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tiptapricot · 2 years ago

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thoughts on the mk boys and their tastes in foods? cuisines, fav snacks, how they might bicker about things, whatever u feel <3

I love talking ab food preferences hehehhehe this kinda ended up being a look at their relationships with food in general as well which was actually rlly fun to explore! (Obvs food talk, as well as talk of the system’s childhood, food sensory issues, and specifically issues with eating due to neurodivergence, not any ED stuff, but still, if any of those r squicks for you 🤙)

Marc

I think Marc’s the most rigid when it comes to his foods. He’s not adverse to trying new things, he just keeps his circles small and knows what he likes

Bar a few specific cases, I don’t think he’s much of a mushy/goopy food person, or a sweet tooth

Soup’s fine (he loves bean soups and soups with meat bc they’re hearty), some puddings, some dips (like hummus and guacamole), but he’s not a huge fan of tomato products in tomato form (pizza is fine, bruschetta wouldn’t be) or things that feel slimy (like pasta with Alfredo sauce, or uncooked beans in sauce)

Some exceptions include Chicago deep dish, star fruit, salsa, and pickled veggies

I think he generally likes crunchy things like chips, carrots, apples, crackers, and more neutral baked goods like breads and bagels. He’s absolutely a bagel with cream cheese on the go kind of guy, nostalgic and tasty (though for his preference the ones in Chicago beat out New York and London any day)

He doesn’t mind sweet stuff, it’s just not his favorite. He’ll have a danish every now and then, maybe a brownie, but it’s just not stuff he actively seeks out

I think he still tries to keep roughly kosher, out of familiarity and comfort and connection, but I could also see him only adhering to certain rules (like no pork but good w cheeseburgers), or it slipping if he’s in deep emotional distress or especially bitter at his parents, but he does try

I think he knows how to cook pretty decently, maybe not top of the line but he can absolutely make a meal, and usually tries to make stuff from scratch to avoid shopping too much. He’s not a huge fan of crowded stores or having to make lists and plan meals, so sticking to basics and stuff he knows, stuff he can make again and again and have as leftovers later, is usually how he likes to do things

He tries to recreate family comfort foods he remembers from his childhood sometimes (like hamantaschen with guava filling, local deli potato salads, their Passover tamales), kind of as a coping mechanism, and it’s never quite the same, but every time he gets a bit closer to whatever dish he’s attempting, it feels more worth it to keep trying

Overall he likes stuff that’s hearty, stuff that he can eat that will last him most of the day. It’s the kind of food he relied on in the military, and when he needed to spend as much time out of the house as possible when he was younger, and it works nowadays to keep the body fed and healthy when dealing with executive dysfunction and memory issues

Having stuff that can hold him over and that he doesn’t have to worry about too much creates a reliable structure he can depend on, familiarity in chaos, and so that’s what a lot of his food choices circle back to

It’s another grounding mechanism for him, another piece of the puzzle and routine

Steven (I will b using American n British terms interchangeably just ignore it)

Steven’s pretty British and snacky with his food, and obviously he’s vegan and keeps kosher, but beyond that he’s not too picky, and isn’t the best when it comes to taking care of the body with food

He likes sweets and fruits and chips, stuff like blueberries and nuts that he can eat absentmindedly while he reads, or that he can stuff in a ziploc and take to work

Crisp sandwiches and beans on toast are big too, and he uses vegan butter and cheese to make them, usually for breakfast or after work, and those are both comfort meals for him, ones that are quick and easy and don’t take much effort

He gets vegan sausage rolls from the store or makes them himself if the premade brands aren’t certified, and he likes those for breakfasts on days off when he can have a bit more of a lazy day in, make some tea, put on a long documentary, hang back with a bigger breakfast, that kind if thing. He makes Yorkshire puddings and hash browns for those kind of days if he has the energy

Yorkshire puddings are also a general favorite of his, and he usually leans into having them more for dessert, with big scoops of vegan ice cream after he’s had a bad day (his favorite flavor is vanilla but he experiments with weird flavors a lot)

Cereal’s a big one too, usually with almond milk and he oscillates between liking sweetened or unsweetened kinds more

I think the spiciest thing he eats semi regularly would be stuff like jalapeño potato chips or slightly spicy veggie dips, he’d probably consider brown sauce kind of spicy, and I think his tolerance is low

Steven also absolutely falls into the neurodivergent trap of food being in the background, something that easily slips his mind, or when it doesn’t, ends up at the mercy of convenience

None of his foods are bad on their own, but the issues arise when all he’s eaten in a day is two pieces of beans on toast and it’s already bedtime, or when he gets so engrossed in reading he doesn’t get up for six hours and suddenly feels lightheaded

He tries his best, he just never thinks about it much and usually falls into things that are quick when he does, which can easily lead to him eating sandwiches and almonds for a whole week

He also has some sensory issues that can muddle things, like a usual go to food being fine one moment and disagreeable to his mouth the next, and if he can’t find anything to eat it’s easy for him to just shrug it off and forget

Reminders started popping up on his phone at some point (totally not from Marc) to check in and make sure he’s gotten some food in him, and those have helped loads, but it’s still not perfect

Post Cairo Marc helps more, checking in with Steven when the body feels funky and usually having the spoons to cook between the two of them, so they end up having stuff available to grab in the fridge when they need. Marc even tries to label the stuff that’s non-vegan as well as which things have meat and which have dairy, and even when their fridge gets cluttered and extremely disorganized the care in it always makes Steven smile

Jake

Jake’s a big proponent of good food

His time in front over the years has been short enough that he always tries to make eating worth it, so he’ll seek out a good solid meal whenever he can

I think he spent a lot of time perusing Chicago and New York’s hole in the wall shops or food trucks, and has a pretty wide taste because of that

He doesn’t really keep kosher? Like sometimes he’ll lean into it if it suits the situation, or pisses Khonshu off, or it feels… right to him, but his relationship with shit is complicated and he fluctuates a lot, and it’s definitely not the defining thing that dictates his food choices

He likes pizza (New York style) and hotdogs (Colombian style, Chicago style, or ones all decked out like wrapped in bacon with carmelized onions, jalepeños, tomatoes, mayo, etc), and is also partial to wet beef sandwiches

Lots of Latino comfort food as well, like chicken pepián, Cuban coffee with sweet bread, Guatemalan empanadas, tacos al pastor, pupusas, etc.

He’s hates eating warm food cold, so whenever he eats Steven or Marc’s leftovers he always has to warm them up, otherwise it hits bad in his brain. He doesn’t have many sensory issues with food beyond that though

He was recommended to Gena’s by some acquaintances in London after hanging around a few bars and clubs with a high Latino community, and her food is the first stuff that really hits for him there. It’s not like it’s the only good food he’s tried in London, but something about Gena’s just clicks and becomes comforting

He also has a pretty strong sweet tooth, and will especially seek out sugar for comfort. He loves tres leches and while he’s also a straight black coffee enjoyer, Gena’s tintos always hit just right. He’s also always down for a classic slice of apple pie a la mode

Even though my take on Gena has her specializing in Colombian food, she makes Jake some of his favorite dishes once they get to know each other better, hoping to bring some of that comfort to the new area. She surprises him with her own take on rellenitos during one particular visit, and he ends up bringing a small take away container of them back to Steven’s apartment because he couldn’t make himself eat them all, and he didn’t want to waste them

He may not have any solid memories of Wendy outside of stepping in to get yelled at when the others couldn’t take it, and he sure as hell doesn’t have any fondness for Elias, but for some reason he can remember how that kitchen smelled, and the sound of the frying pan, and wrapped up leftovers in the fridge, and it’s still important to him and part of him

He scrawls some little note on the top of the take out container with a little “From Mum” to tie it off, and that ends up being enough for Steven not to question where the rellenitos came from when he finds them in his fridge. And he’s so excited!

Jake’s not even mad when he eats the rest of them before he can front next, he’s just glad he got to share a little bit of something that Steven enjoyed :-)

All together

I’ve already talked a lil ab Steven and Marc post Cairo, but I think once all three of them are on functional speaking terms and are cohabiting more, food is very chaotic!

They have to talk about boundaries and figure out what counts when it comes to who’s fronting and each other’s dietary restrictions

Some of the foods Jake likes are too spicy for Steven and some of Steven’s foods make Marc squirm, it’s complicated

Overall though there’s a lot of sharing and talking and bickering, fighting to see who makes dinner or frustration that someone else got to front and eat the last of something tasty, but they make it work

Feel free to add on your own hcs or additions! Or any corrections if something here sticks out as very obviously inaccurate (truly no worries!). Most of the stuff here is from research and friends, so tysm to @scarabgrant n @steverogers-against-disney n others for the food talks we’ve had that helped contribute to this :-)

And a general reminder as well: Stand up, stretch, and rmr to drink water and eat something if you haven’t in awhile! Have a lovely dayyy💖💖🤙

#glad I finished this right before going to get dinner lmaO #tw food #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #gena landers #moon knight 2022 #the fruit is talking again #mikes mk meta #the fruit is answering again

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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I wanted to let you know that there is a line you wrote that I think of at least once a week. "Sometimes simple ingredients make for lovely meals." From your 2nd installment of fashionable people (and I've been reading since day 1 of you posting fashionable people). Not sure why that line of all times, but my brain won't let it go. And it makes me feel better when I'm cooking :)

Oh I'm so glad. Thank you for reading! I know Rose isn't much of cook, but things like soup are pretty straightforward.

I save the carcas from my Thanksgiving turkey every year and make soup with the leftover bones.

But more frequently, I make pasta sauce. Since I currently work from home, it's easy to do an all day sauce, and the bade ingredients are simple, though I do throw in a few special things if they're lying around.

So in the spirit of a quiet Sunday morning, here's how I, a Jewish American woman with not a single lick of Italian lineage, make a simple pasta sauce:

Let some olive oil get hot in your sauce pot (I use a Dutch oven usually) and add chopped onions. Let them get tender before adding your garlic and let that get fragrant.

Add tomato paste and, if you have it, either anchovy paste or miso paste (this makes the sauce vegetarian and adds umami while mellowing out the tomato. I know it sounds weird but it works).

Once a fond starts to build up on the bottom of your pot, add crushed tomatoes (San marzano if you can but whatever you got) and your diced tomatoes. If you've got fresh, those also work but take longer to break down and can be pricy sometimes.

If you have other veg to add like mushrooms or carrots, throw them in now. Then goes your worcestershire sauce, salt, pepper, oregano, marjoram, Italian seasoning or whatever you have. Sometimes, if I have it on hand I'll throw in a small hunk of parmessan cheese.

Let it all come to a boil and then set your heat to low and let it simmer until dinnertime. Check it every little while to give it a stir. I found that the stove in my new place runs hotter than the one in my last apartment, so I had to baby the sauce more. I'll cook it for less time next time I make it.

Once you're ready to eat, make your pasta and throw it into your sauce, and enjoy. If you make a big batch, it makes for great leftovers. The last batch I made fed three people for dinner, two containers were sent home with my mother and @dettiot took some for lunch a day or so later.

#cooking things

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hawkinsmafia · 4 months ago

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🩰 Beatrix is a good Italian daughter for whom food culture featured heavily in her upbringing. She can cook, and cooks well. The kitchen is very active when she’s got the apron on—multiple pots on the stove, the oven on, something always waiting on the chopping board to be added into the mix shortly—but it’s a tightly controlled chaos. When things move from the cooking phase to the eating stage, the kitchen isn’t clean but it’s organized—dirty dishes are by the sink, utensils are soaking in a water glass, remaining food left in covered pots over a low flame for anyone who wants seconds.

🐛 Natalie’s kitchen repertoire isn’t quite so complex, and she trends toward simpler dishes that are comforting and homey. Hearty soups and stews, rustic pies, rich casseroles… that kind of thing. She’s very comfortable in the kitchen, very relaxed, and she usually tidies up as she goes. By the time she leaves the kitchen, any dishes not currently containing the food she made have been washed or at least put in the dishwasher, and any spills or spatters have been wiped up.

🦊 Fox isn’t much of a chef, he’d probably live off mac and cheese and whatever produce was on sale that week if Gareth would let him. His idea of cooking a fancy meal is making Hamburger Helper and maybe putting together a salad, and somehow the kitchen is a wreck when he leaves it. Vegetable peels in the sink, dirty utensils left on the counter, somehow there are two cooking pots and a skillet needing to be washed for this one-pot meal….

🎶 Rourke’s kitchen is much more controlled. He’s still learning how to cook for himself and his siblings, but he’s a careful cook and doesn’t generate a lot of excess mess, and cleans as he goes. By the time they sit down to eat, things are soaking and the leftovers will be put away quickly. Whoever winds up with the chore of doing the dishes that night doesn’t have much to complain about.

💐 Lilibet is a pretty decent cook, but a whirlwind in the kitchen. She’s got the radio on, she’s got a glass of wine, she’s bopping around the kitchen. If a pot boils over, whoopsie! If she drips tomato sauce across the counter, she’ll get to that later! The food is delicious, the kitchen is a disaster, and it’s a damn good thing there’s up to four kids and three other adults to rotate cleanup duties afterward.

🖤 Georgette doesn’t do a whole lot of cooking on her own yet, since she still lives with her mom Lilibet, but she does like to bake. She might be taking after her mom in the kitchen, but so far she does at least manage to get things into the sink when she’s done with them… although they might just sit in the basin, dry and going crusty for a few hours before someone else (probably Dmitri) sighs and takes care of it.

💋 Rose is a good cook in the southern tradition, but her trailer has a teeny kitchen and she’s lived alone for a long time, so she doesn’t use it as much as she could. She does a lot of simple cooking from boxes and cans now, things that are easily cleaned up by just tossing empty packaging into the trash. Afterward, she’ll usually go ahead and wash her single plate and silverware set and leave them in the dish rack to use again at the next meal. When she’s finished, you couldn’t tell the kitchen was just used at all.

what is your oc like when they are cooking? confident, nervous, messy, organized...?

#my ocs #beatrix corbese #natalie henderson #fox buckley #cameron o'rourke #lilibet grey #georgette grey #rose #hello I got kicked in the teeth and needed to disappear for a little bit #but now I’m over it and back on my bullshit

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wistfulphoenix · 3 years ago

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There’s lots of posts on cheap eating for when things are absolutely down to the bare cupboards and payday is a week away.

So this is more for if you have a little bit of time to cook and want/need to stretch your budget, and to make frozen meals to grab and go for work that are cheaper than premade ones or fast food.

I buy the cheapest chicken. Occasionally that means .49 cents/pound for leg quarters but usually it’s .99 cents/pound for quarters or thighs. (Whole chickens are sometimes cheaper but take too long imo to take apart since my oven is busted so I can’t roast a whole one)

Last night after work I threw all 5 pounds of thighs into a big pan, set low heat, covered, and did other stuff for almost an hour (yes I forgot about them until my dog started staring at me bc she wanted some); they don’t take that long to cook. As I pulled them out of the pan into a casserole dish, I pulled the skin off and stored it separately in case I need chicken fat or something. In fridge overnight. Today I will debone the thighs (about 10 minutes and cold fingers later). If today was busy, the meat might go back into the casserole dish in the fridge. If I needed a quick dinner, I might dump some bbq sauce on and make a veggie side, or season with chilies and onion powder and make burritos or nachos. Since I have some time today, I’ll share a way to make a bunch of frozen lunches for my partner to take to work.

Any kind of chicken and sausage soup can be used for the first bit. Dump can of soup into pan, add whatever frozen or leftover veggies are laying around. I’m adding a can of black beans too. Leftover rice, potatoes, pasta? Any of that can stretch it. Then some of the chicken. Heat. Taste. Add more spices probably (but not salt those cans if soup are salty af). Split into lunches (I’ll probably get at least three lunches from adding a 1/2-1c veg, the beans, and the chicken)

I also have a can of chicken pot pie soup. Gonna add veg and chicken and have a different flavor for 3 more lunches. And there’s still chicken left! Can be kept in fridge for other quick dinners or spread sort of flat inside a gallon sized ziploc and frozen (once it’s solid you can store it like a regular bag), so you can grab a few pieces and make more lunch or dinner magic.

You can add veg and chicken to canned chicken noodle, to any creamy or tomato-y soups as well. I particularly like the sausage chicken gumbos and southwest soups because they seem to have more robust flavor. I’m making a bunch of pasta sauce today and I’ll probably throw a bit of the Italian sausage into that one.

2023 update: Yeah, chicken ain’t that cheap anymore but all this can still be done cheaper than some other kinds of eating.

#food on a budget #budget eating #cooking #cooking on a budget

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kyouxa · 4 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 11)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!♡

Monologue

Reiji and Shu-san’s relationship stayed the same as it has always been.

While I was worried about the other houses movements, I also continued to witness the relationship of those two not turning back to any normal state.

After thinking about what I could do to change the atmosphere, I decided to treat everyone with my cooking.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Kitchen

Yui: (Since the ingredients we have are limited, I should check what I can prepare with our current leftovers)

Hmm… with this I should be able to make any kind of appetizer, like soup or pasta for example.

(Come to think of it, someone must provide us with all these sorts of ingredients)

(Considering this, I somehow feel chilly all of the sudden…)

Yuma: What? I heard a sound coming from here, so that was you. What are you doing here?

Yui: Ah, Yuma-kun. I was thinking of what I could use to cook for you all today.

Yuma: Heh, you cook? Wouldn’t it be better to leave that to Reiji?

Yui: Ah… I surely used to cook problem-free for awhile now. I’m probably not as good as Reiji-san is though.

Yuma: Well, even if it’s gonna be a failure, we can still eat these vegetables.

Yui: Are those the vegetables you grew, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: Yes, I’ve just harvested them now.

Yui: (Maybe everyone would be pleased if I used these vegetables in my cooking)

Hey, Yuma-kun. Would it be okay if I used your vegetables as a side dish for this evening?

Yuma: Hah? Why so suddenly?

Yui: You’ve grown these splendid vegetables, therefore I want everyone to eat them.

This might even create an opportunity to have Reiji and Shu-san reconcile...

Yuma: Right. You’re obviously worried about those two guys as well, huh?

If that’s the case, nice idea. You can use all you want then.

Yui: Thank you, Yuma-kun! Thank you for letting me use them.

(Okay, I first of all need to do the preliminary arrangements. It‘s been awhile since I’ve done this, so this might be fun)

Kino: Heh, is Eve on cooking duty today? Isn’t it rather unusual to use those things to have them eat?

Yui: Ah… Kino-kun

(Now that I think about it, during the quarrel Shu and Reiji-san had, I totally forgot to examine over what kind of a person Kino-kun is)

Yuma: Ah, Kino! You’ve been playing around, skipping your duties a lot these days!

You better know who‘s receiving some ass-wiping because of that!

Kino: Uwah, seems as if I’ll get in trouble unless I get out of here… keep doing your best then, Eve.

*Kino leaves*

Yui: Ah, okay...

(I can almost confidently say that his way of walking has a hidden meaning behind it. However, it‘s probably better not to worry about it though)

(Yet it feels as if he wanted to softening his way of saying that cooking is entirely meaningless to begin with…)

Yuma: Jeez, he has been doing whatever he wanted these days. Because of him, my work has multiplied itself.

Yui: Now that you mention it, he’s part of the mansion but I barely catch sight of him recently, how about you?

Yuma: He might not feel comfort to stay after Reiji started picking up a fight again. Well, I understand his attitude in some way.

Yui: (Even if he goes out to wander around to relax, there shouldn’t be anything interesting going on… or maybe he has something on his smartphone to keep him entertained?)

(...Ah! I wonder if Kino-kun would be able to place a phone call with his smartphone too… !)

Hmm… although there could be various things going on, I can’t do anything about it at all.

During these circumstances not only Reiji-san is acting with odd incentives, but it’s also difficult to find out things about Kino-kun...

(Well… I probably shouldn’t think about this while cooking. Maybe it will make me feel better if I don’t do that)

*time passed*

Yuma: Hey you, why are you cutting them so small?

Yui: Eh? Because the amount will be easier to go along with the rest like this, and it will be easier to eat too.

Yuma: Turn the rest up in higher flames then. You’ve cut the others so small, even an infant could easily eat them.

Yui: But if I’d put the remaining ones on stronger heat, they might start burning by accident.

Yuma: My vegetables wouldn’t get damaged just because of that. They could easily survive the surplusing heat.

Yui: (I-I guess that’s logical)

Yuma: Ah come on, I can’t look at this any longer. Gimme this! I’ll do it!

Yui: Yuma-kun... say what you like, but aren’t the vegetables you’re cutting a little oversized?

Yuma: I think you can enjoy the flavour they have way better like this.

Yui: If you think so…

*footsteps approach*

Shu: Hey.

Yui: Eh?

Shu: What are you two doing here together?

Yui: Shu-san, since when were you here!?

Well, err... I was only thinking of what I could make for today’s evening meal.

Shu: Haa... to think that this is the reason why you’ve sneaked out of my room as you pleased.

Yui: I‘m really sorry...

Shu: It‘s not like I’m particularly worried about that anyway. It’s more about the fact that you’ve left my room to spend your time amusing yourself with other men.

Yui: (Hmm? Is he perhaps jealous because it seemed as if we got closer to each other?)

Shu: ...Whatever. The reason I stood up for, was because of hunger anyway.

Yui: If that‘s the case, I‘ll have a meal prepared for you in an instant. Please wait a minute.

Yuma-kun was the one who brought in the vegetables, which is why I wanted to include them in today’s dinner.

Shu: I don’t care about such a thing as vegetables.

Yuma: Hah? Are you bad mouthing the vegetables I raised all by myself?

Shu: That‘s not it.

I’d just rather prefer eating something more delicious compared to vegetables.

*Shu comes closer*

Yui: Eh… do you mean you want to suck my blood… ?

Shu: What if I do?

Choices

1) Refuse it (white)♡♡♡

2) Request to do it later (black)

— Refuse it♡

Yui: W-We can‘t to that… ! Yuma-kun is still with us after all.

Shu: This is nothing Yuma should be concerned about.

— Request to do it later

Yui: Please, no… if you want to suck my blood, please do it later!

Shu: Didn‘t you hear what I said? I told you I’ve came here because I’m hungry.

Yui: But Yuma-kun is still next to the both of us…

Shu: That sort of thing shouldn’t matter to him.

end Choices

Yui: But it has something to do with him! He’d have to watch you suck my blood...

Shu: You’re the type of woman that gets more excited while being watched from others anyway.

Yui: That’s… no, that’s not it...

Shu: You have no right to go ahead and act like this. Listen obediently to what I’m going to tell you from now on.

Haa… some time ago you were opening your mouth to only talk about Yuma and vegetables. It’s careless and annoying if you do that.

*Shu grabs her*

Yui: Ouch… there’s no need to grab me so violently.

Shu: You’re being noisy. Shut up and simply let me suck your blood.

Yui: (Uhh!? Why is Shu-san being so grumpy all of the sudden!?)

Yuma: Hey, there’s no need to act so greedy. No wonder she feels nervous about you acting this way.

Shu: You shut up too.

Yuma: Haa… I get it. I’ll make sure to not look, so you can do as you please.

Yui: Eh!? You’re not even trying to stop him?

Yuma: I don’t want to be a hindrance for my elder brothers boorish ways of eating his food.

*Yuma turns around*

Yui: T-That is...

Shu: Don’t mind him and focus on me. Let Yuma hear the voice you make while doing it.

Ahh… Nn… Nn...

Yui: (The way he’s sucking my blood is way more violent than usual too…)

(Speaking of it, Shu-san even does this although Yuma-kun is right next to him…)

No… please… Shu-san...

Shu: After all, isn’t it better to have someone watch? Your blood got even sweeter than usual because of that.

Yui: That’s not...

Shu: Your face doesn’t look as dissatisfied as you act though? Which is why there’s no need to deny how good you’re feeling… or I’ll end up putting you into disarrange.

Yui: Ah… don‘t continue removing my clothes! Shu-san!

Shu: Instead of uselessly telling me not to do so, your graceful skin is tightening up as well. Are you perhaps in pleasure?

Yui: You‘re always, without fail, putting me into any kind of embarrassing situation!

Shu: Kuku… I know. But seeing your reaction while saying so is not too bad either.

From now on… I’ll continue from this place here. Keep your focus only on me and my fangs.

Nn...

Yui: Ngh… Ahh… !

(My body feels as if it sparkles… his fangs are feeling so hot that they might end up stealing away my consciousness…)

(If he keeps on sucking more, I might end up not being able to think of anything anymore)

Ah, could you slowly come to an end if possible… ?

Shu: I’m not close to satisfaction yet.

Yui: But… if you continue to suck my blood, I won’t be able to continue cooking...

Shu: I’d rather have your blood than eating any sort of cooking to begin with.

Yui: But… I mainly thought of this idea to get Shu-san to have a better day...

Shu: For me?

Yui: Yes… therefore, I...

Shu: Guess I have no other choice then… Nn

*Shu kisses Yui*

Yui: Nn...

Shu: I’ll forgive you with this.

*Shu backs off*

Yui: (My body still feels hot… but it’s likewise that Shu-san was jealous after all, right?)

(...I think it‘s cute to see him act like this, but I might as well have a serious illness after this)

Yuma: Haa, are you finally done? I was already wondering how long this would last.

Shu: What’s the deal with you, why are you still here? It’s said those who peep have bad taste.

Yuma: That’s only because you hastily entered and then had to show off!

Shu: You were the one doing the same previously.

Yuma: Hah? What kind of reason is that?

Yui: (When they’re acting like this, it really seems as if they are siblings)

Fufu...

Shu: Hey, what are you laughing at?

Yui: Ah, it’s nothing important

(It’s just that when those two talk to each other, it feels as if it calms me down… it almost feels as if Reiji-san never—)

*footsteps approach*

Yui: (..... ! Someone’s coming. No way—)

Reiji: Immediately after being left alone, you all start to clamor...

Yui: Reiji… san...

Reiji: It appears to me as if you are arranging today’s meal...

But who of you dared trying to attain ingredients from the provision without gaining permission from me first?

Yui: Excuse us, as for this… !

Reiji: ...It smells like blood in here.

Yui: ...Nn

(Reiji-san‘s voice turned completely cold… he seems awfully angry again)

Reiji: Shu. Did you suck Eve’s blood once more? Your manners are as inferior as someone eating while standing.

As I have told you many times over again already, Eve is and will not be one of your belongings.

Shu: While that may be true, that doesn’t mean she belong to you either.

Besides, I was the one being chosen by her in the first place. Do whatever you like and keep your nose out of our business then.

Love is something undesirable for you anyway.

Yui: Shu-san!

(Why would you say that just to provocate him… !)

Reiji: ...In order to cure your unpleasant ideals, it may be necessary for you to meet me tonight again, don’t you think?

Shu: Haa, that again? I don‘t want to go ahead and keep my company with you.

Reiji: Wait!

*Reiji grabs Shu*

Shu: Hey, let me go.

Reiji: I will never again allow you to behave this kind of impertinent in front of me as you have always done until now.

Shu: Impertinent? To hear that out of your mouth.

Yui: Both of you, please calm down! Shu-san, Reiji-san!

Yuma: Look, both of you are making the entire house suffer in this bad atmosphere again. You seriously need to speed up with your brother conflicts.

Reiji: Brother? How funny… There is nothing useful about this chess piece on our board. It is unneeded in this place if it does not follow its orders.

Shu: Hah, everything‘s working out as desired. This way I at least wouldn’t go downward along with your abstruse commands anymore.

Yuma: Hey, where are you going!?

Shu: As I’ve been told to. I’m getting out of this place.

*Shu starts leaving*

Yui: No, stop… please wait!

Please reconsider what you just said… ! Shu-san!

Shu: …..

*Shu leaves*

Yui: Ah...

(He really… left us all standing here)

(I have to chase after him!)

*Reiji grabs Yui*

Reiji: Give it up, Eve. It is not necessary for you to chase after this man.

Yui: Please let go of me, Reiji-san! If this continues, Shu-san will… !

If I really don’t chase after him now, he might never come back to this mansion.

While he’s all alone by himself like that, someone might even go and attack him...

I’m begging you, Reiji-san! Please let me bring Shu-san back!

Reiji: Unfortunately, I cannot grant your requested wish.

Yui: After all… aren’t you brothers? Isn’t it more important for you all to get along instead of snarling each other?

Reiji: We have been unable to get along from the start. As for this, this incident is one of plenty causes already.

Yui: Such...

Reiji: From now on, Eve’s escort position will be changed to Yuma. Does that sound alright?

Yuma: A-Ah… fine with me, I guess.

Reiji: And now to you, Eve.

I sincerely advise you not to do anything behind my back, such a tomfoolery as chasing after Shu.

If I would be to catch you planing odd movements, I will immediately confine you in the cellar’s prison, and never make you step outside of it.

Yui: ...Nn.

Reiji: Since you do not seem to like this idea, it would be best not to chase after this man then. Did you undertand this?

Yui: ...Yes, sir.

(Shu-san, he really left the mansion and I can‘t even chase after him)

(What about our investments, what should I do now… ?)

*they all leave*

Kino: Heh… Shu really decided to leave. Now this is seriously getting even more and more interesting.

Monologue

Ever since I had to make that heartlessness choice, a few days have already passed by.

Shu-san has not shown a single sign of returning back, and time just kept passing by ever since he left.

I hope you’re at least staying at a safe place. I don’t even know about small details like this, but I’ve got no choice but to be puzzled.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Yui: (Shu-san… I can’t help but wonder where you’re at)

(There is no way he’d encounter another residence either, right… ?)

Yuma: You, have you even eaten recently?

Yui: Ah… I have no appetite...

Yuma: You shouldn’t worry about Shu that much. I’m sure he’ll come back soon.

Therefore you have nothing to stress yourself or mind out about.

Yui: Thank you, I guess...

Yuma: No need to thank me for that.

Yui: ...But Yuma-kun is such a kind guy.

Yuma: Not really. It’s just that I can’t leave someone sitting besides me being all worn out the entire time all by themselves.

That’s why I’ll stay with you until whatever troubles you is gone.

Yui: Okay...

Hey, Yuma-kun. You know that those “brothers” you’re currently staying with aren’t in fact your true siblings, right?

Yuma: Hah? You know, I see how down you look and all… but there’s no need to utter those weird things.

Yui: S-Sorry. You’re right.

(Yuma-kun must know how anxious I am about Shu-san not coming back. No wonder he can’t take me seriously when talking about lost memories)

(Shu-san… I really hope he’ll come back as soon as Yuma-kun said…)

(But like this, the mansion might continue to stay rather empty for the time being—)

*footsteps approach*

Reiji: Seems as if you all are present. Let’s take a tea break then.

Yui: Ah, I’ll help you.

(I should stop sulking. If I keep sitting there motionlessly, my mind will only continue thinking about frightening things)

*time passed*

Yui: (Now that I see it myself, Reiji-san has completely returned to his usual behaviour… but he could still easily get angry)

Yuma: Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Kino for several days already. Have you heard anything from him, Reiji?

Reiji: No, nothing in particular. He used to go and come arbitrarily as he wished to anyway.

Yuma: Jeez, now that Shu as well as Kino are gone, we are in an unsteady situation until they come back.

Yui: (He’s right. I thought the mansion was just really peaceful all of the sudden, but that’s only because two people stopped showing up)

(Thinking about it is somehow scary. I’m worried about something happening…)

Reiji: The black tea is now flowing. We should drink before it gets cold.

Yui: Thank you.

(Those cups seem quite expensive though. Maybe looking at the steam of the tea will calm me down a little for now…)

Yuma: ….. !

Yui: What‘s wrong, Yuma-kun?

Yuma: Shh… ! Someone seriously has the nerve to approach us. Moreover, we already experienced this happening.

Yui: Eh… ?

*glass breaks*

Yui: Kyaaa… !? What was that sound...

(No, this can’t be. This already happened just a while ago already)

Yuma: Eve! Come closer to me!

Ayato: Long time no see! Chichinashi!

Kanato: We were finally able to meet again.

Yui: Ayato and Kanato-kun!?

Yuma: Kch… are the same guys from Orange seriously attacking us again!?

Yui: (And neither Shu-san nor Kino-kun are here this time… !?)

Ayato: You don’t seem to have taken damage the other day. But today will be the day Eve will belong to us!

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ikehorganics · 4 years ago

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INTO THE IDEA OF THE ONE MEAL A DAY DIET, AKA OMAD.

psa! you can skip straight to the bottom for how to sustainably do OMAD.

On the night of the 9th of December, I had decided to start a three day water fast, I felt motivated to do it, and ready. The following day, why fast preceded as normal, i kept hydrated until 4pm when I remembered I had bananas I kept away and they were finally beautifully ripened. I knew that after my fast, my family would have eaten them already and if not, they would have gotten too ripe for my liking. So, like Freelee, I ate four bananas and decided to have a tangerine after. The little hunger I felt was immediately satiated and I had just unknowingly began my OMAD diet.

The following day, I had planned to do it again, but I had to do some careful planning, and think about what foods satiate me and keep me full for extended hours, along with that, what time would be the perfect time to eat my one meal and how much of it should I eat? I had so many questions but I didn't want to overthink it or else this would flop. So, I decided that I would eat whatever I wanted. Usually, I would never eat refined carbs, but for the sake of this, I would, if I'm only eating one meal a day, I might as well make it worth it and enjoyable. I had made a delicious lentil and green pea tomato soup that was thick and rich in proteins, vitamin A had a variety of vegetables within it for lunch. I scooped out an amount I would usually eat and proceeded to finish the entire bowl, with that, I was done. And for the rest of the day I was absolutely full, only craving a nice hot glass of milo before bed to hit the sweet spot.

I decided to eat my OMAD everyday at 2pm. I felt as if having my one meal for breakfast wouldn't be able to keep me satisfied for the entire day, and eating my one meal a day for dinner didn't seem like something I was willing to wait the entire day for. All in all, I had to pick a time where I would not get too hungry to a point where I do not feel satiated whilst eating because I had waited too long, or where I would be left with my stomach grumbling for the whole day. I chose 2pm for these reason, plus I usually intermittent fast 18:6 and only have breakfast at 12 midday, so waiting two hours later really wasn't a challenge if I had a cup of tea for breakfast.

Day one and two were relatively easy, and like every diet or lifestyle choice one transitions into, it's easy at first then it becomes difficult for a while and eventually it becomes neutral and the challenges your body faced initially begins to normalise with your daily routine. By day three, I felt extremely light headed when I stood up from laying down and had to take a few deep breaths before I stood up, and it would happen through the day, it was a very uncomfortable feeling but I knew it came from the change of my eating habits. For my meal that day, I had leftovers from the lentil soup with two chicken breasts, and this was just one big protein overload. I felt full from midway through this meal, after I finished eating the meal until nine pm. And when I say full, I mean the food was sitting in my stomach like a rock. I had to drink something to aid in digestion because it refused to digest over a period of six hours and after about twenty minutes I felt much lighter.

The next few days were relatively easy, but I didn't realise that i was missing carbs heavily from my meals so when i did eat a panini sandwich for my omad, I gained 0.8kgs. This was weird until it clicked in my head, i needed to be more inclusive of every food group and i was heavily missing out on carbs, so the next day I had pasta and had lost 0.3kgs of the weight i had gained, and my days continued to be more carb inclusive as well as every other group.

For the first week of OMAD i had lost 1.4kgs, so here are my tips and tricks on how to make it more sustainable:

1. HAVE YOUR OMAD AT THE SAME TIME EVERYDAY.

OMAD is basically intermittent fasting 23:1. Having meals at the same time everyday enables your body to get used to the routine of eating everyday at that time.

2. EAT ENOUGH OF THE RIGHT FOOD. Make sure that you are consuming almost every food group in your meal, veggies, carbohydrates, proteins, because if you only eat vegetables, your body will be used to maintaining a lower weight by only eating vegetables and once you introduce something foreign to your diet such as protein, or carbs your body will react by either gaining weight or bloating, especially if you are doing OMAD long term.

3. EAT WHAT YOU ARE CRAVING. If you are craving a giant bowl of oatmeal or even sushi, eat it and it will be more satiating that eating something you don't really want. Plus, it will aid in you not binging later on. If you want to have some pasta, but also want a slice of cake, have the slice of cake with your meal!

4. KEEP HYDRATED. Beverages were my biggest saviour during OMAD, whether it was tea, water or hot chocolate, it really curbed my hunger cravings at first, especially since I only wanted to eat my OMAD at 2pm. Water as a general thing is important, so make sure to drink enough of it!

5. THE FIRST FEW DAYS WILL NOT BE EASY. You will definitely feel light headed for the first few days, especially if you are not eating enough food, but it clears up after the fourth day, so just keep that in mind.

#one meal a day #OMAD #diet secrets

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whothehellisyn · 3 years ago

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Cat and Mouse | Ch. 7

Series Masterlist

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Dark!Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Warnings: unreality, paranoia, wet dreams, minor gaslighting (moved objects), sleep paralysis

AN: you know the typical warnings, and we’re almost caught up to my current writing!

It’s been two weeks since Quentin left, and it’s been three days since you’ve slept. You can feel the exhaustion affecting your body and your mind, as you’re much clumsier now. Earlier you dropped a glass again, and just now you hip-checked the kitchen counter because you miscalculated how far you were from it.

“Fuck!” You groan, rubbing your hip. “God, I’m so fucking tired.”

“Maybe you’ll pass out eventually, and just collapse and force-sleep.” You say. It’s a hopeful thought. “Maybe if we’re lucky, it’ll happen later on tonight.” You nod to yourself and go back to perusing the kitchen for lunch.

“Damn, I need to go to the store soon.” You note, wondering if you should make a list. “Wait...” Oh yeah. You can’t do that.

“Is there enough for this week?” You ask. You start to do some mental calculations, counting up the cans and boxes.

“Maybe? If you’re careful.” You decide. “No more snacks, just the meals.”

Making conversation with yourself has become second nature now, and you don’t hesitate to ask yourself things that don’t matter. Over dinner, you explain to yourself wether you believe in fairies or not. You pretended to give a tutorial on cooking as you prepared your meal. You’ve started to feel more and more tired throughout the day, but in the middle of cleaning up your dishes it starts to really hit you.

Even as you wash your plate you can feel your eyes trying to close. Your body begins to settle into a sort of lull as the sink runs, the white noise is so comforting and soft...

The metallic clang of the plate slipping from your fingers and landing in the sink makes you jump, snapping awake.

“I’m way too tired to be handling breakable items.” You mumble. You know you have to shower before you try to get some sleep, but it’s so tempting to just go to bed dirty.

“Don’t be gross,” You chastise yourself, “You stink.”

You start the shower again and begin to get undressed. Just before you go to get into the shower, you hear the big metal door clanging shut. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you peek out of the bathroom and look for Quentin. Nobody is in the suite, but there’s brown paper bags on the kitchen table. You go to them and discover that they’re groceries, a mix of fresh foods and shelf items.

t occurs to you that this means you’re being punished for the long run. Then you start to think more about this delivery. Apart from your short bathroom breaks, this was the first time all day you’ve been out of the main area longer than a few minutes. How could he have known you needed food and also when you’d be occupied long enough to deliver food without you being able to see him?

You tighten the towel around your body and look around the tops of the walls. He’s got to be watching you somehow.

You search around for fifteen minutes before you realize you’ve left the water on.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You say, running to the bathroom. You feel the water and luckily it’s still warm. You shrug off the towel and rush to get clean. Hopefully he doesn’t have cameras in the bathroom.

Wether it was the grocery delivery or the shower, that sleepiness from earlier is gone much to your chagrin. You lie on the floor, on the verge of tears from frustration. God, you’re so fucking tired.

“I just want to sleep!” You whine, covering your eyes with your arm. “I don’t want to sleep in the bed.” You add, as if to stop yourself from suggesting it.

But maybe you have to, even if you don’t want to. You sit up quietly and sneak over to the bed to avoid your own will from realizing what you’re doing.

The bedsheets are so soft, have they always been? They don’t even smell like Quentin anymore, thank god for that. You use the blanket you’ve been sleeping with onto of the bedspread and curl up in the comfort of the mattress.

You don’t even remember falling asleep.

You dream that you’re in SHIELD headquarters and Peter Parker has dyed his hair green on accident. Director Fury’s eyepatch keeps changing eyes but he doesn’t seem to notice. He asks you if you’re allergic to tomatoes and that he wants to know because he just learned how to make spaghetti.

Your neighbor Madeline announces to the three of you that she is now the new head of SHIELD and puts Director Fury in a mason jar. You get put in a coffee mug and she makes Peter dye his hair purple before putting him in a Tupperware. Apparently Director Madison has a fascination with putting people in containers.

It starts storming inside the headquarters, and little fishes and seaweeds drop from the clouds and onto everyone. “It’s a hurricane!” Director Fury yells, dumping you out of the mug. “We have to take cover.”

You obey, and hide next to Peter Parker underneath a desk. He has an octopus on his head, but you try not to stare. He’s about to tell you something when–

You wake up still exhausted, but feeling much better than before. What a weird dream.

You half expected Quentin to be in bed next to you, but you’re still alone. You go to unpack the groceries from last night but they’re already put away. Another quiet visit.

“That’s kinda of rude, don’t you think?” You ask.

“Personally I think it’s incredibly fucking rude, but what do I know?” You reply.

“No, no,I definitely agree with you.” You say, opening the fridge to look for where everything has been put. “Especially because butter,” you grab a knob out of the box, “goes outside the fridge!” You tear off the paper and drop it onto a plate.

“Of course he’d put all the butter in the fridge, the fucking bastard.” You say jokingly. “He’s the exact type to not understand the needs of butter.”

You chuckle for a few seconds before you go quiet. You’re really laughing at something you told yourself, huh? That’s not what normal people do. Maybe you’re going crazy.

“You’re not crazy, dumbass.” You say in an obvious tone. “Social conventions are bullshit, everyone talks to themselves at least a little.”

You feel the need to add to your defense, “At least you’re not seeing stuff.”

Two more days pass and you start to feel more paranoid about the surveillance that surely is required for these quiet visits of Quentin’s. You’ve also been incredibly bored and anxious to do literally anything since day three, and now you’re getting tired of talking to yourself. Which is pretty fucking bad because you don’t have have anybody else at this point.

You’re eating a bowl of soup for lunch when you notice the bathroom door is closed. That’s weird, you think. it was definitely open a few seconds ago, you just came from the bathroom not ten minutes before. Setting the bowl down on the kitchen counter, you approach the bathroom door and let it swing open.

The bathroom is empty. You were certain you hadn’t closed it, but maybe you did and just didn’t realize it. The days all blend together now anyways, it’s not unreasonable to have done it without noticing.

You go back to your soup, picking it up off the table where you left it.

But you didn’t leave it there. You left it on the counter, didn’t you?

The metal door hasn’t opened since the groceries were delivered and put away last week. You’re certain of it. You even started showering with the bathroom door open so you’d be able to hear it.

You abandon the soup and start opening up cabinets. You open up every single cupboard, the pantry, the linen closet in the bathroom, you even open up all the drawers. You tuck the bed skirt up under the mattress so you can see under the bed. You find nothing but...

Something is in here with you. You don’t know if it’s Quentin, or a drone, or both, but there’s no fucking way you would think you placed the bowl on the counter unless you really did. You’re not sure how to proceed with this information.

You go to put the leftover soup in the fridge, and on the middle shelf at your eye-level is the plate with the butter on it. You calmly take it out and place it back on the counter.

“Like I said, a fucking bastard.” You say quietly.

You crawl into bed that night wary of your surroundings. Nothing has been moved since lunch, but you can’t shake the feeling that something else has changed. It’s something unconscious, you think. Like if the walls were suddenly two shades lighter than they were yesterday. There’s no way for you to prove something is different but you can sense it all the same.

You get underneath your trusty blanket and lie in the darkness. You want to fall asleep, even if it means that whatever is in here has the chance to do something. You can dream if you sleep, you can go be somewhere else and “talk” to people.

You are dreaming, but it’s a sea of images and sounds and sights. It feels like home and nowhere simultaneously, which was fine. You feel something crawling all over you, and when you look down, your body is covered in thick vines that have wrapped around your limbs.

You wake up flailing, inches down the bed from where you fell asleep. The covers are thrown off, your pajamas slouching down towards your left foot as if something had grabbed it to yank you off the bed.

These sort of peripheral out-of-sight visuals continue. Sometimes you feel breath on the back of your neck that belongs to no one, or feel the looming presence of a person inches away from you until you turn around to face an empty room. You know he has illusion technology, you know it must be him, but it feels so small and minuscule compared to what he’d usually do.

Maybe he’s trying to make you feel crazy, so you’ll run into his arms afraid you’re insane. Maybe you’re trying to make you feel crazy, accidentally.

You sleep again, this time waking up to sleep paralysis. You’ve never had it before now, at least that you can remember. You had dreamt of a weight on your chest, and something choking you with just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. You hallucinate that a rotting corpse is straddling and strangling you as you lie immobile, and when the paralysis leaves you you sob with relief.

Days melt again and sleep comes rarely. The times you do fall asleep you’re always jarred awake, that feeling of falling taking over. You fall asleep anxiously, your heart pounding slowly as if it’s preparing itself for more terror.

You step out of the shower one morning and in passing notice your obscured reflection in the bathroom mirror. Full of steam, your body is a blurry mass of flesh tone within its confines, but what catches your eye is a large, dark object directly behind you.

Breathing shallowly, you pick up a hand towel and slowly make your way to the surface of the mirror, before swiping quickly as if it startle the thing behind you first.

As you swipe away the steam, the visage disappears instantaneously. Whatever was behind you is no more. Paranoia begins to rear its head.

The night terrors and sleep paralysis are awful, the peripheral hallucinations as well, but nothing mentally prepares you for the dream you have.

It’s easy to write off the rest of these moments as Quentin’s doing, after all, he’s a master manipulator.

You’re running through the maze again. It’s still as dimly lit and damp as it was the day he forced you through it, but this time something has changed within you.

Quentin catches you with ease, just like last time. But when he grins, you grin back and catch his lips with a very open kiss, tongues working into each others’ mouths. You wanted him to catch you.

His Mysterio clones pin you to the wall and you moan, legs opening wide for the Quentin as they grab your arms. You’re not wearing panties, and Quentin groans approvingly as he kneels on the ground and buries his face in your sex, hiking your gown up past your hips. He rips the side seams, leaving you naked before the three men. The clones, rid of their helmets, bite at your neck and take turns kissing you messily.

Everywhere you look, everything you feel, is Quentin Beck. The two clones lean to kiss you at the same time, Quentin fucking you with his tongue as he eats you out. You get close and closer to climaxing when he pulls away suddenly and looks up at you, dragging his tongue against your clitoris torturingly slow.

“Fuck, please,” you gasped. “Please, I don’t want to cum yet.” Quentin slows his pace even more, his tongue hot and wet against you. The mysterios begin to tease your nipples with their fingers as they suck on your neck, one dipping down to use his mouth. You whine and squirm against them and the pleasure.

“I want you to fuck me, please.” You beg, stomach tightening from the impending orgasm.

Almost excitedly, Quentin pulls back and tugs his suit off, though his clones haven’t stopped their pace at all as if to keep you on edge. They’ve raised you further up the wall, Quentin nestling between your legs like he was made to be there.

He pushes into you and your entire body thrums with how good it feels. How good he feels.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good sweetheart.” He groans. He sets an unrelenting pace, quick and hard.

You’ve devolved into a series of pleases and fucks and yeses, alternating between those words as he rubs your clit with one hand and grabs your hip with the other. His clones are whispering things to you, Quentin too.

“You gorgeous little thing, you’re ours and nobody else’s.” one says. “You’re such a good girl for us, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll have to carry you back, all fucked out from my cock.” Quentin says, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby?”

You nod, your entire body stimulated from the three of them. It would feel good to be spoiled that way, to be carried back and tucked in and away from everything else.

Quentin’s breathing has become ragged, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he thrusts harder and harder into you until he cums, your own orgasm following suit as the feeling of his release inside you pushes you over the edge.

You wake up sweating, underwear damp and proof of what had just transpired.

The one place Quentin couldn’t hurt you, and there he was, fucking you inside it. A wet dream to betray your hatred.

You know it’s impossible for him to know what just happened but you still feel ashamed and confused.

The shower water is hot, borderline unbearable, and you roughly wash your arousal out of yourself with your fingers. It did not happen. It couldn’t have happened. It will not have happened.

Various excerpts of the four of you play in your head every idle moment you afford your brain. It lurks behind every thought you process as if to remind you that it came from within your mind.

You push it away as much as you can, try to ignore the sinking feeling. Somewhere Carl Jung is preaching to a dead choir about wish fulfillment. Plenty of people have dreams about the things that happen to them, and it gets jumbled up and spit back out in their sleep as something contorted and wrong. You’re just processing the awfulness of this all, that’s all. Your brain is trying to make sense of this betrayal in the only way it knows how.

But it also makes sense considering what you and Quentin were, before. You can still remember how soft the first kiss between you two was, something tentative and sweet. He cupped your face that first time, stroking your cheek with his thumb like he was trying to remind himself you were real.

You’d fallen asleep in his arms, once. There was even an inkling of a future with him in your mind. Maybe that’s why you lash out so much. It’s true that what he has done is evil, but to be truthful you’re more scared and disgusted by yourself.

After everything, part of you wants to love him, the real him. Because he has to be in there somewhere, doesn’t he? You want to salvage this awful, terrible thing even after he tortured you. You wonder what there is to say about it. Perhaps it’s just you clinging to what little reality there is left, even if that reality is a false one.

The water has run cold. You turn the knobs to shut off the flow and wrap yourself in a towel. There’s a lot to think about. You dress silently, and say nothing as you stare at the television for a while.

“I’m not sure how much of this isolation I can take.” You whisper suddenly. “We’ve gone full to circle to having… that sort of dream after everything that’s occurred.” You say even quieter, “What if I’m starting to need someone?”

You look up from your seat on the bed at the television. “I think you’ll be okay.” You try to say reassuringly. “The nightmares aren’t so bad that you can’t sleep afterwards, you still have an appetite...” You trail off.

You nod, and bite your lip as tears start to fall. You have those things, for now. But even trying to be hopeful about things working out somehow just hurts in the end.

#cat and mouse

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scary-lasagna · 5 years ago

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Um Hey:D I loved your hc's about the slender brothers and the dumb stuff they did when they we're little, and I was wondering if you have some hcs similar to that but for Ej, Toby, and the others?

haha why’d i write so much omg i finally get to explore toby and lyra's sibling dynamic

Eyeless Jack

Jack was that cool, but also kind of weird kid that had alot of cool junk but it was all nerdy stuff.

He was really into any sort of science as a kid, and nearly exploded whenever a surprise guest brought in animals to learn about, or perhaps even a magician.

He was also a bit of a prankster around his closest friends.

Simple things and putting stuff in their hoods while they're not looking, or getting them to shake his hand that was covered in glue.

He wasn't a messy kid, but he certainly wasn't the most clean.

It wasn't a rare occurance when he came home with grass and mud stains on his knees, or some food stains on his shirt.

He keeps his clothes clean to this day, but that doesn't stop him from digging around in the dirt sometimes and letting some extra food drip onto his clothes.

Jack tried to cook a meal with whatever was in eyesight for his older cousin's birthday, and cried when he threw up bc it was so inedible.

Jack also had the best Yu-Gi-Oh cards and flexed by shoved them in everyone's faces whenever he got the chance.

Jack had a pet lizard that he named Jack, because he couldn't think of a cooler name.

He also has a 'pet' crow that he fed every day.

He left out bread crumbs and leftovers from dinner that he didn't eat on the rooftop outside his window for birds to eat.

Ticci Toby

Toby didn't exactly have the greatest childhood, but it honestly could've been worse.

It was mostly just verbal light abuse until Lyra reached her teen years.

So before that, Toby and his sister got into all sorts of antics.

Lyra has always been supportive of Toby, even from a young age.

She was always with him outside bug collecting, or helping with crafts, or just watching tv together.

Lyra was always cuddling and touch Toby, which explains why he's so touched starved later on in life.

Once time Lyra and Toby were playing tag, Toby ran straight through the sliding glass door, fell over, and then continued running as if nothing happened.

They both got a light scolding.

Lyra was very active, and Toby clung to Lyra like glue, so they both played sports.

Lyra played on the school teams, and Toby wasn't allowed to participate because of his CIPD.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't always there to cheer her on the loudest.

Remember the bug collecting mentioned earlier?

Toby and Lyra spent the entire day collecting bugs and stuffing them into boxes with wire mesh.

Toby slept with one of the boxes bc he loves bugs so much, and the top popped open and he mysteriously woke up absolutely covered in june bugs.

His older sister was basically his second mom, and usually bandaged him up when he bonks into a kitchen counter or trips over some toys in his room.

She was also always there for Tobs when he got yelled at over absurd things by his father and hugged him for hours.

Toby and Lyra always ate Grilled Cheese and Tomato soup every Thursday, so that meal really brings back a lot of good memories.

Jeff

Even as a child, Jeff was a baby bitch boy.

He always found something to get upset or cry about.

Dirty, all the time.

His mother had to constantly drag him to the sink because he was playing in dirt and bugs, or grabbing jelly with his bare, nasty hands.

Liu and him were the best kind of brothers growing up.

Pillow forts, forest exploring, camping, video games, anything a kid could want, really.

Jeff was rowdier than Liu, and tended to get into more trouble, which echoed throughout his teen years.

This meant Jeff was costly to keep around, he was always making messes, always breaking shit, always hiding shit that he broke, and by the time everything added up, Jeff wouldn't have any college money saved up.

When Jeff was first born, Liu held him and then cried about how ugly he looked.

Liu was hella jealous of Jeff and constantly tried to steal his toys.

But as Liu got older, he realized he should just be nice because he's going to be stuck with him.

Then they were best friends and convinced their parents to get bunk beds.

Jeff used to talk in his sleep, but he grew out of it once he saw that Liu was keeping a list of everything that he’s said.

Liu still has it

#eyeless jack #liu woods #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #jtk #jeffery woods #child #childhood #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon

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lnarizakis · 5 years ago

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thanks for the food! | m. osamu

masterlist | cards against humanity x haikyuu!!

pairing: miya osamu x gen!reader

foreword: this took so long for me to get out omg but i hope you enjoy!! 💕

look out for: manga spoilers

“sorry for staring, mister. it’s just that i ain’t ever seen ___ before.” + “soup that is too hot.”

“You know, you should really eat something other than cold take out and cup ramen.”

(Y/N)’s roommate Chiba Sumiko sighed, resting a hand on her forehead. She watched (Y/N) sitting at their small kitchen table, currently chowing down on a half-empty box of take out from last night’s dinner. Disappointment washed over her as they let crumbs fall from the corners of their mouth.

“But you know I’m broke—“ (Y/N), with food still lodged in their cheeks, started. As the words left their mouth, they knew what Sumiko—who had a part-time job—would counter.

“Let me treat you. No, I will treat you,” Sumiko decided, sitting down next to (Y/N). The scenario was similar to a father sitting his son down for “The Talk.” Though, in this case, it was Sumiko lecturing (Y/N) that as a college student they should take better care of their health. This included eating a proper meal; eating only take out and cup ramen was definitely not beneficial to her health. As someone studying health and nutrition, they should know better.

And so Sumiko and her boyfriend planned a date, with (Y/N) unfortunately tagging along as a third-wheel. They decided on Onigiri Miya, a tiny restaurant near their campus. It was a quaint little restaurant, and the owner had just recently released their new line of ramen soups. It had been very well-received by the general public, at least the ones who had come in to try it out. Based on those reviews and the fact that they had never eaten there before (Sumiko claimed they had to “expand their horizons,” whatever that meant), the three decided that that was the perfect place to have lunch tomorrow (specifically, at 3).

—

The next day, (Y/N) arrived at the restaurant a little bit later than the couple, not wanting to be the first person to arrive. As they entered the restaurant, the aroma of ramen broth, vegetables, and rice flowed into their nose; the overall atmosphere just felt warm. It was a homely environment, one that (Y/N) would want to visit time and time again. Small talk filled the air, and the one person behind the counter, currently brewing new broth for any incoming customers, casually talked with the patrons that sat around the table. (Y/N) could hear the faint sound of the television sitting in the corner of the restaurant, playing a rerun of a two-year-old volleyball game.

“Ah, welcome in,” the restaurant owner called out to the three, a faint smile on his face. He was, for lack of a better word, extremely hot. (Y/N) could feel a slight blush painting their cheeks, and that most likely wasn’t because of the warm air of the hot food that filled the room.

(Y/N) sat down at the counter along with Sumiko, who had suggested they do so, and her boyfriend. From behind the counter, the man rolled up his sleeves and crossed his arms, handing (Y/N) three plastic menus, which they were to pass along sideways.

Promptly, he said, “Just let me know when you guys are ready to order.” The man pushed a small bell towards them, wordlessly telling them to signal him when they were ready. He turned back to the broth on the stove, also tending to the noodles in a pot beside the broth. He sighed contently— this was the life. He could have never pictured himself playing volleyball beside his brother, who was currently on the television screen, silencing the jeering crowd.

(Y/N)’s eyes scrolled through the menu. What were they to order? There was an array of onigiri to choose from; after all, she was in an onigiri restaurant. However, their eyes drew themselves towards the listing of newly released ramen labels. Why not stick to something they were used to eating?

“(Y/N)-chan, what are you going to have? I’m gonna get the spicy salmon onigiri. The ‘lil picture they have for it on the menu makes it look so good,” Sumiko said. Her words caught the attention of the restaurant owner, stirring the broth absentmindedly, letting out a chuckle. Being the kind partner he was, Sumiko’s boyfriend was content with having her leftovers.

“I think I’ll have the tonkotsu ramen,” (Y/N) stated, still scanning through the menu, making sure there wasn’t something that caught their eye even more than the ramen did. Luckily, there wasn’t, however, so they folded the menu back up and placed it atop the other two menus that Sumiko and her boyfriend had finished using.

Sumiko lightly tapped the bell, and the man behind the counter promptly turned around to collect the menus and finalize what they were going to have.

“I’ll have the spicy salmon onigiri and,” Sumiko pointed to (Y/N), “they’ll have the tonkotsu ramen.” The man nodded.

“Ah, yes. Those are good choices. I know so because I‘m gonna cook ‘em,” the man flatly said, earning a laugh out of the three customers. He set the menus away and began to work on their orders.

—

“Your salmon onigiri,” he said, after some fifteen minutes later. Four onigiri stood proudly on the plate he was holding side-by-side, just waiting to be eaten. The rice was still steaming. He presented the plate to Sumiko and her boyfriend, with an astonished gasp at its delicious appearance. Onigiri Miya was renowned for their aesthetically pleasing food designs.

“Your tonkotsu ramen.” The man then presented the bowl of ramen towards (Y/N), pushing it towards them. The hot steam of it rose up into their face, warming it up. (Y/N) breathed in the aroma of the soup, taking in everything all at once; looking down at it, the soup itself was presented oh-so perfectly, from the cut hard-boiled egg to the seaweed stacked atop each other along the side of the bowl, slowly mixing in with the broth. (Y/N) was practically mesmerized— they hadn’t seen anything like it since... they don’t remember when.

After some time, the man asked with concern, “You good there? You’re starin’ off into the abyss of the bowl.”

“S-Sorry for staring, mister. It’s just that I ain’t ever seen soup that is too hot before,” (Y/N) stuttered. Well, of course they had seen soup that is hot before. They mentally face-palmed themself. To their surprise, however, he laughed. Resting his (notably muscular) arms on the counter some distance away from where (Y/N) had set their phone down to eat, he had his full attention on (Y/N), smiling at them.

“That’s not what I meant. Y’see, I’ve been a little... not eatin’ properly. Simply put,” (Y/N) corrected themself. Taking the chopsticks into their hand, they began eating, looking down in embarrassment.

“Nah, I get it. My brother’s like that. Or, well, he was, in high school,” the man said. “His name’s Atsumu,” he continued, as he pointed to the screen, which currently displayed Atsumu setting for his teammate. The two of them watched the screen until the play ended. Atsumu’s team won the rally, earning them their point. His twin brother in front of (Y/N) pumped his fist, quietly cheering for Atsumu, even though he knew the outcome of the match. It was a two-year-old game, after all.

“I’m Osamu.” Gray eyes glanced over in (Y/N)’s direction, who was taken aback by the sudden introduction.

“Ah, uh, I’m (L/N) (Y/N),” they said, with a half-full mouth of food. Setting down their chopsticks, they wiped their mouth with a napkin. The ramen was so good, so warm, and just so affectionately cooked that (Y/N) gave up all their cares to messily eat the food in front of them.

“I can see you’re enjoyin’ it, (L/N)-han. I’m glad it’s that good.” Osamu watched (Y/N) enjoy the bowl in front of them. Their hunger was akin to his brother’s hunger to improve in volleyball. He felt a pang of familiarity in his chest.

“I love it, Miya-han. What do ya think, Sumiko-chan? How’s it for you?” (Y/N) turned their head towards the girl, taking her time with every bite of her onigiri. Her boyfriend held his own in his hands, ravishing down on it. His cheeks were red due to the warmth of the food. Sumiko turned towards (Y/N), smiling. She gave a thumbs up, a sign of her satisfaction. (Y/N) returned their own small smile.

“Looks like we’re all happy, Miya-han. Thanks for the food.” (Y/N) continued to eat, and Osamu departed from the counter.

—

“That was really good!” Sumiko exclaimed, walking out of the tiny restaurant. “We should go there again someday!” The two others beside her agreed.

(Y/N) shoved their hands into the pockets of their jacket. It was quite cold—colder than usual, at least—for a January afternoon. Though, the pockets of their jacket seemed to be emptier than normal. But (Y/N) paid no attention to that.

“Anyways, (Y/N), don’t you think that store owner was cute? I sure think he was. But you’re cuter, Ichiro, don’t worry.” Sumiko turned towards her boyfriend, giving her a small smile in return. Aw. Their relationship was so cute. (Y/N) wished they had a relationship at least a fraction as affectionate as theirs.

“Yeah, he was pretty cute, I guess,” (Y/N) started, drawing out their words. Though, they didn’t really know how to put it all together; there was just something about him that made them long for his affection (they didn’t know it at the time, but it was definitely his cooking). They hummed, trying to piece together what they were trying to say.

(Y/N)’s roommate looked on in curiosity. “Is there somethin’ wrong? Can ya feel your heartstrings tugging? Is this the sign of true love?” Ever the romantic she was. She’d been rooting for (Y/N) to find their one-and-only since the beginning of their first year of graduate school. Ever the supportive friend she was, as well.

“Agh, I’m just— I just can’t believe how much I stuttered around him... and ate so messily in front of him, too, and—“ (Y/N) sighed. Sumiko clasped a hand on their shoulder.

“It’s alright, (Y/N); you hit it off greatly with him! Didn’t you see it? He definitely did. I mean— the longing look in his eyes while he was talking to you was phenomenal! Ichiro, why don’t you look at me the way—“ Sumiko’s scold was cut short by a familiar voice calling out from behind them. It was Osamu. He held (Y/N)’s phone in his hands, as he made his way towards them. Ah, so that was why their pocket felt slightly emptier than usual.

“(L/N)-san. You, uh... you forgot this,” Osamu said, looking down at the phone. (Y/N) held out their hand, as he gave them back their phone using both of his hands.

“Oh, thank you, Miya-han,” (Y/N) replied with a little more fluster than they had before.

As they put their phone back in their pocket, Osamu whispered something under his breath, just barely audible. (Y/N) asked him to repeat what he had just said.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he started, “but I added my number to your phone.” (Y/N) smiled, their cheeks reddening—totally because of the cold January weather (yep, totally).

“No, I don’t mind at all. Let’s talk more often, and maybe you can cook something else for me as well.”

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darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts · 4 years ago

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TLC

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Naiya (female OC) x Masamune Date

Word count: 4,507

Warning: Pampering, Fluff and sprinkle of spice.

Written by: darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts

Tagging @umbralaperture for this commissioned piece.

Masterlist

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TLC

This was getting beyond a joke. Every breath was agony, something clawing at her throat and pulling on her lungs like they were a set of bagpipes. Lack of oxygen meant every minor ache and pain suddenly sparked throughout her body a thousand times worse.

She tried to move only to be hit with a blinding pressure pain buried somewhere behind her eyes making her wonder who planted an axe there. Sleep was desired and never came. Endless exhaustion added to the melee of things that now just made up a list as long as she was tall for what was wrong.

Duvets, blankets and pillows clung around her like a nest. Somehow, she had managed to crawl into bed. Medication hadn’t worked the way it should, it hadn’t worked at all. She groaned against the faint light creeping into the bedroom from the curtains and became aware of something loud enough to shake the gates of Hell.

“Ugh… not now.” She grumbled and tried to bunch the pillows up around her ears but the hammering didn’t stop. “Fine, not like I can sleep anyway.”

She peeled back the layers of comfort and dragged her body as close to vertical as she could muster. Using the wall to steady herself, as well as any furniture along the way, she slowly made it to the front door. Her fingers fumbled against the lock. The bolt slid back and the door cracked open.

“This had better be good. I put off dying to be here.” Before she could even focus on who had come to call on her, the door was pushed wide. A set of strong arms wrapped her up in a bone-crushing hug driving what little air she had in her body out along with her ability to stand under her own strength. “Oof!”

“Naiya! Thank god you answered I was this close to kicking in the door.” The familiar comforting voice of one of her usually level-headed boyfriends sounded muffled from her position against his broad chest.

“Yoshi mate, you might want to ease up on the whole bear hug before you really have a need to worry.” Masa reached out with one hand ruffling her hair as he reminded Hideyoshi of a human’s requirement to breathe. “Sorry Lass. I brought food.”

Masa held up two bags he had in his free hand giving them a light shake before brushing past her and Hideyoshi to get into the house.

“I can see that. I thought you guys had a key for here anyway?” She couldn’t really focus on what was happening but was really trying to follow along.

“We do but someone left it in the bowl back at ours.” Masa called out from the kitchen. She could hear the bags being emptied along with the thud and clink of produce being laid out on the counter.

“If you hadn't distracted me before we left, I wouldn’t have forgotten to grab it from the bowl in the first place.” Hideyoshi grumbled his arms releasing their tight hold as he chided Masa.

“How was I distracting you? I was trying to think of things to get from the store on the way over. It was your idea to get the key bowl anyway.” Masa appeared again a teasing grin on his face before changing his voice to give his best impersonation of Hideyoshi. “Can’t just have keys hanging around we need some order in the place.”

“You kept asking if I thought today was a cheat day or not. And I do not sound like that!” Hideyoshi sounded exasperated and a little embarrassed. He was normally the reliable one so forgetting something like the key to their girlfriend’s house proved he was worried.

“Well, it makes a difference to Kitten.” Masa chirped back.

“Hey guys as much as I enjoy the Saturday night live experience, I’m just gonna let you do your things and crawl back into my pit.” She tried to remove herself from the loud, all be it amusing, interaction. It was taking a lot more strength than first imagined to remain upright and she didn’t want to worry them anymore.

“Hold up.” Hideyoshi reached out and grabbed her as she swayed on her feet. Apparently urging herself to try to move forward had failed. His attention left Masa and was now completely focused on her. One of his large hands swept back her bangs as he inspected her. “I knew it, you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick. I am perfectly healthy for a bag of infested, cursed… you know what? I can’t even be bothered finishing that.” Hideyoshi’s hand felt cool against her face which was enough to tell her she was probably running a slight temperature. Great if there was one thing I don’t need right now; it’s my whole system shutting down with some weird bug.

Naiya silently hoped that whatever was happening was just a result of her failed meds. A nasty side effect from inhalers or something not clearing her airways.

“You really look pale, Lass.” Masa came to join them. His piercing blue eye peered out from under his hair and began to rove over every inch of exposed skin she had.

Hideyoshi’s inspection was one thing. It made you feel like you were being wrapped up as he softly moved over you. Masa’s inspection was just as caring but wilder in its execution. If one man was good at making her feel bound, the other was good at making her feel exposed. Between one kind of smothering and the other, it was impossible to hide anything from these two.

“You haven’t been looking after yourself, have you? I told you not to work too hard.” Hideyoshi huffed, the furrow of his brow becoming deeper as if he were the one suffering a splitting headache and not her.

Sensing the start of one of the dreaded lectures on observing better self-care Naiya wriggled in Hideyoshi’s grip freeing herself. She then attempted to sidestep Masa who had moved in a pincer movement to keep her in place without touching.

“It’s not a question of working too hard Yoshi. Its allergy season and my damn meds are useless. With everything going on I can’t go into work, I got told to rest.” In her flurry of explanations designed to defend herself, she could feel whatever little energy she had failing her with every word.

The room felt like it was spinning and she ended up finding herself steadied with a strong arm from Masa as he wrapped it around her waist.

“So naturally you didn’t.” Masamune was still smiling but she could tell by his tone even he was concerned. His gaze really was stripping away at her masks. As fast as she put one in place, he was there to remove it piece by piece.

“Hey what is this gang up on the sick person?” She batted at Masa’s chest that was ever so slightly visible under his black shirt. In a moment of clearer breathing, the smell of his own natural scent mixed with the spices and soap he used at work hit her stronger than they normally would.

“You just said you weren’t sick.” Hideyoshi pointed out the flaw in her exasperated argument.

“I’m changing my mind if it means I got two fussing mother types crowding me.” She didn’t so much manage to break free of Masa’s grip as he backed her up against the sofa and allowed gravity to work its magic. Her legs gave out with very little effort and she bounced on the cushioned seating feeling the lurch of her body reacting in a sickening wake up call.

“Right here’s how its gonna work Kitten.” Masa said as he crouched down at her side and held her hand. Making sure she was focused on what he was about to say before continuing. “I’m gonna go in the kitchen and cook dinner for three. You are gonna eat however much of it you can and I’ll turn the leftovers into meals you can eat over the next few days. I’ll even make a big pot of chicken soup for you.”

“With dumplings?” She knew she sounded like a child right now but dammit if someone else cooking meals for her and preparing them so she just had to reheat them later didn’t sound like a slice of Heaven.

“Sure, with dumplings if that’s what you want.” Masamune chuckled and began to ruffle up her hair. She hated to think how bad it looked but it felt nice to feel his touch.

“While that is happening. I’m going to run you a nice refreshing bath and you will soak in there while I tidy up a bit.” Hideyoshi said as he bent down to pick something up off the floor and she could already tell from the way he was looking around the room that he was silently appraising the lack of housekeeping.

“Hey just so you know I haven’t been home much and—”

“You said you weren’t going into work!” Hideyoshi pivoted on the spot, discarded magazines and papers in hand making him look like he had begun to sprout wings.

“Oops.” She became defensive and inadvertently put her foot right in it.

“Don’t ‘Oops’ me, Madam. I was right to be worried about you. When we hadn’t heard from you in the last couple of days I just knew --.”

“Hahaha, you tell her Bud.” Masa applauded with a slow clap as he laughed.

Masa had been practically vibrating attempting to hold back the laughter while watching Hideyoshi as he flapped around. It didn’t take a genius to work out why. The papers in his arms really did look like feathers when he moved.

“Masa you are not helpful.” Naiya was struggling to hold back a fit of giggles as well. His laughter was contagious and it didn’t help that Hideyoshi seemed to have transformed into the mother hen he was always teased of being.

“Little kittens that are as weak as you at the minute can’t complain. Now go along with Yoshi and his mothering while I go sort out food. I’ll even help with the housework while it's heating up.” Masa dragged her forward on the sofa so he could plant a loud kiss on her forehead before leaving the room again to vanish into the kitchen.

“Fine.”

It took the entire time the bath was running for Hideyoshi to finally calm down enough to take in what had been happening without butting in with ‘I told you so’ or ‘Why didn’t you call me?’. He checked the meds she had taken and called someone who sounded grumpy enough to be Ieyasu.

Steam, taking time out and sleep. That was what he ordered alongside the bath to get cleaned up and generally try to relax in. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t already heard from others and sleep was harder to come by than they all made it sound. Logically she knew they were right, if she could sleep some of what she felt would clear but her lungs we against it.

The water was just the right temperature with clusters of candles lit around the bathroom and fragrant bubbles popping against her skin. Too bad her nose was so blocked in the humid atmosphere she couldn’t really enjoy the whole sensory experience.

Laying there submerged in the hot water she heard the two men moving around her home. She wasn’t worried they were both so good at domestic stuff it put her to shame more often than not. She was only feeling guilty that she had caused them to worry so much.

As she breathed in and out, she willed her lungs to stop that rasping rattle she had come to associate with trying to live. Asthma, allergies… what were you supposed to do if most of the environment you lived it was hell-bent on killing you?

After about 10 minutes soaking it felt like some humanity had started to return to her. She wasn’t magically fixed but the warmth of the water had managed to regulate her own internal thermostat and she was at least a normal temperature again.

She slipped down so her shoulders went under the waterline and tilted her head back to get her hair wet. While her head was under the water, her ears picked up a muffled noise and pulled herself up just in time to see a panicked Hideyoshi rushing to her side from the now open bathroom door.

“Naiya, are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t have left you for so long in the bath when you are not well.” His hands brushed back her wet hair from her face and she was thankful for the bubbles in the tub giving her a veil of decency.

“I’m fine. I was just getting my hair wet.”

As she scrambled to grab the bottle of shampoo it was plucked from her wet grip.

“I’ll wash it for you.” Hideyoshi didn’t sound as if he were treating this like a chore. Still, it felt a little strange to have this happening and she found herself naturally trying to decline the offer.

“You don’t have too I’m fine.”

“You just gave me a mini heart attack. Let me.”

The cap popping open felt like it was echoing in the room. She watched the viscous liquid pour from the bottle and coat his hands. His hands softly covered the crown of her head and she closed her eyes against the heavenly sensation of his fingers working in circles and patterns over her scalp. The sound of foam squelched near her ears sending a tingle up her spine.

Callused fingers, softened by the warm water, brushed softly over the shell of her ears. Following her hairline to her nape and then returning back up to the crown again. He lightly rinsed his hands in the water before easing her lower, carefully supporting her head on one arm as he rinsed her hair free of the soap with a small jug.

Naiya’s eyes opened to see her dreamy, blissed-out expression reflected in his soft caramel gaze.

“There now all better?” He asked while kneeling at the side of the bath. The last of the suds from her hair ran freely over his bare arms highlighting the lines of toned muscle.

“Y-yes.” She stuttered. She had been sure her temperature had returned to normal until her overactive imagination began to take over. Drawing lines and connections in a game of dot to dot with little encouragement that only served to fuel a fire in her cheeks.

“That’s my girl. I left your towels here but if you want, I can help you get out?” He got up and paused at the door waiting for her reply.

“No, I should be fine.” The bubbles in the bath were nearly depleted as they fought against the soap of the shampoo. She was becoming aware again of her own vulnerability.

“Ok. I’ll just be the other side of the door so don’t struggle if you can’t manage.” He was still worrying.

“I’m feeling a bit better I can…” She trailed off. Acting tough was not going to work when he had already seen her looking rough as hell. She forced herself to meet his eyes and nod. “Fine, I’ll call if I need you.”

“Good girl. Take your time.” Hideyoshi either didn’t notice the budding embarrassment or he was being too much of a gentleman to call her on it.

She was thankful to the bath for giving her skin an all-over flush, masking a lot of her give away blushing response to him. The door shut and she could hear Masamune shout up the stairs.

“Grubs up!”

She pushed herself a little too much to get dressed quickly so as not to keep them both waiting. When she returned downstairs. She was wheezing and trying to hide the fact she was once more in pain with her lungs rattling in her ears.

“Here Lass sit down before you fall down.” Masa joked but he was clearly trying to care for her without making it into a big thing.

Her back sunk into the sofa cushions as her eyes fell on the spread of food that was laid out on the coffee table. She hated her nose right now because if looks were anything to go by the food would have smelt divine.

“What is all this?”

“Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner… Supper.” Masa indicated all the different dishes like he was on a game show before giving a shrug as if to say it was all no big deal.

“If you were gonna cook all this why bother asking if today was a cheat day or not?” Hideyoshi came in carrying a big jug of water, slices of orange and lemon floating under a layer of ice. Placing it on a side table where some glasses were and took a seat next to her on the sofa.

“Hey, Cheat days are Cheat days only when you are healthy enough to be on a diet. When you are sick you should eat whatever you can and whatever you feel like so you can get strong again and continue to fight those pesky calorie demons.” Masa defended his cooking taking a seat on the other side of her.

“Haha, I like your logic there, Master Chef.” She giggled even more at Masa’s comments because of the huffy look that was now gracing Hideyoshi’s face. She shouldn’t take joy in him being put out but she didn’t have the energy to tell herself that.

“Why thank you.” Masa bumped shoulders with her grinning.

She once more found her mind wandering in a fog of fantasy as she registered the fact, she was the filling to this comforting boyfriend sandwich. As distractions from ill-health went it could have been a lot worse.

“However flawed it may be.” A tall tumbler of iced water appeared like a cold wedge between them as Hideyoshi passed out drinks.

“Yeah well, I’m sure the whole idea of wrapping Kitten up in bubble wrap thing is also a flawless plan.” Masa accepted the glass giving a teasing side-eye to the sandy-haired worrywart.

“Alright enough of that. Let’s eat before all this good stuff goes to waste eh?” Aware that something was about to kick off Naiya raised her voice to prevent Hideyoshi snapping back with what was no doubt going to be the start of something very witty that meant the friendly disagreement would continue till all the food was stone cold.

She regretted her words quickly as now both men had shut up and started a silent war. They pressed closer to her than necessary the feeling of being in a comfortable sandwich was becoming a distant memory. She wasn’t allowed to plate anything for herself and found her own dish filling up with bits of everything as the silent battle of caregiving continued.

Her body objected to the sudden influx of food and her stomach lurched. Eyes should not be allowed to pass judgement on what you put in your belly. As hungry as she had been it was also a while since she had eaten anything in this volume. She wanted to curse her upbringing for conditioning her to the fact that it was both rude to the cook and a waste of food to call it quits in the middle of a meal.

Sensing something was wrong with her both men stopped serving more of the dishes. Their intonations of ‘if you eat that you have to have this with it’ and ‘a balanced meal is important if you wish to get healthy’ died as they both exchanged glances over her.

“You alright Kitten?” Masa quietly asked his hand touching hers.

“Yeah.” Naiya nodded and regretted moving her head at all. She slipped her hand from Masa’s and without sparing the men a glance she left the room headed straight for the bathroom.

Naiya returned to the living room after freshening up. The harshness of the mint in the toothpaste felt a little sharp against her tongue but it was better than leaving things as they were.

The room had been completely cleared of any signs of the meal. Candles had been lit which meant the bright light from any lightbulbs was not going to cause her any issues. The DVD player had also been set up to play a movie.

All of the cushions had been dragged from the sofa to the floor making it look like a mattress had landed on the rug. The coffee table was missing but it did look like all her blankets and duvet had been artfully arranged so her previous nest now looked like a luxurious retreat.

“You’re back.” Hideyoshi came in carrying two cups with Masa trailing close at his heels with a third cup of steaming liquid and a plate of something sweet.

“Here Lass try sipping this it will help.” The warmth of ginger spread through her mouth rounded out by calming honey. “Sorry kinda went a little far before.”

He didn’t avoid her eyes but the sincerity in his voice warmed her more than the drink.

“It’s fine I should have said no but I just couldn’t when everything was so good.”

“Careful there Kitten, you’re gonna start giving a fella ideas talking all seductive like.” Masa’s voice was a low purr against her ear, his wild chestnut brown hair brushed against her cheek igniting her blush further.

He brought one of the sweet treats from the plate to her mouth the softness of the dough melted against her tongue replacing the mint and ginger with a buttery sugar spice.

“Churros?”

“Masa we agreed.” Hideyoshi reprimanded.

Masa pulled back with a playful smile as he licked his own lips. He had a way of looking like a hungry predator ready to pounce and nothing seemed to trigger that more than watching her enjoying his food.

“Yeah, Yeah. C’mere Kitten we got something special for you.” He took her by the hand leading her to the spread of cushions carefully taking her cup from her while she settled into position and then handed it back.

“You have a way of making things sound dirty even if they aren’t. I do wonder if you haven’t been hanging around a certain white-haired friend too long.” She smirked taking another sip of her drink.

Her spirited tease had a thrill that was short-lived. She could feel Hideyoshi move in behind her and sit on the frame of the cushionless sofa. Her shoulders became encased in the space between his legs as he planted a foot either side of her.

Before she could ask what he was doing, his hands wrapped over her shoulders his fingers moving in circles. The flexing pressure of his grip as the heel of his hand came into play smoothing out the knots, he found almost had her drop her cup.

“Oops! Careful there Kitten, you are already sick you don’t want to get burnt on top of all that.”

The cup was once more liberated from her failing grip while soft sighs and little moans crept out of her mouth. Masa positioned himself at her feet taking one in his hands and began copying Hideyoshi’s movements as he focused on massaging her feet.

Every now and then her leg was raised just enough to let Masa’s fingers travel past the point of her ankle and find the tension trapped in her legs. Every time she felt the release of the stressful tension, he brought his lips to the spot and trailed kisses along it.

She gasped each time he did this. His upturned blue eye was dilated to the point of stormy and his chuckle left vibrations against her skin. The pressure on her shoulders and neck tightened in her response. Hideyoshi was not to be outdone or ignored at times like this. His gentleness could be torture when used correctly and this man was a master at that.

Hideyoshi’s hands slipped to her arms before moving back to her neck and travelling down her spine until they found that sweet spot in her lower back. The one that caused her to arch against his palm as her body reacted instinctively to the pleasure of his touch.

Attacked from two sides at once the little moans became louder as she felt her body begin to hum with affection being lavished on her. Tension, aches, pains they all seemed to melt right out of her as her body temperature rose to a comfortable heat.

They only stopped when she looked as if she were on the verge of breathlessness. It felt like she had just been the victim of a huge tease but it was clear that this was the line neither men were going to cross until she was stronger.

Her body became the filling once more in a boyfriend sandwich. Masa’s arm draped around her shoulders his hand landing on Hideyoshi’s shoulder where it began to play with the gap between his shirt and bare flesh. Hideyoshi cast a glance his way but said nothing to put an end to it.

Dropping her head onto Hideyoshi’s chest Naiya could hear his heartbeat pattering out a private salsa in his body. She smiled knowing that the two guys had made up after their silly little spat.

“Ready for the movie now Princess?” Hideyoshi clicked play on the remote and the opening sequence for Nightmare Before Christmas started.

“Oh my—you got me another copy!?” Naiya snapped back up between the two men eyes sparkling as she watched the screen.

Whether she knew it or not she was moving her body ever so slightly in time with the music which only made her boyfriends chuckle behind her.

“Couldn’t have you without your beloved movie, now could we?” Masa smiled as his hand was removed from Hideyoshi’s neck.

“If we couldn’t do at least this much we aren’t really living up to the title of your men, now are we?” Hideyoshi laced his fingers with Masa's, planting a biting kiss to the back of his hand before releasing it.

The teasing going on behind her did little to break her concentration on the movie. Each man reached out with one hand to drag her back down into the space between them.

Hideyoshi’s long legs stretched out on the cushions, his feet wrapping with Masamune’s while her shorter legs balanced over the top of both of them.

It wasn’t a miraculous cure and she knew that all she had been feeling would at some point find her again. Right now though she was content. Wrapped up in the arms of two of her greatest loves, Naiya’s eyes fluttered shut. The warmth from both men seeping into her with the music on the DVD acting as a lullaby. That was when the sleep she craved finally took her.

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Glaiveweek 2020- Day 5. Chicken Soup Solves Everything

Day 5 of Glaiveweek 2020. @glaiveweek I’m a bit late, but here it is!

Prompt: Angst, Fluff and Smut- Hold On, Time of your Life, Its Warm and Peaceful

Summary: The last wave of winter has a bad case of the flu bringing the glaive to its knees. Luche sneaks off to the kitchens, and finds help in a young adviser.

Spring rain pelted the city, washing away the remnants of winter. However, the two seasons mixed first, bringing icy rain and grey chill to Insomnia. People trudged to work and then ran home. It was too messy to do anything else- and running about in sleet was not the best of ideas. The kingsglaive continued to run as always, but incurred some losses to the flu making its final rounds as the winter heaved its last breath. Luche warped from the parking garage into glaive headquarters. He bustled forward, trying to shake off the cold. He was on requisition duty today. Axis was out sick, so he needed to inventory the armory for potions, munitions, and weapon stocks. Asking the others about the state of their weapons for inventory might not be a bad idea either- the new forge order for custom weapons was coming up. Best to get ahead before anyone else got sick. Luche smiled to himself. Best to stay ahead of the game. The offices held the requisition tablet, and the forms needed to be filled out upon application...Someone sneezed. Luche turned to see Pelna making copies, looking absolutely dreadful. His usually warm umber skin looked kind of pale and sickly, his dark hair slightly plastered to his forehead with rain. Luche noted his state, and internally decided to make orange tea later for him. “You feeling ok, Pels? Looking a little pale there.” “Yeah...just tired...and achy.” Pelna seemed to droop a squidge more at the admission. “Take it easy today then. Do you have any custom armor or weapon requests? The forge order is coming through soon, and it's a good idea to check beforehand.” Luche murmured, adjusting the wayward hair on Pelna’s forehead. Pelna nodded, looking thoughtful, before shivering and turning away with his copies. Luche raised a brow, and changed that internal note to include soup. Charming citadel staff could sometimes beg treats from the castle kitchens. Maybe he could snag something hot- the dark haired glaive looked dreadful. Luche sighed, turning to check in with the captain before going off to the armory. The captain looked more haggard than usual, dark circles under his eyes. Luche glanced at him from the side, suspicious. “Here’s the list of things we definitely need, and as for the forge order, I am covered. Very thoughtful though. Recheck the armory and transport vehicles, especially the first aid and potion stocks.” Drautos grated, voice rougher than usual. “Yessir. You feeling ok? Sound a little scratchy there.” Luche watched, noting some stiffness in his movements. “I’ll shake it off. I’m fine. Dismissed.” Touchy, too. That meant the captain was solidly out of sorts. Luche saluted, and spun about, wondering if he was the only healthy glaive left. The armory was peaceful without the music that Axis liked blasting about, but also seemed colder for the same reason. Luche tucked his coat tighter about him, swearing about getting some citrus later. His work passed smoothly, even if the glaives were disasters on a personal level, they kept their gear organized. Arms noted, potions counted, bombs recorded...it had only taken an hour. Six, that was quick. Oh well. Perhaps he could check on the glaives training for possible forge orders. Luche shifted the tablet, making one final note, before heading off for the arena and weight rooms. Glaives warped and practiced magic at regular intervals in the arena. It was nowhere near the level of energy that was normally used. The sight of half-assed combat drills slowed Luche to a stop. Concerned, he turned on heel and made for the citadel. Whatever bug or fatigue was working through the ranks, he had to do something, else the glaives would start to drop like flies. And yes, this was a common occurrence throughout any historical militia, but these were modern times godsdamnit. Luche would make sure something was done. It was a quick walk through the hallways that connected the glaive headquarters to the rest of the citadel to gain access to the main keep. His status as a glaive gained him access to the servant hallways, normally only used by crownsguard and castle staff. Luche passed several guards, who raised eyebrows but said nothing. The kitchens were below the main floors, along with the boilers and other service hatches. It was just a few stairs- the elevators were packed with maids bustling with food for the council. Lunch was almost here, they needed to serve early so the council could eat and clean up before the session resumed. It was a tight schedule, but worked if he timed it right. Which was why Luche walked in when he did. The main meal was already measured out, so any leftovers could be served to friendly faces afterwards. Smart guards and glaives made friends with the cooks, because royal leftovers were divine, even when microwaved. Luche rounded the corner, and put on his best puppy eyes. Single rations were easy to get, but enough soup for a squad of glaives? He would need to charm it up...and stopped at the sight of a kid, perhaps ten, struggling to heft a huge bag of potatoes. The kid panted, teetering, and Luche warped to steady the lad before he fell and hurt himself. The boy peered up from behind thick glasses, auburn hair combed neatly, uniform pressed to perfection. While his appearance was immaculate, his speech was not. A slightly accented voice stuttered apologies and thanks, blushing fiercely. Luche slung the sack over a shoulder, smiling gently. The kid was cute. “Be more careful, you could pull something by lifting too much at once. Luche Lazarus.” The glaive grinned, offering his hand. “Ignis Scientia. I will be more careful, thank you.” Ignis shook his hand, and pointed to the high steel countertop where he was trying to put the potatoes. “What is a kid like you doing in the kitchens?” Luche plopped the sack on the clean metal. “The cook said if I helped do some chores, he would teach me how to cook.” Ignis stated shyly. “Oh? Anything in particular?” “There is a dessert I’m trying to recreate, but I can’t get it to turn out right. I figured asking for help would be better than wasting more ingredients.” Ignis stared at the floor, the tops of his ears burning. “Practical.” Luche nodded. The both turned as head chef Brusa bustled forward, a large, jolly man, handing a peeler to the kid, and clapped Luche on the back. Luche smiled, accepting the affection. Showtime. “What can I do for the kingsglaive today?” The chef grinned, smile softening as Luche explained his plight, working his best sad eyes. His friends were getting sick, and he hoped he could please have some leftover soup to soothe their sore throats, whatever they had, pretty please… The Brusa was a major softie for the guards and the glaives. He announced that he would not stand by while those so nobly training to defend Lucis suffered. Ignis watched with wide eyes as his first lesson in pastry making was hijacked into a lesson on making soup light enough to soothe troubled stomachs, but hearty enough to sustain soldiers. The young adviser took careful notes- even if this wasn’t pastry lessons, it would still serve the prince if he knew how to prepare foods for illnesses- and helped with the preparation of a huge, several gallon pot of stew. Luche watched, entranced at the controlled chaos enfolding before him. The chef whirled gracefully, preparing ingredients while lecturing about proper food safety. Clean the carrots, chop the celery, warm the leftover stock, measure out the noodles, the thick ones- these are for the glaives, Ignis!- set them to boil...Luche flicked open the notes app on his phone, quickly recording the recipe, for future use. The chef’s food was never ever a disappointment. Luche had to subtly swallow back some drool as the scent of something scrumptious began to waft through the kitchens. Ignis carefully added diced chicken, dripping some of the fat into the bubbling pot, listening to Brusa chuckle about how noodles soaked up that flavor, making it heaven. “ A bit of salt, thyme, rosemary..and heres the secret, Ignis, mint. Just a squidge- the camphor in the leaves has been used for ever in cough medicine, chest rubs. Not too much, it is dangerous in large amounts, but just enough. The broth will break up the mucus of the throat, but the mint is what soothes the flesh after.” The head chef beamed, sprinkling a handful into the monster of a pot, stirring excitedly. Luche typed furiously, feeling his own stomach start to grumble- loud enough for Brusa to hear. “Sounds good, right, glaive?” The chef chuckled, glancing at the sheepish glaive. “Sounds good, smells amazing. Thank you so much, chef. My compliments.” “My, my. You haven’t even tasted it!” The chef blushed, still stirring. “I have to compliment it now, while I still have words, for I’m sure your stew will render me speechless.” Chef Brusa flushed deeper, staring into the pot, before slapping a lid on it. “Give it ten minuets to boil together, then pour it into one of the travel warmers over by the sinks. Ladles are above. I’m afraid we are low on disposable utensils and bowls, but there are still an abundance of paper cups left over from the prince’s birthday celebration.” Luche bowed low, thanking the chef, and turned to haul down a warmer, and Ignis scrambled to find the cups. Fifteen minuets later saw the glaive and adviser-to-be turning the corner to the glaive headquarters, leaden with food. Ignis worked hard to match Luche’s stride, fueled by the promise of all the pastry lessons he could want should he help ladle out soup for the glaive. Lunch was about here, and if they worked fast, they could warm up everyone all in one go, as they convened in the common room for break. Luche and Ignis worked in tandem, handing out cups to exhausted, sniffly glaives. Snacks were always the secret to a soldier’s heart. Libertus tried to be gruff, but at the first sip his eyes glowed, and he mumbled thanks around a mouthful of noodles. Nyx grinned, warming his hands on the cup, sipping slowly, savoring. His eyes slid closed, and he breathed gratitude for the shef. Crowe nibbled on a noodle, pestering him for the recipe, warmth filling her. Tredd took the soup without a word, happily chugging it, giving a thumbs up as he retreated into the common area. Sonitus smiled, seeming the only one still healthy, accepting his share with gratefulness. Only Pelna and the captain were not present, and Luche loped off to the offices. Pelna typed absently at his desk, clearly in a fog. Luche cocked his head, noting how glassy his eyes were, setting the cup gently in front of the glaive. Pelna seemed to notice the movement, and glanced blankly up. Luche frowned, ignoring personal space, feeling his forehead. “Guess I’m not doing so hot.” Pelna sighed, picking up the soup, testing the temperature. “You are doing very hot. That seems to be your problem.” Luche pulled back, concerned by the fever burning under the tanned skin. Pelna grumbled absently in response, chewing slowly. “Go home. Take care of yourself and don’t spread this around. There is more soup- eat this, then meet me in the hallway. Pack up and go home. I will tell Drautos. Rest.” Luche squeezed his shoulders, and smiled at the sheepish mumble of assent. With that out of the way, Luche turned to check on the captain. The captain was borderline incomprehensible, his scratchy voice now almost gone. Luche leveled a glare at Drautos, before setting the cup on his desk. “You sound like shit, captain. With all due respect, get out. Go home, and sleep this off.” Luche growled, not liking the stubborn set of Dratos’s eyes. “I don’t care. I just sent Pelna home for the same reason. Rest now and heal early, or suffer longer. Choose.” Drautos glared down into the soup, then slumped as he picked up the steaming cup, trying a few drops of broth. His broad shoulders loosened, and he took a larger draught, unable to hold back the hum of appreciation. Luche continued to glare, until the captain grated out some sort of submission, standing to gather his things. It would do no one good if he was out longer then he had to be, it would be more efficient to nip this in the bud. Luche waved as the captain and Pelna ambled out into the rain. Mission accomplished. The glaive found Ignis stammering, ladling second helpings to appreciative glaives. The kid looked like he was about to combust under the compliments on his cooking. Several looked better already, Libertus loudly bickering with Nyx on traditional stew ingredients, and Tredd adding his own experience into the mix. Luche smiled, sidling up to the young adviser, helping him dole out more liquid happiness. “You did really good, kid. If you ever need help, we take snacks as payment.” Luche whispered. Ignis nodded, promising himself to learn more recipes under his breath. Maybe the crownsguard could be bought into favors with snacks too. The marshall’s sweet tooth was legendary. Ignis grinned, and Luche watched with no small amusement. A young adviser, already being taught to bribe glaives. He was proud. A glance around had Luche affirming that everyone had been served, and poured a cup for himself, gesturing for Ignis to do the same. The soup was heaven, noodles thick, celery and carrots crunchy, chicken hearty...Luche hummed deep in his chest, drinking deeply. The soup warmed him from the inside, sating the hangry festering there, A look about confirmed the other glaives felt the same. Warm, sated, and peaceful. If, later in the week, Luche awoke to a sore throat and aching body, well. He had the perfect recipe for heaven in a pot.

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