#but the new fries are crinkle cut

[must-be-mythtaken]

am I crying about my leftover fries that someone in the house ate because I really wanted to eat them? am I crying about my dad's concussion because I didn't get to eat my fries? am I crying about both because my hormones make me insane for (at minimum) one third of the month? is it a secret other thing? there's no way to know, and no way to get those fries back.

[jayparked]

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can we get 106 with Jay?🫶🏻

warnings: s2l, diner owner!jay x customer! f.reader, semi public sex in a closed restaurant, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk

wc: 1.4k

"i'm not on the menu."

"w-what?" you stare at the diner owner with wide eyes. he's smiling while continuing to wipe down the counter you're sitting at.

"i gave you that menu ten minutes ago but you haven't looked away from me for a second. i'm starting to think i missed a spot shaving or something."

he's so nonchalant about what he's saying to you. as if his words didn't send chills down your spine or bring a bright flush to your cheeks.

"i-...i'm sorry, jay. i must have been zoning out..."

he flashes you a playful smirk, one that screams 'yeah, sure, whatever you say'. you're grateful he drops the subject, continuing to clean as the last few customers start to leave the diner before closing time.

"you know..." jay starts slowly, "you've been coming here every week for months..."

"...yeah?" you question cautiously, eyes peering over the menu to take in his casual stance: one elbow on the counter so his head can be pillowed by his palm, the other hand still holding the washcloth.

"why do you still ask for a menu? you and i both know you don't need it. i've got your weekly cravings down to a science now. "

you chuckle and set the menu down, opting to take a sip of water just after saying, "a science, huh?"

jay shrugs one shoulder, his gaze intensifying, "rainy days it's the soup of the day. when it's sunny you want the roast beef provolone sandwich with crinkle cut fries, a diet coke, and a pickle on the side. when you have a stressful day at school you want the pancakes with extra syrup. and when it's-"

"enough!" you hold up a hand and laugh. "i get it! i like my routine, i'm predictable, blah blah blah."

"not as predictable as i'd like you to be," jay deadpans in a husked tone. your thoughts mentally trip inside your brain and you gulp a little too loudly. seconds go by without either of you saying anything or looking away from one another. you know you should say something, anything at this point, but the words just won't come out.

"why do you still ask for a menu, y/n?"

your heart is pounding in your chest so hard it physically hurts. but now that the new year has started, you remember your goal: to be more bold, more brave, and to try not to shy away from what you want.

instead of taking the leap, you opt to answer his question...with a question.

"why do you let me order way past closing?"

jay nods his head, lips jutting out playfully, clearly not expecting the tables to turn on him so quickly.

"it's the only time you can come in. you're in lectures all day. and someone's gotta make sure you're eating after all that studying." jay gets himself upright, tossing the washcloth over his shoulder and giving you another smile before turning his back to you. he walks towards the soda machine, scooping a generous amount of ice into a glass and pressing his finger against the diet coke option.

"so you're saying...that i'm not like the other customers?" you try to come off as funny, playful, maybe even a little bit flirty, wiggling your eyebrow at his back for an extra quirky effect. but he doesn't laugh.

jay turns to you once the glass is full. slowly, he leans back down again, his face inching closer and closer to yours as he moves the glass towards you. his eye contact is hypnotizing; the way you can't break away no matter how badly you want to. you look up at him with curious, searching eyes, hoping to find any hint that what you're feeling for him isn't as crazy as you think it is.

"do you want to be like the other customers?" he murmurs so softly you almost don't hear it. he's close enough that you could reach out and touch him, close enough to pull him closer, just...close enough.

"no," you sigh dreamily, "i really don't."

finally, jay's eyes flick down towards your lips, his own lips parting slightly, a soft exhale escaping them.

his gaze meets yours again, something softer, pleading, now displayed in those deep brown eyes. "may i?"

"please," you whisper, your own eyes flicking to his lips now.

both of jay's hands come forward and softly cusp your cheeks, pulling you closer until your lips collide. after a few seconds, jay smiles widely, his teeth showing while his lips still hover over yours.

"say that again," jay murmurs, his eyes fluttering as they remain closed, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones.

you can't help but smile with him, your hands shaking as you reach out to grasp his wrists and squeezing them reassuringly. "please."

"mmm, fuck. that's gonna be a problem for me later," he groans, his words rushing out of his mouth because damn, he just needs to kiss you again.

and kiss you again he does. his lips now moving feverishly with yours. his hands wander away from your face until they're on your shoulders, moving down even more until he's grabbing you under your arms and pulling you onto the countertop. now, standing between your legs, he can finally kiss you properly. one hand is back on your cheek, warm and soft while the other grips your hip tightly, bracing himself with the contact. your own hands reach out to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his dark black hair. a particular overly excited tug has him moaning against your lips, making you inhale as the sound sends ripples of pleasure down your body. he continues to kiss you feverishly, the pace of the kisses quickening and suddenly your body is not satisfied with the amount of distance between you. you need him closer. the only thing you can think of is to wrap your legs around his waist, tightening your grip and pulling him into you even more.

after a few more moments of kissing pass, you're both forced to separate from one another to catch your breaths. he's looking at you with blown out pupils, panting with his now swollen lips parted slightly. he's beyond hungry for you, and you love the feeling of knowing you look exactly the same in his eyes.

"let's take it back to my place." he finally manages to get the words out.

"is this not technically your place?"

"you're right. god, you're so smart." with a mischievous grin jay grabs your body and lays you on the countertop, hastily throwing your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your ass and burying his face in your clothed cunt while you squeal with laughter. any innocent passerby could see what the two of you are up to. jay hadn't gotten to the part of his closing checklist that includes pulling the shades down on all the windows. hell, all the lights are even still on, making a lovely spotlight for the two of you amongst the dark city streets.

but you've dreamt of this moment for so long that you don't even care.

jay has your pants off seconds later, too impatient to continue to play around. he just needs to taste you after all those nights waking up in a cold sweat, cock twitching spurts of cum into his boxers after dreaming of what you would look like sitting on his face, riding his cock, or how you'd look under him as he pounded you senseless. and now, he doesn't have to imagine it anymore. groaning as he continues to ravage you, hands groping anywhere he can reach, his tongue flicking skillfully against your swollen clit.

"j-jay. oh my god!" you cry out, gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white, unprepared to come this quickly.

"my god, that's what you sound like screaming my name?" jay's standing now, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before moving to undo his belt. "so much better than i imagined. you're not going anywhere tonight. you're going to scream my name until you can't speak anymore. i want that throat raw in every way possible. but for now..." he groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into your hole, stretching you in new ways you haven't felt before. your body adapts to him quickly, though, as he begins to slowly thrust into you.

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[allywthsr]

ELF ON THE SHELF | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando prepare elf on the shelf

wordcount: 1.5k words

pairing: dad!landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: I’ve never had elf on the shelf, so I hope that how you do it

advent calendar

Elf on the shelf was a tradition you started ever since you had kids with Lando, every day in December the little elf (that Louis named Claus) did funny mischievous things. Last year's favorite was when Claus took a bite of every single cookie you baked the day before, Lando sacrificed himself to assume this task.

Now with Sofia being three years old, she finally really understood the elf on the shelf and got excited when she woke up, what kind of thing Claus did today, erupting in giggles every time.

You started this year with a simple, yet funny, thing, when the kids were sleeping, you got out a bowl and filled it with some water, you put a tiny carrot in the water and two wiggly eyes, you sat Claus on the dining table and the bowl next to him. Every year you wrote a little note, explaining what Claus did, today it was: ’I brought you a snowman from the North Pole, I hope it’s not that cold anymore xx Claus‘. You could already hear the giggle of your two little sunshine’s.

And that’s exactly how they reacted when Lando read the note to the kids, they giggled and Louis said: ’But mummy, the snowman melted, it’s just water‘.

In the evening, you set up the next one, Claus sat on a little chair you bought, and next to him the iron and some crinkled and normal crisps. Today's note: ’I ironed your crisps cause they were all crinkled‘. Lando laid out the crisps and ate a few himself, he chuckled when you two were ready for tonight, it was funny.

Little Sofia was tired that morning, not really awake, she just pointed at the different things, but Louis was awake and giggling. ”Daddy, he ironed our crisps!“ Lando lifted him on his hips and tickled his sides‘ ”Daddy…. stop. Can I eat some crisps?“ Lando nodded and bent down a little, so Louis could reach the crisps, taking an ’ironed‘ one. ”They taste even better when they’re ironed!“ Lando kissed the side of his head, and you chuckled.

In the following evenings you did several mischievous things with Claus, one day he put Christmas hats on some of you guys in the pictures, you cut out red triangles and white stripes, glued them together, and had a little Christmas hat. Another day he fried little Haribo eggs in a pan, obviously you only put the gummy eggs in the pan, sat Claus next to it and the giggles were loud the next morning. You were happy that you found new things that Claus did every year.

It wasn’t always things that you and Lando put a lot of time and crafts in, one time, Lando just placed Claus upside down on the fridge, simple, but the kids loved it. Lando had to lift up both of them, so they could say hello to Claus.

This year's favorite was definitely when you placed Claus under a glass and the note said: ’Your daddy farted, I‘m hiding in here from the stinky smell‘, Lando was a bit sulky about the fact, that he had to be that one that farted, but you reminded him of the time, you and the kids had to flee from the living room into the kitchen because it was smelling awful. He only smiled when you brought it up, clearly proud of his achievement. The next morning, the house was filled with giggles, Louis and Sofia couldn’t contain their excitement about this one, they even told Lando’s parents when they visited that day, laughing until you had to tell them, to think about their breathing.

One day Claus made a sponge cake, just a kitchen sponge on a plate, with some sprinkles on top of it, placed next to the Kitchenaid that stood in the corner of the counter.

Lando’s favorite was definitely the one, where you tin foil wrapped everyone’s favorite pair of shoes, Claus wanted them to look ’shiny‘ so he did some work around the shoes. Lando had so much fun, wrapping each shoe, especially Sofias because they were so small, ”Babe look, her feet are just the smallest cutest things ever!“

You had a few more, Claus was sitting on top of the tree, pretending like he removed the star and he was the new tree topper, another cute idea was, that Lando wrapped him in wrapping paper and laid him under the tree ’I am your only present for Christmas‘ the kids protested against what Claus wrote on the note, but Lando cooled them down pretty quickly, as always, Lando was the one, they always listened to.

One evening you stacked the living room pillows on top of each other and said that Claus stacked the pillows, to climb up to the ceiling lamp, but he couldn’t reach, it because the pillows weren’t enough.

An idea you found online, that took a bit more preparing time, was that you placed Claus on the counter, sifted some flour around, and placed little mini marshmallows next to him. The note said: ’I‘m ready for a snowball fight, I already have mine when the kids saw that, and they started to throw these little marshmallows against Clause, but Lando quickly put that to a stop and explained that you do not play with food, instead they should eat it, which they did. Sofia was propped up on Lando’s hip and every now and then she would pop some marshmallows in Lando’s mouth, she was always big on sharing things.

Things that made your kids, and Lando, giggle were when Claus played elf Jenga, you placed Kit Kats on top of each other and then you created a small eatable Jenga, easy, but the kids loved it, especially when Lando snook away with them, after you settled in the living room, to steal Claus some Kit Kat. One day, Claus cut a small hole into Louis's favorite cereal box, to snack on some chocolate puffs. You can imagine what Lando had to do after he and the kids rescued Claus from the box, a small bowl filled with milk and some cereal because if Claus was hungry, he should eat some cereal. Another time he placed some crayons on a crater and little Skittles were placed inside and in front of it, the note said: ’Now this is a great way to use crayons‘, the kids loved it, eating the Skittles before you could say no. A silly thing was when Claus was sitting in Sofias' underwear on the drying rack, she couldn’t contain the giggles, especially when Lando acted all disgusted playfully, that Claus chose to sit in her smelly undies. What else happened with underwear was, that Lando and you replaced the stockings that sat above the fireplace with underwear, so instead of Lando’s stocking, there was his boxershort. On the ground laid a small chocolate bar, the note said: ’I tried to put some candy in your new stockings, but they kept falling out‘. Also, easy things were that, Claus was trapped under a bell jar, and the note only said: ’help‘. Lando had to lift Sofia up to Claus, so she could help him before he got hurt, both of them cheering when she held Claus in her hands. One day Claus sat on the railroad, wanting to drive to the North Pole, to tell Santa what good kids they were, and another day he stacked up all jars and cups, so he could reach the countertop and a jar of sweets that stood in the middle of it. Lando also hid him between the bananas once, wrapped in some yellow napkins, to disguise himself as a banana, often these were the things where the kids would laugh the hardest, it was easy, yet effective.

Once Claus cooked breakfast, Lando poured different sweets into a pot, like Haribo spaghetti sticks or oranges, the variety was big and the cheer as well, when the kids saw it.

Lando was super proud of one idea he had, under a glass he trapped his computer mouse and the note said: ’I caught a mouse on the loose‘, because of his love for computers and playing games, the little ones also loved sitting in front of it and mostly press random letters on the keyboard.

On Christmas Day, Claus sat on the table with two eggs in front of and some sprinkles next to him, together with you and Lando, the kids sprinkled the sprinkles over the eggs, because the note said: ’Pour the sprinkles over the eggs and come back in three hours‘ in the meantime, Lando replaced the real eggs with some Kinder surprise eggs. The faces both of them made were the sweetest, how surprised and with an open mouths they looked at the eggs and stared to thank Claus that he made surprise eggs out of the normal ones.

All in all, the elf on the Shelf was a success this year, often enough Lando was just as happy and laughing as his kids were, but that’s what happens when you’re still a kid at heart.

[fr3akho3]

Stuck in a sticky situation

Kinktober day 1: Tied up

Warnings: Tied up, use of nickname ‘Drac’ ‘Draculara’ ‘Princess’, Boyfriend! Peter Parker, Established relationship, Fem! Upset! Reader, slight angst, fluff at the end, after care, slut calling, praise, SoftDom! Peter Parker, Tied webbed to bed

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You were having a hard enough day already, everything was off schedule and you were stressed, you were already 14 minuets late to your boyfriend, Peter Parker's, house, your phone had died, and you were not in the mood for mid-day New York traffic.

After 20 more wonderful minutes of Queens traffic you arrive to his apartment, buzzing him then heading up.

As soon as Peter opens the door to you, you collapse in to his warm arms, a comforting smell of cinnamon that he knew you liked so much filling your nostrils.

"You miss me, Drac?" He laughs out, stroking gently on the back of your head. You only let out a quick nod, not caring to step out of the doorway. "You tired, bad day?" You nod softly, a tear trickling down your cheek, the familiar lump in your throat bobbing back up. "Let's go to my room, Draculara, yeah?"

You both lay on Peter's bed, not saying anything, just holding one another peacefully, softly kissing every once in a while.

"You want anything to eat? I can't cook or bake but I own an air fryer? I'm sure I can make something you'd like in there?" Peter says; gently sitting up and placing your head comfortably on his thighs, stroking your soft hair, feeling fuzzy against his callous finger tips.

"Oh my god, dude, you know what would be so good right now? Fuckin' crinkle cut fries, they’re so good, you should make us some," You say smiling happily. "Please, Peter?" You beg happily, to your boyfriend's dismay he gets up and heads to his kitchen but not without turning around and lifting you out of his bed, he places an arm around you, walking you and himself to the kitchen, he pulls out a chair for you and goes to his freezer, getting the fries out as you pull your phone out.

"Drac? Who you texting?" He says; a tinge of jealousy pangs in his voice along with curiosity, as he goes on his toes to try and see.

"No one, i'm putting music on, Pete." You say, smiling as you hear the jealousy in his voice, knowing you would and could never see another person in the same way you love, or even like, him.

"What song, you thinking, bug?" He smiles at you, his smile lines were your favorite.

"Mm Pretty girls make graves, Love songs on the radio, or Luna?" You ask him looking up from your phone.

"I have no idea what songs those are, so you pick." He says, ogling over you just sitting there.

"Luna's a Smashing Pumpkin songs, and Pretty girls make graves is The Smiths, and then Love songs on the radio's Mojave 3" You state like it was the most common thing on the world.

"I'm sorry, Mojave 3?" He says checking on the fries, making sure they're cooking fine and not burning.

"Yeah, good band, promise."

"Put Love songs on the radio, whatever you pick'll sound good" You put on love songs on the radio, the soft melody filling yours and his eardrums as you stare at each other, content with the love you have for one another.

The fries finish and you sit peacefully with each other, the fries sat and watching from an oval bowl, you've both found your way to Peter's bed, eating and watching Hocus-Pocus on his laptop.

"He's cute," you say not thinking about it about Max from Hocus Pocus

"No he's not, he's probably ugly and old now." Peter says getting defensive which gets you smiling

"Peter, I think your beautiful."

"You do, Drac? You promise?" He says looking away, he's aware it's corny and sappy but he doesn't ignore his feelings.

"Yeah...I do, promise." You say softly, kiss between his forehead and hairline.

Peter kisses your lips softly, devouring your saliva like it was The Body of Christ, worshipping your every movement.

Those few kisses lead to you straddling his lap, he kisses your forehead as you go for his neck and collarbone, leaving small bites and hickeys all over.

"You know...May's working a 10 hour shift...we have a lot of time...only if you wanna..." He stuttered through every word, it wouldn't be your first time together intimately and certainly not last, but Peter was always respectful and careful to avoiding breaking boundaries and such.

"Mm a lot of time to do what?" You said intoxicatingly, the way your voice sounded induced him further, the apples of his cheeks growing red.

"You know...get together..." He said shyly; his pale face turning a light pink

"Oh yeah?" You say teasingly, not wanting to let the moment end.

"Yeah..." He says getting red. "Can we try something...new...together?" He suggests rather sheepishly

"Like what?" Yoh look at him with those beautiful eyes he loves so much

"Well it's October, Halloween season, and I have webs..."

"Whatcha suggesting, Pete?" You say brushing your hands through out parts of his hair

"Wanna tie you up...web you to the bed..." he says hiding his face in the crook of your neck

"What? Can't hear you?" You tease him further.

"Wanna tie you up and let me fuck you," he says louder, still hiding his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses.

"Do it then, pussy." You laugh softly out; teasing the poor boy to his wits end.

"Oh yeah? You gonna be a good girl and let me?"

"Please" You say looking into his eyes

"Want me to tie you up and fuck you? Yeah? Oh yeah?" He whispers; hesitating to go on

"Fuck, yeah, Pete. I need you" you breathe out, staring at him from on top of his lap.

He slides his shirt off, taking your shirt off of you as well, leaving you in only a bra. He lifts you off his lap and puts you sat back on his bed, elbows propped up beneath you. He soon slides down your pants revealing underwear.

"You look perfect, you know that? Gonna take such good care of you" He says grabbing the Vaseline from his bedside table, rubbing it softly on your wrists.

He gets up and grabs his web shooters you whimper as both your hands are webbed to his bed frame

He's careful to pull your bra above your soft and tender boobs carefully. He takes his callus hands spreading one knee to the side then soon the other, he smiles up at you at your slick spreads with your folds.

He massages around your nipples as you whimper, he brushes your cheek with his other hand, inserting his finger inside, stretching you with your slick

"That feel good ,baby, tell me when you want me, okay?"

"O-okay! I want you now, please! I need you, Parker" you beg, vulnerably.

"I'm gonna put it in, alright?" He says softly; pushing your hair out of your face as you nod rapidly.

He's hardened dick slowly teases your entrance, making sure to go slow not wanting to harm you. He's cold hands grabbing onto your hips, his palms cupping your ass and back of your thighs, while his thumb strokes the inside of your thighs, holding them apart.

His tip enters, he pulls in and out a few times trying to feel you out; leaving you whimpering for more.

He's soft to make sure he isn't hurting you; wanting your pleasure as much as his.

He goes all the way in, earning a grown from both of you. His moan was long and relieving.

“Parker, please, start moving.” You beg, your legs crossed around his hips, your hands gripping at the webbing.

“Be patient, Draculara, s’gonna take good care of you, yeah? You gonna be my good girl?” He teases, slowly moving his hips in and out. “Look at You? My pretty girl, all spread for me, all naked, tied up. Fuck I need you”

He pulls all the way out and slams back in, letting out a lewd moan, you whimper as your knees clamp against his waist.

“Fuck! Parker! Please, go harder, please baby?” You squirm and he lightly pinches at your nipple, caressing the other between his hand

“No, keep ‘em open for me, princess, or I swear I’ll stop.” He goes all the way out, leaving his tip in as he slams his hips in and out. “Yeah? You good princess- ah- fuck- you see how hard I am for you? Fuck- y-you see how my cock fucks you?” His hands Go to your waist, moving you up and down on his cock as he goes in and out.

“Fuck! Parker! Please, I’m begging you! Fuck me harder! Please Parker! Fuck- I need you- I want everyone to know I’m yours and I need you so badly, please, baby?” You beg, trying to move your hands; he lets out a chuckle watching you suffer as one finger goes to your clit and the other on your waist.

“I know, Princess, your doing so good for me, yeah? Just keep going for me, your gonna feel so much pleasure, s’yeah?” He goes faster, the lewd sounds of his moans filling the room, as you bite at your cheek, concealing the sounds of your loud moans.

“You feel so good in me- babe- babe! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please! I- I- I- need you, please baby” you beg your knees clenching together, Peter looks down at you as he stops.

“What’d I say Princess? Spread ‘em Draculara. Maybe I’ll eat you out later if your good, okay? C’mon Princess be a good girl for me and spread ‘em legs?” He’s careful to not mess up your hair as he strokes your cheek

“I-I’m sorry, please, Peter, keep going?” You smile at him as he begins rubbing your clit, ghosting on top of it.

“I’m gonna start going, yeah?” He’s quick to put his cock back in, going slow at first, before putting it all in you, he quickly pulls out leaving just the tip before slamming all of him back in, not giving you time to adjust before fucking you faster then ever, while rubbing your clit with his callus fingers.

“You want it? Mm- yeah princess? You’ll have it. All of it, fuck- all of me. Oh- oh- fuck- mm” deep inhales leave his body, you hear his heavy breathing, his hand leaving your waist and going to your stomach, pressing down to see how far he is, making you go crazy

“Fuck, I love all of you in me, you’re so good to be, Parker, wanna see you cum, wanna see you cum in me, please- Fuck! I- I- I can take it, all of you. I promise.” You whimper out, your back arching forward as your squirm and yell out sinful moans.

“Mm- fuck- Drac- your driving me fuckin crazy- I’m so close- I’m so close- oh- oh- oh! Yeah! Fuck! I love you- princess fuck! Oh yeah? You really love me? Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you? Oh princess…oh fuck, oh what did I do to- ah- deserve this pretty pussy! Mm- please!” He goes faster, you can see this thigh muscles flexing , his cock twitching inside you with every movement.

“Oh- oh- oh! Please! F-fuck! Fuck me! Parker, please, I’m so in love with you, I’m so so in love with you. I need you! I need more of you! I need more of you in me!” You beg as you grind for any friction left.

“Drac- f-fuck! Your tiddies s’beautiful. Wanna suck on ‘em, can I? Please, oh- oh! Please baby let me suck on ‘em while I fuck you and hear your pretty m-moans?” He leans down and takes your boob in his mouth, swirling the warmth of his tongue on your erect nipple.

“Parker! Wanna cum with you! Please let me cum with you! P-please, oh! Oh! F-fuck, oh…oh…you’re so good to me, baby!” You whimper out grasping the webs as your hips lift off the bed.

“Princess- oh Drac! O-oh! Fuck- s’you…you slut…you are just so desperate for me, aren’t ya? You love this cock hard and deep in you? Look at you, didn’t even b-bother! F-fuck-to take your bra off fully, what kind of slut- oh- fuck! Can’t even wait to take her bra off!” He slams deeper within you, hitting the spongey spot that makes you feel so good, he goes up from your chest and leaves hickeys on your collar and moans into your mouth.

He slams his hips, bruising his bones at your entrance. He knows he’s close and he’s hoping you are too. He needs you to cum around his hard and veiny cock.

“F-fuck, my beautiful, smart girl, I’m so in- l-love with you babe! Fuck, can I cum in your pretty pussy, Drac? Pretty please, babe?” He begs with his brown doe eyes.

You don’t stop him, your mouth left agape from everything, his hands on your clit, one on your waist, his mouth against your neck. Soon the feeling of him warm, gooey, seamen fills you and he fucks it into you, it all becomes to much, his screams and yours fill the room.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Please! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Please, Parker! I love you!” You screams, your out of breathe and sweaty as his pace slows down, he kisses your cheek before slowly pulling out, being careful at his tip.

“S’You did so good for me, yeah? So good my princess. Was I Good for you?” He asks, kissing you and getting up, graving a warm wash cloth and wiping his cum out of you, careful to not hurt your tender cunt.

“Thank you, baby. You did so good, I love you.” He kisses you again. He gets an anti-web fluid and sprays it on your wrist, kissing them as he gets your wrists out.

“Wanna shower then cuddle? I wanna get you cleaned up, Drac” he says, rubbing Vaseline over the places where the webs had left purple and red. “S’My pretty pretty girl.”

“Yeah, shower then cuddle sounds good, thank you baby.” He sure you up and kisses your nipples then you, carrying you bridal to the bathroom, where you two were sure to have more fun.

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[londonfog-chan]

Eddie Munson x Reader: Ulterior Motives

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+. Mentions of smutty things and pot. Also mentions of being high if that doesn’t sit right with you. Please use your better judgment and be safe out there with edibles y’all.

I fucking told you all this shit would happen one day. I told you I was working on that Ulterior Motives fic. Here it is babes.

***

It was the sexy beat of the drums that probably caught you off guard.

“Baby…”

The wet sound of his tongue against your neck intermingled with the sinful sounds blaring on the television. You tasted like Betty Crocker chocolate.

And then the keyboard came… Maybe a Yamaha or Lowrey.

The sexy percussions…

“Baby…?”

He couldn’t hear you, fumbling for the fly of his jeans as your underwear went sailing over the couch. An unintelligible groan rippled through his throat as the actress on the flick began to sound off, and then the vocalist came on…

“-ing in yo… yes make me realize...”

“Eddie get off I can’t hear!”

You pushed Eddie Munson off you abruptly and his head smacked hard into the coffee table, making him yelp in pain.

Clutching the aching part of his skull and ruffling the messy waves of his brown locks, he looked indignant to see you crawling out from under him on all fours. Your pathway was clear ahead: straight for the glow of the television that beckoned in the dark room like a forbidden idol against the teal carpet and wood panels of your family’s home. The haze of pain sadly didn’t allow him to admire the curvaceous view he currently had of your behind as you crawled on hands and knees. Which was a shame, because you were clad in nothing but his Black Sabbath shirt, and the view from the back was spectacular.

But for you to push him off that quickly… Maybe he did something wrong?

“I’m sorry!” he began quickly apologizing, pulling up his underwear and zipping the fly of distressed Levis quickly as though someone had just walked in, “Sorry! I guess I just got carried away and I thought you wanted…”

“Shhh!”

Eddie froze. His face contorted further into worry. He thought you were going to tell him you heard the characteristic car door slam of your mother’s 1979 Dodge Aspen from the adjacent garage. Evidently the last thing on your mind was hearing anything except for the television. You were pressed against the speaker, trying to listen in to something, although he doubted it was the wet noises or the groaning currently playing out.

Guilt and dread filled his chest. It was all going to shit. This had all been his idea and the whole experience had been one long string of bad luck altogether.

Originally it was a simple plan concocted after you finally passed Mr. Mundy’s remedial math final with a C. Weeks of struggling through understanding your homework and your boyfriend’s high proficiency help finally paid off. Eddie had taken you out to Palace Arcade to spoil the shit out of you with as much time as you wanted on the new Elvira pinball machine, but he felt that treat was just too tame in comparison to achieving such a big goal. Considering Mundy was the last obstacle standing in your way for graduation with him, Eddie thought of something more enticing to welcome you into the ranks of those who would walk for their diploma.

He'd proposed the idea when you called him to tell him your mother had to leave for a few days on business. A different scenario was pictured then: a fun night in with a sleepover at your place with some greasy burgers and crinkle cut fries from Big Top, homemade Munson Special Treats, and a suspiciously obtained copy of one of his favorite porno flicks, Angels of Passion, for the evening’s viewing pleasure. Concluding the evening with a stoner’s nightcap and eating everything the two of you could get your grubby hands on afterwards.

It had been going well up until you flipped out on the shitty music.

“Baby… are you ok?” Eddie asked, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up.

He got scared when you didn’t respond at all. Hardly acknowledging he was there.

“Oh fuck me Freddy… Green out babe? You’re not having a bad one are you?!” He asked, his heart racing with fear. “Was it too strong for you? I told you to tell me if you started feeling-…”

“SHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

You turned around with a scowl, putting your finger to your lips as you shushed him harshly. Whether it was Eddie’s ‘special treats’ working their magic or it was the actual shitty pop that Eddie hated, you were simply unmovable. The tune wasn’t Eddie’s style at all, then again if he was watching an adult film he wasn’t really paying attention to whatever out of tune noise the director chose for music. But you seemed fascinated.

You hummed softly along to it, and when the scene ended, you immediately rewound the tape.

“Woah… ok, what are we doing here baby? What are you listening for?” he asked, crawling over to sit next to you as you worked the Betamax.

“What is this melody?!” you asked, using a mocking British accent that you often took on for your rogue character during Hellfire’s current Battle for Baldur’s Gate Campaign.

“… the shittiest stock music known to man?” Eddie responded, and it took him a while to formulate a coherent answer that was both kind and not outright laughing at you, “It’s porno music babe. If it ain’t metal it means nothing to us.”

“Holy fuck…” you hissed through your teeth, “This song… it… it’s really fucking awesome?!”

Okay… Now what the fuck else were you eating besides badly made pot brownies from Uncle Wayne’s tiny kitchen?!

“… You’re kidding, right? Baby… it’s a POP song! Since when do we listen to pop?! Bad pop at that, some of the shittiest music imaginable and you’re here acting like it’s Mr. Crowley.”

Eddie was flailing his arms, almost hurt with you for turning against his strict metal only code in his presence. Normally you had varied tastes, and he tolerated it to a point; the only rule was nonmetal did not exist in your shared van, but anything goes on your Walkman where you could plug in your headphones and Eddie could blast something else on the cassette deck of his 1971 Chevy Van.

“Yeah that’s it… you’ve had way too much.” Eddie said, beginning to try and pull you away from the television, “No way would you find this crap enjoyable if you weren’t completely baked and tone deaf.”

“Eddie no, you don’t understand this is… how the fuck is a porno song this good???” you hissed to yourself.

It had to be the brownies… Had to be… What the hell else could it have been?! Pulling at his hair, Eddie reasoned you had to have eaten too much against his advice. Admittedly he’d bitten off a little more than he could chew today as well, and he could feel it settle in the longer he tried to pull you away from the tv. He usually could pull off pregaming a joint before a treat and still maintain some modicum of law and order of the two of you, but you’d never done this before. You had insisted earlier you would be fine, but he suspected you had bitten off more than you could chew. Definitely on the verge of a green out if your taste in music was declining this badly.

“Eddie this is so good… how the hell did they get like actual musicians to perform for a porn?” you asked, almost desperate. “I wish I could hear the rest of it… if this stupid bitch wasn’t moaning her little bimbo head off…”

“Sweetheart, that’s the whole point of the flick…” Eddie said, holding you against him as he looked deeply into your eyes. “It’s just something to have on in the background while the lead gets plowed like a cornfield. Doesn’t have any other kind of special meaning beyond that.”

You weren’t even paying attention. Completely transfixed, possessed even, as you began to hum along with the song, shaking your backside slightly with the beat. When you began to sing, Eddie had a moment where his brain began to short circuit. You had quite a captivating voice, deep and contralto, although he could never convince you to sing for him beyond screaming along to Rainbow in the Dark while parked out at Lover’s Lake.

“… everyone knows that… ulterior motives… what the hell did he say…?” You muttered, trying to follow along with the lyrics.

You rewound the video at least eight times, each time ignoring Eddie complaining and trying to get you to stop. The music was so bad, he didn’t even notice that after a while, he started feeling like maybe he’d also had a little too much. Shit! He definitely fucked up and pregamed a little too much in anticipation of your sleepover. He should have been paying attention. There was a point where he’d thought he’d rolled tobacco and not the reefer, and cautiously ate a little more of the brownies when after an hour he hadn’t felt the high, but he certainly could have just checked better and stayed with eating only half.

Each time you rewound the tape, you learned a little more of the song, until you perfectly memorized the lyrics that you were able to hear.

“Oh my god Eddie…” you said, completely out of your mind. “Holy shit… I think this is the best song ever written?”

“Jesus H. honey… What, are you a little preppie cheerleader that listens to Madonna now? You a jock?!” There wasn’t much lyrical genius that he could make out above the obnoxious moaning of the actress currently being engaging in the illicit acts. “Listen babe, let’s forgo the porno, okay? I’ll put on our album instead and we’ll listen to real music. You want that baby? I know you love Holy Diver?”

“Eddie just… Just trust me… ha… haha…” you suddenly had a fit of giggles, excited and tickled that you were able to learn the lyrics so quickly. You could hardly talk. And Eddie could hardly even get himself together enough to just shut the damn tv off.

But what happened next suddenly changed everything: you stood up quickly, and began swaying.

“Oh good God above now you’re dancing, babe, come back here…!”

At first Eddie scrambled to his feet, he was afraid the love of his life was going to fall and crash into the entertainment center, but you seemed to really be dancing, following the rhythm fairly well for being baked out of your mind. Your dance was sloppy, wild and reckless, you gyrated your hips mostly, dancing like you were the only one in the room.

Eddie froze. He was almost transfixed, more so on the way you danced rather than the fact that you were transfixed on the song still.

“Eddie watch just… just listen to it again…” you stopped to have a fit of laughter.

“I don’t like this...!” he said, more cautious than curious at this point.

“Eddie! Just trust me! Let me listen to it again, one more time…! Please?”

He hesitated. Every fiber of his being screaming about the dangers that having both of you out of your minds could cause. The logical part of his brain screamed danger, saw it lurking in the sharp corners, odds and ends and angles of the room. He should get you both to bed before one of you got hurt. He should be the responsible one for once in his goddamned life instead of being the bad influence…

“God dammit…” he growled, wiping the final remnants of shame from his face. “Fine. One more time, and then we’re shutting shit down.”

You couldn’t press rewind fast enough. The scene began all over again with the drums, a soft ‘oh yeah’ from the blonde star being worked over by some stud, honestly at this point Eddie had seen the blonde get railed under the giant Coca Cola poster so many times and was getting so high as time marched on he couldn’t even find it in himself to get hard. He was utterly desensitized to the scene, until he saw you begin to dance again, and you were looking at him like you were starving.

“Something in your eyes makes me realize… how strained this feels...” your voice was smooth, a low alto so unlike anything he’d heard in his life. Although you weren’t practiced, and still very high, something about the way you seemed to just be enjoying yourself, letting loose… through the floating giddy feeling creeping up on him, Eddie was just completely captivated watching his beautiful lover have unabashed fun dancing to terrible music.

You reached out to Eddie, fingers beckoning him to dance with you, hips swaying as you continued to sing along.

Now how could he resist you like that? All hot and bothered, needy for him, beckoning him in for a dance…

He moved automatically in, moving slightly to the beat as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed against him while singing the chorus, sweet little voice softening when you sang ‘tell me the truth’ in a cadence that lilted up at the end, as if you were trying to flirt with him. It was actually very endearing… and Eddie was finding the longer the song went on, he didn’t actually mind the song so long as it was you singing to him.

The longer you danced together, closely pressed against one another, the greater the intensity of the passion was as the raw sexual tension built up. You slowly slid your hands down Eddie’s body, massaging and teasing him as you then slipped your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. You gave him a firm, loving squeeze. Your eyes were watery, squinting up at him in the dark, but to him you looked like an angel.

It had to be the sounds from the television getting to you both on some subconscious level, because the next thing he knew Eddie was being pulled backwards until you both hit the couch, Eddie pinning you to the cushions as you continued to dance, swaying and moving against one another. He didn’t know when it started happening, just knew that at some point the Levis were pooled at his ankles and there you were. Surrounding every sense all at once. Buried in warmth. He was so consumed by a passion that burned hot and heavy, following a rhythmic pattern of give and take, soft and wet, hot and heavy all at the same time, the once terrible music becoming a symphonic masterpiece as you and he made music of your own.

When he pulled away from you, after the most earth shattering peak of enticement, he noticed you were staring at him with stars sparkling in your eyes.

“Best song ever written, right?” you asked, mouth hanging open as you both panted in the aftermath of love.

“Yeah…” he breathed, trying desperately to catch his breath as you took it away with your beauty. “Best song ever written babe…”

[hannie-dul-set]

LOVE VOMIT [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x female! reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, SLOWBURN, college! au, orgmate! soobin, pining to the highest degree, multiple love interests, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. swearing, drinking, annoying org jargon, both mcs are pathetic, unrequited feelings. WORD COUNT. teaser: 429 | full fic: est. 25-30k. RELEASE DATE: late june to early july.

NOTE. i said i was going to post the preview at the end of the week but i got too excited 😭😭 this may be a soobin fic but. u see. i am in love with all five of them so YOU will also fall in love with all five of them i don't make the rules.

i also wanted to jump back into my comfort zone of writing ordinary college life tingz, especially now that i actually have 2 years worth of experience to draw reference from. anyhow, send me an ask/dm to be addded to the taglist. preview under the cut!

THE TIME IS SPRING. A soft musk in the air, freshly bloomed flowers lining the sidewalks, and the start of a new semester. There’s something gentle about springtime, reminiscent of crisp blankets straight from the dryer with lavender seeping into its cotton folds and sunlight leaking through pleated sheer curtains. The season is for cherry blossoms and picnic baskets, outings and first loves. You’ve always associated these things with spring, however none of these sensibilities are present tonight. 

Instead of clear skies and bright sunlight, the view through the diner windows is lit up by artificial lights and signages in the middle of a March evening. There’s no lilac nor daisies in the air, but cheap beer and the savory smell of fried chicken. It’s noisy, it’s loud, and it’s far from the gentleness of spring, but you’ve never felt more alive at this time of the year.

‘Why did you join Shutter.TXT?’ reads the sheet of paper sitting on your table. You’re all smiles as you listen to the answers of those sitting at your table, mindlessly nodding along after being three glasses in. Tonight is an orientation-slash-welcome party for the organization you impulsively joined upon entering the university. 

Because photography is my passion...because I want to explore other fields…because, because, because.

The answers carousel around the table, and honest to god, you stopped listening at some point because it’s getting repetitive. You don’t understand the purpose of this activity. Why else would you join a club for photography, videography, and editing if not for photography, videography, and editing? 

“Are you kids having fun?”

You perk up. The empty smiles you’ve been giving suddenly becomes brighter, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Spring came belatedly tonight, and it came in the form of your extremely pretty senior suddenly appearing behind your seat and you’re instantly all the more conscious about your posture when he leans down to check in on your group. He cranes his head to look at you with a smile. “Is it your turn?” he asks. The back of your neck is burning.

“Ah, yes,” you cough, clearing your throat to introduce your name. “I major in public administration. I know it’s pretty far from my discipline, but I decided to join Shutter.TXT because I didn’t want to be constrained in one field throughout college. I’m sure this organization will make my university experience a lot more exciting and interesting.”

Lies. You joined because of the very face that’s smiling at you this very moment.

“I look forward to working with you.”

love vomit. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[searchforahero]

tag game & WIP game

combo tag game, i was tagged by @necrotic-nephilim ! :]

last song: roxanne by the police

currently watching: honestly like nothing... i have been swamped with midterms lol but i have a whole list of scary movies i wanted to watch this month that i will hopefully start working my way through soon... i also want to start watching buffy the vampire slayer & star trek & hannibal. also need to get back into supernatural & teen wolf... so much to watch so little time...

last movie: romeo + juliet (1996) but that was like over a month ago. urg. i need to watch more movies...

sweet/spicy/savory: savory (but i love all three yay)

relationship status: single yay :D but also starting to think more seriously about if i want a relationship so that's been interesting.

current obsession: DC as always LOL on a smaller scale, desperately trying to make my t4t4t jaydicktim fic work even though it has gone nowhere

last thing i searched online: other than just searching up ao3 "giant lightning mcqueen canada"

WIP game:

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

word: ROBIN

R [dicktim undercover WIP]

‘Richie’ Grayson is possibly the worst of all Dick’s undercover identities. It’s not that it’s a weak cover or that it isn’t helpful in the field, it’s that Tim can’t focus when he has Dick leaning into his space, muttering mission information under the guise of whispering something salacious into Tim’s ear. Tim hates to admit it, but he’s gorgeous like this, long hair slicked back and piercings studding his ears. He’s applied subtle makeup to change his face, but the way his eyes crinkle fondly when he looks at Tim still shines through, even with the added layer of grease he’s managed to apply to every action he takes. Looking at him now, Tim wants so badly to slip his finger in between the thin gold chain resting across Dick’s collarbones and his pretty scarred skin, and pull. Wants to mark him up and undo him until all that’s left is plainly Dick Grayson - no slimey smiles, no Nightwing confidence, not even the charm he carries like a well-worn coat - just Dick Grayson, the man that has eclipsed Tim’s entire world since he was twelve.

O [dicktim roadtrip WIP]

Obviously It's going to be fine, he needs to stop being such a freak about this, rule number one was literally "be normal" and he's somehow found a way to fail at that before the trip has even begun. He has no earthly idea how he's supposed to be normal in the car with Dick when he can't even be normal in the privacy of his own bathroom.

B [???? WIP]

Bruce is evil. Bruce hates him. Bruce wants him dead. That is the only possible explanation for why Tim is where he is now, sweating like a dog waiting for Victor Fries to leave his newest hideout. The air conditioning in the apartment he’s conducting his stake out from is shot to hell and he can’t leave the window for long enough to figure out what’s wrong with the piece of junk. This is all made about a thousand times worse knowing that there’s what amounts to a giant ice box mere metres away.

I [dicktim roadtrip WIP]

It’s unavoidable at this point, Dick is going to kill him. A full year as Robin and a man Tim caught kicking dirty clothes under his bed in response to hosting unexpected guests is going to be what does him in. Write that on his tombstone and put Dick away for murder: Tim Drake, beloved son, killed by Dick Grayson’s heart-stopping smile and infatuation with low cut necklines on a road trip to New York.

N [damitim camping trip WIP]

[Drake was a road rager.] Not just a sit-in-the-car-and-swear at bad drivers road rager, no, Drake went all in. The space between their two seats had become a danger zone, with the frequency at which Drake shoved his hand between them in order to give the finger to traffic in the rear window, and he had slammed the horn a full three times in their short hour on the freeway. Damian grips his seat belt as Drake swerves into the right lane, cutting off a completely innocent driver to come up beside the Honda previously in front of them. Damian can hear the person behind them slam on the breaks and lay down the horn loudly, but Drake pays them no mind, instead groping around the centre panel to find the window button. Once the window is down he sticks his scrawny arm out the window to make a rude gesture at the driver next to them.

Damian is unsure if Drake has always been like this; he can't quite imagine it - little seventeen year old Timothy Drake cutting off drivers in the Red Bird and racing obnoxious sports cars down the highway - but then again, he knows very little about Drake as a person. He didn't know him then, and he knows even less about the twenty-four year old sitting across from him now.

honestly most of the people i know on here have already been tagged in this so... hi mutuals if you see this and you haven't been tagged yet this is me tagging you!

if you do the WIP game your word is: CAPE

[horrorsequel]

do any ppl in this world genuinely prefer crinkle cut fries? is there a person, who when asked, would rate crinkle cut fries as S Tier? are they the new messiah

[ragsy]

For the ask meme: 5, 18, 29?

5. favorite form of potato?

halved new potatoes, drizzled with olive oil, tossed with salt, black pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and cayenne pepper, roasted for 15-20 minutes at 425°F

or crinkle cut fries from culver's 🥔🥔

18. your boba/tea order?

taro milk tea with tapioca. tastes like purple

29. preferred pasta noodle?

this is a radiatore stan account but DO NOT get me wrong: my DNA is 90% pasta and i will never turn down any shape

[eataku]

Chickie’s & Pete’s, Philadelphia

Crab Fries are another Philadelphia staple that I hadn’t discovered until recently, but now, I try to find a Chickie’s & Pete’s whenever I visit. What are crab fries you ask?

“A Philadelphia staple since 1977, Chickie’s & Pete’s world famous Crabfries® are crinkle-cut French fries sprinkled with a secret blend of crabby spices and served with its one-of-a-kind White Creamy Cheese Sauce for dipping.”

Just don’t call it Old Bay. But whatever the magic blend they sprinkle on their spuds, it’s deliciously addictive!

So while we were at Marvel Day with the Philadelphia Flyers last weekend, my buddy Steve and I made a beeline for Chickie’s & Pete’s as soon as we entered their amazing arena...

Shelled out for the portion you see above, but little did we know that they were going to send over a hefty platter to our suite a few hours later...

Not to be missed when you’re visiting the City of Brotherly Love!

Chickie’s & Pete’s has multiple locations around Philadelphia and New Jersey...

https://chickiesandpetes.com/

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thank you @maxsarchives for thinking of me! it's been a while since I did a tag game c:

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

Tagging @earthyorangeaid, @ideas-of-immortality, @manablr, @sharpandpointies, @benkyoupann, @overgrown-ruins and @haiironoaki! No stressi if you don't feel like doing this <3

Below the cut are my reasons for my choices, in case anyone is curious.

Barbie because I have zero interest in watching the dude from Peaky Blinders test a nuke; ketchup because I think it has more utility as a "spice"; crinkled fries because curlies don't get crispy enough; robots because whoa huge robot cool; silly socks because I don't have a good head for hats; autumn because I like the way the air smells; LotR because it is so so so important; vacation because I like to see new places; day because I like watching the birds; board games because I like them as a way to hang out; books because movies are too long; love because I couldn't stay with someone just to be comfortable; milkshakes because I make them less often than iced coffee and thus they feel like more of a treat; pancakes because every waffle I've had in the past 15 years has been a disappointment; chocolate because it just does so much; the beach because I like the gulls and the waves; laundry because you can do more at a time with less effort than dishes; dine-out because I love not having to tidy afterwards; fantasy because she's always had my back; lays because pringles come in that stupid, unrecyclable tube.

[sweet-child]

50 with Curls??

confession

a formal statement admitting that one is guilty of a crime

a statement setting out essential religious doctrine

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

In which Curly confesses to breaking a mirror

Pairing - N/A

Word Count - N/A

A/n: So i was gonna do some Purly, but I really wanted an Angela and Curly interaction.

“Would you like curly fries, regular fries, or crinkle cut fries?” 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Curly looked down at the shattered mirror, eyes wide. “Shit-” He accidentally bumped into his sister’s hand held mirror. She loved that mirror dearly, it was her favorite. Not only was his sister going to be upset, but he was going to have 7 years of bad luck. He did the only thing that he could come up with- putting it into the trash bin. 

The youngest Shepherd boy was closer to Angela than he was to Tim, so he knew how much his sister loved that mirror. And breaking that mirror put his relationship with his sister at risk. So, the next morning, Curly ran to the nearest thrift store where he picked out a similar mirror and hid it under the bathroom sink. He prayed that Angela wouldn't remember what her old hand-held mirror looked like. Curly prayed that Angela wouldn't notice, but she did. 

Angela Shepard knew that one of her brothers accidentally broke her prized-possession, and she was mad about it too. However, discovering a new hand-held mirror in its place she realized that whoever did it cared enough about her to get her a new one. That calmed most of her emotions. She was upset about it, yes, but she was no longer angry.

»»-————-————-««

A knock on her door awakened her from her daydream while putting on makeup, “Come in!” She shouted, inviting the knocker in. “Angie,” Curly said after opening the door. 2 weeks have passed since he broke her hand-held mirror. “I uh- I have a confession…Ibrokeyouroldhandheldmirror,” He rambled, wincing, preparing for a slap to his arm. Angela looked at her brother, “Thank you for replacing it..I appreciate it.” Curly, now standing straight once more, looked surprised. “You’re not..mad?” “Oh, I was. Very mad. But you replaced it. Why do I need to be mad about it when you replaced it?” Angela spoke, picking up a hair brush and starting to brush her hair. 

“I’m..glad you’re not upset anymore,” Curly stated, watching his sister brush her long, black hair. “Me too, Curls, me too.”

[kariachi]

Who wants some fic of peeps talking about First Contact and the risks of being an actually very weak power within the greater galaxy?

~~

“I’m just saying, we had a month of guerrilla warfare against the Incursean Navy, how are we still listed as having not made first contact yet?!”

“First Contact is as much ritual as anything,” Rook said, carefully setting his half-eaten chicken tender back among the rest of the box. “It is the formal invitation of a planet into the greater galactic community. Since Earth has not yet received this, it is still listed as Pre-Contact.”

“Think the difference between somebody coming by your new house with a jello mold and an invitation to the neighborhood cookout,” Kevin said around a fish sandwich, ignoring Gwendolyn’s elbowing his arm, “versus some dude busting in your front door and ransacking the place.”

“It makes sense I guess,” Gwendolyn added, “I mean, how long has Earth been known about, really?”

“Ages,” Kevin said, cutting short the others nodding, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’ve seen maps, people have known about Earth longer than they’ve known about Argit and Pierce’s homeworld. Yeah we didn’t start getting full populations of non-natives until the last few centuries, but people have known we were here.”

“Then why has nobody made First Contact,” Rook asked, nose crinkled in confusion. “Revonnah made First Contact within years of discovery by other species. I assumed the case here was similar.” Kevin just snorted as the Tennysons leaned in closer, Ben sipping his smoothie obnoxiously loud.

“Yeah, and Eri made Contact within a week. You fuckers have shit people want. All Earth’s got is Ben.”

“Hey!”

“Earth’s a great planet,” Gwendolyn said, eyes narrowed and lips downturned.

“Not saying it’s not- I hatched here too, remember? There’s just, nothing to draw attention besides Ben. We haven’t even gotten people to the next planet over. There’s no natural resources in enough amounts to be worth trading in them, especially when the other fucker’s would have to do all the work of moving shit around.” Shrugging, Kevin tore into his sandwich again. “Most of the time First Contact is made by someone looking for an alliance of some sort, but Earth’s not at a spot where that’d benefit anybody.”

“Except Earth,” Ben said. “We really could’ve used outside help against the Incurseans.”

“Yeah, but then what would the other fuckers have gained from it?” Reaching across the table, Kevin rapped his knuckles against Ben’s head. “Think, Benji. Nobody is joining a war for nothing and Earth doesn’t have anything to offer right now.”

“Except for Ben,” Rook said, nodding slowly and returning to his food. Kevin nodded as well.

“Except for Ben. At least until we get our own decent fleet. There’s a few nearby systems we could maybe get a military alliance going with. Assuming we get our shit together enough- nobody’s gonna want to work with a military that’ll pitch a fit if you take out an invading fleet attacking the ‘wrong’ part of the planet.”

“So,” Ben said, “I’m all we’ve got worth bothering with and that's just, not enough.”

“I mean, it’s not like anybody has to go through the government to get your help,” Gwendolyn said, fiddling with her fries with a frown still on her face. “They have a better chance contacting the Plumbers, or just you directly.”

“Meaning we literally have nothing to offer as a planet.” Ben visibly bit back a huff as he said it, drowning it in his smoothie. “We’re just going to keep having to look out for ourselves?”

“Yep.” Sighing, Gwendolyn shook her head.

“There has to be a way we can make some proper allies,” she said. “Damnit, what about the Galvans?”

“Earth is, on a galactic scale, very close to the Reesal Collective,” Rook explained. “The Galvans would not want to appear to be edging into their territory. In fact, until Attea revealed her true intentions I assumed the reason for the invasion was to secure a trade route. They do have a trade alliance?”

“Yeah,” Kevin said, “I asked Raff, back when Attea got kidnapped, and apparently the cheapest route between the two takes them right through this system.”

“Is there a way we could leverage that,” Gwendolyn asked, getting another snort in response.

“With our whole no fleet? Not a chance. We can’t even defend our own planet, babe, we can’t lay proper claim to our system.”

“We did well against the Incurseans,” Rook pointed out, but Kevin just shook his head.

“The Incurseans came in with a small part of their fleet and their military commander using the invasion as part of coup. I thought they were just testing shit out on us, it wouldn’t be the first time, but Attea was specifically looking to lose to get Milleus out of the way. Which according to Raff also isn’t a first. Besides, that was on Earth. We can’t do shit to stop them taking other planets in the system, which’ll probably be their next move this way.”

“Let me guess,” Ben said, “it’s what you would do in their shoes.” Kevin shrugged.

“It’s just sensible. Their trade route takes them between Saturn and Uranus’s orbits, so to ensure they keep it they’d want to take at least one of them. Personally, my money’s on them grabbing everything through to Jupiter and then using their claims on the planets to cut off and absorb the system’s interior.”

“Okay,” Gwendolyn said slowly, she and the others eyes wide as they gaped at him, “so if we wanted to prevent that…”

“You’d want either a fleet strong enough to keep them out of the system,” he answered, leaning back with a thoughtful expression, “an alliance with somebody with a fleet strong enough to keep them out of the system, or to form an alliance with the Incurseans themselves.”

The gaping continued.

“Excuse me but, what was that last one,” Rook asked. The Tennysons’ faces were twisted like they were in pain.

“Mutual ownership alliance,” Kevin said, still looking more into the middle distance than anywhere else, “they’re not that rare. In this case ownership of a system gets split between two powers and ownership of bodies that travel between the territories is shared. It’s more complicated to set-up and maintain, but it would at least put off a full invasion. The Incurseans would still get taxes and shit from the shared planets and be able to use their trade route, without the added hassle of having to fight Earth, and Ben specifically, for the rest of the system. Incurseans don’t normally go for it, probably wouldn’t last long past Ben’s lifetime, but it’d give Earth security until then.”

“Assuming Earth could form such an alliance in the first place,” Rook pointed out.

“Attea’s interested enough in Ben, we could probably leverage that.” Ben about fell out of his seat.

“Kev!”

“Are you suggesting,” Gwendolyn said with a glare, “marrying Ben off to Attea for the sake of an alliance with the fucking Incurseans?”

“It’d work,” Kevin said. “And with the Incurseans co-owning the outer planets in the system Earth would have less worries about invasions or being consumed while we put our own fleet together. Really, we’d only have to worry about the Incurseans themselves, and with Ben part of the Imperial family we wouldn’t have to worry about that until after he died.”

“Alright,” Ben said, hand clutched to his chest, eyes narrowed, “assuming that’s not happening. How do you suppose we get an alliance or a fleet in time to hold them off?”

“First we would need to know when we could expect another invasion,” Rook pointed out.

“Probably another thirty, forty years,” Kevin said. “Incurseans don’t live that long, so probably Attea’s great-grandkids’ll get uppity. Assuming we aren’t blatant with our fleet building, if they think they might lose out on this route they’ll pounce.”

“Okay,” Gwendolyn said, “so Earth has to figure out a fleet of our own, quietly, within thirty years. That’s not so bad. I mean the Plumbers already have ships we can reverse engineer.” Rook cringed.

“The Plumbers cannot offer assistance with this matter,” he pointed out, flinching away from her betrayed expression. “Earth has not made formal First Contact, all trade to the planet must be at level with its own tech level. Too advanced of tech too fast may destabilize your own delicate balance.”

“More like may make us harder to manipulate,” Kevin muttered into a soda, earning himself a swat.

“So how the fuck does anyone get anything done,” Gwendolyn demanded. “We aren’t even allowed to buy a ship to reverse engineer, how the fuck does anybody build a fleet?!”

“Most make First Contact,” Rook said, only for Kevin to shake his head.

“Most don’t make First Contact until they already have a fleet of their own design,” he said, “and there’s agreements in place to keep governments from bothering planets that haven’t yet.”

“That I know about,” Rook cut back in. “It was the original purpose of the Plumbers to ensure that planets Pre-Contact were protected from outside attacks and that there was no trade of goods above the planet’s tech level.”

“How the mighty have fallen.” He glared at Kevin, who merely smirked back.

“Okay, but that doesn’t help Earth,” Ben said. “I’m not sure thirty years is enough to get us on par with the Incurseans without help.”

“If the governments of the world have an ounce of sense between them,” Kevin said, “then they’ll have grabbed at least some of the Incursean wreckage before the Plumbers could and already be working on it. Might take them a while but, hopefully they can get somewhere.” A doubtful look went around the table.

“And if they don’t,” Gwendolyn asked.

“I’m hedging my bets on getting a larger Erinaen population on the planet. Their carit are animals not tech so they don’t count, and are some of the most valuable little sometimes-ships in the galaxy.”

“That is why you are not losing it over Argit’s political intentions,” Rook said, eyes going wide, “because they may attract more Erinaens, giving Earth a workable civilian fleet.” Breaking into a grin, Kevin leaned back proudly.

“Which would open us up to trade and military alliances while laying down the groundwork to keep the Incurseans at bay.” Gaping once more, the others slowly shook their heads. Gwendolyn’s dropped into her hand.

“The entire universe just comes back around to Ossys and Erinaens, doesn’t it,” she groaned.

“Nah,” Kevin said, laughing and massaging her shoulder, “you just hang out with too many of us.”

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5, 6, and 16 for the random asks?

More questions, wooo! Thanks for asking 🖤

5. favorite form of potato?

This might be the hardest question, fuck. If I'm cooking them...probably a roasted garlic mash with loads of butter and sour cream (yukons, obviously, skins on). If I'm not cooking them, fries 100%. Any kind but crinkle, fuck crinkle cut fries. Bonus points if sweet potato fries or they have cajun seasoning.

6. do you use a watch?

I used to, but then the batteries died and I just kind of stopped. I do want to start wearing them again. My partner picked up a new hobby of buying broken watches and repairing them, so I'll probably steal one of those (got my eyes on a stupid Heinz watch they fixed with a ketchup bottle for the second hand).

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

It's fine, I guess? Idk if I'd actively choose it, but if you handed me a bowl of mint chip ice cream I'd eat it lol

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The Best Restaurants in New York 2023

New York City's dining scene is a culinary adventure waiting to be explored. With a multitude of options ranging from high-end Michelin-starred establishments to beloved neighborhood gems, finding your ideal culinary experience is a delightful journey. Here's a quick guide to some of the best restaurants in New York

Le Bernardin - A seafood haven in Midtown Manhattan, where Chef Eric Ripert's masterful creations redefine fine dining. Three Michelin stars and unforgettable seafood await.

Katz's Delicatessen - The Lower East Side's timeless deli, known for its towering pastrami sandwiches and historic charm. A quintessential New York experience.

Eleven Madison Park - An opulent culinary destination, celebrated with three Michelin stars, and a seasonal tasting menu that's an ever-evolving masterpiece.

Joe's Pizza - In Greenwich Village, Joe's offers classic New York pizza – thin, crisp, and bursting with flavor. A wallet-friendly slice of heaven.

Shake Shack - A global sensation with humble roots, serving up delectable burgers, crinkle-cut fries, and creamy custard shakes. Fast food never tasted this good.

Di Fara Pizza - Brooklyn's pizza shrine where Dom DeMarco's handcrafted pies have achieved legendary status. A pilgrimage for pizza aficionados.

Best Restaurant - A culinary masterpiece from Chef Thomas Keller, located at the Time Warner Center. It offers a refined farm-to-table dining experience with three Michelin stars.

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Best Crinkle Cut French Fries Manufacturer & Supplier in India: Funwave Foods 

When it comes to crinkle cut French fries, Funwave Foods stands as the premier choice in India, recognized as a trusted manufacturer and supplier. With its commitment to quality, health, and taste, Funwave Foods has set a new standard in the frozen food industry. As the best crinkle cut French fries manufacturer and supplier in India, Funwave Foods combines premium ingredients, advanced production processes, and a customer-centric approach to offer crinkle cut fries that satisfy every craving. 

Why Choose Funwave Foods for Crinkle Cut French Fries? 

Funwave Foods brings together a blend of quality, taste, and innovation in each of its products. Here’s what makes Funwave Foods’ crinkle cut French fries the top choice: 

High-Quality Potatoes: Funwave Foods uses only the best, non-GMO potatoes, chosen for their flavor, texture, and ability to maintain a crispy exterior with a fluffy interior. 

Advanced Freezing Technology: Utilizing state-of-the-art freezing techniques, Funwave Foods ensures the fries retain their natural flavor and freshness, resulting in crinkle cut fries that are easy to prepare and taste delicious. 

Stringent Quality Control: Every batch undergoes rigorous quality checks, adhering to both national and international standards. This ensures consistency in taste, quality, and safety for every pack of crinkle cut fries. 

With Funwave Foods, consumers can enjoy crinkle cut fries that are made with the highest quality ingredients and care. 

The Perfect Choice for Health-Conscious Consumers 

Funwave Foods understands the growing demand for healthier snacks and foods. Unlike traditional fries, Funwave Foods’ crinkle cut French fries are made with health-conscious choices in mind: 

Minimal Additives: Funwave Foods’ fries contain no artificial preservatives, colors, or flavors. This keeps the product closer to nature and reduces any unwanted additives. 

Low in Saturated Fat: Funwave Foods opts for healthier fats, resulting in fries that are lower in saturated fat. 

Natural Ingredients: Each pack is made from natural, premium potatoes and a touch of seasoning, giving a delicious flavor without overloading on unhealthy ingredients. 

These health-focused practices have made Funwave Foods a preferred choice among families, restaurants, and health-conscious consumers alike. 

Advantages of Crinkle Cut French Fries 

Crinkle cut French fries are a classic choice, beloved for their unique shape and texture. The crinkle cut design not only adds visual appeal but also helps the fries cook more evenly, providing an ideal crunch with every bite. Here are some reasons crinkle cut fries from Funwave Foods are a fantastic choice: 

Enhanced Crispiness: The ridges in crinkle cut fries increase surface area, allowing them to achieve a crispier texture when cooked. 

Better Flavor Absorption: Crinkle cuts hold sauces, seasonings, and dips better than regular fries, making each bite more flavorful. 

Quick & Easy Preparation: Funwave Foods’ crinkle cut fries are frozen at peak freshness, making them easy to prepare and enjoy, whether by air frying, baking, or pan frying. 

With these benefits, Funwave Foods’ crinkle cut French fries bring both texture and taste to the table, enhancing any meal or snack. 

Funwave Foods: A Trusted Exporter in India 

Funwave Foods is not only a top manufacturer and supplier but also a reliable exporter of crinkle cut French fries in India. With a well-established global distribution network, Funwave Foods caters to international markets, providing high-quality frozen fries to consumers around the world. This dedication to quality and customer satisfaction has positioned Funwave Foods as a leading exporter of crinkle cut French fries from India. 

Conclusion 

For anyone searching for the best crinkle cut French fries in India, Funwave Foods is the ultimate choice. As the leading manufacturer, supplier, and exporter of crinkle cut French fries, Funwave Foods consistently delivers on quality, taste, and health. Made from premium potatoes, these fries are perfect for any occasion—whether you’re looking for a snack, a side dish, or a treat to share with friends and family. 

Funwave Foods combines quality ingredients, innovative production techniques, and a commitment to customer satisfaction, making it the go-to brand for crinkle cut French fries in India. Choose Funwave Foods for a delicious, reliable, and health-conscious option in frozen crinkle cut French fries!