#i need to get ground chicken next week and try cooking it with that

[wkiwf]

i have class tomorrow... we live in such an evil world

[devoutekuna]

Cooking with him.

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He can cook but chooses not to, why would he cook if he has a personal chef to himself. Stood in the kitchen as he searched for some fruit, daughter tracing the markings he had on his legs. "Daddy lets cook for mama" the thought of spending time with her father was the only reason she wanted to cook. "No" a straight no, she knew that he'd need some convincing though.

"But, I've seen mummy and Uraume cook, I can do it!" Grabbing onto his leg as he tried to walk off, acting as if she was too heavy to kick off. "No you can't! Your incapable of cooking" Looking down at the pink haired girl staring so profusely up at him, doing her puppy eyes which would win anyone over.

Cutting up a few onions from the dish, sat ontop of the counter as she placed the onion in her lap, knife inches away from her thigh. "Don't do that, it's stupid" putting the onion and knife on the table so that he could place her on the stool. "Don't be stupid" stood right beside her as she cut it up, it was going so painfully slow,he was starting to get tired especially since she had two more to go. Having the dismantle technique, of course he's gonna use it to his advantage, throwing the onion up in the air as it sliced, leaving diced cubes along the counter top. "Awe, you got it all over the counter daddy" trying to brush the vegetable into a pile. "Shut up, you were going to slow."

Nanami-

An expert as he cooks most nights, especially when your too tired to prepare meals for the week, it was a simple task to him. "Lemme help you papa!" Hands making it onto the counter as he kneaded the dough, eyes sticking up from behind the counter. Glancing down and the blonde realising she was on a stool, no wonder she got so tall, already got her hair tied back into a ponytail and apron on. "I'm almost done darling" he felt a bit bad but he was so busy so he wanted to finish this quickly.

"Please!" Her crys, only convincing him that she should help him, all he had to do was cook the rice after washing it and cook the chicken. "I mean, you can do the rice?" He didn't trust her much with food since he knew that she was just a toddler and would make a mess.

"Uh oh" seeing the rice poured down the drain, all of it in the sink rather than the bowl. Atleast half of it going through the drain pipe already. "What happened here?" It was bound to happen, he tried not to act annoyed but he definitely was.

Gojo-

He doesn't know anything about cooking since he rarely cooked for himself, if he did it would just be a precooked meal.

"Right, how small am I cutting this?" Glancing at you for some guidance here, a look of distraught and confusion on his face as she saw what he would be cutting up next. He was tasked with all the vegetables since you thought it would be easier for him rather than the meat which you tasked your son with. "Dice it Satoru" looking over his shoulder as you inspected how small it should be.

"Hurry up! Mum says the vegetables go in before the chicken!" He clearly took his father's personality when it came to patience. "I'm trying my best here!" Though he says that he's good at everything, he was horrible when it came to food. Grabbing another knife from the drawer as you helped him out, you were hungry and wanted food already.

Geto-

He was smart about it, giving her an easy task like stirring the pot, somehow she messed that up, hearing the clutter of a pot hitting the floor, body in the fetal position as she looked at the mess. "Uh oh" the sound of his daughter's voice made him respond quickly, hands on his hips as he scanned the mess on the ground, food spilled all over the floor, boiling water all over his new tiles too. "Sorry papa" feeling a bit bad for the mess. "It's fine" it clearly wasn't as that was one of the main dishes. "As long as you aren't hurt then we're good" nodding her head in response.

Toji-

"Your lucky I can't find my wallet" stuck cutting up some potatoes into long rectangular shapes. His daughter clearly was enjoying this, pouring a bottle full of oil into the pan. "No! That's too much baby" taking the bottle from her hands as she giggled, watching as the oil started to splatter up into his face, throwing a lid onto the pan.

"Turn it down!" Shouting at him, she had seen you do this multiple times, so she acted like the boss when it came to cooking. "It's on the lowest heat!" Going back to the cutting of the potatoes. "Hurry up daddy!" Slapping his leg as she jumped up and down, it was her first time being allowed in the kitchen whilst someone was cooking, let alone helping them.

It was a few minutes after he poured the potatoes into the pan, he didn't know anything about making chips so it was a new experience for him. "You took too long! Mummy woke up" she wanted to surprise you with her cooking skills, making you a plate of chips before you woke up.

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Vulnerable

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Sickfick :p, mention of fainting,sick Minho :(

Fluff, not proofread

Trying to post more frequently 🫡

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Minho always presented himself as tough and strong, whenever his soft side came out it would be treasured knowing the next time would be in ages. Minho hated being vulnerable, he didn't ever want to be seen as weak so whenever he was in pain he'd keep it to himself

What Minho also loved was being a hard worker, he would work as hard as he could, push himself as far as he can. He is not one to dissapoint. This only becomes an issue when he is in need of help but too stubborn to ask for it, he'd try and gaslight himself into thinking he's fine when in reality all he wants is to be cuddled and taken care of

Minho had fallen sick a few days ago, but he refused to slack off, he had many things on his to-do list and the group had to work hard for an upcoming album there's no way he could just take a break! Even though he felt light headed as he danced, he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

It began to worry you as you noticed Minho has been acting different, he'd always grab onto something every time he got up, staring off into space whenever he was doing something. You knew Minho was overworking himself, I mean this isn't the first time this has happened. But, this time it's different, he seems off.

You tried to talk to him about it but it only resulted in him saying 'I'm fine' or 'I'm just tired'. Minho only seemed to get worse only stressing you out even more, you told him many times to take care of himself and give himself a break but it was like talking to a wall ; he'd never listen.

One day, Minho stumbled into your shared apartment, he barley made it into the bedroom before he started feeling dizzy, stars corrupting his vision. Before he even knew it he collapsed on the hard cold floor a loud bang spreading throughout the house. This startled you and distracted you from whatever you could've been doing

You rushed to see what happened and your eyes found a tired Minho laying on the ground. Gasping, you lifted him up off the floor quickly laying him on the bed he was probably aiming for when he entered

"Oh, Minho what happened? Minho? Can you hear me?"

Minho eyes slowly fluttered open, he seemed to be a bit confused. What happened? Did he faint?

"What happened sweetheart? How are you feeling now? Are you hot? "

You put your hand on his forehead, frantically checking his temperature, you were worried sick about him and this just set you even more off edge

"What happened" Minho mumbled softly

"You collasped Minho! What's going on with you?"

Minho sighed as he recalled the past week, he stayed up late at night doing dance practice beside the fact he could barley breathe.

"I-i'm just a bit sick, I'll be fi-"

"Don't even try saying you'll be fine when you just fainted do you think I'm an idiot?You're obviously too sick to be overworking yourself, I'm taking care of you until you get better"

Minho was too weak to refuse and he let you transfer him onto the couch and cover him in fluffy blanket,turning on the TV for him and cooking him some chicken noodle soup.

You spoon-fed him the warm broth before feeding him some medicine,he kept on turning his head and whining about having to eat the medicine,saying it taste like feces and he'd rather lick the bottom of a shoe.

You both cuddled up together,with your eyes stuck on the television you failed to notice Minho dozing off on your chest. But once you did your eyes sparkled with awe, he looked so delicate, soft even. His pink lips were slightly parted exposing his cute bunny teeth.

He is oh so perfect

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Haven't posted in a while😞,but this month I swear I'll try my best

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[kraeted]

COINTAINS: sawamura daichi + fem reader + minors do not interact + fluff + suggestive content

PART OF THE FIRSTS SERIES | daichi comes home to you for the first time after being in a long distance relationship

When Daichi came home to you for the first time, for a moment he had forgotten you moved in. Instead of stepping into a dark, soulless apartment, he was met by the living room’s light illuminating the hallway wall, the many different aroma’s of your cooking and the distant sizzling of chicken being fried. It only took a moment more for the realization to set in and even with the exhaustion of his workday wearing him down, a smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

Daichi found you in the kitchen, at the stove with your headphones on, completely oblivious to his presence. He leaned against the doorframe and his smile grew wider, watching you softly sing and sway to your music. You had gotten comfortable, wearing a hoodie he wore the day before and a pair of black shorts he hadn’t seen before. He was finally able to experience all of you and live the candid moments the long distance had robbed him from.

“I’m home!” He said for the first time and although it sounded foreign, nothing felt more right.

You perked up and turned around as you pushed your headphones behind one of your ears. “Finally!” Your face lit up and you quickly turned down the heat of one of the pans on the stove, before skipping over to your boyfriend.

With you starting your new job two weeks later and no friends in the area (yet), there wasn’t much to do besides doing chores around the house and getting familiar with your new neighborhood.

“Welcome home.” You took his face into your hands, pulling him into a kiss.

Daichi embraced your waist, pulling you closer and deepened the kiss with a hum. It was easy to get lost in your touch. The years of yearning and finally having you made him long for more.

He moved his hands down your body and grabbed a hold of where your ass and thighs met. You let out a giggle in surprise when he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his hips.

“Missed me that badly, hm?” You asked amused as your arms encircled his neck.

He kissed the side of your face. “Been thinking,” he slowly worked his way down your jaw, “about you,” to your neck, ignoring your chuckles and squirming, “all day.”

“You’re going to have to think about me some more,” you pulled your face away from his affections and nodded towards the stove, “I need to finish cooking.”

“It can wait.” He stared at you through half lidded eyes. “Just turn it off.”

The unashamed lust in his eyes, the faint cologne still clinging to him, the way he wanted you— it was tempting, he was tempting, but nothing would come in the way of making your first meal together absolutely perfect.

You kissed him once more and quickly pulled away. “Give me a few more minutes.” You told him, lowering your feet to the ground.

“Alright.” Daichi smiled softly. For you he could wait forever.

He let go of you and you walked back to the stove. You grabbed a fork from the counter and beckoned him over. “You need to taste something for me.”

“I’ll never say no to that.” He joined you at the kitchen counter, quickly washing and drying his hands.

You dipped the fork into one of the three pans, wiped off the excess sauce of the meat against the side and blew on it until the steam dissipated. You held it out to Daichi and he took it in his mouth. You watched him closely as he chewed. You could tell he wasn’t used to the foreign flavors, his face twisting with surprise and curiosity. Ultimately, he nodded approvingly.

“Good, isn’t it?” You grinned. He opted not to speak with his mouth full, but his reaction was confirmation enough. “It’s that recipe of my mom’s I told you about. It’s nothing compared to hers, but still pretty good.”

“If this is nothing, I need to try hers.”

“We should visit her together next year,” you suggested, dipping into the pan to get a piece of your own, “she barely cooked for me anymore before I left, but when she has someone to impress she’ll go all out.”

Daichi leaned against the counter with a chuckle. “She sounds just like my mother.”

You laughed with him, recalling the first time you visited his mother years ago. Daichi was just as surprised by the amount of cooking his mom had done as you were. You ended up with the leftovers, which you ate for the rest of the week.

You lowered the heat on the meat even more and blew on the piece on your fork, closing the pan to let it simmer. You sighed satisfied at the burst of flavor melting against your tongue. As you chewed, you walked up to your boyfriend and swallowed.

You hooked your fingers through Daichi’s belt loops and held his gaze with a smile. “We have about,” you paused and feigned a calculation, “let’s say, ten minutes before it’s done. You think that’s enough for you?”

Daichi failed at suppressing his smile and leaned forward, your lips only an inch apart. “That’s plenty.”

[iicheeze]

How to live a normal high school life while also being kind to people Guide 101 ♡

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS GUIDE IS SUPPOSEDLY TO LIVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, NOT ATTRACT A POTENTIAL LOVESICK PERSON STALKING YOU JUST BECAUSE OF ONE SIMPLE ACT OF KINDNESS!

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, and murder.

pairing: Yandere Dainsleif x Gender Neutral Reader

This is an inspiration to the game The HappyHills Homicide.

Step 1 : Do NOT stand out, do not socialize or interact with popular students. Do not dress up differently than the others. Do not act as if you're a headless chicken. If so, you will attract attention.

You've always wanted to live a normal high school life. Just a few friends, some homeworks here and there, and not attracting attention. Middle school hit you HARD. So you basically crave not getting attention.

Step 2 : Do not be afraid to socialize as well. Remember, you're trying to live a normal high school life. Being alone will also potentially attract attention. You don't want to be called the quiet kid, do you?

It's day four in your first week of high school, and congrats! You got yourself a friend. Her name is Xiangling. She's very passionate about cooking, though, she could be a little handful at times. But she's a very good friend other than that! (Plus, her cookings taste delicious. But, we don't include that.)

Step 3 : Remember, be kind to others. Whether they deserve it, or not. You don't wanna stoop to their level. Assert dominance by being fair. And by fair, I mean kind.

It's now week three of your high school, and you noticed an.. outcast? Of some sort. You heard that he was from a dirty land, and has a weird mask on his left eye. Saying that he doesn't deserve anything good coming to him. All you hear about him are just mocks and insults. You couldn't help but be sorry for him.

Step 4 : Do NOT befriend the outcast of your school. That will instantly put a spotlight on your head. Obviously you'll become a source of attention, and not a very good one either. After all, they ARE the outcast for a reason.

“ H - Hi! I noticed that you always come here at lunch time. AND- AND! In case you're wondering, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just wondering if you need a little company. You've.. always seemed lonely. ”

Step 5 : Remember to raise your hand at times in class so you don't get targeted by teachers. Don't answer too many questions, though. Otherwise your class will view you as the smart kid, when in reality, you're just paying attention to the teacher's explanations.

“ Hey, Dain! Do you know the answer to this one? I uhm.. Answered a question like this in class but I forgot.. ” You scratched the back of your head, sweat dropping. “ It's 46. ” Dain responded, not bothering too nervous to look at you. “ Oh, right! Thanks! You're always so smart, next time, I'll be the one answering the question you don't know the answer to! ”

Step 6 : In any way possible, avoid to get one of the important roles in any high school event. Just be a bystander. You're living a normal high school life, not an attention deprived high school life.

“ Dain! Do you um.. Maybe want to go to prom with me? Xiangling's too busy to come and.. I don't wanna go to prom alone. ” Seriously? You're asking him to prom? Him? The outcast? “ I'm.. sorry. But I'll have to decline. ” A frown then appeared at your face, disappointed. “ I'm not fond of attention. But.. We could maybe dance.. At my place. If you insist. ” Looks like you're getting the dance, just not at school grounds.

If you're doing this guide correctly. Congratulations! You now have yourself a normal, average high school life! Free from any kinds of attention! If you aren't, clearly you did at least one step wrong. Oh well, can't reverse it now.

Dainsleif already knew what he was gonna get into. He knew that he's always gonna be the outcast, no matter how many times he transferred to another school. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. If he's getting educated, then it's better than nothing.

But then, you appeared. It was a bright, hopeful light in his dark, twisted world. But he doesn't know what kind of a person you are. He has met many, many people. Obviously you're just gonna stab him in the back, make up some stupid, untruthful rumors about him.

But you didn't, he even stalked observed you. Yet, you didn't do anything his mind imagined. You were just a kind, pure soul. Untainted from the ugly, dirty world he belongs.

Yet, he wonders. Why? Why are you giving him your kindness? Your time? Your warmth? He believes that he is a stained, dirty soul. He was born in a dirty land, after all. So why?

He couldn't take it. He really can't. You felt like a drug to him. Each time he spent his time with you, each food he shared together with you, each touch he shared with you. It felt like ecstasy. So addicting, so joyful. So warm.

He couldn't help but feel the need to protect you. The world could destroy your fragile soul so easily. It went to the point where he felt like it's not a want anymore. It's a need. He has to protect you. He will protect you.

After all, that's what he's doing when he's burning one of the jocks in his school that was bothering you to help him. He's protecting you. It's alright, right?

After all, it's necessary for him to shoot the teacher who's always done nothing but give him false information as ‘ proper education ’ with a crossbow multiple times to his body as he begs for mercy. He's protecting you, you could've been the teacher's next victim if he transferred to another school.

Even though he used to feel dirty, to have blood on his hands. He doesn't, not anymore. Not when you gave him your sweet smile. Not when you embrace him to a hug. Not when you spend time with him, not caring for a single thing in the world. Just him and you. Just him and you. Just him. And you.

He made a promise to himself to get rid of anyone in his way just to finally be with his beloved.

“ Soon. ” Dainsleif muttered, wiping the fingerprints off the machete his classmate owned. Not bothering to clean the blood off the same machete. “ We'll be together soon, my love. ”

“ Once I finish repenting from my ‘ sins’ .. Only then will I be worthy to be seen as your partner. ” A sick, twisted smile came into the view. As he finally finishes the bloody writing on the wall.

‘ I AM RETRIBUTION. ’

Author's Note: I like HappyHills Homicide ^^

[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 4: Simple Life

Warnings: Language?

Chapter Notes: Shampoo bottles, am-i-right?

Synopsis: Johnny's gone and Simon learns that he's not the only one who's grieving his loss so deeply. In their ruthless hunt for Makarov, the hunters become the hunted and the team is driven to ground. Simon should know better but he's got nowhere else to run. Nowhere but a small white wash cottage in the Orkney Isles. Johnny'd just have to forgive him for knocking on her door. He'd have to forgive him for a lot of things.

<- Chapter 3 - Chapter 5 ->

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One Week Later

Simon stood at the kitchen sink, narrow eyes watching as she fed her chickens while he nursed a fresh, hot cup of tea. The early morning sun breaking over the horizon and lighting her hair up like it was on fire. He’d slept straight through that first day and into the second night… only to wake up in a daze on the second morning to the smell of hot cooked oats and bacon… the sound of a kettle going off and the low din of a radio broadcasting the weather.

Simple things for her simple life. He barely fit inside the shower, had to duck under the shower head just to wash his hair… and damn near knocked her shampoo bottles off the shelf at least three times before he gave up and just set them outside the stall and onto the floor. Her house wasn’t built for a man, not really. He saw that in the bright morning light when he sat at the small kitchen table and sipped his tea.

She came right out and asked if he brought trouble to her door. “Probably.” He’d said, honestly. She had chewed on her lower lip, her arms crossed over her chest, a large flannel shirt – much too large for her – holding her together in the then overcast morning light. The shirt was probably Johnny’s.

He’d stared at the glint of the slender gold wedding band she still wore… and avoided her gaze when she leaned down, her hands settled on the table to try and catch his eye. Tell me the truth, Simon. You runnin’ from the same fuckers that put holes in my Johnny? He winced around his eyes before he flicked them up to hold hers… and he saw… more than he cared to. He saw pain… dull and old but still there… but more than that… he saw worry. Not just worry over herself, either.

And much to his horror… he found himself telling her everything. From start to finish. All of it. When he was done, she was sitting in the chair across from him… fingers barely covering her mouth as she breathed shallowly… fear making the tendons in her neck flex. Price and Kyle? They’re okay, though, right? Simon lifted a shoulder just enough to indicate movement. They’re okay. She said after a beat, as if she were convincing them both.

His eyes had drifted, staring off into middle space when he felt her cool fingers on the back of his hand lightly. The barest of touches but it still startled him. You’re okay, too. That’s all that matters. She was on her feet, clearing away dishes in the next heartbeat. And she just left him sitting there wondering what the fuck she meant by that. Bed’s yours as long as you need it. Though, he didn’t sleep in it again. It only took him realizing that it was the only bedroom in the house for him to wage a silent protest and dig his heels in over the fact that he would be sleeping on the couch. Period.

Now… he watched her do her morning chores… while he finished his tea. Then… he’d get started on repairing one of the dry-stone fences in the rear of her property. There were a lot of little projects like that… things that just piled up. Things he could do. Things that would keep his mind blank and his body tired.

[ophexis]

Redguard Rice time!

Hello! It's been one hell of a few weeks but I did in fact make the Redguard Rice last week lmao. And had the leftovers today!

"Alright friends, let's get cooking!"

So this recipe was a first for many things! First time cooking with wild rice, first time cooking with lamb, and first time using molasses in something like this.

You start off with butter and onions, a classic. You get them nice and soft with some browning. I used way more onion than called for because onions are delicious. Then you add the ground lamb! It has a very "barn" aroma lmao.

You then add spices! This uses hot paprika, coriander seeds, molasses and chicken broth. Now I couldn't find hot paprika at all, so the plan was to use a little less paprika, and fill in the rest with cayenne pepper. But I kinda blacked out while putting in the paprika and instead I put twice as much paprika as the recipe asks for lmao. Then I still added some cayenne peppers. More paprika can't go too wrong. I also had ground coriander instead of whole seeds so I looked up ratios and used that! (I was also worried than coriander seeds would taste like coriander which I don't like!!!)

Once your stuff is seasonned, you add the rice and cook! I've never worked with wild rice before, and I'm pretty sure mine came out undercooked, oops. When I had the leftovers, I reheated them for like 10 mins in some extra boiling water and it really helped the texture.

This recipe is in the "sides" category, and it does feel a tad incomplete on its own so I steamed some brocoli (because life is hard and I couldn't bring myself to prep more veggies for the side) and added them to my plate. The recipe serves this with parsley, so I sprinkled dried parsley flakes that I had!

It came out pretty well, despite the slightly undercooked rice lol. The lamb flavor was very strong, so if you don't like lamb I would recommend just using a different protein, I'm sure it will work fine! I didn't hate it but if I was to remake this I'll probably just use beef or pork, which is also way easier to find (and probably cheaper) but it was worth it to try something new! I still have molasses and wild rice so I'll probably try it with pork soon.

This was pretty nice! New flavors, and it's easy to make as it only needs a single pot! And seems easy enough to customise to your tastes! Not a huge fan of lamb alas.

For some reason the recipe doesn't call for salt or pepper, but I did add salt to mine. And next time I think I would try to add garlic. (I don't remember if it had garlic but I feel like it didn't....).

If I was to rate it against the one other recipe I made from that cookbook though, the orsimer venison wins by a landslide haha. But I'm looking forward to trying this one again!

Thanks for your patience if you were one of the few looking forward to this!! Last few weeks have been a lot (Got sick! Changed projects at work!) and my mood has been a rollercoaster (downward) but I'd like to make a new poll for the next cookbook soon hopefully!

[meadowmines]

OC-Tober/Tojoctober Day 15: Trash

This here's A-kun, the boss starts, and Aoyagi tries not to roll his eyes because he knows what always comes next: I found him in the trash behind the Wild Jackson fightin' a raccoon over a chicken wing.

It's not that far from the truth. Now that he knows Kamurocho better, Aoyagi can safely say the boss probably didn't find him behind a Wild Jackson. He remembers smelling cooking meat, and guesses it was probably over somewhere by Kanrai. And he wasn't in the trash, more like the trash can he'd swung at someone's head with the last of his strength still had some stuff in it and some of it ended up on him. And it wasn't a raccoon, it was... he's still not sure how many guys there were. The boss says two of them were already on the ground when he pulled up. Aoyagi thinks it would have been too many of them to handle alone on his best day, much less...

Never mind that. He doesn't want to think about it.

The point is, the fighting-a-raccoon story isn't that far from the truth, but it's a lot funnier, and Aoyagi might roll his eyes whenever the boss trots it out but deep down, he appreciates it.

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"I'm just sayin, it ain't right to keep a man cooped up like this."

Aoyagi freezes halfway up the stairs to the rooftop and listens. Okay. Wow. Yeah, Chiba said he'd try and talk the boss into taking him off house arrest but man, he didn't really expect the guy to go to bat for him like this.

"Who do ya think'd even be after him? Sugihara practically had to dig him outta the trash!"

Despite knowing how awkward it would be if he were caught eavesdropping, Aoyagi snorts out a soft, humorless laugh. The irony is not wasted on him, how the bo--how Majima used to tell everyone he'd found Aoyagi in the trash behind the Wild Jackson, and now... well, now someone really did find Aoyagi in the trash somewhere, and Majima's the one who put him there.

"That was a week ago and ya ain't heard so much as a blip on the radar since," Chiba goes on. "You said it yourself. Far as any Tojo man oughta know, he's dead."

"And it's on me to make sure they don't find out otherwise," comes Nishitani's reply in that oh-so-proper snooty-ass accent. "This is for his own protection. He can accept that or not. I don't care."

Aoyagi silently flips that snooty voice the bird.

"Look. Maybe..." There's a pause, the sort that comes when someone's throwing up their hands in exasperation. "Nobody's gonna see him in the car after dark. We can drive him around, let him see the city a little. C'mon, boss. Put yourself in his shoes."

"I have been in shoes far tighter than his," Nishitani says. "I survived and so will he."

Fuck you too, Aoyagi thinks as he creeps on up to the roof for the only fresh air he's allowed to get these days.

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This started with an innocuous enough text from Nishida: Can you come to the office? I really need an extra pair of hands for something and it's kind of time sensitive.

So Aoyagi shrugged and thought why not since he was in the neighborhood and popped in expecting to find... he doesn't know what he was expecting to find. Nishida in the middle of rearranging all the furniture yet again, maybe. Or putting up some Christmas decorations. Or literally anything but trying to extricate the boss from a fucking plastic trash can. Apparently he does this now! Apparently it has something to do with Kiryu-san! Aoyagi thinks he already knows more about this than he wants to and resolves to never ask again!

"I can't believe you got stuck again!" Nishida grunts as he tries--and fails--to pull the boss out by the ankle. "Ugh, no good. Little more, bro?"

"Little more," Aoyagi sighs, and he grabs the hacksaw to try and get his idiot boss a little more slack. "Sir, why do ya have to keep goin' in head-first? Yer legs are long enough to just step in!"

"Shut it, smartass!" the boss yelps as the sawing noises reach the depths of the can, where he's somehow managed to get his head stuck (don't worry, they poked some air holes for him but Aoyagi would rather not imagine the smell). "And watch where yer sawin'! My nuts are up there somewhere!"

"They're overrated, sir," Aoyagi says as he saws, not even bothering to disguise the quiet glee in his voice. Nishida chokes out the start of a helpless laugh and quickly clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it from reaching the bottom of the trash can.

The boss thrashes around as angrily as one can when one is stuck in a garbage can. "Easy for you to say!"

Aoyagi ignores that and sets his saw down. "Awright, let's try it again. Sir, if ya don't pop outta there this time we're greasin' ya up."

"Buy me dinner first, ya pervert."

Aoyagi ignores that too. He and Nishida carefully ease the boss-filled trash can onto its side. Aoyagi grabs a handful of ankle and a handful of leather and braces one foot on the rim of the can. Nishida does the same, on the other side. "On three. Ready... three!"

With much gritting of teeth and reddening of faces and mighty heaving, the boss finally slides free of his plastic prison in a way that sort of reminds Aoyagi of cranberry sauce begrudgingly slorping out of its can. The three of them, utterly spent with the effort, lie on the floor panting and sweating and, at least in Aoyagi's case and probably in Nishida's as well, trying to forget any of this just happened. The boss, meanwhile, looks positively blissed out as he breathes air that doesn't reek of garbage.

"So," Aoyagi says when he catches his breath, "who's diggin' who outta the trash now, sir?"

Somehow, he finds enough energy in him to start running even before the boss pops up off the floor to beat his ass.

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#13)

When I leave my room in the morning, chunks of pulled chicken and a few stray broccolis lie forlornly on the movie night table. Next to the open ranch dip.

”Did none of us put this away last night.”

Natural consequence of all the responsible people passing out, I guess. Still, yikes.

“Maybe I can take care of this before Aidan gets out here.” Don’t need a spiel on how many germs can grow in a room-temperature cup of ranch dressing.

I dispose of the offending leftovers without issue. Maybe I could save some of the less dangerous dishes? Hard to be overly concerned about waste here.

“The young master’s clearly got plenty of money to waste.”

Which can probably be assumed of someone called “young master.”

By a robot maid.

But it’s not like the student files had writeups on everyone’s exact socioeconomic statuses. I won’t be taking Ichiriki off the suspect list, but I can’t cross anyone off on those grounds, either. 

And I can’t go back and double-check the files.

What am I supposed to do? Just keep cooking and cooperating and hoping we aren’t forced to kill again? No telling when the next motive’s going to hit. I don’t want to just stand around waiting for it.

But what else can I do?

What do I have the strength to do, at this point?

Before I can spiral or un-spiral or anything else, a door clicks open. It takes me a second to catch back up with reality.

“......”

I’m not the only one, apparently.

“Oh, Kakumi! Good morning!”

Yeah, I’m complaining about my strength when he’s like this?

“Morning.”

“Looks like you could afford to sleep in a little more.”

“I have no intention of doing so, thank you.”

“I’m not sure that I could go back to sleep regardless.”

“Just hard to nod off?” Or...

“Nightmares?”

“I’m not sure if I could call it that!” 

“I did have a strange dream, though, yes. Still trying to shake it off.”

“One of those kinds where you woke up within the dream, so now you have to spend the rest of your morning trying to figure out if it’s just going to happen all over again.”

“Well, maybe more like the rest of the hour.”

“Beats the rest of the week.” 

“Where’d you wake up? Airport?”

“An excellent guess!”

“But no, I’m afraid not. It was somewhere more like the lab room.”

“ ‘Like’ it?”

“It seemed backwards, somehow. Though you’d think I’d have a harder time telling when the room was gutted of desks and valves and all those sorts of things.”

“Hm.” Guess you have a “sense” for those things during the dream.

“It was only me on some sort of cot, with some equipment around that I couldn’t make any sense of.”

“You couldn’t make sense of some equipment? Perish the thought.”

“Right?”

“Though I suppose I wasn’t feeling terribly well, and it’s a bit more difficult to observe in the dark.”

“And without glasses, but that wasn’t an issue anymore in the dream, either.”

Enthralling. I’m sure he’ll keep on with the story, anyway. Might as well stick around the dorm hall and wait for someone else to interrupt, unless I really want to spend my entire breakfast listening to this.

“And then what happened?”

“It gets hazier there.”

“Maybe I’ll run into something later that will trigger the memory. I’ll be sure to let you know!”

“Thanks.”

Just as he’s swearing he has more interesting dreams most of the time, a door swings open—silent, but far enough away for us to have fair warning. Not that there’s much we can do about it.

“Ah, the sinners have already arisen, I see.”

“Only a few of us so far!”

Not even correcting her, huh. Better to just move on, anyway.

“Any big breakfast plans?”

“Seeing as some lesser creatures have seen fit to leave this realm...”

“...not particularly.”

“...”

Yeah, no more lining up for Yuki’s omelettes, that’s for sure. Or dorayaki. If you’d eat that for breakfast for some reason.

Or if you’re someone who doesn’t need a reason to do things. I could name a few of those people here.

Tsunyasha tosses her boa-thing over her shoulder.

“Well! I see no need to tarry here with you lot.”

“Not even to tell us how superior you are?”

This time, Aidan actually elbows me.

“Ow.” 

"Surely you don’t need a reminder of that. Are you fools truly so quick to forget?”

She clicks her tongue, as if telling us not to bother answering.

“I’ve no need to humor sinners. Share your pathetic regrets among yourselves, worms.”

She strides past with an extra little oomph, to put us in our place or something. Doesn’t quite give the full effect when she has to wrangle with the bedsheet-movie screen to actually leave the dorm. She curses something about silver and lime and finally pushes her way out.

“...”

I sigh and turn back to Aidan.

“You in a big rush to go after her?”

“.......”

“...”

“...........”

“Aidan?”

I wave a hand in front of his face, but his eyes don’t track it.

Do I... need to take him to the Nurse’s Office?

For all the good that is without a nurse. Were there first aid guides in there? Or would I need to stop by the library? Itsurou’s study hall, even? That would be a good bet if it’s something... potentially lethal.

Or something else! There are plenty of not-dying things you have to research for stories, right? 

But before I can get too caught up wishing we at least had a librarian, if not a nurse, Aidan stirs again.

“...Kakumi?”

“That’s me. You okay?”

He slowly adjusts his glasses frames, lets out a breath, and nods.

“Still waking up, it seems.”

“You didn’t get drugged again, did you?”

“Golly, I hope not.”

“It doesn’t feel the same, I’d say. I’m just...”

“...”

“Tired?”

“...A little bit.”

Yet you’ve been out here arranging whole movie nights instead of resting. Uh-huh.

Sidestepping the pile of half-hung sheet, I move to the doors.

“You in the mood for eggs? I’ve been thinking of trying something different, and I could use a second opinion.”

“...”

It’s less like he’s zoning into the stratosphere this time and more like he just sees straight through me.

“Sure, I’ll give it a shot. Though I will warn you, I usually don’t do anything more adventurous than ketchup or hot sauce myself, so I may not have the most advanced palate for the judgment of egg dishes.”

“Fine by me. I’m not the most advanced chef of egg dishes, either.”

Okay, successfully strong-armed him into not making his own breakfast, at least. It’s not much, but that’s probably half the reason he agreed. Small gestures are still better than nothing.

Now let’s hope I don’t drop enough eggshells in his dish to make him change his mind.

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[david-box]

I need to logic something out hold on

I planned 3 meals of chicken+rice+peas, chili stuff, and tofu+broccoli. I got potatoes too on a whim. I didn't manage to get tofu.

Broccoli needs cooked for sure. Chicken thighs need done for sure too because that's my lunch for work next week. Chili can wait, maybe? Idk about the potatoes I got them to try a recipe.

So Monday I could make roasted broccoli , fries, and chicken (?) for early week dinners, take the other chicken and make my meal prep, and put the ground meat in the freezer for later?

[kenkurogue]

TIFU by trying to go vegan

Obligatory not today, but a while ago, I tried to go vegan. I needed to make a healthy change in my life, including losing some weight. I was a little chubbier so it didn't hurt to eat more vegetables. I wanted to look better too. It was rough at first. I had to get used to the taste of different things I've never had before like tofu and seitan.

At first it was going really well. I was losing a few inches all around and clothes were getting baggy. I was looking good. Then the craving for meat set in. I knew it was coming. It seemed a little too easy to go cold turkey (pun intended) from eating meat. I was getting tired of tofu and textured vegetable protein mixes. It was all tasting the same. I wanted a steak. I wanted pork chops.

I began searching the health food stores for good meat alternatives, I wasn't going to give up going vegan, I had a good thing going. Every store had huge varieties of meat substitutes, but none of them hit the same.

A friend of mine suggested looking online for health food webstores that deliver straight to your house. It was a little more expensive but I was getting desperate. I found one that looked legit and promised the best vegan meat on the market. It was promised to be just like the real deal. I ordered a few pounds of ground vegan beef to try and make burgers with. I missed burgers the most and the thought of one made me drool as I clicked the place order button.

It was next day delivery. It came in a freezer box and looked just like those Impossible burgers in the stores. Already I was impressed. I had already bought the rest of my ingredients to make the best vegan burger I've had in my life. I took some out of the package and began shaping a patty, it felt just like beef but a little different. Crumbles of soy were scattered throughout the "protein" to look like fat. It was an impressive substitute.

It sizzled and browned just like a real burger too. The aroma of it cooking sent me back to memories of family cookouts before I went vegan. I assembled my burger and without hesitation ravenously took a bite. It was the best thing I've ever had in the entire world. I was hooked. It tasted better than the real deal.

The rest of the ground was used in dishes like spaghetti bolognese and lasagna. Within a week, it was gone and I was ready to order more. I figured why not try some other products by them to see if they were any good.

I bought chiken nuggets, more ground vegan beef, and even some bone in wings. The chicken nuggets were juicy and flavorful. I think they were seitan but whatever they marinated them in made them taste and feel just like meat. Then came the wings. The texture wasn't like the nuggets or the ground beef. It felt like biting into the real muscles of meat and the bone looked so real. They were a little chewy but tasted great.

I was addicted to ordering off this site. I had to become their top customer. It became such an addiction my weight loss became weight gain. I had to cut back. I didn't want to but I had to. The mirror wasn't agreeing with all I've been eating. The withdrawals sucked at first. It was like going vegan all over again, but the weight started to come off again.

Then the withdrawals never went away. Instead they got worse. The cravings got worse. I felt like I was going to need methadone. I was dizzy, irritable, and fiending. I couldn't give in.

I tried to live life as normal until my friend asked to go out to eat with me. It was a vegan place of course. They got the cauliflower steak and I got the bang bang soyrizo tacos. While she was cutting into her steak, her knife slipped and cut deep into her arm.

I don't know what came over me. The sight of her exposed wound drove me insane. The hunger I felt was like no other. I don't know if it was because of the withdrawals or what but I wanted to sink my teeth into her arm right then and there.

I shook off the impulse and took her to urgent care. While waiting for her to get stitches, I gave in. I had to buy one last thing. I saw they had a new product. It was like a pork roast apparently. I decided to splurge the extra money to try it out, it was one last hurrah after all.

Again, the package arrived the next morning. I opened the box and saw it. A slab of faux pork roast. I wondered again how they could make it look so real. I don't know why I didn't do this before, but I decided to check the ingredients list to see if it was soy or mycelium. There wasn't one. I thought it was weird since it was required to have one where I lived.

I decided to pull up the website again and navigated their page to try and find ingredient lists. I wish I didn't. The only ingredient listed was: vegan meat (100% human).

[thedisneychef]

How To Make The Best Chicken Quesadilla

Hey everyone, if you're looking for a delicious and easy-to-make meal option then look no further than the chicken quesadilla. This classic dish has been around for centuries and is still just as popular today! I'm here to tell you how to make the best chicken quesadilla so that you can enjoy this delicious treat any day of the week. Making a great quesadilla isn't difficult with the right ingredients and instructions. In this article, I'll provide step-by-step instructions on how to create an amazing chicken quesadilla that's sure to tantalize your taste buds. So let's get started! Gather The Ingredients I'm so excited to make the best chicken quesadilla! To start, I'll need to gather some ingredients. Choosing the right kind of chicken is key. If you want a bit more flavor and texture in your quesadilla, opt for shredded rotisserie or grilled chicken breast. You can also use ground turkey if you prefer something lighter. Next up is selecting cheese. For that perfect cheesy pull when eating your quesadilla, go with Monterey Jack or cheddar cheese. Don't forget about adding other toppings like onions, garlic powder, mushrooms, jalapenos - whatever floats your boat! With all these delicious ingredients at hand, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Let's get cooking! Preparing The Chicken I think marinating the chicken is the key to making a delicious quesadilla. You can use a variety of marinades to give the chicken a unique flavor. After marinating, I like to cook the chicken in a pan until it's nice and crispy. Finally, I like to shred the chicken to get it ready for the quesadilla. Marinating The Chicken When it comes to preparing the chicken for a delicious quesadilla, marinating it is key. Choosing the perfect marinade can make all the difference in flavor and texture. I always opt for something with an acidic base like lime juice or vinegar along with some herbs and spices to really bring out the flavors of my dish. For added depth, I also add garlic and onion powder as well as salt and pepper - you'd be surprised how much these simple ingredients can elevate your meal! It's important to get the marinating times right too; let it sit too long in the fridge and you'll end up with rubbery chicken bits, but not enough time and that rich flavor won't have had a chance to develop fully either. Generally speaking, somewhere between 2-4 hours should do the trick - just keep an eye on it so you don't overdo it. Once your meat has been adequately seasoned and left to soak up those flavors, pop them into your skillet with some butter or oil and cook until they're lightly browned around the edges before adding any other fillings of your choice. Enjoy! Cooking The Chicken Now that my chicken has been marinated and seasoned to perfection, it's time to cook! I'm a fan of cooking the chicken pieces in a skillet with some butter or oil for added flavor. The key here is not to overcook them - you want lightly browned edges but still juicy on the inside. Once they're cooked through, I add any other fillings like bell peppers, onions, cheese etc., then fold into quesadillas or serve as-is. When spicing up my chicken for these dishes, I love experimenting with different herbs and spices to really bring out those flavors. Garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika and cumin are all great options depending on what kind of dish your making. For an extra kick of heat try adding chili flakes - just be sure not to overdo it because too much spice can overpower everything else! With this simple technique you'll be able to enjoy delicious quesadillas everytime without ever having to worry about dry rubbery bits again! Assembling The Quesadilla I'm about to share my secret for making the best chicken quesadilla. Here I'll walk you through the process from gathering ingredients, grilling tips, and even how to store leftovers! To make a delicious quesadilla, start by prepping your ingredients: diced cooked chicken, shredded cheese of your choice (Monterey Jack is especially tasty!), chopped peppers or onions if desired, and tortillas. Now it's time to get cooking! Heat up some butter in a skillet over medium-high heat until it sizzles nicely. Place one tortilla in the pan then top with half the cheese followed by your vegetables and chicken. Sprinkle on more cheese before adding a second tortilla. Then lower the heat to low-medium and cook for 4 minutes or so until lightly browned and crispy around the edges while flipping once during that time. When finished, remove the quesadilla from heat and cut into wedges. It's tempting to dig right in but don't forget to save some for later. To store any remaining quesadillas, let them cool completely before sealing tightly in an airtight container or zip lock bag for 1 day in the refrigerator or up to 3 months in the freezer—just be sure to thaw overnight before reheating. Now go ahead and enjoy this cheesy feast - you made it yourself! Cooking The Quesadilla I'm a huge fan of chicken quesadillas, so I know a thing or two about making the best ones. My favorite cooking method is to heat up a griddle on medium-high and add in some butter before placing my tortilla down. Then I start adding in cheese, peppers, onions and pre-cooked chicken that's been diced into small pieces - all while keeping an eye out for when the edges of the tortilla begin browning lightly. Once everything has melted together nicely, I fold it over and press down gently with a spatula until the outside is nice and crispy. Grilling tips are also important when making great quesadillas! To ensure your ingredients cook evenly, try rotating them every few minutes while they're on the griddle so each side gets cooked correctly. Additionally, keep an eye out for any hotspots that may be forming as this could cause parts of your quesadilla to get overcooked quickly. Finally, if you find yourself using too much oil or butter during the cooking process then make sure to blot off any excess grease with kitchen paper towels once done. This will help give your quesadilla a better texture without being overly greasy. When it comes time to take it off the pan, use caution not to burn yourself by using appropriate kitchen utensils such as oven mitts or tongs. Slice it into wedges for easy serving and enjoy! Toppings And Serving Suggestions Now that your quesadilla is cooked, it's time to add the finishing touches. A classic combination of Monterey Jack and Cheddar cheese will never disappoint but there are plenty of other options available too. If you're looking for a vegan or vegetarian alternative, try crumbled tofu with sautéed bell peppers and onions instead. For an extra kick, sprinkle some crushed red pepper flakes on top before folding over the tortilla. When it comes to toppings, let your creativity take center stage! Sliced avocado adds a creamy texture while diced tomatoes give it a fresh flavor. The possibilities are endless so feel free to experiment with different ingredients until you find what works best for you. Once everything is assembled, all that’s left to do is devour the deliciousness in front of you! Add a side salad or chips and salsa if desired, grab a fork and knife (or just pick it up with your hands) and enjoy every last bite of this mouthwatering Mexican classic. Frequently Asked Questions How Long Should I Cook The Quesadilla For? Grilling time for a chicken quesadilla will depend on various factors, like the temperature of your grill and whether you pre-marinated the chicken. Generally speaking, it should take around 8 minutes on medium heat to get your quesadilla nice and crispy. If you pre-marinated the chicken, reduce grilling time by 2 or 3 minutes as marinating can cause the meat to cook faster. Is It Better To Use Pre-Cooked Chicken Or Raw? Grilling or baking chicken for your quesadilla? It's really a matter of preference. If you're short on time, pre-cooked chicken is the way to go. However, if you want to add some extra flavor, try using raw chicken and grilling it with some vegetables like peppers or onions! Baking also works well when making a large batch of quesadillas - just make sure to season the chicken beforehand so it isn't bland. Ultimately, it comes down to how much time and effort you want to put into making your quesadilla - both options will deliver delicious results! What Type Of Cheese Is Best For Quesadillas? When it comes to quesadillas, the type of cheese you use is important. Typically, a blend of Monterey Jack and cheddar cheeses works best for making delicious quesadillas. This combination adds creaminess without overpowering your tortilla or other ingredients like pre-cooked chicken or raw. To maximize flavor, be sure to shred the cheese yourself instead of buying pre-shredded cheese as store bought shredded cheese often contains additives that can affect taste. Look for high quality flour tortillas with minimal ingredients when shopping too! Are Quesadillas Suitable For Vegetarian Diets? Quesadillas are typically thought of as a meat-based dish, but they can easily be adapted to suit vegetarian diets. If you are looking for vegan substitutes and dairy free alternatives, simply replace the chicken with your favorite plant-based protein such as beans or tofu. You can also fill quesadillas with veggies like spinach, mushrooms, onions and peppers. To make it even more flavorful, add some spices or herbs and top off with your favorite vegan cheese! Is It Necessary To Use A Particular Type Of Pan For Cooking Quesadillas? When it comes to cooking quesadillas, the type of pan isn't necessarily important. The key is finding a skillet or frying pan that has enough surface area for the size of your quesadilla and can be heated evenly over medium heat. You'll want to use oil (any kind will do) and seasonings of your choice to enhance the flavor of the dish. All in all, you don't need a particular type of pan when making delicious quesadillas; just make sure you have one that fits the size and can cook them evenly! Conclusion Making the best chicken quesadilla comes down to mastering a few key points. - First, you should cook your quesadillas for about three minutes on each side. Pre-cooked chicken makes life easier, but if you have time, raw chicken works just as well. - Secondly, you'll want to select a good melting cheese like cheddar or Monterey jack. - Lastly, while not necessary, using a cast iron skillet or nonstick pan will make sure that your quesadilla doesn't stick and burn!So there you have it: with these tips in mind, I'm confident that you can make an incredible chicken quesadilla every time. Cooking is all about experimentation so don't be afraid to try new ingredients and techniques until you find something delicious! Bon appetit! Read the full article

[mistergoddess]

the way i'm going to be absolutely fucked by bills on the 1st ^_^ rent n utilities n student loan payment all the usual stuff but then also... car insurance renewing and i have... hrt check in appointment on the 1st as well... and no health insurance rn bc unemployed so ummmmm no clue how that's gonna go out of pocket, i'm def gonna call this week and see what my options are and like if it's possible to just get it refilled without going in but pprrrrooobbably not so i'll also ask like for a quote for how much itll be and if there's any idfk financial help i can get or like sliding scale? probably nnnoootttttt bc its fancy private clinic, which was great when i had insurance! but now is like oh fuck oh shit! but worth trying to ask what they can do auuhhhh... but im looking at like upwards of $1200 in bills all hitting on one day lmfao fmsbl

AAAAND im injured so job hunt/working rn is sketchy and need gas and need to refill my t before the end of the month which is gonna be expensive now out of pocket and groceries are stupid fucking expensive bc im Not Good About Food and have Special Needs when it comes to food which makes it rly expensive and it's so exhausting to be like wow i could really like save money on food AND be healthier and have more energy if my mental issues didn't make my ability to eat different things and cook like fucking. nonexistent so i spend so much just eating like my Autism And Depression Wombo Combo Safe Foods i.e. instant food like ramen and frozen dinners and tuna/chicken salad and sandwiches and snacks which isn't good for me or nutritious and sustainable anyway.

it's so fucking hard i don't think of myself as struggling financially bc i'm crazy good with my money... usually... and always work it out and keep my savings up when i need to to keep a big safety net under me for just this kind of stuff since it's so hard to hold a job and i take a long time between jobs so i can't afford to let my savings dip to where i'd be absolutely stranded between jobs and can breathe a little. but then i get here and i'm like yeah it isn't good huh like money is indeed an issue isn't it. and then i don't think of myself as disabled and it's like yeah well clearly i struggle with stable employment and i struggle with the food thing. and my issues make it hard for me to work out stuff like negotiating and accessing healthcare in ways that are more manageable and affordable, like i know trying to call my gyno this week about the hrt checkin is going to be a disaster and i'm not gonna be able to ask the right questions or know how to ask for what i need and just get discouraged and scared.

like i DO have special needs and am at a disadvantage to ppl who can cope better and are higher functioning. but i don't. idk. allow myself? that? it's so fucking exhausting bc idk people have it far far worse and far harder than i do and i am functional to a degree but those weak spots and the inconsistency just mean. i'm disabled but not disabled enough to like treat myself kindly over it and not disabled enough to feel like i deserve to ask for help because i can take care of myself sometimes but the times i can't are really scary and stressful

i feel like. i'm constantly balancing on a fucking tightrope. or sliding down a hill and barely clinging to the side and desperately trying to climb back up a few feet before the next wave of the avalanche hits. and the fact that i CAN climb up and gain some ground a little makes me feel like. well i'm not really doing as bad as the people at the bottom of the fucking ravine who actually deserve to be rescued so i should just get over myself and why am i even here and why can't i just toughen up and get over it and climb all the way up. and i feel so fucking guilty like ok also why aren't i helping the people at the bottom of the ravine. if i can afford to keep some savings under me for times like this and emergencies then i'm just hoarding money and not doing enough for people who don't have that luxury like. i'm a bad person for looking out for myself first and not distributing what i have. idk.

and i know these are all really common anxieties and stresses and feelings of shame and guilt and self depreciation and self sabotage amongst ppl who have variable or mixed needs and like the fucking impostor syndrome that comes with it... which helps me feel less alone but i feel really alone too and i am quite alone, i have 2 really key players in my support network who i'm endlessly grateful for but i don't have anyone taking care of me but me and it's exhausting just. staying afloat. but i don't see myself as worthy of that exhaustion. i don't have anyone i can rely on just for like. idk. sympathy and comfort and distraction bc i don't have any irl friends and i don't have a social life so it's just me like. either going to work and struggling a bit to maintain that or being unemployed and struggling really hard to gain ground again and get back to stable. i don't have a lot of joy or wonder or exploration or experiences in my life because it's hard enough just to exist and not spiral and lose everything i'm constantly working so hard for and not spiral and start wanting to kill myself.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Daily Log 6

Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.

Activities: I always basically need a 'recovery day' after running errands or anything, so.. not very productive, relatively boring day, very sleepy and headachy lol..

Went to the store to pick up something essential that I forgot the day before. Also tried out a new boardgame/cardgame thing just to test the rules/see if I'd like to play it with people in the future.

Played a few of the wii sports resort and wii fit games (which I do every weekend lol.. my weekly Wii check in... I still love the wii so much even though it's an obsolete console to everyone or whatever hghj... shout out to anyone still actively playing the nintendo Wii). Though I cut it short and didn't do dancing games or anything all that active, since I felt so tired and sick-ish. TpT

The most productive things were watering some plants, and also cooking and doing a lot of food prep. I love chopping cabbage into really thin stringy ribbon slices, it's kind of mesmerizing to see how small and even you can get it. If I had enough social energy to have a group chat or something I would always be texting stuff like ''sliced up a cabbage today....... effervescent''.

Did a few maintenance tasks (clearing out online notifications, deleting spam emails, wrote out my weekly plan and to-do list/main goals for the upcoming week and organized a few papers, etc.)

Honestly the rest of the day I was just in a sleepy haze, or actually napping (fell asleep at my desk whilst trying to work on the tapestry translations lol), etc. Still very worldbuilding inspired and thinking about a lot of stories and ideas at once but sadly my physical energy does not match the energy in my brain.

Cutting cabbage today made me think of bligabata (one of the staples of the Avirre'thel diet, basically giant cabbages that grow along streams). I miss doing little posts like that. It's just hard to work in alongside bigger/longer term projects like the worldbuilding slideshow and games and stuff.

Notable sights: A very large bird perched on a comically tiny wobbling branch at the very top of a tree that looks like it wouldn't hold it's weight. Watched a squirrel pick through the grass under the spotty shade of a tree, it looked like it was leaping through little shapes in the shadows. Saw a different bird fly into a hole in a building next to a gutter and then heard a chorus of tiny little cheepy noises, so it might have been a parent bringing food to it's children. I've seen some bird eggs on the ground the past few weeks, perhaps babies are hatching. Came across the discarded bone of an eaten chicken wing laying in the middle of a sidewalk, an omen of the universe mocking me for my recent anemia fueled chicken wing cravings.

Goals moving forward: Focus on social activities, finding new friends in the places I want to move, communicating with ones I have. Physical therapy exercises. Plant nasturtiums!!! Finish and upload videos, edit costume pictures & etc. Do the new costumes I've planned. MAKE SCULPTURES at some point, I miss them.

Notable foods: Made kale chips. Also fish tacos, which included making a cabbage slaw and some pico de gallo. Had more asparagus too. >:3 A good day in terms of having foods that are actually somewhat enjoyable, though I think laboring for them sometimes makes them less good lol, like.. spending a hour on prep work and then having to clean up everything and feeling sick afterwards from being in a warm kitchen etc. - in return for maybe 20 minutes of eating..? The cost benefit analysis doesn't always work out in my head. Oh, also had one of my reserve cans of gingerale that I mostly just keep in case of stomach aches, but just had it as a treat because I was feeling overheated.. crispy ice cold ginger ale.. still an unbeatable experience.. .. pretending I am in the arctic instead of in doo doo stink usa where we have 85F days and heatwaves in spring and fires and shit every summer... icy icey, i am snow.. eooughhh

[strawbxrryneptune]

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You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

“Papa!” India ran towards her father, Chris Hemsworth.

Hemsworth picked her up, looking around for whoever had the other two. When he spotted you, he waved and laughed seeing both boys clung to you. You had one on each hip. A big perk of being curvy is that it makes it a lot easier to tote the little ones around.

It was rare that him and his wife, Elsa, both had projects going on at the same time, but when it did happen, they had a close friend nanny the children near one of the projects. With the twins being a year old and able to be away from their mother for a short time, Elsa reluctantly took a month-long job where she would be doing quite a lot of traveling. Chris put her worries at ease and told her she had put her own career on hold quite a lot for their family. You had met the couple back when you nannied for their manager. When they had India, you helped them navigate having a child while working in Hollywood. When the twins arrived, you once again moved in with the family and helped smooth the hectic schedule involved in being a parent to three kiddos while working in such a high-demand and publicized job.

“India, I told you to wait for me” you gently scolded the young girl.

“…but I saw papa n unca Tom” she replied, hiding her face in her father’s neck.

“India, you know you need to listen to Y/n. She just wants you to be safe” Hemsworth said, rubbing her back with his hand.

“…m sorry” she said, peeking her face out and smiling at you.

“Thank you” you replied.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full” Tom said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the two boys sitting on your hips. “I think we’re done for the day” he added, gaining the attention of Tristan, one of the twin boys.

Tristan reached out a hand, making grabby gestures towards Tom. “Looks like you’re about to have your hands full” you quipped, safely passing the 1 year old to Tom who happily took him into his arms.

“Hey, buddy” Tom said, smiling as the young boy gently played with the wig he was wearing. Tom was great with everyone’s kids. It kind of made you wonder why he hadn’t had any of his own.

Hemsworth spoke to India, bouncing her up and down. “Papa and uncle Tom need to go get out of our costumes and then we can all go home and eat. Does that sound okay?” Chris was talking to India, but he looked at you and Tom as well just wanting to confirm that this plan worked for everyone and making sure Tom knew he was welcome to join.

“Sounds wonderful” Tom replied.

“India, why don’t we go get dinner started for everybody. I could use some help.” You knew that India LOVED to help cook.

“Your papa takes a lot longer than me to get ready…” Tom teased, making Hemsworth laugh. “So why don’t you let me walk you back to the car with Y/n so he can get a head start?”

India started squirming, wanting her dad to put her down. “Make sure you hold uncle Tom’s hand the whole way.”

When you got back to the car, you put Sasha in the first child safety seat and turned to grab Tristan from Tom. “Thank you for walking them back with me”, you smiled up at your always generous friend.

“No need to thank me” he said, passing off the second boy. “You’re incredible with them, but I know it has to be a lot of work.”

Strapping Tristan into the second child safety seat, you replied. “You’re a natural with kids, Tom. You’re going to make a wonderful dad someday.”

Slightly blushing, he replied. “Well, I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

Tom’s sincerity kind of stopped you in your tracks for a second. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well”, you failed at hiding the grin he’d put on your face. “India, say bye bye to uncle Tom. He needs to go get ready so him and papa can come home.”

The girl gave Tom a hug before reaching for you. “I’ll see you guys soon” Tom said, waiting to leave until you got the third child strapped in so he could open your door for you.

“Always a gentleman” you smiled at Tom who was still in full Loki garb.

As you climbed into the car, Tom said “A woman such as yourself deserves to be served by the gods.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you thanked him again. “Remind Chris that he promised he’d bring home ice cream for India.”

When you got to the house where you, the kids, and Chris were staying during filming you pulled into the garage and unloaded the kids. The two boys were in their safe gated area in the living room so they could play, and India was sat on the counter helping you tear apart lettuce for the salad.

“Good job, sweetie.” You said, finishing up the grilled chicken and squash. “Can you go wash your hands for dinner while I get the boys set up in their high-chairs?” you asked, setting India on the ground. “Make sure you use the bathroom downstairs. No stairs without an adult!” you called out. You continued making the salad at the counter

“Dinner smells wonderful” you heard, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You were startled, not knowing the guys had arrived home.

“Shit!” you yipped, turning and almost dropping the bowl in your hands.

Tom grabbed the bowl, trying to hold back laughter. “I’m so sorry” he laughed out, setting the bowl on the counter and wrapping his arms around you.

“You made me say a bad word” you replied, laughing into Tom’s chest. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned back against the counter for stability. Looking up at him you added, “No swearing in front of the children”.

“Well, I’m not the one that said it, darling” a smirk present on his otherwise serious face.

“You’re supposed to leave the mischief at work” you laughed, dropping your arms from around him and turning to finish the salad.

“What fun would that be?” he said quietly into your ear as he reached around you and snagged a vegetable out of the salad.

When you turned around, he was stepping over the child gate to grab one of the twins and get them set up at the table. You shook your head as if you could shake away the very inappropriate thoughts you were having about your friend.

You could hear Hemsworth laughing in the other room, India giggling along with him. “Well, are you going to tell me the secret?” he said. “No one else can know?” he questioned. India must have been trying to tell him something. “Well, they can’t hear you, just whisper it to me.” It got quiet for a moment. “Ah, I see. I’ll have to pay attention and see for myself.”

“Are you telling secrets?” Tom asked after grabbing the second twin and setting them up at the table.

“Mmhmm” you heard her say as you brought the platters full of food to the table.

“Do I get to know?” you asked, turning to grab the twin’s bowls since they weren’t eating adult food yet.

“Maybe” she answered before telling her dad she could get in her own chair. She was quite proud that she wasn’t in a high-chair anymore and she wanted to seat herself.

“Do you need help with anything else, darling?” Tom asked, following you back into the kitchen.

“Help me grab the cups of water?” you answered, handing him two full cups before grabbing your own and a small juice cup for India.

“Dinner was delicious” Hemsworth said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his stomach.

“It truly was” Tom added, standing to gather the dishes.

“I’m glad” you replied, gathering the dishes Tom hadn’t grabbed. “You don’t have to clear the table.” You said, reaching for the last dish.

“Nonsense” he replied, grabbing your hand before you could grab the last dish. “You worked hard preparing this wonderful meal. The least I can do is help clean up.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you conceded. “If you must” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

You saw India crawl into her dad’s lap and whisper something to him. “I see” he answered, looking between you and Tom.

You shot him a look, letting him know you were suspicious of whatever they were talking about. Hemsworth shrugged, acting innocent.

After dishes were done and leftovers were put away, Chris put the twins to bed. You could hear him singing along with the giggles of the twin boys. “India, do you want to take a bath before bed or in the morning?”

“Tomorrow” she answered, crawling up the stairs to her room with you right on her heels.

“Tom, there’s a bottle of red wine already out on the counter if you want to grab a few glasses. I’ll be back down in a few.” You called down the stairs.

When you finished getting India dressed in her jammies and got a movie playing in her room, you headed back down the stairs. You could hear the guys talking in living room, but you couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. “You make it sound a lot easier than it is” you heard Tom say before you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“All good?” Hemsworth asked, getting up to go say goodnight to his daughter.

“As per usual, she’s a dream. She’s watching Big Hero 6.” You answered, walking into the living room.

“Come sit” Tom said, holding out a glass of wine for you.

You grabbed the glass and sat in the spot next to Tom. “Thank you for pouring the wine” you said, taking a sip and sighing, laying back against the soft couch.

“Long day?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly as long as yours. I can’t imagine going non-stop all day like you guys do.” You answered, turning your head to face Tom as you took another sip of wine.

“Ridiculous” he said, tapping his glass against yours. “You take care of three tiny human beings that have all of the energy and attitude of their father”, he laughed. “I’d argue that your job is harder.”

“They’re great kids. The only reason this week has been a bit tiring is because the twins are teething. Sasha seems to be getting it worse, though” you explained.

“Poor thing” Tom said.

“I know. He’s been clung to my side all week. I’m surprised Chris got him to sleep, actually. He’s been fussy at bedtime and usually ends up passing out in my arms.” You felt Tom’s arm slip from the back of the couch to your shoulders.

“Well, enjoy the break” he said, pulling you to lean into his side a bit. “Though I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep in your arms.”

You looked up at Tom. “You’ve been awfully complimentary today.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a wonderfully voluptuous figure, darling.” He cleared his throat. “I imagine anyone that gets to fall asleep in your embrace is going to sleep well.”

“Well, if I thought you were interested, I might just tell you to find out for yourself.” You could hear Hemsworth coming down the stairs.

“Tom, I got the spare room all set up for you so we can ride into work tomorrow. No point in going to your place since we both have to be in the make-up trailer at 7 tomorrow anyways.” Chris said, laying out on the couch across from the two of you after grabbing his wine glass. “Y/n, I checked Sasha. He’s still asleep.”

“I’m glad. Hopefully his teeth aren’t hurting him as much.” You answered.

Chris looked at how you and Tom were sat and made eye contact with Tom, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of you. “Anything you two want to tell me?” He asked, grinning like a little kid.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom smirked, drinking the last of his wine. “Would you like more wine, Y/n?”

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” You sipped the last of your wine, handing the glass to Tom. When he got up, you watched him walk away with a smile on your face.

When he was out of earshot, Hemsworth imitated him. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” He laughed, looking at you and waiting for some sort of response.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him” you shrugged, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“I’d wager a bet that I know what’s gotten into him.” He looked you up and down, sipping his wine, as if to say ‘duh!’ You’d become practically family to Chris and Elsa, and unbeknownst to you they’ve always thought you and Tom would make a great pair.

“Then why now?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “India’s big secret earlier was that she thinks uncle Tom over there thinks you’re pretty because he looks at you like I look at her mom.”

Your face softened, thinking that was the cutest damn thing you’d ever heard. “Your daughter is officially my favorite of your children. You aren’t allowed to tell the boys. Or their mother.”

Chris laughed. “But seriously…give it a chance. Trust that I know something you don’t.” He was trying to help without breaking Tom’s confidence.  

You could hear Tom walking back. You whispered, “I didn’t know I had a chance!”

“Here you go, darling.” Tom sat back down, opening his arms so you could resume your earlier position.

“Thank you” you answered, snuggling further into Tom.

The conversation went back to normal after Tom came back. The guys talked a bit about what they would be filming tomorrow, and they answered questions as you had them. Chris talked about the fact that Elsa would be coming to visit for a few days since Tom and him had two days off from filming after tomorrow.

“Y/n, Elsa will be here for 2 nights, 3 days and she wanted to make sure you knew that you didn’t need to work that whole time. You’re obviously more than welcome stay with us and keep your schedule, but she wanted you to know you could make plans.” Chris explained, knowing that you usually stayed and helped even when one of the parents was going to be around full time for a while.

“I don’t think I have any plans to make, but I’ll keep it in mind” you answered.

As the night wound down, you could feel yourself drifting off while cuddled up next to Tom. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“It is getting quite late” Tom responded, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Thank you two for a nice kid free night” you laughed, pulling yourself from Tom’s embrace to stand up.

Tom watched as you slightly adjusted your clothes, his eyes gazing over your body as you stretched. “The thanks should go to you, love.” He stood, grabbing the three wine glasses so that they could be rinsed in the kitchen.

“You have to stop giving me all the credit” you replied, grabbing the glasses from Tom. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking the glasses to the kitchen.

When you were far enough away, Chris started teasing Tom. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” he repeated from earlier.

Tom threw a pillow at him, leaving the living room to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t want to startle you again” he spoke before he entered the kitchen, peeking around the corner with his hands raised.

“I didn’t even know you guys were home earlier” you laughed. Your hands were in a sink full of water, rinsing the wine glasses.

“I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” Tom walked up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips and kissing your cheek from over your shoulder. “I hope you get some well-deserved rest.”

“You too” you answered, but he was already walking away when you turned to look at him.

When you got in your room, you felt like you were floating. Today felt crazy. Sure, you and Tom had been fast friends from the start. You’d certainly grown close, but today felt like something entirely different.

“Chris said to trust him.” You stripped out of your clothes and took the time to decompress in the shower. You towel dried your hair, threw on a pair of short spandex shorts and a baggy t shirt, and crawled into bed.

You were woken up by the baby monitor in your room. “Oh, Sasha.” You crawled out of bed and quietly made your way down the hallway. “Come here, sweetheart.” You picked Sasha up and he threw his arms around your neck. You walked back and forth, bouncing him in your arms.

“Is everything alright?” You heard Tom quietly ask from the doorway.

“I’m so sorry if he woke you” you said, feeling bad that they had a full day of shooting tomorrow.

“Don’t be” he replied, walking into the room and rubbing Sasha’s back comfortingly. “I take it his teething woke him up?”

“Must have.” You answered. “I’ll get him back to sleep if I take him to my room.” You turned to check on Tristan and he was standing up in his crib with tears running down his face.

“I’ll grab him” Tom said, moving to pick the boy up out of his crib and holding him to his chest. “What do you normally do when they both wake up?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute Tom was in his pajamas and glasses. “I’d take them back to my room with me. They usually fall asleep pretty quickly after that.”

“Would you like some company?” Tom asked, kind of in awe of how easily you handled the craziness of taking care of three very young children.

“I’d love some” you answered, turning and walking to your bedroom. Holding Sasha to your chest with one arm, you pulled back the blanket and crawled into your bed. You were sat up, just a bit, with the already half-asleep boy draped across your front with his head snuggled into your chest.

Tom followed suit with Tristan draped across his much leaner figure. “Come here” he said, lifting his arm so you could tuck the two of you against Tom’s side.

“I hope you aren’t too tired tomorrow” you said, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Get some sleep.” Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dozing off, himself.

You woke up to Hemsworth trying to wake Tom with the biggest grin on his face. “Brother, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Both boys were still passed out on top of the two of you. You rolled out of bed, still holding Sasha. “Let me go put Sasha in his crib and I’ll be back for Tristan.” You walked to the boy’s room and laid him down in his crib. Before you could even turn towards the door, Tom walked through with Tristan. “Good morning” you whispered.

Tom set the boy down in his crib and gestured that the two of you leave so you wouldn’t wake them back up. “Good morning, beautiful.” Tom gently closed the boy’s door and pulled you to him in a long, lazy hug.

“You’re not allowed to be charming this early in the morning.” You laughed against his chest.

“Nonsense” he said, letting his hands slowly slide to rest on your ass. “If I’m not allowed to be charming then you’re not allowed to be irresistible.”

“That road goes two ways” you said, sliding your hands under the back of his shirt and grinning up at him.

“Oh, does it?” Tom replied, dipping down to kiss your cheek before whispering “I think you should stay at mine while Elsa is here.”

“Tom!” Hemsworth whisper-yelled down the hall. “Get your hands off my nanny’s ass and get ready for work.”

You both tried to quiet your laughter as not to wake the boys back up.

“Consider it?” Tom said, releasing you and walking towards Chris to get changed and on their way.

You quickly walked to your room to brush your teeth and wash your face. You threw on a more modest pair of shorts and quickly put your bra on so you could go make the guys some coffee for the road.

Once in the kitchen, you brewed some coffee and got two travel mugs ready. You grabbed a piece of fruit and a protein bar for each of them before Tom walked in. “I hope you got enough rest”

“Actually, I feel incredible.” He said, eyeing the coffee and breakfast you’d set up for him and Chris. “I don’t think it has anything to do with rest, though, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“It must be something in the air” you blushed, ducking your head.

Tom took a step towards you. “At this point, I don’t think I could spend all day trying to pay attention to my lines and cues and such if I’m preoccupied with wondering whether or not I’ve made my feelings clear.”

You looked up at Tom, realizing this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look nervous. “Was your invitation serious?” you asked, filling the gap between you and sliding your arms around his neck.

“Very” he answered, holding you tight against him.

“Then, yes” you answered, going onto your tippy toes and pressing your lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

“Brilliant” he breathed out, dipping back down to connect your lips once again.

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Part 2? Let me know! (I haven’t edited this so I apologize if there are errors. I’m too sleepy.)