#w/o having to know what ingredients went into the recipe or how it's supposed to taste

[lord-squiggletits]

NGL I think one of my least favorite "gotchas" that I see/get while critiquing stories is "so how would you fix it? oh so you don't have an idea of how to rewrite the story to make it better? oh so basically you're just complaining that you don't like it and don't have actual critique."

Buddy.

Sometimes the reason I don't have a "solution" to how the author should've rewritten their story to be better, is because I'm not privy to the author's thought process, what their alternate story ideas were, what they talked about with their editor, what they might've been forced to do by deadlines, or even what they might've thought they were writing towards at first but then later changed the trajectory of their story to be about something else.

It's all well and good for me to say something like, idk, "I think Character A should've gotten more narrative focus because their story could have helped fix XYZ Plot Hole," but it could very well be that the author never intended for Character A to be a prominent character (just a secondary or tertiary character). Maybe using Character A to solve one Plot Hole would've gone against the writer's plans because then it would open up a different plot hole for something else they had planned later in the story. If it's an ongoing story, maybe something I see as a "plot hole" is actually a deliberate mystery that the creator left open to write about later-- or maybe the plot hole is because there was a deadline crunch and the author had to drop a certain character/plot point/etc because they couldn't fit it into the story any more. Maybe having Character A be a more prominent part of the story is just based on MY personal tastes and what I would want to write in MY version of the story, but completely clashes with the characters/conflicts the author wanted to focus on.

Because yes, there are some story critiques that are as simple as "part A doesn't make sense, you could just fix it by doing B", but there are also some story critiques where suggesting a viable "solution" would require BEING the author or someone involved in the production of the story to understand what limitations or plans were involved in the selection of that flawed plot point. There are also some story critiques where even if there is a "problem" and my critique offers a "solution," there could be another "solution" or even dozens that do just as good of a job fixing the issue, but involve vastly different characters, plot ideas, so on and so forth.

Being a good critic isn't (just) about going "the story would've been better if X happened" because the story is ultimately in control of the author and their vision, and without knowing what the author's vision was (something that you almost exclusively know if you're 1. the author or 2. their beta reader), it's impossible to definitively say "this plot point should've been cut/[completely different thing] should've happened instead" because THAT is the point at which you're complaining, not critiquing. I would argue that in some cases, trying to "fix" a story yourself actually makes your critique worse, not better, because it ends up being a case of you simply imposing your artistic vision over the author's to say "I think it would've been better this way."

At least if you just say "this part of the story was flawed because XYZ" without saying "it should have been ABC instead", then you're stating your grievances with the story without being presumptuous enough to assume that YOUR version of the story would fit the author's original vision, or the constraints they were working under, or the other versions of the story that they were debating over at the time before ultimately settling on one version (even if flawed).

There's a point at which "this plot is flawed, that should've happened instead" is just fix-it fan fiction and not actual critique that could help the writer write their story in a way that fits their vision.

[mainveyn]

home cooked food w suna <3

suna comes home with home cooked food ready for him by his s/o

so we all know that suna is scouted from aichi

i hc that he probably moved to hyogo and lived there by himself

will cook sometimes but he and his lazy ass sighhh

and so you decided to surprise him by making him some home cooked food

its saturday and its supposed to be a full day indoor date w you

but kita just ruined it by asking everyone to come back for extra practice

so he stopped by your house and gave you the spare key

told you to bring snacks to his house first and wait from him to come home

he give you a confused look when u seems unusually excited about it but still give u goodbye kisses MWAHH

so u went to the stores nearby, bought all the ingredient needed and ready to cook up some recipes from shokugeki jk those aren’t edible irl

finally suna got home, dead tired but instantly revive when he smell good food from his kitchen???

“y/n baby, I’m home. what are you up to?”

completely frozen bc u look so cute w his plain boring apron on?? phone out ready to take some photo of u

“welcome back, rin! dinner's ready,” you, holding up a spatula, head tilted to one side with such a cute smile god sunarin ready to marry u already

you waited for him to finish his shower so that you can both eat together

suna felt his heart melts when he tastes the food you made for him, so full of love

i hc hes also the type that have small appetite like tsukki

but this time bc its u he asked for a second

you gladly pass him another bowl of rice, happy to see him being healthy and taken care by you

you already finished your food but he ask you to sit with him for a while

he insist to hold your hand too despite its abit difficult for him to eat with chopstick haha

soon after, you being the good s/o, cleaned up and wash the dishes for him

he approached u from behind, arms tighten around ur waist with his face hidden at the nape of your neck

suna didn’t say anything but you know what he is trying to tell you

thank you for doing this for me

i love you <33

he opened up to you a little, telling you that he might be a tiny bit lonely when he have to moved and stayed here by himself.

you turned around, hands cupped on his face, smooch his sweet lips MWAAHH

“i’m stuck with you forever so you can throw away the word ‘lonely’ from ur dictionary now”

chuckled, he wanna laugh at ur lame joke but totally died at how sweet you are

“sure, suna y/n.”

🙂 🤔 😀

“no, how about you be l/n rintarou instead”

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Hey, honey! 💞 As usual, I’m in LOVE w/ your conspicuous talent for writing! May I request HCs for Momo, Ochako, and Mina w/ a S/O who bakes and offers the surplus of delicacies to his/her/their GFs as endearment?

Of course! Thank you so much for all of the support! It means so much to me! 💖

Fluff! 💖

S/O Bakes Some Delicious Treats and Offers Some

Momo Yaoyorozu-

You were doing a bake sale for a local fundraiser, it was to raise money so local children can be able to train and learn about their quirk! You were baking some brownies! Your dorm room smelled amazing, the scent of sweet chocolate and dessert filled the air.

As you pulled out the pan of brownies, Momo walked into your dorm room, placing down her bag on your bed and sitting down. She agreed beforehand, to help out with the bake sale since it means it can help out kids on their way to being pro-heroes. “(Y/N), what are you making? It smells wonderful!” She said, looking at you with a curious look on her face. You laugh as you cut the brownies into squares, then letting them cool down.

“I’m making brownies, it’s for the bake sale” you started, you already know she’s going to ask to eat some then you added, “and you’re not getting any!” You said laughing, you her Momo groan and flop back onto the bed. You rolled your eyes with a smile, she’s usually very mature about situations and understands. But I mean, it’s brownies and brownies are worth every ounce of worry and need!

After a while, you put them in a ziplock bag, getting them ready for tomorrow. That’s when you look over at Momo, intensely staring at the bag. “You can have the leftovers, I made a bit too many.” You say, holding out a brownie to her. Her eyes light up and she grabs it, taking a bite of the gooey goodness you call homemade brownies! Whenever the bake sale arrives, you have to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t steal any brownies! But, she’s so focus on teaching the kids how much it means to be a pro-hero, she forgets all about the brownies.

Ochaco Uraraka-

You decided to make some cupcakes for your brother’s birthday. It was later that day so you had to hurry and get them finished. It was a mixture of red velvet cupcakes and vanilla! They had buttercream frosting and honestly, they looked wonderful!

Uraraka wanted to help you bake them since she adores your family! And your family adored her, so the feeling was mutual! She was working on the icing when you hear her go “yummmm!” You look over at her, she has a spoon of icing in her mouth. “Uh sweetheart, you know that I needed that for the cupcakes right?” You asked looking at her, smiling a bit. Her face turned a bright side of red, as she immediately put the spoon down acting as if nothing happened.

You laughed as you finished up. You have to admit, she was pretty helpful when it came to baking. Especially since you’re clumsy! Anytime you’re about to drop something, she makes it float, it’s only the challenge of making sure it doesn’t float away. Once you had the cupcakes in the fridge to chill, you turn to her and wipe the icing off her face that was around her mouth. She smiled, her face blushing a bit. It’s was quite adorable!

“Okay how about this, after I take them out of the fridge you can have one? Only one though!” You say, she immediately nods and you laugh. “Cupcakes aren’t a joking matter, (y/n)!” She said, crossing her arms. After about 30 minutes or so, you take them out of the fridge and hand her a red velvet cupcake, with multicolored sprinkles on top. “Here, now I have to get ready for the party.” You say with a smile, going to get ready. Just so you know, the party went amazing! You and Uraraka even did some karaoke!

Mina Ashido-

Your grandmother recently gave you a recipe on homemade classic chocolate chip cookies! They were your favorite! Mina was SO excited when she found out you had the secret recipe of the holy cookies! You were going to surprise your friends with some cookies! Bakugou always loved when you brought some of your grandma’s cookies, like that was the only time he was actually nice. The Bakusquad loved when you baked!

So there you were in Mina’s dorm, currently reading off the recipe so she can grab the ingredients. “Are you sure we need that much butter?” She asked, you nodded. Whenever they were super unhealthy, that’s how you know it’s going to be good. “Okay boo, now hand me the vanilla extract.” You say, looking at her. You can tell she never really bakes, the main reason to support this was that she was utterly confused. So you grabbed it, laughing, and putting in the ingredients.

After a while, you finally finish the cookies and it fills the dorm with the smell of chocolate chips and vanilla. Mina’s eyes filled with excitement when you placed the cookies on the counter. She immediately tried to grab one but you swatted her hand away. “No! We need to save these for when we see our friends! It’s the right thing to do.” You say, moving the cookies away from her. She pouted, “But why?” She asked, leaning on the counter. “Because, I promised them that they would get some cookies before we ate them all.” You said, smiling. You loved Mina and honestly whenever she did this, it was adorable.

After about thirty minutes of convincing, you finally agreed to one cookie. And with that, you grabbed one of the smaller ones for you two to eat. Once you took a bite, it tasted like Heaven. It was the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and Mina was enjoying and savoring that tiny cookie. By the time you guys were supposed to see Bakugou and them, there was only crumbs left. “What do you mean you ate them all!?” Katsuki said with rage in his voice, then Kirishima added in “we were so excited for those!” You and Mina just laughed, plus you can always make more!

I hope you guys enjoyed! It was so cute to write this one! 💖

I hope you have a great day! :)

[carewyncromwell]

[HPHM] Carewyn Cromwell and Orion Amari Cinderella AU Moodboard

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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms at war -- the land of Royaume with rolling valleys and mountain ranges, and the land of Florence by the southeastern sea. Their conflict had started fifty years ago, rooted in a territory dispute that blew up in an assassination and full-scale war. Since then, the royal family of Royaume, including the young Prince Henri, was kept under very tight house-arrest. It also resulted in many families gaining status and power in the two nation’s governments through investing in war.

One of those such families in the nation of Royaume were the Cromwells, led by the cold and ruthless Lord Charles Cromwell. The Cromwells put in a lot of their own money investing in the War, and those investments only came back to them tenfold, making them incredibly wealthy and very well-regarded among Royaume’s royal court. The King of Royaume needed all of the financial assistance he could get -- especially since he’d spent a lot of money to hire a mercenary from an outside country to assassinate the Crown Prince of Florence in an attempt to end the War, only for the War to go on unabated when the King of Florence coughed up a replacement heir. And as luxurious as the Royaumanian palace and many of its country estates looked, a lot of the lower classes weren’t getting their fair share, around paying for the soldiers at war. There were rumors that Florence was better-off, since they simply used black magic to make money and food appear out of fat air, but that was widely considered to be unfounded rumors. Royaumanians were very distrustful of magic and those who practiced it, and Florence’s harboring of witches and wizards didn’t do much to endear the common man to their enemy country.

This was why, one day at the local market in Royaume’s capital, there was a lot of fuss made when one of the street vendors -- an old miser named Argus Filch --  suspected a strange man of buying ingredients for a potion.

“I’m not stupid, boy,” said Mr. Filch, looking over the stranger with suspicion. “You think those things you’ve been picking up like a crow look like anything other than some kind of black magic recipe?”

The stranger in question -- a young, tanned, black-eyed man with a beard and slightly-too-long dark hair -- responded with remarkable calm.

“I assure you, sir, black magic is certainly not my intention,” he said quietly.

“Oh yeah?” challenged Mr. Filch. “What’s all this for, then?”

“A friend,” the young man answered.

“A friend, eh? Some nasty old witch in the forest, I’m sure -- thinking of mixing up some poison potion -- ”

“Is there a problem here?”

Both men looked up, very startled.

A young lady astride a white horse had just come to a stop beside them. She was dressed in a light yellow gown with green sleeves and her ginger hair was done up in netting decked with pearls. It was a peculiar sight, to see so well-dressed a woman riding her own horse through the market rather than riding in a carriage, even if she did ride side-saddle.

The ginger-haired lady glanced at the dark-haired stranger out the side of her almond-shaped blue eye. Although her face was as stoic as a marble statue’s, there was something about her gaze that caught his attention. It was discerning, and yet...not cold. Not condescending.

The lady then turned to Mr. Filch.

“Good sir,” she said, “why do you harangue my escort?”

The dark-haired stranger blinked, but otherwise kept the surprise from his face. Mr. Filch himself blinked several times in rapid succession.

“Y-your escort?” he sputtered. “Then...you’re who he was shopping for?”

“That I am,” said the lady very coolly. “Is there a problem with my purchases?”

“W-well, yes, in fact!” Mr. Filch stammered, his suspicion returning even though he was clearly intimidated. “What could a fine lady such as yourself want with this sort of...pagan nonsense?”

The lady raised her eyebrows dryly. “‘Pagan nonsense?’”

“Yes!” said Mr. Filch, his voice becoming a bit louder in his defensiveness. “Rosemary, henbane -- ”

“I require rosemary for the kitchen staff, to season our meals,” said the lady at once. “And henbane makes for pleasant incense -- we use it to stifle the smell of cigar smoke, after large parties.”

Filch looked a bit abashed.

“...And what about the absinthe? That stuff’s pretty strong...and the catswort...”

“My uncle brews drinks with absinthe, as a palette cleanser after large meals....and surely you yourself know of how much house cats enjoy catswort? I believe I see cat fur on your coat.”

“Well, yes, but...but what about the Mandrakes?” challenged Filch. “That is pretty occult, if I’ve ever -- ”

“The Mandragora plant has some of the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen,” the lady said, and her blue eyes grew a little narrower. “Now have I satisfactorily nullified your concerns? I’m afraid I have an urgent appointment at the palace, and I know my grandfather Lord Cromwell would be very displeased if I was late for it because someone suspected his family of aligning themselves with witchcraft.”

Mr. Filch suddenly went very, very white. “L-Lord Cromwell!? Y-you’re related to -- ?!”

He abruptly prostrated himself before her. “My lady!”

The display actually seemed to make the young Lady Cromwell look incredibly uncomfortable -- as if she hadn’t intended for the threat to make the vendor react with quite so much anxiety.

“Rise, please,” she said, and her voice seemed oddly remorseful. “That’s not necessary. Just be on your way and leave this man be, please.”

“Yes, my lady!” said Mr. Filch very quickly, looking no less anxious. “O-of course, my lady...”

With that, he slunk away, back down the street toward his stall.

Lady Cromwell looked down at the dark-haired stranger again. His sparkling black eyes had not left her face for almost the entire exchange and were very difficult to read.

“Have you bought everything you need?” she asked under her breath.

The stranger inclined his head in a single nod. “Yes.”

Lady Cromwell nodded in return, a very small smile touching the corners of her red lips. “Good. Walk beside my horse for a block or so. I’ll escort you out of the market, so you can head home.”

She flicked the reins and started her horse off at a leisurely trot. The dark-haired man hesitated briefly, before adjusting the basket under his arm so that the handle hung on his shoulder and following her.

“That was some very clever thinking on your part,” he said quietly.

Lady Cromwell raised her eyebrows.

“You seem surprised,” she said dryly. “Have you never encountered a clever woman before?”

“On the contrary,” the man replied, “I’m fortunate to count several as my friends. But I must confess, I did not expect such kindness from someone in your position.”

“And pray, what ‘position’ is that?”

The man inclined his head respectfully. “A lady of the Cromwell estate, of course. After all, as you yourself said...your grandfather most assuredly would be offended if someone associated him and his family with witchcraft.”

Lady Cromwell shot a quick glance at him out the side of her eye. Then she faced forward again.

“...I suppose I...have never been that much like the rest of my family,” she said softly. “Excluding my brother.”

“The young Lord Tristan Cromwell?” asked the man.

“No -- Jacob Cromwell,” she replied. “He’s at the war front.”

The man’s dark eyes flickered with a strange, sad glint.

“I see...”

The lady brought her horse to a stop and faced the man more fully.

“Well then, this is where I leave you. I’m sorry if it requires more of a walk for you to return home, but I must be off to the castle -- I’m already running behind.”

“It’s no problem at all,” said the dark-haired stranger. “It truly is not so far of a walk for me.”

Lady Cromwell nodded politely. “Very well. Farewell, then, Mr...?”

“With respect, my lady,” said the man with a slight wry smile, “perhaps it’s best that we not share our identities.”

The red-haired lady cocked her eyebrows sardonically. “Seems rather rude of you, considering you already know mine.”

“Ah, but I don’t, truly,” said the stranger, and his black eyes sparked with something almost mischievous. “I know your family name, yes, but that’s not who you are, is it? And truthfully even who you are now isn’t really that important. I’d say who you wish to be is far more telling than who you are at the present moment.”

Lady Cromwell raised an eyebrow, intrigued a bit despite herself. “Really? And who do you wish to be, sir?”

His black eyes twinkled a bit more, making them resemble two miniature night skies with hundreds of tiny pinprick stars.

“...A free man.”

Lady Cromwell’s eyes actually softened a bit, almost sympathetically.

“...Well, I hope you achieve that dream, Mr. Freeman,” she said in an unusually kind voice.

She flicked the reins of her horse.

“Farewell!” she called behind her.

Despite himself, the dark-haired stranger felt his face breaking into a broad smile as he watched her gallop away.

“Farewell,” he murmured, “Lady Cromwell.”

Not long after she was out of sight, a familiar black carriage appeared around a corner, and the door cracked open so that one could enter it. With an airy sigh, the dark-haired man climbed into the carriage and shut the door behind him, before the carriage rode off.

Not long after, the woman who’d been called “Lady Cromwell” arrived at the Royaumanian palace. She received a lot of attention from the castle staff for her mother’s old dress and formal hair and make-up -- and when she approached the thrones of the King and Queen, she startled everyone with her greeting.

“Your Majesties,” she said lowly, her blue eyes downcast to the floor to obscure the faint nerves she felt, “my name is Carewyn. Lord Cromwell sent me, so that I may serve his Highness, the Prince.”

The King looked very startled. “Lord Cromwell? Then...”

His face suddenly burst into an incredulous smile.

“...Why then, you’re the new maidservant! Lord Cromwell’s serving girl! My, but you have cleaned up -- I never would have guessed!”

“Clearly Lord Cromwell treats his servants well, if even they look the part of a courtier,” said the Queen, and she couldn’t help but giggle behind her hand.

Carewyn successfully resisted the urge to scoff. Charles most certainly had not told her to come dressed in her mother’s old dress or doll herself up quite this much -- he wanted Carewyn to be eyes and ears for their family, not to draw attention away from her cousins vying for the Prince’s hand. But Carewyn had her own reasons for wanting to make a good first impression.

“Come nearer to me, child,” said the Queen.

Carewyn obeyed politely. She still had some trouble meeting the King and Queen’s eyes, but she kept her composure as best she could.

“Turn for me.”

Faintly confused, Carewyn nonetheless did so. The Queen looked very pleased.

“Oh, she’s just like a little china doll!” she said through a simpering smile. “Prince Henri is going to have such fun with her, wouldn’t you say, dear?”

“Yes, yes, indeed,” said the King with a chortle. “I don’t know if you’re aware, Carewyn, but my son has quite a knack for -- ”

“Father!”

Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from turning around in surprise as the man who had to be Prince Henri strode up the hall.

He certainly was dressed the part, that was for certain. He wore a doublet made of gold-trimmed purple velvet complete with a brocaded cape and a matching hat and breeches with white stockings and gold-buckled black shoes.

“Henri, how good of you to join us,” said the Queen brightly. “Carewyn -- this is Henri Lancelot-Yves Andre -- Crown Prince of Royaume.”

Carewyn curtsied politely. “It’s an honor, your Highness.”

The dark-skinned prince Henri gave a bright white grin. “Ah, then you’re the new maidservant! I think I can see why you were sent over -- your fashion is on point, despite your dress being of an older style...”

He offered a hand politely to her.

“Come -- we must get you fitted appropriately!”

With faint hesitance, Carewyn rested her hand on top of the prince’s and followed him out.

“Fitted, Your Highness?” she asked. “I thought I merely would receive a uniform, once I arrived.”

“Oh, you will,” said the Prince brightly, “but no member of the castle staff is going to wear a uniform that doesn’t fit her properly -- I’ll need to tailor it. And please...call me Andre.”

Meanwhile, the dark-haired stranger called “Freeman” was getting an earful from the man in the carriage.

“Orion, you can’t keep running off every time you’re able to sidestep your attendants,” said the blond-haired man in the carriage. His arms were crossed, and although his expression was grave, it wasn’t particularly strict or reproachful. “There’s a lot of military strategy to discuss.”

“I learn a lot more about our enemy here on the streets than I ever could in a tower, McNully,” said Orion serenely. Once he’d finished organizing his basket of herbs, he lay it down on the seat across from him. “Don’t let me forget to deliver that to Miss Haywood, for the wounded.”

“You could stand to learn about your enemy in both places,” said McNully, “and you could also stand to think a bit more critically before disguising yourself and wandering across the border. Do you know what the Royaumanians would do, if they caught you?”

Orion considered this. “Hmm...perhaps that would make a good strategy. Cleopatra herself apparently smuggled herself inside a rug, so as to parley with Julius Caesar -- ”

“Yes, but Cleopatra’s older half-brother hadn’t been killed on Caesar’s orders beforehand,” McNully cut him off a bit more forcefully.

He sighed heavily.

“Orion...I understand you never asked for any of this. I mean, of all the people I could’ve seen becoming heir to the throne of Florence, I’d have said you only had a 3% chance of being picked.”

“Much obliged,” said Orion with a rather placid smile.

His face then grew a bit more serious.

“Even so,” he said quietly, “it’s my responsibility. And so is ending this war, preferably in such a way that balance is restored.”

“Kind of hard to do, when Royaume seem more interested in killing off royal family members than negotiating,” said McNully. “At this rate, I’d say the odds are slim they’ll accept peace over all-out surrender -- 10%, tops.

Orion shook his head. “Its leaders, maybe, but not its people. There is goodness among them. Patience, tenacity, loyalty, and fire. A desire for peace and stability, in place of war and loss.”

“And an irrational hatred of us, bred out of a fear of everyone and anyone even slightly associated with magic,” McNully pointed out.

“Not all of them feel that way.”

“A good 98% do.”

Orion glanced out the window at the large wall that marked the border of Royaume and Florence. Positioned in the distance were a battalion of Royaumanian soldiers shooting their guns and yelling -- no doubt they were being distracted just long enough for their carriage to slip through unnoticed.

“However slim the number,” said Orion quietly, “there are those here who don’t fear the unknown and mysterious -- whose kindness gives them courage...”

The face of the ginger-haired lady he’d met in the market rippled over the Florentine Prince’s mind again, and his lips curled up in a small smile.

“That’s something we can count as a blessing and use to our advantage.” 

[bimboamyrose]

Unfamiliar - A Metamy Fanfic (Ch. 6)

Ch. 6: Instinct

First two chapters

Previous (Ch.5) CW: (mild) blood

NOTES: I posted this earlier but the tags were screwed up? Sorry if this is the second time you see this. More notes in the tags.

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“Okay, now add the eggs and vanilla,” Amy instructed. She was sitting at her kitchen counter watching her guests attempt to make chocolate chip cookies. Cream insisted that Amy just read out the ingredients and relax.

Cream reached for the amber bottle of vanilla extract. “How much is it again?”

“Two teaspoons.”

“Yes, captain!” Cream saluted Amy, cracking two eggs into the mixing bowl and splashing a little too much vanilla over them. “Oops…”

Amy chuckled, “It’s okay, just mix it.”

“You heard the lady. Let’s mix!” Cream pointed at Metal Sonic, who was reluctantly standing to the side gripping an electric hand mixer. He emitted a low chime and made a salute- this was also at the young girl’s behest.

Amy couldn’t keep herself from cackling at the sight of a sweet child ordering around a tall, formidable machine. It was the last sight she expected to see in her kitchen. Metal shot daggers at her as he mixed but it didn’t deter her laughter.

It was always easy for Amy to become comfortable with people, and having someone stay at her place for a week straight didn’t give her a choice anyway. She and Metal spent the last few days idling around, doing whatever Amy normally did on her time off- watching movies, sewing her spring garden, painting (or at least watching Metal attempt to delicately hold a brush). Not knowing how long her plan would take to pan out, Amy pushed the thought of explaining it to Sonic far back into her mind. He’d left town the day she and Metal visited Tails and was planning to be away for a couple more days, but Amy still hadn’t found the words to put together a convincing argument. They would have to cross that bridge when they got there.

Metal thought after his initial repairs that he should address his memory loss with Amy. He didn’t have any choice but to wait for the possibility that Tails could restore it, but he had known Amy in the past and wanted to understand how. Then he found himself enjoying his time with her. Another unfamiliar feeling. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to simply wait a while.

“Stop! It’s smooth,” Cream directed. The loud whizzing of the electric mixer died down and she turned back to Amy. “What’s next?”

Amy got out the last of her giggles and brought the recipe card to her eye level. “Sift in the dry ingredients.”

Cream dumped the pre-measured flour and baking powder into the sifter and carefully shook the airy powder into the rest of the mix. Amy was about to open her mouth to read the next step but was cut off by Cream shouting “Mix it!”

“No wait-” Amy pleaded too late.

Metal had turned the mixer up on high, sending most of the flour flying up out of the bowl. It caked all their faces and most of the counter before he realized his mistake and hastily pulled the mixer out. Then he frantically waved a hand in front of his face, blinded.

Amy rubbed the flour out of her eyes. “You’re supposed to go slowly,” she wheezed. The first thing she saw was Metal groping around the kitchen counter blindly. Cream burst into laughter a second later.  “I don’t know what you think is so funny- You’re the one who had to clean this mess!” Amy glowered.

“W-what?” Cream’s hooting was cut short. “But Metal’s the one who did it!”

“You’re the one forcing him! He can’t even eat cookies, why are you making him hold the hand mixer?”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t do it together,” Cream scoffed.

The aluminum measuring spoons clattered to the ground. Metal had continued fumbling around for something to clean his face off with, knocking them over by accident. Amy clicked her tongue and made her way around the counter, pulling a kitchen towel out of a drawer. “Hold still before you break something!” she clamored, reaching up to taking hold of Metal’s face in order to wipe the thick layer of flour off his eyes. “Don’t you remember where the towels are?”

He chimed indignantly in response. He was never in the kitchen, why would he bother learning where she kept the rags? When the layer of dust had been cleared out of his vision, he felt something akin to embarrassment at suddenly being face-to-face with Amy. She must have felt similarly because she turned away from him in a huff. There was color in her cheeks.

Amy’s communicator could be heard ringing from her bedroom. She turned to answer it. “We’ll clean it together, just get a head start while I answer this.” She could hear Cream sigh as she began wiping the counter.

Amy clicked the button on the large tablet-like device. Tails could be seen on the other side, waving. He looked nervous. “Hey, Tails. What’s up? Feeling okay?”

“I’m alright,” he shrugged. “Sonic wants to say hi…”

A knot suddenly tied in Amy’s gut. “Sonic? He’s back already?”

“Hey Ames!” the view suddenly shifted to the blue hedgehog. He was all smiles as he waved to her. “Sure am! How’s it goin’?”

Amy forced a smile. “Great! Just hanging out! Where were you?”

“Did a little scouting. I think Egghead is up to something as usual. We should all get together and see what we can do about it.”

“Oh, really? I’m a little busy-”

“And Tails said you wanted to talk to me about something! Just letting you know I’ll be right over. See ya!” he winked and the screen went blank.

Amy began to panic. For a moment, she was frozen. The tablet rang once more and Tails was on screen again. “Sorry! I was calling to warn you. He’s about to leave-”

“What did you tell him?” Amy interrupted.

“Nothing! Just that you wanted to talk to him.” Tails turned his head. “Uh, he just left-”

Amy hung up before Tails could finish. Sonic would be there in seconds. She ran back into the kitchen, startling her guests. “Cream, you have to go now. Metal, can you walk her out the back?”

Cream looked up from her cleaning. “Huh? But we’re not done baking these yet-”

“Go. Now!” Amy pointed to the back door. “I’ll explain later.”

The panic in her voice was obvious. Metal took Cream by the hand gently, nudging her out of the kitchen just as Amy whipped her head around. A loud knock came from the door. She wasn’t expecting to have this confrontation today.

Amy started toward the door. “I’ll call you later, Cream.”

“O-Okay…” the girl was led out through the back door by Metal. He was on high alert. Amy’s sudden change in demeanor was alarming, to say the least. He waved to Cream as she threw her jacket on and scuttled off the beach, shooting him back a worried look as she left. Amy wasn’t in the house when Metal re-entered.

She had stepped out the front door the moment she opened it, greeting Sonic outside. Neither of them was wearing jackets. Sonic rarely did, but Amy immediately felt the air nipping at her. “Hey! I wasn’t expecting company today…” Amy leaned back against the door, making sure it was shut behind her.

Sonic was usually greeted with a begrudging hug, but immediately noticed his friend’s anxiety instead. “Hey, Ames. Everything okay? What did you wanna talk about?”

“Um…” she avoided his gaze. “Never mind that, let’s talk about what you found while scouting.”

He stood with his fists against his hips impatiently. “We can talk about that with the team tomorrow. What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing,” she shrugged.

“Then how come we’re still standing out here?”

Amy was out of answers. She stalled by taking a deep breath, as if she was preparing to say something, but she didn’t know what that something would be.

Inside, Metal made his way across the house to listen at the front door. He heard a male voice that he instinctively recognized as threatening. He couldn’t explain why, but the voice outside sounded like his opponent. Was Amy in danger? The words weren’t menacing, but that voice…

Metal pulled the door open hastily. Amy struggled with the doorknob momentarily, but it was no use- the door opened inward and Metal was capable of pulling it with enough force to take it off its hinges. She stumbled backward, bumping into him from behind.

Metal’s eyes met Sonic’s. Enemy. Nothing about the blue hedgehog’s appearance immediately screamed “dangerous” or “threatening” but that was the only word that came to Metal’s mind. Enemy. He reflexively slipped an arm around Amy’s waist, pulling her back.

“Metal- wait!” she gasped. Sonic had seen him do this before. The context was different then, but neither of them knew that.

The shock that came across Sonic was enough to give him a rare, brief moment of pause. But the second Metal Sonic dragged Amy away, he knew he was in for a battle. “I don’t know how you got in here, but if you don’t let her go-”

“Sonic, stop!” Amy pleaded, still in the robot’s grasp.

Sonic. Metal heard her say his name when they’d met some days earlier. He recalled the search he’d made into his memory. The corrupt file. The one thing he could associate with Sonic was enemy. His only instincts now were to fight and protect.

Metal leaped backward toward the sliding door with Amy in his grasp. He slammed it open and pulled her out the back; it was a miracle the glass didn’t shatter. She was pleading with him to stop. “Please! Let me explain!” But he wanted to get her far away from the approaching battle. Amy knew that if she struggled and managed to escape, there would be nothing stopping Sonic from attacking. Metal took her in his arms and accelerated toward the sky.

Amy didn’t know what to do.  The cold wind stung her eyes and she held onto Metal tightly, dizzy from the sudden altitude. They flew up the hillside that formed a semi-circle behind the beach, landing on a grassy cliff that was wet from the melting frost. As Metal tried to put her down she folded her arms around him to prevent him from flying away. His engine whirred loudly and he reverberated a low note. He wasn’t going to let her prevent him from doing what he needed. He grabbed her arms and tried to force her off, sharp fingers digging into her delicate skin. Amy grimaced in pain but refused to let go. Realizing this, Metal softened his grip and tried his best to convey his confusion in his mechanical language. It stalled him long enough for Sonic to come running up the hillside and onto the same cliff.

“Get your hands off her!” Sonic looked for an opening to strike.

“Stop!” Amy held a hand out in front of her. “You need to listen to me, both of you-”

Metal slipped away from her, pushing her out of the way harshly. She lost her balance on the slippery grass and landed on her knees. He hadn’t meant to push her over, but Metal would have to find the time to apologize later. His long legs stepped around her coldly, approaching his opponent. They both stood offensively, each glaring at the other, unblinking. Metal was getting ready to take off into the air again to move the fight when they were interrupted.

Amy’s oversized mallet came down hard between them, ending their staring contest. The ground seemed to move beneath the three of them at the strike. Her scowl met Sonic first. “I said stop! Why don’t you ever listen?” she roared. Her eyes were twin volcanoes. “And you,” she whipped her head around to come face-to-face with Metal. “You idiot! You don’t even know why you’re fighting!” Amy’s shrieks echoed through the valley as she panted from the sudden exertion. Her throat felt as if she’d been breathing fire.

The other two seemed to realize at once that it was pointless to fight. Whatever instincts regularly guided them had failed in the wake of Amy’s intervention. Sonic knew better than to disregard Amy when she was fueled with this much rage. This wasn’t just her regular temper getting the better of her. The sudden charge frightened even Metal.

“Amy,” Sonic began.

“Shut up,” she shot back coldly. “You need to listen-”

“Amy, you’re bleeding.” he retorted, gesturing to her arm.

She looked at her right upper arm, where Metal had taken hold of her a few moments earlier. A small gash was beginning to send blood running down onto her forearm. She hurriedly covered it with her other hand and stood upright. “It’s just a scratch.” The chilly air, fierce anger, and shock of blood were enough to jerk Amy out of her adrenaline rush. She was shaking now.

Metal brought his rigid hands up to examine them. Blood capped the tips of the fingers on his left hand. Guilt came over him as he watched Amy’s white gloves turn pink.

Sonic took a step toward her. “Amy, just tell me what’s going on.”

“I will. Can we go home? I’m so cold.”

Sonic nodded, outstretching his arms to her. Metal put out his own hand but quickly stopped himself. He feared he would hurt her again. Amy turned back to him and nodded, as if to convince him that she was okay. Her pale face and shivering form were not so reassuring. “Meet us down there,” she told Metal as she took a seat in Sonic’s arms. Sonic knit his brow.

They sped down the cliffside and onto the beach. He slowed to a walk on the damp sand. “You can put me down,” Amy requested.

“Don’t be stubborn, we’re almost there. What’s gotten into you?”

Sonic carried her through the back door. Chilly air entered the house with them as it had been left open for the past several minutes. Amy was doing her best to ignore the mess in her kitchen and pulling a small first aid kit from her pantry when Metal lumbered in. He slid the door closed as slowly as he could control.

“Sit. Both of you.” It was like deja-vu. She wondered if this would end as well as it did with Cream.

The three sat at Amy’s dining table. Metal watched her silently clean the cut and running blood and stick a strip of bandage over top. It was more than a scratch but the wound wasn’t deep, Amy had stopped bleeding by the time she crumpled up the packaging from the bandage. Sonic didn’t take his eyes off the robot.

Amy held a hand out toward Metal. “Give me your hand,” she instructed plainly. He looked down toward his lap guiltily. “Hey, it’s okay.” She beckoned for his hand once again and he reluctantly lifted it over the table. Amy grabbed it and wiped the partially dried blood from his fingers with some cotton dipped in alcohol, all the while Sonic stared on tensely in confusion. “You’ll end up staining something if you don’t clean your hands…” she mumbled. Metal didn’t have a response but to watch. He wanted to be grateful that she wasn’t seriously hurt or angry, but the only thing he felt was remorse. There must have been a reason he was built this way, all sharp and armed. What was he still here for? He thought it was probably time he stopped loitering around her.

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Poison In My Mouth

Post-Kidnapping. A time where Bakugou starts cooking to ease up some past stress. Anxiety got the best of him, and his perceived notion of peace got even more shattered than before. 

It's my first time trying to write any fic for this fandom, but I guess I should give it a try anyway. Also, English is not my first language, so please mention if I made some mistakes down there.

Word count w/o intro or outro= 2048

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The pan starts sizzling. Oil hissing just loud enough to let Bakugou know it's ready. Dutch onions was the first to go in. Slightly cold cresents descend on hot metal, Bakugou watched closely as he tries to lose himself in the process. After all, as a perfectionist, Bakugou won't let anything stop him from giving his absolute best.

 Salt was thrown in just a bit late for the onion to preserve some of its natural sweetness. The batch that he got from the supermarket was pretty decent, and he would feel terrible if he failed to bring out the best of them. Salt draws out the moisture from the onions and makes their original taste a bit more concentrated in the center. A little bit goes a long way in this situation, as he needs to layer in some more seasoning later when other ingredients are piled up in the pan. He throws in a bit of chicken oil that he got from dry frying the skin earlier. Then comes the chopped chicken bits.

 Sauteeing just enough to have them on the verge of browning, he had them pushed aside for other ingredients to come in. Mushrooms are generally hard to go wrong with and long beans just for that speck of greens peeking through. The green beans are pre-cooked though, he made sure to drown them a little bit in hot water for a bit so that they are not too crunchy when he's biting through it. He's making fluffy omelet rice, nothing in a fluffy omelet is supposed to be too crunchy.

 The green suddenly reminded him of someone, for some reason, it took him back to that night where he sees Izuku rushing over to his side. Bloodied, hands purple and broken, so much that it pains him to just even recall the image. The sharp phantom pain that he felt running his left arm as if a jolt of electric briefly course through it. He instinctively curled in and grab onto his arm to massage it, although secretly knowing that it was just his mind playing tricks again. He shook his head as if it would also shake off his previous thought, and then he focuses on cooking. Remembering that night would bring him no good.

 After they are good enough for him, he continued with just a slice of butter. Forget dieting for a bit and let's not be pretentious here, who the hell would say no to butter? His quirk works in his favor to burn off fat anyway, so there's almost no harm to it. He took a bowl of cooked rice into his hands and crumble them into the pan. Making sure he spreads it out evenly so that its more natural for him to mix it. After giving it a quick mix, he poured in a ladle of sauce. Beef demi-glace, his favorite.

 Just earlier today, he contemplated using canned stuff but decided against it after reading the ingredients on the labels. He knows how to make his own sauce, albeit it was a tedious and lengthy process. He found that he couldn't really trust canned sauce since most of them are usually laced with food coloring and with too much sodium to boot. Besides, making his own sauce gives Katsuki a reason to stay in the kitchen just a little longer. So he did. Made his roux, add in some tomato paste, and only spent about an hour reducing the stock. In turns out well, and Katsuki was satisfied with its consistency.

 He mixed it well this time, making sure that no rice is left uncoated. He makes sure nothing is too dry. The hot and crisp summer weather would usually make cooking a little bit faster but also causes his ingredients to dry out a bit too rapidly. It also makes him just a little bit more sweaty, which makes cooking a little bit tricker. He might just accidentally let a few drops into the fire and boom! There goes all his effort! It's a good thing that the room has air conditioning and proper ventilation that he only had to remember to turn on before cooking. Katsuki generally avoids staying too close to the stove for a long extended period if these resources were not available. He placed the rice in the shaper and set it aside.

 Now, onto the main star of the dish. Katsuki oiled the pan just a little bit more to make sure it doesn't stick. Just enough for it line the pan for the size of the omelet. He poured in the egg and was quick to move after noticing it starts to solidify. He goes on shaping the omelet, flicking his wrist to keep it moving and rolling onto itself. This process had to happen quickly, or the egg will be cooked through, but getting it off just too quickly, and he'll end up with a raw middle. That's not something Katsuki wants to see tonight.

 He quickly went to lift the shaper with his left hand, revealing its perfect shape. He steadies the egg on top of the right with a pair of chopsticks. He took a knife to cut it open; as expectedly, it opens up to reveal a partially gooey inside. He smiles to himself, he still got it.

 He reaches out for the remaining sauce and scoops up just enough to let it run down the sides without drowning it. After garnishing it with some chopped spring onions, he felt quite proud of himself. Yeah, too bad he couldn't show off his skills entirely in front of his classmates. He bet they'll be begging him to cook for them, and Katsuki would definitely need to tell them to scram.

To think back, he didn't get to really taste the curry that he made during the camp. He didn't even get to check if they got the recipe right. All because of the.....

 The...

 ..........

 He felt a hand wrapping itself around his neck. Katsuki tried to pry it open, but when he reaches out, he made contact with his own skin. The fear never left him despite knowing nothing was there. It ran through his back as if an apparition slowly run their index finger, tracing his spine, while a malicious smile cracks their pale and ghastly faces.

 Katsuki notices he started to sweat. A familiar pop was heard from his closed fist. He didn't realize he was gripping the spoon he had in hand. A small ribbon of smoke emitting from his now open palm, barely visible in the dark-lit- room.

 Katsuki had no idea why he was so tense that night. His sleeplessness brought his feet to the kitchen, and he thought it would make him feel better. Tired and worn out, it might help him fall asleep.

 He shook his head again.

 Now's not the time to think about that. Besides, Katsuki shouldn't waste his perfectly-made food. His mom would've shouted his name loud enough to be heard by his whole neighborhood if he was ever late for dinner.

 And now here comes the first bite. Katsuki expected it to taste just as usual since this is a recipe that he made so often, he could do it blindfolded.

 He put the spoonful inside of his mouth and closed his eyes to savor it. The flavors swirled in his mouth.

 Bitter.

 Bitter.

 What is this metallic taste in his mouth?

 Was it blood?

 Was the chicken raw in the middle?

 He opened up his eyes to stab through one of the chicken pieces to check the doneness. It looks fine to him, so why does it taste so bad?

 He took another one.

 Bitter.

 Bitter.

 Raw.

 Raw.

 RAW.

 Then everything tasted bitter with a hint of metallic taste no matter how much he avoided the chicken pieces. He didn't understand, when did it go wrong? How could he mess things up after making it for so many times? Katsuki didn't think that he could let this haunt him the entire night. Refusing to give up, he lits the stove back up to give it another try.

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 Kirishima does not usually wander at night, especially on days when he'll be too tired to even do so after a tough gym workout. His muscles are hurting a bit too much for him to fall asleep. Was the soreness from a strain? It looks like he needs to pay a visit to Recovery Girl in the morning.

 Initially, he had only planned to grab some water from the fridge and then go back to his room. But after seeing plate after plate of omelet rice placed on top of the dining room table, he immediately forgot of his purpose for coming there. He recognizes Katsuki from behind, his face dimly illuminated by the stove fire.

 "Bakugou? Bro, what are you doing?"

 "Can't you see for yourself? I'm cooking! What else would I do in the kitchen?" his voice hiked a little bit. Not that he never screams, Kirishima just didn't expect it.

 "Well, you sure made a lot of these..."

 "Trying to get it right, Hair for Brains," He grumbled.

 Kirishima got curious and took a bite from the nearest plate. It was a little bit cold but otherwise its a perfectly fine plate of omelet rice.

 "Hey, what are you saying, man? These are great!"

 "Shut up, I'm trying to focus! Something's off."

 Kirishima took this liberty to taste every single one of them. Most of them taste the same, only differing slightly from one another. Kirishima settled for the most recently made one since it's still a bit warm. Seeing how Katsuki didn't stop him from eating, he thought that it's okay to eat them. Katsuki doesn't seem like he would eat all 5 plates anyway.

 Katsuki gave the sauce another taste. Bitter. Blood. "It's still off."

"I don't know what you were expecting, Bakugou..." he trailed off as he took another bite. "None of them tastes bad."

 Katsuki turned around to see Kirishima eating his latest one. "Who the hell said that you could eat those?"

 "Well, you certainly didn't say anything about it earlier."

 "I was going to compare them!"

 "Yeah, but it's sad to let this one get cold like the others. Sides you still have like another half a plate to compare with."

 Katsuki sighed, feeling defeated at the sight of the half-empty plate. "You know what? Fuck that plate! Just clean up after yourself, and don't get it my way!"

 "Oh, thank you!"

 Katsuki continued to re-evaluate what he did as the sauce continues to cook. Looking for weaknesses in his approach or his technique. He even brought down some notebooks to write down his steps. He just couldn't find anything wrong with what he was doing. Was there something else that he misses?

 Katsuki heard the tap being turned on and saw Kirishima standing at the sink next to him and was washing the plate from earlier. He then dried the plate off and put it aside.

 "Thanks for the meal, man. That sure hits the spot."

 "Yeah, whatever."

 "Would you invite me over to test some more if you're planning to cook again?"

 Katsuki was perplexed. "Hah? I'm not gonna cook for you, damn it!"

 "But doesn't food taste better when you are cooking it for someone else?"

 "Never heard anything like that before." Katsuki gave him a skeptical look.

 Kirishima grinned."I heard that from my mom! She said that food turns out better if you cook for someone else, especially if it was for my siblings and me!"

 "Yeah, sure, you're just trying to get me to cook for you."

"And what's wrong with that? Does your food always turn out bad?"

 Katsuki fumes."NO WAY ANYTHING I MADE EVER TASTE BAD! I'VE BEEN COOKING SINCE I'M OLD ENOUGH TO HOLD A KNIFE, HAIR FOR BRAINS!!!"

 Kirishima giggled. It's so easy to get Katsuki to see everything as a challenge. "I'll look forward to your delicious food then, see ya!"

Kirishima grabbed the bottled water from the fridge and went on his merry way. Katsuki felt a smile creeping up his face as he saw how giddy the redhead was after the meal. He turned back to his stove to taste the newly made sauce. His smile grew wider.

 Spicy.

 Savory.

 Sweet.

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Hey, its me again!

 This fic was based upon an experience I once had with food. I noticed that I have a lot of anxiety after entering college, and it basically made every food taste bad. Some of the food did taste like blood, but not as severe as what I described in this fic. I just imagine that it's more heightened since his situation ends up as much more traumatic.

 I noticed this after I ate something a few months ago, and the taste change midway after getting a trigger. At first, I thought the food was simply bad or poorly done. I started cooking sometime before at my rented apartment and found out that none of them taste as good as I remember that, and that deters me away from cooking.

At one point, everything tastes like a poison that I have to shove into my mouth to survive. This thing is not a singular incident too.

 There's an article that said that mood greatly affects our taste buds, and things get more delicious when we're happy. Stress and anxiety could cause some changes in your perception of your five senses. Make sure your mental health is always in check if you are noticing these changes.

 I started cooking again recently, and while some of them didn't turn as good as I thought, my tastebuds are functioning correctly once more.

 I had help from a friend that's a regular home cook, and she's very open to answering my kitchen curiosities. I start slowly building back the confidence I lost, and now I can say I am at least not the worst chef ever lived. And hey sometimes you need a second opinion from someone you trust, and that's why I choose Kirishima and Bakugou because both of them play off each other so well that their chemistry is just natural. I also relate a lot to Bakugou on a lot of different aspects, so seeing him recover is also giving me some hope that I'll improve too.

If you are suffering from this condition, I suggest checking it with a doctor. Sometimes it might be other things other than stress or anxiety. If, however, if it was anxiety-induced, you could come back to eating after you calm down. No use of eating if you hate it.

@recoveryzine 

[littlefallenseraph]

An Experiment

Prompt: How about ,,,,,,, smth like Julian had some kind of drink/food that had an aphrodisiac effect and what he would be like with his S/O

Thank you, @we-stan-julian-devorak for the great prompt! I hope you like this--it was super fun to write but it kinda had a mind of its own.

It had been the longest day; all you wanted to do was go home, snuggle up with Julian and a book, and go to sleep. The universe (and Julian) however, had different plans.

When you approached the door you knew something was off. Asra never left the door open but it was cracked and you could see candlelight flickering out of the entrance. Approaching carefully, you tapped your ear so you could hear what was going on inside. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard an exasperated voice.

“Ilya, I told you they’ll be home soon.” Asra. He sounded a little more annoyed with Julian than usual—which was no easy feat. There was no response, just the sound of someone dramatically slumping onto the chaise and clinking glass. “Gods, please let them get back soon,” you heard Asra mutter to himself, “I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.” Then a long sign punctuated by a chuckle. You were tempted to let it continue. You were beyond pleased that your two favorite people had made up (or at least were on their way there), and Asra couldn’t fool you into thinking that he didn’t enjoy Julian’s company at least a little bit on occasion. You also did love playing tricks, especially on the two of them. It wasn’t until you heard, “Ilya, please put your shirt back on,” that you decided it was the time to step in.

Lemons below the cut

You walked in through the door like you hadn’t heard any of their previous exchange, “Hello, I’m home!” Julian launched himself off the small sofa and did his best to cover up the fact that he was shirtless. You painted on your best surprised expression as you said, “What’s going on in here?”

Before Julian had a chance to speak Asra strode over to the door, scooping up his scarf and hat as he went. “Thank gods you’re back! He and his mess are your problems now.”

It was then that you saw the mess he was referring to, small glass bottles littered the counter. Some had powders, some liquid. Several of them were broken. “Really,” you said again, “what happened in here?”

Asra laughed and pulled on his scarf and hat, winking as he did. “I’ll let him explain it himself.” You watched incredulously as he brushed past you and walked out the door. “I won’t be home till morning,” he said, closing the door being him and disappearing.

As you stared after him, wondering if he was trying to pull some sort of prank on you, you heard a whine from behind you. You spun around to see Julian closing the distance between you in a couple of long steps. Immediately he took your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours fervently. He wasted no time winding his arms around your hips and pulling them into this, grinding against you. A soft moan escaped his lips whenever he broke from you for air. You had seen him at his hungriest (hell, you had made him his hungriest) but usually, it took a little working up and this…this was ravenous. The next time he took a breath, you managed to slide a hand in between you and push him just far enough away that you could escape his grasp. “Ilya,” you said, stopping him dead in his tracks with the name you only called him when he was being bad, or very good. Glancing pointedly across the room to the mess behind him you asked, “what did you do?”

Deflating, he dropped his arms and grinned sheepishly at you. “I, uh…I did an experiment?” You stared him down, expecting more answers until you realized this was all you were going to get from him. Instead, you pushed past him and made your way over to survey the damage. He followed you as if you were carrying a short leash and ended up standing directly behind you, arousal pressed into your lower back as you tried to make sense of the tinctures and herbs scattered about.

Picking up a leaf, you rolled it between your fingers and released…what was that? Saffron? You didn’t use it for much as far as potions but Asra did like to cook with it on occasion. You smiled, was Julian trying to cook for you? The next was a powder. Nutmeg? It was then that one of Julian’s hands found its way around your waist and the other to the back of your neck. You sampled the rest of the ingredients as he trailed kisses up your neck and his hand caressed your stomach.

Saffron. Nutmeg. White Ginger. Ginseng. Cardamom. They didn’t make up any recipe you’d ever heard of. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed one last bottle and picked it up. You recognized the logo as coming from your favorite shop in town: one that specialized in the sorts of ingredients used for potion-making, not cooking. Reading the label, you nearly threw the bottle. It read Spanish Fly. There was a very specific use for that, though you’d never done it yourself.

Julian was keeping himself busy behind you, pulling your shirt away from your body and sliding his cold hands across the skin of your back, making you shiver. His kisses had graduated to gentle nibbles on your shoulders, neck, back, whatever he could reach. It was hard to deny that you were enjoying his pampering.

“Ilya did you—” you began but were interrupted by his hand tracing up your neck and pulling you back so he could graze your earlobe with his teeth.

“I went down to that vendor you like,” he whispered, allowing this breath to tickle your ear. “Rowen?” Another shiver ran down your spine. “Mmmmm,” he answered by biting your shoulder. “I asked him what I could use to make a—”

“A love potion?” You knew he couldn’t see you raising your eyebrow, but that didn’t stop you from doing it anyway.

You could feel the mischievous smile on your skin. “Maybe.”

Realizing the opportunity you suddenly had, your hand snaked behind you and unclasped his trousers. You spun, facing him with a challenge in your eyes. “So you thought you would just jump me as soon as I got home?”

He swallowed hard as your palm connected with his cool chest and you steered him toward the chaise. He didn’t try to fight you, though; he sat obediently, eyes alight with the promise of what the night had in store for him. “I figured we could—” he began but your hand down his pants and around his shaft stopped him. “We could—” he tried again but a light stroke forced him to bite his lip to keep the sound that threatened to escape at bay.

“Now Ilya,” you said, pumping your hand at an agonizingly slow pace, playing with his tip a little as his eyes fell closed, “how long have you been like this?”

“O-off and on s-since this af—” this time he let the sound escape, groaning and falling onto his back on the sofa.

“That’s much too long, my love,” you teased and moved to straddle the indecent puddle of a man in front of you. He responded by grinding his hips into you, his breath catching again. “Do you—” you said as you teased his head a little more with your thumb, “want me to help you with that?”

You glided down his lap onto your knees, finally freeing his manhood from its confines and licking its length, which was just enough to make him let out the breath he was holding and beg. “Please.” The one word was enough for you. As you took him in your mouth, his head dropped to the cushion and his hips thrust into you, “fuck!” It didn’t take much work for you to get him close—squirming under your every movement, gripping the pillows and fucking himself into your mouth. He had been so pent up that you probably could have blown him over with a light breeze. Not only that but seeing your lover like this had made you just as indecent. To your surprise, he pushed you away and launched towards you, knocking you over. “W-wait,” he said breathlessly and you could feel him still painfully hard against your stomach. “Not yet.”

“What are you doing?” you laughed as he attempted to gather his strength to move.

“Well, darling,” he said, flashing you his famous grin and adjusting his hair out of his eyes, “this was supposed to be about you.”

Abruptly, he pushed you back onto the floor and brought your legs up so he could remove your pants, kissing the insides of your thighs as he went. His breath tickled your loins as his expert tongue flicked out, giving you the attention he knew you wanted. You smiled as he did, selfless boy he was, he would abstain eternally if he knew it would give you eternal pleasure. His fingers found themselves there as well as he slowly pushed them into you, doubling the pleasure—as well as the noise you were letting out. “Oh, Ilya—” whatever coherent thought you were about to form was destroyed as his tongue ravished you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging ruts into them. You almost apologized until you heard the feral moan that escaped his throat.

He made quick work of you; he always knew exactly what to do to make you see stars. Before you knew it your breath was ragged and your hands were in his hair, pleading, “Don’t stop—please—don’t I’m—” you huffed in between gasps. “Ilya—I—I’m—” and then white exploded behind your eyes, your back arching as your climax washed over you. You were a heap of gasps and moans as you bathed in pleasure.

Chuckling, he released you, allowing you a brief respite as he licked his lips clean. Gods, how you loved when he was like this. You didn’t want to waste too much time though. You managed to sit up, head still spinning and climbed into his lap again. Your hands wound into his already-mussed locks, “You didn’t let me finish,” you whined, still a little out of breath.

“My dear, I think we both agree that’s not—” he was interrupted by your sharp tug that forced him to expose the pale skin of his neck to your lips, “true—mmmmn.” Your teeth grazed his throat, leaving small marks as they went. You moved your hands from his head, though it didn’t move as you continued, gliding down his shoulders and arms until you arrived at his hands. Slowly, you pushed them behind his back and cast a quick binding spell on his wrists and the leg of the chaise. Then your hands wandered to his front.

He twitched as your gentle hands caressed his still-aching cock, “no, you didn’t let me finish this” you whispered into his shoulder. You could feel his legs’ subtle movements, dying to shift, as if he couldn’t get close enough but still wanting to obey your unspoken commands. Without much effort, you raised onto your knees and positioned yourself to slide him into you.

You sat fixed above him, letting anticipation consume him. Bringing his head up to look at you, he buried his face in your chest. “Please,” he whined and his eyes searched your face for a sign that it was enough. When you didn’t budge he raised his lidded eyes to meet yours, “Please fuck me.”

Pleased with his desperation, you lowered yourself slowly onto him, relishing every whimper that escaped his lips. In this position it was difficult for him to move so he was forced to sit in ecstasy, moaning helplessly underneath you as you rode him.

You could tell he was close, he was breathless, gasping for air as each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure. You released his hands, allowing them to circle your waist, pulling you as close as you could be. He managed to adjust, allowing him more leverage to move with you. As he inched nearer and nearer to his climax, his hands grasped at anything they could, hair, skin, anything. With one final twitch, he came undone inside you, his head flying back onto the sofa behind him.

After what felt like ages of holding each other in ecstasy and exhaustion, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him. He invited you closer to his chest, tucking your head under his chin and placing gentle kisses into your hair. “Mmmmm,” he hummed, content to lay there with you forever. It wasn’t long before his deep, slow breathing betrayed that he was asleep.

Well, you thought, no moving him now.

[itshaejinju]

Hallo, if your still taking requests could you do Nyx getting home from work and picking up S/o because hero had a rough day at work. Thankmeow °(´w`)°

Sometimes Hero’s Have Bad Days | SFW & Fluff | FF15

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Nyx was expected to always be in the best of moods to always be strong. But there are days when his strength comes crumbling down like a cheap wallet. He was known all through the Glaive as a “Hero” the one to come to when things are looking down and scary.

Big and bad monster?

Nyx.

Over a hundred Nifs to take down?

Nyx.

Rough end of town and the thugs are harming innocents?

Nyx.

Can’t pay the bar tab?

Nyx.

Who did Nyx go to when he has things he couldn’t take on?

When the monsters were ones in his own head. When haunted him at every turn, flashes of memories that he thought were buried deep into the back lots of his mind? Those thoughts about his home and family those he held dear that died. The memories that plagued him not only at night but during the day, flits of day dreams becoming waking nightmares as he lets his mind wander.

A woman walking in the street with hair just like his sister’s making him think of what she would look like now, a painful sting to his heart. A pain that sits deep into his chest sinking down to his stomach making him want to vomit on spot. A laugh of a woman making him think of his mother, the sound like a drug to him as he wanted to hear it again, just to hear his mother’s laughter again. The sweet pain making friends who understand his pain call him a masochist.

Nyx Ulric has one person he can go to in all of EOS that can calm his heart. One person that can make him feel sane again. Bring all the turmoil that boils to the surface even and serene as the morning seas. He turns to the one that captured his heart and held it in their small hands, holding it close to their own heart.

Y/N, one that could make him feel peaceful and loved. A person he could not live without now.

Today had been rough on Nyx. Guarding the gate was so boring for him, standing there stock still with nothing better to do but let his mind wander. He was doing well at first thinking about the dinner you were making for him. You had texted him on his first break talking about this recipe you had found online that was like the one your mother use to make and that you had rushed to the market to buy the supplies for it. It had made Nyx smile to see how excited you were about it, it didn’t really matter what it was he knew he would appreciate it because you had taken the time to make enough for the both of you to enjoy.

It’s when thinking about food made him hungry that he stopped thinking about that knowing that it would make his day harder did his mind start to wander. Nyx thought about Crowe and how she was doing then to Libertus and how he was doing. Luche, Tredd, Pelna - the whole gang but soon those thoughts ran to how bored he was.

A few street urchins were playing in the streets, normally Nyx would spare change to them if he had any understanding their struggle. The guards sneered at him when he handed over a few coins, he shrugged it off as they commented about “feeding strays”. They didn’t understand and they didn’t care. There was a older girl, she could have been the same age as his sister had she survived…she had a similar look to her as well. This girl seemed to be watching over the others younger ones, she appeared out of the darkness of the alley way, she looked over them protectively use to the mistreatment of the guards to see someone as kind as Nyx made her wary.

“I’m not going to hurt them.” Nyx said calmly hands far from his blades as he held them up, she had no weapon herself and posed no threat to him but he understood that just his appearance was threatening to her.

“That street rat armed?” A guard asked, glaring reaching a hand to a side-arm.

“Back off nothing is wrong.” Nyx warned, trigger happy idiots. “Probably should play elsewhere kids, I think a few streets down there is a broken fire hydrant that is low pressured playing in the water on a hot day like this would be nice.”

The way the older girl smiled, the way she thanked him struck a nerve in Nyx. It made him doubt his sister’s death, he almost called out her name but the name caught in this throat dry.

That little seed made him question it all day. If she was alive she would be that age…if she made it was his mother a elder lady in pain from old age and survival of such hardships? It burned in his mind and chest making it hard for him to focus for him to even think about work. It festered into his soul raising a panic into him. Nyx was feeling uncomfortable, ill-at-ease and in need of reassurance.

Nyx couldn’t bear with the thought of his sister and mother alive and he had just said they were dead and never looked for them in this vast city. Living in squalor as he lived in a albeit small home, with food and a stable (yet dangerous) job. The guilt was eating him up by the time his shift was over.

He didn’t hear Crowe ask him if he wanted to go out for drinks to celebrate that it was Friday. Or the grumbles of Libertus. His mind was focusing on one thing, you.

Nyx needed to talk, he needed to ease his guilt he needed to know he was okay.

Normally Nyx would stroll home, taking his time talking to people as he went enjoying relaxing as he made it back to his apartment. You two didn’t live together, yet, as you often came to visit but he hadn’t gotten the gall to ask you to move in yet. But your text said you were making the food at his place made him B line it to his house, had he been focusing more he would have Warpstrike all the way home. Instead heavy booted feet pounding on the pavement as he trudged his way to the small flat.

By the time Nyx had made it home his heart was pounding in his chest, not in the thrilling life defying way either. In the I dread every second of my life way. Panic bubbling to a surface, he had abandoned his mother and sister leaving them to survive alone in this giant city while he gallivanted around as a hero! While he enjoyed creature comforts they went hungry and cold. He knew this wasn’t true but the trauma of his past was making good work of him to believe this tiny notion that popped up. Pelna would advise him to speak to a therapist surely if he knew about how frequently this type of thing plagued his mind.

The Hero is suppose to be always strong, to never falter, to never break down and cry.

As he reached the small path to the front door Nyx, was feeling the tears reaching the surface. Thinking to himself, ‘ten more steps to the door, to her arms and I’m safe.’

You were in his kitchen, stirring the pot of the stew you had been making it was perhaps too warm to have this type of meal but you were excited to make it. This was a family comfort food to have and you had to make it for Nyx to try. Even though you didn’t have that much money you splurged and got all the ingredients fresh prepped them for the meal. Making some bread to go with it pulling the rolls out of the oven as the pot bubbled happily. Softly singing under your breath awaiting Nyx’s return, knowing that he would be home shortly.

You loved him very much and was so glad you had met him. Nyx Ulric was so much more than what a lot of people saw him as, to you he wasn’t just the hero he was your gentle lover. Sure he had a smart mouth but he was caring, considerate, loving, talented and devoted to you as you were to him. You wanted nothing more than what Nyx Ulric had to offer.

Hearing the door open loudly, you thought was a bit strange as he normally strolled home, he must have really wanted to try this stew! You were excited turning to face the entryway of the kitchen you saw Nyx rushing in. The look on his face he looked like he was in pain, there was no wounds on his body…

“Nyx, babe you okay?” You called out as you turned down the temperature on the burners.

“My love…” Nyx cried out, his voice broken and cracking as he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He scooped you up in a hug, pulling you close to his body burying his face into crook of your neck. Tears drenched your skin, as Nyx hugged you tightly a sob filling your ears as his body shook. Wrapping your arms around Nyx you held him tightly, rubbing soft patterns against his back humming softly to him. You didn’t pester him to know what was bothering him so much that he would talk in time that he needed to calm down first. Soon, his sobbing stopped and his shaking steadied, he didn’t let you go though, holding you tighter pressing some kisses to the side of your neck and face.

“Babe, today was just so bad…”

“What happened?”

“I know they are dead but I saw a child that looked like my sister grown up, I just kept thinking over and over what if she was alive and that she made it out. And it was driving me crazy. I know they are dead but all these guilt tripping thoughts came to mind and it was making me so upset. I just need to hug you okay?”

“I understand Nyx, you can hug me all you want. The trauma of your past is terrible and it will be hard to get over my love, I will always be here to help you though. In any time of sorrow I’ll be there to pick you up Nyx. I love you.”

“I love you so much…thank you so much.”

After a while Nyx pulled away, kissing you softly thanking you for calming his troubled mind. Blushing commenting that you hadn’t done a thing at all, you turned to the stew that thankfully was okay still. Telling Nyx to wash up and get comfortable you told him you were going to get his dinner for him. A small, pleased smile rose to his face as he went to the bathroom.

The two of you decided that tonight was a night to chill in front of the television and eat dinner that way. Curling up on the couch with bread and stew the both of you watched some comedies to liven up the mood.

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

How bad would an evening go if an “i somehow burned water once” s/o tried to cook something alongside the boys?

 Nyahaha~! This was fun to write! i can relate tho, anon

- Mod Angie

Shuichi Saihara

You’ve been noticing bags under Shuichi’s eyes lately, and that he hasn’t been sleeping.

Last night, you peeked in his room and saw him at his desk, pen in hand, mumbling to himself and writing notes in his notebook. It must be a hard case for him to crack, if he doesn’t eat or get any sleep. You don’t bother the detective at all when he’s focusing like this.

But! You wanna make sure that he’s eating right, at least. Even if you got an F in cooking class for accidentally giving everyone food poisoning, if it’s for Shuichi, you’re gonna try your best!

After rummaging through cabinets looking for something with directions on it, you find a curry packet and decide to work with that! You two usually go out and eat or get fast food for dinner, but sometimes Shuichi cooks! You get out potatoes, carrots, and… is that all..?

The easiest thing is the rice! You put it in the pan with water and pop that baby in the rice cooker! It’s all good, and you got instructions for this curry right here!

Okay! So, you need 2 ½ cups of water, but you thought that was too much so you only put in 1 cup, and you’re cooking that water- wait, it’s boiling i think- that right now...oh fuck i forgot the veggies

You start chopping the vegetables vigorously while the water goes to a boil and Shuichi enters the kitchen, looking a little shook. He asks what you’re doing, and you tell him that you’re cooking dinner! It’s important that he eats too uwu

His face goes kinda pale, and he awkwardly laughs. “Hopefully this won’t end like last time…” He looked worried. You reassure him that you kinda know what you’re doing! He stays in the kitchen and helps cut and put the vegetables in the pan.

Okay, it’s time to… i think the packet is supposed to go in now? wait a minute… wasn’t the meat supposed to go in earlier>>????? Okay,, you just plop in both at once and bOOm!! Wait for that shit to cook and you got yourself a good curry dish!

You take this time to ask Shuichi what he was working on, and he goes in really deep and goes to show you who he thinks the suspect is! You both go to his room and he shows you his notes and-- OH FUCK IS THAT THE FIRE ALARM

he is screaming. you are screaming

the fucking meat is roasted and the whole pan is smoking

You take that shit and throw it in the sink and you’re both still screaming but things turn out ok in the end. even though you only have rice for dinner...

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro texted you this morning, and after some talking, he asked if you wanted to hang out and go on a date today (which usually means watching movies and cuddling on the couch). You said yeah, he can come over!

It's about an hour later, and he's sitting on the couch looking through movies, and you're looking for more movies on the shelves. "We really have watched every movie, hah..." He chuckles from the couch. You turn to him and ask if he wants to do something else?

He thinks for a minute and looks at you with a smirk on his face... "Do you wanna try cooking together?" You can feel the sweat on your cheek, and you chuckle. "Aha, that's funny... I don't really know how to cook, but sure, okay...!" You get up and grab your phone to search for a recipe.

You two go into the kitchen, and he jokes about making an avocado cake, since he himself gets called "avocado" a lot. It turns out that it's an actual recipe, and you refuse to cook anything else. There's a fuck ton of ingredients, but luckily, you have... 4 of the ingredients, out of 11.

You write down the ingredients you need on a sticky note and get in the car with him. It was raining really hard outside, so you had to rush so you wouldn't get soaked...

Going to the grocery store wasn't too interesting, but you two were completely soaked when you got home... You laughed for about 5 minutes straight when he placed a bag on the counter and said "At least the avocados aren't harmed... They got a bath!"

After getting towels and drying up, and """accidentally""" seeing Rantaro's abs when he was drying his hair, you set up the ingredients and start cooking!

Everything was better than you thought, with Rantaro helping. Both of you successfully made the batter and it looked good! Since he did most of the mixing, you decided to put the batter in the pan and plop it in the oven!

You've never worked a timer before, though... You set it for 30 minutes, and you think that it's working?? You high-five Rantaro and chill on the couch together for the next half-hour. The alarm you heard when you thought 30 minutes passed, was not the timer, though...

You both jolted up in a panic, and you could see that the oven was smoking. You quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher as Rantaro opened the windows, and when everything was solved... the charred brick in the oven probably wasn't edible anymore, and you found out that the timer was broken.

Rantaro chuckled a little and pulled out 2 pre-baked, packaged cupcakes from a grocery bag. He gave one to you and said that he had fun, even if the avocado cake got burnt. He got to spend time with you, and that's all that matters ♡

Korekiyo Shinguji

You woke up at 6 am this morning beside Korekiyo, and you immediately get up to get ready. It's his birthday, and you're really excited for what you have planned for this special day!

You had plans for today that involve cooking, and since you can't bake a cake, you decided that it was a better idea to cook long life noodles!!

You refuse to just buy a cake from the store, and you wanted his birthday to be interesting, so you decided to make something tastier than cake! You rush to the store and buy your ingredients, after finding a recipe for it online.

It was kind of difficult to find Asian-style wheat noodles, but the store did have them! They ended up having all of your ingredients, so you were really happy about that!

Korekiyo was awake by the time you got home, and you started cooking immediately !! You put on his cooking apron and he asks what you're doing...

"Well, since it is your birthday, I thought I could make it something you wouldn't forget!" You chuckled.

"Please, do try to not burn down the house..." He sighs and stays in the room while you try your best. You assure him that it'll be okay! Even if you don't really know how to cook!

After reading the recipe instructions on your phone, you read the instructions on your noodle package, and you were successful in cooking them after you had to ask Korekiyo for help lmao !!

You mix other ingredients together in a bowl, like the instructions told you, and then it says to let it sit for 10 minutes cooking in the pan. You kept an eye on the time, and showed Korekiyo a bunch of Youtube videos you thought were cool, while you wait !!

You realize you were a few minutes over 10 minutes, and you screamed when you entered the kitchen, and fell on your bum.

Korekiyo quickly went in, grabbed the non-water fire extinguisher, and the fire on the stove went out in a couple of seconds... holy shit what just ?? happened ??

You were sad that his birthday turned to a disaster, and his "cake" was completely destroyed, but he knelt down and stared at you...

"That definitely was something I shall not forget, but... Saving you is the best present I could ever ask for."

You could see the edges of his face mask turn up, and you smile as well. Today wasn't as tragic as you thought!

Kaito Momota

You were on your phone, chilling on the couch when you hear Kaito gasp really loudly from the other room.

He yells from the kitchen, “S/O WE GOTTA MAKE A DIY GALAXY PIZZA” and you’ve never been more disappointed in your life

You walk in the kitchen and he’s already ready to go, with an apron on and everything. You don’t remember why you got an apron, because neither of you can actually cook.

Last time he tried to cook actual food, the fire alarm went off, and the pan was smoking like crazy. And after that one incident where you tried cooking and the food lit on fire in the sink, you both decided that fast food was the better option for dinner.

and here we are

You both decided that you should try do most of the work, while Kaito gets the ingredients off of a youtube video he was watching.

Tomato sauce, cheese, and… uhm, we need dough. He mumbles a little and then tells you that he’s gonna go get the stuff at the store! He rushes out of the house and the kitchen goes quiet...

While he’s gone, you look at the ingredients he chose. You’re pretty sure this tomato sauce is expired by like, 2 years, but you know that if you tell him that, he’ll say “It still looks like tomato sauce, it’s fine!”

You know that the cheese isn’t expired yet because the only thing you two can cook without it being a fire hazard is nachos. Next to the cheese is food coloring, probably gonna be used for the galaxy color.

He comes home with that dough (and some glitter- for stars he says. you know it’s not edible) and you get started on the pizza! You prepare galaxy-ify the ingredients and he decorates! You pop it in the oven and he’s so excited !

After like, 10 minutes you take it out because it smelled so bad. You had to open all the windows of the house and take the corpse out of the oven.

the fucking food dye was smoking and it was bubbling black like something poisonous

Well, there goes the galaxy pizza, here’s a…. bubbling, probably poisonous burnt disc…

yeah, fast food seems like the better option...

Kokichi Ouma

It was just a calm evening when you suddenly screamed and started panicking.

You forgot that you had to go to a party tomorrow, and were asked to bring food. It’s 8 pm and you still have no clue on what thing you can cook that will turn out decent.

You wanted to convince the people there that you can cook, since they told you that you can’t… yeah, you’re screwed qwq

Ouma finds out about your predicament and helps you out! He finds a can of green beans you decide to work with that.

You googled a recipe to make them taste good and you’re going off of that. It just says to heat the beans and drain them, so I guess that means just plop them in a pan?? Uhm.. Okay, we got this.

It took you a couple of minutes, but you find a pan that you can cook in. Just a little dusting off, and you’re good!

You set up a pan and pour the whole can in, turning the heat on. You’re guessing that it’s supposed to cook for like, 10 minutes or so? You’re not sure??

You hear footsteps coming down the stairs while you set the timer for 10 minutes

Suddenly, Ouma runs in the kitchen, screaming??? You jump and the pan falls from the stove, and it falls on Ouma’s foot. He drops his phone and screams louder. poor bby qwq

You find out that he got a really rare item in the game he was playing, but now his foot is red from getting burned.

When he opens his eyes, they widen and he shouts “Fire!!”

?????? you look to see the carpet behind you, on fire.

You panic and quickly fill a bowl with water, and pour that shit on the burning carpet. It goes out, leaving behind a burnt oven mitt. Oven mitts can burn??

You realize soon after that you could’ve used the fire extinguisher instead of making the floor slippy, but you realize too late when you run to help Ouma. You slip and fall, bruising your arm pretty badly.

In the end, you both got your injuries treated and just decided to buy something already cooked at the store to bring. Not only do you have to explain why you brought a store-bought cake, you have to explain the bruise on your arm too, and why Ouma is limping. yeah, you’re screwed qwq

Kiibo

It was a lazy, rainy day and you two were cuddling on the couch, with nothing to do. You both were coming up with ideas other than just cuddling, rejecting them all. Everything was silent, other than the sound of rain hitting the windows, until Kiibo gasped a little and smiled wide.

“S/O, I want you to teach me how to cook!” sweet robot doesn’t know what’s coming,,

His eyes were sparkling like a kid in a candy store and you couldn’t say no..

You both go into the kitchen and you awkwardly look for something that you can cook. You offer teaching him how to cook a microwave meal and he insists on cooking something from scratch… oh god,,

After searching in the cabinets for a couple of minutes, you find a little box of macaroni. You have no idea how to cook this, but it’s better than trying to cook stir fry, or something.

You search up a recipe, and yikes… You might not have all the different types of cheeses in the recipe, but you have slices of cheese for making sandwiches and such, so that’ll do.

You two had to stop by the store to get more butter and… paprika ? That’s what it says in the recipe, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When you get home, you try your best to cook while Kiibo measures the ingredients! You had no idea how he was able to measure ¼ cups of butter, but you just went with it.

You were able to cook the macaroni, but making the rest was a trainwreck. Milk got all over the counter when you accidentally stirred too fast, and you improvised and used a glass bowl instead of a “casserole dish”. You still kept a smile! For Kiibo! He looked a little worried but that’s ok.

You made the mistake of thinking that it wasn’t cooked enough and you burnt it to a crisp… You were also cooking something else (melting butter, I think?) in the frying pan on top of the stove, and Kiibo was looking after it. You picked up the burnt mac and cheese from the oven and-OW!

You burned your hand and knocked the pan on the stove over, melted butter all over the floor along with burnt mac and cheese... Kiibo was screaming the whole time, mostly because you screamed when you burned your hand.

He was more worried about your health than the mess on the floor, and you luckily got the burn properly treated. You two clean up the kitchen and end up cuddling on the couch again.

If you two ever do that again, make sure to put on oven mitts before touching anything burnt...

Ryoma Hoshi (shoutout to levia from the discord server for helping me with this!! qwq)

It’s the day before a really important tennis match! It's probably the most important one of the season. Ryoma isn't too worried about most matches, but for this one, you can hear him saying that he's not as good as he used to be, and that he'll lose this one. You're kind of worried for him, so you try to find a way to bring up his confidence...

You wanna make sure that he has enough energy for tomorrow, so you decide to make dinner for him instead of just getting Mcdonalds or something.

Your eyes travel to the abandoned spaghetti package on the counter, one that you decided to cook one day, but gave up when you picked up the package...

Spaghetti is a good source of energy....right? Well, let's do it!

You pick up the package with determination, and you're ready to cook for Ryoma!

He notices your determined smile and your frilly apron, and walks over to observe... he says that he hasn't watched you cook before, and that he's just curious. You start cooking with him beside you!

Okay, so... you grab a big pot and put it on the stove and fill it with water, just like the directions said... you opened the spaghetti package and some of it fell onto the floor and snapped, but you got most of the noodles into the water. The noodles didn't really fit in the pot, but you think it's okay??

aaa just to be sure, you break up the noodles so that they'd fit in the pot... You turn up the heat and wait for the water to boil.

In the meantime, you decide to doodle and talk to Ryoma until you see the water bubbling... wait! The directions tell you to salt the water, and the salt is on the counter above the stove. Just reeaaach,,,, wait. "S/O--" Ryoma tries to warn you until you look down...

The frills on your apron went a little too close to the fire. You scream and there it goes off of your body, and into the sink. Not only that, the water somehow went over the edge of the pot and went all over the stove, and steam was everywhere around it...

After cleaning up and throwing away your apron, you sigh and make a sandwich in the morning, for him...

You tell him that you're sorry about last night, and that you just wanted to bring up his energy and maybe, his confidence, for this game. You wish him luck and hand him the sandwich.

He looks down at the sandwich and smiles. He gives a quick "Thank you.", puts the sandwich down for later, grabs his tennis racket, and walks onto the court with slight confidence...!

Gonta Gokuhara (i'm sorry in advance qwq)

"S/o, can Gonta learn how to cook for you??" Gonta said with sparkles in his eyes, holding a recipe that Kirumi let him borrow. You were flattered that he wanted to learn from you, and said that you're not good at cooking, but he insisted, saying that a gentleman should cook for his s/o... and you couldn't say no to that pure, determined face...

You took a closer look at the recipe. Waffles... you thought it was rather simple to make, and the kitchen already had the ingredients for it! You told Gonta that you can try teaching him, and he was excited! You got the right ingredients and measuring tools (you think,,>??) and started teaching him how to measure the ingredients, and how to mix them all together. It was all good so far, actually, and you were determined that things will turn out okay in the end! Just for shits and giggles, you put a few drops of blue food dye in the batter, and he said that it looked pretty :>

You grabbed the waffle iron after searching for it in the cupboards, dusted it off...and plugged it in! You told Gonta that it needs time to heat up, and then the batter can go in ! Also, that if it smokes, that means it's bad :v

He watched intently as you opened the waffle iron with an oven mitt and poured the batter in. You thought the expression he was making was really cute, and you couldn't help but giggle a little. The batter overflowed over the iron, but that would just make it fluffier, right? Right... owo"

You pressed the hot waffle iron down, and more batter flowed out of it, and all over the counter... You laughed awkwardly, and said that that's not supposed to happen,,,

You didn't know when to lift the iron back up, but it started smoking after a couple of minutes and you opened it in a panic, hoping that it didn't burn too much!! Gonta gasped and picked you up, saying that he'll protect you from the bad !! Pure boi...

He lets you down after you tell him that it's okay, and yeah, your blue waffles weren't really blue, but completely charred... they were still in the shape of waffles, tho! Aha... You told him that you're really sorry you couldn't really teach him, and that you're not good at cooking.

"It's okay, s/o! Gonta will ask Kirumi-san to teach Gonta and s/o to cook!!" He smiled wide and you gave him a hug. His hugs are always the best, aha... and now, you'll learn how to cook, together! You're excited for it!

[joo-heo-n]

Flour Boy

Genre: Fluff

Member: Minhyuk

Word Count: 2,276

a/n: The long awaited part 3!! I won’t upload anything for Crime Breeds the Creative Artist because it is a work in progress and would also like to get these older requests out of the way :) @winner-tomyheart

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 

You hung around the counter more often than not, in your opinion you were distracting, but in Minhyuk’s word of mouth, you were helping him. He never quite explained how though.

“I had no idea we went to the same school” you said in utter surprise as Minhyuk came back to you from calling out an order. He nodded and smiled, “Yeah neither did I” he replied, leaning against the counter to talk to you. “No wonder your schedule is a wreck” you added, making him scoff and nod, his eyebrows raising as he looked away, “Yea so I drop by almost as I please” he said with a sigh, standing up straight to attend the entering customers at the register by his side. You watched him greet everyone and take orders, giving them to his coworker for him to make so he’d be able to continue talking with you.

You sat up and sighed, “I think you might be very busy today, I should probably go” you said already stepping off the tall chair, “No wait, it’s getting late anyway, we’ll close soon so stay till we close” he suggested quickly. You chuckled at his rushing and sat back down, “Fine, you don’t have to talk to me till then, so go work” you replied, waving him away, making him grin at you before turning to his coworker to help.

After nearly two hours of doing your homework, listening to Minhyuk and replying back, and two cups of coffee with nearly a dozen marble bites, the bakery finally closed. You waved goodbye to Minhyuk’s coworker as Minhyuk and you hung around behind the counter, counting money and checking to make sure everything was put back where it was supposed to. “Have you tried these?” Minhyuk suddenly asked as you turned to him with surprise, eyebrows raised at the baked good he pointed at. You squinted to and caught a glimpse of what seemed like a strawberry cupcake.

You shook your head and shrugged, “Nope, I’ve just eaten around five pounds of marble bites from this place” you joked and Minhyuk cackled, “Try something new, look” he said, taking the cupcake and handing it to you. “Are you sure? I mean this is from like the store and I can’t… really pay for it right now” you stated, timidly confessing your financial state at the moment. “I mean I sound greedy because I just drank a ton of coffee and ate here but like, that was all I had left” you then explained, earning a loud chuckle from Minhyuk, “Just eat it! I’m giving it to you” he said and you giggled, taking it and giving it a small bite at its frosting.

Your eyes widened at the flavour, “Holy crap! What is this?” you said, taking more of it on your finger and bringing it to your mouth. “It’s good right? It’s a family recipe” he stated, taking his jacket and guiding you towards the exit as you walked in front of him, still savouring the cupcake. He locked the shop door as you waited for him.

He turned to you with a small smile and you decided to offer him a bite off of his own cupcake, “Have some” you said, licking the residue of the frosting on your lips. He took the cupcake carefully and tore off a small piece, taking it into his mouth and humming in approval. “I might be changing my usual order soon, this is crazy good” you commented, taking another small bite and watching him adjust his jacket on himself. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he then asked, you licked your lips once more and squinted in thought, “Uh nothing, it’s saturday” you stated very matter of factly, making Minhyuk raise his eyebrows, “Ah, good, come over in the morning” he said. “You work tomorrow?” you asked, lowering your cupcake away from your mouth, but he shook his head and with his index finger, took some of the frosting from the cupcake to bring to his mouth.

You stared at him quizzically before he grinned and answered, “I’m not but I want you to come anyway” he said indifferently as you eyed him in suspicion. “Just come, I’ll show you something cool” he added, making you hiss as you cocked your head to the side, “What do I get out of it?” you asked, suddenly analyzing the cupcake in your hand. Minhyuk sighed loudly, bringing his hands to his hips, “You get to see something cool!” he states and you grimace at his response, “Fine, okay, I’ll come by… what time?” you ask as he claps once, “Come by 2:30” he said. “That’s not the morning, why are you changing times that’s suspicious” you comment and can tell he was beginning to grow weary of your sarcasm but went along with it anyway, “I’m the one inviting you, I can change it as much as I want” he retorted and you chuckled, “Alright, alright, I’ll be here at 2:30” you replied to which he nodded at.

When you arrived, the shop had already opened and customers already sat at the tables inside. You made your way in, and greeted the workers, asking for Minhyuk. One of them pointed towards the back of the shop, “He’s in the kitchen” he said and you thanked him as you made your way there. It felt weird entering a completely private and different area of the bakery, almost like you were crossing into territory you shouldn’t be in. As soon as you stepped inside, you gasped as your eyes practically scanned the entire room and finally landed on Minhyuk. There were pans, plates, spoons, pots, and an endless number of ingredients. You found Minhyuk standing behind a long table with several of those things across it, adjusting his apron, he smiled gleefully and greeted you.

“Hi, you ready?” he asked, and you stared at him with your mouth agape, “W-Why- For what?” you asked, baffled and suddenly feeling small. “We’re going to bake!” he chirped, taking you by the arm and leading you to the table, instantly placing another apron over your head and quickly turning you around to tie it at your back. “Bake? Why are we baking?” you asked, utter puzzlement taking over you. Minhyuk turned you around, hands placed at your shoulders as he pressed his lips into a thin line, “I lied, I have something small that I have to work on for the bakery” he admitted, which did very little to untangle your thoughts.

“So, you have to work?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he nodded once and let his hands drop, “Yes, but you’re here to help me and I’m excited to show you some cool stuff” he stated and immediately you felt your shoulders drop. “Um… h-how long will we be here?” you then asked, making Minhyuk chuckle, “Stop asking stuff, it will be fun, trust me” he said, turning to the table and beginning to set in front of him what he was about to use. You watched him and bit your bottom lip, feeling somewhat nervous at seeing him away from the cash register and behind the showcase, to seeing him at your side, sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows as his hands masterfully took charge at something else other than counting money.

“You know the cupcake from yesterday? Well it’s new in the pastries so we’re going to make a few today” he stated, motioning for you to get close so you could help. “Um, okay… but just so you know, I haven’t baked something since like, middle school” you admitted, to which Minhyuk chuckled loudly at, “You’ll be fine” he said. In a few minutes, there was music playing from a small speaker he set up and you were whisking ingredients together as Minhyuk set up an oven. The smell filtered through your nose and lungs and made your mouth water, and he must’ve noticed because he was then bringing snacks.

You chuckled at the bags of chips and cookies at his side, they were similar to the things you two had bought that one night you bumped into each other. “Don’t worry this is just an appetizer, I’ll get us something to eat later” he said, feeding you a cookie as you tightened the apron at your back. You then watched as he occasionally danced and sang, making you wonder if everything was being heard at the front of the bakery. You couldn’t hold back from cackling at his silliness and joined every now and then.

As soon as the two of you found yourselves waiting, Minhyuk sighed and leaned against the nearest piece of furniture, crossing his arms over his chest and meeting your gaze. “It’s fun right?” he asked, and you snorted, “You look kind of exhausted to be honest” you joked, mimicking his pose as you stood next to him. He chuckled lightly and nodded, “Wow at least you’re half honest” he said in reference to your comment a few weeks back. You grinned and smacked your hand on his arm gently.

He grinned as well and looked down at the floor as you watched him expectantly. Although you stared at him for a couple of seconds, you looked away as soon as he didn’t speak and found yourself becoming aware of the faraway sounds of the people coming in and the music still playing from the small speaker. You began to smile to yourself at how well the two of you had gotten along and asked yourself what you’d be doing right now if you hadn’t decided to stop by this bakery all the times that you did.

“What do you want to eat?” he unexpectedly asked, bringing you back from your thoughts and making you turn to him in surprise. Your brain suddenly came up blank and you couldn’t think of anything in particular that you wanted to eat, but you knew for a fact that if you didn’t eat in the next hour or so, your stomach would become a grumbling mess. “Anything is fine- or well, do you like any food around this side of town?” you asked, feeling like the air between the two of you had become a bit awkward. Minhyuk simply looked away in thought and squinted for a few seconds before he turned to you once more, “I know a few places, they aren’t too pricey either so you don’t have to worry about that” he stated. Your heart leaped inside your chest and instantly your brain began overanalyzing the situation.

You cleared your throat and nodded a little, “O-Okay, well we’ll decide when we finish then” you managed, trying to divert the conversation in another direction. He smiled sheepishly and chuckled with a nod, moving away from beside you to check on the cupcakes, “We can frost them now” he said, and you sighed in relief, making your way to his side as he set up the cupcakes in front of the two of you. “There’s a way to do it, let me show you and then you can try” he said, bringing what you understood to be a piping bag to one of his hands as he held the cupcake with his other hand.

You watched attentively as he frosted the cupcake with ease and almost gracefully. A small gasp escaped your lips, making the both of you chuckle as he glanced at you momentarily. “You make it look like you’re an artist or something- like you’re sculpting” you joked, earning a smug shrug from him as he finished, “Yeah well, you could say that” he commented and you sighed loudly, “Wow, look at you and your ego~” you replied as he handed you the piping bag and another cupcake. After several cupcakes later, the two of you were setting them in place to be taken out and heading out of the bakery, and onto the streets.

“So I think you might like this one place two blocks down” Minhyuk stated, his hands finding the pockets of his sweater. “Sounds cool, I’ll follow you there then” you said with a wink which made him grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You were hiding very well how nervous you were beginning to get as the two of you made your way to the restaurant. You wondered what was wrong with you when half an hour ago you were completely fine with him, dancing and singing and joking while you baked. Now all you could manage were short replies to most of the talk he was making. You felt ridiculous, not able to ask him what was on your mind because what if you pointed it out and his intentions did not match your assumption, or what if it did?

Full stomachs and happy hearts later, the two of you were making your way out. At this point your brain was moving a lot faster and you couldn’t keep up as you made your way back to the bakery where your car was. Once there, you stood by your car and turned to Minhyuk with a sheepish smile, “I’ll admit, today was fun, thank you” you said, to which he nodded at.

“Yeah, I’ll see you here again soon?” he asked and you nodded, already unlocking your car as he waved goodbye at you. He watched you drive away and all you could think of was how much you were beginning to like him, and how unsure you were of if the two of you had just gone on a date?

[spirograffe]

a friend (@antimony) asked for my top ten recipes and I realized I don’t have any sort of recipe archive beyond like, bookmarks strewn across multiple platforms, so. here are the things I make/enjoy the most:

1 + 2. [grain] with Stuff

usually Pasta with Stuff, or the slightly more socially acknowledged among internet food hipster communities Rice with Stuff (aka a “buddha bowl,” apparently)

my current fave Pasta with Stuff is: whatever pasta I’ve got lying around (usually macaroni bc it’s cheapest but I went thru a brief soba phase and have recently been using squid ink linguine, which was a end-of-semester gift to myself) with zucchini, cherry tomatoes (usually whole + thrown in w/ the pasta so the skins pop), onion, garlic, and some lemon juice + zest. this combo is also good w/ shrimp. but the point of Pasta with Stuff is that u just chop up and throw in whatever you’ve got lying around that sounds good together (celery, potatoes, spinach, leek?? go 4 it! go 4 whatever!!) another option w/ Pasta is to use one of those boxes of frozen creamed spinach as a sauce. it’s rlly good

the main distinction btwn Pasta with Stuff and Rice with Stuff, besides a different form of grain, is that Rice with Stuff is simultaneously more themed and more anything-goes. good Rice with Stuff usually includes a scoop o’ kimchi and maybe some tahini or hoisin sauce drizzled over the top (depending what else u have), but other than that just go wild with ur veggies. broccoli is good, sweet potato is good, pumpkin is good. fry ur stuff up with some ginger and garlic and onion and throw it over some rice, then add ur kimchi/tahini/hoisin/furikake/whatever toppings. there are specific recipes for this on like buzzfeed and shit but rlly u should just follow your heart

polenta with Stuff is also nice

2. creamy spinach lentils

I just made this I am eating it right now it is delicious. if I had made this later this week or maybe even before today idk if it’d be on the list but it tastes very very good at this moment.  

3. spinach garlic curry

can u tell I like spinach? I love spinach. I made this every day for like two weeks once

4. tempura 

tempura is surprisingly easy to make?? and pretty filling? I use a combination of this recipe for the ingredients in the batter and this one for actual directions (I liked the idea of using sparkling water, idk if it actually makes a difference, but the bbc one says to whisk the batter and ur supposed to mix it w/ chopsticks so that’s when u go to recipe 2) 

5. banh xeo (or vietnamese pancake)

this is like. a comfort food. it’s so good and delicious but also fresh?? and healthy??? it’s amazing. I usually make it with just veggies or with shrimp (I love shrimp) 

this isn’t like, the recipe I go to or anything (I have a handwritten scrap of paper somewhere from my stepdad’s mom but really after u’ve made it once or twice you only need a recipe for the ratios and sometimes that much is on the flour mixture package)

6. apple grilled cheese

basically. all of u have gotta start slicing up apples real small and putting them on ur grilled cheese (between the pieces of cheese, so in the middle of the sandwich) bc it is a heavensent gift. I had this at a restaurant when I was twelve and have been recreating it ever since. have tomato soup with it. have whatever u want with it. just. apples and cheddar cheese. 

7. vegan shepherd’s pie

THE BEST LATE AUTUMN MEAL (my mom used to make this and then it’d be ready when I got home from sports after school and I would eat it and then pass out on the bench at the table it’s so good and makes u feel warm n’ cozy trust me) 

8. radish top pasta

my mom has the recipe book this is from. it can be kinda pricey 2 make bc walnuts r pricey and who just gets radish TOPS and tbh i’m rarely in the mood for the rest of the radish. but it’s super delicious and fresh-tasting

9. pancakes

half my fam is lactose intolerant and my mom is vegan so by pancakes I mean vegan pancakes. tbh I am pancake queen and this specific version of this perfect pancake recipe is lacking some direction (like pan heat and stuff like that) but I will figure u know how to make pancakes once u have the batter. if u don’t and want my Sage Pancake Advice, hmu.

10. abc soup

yes, I am a child, why do u ask. 

anyway this is the best abc soup ever and it’s actually better as leftovers (two day old abc soup is my jam)