#Just a simple steak and two eggs for breakfast.

[josendlessmonolouge]

Lazy stay at home days with heroes of Olympus boys headcanons

frank, Leo, Jason, Percy

Frank:

i think he probably has some post traumatic arthritis from all the injuries he sustained in the war (just like me frr except I wasn’t saving the world I was just weak) so while he usually likes to be active maybe go for a long run in the morning or go on a hike with you, some days he aches too much to do the active sort of date he prefers. He feels guilty if he spends a day not actively being productive or working out so I think these are probably the only lazy at home days he gets. I think likes to spend days at home days watching sports, or nature documentaries (getting new ideas of what he can transform into) while cuddling. He peppers lots of his own fun facts and dry humor in though. he’s not the best at cooking, as his grandma never cooked, they had a maid who cooked for the family. However, every now and then his mom would bake with him. but he still loves to cook with you. I think he likes to play chess, checkers, and other two person strategy games. Finish the day off with breakfast for dinner. Probably waffles with lots of fruit with some bacon or ham.

leo:

Leo’s ideal stay at home day with his partner? Probably playing Mario cart or Mario party. You, Him, A bowl of guac, an entire bag of tortilla chips. Sitting on the floor playing video games or building legos.. oh man he’d have every Star Wars Lego set. He’s in heaven. I think he lets you play with his hair too. He’s definitely a little spoon/sit on your lap/ lean on you not the other way around. he’s very skinny and pretty bony likely more so than you and doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Finish the day off with a fire in the backyard maybe some roasted hotdogs some 80s rock-n-roll CDs playing. I think he’d dance with you, not well at all but he’d try and you would just eat it up. Maybe watch some classic Mexican movies while y’all fall asleep- he’d like that. Tbh I think he just loves 80s comedies.

Jason:

Jason is like Frank in that he struggles to have a day to wind down without feeling guilty. You have to force him to just chill out for a day man. Even so I think his ideal day is pretty structured. Wake up at 6am, make breakfast trying his best not to wake you up too. I feel like Jason loves him some steak and eggs for breakfast, bro was raised by wolves, he also can’t cook that many things… but he tries to make you something too. I think his love language is acts of service, so he makes you pancakes or a smoothie or just something simple that he knows is going to taste good. He wants to workout or train so bad but he knows it’s good for his muscles to have a day off plus he can spend it with his amazing partner. Honestly what he’d like most is doing your hobbies with you. I think he just likes to see you smile.

Percy: Percy needs a day off bro and he knows it. Percy’s idea of fun? Build a pillow fort in the kitchen with a Blue blanket (bare with me), fish patterned blanket on the floor. Man makes the cozy pillow version of the tunnel room in an aquarium. Don’t tell me he doesn’t have one of them y2k fish lamps. He and and you hang out there for the whole day him probably with a shark stuffie in his lap. I think because Poseidon is his father he’s really good at doing sailor’s knots and tying nets, therefore meaning he’s good at macramé and friendship bracelets so I think he’s like to make bracelets with you. Maybe watch some Jeremy wade or romcoms on a lap top. Play some board games. Listen to an audio book while curled up together. Just a nice slow paced day is all he needs

[karlachismylife]

UHMMM HIIIII this is @valscodblog but her main acc!!

AND IM IN DESPRATE NEED OF HEADCANNONS-LIKE FLUFFY ONES FOR SOAP AND KARLACH.

like-who cooks?? who cleans??? just homey fluffy headcannons <3

love, Val <3

HI PRECIOUS oh you just know how to make a fella happy, thank you for asking about them T_T honestly, i think while they're actively adventuring with the whole party and task force they don't do shit >< like, they're not that irresponsible, there's just always someone who does chores more efficiently, leaving these two ADHD sweethearts to forage, hunt, stay on watch and participate in wood chopping or some other shit requiring a lot of strength and not so much thoughts. but when they somewhat settle down in their own little home...

Two of us wearing raincoats

Domestic fluff with Karlach x Soap

CW: a bit suggestive in some parts, title from a Beatles song, some self-projecting headcanons.

UPD: corrected some wrong facts.

cooking is definitely in Soap's reign. while scottish cuisine can be extravagant sometimes (i swear, i love scotland for a lot of things, but what the fuck are they eating oh my god T_T), Karlach is definitely not a picky eater and will stuff herself full with whatever her love puts on her plate. the only requirements are for it to have meat and be in large quantities, and those are easily ticked off. however, she actually genuinely likes a lot of dishes Johnny whips out seemingly with random ingredients! always on duty since a very young age and ten years in hell, Karlach barely remembers what a home-cooked meal tastes like, so for her to just smell something cooking in the kitchen or just outside the porch if it's outdoor meal day makes it already the best she's ever had. add the sheer adoration and giddiness she feels whenever Soap takes care of her, and she's right there, a dreamy look in her eyes and tail coiling around Johnny's ankle when he allows Karlach to hug him from behind and steal a bite of the garnish. she can cook, meat especially, but she just never learnt any fun recipes, so she can only watch, learn or guess how to add a little more flavour to a simple steak. unless you want a fried imp on a stick, that's her specialty (tastes awful and it's not her fault).

also, Johnny definitely knows how much Karlach likes seeing him wear an apron and does it as often as he can. it's not as much a sexy thing (although there are plenty times when there's just the apron and he earns himself a hefty slap on that bare ass- okay, we'll discuss that another time, hehe), but that same domestic feeling that they both miss, each for their own reasons. he definitely has the "kiss the chef" one and gets all his tips for good service in kisses and grabby clawed hands squishing his sides while Karlach stays pressed to him from behind.

when Karlach does cook though, Soap is not allowed the same privileges of being handsy on the account of it always ending up in their food burnt. even if she was boiling some eggs for breakfast. Karlach is best girl at everything except self-control around her beloved soldier, doesn't matter if they've been married for thirty years already, she cannot resist his touch, so Johnny's banished to serving plates and salivating over the frying smells and a good view of Karlach's rear.

cleaning, on the other hand, is more of a Karlach's thing, even though they are both shit at it (ADHD go brrr, you know). they both can stay disciplined and ready for duty at all times, but what surrounds them is utter chaos most of the time, which, honestly, only makes their remarkable service all the more impressive. they're just used to it, mugs of tea strategically forgotten on random surfaces only to be conveniently found at the right time (hours later, yes, but Karlach can heat it back up rather quickly lol), clothers scattered around, hanging from chairs in piles so thick that it's uncomfortable to sit on said chairs, dishes stacking up into leaning towers... Karlach gets the dark urge almost always first. probably at some other important task's expence, but she will hyperfocus and scrub the whole house until it's squeaky clean and her back is a bit sore.

however, they both enjoy doing the dishes! for Soap it's an act of service, for Karlach just a prefect mindless task to get her hands busy and let her thoughts wander (and a source for Soap puns, yes), they don't fight for it of course, but sometimes Johnny does them despite having also prepared dinner. he honestly isn't that bothered about splitting every chore fifty/fifty, if Karlach ever raises concern, he just shrugs and tells her he wouldn't let her lift a finger around the house if it was up to him - or that she pulls more weight in other areas (like the gym, lol. does she bench press more than him? she very much might...)

favourite position - cuddled up wherever they find enough space for their two huge bodies to be squished together. pathological cuddlers. will absolutely spend some of their free time just lounging like two couch potatoes, arms locked around each other and - yes, you guessed it - fidgeting. cuddling before sleep, after sex, in the morning, after coming home, when having a bad day, a good day, a neutral day, no day... Soap gets to be little spoon so often and he loves it just as much as pressing up against one particular red tail and holding his palm over the calm engine. getting up in the morning can be tricky since they often get dragged back and cuddled to death by a protesting cuddle monster muttering about five more minutes.

they need, like, an alaska king size bed just so they don't push each other off. absolute menaces to sleep with: it starts so sweet, hands holding, legs tangled up and one thrown over the other's hips, Karlach's tail holding onto Johnny's waist securely... and then they switch sixty sleeping positions, have a three-part breaking dance-off, reenact wars they've been to in characters and exchange a meaningful sign language conversation. all while asleep and blissfully unaware. the amount of times Johnny nearly lost his eye to Karlach's horn or Karlach was almost smothered by Soap's heavy weight plopping right on top of her with every pillow and blanket hogged (they have two extra for each and it still doesn't help)... poor Clive doesn't get to sleep in bed with them smply because it's safer for him to stay on a beside table.

enthusiastic house remodelers! Soap is very crafty and likes to build and asemble furniture from scratch, and Karlach wants their shared home to be perfect for their tastes - she knows all too well what it's like to be homeless. changing interior design and moving furnitue almost every half a year is fun for them, they never run out of ideas how to make their home even more homey! they almost do not argue when renovating, which is a bit surprising given they're both hot-headed, but they definitely resolve any disagreements right there on the floor of an empty room or pressed to a soon-to-be-painted wall.

fixing shit is Soap's duty. Karlach gets frustrated easily when something broken isn't getting fixed easily, so even if she knows what to do well, she might worsen the situation by raging against a shaky table or something.

breakfast in bed for both of them. they can never predict who's getting up first, so whoever wakes up buzzing (or just falls off the bed first) and is lucky to escape the cuddle monster definitely takes their time to pamper the other, cut some butt heart-shaped sandwiches or make a loopy smiley face out of eggs and bacon/sausages. both avid tea drinkers even though Soap prefers coffee. he just is constantly thirsty (in all ways).

snack beasts. they are constantly chewing on something, partially because it's a fidgeting thing, partially because they need their sugar fill. the whole house is filled with snack stashes, sweet nuts in little bowls, paper bags with cookies, berries always in stock... absolutely steal each other's snacks and offer to share without even thinking, it's an automatic thing no matter how deep in thoughts/busy they are. Karlach is more of a sugary and sweets snacker, so she often has sugar crumbs in the corners of her mouth, cookies clutched in her big palm, a honey jar with a stick she dips for a taste freqiently; Soap on the other hand is mostly after everything chewy, not so important whether it's sweet or not. probably has some chewy sticks/toys in addition to constant snacking. like a wee puppy with growing teeth.

Soap prefers baths to showers and Karlach does have fun with a longer soak as well (especially if bubbles and/or her hot husband are involved, and yes, it's always steamy with her. literally, she can still boil the water if she stays long enough). absolutely wash together most of the time, or at least share the bathroom before going to bed, one of them showering and the other one pissing/brushing their teeth. will hold hands when Karlach's in the tub and Soap is on the toilet and vice versa.

despite their love for a good cuddle lie-in, they definitely prefer active recreation and hobbies: hikes, sports, dancing, rock climbing, exploring, town fairs browsing, woodworking... except for some very low-energy days (executive dysfunction is no joke) they will be out, getting up to some safer-than-war adventures. definitely go camping a lot, also try to invite their mates too even though not everyone is so enthusiastic. but they can have fun at home too, they will most definitely sunbathe and go for swims in the river/little lake not far from home (even though it might turn into shell hunting or cave exploring. or waterfall sex. mostly waterfall sex.) or have quiet dance nights just in the living room.

absolutely run out under the rain to jump in puddles, splash each other, roll in the mud and kiss while they're soaking and yelling at the thunder excitedly. just another benefit of hardly getting cold - the rain evaporates from Karlach's skin and creates their own cloud of mist to pretend like they're two thunderstorm ghosts stalking through the small village. they are the worst influence on the neighbourhood kids and are absolutely responsible for the little tieflings and other children coming home covered in mud and dripping on mam's carpet.

a little (not little) extra for modern!AU :)

Karlach hates vacuuming solely because of the sound, and yes, she can still hear it even if she blasts music in her headphones or on the stereo ungodly loudly. it just irritates her to the point of raging (misophonia said hi), she'd rather sweep the floors manually or just let Soap take over. she is a little self-conscious about it though, so he has to play up his knight in grey sweatpants with no underwear on shining armor act and play-fight for the bloody vacuum until she feels better and leaves him to do the chore.

training is a family activity! they obviously go to gym together as much as possible (oh Soap is there only to show off his buff girlfriend and watch her excersise to the point where they have to excuse themselves for a bathroom break), but they have a little makeshift gym at home, like, maybe just a treadmill and some small equipment for days when they don't feel like going out. actually, i think they have a little gym even in Faerûn, that one was definitely built mostly by Soap with help from Karlach. it's nothing fancy, but since it is somewhat a novelty (very different from the usual training grounds with dummies and everything) they probably have neighbours and local kids/teens come and use it in exchange for thoughtful and heart-warming gifts. Karlach talks everyone's ears off about how crafty her husband is, and said husband walks around with chest puffed out like a bloody turkeycock.

they actually fight over music despite having similar tastes! but they have different opinions on when is what soundtrack appropriate. you cannot tell me they do not enjoy oldschool rock (and not just rock) (yes this might be just a wee bit self-indulgent BUT YOU HEARD THAT THEME IN KARLACH'S AVERNUS ENDIND RIGHT???), like, two-thirds of their playlist are from the period of late 1950s to 1990s. Price definitely approves. they are definitely both metalheads, perhaps not the most "true" ones, but they would get a vinyl record player to listen to some Iron Maiden or Gojira (please metalheads don't kill me if this is a poser thing to write, i respect the genre just not my style-) BUT they will fight over what should be playing in the car/while on the bikes/in the gym. they both don't like to sit with headphones on when together, so "each listens to their own" isn't a solution. and yes, they are a bit obnoxious about blasting their shit with windows open, but they try to remember to be respectful...

definitely obligatory listening to scottish bands, Simple Minds and others close to top on their spotify. Karlach would probably be curious to look for obscure bands and discover indie artists and share found gems with Johnny. also - yes this is also very personal, but i sincerely think it suits them - they love Ren (yes, he's welsh, i know), Karlach a bit more probably since Soap's lifestyle and views contradict Ren's message at some points, but they both know all the lyrics and get emotional when listening to his music. also, like, boxing to his music is the best outlet for everything pent up.

they both are so bad at grocery shopping, oh my god T_T they are absolutely prime victims of flashy marketing, eye-hurting wrappers, misleading deals with yellow labels and supermarkets' floorplans. Soap is a lost cause, Karlach sends him to fetch some milk and he comes back with a full bag of sweets, steak "for the weekend" and gum with the transerring kids' tattoos inside. it's a miracle if he remembered about milk AND brought the right one (he's definitely the type to buy some yummy-looking bannana-soy-whatever-overpriced-bullshit when they needed simple cow milk for masala tea). Karlach is slightly better simply because she gets just so overwhelmed by the choice that it's easier for her to stick to a poorly scribbled list of things she's used to. actually gets upset when she feels like she wants just a little something extra, but can't figure out even what aisle to look at to satisfy her craving. even worse if she goes grocery shopping when hungry (quickly becomes hangry and might call Johnny for emotional support).

skincare is a joke to them. the only times they do that is when they see some stupid animal-print face masks or when Soap gets tricked by packaging and smells and buys some chocolate body scrub with red pepper thinking it's pudding (first he eats a spoonful, finally discovering that it's not pudding at all, then tries it on his whole body to see if he'll smell like chocolate after, and he SWEARS swallowing that shit wasn't as painful as feeling it burn his asscrack and- yes this might be from my experience too). they have a home spa date and clown around the whole time, wearing fluffy robes, eating cucumbers off each other's eyes, lounging around with fancy wine glasses filled with beer and gossiping about neighbours. take a hundred silly pictuers and decide that their favourite part of a spa day is when they wash everything off in the shower together and have sex. a lot of it. nothing more arousing than your man with sparkly pink eyepatches stuck to his freshly shaven mug.

haircare is a whole another story, though! they are both very proud of their hairstyles and want them to look good, so they do frequently shave off outgrown parts (often do that for each other without going to a hairdresser) and style it. Soap's hair tends to get flat so he will worry about volume, while Karlach (who i strongly believe to be blasian) needs oils and moisturisers for her hair. it's pretty short and only mildly wavy, so not the most troublesome to keep healthy, but she does look out for it. also for her horns too, it's canon that she uses oil to care for those babies!

while fixing stuff around the house is still mostly Soap's duty, fixing their bikes is Karlach's passion. she might actually have a whole garage in modern!AU, but even if she doesn't, she still spends hours elbows-deep in machine oil and grease, tinkering with the engines and polishing their shiny steel steeds. Soap often has to come get her out of her hyperfocus to have a bite and a cuddle-smooch (or more) session on the garage petrol smelling old couch.

watching football with beer and smoking (and possbly all the mates interested) is a must. they are so very yelling at the TV and slapping each other's thighs when there's a dangerous moment - and kissing when their team scores. probably the only thing on TV they will never interrupt with getting handsy, they're both too invested lol. god forbid someone in the room roots for another team than them, this will be such a heated arguement that outsiders might think there's a murder about to happen (it never strains their friendship with anyone).

luckily for Soap, modern!Karlach will not melt snow around herself, so they can and will go snowboarding at least once a year. he absolutely gets a kick out of teaching her, and their high body temperature is a welcome feature on such vacations. however, they still wear those stupid lovers-cojoined mittens on walks even though their hands never get cold.

whew, that was a ton of word vomit, haha, thank you for your ask! they are SO appreciated as well as likes, reblogs and just the love i see here for my precious explosive adhd meow meows T_T feel free to request more! also not just about them, i will gladly write for other COD or BG3 characters. any pairing, also x reader or x OC, why not. i need to get my english writing skill up, feels so weird to see it compared to my first language texts...

[tenderlyrenjun]

Golden Hour

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includes … celebrity chef!reader x idol-producer!mark, height difference, flirting, themes related to golden hour and child, kitchen sex, fingering, making out, light choking, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, safe sex ... I got a little inspired (?) and wrote this literally today after I got off work.

wc: 5,2k (two scenes)

“So …” You lean across the cluttered counter, most of the cooking utensils used thus far, since the class finished past your instruction ten minutes ago, the other party guests having already moved on to mingling and eating their bibimbap dishes, garnished by a simple omelette. “… how do you like your eggs?”

Mark licks his bottom lip, dragging it behind his teeth, and turns a brown egg, uncracked, in his hands, smoothly gliding the entire oval across his dorsal veins. He opens his mouth, but so many factors surface, once he takes everything into consideration – fried egg sandwiches during 9 AM business meetings at the studio; feta frittata eggs with a Sunday brunch mimosa; fluffy scrambled omelettes, adding an extra dash of protein, before the gym. And those are just scenarios, the last one mostly inspired by the matching, scanty gym outfit you gatekeep below that long apron, making you appear a little more exposed than his hippocampus can handle: crop top tank pushing up your chest, leggings laying so flat that he saw the outline of your thong when you spun the straps around your waist, fastening the long strands twice. Conversely, if he considers just the ingredients – of an omelette – or just the egg, ignoring his personal skill level, as shown by the pulped bibimbap dish nearly starting a fire on the hot plate at the end of his table, Mark … still has too many options.

So, he taps his neatly cut fingernail on one of the three eggs he’d been allotted at the beginning of the class and answers, “Scrambled,” slowly, because he’s used to it, to that technique. A scrambled egg is simple; no finesse. And he can cook it at any convenience, with the bare minimum number of utensils – in a pan, whisked by a fork; cracked over a steaming bowl of ramen, mixed by wooden chopsticks; heated in a microwave, nearly exploding after he sets the timer for five minutes.

Mark puts his egg back in the dispenser, sighs, and glances around the room. He honestly did not know what to expect from this “party”. Three rows of two long kitchen islands stand, placed equidistant in Renjun’s penthouse dining room, extending all the way to the living room where Jisung’s, his roommate, guitar accessories scatter across the coffee table. On his way up the elevator – actually a little before that, too, when he was at the studio, still evicting this tune he got stuck in his head, Mark considered the party to be a casual hangout, having heard that maybe 15 people, max, would be in attendance, not some theatre production, complete with a whole stage refurbishment. Ah, maybe he got his hopes up too high, relying more on the intimacy of a small party to keep him from a spatula, possibly wrapped up in conversation over a potential collaboration, like a networking event, rather than an actual cooking lesson from the youngest celebrity chef in the country’s largest metropolis with peers who doing the same as him, better than him. Mark thought he might excel, once he saw bibimbap on the schedule, the most basic breakfast dish, even though his stomach’s morning routine has been limited to toast or cereal for nearly a decade (much to Haechan’s grievance). Then, he overcooked the steak, resulting in you giving him yours; and he cooked his mushrooms first, the most potent flavor seeping down to the carrots, again resulting in you handing off your dish. The rice, really, was the only thing unscathed, mostly because he threw two cups in a cooker, leaving it untouched for 20 minutes.

“Sorry,” Mark apologizes. He winces, realizing how much of your time he monopolized during class – whether it was messing up a step in the recipe or staring at you too long until you noticed him again.

“It’s okay,” you tell him gently, bumping his arm, quickly, to scoot him down the counter. He complies, feet shuffling tinily, and watches you officially take over his project. “It happens. I think most people tend to, like, really develop their cooking skills around the same time their cells start dying,” you joke, giving him a light grin while you pull a clean glass bowl into frame.

“Mmhmm.”

Mark passes off all three eggs to you, and his fingers brush your hands, nails grazing, briefly, between your knuckles. He glances down at where they meet but jumps back to your face, stumbling at your chest, a consequence of the height difference, sternum hidden by both your boobs squished together and the apron holding them in place, albeit low-cut. You say nothing, instruct nothing, since the class is practically over (and he stays, like a teacher’s pet), so he leans back, checking out the gap in your apron, just to make sure you really do wear, like, actual clothes, including that thong he saw earlier, small triangle branded on your lower back like a tramp stamp. And you do! – wear clothes, which, at least, concludes one of his spinning thoughts today (it’s not even six o’clock yet, the time work usually ends). Then, his stomach rumbles, reminding him that breakfast was 12-hours ago.

“You’re, um, really good at this,” he brings his attention back to the purpose of this party.

“Yeah, thanks,” you accept, tone vocally light, which almost has him thanking you, too – be-because you have given him something to focus on this afternoon, temporarily relieving himself from the mental journalling his brain has been writing since 4 AM (would that be weird?; he doesn’t do it anyways). “I have a degree in physical chemistry,” you tell him, sharply whisking the eggs into a consistent yellow solution. “I’m making them eggs fluffy. I hope that’s okay.” You look at him, pausing the wooden sticks between your fingers, bowl pressed into your stomach, below your chest, and he has to look, bouncing from your eyes to boobs bowl.

Mark nods, twice, eyes widening downward, like a baby cheetah, half his bottom lip inside his mouth again, teeth chewing at the seam. He can’t trust himself not to stutter, not when his tongue falls numbly over his lower incisors and his toes bear his entire body weight, palms pushed into the edge of the counter to balance him.

“Sorry,” you apologize, reflexively, in the silence. And he winces, involuntarily stepping forward to revoke his silence, to verbally answer you so that you don’t have to take your eyes off the food. But you talk again and explain, “I’m not really used to the, like, customer service yet.” Your arms tense again, restarting the whisking, blending out the albumen on the perimeter. His fingers, too, strain, flexed wide enough to display his webbed metacarpal. If you were like his other friends, like Renjun, Mark might have already started massaging your shoulders, getting you to relax. But you’re not. And he barely knows you, mostly knows of you, from all the interviews preceding him in the magazine, little tidbits floating around the Internet as if fact without giving you the opportunity to confirm or deny them. “Sometimes, I just start cooking and forget to ask people – customers –“ You point at him, and he wishes you wouldn’t. It adds to the distance between you, making him count the millimeters you retracted when your fingers brushed tips. “– about their preferences.” You turn the electric stove top on, over medium heat, then reach for aluminium-wrapped slice of butter, unwrapping it at the back and pushing the soggy square (Mark winces again; that is probably his fault, having waiting too long to use it) into the pan via chopsticks. “But I’m, uh, I’m working on it.” You pull the pan off the stove, butter halfway melted, easy for you to slip and slide, coating the entire surface. And once you finish, putting it back to melt the rest, you glance around the room, small whisper drawing his ear to your lips. “It’s just hard … being the youngest person in the room, always obligated to absorb everyone’s opinions, everyone’s advice – whether solicited or not, kinda balancing this dichotomy where people want to guide you into what they think is the right direction or completely takeover the thing you’re doing.” You stab at the remaining butter with your chopstick, wood thumping the metal pan, then, lower the stove heat and sigh, “Sorry, that sounds weird, I know.”

“No, I, uh, I get it,” Mark croaks, stuttering getting even worse after you hand the glass bowl of whisked eggs to him. He tries to, like, replace you in front of the stove, but you stand still and guide both his hands on the rim, fingers filling in the gaps between his. You face the bowl toward his chest, a little lower than he would do on his own, but he keeps quiet at the discomfort, body stiffened, diaphragm concaved all the way. He tilts the eggs out fast, faster than you probably intended because you put up more resistance against him, slowing the pour until the curds form gently in the pan. You pull away first, completing his plan – in which he stands at the stove, you at the side. And Mark smacks his lips, tongue pushing on his bottom lip. “You’re trying to find some equilibrium between your environment – the people, the setting, whatever – and your own identity.” You hand him the cooking chopsticks, temporarily distracting his train of thought, but he bounces back quickly when you nudge his hand over the pan, directing him through scrambling the egg curds, through pushing the eggs outward to inward. “S-sometimes,” he breathes, shakily, grounding his body in cooking, “people will tell me that I’m, like, mature for my age, or – or, like, an old soul, and give me more responsibilities than I know what to do with. And it’s not like I can’t ask for help or anything; everyone gives me enough unsolicited advice to make me feel, like, okay, or whatever, with asking for help. But other times, people feel this need to, like, take care of me.” You hand him a rubber spatula and take away the chopsticks, which slightly proves his point, but he keeps to that point, using the spatula to put around the eggs evenly, fluffing them edges to middle. “Thanks.”

“Mmhmm,” you acknowledge before sitting on the counter, blue Nikes swinging against a cabinet door. And Mark copies you, leaning on the counter, just right of the electric stove and pan, eyeing you up. “Eyes on the pan, Mark.”

“Right, yeah.”

Mark uncrosses his arms and turns back to the last step of his bibimbap, folding the eggs over itself. But they look complete, a little wet, yellow dark and runny, but still, complete.

“Do I, um, do I do anything else?” he asks, holding both the handles of the pan and spatula. He cautiously looks up at you, through his own lashes, careful not to stutter at your chest again (even though you sit with your palms digging into your knees, biceps supporting their weight higher). You stare at him a second, something indiscernible crossing your mouth, then you shake your head, fringe falling in front of your ears, prompting you to tuck them back.

“Is there something else you want to do?”

Ask you out.

Maybe.

A beat passes.

“I don’t know,” Mark answers, nervously laughing to himself, under his breath. “I, uh, usually see people add stuff at the end – like, sprinkle some cilantro or squirt a side of ketchup.”

You hop down the counter and walk around his side, putting the pan between the two of you, which makes Mark tilt his head left, almost bonking his long blond hair (really his shoulder) on your head, if the height difference hadn’t returned. And the spatula drops from his hand, involuntarily he tells himself, when you nudge into his personal space. You catch it, not so easily, he notices – and apologizes, then you undo his folds to the omelette.

“People usually add spices and veggies to taste,” you start, not looking at him. “The eggs should be slightly wet when you’re adding the final ingredients, so you need to act quick –”

Mark jumps behind you, arm reaching across the counter, toward the far side, at the bowl of diced vegetables mixed with crushed pepper. He shakes it across the eggs, like he’s seen TV chefs do on Netflix. The silence, as you watch him top off the omelette with a literal pinch of salt, is a deafening few seconds, and he feels a sense of pride, that expectation of him excelling returning to the scene as he hoped before the class. But it leaves his body, the next second, when he realizes how close he stands to you – his chest pressed against your shoulders; your neck bending backwards, nearly resting on his bicep just to see his face.

“Ye-yeah,” you stutter, and suddenly, he sees you less confidently, and his mouth dries, preventing him from both apologizing for the intimacy and moving. “Just like that.” You swallow, thickly, fleetingly dipping your gaze to his lips; so quick, he thinks he hallucinated it.

“Th-then, does it, um, does it look done now?”

Mark’s shoulders stagger to his ears, tucking his chin to chest. He pulls his stomach backward, without the rest of his body, standing like a geometric abstract painting, limbs stacked one on top of the other.

You snap your head back to the pan, hair hitting his shirt. “Wh – Yeah, no, yeah, you were perf – good; you did good.” You kick up your elbow, outside his oblique, parenthetically trapping him tightly in place (otherwise, he’d fall). He watches you repeat his fold in the eggs, this time with ingredients sandwiched in the middle, yolk running less and less, tucking bell peppers and mushrooms inside. It’s a basic dish – the omelette – not even complete, since it will top the bibimbap.

Making an omelette takes longer than he thought it would, to be honest; well, making a good omelette. And this is probably the reason why he never makes one himself. All the recipes say 5-10 minutes, including prep time, but he has been here, with you, probably longer than that. Although, it could be his fault, needing to fill the silence with words, to say something – because he really cannot talk and check you out at the same time. You keep the conversation going, always articulating something interesting or relatable, to him, beyond the simple stuck-in-a-matrix TikTok clickbait that Renjun sends him at three in the morning. So, when you start moving again, shutting down the stove, plating his bibimbap, and untying your apron, Mark grabs your arm, fast, just strong enough to catch your attention; he releases immediately upon receiving your eye contact.

“Don’t,” he breathes, somehow winded. Then, he inhales, sharply, filling his lungs. “Eat with me?” he asks, “un-unless you have somewhere else to be.”

You turn around, at a better angle, back pushed against the stove buttons, apron hanging half an inch off your body. And Mark grabs you by the waist, hauling you into his chest, away from the sparking stove. But you both push each other away again, noticing the intimacy, hands rubbing into where you touched each other – you at your hips, him at his chest. And the two meter distance returns.

“No, I, um, I was just going to the gym after this.” You look him up and down, and his eyes sparkle. “But, no, yeah.” You take off the apron completely, folding it onto the counter. “I c-can eat with you. Just let me get a spoon.”

Mark produces one nearly out of thin air (really, he swiped one of the three off the counter to make space for your apron). “We can share,” he nods at the ceramic bowl, “this bibimbap. Yours is probably cold by now,” he reasons, because, if you go, you might not come back, and he doesn’t want to let this be a mirage or, worse, be a dream; dreams can become nightmares. And as another beat overtakes the conversation, overtakes his request and explanation, Mark thinks he fell into another night with the same nightmare. The bibimbap is only a single serving, if that, drowned by three servings of eggs. You barely know him, only revealing maybe one or two vulnerable thoughts, on which he piggybacked his own apprehensions. And really, Mark should feel bad, about monopolizing your time both during and after class, even though this is technically a party and he has yet to say more than three words to his best friend, Renjun. He phrased his request, less like a question, more like a demand, and he can’t find a reason why you would agree, his brain already lined up three objections for you to reject –

“Okay.”

Mark freezes, hand clenching around the air, since you took the spoon away from him (he hadn’t noticed  you did that, to be honest). He only moves after you squeeze his arm, guiding him away from the stove too, like he did you, except the stove is really off right now. And everything rushes out at once – he follows you to the side, still far from the rest of the party guests, who he, frankly, forgot were in the room still, despite this not being his apartment; and he repeats, “Okay.” Mark tilts his head to the side, you blurring the rest of his vision. “Okay? Okay. Cool, cool, okay, cool.” You hop back on the counter and skulk your foot between his thighs, bringing him a little bit closer, out of the aisle. His hands fall on both your sides, lowering him down your chest, which looks about the same without the apron – pushed up and compressed together. “Actually …”

Mark’s request for you to eat with him changes.

In terms of location and subject.

He brought up that the bibimbap might not be an ideal meal to share, and that he wants to share a meal with you. It took a couple minutes, skirting around the whole date question, since he literally only knew you a couple hours, but if you know, you know. And Mark knew that he really wanted to see you more … privately. So, eventually, he got through the question, getting you back to his apartment on the lie that he has more food at home. But you never confirmed his lie, or maybe you never doubted him (he’ll clear it up later), because you shove him against the wall, kissing him between the photos of his friends and family, who he definitely does not want to see him railing the girl of his dreams.

Mark changes the position, scratching his nails up your scalp, behind your head, coiling thick strands around his fingers while he walks you down the living room to his bed, never letting up on the embrace.

However, the two of you fall on the ground, in the kitchen, Mark’s elbow slamming into the ground first as he tries to protect you from the hard wood floors. He yelps in pain, too, but you poke your tongue in his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck. You stumble toward his lips, chest beating on his, your back coming off the ground, nearly toppling him over. And Mark fumbles, hand feeling around the floor until he can sit upright, sloped against the island cabinets, which seem to have a lot of use today. He raises his chin higher, trying to match the way you bounce on his lap, cupping his face still. And, Jesus Christ, Mark compares your lips to every other person he has ever kissed before – his newest hairstylist a year after he became an adult; the concessions stand clerk at the movie theatre when he was 17; another idol he met through a mixed-up sandwich. You’re better than all of them, he concludes, swollen lips as pliant at his half-lidded eyes, puckering repeatedly to give you a sounding board each time you dive into his face. He grabs your ass, like an anchor, heels of his palms kneading into the muscles.

“Mm – Mark,” you moan, not breaking apart, hot breath exhaling down his tongue. You stand on your knees, and your nails drag into his hair, tugging at the roots.

“Fuck.”

Mark kisses you again, harder, bending you across his legs, one hand belting behind your waist, the other slamming into the ground. You hang off his neck, nearly dragging him on the floor with you, had he not already set himself up for support. Then, he starts falling back into the island, repeatedly pecking you, one last lick on your teeth before pulling away. He needs the reprieve, to organize his thoughts, figure out the first way he can fuck you tonight without blundering like a clumsy virgin. And when he peaks an eye open, he sees yours still closed; sees your chest heaving, the neckline somehow lower. So, Mark kisses you again, more chaste, patting down the side of your hair until his palm rests on your cheek.

“Why – why did you stop?” you ask, sinking your ass onto his thighs.

“I –“ Mark swallows. He wants you in his bed now, thrusting into you so rough that his blue sheets tear off the corners. He also wants you on his couch, the next immediate mattress, rubbing his boner up your tight, giving each other tight hand jobs, clinging to each other just to save room. But as he darts across your now flushed face, Mark is momentarily returned to that first moment when he saw you walk into Renjun’s apartment, a confident chef who eventually gave him your full attention, and he answers, “On the counter.” He taps your ass, getting you both to stand. He helps you jump on the granite, hands around your waist to place you perfectly in front of him.

“Like this?”

You wrap your legs and arms around him, nearly falling off, so Mark scoots closer to the edge, his mostly hard cock grazing the edge and your knee.

“Yeah,” he hisses, hands traveling down your calves, like a massage. “Good girl,” he praises. Mark brings one up your thigh, between your thighs, not quite touching the middle just yet. “Can I?” he asks, thumb resting on your stomach, above the waist band he already folded down your belly button. You both stare at each other, delicately grinding the paper-thin air between you two. Then, you roll down the counter, humping his abs so tightly that his shirt rides up.

“Yeah, Mark, please,” you moan again. “You c-can touch.”

Mark, impatient, doesn’t take your pants off, sliding all five digits down your stomach, palm facing you. His longest fingers trace your underwear, mentally drawing himself a picture of the thong you kept hidden from him for hours. It’s thinner than he imagined, wetter, too, the skinny string disappearing between your pussy lips, choking your clit. Mark breathes down your lips, inhaling through his nose as your breath hitches repeatedly, open-mouthed, staccato ah’s decreasing in octaves from moans to groans. He pads his index and ring finger on either side of your cunt, middle finger stroking your clit lightly. Actually, he tries not to touch you directly, wanting the ghost of his fingers to burn your loins first, but you keep grinding closer and closer to him; eventually, his fingers slip inside, starting with two interphalangeal creases. The tightness of your leggings holds his wrist against your lower stomach, but his fingers have some range, able to gesture for your G-spot to come hither, to find him.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he whimpers, kissing you again before you can retort – because it’s not a request; he’s not asking. Mark is telling you that he wants to fuck you so bad, right now, monster cock straining his jeans fully.

“You can,” you tell him between a kiss. Mark’s free hand holds you around the neck, palm on your jugular, thumb reaching across your larynx. Nothing supports your head, so you keep rocking forward, incidentally dropping further down his fingers in your cunt, stifling your voice box in his hand. “You can f-fuck – fuck – me, Mark.”

He almost takes you up on it, even stripping the both of you down to your underwear. And he finds out that your bra has been holding up your boobs, not your crop top, not the apron, your bra. He hopes you have a duplicate of this one, because he’s going to rip it.

Not actually though.

In reality, outside his thoughts, Mark hesitates. His cock twitches on his stomach, smooth tip leaking under the waistband, as he debates how he wants to get between your legs. Either way – stuffing you with his cock or lapping at your walls – would sprawl you across his kitchen counter, displaying you like a perfect meal prepared by his Michelin charisma, having moved the appetizer (flirting) from Renjun’s apartment into a main dish at his place. His place. Oh, yeah, you definitely have all night. So, Mark settles between your thighs, pushing your knees more open.

“No more teasing,” he tells you.

“What – Oh, fuck, just like that, Mark!”

You fall onto your forearms, over the counter, as Mark licks his way into your pussy, one finger holding the tiny thong string off to the side. He extends his tongue, all the way, angling his head diagonally. He keeps his wet muscle still and shakes his head, side-to-side, nose rubbing just outside your labia, more on your thigh, pushing your pussy lips together so tightly that your clit bears most of the tension. You moan his name, repeatedly, growing louder and louder over each passing syllable, encouraging him further – or, rather, deeper.

Mark pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking down only once, holding the pulsing base firmly, prematurely lining himself with the thought of your cunt.

“Ah, Mark,” you scream, palm slamming into the counter. Mark throws his glance at your face and sees your lips form a giant ‘O’ – God, he could fuck your mouth pussy. And he strokes himself again. The way you squirm on his kitchen island realigns your clit with his nose, and you grind the little nub on his nub, the hard ball jingling wetly. Your ass, too, bounces on the table, practically spanking yourself on the granite. Mark bites his lips higher, catching your clit in a hard suction, drinking the shaky nerves, tongue abrading the entire surface area. You return your hands to his hair, scratching into his scalp, never tugging him away, only yanking him tighter. And your thighs quiver, squeezing his cheeks, knees outlining his ears. “Mark, Mark,” you chant, “Mark, I’m gonna – I’m gonna – Oh, my God, I’m gonna – “

Then, he pulls away.

And you nearly scream again.

“Mark,” you whine for a good few seconds.

“Wait for me,” he tells you, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger to press a quick kiss on your lips. You try to elongate the kiss again, your sweaty ass adhering on the counter, but he pulls away fully after the one quick kiss. “Good girls wait,” he mumbles.

Mark leaves for a second, heading into his bathroom for a condom.

He catches himself in the mirror, toned abs full on display, lengthy cock flopping sans balls outside his briefs. His hair, too, has more volume than it normally does, even when his stylist fixes it up for concerts or stages (who knew sex hair looked this good?). Mark checks himself out another minute, then grabs a neatly packed L-condom. He exhales, jumping once, only to realize that it was a mistake when his dick hits his thigh. And he takes a moment, to just breathe, before going back to you, cock now wrapped up with protection.

In the kitchen, Mark finds you fingering yourself, writhing on the counter, opposite hand covering your mouth. He watches a little bit longer (but not long enough to be a pervert), then stalks between your thighs. You gasp, eyes widening.

“I thought I told you, ‘Good girls wait’.”

Your chest heaves a few seconds, and he realizes that he probably disturbed your orgasm a second time.

“I – I need to prep myself,” you explain, weakly, but he lets it go with the next half of your sentence boosting his ego, “Your dick is too big.”

“Mmhmm,” he nods. Mark wraps your thong around his dick, the little tiny crotch part choking his length, and rubs the new apparatus on your vulva, until you whine again, writhe again. “You’re gonna like it big,” he mumbles before untangling himself and impaling his cock all the way inside your cunt. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, shallowly thrusting half an inch out your labia, the acute angle between your bodies chafing his cock under your clit. Your pussy throbs at a 3010 tempo, practically squeezing him out, which gives him an excuse to thrust again, to bottom out again, the furthest part in your uterus clinching his leaky tip. “You – you feel s-so close,” Mark lisps, “T-to cumming.”

“I am,” you confirm, voice tight, moans asphyxiating your throat. “Mm – Mark, close.”

“Go ahead,” he tells you. “Come on, baby, you can cum. Be a good girl, cum.” Mark abuses your cunt harder, holding your waist lowly, sliding your ass off the counter as he pounds you harder and harder, cock driving up your pussy at the perfect angle, for what seems like the both of you. He tries continuously accelerating his speed, but as your pussy strangles him, and his thighs bruise on your ass, his cock flops around inside your cunt, spinning clockwise, ricocheting your walls.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Mark weighs down your hips with one hand, the other tilting your chin up to look at him, to watch just him make you feel so damn good. Somewhere along the moaning and the sloshing, Mark squeezes his eyes shut, a familiar pressure building in his ears; he chases it, bucking his hips faster, spanking his thighs on your ass, your pussy ultimately trapping his tip deep in your uterus, only letting his shaft spring back and forth, veins stinging your velvety walls.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, good girl,” Mark raps in one breath, all the music in his head building up and up and up, until the bass drops, and white noise backs up your screams like an instrumental. He digs his thumbs into your waist, grinding his hips on your labia, burying his cum as far as it can go, though impeded by the condom. And he lays down on the counter with you, feet floating off the ground.

You curl into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. He can hear you steady your breathing, and it slows his, too. The moment hangs in the air, much like his feet, and Mark doesn’t know how much time passes, only enough for him to close his eyes, not a single thought behind those lids.

But you break the silence, mumbling something into his naked shoulder.

“Hmm? What was that?”

Mark lifts his head up, opening his eyes to stare at your newly shy smile.

“I just noticed you never asked me how I liked my eggs,” you laugh.

And Mark laughs too. “Okay, so how do you like your eggs then?” he plays along.

“Fertilized.”

[notjosieyouremy]

alkalent trinity* day 34

this is what marilyn monroe would have for breakfast. hot milk with two raw eggs whisked in, and a multivitamin (267 cal)

as a hater of eggs i was nervous to try it. but it just tastes like milk

marilyn’s wieiad doesn’t mention lunch. presumably she was too busy to bother

for dinner she’d have broiled “steak, lamb chops or some liver” and “four or five raw carrots.” im vegetarian so i’ll swap the meat for beyond steak, aka, frozen bite size chunks of textured vegetable protein. i like beyond steak but i can’t imagine eating just a pile of it on a plate. it feels wrong. so i made a simple broccoli beef (350 cal)

did i eat four full sized carrots in one sitting? no. that sounds like torture. but it’s nice to have a crunchy little snack here and there

and for dessert she’d have a hot fudge sundae. i’m swapping the fudge for soda because it’s still lent! if i want ice cream, i have to make a float (250 cal. still kicking myself for getting full sugar soda)

there. have a made things convoluted enough?

[alvisiscrazy]

the demon of the night (pt5)

TW-blood play, curssing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

I woke up seeing a note on the side of the bed I picked it up "Y/n Elvis and I will be gone all today he needs you to clean the penthouse he says start anytime you like" It said great cleaning the penthouse I know it's gonna be a mess I goaned, I took a long shower now putting on my unifrom I wanted to start cleaning now I went to the lobby to grab breakfast since I have all day, I gotten up to the penthouse along with a cleaning cart my jaw was to the floor cups and food everywhere I started with the dining and living room first that took a hour I went into a room that looked like a guest room I clean the sheets and picked up a few peices of trash that was left I opened a other door to a room with a huge bed clothes on the bed guessing it was Elvis's room I notiecd the same mini frige he told me to stay out of I picked up the food trays and trash that was along side his room but I couldn't help myself to peak in the fridge I opened it to see blood bags and a human arm I took a step back I was working for a killer I quickly closed it as I heard the door open "Fuck fuck" I said grabbing a cup to act like I was doing something I walked out seeing Jerry and Elvis "You saw the note" Jerry said I nod heading to my cleaing cart "Why do you take a break baby rest a while" Elvis said I wanted to get out but I couldn't say no to my boss "Oh no I'm almost finshed" I said going to the last room cleaning as I turned around I bumped into Elvis "Sorry I didn't see you" He spoke "It's okay, I'm all finshed" Elvis wanted her to stay a while he didn’t want her to feel like she only came to work for him he wanted her to have some fun "Well thank you, for helping" He said "No problem sir" I said putting the clean supplies onto the cart Elvis knew she was still in shock on him walking in on her touching herself he didn't see her whole body tho just her percky breasts he couldn't get them outta his head he wanted to do things with her real bad "Is that all you need sir?" She asked him "I want dinner early tonight I have a other show, and you don't have to worry about cooking only just dinner for me" I nod "Well okay sounds good" I said "Is 7 okay?" He asked she nods "See you later boss" He watched her walk away staring at her nice ass he wanted her so bad he couldn’t explain it. I gotten to my room relaxing till it was time for me to cook, I went down to the kitchen checking the list he wanted something simple steak and eggs I cooked and made my way to the penthouse opening the two doors “I brought the food” I said loudly enough for him to hear me “Hey, coming hold on” He said he walked out in a robe I couldn’t help but to stare his wet hair his face everything was perfect about this man I wondered what was under the towel knowing I shouldn’t I cleared my throat “Hope you do amazing tonight” I said handing him his food “Thank you Y/n” He said “See you around” I said before I walked out, I was oddly tired from today I went to sleep before Elvis’s show had started, The phone had rung I was half asleep “Hello” I said “Elvis wants you up” Jerry said “Okay be up soon” I said yawning I turned to clock 3 in the morning I ended the line with Jerry putting on my robe heading up to the penthouse now opening the two doors Elvis was nowhere in sight “Elvis”

I spoke up looking around I heard the shower running I couldn’t help myself to find out as I gotten closer to the room I heard moaning a girl was here I heard Elvis to why’d he call me up here ? I listen I walked in the room slowly I saw a mirror that was by the bathroom watching them I saw Elvis’s behind he had a nice ass I saw the women she was begging for his mercy “Please let me cum please-“ I heard her say “Please Elvis” My jaw was dropped Elvis knew Y/n was watching he could hear her breathing getting heavy as she watched him fuck this girl he nearly slammed his hips into the girl leaving her breathless “ELVIS” she screamed, I couldn’t help but to watch nearly in shock how his hips move into her I was beyond shocked then the shower turned off I quickly backed up the room leaving the penthouse I hadn’t noticed my panties were soaked by this I was aroused leaving the penthouse my core was nearly throbbing for touch I gotten to my room quickly stripping now touching my throbbing clit going down my wet folds with the image of Elvis fucking that girl a part of me wishes it was me I wanted to get a taste of him I no longer cared if he was my boss I gotten off finally my body was so tired I fell right asleep.

I woke up to the phone ringing and ringing “Hello” I said “Haven’t heard from you, how are you doing ?” Kat asked “I’m good, just waking up” I said “Hm just checking to see if your alive, what are you doing after work?” She asked “Nothing why?” I said “Wanna go get a bit to eat after ?” She said “Sure I don’t mind, plus I have lots to tell you” I said “Oh good can’t wait! See you later” I ended the line I put on a robe going down to the lobby to get something to eat seeing Jerry and Elvis at a booth hoping they don’t see me I gotten my plate of sitting in a corner, “Why are you sitting all alone?” I heard Elvis say I looked at him trying not to remember the events I saw last night “Oh didn’t want to bother you and Jerry” I looked over Jerry was gone “No you wouldn’t have” He said sitting down “You sleep alright ?” He asked with concern “I slept fine” Considering I came thinking of him touching me “That’s good” He said with a smile “How about you” I asked “I slept great that’s why I’m awake this morning” He said with a chuckle I nod

I finished my food leaving Elvis at the table I needed a coffee or something I sat back down at the table now getting a look at his face he was so beautiful I’m glad I was working for him “What you looking at?” He asked looking behind him “Nothing what- I said god what is wrong with me “You sure looks like you seem a ghost or something” “No no it’s nothing” I said taking a slip of my coffee “Anything you’d like to do today?” He asked “I’m free all day till tonight” he added “Shopping?” I suggested “Shopping seems like a good idea” he says “I could use more jewelry for shows” I nod “Well go on and get dressed honey” He said with a smile “Okay be down in a hour” I said taking the last slip of my coffee heading up to my room showering for the day I put on something casual a T shirt with shorts because it’s going to be a hot day I made my way down to the limo I saw Elvis in a suit “It’s way to hot to be in a suit” I said “I’d rather much be hot then dressin ugly honey” he said with a smirk I just stared, We gotten to the first store Elvis had picked out a few things for me to try on “I don’t like it” I frown “What! Your crazy look at ya” I looked like a Barbie doll

“You look cute” Elvis stated trying to make me feel better I guess I ended up getting the dress “One day you should let me dress you” I said with a smile “Maybe when I’m dead” He said both of laughing “Oh please” I said I noticed Elvis was quite a good guy once he was alone away from his friends, Very talkative as a worker I never knew much about him but now since I’ve been here I leaned a lot he was kinda and caring to the people surrounded him and that’s what I liked most about him so far including his dashing looks he was beautiful man “So, you know I’ve been trying to keep ya busy while I’m out working I want you to come clean up the penthouse every other day if you will” I nod “Just to keep ya sane I know my schedule can get crazy” He added

“Well I don’t mind at all plus I find cleaning and cooking stress free takes my mind off of things” “Same here with music” I nod in understanding “We have a few things in common” He says “Hm I guess so at first I wanted to leave but it’s not so bad being here working for a superstar” I said giggling to myself “A superstar huh” He chuckled “Yea you the Elvis Presley the guy from the 50’s causing hell on the south I was going into my teens I believe when that was happening” He looked at me for a moment “I wasn’t a fan tho to be fair all my friends are dying over you me I was the odd man out till I realized- I stopped myself remembering he was my boss “Continue” He said “Well till I realized how nice you were not with the news people said” “Oh baby you have no idea who I am now” He said with a low tone causing shivers down my spine.

“I want to find out” I said turning to look at him from the events of last night I wanted to get a taste of him next “Tell me something you ever hated me?” He asked me “No I can say you pissed me a few times here and there but I’m over that silliness” I said “Good that’s good” He said “I’m quite the guy” He said with all the cockiness in his voice “From so I heard” I said “You know I heard you come in last night” I quickly turned my head looking at out the street “What ?” I said “I knew it” He said “Yea so I walked in, I thought you needed my help” I said looking at him I saw a smirk form on the side of his lips “You like what you saw ?” He asked “No” I said turning my head again I felt him breathing on my neck “You know if you ever what to- “No you are my boss” I said trying to get grab of myself why was he so hard to resist “It could be our little secret nobody has to know baby” He spoke so seductively “Elvis we shouldn’t do that I work for you” I said once again “I’m ready to go” I said “I just wanna get to know you that’s all” He said making me look at him “Maybe even to get know her a bit” He said pointing down to my area “I’m ready to go” I said once again I think he got the hint. He gotten up paying for the things we both picked out for each other, “Why are you so quiet ?” He asked breaking the silence “No reason just enjoying my time out” I said he didn’t say anything “Thanks for the clothes” I said turning to him “No problem” He said turning his head towards the window, We gotten back to the hotel parting ways I went to my room turning on the news “Five missing women the past week” I started to think Elvis had something to do with this I had to find out myself I had a plan I called Kat “Kat I need to tell you something” I said “What’s up ?” She asked “Hopefully you don’t think I’m crazy, I think Elvis is a killer” I said “What?” She nearly screamed “The first night I saw blood bags in the fridge of the plane then in the penthouse and now the news I think he is a killer” I said “Maybe so, what are you going to do?” “Ask him if it’s him” I said “No don’t would if he hurts you” “No he won’t I got this, I’ll do it tonight after his show” I said, I gotten ready for work putting on my uniform heading down to the kitchen looking at the meal list he wanted a cheese burger and fries. I headed up to the penthouse opening the two doors “Elvis are you here ?” I said “No he isn’t” I heard a women say “Well the food is here” I said leaving the cart “Thank you he should be back soon” She said making a appearance “Okay thanks for letting me know” I said walking out the door running into Jerry and Elvis “The food is there” I said

I made my way down to the kitchen cleaning up the mess the phone had rung “Hello” I said “You forgot the dessert” Jerry said “Oh, I’ll get right on it” I said checking the list two vanilla cones I went to the back kitchen to get the ice cream now making my way back “Here you are” I said “Thank you honey, sorry for the inconvenience” He spoke “It’s fine my shift isn’t over yet” “Hey, you know you could come to my show tonight if you want” He said “I think I have plans tonight but I could hang out later in the night if you want” I said “Sounds good to me, see you after my show then?” I nod walking out going to clean up the final mess I left, I gotten ready to meet Kat in the lobby “So what’s the plan ?” She asked “We wait till the show starts then we go in to look” I said “How do you know if anyone isn’t guarding the place” She asked “All his people are guarding him at the show trust me I know” I said, We waited for the show to start now making our way to the penthouse I had the key opening the door it was black “I’m scared” Kat said “Why? He isn’t coming back any time soon” I said opening his bed room looking in no one in sight I pointed to the fridge “Swear if your fucking with me”Kat said “No I’m not go open it” I said Kat sighed we both walked up to fridge she opened it as I closed my eyes “Oh god” Kat said “See I told you” We saw the same human arm from earlier “You weren’t lying oh my god” She said gagging closing the fridge “See now let’s go” I said pulling her out the room We made it out the penthouse going to the lobby “I’m in beyond disbelief” Kat said “I told you”I said “You need to tell him you know” She said “I will” I said, Kat and I went to the strip again hitting many dance clubs we can “Seriously let’s go my feet hurt” She said “I was thinking the same thing”

I said pulling her along “That guy wants me” She said giggling “I thought you were into Jerry what happened” I said “Haven’t called him I’m nervous” She said “Why he is so sweet” I said “I don’t know I’ll eventually do it, now let’s go” Kat said we made it back to the hotel just after Elvis’s show was over Kat and I went to my room “I need a shower” I said stripping myself “Have fun I’ll try to stay up” Kat said “Yea try” I said, I took a shower I heard screaming from the room next to us I quickly gotten up Kat had heard the same thing “Should we go check?” I asked “No what? Let’s stay here call someone” She said I called Jerry “Hey, we think something happened in the room next door would you come check it out” I asked him “Yea sure thing be down soon” He said ended the line, Jerry rung Elvis “Boss, what are you doing down there they heard her screams” Jerry said panicking “She already knows I feel it” He said “I’ll go talk to her” He added “Okay wait a moment just gotten off the phone with her” Jerry said Elvis had waited a moment now knocking on her door “Elvis thank god” She said letting him in the room “May I talk to you in private?” He asked “Yea sure thing” They stepped out into the hallway

“I heard screams or something while I was taking a shower Kat heard the same thing” I said with panic “Don’t play dumb with me Y/n” He said with that devilish tone “What?” I said “You know what I am” He said carefully “I don’t tell me ?” I said crossing my arms “I’m a vampire” He said I couldn’t believe my ears “What? How is this possible you killed those women” I panicked I took back all those things I said about him “No no” I said trying to calm myself down “How’d this happen?” I asked “I’ll tell you once I know I can trust you” He said “You can trust me! “ I said “I need to know for sure” He said “Don’t go running that mouth of yours because I will find out” He said looking in my eyes “Understand?” He added “Yes sir” I said “Good now forget this nonsense and get some sleep” He said “I can’t sleep knowing I work for a killer” I said with disgust I think I pissed him off again “Look, you will forget this happened go back to your little sleepover” He said getting closer to me “And if I don’t ?” I said he gotten closer face to face breathing in his air “You wanna test me again? I know you’ve seen what I can do” He said with a smirk he was right I have seen my clit was literally throbbing by this “That doesn’t mean anything, I could never get in bed with you” I said pushing him away then he gripped me by the neck “Listen here, I try to be kind to you and baby I know you want me all you gotta do is be honest with me mostly yourself” He said pushing me up against the wall “I don’t want to sleep with you ” I said He held up his hand rubbing his thumb against my lips “That’s what they all say, I know exactly what to do with you” He spoke “No this is wrong” I said “Let me at least have a try baby that’s all don’t hide from me” I sighed out loud “Not here” I said giving in “We could do it baby in this hallway” He said “I don’t just sleep with men I wanna be taken out” I said pushing him away “Then let me take you out” He said he couldn’t take a hint I just didn’t wanna sleep with him “And If I don’t want to sleep with you after you promise you’ll leave me alone” I said He nods “You got it” He said “Now goodnight” I said reaching for the door he pulled me back “Let me go” I said “No not just yet” He stood looking me in the eyes “You will let me taste your blood” He said “I will let you taste my blood” I couldn’t move or speak I felt a burn within my neck he bit my neck “Just as I thought you taste lovely” “I want a little more” I looked at his face it had changed red veins and sharp teeth the red eyes he was a real life vampire not like the movies Elvis was a vampire “Drink this” He held up his arm I noticed he was bleeding “Come on baby drink up it will heal you” I took his arm drinking from him “See it won’t hurt ya” He said moving the hair from my face I couldn’t explain this exact feeling but I felt like the world was spinning “There you should be fine” He said wiping the blood from my mouth now looking at my neck He looked at me again “Do you want to me remember this answer honestly” He spoke so soft “Yes” I said “Yes what?” “I want to remember” I said He opened my room door “Get some rest, take care of that neck for me hm” I nod walking into my room “Goodnight” He said closing the door I was left in a daze Kat sat up from the bed “Are you okay?” She asked with concern “Yes I’m okay” I said “What happened?” I stood for a moment “He is a real vampire he is real” I said sitting on the bed “What are you going to do now?” She asked “I’m staying here with him” I said slowly.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Talk about your surprise guests!

"Hello, Snagglepuss ... hello, Huckleberry!"

You'll never guess what the proverbial cat dragged in to the Minnesota State Fairgrounds Campsite: Ursine cousins in the form of Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee, the latter slightly younger and bound to be a temptress in her own right if you weren't careful enough. (It was Emmy Lou's sweet-as-cane syrup vocals as delivered the greeting.)

"Heavens to the Wonderland Zoo!" remarked I. "And how were you able to make your way here, if I may just ask?" To which Jenny Lee remarked, "We spent a couple of days in Wisconsin Dells just relaxing at a certain Bare-Arse Beach out on the Wisconsin River! We just decided to take things simple among the waterslides and wavepools!"

"And," Emmy Lou chimed in, "added some outlet-mall shopping experiences in the process. Especially with that delightfully disordered closeout shop TJ Maxx; we managed to get a few items worthwhile while there ... though I have to wonder if there really IS someone named TJ Maxx, to begin with!"

"Mighty impressive," Huckleberry added. "And you'll never guess who's also camping close by--"

"I just HAD to take note of that campervan of the Hair Bear Bunch as much as the Hair Bears themselves!" added Emmy Lou.

"And how could it be," Jenny Lee chimed in so childishly, "that the Hair Bears could make such magnificent coffee?"

But still, getting down to the brass tacks of the Minnesota State Fair's culinary escapades found us at The Peg in the Agriculture-Horticulture Building--or more like on the edge thereof. And who couldn't resist something on the order of a chicken fried steak and eggs breakfast, right down to the hash browns and the toast and coffee, like Huck and myself? (Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee preferred pancakes and sausage.) Still, having a more atypical old-school breakfast can get to be a good thing to start a fairtime day, can it not (especially when you find some early fairgoers arriving when the fair gates open at 7 going for foot-long hot dogs unaware of other more conventional breakfast choices)? Once out of the way, close to the Food Building--

"Well, well, WELLLLL--!!!" (None other than Wally Gator putting in an early-morning visit.) "As if having two sets of bears in the campground wasn't interesting enough, don't you know!", saith that Schwingin' Alligator over a bag of Tom Thumb Donuts and some coffee from the nearby French Meadow Bakery, such passing for his brekkie.

"I assume, Wally," Huck remarked, "that you'll likely have a corn dog as well."

"At least it'll be better than deep-fried alligator!"

At any rate, there's more where this came from tomorrow, same time, same weblog!

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Character Intro: Lycana (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The She-Wolf, Mistress of the Moon by the people of Olympius

Mom by Lykos

My Darling by Pseudologos

Age- 49 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia Heights, New Olympus

Personality- She's fiercely loyal to those she cares about, but she doesn't sacrifice her individuality, adaptablility, & independence. She's been in a long term relationship for many years.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the Titan goddess of lycanthropy her other powers/abilities include accelerated healing, truth sense, night vision, wallcrawling, being able to communicate with wolves & other canines, enhanced hearing and smell, werewolf physiology (can adapt any part of a werewolf to her physical form), lunar transformation (can completely shift into her werewolf form, but during a full or new moon), and lycanthropic infection- is able to infect others through a bite or scratch.

Lycana has one child- a daughter Lykos (goddess of wolves).

She lives on the top floor of the Mastêrios Manor, a luxury high rise apartment building in the Arcadia Heights neighborhood of New Olympus. Lycana owns her apartment instead of it being rent controlled. Her partner bought it for her. The color scheme of the interior design is silver, dark blue, violet, black, & gray with the majority of the flooring being dark gray mink carpeting. There's leather furniture with moonstone, lapis lazuli, obsidian, and lucite furniture pieces. A decorative silver wolf fur pelt hangs on her bedroom window. Lycana has three pet siberian huskies- all girls. Their names are Misty, Luna, & Sable.

Instead of a car, she primarily gets around in a sleek and sexy black motorcycle.

Lycana has some canine tendencies like growling when she's upset or frustrated & shaking water out of her hair.

She's allergic to wolfsbane.

She starts her day just before dawn with a run through Eaglepoint Park. Some time after the morning, she'll go to the Power Zone gym for a super intense high cardio workout.

For her long thick mane of curls, Lycana loves using the Glory's Crown coconut & hibiscus curl enhancing elixir.

A typical breakfast for her is steak (well done) with eggs (sunny side up) along with bacon and hash browns that she puts a ton of black pepper & hot sauce on top of. She'll also make caldo de costilla as well as a spread of bandeja paisa. She also likes the Golly Grains Choco O's cereal.

Lycana & her daughter have a deep unbreakable bond. She got preganant on her own with the fertility services of Gaia (goddess of the earth) and gave birth during a new moon. Lycana nurtured her daughter's own independence & the two visit and hang out often- whether it be a trip to the cinema, a run to The Frozen Spoon, or a late night run on the city's rooftops in their wolf forms.

She absolutely hates silver jewelry.

A go-to drink for her is a rum & coke. She also likes beer, red wine, buttery nipple shots, cosmopolitans, mojitos, berry sangrias, chocolate martinis, and blackberry margaritas. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced dark chocolate mocha & a medium berry mix splash.

Staples in her closet include leather jackets and thigh high boots.

Lycana generally doesn't wear makeup except for high class public events. Any other time she keeps it simple with mascara, eyeliner, & matte lipstick.

Her favorite piece of jewelry that she always wears is a 24K rose gold three banded lapis lazuli ring, a gift from her partner. Lycana shifts between wearing it on her ring and pointer finger.

She keeps her nails long, sharp, & manicured with her favorite nail polish colors from Olmorfia being "Color Me Nude" (a cream tan color), "Gunmetal Battle" (a dark silver color), and "Midnight Mantra" (a dark blue black color).

The most notable thing that happened in Lycana's godly career was when she aided Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) in the punishment of Lycaon.

Chocolate crunch is her favorite ice cream flavor. At The Frozen Spoon she gets an olympian sized cup as well as the chocolate crunch ice cream cake.

Lycana is fluent in Latin.

She supports herself financially by modeling for/endorsing atelier fantaisie (Dione's shoe brand) and Heavenly Spark. There's a Heavenly Spark billboard of her downtown wearing a black lacy two-piece negligee.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the spicy BBQ rib sandwich.

In the pantheon she's really good friends with Arktos (goddess of the night sky & constellations). They've gotten close especially since Arktos' son Urso (god of bears) is dating Lykos.

Lycana is also friends with Nyx (goddess of the night), Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation), Adikia (goddess of injustice & wrongdoing), Panigýri (goddess of festivals), Celaeno (one of The Pleiades), Poena (goddess of punishment), Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout), Aisa (goddess of lot & fate), Lethe (Titaness of forgetfulness, oblivion, & concealment), Amphillogia (goddess of arguments, disputes, & altercations), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Atë (goddess of mischief, ruin, blind folly, delusion, & downfall of heroes), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), Asteria (Titaness of falling stars, astrology, magic, necromancy, & nocturnal oracles and prophecies), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), Dolos (god of deception & treachery), and Psionikós (god of the mind).

She had a falling out with a former close friend Felis (Titaness of cats).

Her all time favorite dessert is the chocolate mousse pie from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Lycana is the main long term partner of Pseudologos (god of lies). Through every failed marriage & engagement of his, she's been a constant presence. Lycana is aware that he sees other women, but she's mostly confident about her place in his life, bed, and heart. She's the only one that accompanies him to his family dinners in Corinth. Lycana has even struck up a rapport with Pseudologos' brother Logos (god of stories).

She appreciates the other side that Pseudologos doesn't make public. The side where he's attentive, reflective, & vulnerable. A most recent shift in their relationship happened when he blurted out "I love you" during lovemaking. Of course Lycana said it back and when she tried talking about it with him a few days later, Pseudologos openly denied it, offering the excuse that he was high on lotus dust.

Lycana says that sex with Pseudologos is the best she ever had and she finds his coq au vin delicious.

The latest drama to enter their relationship has been when he told her that he was planning on shooting a video with Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection) for her adult website.

In her free time Lycana enjoys archery, martial arts, boxing, pilates, mountain climbing, hiking, reading (is a fan of mystery & action novels), watching TV, shopping, and dancing.

Her, Adikia, & Atë once went axe throwing!

She's even been a guest DJ at The Alpha Room, a popular BDSM themed nightclub.

Her all time favorite meal is arroz atollado.

"The tiger and lion may be more powerful, but the wolf doesn't perform in the circus."

[eazy-group]

Top 30 Slimming World Friendly & Low Calorie Recipes

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Top 30 Slimming World Friendly & Low Calorie Recipes

1. Best Ever 1 Syn Yorkshire Puddings

Prepare to elevate your Slimming World Sunday lunch with our mouthwatering “1 Syn Yorkshire Puddings.” These golden, fluffy delights are the perfect complement to your roast dinners, adding a touch of indulgence while keeping you firmly on track with your weight loss goals.

2. Best Ever Low Syn Naan Bread

This Low Syn Naan Bread recipe is a brilliant healthy alternative to store bought naan bread. Also quick, easy and cheap to make. They are suitable for freezing and the perfect side dish for a delicious curry. 

3. Cloud Bread

Light and fluffy fake bread which is Syn free, low in calories and totally delicious!! The perfect alternative to bread when you have no Hex-B allowance left. 

4. Cheesy Chicken Pasta Bake

Delicious, filling and full of flavour this Cheesy Chicken pasta bake will feed the whole family. Warm, winter comfort food at its best!

5. Minced Beef Pasta Bake

This mince pasta bake is an indulgent, winter warming, pure comfort dish. Throw away the salads, it’s cold and we need stodge in our lives! It’s super easy to make and the perfect batch cook recipe as it freezes really well.

6. Homemade Beef Burger

Who doesn’t love a big, tender, juicy beef burger? This recipe will blow your mind. It is delicious, tasty and so full of flavour. Serve in a wholemeal bun (for healthy extra B) or blow the Syns and choose a yummy white bun! Your choice of toppings can be Syn Free too… bacon, cheese (healthy extra a), lettuce, tomato, onion… the list is endless! 

7. Chicken and Broccoli Pasta Bake

This Chicken and Broccoli Pasta Bake is the ideal meal when you’re short on time but want to enjoy a warm and comforting meal. Packed with flavour and a great way to get some veggies into those kiddos too!

8. Rich BBQ Sauce

This beautiful rich homemade BBQ sauce can be ready in just 15 minutes. With very minimal effort you’ll have the best Homemade Barbecue Sauce that is sweet and tangy and made from scratch! Whats more it is totally Syn Free when following the Slimming World plan.

9. Best Ever Healthy Microwave Chocolate Mug Cake

This microwave Chocolate Mug Cake will become your new obsession; it’s the easiest and fastest way to make dessert for one or two, and you wont believe how delicious it is!  It is the perfect sweet tooth, late night kinda cake for only 2.5 Syns when following the Slimming World plan. 

10. Scotch Egg

The Scotch Egg, a perfect British snack, on a picnic or even for breakfast! Make with the kids or surprise them by popping it in their lunch box! 

11. Chicken with Creamy Mushroom Sauce

This tasty Slimming World friendly Creamy Mushroom Sauce is great served with just about anything – steaks, meatballs, chicken, pork, vegetables, pasta and potatoes. It is quite easy to prepare and completely delicious.

12. Rustic Mac and Cheese

This creamy, cheesy, Syn free rustic Mac and Cheese will outshine any Mac and Cheese you have tried before. With added bacon pieces it adds to the flavour and it is very simple to create. 

13. Chicken Paella

Our Syn Free Chicken Paella recipe is a delightful twist on a classic dish, tailored to fit seamlessly into your slimming journey. Packed with succulent chicken, an array of colourful vegetables, and an aromatic blend of spices, this dish not only tantalises your taste buds but also keeps you on track with your Syn count

14. Chicken and Bacon Pasta

If you thought you had to give up the creamy, savory goodness of pasta while on a Slimming World journey, think again! Our Chicken and Bacon Pasta recipe is here to prove that healthy eating doesn’t mean sacrificing flavour. With tender chunks of chicken, smoky lean bacon, and a velvety, low-fat sauce, this dish will satisfy your comfort food cravings without a hint of guilt.

15. Chicken Fajitas

We’ve taken the beloved Tex-Mex classic and made it Slimming World-friendly without compromising on taste. Tender strips of chicken, colourful bell peppers, and zesty seasonings come together to create a sensational dish that’s low in Syns but high in satisfaction.

16. Chicken Jambalaya

This colourful, delicious and easy Chicken Jambalaya recipe is thrown together in literally one pot. It’s great to serve at parties and it reheats so well. I am always looking batch cook recipes which are suitable for freezing and this one is perfect for it. It’s a bold and zesty dish packed with jambalaya flavours! You wait until you try it!!

17. Chinese Orange Chicken

This delicious version of the popular Chinese Orange Chicken packs in all of the amazing sweet and savoury orange flavour of the restaurant style version, but with only a fraction of the calories and fat.  Making this Slimming friendly meant it had to be naturally sweetened with honey making this an acceptable healthy evening meal when following the a controlled weight loss plan.

18. Slow Cooker Chicken Bhuna

This Slow Cooked Chicken Bhuna is so easy to make it’s probably one of the lowest effort recipes on this blog. Everything is made in one pot so there is minimal mess and even the prep only takes around 15 minutes. This curry is absolutely perfect for serving on a ‘fakeaway’ night with friends and family! Honestly they won’t even know it’s Slimming World friendly.

19. 1 Syn Pancakes

Look no further because a steaming stack of perfectly soft, best fluffy Syn free pancakes are right here! weekends will never be the same again. The Best Fluffy Pancakes recipe you will fall in love with. They are perfect for anyone who is following the Slimming World plan, Weight Watchers or a calorie deficit. 

20. Spicy Chicken Stir Fry

This healthy Spicy Chicken Stir Fry is even better than your typical local takeaway version and will be loved by the whole family. Made with diced chicken, speedy vegetables such as broccoli, peppers and mushroom and coated in a delicious savoury, spicy sauce it’s definitely a Slimming friendly mid-week winner. 

21. Five Bean Chilli

A hearty Slimming World friendly five bean chilli is the perfect store cupboard dinner. Healthy, rich and full of flavour, it’s perfect for colder days. Serve on its own, heaped onto a baked potato, or with rice. This delicious Syn Free recipe is easy to make and comes together quickly as it uses tinned beans.

22. Curried Parsnip Soup

This classic curried parsnip soup recipe is rich and full of flavour, thanks to the kick of spices and sweet vegetables. It is also very as easy to prepare. This traditional winter warmer is perfect for batch cooking, and amazing for anyone following the Slimming World plan.

23. Chicken Tikka Masala

With tender chicken marinated in yogurt and spices, smothered in a luscious tomato-based sauce, and served with fragrant rice, this dish is both delicious and waistline-friendly. Experience the magic of Indian cuisine in a slimming way with this flavourful and guilt-free Chicken Tikka Masala recipe.

24. Onion Bhaji

Bhajis are so much easier to create than you would expect and once you have mastered making them from scratch you will never buy from a supermarket ever again. With simple ingredients, these bhajis are guilt-free and vegetarian-friendly. You don’t need to buy any fancy ingredients, it is fairly likely that you will have most of the ingredients in your cupboard already.

25. Cheese and Broccoli Soup

Rich, indulgent and creamy cheese and broccoli soup. This is so quick and easy to make with very minimal effort but makes a gorgeous filling meal at only 218 calories. 

26. Chicken Madras

This Quick and Easy Slimming friendly Chicken Madras is a deeply flavoured Indian curry that is on the table in less than 35 minutes. If you’re a curry fan and like it spicy, this dish is perfect for you. 

27. Slow Cooker Butter Chicken

It’s time to add a little flavour to your weeknight dinner routine, Slow Cooker Butter Chicken style! The delicious, creamy sauce is richly spiced (but not spicy), the chicken is plump and juicy, and it’s the perfect family meal. This recipe is great for anyone following Slimming World, Weight Watchers or a calorie controlled diet.

28. Best Ever Cheese Scones

These Cheese Scones are delicious and crunchy on the outside but incredibly soft and fluffy on the inside. They are so cheesy and make the perfect lunch time treat. Enjoy them fresh from the oven or save them for later. 

29. Pepperoni Pizza Pasta Bake

Everything you love about a deluxe pizza without all of the calories. With flavours like pepperoni, beef, onion and plenty of cheese in a kiddo-friendly Slimming World friendly compatible pasta recipe, ready in 55 minutes. What’s not to love?! 

30. Quick and Easy Simple Chicken Curry

Indulging in a delicious and satisfying chicken curry while staying within your dietary goals is not only possible but also incredibly delicious! In this post, we’re about to embark on a culinary journey that will tantalise your taste buds without adding any syns to your daily count. That’s right, we’re diving into the world of syn-free chicken curry. 

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[maspers]

So I decided to try my hand at creative writing

Don always wakes up at 5:30 each morning. Enough time to go for a jog, shower, and eat breakfast, before heading to work at 7. Working in the management team for a stationary company is occasionally scary (Don does not deal well with bright colors) but is still rather fulfilling. A quiet life, a change of pace from his youth. Don is well liked in the workplace, often taking his coworkers out to lunch. He's able to do this because of the nest egg he's got saved up. Technically, Don would be pretty close to retiring, but he doesn't want to. Sure, he's getting on in years, but he needs something to do. A slow, quiet life. Just enough activity to keep things exciting for an old timer like him. 

Work ends at 3. Don likes his shift. Gives him most of the afternoon to go fishing. He's planning on having steak and stout pie for dinner. A newer recipe, one that Don found online. It'll take a while to prep, but Don has the time. Taking things slow is exhilarating in its own way. Don has learned that it's not necessarily about the destination, but rather it is about the journey. You never know what could happen. Maybe the Steak will need more spices. Maybe he'll need to make a substitution because he forgot one of the vegetables. The possibilities are endless. Then, at around 7:30, Don plans on going to bed. Sure, it's a bit early. But his health has been holding out well despite his age, and Don hopes to keep it that way. Oh yes, Don thinks as he drives home from work in his '04 Corolla. This is going to be another relaxing day. 

But his hopes are dashed when he sees the pickup truck out front, on the driveway. The driver has a reputation, but thankfully Don's recently-trimmed rhododendrons are still intact. The driver stands outside, accompanied by two others. His belt has expanded a size, and his beard has grown out and turned pepper gray, but the gallon hat on his head still looks brand new. He looks up and gives Don a sympathetic smile. 

The young woman next to him has a much more sour look on her face. Don didn't think the girl could grow up, but here she stands, clad in a sweater and capri pants. Her red hair is a darker, browner shade, but it's clear she takes care of it. Her scowl of disapproval has always seemed a permanent fixture. 

Jack, of course, looks the same as he always has.

"No," Don groans. "I'm not doing this again."

"Aw, come on pardner," the Driver says. "You know we wouldn't have come if we didn't need ya." 

"I still say we *don't* need him, for the record." says the girl. 

"Don't be so frosty," Jack corrects her, kindly. He turns to Don. "We really are sorry, Don. We wish it didn't have to be this way. We've all got lives too, you know."

"Then go back to them," Don refutes. "We're not friends anymore, Jack. None of us were to begin. We were rivals, all of us bickering and fighting. You three only started acting all friendly when I said I was done."

"Hmph. Believe me, if I could turn around and go back home to Jimmy instead of hanging out with you old fogies I would," the young woman complains.

"Honestly, I don' disagree." The driver looks solemnly at his truck. "I mostly use this ol thing for hauling turnips these days. But see, there's a problem a-brewin, and the four of us are the only ones around to deal with it."

"And what would that be?" Don asked. 

Jack's unmoving eyes pierce through him. "The King is back."

Don groans again. "How?"

The girl rolls her eyes. "Does it matter? He's back, and we need to take him down. For good this time."

"Last time, we were all fighting amongst ourselves. When he finally went down, we were all too distracted by each other to make sure that we'd actually finished the job. This time, if we all work together, we could take him down easy. A simple job. In and out."

"Don't say those words," the girl mutters under her breath, "You'll jinx us."

"And there's really nobody else?" Don asks

"Who else is there?" the driver asks in return. "Bunch of naive young'uns and withered corpses that make the lot of us look young. And more importantly, is there anyone besides you that we can be confident in? Everyone else is variable. You, pardner, were always guaranteed to do what needed to be done."

Don walked over to the truck. He looked in the back. Burgers. Sodas. Fries. An assortment of sandwiches and breakfast goods. Ice cream in cups. It wasn't much. 

"It was all we could scrounge together on a short notice," Jack explains. "None of us really went out of our way to stockpile. We all thought we were done, like you. But it should be enough."

"It won't be enough," Don says. "Not how it is. You need sauce. Mac sauce, and lots of it. Get a heat lamp set up, keep the food warm. You need at least twice that amount of nuggets. And for heaven's sake, put some salt on those fries."

"So does that mean yer in?" the driver asks. 

Don turns, and looks over at his house. A quiet life. Grays and browns. He hadn't even gotten to put his steak and stout pie in the oven. He'd have to cash in some vacation days too. Don didn't want to leave it behind. 

But the house wasn't going anywhere. And as much as Don hated to admit it, his former peers were right. He was needed. He couldn't trust this job in the hands of anyone else. 

He turns back. "Fine. But we better make this quick."

Jack's unmoving smile seems a tad more genuine. The driver whoops a yeehaw. "Let's get yer stuff loaded up!" he proclaims. 

The young woman quickly hides her own small grin. "Hurry it up, then," she says angrily "I know you keep your food frozen, you heathen. Get it thawing."

Don smiles, and rolls his eyes as he goes to get his old work clothes. He'd never admit it, but he's missed this. He puts on his old suit. The yellow is a bit faded, but it'll do. He finishes packing up, then they all pile into the truck. 

Then Arby, Wendy, Jack, and Ronald McDonald went out to save the world. One last time.

[rockislandadultreads]

Cookbook Recommendations: Better Breakfast Month

Breakfast: The Cookbook by Emily Elyse Miller

Start the day with the definitive cookbook of authentic home-cooking breakfast dishes from around the world!

Breakfast is the most important - and comforting - time of day for billions of people everywhere. Here, for the first time, a collection of hundreds of home-cooking recipes celebrates morning meals as they're prepared in kitchens across the globe. Each recipe is accessible and straightforward, with notes offering cultural context and culinary insight. Whether it's sweet or not, classic or regional, it's here: Egyptian Ful Medames (stewed fava beans); Mexican Chilaquiles; Chinese Pineapple Buns; American Scones; Scottish Morning Rolls; and so much more.

Cauliflower Power by Lindsay Grimes Freedman

Low in carbs, fats, and sugars, and naturally packed with vitamin C, cauliflower is the super-est of all superfoods. Why cauliflower? It’s a chameleon and can take on any flavor and texture. In her first cookbook, food blogger and recipe developer Lindsay Grimes Freedman brings her expertise in creating delicious, healthful, and practical recipes to one of the food world’s most trending topics: cauliflower.

With more than 75 recipes built around the five ways to prep cauliflower (as a whole head, florets, steaks, riced, and meal), Freedman transforms this versatile veggie into smoothies and scones, pizza crusts and pasta sauces, and sides and salads. Super swaps include falafel made with cauliflower and Caesar salad made with a cauliflower-based dressing, even cauliflower nachos, “bacon” bits, tots, and French toast. The recipes are healthful and easily adaptable for any diet without skimping on flavor or satisfaction. By harnessing the power of this anti-inflammatory veggie, readers will reap all the benefits of a plant-based diet without missing out on any of the good stuff.

The 4-Ingredient Diabetes Cookbook by Nancy S. Hughes

Making delicious meals doesn't have to be complicated, time-consuming, or expensive. You can create satisfying dishes using just four ingredients, or even less! In this new and revised edition of the bestselling 4-Ingredient Diabetes Cookbook, author Nancy Hughes has added more than 25 new recipes that can be made in a snap! With more than 175 quick, easy-to-prepare recipes, this one-of-a-kind cookbook now has recipes for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between.

Make the most of your time and money. Home cooks will be amazed at how much can be prepared with just a few simple ingredients.

The Fresh Eggs Daily Cookbook by Lisa Steele

Lisa Steele, fifth-generation chicken keeper and founder of the popular blog Fresh Eggs Daily, knows a thing or two about eggs. And she's ready to show you just how easy and delicious it can be to make eggs a staple of every meal.

First, Lisa will tell you everything you don't know about eggs - such as what the different labels on grocery store egg cartons mean - and bust some common egg myths. From there, she provides you with foundational techniques for cooking with eggs, including steaming, grilling, baking, and frying. And finally, Lisa shares her go-to recipes for everything from breakfast staples, like eggs Benedict and a classic French trifold "omelette," to breads, sandwiches, beverages, snacks, soups, salads, pasta, cakes, pies, and condiments. You'll encounter a wide variety of both sweet and savory dishes with Lisa's unique twists.

[soulventure91]

🥞🍟🙊🍀⚾️📸🚆🌩💖☁️

Big ol doozy for the Dir Bir!

oh wow he's going on a TRIP (tho swapping in CROWN for TRAIN cause i accidentally did train on Discord x_x) |

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast? Mmm. I think Diric would dive right into a pile of scrambled eggs with a seasoned ham steak with a toasted muffin (English, not pastry) smeared in cream cheese. Simple, yes, but it hits a lot of happy spots and you can introduce him to a lot of different flavors with seasonings and substitutions within that simple spread.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food? I think Diric prefers ordering food for two reasons. First, his lifestyle growing up was effectively as nobility (despite being hidden from the outside); the Kilvajon household definitely had a staff of cooks on hand, so prior to the army Diric would only need to head to the kitchens to get any snacks or beg treats. He probably learned how to prep food in the army but Diric was only okay; there were better cooks in his unit and there were plenty of far worse. Not to mention when the regular rations run out, you have to start making do with what you can forage, which is the part of self-cooking Diric doesn't enjoy as much.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about? Oh boy, Diric has so much he stays quiet about but I think he'll always advocate for choosing a course of action and committing to it. I think the one time that backfired in his face was in the illithid nest and we came across the civilian prisoners - he was so overcharged with being back there and all of his old fears that Diric would have rather left the prisoners than risking any of them proving to be a mind flayer host and killing them all. Alar's action prevailed and the civvies went free, and as much as Diric would normally agree with that course of action he had a hard time letting that slide. In general, though, he'll wait until a few options are on the table before weighing in with his opinion.

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky? I think there was a previous ask awhile ago on a different meme where a similar question was asked! Diric doesn't necessarily believe in luck, especially not in the moment where anything can happen. In such moments, Diric would attest skill over luck in instances of just escaping severe damage. However, being reflective on those moments? Dir would absolutely call it luck. The Talisman get in and out of impossible scrapes what seems to be all the time, and sometimes that can't always be put to skill.

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what’s their strong suit (speed, power etc.)? (AKA you're making me put on my baseball manager hat) As a fighter/barb, Diric is probably pretty good at sports, though playing requires some AU flexure. I think his favorite sport would be golf: the physical precision and power required would impress him and be something he constantly strives for. He'd probably also enjoy baseball; I can see him playing shortstop/second base, somewhere he can have a lot of action and strategic opportunity but he's not the brains of the team (that would be the catcher). Decent batting average but probably a fairly low home run count. He's the guy you can get on base, maybe steal a little, but you gotta bring him around to score.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what’s their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of? Oof we don't have cameras in-universe but! I don't think Diric would enjoy having his picture taken, but he'll roll with it if someone starts waving a camera around demanding shots. He doesn't really have a go-to pose but ideally you want to capture a shot of him in the moment, without realizing his picture's being taken. Diric would be a huge photographer if he had a camera. Being an architectural sketch artist, if he could photograph buildings and places and Vibes he wants to incorporate into his cityscapes he absolutely would. I think he would also go out of his way to capture how the party feels in those atmospheres, but as with him in photos he'd want to take the snaps without them noticing. Diric doesn't show it, but the pictures and his sketches are his way of putting his care and love into a physical form, especially as he starts pulling his emotional core back together.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why? A protector; a good friend; a good person; someone you could always count on to be there, whether in a fight, dealing with people, or sharing a drink. That alone would be enough for him.

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning? Thinking of having Alar jump-scare him? Hehe Probably when Diric first came to the surface, absolutely he would have been. The explosions would undoubtedly remind him of spell blasts and any artillery he might have been around in the tunnels, especially when asleep and setting off night terrors. But I think he took the time to understand what the lightning was and to admire its beauty and majesty. He might still jump a little if it catches him off guard, but I don't think Diric would be truly scared of it.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover? Diric wants to think he's subtle but he absolutely, ridiculously showy as a lover. The man wears his heart on his sleeve and, when he's confident in that love Diric displays it as surely as his military stance: a little smirk to the side, extra sparkles in his eyes, more outwardly relaxed alongside his lover. He wants the world to know he's in love and will gladly show it off without shame.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon T_T I keep imagining Diric managing to find something of a quiet space in everything due to come in Akhenaton (some moment where they're not mid-fight or mid-breakdown or mid-politics) and perching himself on the riverside at a dock near a shallow part of the water. Just takes a moment to watch the river traffic and the city before stripping off his armor and even prying off his boots to settle in the water for a bit. Just let himself soak in the city he wants to call home.

[youngandvain]

15.02.23

i slept horribly last night, after that bizarre and very bad drunkenness. therefore i wasn't feeling my best today. i could definitely tell i was really craving carbs and sweets. i ate a fairly large breakfast of three eggs with cheese and cream cheese and then, barely two hours later, made myself a steak because i really wanted to eat. then i met a friend and we had arepas with chicken and avocado and went on a walk. he suggested getting a bubble tea but i said i didn't want to, and apart from the social pressure of not wanting to disappoint my friend, turning that down wasn't hard. i felt pretty good about my day as i'd stuck to all my rules but then when i went to bed, i suddenly felt incredibly hungry and just didn't have it in me anymore to push through. so i got back up, made another steak (steaks were on discount in my supermarket today so i got several and put them in the freezer) and some udon noodles. it was fantastic, though i knew the udon noodles were high in simple carbs and i had resolved to avoid those. anyways though, i was craving chocolate so bad and my roommates nutella was singing its siren's song to me. i opened it, smelled it and reminded myself that it wasn't good for me, it was an addictive substance and if i had some now, i would only be fueling my addiction. then i went back to bed.

once again i am way over my maintenance calories and that feels really, really bad, especially since it's suddenly become my new normal. where before i'd be upset if i had 1800 calories, now i regularly eat more than 3000 and feel helpless to do anything about it. still, for today, the success was not eating any sweets. tomorrow i'm starting a week long fast to (once again) reset my insulin and give my body a chance to detox. after that, i want to commit to keto for at least two weeks, in the hopes that 21 consecutive days of nearly zero sugar will be enough to stop me from craving it. if that does not work, i will have to consider seriously quitting sugar once and for all, and i am very scared of that, to be honest. but right now my eating is completely out of control and that is even scarier.

[aiiaiiiyo]

Just a simple steak and two eggs for breakfast. Check this blog!

[eziro10]

Jason Todd: Taking you on a Date

Jason todd x G/N reader

A/N Thank you all for the recent support! It means so much to me and I'm so grateful for them all! Terribly sorry for such a late upload, I'll try putting out something sooner. Also thank you for all the recent followers. I love you all <3. But if you like the story please consider following if you want to know when I post next.  Message me if you have any scenarios that you would like me to write for Jason. Im also considering writing for other fandoms that I like, not sure when that is going to happen though. I hope you all have a good day and happy pride <3

Summary: Jason is taking you on a date, and what goes on throughout the day.

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The two of you woke up that morning in a great mood. Jason was in a giddy aura all morning. He was the first to get up, he woke you up by kissing your face all over. You were delighted by the action of waking up and being kissed. So you started to reciprocate the action. After exchanging kisses Jason hopped out of bed and dragged you to the shower with him. Helping you get clean quickly, he promised you that this would be an amazing day. You were delighted to see him this enthusiastic, you never see him in a state like this often. So when they come around you enjoy them to their extent. The showerhead turns on and hits the two of you. His wet hair framed his face, you couldn't help but admire him a little bit. (I just hope he didn't notice you staring anywhere else.)

The two of you got out of the shower and started to get ready for the day. The time was 10 am and Jason was speeding throughout the apartment. Getting dressed quickly and preparing some breakfast for the two of you. Just some simple eggs and a leftover steak from the night before. He prepared them on plates and handed them over the kitchen counter. You thanked him for the food and quickly got to work chowing down.

Due to Jason’s iron stomach, he was able to down the food quickly. He cleaned his plate and started to tell you to hustle and be prepared to leave in 10 minutes. You were trying to finish the plate and hurry to catch up with Jason. In the meantime, Jason was putting on some cologne and fixing his hair. Jay took his time perfecting his appearance, he wanted to look his best for you, he wanted to make you proud. Spritzing some Polo Ralph Lauren along his body and psyching himself up in the mirror, he was ready for the day. He went back to you and nodded to the door, you were in suit and followed Jason out the door with all your essentials.

There was no definite reason why Jason had this burst of energy. The two of you discussed how you haven't done anything together for a while. Jason wanted that to change, dedicating all of his time to the person he cares most for. He wanted to spoil you in his love the best way he knows how to communicate it. So taking you places and spending quality time together was the plan. Jason just also wants to make sure you don't get tired of him. You’ve repeated to him how you value his company, how he is the one for you. But his insecurities get the better of him at times.

Jason was never shy about displaying you to everyone he knows. He isn't the biggest on PDA but isn't afraid to give you hugs or kisses when the mood calls for them. So Jason casually grips your hand and pulls you behind him when you two cut through the busy waves of people in the morning heading to work. People go to their office jobs and have their own lives. People that you only ever see once, going on their usual commute. Jay leads you to a nearby bookstore first. He needed some more material to read, and Jay also wanted to show you some of his favorites.

The iconic chime reverberating through the store was met by your arrival inside. Friendly workers welcome you inside. Jason slowed his pace and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Pulling you closer he wanted to browse the shelves with you. He automatically made his way to the realistic fiction section. Wanting to see any of the latest releases along with his favorite authors. At this time he did lose his hand on your shoulder. You were also browsing with him until you spot “Pride and Prejudice”

“Hey, Jay” He nonchalantly turned to you. “Isn't this your favorite book?”

His green eyes followed your hands to the book. A smile on his face, you found Jay by your side already. His hand resting on the back of the book along with yours. “Yeah, this is my favorite.” stated with a soothing tone. “ I love this one, didnt you tell me you wanted to check it out y/n?” A simple noise beaming from your throat. “Well I’ll let you borrow mine, I believe I left my copy at the Manor. We’ll have to stop by sometime soon, I bet they all miss you over there as well.”

Returning the book back to its previous location you resumed browsing, and Jason picked up on his own personal search. Separating on your own journeys for some literature, and reconnecting after some time. You returned with a single book, Jay returned with an arms full. Jay loves to read, something he does quite frequently. So seeing him with more than 4 books is nothing new to you.

But when it came to checking out, he originally wanted to pay for the two of you. But Jay forgot his card and did not have enough cash to cover it all. Too much in a rush this morning to remember small details like his card. Checking his wallet twice to see if it was hidden, and looking at his bank account balance. He was about to start returning some of them back until you stepped in.

“It's ok Jay, I got this.” You casually inputted your card and paid for everything. All the books are put into two separate bags to equally distribute the weight. Handing one of them to Jay you headed outside with the sound of the bell following you two outside.

You look back to find Jay a bit quiet. “What's wrong Jaybird?” You slowed your pace to match his slow strides that matched a turtle.

“No, it's nothing, just a little embarrassing how I didn't have any change in my wallet, or in general. Actually, let me make a quick call.” Going to a nearby wall, pulling out his call he chose the first contact under B.

You didn't hear his full conversation but you can already deduct what it was all about anyway. None of it was comprehensible to you except the words. “Can you wire me some money… I know you got too much to know what to actually do with.” He hung up the phone and rejoined you. “Looks like the plan to hang out all day can continue without a hitch!” You couldn't help but roll your eyes

“You think being a hero would be a rewarding job financially, but I guess not.”

“Hey it's not my fault this city is stingy, but thanks to Bruce we won't have to worry about what happened back there ever again.” One hand holding a bag and the other reappearing on your shoulder. “Got any suggestions on where to go next My love? It's too early for lunch to happen already.” He tilted his head to the side looking directly at you. Thankfully you two were at a standstill on the sidewalk. He would have bumped into something if that wasn't the case.

“Why don't we go back to the apartment, drop off the books and pick up your card. After that…” Your phone goes off, you check the name on the caller ID. It was Damien calling. “One moment Jay, it's Damien calling.” Putting the phone on speaker the two of you heard Damien's voice on the other end. He was inviting you to hang out at an arcade nearby the manor. You looked at Jay skeptically, it was supposed you two were hanging out. You would love to spend some time with Damien but you were unsure if Jason wanted the same. Jay gave you the green light to accept his offer. “Alright, let's do it. What time are we meeting up?”

Working out the details over the phone while walking back home. When you brought up how Jason was going to be joining. Damien sounded disapproving of the idea, but you know how much the brothers enjoy hanging out with one another. It's just that none of them can admit it to themselves or others. Getting home and then heading out, you were meeting Damien over there in 20 minutes.

 Jay was happy to drive the pair of you there though. He loves flaunting his motorcycle to people on the street. He loves when you tug onto his stomach for safety, a relaxation period for him.

When arriving there safely (after being flipped off by multiple people on the street.) Your hand entwined with Jason and you two headed inside. Damien and Dick were in the lobby waiting for you. Some confusion fell on your face but that quickly disappeared--the more the merrier. Damien seemed slightly annoyed by the added appearance of Dick, but he needed a ride over here and he didn't hate Dick entirely though.

After getting some tokens to activate the machines. Jay and Dick quickly got to work on hitting the arcades, they were competitive amongst themselves. But Jay gave you a small peck before he was lost in the crowds of people with Dick quickly behind him. It was you and Damien left alone. Damien was happy that the two older brothers were gone. You suggested some games for you two to play, going over to basketball first.

You were successful in getting most of the hoops in, but Damien was matching you in your efforts. As the clock reaches zero you two were matching in points. At the last second both of you throw once more. The loud buzzing of the machine indicated the time reaching zero, and neither of you were successful in making it into the hoop in time. Damien had gone quiet, before the match he was bragging about his win. But proving him wrong left him speechless. Teasing him about the tie, you ruffled up his hair a bit, you two went on to win other games.

Time has passed, the two of you with handfuls of tickets now wrapping along your arms and Damiens. The two of you tried to meet back up with Jason and Dick. You find Jason and Dick playing “Dance Dance Revolution.” Sweat gleamed each other's foreheads.

From Jason's POV, he couldn't lose to Dick at this game. They tried their hand at other machines. Jay would win one game and Dick the other. Currently, they were even in points. Jay didn't know how Dick won the water shooter game, he was the better shot…Jay and Dick decided to take a shot at the last game they haven't played yet. This being their last ticket, it was all or nothing. Taking off his jacket when they went to the dance pad and leaving it on the rail behind him, he meant business.

They selected the song and began their battle. The vibrant rays of lighting illuminate their faces, making a shadow to the space behind them. Blue and pink light reflected off of the materials around them. This was when you and Damien came up from behind watching them duke it out. As the song progressed the intensity in the atmosphere rose. More and more people were watching them, gathering around the dance pad. You were rooting for Jay to win, no hard feelings to Dick. Jason heard your encouragement and felt confident. Feeling like this would be an easy breeze, but once he noticed all of his points added up; the numbers were saying otherwise.

Dick was ahead of Jason, about 2000 points ahead. To be fair, how was Jason meant to win against an acrobat? Jason seemed a bit bummed out about his defeat. He instinctively went to you and wrapped a hand around your waist. “You did amazing Jay, but if I'm being honest. You had your odds stacked against you.” Jay smiled at your comment but said nothing more. You all went to the counter to cash out your rewards.

Getting some things like candy, slinkies, and plush animals. You and Jason got all the candy you earned and gave the toys to some nearby children. The four of you left the arcade and went to some other places to kill some time. Going to a small cafe for lunch, and catching a movie in the afternoon. Before you knew it, the sun went past the horizon. Jay and you were about to wave goodbye to Damien and Dick. Before they left, Damien told you that you should hang out with him sometime soon. You agreed and waved them goodbye. They went off back to the mansion, and you and Jay went back to the apartment. Getting back on Jason's motorcycle, and grabbing his stomach once more you two were off.

Jay opened the apartment door, letting you lead inside. He Placed all of your prizes on the counter and forgot about it until the next morning. Jay got something quick for the two of you to eat. He prepared some easy ramen and threw them into the microwave. When he opened the microwave door, he saw pillars of steam escaping the paper-like lid of the styrofoam cups. Jay put them on the counter and asked you to sit by him.

“Did you have fun, today love?” He was a bit drowsy, and after that dance battle and everything you four did that day. His speech was quieter than usual and slowed.

“I did, and thank you for taking me out” you gave him a peck on his forehead and a loving hug. “I love you so much jay”

“I love you too y/n”

You two got everything ready for the night, finishing the ramen cups and getting into a change into some pajamas. You both had turned off the rest of the lights in our shared apartment and you went into the bedroom with Jason. You cuddled Jay in your arms and you two quickly went to sleep. Hopefully, he didn't take his earlier defeat into heart though, he did amazing. <3

[arrancar-anthology]

The Espada + Favorite Foods

Coyote (+Lilynette)

Coyote is a huge fan of smoothies and soups, as well as small candies- anything he can have while lying down. Lilynette, on the other hand, enjoys sandwiches and as much candy as she can get her hands on.

Baraggan

Wagyu steak. Bluefin tuna. A chocolate sculpture covered in edible gold flakes. If it looks like it should cost a couple thousand dollars at minimum, it’s likely something Baraggan would want to eat. He has expensive taste, and high standards. This does not mean, however, that he will turn down Ggio’s attempts at cooking, even if it’s lightly burnt ramen.

Harribel

Fish of any and all kinds. It shouldn’t be surprising, given she’s a shark lady. She also enjoys almost any small dessert that can go together well with tea. Homemade foods, especially sweets, are a favorite of hers as well.

Nelliel

Sweets of all kinds, but she’s especially fond of any cake that has buttercream frosting on it! Also has a thing for hearty stews and soups.

Ulquiorra

He dislikes strong flavors, but he adores cheesecake. He also doesn’t mind plain old toast and eggs. Definitely fond of the concepts of “brunch” and “breakfast for dinner”.

Nnoitra

Hollow meat. Other hollows. He will take meat of all kinds, and will take them cooked, but he prefers them raw. Definitely a fan of the concept of jerky. If he can tear it apart using only his mouth and hands, you could get him to like it.

Luppi

He’s a ramen fan. It’s simple to have, it’s relatively easy to make, and Gin typically has some microwavable ramen in stock that he can steal. He’s also not above candy, especially lollypops.

Grimmjow

He learned what human world meat was and never looked back. Similar to Nnoitra in that he enjoys ripping his food apart with his hands and mouth, and shares his love for jerky, but unlike Nnoitra he can be persuaded to eat a fully-cooked meal. Definitely a fan of spiced meats, as well as hot dogs. Has stolen food from Nnoitra and gotten away with it before, and will do so again. Nnoitra does not know Grimmjow is the food thief.

Zommari

Definitely a fan of dumplings, as well as anything that can be taken with Aizen’s tea. Has probably made Aizen-shaped cookies before, let’s be real here.

Szayelaporro

Fruits, especially grapefruit, pomegranate, and bananas. He’s the guy you’d see having a whole fruit salad, meticulously curated and looking more like food art than something he intends on eating, just for the drama of it all.

Aaroniero

The two of him have no food preferences. Really. If you put something in front of him and tell him it is edible, he will both eat it. Only one of him will think to double check with you, and that is after the fact. Gin has gotten Aaroniero to consume a decent amount of Las Noches garbage from this fact. Neither of him trusts Gin, especially around food, after the two of him learns about this.

[ramzawrites]

Ok I have coffeed up 🦀🦀🦀

Could I request a fic about a Male Reader Border Collie Hybridbeing hired to look after the pets of the Syndicate while theyre at a meeting? Having to feed every single dog, Ranboos cat, Carl, the parrots, Steve the bear, etc? Trying to wrangle the foxes because theyre trying to eat poison potatoes, shooing zombies off the turtle eggs? -🌱🌟

The Syndicate’s Pet Sitter - BorderCollie!Hybrid!Reader

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Nihachu

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request for my beloved 🌱🌟<3

Summary: The Syndicate is meeting up early in the morning and didn’t have the chance to feed their pets yet. Luckily Y/N who lives there as well but isn’t part of the Syndicate can take care of them. And no that is totally not because Border Collies are good herding dogs.

Words count: 4732

Authors Note: I just noticed I missed the foxes oh no ;_; Why do the Syndicate have so many pets I swear! I hope you guys enjoy this! Esp you 🌱🌟 since you requested it! I also haven’t had the chance to properly look over it look for typos, I apologize! I’ll deal with that as soon as I can! Also thanks for the prompt 😌 I have a weakness for animals and dogs

The chest let out a strained creak as Technoblade closed it for what felt like the hundredth time. He was preparing for the next meeting of the Syndicate and this time he, as well as Phil, had actually planned a few things other than just showing the newest members where the headquarters were and setting up the rules for the organization.

While both men were busy running from chest to chest collecting materials and writing down information into books, they were accompanied by a soft rhythmic thud as well.

That sound came from Y/N. More specifically his tail swishing up and down as he was sitting in front of a window on the windowsill. Watching peacefully as the two went about their business.

Y/N was a Dog Hybrid. A Border Collie Hybrid to be specific. He has been technically living with Techno and Philza for a while now but Techno liked to act as if he was just some stranger to him.

When Y/N first came to the SMP Philza and Techno were the first people he met and ever since then he has gotten quite attached to them.

At first Techno tried to get rid off him, especially since he always gave him wishy washy answers concerning his opinions on governments but Y/N wouldn’t let himself get spooked off that easily and even begun building his own little home close to them without asking. At that point Techno had to accept defeat and let him begrudgingly stay.

Philza liked to poke fun at that fact but he also understood Techno’s caution. Though over time Y/N has shown to be a trusty ally that could keep secrets, even once leading people astray since they became dangerously close to their home. Because of that Philza brought once the idea up that maybe they should let Y/N join the Syndicate after all as well.

Of course Techno immediately shut down the idea for the simple fact that not once has Y/N ever clearly stated that he was against any kind of government. There was no point in arguing with the Pig Hybrid about this particular topic so Philza just dropped the issue altogether.

That said after Niki came over to join the Syndicate and Ranboo got roped in it as well, Y/N managed to at least learn of the name of the organization.

He even asked to join to which Techno just said “Prove to us you are an anarchist and maybe I will think about it.”

“So you are saying you just want me to tell you the things you want to hear in order to get in? Doesn’t seem that smart to me.”

Y/N would always pull out these snide remarks whenever that topic came up.

For some reason Y/N woke up early and found that both Philza and Techno got up early as well so he just let himself in, sat down next to the window and begun happily munching on some cold steak for breakfast.

Techno made a point of ignoring him only muttering something about a “damn mutt” under his breath while Philza was chuckling to himself. Y/N’s fluffy dog ears obviously picked up on it but the happy swags of his tail continued on, knowing that if Techno really was annoyed by him, he would have already intervened way back when he begun building his home.

Phil was rummaging through a chest, trying to find some extra paper only to suddenly stop moving and turn around to look at Y/N, his arms still in the chest.

“Y/N?” adding a whistle to ensure that he would gain his attention.

As a response the Dog Hybrid looked absolutely aghast “Did you just-? Did you just whistle at me? Did you, Philza, just whistle at me to get my attention? Like a dog?”

“Sorry, just kind of happened but since you are here I have a request for you.”

Now Technoblade stopped whatever he was doing as well to observe what was happening in front of him, curious what he was proposing. A smirk adorning his features knowing full well that Philza probably whistled on purpose seeing how Y/N was kind of an unwelcome guest right now.

“You can request but no guarantee I will fulfill your request, old man.” Y/N spoke through an exaggerated pout.

This only earned him a tired sigh from Philza “Yeah, Yeah. As you can see we are up early for a reason but this also means we didn’t have the chance yet to feed the animals. Could you feed them all and make sure they’ll be alright while we are gone? You know how this place can get with pets.”

“All? Like all the pets? Like you want me to feed all the pets and take care of them?” Y/N was obviously intimated by the idea of the task judging with how his voice jumped up an octave to the end of the question. But who could blame him. Over time the group managed to amass a comical amount of pets which included a full hound army, polar bears, turtles, cows, Carl the Horse and in Ranboo’s case even parrots.

That reminded him.

“Does that include Ranboo’s bird and cat?”

“Does what include my bird and cat?” Suddenly the door swung open as Ranboo stepped inside Techno’s home. Cramping up the small cabin even more. The cold winter air only managing to sneak in for a short moment before he made sure to close the wooden door again.

Techno chuckled “We are asking Y/N here to feed our pets while we are busy at our meeting and to make sure they are safe while we are gone. He has time after all.”

Y/N’s shocked expression turned to a frown. Oh they did that deliberately alright.

Ranboo took a moment to take in the scene before he slowly nodded “Oh, if that is the case then I would actually really appreciate it if you could take a look at my parrot and cat. I haven’t had the chance to feed them yet since I ran out of seeds for the bird. Actually the reason I came over here was because I wanted to ask you guys if you had some extra.”

Techno’s smirk was ever present on his face as he motioned with his hand towards his mass of chests “Somewhere in there we have some but I’m sure Y/N will find them and take care of your pets as well.”

“Would you?”

Ranboo sounded so genuine and almost surprised by this that Y/N couldn’t come up with a snarky response but instead he looked defeated.

“I- alright. I will take care of your pets while you do your stupid Syndicate meeting.”

“We trained him well, Techno.”

“That we did, old friend.”

Now Y/N’s happy tail wagging did finally stop and he jumped up away from the window, surprising Ranboo in the process “You didn’t train me! I’m not one of your dogs!”

He knew they were joking but he still couldn’t let that stand.

Philza stepped closer to Y/N and put one of his hands on his head between his ears. Giving a short pat only to remove his hand again “Yes, we know. If that was true you would be listening to us at all times. Anyways, I spotted Niki outside and we are ready, so, we’ll be going. Make sure nothing happens to the animals! We are putting our trust in you!”

Before Y/N could protest or retract his agreement the group made sure to leave the little hut as fast as possible. Ranboo was very confused but still followed the others outside to loudly greet Niki.

Y/N himself was so bewildered by this whole situation he didn’t even make the effort to run out to greet Niki as well. Instead his thoughts begun to swirl around his new responsibilities.

What do Polar Bears eat? How is he going to feed all of the dogs? By Ender he hoped that Techno had all the necessary things in one of his chests.

That’s when a stray thought hit him “Did they hire me as pet sitter because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid? Did they seriously make me the pet sitter because Border Collie’s are stereotypically good herding dogs?”

That thought had to set in for a moment as he was asking himself if this seriously could be the case and knowing them that might have very well been a thought that crossed their minds. They all joked around about their hybrid parts but this was just ridiculous.

He didn’t know how yet but somehow he will make sure that the damn Pig and the Birdbrain will get this back tenfold. Ranboo was okay in Y/N’s book since he mostly got pulled into this by the others but even then he was still on thin ice.

“I better get going.” He whispered in order to try to pull himself out of his thoughts.

First on the agenda were the Polar Bears. Mostly since he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and just wanted to get it over with but also one of the Bears was laying inside the hut. Snuggling close to the fire place.

That polar bear was Steve and Techno often made comments of him being his emotional support animal and at this point Y/N just believed him. With Techno who knew at this point.

Well what would Steve eat? Just some meat?

“Fish!”

How he didn’t immediately come to that conclusion he didn’t know but better late than never.

Y/N excitedly rubbed his hands together. Time to snoop through Techno’s things. No way in hell is he going to use his own resources to feed their pets. Hence why he begun looking through Techno’s chests. Taking note of things like stray armor, golden apples and enchantment books.

Somewhere in a corner he found some cooked fish. Should be fine, right?

Taking a couple of fish he moved over to Steve who was still lazily draped on the ground enjoying the heat from the fire. Carefully and slowly Y/N put down a couple of fish in front of his big snout. His dog ears pressed down on his head as he stared rigidly at the bear. Hoping for the best.

Steve’s black nose begun to twitch. He slowly opened up his eyes and lazily begun nudging the food closer to his snout with his big paw. Snacking on the pile of fish.

“Okay? I’m guessing that’s fine? I think?”

Just to make sure he still threw more fish towards him and then made his way with a second pile outside where Ed was waiting for his food as well. Ed was way more active and often enough obstructs the way up the stairs that lead to both Philza’s and Techno’s house.

Philza was always annoyed at Ed because of that particular reason. Though today he was a good Polar Bear that was sitting next to the stairs staring at Ender knows what.

Y/N threw him his pile of fish and watched for a second as he happily begun munching on them.

“Guess I’m doing alright after all.”

Almost as if to answer the bear suddenly begun to move towards Y/N which made him panic. Stepping back, trying to understand what he was doing now. Sure the bears are cute but also big and dangerous if they wanted to be.

But Ed bowed his head down and softly pressed his head against Y/N’s chest.

“Is this a thanks, buddy? Aw, no problem.”

Tentatively Y/N placed his hand on the bear’s head to give him one or two scritches. To which Ed then let out a deep puff of air through his nose and immediately moved back to his food to continue his breakfast.

All the Polar Bears are fed. Now only the whole hound army, cows, parrot, Carl the Horse, Turtles and Enderchest the Cat were left. Oh by Ender. That is still a lot.

Y/N immediately ran back into Techno’s hut and begun to search through his chests again. Grabbing things like Seeds, Sea Grass, more fish and some steak.

The parrot and cat were the easiest to deal with first so he decided to run into Ranboo’s house. Even if just to avoid the cold outside for a tiny bit longer.

He climbed down the ladder and found the parrot patiently waiting for him. Excitedly squawking as soon as he saw him.

Placing the seeds in front of the animal Y/N took a good look at the colorful bird.

“How are you doing? Keeping Ranboo company? Making sure he isn’t feeling too lonely?”

“Company! Company!” Ranbird answered in a shrill voice only to continue picking up the seeds off the ground.

Y/N liked spending time with Ranboo. He was a bit of an enigma with his memory issues and interesting behavior at points but Y/N loved hanging out with him. He would always try to offer to play pranks on Techno but Ranboo was too apprehensive about it, not wanting to make the scary Pig Hybrid mad at him.

The two had a bit of a running joke going on where both Ranboo and Y/N would call the other weird. Ranboo for his weird behavior and Y/N for the simple fact that he apparently didn’t fear Techno at all. Philza and Ranboo having to mostly hold him back before he could seriously upset Techno.

“Enderchest? Come here!” Y/N called out and continued to do the typical mouth noises to attract cats. Luckily he did come around a corner.

Happily meowing when Enderchest saw Y/N. Chirping as he pressed his body against Y/N’s legs.

“See, you are a kitty and I am a dog hybrid but we like each other.” Was he still a bit salty about the fact that they most certainly chose him to take care of the pets due to his Hybrid side?

Yes. Definitely.

Sure, no one else was there who could deal with it but on the other hand normally they were always so prepared for everything so this must have been planned beforehand. They didn’t feed the animals on purpose because obviously he was there and had time.

A loud meow pulled Y/N back out of his thoughts again.

“Sorry, Enderchest. You are right it’s food time.”

He then took out two fish and placed it in front of the cat who immediately put them in his mouth and ran off with them. Probably to eat in peace.

Next on the list was Carl. If Y/N didn’t make sure that Carl was absolutely doing alright and was fed Techno would kill him. And while Y/N liked to joke with Techno and pretend that he wasn’t as dangerous as everyone else is treating him like, he also knew that Carl is so important to him that Techno let him get himself kidnapped by the Butcher Army for the horse’s safety.

Technoblade hid his horse behind a wall but Philza one day accidentally found it. Y/N immediately took the chance to build an actual hidden entrance. He liked being a bit of an annoyance for Techno but if he can somehow help out, he will.

Pressing a button on the stone wall gave away to the little stable he and Philza made for Carl.

“Breakfast!”

Some Hay and other food was always ready for Carl so all Y/N had to do was put some of it in the tray and make sure he still had water. Everything seemed fine so Y/N took a second to pet him.

“No idea why Techno is so attached to you but you do seem like a good one. He protects you so you better make sure to not disappoint him as well.”

Carl neighed and nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s shoulder. Softly nabbing on the clothes which made the man laugh in return and softly shoved Carl’s face away from him.

“My clothes aren’t food, buddy!”

Luckily Carl didn’t continue to screw around and instead concentrated on his actual food.

The next pit stop were the turtles and cows. It was easy feeding them since you just placed down the food and then let them go about their day. No, the dog army would be a problem later. They might be war dogs but they were still playful dogs.

Y/N closed up the stable for Carl and made his way through the snow towards the cows first. Opening up a chest that stood close by. He placed it there a few days back with a ton of wheat. It was meant as way to help with the feeding. It was meant for the others since these cows didn’t belong to him but now he was stuck with the responsibility after all.

The cows were happily chewing on the food that Y/N threw into their enclosure and seemed to be doing alright as well so he moved on to the turtles.

For the turtles he actually had to get into the enclosure. Putting the kelp down near the water so the turtles inside the water could see him placing the food down as well. All the while he had to make sure to not accidentally walk on top of the eggs that some of these turtles have laid.

The animals themselves seemed to ignore Y/N. Just slowly crawling along the coarse sand or floating inside the water.

That’s when Y/N heard a groan from behind him. A groan he knew too well.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Y/N swiveled around and pulled out his netherite sword. A sword he made with the help of Philza. During his travels in the nether he found some ancient debris but since he never worked with that material he asked Phil for help. Which was also the reason why the purple sword was called Swordza.

“You helped me make it, I’m naming it after you.” He said to Philza’s dismay.

Right now though the reason why he turned around so fast was that he heard the familiar retching sound of a zombie. It was still early in the morning no surprise there that a loose zombie might be around the place.

Also no surprise that the zombie appeared around the turtle enclosure. For some reason they loved trampling down turtle eggs which was really just barbaric if you really thought about it. Beings that seemingly just wandered around the overworld with no goal but as soon as they spot turtle eggs they suddenly know exactly where to go. Well, besides when they find a human to attack.

The zombie limped towards the turtles.

Y/N didn’t wait long to react. He immediately took a running start and jumped over the fence. Striking down with his sword while he was landing, giving the attack a little more oomph. Together with the enchantments on the sword the zombie fell down into a burning mess. Gurgling sounds escaping it only to die down. A growl escaped Y/N’s throat as he stared at the dead mob.

“Nothing will happen to the little ones while I have anything to say about it!”

He took another sweeping look around the place but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a relieved sigh he put his sword back. The turtles were fed and safe.

Though as he looked around his eyes fell unto the hoard of dogs. All fenced in under a self-made roof. Most of the dogs were laying around either in a small pile or alone. Some were trotting around or even playing but it seemed like the dogs were still tired.

It was time to deal with them.

Y/N walked over to the dogs and as he stepped closer the animals immediately took notice of him. A few running over to him while others just patiently stared. As he got closer to the fence the nearest dogs put their front paws on the fence. Barking excitedly.

If Y/N went in like this some will run out and that was not something he wanted to deal with. There was still some adrenaline pumping through his veins from back when he spotted the zombie but he was still slowly beginning to freeze. Honestly he wanted to get through this fast so he can go back into his cabin and enjoy the warmth of his hearth.

Maybe even begin to plot on how to get back at the Syndicate for doing this to him.

But this wasn’t important right now.

Y/N let out a sharp and loud whistle “Away! Come one! Move out of the way!” He pointed to a corner and surprisingly the dogs seemed to understand that he wanted them away from the gates.

When he opened said gate the dogs patiently waited for him to move in and close it again before they suddenly begun to swarm him. Jumping up trying to lick his face or they began sniffing him out.

“Hey! Stop! I can’t feed you like that!”

He had a frown on his face but his tail was happily swinging from side to side as the dogs greeted him.

“Okay, stop! Sit!”

Luckily the dogs were well trained since they immediately sat down. Still panting in excitement and whining but now they weren’t trying to pull Y/N down to play with him.

In return Y/N got out the steaks out of his inventory and walked past the dogs. Giving each one of them their share. Whenever some dogs begun to scuffle over the food all Y/N had to do was to whistle or yell “Stop!” and they would listen.

Truthfully he feared that feeding the dogs would be the most difficult task of all the animals but as it turned out they listened to him rather well. It’s probably only because Techno trained them so well but still, maybe there is a way Y/N could use this power for himself.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to feed all the dogs but once he reached the last one the first dogs were already done eating and happily following Y/N around the fenced off area. Sometimes barking, hoping to get his attention. While his ears would always move in the direction of the barking dogs, he made  appoint to concentrate on the dogs that he was actually interacting with.

Though when he was done he finally turned around to look at the happy dogs “You guys are needy, did you know that?”

As if to answer a dog right in front of him sat down and woofed at him.

Y/N rolled his eyes and knelt down, scratching that one particular dog behind his ear “You little pooch.”

That was a mistake. A huge mistake.

As he went down and balanced on the front of his feet the other dogs saw their chance as he went down to their height, practically jumping on.

Startled the Hybrid let out a yelp as the dogs pushed him on his back. Licking his face or tugging on his clothes.

He tried pushing the dogs away from his face but it he was unsuccessful. For every dog he pushed away two new dogs would try to jump into that new space. Sadly also pushing the dogs away seemed to be something fun for them.

At some point Y/N managed to get back up but still got swarmed by the dogs. All the dogs now in a happy playful mood after having eaten. Y/N could just tell them off but everyone on the outside could see that he had fun as well playing and tussling with the dogs.

Over time that tussling just became the dogs jumping into Y/N arms so he could throw them a few feet away while simultaneously trying to not fall down as some dogs begun tugging on his clothes again. The longer it kept going the more tired he got which was hi downfall. Quite literally.

He fell over again and while the dogs swarmed around him they too were getting tired and just laid down next to him. Framing his body or just straight up laying on top of him, one dog even snuggled up to his head, ending up more as a pillow for him.

At first Y/N tried to struggle against being buried alive by the animals but as soon as he noticed the warmth engulfing his body instead of the cold harsh wind he accepted his fate.

After all he was done with feeding the pets.

“Horrible. Techno would be proud with how relentless you all are.” A yawn escaped his lips which seemed to infect a few of the dogs as well.

It really didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It was warm, soft and he felt safe.

The meeting for the Syndicate took longer than expected. They spent way too much time trying to find a common goal to start with. They didn’t want to do something huge at the beginning but start small, something that would test their cooperation and teamwork.

Though after they finally found something and started planning a few hours had past and since both Ranboo and Niki apparently had people to meet they had to stop the meeting early.

“You think the animals will be fine?” Ranboo asked Philza as they stepped out of their hidden headquarters.

The older man just waved off his question “Ah, they will be fine! We rag on Y/N often but we can trust him with things like these. He’s a good one even if he absolutely refuses to give Techno a straight answer when it comes to governments. I do believe he is only doing that to annoy him though.”

As the group approached their home again everyone took a good look around.

“Well, everything seems normal.” Techno noted.

Niki scowled “Aw I had hoped to see him. I couldn’t even say hello when I got here.”

That’s when Ranboo stopped dead in his track. He wanted to go home to get ready for Snowchester but something inside the dog pen caught his attention “Oh by Ender! There is an arm! The dogs have an arm!”

The other three ran over, confused with what the hell he was talking about only to see he was right. There was an arm sticking outside of the dogpile. Why did the dogs pile up in the first place though?

Out of nowhere Phil snorted and pressed his hand against his chest and mouth. Trying to stifle a laugh.

Niki still looked shocked and worried, confused with Phil’s reaction “What? Philza, why are you laughing?”

“Let me show you. Y/N! Are you awake, mate?”

At first nothing happened but then suddenly the arm moved and retreated back inside the dogpile. Now the others understood what happened.

Both Niki and Ranboo looked a bit embarrassed that they genuinely thought that these dogs might have ripped off an arm and were now cuddling with it.

Techno stayed stoic as always. Folding his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Y/N to properly react.

“Y/N, come on!” Phil called out again.

A muffled groan came from the pile of dogs and Y/N’s head appeared as he sat up “What?” He whined “I was having such a nice dream!”

“Oh my- Y/N! Good morning!” Niki greeted the Hybrid happily.

In response Y/N got a bit out of his furry burial but still pulled one of the ferocious war dogs closer to himself, hugging it. His tail now out as well showing the others his happy mood as he slowly drifted off again.

“Hello, Niki.” He sounded still half asleep. At least the others assumed since his face was buried in the dogs grey fur.

“Y/N please get away from my hound army. They are bred to fight and kill not for hugs and naps.” Techno grumbled.

“Then why are they so comfy and love me so much. They love me so much more than you” He made sure to drawl out the word “love” to really hammer that fact in.

“Let’s make Y/N then our go to pet sitter.” Phil noted.

This seemed to wake up Y/N, he immediately looked up with a scowl “No! I am not going to be your pet sitter! You put me in that role in the first place because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid, or am I wrong? If it’s true that’s seriously screwed up, by the way!”

Techno sighed “Yep, there he is. Now he is awake alright.”