#and he always is like my compliments to the chef they have great taste in tv channels

[soup-child]

Ron Stampler goes to bars and restaurants to just sit and watch tv

[anifever]

omggg I love ur Lottie!reader hc’s! Could you do one where the reader acts like Tiana? A super independent, great cook and no-nonsense gal with good humor is someone I think the whole gang would rlly love

Gang w/ a Tiana!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : Curtis gang with a reader who’s like Tiana from ‘Princess and the Frog’

A/N : Why does my theme mess up when I do requests kms. Once again, sorry if these are a bit short <\3 I have so many other requests I’m working on so bare with me

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Darry

୨ IMO, he’d be the best choice for someone with that personality to be paired with

୨ The gang is terrified of pissing either of you off

୨ My ongoing hc/scenario of him = throwing flour at each other whilst cooking together continues to hold up

୨ He thinks you’re the perfect mix of sweet with a bit of sour

୨ If you have a little restaurant, etc; he’s always gloating about it

୨ He’s honestly a little shy about it like one of his coworkers asks abt you during a lunch break and he’s just like “Well….🤭🤭🤭”

୨ You guys both share your parents recipes with each other

୨ He’s the one who’s always cooking for his brothers/the guys, so it’s helpful when he gets a bigger range of things to make

୨ Also helpful that you offer to cook with him or just do it yourself sometimes

୨ He gets pretty worried when he notices you overworking yourself (ironic.)

୨ You both try to help each other through it and take some burdens off one another’s shoulders

୨ You’re both super independent; power couple

Two-Bit

୨ You love to cook, he loves to eat

୨ You’re his saving grace

୨ You also match his sense of humor which makes you the full package in his eyes

୨ He can’t compliment you without you brushing him off and he hates it LMAO

୨ He just wants to butter you up but you’re so humble

୨ Then again, he gets all shy when you start sweet-talking him back

୨ You spoil him with food constantly

୨ “Baby, you’re an amazing cook ‘n all, but I’m gainin’ a bit of a belly-” then you just shut him up by stuffing his mouth with more food

୨ You don’t gaf about his weight you just like coddling your funny lil’ handsome guy

୨ Like I said, he cannot stop complimenting you, like it’s impossible for him

୨ He thinks you’re perfect and feels the need to constantly rub it in other people’s faces that they don’t have someone like you

୨ Like he bagged a woman who can cook, is funny, nice, gorgeous, and stays humble about all of it????

୨ It will forever be his greatest achievement

Steve

୨ You keep him in check

୨ He can be such a smartass sometimes but he learned not to mess around with you fast

୨ Just sits and watches you cook sometimes because he’s so mesmerized by it

୨ He debates on stealing ads for your restaurant he sees around town since he’s so proud of you but then he decides it’s probably bad to lower your promo

୨ He says “There’s my favorite chef 😋” with the dumbest grin on his face whenever he sees you after a while of being apart

୨ If anyone dares to say something bad about you or your food, etc- his ass is NOT having it

୨ His smart-ness comes in handy in cases like that

୨ Like I said, you can handle your own and he’s lowkey giggling and kicking his feet on the inside whenever he gets to witness it

୨ He’s like yes!!!! That’s my girl!!! 😣😣

୨ Borderline moans when he tastes something new of yours and you can’t tell if he’s playing it up or being serious

Dallas

୨ You walk him like a dog I’m crying

୨ You’re really kind most of the time, but he loves that you’re also able to handle yourself

୨ Like going to Buck’s together and some guy is being weird, he thinks he’ll have to step in but you handle it just fine on your own

୨ He wanted you to have his children after that.

୨ Anyways, you’re also really caring over him

୨ Not to mention super loyal which he’s not used to

୨ You always clean him up after fights (not without scolding him tho)

୨ Once again, if you own a place yourself or at least work somewhere, he’s always showing up out of the blue

୨ He reluctantly agrees to be on his best behavior when he visits

୨ That being said, when he hangs out with Pony and Johnny, he’s always bringing them there for food

୨ He tries to flirt with you whilst you’re on-job and you do not have any of it

Soda

୨ He’s always ready to be a taste-tester whenever you try a new recipe

୨ He’s just so supportive I’m sobbing I love him

୨ You pack him lil’ sweets for him to snack on during his shifts at the DX

୨ He watches you passionately talk about cooking/your job with hearts in his eyes

୨ Whenever girls come into the the DX to flirt with him, he takes the chance to promote your business/the place you work LMAOO

୨ He worries a bunch when you start working more than normal

୨ He tries to get you to take breaks but then you’re like “?? You do the same thing with your job” and he’s just like “Ah.. well, you got me there.”

୨ Realistically though, he gets where you’re coming from about “the only way to get what you want is through hard work” and relates to it

୨ That still doesn’t stop him from pouting when you seem more tired than usual when you take longer shifts, etc

୨ You start helping him and his brothers out financially once you start making more money

୨ He cries.

Johnny

୨ You try to help him with his confidence since you’ve got a lot of it yourself

୨ You make him feel secure

୨ You’re also a pretty big inspiration for him

୨ He doesn’t eat great considering his living conditions other than when he goes over to the Curtis’, so he’s basically getting full course meals when he’s with you

୨ You encourage him to get multiple helpings/take a few bites before the food’s done but then scold the other guys when they try to LMAO

୨ “Oh, so Johnny can eat it early but not us??”

୨ “What- was I supposed to let him STARVE?!?! 🙄”

୨ You care about him so much and always make sure he’s away from his parents as much as possible

୨ You’re aware he can also handle himself the same way you can, but you’re still protective over him nonetheless

୨ You have confronted his mom before and desperately tried to keep your usual down-to-earth and kind demeanor, but it didn’t work. At all.

୨ You and Two-Bit are one in the same when it comes to that woman

Pony

୨ He is SCARFING your food down

୨ I’m dead it’ll be gone so fast, he can’t help it

୨ Loves that you’re so headstrong since he’s the same way

୨ Anyways, imagine he brings home a small box filled with something you made him from school & Steve’s like “Where’d you get that from?? 🤨” and he gets all smug about it

୨ He refuses to let him have even the smallest bite

୨ You get along really easy with everyone and he loves that about you

୨ You’re always sticking up for him if he’s getting made fun of at school, on the street, etc

୨ It makes his lil’ heart hammer in his chest

୨ He visits you during your waitressing shifts

୨ Like he studies and does homework up at the counter while you work and he takes glances up at you every now and then AHHHHH

୨ He also probably does yours for you depending on how busy you are

୨ You repay him with food on the house though 😊

୨ Darry’s always asking him where he’s been and he’s like “… the diner in town…🧍” and he’s still suspicious but he’s just glad he’s not getting into trouble

[cera-writes]

your gambit fics are so good you write him amazingly 💕 gambit or magneto x reader fluff pls?

Merci, mon ami! <3 For real though, thank you that is such a great compliment!! I'll definitely write for both requests! Erik x Reader will be in a separate post. But I do plan on writing for him <3 Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy shows the reader how to make his famous creole gumbo and a confession with lots of fluff ensues tags: sfw, fluff, and Remy just being his lovable ragin' Cajun self.

"Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You were busy prepping supper in the kitchen of the mansion, taking over dinner duties that afternoon. Thing was though, that you couldn't quite figure out just what you wanted to make.

You'd pulled out every cookbook Professor Xavier had stored in the kitchen but nothing was quite to your liking.

You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over every recipe on every page but nothing spoke to you. You really just didn't know what you specifically had the taste for.

You sighed, growing frustrated with your lack of a decision for picking something to eat.

"Geez, this should not be that hard," you scolded yourself. "Screw it. I'm just gonna pop a frozen lasagna in the oven."

You had just opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen food and closed the door when you nearly had a heart attack seeing Gambit standing on the other side.

You nearly dropped the frozen lasagna before Remy grabbed it out of your hands.

Gambit took one look at the monstrocity you were about to make before tossing it back into the cold tundra. He then made a disgusted face.

"Gambit know you ain't about to cook that, petite!"

You folded your arms over your chest raising a brow at him. "You have any better ideas?" You asked, daring him to give you his suggestions.

"As a matter of fact I do, chere. Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You watched as he started pulling out different types of ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.

"Help Gambit out darlin' and grab that big pot out from over there," he pointed to one of the bottom cabinets that held all the cookware.

You huffed before doing just that as he laid out all the ingredients on the counter.

"Gambit gonna show you how to make his famous gumbo."

You had no objections. "Be my guest, monsieur."

He grinned at the use of your French vocabulary.

"It may take a while to cook but this'll have everybody comin' back for seconds," he smirked, grabbing a knife from the cutlery set.

He then motioned for you to stand in front of him, guiding the knife into your hand as he helped you chop some of the ingredients up.

Your back was pressed flush to his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was no secret that the two of you had unspoken feelings towards each other. He always found ways to brush up against you or use some excuse to get close to you. Right now was no exception either.

"Just like that, chere..." Remy trailed off, helping you slice up the food and put it into the pot. He was so close to your ear that you felt his breath tickle the sensitive skin there. It made your heart rate quicken.

"You're doin' a mighty fine job of that," Gambit praised you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He then moved away, letting you catch your breath. He knew exactly how to rile you up. And it always seemed to work.

Soon, he had the pot boiling on the stove. "Now we let it simmer to perfection," he made a little chef's kiss motion, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But in the meantime, Gambit can find other ways to pass the time with you ma petite." He tossed you a playful wink.

His eyes then trailed over your frame, noticing what you were wearing. "Not gonna lie chere, you look delectable in an apron."

You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide your smile at his compliment. He was such a shameless flirt.

He moved closer to you again, wanting to just be near you. He loved your presence. You somehow always had a way of lighting up the room when you were around. He backed you up against the counter, placing his hands on either sides of you.

"You wanna know somethin' ma cherie?" His gaze lowered to yours, face just mere inches from kissing you. You swallowed hard, wondering what he was about to say.

"Gambit has, well, liked you for a while. And ain't referring to like in a friend sort of way. You do somethin to me and I need to show you what that means..."

He cupped a hand to your cheek, leaning in as his stubble brushed against the skin there. His lips melted into yours, causing sparks to fly in a figurative sense. You gasped softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you.

Once you both finally pulled away for air, the pot had started boiling over.

"Merde!" Gambit cursed under his breath, reluctantly breaking away from you to tend to the food.

Once he got that settled, he immediately turned his attention back to you only to find you with your hands on your knees laughing at the whole situation. "What?" He smirked. "We almost let the food burn from makin' out."

"Exactly," you grinned, face flushed red with happiness and humor.

He couldn't help but sweep you off your feet this time as he sat you on the counter. He moved some stray hair from your face before he gazed into your eyes.

"I need to know if you feel the same for Gambit..." his voice was low and husky now and suddenly all seriousness returned back to your features as he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Do you even need to ask, Remy?"

You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips into his this time. He kissed you back eagerly, until you both heard the sound of someone clearing their throat awkwardly.

You both turned to look and see Wolverine, Morph, Cyclops, and the rest of the X-Men standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Uh, It's dinner time. Or were we interrupting something else?" Cyclops raised a brow.

You both smiled sheepishly.

Remy scratched the back of his neck and smirked, "Dinner's ready," before giving you a wink as if to say we'll finish this later.

[yayakoishii]

Type | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst with Happy Ending

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions

Inspired by: Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Summary: You know you're not Sanji's type. Yet you also can't bring yourself to get over him. Consoling yourself with alcohol doesn't go as planned...

A/n: I'm done with Sanji fics, I say. Then I proceed to write a Sanji fic because I'm so in love with this boy it's ridiculous. Apparently all it takes is one reminder of why I love him and I'm a puddle for him again. Probably why a lot of my fics have so many compliments for him. I always want him to know how amazing he is hahaha~

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The big bonfire had plunged everyone in a golden and orange hue, the warmth in the atmosphere lingering from the aftermath of another island successfully saved (and destroyed) by the Straw Hat crew. In one corner, Sanji was flirting with some girls, who were looking at him shyly and hanging on with great interest.

Somehow, it didn't feel as good as always. The blonde chef found his mind instead conjuring up your sweet smile and a giggle. Flirting with you was different. Somehow, it was the only time he felt giddy now-a-days. It was weird, but Sanji wasn't an idiot to not understand what it meant.

He knew he was falling for you and yet, he was also aware that his heart had chosen an impossible target. You were the most kind, generous and sweet person he had ever come across– and there was no way you would ever look at him as a potential partner. Sanji knew that, his brain knew that, but his heart was adamant. It has chosen and it refused to let go.

Giving up to its whims again, the chef excused himself from the ladies, who looked disappointed and tried to make him stay but he gently refused by giving some excuse and a compliment. Feeling eyes on him, Sanji looked around to find you shooting him a glare. It startled him, especially when he noticed the glass of alcohol in your hand.

You hated the bitter taste of alcohol. You never drank it and always refused it so what could have made you drink today? Sanji couldn't understand but he found his feet making way towards you the moment you swayed where you sat. His hands found purchase upon your shoulders when he was close enough and he steadied you such that you were leaning against his stomach.

You inhaled deeply, almost like you were taking in Sanji's scent, and it made a shiver run down his back.

"Sanji…" Your voice was a mere whisper in the din of the party but somehow, it reached Sanji's ears. "Take me home."

Home meant your room in the Thousand Sunny, a place Sanji had never stepped foot in. He had, at times, escorted you to the door but never went in and you had never offered either– it seemed like he would intrude on your personal space if he ever asked.

"Of course," he said quietly, carefully helping you to stand up. You never drank, but now that you had, Sanji wasn't sure if you had drunk too much or if you were a lightweight because you nearly collapsed again, giggles bubbling up your lips.

"My legs feel like jelly," you slurred towards the end, putting all your weight on Sanji, who easily held you up as you tried to straighten up. "Jelly… Milk pudding… ah, your milk pudding the other night was so good, Sanji."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart," he patiently let you struggle for a while before you gave up and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your mood swings were extreme when you got drunk, apparently. "How about I carry you back, my love?"

"Would you?" You peered up at him through your wet eyelashes and Sanji wanted to kiss your tears away. Even while crying, you were somehow the most beautiful sight with your adorable red nose, the flush of alcohol making your ears and neck and cheeks warm, droplets sticking to your eyelashes.

Without a word, he picked you up like you weighed nothing in a princess carry, and you squeaked at the sudden dizziness. Your arms automatically came to circle around his neck and Sanji hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear his heart hammering at such a close distance. You were pressed against him, and he could feel you– it was too much for his heart and he really didn't want to let you know how much of a big fat crush he had on you, lest it embarrassed him in front of you.

To you, he always wanted to appear like a cool, suave and charming guy. And yet, when you were around, he always ended up fumbling or stuttering or messing things up. The effect you had on him drove him crazy.

"You're so cool," you murmured, your lips tickling his collarbone from where they were pressed. "Your hands are always cold, did you know that, Sanji?"

"Yes," the chef smiled to himself, watching you draw hearts with your finger on his shirt. You were pouting again. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Mm?" You looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy.

"You never drink," Sanji gestured his head back towards the party, which was now quite a distance away that the noise had dwindled down. In the silence of the night, the moment felt all too personal and intimate. "Did something happen?"

"I got tired," you whispered, pausing from drawing hearts. You looked away, warm tears running down your cheeks. "It's been a bit hard these days. Love is hard, Sanji."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat at the last sentence. You were in love?

"I know I shouldn't," you continued on, no longer looking at him but at the starry sky above you, "that my feelings will just ruin everything. I know I'm not his type, and I know he will never look at me the way I want him to. I know he will only ever see me as a friend at most but God, if I just didn't love him as much I do. I want to do so many things with him, for him, to him– I want to be by his side and love him."

"He is a very lucky man," Sanji's mouth felt dry as he spoke. The food he had eaten suddenly seemed to want to come out the way it had come in and Sanji was sure that the only reason he hadn't puked yet was because you were in his arms. You, who were in love with some other man. Probably someone from the crew. (Was it Zoro? Sanji never actually hated the guy, despite his claims, but he felt like he really might resent him a little if the mosshead was the one receiving your affections.)

"Is he?" Your voice wavered. "He won't ever look at me that way. It kills me when I see him with other girls because I know he will never see me beyond a comrade because that's just how it is. I'm not, I'm not the type of girl he would fall for."

"He must be blind then," Sanji said loudly. You had reached the Sunny and got onto the deck, but he simultaneously wanted this conversation to end and not end. Who was it you liked? Zoro didn't flirt. Was it Ussop? He sometimes fooled around. "To not notice you, to not, to not realise your value." To not realise that he was a lucky bastard who got your love when Sanji would do anything for it. Anything. "W- Who…"

Sanji swallowed the lump in his throat before trying again.

"Who is he?"

You didn't answer for a few seconds. He tried to gauge out your reaction and found that you looked angry. Your mood swings were really extreme.

"I hate you," you hit Sanji's chest without any real power in it. The words were like a slap to Sanji, who looked at you heart-broken. You were angry, but you were still crying. "I wish I could mean that. I wish I could look at you and not constantly feel so in love with you. I wish you were mean or horrible or a jerk so I could get over you but you're, you're kind. You're sweet. You treat me like I'm the most precious and important person to grace the earth. You comfort me and you hold me and you flirt but never force anything on me. You're a gentleman, you're caring and I see you. I see who you are and I fall in love. I'm sorry, Sanji, I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining everything, for taking advantage of your kindness, but I can't make it stop. I can't–"

You sucked in a deep breath, scratching at Sanji to let him let you down. The chef did so, too shocked to say or do anything else.

"I can't look at you and not love you, Sanji," you whispered, eyes reflecting a broken and sad look. "I'm sorry I love you."

For a few seconds he didn't know what to say, brain trying to catch up with everything you had said. Him. You loved him. Not someone else, him.

You seemed to take his silence as your answer and turned around to leave but Sanji panicked and tugged at your hand, making you bump into his chest. His hands came around you in a circle, holding you with a desperation he didn't know he had in him.

"Don't be," he said breathlessly, feeling winded from the rush of his own feelings and thoughts. "Don't be sorry for making my dream come true, not when all I have wanted is for you to love me back. And don't be sorry for entrusting your heart to me. I swear, sweetheart, if you would let me, I'll take so good care of it. I'll never let you regret it. So please, give me your heart. Because I already gave you mine without either of us knowing."

You chuckled, the daze of having your love returned making everything feel unreal. You turned around and got on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Silly boy, it was always yours to begin with."

Sanji's heart was still hammering as he looked at you giving him a sweet smile and pulling him into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just the two of you under the stars on an empty ship, swaying lightly to inaudible music. A few moments passed before Sanji realised that your breath was evened out– you had fallen asleep in his arms.

That made him laugh, looking at your peaceful and smiling face burrowed in his chest, right next to his heart. Remembering what you had said before, Sanji carefully tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Then silly girl, you should know you were always my exact type, to begin with."

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[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 19]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

The parents stayed even after the restaurant closed. You finished clearing up and went out to see the parents all enjoying a glass of wine, chatting amongst themselves.

"There they are. Good job, the food was great." They all clapped as you walked out with the boys. You all bowed to them. You let out a small sigh of relief, glad that they liked the food. Someone stood up and came over to you.

"I'm Gunho." He held out a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Gunho. You look a lot like Yunho." You chuckled, slipping your hand into his to shake.

"Now, tell me. Did my brother blackmail you into this job?" He leaned in. You blinked, slightly taken aback by his question. But the glint in his eyes showed that he was joking.

"He didn't. Rest assured, I wouldn't let myself get blackmailed so easily." You smirked.

"But he's a good boss." You added with a smile. Gunho nodded in agreement, turning to see Yunho glaring at him.

"So, (y/n). You've been working in culinary?" The mothers sat you down, including San's older sister, who's name you learnt was Haneul. It was cute, the way their names were all linked.

"Yes. My mother loved being in the kitchen so I grew up loving food and cooking. It's all I've ever wanted to do. So I started out as a prep chef and worked myself up from there. I'm grateful that along the way, I met my crew." You explained with a small smile. They all cooed at you, finding you so adorable.

"That's nice. You've done such an amazing job. I can tell your crew respects you too." Mrs Kim (Hongjoong)'s mother complimented.

"Please, there's still a lot I need to learn. I respect them just as much and learn from them. Couldn't have made it without them." You rubbed the back of your neck.

"She's always too humble, our dear leader." Wooyoung said sweetly, slinging an arm around you.

"I'm not... Really... I've mentioned to Mingi that I would like to visit your restaurant, learn more about eels." You gestured to Mrs Song.

"Oh! Of course, any time!" She giggled.

"Do you always do fancy menus like this for the dinner service?" Mrs Jeong asked you. You shook your head, giving her examples of other dishes that you've done.

"Those dishes are more simpler. We don't want to go too fancy, still have things with home-y feeling and tastes. Tonight is different because we've curated this menu specially for your visit tonight. I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves." You informed.

"Yes, your dish was very impressive. All the dishes were very well made. We enjoyed them thoroughly." Mrs Choi smiled.

"Is it true that my brother helped you with your dish? Because your dish was actually really good and my brother has never made anything good." Gunho asked.

"Yah, Jeong Gunho." Yunho threatened. Now that there were no other customers in the restaurant, he could yell.

"Yes. He shredded the meat and learnt to fold the pasta by hand to help me make them. Yunho's been helping a lot in the kitchen."

"Wow, really? I hope I'll see Yunho help out in our kitchens more then." Mrs Jeong said, casting Yunho a look. He just coughed, refusing to meet his mother's gaze.

"Because (y/n) is patient when she teaches me! She doesn't just chase me out." Yunho argued.

"But Yunho is a fast learner. He managed to learn how to fold the pasta after one demonstration. And he always offers to help, which we are grateful for." You smiled. Yunho blushed at how you spoke about him. You missed the look that Mrs Jeong sent you, as well as the shared look that the mothers shared.

"You should teach Hongjoong too."

"And Yeosang too. My dear son can't even fry an egg to save his life." The mothers all added, almost begging you. The sons merely exclaimed in disbelief.

"Say, (y/n). Do you have a boyfriend?" Mrs Jeon suddenly asked. You choked, seeing all the mothers' attention on you.

"Omma!" Yunho yelled.

"What?"

"You can't ask that. Sorry about that, just ignore her." Yunho hissed at his mother then turned to apologise to you, his cheeks so bright red that he was practically glowing.

"It's fine, Yunho." You chuckled, assuring him by placing a hand on his arm. This didn't go unnoticed by Yunho's mother.

But Yunho didn't want you to reply to his mother. Maybe he wasn't embarrassed by his mother but a part of him didn't want to actually hear you say that you were currently attached to Seonghwa or someone else outside.

"Wah, I've always wanted a sister." Haneul said, hooking an arm around you. Thankfully, the subject with Mrs Jeong was dropped after that.

"Wow, Haneulie. That hurts." San scoffed, not one to call his older sister 'noona'.

The families were very nice. They treated you and your crew like their own children. Especially you. Even the fathers adored you.

"Okay, the kitchen crew has had a very long day. Let's wrap up." Hongjoong said and Yunho nodded in agreement. They started to clear the remaining dishes on the table.

"Can we give you a lift home?" Mrs Jeong asked with a soft smile as you came out after grabbing your things.

"Thanks, Mrs Jeong. But I'm good, I drove here." You informed.

"Please, call me omonim. If you ever need help, you can always let us know, alright? We're family now. Thank you for helping Yunho when he needed it and helping him get the restaurant up and running. I think it's a blessing that you came into his life." She said, rubbing your arm endearingly.

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, omonim. But I can't take any credit. This was all of Yunho's hardwork and effort, even before I came. He did a great job." You smiled.

"You're such a sweet girl. Help me continue to take care of my son?" She asked.

"Of course." You nodded. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around you to hug you. You froze in the hug, stunned.

Just then, Yunho came out after doing the dishes when he saw his mother hug you. You were so stiff, he was about to go over and pulled his mother away. But you slowly hugged her back.

"One day I'm going to take you shopping, get mani pedis and get our hair done." She giggled.

"I-I look forward t-to that." You replied, giving into temptation and leaning into the motherly warmth that she was giving you.

"Thank you." You whispered when you pulled away. She gave you a knowing smile before you walked over to Seonghwa, who was waiting for you. You gave a small wave to Yunho, who smiled and waved back at you.

"So I've decided to close the restaurant tomorrow, to give everyone a break. Thank you for working so hard today. The parents loved it, it's thanks to all of you." Yunho smiled.

"We didn't do much, we just cooked. You sure you want to close tomorrow?" You tilted your head. Yunho nodded.

"Fine by me." You chuckled. You will probably spend the day resting in bed or with Seonghwa.

"Have a nice night. Rest well." Yunho smiled softly. He was relieved that what happened with you outside earlier in the evening didn't make you awkward.

"You too. And Yunho?" You called out to him. He blinked in confusion.

"Great job today." You reached out to pat his head. Yunho blushed again, his ears getting hot. As you hand moved to his temple, he slightly leaned into your touch. After that, you pulled away, realising his family must be waiting for him and Seonghwa was waiting for you. With a bow of your head, you walked to Seonghwa.

"Goodnight." Yunho said. You gave him a backwards wave as you strolled over to Seonghwa, who was leaning against your car, waiting for you.

"Sorry for the wait." You apologised. Seonghwa shook his head with a kind smile.

"Not at all. I'll drive." Seonghwa took your keys, opening the passenger seat door for you. You climbed in without protest, the fatigue of the day starting to catch up to you.

"Sleep for a bit, sweetheart." He said.

"Mmm, thanks Hwa." You yawned. Seonghwa smiled softly, reaching over to stroke your head.

"Hwa, just now... Mrs Jeong hugged me... And I... surprisingly liked it. I haven't... felt that kind of warmth... in a long time." You said, absentmindedly staring out the window. Seonghwa cast you a small glance before focusing on the road.

"I'm glad, sweetheart. I understand what you mean, it feels nice and unlike any ordinary hug." Seonghwa chuckled.

"It reminded me of my mum's..." You sighed.

When Seonghwa pulled up and parked, you both went upstairs to your house. You showered in your bathroom while Seonghwa used the guest bathroom.

"Dry your hair first. Don't sleep." He stroked your cheek. You hummed tiredly and grabbed the hairdryer.

"Done." You brushed your hair, letting Seonghwa use your hairdryer. You went out to the kitchen and came back in with two cups of tea.

"Here." You placed it down. With the hairdryer still going, Seonghwa sent you a grateful smile. Sitting on your side of the bed, sipping your tea to slowly easy yourself to sleep mode.

'I'm not sure if Yunho managed to inform you guys before you left for the night but he said the restaurant will be closed tomorrow. Have a nice rest and good job today team. Yunho said that parents were really impressed with the food. It felt nostalgic to work like that again. - (y/n)'

'Woohoo! Day off! - Woo'

'To answer you, yes, Yunho hyung did manage to tell us before we headed off for the night but thank you, (y/n). Goodnight everyone. Couldn't have pulled tonight off without you. - Jong'

'Aww, look at Jongho being all sweet. I love it~ - Woo'

'Never mind, I take it back. Goodnight (y/n) and Hwa hyung. See you the day after. - Jong'

'HEY! What about me?! - Woo'

'Hello?! Choi Jongho! - Woo'

'I think he went offline already, Wooyoung ah. - Hwa'

You laughed, looking up to meet eyes with Seonghwa, who was holding the hairdryer with one hand and texting with his other. You put your phone aside and took a sip of your tea.

"I want to be the only one you like."

Yunho's words from earlier kept playing in your head. What did he mean? You have never seen him speak so seriously before. It was almost like he was jealous, he really didn't like the possibility of you liking Gunho more than him.

Why did Yunho act like that? You wrecked your brain trying to figure it out. But at the same time, there was this weird feeling in your chest, hearing him say that.

"(y/n)." Seonghwa put his hand on your leg.

"Ah! Hwa, you scared me. I almost spilt my tea everywhere." You smacked his chest before putting your tea cup on your nightstand.

"More like you were scaring me. I've been calling out to you but you've been staring blankly. What's going on in there?" He tapped your head.

"I'm fine." You slapped his hands away. You slid under the covers, feeling your bones turn to jelly.

"Lay properly." Seonghwa clicked his tongue, tugging the blankets away but making sure they still covered you properly.

"Ah, ah, ah. Stop thinking and sleep. Or you're gonna keep me awake." Seonghwa said, putting his hand over your face. You couldn't see as he obstructed your view but he had such a doting smile. He loved teasing you like this. You rolled your eyes, thinking of a dirty tactic to make him move his hand.

"Sweetheart, you know we've been together for so long. You licking my hand isn't going to phase me anymore." He scoffed. You reached up to pinch the back of his hand.

"OWW! OWW! Let go!" He winced and yelled as he recoiled to pull away from you but now, it was your turn to keep your grip on him.

"Phase you enough yet?" You smirked as Seonghwa twisted his body to try and escape you. You did let him go though.

"You're lucky you didn't get my knife hand." He glared at you with a pout, rubbing his hand.

"I only did it because I knew it wasn't your knife hand." You stuck your tongue out at him. Seonghwa grumbled, turning his back to you to sleep. You giggled and pressed your forehead against his upper back.

"You're in my bubble." Seonghwa murmured.

"You don't have a bubble, Hwa. We have a bubble." You corrected as you further pressed your forehead against his back, making him snort. Being so close to Seonghwa's comforting warmth and the fatigue from the day finally caught up as you drifted to sleep.

"Argh!" Yunho slammed his fist onto the mattress as he turned to try and find a more comfortable position to sleep in. He had been trying to sleep for hours.

"Stupid Yunho." He cursed himself, slapping his hands over his face as he recounted what happened.

Or rather, what didn't happen. Your surprised reaction at his confession. You didn't say anything, you didn't even meet his eyes.

Yunho didn't want to suddenly be blurting such things to you. It probably made him look childishly jealous. But he wanted you to like him and him only.

He didn't like the idea of you thinking Gunho was cuter or that San was stronger than him. It almost irked him. He knew it was wrong, especially when you were in a relationship with Seonghwa.

"You just had to open your big mouth, Jeong Yunho." He scolded himself. He stood up and went out to get some water.

'Mingi ah. Are you awake? - Yun'

'What do you want? - Mingi'

'I... I can't sleep... I need to talk to you about something... Can you come over or can I go over to yours? - Yun'

'Fine. Use your key. I'm not getting up from bed. - Mingi'

Yunho got dressed and drove to Mingi's house. Even if he drank at Mingi's house, which he usually did, he already knew that he would be crashing with the other tall male. They always did that when they went over to each other's house. Why did Yunho want to see Mingi? He had no clue.

"Mingi. I'm home." Yunho entered his best friend's bedroom. Mingi was sprawled on the bed, facing down. He reached over to grab his phone, squinting his eyes as the screen showed the time.

"Why are you texting me and coming to my house at 3am?" Mingi asked, mouth slightly obstructed by his pillow.

"I can't sleep."

"And that's my problem?" Mingi snorted. Yunho casually pushed Mingi to the side to make space for him to sit down. Mingi grunted, annoyed to be moved.

"I did something, Mingi ah. And I don't know if I did the right thing." Yunho sighed.

"You killed someone?" Mingi's words slurred.

"Tch! Be serious. Of course not. I... Ugh." Yunho groaned, falling forward and letting his forehead hit the mattress. Mingi lifted his head, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yun, I don't understand a word you're saying. What did you do that got you like this?" Mingi asked, grunting as he pushed himself to lay on his side so he could see his best friend properly. Yunho mumbled something into the mattress.

"What? I can't hear you." Mingi tapped the back of Yunho's head. Yunho lifted his head.

"I... I may have indirectly but directly hinted at having feelings for (y/n)..." Yunho winced at the memory.

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'? What should I do Mingi? I didn't mean to say what I said. No, I mean, I did mean to- No, wait. I don't know! It just came out! Blurted out like that." Yunho facepalmed.

"How do I say this, Yun? But... I guess I expected this to happen soon enough." Mingi said.

"What do you mean by you expected this to happen?" Yunho tilted his head.

"It's so obvious that you have some sort of feelings for her. You're always looking for her, worried about her in some way. You literally follow her around like a dog. Like those COVID dogs that have separation anxiety. I think everyone can see you have feelings for her." Mingi pointed out.

"Don't compare me to a dog!" Yunho hissed.

"Back to the point. Tell me what exactly you told her, what did she say in response or how did she react?" Mingi rested his head against his palm.

"I told her I wanted to be the only one she likes... She didn't say anything or react in any way. Before she could say anything, she was called back to the kitchen." Yunho relayed.

"You wanted to be the only one she likes? What does that even mean, Yun?" Mingi scoffed.

"I.... I overheard her saying she might think Gunho is cuter than me..." Yunho trailed off the last part in embarrassment.

"You were jealous of your own brother?! Geez, man." Mingi burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he held his stomach. Yunho slapped Mingi's arm to make him shut up.

"Alright so she didn't react. Maybe she didn't think that you were confessing your feelings. All's good." Mingi shrugged.

"No, it's not all good! How do you know she didn't think that? What if she thinks I'm trying to get in between her and Seonghwa. I may have just made things awkward between us and ruined our friendship." Yunho shook his head in despair.

"Okay, firstly, I said 'maybe'. I don't know for sure. And secondly, you don't know for sure she's with Seonghwa. Thirdly, do you want to confess your feelings to her?" Mingi asked.

"I don't know..." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why don't you know? What are your feelings towards her Jeong Yunho? Do you like (y/n) or not?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I like hanging out with her, I like her company. When she's there, I just want to speak with her and work with her, even if it's the stuffy kitchen or over a hot stove. I worry about her and-"

"Okay, lover boy. That's enough. So you do like her. If you're not sure of what she thought, then confess your feelings to her. Make it clear to her." Mingi advised.

"She may reject me. I don't want to lose our friendship over that." Yunho slumped.

"Yes, she may reject you. But at least you conveyed your feelings. It is a risk that your friendship may never be the same but you never know, Yun. She may like you back." Mingi said, eyelids drooping as he struggled to stay awake to support his best friend. Yunho sighed, getting under the blanket.

"Your eyes literally sparkle when she talks like she's offering you a treat... You definitely like her and she seems comfortable with you." Mingi murmured.

"Again, I'm not a dog... And about her, you think so?" Yunho looked over at Mingi, who nodded with his eyes closed.

"Maybe I'll talk to her soon." Yunho stared up at the ceiling.

~

Series masterlist

[sane-omblog]

Delicious? (Part1?)

Aka story of Raphael and his mysterious taste bud

I don't know what I did, I just wanna try my hand on writing and this is an.. fever idea ig

I already wrote more but ermm yea will need some more time to finish it

Raphael was always an easy child, you told him to sit there, he sat, you told him to go to bed, he went. Even with food, he was also easy, he doesn't have any preference or hatred towards food. He eat veggies, fruits, any meats with no complaints.

The little angel was in the middle of flying lesson when the most easy and/or awkward question for a kid. He stared at two pots of soups, they smelled a little different from each other. "Which soup would you like?"

“It would be all the same to me, you can let the other choose first” he said, sure enough smell wouldn't change taste

“Awww what a kind little angel you are, Raphael” the older angel reached and pet him on his head. He liked it.

.

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Raphael took a bite of the soup that was left for him, it's plain, bland, and didn't make any difference from other soup he had tried for all his life. The angel, his age, letting him try the other soup, seemed like she didn't like it and wanted to know if he liked this more and traded it.

It's the same, he couldn't tell what was different.

He agreed to trade it anyway.

.

Evening came, Raphael told his attendant what he did that day. Simeon, as always, smiled back at him and said “That's so nice of you, Raph.”

He paused, Raphael thought it wasn't bad to get compliments from such easy action.

“But I guess, I should find what your favorite food is, huh?” with chuckles, Simeon started to name random dishes while going to the kitchen and made them dinner. His wings moved while walking, always brought his attention away. "Oh I should make that today, what do you think about.."

He sure he would liked everything Simeon made for him.

"that's sounds nice" but maybe not as that sandwich the other day

But again, it's too bland on his tongue

“How is it?” Simeon asked him half of the meal

Raphael couldn't remember the name of what he'd just eaten.

He swallowed. “It's good”

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Simeon said he misread the recipes and asked if he wanted him to make something real quick for his lunch today. "I should have wondered how all those ingredients never went well together, I'm so sorry Raph"

As a young angel at that time, he said "it's fine and I should get going to the training, I will take it, thanks"

Raphael ate it, the bread, the mistake of fruit jam, the strong spiced meat and some vegetables. He liked it. Everyone there knew Simeon was his guardian, and always wanted to try his food.

Of course he didn't mind, even though it's the first time he thought this is what delicious tasted like and wanted to have it all to himself.

The other angels took a bite with so much hope, especially after seeing him with such sparkly eyes.

But then they made a weird noise and said it wasn't any good as the rumor said.

“This is too salty!” they wailed

“Ugh the bad taste still on my tongue”

“Is the fruit he used rotten?!”

They whimpered about how bad it was, asking if he misunderstood the word delicious. Raphael didn’t think so, because if it's not delicious that means he wouldn't like it.

But he likes his food this way, so it's delicious. That's what he thought.

He felt some rage bubbling inside him, he didn't have any preference about other Simeon’s food but he knew that he's a great chef.

“Don't say that, you shouldn't judge it by just one time” he paused, didn't know how to describe what Simeon's food usually taste like, not even what he ate for breakfast. “He just busy and misread the ingredients this time”

It's true that's why he accepted this mistake of food in the first place, he didn't want to put any more loads of work onto archangel.

And it worked. They backed down, went back to enjoy their own lunch.

.

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The next day they asked him to share again and agree that the food from his guardian was delicious after just one bite.

Leaving him missed that unique taste of jam with yet another bland taste.

[margotoo0]

Warning : Cannibalism, very boring and dry, bad english, gn!reader, fanon!Sukuna , silly fiction ♡

There was almost no light in the big room, except for a couple of torches and wax candles on the table. Smell of fried meat, tart wine and incense. Usually you always arrive later than the king, since, of course, according to the classics of the genre, it was he who initiated all your meetings and shared meals. But today the cards were in your hands. And you, with great respect and admiration, decided to throw them to your master. Fear? No way. Excitement and thirst to see the reaction to such a gift burned inside you. You hoped he would take it right. He must understand you.

Like a tiger, a graceful predator, he walked to the table, to this huge table, which was bursting with the succulent flesh of his prey and other delights from the East. Sukuna is known to have a monstrous appetite. The king sat down, straightening the thick fabric of his black kimono. The contrast between him and you immediately caught his crimson eyes. More precisely... Your plates.

Your plate was empty while there were two plates next to his. One was also empty, but the one that stood closest had amazing content. A small piece of meat, no more than 2 centimeters thick... So small, one tooth, but sufficient for an ordinary person. But we should separately note the aesthetics and beauty with which the dish was served. Graceful burgundy lines and drops, and...small bloody-red flowers with figs. Why flowers? New Uraume style?

– What is this? A compliment from the chef? – Sukuna's voice was rough, hoarse and harsh, with a hint of sarcasm, breaking the dead silence in the room.

– Not really. But I beg you, my Lord, – you bowed, – taste this first, and then I will explain everything to you. – You glanced at Sukuna.

The huge man shrugged, his gaze relaxed, bored and tired. Taking a piece of meat into his mouth, the man tensed. This taste..Uraume never used this. This is something completely new. What's sweet and sour...Cherry? Cowberry? Slightly spicy at the end. It was surprisingly tender, not as fibrous as other meats he usually ate. It wasn't greasy but Uraume really managed to cook it..Perfect as always. But the question remained open: is this really a new introduction? Or is there something behind this new product? More precisely... Someone.

– This is.. Something new, – the man took a sip of thick wine, – What is this? New Uraume recipe?

– I must say that Uraume cooked this meat. But this is not their recipe.

– Whose?

You stood up from your chair and walked to the middle of the table so Sukuna could see clearly. Lifting the hem of your kimono reveals your thigh, wrapped in a thick layer of bandage, slightly stained with dried blood. Everything fell into place. You returned to your seat, without saying anything. Silence. Sukuna glanced at the empty plate.

Quiet snort.

The corner of Sukuna's lips twitched slightly, but you didn't notice it. The expression on his face became calmer, his muscles seemed to relax. In his own head, he gave the most sincere, childishly insecure smile, with a satisfied grin. His eyes narrowed, and he was already thinking about whether he should throw this table on its side right now and take you on the cold floor. Or maybe throw the contents off the table and use it for own purposes? Tonight, on this table, you were the main dish.

– My lord, this... This is my recipe. Ans my flesh. I asked Uraume to make it for you. This is the least I can give you. This is a tribute to you, this.. – you sighed, muttering quietly, – no matter how you deny it, this is my act of love. Only for you. Thank you for everything you have given me. Thank you that I'm still alive. Thank you for helping me find someone that I am truly...capable of loving. I understand that you think this is useless... I agree with you, but now I have to step back from this view. If it had been anyone else, he would have been abandoned long ago. Of course, my nature is to resist having someone over me and ruling me, but... You have become an exception. – Your voice dropped to a whisper. – You yourself know how difficult it is. Almost impossible... This is the first time I'm willing to give something without asking in return. This is the first time I'm giving anything at all.. This is the first time someone has been so close to me. It's scary and exciting at the same time. Sorry for being stingy. This is a big event for me. – you put your hand on chest, tilting your head down, waiting for Sukuna’s further actions.

– Great taste. This is... beautiful. – the man laughed. – Most beautiful. Thank you. – for the first time, he couldn't help but smile. So soft that it twists your stomach and compresses your your lungs and chest.

Gratitude will not keep you waiting. You might also discover a new taste. Special taste. Favorite taste.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Unexpected Talents: Stranger Things Boys Edition ✨

Argyle: He has an amazing talent for visualization. He's always helping Joyce pick out colors for paint, curtains, rugs, and trim. He can design any room or space with whatever you happen to have on hand, and he will maximize its potential while creating a classy atmosphere that you didn't even know was possible with the items you provided. He really knows how to create a vibe and is a true interior decorator. He brings a spark of California luxury to every place he designs, and he is always asking Jonathan for advice on personal touches he can add as a nice surprise for his clients.

Billy Hargrove: It's no secret that Billy is absolutely obsessed with his appearance and doesn't care what anyone thinks when it comes to experimenting with looks. He is a fashion master. He's great a creating an outfit and pairing pieces for the perfect aesthetic. He knows how to use a sewing machine, repair and modify clothing, and he's always gifting everyone clothes and accessories and warning them not to make too big of a deal about it because it was "just something he happened to notice," but he's always obviously excited when he sees his friends arrive in one of his creations or gifts.

Eddie Munson: Spending much of his time alone and enduring many late nights after playing with his band, Eddie has learned to be a chef of epic proportions. He values the taste of good food, and he is well acquainted with his kitchen. He can grill, fry, bake, and make just about anything from scratch, including some extremely complex and tedious recipes. He is always presenting the group with homemade desserts and insisting that everyone join together for Sunday dinner, which he, of course, makes himself. He is always insisting that Argyle and Jonathan show up early to help him set the table and choose the right colors and dishes to compliment his meal presentation.

Jonathan Byers: Jonathan is quieter than most in the group, but we also know that's because of how observant he is. He remembers everyone's favorite color, food, song, and activity. He is the best party planner anyone has ever known. Everything he incorporates into the events, whether they be a surprise birthday party, an anniversary party, or a holiday celebration is uniquely personal and thoughtful. Everyone is always asking him to be the brains behind these operations, and every Byers event is captured in the sweetest photos that Jonathan gives away to the partygoers as gifts.

Steve Harrington: It started with a houseplant Robin was going to throw away. Steve decided on a whim to take it home and see if there was anything he could do for it. After a little bit of research and some basic chemistry advice from Dustin, he concocted the perfect fertilizer recipe and realized he had quite the green thumb. He now has a beautiful garden that completely covers the spare areas of his yard, and he spends his time growing fresh vegetables for Eddie's meal experiments and gorgeous seasonal flowers for Jonathan and Argyle to use in decorations. You can almost always find all of his friends with a fresh flower in their hair or pinned to their collars.

***I am SUPER in my feelings after making this. I love these dudes so much, and continuing them on as people makes me so happy. I hope you liked these, and feel free to add or request more if you'd like!!

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @ravenmoon903 request: WHATTT UR REQ ARE OPEN

i loved the Nene thing I requested so that with Haruka and Sebastian from Stardew please???

tyyy

DRINK WATER

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ofccc!!! If I'm not mistaken it was the reader who loves cooking so I hope I got it right!

Also drink some water too love <3 I hope you're taking enough rest there! And hope you like it! Not forcing of course ^^

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Haruka is good with cooking too, believe it or not!

✧ she cooks for herself every now and then so she knows her way around

✧ but she certainly loves the fact you're so passionate about cooking, and wouldn't mind trying your dishes either whenever she gets the chance~

"Oh? You're cooking? Would it be alright if I came over? I can buy some ingredients on my way. It's fine if not tho..."

✧ she doesn't mind both, being helping hand or the second chef in the house

✧ if you choose the second option... you two will certainly make few amazing dishes!

✧ if it's first option though... she won't mind it much! She doesn't mind handing you ingredients, cleaning up the working space or even being your tester and helping with deciding what seasoning to use~

"Hm... It's good but... if you're up for a little experiment... I'd suggest we should add just A LITTLE of spice. What do you think?"

✧ thanks to often having lives, she may also get few creative ideas every now and then that she doesn't even hesitate once before presenting to you!

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@bleachtheidiot @ravenmoon903 @miguelito-maruti-blog - come get your penguin lover~

✧ Sebastian is definitely the type to appreciate the fact you like cooking!

✧ even before you lives together, he already complimented your cooking every now and then... but when you moved in? Oh he was gushing to his family about your cooking by then...

✧ his mother told you all of it of course and even offered little recipe exchange between the two of you~

"She said that? Well... I wasn't lying... You do make everything taste great."

✧ he earned a little tendency to keep you company whenever you're cooking and he's not too busy

✧ he may just lean on counter and help you get few ingredients and even clean up every now and then

✧ but once he gets used to affection... he likes to wrap his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Especially in the morning or on lazy days~

"Morning... It smells amazing... like always though. I'll do the chorus later... I'm allowed to spend some time first with my partner, no?"

✧ he's not as good with cooking as you so he enjoys just being there to help rather to the main chef!

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[solar-halos]

odesta restaurant au hcs

• annie is a line cook and she is never allowed out on the floor. not in a mean way she’ll just lose her temper really quickly

• no one wants haymitch out on the floor either but sometimes he’ll come out and be petty w the ppl who are like “instead of giving my compliments to the chef can i put in a request to berate him instead”

• finnick is a server

• every ticket annie gets she’s like what the FUCK. well done steak? what the fuck. substitutions? what the fuck. an extra side of sauce? what the fuck

• finnick is a chronic ppl pleaser and rings up medium rare chicken upon someone’s request

• “guys i just rang in a really dumb order—“ doesn’t matter annie is ready to go off on him until she actually sees him

• since he’s pretty she completely switches up on him she’s like “it’s okayyy ur new <3 it happens :) ! ” and everyone (boh and foh alike) is like what the fuck

• she’s like “ew i’m not gonna be like all those creepy male line cooks who flirt w all the girl servers so i’ll just pretend like i fucked up an order and offer it to foh and see if he takes it great gatsby style” which arguably makes her more creepy

• finnick does not gaf he saw annie bare faced sweat dropping down her face apron splattered in unidentifiable substances about to yell at him and he went <3

• whenever he rings up a dessert by accident he gives it to annie but he’s actually upfront about it

• finnick is like hey annie u like cooking right? should i take u to a fancy restaurant? (bc he’d prob make bank off tips and not know what to do w himself at first)

• annie is like if u don’t mean this in a romantic way fuck off (he thought it was obvious he meant it in a romantic way. they go on the date. annie does not have the heart to tell him that most of the food on the menu at *their* restaurant comes in big ass kits bc she thinks its cute that he’s asking her for her food review after everything they eat)

• everyone at work thinks they hooked up but they don’t even get even get to tease them abt it bc they’re immediately so lovey dovey everyone wishes they HADNT hooked up in any sense of the word

bonus

• johanna is a hostess and she always takes the most zig-zaggy paths as she walks ppl to their tables bc she thinks it’s funny

• effie is running this shit like the navy

• bartender peeta

• busser katniss. usually effie would be like “noo girls shouldn’t be doing that let’s try getting her to do foh” but it very quickly becomes apparent that this won’t work. katniss is on that shit tho no one can say shes not workin

• peeta asks her if she wants to taste test all the drinks he knows will taste good and has finnick taste all the ones he knows will prob taste bad

[the-kr8tor]

Cook Hobie and sous chef reader my beloved (I love cooking this is biased)

As your work goes on you stare at the clock, waiting for the (your) head chef to come in, he's rather nice with you. He's...a lot but in a good way. He doesn't like yelling but knows he still has too when he needs too, although he's very polite when it comes to your work. Seemingly always asking your opinion first when it comes to trying out new menu items or taste testing, Hobie overall is a good chef.

He makes the most of his kitchen and is absolutely against waste if he can manage it, multiple times you've seen how creative he gets with what would usually be thrown away. Leftover veggie cuts? Make a broth. Leftover broth? Make a stew or even a soup. He finds a way to use most of anything, which eventually you learn it all comes out because of how he grew up. And now he works here, sure the boss is a twat but the food is made to be affordable to all but still classy in its own terms.

He'd be lying if he said his favourite thing wasn't seeing your expression when you try some of the new menu items, he likes how passionate you are about it, how you genuinely want to give him a critique when it comes down to it. You don't fear him, or at least you only do a small bit since he CAN be intimidating but rarely. His favourite reaction of yours up to now has got to be when he put too much lemon and vinegar in the vinaigrette for one of the salads, you were trying so hard to still be nice when he KNEW it was overall pretty much way too acid to ever serve to anyone.

One day to come in to work and keep hearing your name said, finally getting tired and speaking up to the whole kitchen as to what they want. Only to be told the new dessert item on the cart is to your name. Which you can't believe until you pester one of the servers to hand you a dessert menu and stare at your name boldly written on there. It's not an easy thing to make too, it's something that takes time. An eclair with raspberry sauce on top and a vanilla and whiskey cream inside, it comes served with a caramel decoration and some chopped almonds on top.

So when you both get on your smoke break, you look at Hobie as the two of you stand outside next to the delivery door. You ask him why it's to your name and he can't help but smile as he smokes his cigarette. He wishes he could say everything he wants to but five minutes isn't long enough, even 24 hours wouldn't be long enough to say it all. So he just says it's a compliment to you, because you're one of the sweetest things he's met. And then he heads back in, leaving you alone outside as you stare at the ground in embarrassment.

But you promise yourself to find a way to get him back for that one, now fired up and taking it as a competition. You promise it yourself to have the upper hand on him. Because how else will you deal with your heart when he's that one soothing balm that you need in your life. Strong and healing, would describe him well, and let's say you wish to keep him near for all the wounds you have in your heart. Maybe he should've been a doctor with the way he heals you with just pure magic and soul.

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Ah yes my beloveds are back and coincidentally after I started watching the bear s3 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you've got great timing

GAHHHHHH HE NAMED A DISH AFTER YOU AND IT'S A DESSERT?!! HE'S BASICALLY SAYING YOU'RE FUCKING SWEET QODNKWNSIWJSJWJJSJWJ

Watch R have their revenge by making a whole ass cake after him lol

Oooohhh and yes he's definitely the kind of chef that does not waste good food, if it's clean and not rotten in any way then he's packing it up for someone who might need it more

The last line 🥴😍😍😍😍😍

[thefanciestborrower]

so… silly guys am i right?? lol feel free to use this to just dump any info about whatever thoughts you have honestly

free thought bubble

Heck yeah thank you anon now I’ve got an excuse to ramble about my goofy pirate blorbos cause my o.ne pie.ce fixation from five years ago has resurfaced with a vengeance lmao. 

I just. They’re all so silly goofy and one of the found families ever and gosh vore nonsense would work so well with them I’m sorry. Like, look at my boy Lu.ffy and tell me he wouldn’t eat his friends just to be silly and affectionate. This guy eats literally anything with zero issue and live action Lu.ffy kept referring to his stomach as a “safe place” so yeah no he’d absolutely keep his friends in there. Now, would they like it? Probably not lmao but its just one of those Lu.ffy things they’d have to get used to. 

Like, Z.oro? Mans is so eatable and idk why but those are the vibes he has. He is not eatable by choice and would much prefer to not be involved in the shenanigans but listen when you’re part of that crew you don’t get a choice. Plus him and Lu.ffy have always been very close with each other and I adore their dynamic so I think we should be allowed to add some vore to that lmao.

Na.mi will kick teeth out do not eat her unless you want to die. She loves her friends but that’s gross lmao. Has it happened to her before? Yes. Will it happen again? Also yes. She does not get a say in that because Lu.ffy has decided it’s one of his fave ways of being affectionate. 

San.ji….San.ji would prepare a meal to compliment his own taste don’t tell me he wouldn’t. The guy takes great pride in his skills as a chef and expects to be savored just as much as his meals. He probably likes it the most out of the crew just because he likes being enjoyed as a gourmet meal lol. He wants to be eaten by Na.mi. She’s not gonna do that.

Aaannddd last is Us.opp lmao. I love him so much he’s such a nervous prey who lies his head off about how absolutely not worried or grossed out he is and how he’s absolutely done stuff like this before all the time totally. Still, regardless of all that he trusts Lu.ffy with his life and has gotten, very used to the whole getting eaten thing. Can and will make himself very comfy inside and kinda hide out for a bit. 

[bearsanpancakes]

Mitsuki Izumi - RabbiTube Mini Rabbit chat

[Note: I am translating from the Taiwanese server of IDOLiSH7, not the Japanese server! Translations might differ from the original Japanese version due to that, but it shouldn’t make too much of a difference overall!]

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Touma: Thank you both for yesterday’s RabbiTube Mini afterparty!

Touma: I feel glad to be able to visit your dorm 😄

Mitsuki: Mhmm! Thank you for coming over!

Sogo: Thanks for your hard work, Touma. We should be the ones to thank you instead for bringing a hostess gift.

Mitsuki: The locally-made beer you brought was super good! 🍻 The muscat flavor felt very refreshing!

Sogo: It wasn’t too sweet despite having a fruity flavor to it, it goes down really well.

Touma: I had some of it while I was doing some on-location filming and thought it tasted really good…! I’m glad that you both like it as well!

Mitsuki: Sogo drank until his face was flushed, after all!

Sogo: It was very delicious, so I drank it a little too fast on accident…

Mitsuki: Thankfully it went unnoticed by Tamaki w

Touma: Would something bad happen if he noticed?

Sogo: Not really… It’s just that I’d get caught in embarrassing situations if I had too much to drink… especially that I’d keep causing trouble for Tamaki-kun…

Touma: Is that so? Now I feel like the serious and tense Sogo has a funny side to him after all!

Sogo: I

Sogo: I didn’t act unseemly in front of you, did I!?

Touma: No, no ww It’s just that you constantly gave me peanut shells as a gift w

Sogo: I’m sorry for my unseemly behavior…

Mitsuki: ww

Mitsuki: It’s alright, everyone was drinking super fast and the atmosphere was lively, so don’t worry too much!

Touma: Yeah, that’s right! I also drank tons of beer because Mitsuki-san’s cooking pairs well with alcohol, and it tasted really good!

Mitsuki: Ah!! Your compliment sure does make me happy!

Touma: It truly was amazing!

Touma: The sausages and the mustard potato salad kept me craving for more…

Mitsuki: I’m glad that it suits your appetite! I’ll prepare lots of them for you the next time you visit 💪

Touma: Now that I’m reminded of the dishes, I’m craving them again…

Mitsuki: You sure are an adorable foodie ww

Sogo: Those two dishes are quite popular amongst our teammates as well. 

Touma: Oh, I’m sure it tastes great!! It must be amazing to have a teammate who’s good at cooking…!

Mitsuki: Does ZOOL not cook often?

Touma: We have a guy who can make perfect Japanese cuisine and help out around the kitchen, a guy who once said he doesn’t quite know how to show off his culinary skills to other people, a guy who knows a really great chef, and a guy who only recently learned about temperature and time control when it comes to cooking!

Mitsuki: Ah, I think I know who’s who!!! 😆

Sogo: Once you learn about temperature and time control, you’ll be able to learn how to cook in no time. Touma, you’ve mentioned that your senses are sharp when it comes to picking out seasoning. I think that you could memorize different seasonings immediately, you might have the talent for it.

Touma: So you knew which one was me huh ww

Mitsuki: Yeah! You were previously able to quickly discover ingredients that enhance the flavor of a dish, after all! Especially when it comes to seasoning for Chinese cuisine！

Mitsuki: 

Touma: Yup! I’ve been into slightly spicy flavors recently, so I really enjoy Chinese cuisine!

Sogo: I’ll make some mapo tofu the next time you come over then. There’s been a spice I’ve been wanting to test out…

Mitsuki: Oh, what spice is it?

Sogo: There’s some in the kitchen, let me go take it!

Touma: So you’re both at the dorm right now, huh!

Mitsuki: Sogo is currently tidying up the clothes that need to be washed and I’m looking through my script, we’re doing our own things while chatting!

Touma: That makes me long for a dormitory lifestyle~

Mitsuki: Although there are some exhausting aspects, it’s still really enjoyable!

Mitsuki: Regardless of exhaustion or joy, we can always return to the same home and share the same feelings. That’s what happiness is, don't you think?

Mitsuki: Zool may also suit a dormitory lifestyle. I think it’ll be nice to have some time to understand each other, or in other words, some common time together!

Touma: You’re right… senpai’s words have touched my heart deeply…

Mitsuki: Mhmm, if you all do plan on doing so, then I can give you all suggestions. Just contact me whenever!

Mitsuki: Uwah!

Touma: !?

Touma: Mitsuki-san!?

Touma:

Sogo: Sorry Touma! Mitsuki-san started coughing violently after opening the cover for the spice!

Touma: For real!?

Sogo: He went to drink some water

Sogo: I think he’s still coughing… He’s shaking his head still, could you please wait for a moment?

Touma: About that, our definitions of “slightly spicy” means the same in that it’s only a little bit spicy, right…!?

Sogo: Mhmm, that’s how I comprehended that term as well.

Mitsuki: Sorry for the wait!

Mitsuki: I directly smelled the spice on accident! I forgot to fan the spice with my hand while checking it, so I choked on it!

Touma: Are you guys running a science experiment or something!?

Sogo: Indeed, cooking is quite similar to an experiment. You do have talent after all, Touma.

Mitsuki: Oh~ I see! That’s an appropriate description!

Mitsuki: Sogo, let’s use this spice when we’re together!

Sogo: Okay! Let’s do that…! Touma: IDOLiSH7’s dorm does sound lively after all, how nice!

Sogo: I take it that you want to live a dormitory lifestyle with your teammates after reading Mitsuki-san’s messages?

Touma: Yup~ I think that would be nice!

Touma: It feels lively to simply walk out of the toilet and into the hallway.

Mitsuki: What does that mean? 🤔

Sogo: Did something happen?

Touma: I was startled by Yotsuba and Rokuya in the hallway the moment I stepped out of the toilet.

Touma: They both hugged each other and screamed “It appeared—!?”

Touma: So I said, “Yup, I’m done, so you guys can use it now.”

Touma: I thought to myself, “Simply meeting in the hallway can be so lively after all, huh!”

Mitsuki: www

Mitsuki: I think that’s somewhat our fault.

Sogo: I think it’s because Mitsuki-san and I secretly practiced our zombie acts in the living room at night…

Mitsuki: As we were practicing running while attacking, Nagi and Tamaki, who just finished playing their games, suddenly walked in.

Mitsuki: They screamed, “It appeared—!?” and caused a huge scene 😱

Touma:

Mitsuki: After our RabbiTube mini was released, they were watching it with their eyes closed w

Sogo: That’s right… Maybe they were startled when they saw you in the hallway because you also became a zombie in the video, Touma.

Touma: I see! Mitsuki-san and Sogo’s zombie acting skills were quite good after all w

Mitsuki: Thank you! Although it scared someone, all that practice was worth it ww  

Mitsuki: Touma’s zombie act was perfect as well!

Touma: Speaking of which, my manager grabbed a chair to use as a shield and walked into the practice room while I was practicing ww 

Touma: He thought there was a strange person in the practice room ww

Mitsuki: How cute ww

Mitsuki: We’re creating victims everywhere w

Mitsuki: But that also proves that our performances as zombies were great!

Touma: If I were to receive a job offer to act as a zombie on the spot, I think I’d be able to act it out well w

Sogo: I had lots of fun ever since the start of practice because there were a lot of acting techniques and moves that I don’t get to do often!

Mitsuki: Mhmm! I’m glad to be able to partner up with Sogo and Touma! Thank you! Both of you were very nice to work with 😄

Mitsuki: Let’s have some Chinese cuisine together at our dorm next time! Seriously, do come over soon!

Touma: Okay!! I’ll bring the drinks!!

Sogo: Then I will need to learn how to make some good, slightly spicy dishes.

Mitsuki: 

Touma:

Sogo:

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End of RabbiTube Mini

[translatemunson]

do you get deja vu?

word count: 0.8k

warnings: angst, proofread (but if you feel confused reading it, probably was intentional), reader is described as female (mention of wearing dresses), food mentions

summary: the human memory is faulty, but some things always stay the same. at least that's what luca believes.

this fic was written as part of the sour | guts event, by the wonderful @mothdruid

A curious pair of eyes stared beyond the glass windows,  double doors and agitated access to the kitchen. It was late at night, the Chicago rush hours long gone, and the dimmed lights on the dining hall were the perfect hiding spot.

On the other side of the restaurant, she walked between the countertops and islands to reach her destination. Her hair was pulled up in a bun and the stolen dolman was unbuttoned enough for him to see her skin and the light blue of her dress. It was blue just like his eyes, maybe a little bit less vibrant, but still, it reminded her of him.

Maybe it was just her modus operandi. Sneaking into the kitchen anytime — like she owned the place —, singing some old song she heard on her way there, stealing the sweets from the walk in and saying she might have an idea for a new item. And he would smile, listen to her, give her a fresh plate of whatever she was craving or just deposit a sweet promise he’ll get her favourite dish after the chaos.

Kitchen service just ended — the waitress told the last client when she brought the dessert. He thanked her and said to give the chef the best compliments because everything was great. She asked if he wanted to say it himself, she could get the chef there. But he insisted he didn’t want to disturb the beginning of the cleaning service.

So he kept watching the boiling water starting to overflow the empty pan.

“Are you sure you’re not born for this?” He asked her one time, while she wore his clothes. “It makes you look like a natural.”

“Oh, stop it! We know I can’t bake even if my life depended on that.” She started to take it off, but he stopped her. “What?”

“I could teach you.”

“Right here and now? Oh no, I don’t wanna make you work even more.” She got a hold of his collar and brought him closer. “The faster you finish here, the earlier we get home.”

She knew what words to say, what clothes to take off, which part to hold closer and get what she wanted. Because she always wanted something. The attention, the kisses, the whispers, the late nights and early mornings. He could see her lips saying “I love you” like a prayer.

In another life, in another kitchen, it was her telling him how the city was colorful, how everything he baked tasted like a piece of Heaven — even though she never went there — and how much she loved him. The walks before the sunrise, his jacket around her shoulders, her hands around her neck, the promises in between their favourite songs.

“Goodbye, chef!” The head chef walked out of the kitchen and started to cross the restaurant with some pride on her eyes, but exhaustion on her shoulders. And once her eyes met his, she stopped.

He looked back to the kitchen, moving his head from side to side, confessing he wasn’t supposed to be there — not as a client, never as an equal. She stared at him for one more minute before walking out.

Inside the kitchen, the plates and cutlery were shining, but she was the most brilliant thing in there. She dressed down to her normal clothes, leaving the dolman over the iron top. Her hands were looking for something special, but there was a huge possibility she would never find it there.

He was almost going through the doors when she called for him.

“Where is it?” she asked, too sweet to be true. He turned around, his body shielding the outside world from hearing the answer.  He walked back, opened the fridge, got a bowl on the shelf and a clean spoon.

She watched him, telling how much strawberry ice cream reminded her of beach days and her love for summer. Her tongue was so used to that story, words slipping out like nothing. And the reaction she got was no different from the ones she had before: strawberry ice cream was so universal, but also so particular because there were never two of the same ingredients.

But for her, the receipt, the ingredients, the story was always the same.

For him, it was an eternal deja vu.

So Luca fled the scene before any more damage could be done. He stood up, left the money on the table, knocked the small flower vase accidentally on his way out and waited to hear if someone would notice.

No one did.

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a/n: it's been a minute since i wrote something in english (not my first language, thus i don't feel comfortable writing in english most of the time). but i had fun and kinda focused on the lyrics and twisting it while also connecting it to the bear characters (i'm so sorry luca didn't get a happy ending). short and kinda experimental, but i like the result. big shout out to my baby @munsonsreputation (love you kaaaaay) for helping me proofread it, and also listening to me talk about the bear (even tho she haven't watched one single episode yet!)

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hiya sunny! I’m so glad of the resurgence of scummy Naoya. Is it ok if I can request Scum of the earth Naoya proposing?

Oh, my sweet, scummy baby boy 🥹

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Let's be clear from the jump: a proposal done by Naoya Zen'in is no joke. Zen'ins are always over the top with their appearances, so whenever there's a special occasion that will be retold a hundred times? You can bet your ass that the Zen'ins are gonna go above and beyond so that they can brag about how great their actions were.

Naoya is no different: he wants things to be over the top and perfect in every possible way. He plans this proposal MONTHS ahead, booking a table at the most high-end restaurant in the city, making sure he gets the best spot with the best view. It has high ceiling and gold chandeliers throughout the establishment, live piano as entertainment, a five-star chef at the helm. He wants you to have a taste of the fine dining you'll get to have for the rest of your life.

He measures your ring size when you're asleep, spending weeks trying to find the best ring to suit you. It takes a long time because he doesn't just care about how it looks; he cares about the price as well. He wants an expensive ring, one that you can show off and brag about how much money your beloved fiance spent on you. He's looking at rings that are upwards of $15k, he's not fucking around. He picks a ring set, a HUGE round center diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds as well as diamonds on the white gold band, along with a second band covered in small diamonds that would sit below the first. Some may think it's too gaudy, but he thinks that anything less would be an injustice to you.

He gets your dress size and goes shopping the week before, not caring about the price tag as he searches for the best dress to compliment you. He loves mermaid dresses, adoring how they hug your hips and waist, so he's very likely to choose one for you. He gets one that's covered in lace, with a shiny intricate band around the waist, gold details throughout the dress. He wants you to look your best the night he proposes. He knows that you'll look good in anything, but he tries his best to find something that goes above and beyond his expectations.

He gives you the dress a night or two before he proposes, exclaiming that he is going to take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and he won't take no for an answer. He offers to give you his credit card and let you go to a spa and salon the day of your date so that you're properly prepared and relaxed. He might get pouty and offended if you refuse, so you'll probably end up agreeing to what he wants just so he doesn't get all grumpy.

Very confident as he drives you to the restaurant and for the majority of dinner, but right before the dessert—when he plans to propose—he gets kind of anxious. Excuses himself to the restroom where he starts to panic. What if you say no? What if you sneer in disgust and break up with him instead? What if you insult him for ever thinking that you would want to spend the rest of your life with him? Has to splash some water on his face to calm down, talks to the poor restroom attendant that's watching him have a breakdown. Eventually he talks himself down from his little panic attack and convinces himself to go back out there and propose to you. If you say no, he'll just figure things out from there, but why wouldn't you say yes? He did everything right, he made a magical evening for you and treated you like a princess, there's no way you'd say no.

He returns to your table, right before dessert arrives, and he lets you take a couple bites before he grabs your hand and squeezes it, getting your attention. He goes into this little speech about how amazing you are, focusing mostly on how beautiful he finds you and how you make him feel. He doesn't get on his knees—he doesn't want to ruin his suit—but he pulls out the velvet box and opens it, revealing the ring he spent so much money on.

So... what will your answer be?

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[wehrwolf]

so this week I flew across the country by myself to see my favourite band in the entire world. practically nothing went amiss. I had random interactions with lovely people. my hobbling faith in humanity has straightened its spine a bit? I’ll be cringe about this below because I want to remember, let’s have some positivity for once.

I hate that I like nissan rogues, I know the transmissions are dogshit. rented one for a day to avoid dragging luggage all over hell’s creation. sound system fucked hard. LOUD paul barker. ate hella steak, eggs and pancakes at pancake chef near seatac. alright alright alright. 

killed time before hotel check-in, visited lakeview for brandon and bruce lee, ended up perusing the cemetery with a multi-talented guy from LA for about an hour swapping perspectives, observations on the human condition and tombstone critiques. glossy black crow perched on an equally inky granite headstone embellished with a huge cross - oh my goth, bro. eric, I’m sorry your cat died, you are rad and I will try to find your music online. be water, my friend.

the fashionable gentleman who checked me into the hotel was a sweetheart, down with skinny puppy, name dropped wax trax, awesome taste in rings.

dipped out for coffee, asked directions from coffee-holding stranger in glasses to make sure I was headed the right way. ran into him the next day in my new hoodie post gig, he mentioned how he used to work at a record store in edmonton, sold records to cEvin. what? insane.

seattle has too many hills, someone should do something about this. but very walkable. always move confidently with purpose, shoulders back, mean mug, look like you want to curb-stomp god. never appear lost.

found a 24 hr cafe near the kurt cobain twin tower / frasier obelisk that served a mean breakfast and was blasting tunes at 9:30am. several compliments on my filthy rat nest hair. what is this fever dream? unwashed hair is in. pancakes are my passion.

wandered to the paramount to get my bearings, saw justin by the tour bus and that metalworker ephraim dude’s sick rusted-out mad max’d honda cr-v. meandered around for the rest of the afternoon before skuppy-prep time. incredible roast beef horseradish sandwich. cool and good.

hung out in the GA line for a while, no VIP this time, wind picked up and it was pretty cold for a may evening. ended up next to a tough looking dude during the show, chatted a bit, he was a kmfdm roadie for a few tours. said his best puppy show was new orleans, I can only imagine. he reminded me of wez from the road warrior. thank you R for the gum, it gave me a second wind.

the paramount theatre is something out of a golden fairytale, gilded to the gills. generous stage for alien abuse. fantastic acoustics. reminds me of the hippodrome. I relished irving plaza’s intimacy but the paramount was my favourite venue.  

I will never tire of seeing lead into gold. soundtrack for slowly asphyxiating in a warm tar pit but make it erotic. thank you paul barker, long-legged light of our lives.

no surge/mosh at this show- if so, I didn’t notice. the energy was on point. denver had some choice dumbasses in the crowd, no such issue here.   seattle mirrored silver spring imo, excellent all around.  I made a brief, wonky post touching on this but in denver ogre was still obviously uncomfortable. that made me feel fucked up... and quiet afterwards.  this time around he seemed in great spirits, tons of energy, spinning the mic around a bunch, writhing all over the place to thwart tormentor!dustin (our boy is flexible). everyone was going wild, we all yelled ourselves hoarse. got to use their A setup with the big projection sheet. justin and cEv on risers.

side note: big love to matthew for his crowd engagement and bubbly enthusiasm this entire tour. honestly he comes off as just a literal cinnamon roll of a guy and the tour diaries have been a real treat. at the end he reflected on otherness and a need to be kind to one another in an unkind world, which really oddly summed up my seattle adventure... and the general vibe of skinny puppy’s unique fans (as others have mentioned here far more eloquently).

also real talk does ogre do belly dancing or something BECAUSE jesus fucking christ man he makes my mind literally fucking blank with all that fluid gyration absolutely knuckle dragging cave woman looney toons wolf beating the shit out of itself with a hammer feral. he knows what he’s doing too, god bless him. there were gals behind me that just started SHRIEKING like it was beatlemania, fucking ogremania with every slutty little hip movement (”go daddy gooo”). also like... cock grabbing causing me irreparable brain damage. then he legit straight up purposefully spit/drooled and it was just... super hOrny NOT like... mouth trauma symptom salivation (I hope? oh god.) his spit makes me insane. ok.

this was the first time I had the pleasure of hearing god’s gift (maggot). we were graced with smothered hope at earlier shows... so I think I basically experienced everything الحمد لله رب العالمين screaming. they ended with candle again, huge plus. ogre practically pranced off the stage after the encore. everyone came back out together for a heartfelt round of goodbyes. no concerts have moved me like these puppy gigs. I am so thankful, down to the marrow. there are probably other details but I have slept ~two hours in the past 48 so...   ✌️👽