#i love my boys grilled and garlic

[kiraofthewind]

Snippet from GTWBC

Good Thyme With Bad Company, chapter 10, as Grilled and Garlic brave a winter storm at night...

They did not fear getting lost. They could have walked around Aleton and the nearby farms with their eyes closed. Besides, Derion instinctively knew where their hands were. By keeping them with Shallot, she became akin to a beacon. They knew precisely which direction and how many steps she was away from them.

Neither boy would admit it to Shallot lest she forbid them from going out into the snow ever again, but they were cold. Being Fire elementals helped, and the fires on their wrists kept their arms and face hot, but their legs, crunching into the deep snow with every difficult step, prickled with cold. They felt the small hairs on their legs—a recent growth for Grilled—standing on end.

“If that kid came from the west, then his sister might be by the farms,” Garlic said. “Let’s check there.”

“We ought to look near the forest boundary,” Grilled suggested.

“Yeah. We’ll look around the farms and make our way to the gate.”

The western forest was strictly off-limits to peasants. It was the baron’s woods, and the animals within were his to hunt, and the trees his to chop. Well, the peasants did the actual chopping, of course, but only when he ordered it. Shallot had told the boys the rule was in place to make sure there would always be plenty of trees in the years to come. If anyone went in and chopping down trees any time they pleased, soon there would be none at all. Then no new houses could be built, and there’d be no firewood for winter.

Grilled had overheard Shallot grumbling to Parsnips about how firewood was more expensive this year than ever before, and for no good reason. The trees were as plentiful as ever. The baron had increased the price of wood just to increase his own profits.

[icewindandboringhorror]

random life photos from the past few months

[girls-and-honey]

made this with only what I had on hand which is to say, not quite ideal for the cheese and bread and it was STILL amazing so i can't even imagine how it tastes with Proper Ingredients

kill the shift manager in your brain

[cmdrfupa]

Bone Appetit

I couldn't leave this little ditty alone, so enjoy a little babble of a drabble over our favorite sleepy defense attorney.

MDNI suggestive content ahead

"And here I thought you didn't love me." Your husband took a deep breath as you walked into his office. A pleasant surprise in the form of you, Hiromi's loving spouse, closing the door before sashaying around his desk. You kissed the top of his dark head as the shuffling of papers across his desk started. "Romance could never be dead when Mrs. Higuruma lives and breathes."

You unveiled the glass food carrier, revealing the still-warm sauteed garlic and parmesan mushrooms on a bed of rice and a side of grilled chicken. "Traffic coming off the ramp was nuts. Had to take a few of the backroads to get into the city's center." The room was filled with the delightful anticipation of the meal, a moment of shared joy between you and Hiromi.

  A faux-pitiful look came across Hiromi's face, rubbing the slight pudge of a belly he adorned. "I had one of those BBQ tacos not long ago. I don't know if I can eat another thing."

"Thank you, my darling wife. Your culinary skills never cease to amaze me, princess. Perhaps we could venture into the city this weekend to find new furniture for the den because you are literally the ?" The exaggerated mocking tone you used to tease Hiromi brought an amused smile to his face as he watched you prepare his meal.

The first late night of the week as another case muddled with his mind. Choosing to extend the grace he permanently extended to you during grad school, you packed dinner to bring it to him.

You placed the napkin in his lap, and Hiromi's hand gently caught your chin. "Thank you, honey. I truly appreciate this dinner." His words carried a genuine sense of gratitude as he placed a delicate kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You're very welcome, my love. Now, eat your food, old man."

  Hiromi devoured every bit of food as you shared the details of your day with him - from the ongoing drama in Pilates class to the neighborhood association's new discussions on how long Christmas lights should be allowed to stay up to his impressive towel-folding skills before heading to work.

  "Hm? Oh," he said as he wiped his mouth, "I just did it while my shirt was drying this morning. It's not a big deal, really."

  Clearing his desk of your containers, you snapped the lids on before placing them back into your tote. "Romi, you folded them perfectly. Every hem aligned, every edge folded over to hide the tag. I've trained you well."

  "Trained? So, I get a treat for flawlessly following your directions?" You sat gracefully in front of Hiromi at his desk, crossing your legs at the ankle while he lazily traced his spidery fingers up and down your calves with a playful smirk. "I think your favorite man deserves a nice treat, no?"

  "Mmm, not my favorite." You leaned forward, running your fingers through his soft hair. "My good boy is the one who gets a special treat for his more than-perfect work. Are you a good boy, Hiromi?'

  While he wasn't a medical professional, he was more than confident what he was experiencing was a cardiac event. A surge of energy shot through him, going straight to his lap. What the fuck was happening? "Am I?" the hint of curiosity drizzled in his tone.

  "You are." Hiromi stood between your legs, squeezing the fleshiest parts of your thigh as you watched his usual pale skin take on a ruddy complexion. "You're my good boy. My very good boy."

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

🎲

[Katsuki POV]

“You rolled the dice and that’s what you get, birthday boy~” You purred while regarding me from across the table, a smirk playing upon your lips.

I was too busy clutching the cloth of the restaurant’s table to even hear you. The blood was pounding in my ears so damn loud and the heat under my collar was getting to be too much. “S-shut up, you damn dumbass…”

Sometimes…I hated those dice.

The second I had woken up this morning, you were standing on the side of the bed wearing that big grin and those cursed dice in your hands. I wasn’t even fully awake yet and you pulled that crazy stunt while singing “Happy Birthday”. I still rolled them and fucking hell it had to be “no penetration”, “all day”, and “use anything”. At least you eased me into this stupid as hell tradition of birthday sex dice by simply giving me a reach around while I was showering…albeit at the time I wasn’t too damn happy since I just want to bend you over and—

“And for you, sir?”

I growl lowly at the waiter who had interrupted my train of thought, my red eyes glaring at him. “Garlic Parmesan steak with grilled -not fried- shrimp, red mashed potatoes and collard greens on the side. If the chef knows what’s good for ‘em those spices better be hot.”

My gaze shifts to you as I hear your giggle. Damnit, you look so damn gorgeous tonight. You’re wearing that outfit I love so much…where it hugs your curves so damn perfect, gives me that peek of your breasts, and the skirt so short that if I peeked under the table and you had your legs open I could see—

“And anything to drink, sir?”

My teeth gnash as I stare daggers at the waiter. “Give me the strongest spirit you’ve got in this damn place.”

“Katsuki!” You reprimand, apologetically smiling up at the waiter. “Sorry about his tone. It’s his birthday and it’s been quite a long day for him.”

I knew exactly what you were doing and I wanted to come over there and bend you over the damn table! Your sweet smile doesn’t fool me, damnit! You slipped that on purpose!

“Oh, pardon me, I shall notify the staff immediately!”

The second he walked away, I leaned forward and rested my chin on my own laced fingers, elbows resting on the table as I glared at you. “You sneaky, conniving fox…”

“Oh, Katsuki, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

I swallow thickly when you effortlessly smirk with a comeback.

The wheels in my head start to turn. All day long you’ve been playing by the rules of those cursed dice; sending me pics of yourself while I’m out on patrol, dirty texting/calling, you even stopped by my agency office earlier so we could make the reservations you’d made and gave me a quick hand job while I drove us here!

It’s evening, the end of a torturous day, but it had been spicy in its own sense.

“Katsuki~”

My red eyes narrow at your tone. I knew it very well and whatever was about to come out of that pretty, gloss-lined mouth of yours was going to be trouble. “What?”

“I’m going to powder my face. Keep an eye on my drink, please?

Now I was even more suspicious as I watched you walk away towards the restrooms. What are you scheming? I found out exactly what you had in mind not a minute later when I get a text from you complete with a selfie of your dress unzipped far enough to show me the lingerie set that is brand new from my merch; fiery red and orange lace, dark green corset-like ribbons, black garter and cups that perfectly—

“A complimentary appetizer by courtesy of the restaurant, sir.”

I nearly slam my damn phone down onto the table with one of my explosions when the waiter slips a plate of calamari and various other little morsels. Damnit, you’re driving me insane with your interruptions!, I internally scream at him.

A sudden and unexpected touch suddenly makes me jump but then I’m clutching to the table like it’s me sole anchor in the world as I feel something warm and wet wrap around my cock, my jaw nearly dropping when I feel that tongue of yours lap at my now tight balls.

When the hell did you get down there?!

Shudders start slipping down my spine as I can do little but remain as stoic faced as possible despite the now raging desire in my veins pounding like a damn drug as I peek down and see you smirking from around my length. The tablecloth reached the floor so no one knew you were under there but-

A choked groan catches in my throat when I feel you suckle and lick my swollen tip like it’s a lollipop, my hands on the table wanting nothing more than to grab you by the hair and—

“Refill on your drink, sir?”

“N-none for me!” I manage to huff, every muscle in my body tightening as I feel you slowly slip me into your throat and making my eyes widen and entire body break out into a sweat. “S-son of a…”

I spare another peek down at you and bite my lip when I see you give me clear view of the bulge in your throat that is me, sealing the deal and making me cum right there with a strangled and hoarse cry from behind my hand.

“Y-y-you’re such a f-freak…” I whisper as you clean me up and carefully settle me back within my pants before you move back to your seat.

“But I know you love it.”

The blood in my veins freezes when you wink while licking your lips. Something felt off. But what? My hands reflexively drop to my thighs then slowly feel around my groin. Everything felt normal enough. I raise my gaze back to you. “What did you do?”

Heat erupts into my face when you simply hold up your phone and drag your finger across the screen…resulting in an all too familiar vibrating sensation to start within my pants. Which pair of boxers did I put on today?! Tell me it wasn’t the ones I think they are!

That smirk on your face tells me all I need to know as the patterns and intensity of what I was feeling changed depending upon your finger. Just when I thought I was safe, you pull a stunt like this?! A shaky smile raises my lips.

“G-god, I love you.”

��I know. Now let’s enjoy our dinner then we can go home for your desert, birthday boy.”

“Marry me.” My own smirk appears when you wiggle your left hand, a ring so damn big it would make Todoroki’s wife jealous whenever he got one, flashing brilliantly in the light. “I know. Marry me again.”

“We go through this almost every year, Kats, but I’ll show you how much I really love you when at home.”

I internally curse as the vibrations intensify for a few seconds thanks to your finger on the phone screen before they lower to a dull hum that makes my blood buzz.

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@bakubunny @zazter-den

[rainisawriter]

To the Hot Springs! – Tsuji (PSF #18)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: “Did you plan for this to happen?” (@flufftober) / Fall Bucket List: Drive-in movie with all the blankets (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 3,170

Pairing: Reader x Tsuji

World: High&Low

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You wiped off the counter with a hum, listening to the music that was playing softly from the jukebox in the corner. When the bell above the door chimed, you looked up to greet the customer only for a bright smile to come to your lips.

Tsuji smiled at you as he approached the counter, settling down on the stool. “Afternoon, love.”

Shibaman sat beside him, sending you a nod of acknowledgment before picking up a menu.

“Good afternoon,” you replied, reaching across the counter to press a kiss to his lips. He followed you when you started to pull back, making you chuckle. “The usual?”

“Please.”

“Need a minute, Shiba?”

He glanced up from the menu and nodded. “Yes, please.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“Coke.”

“Got it.” You grabbed a slice of apple pie for your boyfriend and two cokes for both of them. 

“Thank you, love,” smiled Tsuji, taking the fork you offered. He had been on the fence about trying out an American diner and the food it offered, but that was thrown out the window when you got a job there. He wanted to support you and, to his surprise, the food was quite good.

Your eyes scanned his face and knuckles before returning to the task of wiping down the counter. “I’m surprised you managed to make it here without getting into a fight.”

“You have no faith in us,” he pouted. “We don’t go looking for fights, they just find us.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirked. “Everyone wants a piece of you, hm?”

His lips twitched up but he chose not to reply out of respect for his best friend sitting next to him, something the tall boy was grateful for.

Shibaman pushed the menu toward you, tapping on one of the pictures. “Is the chicken bake good?”

“Very,” you nodded. “The chicken is breaded with parmesan and garlic herbs. It’s one of my favorite dishes.”

“I’ll try that, then.”

“Okay! Do you want anything else, baby?”

Tsuji hummed as he chewed his pie, glancing at the menu. “I’ll take the same thing since it’s your favorite.”

You chuckled at his reasoning, scribbling the order onto your pad before ripping out the paper. “Josh, got a new order for ya!”

Josh appeared in front of the window to the kitchen, grinning as he took the slip of paper. “Coming right up!”

Josh was the owner’s son who had been tasked with running the place when his dad was out of town. Technically, he could have hired someone to work the grill but he adored making the food for his customers. People seemed to enjoy it, as well, so there were no issues.

His dad moved to Japan five years ago so his wife could be closer to her family. He always dreamed of opening up his own diner and he was sure bringing a diner specializing in American food would be a great idea. It certainly wasn’t as successful as he had been hoping, but he got just enough business to get by, though it probably helped that his wife and second son also had jobs.

Tsuji finished his pie, crossing his arms on the counter and watching as you worked. “Are you free this weekend?”

You paused, going over your schedule in your head. “I work Friday and Sunday but Saturday is free. Why?”

The two boys exchanged a look which you missed since you were brewing fresh coffee.

“Shibaman and I wanted to go to the hot springs. Can you get the weekend off and take us?”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, sure. It sounds fu – ow!” You hissed in pain when hot coffee poured onto your hand because you hadn’t been paying attention. 

Tsuji didn’t hesitate to jump over the counter, gently taking your wrist and pulling you over to the sink to run cold water over it. “You need to be more careful, love,” he scolded you softly, brow furrowed in worry.

Seeing him like this filled you with warmth. “Now you know how I feel every time you come back injured.”

He knew you had him there so he pouted, pushing your shoulder lightly with his own. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little.” You tugged your hand from the water to inspect it. The skin was darkening but it didn’t look too bad. “I heal quickly, don’t worry.”

“Order up!”

You pushed your boyfriend toward the break in the counter. “You’re not supposed to be back here, shoo.”

“Don’t you shoo me,” he pouted, reluctantly returning to his seat.

You set their food in front of them, sending Tsuji a look when you noticed his boot print on the counter. He gave you an innocent look before shrugging, acting as if he had no idea how it got there. You just shook your head, grabbing a rag so you could clean it off.

The bell above the door chimed and you looked up with a smile but it quickly fell when you realized who had just entered. 

“Howdy, darlin’,” Kaminari tipped his cowboy hat at you before settling down at the counter, eyeing the two boys sitting a couple of seats down. For some reason, he believed himself to be a modern-day cowboy, descended from some famous gunslinger who had come to Japan to start a new life.

He was also in love with you, constantly flirting and attempting to shower you with gifts that you politely refused each time. He knew you had a boyfriend but he didn’t care.

“The usual?” You forced a smile, trying to keep your annoyance hidden by a cheery tone. He didn’t seem to notice, though Tsuji certainly did.

“That’s right, darlin’,” he grinned, eyes sparkling. “Ya know me too well.”

‘Kind of hard not to when you come in here every day and order the exact same thing,’ you thought, scribbling the order onto the notepad before handing it over to Josh. You poured the fresh coffee into a cup, careful not to burn yourself again, before handing it over to him. He liked it black, ‘like the souls of his enemies,’ he would always say.

Whatever the hell that meant.

When you set the cup down, he noticed how red your skin was and he grabbed your wrist with a frown. “What happened, darlin’?”

Your eyes fell to Tsuji, worried that he might start a fight. He was glaring at Kaminari’s hand, gripping the fork so tightly that you worried it might bend. As badly as he wanted to beat this guy into oblivion for having the nerve to touch you, he knew this job was important to you and he didn’t want to be the reason you got fired.

“Let go,” you ordered firmly, attempting to pull free from his grip.

His frown deepened and he reluctantly released his grip before leaning forward, his voice lowered. “Was it them delinquents that did it, darlin’? I can take care of em for ya.”

Tsuji scoffed, turning his attention back to his food.

Before Kaminari could speak, you replied, “I wasn’t paying attention and burnt myself. No big deal.”

“Ya gotta be more careful, darlin’. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be marred with scars or burns.”

You rolled your eyes at him, the comment annoying you more than it should have. Probably just because it was him who said it. 

Shibaman raised his empty glass. “Can I get a refill?”

You smiled at him, thankful for the distraction. “Of course!” 

Kaminari scoffed. “Ya could say please, boy.”

Shibaman quirked a brow at him but said nothing, finishing off the last of his chicken. You set the refilled drink down, grabbing Kaminari’s plate when Josh set it down on the kitchen window.

“Thank ya, darlin’.” He tipped his hat. “Ya know, you should consider hirin’ a security guard for this place.” His eyes flickered to the duo. “To keep the ramble out and keep ya safe.”

“I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself, thanks.” You held back a scowl, heading over to the register when an elderly couple approached. It sat diagonally from where Tsuji was sitting.

“Ya say that, but Sword district ain’t a place for people like you.”

You handed the woman her change, feeling your eye twitch despite the smile on your face. You had no intention of engaging with him or his stupid comments.

“I mean, look at ya. You’re so pretty, darlin’. You don’t look like a fighter.” Kaminari shook his head, stuffing his mouth with fries. That didn’t stop him from speaking, though. “Ya look weak and people will take advantage of that. I’m currently available, ya know. You should tell Josh to hire me so I can keep ya safe.”

‘Not a chance in hell,’ you thought, sending him a blank look. “Sorry, we’re not hiring.”

“Shouldn’t ya ask Josh that?” He quirked a brow, glancing toward the kitchen window. “No offense darlin’, but you shouldn’t be making those decisions.”

You offered him a mocking smile. “It came from Josh himself.”

He didn’t seem to believe you, glancing at the kitchen again but Josh was nowhere to be seen.

Tsuji shifted when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. It was a new message from Todoroki, informing him that a group of guys were looking for them and headed his way. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stood up, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

You didn’t even have to ask, choosing instead to offer him a smile. “Be careful.”

“Always,” he smiled back, resting his hand against the side of your neck to pull you closer. You knew what he was doing and didn’t hesitate to meet him halfway, his lips claiming yours. 

You tilted your head to the side, running your tongue along his bottom lip as your fingers played with the front of his jacket. Shibaman looked away, nose wrinkled in disgust. Kaminari was staring at you in shock, his fork falling from his fingers and clattering to the counter.

Tsuji nipped at your lip, giving it a tug as he pulled away. “Call me if you need me, love.”

“I will. See ya, Shiba.”

The taller male offered you a smile as he headed for the door, Tsuji right behind him. You couldn’t fight the grin that took over your lips as you placed the cash into the register. Kaminari could only stare at you as you grabbed their plates, taking them into the kitchen so they could be watched.

Josh was squatting down by the door, hiding beneath the window. When he saw you, he whispered, “Is he gone yet?” 

“No,” you scowled, carefully setting the dishes in the sink. “Can’t we add a ‘no fake cowboys’ rule?”

“He thinks he’s a real cowboy so the sign wouldn’t apply to him.”

“‘No cowboys allowed,’ then.”

“That’s exclusionary. Dad would never go for that.” 

“It’s just one person, I think the business will survive.”

Josh just sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Come get me when he leaves.”

“Sure, boss.” You sighed as well, forcing yourself to go back out into the dining room. To your relief, Kaminari was gone, a wad of cash sitting behind his half-eaten food. With a shrug, you dropped the cash into the register before taking his plate into the back, letting Josh know that it was safe.

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You pulled up in front of Tsuji’s apartment building, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat of the song playing softly through the car. You sent him a quick text letting him know you had arrived. He said he would be right out so you preoccupied yourself by scrolling through social media, smiling at cute cat pics and memes. 

Tsuji tugged open the passenger door, leaning down to look at you. “Pop the trunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, glancing at the large duffel bag around his shoulder and the suitcase in his hand. “Babe, we’re only going to be there two days. Isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“Nope,” he grinned, standing up and heading toward the back of the car. You shook your head, opening it for him so he could put the bags in. He settled himself into the seat beside you, pecking your cheek. “Let’s go.”

“What about Shibaman? Where is he?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“No?”

“He ate something bad last night so he didn’t want to come.” He said it nonchalantly, focusing his attention on the radio rather than you in case you realized something was up.

“Poor Shibaman, I hope he feels better soon,” you frowned, putting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb. You felt bad for him, but part of you was happy about the development. It had been a long while since you were able to properly spend time alone with your boyfriend.

Tsuji connected his phone to the radio, bringing up the Spotify Playlist he had made for the trip, mixing songs that both of you liked. The first song was one of your favorites, bringing a smile to your lips.

You couldn’t sing well, but that didn’t stop you from belting out the lyrics as if your life depended on it. Tsuji laughed at your enthusiasm before singing along with you.

It took the entire day to reach the hot springs, night beginning to fall as you pulled into the parking lot. You parked the car and frowned, glancing around at the empty lot. 

“Are you sure they’re open?”

He sent you an innocent look, opening his door. “They should be. I’ll check.”

You hummed, eyes following him as he approached the doors, giving them a tug. They were locked, the lights inside turned off. He jogged back to the car with a frown.

“They’re closed.”

“Didn’t you check to make sure they would be open?” 

“…no?”

You sighed, crossing your arms atop the steering wheel. “What do we do now?”

Tsuji pretended to check his phone. “There’s a motel a few miles down the road.”

“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, following Tsuji’s directions without a second thought.

“Pull in here,” he pointed toward a dirt path on the right side of the road.

“Are you sure?” you glanced at him with a frown before looking at the road. Tall trees lined either side of it, nearly bare as their orange leaves covered the ground. “This looks sus as hell, Tsu.”

“You don’t trust me?” he pouted at you, amusement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust Google maps.” Still, you did as he told you, turning down the path. It stretched on for about five minutes before opening up into a large clearing, trees surrounding it like a barrier.

Rather than a motel as you had been expecting, it was a drive-in movie theater. A large screen sat at the back of the clearing, a ticket booth sitting at the end of the path and connected to the room where the projector was set up. No one was there so you assumed it was also closed.

“I think you got your directions wrong, babe.”

“I didn’t,” he smiled at you. “Go park the car in front of the screen.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you did as he asked. “Tsuji, what -“

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, hopping out of the car and jogging over to the projector room, disappearing inside. An image appeared on the screen and your eyes widened with joy as the Nightmare Before Christmas started to play.

Tsuji appeared at your door, reaching in through the window to press the trunk button before disappearing behind the vehicle. You got out and followed him, watching as he pulled out about a dozen blankets from his bags.

You put your hands on your hip, sending him an accusing look. “Did you plan for this to happen, Tsuji?”

He sent you an innocent look, but the wide grin on his face gave him away. “I don’t know what you mean, love.”

“You knew the sauna would be closed and Shibaman isn’t actually sick, is he?”

“Fine, you caught me.” He closed the distance, hands finding your hips. “I just wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.”

“Our…” you paled, shoulders tensing. 

“Oi, don’t tell me you forgot,” he pouted. It wasn’t annoyance or sadness dancing in his eyes, though, it was amusement. You never even remembered your own birthday so he had honestly expected this.

“Baby, I am so sorry! I’ve been working so much lately that I completely forgot! Oh my god, I’m terrible, I’m so so -“

He cut you off with his lips, cupping your face. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against your own, voice soft. “It’s okay, love, I forgive you. I know how hard you’ve been working, that’s why I wanted to prepare this for you.”

“Thank you so much, Tsuji. God, I love you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and he chuckled, squeezing you tightly.

“If you love me, help me carry the blankets.”

As if to reinforce his choice, the cold autumn wind picked up, bringing goosebumps to your exposed flesh. Both of you grabbed a pile before he led you to the hood of the car. You watched as he set up a makeshift bed atop the hood with his pile before disappearing back into the car to fiddle with the radio.

The movie started to play through your speakers and he turned it up so you could hear it outside of the car, opening the windows to assist with this. You carefully climbed up onto the hood, nose wrinkling when you felt the metal shift beneath you. 

Tsuji joined you, leaning back against the windshield before pulling you against him. Most of the blankets you had been holding were used to support his back, acting as a pillow, while the thickest blanket was used to cover both of you.

You hummed, arms wrapped around his slim waist as you inhaled his scent. He had started using a pumpkin spice-scented cologne because he knew you loved the smell. “How did you manage all this? It couldn’t have been cheap.”

He hummed, running his hand up and down your back. “Shibaman’s aunt is dating the owner. It took a lot of bribing but they finally agreed to let me have the place for the night.”

You chuckled, sending him a grin. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” he grinned back.

“I really do,” you agreed, leaning up to claim his lips before shifting so you could see the screen. “Did you bring any snacks?”

“…”

“Oh my god, Tsu, you forgot the snacks, didn’t you?”

Tsuji scowled at the screen, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Damn it, I knew I was forgetting something.”

You just laughed, patting his stomach comfortingly.

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[everwitch-magiks]

Gossip Girl AU!

... I love you, I do, but I must admit to never having seen Gossip Girl. This is gonna be a wild ride.

I've thought about it for exactly two seconds and have elected to do the following: five fun things that would happen in a Gossip Girl AU based solely on randomly selected episode titles from season one of the show, all of which I've never seen. Strap in, folks.

The Wild Brunch: Pez, a chaotic genius stuck in the confinements of compulsory education, has a mishap in the chem lab which results in a sentient sandwich. All the man wanted was a goddamn post-breakfast-pre-lunch grilled cheese, and now said grilled cheese is reciting Keats and crushing on the new kid from Texas. Pez names it 'Henry'.

Dare Devil: Nora dares Alex to eat the grilled cheese. Henry is horrified. Pez is entertained. Alex is keen, because it looks so tasty, but hesitant, because it looks so alive. June's book club comes to the rescue and grants Henry membership, which in turn grants him protection from being eaten under paragraph twenty-one of the school code of conduct: 'do not bite fellow members of extracurricular organisations.' Thank God for Theodore Wilkins in the class of 96' whose vampire phase left deep imprints on official regulations (and on Colin McMahon, the poor lad. He wore a lot of scarfs.)

Seventeen Candles: Alex turns seventeen. To celebrate, he and Nora break up and get back together again seventeen times - except the seventeenth time, they forget to get back together. Neither of them actually notice. Henry nearly eats himself from stress.

Roman Holiday: On a class trip to Europe, Pez mixes Henry up with an eerily similar garlic bread appetizer. The garlic bread does not recite Keats. Alex is beside himself but can't figure out why. Nora reveals herself to be a witch and summons Henry back from the buffet. Nobody is surprised by this development.

All About My Brother: Pez and Nora combine their sciency and witchy powers to transform Henry into a real boy who smells only vaguely of cheese. Alex is into it. So into it that he comes out to June a moment later, which annoys her seeing as she'd been about to come out to him and now he's stolen her thunder. June gets back at Alex by getting together with Nora, but is startled when this only makes him thrilled - so in an impressive display of commitment to the bit she dates Nora for a decade and then marries her. They have three children. Alex, meanwhile, asks Henry out by means of a message written in apricot jam on a whole wheel of brie. (Henry accepts.)

The end, I suppose! Gossip Girl. What a show, amirite?

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story!

[zestychili]

One whiff away

Summary: bean and Eddie spend an afternoon together and Eddie practices what he’s learned in school ☺️🥺💕 in this AU eddie goes to culinary school.

Authors note: this was written by me but certain parts were aided by an Al tool to improve story flow and dialogue flow. this is a tiny blurb that l've created, I have many more ideas if you guys want more please request or comment💕🥺.

Eddie had been practicing this dinner for weeks at school and it was time to make it at home. He had gone to the butcher early in the morning to pick out the perfect steaks for him and his beanie baby. He had spent hours researching the best way to season and cook them to perfection while he had free time. He loved putting the knowledge he learned in school to good use.

Eddie loved nothing more than coming home after a long day and seeing his little puppy, Bean, eagerly waiting for him at the door. He would pick her up and give her kisses, marveling at how tiny and adorable she was in his arms. These were the happiest and most tender moments of his day always.

Eddie was laying on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, resting his feet for a bit when Bean climbed onto his chest and snuggled into his neck. He smiled and petted her little head, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her furry body.

Bean nuzzled into his curly hair, and Eddie could feel her tiny breaths tickling his skin. He laughed softly and turned his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Bean, you really love my hair, don't cha?" Eddie said, amused.

Bean looked up at him with her big brown eyes and wagged her tail, letting out a little yap.

Eddie chuckled and petted her again, feeling her soft fur under his fingers. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I like having you around to snuggle into it," he said.

Eddie drifted off to sleep , Bean still snuggled up against him.

He woke up suddenly to the loud tv commercials and started to realize that Bean was still curled up against him, sleeping peacefully.

He smiled down at her and gently picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "You know Bean ,I think we make a pretty good team," he said softly.

Bean yawned and stretched, still sleepy from her nap. Eddie kissed her head and settled back onto the couch, feeling grateful for the love and companionship of his little puppy.

When Eddie looked at the clock it was 8:00 pm. He still had time to make some dinner now, he picked up his hair and stood in the kitchen with his apron on while the steaks were sizzling on the grill. He felt confident that they were going to turn out amazing.

Bean was curled up on the couch still, taking a nap after a long day of waiting for Eddie. But as the smell of the cooking steaks wafted through the air, her nose twitched and she lifted her head, sniffing the air. Her eyes slowly opened, and she sat up, stretching her little legs.

Eddie looked over at Bean and chuckled. "Looks like someone's hungry," he said, smiling. He walked over to the couch and scooped her up, holding her close to his chest. "You want to help me cook dinner, little one?"

Bean wagged her tail, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She loved spending time with Eddie, especially when he was in the kitchen. She knew that he always made something delicious, and she couldn't wait to see what he was cooking up this time.

Eddie carried Bean over to the kitchen counter and set her down on the floor. She immediately ran over to the grill, standing on her hind legs to peek over the edge. Eddie chuckled again and shook his head.

"Alright, alright, let's get to work," he said, grabbing a few spices from the cupboard. "First things first, we need to season these bad boys."

He sprinkled a generous amount of salt and pepper on the steaks, rubbing the spices into the meat with his hands. Bean watched intently, her little head cocked to the side.

"Next, we add some garlic powder and a little bit of cumin," Eddie said, grabbing the spices and adding them to the mix. "And just a touch of paprika for some extra flavor."

He flipped the steaks over on the grill, and the sizzling intensified. Bean's nose twitched again, and she licked her lips. Eddie chuckled.

"I know, I know, it smells amazing," he said, ruffling her fur. "But you'll have to wait a little longer, okay?"

Bean whined, but she knew better than to try and beg for food while Eddie was cooking. She watched as he checked the temperature of the steaks, making sure they were cooked to perfection.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Bean, Eddie announced that dinner was ready. He carefully plated the steaks and added a few sides of roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes.

Bean's mouth watered as she watched Eddie sit down at the table to eat. She sat at his feet, her eyes fixed on the steaks. Eddie smiled down at her.

"Sorry, little one," he said, holding out a small piece of steak. "This one's just for me. But I promise I'll make you something special tomorrow, okay?"

Bean licked his hand and wagged her tail, knowing that Eddie always kept his promises. She settled down on the floor next to him, content to just be close to her best friend as he enjoyed his dinner. Eddie couldn't help but smile at Bean's loyalty and love, and he made a mental note to spoil her with something special tomorrow.

[chaileaf]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

alias: chai pronouns: she/they age: twenty-two birthday: aug 18 (leo sun, aries moon, scorpio rising + infp) location: usa (est) favorites: sanrio, villains, collecting manga, eating ramen at my favorite restaurant downtown, doing tarot, and buying crystals.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

anime: haikyuu, demon slayer, fruits basket, nana, kamisama kiss, chainsaw man, inuyasha, my hero academia movies: howl's moving castle, house of thirteen ghosts, breakfast at tiffany's, your name, my neighbor totoro music: sza, doja cat, bad bunny, h.e.r., fuji kaze, stray kids, hozier, kehlani, nothing but thieves, fall out boy, mayday parade, prince hobbies: writing, painting, sketching in random notebooks, reading manga, listening to music, making playlists for people i love, going on drives to clear my head, reading tarot, getting tattoos or tattooing myself animals: fox, shiba inu, piebald python, raven, crow pokemon: sylveon, tinkaton, dragonite, ninetails, gengar, arcanine, cubone food: ramen with spam, grilled cheese, barbecue chips, garlic and cheese croutons, charcuterie boards, sushi with spicy crab or spicy tuna, takis drinks: tito's vodka with any redbull, strawberry ramune, spiced chai with milk and sugar my beloveds: howl jenkins pendragon, dabi, jin bubaigarawa, kuromi, my melody, shuntaro chishiya, hanma shuji, hua cheng, hatake kakashi, baji keisuke, shin-ah, beidou, zhongli, kazutora hanemiya, xiao, inuyasha, haku, nishinoya yuu, ryuguji ken, iguro obanai, nana osaki + nana komatsu, fatgum, kyoya otori, tohru honda, tomoe, sesshomaru, nanami momozono, odanna (kakuriyo), sniper mask, dio brando, yuuta okkotsu, sukuna, inosuke hashibira, nanami kento, mafuyu sato, angel devil, keigo takami, haruka hashida, aki hayakawa, xie lan, bokuto kotaro, kirishima eijiro, taketora yamamoto, fumikage tokoyami, inumaki toge, sanemi shinazugawa, + more ♡

hii! if you've made it this far, congrats! i really appreciate everyone who takes the time to visit this page. it means a lot to me when people try to get to know me, even if it's from something written in a post. i love making new friends, so feel free to shoot a message or send in an ask! i like to think i'm relatively friendly. ＼(＾▽＾)／

anyways, have a wonderful day or night wherever you are! if you ever need someone to get advice from or just talk to, i'm all ears. make sure you drink water, eat a meal, and take some time to take care of yourself. byeee~ ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[amazing-spiderling]

4 5 6 7 9 11 23 30: anything you're excited about?

4 mythical creature you think/believe is real?

like an all knowing all seeing all scritching super dog who is the goodest boy?

5 favorite form of potato?

There's a place in my hometown, a little diner that's only open for breakfast and lunch. Pancakes, biscuits and gravy, that kind of thing. Their hashbrowns are... special. I think what they do is boil whole potatoes, then when they're cooked through, they roughly chop them, maybe with a knife, or maybe even with a burger flipper on a flat top grill. They throw down some diced onions, garlic, herbs, and then a pile of these already cooked and chunked potatoes on top to let them get warm and develop some crusty bits and it is HEAVEN.

6 do you use a watch?

Only for fashion. I have some very pretty Korean watches that have little decorative miniature scenes on the face, like cafes with a cat in the window and such. I also have a neon blue calculator watch for when I'm feeling my 90's vaporwave self.

7 what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Jellies, probably? Otters if they have that kind of exhibit.

9 do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

Not much of a routine- but I have some cleansers and stuff. Honestly if I just feel like my face is kinda oily or I notice breakouts in trouble spots I will throw some onto a cotton pad and do a once over. I also have a facial cleansing soap that I use in the shower because it just makes it easier to remember. I only wear makeup once in a blue moon so I'm not fussed about taking it off on a daily basis etc.

11 anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

My love of comic books. A lot of my personal belongings didn't make the journey with me when I moved out of state after I got married, and I feel like as a kid my mom had a penchant for throwing away my weird stuff in the name of cleaning up. I do have some old books (just classics like Heidi and Black Beauty) but I never really thought of them as mine. When my parents died I did ask if I could take the dining room table just because of family dinner/sunday lunch memories, that kind of thing.

23 do you wear jewelry?

Most days, not even my wedding ring sdfsdf But when I do J-fashion activities, that's when I tend to accessorize. I do have some pairs of jazzy glasses though, and sometimes I throw on a cool headband. (Usually if my hair is wild)

30: anything you're excited about?

I'm currently working on a not-exactly-top-secret zine with my friends! It's a few months from publication, but people are starting to hand in their work and everything looks so good so far! I'm looking forward to the day we can share the result with everyone! :D

[possessed-nia]

thank you for the tag @thatgirlfromhotelcalifornia!!! luv u <3

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

could do lydia from beetlejuice but prolly the cartoon version, maybe misa from death note? or lidl grimes met gala 2018 x)

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

don't mind the ketchup and mayo, last time i cooked burgers i also added fresh garlic and some curry powder,was delicious. Also love the sauce in tasty cheese from mcdonald's!!Any veggies go for me (i do love some pickles), i don't think i have a preference in grilling but i don't like burger king one's, it feels like fake smoke

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

i would ask my president how he's doing honestly, he's been through a lot with the war, can't even imagine the stress he has

4. It’s your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

def trying out some food and it would mostly be a chill day,just look at what i have around the area i live

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

mandatory salty snacks!! can't go through a movie with just sweets and i do prefer more chips or popcorn

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

pop-up ads esp if they are in the middle of my screen or mess with the reading

7. What do you think Captain Hook’s name was before he had a hook for a hand?

captain annoying, i kinda hate looking at him dunno

8. Rock, paper, or scissors?

rock

9. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

not there yet

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

too loud especially if those are primarily kids' noises

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

honesty but not the one where they are being an asshole about it

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

tbh i see it not as the candy but those small chewing gums

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

in my native city it's def Cossacks Sich, love this place <3

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

mostly any that i'm not interested in and don't care to be interested in, could even be fandoms of my friends, i don't mind hearing about them occasionally bu i can't hold the convo for more than 5-10 mins

15. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test?

never done any heh

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

peanut butter and maybe salted caramel, but peanut butter alone would be enough

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

chips because i'm addicted to them

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

hm, i'll keep the 50 i think but also depends on my gambling mood :D

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

def tv, don't have any already

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/tv?

not from live action stuff is obviously matt from death note and i don't even wanna elaborate on that don't think i even have any dream char from any live action stuff

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

yes c:

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

just a translucent one with the green lid c:

dunno who to tag honestly, if you see this and want to do this feel free to put me as the one who tagged you <3

[gayandfullofdismay]

10 Questions

Tagged my @vyther15 :D

Rules: answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship: single

Favorite color: blue

Three favorite foods: biryani, shahi paneer, Costco turkey sandwiches (yes in that order)

Song stuck in my head: To all the boys I loved by Jax

Last thing I listened to: Fish in a Birdcage

Last google search: average paperback cost

Time: 7:30

Dream trip: every beach on the planet. Every. Single. One. Including natural lakes that I can go into. :))))))))) i like beaches..

Anything I really want: biryani, shahi paneer, paneer makhni, chicken enchiladas, four/five cheese pizzas, spinach and artichoke soufflés, buttered and pan made toast, rotisserie chicken, Costco turkey sandwiches, pesto grilled cheese sandwich, garlic bread, Olive Garden breadsticks, pasta with lots of tomato sauce, pasta with lots of garlic and seasonings, tortellini with lots of spinach and cheese stuffing, pumpkin ravioli, mushrooms, garlic shrimp-

(I can go on)

(This took me like 10 seconds. I can go on)

Currently reading: Lex Luthor’s Ascent From Villainy to Fatherhood by @halfagone on ao3 (read it!!!! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!)

Last song: Fish in a Birdcage (still the same lol)

Last movie: Enola Holmes (stop correcting to Ebola autocorrect T.T) or Do Revenge, can’t remember which I watched last (but godddd y’all watch do revenge nowhere near enough people ik have watched it it’s like my #1 movie I keep rewatching it and I HATE rewatching movies but the FORESHADOWING)

Last series: uhhhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Umbrella Academy? Maybe??

Sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet or spicy but NEVER both

Craving: See [anything I really want] for reference

Tea or coffee: neither

Currently working on: some woodcarving, poetry WIPs, and original story WIP

Tagging: @homo-sex-shoe-whale @hesayshesgotboyfriend @midnightlighthowlite @yeahletsdothat @clumsyelf @laughytaffythegrape @quietfinch

[crimsonmoonlite]

Beaufort Swan - Twilight - 18+ Omegaverse - 3. Garlic Infused Kisses

October 5th, 2022 7:01 PM    "I will be right there," Charlie said, and Beau stood up to follow his dad to the door. He had begged Charlie to reconsider Dinner with Edward, but he insisted it was tonight. "I am sorry, Boy... there has been a suicide at the harbor,"

   "What?"

   "I'll tell you later... Edward, Enjoy dinner with Beau. Since you two are adults, I can't tell you that you have a curfew," Charlie said, and Beau begged him not to embarrass him. "You can even stay the night on the couch since it's the weekend... but if I catch you in bed with-"

   "Dad!"

   "I have a pistol full of bullets with your name on it," Charlie kissed his son's forehead even though the boy was furious and redder than a cherry. Beau walked back to the table as Edward was smirking at him,

   "Not. A. Word." Beau nearly growled at Edward as he knew he was about to be teased for having an overprotective father. "So... what gave you this heart change?" Beau asked, dropping politeness now that his father wasn't at the table to tell him to behave, "I seemingly repulsed you the first time we met..."

   "Yeah, er... I am sorry. I didn't mean to lead you to think that. I have just been going through a lot," Edward said, and Beau raised an eyebrow, curious about the boy being honest and sincere with him. He sounded like an old Hollywood actor with the dialect he spoke, "Please, forgive me?" He asked with big eyes, making Beau smile small at him.

   "I think I forgave you when you saved my life,"

   "Sorry about your truck,"

   "It's fine... I needed to take it to La Push anyway,"

   "La Push? I am unaware of any shops there?"

   "Yeah, My dad's friend's son said he could fix it for me for free," Beau shrugged.

   "Are you aware of all of the bear attacks down there?"

   "Yeah, I will be fine," Beau scratched the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable seeing how intensely Edward looked at him.

   "Why don't you take it to my mechanic in Seattle... I'll pay for it,"

   "Edward, I don't want you to pay for it. Honestly, I don't want to be treated like a baby, and that's how everyone treats me." Beau rolled his eyes and stuffed some steak into his mouth.

   "I think I can understand that... does it still hurt?" Edward asked, pointing to Beau's sprained wrist in a cuff, trying to change the subject.

   "Yeah, It's fine. It just hurts at night," Beau poked at his steak as Edward looked at him. His stare was a little intense and made Beau's tummy flutter. It was almost like a glare. Edward tried to hear Beau's thoughts, but it wasn't working. "I am sorry for my Dad,"

   "It is okay. He loves you..." Edward said, cutting the rare steak that Charlie had grilled for him, then swallowing it like he didn't think it was disgusting. The Cullens didn't eat. They would pretend to eat and swallow to keep up appearances. "Where I am from... er, boys like you aren't very received well,"

   "Are you from Alabama?" Beau raised his eyebrow, making Edward chuckle. Beau had black hair, making his skin look porcelain, white, and silky. He had smudged eyeliner and black nails that most bigots would say make him look like a 'fairy,' but he just liked the alternative look. 

   Edward remembered it vividly because it was around the gothic phase in the 80s and when it came back in the 2000s. He hated it because everyone wanted to be vampires.

   "Chicago," He said, leaving out that it was 1901 Chicago.

   "Are you 'like' me?" Beau asks Edward if he is gay. He had been wondering since the guy had been looking at him with googoo eyes since he had saved him.

   "I don't know..." He said a little sultry that made Beau even more curious. Beau looked at him quizzically, "What are you thinking?" He blushed since he had relied so much on his powers for centuries. He had never met someone whom he couldn't tap into their thoughts.

   "You don't like the steak, do you?"

   "I... might be a vegetarian," He said, an inside joke that he would normally use with his 'siblings.'

   "Why didn't you tell us?"

   "I didn't want to trouble you," He shrugged as Beau grabbed Edward's plate, pulled out some lettuce to make a salad, and heated some mac and cheese in the oven. "You don't-"

   "It's fine. It will be ready in a couple of minutes," Beau shrugged, turning to see that Edward was inches away from him, cornering him against the counter. He was a foot taller than Beau. Usually, Beau wouldn't submit so fast, but something about Edward intrigued him.

   "Is this okay?" Edward asked, and Beau nodded, "Why can't I tell what you are thinking," He asked with compulsion dripping from him. He raised his eyebrows when he didn't see Beau's pupils dilate.

   "I am a complex guy,"

   "That you are..."

   "If you are afraid to kiss me... My dad isn't serious,"

   "I just didn't know if you wanted me to kiss you," He said. He could usually hear the girls he went on dates with thoughts so he wouldn't make them uncomfortable. "You have beautiful lips..." Edward said. His lips looked like they were stained with cherries. "That... was creepy, wasn't it,"

  "You haven't kissed a guy before, have you?" Beau asked as Edward shook his head. Beau rolled his eyes. "Let me brush my teeth. Dad thinks he is an iron chef and loads garlic on everything," Beau said, but then Edward cupped his face, leaning down to kiss him. 

   He was a little worried about his bad breath but quickly kissed Edward back as it seemed he didn't care. Edward abruptly pulled away and sneezed a couple of times, "Are you allergic to me?"

   "No, Garlic,"

   "What?"

   "It's fine... I am only intolerant," Edward shrugged, kissing Beau again. The shorter boy began to run his hand up Edward's legs before he was stopped. "Let's... go slow. I don't want to pressure you,"

   "I am not a virgin..." Beau said, and then Edward bashfully scratched the back of his head. Edward wasn't only a virgin. He was a 121-Year-Old Virgin. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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[speadrunner]

(Most of this is going off of the Patron Affection-)

Scorched Garlic reminds me of Pure Vanilla, except he’s more modern and just likes to relax and have a good time.

Grilled Tomato, my babygirl, definitely went through something horrifyingly traumatic and I feel so bad for her. I just want to shower her with care so that she doesn’t feel so snappy.

Shimmering Onion slightly reminds me of Muichiro Tokito and Toge Inumaki: he’s a very unbothered fella who I’m super confident is extremely strong. He’s also my best friend, it’s canon.

Bubbling Oil just oozes “cinnamon roll” and I know that has to be on purpose because look at her: she will literally not harm a fly. She’s the one to just be standing there casually as over time a bunch of critters surround her and make this serene scene with her at the center.

Powdered Basil, babygirl, he’s not used to love or emotions, is he? Poor guy, he needs more affection and that’s a command. I think daily hugs and words of encouragement would make him less tense.

Wild Basil though….I am not sorry…WHO’S A GOOD BOY, WHO’S A GOOD BOY? YOU ARE, YES YOU ARE!! I know he will hate being patronized like that, but I feel that he wants to still be showered with affection like that

Quick question, what’s y’all’s opinion on the patrons + powdered/wild basil?

[tozettastone]

Surprisingly, Hidan is a way, way better cook than Kakuzu, but neither one of them gives a single solitary shit about food hygiene. That's pretty bad. Hidan is personally mutating a new strain of salmonella in his own blood stream as we speak and it is resistant to not just antibiotics but also to, like, bleach.

Kakuzu's favourite food is "shit that's free," so he can cook but he's not good at it, he doesn't like it, and he's so old fashioned that his idea of spiced food means adding garlic.

Pein's body is dead and it is best that Nagato does not try to add comestibles. This was learnt the hard way.

I love the fanon that Itachi cannot cook for shit. It is cute when highly competent murderers lack basic life skills, in its way. I also like the fanon that he likes sweets. Please, give this boy some candy. Extremely cute, I am adopting the concept into all my fics.

(I think Sakura should be a bad cook too. Just saying. Kakashi is the best cook on their team, followed, bizarrely, by Sasuke.)

Zetsu doesn't need to eat cooked food but he does like to put the big fleshy leaves of pak choi on the grill and watch them shrivel and spit. Hours of entertainment before he consumes his real food, which is raw people.

Konan has a full complement of normal adult skills. She could even call up the energy company and set up a payment plan in a sudden moment of financial uncertainty, if she needed to. She can definitely cook and she will absolutely not cook for you or anyone else.

Kisame's food comes out over-salted a lot, but then, his body is well equipped to rid itself of the excess. Food he cooks is fast, and often bold and bright: chilli, acid, sweet fruit, savoury meat. He likes to stare at an unnerved team mate across a camp fire as the juices spill from between his sharp teeth and drip off his chin. Don't let him get started on the shark womb murder thing. He just likes to watch people get nervous.

Deidara thinks he likes hot chilli more than he does. This is the kind of man who uses two ghost chillies when he probably wants one habanero. He is so smart and he literally never learns. It's infuriating.

Sasori doesn't cook so much as concoct, but when he's not hosing industrial lube in his mouth sometimes he likes to funnel poison in there instead. It usually tastes good—the poisons are often sweet. It's the antidotes that taste universally horrible.

[mochie85]

Positions

Chapter 6 of my Mayari series.

Mayari Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: While you're making breakfast for the team, Loki finally decides to make a move. A/N: This is the one that started it all. It started my writing journey and inspired me to write the rest of this series. I had never thought to put my feelings and imagination on paper/keyboard before. This is the final draft of my first post, which you can find here. I changed some things, polished it a bit, and added a different ending. Let me know in the comments which version you liked better. *This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist could be found here on Spotify. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Fluff with humor.

‘Heaven sent you to me. I’m just hopin’ I don’t repeat history.’

You weren’t usually the first one up in the morning. Sam and Steve would routinely go out for their morning run by 7. Tony would be in his lab, along with Bruce, inventing the next great technology for mankind, you’re sure. That is if they even slept the night before. Usually, Vision would be there as a soundboard for the two to bounce ideas off of.

Yet this morning, he is here with Wanda helping you cook breakfast for the team. It’s a usual tradition every Sunday that you had inadvertently started. FRIDAY was usually blasting music through the speakers and you loved dancing and singing while cooking. You marveled at Tony’s state-of-the-art kitchen. You would never have had this back home.

Granted, you had a village back home where the people often made offerings to you and your sister, the two deities who reside on the floating island. Now and then, you did come down to be with the people of the village. You found that people either stayed away from the fear of you or got closer to worshiping you and your sister. And it was one of these followers where you had learned to cook. You had missed that family connection with your sister being so far away.

So one Sunday, when you were making yourself a traditional breakfast from back home; scrambled eggs, garlic fried rice, and Longanisa, Wanda had stumbled in sniffing the air like a cartoon following the enticing scent of your cooking. You had made plenty to share, so you made her a plate to join you. Soon after, people trickled in to investigate where the aroma was coming from. A home-cooked meal, I guess, is a novelty around here.

You shared whatever you had left and promised to make more the next week. And boy did they keep you to that promise. You had made eggs, bacon, and pancakes. In another week, you had prepped an omelet-making station the day before so everyone could get custom omelets.

Word must’ve gotten out because soon, you were seeing new people join you on Sundays. Peter loved your blueberry muffins and would try to sneak some out with his backpack. Scott and Hope were visiting one time and you had made your traditional breakfast again for them. They said it reminded them of home in the Bay Area where they would frequent this tiny mom-and-pop restaurant.

You considered food to be your love language. Surely it was okay to feel a little pride and selfishness when the team complimented you on your cooking.

‘Boy, I’m tryna meet your mama on a Sunday. Then make a lotta love on a Monday.’

So here you were in front of a giant grill standing next to Wanda. She oversaw the eggs, and you were cooking the bacon. Vision was juicing oranges on the island counter behind you two. You loved spending time with the two of them. It was heartwarming to watch the two of them together, talking, hugging, or looking at each other when the other wasn’t watching. It gave you hope that one day you could find someone that looks at you the way Vision looks at Wanda.

It was nearing eight and people were starting to trickle in from various places of the tower. You grabbed a slice of bread from the counter behind you, slathered some butter, and slapped it on the grill to toast it.

“Do you want some toast?” You asked Wanda.

“Nah, I’m gonna wait for the pancakes. Thanks”

“I can get started on those pancakes if you want?” Sam offered walking in from his run with Steve. As he washed his hands, you pulled the toast from the grill and heard Thor exclaim, “Smells delicious. I cannot wait for this feast.”

Thor and Loki had walked in wearing light armor. So they must’ve just gotten back from training downstairs. And if your eyes had stayed a little too much longer on Loki, you can’t be blamed. He had his hair tied in a small bun. And you can just imagine grabbing that bun lose while you kiss him feverishly. As if he could read your thoughts, he looked up at your eyes and you sheepishly looked away. Shit, I got caught.

“Well you’re going to have to wait just a little bit longer,” you said recouping from your ordeal. You took a bite of your toast, leaving it in your mouth so that your hands could be free to plate the bacon you had been cooking.

‘Switchin’ the positions for you.’

You turned to put the plate on the table but were stopped by Loki standing in front of you. He gingerly took the plate from your hands and, mischievously, bent down and took a bite off the toast that had been hanging from your lips. He gave you a wink, as he chewed. He spun around and made his way to the table a smug grin growing on his face.

‘Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom.’

You were frozen in place, not sure what had happened. His face had been so close to yours that the tips of your noses nearly touched. The heat had crept up your whole body. The toast almost fell from your lips, but you caught it in time before it fell to the floor. You turned back to the grill embarrassed hoping to hide your blush from any onlookers that might’ve caught the exchange, but Sam had already taken your place on the grill to make the pancakes.

You wondered if anyone had seen what just happened? What do you do? Do you say something? Do you keep quiet? God, why can’t I be cool or witty and come up with something awesome to say. Trying to recover, you made your way to the island counter to help Vision with the juice.

‘Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do. That I won’t do, switchin’ for you.’

“Did you see that?” Sam asked Wanda quietly. “Mhmm,” she grinned. Sam chuckled, “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

“Brother,” Thor whispered to Loki. “Leave her be.” “I don’t think I want to. I like seeing her reactions to my teasing,” Loki responded.

“Then you better do something soon. She’s resourceful and brave in battle. Very worthy attributes that are sought out by many. Especially here in the tower.” Thor said, sneaking a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“I am looking for a companion, not a war general. Wait, who else has noticed her?”

“Who else is unattached?”

“I don’t care about the personal lives of the people on this team, how should I know who has a significant other?” Everyone seemed like an enemy suddenly, coming to take what was his. He looked at you then, on the kitchen counter helping Vision juice some oranges. The beautiful blush had crept up your neck and was still on your dimpled cheeks. Is it that android? Loki wondered. Just then, Wanda had looked up at Vision smiling and he bent down to kiss her. Ok, not Vision.

People started to rally around the dining table. Some went to help with the cooking. Others went to pour some coffee. Loki eyed each one of them suspiciously.

“Agent Barton?” Loki murmured to Thor.

“Has a wife and three kids,” Thor answered.

“Really?!” Loki said incredulously. He eyed Bruce getting coffee. “Banner?”

“No! I mean, really brother! This is why you need to start socializing.”

“I’m not one for gossip.” Unless it helps me in any way. He then saw Tony climbing down the stairs from his lab. Loki let out a disgruntled sigh. “Oh Norns, it’s not Stark, is it?”

“No! He has Lady Pepper.” Thor strained quietly, grabbing another piece of bacon and putting it into his mouth. “I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned me yet.” He said with a wink and a smirk.

If looks could kill, they say, it would probably look like the death glare Loki had on Thor right now. “You. Have. Jane.” Loki said with a low growl.

“Ah! So you do care about someone’s personal life.” Thor said cheekily, punching Loki’s shoulder. Loki looked like he was ready to cut off that hand. Just then Sgt. Barnes had walked in from the bedroom hallway rubbing his eyes. He smiled at you as you handed him a fresh cup of orange juice.

The Soldiers! Of course, it was the soldiers. Loki quickly glanced at Thor, and he gave a knowing nod, confirming that The Winter Soldier was looking to court you. Loki suspected something of his attraction to you for a while. He knew that you were close to Barnes. Barnes is very protective of you whenever you have missions together. That was the only reason why Loki was at ease whenever you did have missions with him. The fact that Barnes will undoubtedly watch your back.

Then Loki looked at Wilson, who was still at the griddle, and back to Thor. Thor shook his head, ‘no’. Then, Steve Rogers walked in and greeted everyone with a good morning. Loki looked back at Thor, and Thor gave one of those scrunched-up faces tilting his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. Loki couldn’t help but run his hands through his face then up through his hair, messing up his bun. Loki heard you giggle at something Barnes had said. You were supposed to be his happy girl, not Barnes. Not anyone else’s.

Everyone started sitting down now, plates and utensils were passed. Food was disappearing and the team was complimenting you on the food. “It was all Wanda and Sam, I just cooked the bacon,” you said.

“There was bacon?” Tony asked.

“Yes! It was delicious.” Said Thor, stuffing pancakes into his mouth. You laughed as Tony glared at Thor.

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