#i adore olive pizza

[artofalassa]

Nothing Beats Pizza On A Cliff

Right? And some things are said...

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR | Part FIVE | Part SIX | Part SEVEN | Part EIGHT | Part NINE | Part TEN | Part TWELVE

[pucksandpower]

Theories of Relativity

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you don’t need TikTok theories to prove that your relationship is a dream come to life, but it doesn’t hurt when your boyfriend passes all of them with flying colors

The Olive Theory

When you love someone, you have to be willing to make sacrifices and compromises for them (even if those sacrifices are something small like pretending to hate olives just so you can give them to your olive-loving partner instead)

You sit across from Charles at the long dinner table, smiling as he animatedly recounts the race from last weekend. His hands wave through the air, punctuating his story as he describes the final lap battle with Max down to the last corner. You’re only half listening though, too distracted by how handsome he looks in his dinner jacket, his tanned skin glowing in the low light of the restaurant.

As Charles pauses to take a sip of wine, you lean in and whisper, “I wasn’t really watching the race, I only had eyes for you.”

Charles chuckles, his nose crinkling adorably. “Oh really? So you missed all the action then?"

You shrug, trailing a finger down his arm. “What can I say, I find you far more interesting than the other cars going around in circles.”

Charles opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by a mechanic sitting a little way down from you. “Oi Charles, why do you keep picking all the olives out of your salad?"

You look down, noticing the small pile of olives Charles has stacked onto the edge of his plate.

Charles glances at you, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. “Oh, um, I’m not a huge fan of olives.”

The mechanic frowns in confusion. “But I’ve seen you eat olives before. You always get them on your pizza.”

“I, uh ...” Charles stammers, clearly flustered.

Under the table, you squeeze his hand reassuringly. Charles looks at you and you give him a small nod.

“Well, the truth is,” Charles says, turning back to the mechanic. “I actually love olives. But Y/N loves them even more than I do. So I pick them out of my food to give to her.”

You smile softly at Charles, warmed by his thoughtfulness. The mechanic chuckles and shakes his head. “You two are so cute it’s almost gross.”

Charles just grins and pops an olive into your mouth. “Anything for mon amour.”

You crunch the olive happily, then lean in to give Charles a quick kiss on the lips. “People who say chivalry is dead have simply never met you.”

The conversation moves on, flowing from racing to travel and everything in between. Under the table, your fingers stay intertwined with Charles’ the whole time.

After dinner, you all head outside into the cool night air. Charles’ team members head off towards their own cars, calling out goodbyes.

You snuggle into Charles’ side as you walk towards where his Ferrari is parked. “Thank you for the olives,” you say. “But you really don’t have to deprive yourself on my account.”

Charles wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “I want to though. I like making you happy.”

You stop next to the car, turning to face him. Running a hand down his chest you say, “You know what would really make me happy right now?"

“Hmm?" Charles murmurs, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

You grin mischievously. “A stop for gelato on the way home.”

Charles laughs and opens the car door for you. “Anything for you, mon cœur.”

The Bird Test

If you say something that could be deemed insignificant and your partner responds with genuine curiosity, that’s a really good sign that your relationship will last a long time

The Brazilian sun beats down as you wander hand-in-hand with Charles along the edges of the Interlagos circuit. It’s the day before qualifying, and Charles brought you out to the track in São Paulo to share the grid walk with you.

You stroll slowly, enjoying a rare private moment together during the hectic race weekend. Charles points out details along the track — the tricky off-camber Turn 3, the sharp left-right complex at Turns 5 and 6, the long full throttle blast down the back straight.

You love seeing him so in his element here, his passion for racing evident in his voice and gestures.

As you round Turn 12, heading down the home straight, a flash of bright blue in the trees catches your eye. Gasping in excitement, you grab Charles’ arm and point.

“Look, a hyacinth macaw!”

Charles follows your gaze to the large, vividly colored parrot perched in the branches. “Wow, that’s amazing! I’ve never seen one outside of a zoo.”

You bounce on your toes, thrilled at the sighting. “Aren’t they gorgeous? That bright blue is unreal. Macaws are pretty rare around here, I can’t believe we spotted one!”

Charles smiles at your obvious delight, then turns back to observe the macaw with curiosity. “What do they eat?" He asks. “Fruit, like other parrots?"

“Yes exactly!” You reply eagerly. “Mostly palm nuts and acai berries. And they need a huge range of territory, something like 80 square kilometers.”

As you chat more facts about the brilliant bird, Charles listens attentively, asking more questions and commenting on its beauty. His genuine interest and engagement makes your heart flutter happily.

Eventually the macaw takes flight, its bright wings flashing blue against the trees as it disappears into the forest.

“Incredible,” Charles murmurs, watching it go. “What an amazing thing to see.”

He turns back to you, eyes shining. “Thank you for pointing it out, I never would have spotted it myself. I love seeing you so excited teaching me about something you’re passionate about.”

You step closer, looping your arms around his neck. “And I love that you always listen and want to know more, even if it’s not about racing.”

Charles wraps his arms around your waist, smiling tenderly. “Of course, your passions are my passions now too. I want to know everything that sparks that beautiful light in your eyes.”

The Orange Peel Theory

A partner’s willingness to perform small acts of service is indicative of a healthy relationship

Early morning sun filters into the kitchen as you sip your coffee, still wearing the oversized Ferrari shirt you slept in. Charles stands at the counter across from you, freshly showered and humming to himself as he browses his phone.

Setting your mug down, you grab an orange from the fruit bowl and start to peel it. Or at least you try. The tough rind puts up a stubborn fight, your nails scraping uselessly against it.

“Ugh, I hate peeling oranges,” you grumble after a minute. “Whose idea was it to make the peel so impossible?"

Charles glances up with a sympathetic smile. “Here, let me.”

He takes the orange from your hands and deftly digs his thumb into the top, effortlessly tearing the peel away in one long curl.

You watch in admiration as he strips the rest of the orange until it’s completely naked and ready to eat.

“Voila,” Charles presents it with a flourish. “One perfectly peeled orange for mon ange.”

“My hero,” you grin. You go to take it from him but Charles playfully keeps it out of reach.

“Ah ah, allow me,” he says. Holding your gaze, he gently pulls apart one glistening segment and brings it to your lips.

Happiness bubbles up in you at this sweet, unexpected gesture. You let Charles pop the orange slice into your mouth, savoring the bright citrus burst.

“Delicious,” you murmur. Charles smiles and leans in to kiss you softly, his thumb brushing a drop of juice from your lower lip.

One by one he continues to peel the segments and feed them to you, interspersing each with tender kisses that taste of orange and love.

You close your eyes blissfully, letting the sensual ritual relax you. Charles takes his time, not rushing. He knows this is your favorite part of the morning, stealing these private moments together before the busy day sweeps you both up.

When the last segment is gone, Charles kisses you again, deeper this time. You loop your arms around his neck, melting against him.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” you whisper when you finally separate.

Charles nuzzles your nose with his. “You may have said it once or twice. But I never get tired of hearing it.”

You lean into him contentedly. As always, his thoughtfulness and care warms you from the inside out.

Peeling an orange is such a small act but the meaning behind it speaks volumes. Charles knows your quirks and preferences, and cherishes these little opportunities to make your day brighter.

The little things that mean everything.

You’re still musing dreamily about this when Charles tips your chin up. “Where’d you go just now?” He asks with a curious smile.

You shake your head, focusing back on him. “Just thinking about us. And how perfectly you peel my oranges.”

Charles laughs. “Well I’m glad to be of service. I know how you hate getting orange string stuck under your nails.”

He kisses your fingertips one by one. “Can’t have anything marring these beautiful hands.”

You scrunch your nose at him. “Oh yes, I need to keep my hands soft and dainty in case a prince comes along to propose.”

Charles squawks in protest and tackles you against the counter, fingers digging into your sides to tickle you mercilessly. You dissolve into helpless giggles, swatting him away.

“No no, stop! I take it back!” You gasp.

Charles relents, holding you close and nuzzling into your hair. “Too late, you’re stuck with me now,” he murmurs, kissing your temple.

You snuggle into him contentedly. No fantasy prince could ever compete with the reality of Charles.

The Invisible String Theory

An invisible string connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance (the string may stretch or tangle but it will never break)

The living room is filled with laughter and happy chatter as you and Charles sit surrounded by both your families. Your wedding is only two days away, and his mother suggested gathering everyone together one night for reminiscing and quality time.

Looking through old photo albums is proving to be hilarious and heartwarming. Baby pictures, school plays, family vacations — memories preserved to embroider the story of your lives before fate brought you together.

Charles smiles wistfully as Lorenzo shows an album from their childhood. “I wish my godfather and father could have met you,” he says softly. “They would have loved you so much.”

You take his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder. His lost loved ones are always close to his heart.

Your mother passes an album to you with a smile. “Oh this one is from our trip to France when you were five! So many cute little Y/N photos.”

You roll your eyes but obligingly open the album, Charles peering over your shoulder. You flip through pictures of your younger self building sandcastles on the beach, wearing a hilariously large sun hat, beaming gappily with missing front teeth.

Charles grins down at you. “Adorable. I can’t wait for our kids to-”

He stops abruptly, staring down at the page. You follow his gaze to a photo of your family in Nice, taken in front of the Le Negresco hotel. And there in the background, almost out of frame — four familiar figures walking down the promenade.

A young Charles holds the hand of a teenage boy you immediately recognize as Jules. On Charles’ other side, his father Hervé carries a toddler Arthur.

Your breath catches sharply. The families fall silent around you. Charles’ fingers tremble slightly as they trace over the image.

“Of course we went to Nice often,” he whispers. “I had no idea ...” His voice trails off, thick with emotion.

Arthur cranes his head to see. “Is that us? With Papa and Jules?" He looks between you and Charles with wide eyes.

“Almost twenty years ago,” Lorenzo marvels. “And your paths were already crossing.”

Pascale wipes at her eyes, grasping Charles’ other hand tightly. “It was meant to be. Some invisible string tying you together even then.”

Charles’ fingers tremble as they trace over the image. For one brief, impossible moment, it feels like you’re all together — you, Charles, Jules, Hervé. Preserved in time, intersecting at the crossroads of past and future.

Though you never met in life, somehow you were all bound in that instant, tied by invisible strings of destiny. Strings that would one day guide you and Charles to each other.

It’s only a photo, yet looking at it you feel Jules and Hervé’s presence like a bittersweet embrace. As if across the years, they’re saying we know you. We love you. We’re so happy for you both.

You stare down at it, this captured moment of impossible synchronicity. A glimpse of the thread that wove itself silently through your lives until the day it finally drew you together.

Charles meets your eyes, his own shimmering with tears. Without words, you know he feels it too. The impossible link stretching back through time. Proof you were always meant to find each other.

He pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. “I believe that with all my heart, we’ve always been connected somehow.”

“Soulmates,” you whisper.

You cling to him, overwhelmed with certainty. Through accidents of time and geography, missteps and milestones, your story was always guiding you here.

Meant for each other. Destined, even then.

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: healthy eating at school

hi angels! you voted and this came first so here it is, an angels guide to eating healthily and focusing on your body and health goals at school. healthy eating at school can be tricky. you use up so much enegry and time in class and studying that meals can seem a little less important. you might end up skipping a meal or eating a meal that ends up not fitting your health goals all because you ran out of time. i have created three categories of lunches to help you find meal inspo: cold lunches, hot lunches and make the night before lunches. also a bonus snack section and some general tips! enjoy angels and feel free to comment your go to lunches/snacks.

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tips

bring a bottle of cold water with you to school, drinking water regularly helps you look and feel your best.

eat breakfast! even if you don’t get very hungry eating in the morning helps your brain and body function it’s best. try having some fruit or a smoothie if you really struggle to eat in the mornings.

try vitamins/probiotics to help you get all your nutrients and vitamins in.

buy a cute lunch box/food containers to make sure your lunches are adorable.

make a pinterest board of cute healthy lunches to be inspired by!

figure out your health goals and create meal ideas from there. for example: i want to build muscle! that means you need more protein in your diet so plan meals and snacks with lots of protein sources to fit your goal.

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a week of cold lunches:

chicken salad: mix chicken, avocado, tomato, cucumber, carrot, corn, salad leaves (lettuce, rocket etc). add mustard and lemon dressing, season well with salt and pepper and fresh dill. dessert: raspberries and blueberries served with peanut butter and greek yogurt.

tuna and avocado pita: mashed avocado and tuna, seasoned with salt and pepper, fill in pita along with rocket and pickle slices. dessert: pineapple and pomegranate fruit salad.

cold rice bowl: mix cooked salmon, rice, cucumbers, cooked broccoli and sliced carrot. sprinkle with sesame seeds and pepper and salt. garnish with a garlic mayo or homemade yogurt garlic sauce. dessert: chopped strawberries dipped in yogurt and coated in dark chocolate and coconut oil left to harden.

feta and turkey wrap: place lettuce, turkey, tomato in a wrap and sprinkle with feta, pepper and salt. dessert: sliced apple (squeeze lemon over to stop apple going brown) with peanut butter, greek yogurt and cinnamon dip.

cold pesto pasta salad: mix cooked penne pasta, homemade pesto, tomato, rocket, avocado, grated parmesan and season with salt and pepper. dessert: tangerine pieces and kiwi.

cold noodles: mix cooked noodles, shredded red cabbage and carrots, green onions, handful of crushed peanuts, chopped cucumber and cover with sesame peanut sauce. dessert: homemade blueberry banana oat muffin.

salmon bagel: add salmon, cream cheese (or cottage cheese), cucumber, rocket, lemon and pepper to a bagel. dessert: blackberries and mango.

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a week of hot lunches:

pizza toast: spread homemade tomato sauce on a piece of sourdough bread, cover with mozzarella, add your favourite toppings such as ham, mushroom, olive, pepper etc and bake until cheese melted, serve with rocket. dessert: banana bread and greek yogurt.

stuffed aubergine (or eggplant): sauté aubergine, onion, garlic, pepper, zucchini and olive, add in tomato paste and season. put in aubergine and sprinkle with cheese. bake until cheese melted. dessert: sautéed apples served warm with yogurt and granola.

chicken meatballs: homemade chicken meatballs cooked with a soy based sauce and red peppers. serve with cooked rice. dessert: strawberry oat crumble.

gyozas: heat or make some gyozas and serve with a cucumber and carrot salad with soy sauce to dip. dessert: hot matcha tea with strawberries.

soup: make your favourite soup and serve with some warm sourdough toast. dessert: watermelon slices.

quesadilla style wrap: fill a whole wheat wrap with cheese, turkey, tomatoes and avocado. cook until cheese melted and warm. dessert: green grapes, blueberries and raspberries.

grilled chicken burrito bowl: mix grilled chicken, rice, avocado, black beans, corn, tomatoes, red onions, cilantro and sour cream with cooked rice and squeeze over lime and season as preferred. dessert: rice cakes with greek yogurt strawberries and melted dark chocolate.

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snack ideas:

veggie sticks and hummus.

fruit salad.

frozen banana, peanut butter and chocolate slices.

pretzel thins and sliced cheese.

frozen grapes and lime.

salty popcorn.

yogurt parfait.

cucumber and cream cheese rice cakes.

cookie dough protein bites.

banana peanut butter rice cakes.

homemade oatmeal cookies.

smoothie.

chia pudding.

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thank you for reading! happy back to school season. remember to nourish and take care of your body - you deserve it! love, m.

[dumbpsique]

DATING OLIVER AIKU; how it feels.

|If by a miracle you won this man's heart, what kind of boyfriend would he be?

|Red stars: NSFW

☆ I disagree with those who say that Oliver is not jealous. He is absolutely very jealous, after all, he understands very well how the male mind works.

☆ lots of hugs in public, without caring if the entire press is pointing cameras at you.

☆ He wakes up early and plays on his cell phone, which means he will have lots of photos of you sleeping with your mouth open, drooling or even videos of you snoring.

☆ It absolutely makes you embarrassed. without wanting to? Don't be silly, it's a hobby.

☆ He eats while playing on his cell phone, so while you're complaining about all your problems, he's watching some tiktok at full volume.

☆ your dates are car trips where you can put your feet up, choose the music and adjust the air conditioning temperature.

☆ When he comes into contact with kids, he acts like an idiot, running after them, spinning them around, jumping, doing whatever they want. then you comment about wanting to start a family and he blanches "god, no."

☆ 100% needy when he wants something. holding onto your waist, sniffing your neck and whispering "pleeeeease" in your ear.

☆ calls you the most shameful petnames possible in public. Are you in front of a waiter? "my little parakeet." They are having lunch with his parents "cute baby, can you pass the salt?" Yes, he is ridiculous.

☆ He never knows how to give you gifts, he always buys the most expensive one.

☆ thinks you're the hottest woman in the world and loves showing off by your side. points to all the guys on the team "that's my girl"

☆ He stresses you out in fights because he doesn't respond to your insults. use sarcasm or just respond with "okok, if you think you're right"

☆ his parents adore him. Oliver is a natural extrovert and even gets along well with his grandparents. he talks about football, helps your mother in the kitchen, plays with your younger siblings and bothers your father.

☆ It cooks SO badly that it's depressing. Every romantic night ends with a burnt pan and a last-minute pizza order.

☆ squeeze your ass regardless of who you are in front of. zero embarrassment, every couple does this, right? in public or not, what changes?

☆ he says he's going to braid your hair (you always end up with knots, but you leave it because you think it's cute.

☆ 8 or 80. he will open the car door in a gentlemanly way or forget you outside and leave.

☆ the kind of guy who if you ask him to buy pads he will ask you what size your pussy is.

☆ makes jokes about having lovers, but would never trade you for anyone.

☆ double meaning jokes ALWAYS! this guy has no discernment of limits (he dies laughing at his own jokes.

☆ every event he takes you to, you end up on a couch with a glass of wine in your hand while cursing everyone there.

☆ he enjoys semi-public sex, he feels turned on by the fact that he can be caught or that he can hear you melting for him.

☆ tags you anywhere you consider hot. his fingers are marked on her waist, bites on her neck and breasts. That's why he thinks he's exceptional.

☆ "do you like this? oh you do, look at the way you're whining." damn, he's dirty.

☆ it will break your ego painfully, denying you orgasm and making you beg for it.

☆ I would ask to record. no one is made of iron, what would he do when he was horny and in another country without you? having videos made everthing easier.

☆ have rough sex and sleep spooning FR

[foldingfittedsheets]

Jesus Christ how many stores have you worked at (/nbr/gen)

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED!

First I worked at a dog kennel. I liked working with dogs but I didn’t like the crazy owner or working holidays so I jumped ship after eight months to-

Red Robin! I’d always wanted to work there as a kid. I wanted to be a server but couldn’t get a promotion she said I wasn’t personable can you believe? and switched over after two years to-

Pizza! I got a pay bump and a very unhealthy work environment for eight months before I got fired! So then I applied at the-

Sex shop! I adored the job but the pay was absolute crap so after three years I got a job selling-

Mattresses! It was ”holy shit I’m above the poverty level for the first time” money. It was also hands down the most racist/sexist/homophobic place I ever worked. But ultimately I left to move to Arizona with my at the time long distance girlfriend and I sold-

Oil and vinegar! It was artisanal olive oil and vinegar that we bottled for them which was kinda neat but the pay was crap so I tried to get a job at-

Sleep Number! But the manager used the word “opportunity” fifty times in one day and I couldn’t stand it so I left to go back to oil after a week. Then my girlfriend dumped me and I moved back home to-

More mattresses! Again great money, awful culture. I did that for two years before my company got sold and the good pay went away so then I-

Sold jewelry! This was hands down the best company culture I’ve ever experienced, which made up for the medium pay. A coworker literally told me she thought it was a cult based on how gruntled we all were. But I realized sales was kinda killing me (along with an undiagnosed viral infection) and I went to-

School! If it hadn’t been for covid I couldn’t actually have done this part but because classes were virtual I was able to keep up despite my illness thanks to extremely careful time management. Now that I’m graduated I’m-

Unemployed! I’m applying at my old standby, mattresses, while keeping an eye out for rigging positions in the gaming field.

[turtleblogatlast]

I like to think that while the boys may have specific likes and dislikes for their pizzas and all generally adore the perfection that is the standard pepperoni, they have a soft spot for like. A completely random type of pizza.

All for the sole reason that it’s the first one Splinter managed to get for them growing up, so they remember curling up on their dad’s lap and watching Lou Jitsu on the terrible projector, all while eating pizza with like, onions and black olives or chicken and barbecue or even plain with no extra toppings, immediately enamored by the cheesy and sauce-y goodness.

[untoldstar]

yandere! pervert neighbor x fem reader

TW: yandere themes, nsfw themes, stalking, obsessive behavior.

hey everyone! kinda an intro to a new oc that I’m not completely sure I’ll write about, even though I’m writing about him I still feel repulsed by the concept but if I do write about him again his name is oliver! which is a name that popped up into my head while writing this and I was like “yep that works!” which summarizes my process of choosing oc names.

He had heard that there was new neighbor moving in soon but he didn’t care much for it, nor did he want that to happen, to him neighbors can be a nuisance sometimes but he mostly prefers to keep to himself, he was walking past his living room window and that’s when he caught a glimpse of you carrying boxes inside the house, he hasn’t even realized his movements stopping and him standing at the window watching you for several minutes.

He didn’t know why but he found himself opening his door and walking towards your house which was right in front of his, convenient, he offered you help with carrying all the boxes but he really just wanted to get closer, he didn’t know why he just wanted to be near you, you were beautiful and so pretty, nice too! unlike all the crappy neighbors that moved in before.

He was so engaged in every word you said, he didn’t want it to end, he offered his help with unpacking but you declined saying his help with carrying the boxes was more than enough, you really were an angel~ He insisted but in the end, the rational part of his brain dragged him back to his house.

His day carried on as usual but with him glancing at your window every few seconds and brainstorming excuses to see you, was there anything he had to warn you about the neighborhood? maybe the house structure? should he go traditional and bring you a pie or something? he wanted to see you again so bad.

The sky had darkened and he made his way to your door knocking, he ordered pizza that turned out to be too much for him silly him! he invited you over to hang out feeling giddy when you agree which he would never admit to out loud.

The atmosphere light and comfortable, you both spent the night talking and now you were in the middle of telling a story without noticing he had already zoned out completely, as much as he adores your voice and every single thing you say but with you both sitting so close on the couch and you looking so beautiful he can’t help but have his mind wander to him trailing his hand up your thighs, leaning close and capturing your lips between his, pulling you even closer, kisses becoming more heated and before you know it he’s above you with his tongue swirling with yours, groaning as he grinds his cock against you, his hand slowly trailing down into your pants to feel just how wet you are for him-

He blinks and breathes in a sharp inhale when he hears you curse out, jesus he had to calm down, it was getting late and you had to go home, as much as he loves spending time with you he desperately had to make you leave before you notice his cock getting hard.

Once you leave he cleans up and heads upstairs, when he’s done with his night routine and gets under the bed covers, a light switching on from your bedroom catches his attention, sitting up he realizes he almost has a perfect view of your bedroom window from here! he smiles softly when you come in to his view, no longer pushing away the feeling rising up in his chest. His eyes widen when you your hands grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, you only had a lamp on so you weren’t exposed to the entire street but he definitely could see you with how close your houses were. You moved down to take off your pants and underwear then bent down to pick up the shirt you left in the ground, fuck, were you doing this on purpose? you must be, you must know that he can see you right now, that he’s watching your every move his eyes not letting a single inch of your body escape his gaze, you must know that he won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight from the image you’ve engraved into his mind, he could see himself being in your room right now sitting in the bed with you on top of him, bouncing on his cock as he groped every inch of you-

This was so wrong, he knew that he knew how wrong it was for him to sit there and watch you in your most vulnerable state but he can’t take his eyes off of you no matter what your doing, he feels hypnotized. He sat and watched you until your lights finally went out, he’s your neighbor after all and neighbors look after eachother right?

part 2

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Waffles for breakfast

Pairing/AU: Joel Miller x afab!reader, no outbreak so flour is safe in this one lol

Words counts: 1141

Rating: +16? (just a little tiny smut 👀)

Tags: pov second person, no use of y/n, reader is described having breasts and vagina, no other description is given, established relationship, a huge amount of fluff, mutual masturbation, unprotected p in v (do better irl!), joel cooks (i feel like this needs its own tag 😂)

A/N: another thing I wrote a year ago, revised and corrected. I hope there are no mistakes but if there are please, forgive me.

Enjoy the Sunday fluff my lovely friends, hope you’ll like it and you’ll have a really nice day♥️

Tagging: @baronessvonglitter , @aurorawritestoescape, @milla-frenchy and @bean-is-reading just to say thanks for your encouragement, kindness and support, you all are great and deserve the world 😭♥️

Thanks to anyone who reads this!

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

“Joel”

“What”

“Leave it alone, there's no need for you to do it”

“I’m doing great!”

“Okay”

You are observing a batter that is too liquid and full of lumps.

Joel got into his head to prepare breakfast this morning, perhaps because last night you ironically commented on his total inability to cook something vaguely edible.

“Let me finish, you'll see you'll like them”

He got into his head to make you waffles.

Him.

The one who burns everything he tries to cook, the one who holds a neat pile of takeaway flyers near the phone.

His idea of fine cuisine is fried chicken wings or pepperoni pizza with olives.  

You tried to make him forget that he promised you, you tried very hard.

This morning you woke up first, slipped over to his side of the bed and hugged him, clinging to his back and encircling his waist with one arm.

You intertwined your legs with his to get as close as possible and slid your hand under his shirt caressing his tummy, leaving little kisses on his wide back through the shirt. 

Your hand made its way into his boxers to reach his sex and you gently stroked it until you felt it get hard.

He made a grunt as he woke up and put his big hand on yours, continuing to massage. 

You surrounded the base with your fingers, slowly going up to the tip, stroking his cock.

Slowly.

He made a deep, hoarse moan. 

He turned to look at you and held you close, lowered a hand on your sex and massaged you in turn.

You took back his shaft in your hand and you both continued like this, caressing each other, looking at each other smiling, until everything became too hot and blurry.

You undressed in an instant, throwing everything on the floor.

You rode him the way he likes it, your hands resting on his broad chest while he held you firmly by your hips. He always says he loves seeing you like this and he loves your tits bounce before his eyes.

You lay on him exhausted, totally satisfied, he hugged you tightly.

“God baby, you're amazing”

He kept you like this for what seemed like an endless time and anyway you wish it never ended.

He kissed your forehead and nose and whispered “well, good morning I guess”.

You giggled then kissed that little patch in his beard that you adore “Good morning, Joel”.

You thought he'd forget by then and never get up.

Joel, however, is a man who keeps his promises.

He is a stubborn man, above all, when he gets something in his head, nothing stops him. Whether it's small or big doesn't matter.

And he would do anything when he cares about a person.

He got up and you saw him disappear in the bathroom.

 You wanted to follow to continue distracting him but you knew that it would be useless anyway so you decided to enjoy the warmth of the bed for a while longer, wrapped in his scent on the sheets and pillow.

You heard the shower water flowing and after a few minutes he came out with a towel around his waist, a few drops of water still on his skin, chest, shoulders, wet hair pulled back.

A breathtaking view.

You would have liked to drag him back to bed but he headed to the closet, pulled out a clean t-shirt, boxer briefs and a pair of sweatpants.

He got dressed and said, “stay in bed, babe, I'll make you breakfast” with a smile so sweet and enthusiastic that it melted your heart.

 You didn't have the courage to say no to him, and now you're here, watching him energetically turn a spoon into the bowl and try to remove the lumps from a too liquid blob. You wonder how he was able to make it liquid but at the same time lumpy.

You smile, looking at how he's trying.

“Joel, please. There are frozen pancakes in the freezer.”

“Absolutely not, it's Sunday, I won't let you eat frozen stuff”

And you laugh thinking that he would like to give you that thing that he is furiously stirring instead.

It looks like glue.

You stop protesting, because you see how tenderly he looks at you, you see how convinced he is as he pulls out the waffle iron and lets it warm up.

In the meantime, the batter has thickened a bit but it remains full of lumps.

You offer to set the table, but he doesn't want you to do that either.

“Today you have to relax, I'll take care of you”

You stay on your stool, with your elbows leaning against the island counter looking at him and remaining silent, enjoying the sight of his arms delightfully embraced by his t-shirt.

He puts two placemats on the counter, two plates, cutlery and glasses. 

He takes the orange juice out of the fridge.

Pour a little batter on the iron, close and wait with a satisfied smile.

What he puts on your plate it’s the ugliest waffle you've ever seen but you don't have the heart to tell him.

Not when he seems so proud and convinced of his work.

After all, what does it cost you to taste?

You hope you won't need to call 911.

You chew slowly, tasting a strange flavor, but you don't say anything.

He looks at you in expectation.

“So, how is it?”

“Good” you try to say, but you don't know how to swallow the bite.

It's weird, gummy, incredibly salty.

You keep chewing while he takes a bite too.

He chews for a few seconds and then roll his eyes and bend over the sink spitting.

“My God it’s horrible! Don't eat it!”

At his surrender, you can no longer resist and you also spit in the sink and then turn on the garbage disposal hoping that that horrible thing will disappear forever.

 You laugh, you laugh so much that tears come to your eyes while he looks so sorry.

“I think I put salt instead of sugar in it” he murmurs.

You keep laughing, as you approach to hug him “how much did you put in, a whole jar?”

“Fuck” he rolls his eyes, looking frustrated.

“Babe, it doesn't matter, really”

You squeeze him as much as you can, he put his chin on your shoulder “I’m sorry, I wanted to do something nice”

“Don't worry, you tried” you stroke the back of his neck trying to comfort him “I appreciate it anyway”

His strong arms surround your waist and you wouldn't want to change him with anything in the world.

You look him in the eyes “I love you”

“Damn I guess that's true, considering the crap I just made”

And he laughs too, finally relaxed.

“I love you too”

And he kisses you.

After all, breakfast is not that important.

[satrs]

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩é! // PART 1 Part 2

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑é 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎m!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; 𝙸𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚁𝚒𝚗. 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚞. 𝚁𝚎𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚈𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒.

Tags; !NSFW CONTENT MDNI! cringey porn tropes. Dirty talk. STEPCEST. Blowjob. Fingering. unprotected sex. porn without plot. age gap(Isagi). Outdoor sex. Slut calling (like once)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.1k

 ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!

ITOSHI RIN + HELP, I’M STUCK!

“Rinnie!”, your cry for help didn’t get unnoticed by the young man, running to where he seemed to have located your voice, ready to help you in need.

When he heard you call him, he thought that you maybe slipped and fell or couldn’t reach for something in the top shelve — but not this.

He was confronted with your head in the washing machine, ass up in the air, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to free yourself out of this situation.

The tight hot pants you wore, rising up with every wiggle of your hips, revealing more of your flesh with every second passing.

„Rinnieeee! Please do something! I can’t get out!“ , your whine sounded straight up pornographic, causing your step-brother to take in a deep breath.

„Stop whining. I’ll think of something alright?“, he calmed you, wiggling coming to an end, helping the young man calm his already throbbing dick.

But when he stepped towards you, he noticed that you didn’t have any panties on. Fuck.

Cursing under his breath, he began to free himself from his pants, causing you to shift at the sound of clothes falling.

“What are you doing, step bro?”, you questioned, excitement rushing through every cell of your being.

„This is all your fault. Walking around with those slutty pants.“ Rin’s hand came in contact with your ass, causing you to yelp at the impact of his palm. „And not even panties on? Tch. What a slut“

He pulled down your flimsy pants in one swift motion, fingers sliding through your wet folds and into your hole, earning an eager moan from you.

Positioning his throbbing cock at your aching hole, he let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of your tight heat swallowing him whole.

„You’re so dirty, step sis. Soaking wet, and I didn’t even do anything yet. If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked nicely.“

OLIVER AIKU + DID SOMEONE ORDER PIZZA?

You rushed to the door at the sound of the bell ringing, peeping through the door to see who it might be.

As you saw an all too familiar logo, you happily opened your door, revealing a tall and handsome man in working uniform, holding your delivery in both of his hands.

“Here is your pizza, madam.” The man looked awfully handsome, almost causing you to drool on the spot.

Stopping yourself, you went on to quickly grab your purse and pay for your delivery.

As you were about to hand the man money, you realized.

„Shit! I don’t get enough to pay for it!“, you were feeling embarrassed as the man flashed you a nervous smile.

Then, an idea came to your head. “Uhmm… how about you come in, and I pay you differently?”, she offered, biting her lip in a seducing manner.

“I wouldn’t mind, madam.” the man stated, stepping into your home.

“Shittt“, the man groans, head falling onto the headrest of your couch.

You smiled to yourself at his groans of pleasure, moving your wet muscle from his base all the way up to the tip, swirling your tongue around it, smirk adoring your face.

He sensually bit his lip, placing his hand on top of your head, urging you to take him deeper, letting out a shaky breath as he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat.

„This delivery will be on the house.“

REO MIKAGE + CAN YOU HELP ME, DOC’?

“Doc’, it hurts”, you whined, causing the young doctor to hurry over to you in worry.

„Where does it hurt, miss?“, he questioned, trying to help you and remove the pain your suffering from.

He really wants his sweet patient to feel alright, afterall.

„H-here…“, you softly implied, hand traveling down your stomach, your legs spread on the examination table, fingers stopping right over your closed heat, innocently looking up to him through your lashes.

Reo realised your intentions, smirk playing on his face as he replaced your hand with his, hand slowly creeping it's way into your pants, shoving your panties to the side.

„Right here?“ His voice was laced in lust as he earned a soft sigh and nod from you at the action, deciding to take it up a notch and play with your aching clit.

„Does it feel better?“ he questioned, face closely to yours, eyes hanging low in pleasure.

„N-no, inside…“, you answered, hand flying down to his as he entered your wet pussy with two of his fingers.

You moaned out loudly, thighs clenching around his hand because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you with only his fingers.

„Better?“, questioned, speed of his fingers increasing, curling them so he can hit that one spot that made you unravel underneath him repeatedly.

Your nod didn’t satisfy him, causing him too crinkle his eyes in disbelief.

„I don’t think so. How about we try it with something longer, hmm?“

ISAGI YOICHI + OH, POOLBOY!

„Yoichiii! Yo-ho!“, the young Male turned around from trying to clean the pool, getting meet with you, beeming a big smile into his directon, waving at him.

His eyes couldn’t help but wander down to your tits, bikini almost a bit to revealing, the fat of your tits spilling out on the side, almost flashing him.

„Come over and give a lonely woman some company, would you, honey?“, you called out to him, smirk creeping it’s way onto your face as you noticed him walking up to you.

It was an extremely hot day, leaving everyone in the area sweating and huffing, Isagi was no exception. His white shirt clinging tightly onto him, his firm abs being visible through it. He took the end of his shirt, whipping off the sweat on his face with it.

You almost drooled at the action, your shameless gawking at his exposed V-line not going unnoticed by him.

„My husband isn’t home, you know“, you mentioned while taking a sip of your lemonade, sensually sucking on the straw attached to it.

This is what caused you to be in this condition, legs folded in half while Isagi drilled into you, hips smacking against your ass with every roll of his hips.

„Bet your husband can’t fuck you as good as I do“, he grunted, pace of his hips never stopping.

He was right. You've never experienced such overwhelming pleasure. His cock hit every spot inside of your hot heat.

„Isn’t that right, madam?“, Isagi snapped you out of your thoughts by taking your chin into his hand, holding it close to his face, hot breath tickling your nose.

„Y-yes Yoichi! So good!“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇ��ˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎

[itwoodbeprefect]

today i tried to put a frozen pizza in the oven. it took me twenty minutes because i got waylaid by the box, which had instructions on it in eight different languages, in combination with my brain, which goes ooooooooooh at this under the right wrong circumstances. all of the "preparation" headers were in all caps (TILBEREDNING, PRÉPARATION, BEREIDINGSWIJZE) except the german one (Zubereitung), presumably because they wanted to prove they were correctly capitalizing their nouns? it's adorable. also: none of these eight languages is english, but the box does have phrases like "no flavor enhancers" and "stone baked" on it in english only, which says something, even if it's something every non-english speaker is already intimately aware of. my german is theoretically near native which makes it very goofy that i would absolutely not have known that the germans say "nativ" instead of some variety of "virgin" when describing olive oil. should we take this as a sign that not only does german olive oil not fuck (same as all the other olive oils), but the germans don't even consider they might want to? or does this mean german olive oil is unusually sexually experienced? as so often, the belgians win another "who has their flag printed on this product the most" competition. no one else in this part of the world can keep up with their french-dutch chaos swag, and they didn't even bother putting the belgian flag with the german and austrian ones in this case. as a contrast to the germans: the first two words of the spanish description of what's in this box are "pizza horneada", so, you know. the spanish aceite de oliva may be virgen extra, but the pizza is horny! my sincerest apologies to any spanish speakers. i know that's not what it means, you deserve better. (what happens if you put german olive oil in spanish pizza? do we even dare contemplate the outcomes?) anyway. karma acts swiftly, because do you want to guess what happened to me after all this? after studying this box in absolutely unprecedented detail? yeah. i had to fish it out of the trash to check what temperature to set my oven to.

[garbinge]

You, Me, and Italy

Michael Berzatto x F!Reader From these August Prompts:  Italy Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: All my fics are 18+, angsty, mentions of suicide, death, grief, loss, broken heart, drug use, addiction, being high, someone close to ODing, uncomfortable, sad, mentions of sexual situations, it's based on canon mentions of suicide and death and grieving, but a little more in depth. So just be weary of any triggers one might have in reference to these things.

A/N: This is not apart of my Richie Jerimovich multichap. This is heavy. I try and steer clear of fics like this because of my own triggers and trauma around drug abuse and addiction but this just was an idea sitting in my head probably because of all that trauma. The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas

The kitchen was always your favorite place to be when you couldn’t sleep. Something about the ability to hear every single noise in a space where usually you’d be lucky to hear the person next to you speak at a normal tone. 

You had come in through the back, placed your stuff down in the locker that had your name written on a green piece of tape, your insanely patterned bandana was snug around your head just above your forehead, something you always wore when cooking. Now, the sounds of the water running as you washed her hands filled your ears and was followed by the clunks of pulling the knives out, the blade tinging as you set it free from its case. Now slicing, the quick quippy sounds of the thin slices of all the items you needed to prep. Basil, onions, garlic, fig, and parmesan cheese. All the ingredients you picked up from the grocery story that was still open this late. The chopping and the sizzling filled your ears in a similar way that music would fill someone else’s. It kept you grounded, kept you calm, kept you in the moment. 

“Late night snack?” A voice interrupted that tranquility but surprisingly, there was no reaction from your side. You kept steady as your hand tossed the garlic and basil in the olive oil, other hand equipped with a spoon ready to add in the parmesan ricotta mixture. 

“You’re lucky I don’t scare easily.” Your voice was steady as you focused on the pan in front of you. 

Mikey looked down and laughed before he made his way from the office over to his best chef and best friend. He leaned against the prep area, hands crossed as you had your back to him. 

“You should toast the breadcrumbs.” Mikey said as he took in what you were doing. 

Immediately, your head turned to look over your shoulder and shot the man a look. “I’m a one-woman show here, Mikey. I’m getting to it.” 

“You know, I can help you out.” He had crossed his leg over the other now as he waited for a response. “Only if you want to.” His arms were now uncrossed as he raised them in a surrender.

Your head tilted, the only invitation he needed to start helping out. 

“I’m making arancini, fig and garlic arancini.” You specified. 

“Rice balls. You’re making rice balls.” Mikey teased. “What inspired the fig?” He asked as he toasted the bread crumbs at the stove next to you. 

“Remember when we went to that bar the other night?” You looked up at him, despite being a few feet down from you, he still towered over you in height. “While you and Richie were off doing God knows what, I ordered shit from the bar. They had this fig, arugula, and goat cheese pizza.”

“Jesus Christ, what fuckin’ bar were we at?” Mikey laughed at the fanciness of how it all sounded. 

“That place, Porta. I’d say it was more hipster than fancy.” 

“God, I don’t even remember.” Mikey laughed before placing his attention back on you and continuing the conversation. “So the pizza was good?” 

“It was, and I just kept thinking what would go well with fig and landed at a rice ball.” 

“Arancini.” Mikey corrected you with the biggest grin growing on his face. 

A laugh left your mouth as you took the sauce off the heat, wanting it to cool down slightly before pouring it into the egg mixture that was already placed in the fridge. 

The silence fell over the both of you and you both continued to move around the kitchen. Mikey stood with the bowl of rice in his hands, resting it on the prep counter as you stood over and poured in the egg mixture. Mikey was whisking it around rapidly, that way the eggs didn’t scramble. The smell coming from the bowl was filled with savory scents of garlic and sweet touches of fig reduction. 

“You good, buddy?” Mikey was looking at you as he stirred everything around. It wasn’t so much in reference to your current state, which was focused as you concentrated on pouring the egg mixture in, but more in reference to why you were here late. 

Buddy. Such a Mikey term. The two of you knew each other for years, meeting when you were smoking in the back of the restaurant you used to work out. To put it in simple terms, he poached you. He had just grabbed a bite at said restaurant, with his brother Carmy, a detail you found out later since Mikey came alone to the alley in the back where you had been taking a break. He asked if you had made the slow braised beef and proceeded to tell you about his restaurant. You never walked back into that restaurant again and started at The Beef the next day. 

As time passed, things got close with Mikey. The two of you just fed off each other, you vibed effortlessly and one day that led to more. You spent a majority of the night locked in the office making a bed out of the table, the floor, the bookshelf, anything that had an inch of a flat surface, Mikey took you. That however, never amounted to more. It was always just sex. There was no label on what the two of you had, no real dates, no holding hands, just stolen moments around the restaurant, late nights in the kitchen, nights out at bars, and overnights spent at each others places. But that never made anything awkward because despite their being no label, everyone knew there was something between you two. It was impossible to miss. The way you two got along, the way you spent every waking moment together, whether you were at the restaurant or not. But what the real dead giveaway was, you two moved in the kitchen like you had perfected a choreographed dance, every, single, time. There was never any missteps, any arguing, no bumping into each other, you just glided by each other, calling out kitchen terms and directions. It was a sight to be seen, everyone thought so. Including the family. Sugar and Carmy were impressed when you came by for the first time maybe a month into starting at The Beef. Richie had already seen how the two of you worked together but both Berzatto siblings were shocked by it. 

“Hey, you good?” Mikey repeated himself and bent down a little to look into your eyes. 

“Yea, sorry.” You shook your head from your thoughts. 

“I don’t buy it.” Mikey pressed you again for more information. “What’s with late night rice balls?” 

“You ever feel stuck?” There was no point in trying to hide what you were feeling from Mikey. 

“Uh, just every day of my life.” You let out a breath through your nose in a sort of chuckle. “I just, wish I could get out of here.” The frustration was littered in your voice. 

“Where would you go?” He set the bowl down now that everything was stirred, and he turned to face you. 

“Anywhere.” You turned too so you were facing him. 

“So let’s go.” His voice raised, like what he said and meant didn’t need planning, didn’t need money, he spoke it outloud like it was the easiest thing to achieve. 

“Yea, where?” You were about to start naming off places around here in Chicago as a joke but he was quick to answer you. 

“Italy.” 

You frowned but a smile was growing on your face. “Italy?” You questioned. 

“Yea, let’s go to Italy, we’ll eat all the rice balls in the fuckin’ country, we’ll learn how to make ‘em like a true Italian. We’ll eat our way around Rome, Sicily, Naples, it’ll be great, just me and you and Italy.” He was so energetic in how he spoke, his hands were in the air, his voice was echoing off the kitchen walls. 

“You, me, and Italy?” You questioned him as your head nodded in agreement. 

“You, me, and Italy.” Mikey nodded with the biggest smile on his face. 

____

Time might’ve passed and a lot of things might’ve changed, but sometimes stayed exactly the same. You were pushing through the back door of The Beef, bag and kitchen tools in hand as the clock ticked past 1AM. 

“Mikey?” You called out, expecting to see him appear in the kitchen. You called out again and heard nothing. It was odd, but also maybe not. He had been distant lately, you picked up on that when most nights he didn’t come back to your place. You knew things had been tough for him, he was having money issues and as a result moved back in with his mother, he was stressed. Every time you did get the chance to see him, he wasn’t fully there, sometimes you’d taste alcohol on his breath, others you could tell his mind was caught in a thought or 20. 

Moving to the lockers, you saw the door open just slightly and the lamp on illuminating a ton of paperwork. You saw his hand resting on the table and slowly peaked in. 

Now, you had your suspicions, they were probably more than suspicions, you knew. You knew Mikey was hooked on something. But you didn’t want to accept it. But there it was, slapping you right in the face. It had been functional, he had been functional, which is what made it easy for you to question, for you to say nothing. After tonight, you’d regret it, you’d regret staying silent, not giving in to your suspicions, voicing them out loud. 

You took in the sight of him, he was so out of it, you could see his glazed over eyes even from the distance you were at. The giveaway as if everything else wasn’t so obvious was the pills scattered all over the paperwork in front of him. 

“Mikey.” The urgency hit you just as much as the the scene of him. You were next to him in seconds, shaking him awake. 

The smile that filled his face as he stared at you, the smile that warmed your heart, the smile that melted you, the smile of your best fucking friend was breaking you. 

“What–what’re you doin’ here?” 

“How much did you take, Mikey?” You moved forward to the table to search for a bottle, a pill count, see how many were on the table, but Mikey’s hands began to grab your arms. 

“No, no, no, no, no. Stop, you’re ruining the fun.” Mikey complained, his voice was slurred. 

You pulled back immediately, uncomfortable and unsure what to do. Your heart was beating fast and before your tears could even start falling, Mikey started yelling. “You’re ruining the fun!!” It was a repetition of what he had said before and all it did was secure your feet frozen to the ground. “That’s all anyone ever does anymore. Ruin the fucking fun.” He spun in the swivel chair like a child and when it stopped spinning he looked at the bookshelf and began speaking again, but this time more at a whisper. 

“Even my own fuckin girl. I can’t have anything.”  

You snuck out the door, searching for your phone in your pocket. The irony that in your hastiness, you spent more time looking for it than if you searched for it with purpose and patience. 

As you picked your phone up to your ear, your hand was shaking. “C’mon, pick up, pick up.” You mumbled, taking your other hand to pick at your lip. 

“It’s 1 in the fuckin’ morning, I’m neck deep in shit diapers, if this is you and Mikey asking me to go out, I’m blocking your number for eternity.” Richie seemed stressed in a completely different way. 

“Richie, it’s Mikey, he uh, I don’t know, there’s pills, he’s awake–sort of?, he’s angry, I don’t know how much he took but he, he uh, I just need help, I need you down here, can you get down here, please?” The shakiness in your voice was the dam holding back your tears. 

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Keep him up.” 

With that Richie hung up and you were moving back into the office, you squatted down and turned the chair so he was facing you. “Mikey, babe?” You tried to keep your voice soft. His red, glossy eyes met yours as he plopped his head down to look at you. 

“My girl.” A little bit of hope filled his face, he reached his hand up to cup your face. The impulse to pull away was strong but you stayed there, you stayed there with him and let him speak to you. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that? So pretty. And you’re so talented, you can throw down, you know that? Best fuckin slow braised beef I’ve ever fuckin’ had.” 

The amount of compliments he was giving you, it should’ve had you elated, floating, with butterflies but instead it was making you sick–uneasy. And you just had to sit there and let him say it, over and over again. You were counting in your head, hoping that once you got to the 10th 60th second count, that Richie would be here. 

“Hey hey hey, you listening to me?” Mikey moved slightly to look at you, even in his fogged state he could tell your mind was elsewhere. 

“Mhm.” You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared into his eyes. 

“You, me, and Italy, baby. You, me, and Italy.” The second time he said it, it was in a whisper like he was desperate for it to be true. Like if he said it low enough the world would grant him the wish. That’s when you really saw him, saw what was happening in his brain. Alongside that hopeful look was one of peace and happiness. The absolute gut wrenching emotion you felt in your heart when you realized it. How being high set Mikey free, set him free from his demons, in some weird twisted way this was the closest you’ve seen Mikey to his usual self. 

Before your heart could break anymore, you heard Richie’s voice behind you and he was slipping into your spot and picking Mikey up.

______

“You know I remember this one time, we went over to Mikey’s place, the one on Courtyard, me, Carm, and Richie, and it was Sunday, Braciole night. We walk in, Mikey’s got the game playing so loud in the background, we start prepping, cooking. I remember he told me not to put raisins in the braciole even though that’s how mom did it. And he just, he had this smile on for those first 30 minutes, like he had something planned, like he was in on the joke. But the thing is none of us knew what the joke was. And then, the door opened, we were all confused at who it was and then, this woman appeared. Mikey introduced her to us, he was so happy, and we were like shocked, cause Mikey, our big brother, the player, brought this girl over to our fucked up family Sunday night dinner. She didn’t care that the TV was loud, that we were even louder, that Mikey and Richie would tell the most insane stories, over and over again, and in fact, she moved around the kitchen like, well, like she’d known us all our whole lives. I don’t know if I ever saw Mikey so happy.” Sugar was sitting in bed, her phone on speaker while you sat silent on the other line. 

“You at the restaurant?” Sugar cleared her throat. 

“Standing right outside it.” You spoke up, trying to hide your tears from the story Sugar just told. 

“I’ll be there soon.” There was rustling on the other side of the phone, like she had started to get up and get ready. 

“Sugar?” You questioned, worried she was about to hang up. 

“Hm?” She hummed. 

“Thank you.” It was two words but sometimes you needed to hear it. How much Mikey loved you, he didn’t tell you often, but you felt it, you saw it. But now, that he was gone, that all that was left of Mikey for you was the things he left at your place, the memories you shared, you took the antidotes Sugar occasionally told you and kept them someplace special. 

“I’ll see you in the chaos.” Sugar replied back to you in which you did the same. 

For a few seconds after the phone call, you stood there, staring at the gutted restaurant, staring at the mayhem happening behind the glass, which was normal for the restaurant, whether it was in business or not. But right now, standing outside, in the peace of the quiet reminded you of those late nights in the kitchen, and you were destined to hold onto that peace for just a few more minutes. 

Eventually, you joined the chaos. Greeting everyone as you made your way through the renovation. Finding yourself getting swept up into something in the immediate first seconds you entered the front door. After an hour or so, when you wrapped up your job in the front, you made your way to the kitchen.  

“What’re you doing?” You placed your stuff down in the office as you walked past Richie, Fak, and Marcus who were gathered around someone’s phone watching a video, arguing back and forth. Natalie stood up from the chair in the office and placed a hand on your shoulder in a half greeting and walked over to the arguing men. Your eyes lingered on the office table and chair a little longer than normal, letting the memories flood into your brain for a short few seconds before you turned to put your attention back on everyone. 

“Scraping and painting and fighting over moving the lockers.” Marcus spoke up. 

You turned around and stepped out of the office, staring at them trying to attempt to move the lockers. Carmy had appeared now, yelling at them to keep it down and when the mention of Mikey’s locker still being locked was announced, that’s when everyone silences. 

“Just fuckin’ open it.” Carmy spoke up. 

A hat. June 5th, 2010. Taste of Chicago. The booth. 

You smiled at that. You weren’t there for the booth, but you heard all about it. From the family, but from Mikey, it was one of the many stories he’d tell you over and over and honestly, you’d do anything to hear him tell it 200 more times. 

Carmy handed the hat to Richie, and as he turned around his eyes fell on your. 

“Yo, uh, I got something for you.” He said and walked right past you into the office, searching for something. As everyone went back to working, you turned and took a few steps towards Carmy as he moved the papers around looking for something. 

“So, uh, we’re sending Ebra and Tina to culinary school, for them to stay sharp, learn some new shit, and uh, I–we, Syd and I figured you didn’t want or honestly really need that, so uh–here!” He proclaimed the last word louder than the rest as he found the envelope with your name written on it and handed it to you. 

You looked down at it for a second and then back at Carmy, you two didn’t talk much in general, but you definitely didn’t talk much about him. 

“You and Syd…” You started to say as you mindlessly tapped the envelope against your skin. “You uh,” You wanted to say that the two of them reminded you a lot of you and Mikey, the effortlessness in the kitchen, the way their ideas just bounced off each others and how they brought this new sense of life to each other. But it was that last thought that weighed heavy on you. There was a point that Mikey brought a new sense of life to you and you did the same to him but unfortunately that emotion, that feeling, had changed at some point, at no ones fault but it didn’t stop you from not cherishing it more. “Just, don’t take it for granted.” 

“Yea, yea.” Carmy nodded, getting where you were coming from but also not really wanting to get into it and you were okay with that because you didn’t want to get into it either. 

Carmy’s eyes moved down to the envelope and back to you. Taking the hint you nodded. “Right.” You said quickly and began to rip the envelope open. As your hand reached in and pulled out the papers in the envelope, you saw the word United and then followed by a seat and time and that’s when you saw the airports. 

ORD – NAP

Naples International Airport. 

“Carmy.” You looked up, eyes shocked. 

“It’s what Mikey would’ve wanted.” Carmy nodded and walked by you, taking his hand to rest on your shoulder and then tap it as he exited the office. 

You stared down at the tickets, trying to take in everything. 

“You, me, and Italy, Mikey.”  

[kryptonitejelly]

HONEYMOON FLY!BOY JAKE!!!!

it is honeymoon flyboy!jake

ugh to be walking around the streets of Italy with him 😭 in summer. it’ll be so warm that all you living in are thin sundresses, that have jake constantly touching some part of you - because you look equal parts sinful and equal parts like an absolute dream. he’ll have his arm wrapped around yours constantly, or around you, or shamelessly throwing a squeeze to your ass - because Italian man be damned, Jake was happy for them to look, but touching or approaching absolutely off limits.

you wanting all the gelato in the world, but deciding half a cup in that it’s too cold for your teeth and palming the cup off to your husband who chuckles because he knows this is going to happen and just accepts it.

nights with jake sitting on some sort of terrace or on a cosy restaurant at the edge of cobblestoned streets, sipping on ice cold prosecco and splitting the most satisfying plate of pasta, or a pizza between you both. topped off with an assortment of antipasti, cold cuts, sun dried tomatos, olives.

jake will be in a tshirt, shorts and sneakers in the day - always with the shades and cap, and you absolutely find yourself adoring it because he looks good in his flight suit and uniform (basically everything or nothing) but something about him so dressed down makes you 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 because this is jake, just your jake - at easy, himself, and those tight tshirts well, you aren’t complaining.

or evenings when he is in a linen shirt of sorts, one too many buttons open - not something you can hate either.

or, or, days at the beach where your husband’s body is just on bull display, abs rippling in the sun. you see all the italian ladies looking on, and so does jake - but all that makes him do is pull you from your beach chair and onto hips lap; leans up to kiss you, as his fingers duck beneath the strings holding your bikini bottoms together at the sides - he mouths at your neck, gaze falling on the people darting glances towards both of you. his way of telling the world that you are his and he, is yours.

and of course, the honeymoon sex - sex with jake is always mindblowing, but the honeymoon sex, boy does he take his time to savour you. slow, languid thrusts, letting you take your time to ride him at your own pace the sheets pooled around your waist, eating you out and make sure you cum at least twice on his mouth before he even enters you. there would for sure be days when most of your day is spent the both of you just naked and in bed, you thoroughly fucked out but your body always ready for more of jake.

i can see jake throwing toys into the mix because the man isn’t insecure in the slightest and honestly just wants you to experience maximum amounts of pleasure.

touches in the restaurant or bar, his hand sneaking up your dress, fingers skimming over your underwear, thumb brushing against your breasts from over your thin sundresses. your hand palming his bulge through his shorts.

and of course there is the fucking you over the balcony of your hotel, dress up and bunched around your hips, underwear pushed to a side, breasts almost spilling out of your dress.

ugh, to be on honeymoon with flyboy!jake 😮‍💨

[blossoms-phan]

i absolutely adore the concept/general feeling of food as a means of bonding/making memories and literally everything they do is the epitome of romance and eternal bonding to me but it makes me soooo emo thinking about how much life and food dnp have shared over 15 years. thinking about the first time(s) dan went to visit him at the lesters and probably shared a slightly awkward meal at their dinner table with his parents. then he went from not knowing how to grocery shop on his own to having phil as a friend and life partner as he entered adulthood for the first time, the origins of their routine of shared bowls of cereal for breakfast and the most basic stir frys to sustain their needs. conversations over toasties and caramel macchiatos. toast and ribena, learning how phil likes his basic nescafe coffee he probably still prefers although he’ll happily listen to dan yap about learning how to make his fancy espresso and drink whatever latte he’s handed, as long as it has a splash of vanilla syrup and a little bit of shakily poured art on top. sharing popcorn at the movies and shakeaway straight after. perfecting their pizza orders. travelling around the world together and trying new foods from new places, already knowing phil is going to order the most sugary stack of pancakes a menu has to offer. seeing each other through fixations and healthy phases (even though dan kinda ruined phil’s one time salad motivation by bringing a goddamn cabbage home). cups of tea silently delivered to each others rooms on bad days. indulging in each others cravings because dan believes that phil doesn’t need to earn his candies and treats, if you want the thing you should just have it. using their rich boi money to occasionally buy the good olive oil and oat milk and hummus from the fancy grocery store because fuck it, they can. a clear appreciation for a well made croissant/pastry which I respect. an alcohol shelf in their forever home that’s grown over the years with the help of wanting to try making that cool drink they tried at the bar on their own, gifts from family and friends, souvenirs from japan and a backup bottle of celebratory champagne just because. their own leftover bakes and birthday cakes and breakfast buffets on vacation and sushi bars in japan and fancy date nights out at dimly lit restaurants and so many takeaways (deliveroo daddies, how great is modern life) and i sincerely hope by this point different varieties of home cooked meals and family dinners in florida and at the lesters except now they’re dan’s chosen family.

[herbaltearemedy]

What I would cook for the Stardew Valley bachelor/ettes!

!first things first! This is NOT based off their likes/dislikes, simply what their personalities and characteristics compell me to make, and absolutely there will be personal bias based off who I like and dislike, because it’s my post silly! Last thing to note is I have NOT romanced everyone yet, but based off my friends and videos I’ve watched, I feel i have a decent grasp on the vibes of the eligible partners, however if you feel I’ve missed the mark completely, tell me! This post is not a set in stone list, and viewer participation is not only welcomed but encouraged!

Without further ado!

Abigail: The big time fan favorite, the loner who eats rocks(?) I think I can plate something more edible than quartz, and hopefully more interesting than her fathers plagerized produce, for Abigail, I’d make her a bowl of chicken and dumplings if only to warm her from the chilly rain!

Alex: my sweet unsure gym bro, you can’t decide if you like the farmer, or REALLY like the farmer, while my instinct says to cook him a steak, I would instead prepare a fruit salad to help him come to terms with the fact that kissing boys is okay!

Elliott: this starving tortured artist would likely eat anything I put on a plate as long as it looked pretty, while he says he only eats fancy foods he definitely snacks on the microwaved ramen in my pantry. For my sharp chinned boy I’d prepare a plate of steak and eggs to feed his ego and his soul.

Emily: because I’m still getting started in stardew, Emily is the first and only person I’ve ever romanced on Stardew Valley, so I think I have a decent grasp on this one! My sweet hippie darling loves the animals but eats meat every now and again, yet I can’t help but feel compelled to make a cheesy potato soup for my parrot loving icon.

Haley: I didn’t always like Haley, but as my irl partner romanced her I couldn’t help but become engrossed in her story of “mean girl with a soft spot”, which is why I’d prepare for her a nice loaded baked potato, a little rough outside but incredibly wonderful on the inside.

Harvey: my roommates partner of choice in this game, Harvey strikes me as the type to see someone he fancies in a cafe, and walk the other way hoping they bump into each other on a day his hair looks better and his sweater doesn’t have mustard stained onto it, for Harvey I’d prepare a cinnamon roll, something warm and sweet, and he can’t make too much a mess while eating it.

Leah: My sweet artist with a bit of a habit of hanging onto her past, Leah has always seemed like the type of person who loves their childhood treats, so I’d prepare her a Peanut Butter & Jelly cut into star shapes, to make sure it’s not her creativity that gets to eat!

Maru: While I could and likely will go on and on and on and on about her father, Maru is not her dad. She may be fiercely intelligent, but I believe she also enjoys the simpler things in life aswell! For Maru I’d make her a pizza with mushrooms and olive, to remind her that she can be different and unique, but that’s okay! So is pizza.

Penny: oh our sweet bookworm, living in close quarters with Pam does not always sound easy, and while this strays slightly from my post, for Penny I’d make something she can have with a book, a fruit smoothie comes to mind to get her nutrition while also being portable and not messy unless she spills it

Sam: he was a skater boi, and penny’s real destined to be. I mean come on! They are adorable together! Jodi & Kent likely feed him well, so he’s fairly difficult for me to decide on, but for some reason an açaí bowl seems to call his name.

Sebastian: this poor man lives in a house where he feels like no one wants or appreciates him, Sebastian lives in a world of cold, so for him I’d prepare a burrito because it’s warm, and holds everything together, and even when it falls apart, it’s still perfect. Be a burrito Sebastian, be a burrito.

Shane: last and in my personal opinion, certainly least. I am not a fan of Shane, but that doesn’t mean he should starve. Apparently he has a good arc, and if that’s the case, this cheeseburger is for nice Shane, not for mean Shane.

That’s it folks! Tell me how you feel about the post, and hopefully I’ll get to post more stuff like this soon!

[copperbadge]

I know you make your own pizza mostly, but I don't suppose you (or your readers?) would know of a nationwide pizza chain* or frozen brand that has pesto as a topping option? I adore pesto and would love to try it.

*doesn't have to be one that delivers, could be a sit down restaurant, as long as I can find it in regions outside the midwest

Well, I'm picky about my pesto -- I don't like pine nuts, so I make my own with cashews instead. That said, the only chain I know of that offers pesto on pizza is Blaze, which is a low end counter-service pizza chain whose entire marketing strategy is to situate itself near college campuses and offer super-fast pizza (it's basically 10 minutes from "what toppings" to "here's your pizza").

I really like Blaze, but I'm not gonna claim it's great pizza. They offer a pesto drizzle as a finish, but I've had it and wasn't impressed; on the other hand, supertaster, so I wasn't impressed because I could taste the relatively cheap olive oil they're using. You may enjoy it!

I will say that if you have a preferred pesto, or like to make it yourself, you can pretty much dress any frozen pizza with it -- just before you pop the frozen pizza in the oven, drop some spoonfuls of pesto right down onto it. The pesto darkens a bit as it bakes but should be fine, it's generally too wet to burn before the pizza's done cooking. (When I buy frozen pizza I often buy plain or "four cheese" pizza and dress it with my own toppings.)

Readership, if you know of a good source, sing out; remember to comment or reblog as I don't post asks sent in response to other asks.

[moonyssmommyy]

My Marauders Headcanons Pt. 11 ~ Bartemius Crouch Jr

LOVES pizza

His fav food fr

Low-key like more dramatic than Sirius

Beater on the Slytherin Quidditch Team

Doesn't ever do a damn thing with his hair

It's always messy as fuck

Loves piercings

Has quite a few

Has one especially questionable one

Also loves tattoos

Has quite a few of those too

Always down to get a tattoo or piercing so if you want to get one and don't want to do it alone Barty's your man

Black is his fav color

Though Pandora says it can't be his fav bc black is the absence of color

Has a huge soft spot for Pandora

Besties with Regulus and Evan

Surprisingly close with Dorcas

Like ofc they're close

But they're way closer than you'd imagine

They make fun of each other alot

Bought everyone a pair of converse bc he thinks they should match even though they're not the same color

Evan wears them even though he's partial to Vans

Pandora adores them and they're quite worn out bc of it

Regulus actually wears them everyday though he still wears his dress shoes during class

Although Dorcas already has enough shoes and she has a pair of black converse, barty got her a pair of olive green ones that she adores, they tie for top spot as hair fav pair of shoes

Has friends in all houses

Isn't really that bad if he likes you

But he has a very specific image of how someone should be so it depends

If you do however fit such standards and then you do something that doesn't line up with Barty's view of you he'll be very upset and feel betrayed

As if you've lied to him about the most important thing in the world

Hypersexual

Wasn't really insane until his friends started dropping like flies

He was just slightly...unhinged

He can be really clingy even though he tries so hard not to be

He's aware of it and absolutely hates it

His friends mean so much to him and he just wants to be with them all the time which is really hard especially with Regulus because he absolutely needs his personal space

Barty does best with Pandora as she's quite affectionate but sometimes he can get on her nerves too

He also has an unhealthy obsession with snakes

Speaking of obsessions he gets very easily obsessed

Has many rings

Which is really unnecessary because he wears the same ones everyday

Can not go without them

He has formed an emotional attachment to them

They bring him comfort

Will panic if he notices one missing

He paints a lot

His paintings are really messy and really beautiful

Loves music just as much if not more than Regulus

Adores spicy food

The more it burns the better

He's kind of a masochist

But he's a sadist too

He's really tall and lanky

He has nice arms though

Not particularly muscular

But they're really nice

BPD King 👑

Calls Regulus Reggie to piss him off but later regrets it because he loses Reg for awhile

Sad boi Barty

AHHHHHHHHHH the Barty Brain Rot is real

No one will ever understand how much I love him