#Midnight Cravings

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I'm obsessed with your boog. Can I request more apple seed fluff and something funny??

Hi, Anon!

I'm sorry this has taken so long to get to. So many people have asked for Apple Seed blurbs, that I needed to take a break so I could focus on the "canon" story hahaha! I can definitely write you up a little funny Apple Seed piece.

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Apple Seed (Bonus): Bun in the Inferno

Angel: (enters the kitchen in the middle of the night and pauses)

Vaggie: (tearing through the cabinets, scouring recipes, flipping and stirring various pots and pans) Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Angel: ........Hey, uh, whatcha doing, Vags?

Vaggie: Charlie. Midnight craving. (puts on a pair of goggles, opens a bottle of Infernal Ghost Pepper oil and blasts the skillet with a healthy dosage before dropping in black peppercorns, making them pop like popcorn kernels)

Angel: (coughs profusely as tears stream down his face) FUCKING HELL, VAGGIE!!!! WHAT IS SHE CRAVING?!?!?! I'M PRETTY SURE THAT RECIPE GOES AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION!!! (closes his eyes and covers his nose and mouth with his robe)

Vaggie: (wipes the lenses of her goggles before she checks her list of Charlie's recent cravings) Brimstone Flavored Pickles, Spicy Jalapeño Ice Cream, Pepper Popcorn, Lava Cake with lava from Wrath, Scorched S'mores, and Blazing Burgers.

Angel: (stomach rolls as he gets secondhand heartburn) That crazy bitch tryin' ta get that baby killed or somethin???

Vaggie: No. She's just pregnant. (uses a pair of blacksmith tongs to plate up all the food on heavy duty, industrial grade, angelic steel tray) Very pregnant, and very much a demon princess.

Food: (pulsing in a red aura as spicy vapors rise from the midnight meal)

Angel: ......Vags?

Vaggie: ....Yes?

Angel: (pats Vaggie's shoulder) You're a good husband and father-to-be.

Vaggie: .....I'm a wife.... but thank you, Angel. That means a lot to me right now. (takes a deep breath and picks up the tray, carefully walking out of the kitchen) Wish me luck!

Angel: (salutes) Godspeed, Captain.

-A few minutes later-

Vaggie: (opens the door to her and Charlie's bedroom) Charlie, I have your food-

Charlie: (demon tail swipes out, steals the tray, and brings it into the deep, dark, recesses of the bedroom)

CHOMP!!! GRRRR!!! SNARL!!! RIP!!! TEAR!!! SNORRRF!!! CHOMP!!! CHEW-CHEW-CHEW!!!! GULP!!!

Vaggie: (slowly opens the door further once the sound of food being devoured stops)

Charlie: (sweet as a puppy, face and pajamas covered in food crumbs and sauces, and a broad smile on her face that makes her eyes sparkle) That was DELICIOUS, Vaggie! (tears up and sniffs back tears of joy) Y-You're too good to me!!!

Vaggie: (sighs and goes to the bathroom before coming back with a wet towel to help clean Charlie up) I'm doing the bare minimum, babe.

Charlie: (pouts) Then Kiss?

Vaggie: (chuckles and wipes off Charlie's face) Maybe after you brush your teeth. I'm afraid your mouth will melt my face off.

[forgottenflowerrr]

Really want a McDonald’s ice cream cone rn

[pennkquest]

Hey PK! I'd love to hear about Midnight Cravings for your rarepair ask game ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

Oh Aether, you better strap yourself in, 'cause this features your man (/lh).

I cannot for the life of me remember where the vision for this ship came from, but all I know is that one night, me and Lexi Moon sat in a call for hours talking about how this all starts in a Lowe's parking Lot.

The short version: Midnight Cravings refers to the pairing between Sam, Asher, and David.

No, I'm not kidding when I say this all starts in a Lowe's parking lot (/lh). In the version of canon for this pairing, "Angel" and "Baaabe" aren't present, meaning Asher and David are still roommates/living together. They're best friends who are both pining but far too scared to actually make a move one way or the other. Now, on one fateful night, Sam and Asher meet formally for the first time. Ash is leaving the store, having been there to pick something up for the apartment. As he's leaving, he spots Sam and is like "Hey, I think I know you! You're one of the vampires from the Solaire clan, right?" Meanwhile, Sam is like "...Who are you?" "Asher. Beta of the Shaw Pack." "..." "What...?" "I just… I thought you'd look… more… I don't know" "Like what~? Are you saying I don't look like a sexy lumberjack?" "That is not what I meant." But Sam's laughing, so you already know the vibes are there (/pos).

The two get to talking for a good bit in the parking lot until the lights start to go out/the store is closing for the night. Asher asks Sam if he'll need any help with his purchases, essentially offering to help unload stuff if Sam wants. Which is how Asher ends up at the residence of the southern vamp. While the two are at his place, the southern hospitality is out in full force. Sam offers Ash something to drink, the two pick up their conversation from before— which eventually drifts to David. Based on how Asher's talking about him, Sam assumes and asks if David and Asher are dating. However, Asher quickly sets the record straight, clarifying that they're friends. It's obvious that admitting that is complicated, and Asher tries to play it off as more of a joke, saying something along the lines of "Sometimes, I just wish I could forget, you know?" (About what? Yes.)

So what does Sam do? Offers to be a distraction.

It starts out tame enough. Music is put on, Sam offers to cook if Asher hasn't had anything to eat, and they're both subtly flirting with each other. Asher, wanting to be proactive, asks directly what things are going to look like between the two of them. Sam replies with something along the lines of "You tell me, Pup. I'm down for whatever you're feeling up to— Whether that's tonight or down the line."

Almost immediately after that, Asher gets a text from David. Originally, Ash had been gone to go to the store. While he's known to get distracted and such, it had been long enough that David was starting to get worried. ou can see the complicated feelings clouding Asher's face in real time, the pining, the sadness, the frustration— Sam takes the phone from Asher's hand and sets it face down. "Look at me. You get to call the shots tonight. You want out of your head? Tell me what you want." And Asher is looking. Sam texts back "Ran into a friend, don't wait up. I'll tell you tomorrow." And when Asher looks at him again, he's smiling but with an apparent, underlying sadness. "I want to forget. Please." And it's easy for Ash to fall into this because instead of dealing with all the pining and chasing after David, he's fully in the present.

Now all that right there? Night one. Consider that the appetizer to all that the ship offers/becomes later on. Sam and Asher keep up this situationship/friends with benefits-esque dynamic for awhile, enjoying the bond shared. While this is all going on, David is starting to notice the shifter's new bond with the vampire, and it's stirring up all kinds of emotions in him for obvious reasons. To try and condense some of my remaining thoughts:

You get Asher and David being pining dumbasses while Sam watches with a near constant internal sigh at them both

Down the line, Sam brings up that he really likes Asher, which is reciprocated of course. But he also points out that he can tell Asher is clearly in love with David, which Ash deflects terribly. ("Psh, what? I don't— That's not even true anymore, we're just—" "How long ya gonna stand here playing this game?")

I think Sam "Can y'all act right?" Collins is a menace. He can see David and Asher's pining from a mile away and he's seen it up close from Asher. However, David is hesitating to make a move/pursue/do anything about his feelings. So Sam's gonna have fun with that

Have I mentioned how much I adore Sam in this pairng? Because listen— You can argue it's a bit out of character, but I think Sam can be a lot "meaner" and direct than most people give him credit for (just look at Imperium, hello? /pos) Like I love chewing on Sam's demeanor for this dynamic >>>. It's not possessive because he's more than willing to share Asher. It's basically Sam/David playing a game of chicken except it's got a "Yes and?" vibe. Sam's baiting David, sending signals that "You want in on this? Show it then." Meanwhile, David's just further digging himself a hole because he absolutely wants in— Not just with Asher but Sam as well— But is convincing himself he shouldn't be there.

I will stop myself here because otherwise, I will be here forever. But I hope you enjoyed this lengthy answer, Aether!

[wherechaoswins]

Midnight Cravings

Lussy: Lenis, stop staring at my peaches like that. Lenis: I was just admiring how ripe they are. Lussy: Uh-huh… and what about my oranges? Lenis: Oh, I was gonna squeeze those next. Lussy: And your banana? Lenis: It’s already peeled and ready, baby.

[mspi]

It's a midnight munchies review

We all have that inner child who believes they deserve a treat for surviving a tough day. OMG am I thankful this doesn't occur often.

Let's see what I did. Ohh not much. It's the nees about California LA fires and a cousin's heart working just as hard as an old kidney of mine.

Situational stress counts. I wonder if my cuz knew anything about his heart having issues sooner. Wait I remember him getting steroid treatments. I don't remember what it was for.

That cuz has had a tough life. Darn stressful. We're talking about his sister calling me from Chicago to report to my mom how things were going. She was crying before their phone was taken away. (That's back when everyone had land lines & bills were expensive AF between area codeis. We're talking down to the minute.)

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Back to try leaving a review for these cookies.

The tactile review is nothing new that the bag hasn't already noted. Shite. FAIL! I didn't look at the one thing I always warn others about--at least with packaged edibles they get.

🤦‍♀️ Look at what constitutes a serving! I downed a few of these today without a thought. 🤦‍♀️ Pop Pop Pop. These should be a no-no for me. It's not as if my ♿ self will be getting up tomorrow to jump on the elliptical trainer.

Btw don't dismiss paraplegics from being able to get up and going again. One physical therapy spot I was at seriously worked me hard enough to get me going with a walker. Of course I'd have the pick between 👨‍🦽 and walker depending on where I was headed.

Entering a huge hospital 🏥 with poor vision and unsure where I'd need to go. Ok, 👨‍🦽 it is. Guess what? When I came out to be picked up with our medical van, people were parked in the loading zone blocking the ♿ ramp--not loading--preventing me from getting out and family to get closer.

That's when I saw a marked ♿ ramp. Horrible move. I went down, then flipped backwards. The ramp had a drop to the ground. It wasn't anywhere close to smooth.

Loads of drama that led to 🚒, scans, concussions, seizures, and quadriplegia. Then hospitals giving me strong af THC syrup. Imagine this, I requested them to reschedule my dose for after my talks with a 2x PhD CIS professor doing research there.

I'm not helpful with reviewing Grad student work if I'm flying 🪽 in my head. Easy measurement, play a game of chess against yourself.

Go ahead, call me a loon. I also play 🪨📄✂️ when I can't make a choice quickly enough between 2 or more selections. How's that for The Dating Game? It's no joke. My family put the test on my method and saw my reaction while I didn't agree with the outcome the hands left me with.

-- dnagirl

13.01.2025

[slippersandsand]

[abyssmita]

currently thinking about malai chicken................

[thebitchwhoasked]

I want bread so badly right now

[1eeminho]

limoncello spritz my beloved

[cannedkopi]

[suchananewsblog]

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[theghostinyourwalls]

The way we goes from lecturing to licking blood off his fingers like that is 😳

[cherie-doll]

please make an imagine with the reader kissing keegan through his mask right before he leaves for his mission !!! I love your writing so much!!!!

tysm for the ask!

"Ok, seriously, I gotta go."

Keegan set down his duffle bag, hands fumbling in the pockets of his jacket. Seemingly avoiding your gaze, your eyes searched for those striking icy eyes of his. You studied his face; eyebrows knit together, eyes looking anywhere else but you, mouth slightly downturned. It wasn't always easy to determine his emotions or feelings. But his entire demeanor showed listlessness, he needed to leave yet halted.

The moment of departure had arrived and in this abrupt pause hesitance had made the interval difficult to end. An unending comfort he knew he'd yearn for the moment he left, which was why as the seconds ticked by he found it increasingly difficult to take the initiative. A tension in the air, palpable, quickening and on the brink of shattering.

Your eyes casting fleeting glances at where his lips were, visible through the fabric of the balaclava he already wore, craved to meet his lips. Following close, you found his eyes had shifted to you, slowly rising up your face, pausing at your lips before meeting yours. Feeling as if the momentum had built up, the subtle pulling force drew you close to one another. You easily found his lips through the mask; feeling the curve of his cupid's bow, brushing against them for a heartbeat before fulling pressing against them.

He sighed pulling apart, thumb tracing the fabric over his lips.

[shallowseeker]

Is there a DeanCas locked-overnight-in-a-haunted-Ikea fic? Man, I want a DeanCas locked-overnight-in-a-haunted-Ikea fic...

I'm such a sucker.

[resin-crocodile]

My crk oc (cringeiksorry) he makes me happy to look at and his name is spinyflowermantiscookie based on best bug

He also drinks like a giraffe to spacedonut’s dismay

Spacey taking a smoke break

[yujeong]

Pete's fever wasn't going down. It wasn't really Pete's fault. He had started eating more regularly, even if slowly to not upset his stomach. (He didn't want to vomit his insides all over the duvet again. It hadn't been a pleasant experience.) He had started sleeping more, too, and even though it had mostly been accompanied by disturbing dreams and could be described as anything but nourishing, at least it was something. This wasn't really Vegas' fault, either. Well. It was. It was difficult to explain, and Pete didn't quite have the mental capacity or the patience to make Vegas understand why he hadn't magically healed in a day thanks to a bowl of noodles, a couple of pills and some bandages wrapped around his torso. In all honesty, that was a lie. Despite Pete's reluctance to admit it, he had been way more patient that he should have. More than he could sustain. Today, his patience seemed to be at its limit. Pete didn't let it show - he never did, he couldn't afford to, not even now - but he could feel it brewing under his skin. The urge to snap at an anxious Vegas hovering above him with blood-shot eyes and trembling limbs was big and tempting, but Pete knew better than to succumb to it. He simply closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, trying to forget about it. Vegas, of course, wouldn't allow that. "Pete," he heard Vegas whisper. When he didn't respond, Vegas said it again, louder. "Pete. Hey, look at me." Pete did. "Do you not hate me?" Pete didn't answer. "Don't you want to kill me?" Pete sighed. He refused. H wouldn't give Vegas the satisfaction. "How would you do it?" This was starting to get irritating. "Vegas-" "Tell me, Pete. What would you do? Would you use your hands or a weapon?" Pete couldn't escape this. He realized when he looked at the pure desperation in Vegas' eyes. "I'm a bodyguard, aren't I?" he foolishly said, his voice breaking slightly. He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He could picture it; him wearing his uniform, blowing Vegas' brains out with his gun. The image brought him no satisfaction. Only a faint sense of dread he couldn't rationalize. Vegas' humming snapped him out of it. "Yes, I can see that. I can't imagine you using a knife, though." Pete felt slightly offended by that comment for some reason. "Why? Don't you think I have the guts?" "It's too... emotional a choice for you. You wouldn't use it to kill me." Right. Pete huffed in amusement. "I guess you're right. I'm not like you." This did the trick. Pete could feel the effect of his words, the hostility Vegas was emitting. It gave him goosebumps, despite the temperature of the room. The sound of the door closing harshly made him flinch, a racing heartbeat remaining for a while afterwards. It didn't bother him. He was finally left alone. It didn't matter if he'd manage to get better or not. If only Vegas could see that.

(A snippet inspired by a scene in the movie "Eileen")