#Smells like grilled salmon

[sleepytrashred]

Friend asked if Japan gets burnt in the sun easily due to his pale skin, Therefore he lacks melaning in his Countryhuman form

[vorareromantic]

this sushi is SO mid but i'm so hungry that i want more of it anyway

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ under your roof ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ your baby daughter really likes uncle wade’s roommate, and logan would be lying if he said he didn’t form a quick attachment to the two of you as well┊2.9k words; prt one (here), prt two, prt three coming soon!!

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: probably occ logan, he’s on his best behavior, mostly fluff with a little side of angst, single mother reader with an unspecified age, this chapter is mainly between logan & your daughter, reader has a bad relationship with the father & he’s an asshole, one joking threat of stabbing

➤ author's note: this was so much fun to write! single mom reader and her daughter are so lovely and i have two more part featuring these two and logan coming up! i hope you guys enjoy

kids don’t like logan. it’s not a profound discovery nor is it a surprise to anyone who learns this fact. he’s intimidating enough to make some full-grown men piss themselves with so much as a glare, much less little babies who start sobbing uncontrollably when they see a giant scary man walking around believing that he would eat them or something even though he’s literally just standing there. whether the little ones have an instinct that signals him out as a mutant or he simply looks like a bad man from one of their fairy tales, he isn’t sure, but it’s not the best feeling either way when he’s trying to settle back into normal life with the constant weight of knowing that he’ll never fit in.

it doesn’t help that, in general, he isn’t good with kids either. he’s generally patient with their immaturity since they don’t know any better, but he finds the crying and whining extremely headache-inducing to his sensitive senses without a clue how to calm them down.

moving in with wade and acquainting himself with his friends was a start, but the missing part of his life to make him finally feel loved and at home was the family of two who lived downstairs. the first time he met you was also the first time he met your daughter when wade told him to dress a little nicer because the two of them were invited to your place for dinner. he explained that the two of you were practically siblings and that it would probably be something he should get used to, reminding him to “turn that frown upside down” because he was about to meet someone who “puts gordon ramsey to shame.”

the last bit sounded great to him, especially because no one in their household knew how to make anything more complicated than noodles without setting it on fire and the cost of outside food was really starting to tally up. still, he just wore some cargo pants and threw on a leather jacket, running his fingers through his hair once which was already a lot more effort than he’s ever put into meeting anyone else before.

wade didn’t even bother knocking, just being himself and picking the lock as he so typically does, kicking the door open and yelling a loud ass “daddy’s home!” which echoed throughout the apartment as well as the hallway they were standing in. the mouth-watering smell of grilled salmon filled the air, making wade hum in excitement, “do you need help with anything? taste testing, perhaps?”

“no, do me a favor and stay away from the kitchen!” your voice rang out loud and clear, sounding much like a mother scolding a teenager for the thousandth time. “i’ll stab you, do me a favor and just hang out in the living room.”

“okie-dokie!” he responded in an annoying sing-song voice, “come on, peanut, take off your shoes.” the said man could already tell how at home his roommate seemed in this place, just as comfortable as he was back home, walking with steps he’s taken many times before and prompting logan to do the same (except he was mainly keeping to himself and being much more mild-mannered in this unfamiliar area).

the place was as spacious as the small area could be and tastefully decorated, but all sharp corners of furniture were taped over to dull the edges and the carpet had multiple kinds of colorful toys littered about. in the center of it all, was a little toddler about two or three years old, playing with a kitchen set and trying to copy what her mom was doing by running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. she didn’t even notice the two men at first, not until wade called out her name and she dropped the plastic utensils to clap her hands together before waddling over to him.

“hey, baby! how are you doing? did you miss me?” he cooed in the high-pitched voice reserved only for mary puppins, reaching down to pick up the girl by her underarms and kissing her cheek, spinning around with her in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably. “do you wanna meet the big scary wolverine while i go bother your mommy? who am i kidding, of course you do!” he then dropped her onto the couch, making sure that she didn’t bounce up too high on the cushion and hurt herself. “okay, you keep her company while i go see what’s for dessert— bye!”

before logan could say anything, he was already gone, disappearing around the corner into the sound of sizzling foods and the scent of herbs. pursing his lips together and shuffling his feet around for a second, he grunted and braced himself for the child to start sobbing uncontrollably because she was left alone with him. the first time he meets you, whom he’s heard so many good things about, is going to be when you have to kick him out with his tail in between his legs for disturbing the peace of your home.

but the cries never came, and his eyes met her big curious ones as she just stared up at him in silence. it was honestly a tad bit unnerving like she was sizing him up and carefully thinking about her next move. 

and then she started giggling like earlier, kind of a more gurgling noise of playfulness more than anything, standing at his feet and waving around her short outstretched arms to signal that she wanted uppies from him.

“oh no—“ he’s not sure why he even let out a word or protest to begin with when he knew she wouldn’t listen, but it was pure instinct since, once again, he had no idea how to handle children. although she would probably also start crying if he didn’t listen to her, so he reluctantly bent down to pick her up, holding her close to the side of his chest and nervously awaiting her next move.

she was motionless for a minute with a little hand on her chubby cheek and the other trying to clutch onto the thick leather of his jacket, eyes darting around like she was seeing the world from a new perspective for the first time even though he was a hundred percent certain wade held her like his when they are the same height.

“kitty!”

“what?”

she pointed at the top of his head, his hair tuffs specifically, and reached out to pull on one of them curiously.

“no— not a kitty!” he’s never going to escape that fucking nickname, he wouldn’t be surprised if his roommate taught her to say that before she met him in person, able to perfectly envision wade crouching in front of her with a stupid picture of him on his phone and training her to say “kitty” every time she saw his photo by rewarding her with candy or something since there is no way she associated someone who looks like him to a kitten so quickly unironically.

“no kitty?”

“no— logan, lo-gan.”

she tried to pronounce his name a few times before giving up after getting stuck in the second syllable, blowing a raspberry and going back to what she was doing earlier— finding the most fun in tugging on his cowlicks like she was trying to figure out if he naturally woke up like that with the inability to brush them down or styled them with gel every day.

he sat down on the couch, the cushion sinking under his heavyweight, and sat your daughter down on his lap instead, except she didn’t want to sit down. standing on his lap and pressing her little feet into his thighs, she began to climb onto his shoulder like he was a jungle gym, using his arms as stepping stones to reach her destination while he bent over at the waist to allow her to crawl onto his back without falling behind him.

“you’re like a little lemur,” he muttered, still in slight shock that this kid seemed to like him and wasn’t freaking out like he was the big bad wolf. he wouldn’t admit it, but it was a really nice feeling that gave him a sense of normalcy like he was just some guy rather than the killing machine mutant most knew him as. she wouldn’t stop giggling and holding onto him, which made him feel his ice-cold heart melting like snow by spring’s first touch. 

all the while, he could hear you and wade chatting away in the background: something about him needing to step away from the stove, how you needed to trust him because him starting “that fire” was a one-time thing, what was for dessert, and then taking a sharp turn when the conversation suddenly shifted to the topic of the father.

he felt somewhat guilty about listening in, but he knew that deadpool was going to tell him eventually, so there wasn’t really any harm in a bit of eavesdropping (besides, it would have been difficult to ignore considering that your baby was being very well-behaved and his hearing wouldn’t have been able to pick up on anything else.)

“so… any news about her dad?” the solemn tone of a man who was hardly ever serious a day of his life was more terrifying than anything he’d ever witnessed in his long life.

“... he suddenly wants to be a family man, i guess…”

“what the hell does that even mean?”

the sound of a knife chopping vegetables against a wooden surface slowly came to a stop followed by a sigh. “like he wants to have a family… just not with the one he already started… he’s busy planning his wedding with the girl he cheated on me with and told me not to contact him again for any reason.”

“oh my god, what an asshole! fuck that guy!”

“i can’t believe that was the guy i thought i was going to spend the rest of my life with, could you imagine? i don’t even know what i could have done wrong for him to be like this— i asked him so many times and he just said that he’s ‘fallen out of love,’ has ‘moved on,’ and that i would ‘be cruel’ to ask him to stay even if it was for the sake of our child…”

“well if it’s any comfort, he would have been on the next episode of forensic files the second i got a moment alone with him— i mean, the last time we saw him, he literally pushed his own daughter away when she tried to hug him! what kind of sociopath wouldn’t adore such a cutie patootie, especially his own flesh and blood?! ”

“it’s fine,” you hissed, gritting your teeth at the memory. “it’s not like he’s done anything to deserve getting to be called a father to an angel anyway, i’ll take care of her myself— wait… didn’t i also invite your new roommate? did he not come?”

“no, he’s in the living room, he’s been here this entire time,” he informed, taking a bite out of an apple like an asshole from a film.

“and you didn’t tell me?!!!” you quickly ran into the said area, finding logan and your daughter together on the couch. “hi! oh, i’m so sorry i didn’t come to greet you properly— and left my daughter for you to look after too— god, i’m just a terrible host!” you tilted your head, “what’s your name?”

he then realized he was staring which was rather impolite, mouth slightly agape too like a fish out of water which left a few seconds of awkward silence in between. “i-i’m logan,” he managed to sputter, “nice to meet you..”

wade raised a nonexistent eyebrow at his strange mannerisms before a wide, shit-eating grin split his face. 

“aww, baby, why are you bothering this poor old man— come to mommy, it’s dinnertime,” you clapped your hands and held them out fully expecting her to reach out and grab onto you as she usually does, but instead she looked up at you with big pleading eyes and held onto him even more tightly like a koala clinging to a branch. “oh, did you get attached already? you really are my daughter… logan, could you do me a favor and put her in her high chair while i plate everything?”

“yes, of course.”

you turned back into the kitchen, leaving the two men to follow with one holding your baby in his arms. all it took was one look to understand what he was thinking, logan didn’t need to be a telepath to know. 

“if you don’t shut the fuck up—”

“i didn’t even say anything!”

“good, keep it that way.”

love at first sight, wade has seen it plenty of times and understands it well, something so unpredictable and powerful, that it could bring the wolverine down on his knees. it’s even more potent when he trips over himself seeing you in your natural environment instead of all dressed up for a first date, slightly sweaty from the heat radiating off the stove, unkempt hair sticking to the sides of your face, no makeup or defenses up— just you as yourself to the core.

“alright, bub, let's get you seated…” it took a few tries to get her in because she refused to align her little legs into the holes of the plastic piece, but she eventually got into it just fine and he pulled up his own chair to watch you place a one of the most decadent plates of pasta with chunks of salmon he’s ever seen in front of him with a word of gratitude. 

“sorry it isn’t anything special, i completely forgot that i arranged this in the first place….”

“oh, no, it’s perfect—”

“you’re damn right ‘it’s perfect!’” wade interjected, “lemme tell you, wolvie, this simple plate of pasta is better than sex, i know damn well you’ve never tasted anything like it in all your two-hundred years!”

“well, now that you say it like that, he’s going to have high expectations and it will taste like ass compared to the actual best pasta dish he’s ever had.”

“he likes ass, don’t worry—”

the said man cleared his throat to steer the conversation back around, feeling the foreign sensation of embarrassment burning his face hit him at full force. “it’s delicious, thank you, truly the best i’ve ever tasted.”

“aw, you don’t have to say that.”

“no, he’s right, i think you really outdid yourself this time!”

the dinner was carried by cheerful conversations and fun stories, and despite just meeting you today, logan almost felt like he knew you for years and this was something a commonplace tradition between loved ones which was something he’s been yearning for for as long as he can remember. as he watches you laugh and feed your adorable baby, he can’t help but wonder about the idiotic man who was willing to throw away something so wonderful— something which would complete his life and fill the void in his heart.

“well, you two can hang around while i clean her up and put her to bed. there’s some wine and beer in—” you watched as deadpool had already opened your fridge and was digging around like a raccoon in trash before fishing out two bottles of beers and closing the door with his hips. “alrighty then, i’ll join you two in a bit.”

he watched as you disappeared into the hallway before diving headfirst into the couch next to the wolverine and handing him his beer, kicking his feet and smiling as if he was a middle-schooler at an all girls’ sleepover. “okay, so she has a solid job as an accountant, has her own place and car, is funny and pretty, but most importantly for you, single. she doesn’t like flowers as gifts, but if you gift her groceries or cleaning supplies—”

“she wouldn’t want an asshole like me,” he grunted, taking a sip from the bottle. “not when she just got free from another one.”

“peanut, i met the other guy, you’re infinitely better than him! as much as i would like to keep you to myself, i have already planned out my speech at your wedding as your best man, so just keep in mind that i’m your wingman, okay? don’t lie to me either, i know you have a little crush, and i think she does too—”

“no, she doesn’t.”

“quit cutting me off, you motherfucker!”

it was easier to try and suppress the sprouting seed of infatuation before it bloomed out of control. he didn’t want to hurt you or himself by chasing something that shouldn’t be in the first place. you deserve better, you and your daughter. you both should have someone who was younger and had the energy to be a good father and husband, not some old mutant who was freeloading off of his roommate and terrified of losing more people he cared about. if you knew about the blood on his hands and the claws embedded in them, you would probably be worried that you allowed him to hold your baby and shun him permanently. 

and yet he was already attached, sitting here imagining domestic life where he could see her grow up through the phases of life and help her navigate its complexities while also waking up next to you in his arms and seeing your beautiful smile everyday. 

maybe he won’t let that glimmer of hope die out and just hold onto it for a little while longer, allowing it to leave a little lingering smile on his weary face.

[knoepfl]

Sweets Aren’t Enough

Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Slight Hurt/Comfort

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of unhealthy eating habits, stress, exhaustion, and slight depictions of poor self-care.

Masterlist

Words: 1096

Author’s Note:

Hey, lovelies! This fanfiction is for anyone who loves the idea of caring for L and reminding him that he’s human too, even if he doesn’t always treat himself that way. Expect lots of fluff, a bit of exasperation, and a tiny kiss for those romantic feels. I hope you enjoy reading this! If you relate to any of the topics mentioned in the trigger warnings, take care of yourself and remember it’s okay to need rest, food, and love. You deserve it!

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The glow of computer monitors filled the darkened room as the hum of L’s investigation team buzzed around him. He sat, as usual, with his knees pulled to his chest on the swivel chair, black eyes glued to the screen. Empty teacups, cake plates, and candy wrappers cluttered the desk, but he seemed oblivious to the mess—his mind too focused on tracking Kira.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with concern. How long had he been sitting there, motionless, aside from the occasional flick of his finger across the keyboard? Days, probably. L's narrow frame already looked thinner than the last time you’d seen him. His face was paler, his dark circles deeper, and from the way he slouched slightly, you could tell fatigue was creeping in.

Enough was enough. You couldn’t watch him do this to himself anymore.

"L," you called softly, stepping into the room. He didn’t look away from the monitor, but you caught the slight shift in his shoulders—he knew you were there.

"Hmm?" L’s voice was low, distracted. His gaze never left the scrolling data in front of him, fingers tapping keys like a pianist lost in a symphony.

You walked closer, determined. "When was the last time you had a real meal?"

“I had cake a few hours ago,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally glancing at you with his wide, unreadable eyes.

“That doesn’t count, L,” you said, exasperated. “You can’t live on sweets forever.”

His lips curled into a small, amused smile, as if he found the concept of needing anything beyond sugar and caffeine entirely unnecessary. "I function perfectly fine like this."

You knelt beside him, resting a hand on his knee to get his full attention. "But you’re not fine. You look exhausted. And no, cake isn't a meal."

He blinked, his head tilting slightly. It was always difficult to tell what L was thinking, but you knew him well enough to notice the flicker of acknowledgment behind his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he whispered, though there was no real conviction behind his words. You sighed and stood up, brushing the dust off your knees.

"Stay here. I’m making you something, and you’re going to eat it—no excuses."

Without waiting for a response, you left the room and headed to the kitchen. You knew L could be stubborn, but so could you. He needed proper food, and you were determined to give it to him.

Twenty Minutes Later

The smell of sautéed vegetables and herbs filled the small kitchen. You kept it simple: rice, a bowl of miso soup, grilled salmon, and some lightly seasoned greens. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was nutritious—something L’s body desperately needed after days of sugar highs and crashes.

As you plated everything, you heard the familiar sound of bare footsteps padding toward the kitchen. You turned to see L standing in the doorway, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, watching you quietly.

“You left your screen,” you teased with a smile. “That’s progress.”

“I came to observe your cooking,” he said in his usual monotone, though you detected the faintest hint of curiosity in his gaze.

“Well, the food is ready.” You pulled out a chair at the small dining table. “Sit.”

For a moment, L just stood there, looking at the chair like it was a foreign object. Then, slowly, he lowered himself onto it, mimicking his usual crouch with his knees pulled up.

You placed the plate in front of him, along with the bowl of soup, and sat down across from him. "Go on. Eat."

He stared at the meal as if it were an enigma, picking up his chopsticks with his fingers awkwardly pinched. L’s diet was so limited to sweets that real food seemed almost alien to him.

You smiled softly. “If you eat it all, I’ll make you dessert.”

That caught his attention. A tiny spark lit in his dark eyes, and he hesitantly took a small bite of the salmon. You watched as he chewed slowly, clearly not used to savory flavors, but you could tell he didn’t dislike it.

“See? Not so bad, right?” you said, propping your chin in your hand.

L swallowed and gave a tiny nod. "It is… acceptable."

“That’s high praise coming from you.” You grinned, relieved that he was at least trying. “Now finish the rest.”

L continued eating, albeit slowly. His hands were clumsy with the chopsticks, and his movements lacked the same precision he used when typing away on his computer. But he ate—piece by piece, spoonful by spoonful—and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection watching him.

When he finally finished the meal, L set his chopsticks down and stared at the empty plate as if surprised by his own actions. You chuckled softly, leaning over to ruffle his already messy hair.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

L tilted his head, his eyes meeting yours with that familiar, unreadable gaze. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

Your heart warmed at the rare show of gratitude. L wasn’t the kind of person to express emotions openly, but moments like these—small and subtle—meant everything.

You stood up and began to clear the dishes, but L’s hand reached out, lightly brushing your wrist. “You promised dessert.”

You laughed. "Right. I did, didn’t I?"

Later That Evening

The two of you sat on the couch, a small slice of strawberry shortcake resting between you. L picked at it slowly, savoring each bite with the kind of focus he usually reserved for cracking cases.

He looked more relaxed now, his posture less rigid, his expression softer. You nestled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. L stiffened slightly at the contact but didn’t pull away. After a moment, his arm shifted, wrapping around you in a hesitant but deliberate motion.

You tilted your head up slightly, close enough to feel the soft warmth of his breath. He hesitated, his dark eyes flickering with uncertainty, but you gave him a reassuring smile. Slowly, L leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to your lips—a fleeting, gentle moment that felt like a promise.

When he pulled back, his gaze lingered on yours, as if studying your expression to understand this new, unfamiliar feeling.

“Thank you,” he whispered again.

You smiled, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “Anytime, L.”

And you meant it. No matter how brilliant he was, L would always need someone to remind him that he wasn’t alone—and you would gladly be that person.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing this soft, comforting moment with L. If you enjoyed it, feel free to leave feedback! Remember, taking care of yourself—like eating proper meals and resting—is important, even if life gets busy. Just like L, you deserve love and care too!

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Stung knight go on their first date as throuple which is book store, dinner and then to the club for a night of dancing. The three of them are still getting used to actually being in a relationship with each other. Doing their best to show that they love the other two more than they could ever imagine. Shenanigans insues

Blake: *Almost struggling to carry her Books* You Getting Anything guys?

Yang: Just some Baking recipes, and a new Sci-Fi novel.

Jaune: *looking at something* I- I'm good.

Blake: *Shifting uncomfortably* Whatcha Looking At?

Jaune: Just- It's nothing. Some Graphic novels, which are just glorified comic books. I don't need it.

Yang: *Grabbing some of Blake's books* ... Nah. We're getting them.

Jaune: Well, you're hands are already full and I don't want to-

Blake: Jaune, just get them if you want them. I appreciate you trying to be mindful, but we're here to have fun. We don't mind.

Jaune: ... *picking up the books* Thanks guys!

~~~~~

Blake: *Licking lips* FishFishFishFishFishFish!

Yang: Damn! This place smells like a real smoke house! God, I could live in that hickory and cherry! *Sniff* Oooh Is that Applewood?

Jaune: Yeah, This place is a "gourmet" barbecue and grill place! It's family owned and works with local farmers and butchers to ensure the highest quality meat - and they're the biggest buyers of my family's ciders, wines, and juices.

Yang: What are you, some kind of fruit Baron?

Jaune: We've got a lot of land - most money goes to the people that work it. My mom's a very hands-on boss, especially when it comes to protecting the workers.

Blake: Less talk more filling our mouths with Smoked Salmon~

Jaune: They also have Fish and Chips, fish tacos, tuna melts- just about everything.

Yang: We don't know a lot about your family come to think of it. All we know is that your dad gave you bad dating advice, and that you've got seven sisters.

Blake: And that they used to put him in dresses.

Yang: And that they-

Jaune: Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah, Uh, My mom and dad were both Hunters! My mom used the sword as a backup with a poleaxe - a halberd as a primary weapon ...

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Blake: *Bouncing to music*

Jaune: *Dancing like an Idiot*

Yang: *too enamoured by them to dance along with them*

[peachsukii]

sweet like honey ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ you and kirishima organize a small dinner to celebrate bakugo's 31st birthday.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ fluffy & tooth-rotting fluff for kat's birthday ♡ cross posted to ao3 // wc; ~1.1k ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿ ↶ | previous entry (twisted in bedsheets) ↷ | next entry (stitched muses)

Trying to plan a surprise was literally impossible in the Kirishima-Bakugo household. The house was always in pristine condition, everything in it's proper place and able to be located without a second thought. If something was moved or used, there was a 95% chance Bakugo would notice, no matter what it was - his favorite spatula, a random mug, and even a specific set of towels in the bathroom. He had the house mapped in his mind down to the last non-existent dust bunny in the foyer.

By some miracle, Bakugo believed Kirishima was taking him out to dinner for his birthday and didn't invite you along. Sure, they needed their time alone together too, but most of the time, Bakugo was the one making sure you were included in their plans. It all worked out in your favor, though. Earlier in the week, you’d texted the both of them to trick Bakugo into thinking you wouldn’t see him Saturday.

the lion, the witch & the gym bro ❤️💖🧡 [you] hey babes! are you guys free saturday for dinner? [katsu 🐯🧡] what kinda fuckin’ group name is that?! i better be the lion [katsu 🐯🧡] and sorry baby, eiji's made plans for us [eiji 🥊❤️] i think it’s cute 😜 [eiji 🥊❤️] sorry love! we can meet up for breakfast on sunday though 💕 [you] that's okay! yes, kats, you're the lion lol. breakfast on sunday it is 💖

Kirishima was fully aware of your plan, ecstatic that you wanted to do something so sweet for Bakugo. He’d told you how all of his past surprise parties had failed for him - he couldn’t keep the excitement to himself and would fold before the party happened. You had to do a little work to be sure he wouldn’t spill the beans this time, too. Nothing a few sweet kisses couldn’t fix, promising to reward him for keeping quiet.

A quick trip to the grocery store and plenty of recipe research later, you had everything you needed to make the dinner. Kirishima mentioned that you’d have about half an hour to set up and get everything ready, so most of the cooking would need to be done in your apartment. It was simple, a mish-mash of his favorites; mapo tofu, cooked salmon with a honey garlic glaze and some grilled vegetables. You thought about using Bakugo’s home grown veggies, but that would have given away the surprise if he saw them go missing that morning.

Cooking went surprisingly easier than you thought it would. Creating the glaze for the salmon was honestly the hardest part, but you're proud of how it looks and smells, the fish cooked with a perfect sear. Your kitchen smells incredible and it's sad that the aroma won't be fully following you to their home.

Just when you're putting everything in the oven to keep warm, you get a text from Kirishima.

[eiji 🥊❤️] we’re leaving the house now! you’re clear to head over in five minutes [you] thanks eiji! i’ll pack up and head over.

When you arrive at their house, you park around the corner to be sure Bakugo doesn't see your car before he goes inside. Your unloading the food onto the kitchen counter when your phone buzzes three times, one from Kirishima and two from Bakugo, outside of your group chat.

[eiji 🥊❤️] headed home, kats is a little grumpy lol. see you in 15!

[katsu 🐯🧡] eiji fucked up our reservation and we're headed home [katsu 🐯🧡] if ya wanna come over. miss you sweets

'Oh, if only he knew,' you thought, smiling to yourself. You don't respond and place your phone back on the counter.

With the food in the oven to warm up, the table set, the lights off, and Bakugo's present on the counter, you were ready for them to walk through the door any moment now. Kirishima warned you that Bakugo was upset, but you're confident his mood will do a 180 once he sees the true plan.

The front door opens, accompanied by shoes hitting the floor and keys hitting the table in the entry way.

"Can't believe they messed up the reservation," you hear Bakugo complain, grumbling to himself. "Stupid ass fancy place can't keep their books straight."

"I know, I'm sorry baby," Kirishima apologizes, looking toward the kitchen to catch your eye. "But I think you'll prefer to be home, anyways."

Bakugo's about to question why when you walk out of the kitchen and into view, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail and wearing his favorite pretty black dress.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki! Hope you're hungry, we've got plenty waiting for you."

You're expecting him to burst out laughing, make a snarky comment, or roll his eyes with a smirk on his face, but none of that comes. He stands there, awestruck with a gleam in his carmine stare while his lips curl into a genuine smile.

"You two really did all this for me?" Bakugo asks, looking back and forth between you and Kirishima.

"Of course, Kat. You deserve to be spoiled! Come on, dinner is ready." You take his hand and lead him into the kitchen, pulling out his normal chair at the table. Kirishima follows, helping you prep three plates of food and delivering them to the table. After you place Bakugo's plate down in front of him, he grabs your face and tugs you back into his bubble to kiss you.

"Thank you," he whispers, nuzzling your nose before letting you go. He repeats then sentiment to Kirishima as well, giving him a peck on his forehead before he joins the table. "Both of you."

The three of you devour every bite of dinner - it turned out absolutely fantastic, ending with Bakugo asking you for the recipe you used for the salmon. That's the highest compliment coming from him, knowing that he's going to take the original and hit the ground running with a version of his own.

"One more thing for you, Kats!" you exclaim, grabbing the gift bag from the counter. Bakugo takes the present from you, rustling through the orange tissue paper. When he pulls out the brand new gardening tool kit, including some vegetable and flower seeds, his eyes sparkle with delight.

"I know you more than likely have a set already, but it never hurts to have a back up!"

Bakugo sets the bag on the counter and scoops you into a tight hug.

"Thank you, princess. I appreciate it."

Kirishima struts over, patting him on the back. "Maybe our little goddess here could help you plant the new seeds! Now that you have two sets, you could teach her how you tend to the garden."

"That's a great idea, Red. We can start soon with spring in full swing."

You couldn't be happier with how the day turned out. Seeing Bakugo's smile is all you ever wished for. He was glowing for the rest of the night, giddy over the idea of teaching you all about his gardening ways in the coming weeks.

Safe to say, it was a successful birthday.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — recipe for the salmon cause it made my mouth water! i also wrote this in a frenzy so i hope it still is quality haha ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent @pastelbakugou @hannahk @camryn-ciel67 @c4prisuna @perfectsukii @screechingpeachdelusion

[honey-minded-hivemind]

how do you think feral mutations like logans and creeds impact yandere tendencies?

Okay, okay! Good question! (Also, I hope you saw the post with them and Remy and Reader! It's before this one, okay?)

• Feral mutations and instincts do affect and impact platonic yandere tendencies. We'll be exploring some if those!

• Cuddling; most platonic yanderes will want to cuddle you at some point, but feral platonic yanderes? Oh, they are, and will, cuddle you, but it'll be a bit fluffier, a bit tighter, and they'll be purring and nuzzling you the entire time. They're basically acting like mama cats with their kittens...

• Eating and Food; some platonic yanderes will want to bake with you or learn to cook food for you or will want to go out to eat somewhere somewhere you. Feral platonic yanderes will hunt you almost anything you want, drag it back to you, and will even help prepare it if they're not too deep in their instincts. Oh, you want to try deer? Well, here's the whole thing, let them teach you how to git it and skin it. You wanted to try fresh salmon, not the canned kind? Time for a late night or early morning fishing trip, you're coming, and y'all will have enough to bake and fry and baste and roast and grill, whatever way you want it. You want to try something a bit more wild, like alligator? Okay, that's a challenge, and they'll win it, and you'll have some alligator jerky or in your stew and they'll have teeth to string and wear! (I've tried a bit of alligator before, it's a bit chewy, but hey, it's okay). They take pride in feeding you and catching any meat you eat, but if it's an A/B/O AU, and they're omegas, they will eventually want to nurse you themselves...

• Going Out; the platonic yanderes have mixed reactions amd ideas on you going out. The ferals have a list of where you can go, and if you need one of them with you. You can't go to places that are shady or are clubs alone, let alone to concerts or field trips out of state. You can go to places like a zoo or aquarium or the mall, even to the woods or into town, but you have to have another platonic yandere, or them, with you. They can't be with you, and you're catching on to something? They're spying on you, they're spying on your school/job/college/home/base, and are taking notes on everything they need to know about you amd who you are...

• Feeling Sad; if you're sad, the platonic yans want to comfort you or make you feel better. The ferals take this up a notch. If you're sad about being away from home and/or being stuck with their group, they'll give you space, knowing you're overwhelmed. If you're sad for someone hurting you or bullying you, they're hinting that person down, and they're telling you you're one of a kind, you're clearly the better person, and that they won't be a problem much longer... (Sabretooth might eat the worse people, such as evil scientists or abusers... Logan woukd likely git a few or hint them for sport, paying them back for what they did to you)...

• Clothing and Apparel; any of the platonic yanderes would want you to wear something of theirs, or match with them, or having special pieces picked out for each other. The ferals would make sure to scent your clothes, so others know to back off and leave you alone, and they like when one of their blankets or shirts/flannels/jackets smell like you, because it's soothing. If they can, they like you wearing something that goes with their look, such as a jacket, or boots, or certain jeans and flannels. You like bone jewelry? They're gifting you a whole necklace full of teeth or a jar full of a preserved specimen. If you gift them something, they're sewing it into their jacket or wearing it proudly. (They also do have a few pictures of you and them together, and yes, they keep it close by at all times)

(Those are what I could think of off the top of my head! This was fun!)

[anamoon63]

--- OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag ---

Thank you dear @wannabecatwriter for the tag! 🤗💗 Also a huge apology for taking so long to reply.

For this I chose Roderick Kingston, a very old sim of mine. (The Sims 3 of course). Roderick is, like Patrick Orbison, one of my oldest sims, the first one I made when the Night Life expansion came out.

Roderick was as important to me as many other sims in my generational games, and, even when I created him before the Generations EP, he had a very large family of four generations.

Why did I choose him, having so many relatively new and more popular sims? Well, because during the time I was caring for my family in their illness I only had a little window of time at night to play The Sims, if I wasn't too tired. So I wanted it to be a free gameplay, mostly to distract myself, some where I didn't have to write, or pose, or take pictures. So I picked this old 2011 save (named The Kingstons), and well, I did take pictures while I played, lol, but nothing to use in any particular story. I played it exclusively for fun.

Currently, Roderick is an elder, and a grandpa, though he refuses to admit that he's old because, like almost every famous musician, he's vain and does not accept that time has gone by. So, takes exaggerated care of his physique, especially his face, and, though he clearly isn't young anymore, he always looks quite good for his age. (This is in part because I create my own elders using the sim adult stage and a lot of costume makeup, since I've always thought that EA elders don't look exactly like real life elders, especially not like elder celebrities like Roderick).

Anyway, without further ado, here is my most ancient sim, and one of my very favorites. (I know I say this about almost every sim of mine I post, hahaha).

RODERICK KINGSTON

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

A fear that is common among vain people like Roderick: fear of the passage of time, that is, of getting old.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Photographers and paparazzi, because he is afraid of having his picture taken from a bad angle. He likes to control which photos of him are published and which are not. (Like the ones in this post, lol).

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Cologne, newspapers and his double bass.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their manners and their clothes, if they are women, he checks to see if they are pretty.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Quite high, maybe 7 or 8, but he has his limits.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Definitely flight mode. He doesn't like arguments, and he doesn't like to look bad in public.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Roderick was an only child but is the patriarch of an extended dynasty of celebrities.

What animal represents them best?

A fox (because the fox is associated with creativity, passion, wisdom, and charm, (among other things) and these are some of Roderick's characteristics.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Hates the smell of cheap cologne or perfume.

Have they broken any bones?

Never, fortunately. And I don't think he'd like how he'd look with casts on his limbs.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Attractive, charismatic, somewhat conceited but friendly in general.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl, of course.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

He hates the taste of cheap fridge in his food. Loves the taste of well-prepared grilled salmon.

Do they have any hobbies?

Writing and blogging.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Roderick loved surprise parties when he was young, nowadays they are no longer his favorite, mainly because birthdays make him feel older, but he appreciates a good party.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Not really, just his watch, (not an ostentatious one) and his wedding ring. Even though he has remarried, he still wears the one he wore when he was wed to his late wife Tiara Angelista.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

His handwriting is super neat, just like him.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Love (for music, and his family); and embarrasment. He hates to make a fool of himself, he also suffers when his reputation is threatened.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Anything that is comfortable and not cheap.

What kind of accent do they have?

He's from Bridgeport, so, Bridgeport accent, kind of like a New Yorker, I guess.

BONUS PICS:

Roderick back in 2011 vs. Roderick in 2024.

You can tell I didn't have much CC then, nor a proper skin, but I had a blast playing with him back when. Today Roderick isn't young anymore, but he still walks around dressed in a tuxedo and he absolutely hates discovering new wrinkles in the mirror. He's kind of obsessed with looking young. He was once married to Tiara Angelista, long and happy marriage, they had three children, but then she died of old age. Later their son resurrected her (long story), though a bit late cause Roderick was already married to Suzy Strummer, who is much younger than him. They continue to be married to this day, but they haven't had any children (yet).

*Note: The Bridgeport save where Roderick lives is different from Patrick Orbison's save, which is more modern, although Pat also dates from quite some time ago, as he was also one of the first sims I made. Also, I know Late Night was released in 2010 but this save is from 2011.

Okay, that's all, we'll probably see more of Roderick and his family in the near future. (If I have the time). Thanks for reading this far. ❤️

I'm tagging: @matchalovertrait @camisulsul @kimmiessimmies @nocturnalazure @sparkilina @edyavtostopom @mysimsloveaffair @akitasimblr @expirisims @plaidisrad @silwermoon-sims @jennisimsand @happy-lemon and everybody else who wants to do this questionnaire. 😊

[intercal]

the idea: I love salmon! I should make salmon

the problem: grandma doesn't like fish. if I bake salmon in the oven, it will probably make the whole house smell like fish. surely there's a way to cook food outdoors...

the solution: well, we don't have a grill. but we DO have a burn barrel! and I have to go out and burn trash at least once a week, so I guess the next time I go to burn the trash, I'll wrap the salmon up REAL good with some spinach and feta in some foil and put it on the ash guard that goes on top of the barrel and let it get cooked. trash gets burned, house remains fishless, intercal gets his salmon. win-win-win!

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.2

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues and things change.

next part

“She's finally asleep" Ellie drops to the bed and pulls you into her. Her cold hands reach inside of your sleep shirt, massaging your breasts. You gasp in surprise at the feeling.

“Your hands are fucking freezing” you laugh as she nuzzles her face into your neck, you can feel the smile on her face growing.

“Mmm I missed this mama” She squeezes them one last time before taking your face in her hands and leaving a kiss on your lips.

“I missed this too, I also have to ask you something" you say, pacing yourself as you were aware that she hated mingling with people even if it was Dina.

"What is it" she asks quickly, her face unreadable, almost guilty looking. This is it she thinks, you had found out she’d been having an affair. She felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

"Well, Dina’s invited us both to dinner tomorrow, with Jesse, can you please come?." Her face relaxes and she releases a short breath of relief. Of course she’d fucking come, she thought this conversation would go completely differently.

"Why not?” She smiles at you and you’re slightly taken aback at her willingness, it usually took you hours or days to convince her to go out with you. You couldn’t complain though and decided to text Dina that you’d both be coming over the next day.

-

"When she's going to sleep, leave the binky on her onesie clip, she does this thing nowadays where she wants to put it in herself" Ellie explains to Joel what her already knows, and you can tell the old man wants to roll his eyes at her authoritativenesses.

"Honey, I've done this before, it's just going to be 3 hours, plus she sleeps over at mine all the time" he, says as he begins shooing the two of you out the door.

"Alright bye old man, bye Lila" Ellie says as she looks down to her daughter who rests in the man’s arms. Lila waves the two of you goodbye and rests her head on Joel’s shoulder.

"Bye baby, I'll be back soon okay?"

"Bye momma"

-

Dina let’s the both of you into the house and you’re welcomed by the smell of the grill and loud shouting coming from what you assumed was her sons room.

“The place looks clean for once, did you hire a maid of something” Ellie teases, knowing Dina hated cleaning up.

“Oh shut up, I cleaned it myself for your information, now go get the wine glasses and put them on the table” She commands, earning an eye roll from Ellie.

“Fine” Ellie agrees as Dina stares daggers at her, not before flipping her off and then running into the kitchen.

"Hey, you look nice" Dina smiles and pulls you in for a hug, her sweet perfume catching your breath. Before you could pull back she whispers to you. "How did you manage to get her here so easily"

"Thank you, and honestly I don’t even know, she’s been pretty agreeable as of recent" you laugh as she lets go of you.

"Jesse’s just getting the salmon off the grill, he’s trying to copy a recipe of this fancy cookbook, so if it sucks I apologise in advance" you just laugh and the two of you head into the dining area.

-

"So Y/n, when do you think you'll be going back to work?" Dina asks, before picking up her wine glass and downing a gulp of the red liquid.

"I'm not actually sure, I've been toying with the idea of working from home but I- I don't know" you say.

"Since when?" Ellie asks, her voice sounding more agitated than you'd like it to be.

"Since I like spending time with Lila, she's not that bad of a kid" you try make light of the situation, after all the two of you were in the company of your friends and you didn't want to start an argument in-front of them.

"You said I pressured you into staying home and now you’re deciding that you finally want it?" Ellie’s voice has risen, and you can feel the embarrassment seeping throughout your body.

"Ellie, we're in the company of others, tone it down please" you hiss at her.

"No. Why is it that when I suggested it, it was pressure and now that you want it, it’s just your choice" Dina and Jesse are sat across from the two of you, awkwardly. Trying not to add fuel to the fire. Jesse fidgets with his fork and Dina swishes the wine in her glass, in circles.

"Ellie stop" you whisper shout, as if they aren't across from you two. Ellie gets up and excuses herself, walking out the front door. You remain in your seat and drop your head into your hands. Dina immediately rounds the table to come to your side and Jesse gets up and rubs your shoulder, as he makes his way outside.

"You okay y/n?" She questions as she kneels next to you rubbing circles around your back, trying to soothe you.

"She’s just so complicated, I'm trying everything and we just can't seem to make it work. I didn't want to tell anyone, because I don't want anyone knowing how much of a fuck up I am but, we're in couples therapy"

"There's nothing embarrassing about that y/n , Jesse and I did that too" she confesses. Your ears perk up and you lift your head from your hands.

"Really?"

"Yes, after I had JJ I struggled with horrible postpartum depression, and Jesse felt like it was his fault, and then we started drifting apart, so we saw a counsellor."

"Was it, i don't know... did it help?" You sniffle, while looking up at her expectantly.

"Obviously our relationship will never go back to how it was at the start, we'll never get back the honeymoon period , but we managed to mend the broken bits of our relationship. Trust me y/n wounds mend over time." You smile up at her, sniffling while you wipe away your tears and hug her.

The front door opens, and Ellie and Jesse make their way back into the dining room. Jesse smiles up at you, empathetically and sits down next to Dina, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Y/n , let's go" Ellie murmurs softly as she stands by the dining rooms arched entryway. You look at Dina and she nods, getting up and walking you to the door.

-

"Thank you so much D, it was amazing before... you know. But either way, the food was amazing. Jesse I said the dinner was great"

"No problem, and I'll pass your regards to the chef" she smiles and hugs you as you climb into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go?" Ellie asks as she turns to look at you, you mutter a quick yes and she starts the engine of the car. You ignore her for the rest of the car ride, a tactic you know will always get to her, as she is insatiable for attention at all times. Instead of going the route to your home, she pulls into a secluded are, of what you assumed was a recreational park.

"I'm sorry." She says firmly, grabbing your face by the chin to look at you, eye to eye.

"I don't forgive you." You spit back, as you turn back to the windshield and cross your arms like a child.

"The attitude, really?" She questions, you can hear the smirk rising in her voice.

"Mhm, it's what you deserve." She starts unbuckling her belt and you can't help but clench around nothing, you loved when she was dominant like that.

"Can I fuck you, right here, right now?" She questions, you're still pissed at her, livid if anything but you can't deny her, you needed the hate sex. No you CRAVED it.

"Fine" you act nonchalant, when in reality, you're drooling, sopping wet. You're sure there's a snail trail left behind on your underwear.

Whimpering with need, you slip your free hand up your dress, push aside your panties, and toy with your clit. She rubs, back and forth, twice and then reaches for your breasts . You mewl the moment she begins to knead them. Your wife begins pinching your nipple and tugging at it. While your fingers grow slick with your own juices.

She begins to bunch up your dress, pulling it up and over your shoulders. You greedily move your body in a way that allows  her to do so. Neither of you waste any time. Her hands are on your hips, and you are swinging your leg over so that you can straddle her.

Ellie mouths your cleavage, her tongue leaving trails of saliva that follow as she kisses her way down. You place your hands on her shoulders to keep your from falling as she leans you backwards. You can feel the strap prodding you. You ground down against it, earning an array of curses.

She positions you on your hands and knees so that you are stretched across the leather seats. Her fingers dip into your panties and for a moment, before she retracts, making you all the more greedy.

She tugs your panties down. The strap teasing your entrance, swiping along your folds. She fucks your outer lips, her hands guiding your hips back and forth. Drool begins to trail out of the corner of your lips, and you slurped what you could back into your mouth so that you don't give her the satisfaction of knowing you are aroused.

"You don't deserve this, pussy" you moan, not caring how out of breath you are, or how petty you sound. She snaps her hips forward angrily, stroking the spot inside of you that has your legs nearly in spasms. She knows your body so well.

"Really, cause by the way you're squeezing on me, it seems like I do" she replies cockily, before letting out a loud groan. Her lips are now on your neck, her body envelops  yours as she thrusts wildly in and out of you. You turn your head to the side, catching her lips. Your tongues danced together, hers working against yours more fiercely when she begins to toy with your clit with two fingers.

Your vision blurs, eyelids flutter as your orgasm washes over you. Her hands keep you from collapsing. Neither of you made the move to break apart for several seconds. You enjoy the feeling of her so full inside of you, of her holding you as you both come down from your high.

"I love you" she pants as she slips out, you let out a loud wince at the emptiness. You turn back around and quickly search for your dress and throw it back on.

"Then start acting like it." You say to her, as you pull down your dress and buckle yourself in.

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/30/2024) Episode: Raging Misfortune

Things had been going good for Luigi and his family, until one dark and stormy night life decided to turn the tables on them once again.

Luigi was looking forward to combating a raging headache with an iron rich late-night snack after putting Skye down for the evening. Heading into the kitchen he found his wife standing at the window looking worriedly out into the gloom.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gathering her into his arms. “Have you seen Blossom?” she replied, “I can’t find her anywhere.”

Luigi thought for a moment, “Actually no, I haven’t seen her for awhile. You checked all her favorite hiding spots?”

Noemi nodded “She’s nowhere in the house, and I’m really worried she got disoriented in the storm and can’t find her way back home.”

Luigi spun into his everyday clothes and grabbed an umbrella, grimacing at the pounding in his head. “I’ll go look for her, but can you fix me a snack while I’m gone? I already took my supplement and some aspirin, but my head is still killing me.” “No problem.” she nodded “I’ll have something tasty waiting for you when you get back. Good luck and be careful out there!”

Luigi huddled under his umbrella in the pounding rain, calling out for his feline friend: “Blossom! Where are you girl?”

He’d only gone a short distance from the house when a fierce gust of wind turned his rain protection inside out. Dropping the now useless tangle of twisted metal spines and fabric, he squinted into the dark night. Quickly soaked through and seeing no sign of his furry girl he was contemplating turning around to hightail it back inside when he spotted a gray blob dashing for cover up ahead and heard a plaintive “meow…”

“Blossom!” he cried “Its OK baby, I’m coming” He ran towards the tree but only got a couple steps when he was suddenly lifted off his feet, thousands of volts of electrical energy coursing through his body as he was struck by a vicious bolt of lightning.

For a moment Luigi was completely disoriented, his head aching more than ever and every limb tingling… except one.

Just like when he’d been shocked at the park on their honeymoon Luigi’s mousing hand was completely numb. “It’ll be fine” he muttered, doing his best to push that concern to the back of his mind as he stumbled over to where his cat was hiding, soaked and shaking.

Clumsily scooping Blossom up Luigi cradled her against him and headed back towards home.

“What happened!?” Noemi cried as Luigi stumbled inside, awkwardly holding their fur baby, his body blackened; eyes slightly crossed.

“Well… the good news is I found Blossom” he began, plopping her down on the counter and practically falling onto one of the barstools “The bad news is I got struck by lightening in the process. I’m seriously dazed, my head feels like its going to split in two, and I can’t feel my hand… again”

“Oh honey.” Noemi whispered “Stay right there. I’m going to get someone to come over and watch Skye; then we’re taking you to the hospital. Here…” she pushed a plate of spinach salad topped with grilled salmon towards him “get this into your belly while I make some calls.”

Unfortunately, the smell of the usually delicious dish turned Luigi’s stomach. He dizzily pushed the plate away, opting instead to close his eyes and rest his spinning head on the table while he waited for Noemi to locate someone willing to brave the weather and the late hour.

A hand on his shoulder roused him from his daze, Bonnie’s familiar voice calling out: “My dude! You look like death warmed over.”

“Thanks a bunch, its good to see you too” he groaned back at his old friend, lifting his good hand and waving it vaguely towards her in greeting.

“Really, thanks for coming out Bonnie” Noemi interjected “Skye probably won’t even wake up, but I feel a lot better knowing you’re here if he needs anything.” Bonnie smiled back and promised to keep watch while Noemi took “their biggest baby” to get the medical attention he clearly needed.

By the time they arrived at the clinic and were shown to a room Luigi was feeling a bit less dazed. Unfortunately, that only gave him the mental space to start worrying about his hand, which still felt like a dead weight at the end of his arm.

His dismay only grew when the doctor declared his iron levels “lower than we’d like to see” and ordered an iron infusion to be added to the cocktail of IV fluids and pain meds he was already receiving. The only other time he’d needed an infusion it had left him nauseous and disoriented.

Still, he was happy to endure a bit more of that to get rid of his nasty headache. Even better, the strange contraption they wrapped around his hand to warm and massage it was finally beginning to bring some of the feeling back. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly better than nothing!

Just like before the doctor told them that the electrical shock had likely irritated Luigi’s Carpel Tunnel. He was ordered not to attempt any strenuous activity, including computer work, involving his hand until he regained full feeling.

When pressed, his provider couldn’t give them a timeline on when Luigi could expect to be able to resume normal activity. “There’s no way of knowing how much damage the wild current did to you. I put a referral to a hand surgeon in your chart. If you aren’t satisfied with your recovery in a few days, follow up with them about more invasive treatment options.”

When they got back home to Bonnie early in the morning, Luigi thanked her for her help before heading off to run himself a nice warm bath.

“Is he going to be OK?” his friend asked Noemi once he was safely out of earshot “I don’t know” she shook her head sadly “but I hope so. We just have to wait and see.” With a hug and best wishes, the pair parted ways to begin their day.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[heroloverangel]

Good Morning

Ingenium remains #1 on the list of characters who deserve more screentime.

You’ve never been a morning person, but this is ridiculous. For weeks now, you’ve woken up every day feeling nauseous beyond belief. Every meal has become a 50/50 chance of your stomach rebelling and sending you running for the nearest bathroom and you’re rapidly getting tired of it. You knew pregnancy wasn’t going to be easy, but you assumed you’d get to enjoy at least a little bit of those wacky cravings instead of gagging at the sight of most normal foods.

You stagger out of bed this morning, just like every other morning this week, into the kitchen and drop heavily into a chair at the table. Tensei’s been awake for awhile; coffee is just the latest item on the list of smells that make you queasy, and he’s been great about drinking it as far away from you as possible. “Hey,” he smiles over at you from his place at the stove and you groan back weakly. “You having another rough morning?”

You give a dismissive shrug. “I still feel like garbage, but it’s better than yesterday.”

He nods and reaches for a pan. “At least that’s something. Think you can handle some breakfast?” You weren’t hungry a minute ago, but your stomach rumbles at the suggestion and he laughs. “I take it you want your usual?”

Your usual at this point is just plain eggs with no seasoning. There aren’t many foods you’re able to reliably keep down when you wake up, but a boring plate of eggs is certainly the most convenient. You’re not unreasonable enough to demand freshly grilled salmon every morning, and you’d just feel bad sending him out for those chocolate-stuffed croissants from the cafe a few blocks away that always has a line out the door in the mornings. You’re more than happy enough with your bland scramble made with love by your adoring husband.

Or at least you would be, if your stomach didn’t choose today to betray you yet again. One moment you’re sitting peacefully at the table watching Tensei stir a spatula around the pan, and the next moment you catch the scent of the frying eggs and have to actively fight your gag reflex. Without a word you lurch out of your chair and rush for the bathroom, illness rising higher in your throat with every second. “This sucks,” you wail to him across the house between heaves; you know he’s busy with the fire hazard on the stove and only vaguely hear him yell back a sympathetic response.

After twenty minutes you pry yourself away from the anchor that is your toilet, gargle half a bottle of mouthwash, and then collapse back into your bed. Tensei reappears soon enough with a tray for you, only toast and ginger ale, and you sulk as you pick at your new breakfast while he rubs your back soothingly. “I wish I could do something to help.”

You relax into his touch and sigh. “I wish there was anything you could do. The doctor said it should pass in a couple more weeks and we’ve just got to wait it out.”

He runs a hand through your disheveled hair. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job handling this. I know it can’t be easy.”

You smile faintly and cuddle closer against him. “Oh no, it’s awful. But I’ve got the best hero in the world giving me plenty of support.”

“Best hero, huh?” His grin matches your own, and you can feel his stubble when he leans over to kiss your cheek. “If you’re already that impressed, I guess I didn’t need to call the cafe and order some of those croissants.”

You force yourself to swallow the bite of toast you just put in your mouth. “Hey now, I didn’t say that.”

You’ve always loved his laugh. “Think you can wait about thirty minutes for them?”

“That’s a big ask,” you tease and take a small sip of your ginger ale. You know it’s supposed to help with nausea, but you drink so much of it you’re starting to hate the taste. “I’m guessing your brother wouldn’t be willing to speedrun them over, huh?”

Tensei’s eyes crinkle with happiness at your joke, “You know that sense of humor is just one of the many reasons I married you.”

“Oh really? You know we’ve got thirty minutes, we’ve got time for you to tell me all the other reasons.”

You’ll be the first to admit that this morning didn’t exactly get off to a great start. Now though, as you curl up in your husband’s arms with his pipes positioned safely out of your way, your mood’s improved significantly. There’s a cool breeze coming in from the window with the morning sunshine, and you get the feeling you’ll doze off before the food arrives. You don’t mind that idea, you know your precious croissants will be waiting for you when you wake up.

You let out a yawn and blink up at him. “Love you, Ten.”

“I love you too. Go ahead and get some rest, you two need it.” His voice is soft, and the last thought you have before you fall back asleep is that no one else in the world could ever make you this happy.

[carelessflower]

monday + tuesday recap 🍣♨️

yes i forgot to do for yesterday so im combining the two what about it

monday

so it so strange my friend ask me to share her meal cause she forgot to eat lmaooo seaweed and package egg welp I got her something back so it's fair

and i walked home but being so tired then got some sushi but like small portions cause well...me no millionaire. the place also near my house and in this very diner but many people just prefer to get drunk

ranking:

stir fried mushroom: 7/10, usually this would be a 9 for me I love the way they fried the mushroom with butter but this one got the lemon sprinkled over and it just taste weird...

grilled fish: 8/10, a solid grilled fish, I think they marinated with soy sauce or something

grilled cheese eel maki roll: 8/10, would be higher if I dont have a complicated relationship with cheese

slightly grilled salmon roll: 9/10, so yummy

takoyaki (Japanese octopus cake): 9/10, I always love this dish it so cheap and easy to eat lmaoo. but I wished there been bigger octopus pieces inside etho

grilled eel with rice: 9.5/10, honestly best dish of the night, the richness of the eel and the egg and the salty but still not overwhelming sense of soy sauce it just ugh

sashimi: 9.5/10, the decoration are so much prettier than our last time visit, so that a boost

then because tired me required some sugar we walked to have some juice and I had this massive sugar cane cup

onto tuesday due to ac malfunctioning, i was very cranky to class and decided to skip breakfast and my bestie give me this aweeee, im literally friends with all the bestest people on this earth. she even said cause she saw me developing a liking to perfume so she gave me this sample :>>>>

i don't smell much pumpkin tho, but it smell semi sweet and then fade into this really warm and soft cinnamon milky coffee smell

then had instant noodle for dinner, cause its the end of the month and I have many regret

[razrogue]

Describe your OC - Anaya Jefferson (Infamous)

For my @infamous-if OC, Lia Rose (her stage name)

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice.

I'm strictly going to go for her singing voice (she is in a music band universe after all lol) and Kelela is closest to what I imagine for her.

👀 - How do they look like? Give an overall description of them

I made them in this picrew until I figure out a face claim. She's dyed her hair green since she was 13, has seven piercings - got her ears first pierced as a baby & got the rest of them between 14-16 (Seven went with her for her eyebrow at 16 and held her hand throughout). She's got deep brown skin, the biggest brown eyes to lose yourself in, big lips, is 5'7" tall, and usually wears her hair in braids, flat twists, a top bun, or a flat twist out (her natural hair is about mid back length). Besides Seven's initials on her right wrist, she has a butterfly tattoo on her right upper arm, the name of the first song she wrote (find the light) underneath the left side of her ribs, and a big bouquet of flowers on her left upper thigh. She definitely plans to get more, just hadn't decided on what else she wants yet.

💐 - Their favorite plant/flower

Her favorite flowers are coneflowers, zinnias, and peonies.

👗- Describe their style

Very boho for the most part. Flowy tops, crop tops, maxi skirts and dresses, wide leg pants, sweaters, sundresses, leggings, scarf wraps. She lives for cute comfort.

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

Flattered and she'd cherish it. She's kept the handful she's received from people.

🤦‍♀️ - Something that continues to embarrass them to this day

When she first dyed her hair, she tried to do it alone and ended up not getting the color all over. Her parents decided to let her live with her patchy multi-toned hair but a friend's mom ended up helping her try to fix it. That led to her first set of braids to hide the issue. Whenever someone remembers her terrible first dye job, it still makes her embarrassed.

😊 - Something that always makes them smile

When she's writing songs and the words flow freely, when butterflies are all over the garden she has at home, first spoon of ice cream on a warm day, when her flat twist out turns out just right

💢 - How do they handle being annoyed?

Anaya usually lets most things slide but when she can't, she has to walk away and be alone. She might go outside and just walk for a bit or she'll go meditate for a bit. She knows annoyance can quickly escalate to anger for her so she tries to remove herself from the situation in order to prevent that.

🐕 - Favorite animal?

Lemurs & otters (thanks to nature shows growing up), rabbits, and cats

🥘 - Favorite food?

Grilled citrus salmon, oxtail with rice and peas, roasted sweet potatoes, red velvet cake, mint chocolate chip ice cream

🍸- Favorite drink?

Mango smoothies, honey citrus mint tea, pineapple serrano margaritas

🌹 - Do they have a signature scent? Perfume, shampoo or alike?

This is the closest I can think of for her signature scent as far as perfume. Her shampoo would smell like white pepper lavender or tobacco vanilla. Anaya's favorite scents can lean spicy or fresh/clean/herbaceous or a little woody.

🎳 - Do they have hobbies? If yes, what are they?

Painting, swimming, writing poetry, cycling, playing piano, writing songs, gardening, axe throwing

👤 - Do they enjoy being alone, or do they thrive around people better?

Anaya definitely thrives around people. Growing up like she did, her parents barely paid attention or were always absent, it affected her a lot so now she doesn't really like being on her own too much.

🍁 - Their favorite season and why?

Summer! Anaya's always loved being outside in the warmth and sunshine, getting to hang and practice with friends uninterrupted, and writing at night beneath a clear starry sky.

[kamil-a]

end of s4 spoilers hale fic hiiii

when jacob hale looks up, he sees the sky.

it's a brilliant shade of blue. higher up than any ceiling, crisscrossed by wires here and there between buildings. puffs of white, clouds, float lazily across. it makes him dizzy to look at. he sits down heavily on the concrete before he falls.

concrete, there's another new one. well, technically not new, he thinks, but.... no, new, it can be new. as far as he's concerned he's never ever seen it before. he's seen tile and linoleum and sometimes carpet and metal and the rough, chalky surface of typhon itself, but not sidewalk. it's harsh and scratches his hands.

wind. birdsong. he's behind a building, alone save for a few full garbage bins (aerolith standard, familiar) but he can hear the chatter of people walking around, probably doing a great deal better getting out of their pods than he. the rattle rattle rushing-by of people with stretchers for those who have done worse.

uncontrollably, he starts to cry. the sky blurs. he curls up, buries his face in his knees. the fabric of his pants is familiar against his cheek. he cries even more.

he half-expects (hopes?) any second now to hear a whirr from inside his head, and for the tears to stop like a faucet turned off- do not waste fluids, a lecture on the dangers of dehydration. it doesn't happen, of course. he keeps crying. he can't stop it alone.

eventually- he has no idea how long- there is a sound, a chime in his head. general notice. it is sunset, speaker informs everyone. hale lets the broadcast wash over him. your schedule will be delivered individually. you should be wherever you're supposed to be when the sun goes down.

and then, softer, just to him- i recommend watching.

so he looks, of course.

it isn't the quick dimming of lights he's used to. slowly, the sky begins to change. it's almost too subtle to notice it until suddenly there it is, the sky lit up in pinks and oranges. more colors he's never seen before. it's breathtaking. (every breath he does take smells of something new.) he wants to look away, hide his face in his hands, but it has been recommended that he watch this. so he looks. of course.

when it is finally all dark-

well, what did you think of your first sunset?

there is even more of a smile than usual in speaker's voice.

"i-" hale coughs, unused to speaking. his throat is dry. he tries again. it waits for him.

"it's beautiful," he says, more because he thinks it's what speaker wants to hear than anything else. it's objectively true, though. it is beautiful. he just doesn't know what to think about it.

his stomach twists.

you must be hungry, speaker says, but he really doesn't want to eat right now. well, speaker has all the data. perhaps he is hungry.

i would have you report to the cafeteria, but... in this case, i think your current location is an advantage. you will want to stay inconspicuous, and there is very low traffic to this area until the garbage gets removed tomorrow morning. I'll have something brought out to you.

he sits. he thinks about food. fine, maybe he's hungry. after a few minutes a small construct (is that what he looked like?) rolls out to him bearing a container and a large bottle, before sweeping up some loose dirt and litter and rolling away.

I gave you more than your usual hydration portion to account for the lost fluids, speaker explains. the practicality grounds him. he starts out with a sip of whatever it is- the same electrolyte solution as he's used to. emboldened, he opens the container. vegetables, thats something he knows. instant mashed potato. the protein source is unfamiliar, but the smell makes his mouth water. speaker is thrilled about it, so he's fortunately saved from having to ask.

aerolith dynamics is proud to inform you that that is grilled salmon you've got on your plate! So recently brought back from extinction, and immediately jumped to the top three in favorite protein source surveys among our earth division. go on, have a bite.

he bites. chews slowly, swallows. it's not bad. he couldn't say what's in it. salt, perhaps.... lemon?

you don't get that on typhon, do you! speaker sounds smug.

"I've had fish," he says automatically. he doesn't like the dig at typhon's food. he can't explain why. he just doesn't. he takes another bite so speaker won't ask him about it and he doesn't have to admit that the lab-synthezised "tuna fish" sandwich he and some other brave souls tried out at lunch for a week before it was recalled didn't resemble this whatsoever. and that this probably tastes, objectively, way better. his stomach churns. he feels sick. you dont simply skip a meal at aerolith and waste valuable food, and throw off your nutrition plan. he forces a bite of mashed potato into his mouth.

your brain needs proper nutrition to run. as he eats and drinks he can start to see the shape of what bothers him, and it's so stupid. it's embarassing. he can't tell speaker, can't risk insulting it, but he can think the words at least. speaker is in his head but not, you know, in his head.

he's earthstained.

literally- as in, the gravel in his boots and the dirt on the back of his pants. but also, it has only been a few hours and already he has looked up at the sky. he has seen his first sunset, and tomorrow he will probably see his first sunrise. he knows how dark the night gets, the sounds of birds. every breath he takes smells of earth.

when things go back to normal, he-

they won't. not his normal, anyway. he's going to be "set free".

but- he cant help but imagine going back to the only life he knows- if he did ever go back. he would be like all the others, another resident who sighs and says they miss clouds, they miss birds, that they miss the way the air smells after it rains, the air smells so sterile here. someone would say they miss being able to watch the sunset and he would agree. and he would miss the sunset too.

he- sven-he, not hale-he- had been asked for feedback, that time with the tuna sandwich. he'd been the first to take a bite, and he'd said "it's good", earning various doubtful looks from everyone else (and one the nutrition technician will be delighted to hear that, thank you for your feedback.) the person sitting across from him took a bite next. they chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed, and said "it's not bad, but it's not the real thing."

he forces into his mouth another bite of the real thing.

sayer would probably know a story about this.

[queenofthedepths]

How your Venus placement influences your senses 🌹🍰 PART ONE

We all know Venus as the planet of love, but did you know that this planet also has a direct impact on our sensory preferences and what we find to be pleasurable and luxurious? Whether it's textures, colors, scents, sounds, or tastes, the sign and house of Venus can play a significant role in shaping our experience with the 5 senses.

Although this is primarily focused on Venus, you can also check for your Moon sign and Sun sign.

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Venus in Aries/1st House:

Colors: Bold, bright, vivid colors. Eye-catching and fiery colors. Intense reds and oranges. Colors that resonate with their passionate and assertive nature. Electric blue, hot pink, or vibrant yellow. Colors that create strong visual contrast or appear daring. Warm hues such as gold, salmon, terracotta, maroon or burgundy may also be appealing.

Textures: Rough fabrics, leather, or metallic surfaces. Textures that are stimulating and invigorating. Sleek metals such as stainless steel or polished chrome. Fabrics with raised patterns, such as jacquard or brocade. Embossed leather, mesh netting, or rib-knit patterns could not only add more visual interest but could add a more intriguing tactile sensation.

Scents: Citrusy, spicy, or woody fragrances with a hint of zest or warmth. Scents that wake you up or give you a boost of energy. Smells such as cinnamon, ginger and black pepper or lemon, orange and grapefruit. Scents with exotic or adventurous undertones jasmine, ylang-ylang, or sandalwood. Or invigorating, stimulating fragrances such as peppermint, eucalyptus, bergamot.

Sounds: Beats that are lively and energetic, such as rock, pop or electronic music. Music with a strong sense of rhythm that makes you want to move or dance. Upbeat hip-hop, afrobeat, latin music or reggae can tap into their love for dynamic and spirited sounds. Songs with bold lyrics, anthemic qualities, and passionate vocals. Nature sounds such as crashing waves, chirping birds, roaring thunderstorms, or crackling fire.

Tastes: Flavors that are bold and adventurous. Spicy, tangy or intense flavors that give you a kick or can really stimulate your palate. Dishes that are well-seasoned and flavored with chili peppers, hot sauces or fiery spices. Citrus fruits and lemon-infused dishes. Savory, robust tastes such as grilled steaks, spicy barbecue, umami-packed sauces, or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, or cumin.

Visuals: Imagery that evokes a sense of action and adventure. Watching sports, dance performances, action movies, fashion runways or looking at visually striking artworks. Visuals that convey movement. Live concerts, action-packed video games, adventure novels and media that depicts strong, confident individuals. Paintings, comics and films about courageous heroes, inspiring leaders, or fierce warriors. Spaces that are modern, edgy, provocative or avant-garde.

Venus in Taurus/2nd House:

Colors: Rich, earthy, soothing colors. Hues that remind them of nature such as greens, browns and jewel tones such as emerald, sapphire, and amethyst. Colors that evoke a sense of luxury and wealth such as burgundy, gold, or royal purple. Neutrals such as ivory, cream, or taupe can also be appealing as they create a sense of elegance and sophistication.

Textures: Silk, velvet, and cashmere. Soft, luxurious fabrics that are comforting to the touch and evokes a sense of coziness. Suede and felted wool. Plush materials such as knitwear and faux fur. Smooth marble, polished wood, and ceramic pottery offer them a good balance between refinement and natural elements. Fabrics made from natural fibers such as cotton, hemp, or bamboo, which offer a soft and breathable feel against the skin.

Scents: Floral, earthy, or warm scents. Natural smells such as rose, freshly cut grass, jasmine and honeysuckle. Fragrances that bring a sense of tranquility and help connect them to nature or scents that evoke feelings of comfort and luxury. Sensual and inviting smells such as patchouli, amber or musk. Rich, decadent scents such as warm vanilla, cinnamon, cocoa or juicy scents such as ripe strawberries, luscious peach, or creamy coconut.

Sounds: Gentle, soothing melodies. The calming sounds of nature such as birds singing, rustling leaves, ocean waves, or rain falling. Music that provides a comforting ambience such as soft instrumental music, acoustic folk songs, or smooth jazz. Music that is serene and atmospheric. Amorous, sultry, sensual tunes such R&B ballads, bossa nova or classical slow-tempo romantic songs.

Tastes: Rich, decadent flavors. Foods that are sweet, creamy and evoke a sense of sensuality like caramel, honey, or desserts made with ripe and luscious fruits. Earthy or hearty flavors are also appealing such as roasted vegetables, grilled meats, flavorful stews or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, sage or basil. Comfort foods such as mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, or creamy soups. Indulgent tastes like rich red wine and decadent chocolate.

Visuals: Images that are elegant, refined, and comforting. Natural landscapes such as lush green forests, blooming flowers, and serene mountains. Classical architecture, graceful artworks, and interiors that exude a sense of sophistication and timeless beauty. Floral arrangements and glamorous spaces. Media such as period dramas, romance movies, nature documentaries, artistic performances or cooking shows.

Venus in Gemini/3rd House:

Colors: Vibrant, lively and bold colors. Shades that are eye-catching and stimulate the senses such as sunny yellow, electric blue, or bright orange. Color combinations that contrast with each other such as complementary colors or black and white. May also enjoy multi-colored patterns or psychedelic hues.

Textures: Silk, chiffon, and organza. Fabrics that are light, airy and easy to move in. Sheer and feather-light materials. Textured surfaces that stimulate them such a raised patterns, embossed leather, or embroidery. Could also be drawn to smooth and glossy textures like satin or metal. Likely to enjoy mixing and matching, so they can get the best of both worlds.

Scents: Fresh, bright, clean scents. Citrus fragrances such as lemon, orange, or grapefruit. Light and airy floral scents like lavender, or rose. Clean linen, cotton or ocean breeze. Smells that evoke a sense of freshness and energy. Eucalyptus and peppermint. May also enjoy exotic or spicy scents such as cinnamon or cardamom. May be drawn to fragrances that blur the lines between masculine and feminine.

Sounds: Upbeat, energetic, and eclectic. Lively genres such as pop, rock, or electronic can appeal to them. Playful beats like hip-hop or swing music. Experimental sounds such as alternative, indie, or avant-garde music. Music with engaging lyrics, meaningful messages, or witty wordplay. Podcasts and audiobooks that provide stimulating information or storytelling. Social ambience such as busy coffee shops or bustling city streets.

Tastes: Versatile and adventurous flavors. Dishes with a diverse blend of seasonings or ones that incorporate exotic fruits and vegetables such as dragon fruit or lychee. They usually enjoy trying cuisine from all over the world and being exposed to new flavors. Fusion dishes the blend different cultures together. Flavors that are light, fresh and invigorating such as crisp salads with zesty dressings, citrus-infused dishes, or light and refreshing desserts

Visuals: Imagery that is vibrant, playful, and dynamic. Visuals that evoke a sense of whimsy and humor. Designs with intricate patterns, unexpected color combinations, or visual illusions that help stimulate the mind and evoke curiosity. Films that make you laugh, thought-provoking documentaries, and mystery dramas that leave you wondering what happens next. Multimedia artworks, graphics that convey movement, street or travel photography.

Venus in Cancer/4th House:

Colors: Soft, muted, pastel colors. Baby blue, pale pink, lavender, and mint green. Colors that evoke a sense of comfort such as soft brown or warm terracotta. Or colors the remind them of the moon and night sky such as black, white and silver. Antique whites, faded yellows, or sepia tones can evoke a sense of sentimental charm and evoke memories of the past.

Textures: Lace, cashmere, fleece and velvet. Fabrics that are delicate, soft and cozy. Smooth materials such as marble, satin or silk. Cozy knits and fluffy blankets that provide a sense of warmth and security. Fabrics like cotton, linen or bamboo can also help them feel comforted and grounded, as it offers a sense of connection to the natural world.

Scents: Homey, nurturing, aquatic scents. Fragrances like jasmine, rose, lily, or violet that evoke feelings of romance and tenderness. Sweet and warm aromas such as vanilla, honey, caramel or cinnamon and nutmeg can provide a sense of warmth and comfort. Fragrances that remind them of home and nurturing environments like freshly baked goods, clean sheets, or baby powder. And smells that remind them of the ocean or the sea breeze.

Sounds: Heartfelt, nostalgic, and sentimental. Music that stirs their emotions, that expresses deep feelings, vulnerability, or explores themes of love, home and childhood. Calming nature sounds like ocean waves, falling rain, or singing birds. Vocalists that convey warmth and comfort with soft-spoken words and soothing tones. Soulful music, folk or acoustic could be something they enjoy. As well as any vintage music.

Tastes: Home-cooked, traditional flavors. Comfort foods like mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, soups, stews, or warm baked goods. Flavors that remind them of their ancestral roots or helps them feel connected to their heritage. Foods with fresh and nurturing ingredients. Organic and locally sourced foods. Indulgent desserts such as pies, cakes and creamy puddings. Sweet and savory combinations such as maple-glazed bacon, pineapple pizza or salted caramel.

Visuals: Imagery that is inviting, serene, and nostalgic. Vintage photographs, retro fashion, or images that capture bygone eras. Comfortable, well-decorated spaces with warm lighting, plush textiles, and sentimental objects. Nature scenes that involve water such as tranquil beaches, lakes or gently flowing rivers. Images that have a dreamy, ethereal quality. Preferred media genres may include: fantasy, romance, historical, vintage, cartoons or family-oriented media.