#veggie pulled pork

[danieyells]

Trying to reorganize the list of oc rp accounts so i can make it. Not just a really long list and actually make it something orderly and

There are too many of you /affectionate) and I'm still missing like. Three. But I'll deal with that when I finish up and post the list. Gotta reorder it by year and then reorder it again alphabetically so i'm not trying to figure out chronology again and make sure all the info is correct and then I have to copypaste it to tumblr and link everyone because you can only put 50 @'s in one post and. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

[hearts-guided-key]

A week ago I've decided to try to go vegan for health reasons and holy crap. Groceries are already so expensive here but daaang. Now I know why vegans are so skinny. They can't afford to buy enough food lol

[thatsmeintheworld]

Making my own food again this week, esp after all the disappointing take out experiences over the last little span of time feels so rewarding and it's so tasty. I may not always get it exactly how I want but it is made to my preferences and it's nice how it's like the only time I can rly think of when my mind is more at rest and not racing. It's very meditative. I'm too focused on what my plan of action is to worry or care about anything else. It rly motivates me too

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

T-T still too fuckin hot

I hate summer

[wearseesnap]

Slow Cooker Hawaiian-Style Pulled Pork For delicious Hawaiian flair, this easy slow cooker pulled pork is cooked in a sweet and salty sauce made with pineapple, brown sugar, and soy sauce.

[niiwa-angel]

Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Vaggie, going over more ground rules for the hotel: Alright! We will be having weekly team dinners! Everybody will be taking a turn cooking!

Vaggie: Except Alastor, after the roast incident of April.

Alastor: You all said you wanted a shoulder roast.

Angel Dust: Pork shoulder, not Paul shoulder!

~~~

Alastor, calling a meeting: Listen up, you little shits.

Alastor: Not you Nifty, you're an angel and I'm happy you're here.

~~~

Valentino and Velvette, after losing Vox at the aquarium.

Val: He probably went to the shark tank. He likes sharks.

Vel: You're right.

Vel, laughing: He's probably in the shark tank, he likes sharks so much.

Val: Ha!

Both of them start running.

~~~

Husk: Hello, people who do not live here.

Cherri: Sup?

Husk: I gave you the key to my room for emergencies.

Frank the Egg Boi: We were out of molotov cocktails.

~~~

Charlie: What happens at Overlord meetings?

Alastor: Oh, you know. Boring discussions really. Lots of bureaucracy.

cut to the Overlord meeting

Vox, jumping up on the table: If you don't stop smacking me with your tail, I will end your entire family!

Zeezi: Bitch, try it!

Carmilla: Everyone sit down!

Velvette, recording: Can it old lady! This is gonna break the internet!

Clara smacks Velvette in the face with the handle of her spear: Don't talk to my mother like that!

Valentino: Don't smack my costume designer! She's getting blood all over her clothes!

Rosie, sampling: Tasty blood!

Alastor, also taking a taste: Indeed! Have you considered becoming a soup?

Zestial, fed the fuck up, slamming his hands on the table, effectively shutting everyone up.

Zestial: Sit. Down. Now.

Everyone sits down.

~~~

Lucifer: If you make your hot chocolate with water, you're out of the fucking hotel!

Lucifer: If you're lactose intolerant, you can stay but you're on thin ice!

Angel Dust: I just snort the powder because Vagina took my stash.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: What the fuck?

~~~

Velvette, kicking through the door to the Overlord meeting: Hello losers!

Carmilla, not looking up from her tea: Hello, problem attendant.

~~~

Valentino, watching Vox freak out because of something Alastor did.

Val: Is it a chocolate pudding at three am type of night?

Vel: Does the day end with 'Y'?

~~~

Charlie: Can you guys get along for five minutes?

Lucifer and Alastor: No!

~~~

Vox and Valentino, aggressively making out in the kitchen.

Velvette: Can I get a waffle?

Valentino, rips his underwear off

Velvette: Can I please get a waffle?!

~~~

Carmilla: I am this close to losing it.

Zestial: Mine dear, there is no room between thine fingers?

Carmilla, watching Vox and Alastor argue viciously while Velvette, Valentino, and Rosie egg them on.

Carmilla: Yep.

~~~

Velvette: Selfie with the fossil!

Velvette, drags Zestial in for a selfie.

Zestial, noticing the filter: What witchcraft is this?

~~~

Vaggie: Okay people! If you're going to have weird food in the fridge, it needs to be labeled as such!

Vaggie: Alastor, that means labeling your demon meat! Angel, that means labeling your edibles!

Nifty, raising her hand: Are my roaches okay?

Vaggie: We're actually going to get you a mini fridge for your room, because your roaches are creeping people out.

~~~

Charlie: I love you.

Vaggie: I love you too.

Pentious, from the wall: AWWWW!

~~~

Carmilla: Acceptable snacks to bring to the Overlords meeting; brownies, candy boards, cheese plates, and veggie trays.

Carmilla: Unacceptable snacks to bring to the Overlords meeting; anything made with demons, magic mushroom cereal bars, and penis shaped gummies.

Zestial, a spider: I am also not a fan of the mint tea.

~~~

Charlie: Okay! I know its funny that Alastor and I can't walk on ice, but that doesn't mean it's okay to freeze the hallway to watch us slip!

~~~

Husk: I have very high standards.

Angel Dust, pulling out a machine gun and opening fire.

Husk: Oh no! He's meeting all my standards!

[bellyasks]

menu for a restaurant that specializes in overstuffing its customers (aka a silly prompt list)

Ask your server about dietary accommodations. Each meal is made to order, substitutions and alternative ingredients are available! All meats may be replaced with plant-based alternatives upon request. (And pick a meal to feed your favorite character--if they can finish it, they get one dessert on the house!)

Breakfast (all orders come with a side of home fries, fresh fruit, or your choice of meat)

Full Stack of Pancakes - Emphasis on "full." Lucky seven big fluffy pancakes, each with a different additive of your choice.

Big Ol' Bagel - A hefty bagel the size of your plate, toasted to order and topped with whatever you'd like.

Ostrich Egg Omelette - Okay, not really, but this omelette is made with two dozen eggs--the equivalent of one ostrich egg--and filled with your choice of meat and veggies.

Loaf of French Toast - A dozen thick slices of French toast topped with whipped cream and fresh berries.

Plus Size Pork Roll - A classic pork roll egg & cheese on our signature giant bagel.

Lunch (all orders come with a side of chips or fries)

Peanut Butter & Jelly Belly - The biggest PB&J you've ever seen, slathered generously on a buttery toasted baguette.

Quadruple Decker Club Sandwich - Your choice of meat with mayo, lettuce, tomato, and bacon, heaped on between four slices of bread.

Piece-A Pizza - This slice is equivalent in size to an entire large pizza and covered with your choice of toppings. Perfect for people who are lying to themselves when they say they'll just have one piece.

Double Footlong - Two feet of classic Italian hoagie on a fresh-baked roll.

Stomach Stretcher - They say eating a head of lettuce is a great way to stretch your stomach out, and that's exactly what this giant salad will do. We bring you the lettuce, you take it to the salad bar and add the rest.

Dinner (all orders come with a side of rice, fries, baked or mashed potato, or a fresh vegetable medley unless marked *)

Sushi Bloat Boat - A sushi boat big enough for a full table, pricey to share but free for any one person who manages to finish it alone.

Box of Pasta - A full 16oz box of pasta (your choice of spaghetti, penne, or linguine) tossed in Alfredo, marinara, or a white wine sauce. Add your choice of meat for an extra $2.

Full Size Fish & Chips* - An entire 10-20lb cod (ask your server about choosing a fish) cleaned, battered, fried, and served with steak fries.

The Whole Farm* - A barbecue variety platter. Pulled pork, brisket, ribs, and chicken breast slathered in our signature sauce, with an ear of corn, baked beans, and coleslaw on the side.

Raised Steak - A 48oz grilled ribeye. Also available as an equivalent weight of seasoned and grilled portobello mushrooms.

Dessert

Paint Can - A creamy and colorful milkshake served in a one gallon paint can. See the ice cream counter for today's available flavors.

Loaf of Bread Pudding - Warm bread pudding made with an entire loaf of bread, topped with an optional scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Root Beer Bloat - A classic float with your choice of ice cream. The twist is that this dessert holds two liters of root beer and a portion of ice cream to match.

Burp-day Cake - A seven-layer slice of chocolate cake guaranteed to be the size of your head or it's free, topped with a thick crust of fizzy Pop Rocks.

Gobbler Cobbler - A pie-sized dish of peach, blueberry, or apple cobbler, topped with three optional scoops of vanilla ice cream.

[bluesidez]

Bless Your Heart | PROLOGUE: SUNKEN EYES

The places our minds can go, the beauty we can see, and the feelings that we, ourselves, can only imagine. Oh, the places your heart will go.

tread lightly ⋆⋆⋆ pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy symptoms (cravings, morning sickness, changes in the body), mentions of food, character death, angst, a bit suggestive

word count ⋆⋆⋆ 2.7k (much thanks to my beta @slushycoookie 💚)

note on the fridge ⋆⋆⋆ I ask that you walk with me here....just walk with me. The prologue is important to get to the next chapter.

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Wrap, wrap, wrap, and pull. Wrap and pull, wrap and pull.

Tempest hummed a melody to keep up with the pattern in her lap. Milky brown, light pink, and cream white yarn was all around her.

A friend showed her how to weave the soft material some years ago. She even helped her to start it, but it wasn’t until now that Tempest felt that completing it was her biggest goal.

Her fingers tremble as she holds the crochet needle in her hand, peach nails getting stuck against the string.

“Shit,” she whispers. The ring on her left hand snags against her square, ruining the pattern and her pace.

Slumping back, she drops her head on the seat of the coach, the feeling of the floor bringing her solitude.

Everything has been off.

Just a few weeks ago, she had been fine. Enjoying life, riding through the water with Magenta, eating dill pickles and boiled peanuts, and more importantly, knocking boots with her husband.

It was exhilarating.

Then irritation set in soon after.

Pork rinds never made her wanted to upchuck more than they did three afternoons ago. The smell in the air after opening the plastic was like her uncle clogging up the bathroom during Easter dinner.

She saw a charm with a mama deer cuddling her baby deer and startled the entire jewelry department with how hard she sobbed.

One night, the atmosphere was just right with candlelight and glasses of wine, but one hand on her nipples ruined the mood. It felt like someone or something had been pushing and pulling against her breasts all night.

To top it all off, she felt exhausted. Going to bed as early as 7 PM, waking up far too late to feed the chickens.

It was all too much.

Her last straw was running out on the dinner her husband made for her. Usually, she could muster up a smile and fight her way through the burnt veggies. Last night though, one bite of sour green beans had her tripping over herself to get to the toilet bowl.

He was distraught, one hand rubbing her back and the other holding back her dangling necklaces.

After that, she decided to do what she was avoiding for way too long.

A piece of white and blue plastic laid over a napkin on the bathroom counter. Black ink on the tiniest screen set her heart into motion. A decision of a lifetime sat in the pit of her stomach.

Right now, she felt more comfortable holding the empty trash can over her lap and finding relief.

A tug on the yarn distracts her. Looking down, she smiles at the three-month-old kitten.

“At least you’re having fun, Maple,” Tempest says. She rubs a hand on her kitten’s belly, laughing as she kicks at the yarn. “My happy baby.”

She was as big as ever, putting the stray cats around the farm to shame.

“I hope your Papa is happy.”

Maple paid her no mind, jumping at the string she was shaking above her.

Tempest stayed on the floor, waiting. Her mind was elsewhere as a gameshow panned across the TV screen.

The living room got darker and darker. Maple was curled up on top of her ruined square pattern, huffing big as she slept.

It’s not until she perks up and runs off her lap, squealing with all that she’s got, that Tempest notices that her husband is home.

“Roe!”

She smiles, listening to him fuss at Maple for climbing.

“This damn cat likes to climb me more than the 200 dollar cat tree we bought her.”

He sits on the floor next to his wife, holding Maple in one hand and wrapping around Tempest with the other.

“That would make two of us,” Tempest hummed.

He kissed her, groaning as her thumb pressed against his ear.

Their foreheads touch, and he rubs his nose against hers.

“How are you feeling today?”

“About the same. How was your day?”

“Same old thing. Nothing exciting until I got back here. ‘M more worried about you, though. You gave me a scare yesterday, Roe.”

She closes her eyes and sighs, hands forming loose fists in front of his shirt. Her heart was pounding and the AC wasn’t helping the heat forming over her skin.

“Hey,” he says. He cradles her head in his hand. “Everything ok? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Anything?”

“You were there when I was out on my ass with just a t-shirt covering my closest parts and a rottie on my tail.”

Tempest snickered, “You had no business playing around with those dogs. And they showed out, too.”

“You were also there when I was drunk out of my mind, serenading you in the middle of the night.”

“Almost woke up the entire dorm with The Temptations. How could I forget?”

“And when I lost bareback for the first time. And when Pops almost knocked me into the grave. And when I fought with my brother. And when your family was ready to rough me up-”

“Miguel. I’m pregnant.”

His smile pauses, face shifting as he looks back and forth between Tempest’s eyes.

“What?”

She got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her proof. She hands it to Miguel and hugs her legs close.

“I’m…pregnant. I don’t know how far along, but I haven’t been feeling good for a few weeks.”

Miguel reads the test over and over until the lines blur.

“Oh, Hare, I-I know. I know we’re still building our time together. And I still want that for us,” she wipes the tears falling from his face, the ones that match her own. “We’ll figure this out. If you don’t want the baby, we can go somewhere and, and we can make them go away. I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“But what about you? Do you want the baby?”

Tempest’s lips curl in and out. It feels like he can see right through her.

“Yes, more than anything.”

He pulls her to his lap as soon as she finishes the sentence. Maple jumps on the couch.

“Then, I’m going to be a Daddy.”

Tempest smiles through her tears, laugh bubbling up. Miguel joins in, hands clasping against hers.

“You want to be?”

“No better time than now, Temp. We’ll give ‘em the world.”

“The world and then some.”

Miguel gets up and spins her around, the sound of her laughter louder than the live studio audience over the TV speakers.

“I…I’m gonna be a Daddy!”

Her face hovers over his as she scans his expression.

There was a glow on his skin that she would be soon to match. A fire lighting him up from inside.

“You’re gonna be a Daddy, Guel.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she turns her nose up at the plates he brought home, she’s still beautiful.

“These are your favorite!” Miguel holds out meat from a crab leg.

She gags, tears threatening to break free, “And right now they’re making me want to mess up your shoes.”

He takes the meat back and takes a bite. He furrows his brow, “Actually, I don’t even know if they cooked this right.”

“Spit it out.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as her favorite pants can no longer button up and she’s sprawled out over the bed about to cry, she’s still beautiful.

“I’ll buy you more pants, Roe,” Miguel sighs as he pulls on a different jacket.

“But these ones make my ass look amazing. And I’m bloated.”

“It always looks amazing. You always look amazing. That’s not going to change ‘cause of some denim.”

“But you always end up eating me up like a sundae because of these.”

He pauses, turning to her as she throws an arm to her forehead dramatically.

“If that’s what you wanted,” his jacket is thrown to the floor, “all you had to do was ask.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she’s staring at Miguel in disbelief, rubbing a cold towel across his face, she’s still beautiful.

“You’re irritating me right now.”

“When you get sick in the morning, so do I.”

“I didn’t get sick today, Hare.”

“But I did!”

“What are you going to do when this baby catches a cold? Gets a stomach bug? Breaks a bone?”

He turns his head on her lap, face pressed against her barely visible bump.

“Take care of it. Then, come lay in your arms.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she nearly jumps through the ceiling when the doctor lays the gel over her stomach, she’s still beautiful.

“I can never get used to that,” Tempest mumbles.

Miguel kisses her head, “You never liked the cold.”

The two of them are holding hands like they’re freefalling on an amusement park ride watching the transducer go over Tempest’s skin.

His heart is drumming so loud against his chest, Miguel almost thinks it’s his baby instead.

“Alright, family. Would you like to hear your baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes, please.” Miguel can’t help it.

Like the horses galloping across the plains, the sound fills the room.

Tempest shudders out a laugh of relief, of joy, as she leans her cheek on their clasped hands.

“Oh, Miguel. I think that’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard.”

He hums in agreement, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Would you all like to know the gender?”

The two nod. Days of wondering have led to this.

The probe moves and Miguel’s thumb moves over the back of Tempest’s hand as a reminder to breathe.

“It looks like a perfectly healthy baby girl!”

Tempest shouts, all of her intuition and old wives’ tales were validated. She’s getting the girl she wanted.

Miguel hopes she looks like Tempest because Tempest is so beautiful.

Even as she crosses off Miguel’s first choices for a name, she’s still beautiful.

“Why don’t you like Mist? It’s us, Roe! Miguel and Tempest. Mist!”

“We are not naming our baby after condensation, Hare. No.”

“With the way you’re going, her initials are going to be GMO. A farmer’s daughter with the initials GMO? A future cowgirl with GMO on the back of her shirt? Really?”

“It could be cute!”

“It could be lethal.”

Tempest huffs, “Well what else do you have?”

He flips a page in his notepad, “Tempel.”

“Like a temple? You know you would hate that. You barely like stepping foot in a church pew”

“Touché,” he drags his pen down the page, “Teguel.”

“Sounds like kegal. Do you want her to get bullied? Do you really want that for our child?”

He laughs, thinking the frown on her face is beautiful.

Even as she sits a package of frosted sugar cookies and ranch on her stomach for dipping, she’s still beautiful.

“This is rancid.”

“I think you mean delicious. I’m gonna try pickles wrapped in Rice Krispies treats next. Oh! And dill pickle chips with strawberry ice cream. I heard that’s the best.”

“And I need to go get these things now?”

“I suggest you do, unless you want to sleep in Magenta’s stall.”

“Yes, honey.”

He thinks she’s beautiful when she hands him the keys to the truck.

Even as he comes running to the bathroom when she yells his name, she’s still beautiful.

There’s an open half a gallon of milk in his hands and his tank is dangling over his shoulders.

“I think she just kicked!”

He’s not sure where the milk lands, but he’s on his knees, hands on Tempest’s stomach in a heartbeat.

He waits and waits, eyes going from her dark skin to her anticipating face.

Then he calls out to her.

“Baby girl, it’s me. It’s Papa!”

Three sharp kicks have Miguel squeezing around Tempest’s legs tight, pressing long kisses where she left an impression.

Tempest runs her fingers through his short hair softly and hugs him close.

“You got milk all over my floor.”

When she directs his mopping from her pregnancy pillow from the bed, he teases her about being beautiful.

Even with her exhausted state, trying to sleep through his soft chords, she’s still beautiful.

“You would think that this would keep her up, and yet, here we are singing lullabies at 2 AM.”

“I’ll keep humming, Roe. You just rest up.”

The timbre of his voice and his fingers sliding across guitar strings warms the chilly bedroom. His back is piled with two quilts while Tempest keeps a thin bed sheet just under her hips.

As she finally sleeps, Miguel thinks she’s beautiful.

Even when she stands in the mirror, taking in every last change to her body, he knows she’s still beautiful.

He stands behind her, rubbing cocoa butter into her skin. He follows the stretch marks up her stomach in awe. They remind him of roots of a tree, intertwining and intricate.

When he finds her face through the glass, she’s glowing. The black finger waves she sported eight months ago have turned into a small, curly fro with hot pink tips.

“You’re gorgeous today, Mama Roe,” Miguel whispers.

“Thank you, baby.”

The two of them cradle her stomach, sinking into the late afternoon. Maple is asleep upside down on an ottoman having tired herself out from chasing butterflies in the grass.

“Are you ready? To be a daddy?”

“Never been more ready. I got my pink hatband and everything.”

Tempest beams, “I guess it don’t get more ready than that, huh? You got your pink spurs, too?”

“You better know it.”

His words tickle her so, she laughs in his arms for what feels like hours.

She’s so…

Beautiful.

With lips like a heart and a sharp cupid’s bow to match. The top lip darker than the bottom and a mouth like a sailor.

Hair so thick, she cuts it off to not deal with it. The finest pixie cut you’ll ever see. Waves curling deeper than the ocean, grown a little and dyed for fun.

Toned thighs and a once hard stomach from pulling stubborn pigs riding horses without a saddle. Low-rise jeans in almost every shade adorned her closet.

Her eyes are like the sun setting in the summer. Warmer in the depth of the night, holding his heart close, leaving him bare. Orange and burnt umber. Somehow, yellow could make it through. Black pupils with nearly white, shining highlights.

Too beautiful.

“Daddy?”

Miguel breathes in sharp, the smell of freshly cut grass cutting his senses.

A monarch lands on a sunflower planted in the rose gold vase and he blinks.

His knees are starting to go numb and the sun is blaring against his back. He reads over the stone one more time.

A heart like no other, A soul that shines bright

Tempest Monroe-O’Hara

Miguel sniffs as a loose strand of hair goes across his cheek and a face slots against the side of his, nearly knocking his hat off. It’s a familiar feeling.

“Almost ready to go?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, I’m almost finished. I promise.”

“Ok, I’m going to wait on the back of the truck!”

She squeezes his neck and runs to the truck bed, not before her little hands grasp his own.

He rubs his hands against his jeans, head ducking as he thinks.

“Every day, she’s growing up to be more and more like you, Roe,” he chuckles. His throat is tight and some spots on his pants go from dark blue to navy. “Impatient as ever.”

He takes off his hat and looks at the embroidery on the inner rim. The once anticipated date staring back at him is not too far off from the sunset on the marble before him. The pink hatband is still intact.

“And she’s just as beautiful.”

The butterfly dances from the flower to his hat, wings slowly expanding and pinching.

“I hope you’re still watching her grow. I hope you’re still watching us and smiling up there.”

A dragonfly lands next to the butterfly, its abdomen shaking swiftly with iridescent wings buzzing away.

“Daddy!” Gabriella yells. “C’mon! We’re going to miss our show!”

The two insects twist together as they fly off, cool and warm colors mixing with the grass. Miguel sees them off until they become miniscule.

“I guess you heard the princess. Can’t miss our show.”

Miguel gets up and places his hat back on his head. He presses a hand from his lips to the top of the stone.

“Te amo, Roe.”

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[sweetbunpura]

Yuu makes a bento for Leona

While Leona is more than willing to eat whatever the cafeteria has and what he makes Ruggie buys him, he will not say no to Yuu cooking a lunch for him. Although, she does glare at him as she hands it to the beastman with the strict instructions of:

"Eat all of it."

Lunch rolled around and Leona cracked opened the box lunched while Ruggie and Jack lingered to see what Yuu had made him. The smell of braised pork belly hit him as the seal broke. He lifts it up and is greeted by the desired meat along with furikake rice, tamagoyaki, ....Tomatoes and Broccoli... Ruggie cracked up next to him that has Leona sending a glare at the hyena.

"That's what she meant by eat all of it!"

Jack tries to hide his laughter behind his food. "The only way she can get you to eat it. You fear her more than anything."

"Both of you, shut up." Leona growls as he picks up the chopsticks and starts to eat.

Everything is cooked and seasoned to perfection, the lion beastman wastes no time finishing his meal as he keeps Ruggie away from it.

"It must be good if you're protecting it!"

"Back off." Leona swallows around his mouth of rice and eats the rolled omelette.

"Don't forget the veggies." Jack teases.

With a grumble, he swallows down the offended food without chewing it and cracks open the canister of green tea she had also given him. He pulls out his phone as he drinks and ignores Ruggie's demands of getting Yuu to cook for him next time.

Leona: Thanks for the food. It was good.

Herbivore: Just good? That means I have to try harder next time. Did you eat all of it?

Leona: Yeah.

Herbivore: .....

Leona: What, don't trust me?

Herbivore: No, so I asked Jack instead. He said you ate everything. I'm so proud.

Leona: Hahahah, aren't we funny?

Herbivore: So what I'm hearing is that you don't want me to cook you lunch again?

Leona: I didn't say that.

The bell rang and Leona packed up the box as he drank the rest of his tea. He shot Yuu one final text before leaving the cafeteria.

Leona: Meet me in the Botanical Gardens and I'll show you how much I appreciated your hard work.

[bearieio]

too hot for you...

cod guys during a heatwave

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, johnny "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rudolfo perra, könig

warnings: fluff! gn!reader

a/n: the weather has been UNBEARABLE down here in the south.. send help! thanks a lot global warming! (thanks a lot industrial revolution!) (￢_￢;) i also plan on doing a cold weather version once the weather calms down, so expect a pt. 2 in the fall/winter! also this isn't proofread bc it's 23:49 on a school night...

gaz quite literally RADIATES heat... so he is NOT having a good time during this heatwave. he's never gotten to the hotter climates on missions that took place in the hotter side of the hemisphere. 

he definitely adores the cold. which is why his electric bill is so high..

  one hot days like this one, he makes sure to plan out the day accordingly because he knows that no one, especially you, wants to go out in the blistering heat. 

  he’d be a little weary about touching you for too long, knowing how it makes you feel uncomfortable to be hot and sticky (wink wink) for too long.

  kyle would most likely make one of those forts that have a fan running through it (cuz he crafty like that) to keep the both of you cool while laying down together, both of you in starfish positions.

-

price is the exact OPPOSITE of gaz. he likes the heat.. but not when it’s like this.

  “todays high is… 103 DEGREES? FAHRENHEIT? CELSIUS?!” 

  “yeah… let’s stay inside today, sweetheart.. the mall can wait.”

  unlike gaz, he’s immune to most amounts of heat, but in SOUTHERN WEATHER? this man gets RED when he even takes a quick look outside. the sun is this mans only enemy. 

  he makes a MEAN smoothie. filled with both veggies and fruits to make sure you take in as many vitamins and minerals as humanly possible. he loves taking care of you wherever and whenever he can :')

  definitely hosts the world’s best barbecues and invites everyone. he’s also one HELL of a cook. he gets the grill goin’ and he can make some shit happen. 

  ++ he also own those silly aprons that have like “kiss the cook,” “my wife loves my meat,’ “real men like their pork PULLED,” "bearded cooks are way better"

  +++ he takes ice baths in the backyard.. a cigar in his mouth, news paper in one hand, ice cold beer in the other.  idk it just seemed like something he'd be doing.

-

soap loves to cuddle and refuses to let go when you tell him that you’re getting sweaty.

  “ugh! c’mon, you know i love your hot n’ sweaty scent!” 

  “..ew johnny.”

  makes a KILLER lemonade. idk what he puts in it but oh my god it’s amazing. not too tart but also not too sweet. brings it to every one of price’s bbqs. 

  his tolerance to heat it quite moderate, and he doesn’t mind the heat. but naturally he’ll be outside until he’s about to collapse because of the sweltering heat.  

  he literally tries to fight heat stroke back. he strokes the heat stroke.

  when you complain about being hot he’ll fan you with anything, for however long. you always feel bad about letting him fan you for an extended period of time, but he reassures you that he doesn’t mind.

  “it's fine, baby. don't worry about me." he says with a slight smile, watching you lie there, enjoying the fanning johnny provides you with.

-

ghost is always cold to the touch, even when he’s been outside, going through drills with his other teammates. 

“how are your hands so cold?!”

he gazes over at you, breathing hard, a thin layer of sweat atop his skin, “what? i’m dripping with sweat. i been outside for the past 2 hours!?”

can and will drink piping hot tea while it’s 99191099 degrees outside. 

  “sweetheart can you get me a cup of tea?”

  “…what? in this weather?!” you reply, confused and kinda terrified.

  he returns the confused look, “um… yea?”

  i don’t think he likes dresses according to the weather.. like he will wear 4 layers of clothing + his trusty balaclava, and seem completely fine (he’s not). 

  ++ in winter he’ll be like one of those middle school kids who wears shorts and a short sleeve shirts, without a jacket.

  +++ i think he secretly hates the heat and prefers to live in colder places, since it was usually cooler where he grew up. 

-

 unfortunately, rudy's love language is physical touch and CANNOT keep his hands off of you. even when the A/C goes out and the both of you're left to fend for yourselves in the sun-drenched heat.

  “r-RUDY GET OFF OF MEE!” 

  “mi amor, PLEASE!-“

  hosts the best carne asadas with alejandro and invites everyone (mostly to one up price’s bbqs). serves the best horchata, limonada, and other agua frescas. 

  picks the hottest days to invite people over and spend hours with you in the kitchen, cookin up a STORM! most DEFINITELY loves teaching you new cooking techniques and ways to improve the flavor, texture, and presentation of your food.

  with having grown up in las almas, he’s pretty used to the heat. he enjoys the hotter months out of the year because thats when his family came together the most.

  ++ i actually think rudy is a really good cook… like his skills are literally otherworldly. and tamales de puerco are his specialty ^^

-

alejandro loves hot weather as much as rudy does. in fact, its the time of the year when they hang out the most. hosting parties, gatherings, and other events in the sweltering heat… but it’s okay because everyone leaves with new memories and smiles on their faces (and maybe a lil bitta heat stroke).

  the days where he isn’t hanging out with rudy or the rest of the guys, he’s at home with you. playing all kinds of games that he grew up playing with his friends and family. he beats everyone in loteria EVERY time. luckily he doesn’t make you bet like he does when he’s with the guys.

  ale stays outside more than the average person when it’s hot. you’d be on the couch, binge-watching a show you promised your friends that you’d catch up on, when you actually get to watching the show, ale heads outside. by the time you’re done with the first season, he’s coming back in, slightly red and covered in sweat. 

  “where did you go?”

  “around the block… why do you ask?”

“yOU’VE BEEN GONE FOR 3 HOURS?"

++ when the weathers nice and hot, he likes to get away and go on roadtrips with you. of course he's usually the one driving, but he loves when you offer to drive.

+++ he LOVES being by the pool. whether it's the one that you guys have, one of his buddies' pools, or the one located inside his base, he cannot stay out of the water. he also has MULTIPLE pairs of swimming trunks... for every occasion.

++++ he most likely keeps up the summer tan he has goin' on.

"it's not a skin color, it's a lifestyle [name]- see you wouldn't know that because you’re-"

-

könig doesn’t have any particular opinions about how hot it is. he notices it but it doesn’t bother him. not like how the cold bothers him.

  during the hotter months i think he doesn’t mind staying inside but he’d also love to be out n’ about, with you by his side. 

  the days end up being long and peaceful. especially because all the two of you do is nap and watch TV together. he thinks it’s nice to be with you, but he’d rather be outside. 

  the only time that the two of you would go out is during the evening when the sun decides to be less aggressive with the earth.

++ i just have a feeling that könig loves to be outside and “one with nature.” he loves how calm everything seemed when he takes hikes in the forest or atop a mountain. 

+++ i also think that könig would be the best bartender EVER. idk i feel like he knows his way around a martini glass or whatever. he puts those skills to use whenever you guys have date night/a night in, concocting drinks with flavors you don’t think you’ve ever tasted before.

“schatz, what will you be having to drink tonight?”

“surprise me” you chirp back at him, winking. 

he looks down at you, sitting on the stool at the island located in your guys’ kitchen “coming right up!” 

a/n pt2: alejandro's tan will never be better than mine (i'm black)

ANYWAYS! constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

[willowsnook]

Sandwich Shop Requests

new month new prompts woo hoo! requests are back open

note: i won’t be doing repeat requests for this one! for example: last time i had a bunch of vodka, lime, tall which was fun to write but then by the end my brain was mush lol. so i will be doing each combo only once

extra note: you can always request a pt 2 :)

Main (prompt)

ham: “just let me in” turkey: “please don’t leave” roast beef: “i wanted it to be you” chicken: “i still love you” bacon: “my heart is only yours to break” steak: “you’re the only one i want to come home to” salami: “she isn’t you” pulled pork: “i’d be insane not to love you”

Topping (leading man)

tomato: lando norris lettuce : oscar piastri onion: max verstappen bell peppers: charles leclerc jalapeño : carlos sainz veggies: lewis hamilton pickles: lance stroll cheddar cheese: fernando swiss cheese: joe burrow mozzarella: josh allen extra meat: andrei iosivias ranch: jack hughes vinegar: quinn hughes thousand island: luke hughes

Bread (situation)

white bread: dating wheat bread: best friends sourdough: childhood friends rye: enemies wrap: coworkers bowl: friends sister gluten free: strangers

Mike’s way (include in order for smut 18+)

for non-american readers mikes way is from my beloved sandwich chain jersey mikes

[lil-ms-darkness]

Crumbs - Bigby Wolf x Fem! Goldilocks! Reader [Part Seven]

The sunset behind her illuminates the apartment as Bigby examines her closely. The way her hair is tightly pulled back rather than gently gathered, the strain in her jaw, and the darkness under her eyes. She blinks in confusion as she looks at him, 

“Sheriff? What’re you doing here?”

“It’s been a couple weeks and nobody has seen you come out of your apartment, so I figured I’d bring food.”

“I- uh, thank you.” she steps aside to let him in, more confused by his sudden visit than anything. He steps inside and she closes the door, following him through the small entrance hallway and into the rest of the apartment. 

  He glances onto the kitchen island, where he spots the accumulation of her baking. He gets a whiff of fresh baked pecans and dull baked-in brandy. His eyes follow his nose, spotting a pie resting on a mesh-metal dual platform he assumed was for cooling multiple pies at once. He tears his gaze away and heads to the love seat, setting the bag of food on the pony wall. She watches him, not moving but he can tell by her body language that she’s getting antsy.

“I didn’t know what you like, so I just grabbed you orange chicken, rice and some veggies.” 

She nods and, after a moment of hesitation, makes her way over to him, sitting down on the love seat as he skillfully fishes out the white temple paper boxes full of inauthentic Chinese food. In his time in Europe, he’d found Chinese food to be his least favorite, not by any fault of their own. They certainly enjoyed their delicacies, and prided themselves on their cuisine, as it is a part of their culture. The multitude of spices were delicious to other Fables, but to his wolfish tastes, he preferred pork with the slightest bit of chicken hearts, if any at all, too many spices were overwhelming. Of course, ever since Snow cut him with that knife, he’s been able to adapt his tastes to blend in mostly, and get him by in the Mundie world. Even so, this was most definitely not authentic Chinese food, it’s as processed as the McDonalds around the corner. 

He hands the blonde woman two of the containers and a fork, then grabs his own. He doesn’t miss the excessive bounce of her leg, or the way she repeatedly switches which leg is crossed- left over right, right over left, left over right again. 

“What have you been working on?” he asks, pretending to be interested in how the crinkled piece of wanna-be steak clings to his plastic fork. 

“Orders.” she says without looking up, and his eyes look her over. She’s spotless for having been hard at work, but he can smell the salty must of sweat and the way the buttercup curls stick slightly to her temples confirms it.

“I thought most of your orders were completed.” he probes

“I wanted to get a headstart,” he doesn’t miss the subtle edge to her voice. “Please stop beating around the bush, why are you here?” 

“I was checking in on you, like I said, nobody has seen you around for a while.”

“So the Fabletown Sheriff is also responsible for performing wellness checks?”

“I have a lot of responsibilities, but yes, making sure Fables don’t kill each other is one of them.”

He watches her mouth open, tremble for a moment, then close tightly. She wanted to say something, but it seems she thought better of it. Looking from her face back to his own dinner, he caught a look at her own container, she hasn’t eaten any of it. Before he can ask if she has eaten already, the oven beeps. She stands, setting the takeout on top of the pony wall, again and makes her way to the oven. She slips on her mitts, reaching inside and pulls out the fresh pie. Even from where he is, he can smell warm caramelized sugar, molten blackberries and hear the crackle of the cooling crust on top. She slips the fresh pie underneath the first pie, eyes lingering on the pie on top.

“Whose order is that? Seems like you aren’t happy with it.”

For a moment, he doesn’t think she’ll answer and only intends on remaining transfixed on the pie, but she surprises him with a response.

“It was Woody’s favorite. Brandy Pecan Pie.” he watches her lips tremble again, eyes fluttering slightly with tears threatening to spill over, but she swallows and takes a breath, looking over at him. “Did you want a piece?” 

“I’m not much of a sweets person,”

“Please? I know you and Woody didn’t really like each other, but I don’t want to eat this pie alone. I’ve managed to keep the tears away for a while, but if I’m alone eating this…” she pauses, and snorts quickly, looking down and tucking her chin against her chest, as if laughing at the absurdity of what she was asking of him. “Nevermind, I shouldn’t have made it.” she reaches down, now cooled enough to touch the pie tin, she grabs it with both hands and walks to the trash can. 

He has only a second of shock before he’s on his feet. He clears the small distance, grabbing her hands just in time to force them not to let go. She lets out a startled noise and looks up, eyes wide. 

“Don’t throw it away just because it’s a painful memory.” he holds her gaze and can see the pain behind them. He tightens his hold on her hands, momentarily before she lifts it, and only then does he let her hands go to watch her set it back on the island. She leans against the counter, gripping the edge until her nails dig into the wood underside, closing her eyes tightly as she tries not to cry, again. He watches her, unsure of what to do for a moment. She isn’t afraid of him, but does he dare risk a hand on her shoulder? The worst that could happen is she recoils, which he’s used to. Somehow, he has a feeling that her recoiling from him, be it from disgust or fear, would ache like a healing bruise.

He reaches out, tentatively, and rests a hand on her shoulder, anyway. Under his hand, he feels her muscles stiffen, and she looks up at him. Her eyes are glassy, but she tries to prevent them from falling by blinking them away. The hurt, anger and frustration in her eyes raises memories of white fur splattered in red, dripping and muzzles snapping flesh, tearing. Growling, low and menacing, clacking teeth, and the feeling of utter helplessness and the birth of his ambition to become who he had succeeded in becoming. 

Without thinking, he moves his hand from her shoulder to the side of her head. Her hair is soft, and the free strands brush his calloused skin gently, reminding him of a faceful of his mothers fur. His hand slides around to cup the back of her head, pulling her forward.  She follows, still surprised by his gentleness, until her face touches his chest. She inhales deeply against his white dress shirt, and he can feel her hesitance to touch him back. But when his other arm loops around her shoulders, she sniffles and wraps her arms around his middle, clutching the back of his shirt as she sobs into him. She clings tightly onto him for long moments, soaking through his white shirt with her tears.

He holds her firmly, but doesn’t move otherwise as she weeps. Closing his eyes, he thinks about his mother and all that she deserved, the kindness and love she’d shown him. He remembers what she smelled like after the winter snow, the warmth and weight of her paw, the-

“Sher-iff?” he looks down as she pulls from his thoughts. He hums questioningly as she looks up at him, eyes puffy and pink, nose red and cheeks wet. He hadn't even noticed her crying slow, or feel the hiccups that now wrack her throat and chest. She lifts her hand and gently touches his hair, just as gentle as he had been. “I think I'm hungry.”

He blinks and rolls his eyes, stepping back slow enough for her to let her arms release and return to her sides. He leads her back to the loveseat and grabs her food, offering it out to her. She takes it and sits on the couch, turning to lift her legs up and tuck them into the gap between the cushion and arm of the loveseat. He sits beside her and resumes eating as well, partway through her container of takeout, she gently sets the food down, again, rubbing her eyes.

“Tired?” 

“I couldn’t sleep last night, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was…”

“I can stay here while you take a nap, if I can use your phone.” she looks up at him, examining his eyes as if she could read him as easily as he can read her. 

“You won’t leave?”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“And you won’t let anyone get me?” 

The sound of hungry maws gnawing on bone drifts through his ears, “No, I won’t.” 

She’s quiet, considering it for another moment before she stands up, grabbing her food. She puts it away in the fridge, grabbing her cell phone from its place on the counter against the fridge. Unplugging it from the charger, she brings it back to him and holds it out. He reaches out to take it, and she reaches further forward so that the back of her hand rests against his palm momentarily before pulling back and leaving the phone in his hand. He knows she did it on purpose, but she doesn’t look at him. Instead, making her way over to her bed and sitting down, pulling the hair tie from her hair and replacing it with a different, thicker one? He doesn’t understand, but as she lays down and pulls the blanket over her body, she rolls over to face him, offering a soft smile as she grabs one of the stuffed animals- a wolf. Now that he’s looking closer, the commonplace stuffed bear is nowhere to be seen. She doesn’t have a single stuffed bear, but he isn’t surprised. He doesn’t move, listening to her breathing slow more and more until her heart rate reaches rest and her breathing is slow and rhythmic. 

Bigby opens up her phone, not surprised by the fact that there’s no passcode, as she wasn’t even worried about her door being unlocked when they first met. The wallpaper was a picture of Woody and herself years ago, based on the shorter length of hair that hovers just above her shoulders. He thumbs the button of the receiver, and begins to scroll through her contacts, finding a contact for B. Rose, Bo, then Beast followed immediately by Beauty, then Boy Blue which caught him by surprise.

Why would she need Boy Blue’s number, unless she was doing an order for him? He had never commented on expecting an order from her.

He scrolls on, deciding on the irrelevance of his contact being saved. Underneath his contact was the Business Office number. 

Cindy, Dr. Swineheart, Jack H., Ozma- Ozma? How did she manage to get a phone number from the witches on the 13th floor? He makes a mental note to go and ask her some questions. The list continues; Rapunzel, Snow, Totenkinder, and Woody.

His eyes linger on the list of names before they drift over to [Y/N] asleep in her bed, then back to her phone. He thumbs the receiver icon and enters the number of his home phone before titling the contact “Bigby Apartment” and then creates a second one for his office titled “Bigby Office”. While it is his job to keep the residents of Fabletown safe, undiscovered, and not dead, he can’t deny that he has a soft spot for the baker. 

Walking over to the pie, again, after a long moment of pondering on the case, he examines the crust, closely. The scent of roasted sugar on the fresh pie, the baked pecans of this one, and the melted white chocolate drizzle over some kind of raspberry sweet, he wonders how she doesn’t always have stomach pains being surrounded by candy and sugar. 

He pauses for a moment, “candy. . .” he lifts her phone and scrolls through the contacts one more time before calling the Business Office line. It rings three times, then connects as someone picks up the other end.

“Fabletown Business Office.” It's Boy Blue.

“Blue, I need you to dig up everything you can on Hansel and Gretel. And I mean everything. I need you to bring it to me, I’ll give you the address in an hour.”

“Oh, right away, Mr. Wolf!” and the line clicks. He examines the pie, again. 

Slowly, her senses become more aware as the sleep recedes and she can smell her empty apartment once more. A hollow feeling remains in her chest, but the clinking of silverware and dishes raise hope in her belly. Her eyes flutter open and she sits up, expecting to see Woody, prepared to push away the pain from a nightmare. But no, it was the Sheriff standing in her kitchen, cutting two small slices from the Brandy Pecan Pie she’d made. It wasn’t a nightmare, Woody was really gone. She frowns and he speaks up from his place in her kitchen without looking up, 

“Have a nice nap?”

“I did. Until I had to wake up,” she rubs her eyes and sets her stuffed animal back in its spot against the pony wall. Turning, she drops her bare feet to the carpet, walking around to meet him in the kitchenette. He gently pushes a plate towards her, it has the slice of pie on it. Part of her doesn’t want to deal with this right after waking up, but she realizes that it’s not about dealing with it when she first wakes up, it’s something she doesn’t want to deal with in general. Still, the fact that he had cut it, and now has a piece on a plate for himself made her feel seen and understood. She looks up at him, 

“I thought you weren’t a sweets person?” 

“I’m not; Woody and I had our history, but he didn’t deserve what he got.”

She examines him, sees the tired and somber look in his eyes, and picks up the fork, taking a small bite from the end of the slice. It’s wonderful, nice and moist on the inside but crumbly and crunchy with the pecans on the top layer. The caramel glaze and the baked flavor made the pecans taste more nutty, giving the overall flavor a sweet and savory cacophony with every bite. No wonder Woody loved it. She opens her eyes, not sure when she closed them, and watches as the Sheriff takes his first bite. He nods his approval, and she feels the familiar swell of pride in her chest. 

“It’s really good.” 

“Thank you, Sheriff.” her voice is soft, just barely above a whisper. She takes in his appearance, the tie he normally wears has been removed and the top button is unclasped, allowing a bit of his chest hair to peek out from between the folds. “What was your history with Woody?”

He pauses, looks at her and lowers the fork a bit. “We lived in the homelands together, like you did.”

“But what happened that caused the tension between you two?”

“I thought you didn’t read other Fables’ stories?”

“I don’t. But I’m asking now to understand more about Woody. More about you.”

He stares at the pie for a long moment, “I’m the big bad wolf, I was doing bad things around Red’s grandma’s place. Woody and I got into it, it wasn’t a particularly good day for me, and it ended with him cutting me down the middle, shoving rocks in and kicking me into the river. We've been going rounds ever since.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widen as he recounts events casually and takes a bite of pie after he finishes speaking. “Oh wow…I can see how that would leave a bitter taste in the mouth. Were you going to hurt Red?” She's not sure she wants the answer, but the question is out of her mouth before she can even stop it.

“I don’t know. It was a long time ago, and like I said, it was a bad day.”

She hums in response, catching onto the clear message that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Did you finish with my phone?”

“Yeah, I put it back on the charger.”

“Thank you,” she sees a manila folder on the counter, underneath her phone.

“What’s the folder for?” she glances at him, curiously. 

“I think I have a lead in the case.”

Her eyes become round with excitement, “really? Let’s go talk to them! Maybe we can stop them from hurting anyone else!”

“Not yet, I have to investigate first and see if it all lines up before I go accusing.” 

“Who do you think it is? How did you find out so quickly?”

“It’s confidential.” he takes another small bite of his pie

“What?” Her voice comes out more incredulous than she meant it to, “Sheriff, someone I love was just murdered in cold blood and I was the one to find his corpse.”

“I don’t need you going on a revenge mission.”

“Somebody murdered an innocent Mundy woman and glamoured her to look like me to scare those close to me, and I don’t even know if I am really safe, but you’re going to refuse to tell me who you suspect is guilty of the crime for what? Because of the rules in the Business Office that you don’t even agree with? What if they come after me and I don’t know because you didn't tell me who to watch for?”

He examines her, closely, then the crumbs left on his plate. She prepares herself for a scolding, or him to just flat out refuse, but instead, he nods, 

“You’re right, keeping you in the dark wouldn’t help. Just don’t go around talking about the case to anyone without me, anyone. That includes Red.” she nods, “I think it may be Hansel, Gretel, both of them, or perhaps Totenkinder has something to say for herself.” 

“You think it’s-? But I haven't seen Hansel around in centuries? Isn't he still in the Homelands?”

“Either way, I need to find him and talk to him. Same with Gretel. Both bodies smelled like you, or at least your work, and with their history it could be a possibility.”

“But what reason would they have to glamour a Mundy to look like me or to kill Woody?” 

“I’m not sure just yet. But I will figure it out.”

[izzabela]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do something involving the bros taking care of a reader with an allergy to biting/stinging insects? I am allergic IRL, so it would feel nice to have someone do treatment or aftercare through the itching, burning, and whole hives/swollen throat crud I experience.

Survival of the Fittest - Lin Kuei x GN!farmer!reader

in which the great Lin Kuei assassins tackle allergies

a/n: what's better than one hot brother? TWO! what's better than two hot brothers? THREE!

also i had to google about allergic reactions to bugs (i didn't know that was a thing)

ship[s]: tomas, kuai liang, bi han x GN!reader

warning(s): polyamorous

"Delicious," you sigh happily, rubbing your belly happily.

Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Bi Han look you with warm faces, content with their lover's full belly.

"I am pleased you enjoyed," Kuai Liang said as he pats your head.

Tomas nods in agreement, "I couldn't agree more."

Bi Han just nods, taking some money out for Madam Bo when she comes by.

All three Lin Kuei inheritors, your lovers as well, brought you to Fengjian to have a taste of Madam Bo's cooking. Curious, you said yes (who would say no to free food?), and you were not disappointed.

You ate rounds and rounds of beef, pork, rice, and stir fried veggies, and anything else you could fit in the blackhole you called your stomach. By the time you were done, you had six plates stacked by yourself.

The boys didn't care how much they spent, as long as you were fed and happy.

"Happy little thing, aren't you?" Madam Bo quipped, smirking as she slaps the bill down.

You nod, making light conversation with her about the food as Bi Han pulled out more money to pay for the food. Afterwards, the Madam counted up and nodded, happy with the money she pocketed.

"Thank you once again, Madam Bo," you say with a bow.

She shakes her head and throws her hands at you, "You're quite welcome, dear. One more person I enjoy cooking for."

Getting up, you four say your goodbyes as you head to the door. Before heading out, though, Kuai Liang taps your shoulder with a bottle in his hand.

"Do not forget your repellent, darling," he says as he shakes the bottle.

You sigh and put your arms out and spread your legs shoulder-width apart. You had joined them for dinner in the clothes you wear for the harvest: thick, wide-legged pants with leggings underneath, short sleeves with a tank underneath, closed-toed tennis shoes, and a hat.

The brothers pass the bottle around and spray the parts of your body that were exposed: Bi Han at your neck and collarbone area, Kuai Liang at your shoulders and arms, and Tomas at your ankles where the leggings didn't cover.

Why? Because you're the weakest link.

Kidding, you're allergic to mosquitoes.

While it is unfortunate, it isn't death-causing. Modern medicine is to thank for that, but it is annoying that you have to carry repellent, your epipens, and to be careful of your surroundings.

After each brother is done spreading the repellent all over your exposed body parts, you four walked out the door happy, taking your guys' time in the village of Fengjian.

As you walked, your hands were taken by Kuai Liang on your left and Tomas on your right. Bi Han was behind you, not too far but close enough to smell the scent of your perfume.

"It is a beautiful evening," Bi Han notes, "Seldom do we have such time together."

You nodded in agreement. The farm life takes up a lot of time: herding the animals, feeding the animals, harvesting the greens, so on and so forth. Same for the brothers, except they were busy running the elusive Lin Kuei and protecting Earthrealm.

As you four walk, Tomas swats away any bugs as they come by you. With scary precision, he'll clap his hands together to kill the mosquitoes that frequent the warm, humid air.

Kuai Liang follows, except bits of fire from his fingertips act as a fly swatter.

Bi Han also protects you, flicking bits of ice in the direction of the mosquitoes.

However, despite all of their attentiveness, you feel a feathery touch, then a light pinch on the back of your neck. You get the bug, and you look at the deceased mongrel in the palm of your hand.

"Agh, bit," you announce as you brush the dead bug off your hand.

Bi Han roughly takes your hand, "You got bit. Where?" he gruffly asks.

Kuai Liang and Tomas look all over your body, and Tomas finds the spot smack dab in the middle of the back of your neck. He immediately asks Kuai Liang for cream and your medicine, but you decline.

"I'm fine, boys, really," you reassure them.

Letting go, you walk ahead of them, humming as you continue to take the sights in. They don't believe you, but for the sake of you, they stop their nagging. However, it doesn't stop the worry as they note how you begin to worsen.

First, it swells at an alarming rate. Like a volcano about to erupt, it's red and the "magma" is puss. But you tell them it doesn't itch.

In a couple of short seconds through the walk, you begin to touch at it, gently scratching it as there is mild discomfort. Tomas notices this and stops your hand from touching it some more.

"Honey, you can't touch it," he said as he applies some anti-itch cream, "It'll get worse."

Kuai Liang nods, "Correct he is. Hold our hands, Bi Han will cool it down."

His elder brother nods and hovers his palm over the swelling and aching area. Despite his cooling efforts, he mentions that it feels a bit warm.

"No," he deduces, "You, dear, are feeling warm."

You shake your head weakly, bits of sweat trickling down the side of your head as you can feel your throat tighten up. It's getting a bit hard to breathe, but you wheeze out a small "I'm fine".

You four finally make it to the portal, but your eyes become bleary, vision blurred as you stumble over your feet. All three pairs of hands manage to grab a hold of you before you hit the ground, but it's much too late.

Refusal to take any medicine left you dizzy and weak, your throat tight and swollen, and the bite practically about to burst. Tomas feels your forehead, and you're about as hot as Kuai Liang's fire.

Okay, not humanly possible, but it's pretty damn close.

"Bi Han! They're burning up!" he cries worriedly, and the mentioned brother scoops you into his arms.

"I will cool them myself, you two get the necessary items for their comfort."

They charge through the portal with you quietly moaning and groaning in pain. In the palace, Bi Han takes you to his bedroom, where a huge California bed lays, and lays you down. He quickly fixes up the pillows so you can lay your back against the headboard without discomfort.

It's nice and soft, but you're so warm still. Your arms reach for Bi Han, catching his garb as you gently pull it. He notices, and sits behind you and puts you in his lap, hugging you from behind as he emits a nice chill with his powers.

Kuai Liang and Tomas enter, the former brother with some water and towels, while Tomas has an epipen, some allergy meds, and an anti-inflammatory cream. You remember stashing some away in their rooms since you frequented their home.

Kuai Liang holds your head as you lean forward to expose the bitten area, and he wipes the anti-inflammatory cream all over the blistering wound. While it helps, it can't help your swollen throat.

"You'll need to use the pen, Tomas," Bi Han says, motioning to the medicine in that the European man holds.

He nods, but he sets it down on the nightstand. He's at your waist and he looks into your eyes as he gently explains what he's going to do.

"I will be removing your pants and leggings, but only down to your knees," he says calmly, with worried lines etched into his forehead.

You nod as you lean into Bi Han, relishing in the chill he provided. You feel Tomas's hands as he pulls your pants and leggings down. As promised, he stopped at your knees.

He takes the pen in his hand and removes the safety cap at the top, the orange piece to your thigh as his thumb is on top of the button.

Thumb to the sky, orange to the thigh, you had taught that to them just in case- thank the elder gods you did.

You whimper, little drops of tears streaming down your face as you look at him worriedly.

"Hold onto my brothers, dear," he prompts as he places each of your hands in his brothers.

Your left is in Kuai Liang's on the bed side, while your right is in Bi Han's as he hugs you from behind.

"On the count of three," Tomas says, "One... two... three!!"

The needle pokes your thigh in a quick pinch, and you blink away more tears that come through. However, you can feel your body begin to relax and cool down, and your eyes flutter to a close.

"Sleep," Bi Han says, a scarce softness in his voice.

You listen to the grandmaster, falling asleep to the rhythmic beating of Bi Han's heart as his brothers gather around you.

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You awake in the same position you left off, except this time the three men lay resting.

Bi Han is hugging your waist as his head rests on your shoulder, while Tomas and Kuai Liang are in your lap at each side, the warmth of their breathing felt on your leg.

You try to stretch quietly, but it's no use as all three of them wake up at the smallest movement of your body. Like little toy soldiers, you commanded their every movement.

They were that madly in love with you.

Kuai Liang holds your cheek, "Are you alright?"

You hold onto his hand and nod, nuzzling into his tepid hand.

"Yes, quite," you say confidently, "Though, a bit parched."

Tomas grabs the water that stood on the nightstand, holding it to your mouth as you practically chugged the cool liquid in one fell swallow.

Tomas then gets in between your legs and holds your hips, head nuzzled into your belly as he explains what happened.

From the first symptom, to your passing out, to the administering of medicine. Yes, you technically saw it, but allergies made you delirious. The recounting of the story moved you.

"You boys did that for me?" you ask tenderly, voice shaky with emotion.

Bi Han nodded in your shoulder, head not lifted as he spoke into your skin.

"Frivolous woman..." Bi Han scolded you lightly, "To worry us so..."

You chuckle as you pat his head, "Yes, yes, I know. Listen to you next time. Got it, mother."

He growls as he mumbles some curses, but they're empty threats as they all cuddle up to you again.

"Sleep once more," Tomas says as he pars your thigh, "You are still weak."

You nod, listening to them this time as you four fall into peaceful slumber.

While you would not put yourself in this predicament again, it was nice to have someone (in this case, three hot brothers) care for you in a time of need.

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googled so much about allergic reactions, epipen usage, and even asked my siblings what it feels like when their allergic reactions get bad

if i missed anything or got something wrong, lemme know so i can edit!

btw my cali trip is finishing up, which means we're back to our regularly scheduled program!

i hope yall enjoyed, and i'll see yall in the next fic!

[octoberautumnbox]

Do you have any adult, non-sexual related fantasies involving K-pop idols?

hi anon! thats quite a venn diagram of a concept u've put me up to LMAO

~~~

The door shuts behind you with a satisfying click, and both you and Yuri make your way to the car. Leaving the porch exposes you both to the early Saturday sun, and the crisp morning breeze fills your lungs and spreads through your body like some sort of infectious positivity.

You buckle in, same as she does, and the key goes into the ignition before the car hums to life. All systems go: gear in reverse, steering wheel primed, your hand on the brake, when all of a sudden, Yuri chimes in with, "Can I see the list again?"

It stops you in your tracks, "Don't you have it?" as your thumb lingers over the button that releases the brake. "No, you took it off the fridge door, next to the keys."

"Why would my keys be on the fridge door?"

~~~

You're off, admittedly, five minutes and a trip to the kitchen and back later than you should have. Yuri pulls down the sun visor as the light gets harsher, brighter, and returns her attention to her phone to sort out her other plans for the day.

"So tailor first, for the kids' uniforms," she lists out loud, "save the cash for the grocery store. I'm paying with my card." She taps a few buttons and continues, "Then we do groceries? Is that right?"

"No, we're getting ice cream. Market first." Your eyes are focused on the road, taking advantage of the quietness of the hour to drive wide around any squirrels that have yet to get off the asphalt.

"Okay, so we get ground pork and veggies," she mutters as she rearranges her notes. "And then we also need toilet paper." She continues out loud for a few more minutes, adjusting her to-do list as she goes, and you chime in when needed or when you feel she starts getting overwhelmed.

"Is it a hard no on the succulents?" The stoplight glows red as the display beneath it counts down from 90. You look over and find her glancing back at you, and what little you can see on her screen shows you this is the last thing on her list.

"You know what, sure. As long as you can find space for it." A well-placed hand on her head puts a smile on her face, and she turns back to her phone and types a few last things out.

~~~

The grocery bags thump and crinkle onto the countertop, "Careful of the eggs, Dad," she calls from the other room, and you go through the motion of wiping imaginary sweat from your brow. Pull out the contents of each and lay them out: eggs, meats, vegetables, snacks, cups of ramyeon, toilet paper, laundry detergents, what have you.

"Good morning, Dad," your little girl mumbles from the doorway. "Morning, Chief. Take a seat," you reply, still focused on sorting out your various items. She makes her way over to the stool on the other side of the counter, rubbing the sleep out her eyes, and as she settles onto the seat, she lets out a yawn.

"Haejoon was telling me about his dream," she says, "about playing his computer game against spiders that were cheating."

"Sounds wild. Your brother can be weird like that, huh?"

"Yeah, really weird." She yawns again and rests her head on the cool tile of the countertop.

~~~

You finally pull your son's arms through the holes in his uniform. "You're gonna have to button these yourself, Champ."

"But Mom buttons Haein's for her!"

"It's because I'm younger," his sister teases, a pompous grin on her lips.

"Only by a couple minutes!"

"Settle down, you two," Yuri interrupts, perfectly timed and exactly as loud as she needs to be. "Haein, do your own buttons," Your wife's voice is loving but firm, and her daughter lets out a whine, but ultimately she does them anyway.

The two finish putting on their uniforms, and after a couple twirls to show you how they fit, both you and Yuri clap before carefully taking them off again, trying not to crease them.

~~~

With the twins fast asleep, you turn off the light behind you and shut their bedroom door. You take careful steps down the not-so-well lit stairs, remind yourself to get lights for these sometime, and join your wife on the couch.

"Is Notting Hill okay?" she asks. The cursor hovers over the movie, and the synopsis fades into the screen. She hands you a spoon and offers you the bowl of rocky road and double dutch, and you watch as her eyes scan across the tiny words.

"Sure. Are you in the mood to cry?" You take a spoonful of ice cream, and immediately the fatigue of the day disappears.

"Eh, why not. I have you here, anyway," Yuri says, and she presses the button. The screen dims and buffers, and the movie starts.

You feel a little tug and a snuggle on your sleeve, so you bring your arm around her. Plant a kiss on her hair, and watch as she brings a marshmallow to her lips. The Universal Pictures splash reflects in her eyes, and at that moment you do two things: first, brace yourself for when the tears come, and second, thank your lucky stars it's you that gets to sit here with her.

~~~

[stroopwaifey]

🌸Daily diary 11/16/24🌸

🇰🇷Korean

I practiced Korean on Duolingo. I know you guys voted for Russian but I like the Korean aesthetic more. Plus I could practice by watching Kdrama lol.

🏋️‍♀️Gym

I went to the gym and did a 10 min walk, chest presses, over head press, lat pull downs, seated rows, face pulls, and 10 mins of shoulder and chest stretches.

🧘‍♀️Stretches

On top of my gym stretches, I did spilts training at home.

🥗Diet

I meal prepped and got my groceries. This week I’m having traditional Japanese breakfasts with a portion of fruit. The fruit isn't traditional but I feel better when I eat lots of fruit🍓The rest is pork summer rolls, quesadilla with fajita veggies, Vietnamese beef noodle bowls, and hoa qua dam for dessert 💗 I quit eating at 8 as that's my new cut off time. ✂️

📖Reading (4/100 books)

I read Shanghai Girls 👯‍♀️ by Lisa See

✝️Bible

Continued my Bible in a year

💗Self Care

I winded down by dimming the lights, lighting a candle, and watching alr drama 🤣 I also watched an episode of extraordinary attorney Woo. Its refreshing to see a disabled protagonist! Especially because I know in Korea the disabled are not viewed as well as they are here. If you think America is ableist you haven't seen anything yet.

📝Notes

I didnt have it in me to write or draw today. I think its because I slept in so my day was WAY shorter.

WAKE UP EARLY ⏰🚨

[starysky1289]

I freaking love Toxic stepsister Vanessa!!

Can u do were we ignore her the whole day then when they go to bed and we wake up to her groping our waist and tits??

Toxic!Stepsis!Vanessa x YN. Avoidance.

Hiii!! Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!!

“ yn get up, you have a lot of chores to do before work. “

You groaned, sitting up. You glanced around the penthouse bedroom, you could see Vanessa getting changed into her uniform. You tossed your legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up.

“ I don’t work today Vanessa, Remeber…we were having our date night tonight…? “

“ oh! That’s tonight?? Fuck YN I forgot…we’ll have to reschedule…”

You felt your heart shatter, she’d been planing this for months, and she forgot?? You got up and sulked towards her, wrapping your arms around her.

“ why can’t we tonight…”

“ because I’m working late…this crime influx is killing us, so id enjoy dinner to be done and ready when I get home. And all the chores to be done. “

“…fine…”

You mumbled, turning around to your closet. You dug out a simple outfit for the day, just an easy cleaning outfit.

“ I’m heading out. I’ll be back at 8 yn, get your stuff done. “

Vanessa called as she headed out. You followed her out, stopping only to grab her bento box lunch from the fridge.

“ don’t forget this nessa! I love you…”

“ oh, thank you dear! I love you too yn~ “

Vanessa kissed your forehead, and headed down to the elevator. You watched her disappear behind the doors, and she was gone. You sighed, walking back to the fridge and seeing what you had. Veggies and pork. You could make that into something fancy, right?

You closed the fridge and headed towards the laundry room. Youd start cook around 3, for now you’d get some chores done. You grabbed one of the full bins of laundry, tossing it in the washer. You poured the soap and detergent on top, and started the cycle. While that was going you start cleaning the penthouse.

You walked into the bedroom, and began to fix the bed. You’d fluff the pillows to Vanessa’s preference. Then you’d grab the vacuum from the closet, plugging it into the wall and starting to clean the room.

Just then, your phone buzzed on the wooden dresser. You turned the vacuum off, checking your phone. Vanessa had texted you.

“ hey, forgot my water bottle, will you run it to the station? “

You hesitated for a moment, why should you? Vanessa couldn’t remember your date night, why should you care what she needs! You had a whole outfit picked for today, you were more excited than you had been in months. Date nights where the only day she’d care about you!

So, with a heavy heart, you turned your phone off, and went back to cleaning. Youd deal with her later, for now you’d clean. Maybe read your book later. Whatever it is, you wouldn’t bare any mind to Vanessa.

~^~

Around 8:30 the door was swiftly unlocked. You were in the living room, flicking through the channels.

“ YN?! YN LN. “

Vanessa stormed in, staring in front of the TV. You glanced up at her, and flicked the TV off.

“ good, your home. Your dinners in the microwave, I ate already. “

You stood up, heading towards the bedroom. Vanessa snapped, grabbing your arm and pulling you to her.

“ why the fuck haven’t you answered your damn phone all day. You worried me sick! “

“ well Vanessa, you didn’t seem to care about remembering our date night, so i simply forgot to look at my phone! You dinners ready, I’m going to bed. “

You yanked yourself out of Vanessa’s grip, and calmly sauntered into the bedroom. Vanessa didn’t follow you, as you closed the door behind you. You changed into your nightgown, and climbed into bed. Reaching out, you grabbed one of the spare pillows from under the bed, and held it close to your chest.

You didn’t care what she’d say. You didn’t care what she’d do. You were standing up for yourself. She’d just throw a fit and be over it the next day, like always.

~^~

“ mmmm….stop it…”

You toss and turn in your sleep, feeling yourself being almost haunted by something. You rolled over and shoved your face into the pillow, before suddenly being flipped over.

“ huh…? “

You groggily blinked your eyes open, starring up in shock. Vanessa was straddling your hips, groping your tits fericely. She finally caught notice of you stiring awake.

“ finally….thought I’d have to fuck you awake…”

Vanessa bent down and quickly bit down your neck, leaving deep marks trailing down your shoulders.

“ do you have any fucking idea how mad I am at you?? First you don’t respond to me all day, and I’m swamped at work, so I can’t come home!! Then when I do get home, you decided to throw a little fit and be all like “ oh if you can’t remeber our things, why should I care? ‘ YOU CARE BECAUSE I GIVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD BITCH. “

“ n-Nessa I’m sorry! I am…I-i was just so upset I didn’t know…”

“ save it…I bought your flowers yn…and I was gonna make such sweet love to you last night….but you wanted to throw a fit. I thought you were good sister…”

“ I-i am nessa!!! “

You tried to sit up, before Vanessa pinned you back against the bed.

“ then you’ll understand why I’m punishing you~ “

Vanessa kissed down your stomach, her eyes never leaving yours. She slowly made her way down to your PJ bottoms, ripping them down without another though.

“ n-Nessa! “

“ shut up. You don’t get to talk, Moan, or whine unless I give you permission. “

Vanessa yanked your panties down, tossing them to the side. She then dove her tongue into your folds immediately, making you whine before quickly biting your lip. Vanessa smirked, dragging her tongue through your folds and plunge it back in, continuing this constant little pattern.

“ awww….god I wish to just hear your little whines…but you don’t deserve that pleasure….”

Vanessa dove back into you, being unable to moan was like torture. You needed to moan, you needed to sob and cry out from how good this felt. But she wouldn’t let you.

“ I bet your close, huh? But then again I don’t know! I could push you over the edge at any moment and I might not know…”

A whine slipped though your lips, and she quickly pulled back; slapping your clit. You bit your lip to stay silent, but desperately needed to sob. Vanessa glared at you before going back down. This time though, she started sucking on your puffy clit, and slammed three fingers into your hole. You bit your lip harder, you felt yourself getting closer by the second.

“ yeah…yeah i know…your so close…cum for me, cum all over my pretty fingers slut…show your big sister who you belong too….”

Vanessa speed up, sucking harder on your clit. You bite back moans, feeling yourself grow closer every moment. With one final thrust, you burst. You couldn’t help it, you let out a final, screamingly loud moan. Vanessa smirked, pulling back and giving your clit a final ‘ pop ‘.

“ dirty fucking thing….youll be good…answer my fucking calls and texts from now on? “

“ y-yes….yes Vanessa…”

“ good girl…”

Vanessa have your inner thigh a final smack, before crawling up next to you. She tossed the blankets over the two of you and pulled you into her.

“ I love you yn…my perfect, dirty little sister~ “

You panted slightly, before giving Vanessa a gentle kiss. She smiled, and returned one.

“ I-i love you more v-Vanessa….b-best big sister ever…..