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vaatil · 4 months ago
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Lindsay is my little pogchamp 😊 along with Courtney
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klanced · 6 months ago
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what do you think keith's cooking skills would be. i think that when krolia reunites with him on the space whale she's like "autism be damned my boy can work a grill" (texan) but also in a much more real sense i think he would be terrible at cooking. i don't know
anon how does it feel to be the funniest person in the world? i'm just going to incorporate “grill master keith” into my worldview now
i don't think keith is a GREAT cook, but i do think he can cook at least a few decent dishes thanks to Adam’s tutelage <3 like i just know shiro was absolutely fucking up his and adam’s kitchen lmfao… keith had to learn how to cook if he wanted to survive past childhood
keith 100% owes all his limited cooking skills to adam. omg imagine adam asking little keith to help him as his sous chef in the kitchen...
adam: shiro i think we're gonna have to learn how to mealprep
shiro: damn 😔
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lemon-wedges · 1 year ago
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Sunny masters fried eggs, and the world heaves a collective sigh of relief. She moves on to hardboiled eggs. Months of seesawing between green, sulfurous yolks and unset Jell-O in a cracked shell. They suggest Sunny try softboiled eggs instead. She does. Shit's raw. Tries poached eggs. Ends up with very wet scrambled eggs. They all make a frittata together and it's ok bc she's not allowed to use the oven. It's still shitty bc Otacon added dry crushed ramen and Snake added freezer-burned venison.
This family is gonna drive me insane. MULTIPLE brain cells exist between them and yet nobody can search YouTube for "how to make egg -step by step".
Their next family dish is egg fried rice. They followed a recipe from one of otacons mangas to a T and honestly? Best tasting dish they've ever made......too bad the rice was crunchy......
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jjsanguine · 2 years ago
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It's always hilarious when someone is like, "yeah, I know how to do that" and then it jump cuts to them googling how to do the thing
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fang-of-the-weak · 6 months ago
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Ah, about your earlier inquiry! I think that smoothies are good and sweet, for kids. I would mostly recommend homemade food, if you have the means for that. If not, I would get those kinda things. hope this helps!! I hope this kid has a wonderful life.
Hmmm...smoothies, I see. They can simulate the sweet flavour children enjoy while still offering good nutritional value, given I pick the right ingredients. Although it's not a permanent solution, I could certainly accommodate for that, since I already own a blender.
Regarding your other suggestion, unfortunately I might not have the means to prepare them homemade food...I'll figure it out.
Your advice is...appreciated. The life of this kid...is none of your business. However, I'll accept your regards...for whatever worth they have from an unknown person on the internet.
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altruistic-meme · 1 year ago
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solving my problems one sentence at a time
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synthbug · 1 year ago
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most indian people have a spice circle in their cupboard thats used most frequently mine is pepper chili powder masala powder turmeric cumin sambhar powder (different) and fennel
Oooo !!:0 OMG UR RIGHT I looked at the photos my friend sent when she was running around the house showing me her spices and she has this circle tray thing in a cupboard with lots of spices :0 this is so cool💥‼️‼️ thank u for telling me :3
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kn11ves · 1 year ago
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something about me is that everybody fucking loves my soup
#the best food complement ive ever gotten is my friend megan apperently getting seconds & thirds of soup i made#that had NEVER happened to me before & on top of it she said it was the best soup she's ever had...girl j could have diiiiied#it makes me happy to be able to cook for myself and my roomate bestie#its been hard since i have to cook everything with an airfryer or microwave or my rice cooker which also makes stews#i dont have a stove and i dont have money for that and its a lot to hide already#and i cant buy a lot of premade stuff (like tortillas) bc its Too Much and it goes bad quickly#and i throw away a lot#so its genuinely easier for me to just. do things like make tortillas from scratch#they havent been the best bc again no stove but ive figured out a decent method and my masa is pretty good#finding lard has definitely helped a lot in getting the right texture so im happy about that. lard is my favourite guy#i absolutey detest that its called lard though in spanish its called manteca which still gives me a ''this word is greasy'' feeling (which#shouldnt be surprising. pork fat will surely be greasy) but lard feels. FISGUSTING i dont know😭#anyways its been nice figuring how to do stuff from scratch tho#we have a pantry close by within walking distance so im happy ill be able to save money that way its notbeen going the best and ive been#kind of only eating once a day to save on food#but its okay itll get better and ill have more money soon n things will b ok bc i figure it out#i clicked out of the tags and i . i was. this was orignally about soup jesus christ how dod i get from soup to im fucking poor😭 Okay. Well
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straycatj · 1 year ago
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ヤツは家主にとってもキョウイのクロネコなのよ
ヤツの家主へのアクギョウを
あらためて皆さんにおしえるのよ
He is the menace also for my landlady...so I'm going to tell you about his wrongdoing again.
れいぞこの こおりすとっかーをあけて できたこおりを ぜんぶとかした
↑ゆか水びたし
家主がこおりを作らなくなったら こおりすとっかーに入っていた
↑フタつきカゴをかうことになった
たおるカゴに入り くろい毛だらけにした(シャシンさんしょう)
タナにのぼってフキンカゴをおとす
↑ぜんぶせんたくすることになった
↑フタつきカゴをかうことになった
ゴハンじゃぁ たいまーじかんまえにフタをあけて ゴハンをダイナシにした
ゴハンじゃぁ かってにあけてくう
↑ヨコぼたんのじゃぁをかうことになった
おべんとバコのゴハンをくう
おもちつきのおコメをかってにくう
パスタのふくろを あけてかじる
らぁめんのふくろを あけてかじる
ぷりんくってる家主をおそう
He opened the ice stocker of her refrigerator and let all ice cubes melted
↑it inundated the floor
He entered that stock space after she quit to make ices
He entered her towel box(example photo) and put black furs all the towels
↑ she needed to buy a new box with a lid
He threw away her kitchen cloth box when he climbed and entered the shelf
↑she needed to wash them again
↑ she needed to buy a new box with a lid
He opened the rice cooker before it started to cook so she couldn't have rice at the morning
He opened the rice cooker and ate rice
She needed to buy a new cooker with the side button
He ate rice in her lunch box
He ate mochi rice before she cook
He opened the package of pasta and ate them
He opened the package of lamen and ate them
He raids her every time while she's eating her favorite pudding
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Khichdi ⁺˚⋆。°✩₊✩°。⋆˚⁺
Summary: y/n wants to surprise lando, but her health has other plans for her.
⇗ ln x desi!reader ₊˚ෆ
⇗ fluff + sickfic ₊˚ෆ
masterlist ☾☼
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y/n had been the first woman that lando felt like he was truly ready to risk it all for. he was never a person who could date someone who lived on a separate continent, but somehow, with y/n, he wanted to make it work. after almost a year of long distance, and only meeting on some weekends or holidays, y/n had decided to surprise him by visiting him in monaco. lando had felt happier than he had in a while, and as soon as he saw y/n standing at his door with her suitcase, he had wasted no time gathering y/n in his arms and twirling her around, whispering just how grateful he was that she was there. 
unfortunately, y/n had a habit of always falling sick for at least a day or two after travelling big distances. as much as she had hoped that the flight from india to monaco wouldn’t lead to her falling sick, her prayers had not been heard. the very night that she had landed in monaco, she could feel a fever coming in. as desperate as she was to ignore it, lando wouldn’t let her, and forced her into bed. 
she had slept the entire night, and then, had slept through breakfast. finally, at lunch time, lando shook her awake and asked her if she wanted to eat something. sleepily, y/n mumbled, “khichdi,” 
lando was confused. he had no idea what khichdi was. but, he also did not want to trouble y/n any further. whispering an “okay”, he left the room and headed towards his kitchen, where he was already FaceTiming y/n’s mum. 
lando had met y/n’s mum multiple times through video calls, and the first time he had visited y/n in india was also the first time he had met y/n’s mum. it had been far too early in the relationship to be meeting each other’s parents, but somehow, it had felt right. so, y/n and lando never questioned it. 
“hi, lando,” y/n’s mum’s voice rang through the house, and he quickly put on his AirPods. setting his phone against a kitchen appliance, he took a step back and looked almost scared. 
“what’s wrong?” she asked. 
“um, y/n’s sick. has a fever. she’s been sleeping for almost 14 hours now.” he said.
“oh no,” 
lando nodded, “yeah. but, also, i asked her what she wanted for lunch, because i know she hates soup and i can’t figure out what she would want to eat right now. and, she said something called khich- khichdi?” 
y/n’s mum nodded, “khichdi, yeah. its basically rice and lentils cooked together.” 
“right. i don’t know how to make it, so i was hoping that you could teach me?” lando almost seemed shy in his request. 
y/n’s mum smiled brightly, and began guiding him through the steps. lando had a fair collection of indian spices or as y/n called them ‘masalas’. y/n had stocked his house with all kinds of appliances, food, everything that she would need or she has in india. lando never questioned it, because it just seemed easier to already have all those things for when y/n would eventually move in with him. 
lando was scared out of his mind for most of the part. pressure cookers were loud, and honestly, a little violent in his opinion. he didn’t understand how his girlfriend cooked most of her food in such a violent and scary appliance. every time the cooker went off, lando resisted the urge to hide behind the island. he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her mother just yet. he could do that after he had married y/n. then, y/n’s mother won’t be allowed to have a problem with him. 
after the terrifying process of making khichdi was done, lando bid y/n’s mum goodbye, and quickly scooped a decent amount of rice from the pressure cooker and into a bowl. putting it on a tray along with a glass of water and some meds, lando made his way to his bedroom. 
gently opening the door, he said, “y/n, come on, i made you lunch,” 
“five more minutes,” y/n said, as she turned and faced the other way. 
smiling at his girlfriend, lando set the tray on his bedside table, and sat down on the bed. he gently ran his fingers through her hair that had become wet from sweat. but that was good, because her fever was breaking. 
“come on, i made you khichdi,” he said. 
y/n’s eyes opened instantly. had she heard him correctly? she turned towards him slowly and stared up at his face. “you did what?” 
“i made you khichdi. you said you wanted that, so i made it.” 
y/n immediately sat up, and lando propped up pillows behind her so that she was comfortable. 
once she was settled, lando picked up the tray and settled it on her lap, making sure that it wouldn’t fall. all that while, y/n stared at him in wonderment. she looked down at the bowl, and there it was. khichdi. looking the same way as her mum’s khichdi. 
he offered her a spoon, and she took it gratefully. taking a bite of her khichdi, y/n’s heart was overflowing. it was the same as her mum’s. it tasted exactly the same, with just the right consistency and everything. 
“is it good?’ lando asked hesitantly. it was the first time he had cooked indian food. he didn’t want to get his girlfriend sick. or, more sick than she already was.
y/n looked at him with a smile, “it’s perfect. thank you. i don’t even remember saying that i wanted khichdi. how’d you make it?” 
lando smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i- uh- called your mum. asked her how i could make it, and she taught me.” 
abandoning her bowl, y/n wrapped her arms around lando’s neck, hugging him tightly. lando reciprocated the hug. “i love you,” she whispered. 
“oh, baby, i love you too. are you okay?” he asked, worried that maybe he had crossed a line somehow. 
she sniffled and pulled back, “i’m okay. you’re just perfect, and i love you so much.” 
lando smiled at her, and pulled her against his chest. the two settled against the headboard, with y/n’s head on his chest as she slowly ate the khichdi. lando had pulled out his laptop and put on brooklyn nine nine for her. 
eventually, after she had finished eating, and he had forced the medicine down her throat, because she really did hate taking medicines, y/n had fallen asleep against his chest, wrapped in his arms, with his chin tucked over her head. lando had somehow never felt more at peace before. 
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
i hope you guys enjoyed this! ive had this idea stuck in my head for a while now. i'd gotten sick a couple weeks ago, and I thought of this and I was finally able to write it! i really hope all my desi girlies love this! i've also got a link for my taglist that you can find here!
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fred-the-dinosaur · 11 months ago
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also. When we got it I justified a little that we could cook other things in it, stews and steam veg on top and rice with things in.
We've never got round to it, because every time we go novelty? nah and we just make the best white rice you ever had
ok but as a white person who grew up in a rice eating culture (Cajun), hearing other white people who didn’t grow up eating rice often talk about rice is sometimes the most maddening/insane experience
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bitchimasnake-sss · 8 months ago
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hi! could i request some luffy fluff? i love how you write his dialogue, so maybe some pet names he would use? 🌸🦋
you have put an idea into my head that'll be very hard to get rid of @kingofthe-egirls hehe. the fic starts off as a crack!fic but i'll make it sweety-sweet towards the end!
the worst mistake ft. monkey d. luffy!
set-up: my headcanons based on what lovely @kingofthe-egirls asked! just our captain luffy and his absurd fucking nick-names.
warning: wholesome! more of a crack!fic (i dont know if its even remotely fluffy im sorry) than anything else. i do love me some good, self-indulgent stupid with my fav man on the sea :)
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💗mistakes are a normal part of life. as bob ross said, "there are no mistakes, just happy accidents." well, he had clearly never made this catastrophic mistake. you had jokingly called luffy "bugaboo". emphasis on jokingly. 💗the sun was setting and you both were sitting on his bed, recalling the time zoro got lost and accidentally stumbled into a river-stream where local women were bathing. and afterwards how sanji wailed when he realized he wasn't there to witness it. your crew was weird, there was no doubt about it. but that wasn't the focus of the conversation. "heh" he snorted, "what did you call me?" "bugaboo?" you laughed, poking his cheek teasingly, "why?" he looked at you with his wide-eyed, honeyed gaze, "what does it mean? am i a bug?" with his wide eyes and stretchy smile, one might say so. but you didn't tell him that.
"its means... nothing?" you smiled softly, tracing your finger on the scar 'neath his eye, "it's just a nickname, baby. just something said out of affection." "out of affection?" he looked at your confused, "so anything can be a pet name?" you nodded in agreement, "pretty much, luff." worst fucking mistake of your life. 💗it was past dinner. and you and the captain were about to fall asleep to the noise of the crew chattering outside. "hey?" luffy hummed. and you hummed back in acknowledgement. "rice cooker." he mumbled into your chest, "you smell so nice~" you choked on your breath, spluttering, "lu-luff? did you just complement the rice cooker??" "no?" he looked up at you, bringing his finger to boop you on your nose, "i mean you. you, rice cooker. you smell so good, is it the soap sanji brought from that isla—" but you weren't listening to him. was he insulting you?? was he saying you were built like a rice cooker???? was he asking you to make him some rice, hence, you were the "rice cooker"?????? "luffy," you looked at him, concerned, "what do you mean rice cooker?!" "what?" he laughed, "it's a pet name. you said that a pet name can be anything?" when you stared at him, still concerned, he explained himself, "i mean like... i like you, i like rice cooker. cause it cooks rice—" "—go to sleep, luffy."
💗you had to clear it to him the next morning that nicknames cannot be that absurd. and when he asked you what qualifies as a nice pet-name, you tried really hard to think of some. "oooh, you like food right?" his eyes twinkled up at the mere mention of the topic. you grinned, satisfied, "so, like honey, sugar, pie, cherry. these are all examples of good pet names." he nodded at you with conviction in his eyes, as if he truly got you now. 💗it was lunch time now. and after beating up a marine ship, the entire crew was waiting for sanji to finish cooking so you could all stuff down some food. you were next to robin, sun-bathing and chatting ideally about a book she had lent you. she made a joke about how the character was dumb and you nodded and laughed along. in the midst of it, your boyfriend came and stood next to you, "hey?" both you and robin looked at the captain. you gave him a welcoming smile, "what's up, babe?" "so..." he looked over robin for a second before looking back at you. "i was just saying that i love you very much, my bombocado." his bombo- what? but before you could inquire him, he giggled and ran away. what??? and you resorted to look at robin, a bit confused. she replied back easily, "it's a brazilian dessert." is it now?
💗"what do you mean?" the captain looked at you confused when you told him bombocado wasn't a great pet name. "then, what else is a good nickname?" "i dunno." you sighed, "something normal like cherry or something." but that had opened yet another pandora's box. because now every time he saw you, he would refer to you as some fruit: "hey there, banana~" "i love you, my java plum." "should we go out on a date, pineapple?" "you look so pretty, my dragon fruit." a pause, "hey. my dad's name is dragon!!" you had given up on the idea of pet names. you would rather be addressed by your government given name than a pinecone. but now you were stuck with these absurd names. how wonderful. (but, i mean it was luffy who was saying them, so, you didn't exactly mind too much but when the entire crew caught on. boy the humiliation, the drama.). 💗but then one day, before drifting off to sleep, he slowly whispered, "i love you, cupcake." you almost jumped up in victory. almost. but instead, you chose to pet his hair softly and kiss him on his forehead, "good night, muffin." "—i love muffin." you kissed his forehead again as his hair tickled your skin, "ofcourse you do. goodnight, baby." "goodnight, honey nuts." just give up on ever having a normal nick name. i'm sorry. it won't happen.
💗jokes aside, here's my actual list of names that i think luffy would call you: 1. peach (cause you're sweet (in more ways than one) and because you once told him it meant ass and he laughed for 15 mins cause peach means ass) 2. mama (idk, sounds good to me? sounds like something he would just go along with) 3. lovebug (he once heard sanji say it and he thought it was so cute cause if hes a bug and you're a bug then you both together can be a bug-couple) 4. mi amor (heard sanji say it, thought it was pretty) 5. hot stuff (ussop convinced him that's what he calls kaya and kaya loves it) 6. sunshine (because you're his sunshine, what's not clicking??) 7. angel (because you're an angel, again, where's the confusion??) well, at the end of the day it doesn't matter what he called you. what mattered was that, you could come collapse in his arms. and he would squeeze his arms around you and tell you how he loved you. what were a few corny petnames to endure if you got all of his love in return?
a/n: i am convinced this is simultaneously the best and worst thing i've ever written. i hope it was atleast mildly satisfying @kingofthe-egirls <3
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hai7ani · 23 days ago
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Her Favourite Son / Haitani Rindou, Haitani Ran
brownies (Rindou's, part 1) | mooncakes (Ran's, part 2)
i.
Rindou finally agrees for dinner after being begged to go by his girlfriend after a whole week.
They show up 15 minutes late at his brother's house due to an unexpected road block to see his mother in the kitchen.
He hasn't seen this sight since he was 6 when Ma was still nice to him as her son.
She freezes when she turns to see him taking off his shoes at the foyer and his girlfriend is beside him, holding a bag of something that looks really fancy while she bows.
"I thought you weren't gonna come." She says curtly before turning around to scoop two bowls of rice from the cooker.
Rindou remains silent the entire time he pulls out two chairs for them both before looking for his brother.
"He's out at the pharmacy. Another 5 minutes I believe." She informs as if she has an extra pair of eyes behind her head. "Your sister is in her room."
He hasn't heard her speak so calmly before. What he has been used to hearing is passive-aggressiveness in her voice when she'd always pick on his acne or telling him to behave better when all he did was drop a piece of rice on the floor. She was strict and a hypocrite his whole life.
His girlfriend looks at him and he squeezes her hand under the table, but he doesn't say a word. He's quiet when he leans back to bore holes on her apron while she makes her way over to them.
The smell of Chinese herbs fills his nose and he coughs out of pure instinct, but he could see the way she takes a step back to quickly undo her apron, disappearing into the guest.
ii.
So far, dinner only consists of his sister-in-law commenting on how fragrant the rice is and how soft the tofu is cooked today (she helped preparing it), Ran picking out the bone of the fish delicately to place its meat on Rindou's bowl, with his mother watching her youngest eating everything on the table and picking up food with his chopsticks for his girlfriend, except for the plate of fried chicken right in front of him.
She picks a drumstick and places it into his bowl in one swift motion. His brother watches, eyes observant and daring, as he pauses to stare at the piece of chicken before his eyes. She then grabs a wing for Ran.
Both of the brothers have always liked eating chicken wings as kids and his mother didn't believe Ran when he told her so. She insists that Rindou likes the drums because it's what she's used to giving him when he was still really young.
Rindou scoffs when he remembers, but he still eats it anyway.
As always, Ran always gets the wings.
iii.
"Can you do Thursday, December 5?"
"Nope. I have work."
"Okay. What about weekends? Let's say, the 14th. Can't on the 7th, we have an ob-gyn meeting."
"Nah, I have plans."
Ran switches his phone off to sigh through his nose. He shuts his eyes, thinking through with his words.
"It's just one day. The doctor's only available half-day on Saturday and they're not in on Sundays. Just take the day off on 5th. Saturdays are too rushing."
"No. I have an investor's meeting on 5th. Just go without me."
"For fuck's sake, Rin. Your Ma's dying! The doctor's asking to see her direct family, which is us by the way, to brief on her situation and you're not being fucking cooperative at all." He yells. "One day is all I'm asking from you!"
Rindou remains still as he sits on the bed scrolling through his Yahoo feed. He's not actually looking at anything on his screen 一 he just doesn't want to deal with whatever Ran's putting him through.
He's not in the mood at all.
"You can go without me. Just shoot a text if you have anything." He shrugs, voice lazy.
"'S not like she'll want me there, anyway." He emphasises, and Ran visibly gets pissed.
"Say that again?"
Rindou doesn't repeat it despite really wanting to. He's just as pissed as Ran but he's better at hiding it by making it seem like he doesn't care 一 something he'd learned the hard way, growing up.
He stands and pulls open the door in one quick breath to see his mother standing there, a plate of freshly sliced fruits in her hand and two small bottles of Yakult held in the other.
Anyone can tell she's disappointed because she really has been trying 一 she just didn't know her son well enough to get a perfect score, and she had been stubborn with it, too. Which is why she had asked of Rindou's girlfriend on what he likes to drink because there's a lot of choices in the fridge. "He likes Yakult." A pause. "He still does?"
iv.
Snowfall is late this winter. Growing up, Rindou has never liked the cold. He runs warm and he likes the warm. He used to always get really sick on the first snow and Ran would be there to put a cold towel on his forehead and get him pills for his fever.
His mother never really cared when he'd get sick. She'd hand him a couple bills for KoolFever at Lawson and tell him to shower it off before heading out to go smoke in the snow. She has always liked the cold and he always thought she was not right in the head.
He got his trait from his father. He hates that man and he hates that he always has to think of him when he gets sick even on the days the flowers bloom or the waves are high.
He picks a clover from one of Ran's plant as he sits on the balcony people-watching. His sister-in-law and his girlfriend are in the nursery gushing over how cute the room is and his brother is in his study making a call. Probably to his wife's ob-gyn saying they'd have to postpone the appointment on 7th because they have plans on that day.
He feels something warm on his neck and flinches.
"The hell you're doing out here? You're gonna get sick again. You always一"
She holds her tongue and stops. For the first time in probably forever, his mother did not point the finger at him for something small and un-trivial.
He catches the scarf before it can slip off his hoodie. It's soft and it's red, and it's her favourite scarf.
The same one he got her as a birthday present with the money he'd saved up for months when he was thirteen and still naive that his mother really loved him. She still wears it to this day and suddenly he feels really, really bad.
The sour feeling in his heart returns and he turns around before he can let her see the reddening on his nose, the gloss over his eyes.
"Hope it doesn't snow." She says quietly, taking a seat beside him on the bench, sighing. "Can't have you sick before your meeting."
He bends down, arms resting on his knees with the scarf loosely, lazily wrapped around his neck. It smells of her and he holds his breath. He can't bear to tell her he hasn't been getting sick on winter anymore 一 it's one of the few things she remembered about him, and it stopped at 16 when his parents got a divorce and he had to follow his father instead.
"I hope it ends well." She places a warm hand on his back and rubs it up and down a little. Her movements are stiff but it works the magic. He feels the corner of his eyes getting wet and he clicks his tongue as soft as he can.
It's words she's not used to saying. She tries to make it sound as nice as possible, overthinking on her words before finally deciding to approach him and thinking that it might come off as really patronising. She doesn't want to scare her son away again 一 she's done it for so long that she's forgotten just how nice it is to be with him alone. Just like this, side by side. Mother and son. She’s always avoided Rindou since her husband started going astray because he looks so much like him, and she regrets it now.
She really does.
"Good luck, boy."
It's also words that Rindou isn't used to hearing at all. He tries to keep it in but it comes out anyway. It's a lot sweeter than he wanted it to.
"Thanks, Ma."
He cries.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago
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Follow You Anywhere 10
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No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.
Characters: Captain Syverson
Note: back to work but still hurting.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.
Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖
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You’re grateful only for the reprieve of Sy’s shower. He spends at least an hour in the bathroom but it’s not nearly enough time to figure this out. He’s not going anywhere and you have no way of changing that. And with how things are going, it won’t be long before you’re entirely trapped with him. 
The helplessness suffocates you. You slowly get up, needing to do something, anything to keep your thoughts from spiralling further. Or him. 
You go to the kitchen and pull out some chicken. Even with your recent shop, what you have won’t last. Not with two people. You marinate the tender breast as you pull out the jasmine rice and your mini rice cooker. Everything you have is built for one, it’s another reminder that he’s invaded your life. 
The bathroom door opens and you stay hidden in the kitchen. It’s only as he calls your name that you poke your head out. You don’t want him to think you’ve tried to escape again. Imagine that, escaping your own life. 
“Here,” you squeak and your mouth hangs open. He stands in only a towel. It’s low enough that the trail of hair along his stomach grows thicker just above the knot. Your lashes flick and you cough, “just starting dinner. Jerk chicken and... and rice.” 
“Sounds delicious,” he grins and runs his fingers through his beard. “Much better than field rations, eh, Aika?” 
He whistles at the dog and she perks her ears up. Sy sighs and drops his arms, smiling at you dreamily. Your eyes wander to the scars all over his body; a thick raised one along his ribs and smaller ones flecked along his shoulder and a line on his lower stomach. 
“I’ll get dressed,” he rubs his hands together, “can’t be eatin’ in my towel, huh?” 
“Sure, uh, I... I’ll be in here.” 
You go back into the kitchen and stare at the rice maker. You see the reflection of his scarred mind in his body. Again you can’t help the rent in your heart. That sympathy that underlines your fear. He’s a tortured soul but not one you can soothe. You don't know where to begin. 
You put the chicken in the oven and set the rice to cook. Next you look for a veggie. Broccoli. Standard. You’ll add a bit of seasoning. You’re not very hungry, even as the aromas rise in the air. 
“God, it’s hot in here,” Sy growls as he appears in the doorway that opens to the dining space.  
“It’s the oven,” you say as rinse the head of broccoli, “sorry.” 
“Ah, you know, it’s not half so bad as the desert,” he chuckles, “Aika knows. The way the sand gets all in your mouth and—and everywhere else.” 
“I can’t imagine,” you murmur, “wouldn’t be a day at the beach, I’m sure.” 
“Mm, no,” he agrees as he leans on the wall, “not a bad idea. I could take ya down for a beach day. We could get some good pictures. A few videos.” 
“Maybe, I don’t know,” you focus on your task. You put the broccoli on the cutting board and pull out a knife. 
“You want me to get that, sweetie? Don’t wanna cut yourself now,” he pushes away from the wall. 
“No, I got it,” you line up the knife and chop the head in half. He winces. 
“It’s dangerous, you got a smaller one?” 
“Really, Sy, I’m fine,” you insist as he looms closer, “let me just get dinner ready and you can sit--” you hiss as you pull your finger back at the sudden slip. 
“I told ya,” he accuses as he grabs your hand and examines it. His grip is iron and you don’t resist. There’s no blood. 
“It was just my nail,” you wiggle the top of your finger, “please--” 
“Let me do it,” he insists and reaches for your other hand, “give me the knife, sweetie.” 
You hesitate but hand it over. You’re not sure why he’s so nervous about it. Still, there’s no sense fighting over sharp objects. 
“We gotta work together, don’t we?” He says as he chops.  
“Sure,” you agree thinly. 
You turn to get a sheet pan for the broccoli. You’ll dress in oil and some spices, maybe a bit of lemon juice. As you lay parchment paper over it, he drops the knife in the sink. 
He remains, crowding you as he watches you work. You spread out the little branches and drizzle them over. You put them in beside the chicken and rinse off your hands. You dry off and glance over at Sy. He's watching you. 
“You really don’t have to stay out here,” you say. 
“I like being around you,” he grins, “still can’t believe it’s real.” 
Me neither, you think. 
“Well, all that’s left is the waiting,” you set a timer, “so...” 
“Ah, well, s’pose we can do that on the couch.” 
“Oh, well, I was gonna get the laundry together,” you say, the excuse popping up spontaneously. 
“Why don’t you wait ‘til tomorrow?” 
“Right, uh, I wanted to get it done. I need to get back to my commissions tomorrow.” 
“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “you work too hard.” 
You withhold a mean thought. He hasn’t mentioned work since he showed up. What about that desk he was talking about? You know better than to challenge him. You’ll keep the peace as long as you have to. Get through dinner then worry about the real test; bedtime. 
“Alright, let’s sit,” you relent and reach for his large hand.  
It’s not an affectionate gesture, merely appeasing. You can still hear his voice booming and the thump his skull made on the wall. Not to mention the state of his face and the dent in your wall. You can’t forget what he’s capable of. You can’t deny that you’re lucky he only hurt himself. 
He lets you guide him out of the kitchen and you try not to show your reticence. You won’t think of what happened on the couch last time. Besides, you can’t leave the food to burn. 
💗
You eat at the table. It’s an excuse for some space. As you waited for the timer to save you, you were trapped in his embrace. His constant touching and cooing. You should be flattered when someone tells you you’re pretty and perfect but he just makes you want to combust. 
You can hardly stay still. You clear the table and tidy up what mess is left in the kitchen. You can hear him prowling in the other room. You wipe down the table and peek up as he stops to watch you. 
“Almost done?” He asks. 
“Sure, uh, I’ll finish and get washed up for the night.” 
“Washed up?” He echoes. 
“Brush my teeth, wash my face, all that,” you explain. 
“Oh, yeah, makes sense.” 
“What about Aika? She need to go out?” 
He stops and looks at the dog, still laying at the door. 
“She should,” he intones grimly, “I’ll take her then.” 
He disappears into the bedroom as you let out a breath. It’s not much. You know you’re just putting off the inevitable. He reemerges with the jangle of keys and you see your phone case peeking out of a pocket in his cargo shorts. He might seem scattered but there’s something about him that assures you he’s just as calculated. 
“I’ll be back,” he assures and stops just by the door, “sure you don’t wanna come with us?” 
You rinse off the cloth and shake it out. 
“I’ll be fine.” 
“You should come...” he mumbles. 
“Sy,” you go to the doorway parallel to the apartment door, “I promise, I won’t go anywhere.” 
You have nowhere to go. 
He stares at you. His looks pale and drawn. He cracks his neck as he tilts his head one way then the other. He lets out a long exhale as he sets his head straight and he steps closer. Aika stands, her paws scuffing on the hardwood. You gulp as he makes himself bigger and glares down at you. 
“I know you won’t,” he says quietly, “because you know I’ll follow you anywhere, don’t you, sweetie?” 
You bat your lashes and gulp. You nod, “yes, captain.” 
His lips curve and he reaches to grab you, cradling the back of your head as he pulls you close and kisses your forehead, “good girl. Get nice and fresh for me.” 
He lets you go with a growl and you stand frozen between the counters. Aika watches him with her doleful eyes as he steps into his boots. He opens the door and points her out, not bothering to take the leash with him. She looks at you, wiggling her nose, before she goes. 
The door snaps shut behind Sy and jolt you. You can’t shake the grit in his voice. The subliminal threats laced into his proclamation of devotion. He found you and he’ll find you again, so why bother trying to run? 
You shut off the kitchen light and flit into the bedroom. You gather up a set of pajamas. A white tee and short pairing with little sliced oranges stamped into the fabric. You lock yourself in the bathroom and face yourself in the mirror. You look just as afraid as you feel. 
You lay out the pajamas to one side of the sink and put on the fluffy headband that keeps your hair out of the way. You start your usual routine, the familiarity the only comfort you have left. Brushing flossing, exfoliating, moisturizing, and toning. It’s the little things you started to make yourself feel better but they just aren’t working this time. 
You hear him return as you button up the pajama top. You stare at the door with dread and gather up your shirt and skirt, along with your panties and bra. You teeter on the balls of your feet, trying to find whatever you might call courage. He gets there first. 
The knock makes you jump. You quickly go to the door and flip back the lock. He opens the door from the other side before you can. 
“Everything okay?” He asks. 
“Yes,” you answer dumbly as you hug your armful of clothes. 
“Oh, you look... nice. Refreshed.” 
“Um, yeah,” you say as you waver. There’s no room to get around him. 
He steps back and waves you out. You carry the clothing into the bedroom to dump in the hamper and turn to find him looming in the doorway. Great. 
“You smell good,” he purrs as he peels off his shirt. 
“Did you lock the door?” You ask. 
“Don’t worry ‘bout that. You got me here to take care of ya,” he scoffs and hurls the shirt so it just barely clings to the side of the hamper. “Those are some cute jammies.” 
“Oh, uh, thanks,” you look down and pinch the sides of the shorts. 
“Long day,” he stretches and drops his arms, unbuttoning his shorts shamelessly. 
“Yep,” you agree, “be nice to sleep.” 
You go to the edge of the bed and slip beneath the duvet. You tuck your chin down as you hug yourself beneath the fluffy cover and keep your back to him. He flips the light off and you nearly whimper. The bed dips behind you and cool air flows under the blanket as he climbs in behind you. 
You’re not surprised when he swathes you in his thick arm. He pulls you against him, his furry chest flush to you as he purrs. You grasp his forearm and squirm as his heat surrounds you. He nuzzles your hair and plumes hot breath over your scalp. 
“Ain’t this nice? I could spend every night like this,” he growls as he keeps you curled up in one arm as his other hand trails down your side. “Never slept much over in the s—over there.” 
You squeak and stare into the static darkness. You tremble and force out a yawn. Maybe he’ll get the hint. For once. 
“I’m tired too, sweetie,” he toys with the bottom button on your shirt, “I know I’ll sleep all nice and cozy with you.”  
His fingers tickle your lower stomach and crawl beneath the cotton. You go rigid as he creeps up your soft flesh and you latch onto him as you try to stop him. He presses his lips to your crown. 
“Don’t be bad,” he warns in a gristle. 
You let him go with a babble. He brings his hand to cover one side of your chest. He squeezes and lets out a raspy groan. He rolls his hips and you feel he’s in need again. You close your eyes and brace yourself. It’s worse than the couch. You’ve laid yourself down in his trap. 
“You’re so soft, sweetie,” he fondles you, swirling his rough fingertips around your nipple, “so warm...” he inhales your scent and snarls, “you got me hurtin’ so bad.” 
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4ranghaes · 2 months ago
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park sungho x reader [fluff, fem terms used (noona)]
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21:19 - “wah! the smell!” jaehyun exclaimed, his loud voice ringing through the dorms.
“noona!” woonhak yelled, rushing through the entrance to the kitchen where you were finishing off dinner for the six boys.
“ya, do you two have to be so loud?” you laughed, woonhak and leehan suddenly appearing behind you, trying to get a taste of your cooking. “stop! go and wash up, you all smell from practise.”
“ah noona i’m so hungry,” woonhak whined.
you rolled your eyes with a small smile, feeding him a small piece of the jaeyuk bokkeum you were cooking. “now go! you’re in my way.”
he smiled, grabbing some of the banchan laid out on the side as he walked past, riwoo hitting him at the action.
“all of you wash up!” you yelled, when suddenly a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist.
“what’s all this?” sungho murmured, groaning as he relaxed into your body.
you chuckled slightly, placing a hand on his face that was perched on your shoulder, “just wanted to make sure you all ate tonight. i came by this morning to drop something off and i saw way too many snack wrappers.”
sungho’s heart tightened at your words, how could one person be so caring? he couldn’t help but fall even deeper in love with you.
“here, try,” you said, grabbing a piece of meat with the tongs and feeding it to him. he moved so he was leaning against the counter, eyes looking at you, wide with shock as he ate.
“wah. this– this taste’s just like my mum’s!” he exclaimed.
you grinned, “i’m so glad! i asked her for the recipe. also she recommended some of these banchans to go with it. although the rice is just instant but that’s because your rice cooker had a funky smell—”
sungho’s arms wrapped around your body, holding you to his chest. you dropped the tongs back into the pan, laughing into his chest, “what?”
“thank you,” he sighed, “really. i love you.”
you smiled, melting into the hug, “i love you too, yeppi.”
he pressed kisses into the top of your head repeatedly, his hands rubbing absentmindedly up and down your back.
“ah, now go and shower!” you exclaimed, pulling away, “sweaty.”
sungho laughed, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his hair, still wet from the sweat accumulated during practise. you shrieked, “stop! sungho! seriously. i’ll set the table while you shower.”
sungho smiled lovingly, walking away, continuing to blow you kisses as he went.
“noona! i’m finished!” woonhak exclaimed, running back into the kitchen.
“ya! woonhak! your towel’s still on the drying rack, i know you didn’t shower!”
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i-need-of-a-hobby · 5 months ago
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rating dbd characters solely on how good of cooks i think they'd be:
charles: not half bad while alive, has gotten a bit rusty since, 6/10
edwin: a lot better at the cleaning part than the cooking part (good old boarding school punishments) 3/10
crystal: -70/10 please for the love of all that is good and holy never let this girl within a ten foot radius of a stove
niko: on one hand, she has survived 16 years off convenience store take out alone, on the other hand, she owns a hatsune miku themed rice cooker. 3/10
jenny: the only character on this show i would trust to make me dinner 10/10
monty: 2/10 but give him a break hes been a human for like three days, and he'd very enthusiastically help you if you were the one cooking.
esther: -4/10 queen of the dine and dash
cat king: -everything/10 you tell this man you're hungry and he responds with "eat me"
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