#and once ate a charred black through-and-through pizza on his own

[sincerely-sofie]

A question for Dusknoir if you’re still taking them!😊

Since you do most of the cooking in the house (presumably), what are everyone’s favorite foods (berries/gummis/desserts/flavors in general, for example)?

…Now, what is your favorite food, since you probably didn’t think to answer that for yourself at first?🥺

(I'm always open to receiving asks, especially this type! They're so fun! ☺️)

[dynamightsfave]

My everyday text (2) - Owen Joyner

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

owen joyner x oc

summary: oc goes to a party for halloween and calls owen drunk. he’s worried

warnings: underage drinking (bc rowe’s 20), swears, mentions of sex

a/n: this has a part one that i recommend you read to read this one and a part three that you can decide if you wanna read

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It was a day before Halloween, and I was debating on whether to stay in my apartment dressed up and with a marathon of Halloween movies and a bunch of sweets like I used to do with Mads, or go out with Nora and her now boyfriend and some friends to a college party. Nora was very adamant on the second one.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been very stressed lately and you deserve to let go and go crazy. Get in a hot or cute costume, have fun, get drunk if you want to, maybe meet someone” she gave me a suggestive look and I rolled my eyes “Oh come on, Rowan! You need to get laid!”

“Nora!” I laughed, this time getting her to roll her eyes “I don’t know if I want to meet someone, even if it’s just for a one-night-stand”

“Are you serious?! Rowe, you spent all last year with one-night-stands! Believe me, I know. I have a list”

“No you don’t” I gaped, but Nora only hummed nonchalantly “Why would you have that?!”

“Well, people were coming in and out of here at least three times a week, and I was thinking that maybe I should’ve started to make them pay rent, ‘cause they always ate something from our cupboards. But then I thought that that would technically make you a prostitute, so I decided against it” while I still looked at my friend with a slacked jaw, I found myself not finding it that weird. Conversations like this were normal around here.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want a one-night-stand, it feels wrong for some reason”

“Is this because of that boy you talk to on FaceTime?”

“Which one? I talk to Owen, Char and Jer” it was true.

I had talked to all three boys on FaceTime. I didn’t talk to Charlie or Jeremy as much as Owen, but we had still had our times when we’d kick Owen out of his own call and talked with them alone, and I liked to think of them as my new friends too. Other times I’d just hang up on him and call any of the others —that I knew, because apparently there were a lot of people in this secret project I didn’t know about—, and most of the time I talked with them it was just a massive group call of us being stupid. Same thing happened when Jadah joined Madi and I.

“Which one?” Nora asked incredulously “The blond! The one that flirts with you! The guy! You fucking wrote him a song, Rowan!”

“I wrote you a song too. And he can’t flirt for shit”

“But it’s different! You like this boy, there’s deep feelings in that song. Mine is literally about how much you love me because I bring you pizza”

“Okay so maybe I have a crush on Owen!” I admitted “It’s not like I’m gonna do something about it, you know what happened the last time I had a crush on a friend. I don’t want that to happen again”

“Sweetie, you can’t just block romantic feelings for everyone” Nora sat down next to me and placed her hand on my knee “You were bound to fall for someone again, it’s not something you can’t control”

“Yeah, I know” I sighed “Okay, so what kind of costume did you have in mind?”

The blond smiled excitedly and jumped up, running to her closet.

[...] 

“Happy Halloween!” Madison cheered on her side of the screen “What are you gonna do? We’re going to have a party over here, I’m dressing as a devil and Jadah is going as an angel”

“Fitting” I nodded “How much candy have you had?”

“None. But I did have three coffees. Day started early, and I was basically falling asleep while I was standing”

“God, Dee. Anyways, I’m going to a party at a faculty. Nora lent me a black dress and bought me a pair of black feathered wings. Her words were “Rowan, you’re going as a raven”. But just in case, she also bought me some Maleficent horns, because I’ll probably end up losing the wings”

“A party? You going back home with someone?” she arched a brow as she whispered the las sentence, eyeing around her.

“Why does everybody think I’m taking someone home? I’m not!”

“Who’s not taking anyone home after a party?”

“Jeremy! My man! Can you please take my side? Is it really that weird that I’m not having a one-night-stand?”

“He doesn’t count! He doesn’t know how you were last year”

“I don’t, but I’d love to know” he quickly sat down, completely ignoring my offended look.

“You’re such a gossip. You already know about my famous crushes you don’t need to know about my love life status”

“Hey, you told me about them” he pointed his finger accusingly at me.

“But you didn’t stop me! You even made comments about some” I crossed my arms.

“Is it because of Owen that you’re not taking anyone home?” he arched a brow, smirking when he saw my blush and sharing a look with Madi.

“What about you, Jer?” I quickly changed the subject “What’s your love life look like? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

“He’s way passed that” Madison smirked “He’s engaged”

“No he’s not!” I gasped as a small smile and a giant blush appeared on the boy’s face “How did I not know that? You’re supposed to brag to everyone about your fiancée, dude. I wanna know about them”

“Her name’s Carolynn” he started, and once he started, there was no stopping.

I ended that call knowing the whole story about how the soon to be husband and wife met, how they had started dating, how wonderful and amazing she was and how happy Jeremy was with her. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I watched him talk about Carolynn, it was very obvious he was very much in love with her and that he couldn’t wait to be married to her. Madi looked exactly like me, it was impossible not to smile at him.

[...]

“Hello?” I couldn’t quite comprehend the tiredness in the other person’s voice, but then again, I couldn’t quite walk straight “Rowan? You there? Why are you calling me at- four in the morning?”

“Owen! ¡Hola!” my tone was probably too overly cheery and happy, but I could care less in that moment “How are you?”

“Are you okay?” there was shuffling heard from his line, like he was moving on his spot.

“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” the words came out slurred.

“Are you drunk?” if I had been in a normal state, I would’ve probably identified the disbelief in his voice, but like I’ve pointed out a couple of times now, I wasn’t.

“Just a tiny bit” I neared my thumb and index fingers and narrowed my eyes, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t see me.

“Where are you, Rowes?”

“I’ve been walking around campus for a while now” I giggled “I can’t find my apartment. It’s usually with the residences, but I can’t find those either”

“Okay, uh... Rowan? I need you to listen to me, are you listening to me?” I hummed, nodding my head along “Okay, you know where the apartment is. I need want you to get there, can you do that for me?”

“Of course silly. I’ll do whatever you want” I smirked.

“As much as I like you flirting with me, it’s really not the moment”

“You’re no fun, I’m gonna call Milo. Maybe I can find him around here and we can go somewhere” I frowned and pulled the phone away from my ear, ready to hang up and call the funny tall boy Nora had introduced to me two days before and was now my best friend.

“Wait, wait, wait! Don’t hang up please! I just want you to get home safely. If you need to flirt with me while you do it, you can. I’m just worried”

“Aw, Owen, you’re such a softy. It’s one of the reasons I fell for you” I cooed “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get home just fine” and then I hung up.

I ignored all the text messages that popped up in my screen from different people, let all the calls ring and just kept walking. I did eventually get to our little apartment, and fell face first on my bed, not bothering to take my make up or contacts off. I was sleeping within three minutes.

[...]

I woke up the next day with a massive headache, and with a lot of trouble to open my eyes. “Fucking contacts. Fucking party. Fucking Nora. Fucking drinks. Fucking stupid brain.”

My phone rung in that moment, making me groan. I picked it up, answering the call.

“So loud. Cállate. Shut the hell up” I whined at whoever called me.

“You picked up. Oh my God, guys! I have her!” I furrowed my brows as I recognized Jadah’s voice, forcing myself to get up and make my way to the bathroom.

I rummaged the cabinet trying to find a pill for my headache. I placed my phone in speaker as I took my lenses off.

“Rowan María Flores! What the hell were you thinking?!” I knew that voice. That was Mr. Reyes, using his dad tone on me.

“H-Hey, King” I said hesitantly.

“Do not “King” me, señorita. Do you know how worried we all were?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked “I hardly remember anything from last night” I admitted embarrassed “But I just woke up, so it should all be coming back in the next half hour”

“You called Owen drunk, saying you were lost in the campus, Rowan” Charlie spoke, calling me by my name instead of the nickname he was adamant in using “Then you just hung up on him and never picked your phone up again. He woke me up in the middle of the morning worried sick and stressed out”

Guilt washed over me like a waterfall. When had I done that? Why had I done that? “Dammit drunk me”

“We didn’t know what to do, so we called Madi and Mr. Reyes and the others” he continued “We’ve all been trying to call you since. Your phone probably has millions of messages and lost calls”

“Are you okay?” Madison’s voice sounded broken, and all I could do was stutter out a “Yeah”. “Thank God. We were so worried, Ro-Ro”

“I’m so sorry” I whispered “I didn’t want to make you all go through this. Oh my God, what have I done” I ran my hands through my hair, looking down at the sink “Is uh- is Owen there?” I cleared my throat.

“I’m calling you” he stated instead of answering. He didn’t sound happy.

The phone call ended and two minutes later his contact name was requesting a FaceTime. I gulped. I didn’t care in the slightest of my appearance with my messy hair and smudged dark make-up, but I knew how he had been feeling for the past hours, because I had experienced it too with some friends. It was a terrible feeling of being worried for them and slightly panicking, scared because I couldn’t go save them, as I didn’t know where they were. He knew where I had been, but he couldn’t exactly jump on a plane to come save me.

I shakily hit the “Accept” button and breathed in.

“What were you thinking, Rowan?!” he all but exclaimed when he appeared on the screen.

His hair was the messiest I’d seen it —and I’d seen it just out of bed— and he had bloodshot eyes with bags under them. He only had a pair of sweatpants on, like he hadn’t bothered changing at all.

I couldn’t utter a word, my throat had completely closed, and he took it as his cue to continue.

“Do you know how worried we were? How worried I was? You call me at four in the morning, telling me you can’t find your place while you’re drunk, alone, after a party and on Halloween! And then you hang up and you don’t answer anymore! You’ve no idea what kind of scenarios were going through my head! I was this close to hop on a plane to make sure you were okay! Fucking hell, Rowan!”

“I-I’m sorry” I repeated, tears about to spill from my eyes “It’s just, it was Halloween, and I wanted to have fun, release all the stress and forget about the problems, a-and I lost track of how many drinks I was having, and next thing I knew, I was super drunk. I shouldn’t have called you, I only made you worried. God, what was drunk me thinking?”

I shut my eyes closed for a second and let my breath go, hearing him do the same. His voice was softer the next time he talked.

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s not, but I get that you wanted to let loose” he rubbed his face “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m sorry. Shit, it was just so scary, you know? Not knowing what would happen to you”

“I get it” I assured “I’ve been through it too. So I know how it feels, and I can’t believe I made you feel it. I am so stupid”

“Hey, no. Let’s talk about something else. How about you get all that make-up off and freshen up? You look a little dead”

“Hey!” I shouted, only to hold my head and wince “I hope the pill kicks in quickly, otherwise I think I’ll die for real”

I took some cotton pads and my make-up remover, looking at my mirror to make sure I got it all off. I then left the camera to change into comfier clothes and came back to Owen with a sweater on and fiddling with his fingers.

“Rowes?” he called, and I hummed to show him that I was listening “There’s this thing you said yesterday, and I didn’t notice it at first, but I kinda ran over the conversation a million times in my head-”

“Owen, what did I say” I chuckled “It can’t be that bad”

“You said I was a softy” I rolled my eyes, but then he continued “and that it was one of the reasons you fell for me”

My mouth fell into a perfect “o”, and I felt my cheeks and neck get hotter. He was red too, but had a small smile on his lips. I stuttered trying to make out an excuse, but his chuckle cut me off.

“A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts” he said with a smirk “Or a woman’s in this case. I knew you were crazy for me, Flores” I furrowed my brows at his teasing. Was he really making fun of me for having fallen for him? “Don’t look at me like that, Rowes. I like you too. A lot” he laughed a little “But it’s always me that is left stuttering whenever you flirt with me, so I thought I’d take advantage of it” he shrugged.

“You little shit!” I laughed “I’d kiss you if I could” I grinned, causing his smile to get bigger, if it was possible.

“First thing I’m gonna do when we meet, after squeezing you in a hug”

“Deal. I’ll sing you your song”

“Can’t wait”

“Yeah, me neither”

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[katsukikitten]

Pizza Night

A/N since 1am is an appropriate time to post. Here have some smut

You kick your heels off the second you get in the door, setting down your work laptop and keys onto the entry table with an angry sigh.

As you make your way further into your house you shed of your stuffy suit jacket before taking off your bra without taking off your shirt with a grace only a woman knows.

"Much better." You hum, tossing it onto the back of the couch. Turning on some soothing music before opening the fridge, spying the chicken quickly. You had promised to make dinner tonight before your man got home.

See cooking wasn't your best skill BUT you always kept your word.

Plus you'd been practicing, trying so hard to hone your skill because your boyfriend always cooked depsite his 12 hour shifts. Even making you meals ahead of time durning his 24 hour shifts. Paired with a sticky note of his angry writing telling you EXACTLY how to heat it best.

Guilt ate you alive although he told you countless times he *enjoyed* cooking for you, *loved* it really. So you took to your phone, scrolled through endless recipes on pinterest before you found the perfect one.

You had only made it once before using Kirishima as a Guinea pig. He had enjoyed it, although it was burnt. He walked you through how to cook it another two times before you finally could make it on your own.

It all started out normally but of course since you were making it for your favorite hot head things were starting to go astray.

Your pan was hot, butter melted like Kirishima had showed you but for whatever reason today some of the meat was not sitting in the pan correctly, charring the middle as the ends became neglected.

You lunged for your phone in a panic, video calling the only man who could help your right now. He picks up on the third ring with a yawn

"Eji! Help!" You cry, "Bakugou will be home soon!"

Time is lost to you as Kirishima instructs you to start over, music still softly playing in the living room but loud enough you do not hear the front door open and close.

Bakugou enters with a grunt, pushing off his combat boots toe to heel. Eager to get out of his hero suit, shower, feed you and maybe fuck.

His eyes spy your work jacket before they roll heavily. He takes the black garment with angry hands as he hangs it onto the coat rack behind the door.

He goes to shout at you for always leaving your jacket on the damned couch before he hears the low tones of a man's voice coming from the kitchen. The ash blonde freezes in place, rigid as he strains to listen.

He steps closer to the kitchen, not daring to turn down the mood music that floats out of the speaker.

"Kirishima I'm so nervous. Nnnngggnnn." He hears your whining better now that he's closer. Whining that sounds too close to when you're over stimulated, cheeks flushed with arousal. He narrows his eyes, telling himself that maybe it's a phone call. Maybe it's a mistake, until he spies one of his favorite work bras you have. A lacy nude thing that he's gotten in plenty of break time bathroom selfies via text just to tease him.

"Ah Kirishima it won't fit!" Another whine.

"Calm down, it'll fit. Just relax and readjust." Kirishima's voice soothes, causing Bakugou to see red as another sinful whine floats down the hall. He rushes into the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his gauntlets as he is hoping to catch you two in the act.

Or at least the act he thinks the two of you are in.

Deep down he is hurt, heartbroken over the fact that you've been sleeping around.

And with his best friend worst yet.

Or at least now his ex best friend.

"IMMA FUCKING KILL YOU KIRISHIMA EIJIROU!" He rounds the corner with popping hands, thinking better than to fill his gauntlets to unleash. Eyes looking for that damned red head.

But instead they fall on you, as you're the only body standing in the kitchen, hand clutched to your heart. It is then that scarlet eyes discover your phone. Propped up facing towards you and the now half burning half raw meal as Kirishima blinks on the glass with wide eyes.

"Baby...?" You ask softly as he huffs, eyes darting around the room before he lunges towards the phone.

"She'll call you back later." He snarls, tapping the glass trying his hardest not to break the screen. He drops his bulky gauntlets, tossing them onto the dining room table.

"Bakugou what are you....?" But he doesn't let you finish, pushing you into the counter, slamming both hands down to trap you.

Silence settles over the two of you as he stares angrily into your eyes.

"Bakugou?" You prompt softly for his hands to find your hips and squeeze until it hurts. You half wonder if there will be bruises by the time he is done.

"I seriously fucking thought I was going to walk in here and see you in a compromising position, *whining* like a brat to another man." He growls darkly leaning closer to your face.

"Suki...." You see the anger smolder in his eyes but you cannot help yourself, "What kind of compromising position?"

His eyes flash a dangerous warning that quickly becomes a promising threat as he turns you around, pushing you harshly onto the counter. One hand is holding you down by the nape of your neck while the other grips tightly onto your hips. He bucks into you causing the edge of the counter to bite into your belly as you try to keep the moan from your mouth.

"Like that little brat." He snarls harshly in your ear, when he sees your cheeks heat he nibbles on your ear, "I see you like it when I'm jealous huh?"

You don't answer although the truth is yes, just a little.

"Do you think Kirishima would pin you like this brat?" He grips tightly on the column of your neck, you feel him harden against your ass as he dominates you.

But often times one does not realize that it is the sub who controls the dom through strategic reactions. A devilsih smirk dances across your lips as you answer faster than you can talk yourself out of it.

"Yes, sir I think he would." Bakugou stills behind you, he knows bait when its presented.

What he should do is press his cock against you a final time and deny you both cumming and the ability to give him pleasure as his little fucking brat.

He decides in a fraction of a second that he is going to make you regret those words. His strong hand pins yours behind your back pressing you harshly into the counter as his toned arm comes into your vision grabbing a utensil from the marble holder.

Your eyes widen as he snatches the wooden spatula with three little slats that will be sure to leave odd welts. He places the handle of the spatula in his mouth as you wiggle to break free while his free hand rips away your skirt to reveal a nude laced thong that matches that abandoned bra so well.

"Oh and who did you wear these for?" He asks holding the utensil just above your ass, "Were you expecting your boss to explore?"

You don't answer, still squirming beneath his steely grip.

"Ah the cat has your tongue now huh kitten?" He brings the spatula up high just for it to kiss your ass with a ringing sound, "See I don't think Kirishima would be rough enough for you."

You let out a moany yelp before he brings the spatula back down again, your core heats as does your cheeks as you enjoy the punishment he brings.

"That's for calling another man with no bra on where he could clearly see the outline of your nipple ring." He growls, striking again and then again, "This is for using your damn breathy whine with him that you know drives me wild brat."

Then he brings it down a final time as you soak through the thin fabric, juices beginning to collect along your thick thighs.

"This is for is for the innuendos that made me think to find you like this little kitten."

You moan again, wondering how big the welts will be or if your cheeks are bruised as he tosses the improtu instrument onto the counter where you can see. The handle is charged and splintered from his grip, the sight of it makes your core clench as you think of him holding back. He smooths his heated hand over his new markings before he gives it a final smack with his bare palm.

Face leaning down low to give it the smallest kiss, his eyes catching onto your overly noticeable arousal.

"Tch. You really are a slut huh? So wet and from being *punished* too." He growls, fingers slipping past the fabric to find your swollen bud, he runs his fingers up your length before settling in on a brutal pace. Your hips buck against him, legs quivering as he begins to bring you up to the best high, your moans come out loud and breathy as he pushes you impossibly further onto the counter top, the edge pressing deeper into your solar plexus.

"So close to cumming already? We can't have that can we? Only good kittens get to cum." He slows just a tad before hearing you up again. Your moans climb higher as the coil in your stomach tightens. Just as it is about to spring he removes his hand completely as you whine in response.

"Bakugou that's..." You don't get to finish before his hand is gripping onto your hair, pulling you up quickly.

"That's not how a good kitten would address me." He growls, before his mouth finds the tender flesh on your throat. Kissing, sucking and biting every moan from you he can as you continue to grow slicker.

"Aaahh. I'm....I'm sorry, Bakugou-sama." He bites back his groan when you answer. His mind flashing back to you in a similar outfit you wore today the first time he met you.

A tight skirt and blouse, a tailored jacket but you must have worn only a bralette that day because all he could see was the outline of your right nipple ring. Winking at him, teasing him from the beginning hinting at the brat that you are. He thought of many dirty things he wanted to do to you.

He never thought they would actually happen, let alone you actually love him.

He slips his hand to give that nipple ring a tug to which you moan before he steps back, removing his hands from your wrists.

"Hands on the counter." He snarls as he takes you in, purplish welts bloom on your ass, making you that much more alluring. Instead of listening what do you do?

You try to pretend that you are in charge, getting up and turning to face him. The glare he serves you is hotter than any fire as he looks down at you, lip pulled slightly away from teeth. You look away as you speak.

"I don't think you're being fair denying me my..." Is all you get out before you catch his eyes again. You gulp as his gaze is now too intense, too heated and dominate to oppose. Suddenly the floor is much more interesting than your boyfriend. A deadly hand grabs onto your chin, he tilts you this way and that trying to catch your eye. Finally you glance at his face before looking away once more.

"I thought you were braver than that little kitten. But you can't even look me in the eye." He moves his hand to your throat as your knees weaken, "Pathetic."

All you can see is his smile as he squeezes, careful to avoid your larynx before he sends you into dizzying sub space. It washes over your body slowly, as if dipping yourself underwater. Your eyes flutter, body relaxes into his touch as many emotions flood your system at once while you engage fight or flight.

Your breathing is short and ragged before he let's go tilting your chin upwards to face him. He looks you over, assessing to make sure he does not need to stop this sudden session he has initiated. When you blink slowly up at him he continues his ravishing. Grip tightening as he leans in, lips hovering over yours before they are devoured.

Harsh kisses, tongues fighting as you gasp for air during it all. Happily giving in to his will before his mouth is at your ear.

"Now be a good kitten and do what you are told. Turn around and place your hands on the counter." You do as you're told, even wiggling your ass as some of your brat swims to the surface. Only to be swatted down by a sharp slap to your ass.

You hear the glorious sound of his belt coming undone before his hardened member is resting on your clit. Try to move for friction only for your hips to be crushed by strong hands. After a moment too long he runs himself up and down you. Before resting at your entrance.

"Please Bakugou-sama. Please." You whine, aching need driving you wild as you wait for him to plunge hilt deep. He slams himself into you and you whimper more than eager for the fucking that is to come.

But he hardly moves, smiling down at you as you look over his shoulder expectant. Bakugou knows he can wait you out. He knows in no time you'll be a needy mess, asking for pleasure. Telling him who owns you all without his asking.

Moments pass as he remains unmoving depsite your whining, clenching and even sad attempts at bucking. His smile becomes deadly as he pulls his final trick to send you buck wild. He twitches his dick and watches you unfold.

Trying so hard to fuck yourself on his dick as he holds your hips, only allowing you to get maybe a half an inch's movement before you slam your hands onto the counter in a huff.

"Sama. I'm going to get real bratty soon!" You voice raises an octive only for him to twitch again, "Please Kirishima wouldn't do this."

He slams your face down into the counter as he leans over you.

"What exactly wouldn't he do kitten?" His voice is dark and deadly, you need to be careful with your answer. You've pissed him off and pushed him too much to where he's left a session before. Leaving you high and dry.

Sure you could make yourself cum fast and hard but there was nothing compared to the edging Bakugou could do.

Plus it's always a harder cum with him.

"He would never be able to fuck me this good. Sama. Or have me beg like you can Sama." You cry out, still aching for the friction. He must not be satisfied with your answer as he keeps his hand on your neck.

"Maybe you should call him right now since the two of you are such good friends."

"But...you're..."

"I'm what? I'm using you to warm my cock. Call him, if you can manage to keep a normal conversation for three minutes while I'm in you then I'll forgive your disobedience and allow you to cum." He passes you your phone, unlocking it to dial Kirishima's number. He waits for you to hit the little green reciever.

"Better hit it before I do or I'll make you tell him who you belong too." He snarls as you fumble with your phone. You go to place it to your ear only for Bakugou to grab onto it. Placing the call on speaker while setting the phone close to you.

"Y/N? Are you and Bakugou okay?" His voice is laced with worry, you go to open your mouth only for Bakugou to pull all the way out just to slam into you again. You scrape the wood on the counter top to keep from crying out.

"Y..yes Kirishima. It was just a misunderstanding." Your respond as Bakugou slams into you again. Causing your eyes to flutter and making you miss everything Kirishima said.

Bakugou cocks his eyebrow awaiting your rebutle before you croak out.

"I'm sorry Eji-san. Can you repeat that my reception kinda sucks."

"I was just asking how dinner turned out but now I'm wondering if there is even a kitchen still standing." He laughs as you look over the burnt meal.

Bakugou ruts into you now with a steady pace. Sure to keep it slow enough that skin would not slap too loudly. You're beginning to lose the ability to think rationally as his fingers tease your needy bud.

"Ah well I'm.." You pause, swallowing a moan whole, "I'm surprised it's still standing too."

The conversation bounces back and forth as you struggle to keep quiet. You watch the timer as it steadily climbs closer to that beloved three minute mark before Bakugou finally gives you some mercy.

"Y/N, get off the phone. We still have to figure out dinner no thanks to you Shitty hair."

"Hey man I was just trying to help." He laughs, "Pizza is always a good alternative! Bye Y/N and Bakugou it was just a miss understanding. Bye friends!"

You barely have time to end the call before Bakugou is now mercilessly pounding into you, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the small kitchen melding in nicely with the sounds of your moans and his groans.

He pulls on your hair as he hits into you just right, the coil in your stomach returns as you think of him fucking you during your phone call, of his hands around your throat and the thought of him filling you up has you starting to see stars.

"S...sa...sama." You can barely speak with how nicely he is pounding into you, "I was good right?"

"Are you asking to cum?" He snarls, thrusts beginning to turn sloppy as he pulls on your hair. You nod slightly to which he delights, "You may come but you better scream who you belong to."

He increases the intensity and pace to help send you over the edge. You're screaming as he fucks into you, clenching around him as he sends you into yet another back to back.

All the while your voice goes horse with his name stumbling from your lips.

After your third crescendo he finally allows himself release, more sloppy thrusts as you mewl and moan beneath him. His eyes linger to your perfectly bruised ass, all the way up to your flushed cheeks before he begins to spill his seed within you, burying himself deep within you as he does.

The two of you pant for a moment before he flips you over to plant a searing kiss onto your lips.

"You're okay my kitten?" He asks tenderly as you nod. He notices the abandoned monstrosity that you called dinner, "You tried cooking for me?"

You want to burst into tears over your failure but instead you cling to him for comfort as you again nod softly. He laughs before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

"Thank you baby. It's the thought that counts. But if you have to rely on someone else to help rely on me since I'm the best damn cook there is." He teases wrapping strong arms around you, "Now let's order pizza like shitty hair said. Maybe if you're good I'll make you dessert after."

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Ten + Pizza

requested.

idk anon asked for fluff, but I’m really weak in that department.

-

When you had messaged Ten about wanting some pizza and he had replied with “gotchu”, you expected him to bring over 3 boxes of pizza from your favorite pizza place.

But you opened the door after he rings the bell, you were not met with the regular pizza boxes. Instead, Ten had hauled in 3 canvas grocery bags full of what you can only guess from your boyfriend’s mischievous smile.

“Uhm, hi?” You step aside to let him in and he passes by you after a quick peck on your cheek.

“Hello, princess.” He greets, walking straight to the kitchen. You follow him after locking the door and watch him unpack the groceries on your kitchen table.

“What are all these? I only asked for pizza.” You take one of the bags and remove its contents.

“This is pizza! Well,” Ten shrugs and shoots you a grin, “Not yet, at least.” He holds up an elongated can, “Pre-made pizza dough, a can of tomato sauce, some different types of cheese--I got you extra mozzarella, by the way-- I also bought bacon, ground beef, bell peppers, and any other toppings that can go on the pizza.”

“I wanted to eat now.” You grumbled, reading the ingredients on a pouch of pineapple tidbits.

He laughs, “I should have known, but then I realized on my way out of my house that it takes me, even with your help, to choose the pizzas to buy just as long it takes to make some. So, I just bought whatever we needed to make pizzas and we can try to make some together. And even better, we can go crazy on the toppings and have different flavored slices instead of the same 3 variants of we bought 3 boxes.”

You sigh, “I guess you're right-- why are there marshmallows and cookies here?”

“I wanted dessert pizzas.”

It took a while to prepare all the ingredients, opening the cans and chopping up some vegetables but the real challenge was preparing the pizza dough.

You and Ten had debated on how many and how big each pizza should be, you wanted small ones so you could experiment on toppings while on the other hand, Ten wanted one giant one (that's just enough to fit your oven and give it space to grow) where you could just have the same amount of toppings, but it'll be in squares.

You won him over, pointedly quoting Johnny by saying “No one wants to be a square.”

Each of you roll your own small pies, being resourceful by using any straight, cylindrical objects in your kitchen as you did not own a rolling pin. And Ten went as far as flattening it out by covering it plastic wrap and pressing a pan on top it.

His idea worked better.

“(Y/N)! Watch me hand toss it.”

“I don’t think that’s a good ide-Ah!! TEN!” You weren’t able to stop him and by the time he spins the dough with his fingers, it catapults over to you and sticks to half of your face. When you pull it off, you see your make up had smudged on it.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry (Y/N)!” He fails at holding his laugh back, making you hit his arm. “Ow!”

“Well, we can’t use this now since it wiped off half of my makeup.” You claw off the surface that visibly had the stain of your foundation and tossed it aside. “Let’s hurry up and finish this already, I’m really hungry.”

“Okay, okay, princess.” Ten snorts, bringing the tomato sauce in between you two.

Putting the toppings on took longer than expected. When you wanted to add a few more vegetables, Ten kept picking them off and replacing it with whatever meat he deemed it lacked of when you weren’t looking. You noticed what he was eventually doing and scolded him, forcibly shoving a couple of slices of bell pepper into his mouth. Laughing it off, he promised to put *a few* veggies on half of the pie.

When it came to the dessert pizza, the two of you debated on whether to put hazelnut spread or chocolate shavings as the sauce.

“Why not both?” You shrugged, grabbing a spoon for the hazelnut spread.

“Ah, my princess is so smart~” He coos you, but you merely roll your eyes at him.

“Get to work, Chittaphon.”

Ten pouts at you for a moment before showering the dough with chocolate shavings he grated earlier. While you tried to pry open the the bag of marshmallows, Ten placed oreos and mini chocolate chip cookies all over the pie as if they were pepperoni slices.

“I’m already getting a toothache from seeing this… Maybe we should think this through?”

“What’s done is done, [Y/N]. Let’s get these in the oven.” He teases, placing the dessert pizza on a baking sheet with the other pizza you prepared.

Once all pizzas (a whopping 6 10” inch pizzas) were in the oven and slowly cooking, you and Ten stationed yourselves in front of it and watched it rise.

While waiting, Ten asked about your day, listening to your short rant, and you did the same for him.

“Isn’t this dangerous? Something about radiation or whatever?” You blink at the orange lights of the oven.

“Probably, but it’s so cold~” He pouts, pulling you closer, “And it’s so much warmer here than anywhere else in your house.”

Winter is ending and Spring is around the corner, but the air was still cold and you would still be freezing with just 2 layers of clothing when you leave your house.

Up until the pizzas were done, the two of you talked about random things or watched in amusement when the pizzas’ toppings bubbled and popped, all the while still cuddled into each other's arms.

The first pizza out was the dessert pizza because you noticed the marshmallows turning black and smelled them burning. It wasn’t completely charred but at least the dough was cooked and the rest of the toppings were nicely melted. The rest of the pizzas came out nicely and it took no less than 10 minutes for you and Ten to set up at the living room so you could eat and watch some shows.

“All we need is a camera and we can film a mukbang.” He chuckles, noting how the plated pizzas and bottles of juice and cola are crowding the small coffee table.

“I’d rather film a mukbang with Jaehyun, he’s better at explaining flavors than you.”

Feigning hurt, he retorts, “At least I don’t clap like Taeil!”

That sends both of you into a laughing fit and almost brought tears into your eyes. After calming down, either of you took a slice of pizza from different plates and ate.

“Oh! This really good!”

“Better than the ones we buy from the stores.” You hum, already eyeing the next flavor you want to try next.

“Should we do this every week then?”

You shake your head, “Nah, maybe every other month? We can invite the others if you want! Show them that you’re a genius at making pizzas.”

Ten finishes his small slice and moves onto the dessert pizza, “This would be a hit with the Dreamies, don’t you think?” When he pulls off a slice, the marshmallow goo creating a stringy mess, he’s quick to shove it into his mouth.

Almost immediately he makes a face that makes you laugh, “Is it too sweet?”

He nods his head, gesturing for the water on your side of the table.

When you hand it over, you couldn’t help but laugh at how big his gulps were. “I just want to remind you that you wanted that dessert pizza of yours. Imagine if we went through with putting the peanut butter cups in it.”

“Stop laughing!” He whines, pinching off a piece and feeds it to you before you could push his hand away.

“Ugh! This is a dentist’s money maker!” You scowl, grabbing the bottle of water from him and downing the rest of it.

“Let’s agree to not speak of this monstrosity and serve the others the rest, deal?”

“Deal.”

-

a/n: lol how do u fluff

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[hillywooddestiel]

Stranger Things Have Happened: Prologue

Prologue

Characters: Nancy, Barb, Y/N Winchester, Dustin, Mrs Wheeler, Steve (mentioned), Sam, Dean

Warnings: language, crack (it’s a crossover so…)

Word count: 1.7k

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

A/N: I am soooo excited to write this series. I know I’m probably not the first to do a crossover of Supernatural and Stranger Things but I just had this idea and really really really wanted to do a series. I hope you love it as much as I do xx Masterlist

Story:

4th November 1983, Hawkins, Indiana…

“Hey Y/N!” I close my locker to find Nancy walking up to me, a huge smile on her face. I fold my arms around my books, quirking a brow.

“You’ve just been with Steve, haven’t you?” I guess, causing her to blush.

“Keep your voice down! I don’t need the whole school to know.” Nancy urges, stepping closer and keeping her voice low.

“So you have been seeing Steve! I knew it!”

“Who’s with Steve?” Barb asks, joining us as we walk down the corridor to leave. Nancy gives me a death stare,

“It’s Nancy! That why she keeps going off to study.” Barb’s mouth drops open as Nancy slaps my arm with the back of her hand.

“Nancy Wheeler!” She exclaims, causing Nancy’s face to turn an even brighter shade of red. The rest of the journey to my car is walked in silence, Barb and I struggling to hold our laughter.

As I dig around in my bag pocket for my keys, Barb continues on ahead of us.

“Hey Barb! You not coming?” Nancy queries, popping the passenger door open.

“Can’t. We have that huge essay from Ms. Fitz. I want to get a head start so I have time to study for the chem test.” She explains casually, gripping her textbooks to her chest.

“Barb c'mon! It’s the weekend. You’ll have plenty of time to study.” I counter, resting my elbow on the roof of the car.

“Sorry Y/N/N. I can’t risk failing. You guys have fun though.” Barb dismisses our offer, giving a quick wave before turning to head to the bulky, yellow buses. We both just shrug before getting in my car.

“So, Nancy…” I smirk, glancing up while finishing the second coat of baby pink on her nails.

“What?” She laughs, clearly not getting the message from me wiggling my eyebrows. With a sigh, I replace the lid of the bottle of polish and place it on her nightstand.

“You and Steve, huh?” The pink hue to Nancy’s cheeks returns.

“We’re just friends.” She brushes off my implications, taking a hold of my own hand to begin my manicure.

“You guys make out yet?”

“No! No… Ok maybe once…” I raise one eyebrow at her, “Fine twice… Okay a lot! But I know what you’ve been getting up to with Eric O'Connell behind janitor closet doors so you can stop looking at me like that.”

“Hey! Me and Eric were a one time thing. Or was that Anthony Montorzi?” Nancy laughs whole heartedly at my confusion.

“Y/N! Only you could be making out with so many guys you forget who they are.” She teases, ignoring my scowl.

“Excuse me, I didn’t forget. It’s just, still being the new girl in town, even four months later, has it’s interesting appeal to boys. Plus I get invited to a lot of parties with a lot of alcohol and that seems to help a lot.” I can’t conceal my laughter.

“Fair enough. But how do you do it? How do you… Just become popular? And get invited to parties. And have guys just fall for you.”

“Asks the future queen of high school, who is currently dating the king of high school.” I lift my nails to my pursed lips to blow them dry.

“We’re not dating! But you’re just avoiding my question.” Nance points out, leaning back on her hands. Slumping over, I let out a heavy breath.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m sure it’ll wear off soon when they realise I’m just a nerd trying to get to a good college.”

“But you just act cool all the time, with all your leather jackets and you’re just so… Well, cool!” She gestures her hand to all of me. I have to lean back and think for a minute: I genuinely don’t know how to answer that question. Sure, I try to act tough in front of everyone just like my brothers have always taught me but, that’s really not who I am. If it weren’t for Sam and Dean, I’d probably be just like Nancy. I’d be a mousy little girl living a quiet little life at the end of some cul-de-sac in the suburbs someplace out far from any excitement. Someplace like Hawkins, Indiana.

“Believe me, I’m not cool, like, at all. I just… I was taught not to care what anyone thinks growing up and to keep my walls up at all times.” I shrug, resuming blowing in my nails.

“Do you have your walls up right now?” Nancy surprises me with her question.

“No. I don’t have to around you.” I simply smile.

Someone slapping the door with their palm breaks us from what we’re doing.

“Who’s that?” I ask in a low voice, Nancy rolling her eyes.

“My brother probably. Or one of his dumb friends.” She shuffles to the edge of the bed to answer the door. With a huff, she swings it open to be met by a much shorter boy beaming at her under a mountain of curls.

“Hey Nancy!”

“Dustin, what do you want?” Nance forgoes the pleasantries.

“H-hey Y/N…” Dustin peers around Nancy to see me. I smile and give him a wave.

“Hi Dustin!” He blushes a little under his hat from my reply.

“Dustin?” Nancy asks frustratedly through clenched teeth.

“Oh… Right. Your mom asked me to tell you that dinner’s ready and if Y/N is staying to eat.” He grins, oblivious to Nancy’s annoyance. After a glance at my watch, I slide off the bed and go to the door before Nancy can answer.

“It’s okay Dustin. I have to get home now so it’ll just be you guys and Nancy for dinner tonight.” I look back as I squeeze past to see Nancy’s ‘don’t leave me with them’ look. I shoot her back an ‘I’m sorry’ look before descending the squeaky stairs.

“Oh hey Y/N! Are you not staying for dinner?” Nancy’s mom calls from the kitchen as she spots me about to leave.

“Sorry Mrs Wheeler. I’ve got to get home to my family. Sam’s making meatballs.”

“Ok. But you’re staying on Sunday right?” She points with her ladle at me, dripping sauce all over the counter.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Mrs Wheeler!” I smile before backing out the front door.

As I push open on the stiff door, I’m greeted by a distinct burning smell. Coughing and wafting a hand in front of my face, I wipe my feet on the door mat before kicking off my shoes and dumping my bag.

“Come on, you know the rules! Put your stuff away, neatly.” Dean points to my discarded belongings from halfway up the stairs. His hair is dripping wet from his post-work shower and a towel is slung around his shoulders.

“Oh come on dude, really? You’re such a neat freak.” I scoff, kicking my shoes into the rack by the door and putting my bag by the door. Dean rolls his eyes before joining me on my way to the kitchen. “What’s that smell?” I scrunch up my nose as it gets stronger.

“That’s the smell of me calling for a pizza.”

In the kitchen, Sam stands over a charred pan, scraping at it with a spatula. The room has a smoky haze and he has a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Sam! You said you were making meatballs, not cannonballs.” I pick up one of the solid black balls from the plate to examine it.

“I’m sorry! I put too much oil in the pan, it caught fire and burned it all.” Sam explains, tossing the destroyed pan into the trash.

“Cheese or pepperoni?” Dean asks with the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, the pizza place menu in his hands.

“Uh, both!” Sam and I respond in unison.

It’s not long before the pizza delivery guy is pounding on our door and we’re sitting at the kitchen table munching on greasy cheese like any other dysfunctional family. I have to fight to get more than two slices as Dean seems to be inhaling his share before Sam and I can even finish one slice.

“Dude, slow down! You’re gonna get indigestion.” Sam slaps Dean’s hand away from the box.

“I’m hungry!” He whines with a mouth full of food.

“We’re all hungry! You’ve already had half the pepperoni and you’re on your second cheese. Leave some for the rest of us.”

“Yeah, some of us didn’t have any time for lunch.” Sam joins in, rubbing his growling stomach.

“Well maybe if you actually went for lunch instead of just reading you’d have time to eat your stupid salad.” Dean points out in a bitter tone, eyeing up the leftover crusts on my plate.

“Well maybe if you ate a vegetable every once in a while instead of just take out all the time, you wouldn’t be so out of breath going up the stairs.” Sam retorts, earning a steely glare from Dean.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Stop mocking me for eating salads.”

“Don’t be such a baby! And don’t talk shit about me being fat.”

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to go for a run now and again. You’re not getting any younger and your metabolism isn’t what it used to be.” Sam explains, getting up to get a beer from the fridge.

“I get plenty of exercise! I walk all the time at work. Look at you, you just sit around all day reading.” Dean gestures his had to Sam.

“Going on the donut run every other time doesn’t count! And I go for a run every morning.” Sam protests, getting into a full on brother-brother argument. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I take my plate to the sink and head towards my bedroom. They don’t even notice, instead continuing to take digs at eachother about running.

“Hey! Don’t you talk about Baby like that!” I hear Dean’s chair scrape along the floor, obviously from him standing up quickly, and him shout at Sam. Their arguments always get on to the subject of the car. It’s inevitable. I normally choose not to get involved, opting to do homework or study instead. Once in my room, I flick the switch on my stereo to block out the sound of their bickering and lie back on my bed. The synthesiser sound of Duran Duran eventually sends me of into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

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America’s Most Exciting New Diner Is in Upstate New York

The West Taghkanic Diner in Ancram, New York Photo: Lauren Lancaster

It’s not every day that your diner’s hash was made by a cook whose last job involved making aged, pressed cakes of pork fat for an entire menu built around whole pigs. But, Kristopher Schram isn’t running an everyday diner. Schram — who is now, perhaps, the world’s first short-order chef — spent over a decade cooking from California to Copenhagen, at places like Copenhagen’s Manfreds, Melbourne’s Attica, and Healdsburg’s Madrona Manor. The chef was moving toward opening his own place there. Now, though, he’s back in his upstate New York hometown of Ancram, running a diner that’s 15 minutes away from the house where he grew up.

Schram is the first to admit that, after culinary school, he never thought he’d land at a place like the West Taghkanic Diner. He was one of many talented cooks to pass through Napa Valley’s iconic but now closed Terra, eventually becoming the chef de cuisine. Romance brought him to Copenhagen in 2012, where he linked up with Christian Puglisi, one of the most famous of the Noma alums. After a stint at Puglisi’s tasting menu spot Relæ, Schram was offered a sous chef gig at the chef’s wine bar Manfreds. “I started realizing that I’m still using the same techniques I was using in fine dining,” he says of his time there. “It’s just at a lot faster pace and a much higher energy and that really opened my eyes to the fact that I just didn’t want to do fine dining anymore.”

After two years at Manfreds, Puglisi tapped Schram to open Bæst, a pizzeria where the produce comes from Puglisi’s farm. He was there for three years, leaving in September of 2017 to open his own restaurant in Copenhagen. But romance brought Schram back home, when his wife got the U.S. correspondent gig for a Danish paper. As he put out feelers in New York City, he realized he couldn’t get rid of the “itch” to do his own thing. Then he was let in on some interesting news: A classic roadside diner was available “My whole family is still here, so they have their ear to the ground and I just heard some rumbling that the place was for sale. I snuck in there before anyone really realized it was on the market,” he says.

The WTD hash with two fried eggs, red potatoes, 12-hour smoked pastrami, bacon, and toast. Photo: Lauren Lancaster

The decision was, Schram says, a no-brainer. He bought, and went about rehabbing, the diner — gutting the kitchen (it “was a nightmare”), tidying up the dining room, and bringing on an marketing agency, Sophie Wedd Design. Early on, a local baker named Kate Snider (of Honey’s) was tipped off by a mutual friend who said Schram needed someone to bake pies once a week. They hit it off, and she proposed a full-time gig. Schram also brought on the chef Christopher Bradley, who worked at Gramercy Tavern and Untitled.

Open since 1953, the West Taghkanic is a silver-dollar pancake’s throw from the Taconic State Parkway. It’s got that Back to the Future chrome look, with black and red lines, big square windows, and a neon sign that’s very much of another era. It drips with Americana like melted butter. The culinary road warriors Jane and Michael Stern once enthusiastically endorsed the old iteration and Schram went, he says, 20 or more times as a kid. But he says everyone he knows stopped because it’d gone downhill in recent years. He wanted to restore it, both physically and culinarily, without straying too far from what makes American diners so great in the first place.

The breakfast sandwich with crispy egg, stracciatella, greens, bacon, and sesame kaiser. Photo: Lauren Lancaster

“When I go to a diner I’m always looking for those classics, you know? I feel the other things you can have a lot of fun with. And that’s what I’ve always searched out in a restaurant — a place that you don’t have those extreme rules,” the chef explains. The menu reads very familiar, but Schram sees that changing in a couple years. Still, things won’t get too unfamiliar during the day. “I want them to walk in and be like, ‘ah, this is a diner. And it’s comforting like a diner. And there’s my favorite dishes just like a diner but whoa, what is this?’”

There are plenty of diner classics, but nothing is straightforward. Everything is under $14, and many dishes are $10 or under. Cornmeal buttermilk pancakes get a pat of salted butter, and a juicy “hamburger sandwich” (or “veggieburger sandwich”) is crowned with charred onions. A 9-foot smoker is parked outside, for bacon and homemade pastrami, as well the turkey and smoked mayo in the properly tall club. Fries are thick and shattering, with condiments like smoked mayo with a red swirl of fermented chili. You can get your omelet with ‘nduja and stracciatella, and there’s lemon-y sumac in the Greek salad. Snider walks the same line with her rotating pies and layer-cakes, making carrot cake with sliced ginger in the frosting, coconut pie, and an orange meringue pie in lieu of lemon meringue. Last weekend, she put out more counter-top items like buckwheat blondies and, of course, there are milkshakes.

The turkey club (with hot smoked turkey breast, bacon, avocado, and smoked mayo) and a Bloody Mary Ann (mezcal, smoked tomato, fermented chili, pickle juice, red miso, and horseradish). Photo: Lauren Lancaster

“You walk into a diner and you see a display case with these over-the-top desserts. So, that’s not really our aesthetic. We are finding that middle ground,” she says. Later she adds, “I always have felt like if I’m gonna go to a diner with someone, I’m gonna sit with a cup of coffee and be engaged in talk. And it’s not about the food, it’s about the environment. I love that concept.”

Other dishes are more all-day café. Take the local grain porridge flavored with citrusy earl grey, or the local greens and grains (so New Nordic!) with smoked chickpea with Nordic rye. The most provocative for the grumpy ones is the avocado toast. “As much as you can kind of snicker at how everybody has it on their menu, people like it,” he says. “As trendy as it is, for sure I think that is something that you could definitely envision even casual diners putting on their menus.”

Some of Snider’s desserts. Photos: Lauren Lancaster.

Some of Snider’s desserts. Photos: Lauren Lancaster.

On a recent, rainy Friday, lunch got progressively busier as it turned to early afternoon. Schram was there cooking, emerging every now and then to deliver food. I was there with a couple upstate friends and one’s fiancé, who grew up not that far away. The topic of the Phoenicia Diner — which a New York friend remarked he sees a different person Instagram “literally every single weekend” — naturally came up. “When I was growing up, it was full of people wearing flannel. Now it is full of people wearing flannel,” he says.

That place raises the question of how to not alienate locals and regulars — at a moment when real-estate market is rising, and the New York Times asks, “Is the Hudson Valley Turning into the Hamptons?” — though bad food does this in its own way, too. On the beverage menu, there are hallmarks of today’s hipper restaurants. Natural wines, instead of supermarket wines; Nine Pin cider from Albany; a mezcal cocktail in the Bloody Mary Ann; and Yesfolk’s uniquely delicious kombucha. Still, the coffee is endless. (It’s from Ithaca roaster Forty Weight.) And there’s house-made chocolate milk. It’s a balancing act.

“Of course, with anything you do, you’re going to alienate someone. This historic diner has been a certain way for a long time. So there are probably going to be locals who are not so interested in what we’re doing,” Schram says.

A couple in for Saturday lunch.Kristopher Schram cooking in the kitchen.More guests.Photos: Lauren Lancaster..

A couple in for Saturday lunch.More guests.Kristopher Schram cooking in the kitchen.Photos: Lauren Lancaster..

One man posted up at the long, wide counter that’s the gravitational center of the dining room. People ate Reubens while what might be called dad rock in ten years played softly: the Replacements, the Velvet Underground, Joy Division’s less brooding songs. Many of the tables were occupied by older couples, one of them were greeted by a friendly server like they’d been coming forever. Maybe they will.

Diners occupy more real estate in the minds of Americans than any other kind of restaurant. They’re egalitarian and expansive. And people are opinionated about what they should and shouldn’t be. But diners are not fixed, which is what appeals to Schram. Greek immigrants added gyros and more to menus in the Northeast. There’s meatloaf and chicken parm. One of my favorites, West Brattleboro, Vermont’s the Chelsea Royal, serves pizzas, a Cajun skillet breakfast, and on Fridays and Saturdays a “Mexican menu” with Southwestern wings. Once upon a time, Southwestern food was the hottest thing in American cooking. That’s no longer the case. But trends get folded and baked into these places, like butter into flour. A diner can be, relatively speaking, whatever you want it to be. Which is how the West Taghkanic Diner ended up with, in all likelihood, the world’s most pedigreed short order cook.

Snider and Schram. Photo: Lauren Lancaster

The Greek Salad gets a lemon-y hit of sumac. Photo: Lauren Lancaster

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