#Roasted Snack Market

[vintagegeekculture]

Enterprise, Alabama built a monument to the Boll Weevil in 1919. In 1915, the weevil destroyed a majority of the town's coffee and cotton crop. On the advice of Alabama's famous black agronomist George Washington Carver, the town switched instead to growing peanuts, which circus owner PT Barnum started to roast to use as concession stand food in his circus, leading to widespread popularity for them as a snack (along with the previously unknown drink, pink lemonade).

The Alabama town made so much more money with peanuts as a cash crop, and so they built a monument to the boll weevil for pushing them to switch away from coffee and cotton. It is the only statue dedicated to an insect.

Contrary to popular belief, George Washington Carver did not invent peanut butter, but a black Canadian, Marcellus Gilmore Edsen, did (he called it peanut paste). It was not popular until John Kellogg (yes, the cereal guy) was able to create a process to make it in batches industrially, and mass market it as a diet food for people who needed protein but couldn't chew.

[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

Unhinged headcannon time! Please do not take them seriously:

-Lilia drinks polish Tesco value beer (in moderation)

-Lilia has gaming headphones with cat ears on them

-Silver snacked on melatonin gummies accidentally once too many times

-Azul tried to make a Cryptomarket pyramid scheme (it failed)

-Azuls most amazing discovery on land was the stock market and labour law violations

-Jade and Floyd love feasting on shipwrecked humans. They filmed a muckbang once.

- Cater livestreamed and documented many of the fucked up moments at NRC, including the schools invasion by STYX

-idia uses his gamer rage to cook ramen (he has also been used as a fireplace to roast marshmallows)

-Ortho probably has an attachment for a HUGE Lazer ray gun somewhere and I want him to use it

-The shrouds will NOT go bald if they enter water, they will cause it to cook/heavily steam tho, so they can't really go in the pool (I mean...Ortho probably can't go regardless)

-Jack :) (There's nothing wrong with him, I just wanted to mention him, because he is very polite)

-Kalim spends obscene amounts of money on gacha games and in game currencies (Jamil and Ruggie are astounded by this and told him to stop multiple times)

-Jamils ponytail functions as a tactical weapon if he spins it fast enough

-Ruggie is the Twst equivalent of an American

-Rook has unfortunately decided to keep his haircut indefinitely

-Rook takes pictures of his hunts like men do with fish

-Epel used to bite people

-Ace is convinced Naruto running makes him faster

-Deuce held a funeral for the eggs he dropped at the beginning of the game. He also does this every time he steps on a bug

-Sebek has a Malleus shrine in his locker, he's super secretive and is oblivious that everyone knows about it.

-Rollo prays regularly and asks god to smite people who mildly annoyed him today (his prayers have not been heard as of yet)

[vividxpages]

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You watched your boyfriend with a grin as he juggled two full tote bags hanging over his shoulder, one paper bag in his hand and searched for the keys somewhere buried in the back pockets of his jeans.

“Jace, let me at least take one bag, okay?” You laughed as he danced just out of your reach, but not fast enough for you to not fish the keys out of his pocket and victoriously jam them into the lock to your little apartment.

“There’s three bottles of wine in there, I don’t want your shoulder to hurt later.��� Jace said self-explanatory and held the door open for you, the leaves of the leek peeking out from the bag tickling his chin.

Ever since you had moved into your own little apartment with Jacaerys, the two of you had become obsessed with the weekly farmer’s market happening just outside of your door. You now frequently went there on the weekends, walking arm in arm past the little booths offering fresh goods and little snacks to buy. In a way, it felt like the two of you already were married and so far, the thought that this was now your life with your love by your side, had not really sunken in yet.

Since the two of you liked to cook together, a hobby now having become particularly cozy in the cold season, you often picked out fresh vegetables for a soup or sauce, creating your own little menu you would later relish together on the couch while a movie played.

But this weekend, it was Jace’s turn to host the weekly family dinner and the two of you were certainly eager – and rather nervous -  to cook for his parents and brothers, for the first time since you had moved together and made a home.

You followed him into the kitchen, casually kissing the back of his neck as he unpacked your groceries and laid them out on the kitchen counter in front of you. There were big and round oxheart tomatoes, a net of golden potatoes and various colorful paprikas, accompanied by a fresh baguette and a few boxes of herbs and spices. Over the food, the bottles of wine towered, making you smile.

“I still think two would’ve been enough.” You said teasingly and leaned your head on his shoulder, Jace’s arm naturally sneaking around your waist and pulling you closer.

“I know, but mom drinks white and dad drinks red, so…” He smiled at you, good-heartedly. “I’m not taking any chances tonight.”

You frowned at him. “And the third one?”

“That’s for us later when everyone is gone.” He mumbled promisingly and pecked your temple, his hand briefly sliding lower and over your bum as a pleasant tingle went through you. You looked at him lovingly, your heart melting at your loving boyfriend as if it was the first day…

“Should we start cutting the vegetables and heat the pot and the pan?” You asked him under your breath, your hand running through his hair as he leaned into your touch.

He hummed in agreement, chasing your lips with his own before you organized your purchases and got to work together. The kitchen, unlike the rest of the apartment, was rather tiny, but you liked being close to Jace like this. You never had trouble navigating where the other was, effortlessly falling into a familiar rhythm with each other as you washed the veggies and cut little pieces for the other one to enjoy in between.

When everything was done for now and you still had a little time before Jace’s family would arrive, he cut a few pieces of the baguette for you and sprinkled a couple of roasted tomatoes and herbs over it as a final touch. You hummed happily as you munched on the fresh bruschetta, sitting on the countertop while Jace stood between your thighs and ate his own.

Later this evening, Jace and you sat side by side at the head of the table, surrounded by his siblings and parents. You could not hide your proud blush as everyone enjoyed the hearty stew you had made, Rhaenyra and Harwin having spoken a toast to their son and his lovely girlfriend and the future you built together in your new home.

You gladly refilled their bowls and nearly suffocated at the happiness you felt rushing through you when Jace pulled you to sit on his knees and wound his arms around you, a content smile on his face as his family chatted with each other around him.

“I think we’re good hosts, wouldn’t you agree?” You whispered underneath your breath, your belly warm from the meal you had cooked together.

Jace kissed your cheek, in love and happy and so, so glad to have you by his side. “The best.”

[bettsfic]

Writing q: do you/did you ever feel like there's a dichotomy between writing something fun and light and tropey & writing something good/that you're proud of? I'm trying to write a romcom-esque multichap fic that ends happily but I keep running into this mental block that it's not Serious Work so it can't be what i would consider good (which is hilarious because a) its all fanfiction none of it is serious?? and b) i know that's not true!) lmao. Was jw if you have any thots on this

i've got an analogy for you.

before i started writing, i was really into baking. back then i was not only a perfectionist but an extremist. i believed that REAL baking meant using the rawest possible ingredients. the idea of store-bought puff pastry or pie crusts was appalling to me.

and every year i baked a pumpkin pie for thanksgiving. to bake the pumpkin pie, i had to go out at early o'clock in the morning on a saturday to my local farmer's market and pick out the most perfect pumpkins. and i don't know if you've ever baked pumpkin pie with real pumpkins but it takes a long damn time. and it's hard. and so i baked the pumpkins for hours and scraped out the innards and made a puree, and i roasted the seeds for a snack. and amid all that, i made the crust from scratch too.

the pie always turned out! so i kept making it that way. until one year i just wasn't up to the task, and instead swallowed my pride and bought canned pumpkin and a premade crust.

and it tasted exactly the same as the pie that took me an entire day to make. it was also much cheaper, because in our era of industry, the processed stuff has become more affordable than the raw stuff unless you grow it yourself. (and believe me, i wanted to.)

the only difference i could discern was in the texture, because canned pumpkin is pureed more than i could puree real pumpkin. canned pumpkin also has other kinds of gourds in it, but that doesn't really affect the taste. i also felt bad for not supporting my local farmers. but it was worth it to be able to bake a pie from start to finish in 90 minutes.

for so many years i had it in my head that if a process is harder, the result is better. it was that mentality that kept me in a job i hated for a long time. it's hard and i don't like it, therefore it's more serious and respectable. it was unconscionable to me to think that something fun and easy could result in something good.

when you're writing fanfiction or anything where you're relying on the audience's knowledge of something else (like tropes), you can get it in your head that it's inherently easier and therefore worse. and because it's a skill, in order to become better at it, you have to challenge yourself. to challenge yourself, you have to make it harder.

but you're making something. you're putting words on a page in formations that have never existed before. that's hard, period. you don't have to make it harder. your readers will value it regardless of the challenge you give yourself. every thanksgiving, my family just appreciated that i had baked a pie. they didn't care how i'd baked it or what ingredients i used. yes, the longer and more difficult process created a product i was more proud of than the shorter, easier process. but you can't taste pride.

this is something i have to remind myself of all the time, because my instinct is to make everything more difficult than it has to be. you're always going to be your own worst critic, in part because you're the only one who knows your own process and the blood, sweat, and tears you put into it. but ultimately, nobody cares about the pumpkins. all they want is the pie.

[deadpanwalking]

“No, I brought my own food. I brought pieces of lightly fried whiting. Chicken schnitzels in an egg batter. Tomatoes, which I ate like apples. Fried cauliflower. Pickled garlic. Marinated peppers, though these could be leaky. Sliced lox. Salami. If plain old sandwiches, then with spiced kebabs where your turkey would be. Soft fruit bruises easily, but what better inter-meal snacks than peaches and plums? (You needed inter-meal snacks, just in case.)

[...]

One of the few things that seem to make Americans even more uncomfortable than being very close to each other for six hours in cramped quarters is when the next person over keeps pulling tinfoil bundles smelling sharply of garlic out of his rucksack. (I was kicked out of a bed once for radiating too much garlic under the covers. It was my father’s fault, I tried to explain—in America he had converted to saltless cooking, and now garlic was his one-to-one substitute; I had just had dinner with my parents. “Downstairs,” she commanded.) With the extra peripheral vision that is a kind of evolutionary adaptation for refugees, persecuted people, and immigrants, I would sense, on the plane, sideways glances of savage, disturbed curiosity. Sometimes I swiveled and committed the unpardonable sin of gazing directly at my neighbor, whereupon her eyes broadened, her forehead rose, and the rictus of a stunned smile overtook her agony.

Sometimes we ate raw onions like apples, too, I wanted to tell her. Sometimes, the tinfoil held shredded chicken petrified in aspic. A fish head to suck on! I was filled with shame and hateful glee: everything I was feeling turned out at the person next to me.

I was the one with an uncut cow’s tongue uncoiling in the refrigerator of his undergraduate quad, my roommates’ Gatorades and half-finished pad Thai keeping a nervous distance. I sliced it thinly, and down it went with horseradish and cold vodka like the worry of a long day sloughing off, those little dots of fat between the cold meat like garlic roasted to paste.

I am the one who fried liver. Who brought his own lunch in an old Tupperware to his cubicle in the Condé Nast Building; who accidentally warmed it too long, and now the scent of buckwheat, stewed chicken, and carrots hung like radiation over the floor, few of whose inhabitants brought lunch from home, fewer of whom were careless enough to heat it for too long if they did, and none of whom brought a scent bomb in the first place. Fifteen floors below, the storks who staffed the fashion magazines grazed on greens in the Frank Gehry cafeteria.

I was the one who ate mashed potatoes and frankfurters for breakfast. Who ate a sandwich for breakfast. Strange? But Americans ate cereal for dinner. Americans ate cereal, period, that oddment. They had a whole thing called “breakfast for dinner.” And the only reason they were right and I was wrong was that it was their country.

The problem with my desire to pass for native was that everything in the tinfoil was so fucking good. When the world thinks of Soviet food, it thinks of all the wrong things. Though it was due to incompetence rather than ideology, we were local, seasonal, and organic long before Chez Panisse opened its doors. You just had to have it in a home instead of a restaurant, like British cooking after the war, as Orwell wrote. For me, the food also had cooked into it the memory of my grandmother’s famine; my grandfather’s black-marketeering to get us the “deficit” goods that, in his view, we deserved no less than the political VIPs; all the family arguments that paused while we filled our mouths and our eyes rolled back in our heads. Food was so valuable that it was a kind of currency—and it was how you showed love. If, as a person on the cusp of thirty, I wished to find sanity, I had to figure out how to temper this hunger without losing hold of what fed it, how to retain a connection to my past without being consumed by its poison.”

Boris Fishman, Savage Feast: Three Generations, Two Continents, and a Dinner Table (a Memoir with Recipes)

[mickstart]

Do you have any more inconsequential headcanons for Ratiorine/them individually? Like favorite food, color, ect. Just stuff that doesn't really matter but is fun to think about lol

Oogh okay. Well. Consider Aventurine's favourite food being a really simple stew he can vaguely recall his sister making that's kind of been Lost with the loss of the avgin culture. Until Ratio goes on an intense research deep dive and puts his cooking skills and his historical skills together to figure out what it was and how to make it. I don't think I can do justice to how aventurine feels eating it again - how it's both melancholic and happy, how it sends him back to simple but hard days, how both Ratio and his sister loved him enough to make this for him despite barriers and that makes it taste the same all these years later.

Ratio's favourite food is probably something pretty lavish I think. An indulgence like his baths. He pampers himself a Lot and he's a crazy good chef. It's still probably some sort of roast where the only "unhealthy" indulgent part is the amount of oil he uses but the taste is Rich. I don't think he's too big on sweet stuff (except bakklava?) but aventurine LOVES them and pesters him to bake for him.

God now I'm thinking about them grocery shopping ... Aventurine has never really had to Do It. First he wasn't in a position to and then he kind of went straight to having everything delivered to him by the IPC, but ratio cooks for himself and is picky about his ingredients. So he takes him through proper full on farmers markets, hand in hand, examining all the fruit and veg carefully... Both of them getting to experience normal domesticity, checking eggs and picking out the best apples... Aventurine overloads their bags because he sees something he wants it he buys it. Ratio has a strict shopping list that aventurine is ignoring the hell out of. Ratio gives a butcher extremely specific directions for what cut of meat he wants and aventurine is in the fishmongers like "that looks DISGUSTING. How much?"

Aventurine keeps making them stop to buy snacks / try free samples... Ratio rolls his eyes but he's never done any of this either usually he just slams his bust on to cancel out the noise gets his shit and leaves. Now he's eating "artisan waffles" with ice cream and bringing home tacky art pieces because aventurine LOVES tacky and just! AGH! Aventurine getting to experience domestic stuff that has been kept from him! Aventurine discovering the sense of control you get from grocery shopping yourself. Ratio having someone who likes being around him so much they can have fun just going to get groceries!!!!

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Hiiiii!!! I’ve got a whole book load of ideas for this pathetic man named Carmy Berzatto but this one’s been in my head for a while. Basically they aren’t together (yet wink wink ;)) but reader keeps a sketchbook around and has a few drawings of Carmy because how can you not wanna draw his sad doe eyes. One day they leave it behind and Carmy finds the drawings and is flustered that someone would wanna draw him.

He can also confront reader for some tension but this boi just needs to be drawn like a French girl and given some love.

Happy writing btw!

Thank you for this request!!! I would love to hear more of your ideas if you’d like to share them hehehe

You are going to murder your best friend.

He’s incredibly irritating, in ways he doesn’t even realize. He’s disgustingly caring, keeping his fridge stocked with snacks and drinks that only you like, remembering books you’d wanted to get and dropping them at your front door, taking you around Chicago to find the best art supply stores. He even comes with you whenever you want to take a trip to the art museum, not because he enjoys the art but because the thought of you being there alone makes him anxious.

Not only is he upsettingly kind, he’s also nauseatingly gorgeous. Sometimes it’s a little hard to look at him, you’re so worried your heart is going to stop. You love every little thing about him, every tidbit and quirk you learn loving stored away in your mind to turn over when you can’t sleep. You can’t stay away from him, but you’re not sure how much more of him you can take.

“Wanna go down to the park with me?” You lean yourself across his counter as he cuts the fruit you’d just bought at the farmer’s market. You’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself, but he didn’t even ask, and you’re sure he knows more than you do when it comes to making produce last longer. Plus, this just means you get to stare at his hands and his arms and that face he makes when he’s focusing.

“Why?” He asks, not even bothering to look up at you, not because he doesn’t care but because he’s desperately trying to impress you with his knife skills, as if he doesn’t run one of the best restaurants in the city.

“I have to practice my figure drawing,” you tap the front cover of your sketchbook for emphasis, hoping he hears the gentle thudding even if he doesn’t see it.

“I’m almost done,” he says, instead of reminding you of how hot it is and how little free time he has, because he’d do anything for you, even if you didn’t ask, even if he only suspected you wanted something, he’d make it happen.

It's not long after that the two of you are sitting on a scorching park bench, roasting underneath the sun. You’re sure Carmy’s bored and sweating, and you know he has a million other things he could be doing right now, but he’s sitting next to you in the blazing heat while you try and find a clean page in your sketchbook.

You flip to a clear page, searching the park for someone interesting to draw when you see a laughing baby a few feet away, the high-pitched noise bringing a smile to your face. You try your best to capture that particular joy that you’re almost certain only babies are capable of feeling, and it’s not your best work, but your only glad was to get more comfortable with live references and exploring emotions. Plus, Carmy is much too distracting. He’s got his head tilted towards the sun, eyes shut against the light that illuminates the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw, making him look nothing short of godly. You’re not sure how you get away with all this staring, but you don’t want your luck to run out, so you turn back to your paper and search the park for someone else to draw.

After a runner, an elderly couple, and a young woman crying, you close the cover of your sketchbook as your fingers start to cramp. You rest your hands on top of the cover, trying your hardest to deter the breeze from disturbing your pages the way it ruffles Carmy’s curls. As close as you are, you never want Carny to see your sketchbook, beyond the few pages you’ve already shown him.

Most of the pages are full of him, different angles and emotions and parts of his body. There’s a page dedicated to his hands, to his curls, to those beautifully expressive eyes. You’re certain that you could draw him from memory and have every slope and curve and angle be absolutely perfect. Those drawings are your reminder that you’re talented, that you have skills that you’ve practiced for years and years and that your art is good, whether you always think that or not, but you’d die if Carmy ever saw them.

Friends don’t secretly fill pages and pages with drawings of their friend, because it’s strange and a little creepy and reveals feelings you’d rather keep hidden. Really, you’re not sure how you get away with staring at Carny so often, ogling without so much as a glance from him, but you can’t help yourself. You’re friends with the most beautiful man in existence, of course you’re going to stare when he’s focused or distracted and won’t notice the stars in your eyes.

It’s not until hours later, after you’ve returned to your own apartment and you finally get around to unloading the bag you’d been carrying all day, that you realize your sketchbook is missing. You know for a fact that you carried it back from the park, mindful of the reassuring weight of it in your hands, and you immediately know you must have forgotten to put it back in your bag after you’d stopped at Carmy’s to cool down before making your way back to your apartment. You can practically see it on his countertop, all of your most closely guarded secrets left unprotected. You’re halfway through your spiral about needing to pack up and move away forever to save yourself from the mortification of Carmy knowing how you feel when there’s a knock on your door.

You open it without thinking, immediately regretting your decision when you see Carmy on the other side, looking rather disheveled. Your mind comes up completely blank as you struggle to form a sentence, trying to decide between playing it cool and pleading for forgiveness.

“You’re really talented,” he tells you, offering the sketchbook out to you. You can tell by his tone, by the fact that he sounds like he’s choking, that he’s seen the drawings. You take the book, the weight heavy in your hands without any of its security. You feel raw and exposed, ripped apart and stomped on, but you step back and open the door farther anyway, walking towards your kitchen and hoping Carmy follows.

“I’m sorry,” you settle on a simple apology, not certain you’d be able to articulate anything more, because how are you supposed to explain to your best friend that you’re so in love with him you can’t help but commit him to memory, can’t help but fill pages and pages with just his figure because you love him so much it’s like your body and soul are being taken over by some force you’re completely unable to control as your pencil glides across the page?

“Don’t be,” he clears his throat, fingers fidgeting against the back of a chair, “they’re really good,” he pauses, lips working silently like he can’t quite push out the words, “I don’t understand.”

“You’re my muse, I guess,” you force out an awkward chuckle, trying your hardest to be funny so you don’t have a breakdown, “I dunno, it’s just easy for me.”

Drawing him, loving him, comes naturally to you, like it’s something you’ve been doing your whole life. You know him, every slope and curve and angle, every shadow, you know him so well he seems like a part of you. He’s trying to process, you can tell by the way he works his jaw back and forth, and you’d be committing this moment to memory to add to your pages and pages of drawings if you weren’t so nervous. You’re going to have to let him go when all you want to do is keep him with you forever.

“No one’s ever done anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize lamely, because you’re not sure what else to say.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he clarifies, seeming like he’s finally getting his thoughts in order, “I don’t mind, I just wish I’d known.”

“Well, now you do,” you feel a little stung, wishing for something more than indifference, rage or elation or any strong feeling at all.

“I’ve gotta go, early morning tomorrow,” he says and you just nod, because you’re not sure what else to say. You’re still standing in the kitchen when you hear your door open and gently shut again, leaving you alone once more. You feel weightless and weighed down at the same time, and you speed through the rest of your nighttime routine, desperate to crawl into bed.

It's not until you’re passing by your front door to make sure it’s locked that you see the containers of cut-up fruit Carmy had left for you.

Tagging people who seemed interested :) @onceuponaoneshotfanfic @yxtkiwiyxt @veryprairieberry

[stastrodome]

Fun Facts. 100% verified.

Novelist Ernest Hemingway wrote a children's book about a mouse, Nicolás, that runs a mouse-casino under the platform of a train station.

Financier Warren Buffett got his start as the child actor who played "Cousin Oliver" on The Brady Bunch.

The clothiers of King Louis XIV of France invented the phenomena of bedtime slippers made to look like cute animals.

Jonah would later claim that the belly of a whale was his "happy place".

The most popular summer snack around the Faneuil Hall / Quincy Market area of Boston is pot-roast-on-a-stick.

Orbit, the Houston Astros mascot, in the lion's den.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I have never seen a home with so many amenities as this 2013 mansion/compound in Gilbert, Arizona. 5bds, 6ba, $20M. This place is crazy, but I wonder why they put it on the market. Check this out- talk about a man cave.

The go kart garage.

And, what good are go karts if you don't have a track.

Basketball court with seating.

Welcome to the 6000-square-foot man cave, It has a golf simulator.

The man cave has a full kitchen, dining area and sitting room, too.

State-of-the-art gaming room.

Massage room.

Classy hot tub.

The home gym.

Steam room?

Huge walk-in gun safe.

Target practice.

Sauna.

Front entrance foyer in the house.

Sitting area.

Formal living room.

Casual dining room.

Kitchen's a little disappointing.

Primary bedroom also opens to a covered patio.

Check out this bedroom.

Dance studio.

Here's a dressing area and closet. This one is hers, there's another one for him, plus another one in a loft.

Home theater.

The outdoor spa- you could cook snacks on that little fire platform- s'mores? Hot dogs? Roasted marshmallows? Sish kabob, anyone?

Next to the hot tub is the pool.

Picnic pavilion has a huge outdoor kitchen.

All this is on a 4.36 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/21423-S-147th-St-Gilbert-AZ-85298/59261224_zpid/

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Assorted Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Soft Headcanons

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

A/N: I warned y'all I was in a mood. Thanks to @leighsartworks216 for letting me yell at them about this stuff. This is me at my full self indulgent, so, be warned. (If you want a part two with more thoughts, let me know! Or let me know which one of these you'd like to see a full fic for)

Astarion makes a game out of slipping food into Evie's bag and pockets

Like they’re in a market and when they get back she finds an extra apple in her pack. Or she searches her pockets and suddenly there’s a handful of roasted nuts that weren’t there before. She's asked him about it once they’re traveling, but Astarion just shrugs telling her his little snack deserves some of her own.

At first it was about the number of items, but when he realized he could cheat by counting individual roasted walnuts it lost some of the fun, then it became a matter of size

His triumph was a full loaf of bread (his goal is one day a whole melon)

He doesn't mention how he's notice her sneak her fair share of apples off some unexpecting merchant's cart, or how she slips extra food into a napkin before stuffing it in her pocket

And he certainly doesn't mention how he can't stand to see her hungry, even for a moment

Astarion just being cat coded, especially when it comes to cuddling

There are days he doesn't want to be touched; even after he and Evie get together he's got 200 years of abuse to sort through

There are times he feels guilty feeling this way, he knows for a fact Evie would never hurt him, but the idea of touching anyone just burns his skin

But then there are the opposite times, when all he wants to do is surround herself in her warmth and scent, listening to her heart and feeling her touch

Evie only partially chides him for it. She can't be expected to lay in bed all day to which Astarion only scoffs. She can't possibly expect him to just give up on his limited time alone with her (limited being a two hour gig at the local tavern). No, she's going to stay right there, with him and take his attentions until he good and ready to let her up again. Evie only laughs accepting her fate as she runs her fingers through his hair letting herself sink into the plush mattress and the comforting weight of his body on top of hers

Evie insisting Astarion would make a wonderful musician; he's got the hands for it and has never been silent about his opinions abut music

Astarion, however, really isn't the best student, at least with Evie's way of teaching

He has he potential to be technically proficient, but Evie learned by ear and that's how she teaches it

All the same, he does try and actually finds himself enjoying it a quite bit

There's something in the back of his mind, a half remembered feeling that he's done this before

The smell of the wood under his nose, the feel of the string under his fingers; muscles memory from a life stolen away

It's...comforting

He makes Evie swear not to tell anyone about his new hobby and she keeps her mouth shut

Astarion helping Evie find a good proper winter coat.

Astarion is actually really sensitive to cold so once the seasons change he’s like, “wait I’ve got gold, I can buy as many coats and gloves as I want!” Evie encourages him, but when he brings up something to get her, she keeps insisting she’s fine. Astarion knows that’s bullshit. This is the same person who wraps themselves up like a cocoon (hogging all the blankets at the same time) every night no matter the weather. 

Astarion is having none of it and starts pressuring her to try on some coats, just to see how they feel. He watches until finally she slips on one and her eyes light up with that “this is it” spark. She looks good in it, but more importantly she’s warm. He can also see her start to mentally talk herself out of it. But before she can Astarion is already paying the shop owner. And he’s picked out a scarf and gloves to match. It wouldn’t do to have his love lose her nose and fingers would it?

Evie protesting saying that he doesn’t have to do all this for her. She’d been looking after herself just fine long before they met. Astarion just shrugs wrapping the new scarf around her neck as he tells her, “arguable, but that’s beside the point. I am here now, and I swore to myself some time ago that you would never be cold again. You wouldn’t want to make me a liar.” Evie touched, but needing to deflect says, “You are a liar.” Astarion looks her in the eye then, his expression taking on a severity that he only gets when he’s being completely serious, “Not on the important things. Not with you.”

Evie has learned how best to wake Astarion up without startling him too much so he hurts himself or her. Not grabbing him, but brushing a hand through his hair and whispering to him, or making sure he gets a good inhale of her scent or something else that relaxes him. It helps ease him out.

After that it's up to him whether he wants her close or needs to take a walk. It's part of the reason why he doesn't necessarily like sleeping by himself. Left alone with his own thoughts makes it easily to slip into that dark hole. Being near the warmth of his love and surrounded in their smell helps him know he's safe.

Astarion watching Evie as she takes her bows, stopping at a few tables to pick up some extra coin and chat up the crowd. She's lively with a bright smile, cracking a few jokes before moving on to the next table. It would be near impossible to spot, but he can as she briefly meets his eye across the room. She's getting tired and is ready to go home. Finally she makes her way to him, the mask of the performer sliding off as she sinks into his arms. He still doesn't quite know how she does it. One second the room couldn't take their eyes off her and the next she's just another face. He can't bring himself to complain though, it's easier to keep her all to himself and to make a clean exit. Still he offers for them to stay a little longer; far be it for him to deny her joy. She just shakes her head, giving him a smile, not bright but achingly warm, the one he knows is just for him, before asking him to take her home. Now that he is more than happy to do.

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Fun summer activities with creepypasta boys! x gn.reader!

➥ with Homicidal Liu, Jeff The Killer, Masky, Ben Drowned, "Ticci" Toby, Laughing Jack English is not my first language so i can make silly mistakes! >:)

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☆ Homicidal Liu - gardening

Okay okay.. but he totally gives off this "plant mom" vibes!!

Just imagine you two planting flowers (eg. Hibiscuses, Marigolds, Daises, Asters, Salvias) or berries (oh god, and later making jam of them..!). Taking care of plants alternately! Because they are your babies and you need to take care of them, right? Almost like parents simulator. Going together to this big markets with plants and spending there literally hours..! Choosing these fancy pots.. OR! Making competition and planting the same plant, see which one grows prettier and faster! And what winners get? Silly question..kissess of course! Also sitting on chairs, having the view on your pretty work and just chatting or drinking tea/coffee and snuggling! Nights would be also cozy..just saying! You two sitting on a blanket, holdings hands or cuddling..dunno man, there is some warm and proud feeling when looking at your plants. Its almost like you watch your kids grown..

„Oh look at them grow! Im so proud of us Y/N” he says with the brightest smile, as his eyes almost shine!

☆ Jeff the Killer - forest hiking

Wild men in wilds? What can be better than that?

Listen, I am sure that Jeff knows forest like the back of his hand. Just you holding hands and walking around forest. You could also do a little competition on picking berries or looking for pretty rocks for eachother (what is more romantic than that??). Also! Maybe animal tracking? That sounds like a fun activity..! On really warms days the bathing in the stream (or just soaking legs if you are constantly cold) - he would definitely push you into water tho, so good luck. If you are behaving well enough, maybe you could even try carvings in wood? And after long, tiring day of having fun? Just laying on the blanket and stargazing, holding hands..

,,I actually had fun today, you know? I love being around you...” he looks into your eyes and gently kisses your hand.

Just remember to be careful and look for ticks after that!..maybe on eachothers body..? (just kidding..or am i?)

☆ Masky - campfire

Im sorry..but I would totally make him a nice marshmallow!

A bit of a dad on barbecue vibe?? Sorry, kidding. Just imagine a nice, warm night and you both sitting on tree trunk, snuggling under a blanket! What will you roast? Anything you want, veggies, meat or marshmallow..just not each other please! I bet he could play something on guitar, and what is more hot than a man that can do that? You singing along to campfire songs or..or whatever he could play. We slowly turning your silly little date to some slasher movie..so why not tell some scary stories or urban legends? You could jump together at the tiniest sounds (it sounds like a good reason to hold hands..just for security ofc). After all, everything is terrifyng in the dark. Oh, just you spending a warm night eating and cuddling..just you two together!..and maybe his bad dad-jokes..and mosquitos..anyways, good luck!

,,Only two of us..I could get used to living like that, you know sweetheart?” he says as he caress your cheek ad look into your eyes, smiling.

☆Ben Drowned - trampoline sleepover

I know its not 2020 anymore..but come on!

First of all..making the trampoline all nice and cozy..many, many blankets, lights and pillows (definitely a pillow fight in the meantime)! When the trampoline-fort is ready? Get snacks and come in! All kinds of junk food are welcome - popcorn, chips, jelly, candies..! Just not the healthy things..okay, maybe strawberries are invited but thats it! What will you guys do? No worries, Ben is definitely a funny fellow (so are you!) so you won't be bored. Playing games on Nintendo? Watching some movies? Playing board games? Just cuddling and laughing at the silly things? Its all up to you! ..Just be careful with scary stories..I dont want you guys to have a heart-attack! And after a night full of cuddling and laughing? The best part of your sleepover - putting cream to help relieve itching on mosquito bites!!

,,Oh man..you are my favorite person in the whole world..you know that?” - Ben gently whispers, giggling, as you hold each other.

☆ "Ticci" Toby - Monopoly night

Good luck..i hope you will survive this devilish game!

You and Toby treating it completely serious.. you know, getting all dressed up into elegant clothes and having the night of your life..or maybe even longer..Hey, you are serious investors! Monopoly deserves to be approach with respect! The other funny idea is just creating the background of character you will play as and trying not to come out of it! Anyways..you sitting opposite and playing against each other. If he is in a good mood, he will let you win just to see your pretty smile! ..well and maybe to finally end your endless game..

,,Ah you got me..you are the best Y/N, arent you? Now..what do you want as a reward?~” - he chuckles softly (if his pupils could turn into the hearts, they totally would!) as you enjoy your victory.

☆ Laughing Jack - making homemade ice creams

Yeah right..what is better than spending time with someone you love and make sweets at the same time??

I think that the whole making process would be way funnier than eating..but hey, how can you ever be bored with Jack? On the nice warm day, you go into kitchen and come up with this brillant idea - its ice cream time. You would definitely wear this silly aprons (you guys look so cute in them!). And even if you put nice music in the background, your laughs are way louder than it..the whole house fills with your happiness! Do I even have to say how much mess you made? The cooking turned into small food fight, the ingredients are anywhere but where they should be. No worries tho..after a long long process the ice creams turnet out great (you will not get poisoned, i promise)! Now you can enjoy your sweet meal AND your company!

,,You are so sweet doll..maybe instead of the ice-cream I should eat you?~” he chuckles and picks you up, giving you a gentle twirl in the air.

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

masterlist ▸ 5. 005. chronic memory keeper ▸ 007. snake in the grass

Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys. 

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass. 

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them. 

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow. 

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend. 

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands. 

“Y/n?” 

Minghao. 

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.” 

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face. 

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side. 

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.” 

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.” 

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?” 

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.” 

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.” 

“What are you making? It smells so good.” 

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce. 

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor. 

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.” 

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.” 

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.” 

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.” 

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything. 

“Need my help with anything?” 

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.” 

“Got it.” 

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself. 

“Here you are, chef.” 

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?” 

“Try it and find out.” 

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect. 

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?” 

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.” 

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.” 

“You are one surprising specimen.” 

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.” 

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating. 

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on. 

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.” 

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.” 

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.” 

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.” 

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.” 

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.” 

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out. 

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room. 

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?” 

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?” 

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.” 

“Okay, I have an idea.” 

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.” 

“Trust me?” 

“Maybe.” 

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both. 

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?” 

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?” 

“Yes.” 

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings. 

“Okay.” 

“I’m sure it’s not bad.” 

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them. 

“My journal.” 

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life. 

“Oh, y/n. I-” 

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.” 

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.” 

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.” 

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.” 

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?” 

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so. 

“y/n? Here.” 

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note. 

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?” 

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.” 

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.” 

“Please. Let me distract you.” 

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.” 

“They wouldn’t mind?” 

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable. 

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.” 

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space. 

“Oh my god, you look amazing.” 

“ I just wanted you to smile.” 

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.” 

“That is an awful nickname.” 

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.” 

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?” 

“Got it. You go first.” 

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?” 

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.” 

“So you’re a control freak, got it.” 

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.” 

“That’s accurate.” 

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?” 

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.” 

“How are you so certain that its the truth?” 

“Well, it's my truth.” 

“Touche” 

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?” 

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?” 

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?” 

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.” 

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.” 

“Have you ever cheated on someone?” 

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?” 

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.” 

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?” 

“Please. Cheers.” 

“Okay y/n, I have a question.” 

“Yes?” 

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?” 

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.” 

“Do you still have feelings for them?” 

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.” 

“What about me?” 

“What about you?” 

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?” 

“Can I take a shot?” 

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.” 

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.” 

“You don’t?” 

“Nobody needs to know.” 

“I do.” 

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?” 

“No, like you.” 

“Wait.” 

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you’re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yeah. You can.” 

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once. 

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao. 

“Going somewhere?” 

“What?” 

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?” 

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.” 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?” 

“Sure, but come here quickly.” 

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower. 

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before. 

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.” 

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.” 

“Without saying goodbye?” 

“What?” 

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?” 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.” 

“Hah. Alright.” 

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.” 

“I’ll be sure to do that.” 

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

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note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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[kisbunzies]

More silly tf2 headcanons because i know more about them than valve does.

Sniper is practically nocturnal. You wont see him all day but you will find him sitting on the couch in base with snacks and a movie going like it 3am , no shoes or shirt despite it being February and his camper being parked like a mile.away acting like its totally normal. Will literally nap anywhere during the after noon dont be surprised if one day you find him hanging upside down like a vampire.

Speaking of which this mans goes everywhere shirtless and shoeless . gas station ? Shirtless and shoe less . walmart ? Shirtless and shoeless .middle of winter ? Maybe he's got socks on. They have to yell at him to get dressed or atleast put on sunscreen so he doesn't get crustier than he already is.

Pyro's really good at open flame cooking , bonfire grill gas stove flambae torch they can make anything as long as it requires fire. Also pyros mexican and atleast half of their "strange noises" are just them mumbling to themselves in spanish.

Heavy likes cozy stuff , he's struggled enough if he wants hot cocoa and a knitted blanket he can have hot cocoa and a knitted blanket. Owns the fuzziest pair of bear slippers known to man. Also i feel like he's a salmon guy idk maybe he rlly is just a bear but guy.

Saxton hale likes men.

Scout if so painfully straight. And i dont mean straight as in sexuality i mean straight as in pure fucking aura. Ms pauling comes out as a lesbian and he says "oh shit i like girls too we should date" sees heavy and medic kiss and his brain doesn't acknowledge it. This is true even is scout likes dudes he's the 1970's equivalent of those guys nowadays who wear nothing but nike and use the word gyat unironically and im tired of pretending like he isn't.

Ms pauling wants to be a merc so bad she thinks that its so cool but her mom told her murders for boys so she's just the administrators assistant/hj

Demoman has the most curly , bouncy , volumous gorgeous hair under than beanie. He keeps it in cornrows most of the time but when he does wear his hair out its a sight to behold.

Engineer makes the corniest , most dad like jokes known to man , its literally horrible they all groan so loud whenever he does but he thinks its hilarious.

Sniper , scout , pyro and soldier are all sour gummy worm addicts to the point that their stash takes up and entire shelf in the base pantry. Go through a costco bag a week.

The local costco dreads their presence , engineer and sniper and in the outdoors section, medics necromancing the chickens , pyros was the one roasting those chickens before they got necromanced, they managed to lose heavy somehow , scout managed to convince spy to get into a toilet paper fort they made and now their introuble with management, soldiers ordering a forth of july cake despite it being october and demomans buying premade meal kits for dinner for him.and his mom over the week. Pyro saved him a necromanced rotisserie chicken. And yes sniper still isn't wearing a shirt or shoes they've given up.

Spy had eyebags and grey hair , misses when was young and spry , is a little jealous of medic managing to have a full head of dark hair.

Medics ethnically jewish. He gets his black market organs kosher .

And finally out of all the mercs soldier goes to.medic the most for actual injuries , scout goes the most for.minors , engineers got the most perscriptions including hearing aids and stuff for pyro he picks up , sniper never goes to the doctor and medic has to drag him in . spies the worse when it comes to appointments (doesn't like any part of him being seen and despit having spy training still doesn't like.needles) and medic favorite patient is heavy for obvious reasons

[ghostprincessworld]

Headcanon that at some point, when they are like 27/28 Gauntwood goes on like a 1 month "vacation" without any of the staff. It will be nice to be truly alone together. They rent a cabin that is a bit isolated, not to far form markets and such.

However, they forgot to account for the fact that they don't know how to take care of themselves:

Day 1&2

Going alright, they brought a few meals with them. 

they are free to love each other openly in this private place, this place is beautiful and they love it!

except when they go to bed, they note that the bed had not been made that morning. This is never properly resolved. There are a few attempts to make it, but they resign themselves to a poorly made (mostly an unmade) bed

Day 3

Prepared meals are gone. they go to the market, They have a fun time.

Sidney has no doubts they can figure it out, Henry is like, "Have you ever cooked a chicken before?"Well, no, but I used to watch my mum do it when I was a kid," Henry has absolute faith in his husband because he's an idiot 

“So we just put it in the oven? The chicken and the veggies?" "Yeah that's how my mum did it!" (They are making roast potatoes, carrots, and chicken)

they didn't use any seasonings, butter, or oil, the chicken is overcooked, so dry and plain. The potatoes and carrots are too hard and burnt at the same time. 

"Sidney, I love you, but this is disgusting."

“No, you're right. If you stop loving me, I'll understand." 

they end up picking through it just eating the least inedible parts it's not a lot, and they eat a lot packaged snacks that night

Day 5 

Henry has a brilliant (terrible) idea, he's going to make them breakfast, eggs, and lamb sausage.

Sidney comes into the kitchen when there is smoke everywhere

they put out the smoke, and the (unseasoned) eggs are burnt to the pan.

"WHAT is going on!!!" "I was uhh... making breakfast..."Why did you cook it so long?" "Excuse me, I didn't want us to get salmonella!"

For dinner, they plan to make pasta. Together, this is going to be a team effort. Henry immediately puts the dry noodles in a pot and no water, Sidney stops him.

They call Maud, and she laughs at her useless brother and his husband but agrees to help

"Okay now you'll wanna add any veggies to the sauce" "veggies...?i didn't get any" "okay skip that, just add your seasonings" "seasonings?" "Okay... it gonna be a bit plain"

"Why are all noodles sticking together weird?" "Did you salt the water like I said?" "Oh..."

S: what if we heat the water up twice as hot , then we can cook the noodles half the time 

H: No, it will probably burn them

M: idiots you can't heat water past boiling

Pasta is plain, but edible

Other cooking mishaps:

Pasta take 2: no veggies again, goes way to hard on the seasonings, add like every single one, there is cinnamon in the pasta

Henry makes eggs(unseasoned) bacon and toast (only a little burnt)

"Henry, I love you so much, and this is so sweet, but I don't eat pork"

"Oh god! I knew that! The butcher was just looking at me, and I panicked. " Henry is about to cry

Sidney spends way too long slicing (mutilating) a loaf of bread with a meat knife

Cleaning

By day 3 all of their clothes are wrinkled because they don't know how to iron and they didn't pack them well

It fine they are mostly being seen by just each other, but it makes them feel icky

At the market a woman is looking at henry, and he get insecure and just tells her unprompted that his wife is too sick to iron

By 2 weeks in they have no clean clothes

S: What if we just sent it all to the dry cleaner

H: You wanna send our underwear to the dry cleaners? No we are supposed to be learning this, we are living a simple life

S: What if we were just naked from now on

Back on the phone with Maud, they learn how to wash clothes. They have pasta stained clothes they can't fix. Clothes are wearable again, still wrinkly :(

They wash no dishes for the first 4 days, it's a terrible mess. It takes 15 min to scrub the burnt pan because they didn't realise they can soak the bad dishes

The whole place is a bit dusty by the end

Fun stuff

There is a lake on the property and they go skinny dipping

They fish (and successfully cook it over a fire)

Stargaze: “hey did you that constellation [insert greek info dump]” nerd

Ellwood convinces Gaunt to dance with him

They play card games

They get to be domestic without any prying eyes

Overall, they had a great time! They picked up some novice-level skills along the way and, despite the chaos, they’d be willing to try this again in the future (and they do). When they get back they are this close to kissing Luis on the mouth.

[xxcatzladyxx]

Demon Slayer Advent Calendar | Day Eleven | Tengen x Reader | The christmas market

Written by @lupina36

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"Wow, it's beautiful," you heard Suma gush as she admired with sparkling eyes the countless strings of colorful lights that lined your path through the city's annual Christmas market. The sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, but the streets were still packed with people.

All sorts of different smells and sounds hit you from everywhere. Christmas carols, cheerful laughter, roasted almonds, cinnamon and even something alcoholic. A small sigh escaped your throat. You weren't really a fan of such gatherings of people. You were much more the type of person who liked to retreat to your room for a few hours with a good book, but Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru had really wanted to go to the Christmas market and you had finally been persuaded by them to come along too.

Now you were standing here amidst the cheers, hustle and bustle and general merriment, trying to put on a happy face, but somehow not quite succeeding.

"We won't be staying long," Hinatsuru had told you. You just nodded and tried to go along with it.

Easier said than done. After a short time, you began to feel more and more uncomfortable and would have liked to just go home, but you didn't want to be a spoilsport. After all, it wasn't often that the four of you were able to do something together with your husband, Tengen Uzui, the pillar of sound. This little trip to the Christmas market was one of those rare occasions. There was no mission to complete today, which is why Tengen had decided to devote himself entirely to his four wives for once. Tengen was a caring man who cared about each of his wives, which was why he had immediately agreed when Hinatsuru suggested going to the local Christmas market together. Now you were all here and everyone was having a great time. Everyone except you!

It was all getting a bit too much for you and you longed for the peace and comfort of your home.

You were more of a loner and it was almost a miracle that you were married to a man who had three other wives besides you. You liked each and every one of them very much. They were your family. Nevertheless, there were still moments when you preferred to keep to yourself. The others respected that, for which you liked them even more.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice how the others were gradually moving away from you, before you knew it you were suddenly alone in the dense crowd.

You quickly tried to keep an eye out for the others, but they had probably already moved on, because you couldn't see them anywhere.

You couldn't even see the tall figure of your husband anymore and he was really hard to miss. Finally you gave up and decided to just stay put until they came looking for you. That was one of the things you had been taught as a child, if you got lost in a crowd, to always stay where you were lost because there was a better chance of finding yourself again faster than if you were on the move.

You spotted a small snack stand not far from you and decided to wait there without further ado. After all, you were hungry and there didn't seem to be much going on there anyway. There were only two men sitting at the tables and drinking from small ceramic mugs.

When you arrived at the stall, you realized that there didn't seem to be anything edible here, but mainly alcoholic drinks such as mulled wine and hot chocolate with a shot.

Since you wanted to have at least something in your stomach, you ordered a cocoa, but without the extra shot of alcohol. For the life of you, you couldn't imagine that something like that would taste good. You sat down at a table a little away from the others and sipped your cocoa from time to time while watching the hustle and bustle around you. "Well, what have we got here?"

A disgusting mixture of alcohol, sweat and something greasy got up your nose and made you grimace. A man in his forties with thinning hair and a three-day beard suddenly grinned directly into your face. You ignored him and continued sipping your cocoa.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" he asked you, blowing his fierce flag in your face again. It was obvious that he had already had a few drinks.

You almost replied that you weren't alone, but that wasn't the case at the moment, so you kept quiet for the time being.

But that didn't seem to bother the guy. He continued to talk at you while he looked at your body with a clearly lustful gaze. You were starting to feel uncomfortable and you were about to tell him to get lost when he suddenly said. "I like you. What do you want for an hour?"

You stared at the man in front of you, completely dumbfounded. Did he seriously think you were a prostitute? That couldn't be true! Well, like all of Tengen's women, you had a pretty ample cleavage, but you'd never been mistaken for a prostitute before. On the other hand, the guy had already had a fair amount of alcohol, so there was probably no point in making a slug of him for asking you such a question.

Instead, you just took your cocoa and turned to leave.

Suddenly, you were grabbed from behind and dragged towards a small side alley, which was apparently very close to the drinks stand.

Thanks to your kunoichi skills, you quickly managed to free yourself from the stranger's grip and keep your distance from your opponent, who turned out to be the drunken man from the stand.

He gave you a dirty grin and said "I like it when you play a little coy. You don't want people to think you're a slut."

You snorted angrily, even though he had just taken you for a prostitute himself. "But you're all whores on the inside," he added, still grinning dirty.

That was too much! What did this guy think he was? "Are you still okay? I'm neither a prostitute nor a whore on the inside. I'm a married woman!" you hurled at him angrily. "Me too. Which doesn't mean that you and I can't have a little fun together," he said, which only caused you to grimace in disgust.

"No thanks. You'd better go home and get it for your wife," you replied and turned to leave again.

Unfortunately, turning your back on the guy proved to be a serious mistake as the next moment you felt a brutal blow to your back that drove all the air out of your lungs at once. Panting and gasping for air, you fell to your knees. For a moment, stars danced before your eyes and you were disoriented for a few moments.

All of a sudden you felt two large calloused hands roughly kneading your breasts from behind. The pain made you gasp again. You felt something hard against your back and didn't even dare to think about what it might be. Instead, you tried again to free yourself from the man's grip. But he seemed to have clawed at your breasts, because he didn't let go, no matter how hard you tried. "Come on sweetie, just relax. You'll see, you'll like it," the bastard whispered in your ear in a rough voice while he continued to massage your breasts roughly. Tears slowly welled up in your eyes and obscured your vision, but you could still feel him take one hand off your breasts and begin to stroke your thigh greedily. You immediately realized where this was going and you didn't want to let it come to that.

Instead, you decide to make one more attempt to escape the slavering hands of this drunken bastard. After all, you were a kunoichi and therefore trained in combat.

It shouldn't be a problem for you to free yourself from this situation.

But in this situation of all situations, all your fighting experience suddenly seemed to be forgotten. You felt helpless and weak. A circumstance that you didn't like at all, especially since the guy who still had you firmly in his grip had started to let his hand wander under the hem of your jukata.

Suddenly the guy had disappeared and you blinked a few times in confusion at the rapid change in your situation.

Still quite confused, you looked around the small alleyway and suddenly saw a tall figure looming over you. "Tengen!" you shouted, your voice trembling with relief, and you threw your arms around your husband's neck. At that moment, your tears broke free and you sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. You only noticed in passing how he wrapped his strong arms around you and gently rocked you back and forth until you calmed down a little.

"That drunken bastard seriously thought I was a prostitute"; you finally blurted out after you had managed to get your thoughts back in order a little.

"Do you think I look like a whore?" you asked your husband in a sudden burst of insecurity.

"No! Not a bit!" came Tengen's prompt and confident reply.

For a brief moment, you wondered where the guy had disappeared to so suddenly, but Tengen's other women quickly drew your attention as they came running to you and Tengen in the alley. Suma immediately threw her arms around your neck and nearly squeezed the air out of you until Makio unceremoniously pulled her away from you by the hair and scolded her.

Hinatsuru also embraced you and together you decided to make your way home. You didn't say a single word the whole way. Your thoughts were still revolving around the incident in the alley when you suddenly noticed how Tengen had stopped.

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at you with a worried expression. You finally managed to smile a little. "I was pretty scared about what happened, but I'm slowly getting better," you said, and that wasn't even a lie. You really did feel better. "I'm just sorry that I ruined the trip to the Christmas market for the rest of you. It's so rare for us to all get together," you added dejectedly.

All at once, you were pulled into a warm embrace and pressed against a muscular chest.

"You haven't ruined anything for us (name)," you heard Tengen say quietly. "Even though you don't like crowds at all, you came along anyway. We just should have taken a little better care of you. That will never happen again," he promised you solemnly, which made you blush instantly.

Without further ado, you stood on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on your husband's lips, which he immediately returned. "Apart from this unpleasant coincidence, the outing wasn't so bad. But maybe we can all do something in future where there are fewer people around. For example, ice skating or sledging," you suggested. "Or baking cookies," Tengen added, which made you laugh a little. "I think everyone's had enough of your dick cookies for now," you said, which also made Tengen laugh.

All in all, it turned out to be a nice evening, even if you would rather avoid the Christmas markets in future.

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

My Headcanons for the Advent Season with Loki x Reader

Tell him about the things you love to do in December - he enjoys hearing you talk so passionately about it

As you told him you want every year to visit at least one Christmas Market he searched for the biggest and most impressive,at the best and most romantic Location - at the Market you were so excited to try many different Snacks and Desserts but the most important thing are the roasted Chestnuts , Potatoes and Hot Spiced Punch - you explained to him

Ice Skating - I imagine Loki is an impressive Ice Skater - he loves to show off

Baking Cookies together - he helps you roll out the Dough - making Ginger Bread Houses - him wiping off Flour of your Face

Watching Christmas Movies together - cuddling and lots of kissing till the Movie gets irrelevant

Gift Shopping - going to the big Shopping Centers , from one Shop to another, you both carry many bags already , watching him for a while you realize Loki is annoyed and you are exhausted so you told him you want to go home and relax with him - relieved Loki smiled at you and kissed your Cheek

You are impressed how good he is in wrapping the Presents and decorating the Christmas Tree

The first Christmas with your Family made you both a bit nervous but for different Reasons - Loki was anxious thinking if your family would like him - You were on edge and hoping everything will be alright, hoping your Family won't do or say anything embarrassing

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