#i call him 'grill'

[didderd]

sorry i gave fell Grillby facial 'hair'

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Obsessed with how pathetic you make Jim Guangyao look. The hat. I love it.

Don't let the smile and sweet words fool you, Jim Guangyao has lost everything in the divorce, and continues to lose.

[pieflavoredartz]

(CLICK FOR THAT SWEETUMS QUAILTYYY 🗣🗣)

the part 6 jojo villain… the erick puc 💿

[cosmicvaca]

Okay so I'm thinking about my jotakak university au and need some help This is no power/stand au, but I wanna have their stands represented by different things. Star is a jotaro's pet pufferfish who likes treats and pets. Hiero is a rare pothos house plant. Sliver Chariot is the name of the vintage car and is Pol's pride and joy (Besides Sherry) But I don't know what to do with Magician's red.

Originally, I was thinking about giving him a pet chicken (a very Miami Cuban thing, and I love it), but Iggy is already Avdol's pet, and it's hard to keep a chicken in an apartment (though I've seen it. Again, very Miami Cuban). So I thought about just the rooster statue that my tía has guarding the front door of her apartment (his name is paco) and that's a cute option. There was another modern au fic that referred to him as a "magician at the grill" and I do love grill daddy Avdol. Him and Pol would be a feared party duo.

Yeah have no idea what to do with him. Would love suggestions!!

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[followerofmercy]

I didn't realize how spoiled I was having artistic friends. I was teaching the new hire something and I was getting frustrated trying to figure out how to make math Relatable, so I asked him "Okay, what kind of stuff do you make? What creative hobbies do you have?"

And he said "...I don't."

I was so floored that I was just like "Uh, um. Not. Not even made a table with your dad?" (he talks about his dad nonstop. This was a reasonable thing to ask)

"Nuh-uh"

I literally don't think I've ever been aware of someone just not having a creative hobby.

[mikakissiekiss]

[whumpy-wyrms]

WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS ON GRILLED CHEESE

-@vidawhump

IT’S… OKAY….. i haven’t eaten it in a while but i used to like it as a kid

Anton seems like the type of person to like grilled cheese tho (he rlly likes cheese 🧀🧀🧀🧀)

[gatheryepens]

Today was such a godawful shift but took a bunch of free stuff 😭😭

[twinktor-frankenstein]

MY BOYFRIEND JUST CALLED ME "SCRUM-DIDDLY-UMPTIOUS"😭😭

[theinfinitedivides]

had the wildest f*cking dream last night of an alternate timeline where they actually manage to convince Shah Rukh to go on Buzzfeed to read Thirst Tweets and i have firmly established i do not want that happening irl, sfjsfdnkjsdnj

[adlibitur]

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[lazyfox411]

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[genderfluid-druid]

[ID: two grilled cheese in a pan. Both are charred almost beyond recognition. End ID]

That wonderful home cooking! #vintage #cottagecore #supertaster #aesthetic #momcore

[sayangrafayel]

How LADS men react to finding you in their kitchen just standing and eating cheese at 3am

I got this request and just went "this one. I want to do this one." and so here we are!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb

Sylus

As we know, he doesn't sleep at night. By that logic, you're in the kitchen WITH him eating cheese.

"I don't understand, why do you like eating cheese at 3am?" "What's wrong with eating cheese?" "No, that's not the part I'm confused about.."

Luke and Kieran would definitely join you guys in the kitchen, it became a little family supper!

Xavier

He's a heavy sleeper.. but he notice quite fast when you're not with him in bed.

Sleepily walks into the dark kitchen that was only illuminated by the fridge light.

"What.. what are you doing..?" "Xavier! You surprised me!" "That's my line..."

Rafayel

He probably has messy sleeping schedule too, painting and chasing deadlines.

When there's a noise from his kitchen, he sets his paintbrush down and called out your name.

"Cutie, did you hear that..?" "..." "Cutie?" "...Hey." "What is wrong with you!!?"

Zayne

I FEEL SO BAD. THIS MAN NEEDS HIS SLEEP. So imagine his surprise when there's suddenly noises from the kitchen.

Calms down after he notice you were gone and were probably being a little rat again.

"I didn't know I needed to set rat traps all over the kitchen." "Zayne! How dare!"

Caleb

He puppy. He follow you wherever you go.

You suddenly get out of bed without saying anything? Oh he's getting out of bed too then. Whatever the emergency is, he shall help you. That includes devouring a block of cheese at three am.

"Should I make grilled cheese?" "Oh, yes please!!! Thank you!" "I am your personal chef after all."

[oceantornadoo]

inspired by a dramoine fic i read! simon riley x f!reader

it’s the third time today someone has handed you simon’s paperwork and you’re starting to get confused. in fact, there’s the distinct feeling that you’ve missed a memo.

first, it was the visiting captain, so you couldn’t blame him for confusing lieutenants. but then it was johnny turning in his mission report, muttering something about ��cannae be late this time if ah give it ye, lass.” which was odd, considering you weren’t his direct report (you were gaz’s). but what really sent you over the edge was getting called into price’s office and being met with a load of folders addressed to one Lt. Ghost (Confidential).

“sir, i’m a bit confused as to why you can’t just give these to him yourself.” price looked up from his desk, eyes flickering from under his boonie hat. “hav’ you seen ‘im today, lieutenant?” you nodded immediately while trying to scoop all of this paperwork (that was not yours!) into your arms. “yessir, i saw him before breakfast and then during training and then…what?” price had silently quirked an eyebrow, his beard echoing the movement. “i haven’t seen ‘im all day, so i figure it’s faster for you to deliver since you’re more well-versed in his movements than i am.” huh. “i’m sure he’s just doing his ghost thing, y’know? slipping into shadows and…”, price patiently gave you an exasperated look, “but i’ll get these to him, sir. see you later!”

the problem was, you knew exactly where simon was. in your office.

his own had an unfortunate ground level window near the track, so he was always complaining about nosy recruits until you offered to share some office space. temporarily, of course. it’s not like you were using all the empty space anyways and it made it much easier to get the opinion of your fellow lieutenant on a report by walking over to his desk, rather than going up and down stairs. that was the second point he made, and who were you to say no?

after pushing open your office door, you beelined for simon’s desk, dumping the stacks of folders on his desk. “wot’s this?” his mask was off so you could see his eyes widen at the mess of papers. “everyone now thinks i’m a drop off box for your paperwork, so i got burdened with all of this when i was doing my rounds.” he nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of his tea. “cheers, love.”

“what do you mean, cheers? don’t you think it’s odd for them to give me your paperwork? and why do we even have so much paperwork? i swear im drowning in it this week.” he snorted at your last sentence, opening the first folder in front of him while you rounded your desk, sitting in your comfy chair with a hmpf. “yer out an’ about more than me, tha’s all.” well, that was true. the infamous ghost was not known to be a sociable person on base. “i guess…” you turned to your old radio, passed down by a retired captain, and turned on simon’s favorite classical station.

“ya want mess or the pub tonight, love?” another great thing about being on base with simon - you never had to pay for dinner. “actually, that thai place we like is doing a special tonight.” he gave you a half-smirk, one cheek ticking up. “bloody raccoon. we had thai two nights ago.” you didn’t respond, instead blinking your best impression of puppy dog eyes at him. simon sighed, then shook his head at his desk. “olrigh’. the things i do.” you smiled and winked, dipping your head back down to your desk. “thanks, si.”

-

two weeks later, you were prepping for a duo mission with simon. price had been grilling the two of you for the past three hours, making sure you had everything memorized. satisfied, he leaned back in his office chair and rubbed his temples, the feeling of a headache coming on. “one more thing.” both of you snapped your head up at price, desperate to leave and eat. you’d already missed dinner and your stomach was complaining.

“the safe house is pretty small, basically a shack. one bed, no couch. i assumed ‘s fine since y’r datin-“ “‘s fine, captain.” simon cut him off, an out of character move that had you frowning. “it’s fine, cap. not like ive never slept on a floor before.” now price was frowning at what you said. he turned to simon, who shook his head imperceptibly before becoming still again. price’s brow furrowed but he didn’t push further. he got up from his chair, eyes flitting suspiciously between you two. “i’ll see you at 0600.”

“what was that about?” you whispered to simon after as you walked down the hall. “‘s nothin’.” you were missing something but it was so unclear what. “he thinks that we’re datin-“ “said it’s nothin’, sweetheart. he’s an old man. let’s get some food in you, yeah?” you nodded, letting him guide you to the kitchen. price wasn’t that old. and you were not dating simon riley.

-

the mission was beautiful, your best one in years. it was the first duo mission between you and simon, so the nerves of pulling your own weight had settled in hard. thankfully, your skills balanced each other out and you’d gotten the target in record time. now, all you had to do was wait in the safe house for exfil.

“you were so good.” you whispered once he’d locked the door. he only hummed a response, checking exit and entry points while you set up your packs, scrounging up MREs and testing the shack for electricity. price wasn’t kidding - it was practically a studio apartment. one bed, a bathroom and a decrepit stove. the soldier part of you was fine with it, but that small soft part of you ached for the warmth of your apartment. memories of yelling at simon for using all your shampoo even though he didn’t live there, of him running you a bath after a long day of training.

“you were good too, baby.” he snuck up from behind your spot on the floor and lifted you onto the mattress that had definitely seen better days. you hadn’t even checked it for bed bugs yet. “c’mere.” he pulled you into his lap, unbuckling your tac vest as you pulled off your bandana. you tugged off his mask - the hard shell since you were on a mission - and ran your nails through his short haircut. simon started kissing your neck, wet and sloppy like he couldn’t get enough. the unrestrained want he displayed sometimes scared you. the respective pulsing in both your chest and cunt scared you more.

“so are you sleeping on the floor or am i?” he flipped you over, your back flush with the mattress as simon loomed over you. there was still eyeblack around his eyes, caught on his blonde eyelashes as well, and you couldn’t help the hand that reached up to brush some of it away. “y’r funny, sweetheart.” you grinned at that - a real toothy smile. he bent down to kiss you, scarred lips caressing your own. simon bit your lip and you moaned, sliding your legs out from under him to wrap them around his torso. when you tugged him in he went willingly, grinding into your clothed cunt. his tac vest was still on, scraping against your shirt, hardening your nipples.

“keepin’ you in this bed all night.” cold fingers dipped past the waist of your pants. you were already wet, his fingers sliding easily up and down your slit as they warmed up. that’s when you realized he still had his glove on, his movements harsher than normal. wide eyes met his own, and simon stopped so you could make a decision.

it didn’t take much as you dug your heels into his back harder, meeting him in a sloppy kiss as his gloved thumb played with your clit. “fuckin’ made for me.” he whispered, and you chalked it up to dirty talk because obviously, you weren’t together. he just knew exactly what to do, giving your clit the right amount of pressure as his other fingers teased your hole, the stretch burning more than usual. it only took a few flicks and you were off, your orgasm settling through your bones like a warm cup of tea. “jesus, si.” he grinned, his scarred lips pulling up to show a beautiful smile. “know ya like th’ back of my hand, huh?” you shook your head, capturing the idiot in another kiss.

-

after the mission, after debrief and a hot shower, you made your way back to your base office. thankfully, paperwork had only slightly piled up. one envelope stood out though - a thick card-stock with glossy, swooping letters. an invite to london’s military gala, addressed to a Lieutenant & Lieutenant. simon’s name was next to yours, connected by a singular symbol. you turned to him in disbelief. simon had been going through his own backlog, but his head snapped up under the focus of your glare.

“simon, are we…dating?”

-

this was fun!!! check out the fic i linked it was so good and i couldn’t put it down.