#spitting on your onion rings

[borisfenestra]

A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes was a phenomenal movie, top to bottom.

However,

Why does this mf

Look like this mf

I swear man, every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin'

[maretriarch]

getting his nasty little wiggling cartoon germs they show in handwashing psas all over your krispies putting his nasty little fingers in your food

[nerdygirlramblings]

really want to write more about Oz, but the omegaverse worms keep entering my brain

cw: attempted accents

previous

Price clocked your reactions this afternoon. He isn't stupid. He knows that being a woman, and an omega in particular, puts a target on your back. The prejudice against both your primary and secondary genders means you need to be so much better than your peers, and you are. You are outstanding in your field. Extraordinary. He's not surprised some other task force hasn't snatched you up before now.

Thankfully, he got you to agree to dinner with the team, so he has help in convincing you to join them as a teammate. And once you're on the team, they can work on convincing you to join the pack.

Two hours after you left his office, and with your parents' words ringing in your ears, you're in the mess, waiting alone at a table in the back. You're usually in the mess alone but try not to linger long. An unclaimed omega alone around so many alphas is practically asking for trouble. Just as you start worrying about Captain Price and the others, he walks in flanked by the largest man you've ever seen in your entire life, his face hidden by a mask with a painted skull on it. Price is big, but the man next to him is taller and almost twice as wide.

Price is looking around the room, but the masked man leans towards Price and points in your direction. When he sees you, Price breaks into a grin and starts heading your way. As he and the large man in the mask approach, you're able to see two smaller - in comparison - men behind them, moving with a purpose that lets you know this is the full 141. Besides Price and the mountain, there's a stocky white man with a mohawk and a beautiful, lithe black man.

When they all stand in front of you, you can smell Price's autumnal scent along with another alpha whose scent is layered in something sharp, like ginger, onion, and garlic. It's a smell you associate with Mum's cooking, but you know many find it off-putting. There's a scent of saplings or fresh snapped greenery mixed with the mellow smell of a warm day: a spring scent coated in beta. The last is another beta, but this scent is crisp and brine, the ocean made flesh. You wonder whose scent is whose.

Price steps forward, offering you his wrist, his scent, again. As you take it and bring it closer to your face, he smiles and says, "Glad ya came." You dip your head in a slight nod and drop his hand, and he takes the seat across from you. He introduces the rest of the pack task force in turn, each man politely offering their wrist before sitting down. You recognize the informal scenting ritual common when joining new groups. You did the same with your squad when you first came to base.

Leftenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is the other alpha. He is sat next to Price. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish smells like the ocean, and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is spring. With your permission, the sergeants are sat on either side of you.

"I wan'ed ya ta be able to put faces to the 141 before ya made yer decision," Price tells you. "This way if ya wan'ed ta see what are trainin' looks like or ask about anything, ya'd know who ta ask." Then he surprises you when he suggests you go with the sergeants, the betas, to grab trays for everyone.

"Gaz and Soap know wha' we like," he says, pointing between him and Ghost. "They can get ours while we hold the fort." He must read the confusion on your face, but he only smiles in response. This was not the behavior of an alpha trying to prove his worth to an omega. This was a Captain letting you converse with members of the task force equal to you in rank without superior officers around.

As you make your way to the food, you see Soap eyeing you. You look back a few times, clearly puzzled and a little off balance, until Gaz finally elbows him and says, "Either spit it out, mate, or stop gawkin'."

Soap grins almost manically. "Aye seen ye running th'other morn. Yoor form neyver waivered. Was a sight," he sighs. You remember someone complementing your form after a run about a week back.

"Oh, tha' was you? You were quick!"

"Nae as quick as yoo, lass. I saw yoo pass the barracks foor times. An' aye could tell yoo'd been runnin' a fair bit befoor aye saw ye. Aye cannae run tha' consistently." He doesn't miss the way you blush as his compliment.

You stand in line behind Soap with Gaz at your back. They aren't alphas, but it's hard to miss how their presence calms you, and that's without them projecting their scents for you. Simply knowing you aren't here alone, that people are here who have your back, is enough.

next

[kszombiesoul93]

(Alastor and Lucifer are sitting down in a fancy restaurant, Alastor already ordered so the waiter turns to Lucifer)

Waiter: and for our King of Hell..perhaps a salad, so you can watch your royal figure

(Alastor almost spits out his drink in shock, he can’t believe he just said that to HIS BOYFRIEND)

Lucifer: Perhaps not, I’ll take the steak SMOTHERED in onions, a rack of ribs, some pasta with EXTRA garlic, and some onion rings with LOTS AND LOTS of sauerkraut

(the waiter turns to Alastor)

Alastor: my darling apple pie knows what he wants 🙂

[emmyrosee]

[23:39 pm]

Rolling up into the driveway of your home, Kita smiles, sleepily, as he sees the tv flickering in the window leading into the living room.

He’s told you time and time again that the blinds should be drawn closed for worry of people watching through the windows- you said you’ll be damned before you become ‘that house.’

Call him paranoid, but he’s seen those horror movies with Osamu; it’s been a blessing and a curse.

With a small grunt from his sore back, Shinsuke slowly slips out of his truck and grabs his filled lunch bag in the passenger seat. He doesn’t want to eat after he’s been baking in the sun, but a hearty breakfast and a few protein shakes have been fine with keeping him around.

Although, up until this point, he hasn’t had you to corner him and scold him about it.

Maybe that’s why you’re still awake. Crap.

He fiddles with his engagement ring before he unlocks the door to your home- thank god you at least remembered to lock that- before entering in as quiet as possible in an attempt to not wake you if you were asleep.

To his not-so surprise, you are not asleep, and instead wide awake watching someone on YouTube while scrolling through your phone on tiktok. He tells you all the time that’s bad for your eyes. You do not care.

There’s a face mask smeared on your face and you just look so cozy that he wishes he could’ve been home sooner to curl up with you.

“I’m home,” he says, setting his bag on the hook before coming into the living room to see you. You look up at him from over the couch, chewing the last bit of whatever you were eating before grinning up at him. “What’re you still doing up?”

You offer him a shrug, “wanted to make sure you didn’t eat alone.” You nudge your head to the fridge, “and I know you haven’t been eating when you’ve been coming home, so I really wanted to make sure you had something.”

“I eat plenty when I get home,” he says, chuckling.

“And I think you’re full of it- go shower and I’ll finish off my snack and make you some food.”

“Mm?” He hums, leaning his weight on the armrest to kiss your head. “And what are you eating now?”

“Chips dipped in ice cream,” you mumble around a bite.

“…chips dipped in ice cream?”

“Yeah,” you hum, looking up at him. “I wanted something a little salty, but I knew it would make me want something sweet afterwards, so I figured I’d mix the two.”

“God, I adore you, but that’s feral.”

“And you are scared of innovation.” Despite your tease, you load up a ruffled chip with chocolate ice cream, passing it to him with a sweet smile. “Try it.” He eyes it suspiciously, and you scoff. “You don’t get to judge me on something you’ve never tried, Shinsuke.”

“Have you yet to read Hamlet?”

“Don’t you get me on my own hypocrisy,” you scoff. “Do you want the chip or not?”

He stands up and makes a sour face, but despite this, he extends his hand to take the chip from your fingers. He grimaced before hesitantly plopping the snack on his tongue when you bat your eyelashes at him.

One chew.

So far, so decent.

Two chew.

Okay. Now it’s funky.

Third chew has his jaw slacking in horror while from the couch, you start cackling.

“It tastes like bile,” he grimaces, his face scrunching up while you snort.

“That might be the sour cream part of the sour cream and onion.”

“This is foul,” he gags, quickly making his way to the sink to, quite literally, wash his mouth out. He hears you snickering off into the distance, and even if you have the taste of a sociopath, there’s not another thing he’d change about you.

Everything from your strange little cravings, to the way you stay up for him to reheat some dinner with him,

“What’s that thing called, when you like watching someone in pain and distress?” You ask over the running faucet, and he can practically hear the smirk of sadistic pleasure in your face.

He spits out some of the water pooled in his mouth with a retch, “oh, psychopath.”

You snort and he wipes his mouth on a paper towel, shaking his head before approaching you and capturing you in a kiss.

You pull away with a giggle before pecking him again, “you taste like chocolate ice cream.”

“And you taste like a questionable choice I made when I proposed.”

“And clay?”

He inspects your halfway dried face mask and licks his lips, “yeah. And clay.”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

The Jackass Guys Working in Fast Food HC’s!

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, drug use, tampering with food (and general bad food service practices)

An: This fic was largely inspired by this spot the guys did for the Arby’s Action Sports Awards, a concept which still eludes me to this day…

The awards show that invited the jackass guys to host had this sponsorship deal with some fast food company,

And, as written in tiny print on the contract, the guys ended up getting roped into something they’d never thought they’d have to deal with:

Working in food service.

Johnny

Given his position as the leader of the group, Johnny is kinda the manager by default

Partially because he’s so charismatic and partially because he just has pretty privilege so customers can’t get too mad at him

So when the drive through window gets stuck, guess who’s running orders outside?

He was the most responsible one and often takes up the job of cleaning up the dining area,

Even though he did have a tendency to clean off tables while people were eating or sweep a little too close to the patrons,

“Uh, scuse’ me, ma’am…Feet up, please.” And they never seemed to mind!

In fact, anytime someone got their order messed up, guess who they send in?

“I really am sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” Knoxville shoveled about twenty apple pies into a bag as turned to speak over his shoulder to the pissed off customer

“But I just wanted the order I paid for-”

“Shh…Just between you and me.” Johnny nudged the bag closer to him with a wink, “Go ahead- take it! I gotcha.”

And he actually took it.

Bam

“What’re you- some kinda wussy?” Bam had a tendency to shit talk customer’s orders, often pressuring them to size up,

“C’mon, be a man! You know what, dude? I’m just gonna put you down for a large combo…”

God forbid a customer is rude to him because holy shit. Bam is a master the guerrilla food terrorisim!

He has 100% spit in a guys onion rings because he yelled at him over the drive thru

And you bet he served them with a smile

Even though Bam has that whole line cook look, he’s maybe the worst person you want to have working at your restaurant.

It’s pretty rare that he gets sent out to register duty (due to the fact it takes him forever to make change)

But when he does, he just looks so disheveled from working in the kitchen

I’m talking condiments on his apron, pieces of meat just…hanging off of him, which obviously raised a couple eyebrows

“I mean- I was in the kitchen. I was workin’ hard back there! Can’t you tell?”

Steve-O

Steve couldn’t help but grin to himself when the angry customer over the drive through sarcastically asked him if he was ‘on something’

“Yes, sir- I am.”

Completely opposite to Bam, Steve is the closest thing they have to a model employee due to his experience working shitty jobs

If you order a four piece nugget, and he’s making it, count on getting a fifth one every time because he knows he would be pumped if he got one.

Point is, Steve is the fast food employee everyone loves, and that extends to his work at the counter

When all the guys are hustling to get orders out on time during a rush, guess who’s out there doing clown tricks to keep customers entertained?

Doing backflips off of the counter and juggling condiment packages to keep people happy people while whistling that one circus theme

“If you like the condiment stuff, wait till you see what I do with the drinks!”

Chris

“Welcome to Arby’s! Can I tempt you with my- I mean, our meat?”

Him and Steve have competitions as to who can say the most out of pocket thing over the drive thru speaker. He’s in the lead (for obvious reasons).

One of the best ones he came up with was when he was told to advertise the new dessert offerings,

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try one of our pies? The cream is delicious.”

Him and Steve are inseparable, usually spending more time fucking around in the kitchen than actually preparing food

So when, in the middle of a rush, the mayo gun Steve was using gets jammed and (despite his very skillful efforts to fix it) explodes all over him, Chris has a lot to say,

“Oh my god-” He turned to where his buddy was standing there, stunned, “Steve. Is this your man-aise?”

The customers could hear their laughter from the kitchen.

And speaking of Steve, Chris came up with a few tricks of his own to pull when he’s on register duty

Like walking out with two burgers stuffed in the top of his apron like boobs,

“Can I take anybody’s order?” He looked around the restaurant like nothing was amiss as he adjusted the twins.

Ryan

“Welcome to Arby’s, where the world’s a better place…” Ryan sighed, reading off the drive thru script for the fiftieth time that day,

“Whaddya want?”

Ryan hates dealing with customers and, in the middle of a rush, went out for a “smoke break”, which really meant he was going to hide in the freezer until his shift was nearly over

“Really, Ry?” Bam raised an eyebrow at the ice crystals in his beard, which only tipped him off that something was amiss because it was June.

Kinda similar to how Steve and Chris have their drive thru routine, him and Bam tag team on food sabotage, only Ryan’s arguably less gross

Like the worst he’s ever done was take a sip out of a guy’s milkshake before he gave it to him.

It isn’t that hard to believe given the fact he introduced the guys to using “God’s Tongs”

(if you don’t know, is a nice way to say picking up food with your hands)

In fact, everyone remembers that one day a customer was complaining to him that their burger arrived without a bun, holding out the bare patty to show him,

“Alright- I gotcha.” Ryan took a few steps back, grabbing a top bun from the back, and he just chucked the thing at the guy!

That top bun landed perfectly on top of that burger.

[kpforpresident]

How are plant shop clexa enjoying summer?

"Ungf Lexa. Fuck. Please don't stop."

"I got you, baby."

"That feels so good-"

"What in the name of margaritas are you two little weirdos up to? Sounds like you're staging a porno in your living room."

Two surprised gazes, one blue, one green, turned from where they had been lovingly beaming at each other to meet Raven's inquisitive brown eyes in their doorway, spare key in hand with her eyebrows almost disappearing into her hairline.

"Rae, that key is for emergencies only!" An indignant, pink cheeked Clarke managed to squeak out from her face down position on the couch, wiggling slightly to adjust a lump in the terrycloth towel that covered the surface.

"This was an emergency!" Raven spluttered as she inched cautiously into the room, still unsure what her best friend and their partner were up to as Lexa wielded a clear bottle of goo while straddling a topless Clarke. "You weren't answering your phone, and you know I have to be there no later than 5:03 to get the best onion rings at that one happy hour. You promised."

Clarke blew forcefully upwards on an errant piece of hair that was stuck to her cheek, craning her neck best she could to make eye contact with Raven despite her position.

"I'm sorry, Rae- we were at the beach this morning and someone decided that cosmo's newest story of the 'science' behind a base tan was more important than their girlfriend's helpful suggestions to wear sunscreen- Clarke toasted herself today and I'm just easing her pain. Her phone is in the bedroom and we've been coating her in this shit for the past 45 minutes, neither of us heard the phone ring."

Lexa rolled her eyes slightly as she poured another heaping palmful of lube? hair gel? into her hands, warming it between her palms before reaching down to place her fingers gently on Clarke's back.

Raven walked further into the room to peer over the back of the couch, mouth dropping in abject horror when the usually porcelain expanse of Clarke's back came into view.

"Damn, C, it looks like you've been spit roasted over a barbeque."

"Thanks, Rae, I appreciate it. We're not all blessed with melanin and the ability to tan to a beautiful share of caramel, ok?" Clarke muttered darkly as she sat up slowly onto her knees, bringing the towel up to cover her front as Lexa scowled lightly, smoothing the last bits of aloe onto Clarke's angrily pink shoulders.

Raven hooted in disbelief as she surveyed the total expanse of Clarke's lobster red back, the clearly defined bikini link starkly white just under her shoulderblades.

"Nah, gringa, you're gonna peel. You're lucky Lexa loves you, since you'll be shedding like a snake the next few weeks." Raven shook her head while walking into Clarke and Lexa's shared room, rifling through their closet before walking out with a loose camisole in hand, nipple covers in the other.

"C'mon, dry your little aloe tears and let's go, this girl needs a frozen marg and I know you want those fried pickle chips things. The alcohol will dull the pain, I promise."

[jimmylovemail]

i feel like you would thrive as a line cook

I’ll spit in your onion rings

[ohnomytummy]

urrrrp.. mmph.. *gently nudges you awake*.. daddy..

.. i don’t feel so g-good.. *places my feverish forehead on your arm*.. hic hic..

*ominous belly gurgles* .. urrrpp! *covers my mouth with my hand*

(you know what to do~ muah~ 🐶💜)

*rolls over to put a hand on your belly* I told you that 4th burger was too much, puppy. And on top of the large milkshake, fries and onion rings…

*your belly glorps under my hand, and a wet belch shoots up your throat* poor baby. Eyes too big for your belly again.

[Switching forms cause it’s easier to think in]

Too tired (and sick) to move, I rub your belly while we doze to the sound of your tummy desperately trying to digest your oversized meal. I’m on the verge of sleep when I hear your groan and feel your weight quickly leave the bed.

“I told you you’d make yourself sick, baby.” I call, hearing you run to the bathroom and fall on your knees in front of the toilet. Wearing only a big tshirt (my own tummy slightly oversized and uncomfortable), I sleepily tiptoe my way across the hall to find you gagging, forearms draped over the open seat, tummy so full it flops to the floor.

“Be nice and help me,” you whine. I know your tummy is sludge from the milkshake. You had (I forced you to have) a tall glass of milk before you ate to warm up your stomach. Lactose intolerance is basically a choice…

I lean again the bathroom door frame, watching your pitiful state hungrily, quickly waking up at the sight of you so sick and exhausted.

“I guess I could,” I say as you gag and spit into the water. I slowly make my way behind your crouched body, wrapping one hand around your belly and letting the other rub your back gently. You moan and heave, but nothing happens. “Please daddy,” you beg. “Push my tummy up and out.”

I kiss your back and whisper “okay” into your skin, pushing forcefully up into your bloated stomach. Again, your body heaves, and again nothing. Desperately you whine and beg, groaning and burping helplessly. I coo and rub your tummy, continuing to push forcefully with the rhythm of your gags. “That’s it. Good boy. It’ll happen soon.”

Finally, after what feels like eternity, your heaping dinner comes quickly up and out of your poor belly, like it was waiting to be let loose. You spend the rest of the night in a grease overdose, spending as much time in the bathroom as the bedroom (and none of that time sleeping).

[estellardreams]

Tachophobia Expanded Universe: Incorrect Quotes

Niko: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

Camellia, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Camellia, holding a toy lightsaber: I’m Darth Vader! Doctor Aster: I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.

Camellia: What do we think of Niko? *pause* Damien: *sighs* Nice pal. Kyle: I think they're gay.

Damien: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much? Kyle: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is! Damien: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!! Kyle: You take that back!!! Damien: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

Damien: Is this gaslighting? Am I being gaslit? Doctor Aster: If I were gaslighting you, you’d never know it. Damien: Is THAT gaslighting? Doctor Aster: Shut up.

Damien: Hello, I'm Damien. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.

Damien, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Kyle: You're kinda ugly.

Camellia: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Kyle: Ooh, yes please! Doctor Aster, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Camellia: It's not a bug though... Doctor Aster: ... Kyle: ... Doctor Aster: Well I still don't want to see. Kyle, realizing: Please don't throw- Camellia: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Damien: Just wondering, did you get any sleep? Camellia: Did I get any... leap? Damien: What...?

Niko, gesturing to Doctor Aster: Camellia, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Damien: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Camellia: I’m sorry Mom... :( Doctor Aster, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

Kyle: Hi could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire? Damien: Microwave for 40 minutes. Camellia: WHY WERE YOU MICROWAVING A LEMON?! Damien: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges, but I didn’t own any pots… Niko: Did you burn an orange too? HOW?! Damien: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Kyle, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Camellia: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Damien, used to Camellia being dumb: Sure... Camellia: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Damien: Okay? Camellia: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Damien: Camellia: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Damien: Jesus, that one is a little- Niko, interested: No, no, Camellia, keep going.

Kyle: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths. Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

Damien: What's that? Camellia: Chocolate. Damien: What's chocolate? Camellia: Candy. Do they not have candy where you're from? Damien: Yeah. Grapes, nuts. Camellia: No wonder you're so bitter.

Kyle: Don’t you have any dignity, Doctor Aster? Doctor Aster: Uh, no.

Niko: Hey Damien, do you have any hobbies? Damien: Swimming.. Niko: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Damien: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Damien: I’m terrible at expressing myself. Doctor Aster: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words! Damien: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

Kyle: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Camellia: Six? I only got three! Niko: You guys got sleep? Damien, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Camellia: You’re insane! Doctor Aster: Sure I am, what’s your point?

(OH MY GOD WHEN I SAW THIS GENERATED I SCREAMED:)

Damien: Welcome to my room. As you can see, I've knocked over many chairs because I get so tilted at the towers. Kyle: Uh, this isn't really tilted. Or a tower. Damien: Well you see, it's a gamer pad. Not many girls come in here because I get friendzoned so frequently. But that's okay. Kyle: I'd like to be in the Friendzone! I like friends! Damien: It's not as pleasant as you think. They don't treat you like a friend. They treat you like an item. Sometimes I wish I could be more than just an accessory to these women; But unfortunately, as a gamer, I don't get respect. Kyle: I'm not a gamer! so maybe they'll respect me! Damien: That just makes you a beta cuck.

Niko: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

Camellia: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Doctor Aster: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Doctor Aster: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Camellia: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Doctor Aster, now interested: Lets say imaginary. Camellia: Spiders wearing flip flops.

[fact-nova]

Exploring Street Food from Around the World

Street food is a vibrant showcase of a culture's history, flavor, and creativity, offering an authentic taste of local life. Each region serves up unique culinary treasures that reflect its traditions and spirit. Let's take a journey across continents to savor the world's best street food, with rich descriptions and tips on where to try them. Asia: A Symphony of Flavors Asia is often considered the heart of street food, with bustling markets and aromatic dishes that excite the senses.

- Thailand: Pad Thai & Mango Sticky Rice Pad Thai is a harmony of sweet tamarind, tangy lime, and crunchy peanuts stir-fried with rice noodles, shrimp, or tofu. For dessert, indulge in mango sticky rice, where juicy mango meets creamy coconut-infused sticky rice. - Where to Try: Bangkok’s Chatuchak Market and Yaowarat (Chinatown). - India: Pani Puri & Chaat Pani Puri consists of crispy shells filled with spicy tamarind water and mashed potatoes, exploding with flavor in every bite. Chaat, a medley of chutneys, spices, and crunchy savories, is street food at its finest. - Where to Try: Mumbai’s Juhu Beach or Delhi’s Chandni Chowk. - Japan: Takoyaki & Okonomiyaki Takoyaki, crispy octopus-filled balls, are topped with bonito flakes and a drizzle of sweet-savory sauce. Okonomiyaki, a savory pancake made with cabbage and seafood, is cooked fresh and personalized to your taste. - Where to Try: Osaka’s Dotonbori district. Europe: Old-World Charm Meets Modern Delight

European street food blends centuries-old recipes with contemporary twists. - Germany: Currywurst Juicy sausage slices slathered with tangy curry-spiced ketchup and served with crispy fries—a comforting delight for all seasons. - Where to Try: Berlin’s Curry 36 or Konnopke’s Imbiss. - Italy: Arancini & Gelato Arancini are golden-fried rice balls stuffed with cheese or ragu. Follow this savory treat with gelato, a creamy Italian ice cream available in countless flavors. - Where to Try: Sicily for authentic arancini; Florence or Rome for artisanal gelato. - Turkey: Simit & Kumpir Simit, a sesame-coated bread ring, pairs beautifully with tea. Kumpir, a loaded baked potato, is filled with cheese, corn, olives, and more. - Where to Try: Istanbul’s Bosphorus ferries or Ortaköy Square. The Americas: Bold and Diverse Flavors The Americas serve up bold, diverse, and indulgent street food options.

- Mexico: Tacos al Pastor Spit-roasted pork marinated with spices, topped with pineapple, onion, and cilantro, served in warm corn tortillas—pure magic. - Where to Try: Mexico City’s El Huequito or Tacos Los Güeros. - USA: Hot Dogs & Food Trucks New York hot dogs come with endless toppings, while food trucks offer global flavors like Korean BBQ and gourmet tacos. - Where to Try: New York’s Central Park or Los Angeles' Abbot Kinney Food Trucks. - Peru: Anticuchos Marinated meat skewers grilled to perfection, often accompanied by potatoes, are a flavorful staple of Peruvian street food. - Where to Try: Lima’s Mercado Central or Cusco’s street stalls. Africa: Spice and Soul African street food tells the story of its rich culinary heritage with bold, earthy flavors. - South Africa: Bunny Chow This dish features hollowed-out bread filled with spicy curry, a Durban specialty combining Indian and African influences. - Where to Try: Durban’s Victoria Street Market. - Nigeria: Suya Smoky, spicy skewers of grilled meat seasoned with a peanut-spice rub, served with onions and tomatoes, are an irresistible delight. - Where to Try: Abuja’s Garki Night Market or Lagos’s Lekki Market. - Morocco: Sfenj & Harira Sfenj, fluffy Moroccan donuts, pair perfectly with mint tea. Harira, a hearty lentil and tomato soup, is a staple during Ramadan. - Where to Try: Marrakech’s Jemaa el-Fnaa Square.

Oceania: Fresh and Inventive Oceania's street food reflects its multicultural influences and emphasis on fresh, quality ingredients. - Australia: Meat Pies & Food Trucks Australian meat pies with flaky crusts and savory fillings are a street food icon. Urban food trucks also serve gourmet burgers and bao buns. - Where to Try: Sydney’s Harry’s Café de Wheels or Melbourne’s food truck parks. - New Zealand: Hangi A traditional Maori dish cooked underground with hot stones, Hangi offers tender meats and smoky root vegetables. - Where to Try: Rotorua’s Te Puia or Maori cultural villages.

Street Food Etiquette and Tips - Follow the Crowd: Busy stalls often mean fresh, safe food. - Ask Locals: Locals know the best-hidden gems. - Go Early: Beat the rush to enjoy freshly prepared dishes. - Stay Hydrated: Especially in hot markets, keep water handy. Why Street Food Matters Street food connects travelers with the culture, history, and spirit of a destination. It fosters a sense of community and helps preserve traditional recipes while supporting local economies. Conclusion: Savor the World One Bite at a Time From the spicy skewers of Nigeria to the creamy gelatos of Italy, street food offers a culinary passport to the world. So, the next time you travel, skip the fancy restaurants and head straight to the streets—it’s where the real magic happens. Bon appétit and happy exploring! 🌍🍢🌮 Read the full article

[swagrum76]

How many rhyme's can I fit in here, This might be nonsensical, but it might make people smile from ear to ear, There's nothing here to fear,

Not even the bees, And the fact that they're trying to break your knees, Just don't back down, Keep going, I don't think you're a clown, Anyhow, may the rhyming begin, If you play Fortnite, you gotta win, And finish just in time to eat din-din, But even then, determination isn't rage, It isn't something that you can fit in a cage, And that is alright, Life can be tight, Just keep going, just try to do what's right, You're in the right spot, I don't think your life is going to rot, Productivity is inclusivity, Keep on going and showing them you aren't a bad person, Nothing can stop you, just keep trying, While the fish is cooking and the food is frying, While the dish is booking and the wood is lying, No matter what, Don't quit, Even if people spit, This life you have is lit, Anyhow, may the nonsense commence and begin, The bees will see you, They'll break your knees and get stuck like glue, Time to bring your Febreeze and pack a show, After all, it is in the fall, and you're on the ball, Run like Mewtwo at a shopping mall, Anyhow, the bees are coming, Run, Have fun, Try to get rid of them all you want, they'll stay here to haunt, You're being chased by bees who want to break your knees, Better spray Febreeze and chase through trees, Anyhow, you're not Walter White, You're just trying to do what is right, And now, Your situation is tight, Five dollar footlong is where we belong, From the fog, to the mog, and into Greg's sprog, Typos are everywhere, in the hair, and in clean underwear, Take some time to spare, Jeff Bezos is here, On the rocketship, Going to Mars to escape these Febreeze bees trying to break your knees, Insanity's kicking in like some better cheese, Have some patience please, Slow down, don't trip, And as the papers rip, You step aboard your delusion, To make this illusion, It's all in your head, Go to bed or bake some bread, Sans isn't a slacker anymore, Get ready to fight, he will bust down your door, This matrix is amazing, Much like an onion or chicken wing, Ring-a-ding ringadaing, Bambi is dead, Left them on read, And now, you too, shall become bread

[rayrayor]

WIP Wednesday, kinda…..

@sam-loves-seb Thank you for the WIP Wednesday, as I am a slacker it’s WIP I spaced it Friday

So this is my story on AO3 , Poptarts for Papa. One chapter to be wrote . It’s Galladads , the early years

Like tonight there was a chill but the house warm. Something rich and savory was coming from the kitchen . The chatter and laughter drug him like a magnet down the hall. He leaned in the doorway taking in the scene. These three were at the best of time up to what could only be called antics or shenanigans. Ian and Liam were cutting on the well oiled boards and Lily sat chewing on a spoon on the counter. Now that was not unusual. What was unusual is the mound of chopped pieces , all onions. All three Gallagher’s were also donning pool eye goggles and pink dish gloves , with flamingos . Lily being so small the gloves were almost to her shoulders. Ian they were super tight.

“ Aye Do I want to even guess what’s happening here? Cause I think this time I actually may need some more hints. Also any good snacks around here.?”

” Mick dinner is happening soon, your gonna love it , can you wait ?”

” Pop doing an experiment. If we don’t get the onion on our skin or in our eyes no tears. Here if you’re gonna be in here put these on please. 9 onions no tears .”

” Umm yeah pops does not even swim , you want me all bug eyed and Alien looking like dad?”

” Papa Liam says googly glasses are safety and uncle Iggy says safety third. “

And who could argue with that three year old logic . So Mickey former prince of the Southside hood rat with knuckle tats and cartel connections strapped on the glasses, gloves and took a selfie with his family. Domesticated shit talking trash just loving his life. He got an approving pat from Lily as he hopped up next to her.

” so what smells good and what’s happening with all the onions after this , it’s a lot of onion rings.”

“ Mick you know that French onion soup you love “

” um cheesy shit and bread, ya man “

” well we can make it in the instant pot in like an hour. We broil the cheese and bread over it after it’s done.”

“Doing that with salad . Made a big chocolate tart while little miss was pretending to nap .”

Liam and Ian chatted about how Liam could write up his assignment when Mickey noticed a crumpled bag of chips next to him. Ian and Liam were now sautéing onions before they started the instant pot. He could sneak a few chips without Ian….

“ Holy hell Ian what is wrong with these chips , they are like soggy as.. butt. This is why we don’t need at fancy chips from Whole Foods. And I can’t see with these fogged up glasses. Are they quinoa, chickpea, recycled newspaper , what Red what?”

” Lily spit”

Liam began laughing as Mickeys brows arched out of the eye ware. Lily reached for the bag which Ian quickly took and gave her a very stern

“ Lily daddy said no “

” papa ate a chip “

” papa ate your spit , a bucket full. Really Mick gagging in the sink , are you three too?”

Mickey spit. “ punk I love you but why.”

Her face scrunched up and her brow matched Mickeys to the inch .

“ Daddy said could have cheese snack or banana snack cause we gets cake tonight . Wanna the chips papa, said please . Daddy’s says no Lily even tho I saids please.”

” E what happened then.?”

”Like I said your daughter pretended to nap . Snuck the bag in . Did not eat said chips but licked all the flavoring.”

He punctuated each word with the slap of the knife on garlic.

” EVERY. DARN. CHIP “

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. 41

Ch40 Ao3

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Chapter 41

Once we changed our shoes, the idiots started talking about what they all did after the sports festival. “So, what did you do afterward, Bakugo?”

“None of your business.” They shook their heads and kept walking. The rest of the walk they went about chatting about random things. It was so annoying. So, as they talked away, I thought again about getting Deku a gift. Even though it was pointless, and I shouldn’t even be thinking about him. Not like anything I do would ever be right.

“Bro, what’s with the face?” I looked over to raccoon eyes before looking away.

“It’s nothing.”

That’s when shitty hair draped his arm over my shoulder. This was becoming a different kind of annoying. I started to figure out he might be doing this as a way to keep me trapped in whatever situation I didn’t want a part of. I was just about to say something when I watched as dunce face pitched shitty hair’s hand. Which got shitty hair off me. “Ow. What was that for, Kaminari?”

“Bakugo made that same face he had earlier today and yesterday when you were on top of him?” Uh?

“Oh, come on.” Shitty hair lightly punched my shoulder. “It’s not that bad. Right, Bakugo?”

I took a step away from the group. “I don’t like being touched.”

“Oh shit!” I looked over at shitty hair. “Didn’t mean it, bro. Sorry about that.” I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to walking. When we got to the burger joint, dunce face insisted that the spicy chicken sandwich was mile compared to deluxe burgers. So, I decided to try the burger, along with onion rings and lime soda. “Are you guys ready for internships?”

“I guess.” We all looked over to raccoon eyes. “At least it’ll be something to replace the dance classes I was banned from?”

“Why did you get banned?”

“I don’t know, Kirishima.” She took one of shitty hair fries before trying to steal from my onion rings. I slapped her hand away. “Mean. But anyway…” Raccoon eyes then went about how the dance teacher kept complaining how she constantly using her quirk during class. And some of the other girls would pick on her for being pink and having horns. “It’s not like I could help any of it.”

“Fuck them.” The idiots all looked at me. I took another spit of my soda. It somehow was pissing me off how much pinky got picked on for something so stupid. Which reminds me of my own faults. I not only joined in bullying Deku for something out of his control. I’m a complete hypocrite with how horrible I felt whenever I did so. But what was I supposed to do? Not like I could have done anything. It was either that or be seen as a weakling for helping a quirkless nobody. Nothing I do will be enough.

“Yo! Bakugo!” I blinked a few times before I realized someone had their hand on my left shoulder. When I looked, it was dunce face.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“You’re shaking. Are you good, bro?”

I pulled away from him and started making my way out of the booth. “Fuck off.”

“Wait.” I looked back to raccoon eyes. “At least finish eating.” That’s when I saw the pitiful looks on their faces. It sent me on edge, and I just wanted to get away. “I shouldn’t have said anything about my drama.”

I sat back down and handed her an onion ring. She just took a bite of it while it was still in my hands. That’s when I had an idea. “Maybe my old hag wouldn’t mind a new challenger when she plays her dancing games.” They all had this weird look on their face. But I ignored them as I took a bite of my burger, which needed more hot sauce. Thankfully, I had extra packets from lunch. “She’s always complaining that I don’t let her win.”

They all started to laugh before going back to eating. That’s when all our phones went off. It was dunce face who pulled out his phone and set it on the table. “Looks like Sero and Jiro posted pics to the group chat.” Then, the other two pulled out their phones.

“Man, I wish we knew they were heading to a buffet. Look at the size of those plates.”

“We should ask them what buffet so we could go next time.”

“Hell yeah. But why does Midoriya look like the only oddball?” That’s when I looked over at the 3.

“Yeah. He looks so lost and the only one not smiling.”

“Tell me about it. Almost like a lost puppy.”

I took out my phone and went to the group chat. It’s there I saw the two photos. They were at different angles, obviously, and my shoulders just dropped. This is my fault. Deku has never done anything like this before. It’s all my fault. I recognize those eyes. It’s the same eyes he had at lunchtime when people avoided him. The look of him trying to find a way to escape after getting food and drinks dumped on him. The look he gave me when we locked eyes before he ran out of the lunchroom crying.

It was becoming hard to breathe as my shoulders felt heavier. But I quickly started to get angry when I could see that icyhot and round face was literally next to Deku. It was pissing me off how easily they could be talking with him, yet they weren’t. At that, anyone could easily turn and speak with Deku. But here he was, being completely ignored and lost. So, lost that he was looking for an escape. And that’s all my fault.

“Bakugo!” I looked over to raccoon eyes. “You’re shaking again.”

“So, what.”

I watched as shitty hair got up, allowing raccoon eyes to get out of the booth. She then went about forcing me more into the booth as she made her way to sit next to me. “You don’t gotta say anything. But you’re not leaving.”

“Why the fuck not?”

She shoved an onion ring in my mouth. “Because you didn’t finish eating.” I looked back at my half-eaten burger before shoving her shoulder. After that, shitty hair gave her food, and we all ate in silence. Which was slightly weird to have the idiots quiet and this close to me. Yet, somehow, it was also a strange comfort. But it’s when we started making our way to the station did raccoon eyes opened her big mouth. “We should make a group chat just with us in it.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Why?” They all looked at me.

“Well, Bakugo.” Raccoon eyes lightly elbow me before standing in front of me. “If it’s just us, we could chat just about anything. It’ll also be easier to set up hangouts and such.”

“Yeah, bro.” Shitty hair hugged my shoulders before quickly backing off.

I sucked my teeth. “Whatever.” With that said, raccoon eyes set up the group chat. “Why the hell would you call it “ The Last Braincell ,” dunce face?” Instead, he just laughed as he ran ahead. That’s when I suddenly got a private message from raccoon eyes. Something about she’s there if I ever wanted to talk. So, I texted back. “I’ll be fine.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.” I just looked over her as I placed my phone in my pocket. We then went back to walking to the station, which was when we finally caught up with the rest of the class. I instantly visually searched for the nerd. To my relief and annoyance, he was chatting with icyhot.

On the train ride home, I was surprised that raccoon eyes was on the train with us. “What the hell do you want?”

“There’s something I wanted to ask. I didn’t want to say it in front of the others or through text.” She looked over to Deku before looking back at me. “Do you mind if I asked the both of you?”

“Depends on the question.”

“It’s nothing personal to you two. But it’s personal to me.”

“Fine.” Once the train got to our stop, we all stepped out. I quickly grabbed Deku by his book bag before he got away. “Spill it, raccoon eyes.”

“Can we stand out of the way first?” We then followed her to a wall that nobody else was standing by. And for the first time, I watched as this very bubbly girl started to hug herself. Which was making her look small as she stared downwards. “You two can easily say no, but is it ok if I ask a small favor?”

That’s when Deku somehow managed to get out of my hold and straighten himself. “What’s the matter, Ashido?”

I watched as tears started to slide down her face before she let herself go. She then went about doing that thing she did during lunch when we first spoke. She allowed her acid quirk to drop from one hand to another. “I don’t really have that much control of my quirk sometimes. It’s worse when I’m either super excited or not paying attention to what I’m doing.” She then looked up at Deku before looking over at me. “Since your quirk is kind of similar, do you have any advice?” She then looked back at Deku. “And is it possible that you could share your notes about me?”

Deku quickly pulled out his notebook and phone. “I could send you pictures of my notes. But there are a few things I really don’t understand. Do you think it’ll be ok if I ask you questions? And maybe we could figure this out together.”

She pulled out her phone, and Deku pointed out his number in the class group chat. “Thank you. It would be a great help. And I don’t mind since it’s helping both of us.”

“How are you sure our quirks are similar?”

That’s when I watched her hug herself again before looking up at me. “Based on the few times Midoriya mumbled about you during training,” I looked at the nerd who was fidgeting. “I was able to catch something about your quirk that has something to do with sweat. That’s where my quirk is similar. It’s not exactly sweat, but it does get another level of difficulty when I am overheated. For the longest, I thought my quirk was more emotional. But…” She then stared at her feet again. “It kind of started to change starting two years ago.”

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Deku taking notes on his phone. Damn nerd. “Well,” Raccoon eyes looked up at me. “Maybe the old hag might be able to give some advice on stuff.”

“Why do you think so, Kacchan?”

I just shoved Deku’s face away as I kept looking at raccoon eyes. “She’s a girl. It could easily be a girl thing.”

That’s when raccoon eyes blinked and seemed confused. “Why would it be a girl thing?”

“Uh?” We both looked at Deku. “Kacchan’s mom’s quirk is glycine. Which I don’t think is that similar to your quirk, Ashido. If anything,” Deku then smiled up at me. I had to fight the urge to slap him. He needs to stop doing that. “Wouldn’t it make more sense if she spoke with uncle?” At that, I finally pinched his cheek.

“You fucking idiot!”

…

After Ashido got back on the train, I looked over to Kacchan. I’m still shocked by how he agreed to help. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but smile. That was until I felt something heavy on my shoulders. “ There he goes again, helping anyone but you. ” That giggling voice was annoying. So, I tried to ignore it as we walked out of the station.

We were walking through the park before Kacchan dragged me behind some trees. He then pinned me against a tree and covered my mouth. What was going on? At that, I couldn’t help but notice the way he kept looking past me. Why was that? And we just stood there for what felt like minutes until he finally let me go. As he looked around the tree, is when I could see his shoulders rise and fall. What was going on with Kacchan? Especially if he seems to be looking out for something. “Kacchan?”

That’s when he finally looked at me. He then started to poke my forehead really hard. “You fucking idiot! How dare you!” He then pushed me back.

“What did I even do?”

Kacchan quickly grabbed my right elbow and pulled my arm up as he pointed at it. “You fucking moron!” He let go of my arm and grabbed me by the collar. “Were you planning to pull that same shit for every fucking fight! How dare you!” He then pushed me back so hard that I fell on my butt. I watched as Kacchan punched a tree while letting out an explosion. He held such a painful expression when he looked back at me. “How the fuck were you going to continue fighting after icyhot?” Kacchan then kicked my leg. “Damn idiot!” He kept kicking my legs.

I did try to crawl away, but it was no use. “I’m sorry. I just thought if I could get Todoroki to see how it was his quirk and not his dad’s, I would be helping him.” Kacchan stepped on my ankle. I wished I could shield my face, but it was still a struggle to move my arms.

Looking at Kacchan, he still had this painful expression mixed with anger. I even noted the tears that were trying to make themselves known. But when he screamed at me, his quirk kept going off. This is all my fault. He’s mad and hurt, and it’s all my fault. “That icyhot bastard went all-out fighting you! But that asshole practically gave me the win! That is not how any of this is supposed to go!” He then picked me up by the collar and brought my face a mere inch away from his. I could smell the hot sauce on his breath with how close I was. “When you two dumbasses get better control of your quirks, I want a fucking rematch. Got that?” He shoved me back a bit.

“Kacchan—”

“Shut up! I want a proper fucking rematch!”

That’s when the tears finally slide down his face. Oh no. I felt my chest tighten as I watched the tears fall. But that’s when I caught on to what he was asking. So, I straightened myself up and took a deep breath before standing closer to him. “I promise. I promise I’ll give Kacchan a proper rematch.”

After Kacchan helped me put back on my book bag, we started walking again. As we did so, it was silent between us. That was until we got to the corner between our homes. “Nerd.” I watched as his shoulders once again rose and fell. Even the way he seemed to kick a nonexistent rock was somewhat odd. “What was troll doll’s quirk like?”

“Uh?” Kacchan faced me but still looked away.

“You heard me.” It took me a moment to put together what he had asked.

“Oh! Shinso.” Kacchan looked back at me for a moment before looking away again. “It was nothing like what Ojiro told me. He had stated how everything went black, and the next thing he knew, he had made it to the top 20. But when I was under Shinso’s mind control, I was very much aware of my surroundings. At that… How would I explain this next part? I’m not even too sure myself.” I stepped closer to Kacchan. “It was like a fog. I could barely see and understand my surroundings, but I had no control of my body. Almost like something had a hold of me, and my body moved on its own. I guess, maybe like a puppet but without strings.”

“So, what got you out of his control?” It was strange to have Kacchan ask me this. I wonder why he wanted to know.

“Kacchan?” He looked at me, which is when I realized how close I was to him. Any closer and out shoes would be touching. That’s when my face started to burn up. But instead of quickly stepping back, I stood where I was. I even noticed a pink shade started to spread across Kacchan’s cheeks. It was cute. “Why are you asking me this?”

Kacchan took two steps back. “Well, idiot, what if I had to face him? It would make sense to know what his quirk is like in case I get caught by it.”

I stepped back. “That makes sense.” I started to smile. “Of course, Kacchan would like to know all about any future opponents. I’m so stupid to not realize on my own.” That’s when Kacchan folded his arms and started to tap his foot. Which usually meant he was annoyed about something. “What did I do now?”

“Tell me how you escaped mind freak’s stupid quirk.”

“Oh, yeah.” I looked at my sneakers as I tried to remember how I got out of Shinso’s quirk. I then recalled all the glowing yes and shadow-like figures I saw. Even though when I tried explaining it to All Might, he didn’t have many answers for me. Instead, he made things more confusing. And when I looked back at Kacchan, there was something that started to make me mad.

Here I was, answering Kacchan and trying to help him out. But he would easily help someone else that wasn’t me. The same person who screamed at me for making friends and then got his own friends. Why should I even help him after everything he’s done to me?

And the longer I stared at Kacchan, the more the answer kept hitting me in my face. What he did to me wasn’t his fault. It’s everybody else’s fault. Everyone else made Kacchan hate me. Kacchan hates me because I was a quirkless nobody. But I have a quirk now. So, doesn’t that change things? I have been given a chance to be a hero the way everyone wants one to be. This quirk has given me the blessing to continue following Kacchan. At that thought, I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Nerd!”

“I don’t know exactly how I got out, but I do recall being extremely desperate. Maybe that had something to do with it. Or probably there’s a time limit to his quirk.” Kacchan walked up to me and pinched my cheek. “Ow!”

“You suck at lying. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Kacchan.” He let go of my cheek. “I just don’t know how to explain it, but I’m not lying.”

He then folded his arms. “You activated your quirk.” I then watched as that pink shade came back. “You’re a fucking moron.” With that, he finally started walking home. I wonder why Kacchan’s face went pink? Especially since it made him look very cute. Which reminds me, I’m going to have to find a way to write in my journal. It was already a hassle to make quick notes on my phone when Ashido was talking to us.

[littledevilinside]

"you're a lifesaver,"

she says, placing napkins underneath the bottles of beer so nobody mistakes them for empties, and continues going about her business. she's got a spit bottle to toss out, and before long gabe's favorite, mr. danny singer, is now done with his pre-shift break and is ready to start tending bar. watching as isaac tees up the songs, she nods over to her fellow bartender and longtime friend.

"he agrees about the live band," she says, making small talk.

he claps lorelei on the back with a bright smile and shoves her off - so she takes a spot right up beside isaac when given the opportunity and he has come back from the jukebox, mentioning to danny to give isaac a discount before he returns.

"i'm ordering cheese fries," she says, a bright smile spread across her lips. "and onion rings....can you tell i haven't eaten all shift?" she says, a laugh escaping her chest, bright smile spread across her face.

it's a little while before food comes, and she flags danny over for a beer of her own - corona, her favorite. with a hint of lime is just what she needed after a long eight hour shift on her feet, and she can swear her toes are thanking her for a bit of reprieve.

she doesn't usually hang around the bar after hours, it's getting pretty late in the night - knowing the kitchen is about to close ( but they'll make food for her, any hour ) and people are likely about to start leaving, but she figures she can relax here for a bit, enjoy the vibes.

"so. because i've completely gone and forgotten to introduce myself - name's lorelei, lorelei givens. just your average night-time bartender and pain in the ass at your service. nice to make your acquaintance."

Well - he can't argue with that so he just offers a nod with a small smile, pulling the second drink towards him so no one can mistake it. He doesn't mind watching her bustle around the bar - he'd bartended, a little, in the past, and had a fair idea of what went into it, but she seemed more at ease doing it than he ever had.

"A live band, huh? I'd come back for that." The jukebox wasn't bad, per say - it probably had all the classics on it, but sometimes you just needed something to bring the energy up. And, in a town like this, something to bring in the younger crowd - crotchety old men like him already knew it was the best place to drink.

At that, Isaac casts a surreptitious glance over at Jerry, who was definitely the man from before. "I'm sure he's just got his favourites, is all." Isaac tries to defend the other, though he is laughing and still intending to go queue up a few songs of his own.

He stands, leaving his drinks where they are on the bar, knowing she'll keep an eye on them, and wanders over to the jukebox where he slips in enough coins to tee up three songs. Isaac keeps them in the same vein as what they'd already been hearing, not wanting to upset the room, and throws one of garth's other songs that he particularly enjoys in the middle to placate Jerry over in the corner.

Sliding back onto his stool, he nods at her words. "I got drinks here, now, I'll wait. Don't worry about russlin' up any food just for me though. I'm fine, don't go to any trouble."

[yestrday]

Is it just me tired off the old tropes that the Yandere put aphrodisiacs in their darling drink or that they kidnap their darling. What if their darling kidnapped the Yandere -to sell them or something- or think that the Yandere put poison in their drink so swapped the cups, that would make a interesting story in my opinion

honestly i wanna make a second version of this where the reader k/dnaps childe but hes like jokes on you im into that shit and hes just v nasty and dirty all in all

cw: spiked drinks, creepy childe, kinda lackluster writing i just wanted to finish something

clad in thin pajamas and hair still dripping wet from the shower, you stare up nervously at your handsome neighbor that's leaning on your doorfraame. ajax looms and casts a shadow over you against the city lights, despite the affable grin he's wearing.

"d-drinks?" you stammer. "at... at this hour?"

he shrugs. "i received an exquisite bottle of wine at work today and i'd feel like it'd be a shame if i wasted it all on myself." he bends down, peering at you through darkened slits. "come on, please?" he pouts. "i'd love to get to know such a lovely neighbor."

you blush at the unwarranted compliment and gently try to push his face away from yours. you avoid his eye contact and fidget with your sleeves. "fine... but i won't stay for long. i still have work tomorrow."

he leaps up, excitement shining in his blue eyes. he looks genuinely excited to have you over as he escorts you into his apartment, but the moment you step on the carpeted flooring, something inside you worsens.

...what a lie. childe chuckles to himself.

he lingers behind you for a little longer, eyeing the curves on your body and letting himself appreciate such a cute and vulnerable sight for a little longer. you're so cute, knowingly stepping into a trap but ever too polite to turn down a friendly offer. he slams the door shut and finally seals your fate in place.

it's not wine he received from work this morning. he picks up a fine substance encased in a crystal jar and grins.

"i'll prepare the drinks!" he calls out. you marvel at your surroundings a bit, every corner cleaned spotless. he's so cool and responsible, having a high-end stable job while still maintaining such a well-kept place. you blush when you recall your own dirty room and your embarassing state right now. you nervously peek at ajax and sigh. he looks so confident and maintained, a far cry from everything that you are.

unknown to you, childe is barely keeping himself together at the seams. he's leaning on the countertop for support as he tries to pour the wine, though his hands are shaking from too much excitement. heavy gasps come from him as he thinks of the events that may transpire after he's done feeding this to you, and the images running wild through his mind grows the red blush on his.

oh... oh...! the things you two would do together tonight! he can envision it now-- your bodies grinding against each other, lips covered in spit as you both cling to each other in desperation... oh! it gives him shudders just thinking about it! 

in the midst of his excitement he pours too much of the drug, but oh well! it wouldn’t be so bad to see you shivering and panting on the floor. lightly giggling to himself, he mixes the wine and it dissolves into the liquid. nothing out of place.

you brighten up when he returns with a tray of drinks and some light snacks to go along with it. gosh, you’re salivating at the sight of those onion rings. you don’t notice the eager way he glances at you. you’re so innocent, unknowing of the drugs he just slipped into your drink. it’d make him feel bad if he didn’t spend so much time preparing for this ever since you moved in next door.

“the snacks look so good!” you cheer, eagerly picking out a large ring and chomping on it. ... gosh, since when did you eat food this good? all you’ve been doing is eating instant noodles and cold bread. as you munch down, ajax rests his head on his hand and looks on fondly. cute. like a starving squirrel.

he watches as your tongue darts out to lick at your lips, teasing him with that seductive pink thing. at the back of his head he knows that you’re just licking off the crumbs, but his mind spirals into the abyss. to have your cute mouth on him... all pretty and seductive... to...!

ah, shit, there’s a problem.

you startle when ajax immediately stands up without touching any of the food. there is a clear blush on his face as he squirms, before he flashes you an apologetic grin. “sorry, [your name]. it’s hot, isn’t it?” you want to say it isn’t but he cuts you off. “i’ll take care of the heater, so just wait for me here, alright?” then he dashes off to what you know is the bathroom, but he slams the door shut and doesn’t let you comment on it.

pretty rude, if you say so, but hey, more food for you.

you take two or more onion rings before finally side-eyeing the wine. you aren’t really looking to get drunk, but... ajax did say it was some fancy wine. who knows when a broke corporate slave like you would get to taste something like this again. as you pick up the cup in front of you and swirl it around you notice something different. squinting, you stare at the red liquid and look back at ajax’s wine at the other end of the table. furrowing your brows, you put the two cups side by side in order to properly compare them, and your discovery made you scowl.

how rude. why did he give you the one with less wine in it? huffing, you switch the cups and take a swig. mmm, good shit.

ajax comes back in a minute or two. he looks red and flushed, and you make a comment on it, but he waves off the sentiment with an awkward laugh. he enjoys his own glass of wine too, and you spend the rest of the night making coversation and laughing at his dumb jokes.

the night feels so short, especially with how much of a fun time you were having. but you still have a 9 to 5 shift tomorrow and the heat of the wine is getting to you... now would be the time to say goodbye.

“i’m sorry, ajax, but i’ve gotta go.” you do feel reluctant, but you need too work. “i had fun though! maybe next time i’ll be the one to invite you o...ver...?” your host isn’t responding, only dark huffs as he clutches his chest. though the bangs of his hair shadow his eyes, it’s clear that he’s not in a good state. you rush over to him. “ajax? ajax, are you okay?”

he grips your arms and you yelp. “the wine...” he mutters. “you knew, didn’t you? the wine... you switched it, huh?”

what, that he gave you the smaller one? was it something to get mad about? tilting your head in confusion, you stare at the man with concern. hopefully he’s not going to brawl with you over switched cups, right?

“hehe.... haha...” he tilts his head back and cackles. mmm, no, this dude is not in his right mind. you stumble back, fright overtaking concern as you watch his shoulders shake with every laugh. “i’ve been hiding it all night, but gosh, you’re so smart, aren’t you?” 

swaying and stumbling, he creeps towards you, looking at you with unbridled lust. the swirls in his dark blue eyes convey his lust, glowing with predatory and lovesick lewdity. “making me drink the spiked drink... when i realized it, i just felt so excited...! you wanted to do things to me, didn’t you? you wanted me to be at the receiving end of your mercy!”

yikes, delusional bitch up here. still, you back away from the madman as much as you can, until you back up against the wall. fuck. “ajax, i have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“well, you have to!” the wall behind you seems to crack as he slams his hand on it. “you’ve made me like this!! you got to... you have to ease it somehow.” 

taking the strands of your hair in his palm, he kisses them gently, though the way he looks up at you makes you shiver with fright. his lips trail from your collarbone and he makes his way downward, his large calloused hands feeling your waist and back as he lifts your shirt up and flutters more kisses,

his fingers loop around your waistband, and he grins up at you. on his knees, he gets ready to worship.

“[your name].... i’ll finally make all my fantasies with you come true ♡”