#whats up with the crispy thing i dont get it

[dailytomlinson]

Louis’ band review on the Munich concert - 22.10

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

Dude, you wanna like, go take a rest? You don't look too hot with how undoubtedly scorched you look and well...I think most of the anons will vow to stay off your back while you travel to Snooze Town if you just make it clear how much you need it. Even the cats.

(Also, don't be sorry about my left arm. That shit will probably grow back after enough time, knowing how...intangiable I am. :) )

- ScAnon

TG: ... TG: yeah you probably have a point there actually TG: doesnt look like anything is happening right now at least TG: and yeah i know i basically jinxed myself into shit actually happening the moment i pass out but fuckin whatever im exhausted TG: see ya

ooc just the still because i spent way too long (read: 10 minutes) on that for it to be completely illegible thanks to gif compression

[bunnyb34r]

Two medium, two topping, pizzas should not cost $50 with tip 😭 wtf is this shit

[n0bluev]

The night sky can only be overshadowed by a star (its star.). A star of all things, the one thing that cannot be allowed to see the night of the sky, angled to be hidden away behind dawn and dusk. The night leaves quietly (but is cursed to come back ; avoiding is just like following when an orbit is shared.)

A star can only go off explosively, spectacularly. (Then, collapsed in on itself, away from the world to see (finally part of the shadow the night cast) it seems the bare core is at peace with never bringing day back : darkness soothes.)

Gojo is like a star - bright, hot, shining. Geto is like the night sky - mysterious, deep, endless.

[markatoto]

fan of breasts?

chicken breasts? yeah! they are, maybe & arguably, one of the most delicious part of the chicken. well, maybe next to drumsticks (which i personally prefer for things like fried chicken, or soups). in particular, i like to use chicken breasts for making katsu, which, lemme tell ya, i'm no expert cook, but id like to think that i do a pretty good job.

matter of fact, if you want an extremely simple recipe, here's how i personally make chicken katsu (all off the top of my head, so some slight details might be missing, so please bear with me):

you'll need a few ingredients

panko (any sort of breadcrumbs will work, but panko is just the brand i use)

cookin' oil (usually simple vegtable oil will work)

the actual chicken breast, of course

the ol' traditional: salt and pepper

one egg (u dont need any more than one egg, typically)

if u wanna make things extra crunchy, having some corn starch mixed in with garlic powder + onion powder for some extra seasoning. maybe even a scoosh of paprika for that yummy (i personally like using this filipino chicken mixture called "crispy fry", which is usually used for fried chicken, but it works here too. it's usually meant for fried chicken drumstick, but what is katsu but a different kind of fried chicken)

anyways, here's how u wanna do things:

take out your chicken breast, pat it down with a paper towel so that it aint wet on the surface and either: slice it so that the chicken breast is about inch and a quarter (or so) thick OR use a mallet to make it around that thickness. youll want your chicken flat as possible, but not too flat! i think you know what i mean.

salt and peppa that mothafucka, both sides (OPTIONAL STEP 2B: it's at this point id probably mix my chicken breast with the starch mixture/crispy fry. it just gives a lil extra flavour and crunch that i enjoy. but this is just me, u dont really gotta do it)

crack open an egg and put it in a bowl. MIX IT UP

put your flattened (and maybe crispy fry seasoned) chicken in the egg. get it drenched, you want that panko to stick to that shit

what i like to do is i like to put panko in a plastic container with a lid, then i put the chicken in the container, close the lid up and just SHAKE it so that its nice and evenly coated. super simple and fun and WAY cleaner to deal with after the fact LOL

pop your oil in your pan. put in generous amount, enough that your chicken wont necessarily be drowning, but enough that your chicken will be sufficiently fried. heat that up until the oil reaches that perfect temperature of around 350'F (that is THE temp for doing any deep frying)

pop your chicken on the pan and leave it frying on the one side for, id say, approximately 4-5 minutes. youre going to have to keep a close watch on it. make sure that panko is that GOOD crispy brown on each side. over all it should take you like…. 7-9 minutes for your katsu to be done.

BEFORE YOU EAT... make sure the internal temp of the chicken is around 160 - 165'F. if it is, it's good to go. take it out and, what i like to do is get a plate and pop on a paper towel to let the katsu dry off all the excess oil. even though its off the pan, that shit is STILL cookin, so youll want to leave it alone for like… a minute or two. plus if you eat it now you'll totally burn your tongue and that's the WORST feeling in the world

and after all that, your katsu is done! get some jasmine (white) rice, put on some katsu sauce and some japanese mayo with a lil bit of furikake for that slight seaweed flavoring and youll be GOOD to go!!

so yeah, i guess you can say i'm a fan of breasts.

[peoplegettingkindamadatfood]

do u ever get urges to eat raw vegetables like. every now and then i just desire the taste of raw ingredients. dont want any mix and match just want raw tomato. raw carrot. know what i mean? and i savor that bland shit man im like ogh pure carrot... this is it. fuck ur salt, fuck ur pepper, fuck ur ranch. eats bell pepper like a delicious crispy apple.

when i was visiting my ex girlfriend i was chilling on her bedroom floor, we'd just gone to the grocery store earlier that day. harris teeter. gotten some snacks and other food items, eaten some of those sugar cookies they have in a big bin outside. im a life long plain raw veg eater, much like yourself, though i've come around on things like hummus-as-a-dip in recent years. anyway. i'd gotten some raw carrots, like baby ones (my ex didn't realise baby carrots were just adult carrots cut down to a smaller size. she thought they were a distinct variety) for myself to eat straight out of the bag, as i am wont to do. i start tucking in on the floor, opposite side of the room to her. and we're chatting, hanging out, when i make mention of my favourite part of eating raw carrots: their spiciness. turns out this is not a quality inherent to raw carrots, and that i have oral allergy syndrome. the, like, level of concern on her face and in her voice when she looked at me and went "spicy???" was crazy. and she still brings up "the time [i] thought carrots were spicy and supposed to feel like needles in [my] mouth" semi regularly to friends and strangers alike

[garciaasfluffypen]

take care of me (like i take care of you) pt.1

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: emily smokes in this one (SMOKING IS DANGEROUS LADIES, GAYS AND THEYS pls dont ruin ur lungs), reader is mentioned to vape but it is not shown, female terms of endearment - "little miss", y/n has a minor flashback to a previous relationship where they got belittled that leads to an rsd breakdown a/n: THIS PART GOT TOO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE MAIN PLOT POINT UNTIL 2.4k WORDS IN so its being split into two parts teehee :) also... i should have put this in the first part, but the house they live in is jj's house from cm evolution bc i'm quite literally obsessed with it anyway pls ignore the fact that it's clearly not three femme presenting humans holding hands i couldn't find a gif like that anywhere

you all had been blessed with a whole week off. a whole week that you got to spend with your favorite people in the entire world and not have to worry about being called in.

it had been ages since you had a whole week where you didn’t have to worry about a single work thing bothering you. the last time you had done this, you had convinced your then best friends to take you to their favorite park and have a picnic, go to the movies and even take you to the trader joes to get your favorite snacks. but this week, this week was different. firstly, you were now dating your best friends, and had been told to stay at theirs as long as you wanted to. you hadn’t left except to go to your apartment and grab a suitcase full of clothes. secondly, the case you had just finished drained the hell out of the three of you. a majority of the time was spent curled up on the couch cycling through shows on netflix and amazon prime, everyone taking turns picking a show to watch while eating leftover chinese food and cuddling. but today you were determined to get out of the house.

the local zoo was holding a sale to celebrate the birth of a new baby giraffe, which happened to be some of your favorite animals ever. so naturally, you got three tickets for the three of you last night and made sure you were up before both of your girlfriends to ensure you got your hands on tickets to feed the giraffes. it had been on your bucket list for a long time. ever since you were little, giraffes had intrigued you. they just looked so soft and cuddly. and you wanted to touch one. so, so bad. 

which is how you found yourself up at seven in the morning, squeezing yourself out from between the two older women and seaking downstairs, curling up in the armchair that you had claimed to yourself and grabbing your ipad. well, technically it was emily’s but she barely used it so therefore it was yours. you had all your favorite games on it anyway, so it was only fair that you used it more since you liked to play games on the jet. making sure you got to the website bright and early, you went to the page where you needed to buy the giraffe experience tickets and waited patiently until 7:30am hit and the first wave of tickets were sent out into the interwebs. within minutes, you had the three tickets you needed in your email. the next step to buttering up your girlfriends for a day at the zoo was to make breakfast. 

you knew exactly what breakfast each of them liked, and had memorized it a few weeks prior for moments like this. emily loved her bacon crispy, her eggs over easy and a marlboro gold by the bay window. jj, on the other hand, loved when you made the pillsbury biscuits with honey and butter, some sort of potato and getting kisses from both you and emily. considering emily usually woke up a little bit before you and jj on a typical day, you decided to start on hers first. you grabbed the box of cigarettes from her purse and put it over by the seat next to the kitchen table, opening the window so the cool dc air would flow through the kitchen as you cooked. sometimes you were tempted to light up a cigarette and see what they were like, but you couldn’t let go of your favorite fruity little flavors. that was another thing you added to your mental list of things to never let emily find out, since you knew she’d give you the look that she gives you whenever you’ve somehow disappointed her. 

jj had found out by a total accident a while ago, clocking your antsiness before you even did. you had stepped out for a breath of fresh air, not realizing that jj had followed you until you were mid hit and felt a presence behind you. while she had been disappointed, she knew that the oral fixation couldn’t be stopped if you weren’t chewing on your chewy necklace. you did your best to wear it, but sometimes the need for the nicotine buzz was stronger than your little necklace and you wanted to feel the dopamine. she sat with you outside while you tried to explain the way it made you feel, and she sat there the whole time and listened to you. she made you promise to lower the nicotine level, which you agreed to, but kept forgetting to go down whenever you stopped by the shop. 

despite the fear looming over you of disappointing emily, you couldn’t help but realize everything had been so easy with them. from communicating your needs to even just asking for them to sit with you. they made sure you were their number one priority. to this day, you were still scared of waking up in your dingy one bedroom all alone and still single. but now, here you were, slowly moving your stuff into their apartment and preparing to leave most of your old appliances at the local goodwill. it was a pleasant change, knowing you were moving somewhere nice and calm and where people supported your every move. where they wouldn’t yell at you when you forgot to refill the soap, or restock the cheese drawer after a grocery trip. 

shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you heard the bedroom door creak open and the padding of emily’s sock feet grew louder as you started smiling. 

“you’re up early,” emily beamed at you. “what’re you doing?”

“taking care of my girlfriends.” you shrugged. “cigs are on the table for you next to your window.” 

emily narrowed her eyes playfully at you. “you have a plan for today, don’t you?” 

“maybe i do, maybe i don’t.” you playfully smiled back at her. “you gotta wait for jayje to wake up.” 

“you know, you can be bad at hiding things sometimes.” emily came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. “you have the cheesiest grin on your face right now.” 

“can i not just make breakfast for my girlfriends when i want to?” 

emily placed a peck on your cheek, then captured your lips in a kiss. “you’re a devious little thing, lovey.” 

“and you adore me for it.”

“that i do.” 

you placed another kiss on emily’s lips before ushering her over to her window, grabbing the sheet pan of biscuits and slipping them into the oven. you relished these small moments with emily, where it was the two of you. you got these moments with jj at night, since emily typically stayed at the office later than you guys did. taking the mornings with just the two of you was something you tried to do more often than not, since you craved quality time with both of them. you loved having time with both of them together, but alone time with each of your girlfriends was something you cherished. you made sure to get emily’s coffee mug filled just the right amount and bought it over to the table, wrapping your arms around her from behind as the smoke flowed from between her lips. you had at least five more minutes before you had to start cooking the bacon and eggs, which meant you could sit with emily and bask in the moment. 

before you knew it, jj made her way into the kitchen, smiling widely as she came and wrapped her arms around you as you stood over the pan. your eyes momentarily closed as you leaned back into the blonde, letting her place a few kisses on your neck before turning around and capturing her in a kiss. you smiled at her before turning back to the bacon, making sure that side was crispy as you could get it before flipping it around. 

“what’s all this?”

“well… i uh, i had a plan for us today.”

you saw emily struggle to hold back a chuckle out of the corner of your eye.

“can you guys both be ready by nine thirty? no wait, be ready by nine fifteen and in the car by nine thirty because we need to be at the place by nine fifty in order to beat the crowds and get to where we need to be on time for our tickets because our tickets are for eleven.” you paused, looking at your girlfriends. “can you be ready by nine fifteen?” 

“i mean, yeah.” jj looked over to emily. “do you know the plan?”

“just that little miss over here woke up before us and i woke up with no blankets on me because in the midst of everything you stole all of them.” emily joked, poking her tongue out at jj. 

you started rocking up to the balls of your feet. “so um… there might be a new baby giraffe at the zoo and i might have gotten us tickets because i really really wanted to see the giraffes and they’re my favorites and they were running a sale because of the new baby and--” 

jj chuckled. “you are adorable, did you know that?” 

“is that a yes?”

“of course it's a yes, bubs.” jj placed a kiss on your cheek. “i’d love to go to the zoo with you.” 

“emmy?” you looked over to emily, the new nickname slipping out of your lips with ease. “can you come to the zoo with us? you’ll probably say no which is okay because i can always invite penelope or tara but-”

“why would you think i’d say no?” 

negative feelings overflowed your system as you remembered vividly the face that had been pulled when you asked to go to the zoo or do anything you considered fun. you felt yourself slipping into a dissociative state, fingers looking for something to stim on as you worked through your feelings. the harsh words of “why the fuck would you want to go to the zoo?” reverberated through as memories of one of your previous flings flew to the front of your mind. the shame you felt for wanting to enjoy your time together became unbearable and overwhelming, making you realize that your girlfriends could become annoyed with you like that and change their minds. what if they thought you were childish? what if they figured out you were too much for them?

emily looked over to jj. “did i say something?” 

“i don’t know. i don’t think so?” jj looked over to you, your eyes glazed over. “um.. shit wait, okay, i think they’re having an rsd episode, i’ll get their work bag. the marble fidget they use to calm down is in there.” 

emily scooted out from behind the table as she put her cigarette out, sneaking behind you to grab the pan off the stove before the bacon burned. she put her arms around you and pulled you close, running her hand up and down your back lightly as she waited for you to come out of your funk. she locked eyes with jj as she came back into the room, digging through the bag for the fidget toy in question, sticking it in your hands before you could start scratching at the side of your nails. a few minutes passed before you came back, the feeling of both emily and jj’s arms around you grounding you in the present, pushing the negative feelings to the back of your mind.

“‘m sorry.” 

“it's okay, lovey. do you want to talk about it?” 

“um… can you just… i’m not too much, right?” 

emily pulled back. “what makes you think that?” 

“whenever i asked about doing things that i liked, nobody really wanted to do them.” you looked down shamefully. “i shouldn’t have presumed you’d want to go with me.” 

“y/n y/l/n” blue eyes looked into your own. “you don't need to hide yourself with us. never hide yourself with us. you’re allowed to have your likes and act on them.” 

“but-”

“ah ah,” jj tilted your chin up, making you look at her. “don’t you dare.” 

it was almost as if a switch had been flipped in jj, her eyes darkening slightly as she stared at you. it caused your legs to turn to jelly, rendering you practically useless in your girlfriend's arms. you weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but it sent a wave of excitement through your veins. 

“we’re going to the zoo with you, we’re going to have fun, and we’re going to have a good day.” jj shot emily a ‘we need to talk about this’ glance before continuing. “go get dressed and ready for the day, we’ll finish our breakfasts and go enjoy the zoo.” she gave you a pointed look. “capeesh?”

all you could do was nod, your eyes widening in… whatever this feeling was that you were feeling. 

“words, y/n.”

“y-yes.” you swallowed. “okay.” 

jj smiled, switching back to her normal self and placing a kiss on your lips. “thank you for breakfast, by the way. it smells delicious.” 

you shyly smiled back. “i wanted you to be in a good mood before i asked you to go to the zoo.” 

emily pulled you in for a hug. “you never have to do anything for us to be in a good mood around you. we-” she paused. “there’s nothing you could do to put us in a foul mood.” 

“are you sure?”

“we’re sure. now go get ready, lovey, we’ll be up in a little bit when we finish our breakfast.” it was emily’s turn to kiss you. “don’t forget your meds.”

“oh shit, my meds!” 

emily and jj watched you run out of the room, both of the older women chuckling. emily wrapped her arms around jj, placing her head on her shoulder. 

“we’re going to need to work on talking about feelings, huh?” 

jj nodded. “it seems like it.” 

“would it be too much to castrate the exes who hurt them?” 

“uh… yes? we’re not castrating anyone.” jj lightly slapped emily’s arm. “go finish your bacon, we have places to be.” 

“we do need to have a serious talk with them about it, at some point.”

“yeah,” jj agreed. “lets just… they need to know we’re here for them. let’s focus on them the rest of the week and go from there.” 

emily nodded. “we’ll go from there.”

taglist: @jayden-prentiss

[serejae]

WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 16. BUT ID LIKE TO JUST PRETEND

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warning: im gonna pretend we're in korea for this chapter so jaehyun can drink LOLSIES, i also know barely anything about drinking so if its not accurate OOPS #20y/owhocantdrinkstrugglesbcshesscaredofthelaw

mstl

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ps: it doesnt get better from here until wayyy after ;-)

(a few minutes ago) EPISODE 5

"what are we even supposed to do?" jaehyun said as he took another shot. "i uh have to ask you questions" woonhak explained as he repositioned the camera up to face jaehyun. jaehyun hummed as he took another shot "are you okay? you took like 10 shots since we got here and i haven't even started recording yet" woonhak looked up from the camera concerned. "pfft what do you know about drinking" jaehyun laughed looking at woonhak, woonhak scoffed "not much, but i know this relates back to yn". the older one looked away "just record or something i don't know..."

"now we have myung jaehyun. i'll ask you questions and you can answer away from yn. i assure you she won't see this footage...well unless she watches this but that's beside the point." woonhak adjusted the camera a bit. "so i CAN answer the question? i have a choice?" jaehyun asked rather tipsy. "no sorry, you WILL answer these."

"what are your opinions on L/N Y/N?"

jaehyun took another shot before answering. "Yn? she's...I MISS HER" he suddenly erupted into tears taking back woonhak but content is content...

"i cant live without her i dont know how i haven't died yet during these 2 years. shes all i constantly think about, when i go to the store, i think about her, when i sleep, i think about her, when I'm even in my fucking office i think about her and that was the main thing that drove me away from her." he sobbed into his hands. woonhak giggled a bit at the sight and zoomed into jaehyun crying. "I'm gonna have to put a 'her' count in here..."

"I thought you ended things because of music, your job?"

"FUCK THE JOB! i'm done, i'll take it all back and work at fucking wendys if it means i can stay with her. my music career is a flop! YOU know" jaehyun pointed at woonhak to which he nods "THEY know" he pointed at the camera "SHE knows" he points at his heart "I just cant take not being around her anymore. we don't have to be friends we don't have to date again I just want her back in my life completely without messing everything up. i'd literally argue with her for the rest of my life even if it hurts me rather than never talk to her at all and it hurts because she makes it look so simple, not missing me, not talking to me. but it's fair enough isn't it? if i had just shut my mouth for that one day i would've realized that music doesn't compare to her, but why'd i have to realize so late?"

"do you still think about her?"

"of course i do" he cried even more, woonhak was pretty sure jaehyuns drink was more tears than alcohol now "you know..." jaehyun giggled for a second 'the roman empire? how its like a joke that all guys think of it often, she, y/n are you watching this?" jaehyun gets close to the camera, his nose touching the lens, too drunk to realize anything. "yn, you're my roman empire, there's not a second i don't think about you. i wake up , its you, i go to sleep, its you, i eat, its you, hell i could strip right now and dance-“ “that's enough" woonhak stops him. "i just wonder why you think so deeply about her, shes just a girl-" jaehyun cuts woonhaks words offended "DONT. shes not just some random girl, shes yn. the first person who understood me, the first person i felt comfortable with, the first person to support my music career, and i just, let her go. for the same music career i left her for. clearly, you've never been in love or never been in love and lost that same person due to your dumb actions..."

"then why were you acting so cold to her today?"

"fuck, woonhak. its all a persona, i'm trying to convince myself I'm over her, but clearly, it's not working, at all. even today i used all the force in me not to fold and when i complained about it on my twitter this random sea jae something account commented...but i remember she did comment under my comment saying "its not like me and her will get together" with a "haha" like what does that mean...is it a sign from the universe?" jaehyun looked over at woonhak with a sad smile trying to convince himself he's not that effected by you despite going on a 30 minute rant about you. woonhak laughed a bit. jaehyun looked down at his shot glass and stared.

"do you think she misses me...like ever?" he turned again to woonhak who stared at jaehyun in pity. "she-" woonhak paused and shook his head "directors shouldn't get involved" jaehyuns body shot over to face woonhak "YOUR NOT A DIRECTOR YOUR A 17 YEAR OLD BOY" "18 in Korea" woonhak added "I DONT CARE, YOUR A 17 OR 18 BOY WHO IS FAILING HIS FILM MAKING CLASS WITH A NEGATIVE NUMBER. WHAT DOES SHE SAY ABOUT ME."

"fine, i'll show you." woonhak logs into his phone and text you to help him out. "oops, phone died" jaehyun groaned and face planted into the table.

(NOW)

you texted woonhak that you were outside and you saw him drag jaehyun out. "damn he's out." taesan said from your backseat. you hum in agreement. woonhak approaches the car and opens the back seat to throw jaehyun in until taesan stops him "put jaehyun in the passenger seat" "but you're back here-"

"woonhak. put. jaehyun. in. the. damn. front. seat."

woonhak placed jaehyun in the front seat and got in the back.

jaehyun turned his head to you as you were driving

"yn?" he asked softly "yeah?" "do you ever miss me?"

you dont reply, looking in your rear view mirror you see woonhak and taesan sleeping. sighing you turn back to jaehyun when you stop at a red light, he looked at you with soft doe eyes that could break any minute. but you couldn't help but admire his features shining in the red light, you hadn't got a good look at him until now and damn, he was still so...

BEEP

right. "back then yeah" you lied, or maybe not, who cares

"i still miss you, a lot. Every day i wake up and my heart aches for you, only to see an empty cold space in the spot next to me. i know, i know everyone tells me and i got the signal from you, i know I'm stupid for ending a relationship over music, SoundCloud especially but i don't want to move on. if i put on earth with one other girl and her only i wouldn't even speak to her, i'd make a stick doll and name it after you, talk to it every day, because yn, you're the only person I've ever needed and i hate that i lost the one person who kept me going, that i still dream of, that i can't move on from, i just wish i didn't let you go at all.

do you...still think we'd be together if i hadn't ruined us?"

you pause staring at the gearstick "maybe in another life" you replied lowly afraid your voice would crack. you blink back tears refusing to even look at him. you hear him catch his breath and realize he's crying "i just wish it could be this life. i want it to be this life, yn, I'll do anything for it to be this life please. let me back in your life."

"jaehyun no, you're drunk"

"drunk words are sober thoughts"

taesan said from the backseat still with his eyes closed. you realize both woonhak and taesan have been faking sleeping the entire time.

"get out" you said. taesan opened his eyes and realized yall were in front of his and jaehyuns house. OH RIGHT, thanks yn" you hum as you watch taesan help jaehyun out. "take care" you said to both of them, before jaehyun gets through the door he turns back at you and smiles softly

"ugh i shouldve recorded that"

oh.

you forgot he was there.

[bimobuddy]

Cut the Cat-itude

sfw Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Husk, Ler!Alastor

CW: feet, kinda? It's more 'bean' related since they're paws

Summary: Husk is grumpy and doesn't think Alastor's jokes are funny, but the Radio Demon is determined to get a chuckle out of him.

Husk groaned and let his head thump against the bar counter. Alastor must have been in some sort of mood that day, he hadn't stopped telling awful jokes all morning. First most people were laughing with him, then it was just Charlie and Nifty, and now even Charlie was trying to excuse herself because "Oh you know, Hotel Stuff, ahaha.."

Husk looked over at Nifty who was still giggling away at everything the boss said, but then again he didn't know what went on her feral little head. He reached for his drink again only to have it yoinked away by a familiar looking shadow.

"Hey!" He sat up, reaching for it back, but Alastor's shadow just grinned and stretched upward, holding it out of reach. Husk grumbled. He knew this game. "I ain't flyin' for you, give it back." The shadow wiggled it over his head, taunting.

"Alastor, put this damn thing on a leash. Only you would somehow manage to lose control over your own shadow." He muttered the last part.

"Oh Husker, I didn't 'lose control' over him, he's free range." The host grinned, looking at Husk a bit longer than usual. Husk didn't know why he was staring at him until it suddenly clicked and he sighed. "Was that supposed to be another joke? Al, that wasn't even a real joke."

"Oh you're right, that was a total cat-astrophe!" A laugh track played off his cane, followed by Nifty who enjoyed the joke a little too much, "Ahahahahaha! Becahause he's a cahat!" She laughed. Husk folded his ears back and groaned.

"Oh relax, old friend, I'm just kitten around!" He grinned at Husk, who frowned in response. Alastor strutted up to the bar and leaned against it. The Shadow disappeared, taking the bottle with him, only making Husk grumpier.

"Clearly those weren't funny enough for you.. maybe I ought to put my thinking-cat on and come up with some more!" He let out a laugh, followed by the classic laugh track again. "Or maybe you just don't have a sense of humor. I mean just look at darling little Nifty, she's hiss-terical!" Of course this was followed up by Nifty losing her absolute mind.

Husk only sighed and rolled his eyes. "You done yet?"

"Not yet. What's a cat's favorite book? The Great Cats-by! Oh, why did the cats ask for a piano? To make mew-sic, of course!" He laughed and looked back at Husk, who somehow looked even grumpier than he did five minutes ago.

Well this wouldnt do.

"Why don't you cut the cat-itude, dear friend?" He snapped his fingers and two shadowy tentacles rose up from the floor behind Husk. Before he could react, the wrapped around his upper arms, hoisting him up about a foot off the floor, and proceeded to wiggle the tips into his underarms.

Husk had started to kick, biting his lip, cheeks puffed out, as he didn't want to give Alastor the reaction he wanted. The Radio Demon didn't seem to mind though.

"What's a cat's favorite cereal? Mice Crispies!" The tentacles wiggled down his ribcage, starting to get little huffs and muffled noises.

"If cats taught schools, what do you think they'd be called? Purr-fessors!" The tentacles traced and wiggled down his sides, causing him to hold his breath, his face and ears going red from how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

"What do you call a cat that likes to bowl? An alley cat!" Finally the tentacles found their way to his tummy and he couldn't take it anymore. Husk tossed his head back and laughed, reflexively flapping his wings to try an get away, much to the delight of the Shadow, which had been trying to make him fly earlier.

"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahalast- Alastohor!" He tried to growl to cancel out the laughter but it came out as more of a panicked, choked giggle.

"See, I knew you'd come around!" Alastor said cheerfully. "Now, why dont cats shop online? They prefer cat-alogues!" Husk's laughter kicked up a notch when one of the tentacles started to wiggle into his lower belly, where there was a bit more pudge. His tail whipped around trying to smack it away but it was no use.

Husk suddenly made the mistake of trying to kick out at Alastor, across the counter. A third tendril rose up and caught his ankle before he made contact, as Alastor leaned back just a bit. He stepped to the side a little to make eye contact. "Now, Husker, is that any way to thank someone who's only trying to make you smile?" He chuckled.

The third tendril started to wiggle into the heart shaped pad at the bottom of his paw. Husk, a little startled, let out a high pitched, squeaky giggle that did not sound like himself at all.

Even Alastor was caught off guard enough for the tendrils to disappear and let him go, letting him drop with a soft thud. Husk groaned as he hit the floor and panted. "Damn you, Alastor.." He grumbled, sitting up.

"Too late, we're already in Hell!" Alastor laughed. Husk chuckled a little then quickly stopped himself. But of course the radio host heard it. "Oh? Did I finally get a genuine laugh out of you?" He asked, leaning on his can to be eye level with the bartender.

Husk sighed, folding his ears down. "Shut up... I gotta get back to work." He muttered, starting to wipe down the counter.

As Alastor turned to walk away, Husk called out again. "Slapstick Comedy. Just for future reference, so you don't have to tickle me next time, I tend to like Slapstick Comedy."

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Author Note

Aahhhhh I couldn't figure out how to end this naturally I'm sorrryyyy!!!

Though I do already have another idea for a Lee!Husk fic that I'm gonna start writing immediately after posting this one, so I MIGHT post it tonight, but it might wait until tomorrow, we'll see :)

[lovexjoe]

In Love With A Stripper Part 2

warning: alcohol, mention of death and language

Armando pulls the car to the back, taking in her attire: he smiles on the inside. She looks beautiful like this, not that bullshit she’s forced to wear. He gets out and opens the door for her. Thanking him, she mentally gives out one more prayer that this man isn’t going to kill her and hops in.

She was shocked cause she could never imagine being in a car like this, it would take her a lifetime to even buy this. The ride was silent, as she looks out the window taking in the scenery of Mexicos city lights. She’s been here on this side of town before with Andres, but she just couldn’t remember exactly. His right hand reaches for hers, she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. His hand much larger than hers, engulfed her small one with warmth. She intertwine their fingers together and he rubs her hand with his thumb.

She’s really in the car with a drug dealer who could potentially make her disappear off the face of the earth. Yet she felt the most safest in his presence. The car pulls into a gated mansion, he spoke to the gate to confirm his ID and they headed inside.

“Do you trust me?” He looks over at her and she looks back not saying a word. Just looking at him with those doe eyes. She gives his hand a squeeze confirm that she’s okay but he knew he wouldn’t get an answer so easily. He hands his key off to a guard, opening her door for her and leading the way up the stairs. This is where he lives?! Why not just stop drug dealing and retire? He is set for fucking life. This could have potentially been her life with Andres if he was connected with the right people. She pushes the thought away cause it’ll only sour the mood.

They entered his bedroom and it was exactly the way she thought it was gonna be. Crispy clean and all black. There wasn’t a single spect of color in this room: dark and depressing. They sit outside on his balcony enjoying the city lights as they pour up a drink. He breaks the silence first.

“What’s your name?”

“You know my name…..Luna.” She takes a sip of her drink. The mixture of rum and coke easing her nerves.

“Nah that’s not you mami. The real you.” He turns his body to her, giving her all his attention. Her eyes could easily captivate someone yet here she was feeling hot and shy under his gaze.

“Xiomara…” she sips her drink again, numbing her nerves.

“Es bonita, mami” he says giving her a smile, first one of the night and it took all her suspicions away.

“He smiles! So you’re not gonna kill me, thank god!” She puts her hand on her heart and lets out a joking breath. For the first time in a long time he lets out an honest laugh. He’s never brought anyone back home, he’s always had his fun outside and returned to his empty room. But her, for some reason he wants to do things to her but he wanted more. But he can’t want more. This was for one night he reminded himself.

“Tell me about yourself” She takes in his question, wondering if she should be an open book or pick out things that were true and fill the rest in with white lies. She probably wasn’t going to see him ever again so why not?

“I came here two years ago with my boyfriend, he was a drug dealer. I didn’t know much but he had food on the table and we were gonna build a life here. He got killed during a deal gone bad and I-I had to verify the body at the scene because his mom couldn’t go….” She takes another sip. The alcohol causing her mouth to vent all the feelings she’s been holding in for a year now.

“A month after Andres passing I found out I was pregnant. It would have probably been smarter to just not continue with the pregnancy but he’s the last thing I have letting me know that Andres was real. Things have been hard so I strip to save pay the bills and my day job helps me save” Armando’s jaw clenched at the mention of her late boyfriend’s name.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through this.”

“Don’t do that….dont pity me. It sucks but there’s someone out there having it much worse than me.” He nods his head raising his glass to cheers to that.

“Tell me about you….or whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Just one night right? He wasn’t going to see her again and it’s not like anyone would believe her anyway.

“My mom’s in prison right now. She gave birth to me in prison, I was raised there till I was 6 and then they sent me off with someone to the cartel. Here I am….” He sighs and gulps the rest of his drink.

“See? I told you somebody else has it worse than me. Thank you for that.” Laughter filled the room, she notices the crinkle in his eyes when he smiles. He looked much younger when he let some happiness enter his empty heart.

“Armando? Why am I here? If you wanted to have sex…we cou-“

She stops talking when he stands up pulling her close, his hand caressing her cheek. She doesn’t know what he wants. He knows what he wants but he’s not going to admit because it’s insane. They just met.

“I can tell that this isn’t something you do. And after hearing what you been through…I want you but I’m not touching you until you beg me to….” The way he’s looking at her like he wants to devour her, she so badly wants to give in. He picks her up and carries her to his bed. She sits at the edge of his bed while he picks out some clothes for her.

Yes Armando Aretas a fucking cartel is picking out clothes for a stripper he’s beyond fond of. Boy would his mom be having a fit if she could see this. She changes in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and smiling. He’s definitely not what she thought he would be. She leans her head down to the black shirt, taking in his divine scent. Once she reenters the room, Tom and Jerry reruns were on the tv and he looked too cute under the covers.

Shirtless…..

How was she going to control herself? She had to or else she would look to easy. She can’t and she won’t!

She got in bed, keeping a certain distance between them. His hand trailing across her exposed skin on her inner thigh. She looked better in his clothing than he did.

“I don’t bite mami, come here” he pulls her close, his hand slipping under the shirt and resting on her stomach. He places a kiss on her temple as they both watched the tv till they fell asleep.

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The sun creeps through his window, causing Xio to walk up in bed alone. The tv still running some outdated cartoons. Her bedside had roses and a letter.

“I had some business to take care of. There’s a driver and duffel bag waiting for you. I will see you soon - Love Armando”

She heads into the restroom and where she had a brand new toothbrush and a toiletry bag filled with products: expensive ones too waiting for her. This man really had everything accessible for him. She started to wonder how many girls he did this for. Looking at her phone, she realizes she doesn’t have time to wait around as she needs to grab Ricky from his grandma’s. She hurries up changing into her clothes from last night and heading downstairs. Did she keep his shirt? Yup, something to remember him in case she doesn’t hear from him again.

The driver hands her the small duffel bag and she gets into the car and giving him directions to her house. Reminiscing about the little commentary they had while watching looney tunes. How it felt being held by him all night. This was it for them. She doesn’t think he’ll reach out. He knows where she works but….maybe she’s just overthinking.

Andres’ mom sent her a message letting her know that she will stay with Ricky today if she wanted some time to herself. She sighs with relief, she could use a few hours to rejuvenate since she’s teaching again tomorrow. As the driver drops her off, she strolls inside and setting the bag down. She took a look inside and

Wow….she had enough money to stop stripping for a while….

The bag had a small pocket on the side so she decided to open it and what she noticed wasn’t something she was happy about.

She lets out a cry….

She pulls out Andres cross necklace …..

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[coolearistrashcollection]

Prologue: One very inconvenient time

Characters: cult leader!Geto, cursed spirit!Reader TW: isolation, small fight

Part 2 here!

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“Geez, are you even listening to what I'm saying? What's up with you this morning huh?” Geto says in an irritated manner. The entire day Gojo has been distracted, wondering why there was something lingering in the air. Of course, no one else could see it, let alone sense it. His Six Eyes picked up even the smallest of details and he was sure someone had been there, and recently.

“See? You are not even registering what I'm saying when I'm telling you to listen! What's got you so distracted, huh?” He asks again, trying to get his friend's attention for the millionth time already that day. “Did you even pay attention to Yaga? He said–”

“He said we're doing it because Kyoto is too weak.” Gojo crosses his arms behind his head and smirks “Which like, duh, even Utahime isn't the same grade as us.”

“That's not even remotely close to what he said…” He sighs “I'll put up the veil, we've reached the forest.” 

The ambience turns darker the more they walk closer to the mission's location. The clouds are concentrating and darkening, the woods are more silent than usual, even the surroundings are trying to warn the approaching two. The harsh caw of a crow as a bad omen snaps the white haired male back to reality. An intimidating pagoda ahead of them presents itself as another bad omen: the wooden tower had weathered tiles and four floors. 

“So like, we just have to retrieve this… What was it again?” Gojo scratches his temple “Not that it matters, it'll be an easy mission anyways…” 

“We're meant to retrieve a burial urn, it's meant to be a cursed object, suspected grade 1.” He states “This is the shrine; it should be here.” 

A scowl appears with the location, the once pristine shrine now rotting away with the passing of time, every type of moss and sign of decay obnoxiously visible. It was unavoidable stepping on cracks, as the stone path had been broken several times from the freeze thaw.

“Focus now, we don't know what curses could have attracted that thing. Remember, dont–”

“Don't kill them, yadda yadda, you wanna eat those curses– can we start looking for that thing already? I'm bored.” Says the white-haired male as he steps into the holy place, the timber floor creaking with every step. 

Before them stand several wooden pillars with tables around the room, the decorations now either rusted or tarnished. The back wall was covered in several different statues: forgotten deities now greeting the sorcerers with an altar serving as a barrier. They formerly served a purpose: protection, sanctuary and peace to the believers. 

Inspecting the holy table more closely, the two see several objects covered in dust and grime, different plates adorned with maggots and remnants of rotten food. “Offerings, probably.” Geto says while adjusting his messy bun “Let's keep moving, it reeks in here.”

From the interior, the height of the building was even more intimidating; the inside balconies highlighting the distance between the floors. Old lanterns were now unlit, waiting for someone to give them their purpose back, allowing darkness to engulf the building. The tall pagoda had cleverly hidden stairs behind the statues, most likely to deter any visitors from going upstairs. Yet another warning completely ignored by the duo to be added to the list. 

“That is it. It's on the top floor” Gojo indicates, quickly followed by pointing at the last floor. “The trace energy matches the one here.” He yawns with boredom.

“What is it?”

“The cursed energy is being emitted from there. It's a lot more recent than the building’s, it's still similar tho.” 

The room is naked, in fact, uncorrupted. The shoji walls as white as snow, the thin paper without any defects; the tatami flooring crispy as if no one had ever stepped on it before, a sage green colour, waiting to turn a sandy yellow. It was a tiny paradise in a putrid place, a piece of heaven in hell. Both males, analysing the situation, realise that neither a person nor curse was seen within stepping foot into the surrounding woods, and this room would need constant maintenance to be in these conditions. Why is this room different? What made it so special compared to the rest? And who is this intruder, the presence Gojo has felt from the beginning? 

However, scattered pieces of white porcelain spoiled the scene, with no particle of ash spilled. Strange, as these are meant to contain ashes, otherwise they would just be expensive and morbid decorations, glorified pieces of clay.

The two look at each other in confusion. That is the cursed object. Or rather, was. They succeeded at locating the object, but returning it to their professor in that condition? That would be a tough ask. A failed mission… that's what it was. They stood dumbfounded at some pieces of pottery. It was long gone, crushed, fragmented, smashed to pieces. Someone had come in earlier and broke the urn they had to retrieve. 

“Well, that sure is one way to break that seal, it was probably older than the higher ups” Gojo looked at his companion with a goofy smile, waiting for what he had to say. “But hey, at least the curse energy matches the one I felt earlier–”

“What do we even tell Yaga!? Wait– you felt there was someone else and didn't care to tell me!?”

“Eh, no biggie. Besides…” he pauses, “It's not like that fragile tupperware was important” another pause, “OH AND– I didn't feel anyone's presence, I simply said it matched outside’s energy.”

“You seriously didn't listen to Yaga, did you? It had to be retrieved at all costs. Intact.” Geto facepalms.

“Nah I didn't, why though?”

“I don't know, he said that it was confidential. Which means we seriously fucked up.” he says with a defeated sigh at the end.

Gojo crouches to look at the cursed energy trail in more detail, the residue parting from the urn, yet none coming in. “Hey uhh.. I don't think someone broke it… No one entered the room" –he adjusts his glasses– “but one left. I think it broke from the inside. Is that even possible?”

“The seal must've expired, then.” Geto places his hand on his chin. “And whatever was inside, got out.” he thinks out loud. 

The black-haired male walks towards the balcony, observing the dense woods surrounding them. How gloomy did the forest look that day, the evergreen trees and the fog in agreement to completely obstruct the sorcerer's view on the field. If anyone had run away, they would not be easily spotted by vision alone, even locating the cursed energy residues would be a hard task.

“You said you felt the same energy outside? Let's trace back our steps, start from there again.” Geto commands.

Rolling his eyes, his friend groans “I totally jinxed it when I said this would be easy.” 

With their anger as a new source of motivation, the duo explored the woods starting from the trail leading to the shrine and followed the steps left by the mysterious being. Minutes quickly turned to hours and the two were almost done traversing the woods: they concluded they were looking out for a curse –a fully conscious one too, as it had changed its path several times to confuse anyone following– and they had reached the gorgeous city of Nara.

After lifting the veil, they walk through the picturesque city. The two sorcerers note many small curses in groups, mostly lower grades and fly heads. They go past a lake too where many deer were either peacefully drinking water or eating crackers from both locals and tourists. In the distance, they notice familiar uniforms: Kyoto students on a mission. 

“Mei-Mei! Utahime!” shouts the white haired male, and a shriek can be heard from the latter “No way! I thought you guys weren't allowed on this mission!” The Tokyo students close the distance, a deja vu. 

Utahime crosses her arms “Shut up Gojo! We just got sent to eliminate some curses that were disturbing the area… a routine call. What are you guys doing here? Tokyo is a long way from here.” She frowns, and emits a sound –close to a growl– when Gojo towers over her with a shit-eating grin.

Geto, trying to ease the tension with a soft smile, interrupts “Sorry to bother you, are you familiar with the city? We need information on the four-floored shrine.”

“Hmm? The mausoleum? I'll help, but only if you give me something in return.” flirts Mei-Mei.

“Gojo will deposit the money in your bank account, we just need to know the local folklore around it. We suspect that a curse escaped from there.”

“So that's why you're here? Well, locals say that building was cursed from the start of construction, they think the grim reaper resides there.” Her arm snakes around Geto's body, her index trailing his shoulder “If you enter, whatever spirit resides there will suffocate you.”

“Fun!” Gojo exclaims and gets his phone out. It's a tan flip phone with stickers and a star charm. Geto will never admit it, but he helped decorate the phone and even gifted Gojo some of those stickers. “I'll send a message to Yaga.”

“And don't forget the money~”

A quick message to Yaga turned into a sermon for the two students, maybe they should not have called their mentor and instead returned to Tokyo with the broken vase, because now they were tasked to follow-up. This also meant they would have to stay at the sister school in Kyoto to minimise travel, which Utahime immediately protested.

And as expected, Gojo complains about this too, but for other reasons. “I cannot believe that we now gotta find this stupid curse.” He crosses his arms and pouts. “Are we there yet?”

“It’s literally been 5 minutes since the train departed.” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let’s just relax for the rest of the day, then begin this Kyoto-Nara manhunt tomorrow morning.” 

Guess this will be a long ride…

[drpeppertummy]

switchin things around & fantasizing about food i dont have

[stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs]

"Hey Laurie, what's the status on the chicken?"

"Almost done," she said, giving the cabbage a stir as she watched the cutlets sizzle away. She took a spoonful, blew on it gently, and tasted it.

"And the cabbage is ready," she added.

"Groovy," said Sunny. "This is gonna time out perfect. Hey, does this taste right?" He handed her a forkful of potato salad. Rather than take the fork, Laurie leaned forward and let him feed it to her.

"Perfect. Good job," she said, tousling his hair. He beamed up at her. Smiling, she turned back to the stove to check the chicken, and Sunny tossed the spätzle around in the pan. At Laurie's advice, he'd added a lot of butter, and the smell was fantastic, as was the smell of everything else. To Laurie, the kitchen smelled like holidays with the family, but today it was just the two of them. Sunny had asked her about spätzle earlier in the week, having never tried it himself, and after a long, mouth-watering conversation about food, the two had decided to plan a lunch. They'd spent the morning in the kitchen, laughing and bickering and getting in each other's way, and Laurie had spent a lot of time tasting. Too much, in fact; by the time lunch was on the table, she was already full.

The two friends sat down to a beautiful homemade lunch of crispy chicken schnitzel with a fragrant mushroom gravy, accompanied by warm German potato salad, pickled red cabbage, and spätzle fried in butter. They'd made a large amount of everything--Laurie felt that the sides in particular had a habit of running out quickly--and neither of them had been shy in measuring out their own portions. Despite being full from her repeated taste testing, Laurie had been looking forward to the meal for days, and she had no intention of going light.

Sunny's stomach growled loudly, and he scooped up a big bite of spätzle. He'd been tasked with making it while Laurie prepared the chicken, albeit under her close supervision. Her reasoning was that she had a specific way she liked to make the schnitzel, but really, she just found the spätzle-making process annoying. It was easy enough, though, and Sunny had done well.

"Damn, you weren't lying," he said with his mouth full. "This shit rules."

"Try it with the gravy," she said, and he did. He gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. She smiled.

It had been a while since Laurie had enjoyed a meal like this; it was the kind of thing usually reserved for holidays or family reunions. Ignoring her already full stomach, she ate with the same starved enthusiasm as Sunny. It wasn't long, however, before she really began to feel stuffed. Additionally, her tight, high waisted pants were beginning to dig uncomfortably into her belly. Still, the schnitzel would never be as good the next day. She disregarded the growing tightness in her belly and cut off another bite.

Sunny, having hoovered up his lunch like his life depended on it, sat back in his seat and let out a loud burp. Smiling contentedly, he rested his hands on his full tummy. Laurie stifled a laugh.

"For fuck's sakes, Sunny, have a little decorum," she scolded teasingly, pointing at him with her fork.

"It's not polite to point, Lauren," he retorted. She stuck her tongue out at him and continued working on her lunch.

As she ate, Laurie idly placed a hand on her belly, which was long since stuffed and beginning to reach its limit. She was startled at how round it felt. Looking down, she saw that her upper belly was bulging conspicuously over her belt, and the point of her heart-shaped belt buckle was poking uncomfortably into the soft swell of her lower belly. She stared down at her bloated middle for a moment, surprised. Laurie wasn't skinny by any stretch of the imagination, and any evidence of overfullness was often hidden by her pleasantly plump figure. She couldn't remember the last time her tummy had looked this big.

Having relaxed for a moment, Sunny stood up to wash his plate, and Laurie looked back at her own. She didn't have much left; it would've been silly to put the few bites she had back with the leftovers. Hesitantly, she picked her fork back up and continued eating. She was very aware now of how full she was. Her stomach felt very tight, and the belt constricting her distended belly was growing increasingly uncomfortable, but she thought she would be able to finish her lunch without pushing herself into a real stomachache.

Laurie finished the last little bit of schnitzel--that was highest priority, as it wouldn't heat up as well--and moved on to the few chunks of potato salad she had left. She felt like she'd already eaten a ton of it, and the potatoes were heavy and bulky in her stomach. Finishing that was enough to put her over the edge of discomfort. Holding one hand against her now aching belly, she scooped up a forkful of spätzle. There were only a few bites left of that, and, trivial as they seemed superficially, each bite built up the pressure in her stomach just a little bit more. Her soft belly was actually beginning to feel firm and taut under her hand, at least over her tightly packed stomach.

Finally, all that was left on Laurie's plate was a bite of cabbage. Without enthusiasm, she ate it and set her fork back down. She leaned back in her chair with a heavy sigh, resting both hands on her bulging belly. Sunny, who was cleaning up, looked over his shoulder at her and froze for a moment. He was just as surprised as she'd been.

"Jeez, Laurie, are you alright?"

"Yeah," she groaned, closing her eyes. "Just give me a second."

"Hey, why don't you go lie down? I'll finish cleaning up," he said.

"No way, I've seen the way you put things away." Laurie stood up cautiously, keeping a hand on her belly. It gurgled ominously at the sudden change in position.

"Well, you can fix it later," said Sunny. "You go lay down. And lose the belt, it's gonna squeeze your guts out your nose." Laurie laughed, snorting.

"You are so fucking repulsive," she giggled, giving him a playful shove. He flashed her a toothy grin and returned to the messy counter. Resigning herself to letting Sunny wreck the organization of her fridge, she left the kitchen and sat down on the couch. While she didn't trust him to put things away the right way, they were both certainly on the same page about the belt. With a soft grunt, she took it off and set it aside, and, after a moment of hesitation, unbuttoned her tight jeans as well. The relief was instant, but she was astonished at how enormously round her belly was now that it was free of its constraints. Sighing, she leaned back against the cushion, hands on her belly.

"You're not allowed to make fun of me for eating too much anymore," Sunny teased as he entered the room.

"That was awfully quick," Laurie said skeptically.

"Well, I just shoved everything all under the table, I'm sure it'll be fine," he joked. He sat down next to her, staring in amazement at her round tummy.

"It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if you did," she said, playfully pinching his side. He jerked away with a squeak, and she laughed.

"You better watch it, Laurie," he said, threatening to poke her belly. Grinning, she grabbed his hand and held it against her stomach.

"I'm putting you to shame today," she said.

"Damn, I'll say," said Sunny, surprised at the firmness under his hand. She let go, but he remained, gently rubbing her tummy. It gurgled softly as it struggled to digest everything she'd stuffed into it.

"Does it hurt?" He looked up.

"A little," she admitted. In addition to the quantity, she'd eaten a little too fast, and there was a big bubble of air fighting against her tightly stretched stomach. Sunny, who was all too familiar with the dangers of fast eating, pressed in lightly as he rubbed, trying to coax it out. Finally, he felt a rumble bubbling up under his hand, and she burped.

"Oh, god, it tasted like mushrooms," she wailed, and the two of them broke out into laughter.

[addicsvt]

mission tth (take the hint)

synopis: in which joshua tries to give you subtle hints about his love but you just seem to never take it pairings: bestfriend reader x bestfriend joshua tags: pure fluff (not proof read!)

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"y/n, wanna go to the movies?" Joshua asked you while you were sat next to him, spinning your pencil absent mindlessly.

"hmm? sure? when?" You asked curiously

"today. like after school?" He suggested which you replied to by nodding. Joshua thought going to the movies was somewhat romantic since he would ask you out but you seemed to completely dismiss that idea. You simply thought you were going there as friends to laugh at the movie and simply finish.

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Time soon did its thing and school had ended. You quickly met up with joshua outside, ready to walk to the movie theatre together.

The weather was chilly as you both walked down the street to your local cinema theatre. While walking you accidentally tripped on a pile of leaves that had built up on the pavement. You landed straight in the middle of the pile of leaves as joshua giggled at you. That bastard you thought to yourself.

Soon enough you made it to the movie theatre, joshua limping in as you kicked his leg for not helping you. You quickly walked in as you both purchased tickets to the new horror movie. Grabbing your caramel popcorn, you both walked into your assigned space and sat beside each other, placing your Sprite in the cupholder and resting the popcorn on your lap.

A good 45 minutes into the movie, joshua lifted the armrest between you guys since it was easier to share the popcorn that way. As you stuck your fingers in the box hoping to find a crispy caramel popcorn your finger accidentally grazed joshuas. You thought it was a coincidence, a good ol' coincidence. While joshua on the other hand was blushing like crazy.

An hour 30 minutes into the movie you were leaning slightly to joshua's side, since the suspense was building up and you were scared. There was suddenly a jumpscare and you shrieked grabbing joshua's arm unconsciously meanwhile joshua was blushing even harder. He secretly thanked the jumpscare.

Toward the second jumpscare you were already leaning on his shoulder nervous as the killer neared closer, your breathing heavied.

"shh it'll be okay." Joshua whispered in your ear, letting you know that he was there and you felt strangely comforted.

The movie soon ended and by the end you were all over joshua your hands somehow ended up being interlocked as you let go grabbing your sprite from the cupholder getting up from your seat as the end credits started rolling. Joshua followed looking like a blushing mess while you were just standing there indifferent.

Joshua wondered if you were clueless or just ignoring everything because how could you not see the clear signs?? that boy was infatuated with you. He decided to just say it to your face, if you weren't taking the hint now you definitely had to take it.

"y/n, i i have to tell you something." He said clearing his throat as a blush crept up his face.

"hm?"

"I i like you." He confessed blushing heavily as your mouth widened in shock.

"w-what??" You said clearly flustered, you thought that you and joshua had just been really close friends. Close friends being stealing each others clothes, going on each others beds, going on cafe dates hangouts.

"well uhm, I I like you too." You said smiling with an awkward thumbs up.

"Wanna be a couple?"

"Sure."

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I MADE Y/N SO CLUELESS AND AKWARD LOL 😭😭😭

[yuyu1024]

Won't you regret it?

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cheating (dont ever do this guys), probably mention of food, alcohol & smoking, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kikk/fetish, semi public, fingering

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. There is a part 2 for this ♥️

Title is "I think... I love you"

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

***

I just got married. Literally just yesterday and I can't fucking believe it.

I've always thought that I would never get married. Not that I don't want too. It's just no guy ever likes me to that extent. I am in my late 20s. Well actually going on thirty in a few months. But surprisingly, here I am.

I married this guy because I was told to. I had to. My parents sold me like a piece of meat in exchange of a deal for the business. Typical drama shit. Now, I am going to be stuck in an enormous house pretending to be happy even though I am even unsure how will this work.

As far as I know, based on the few months I have known him before marriage, I don't think we have anything in common. He is a few years younger than me, he works in corporate in their family business while I just do art for leisure and part time job as you may say coz I do sell most of my work. Next thing is, he's so fucking handsome. He is a great catch. Tall, handsome, smart, successful and seems kind. (Sexy also btw) On the other hand, I do look normal, not sophisticated nor a fashionista. I am also a bit curvey than what people nowadays say, the standard beauty. So... He is so out of my league.

I pity him. I know I am not happy about the marriage per say but he's on a great loss on it too. He is stuck with me. A boring, not smart, not feminine nor pretty looking enough.

Oh well. Goodluck to us.

***

"What are you doing?"

I jump a little when I suddenly heard his voice, making me stop sketching on my pad. "Hmm?" I turn my face to look back at him where he's sitting. "What?"

"I said... what are you doing?" He stands up and makes his way to the balcony where I am sitting.

"I'm just... trying to..." I feel awkward explaining to him what I was doing.

I was just drawing yes. However, it's nothing special. I was just letting my hands move on its own as I am drowning in my thoughts about us, this marriage.

"Is that the church where we got married yesterday?" He asks as he sees my sketch pad.

"Yeah... it just came into my mind... while... I was thinking of anything to draw..." I shyly close it and hide it from him.

"You're mother told me... you love to draw and paint... and to see it in person... it's amazing." He says

I could feel his huge presence behind me. His aura feels different from the guy I married yesterday or even the guy I've been seeing the past few months for the preparation of our wedding. He sounds more soft spoken and warm. I thought he will be the strict kind or a cold hearted douche bag behind the curtain

"Thank you." I quietly answer

We're both silent for quite some time. It's not that we are that awkward but I guess both of us got mesmerized to see the beautiful sunset happening right in front of us. The sky sort of blends with the sea as the light reflect onto the water. It's out of this world!

"It's so beautiful..." I mumble as I let the crispy cool wind blew my hair off my shoulders.

"It's indeed beautiful..." he utters. He then move beside me, to sit down.

His eyes are sparkling. And a hint of smile spreads on his lips.

He really seem is a nice person. He is just unlucky he got married to me. A responsibility and a duty for his family.

"What time are we going to have sex?" I spat out

His head snaps back to look at me, stunned. "What?" And then after he processed what I just asked him, he snorts a laugh out "Right... you're mother also told me that you are a bit...straightforward."

"Sorry..." I look away. "I just.. you know..."

"And she said... you're cheeks get red when you are embrassed."

"Wow... You've talked to my mother quite a bit huh?"

"Well..." he stood up and goes behind me again. "When you were doing fittings... she made sure I was not bored waiting..."

My head follows him as he get in his position behind me. "She must've said a lot of embarassing things about me too...?"

He hums as he thinks. "Not much."then he starts to lean in a little bit, his hand goes sliding down on the both sides of the chair I am sitting on. "Just... a few funny moments when you were a baby..."

My heart is pounding off my chest. His face is just inches away from mine. His eyes are scanning me. Is he watching my reaction? What does he want?

"What are you doing?" I ask

"Nothing..." he answers softly. Almost a whisper. "I just...I..."

He is kissing me. He's fucking kissing me! Oh my goodness! Well yeah we did seal the wedding with a kiss but that was just a peck. This is our first damn kiss.

We continue to make out like it has been due but not gonna lie, him making me turn my head like this to face him is straining my neck. HOWEVER fuck that shit. He is kissing me so damn good!

He then pulls away from the kiss leaving me hanging and wanting more.

"Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes..."

"Good."

I squeal as he carries me off the chair, dropping everything I'm holding.

He throws me onto the bed and starts to unbutton his shirt. "Since you asked about us having sex... I guess we could go straight into it?"

Climbing on top of me, shirtless, I am in awe how fucking fine this man is. Damn. I guess there is something good about this arrange marriage after all.

"Okay... game..." I answer, giddy.

I go ahead unhook my bra and throw it away whilst still wearing my fitted off shoulder top.

"Do you mind if I?" He point at my floral skirt

"Go ahead..." my voice is shaky

He goes down and personally takes off my skirt along with my panties.

"We'll take it slow... and..." he is so cautious talking to me all of a sudden. He must be nervous too.

"Where is the brave guy who carried and thrown me on the bed?" I tease, smiling.

He chuckles, "I am still here... just... controlling it in." He then kisses me on my cheek. "We are married... yes... and its our duty to fuck and what.. but... I still want to respect you... as a woman... and do this right..."

I put my arms around his nape. "You are doing good." I whisper.

He is massive. His length is lengthy. I am lost of words to explain it but he perfectly fits me. I think more than perfect actually. I could really feel him IN me. Full, warm, and pulsating.

"Y/n..." he cries my name as our hands linked together. "Y-you... ugh..." he is shaking and sweating like me.

"Are you trying to say... it feels good?" I kiss his cheek

"Fuck yes." He hiss.

He is sweating bullets. His eyes never left my face. He is really gazing at me, seeing me get wrecked by him. It's not weird. It's like he is admiring me also absorbing every moan that escapes my lips. If that makes sense.

We continued until both of us came and pass out from extreme adrenaline. We are exhausted but it was a blast.

"So, since I'm in birth control... we'll always do it raw?" I ask, still panting

He laughs again. He does enjoy it when I say random things and straight to the point.

"If that's what you want. But to be fair, I am okay using cond0ms."

"Okay."

"Okay."

***

A few months later, so far... I'm still married. Yey for arrange marriage. (Sarcastic)

Yes we started as strangers forced to be married and I thought we would be worst; fighting or being enemies like the ones I see in movies and drama but because of our one week honeymoon it shifted a little. We got to know each other a little and we talked about our bounderies. It was all good. It's like a good partnership but on a business level.

Anyways, yeah. It's all good. However, there's one thing missing in our deal lately. "Sex"

We did quiet a lot during our honeymoon. Like, a lot... a lot. I didn't even know I could do a marathon like that. And if I was not on birth control I swear I'm pregnant now. That's how much seeds I got from him.

However, after we got back from abroad Yunho became busy. His schedule is hectic and he is barely home or in the country. So we barely get the time to do it. We do a few make out sessions here and there but not on a regular basis. Their family business is on steroids like everyday is a peak season. I hate it but I can't complain about it.

I never dared to ask him for his time or even a date (not that I need a date but yeah). We just started to connect, to make this work but got drifted apart the second we got back. He became a stranger to me again. It's like meeting him for the first time every 3 to 4 days that he's back.

I want this to work. I need it to work. Because we will be together for a long time.

"Y/n!" my mother-in-law welcomes me to her home. "Thank you for visiting me..." she hugs me and pats my back. "So sad Yunho is out of town and can't come..."

"Yeah, he have been... busy." I agree, smiling.

"Come, I'll introduce you to my friends and their sons. They are Yunho's childhood friends."

"Oh..."

I follow her walk from the foyer, across the living room and out to the terrace and until we reach the gazebo where the three elegant ladies are waiting.

"Here she is." Mrs. Jeong says as we both arrive. "Isn't she lovely?"

All three ladies cheer as they see me. They complimented how I look and how I am the best wife for Yunho. I smile at each of their words but I don't know what they meant by best wife when I barely became a wife to him. He's not here.

"By the way, this is my son... Mingi." The lady with the bob hair cut says pointing to the tall guy, wearing a very loose and unbuttoned top, sitting on the fence. "Mingi! Stop smoking and come here." She calls

He jumps off the fence and put off his cigarette on the ashtray. "Mingi." He sturnly says. We both shake hands and nod at each other.

"And I'm San... and this is Yeosang." A man with broad shoulders on the other side introduces him and himself.

"Aren't they all charming." Mrs. Jeong says to me.

"They are." I smile and bow to all three

The catch up continued for quite sometime until it started to drizzle a little bit. It didn't bothered me but the ladies are not into it. They all cutely panicked and hurried their way back into the house.

I tell them that I will stay and just draw for a bit and I'm glad Mrs. Jeong allowed me. She is sweet and kind. She also supports my hobby.

I got into my zone sketching and trying to capture the beauty of the garden. I didn't even noticed that I've been drawing for more than an hour already.

"You paint to right?"

I raise my glance up and see Mingi, the guy with the deep ass voice earlier. He is smoking again.

"I do."

"Mrs. Jeong boasted about your works to my mother last week. She said... you are talented."

"She's kind. I'm just... alright." I go back to sketching whilst he makes his way closer to where I am sitting

"Do you paint people too?"

My hand stops. "People?"

"Yeah... I meant... portrait... not on people..."

I laugh at his panic reaction. "I know what you ment... why do you ask?"

"Could you paint one for me?" He blows a puff of smoke and then leans his back, crossing his legs. "Don't worry... I will pay."

"I'm not questioning if you will and can pay... but..."

"But what?"

"I don't paint... requests... for now..." I look away. "I'm trying to explore ideas... and learn more... for now... I only paint what I find beautiful...and interesting... the ones I am selling, those are old painting..."

"I see..." he flicks his cigarette on the ashtray.

"Yeah, sorry... Maybe you could find somebody else to paint your parents and--"

"Who said it's for my parents?"

I look at him, confused. "Then... who are you requesting for?"

He smirks, lightly bitting his lower lip. "Me."

"Oh."

"Will you still not paint me?"

"Ahm... sorry...but..."

"Why?" He raises a brow. "Don't you find me beautiful and... interesting?"

Fuck yeah he is beautiful. Sharp eyes and nose. Plump and rosey lips. And a nice built of body. He is huge but lean.

Yunho... my husband is leaner and taller.

"Do you really want me to do a painting of you or you are trying to mess with me?"

"Both." He's so honest. "So tell me, what can I do to peak your interest?"

Fuck. What's going on? Why is he coming at me like this? So bluntly, in broad daylight and in my husband's family home.

"Y/n..." Yunho then suddenly appears. He's still wearing his suit.

"Look who just arrived." Mingi smiled and stands up, welcoming his pal. "Fresh from the airport I pressume."

"Yeah..." both of them quickly hugs and do their handshake.

They have a friendship handshake. And this Mingi, is trying to suggest someting to me just a few seconds ago. What the fuck? Is he doing it on purpose? Is he testing me if I would cheat?

"Just met your wife..." Mingi says, "I'm asking for her to paint something for me... but she refuses."

Glad he didn't lie.

"All of a sudden? You want a painting?" Yunho asks

"Well... I just do." He shrugs his shoulder. "Plus... I want to be friends with your wife."

"Don't worry... he's an ass sometimes but most of the time he's good." Yunho says to me, smiling.

He talks to me like we've never been apart for more than a week. After not having one text nor a call from him. He's a great actor. (Why am I so irritated?)

"I just arrived and saw you two from afar so I said hi... I'll just go inside and meet mom and the rest." Yunho says

"Go ahead... and mingle with the mother earths... I'll stay here with your wife."

"Okay."

***

After the sun setting down, I grab my things and go inside where Yunho and the others were.

I cautiously emerge from the glass door from the terrace. "What happened to your skirt?"

I startle as I see Yunho. "Oh." I look down at my skirt and see the dark stains on it. "From my hand probably..." I show him my left hand that have charcoal color stains as well from me sketching.

He then comes closer and suddenly gives me a kiss on my temple. "I missed you." He mumbles under his breathe

I look up to my tall husband, "Missed me? But you never even texted me or called me this week." My brows are crunching and shows how irritated I am. We had a deal. We make efforts for this fixed marriage at least. "I texted you... multiple times asking you when will you come home... and to my surprise... you arrive today."

He snorts a smile. "Straightforward as ever." He tugs the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "I was busy. That's all. I didn't even have time to text my mother too."

"So, every time you go abroad or out of town... should I expect cold treatment from you?"

"No..." he shakes his head, "No... it's just..."

"You told me to not ask anything about your work for your family's business... I get that. But atleast just let me know if I would sleep alone in the bed for one week. I have needs okay?"

He smiles again, "needs?" He repeats, sounding amused

"You know what I mean..." I roll my eyes and walk pass him but before I could totally leave the area he follows me and take my hand.

"Do you want to fuck later?" He blurts out, smiling

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Mingi is chuckling as he hear Yunho. "Buddy.... what a topic to hear."

"Go away, Mingi. This is a private matter."

(Part 2 of this, checked pinned post. 'I think... I love you')

Wearing a playful smile, Mingi raises his hands as gesture of surrender and says, "Fine. I'm going anyways... mom asked me to drive her home so... see you!"

"See you whenever." Yunho answer

"Nice meeting you, Mrs. Jeong." He says to me, winking.

I didn't answer him. I just bowed and looked away quickly. I don't want to react to him that much because.... well... earlier...

I don't know what fucking happened. But the next thing I know after Yunho left to go inside the house, Mingi and I argued. He kept on asking me to paint him which I kept saying no. I even asked him face to face why is he messing with me. I remembered walking away from him.

However he did follow me and well... it... went downhill after that.

Can you believe me when I say, I was hiding behind a big ass tree earlier? legs spread and being eaten by a wolf man named Mingi?

"F-fuck..." I breathe out, clutching onto my skirt for dear life. That's where I get the stain in my dress from my hand. "We... might... get... ahhhh... caught..." my eyes are leaking with tears. Even my voice and body is shaking. And I can't stop moaning. It's THAT GOOD.

I've been craving for sex or anything sensual from Yunho for the past days but since he's busy and away, I haven't had sex for quite some time and this... THIS cures the itch.

"Fuck! Mingi!" I grab him by his hair and pull him away.

He gets up and growls at me. "Do you really want me to stop, baby girl?"

I'm dying. I am aroused, needy and I fucking want more but "This is not right... I'm... I'm married..."

"So?" He smirks and then goes on to kneading my covered breasts. "You know you want it too." He bites onto my covered n!pple. "You are wet for me baby girl...you are turned on... by me..."

"I'm married... to your friend..." I'm still catching my breathe

"He does not have to know..." pushing my boob out of my bra and start sucking on it. I could feel his tongue circling over my tip.

What the fuck. This is wrong but why do my body react to it like it is the right thing to do?

"Don't you... want it...?" He's eyes are so alluring. "Me sucking you... whenever you want and need?"

His voice plus the way he speaks is so intoxicating. And the way he sucks my breast. Damn it! My breast is one of my thing when it comes to intimacy. I'm sensitive and in heaven when you play around it and I know my full breast give the other person pleasure as well.

"And this..." his long fingers goes back down to my core, teasing my already wet folds. "Can you feel how wet you are for me baby girl?"

"Ughhh..." I throw my head back.

"I can put one in and..." he slowly eases one digit in. "Do this..." he thrust his finger in me vigorously.

"Oh shit!" My mouth drops as he fucks me with it

He growls under his breathe, "You are tight... squeezing my finger. I could imagine how good it must feel if I put my c0ck in you."

"Here?!" I gasp

"No baby girl, don't worry. I won't do that..." he pulls his finger out of me and kisses my exposed breast, leaving a mark just right in my cleavage. "If we're going to fuck... I want you to feel safe and..." then he runs his tongue from my n!pple up to my collarbone. "to enjoy it as well. Remember, I am here to please you baby girl."

He thrust his fingers more. Faster. I am barely hanging on him. I could feel my nails digging onto his shoulder.

"A-ahh!" I throw my head and I could feel my hips moving along with his rythm. "I'm going to come..." I cry

"Come for me." He growls as he is inserting another digit. "Is this it?" He asks curving his fingers in me

"Holy shit!" I squeal as he hits it. He found my spot.

My mouth is open in O shape. I am barely breathing and barely holding it in. I want to fucking scream but we can't get caught.

"C'mon baby girl... let it out."

"Fuck!"

I came and collapsed on him. I can't fucking believe this! I am on high from the f!ngering he did that even though I knew this is not right, me dealing with him, but then again I said yes.

"Okay...fine." I breathe out. "I'll paint you..."

He pauses and a smile beams from his lips. He understood what I meant by that.

"You won't regret it." He lowers his head and continues to lick onto my sensitive tips

[voxsbf]

Do you like sandwiches? If so, what kind of sandwiches? I prefer subs myself (mmm Jersey Mikes) but there's also salad sandwiches and PB&J. And yes this is bread related because a sandwich is not a sandwich without bread. What kind of bread is best for a sandwich?

i do like sandwiches…i like sub/similar sandwiches when i want an actual sub(heh)stantial thing (i had so many veggie subs and sandwiches at university…would love to specify what kind but it depended on my mood. usually spinach and carrots as a baseline because texture and i like spinach a lot then fun stuff like onion and cucumber and hummus sometimes and just lots of stuff depending on my mood and they had this pesto stuff i liked…usually id get a mild cheese because strong cheese with just vegetables is. hmm not my favorite but it needed that for texture reasons too). as far as what bread i liked for those, it so depended on my mood but usually just…something firm but not too firm? those aren’t my favorite soft bread sandwiches but i dont want the bread to be too hard, just something a little crispy when toasted

but i also do love sweet sandwiches sometimes. sometimes i just crave peanut butter and jelly out of nowhere??? i can eat too many of those i think so i have to stop myself from making infinite sandwiches and i like a few other sweet sandwiches a lot (peanut butter and honey, anything with nutella when im in the mood for it, etc.) but as far as bread is concerned i like any very soft bread for it, typically i just use like a loaf of bread you could pick up at most stores, nothing fancy for that. it’s a simple sandwich

if you want a general answer for what kind of bread is best for a sandwich, i think you’re misunderstanding why there are so many types of bread and sandwiches in the first place. it depends on what you’re in the mood for, what flavors would go with the sandwich, bread to ingredients ratio, how the textures work together…i couldn’t name one favorite sandwich for the same reason. it’s like asking me to choose a favorite son, except i actually like sandwiches.

also, not a big fan of salad sandwiches as a concept, but that is because i am not a cat. don’t @ me

[magnoliamyrrh]

Game Hint!: Make up for the lack of musaka pics by dropping the recipe

my pleasure!

take tomatoes, eggplants, idk what its called in english but that thing which isnt zucchini but its like it but light green or yellow, potatoes (sometimes), onions if u want even and cut them into rings of about 1 1/2 cm thickness. pan fry them (u can also skip the tomatoes on this if u want it gets a bit messy) in oil until they turn golden. can use either sunflower or olive oil, olive oil is healthier but heavier. if you want less oil in it and you want it to be lighter, skip this step

chop up some onion and slowly pan fry it (to turn soft, not crispy). take ground meat (can be beef or lamb or turkey but beef is what we most commonly use) and add that in there. add tomatoes in some form - bullion, chop up your own, use pre decided tomato sauce in there. season with salt, pepper, paprika (can also add cumin if u want). optional u can also fry up some garlic and throw it in there, but it will not be as light. when the mixture cools down, mix in a raw egg in there

we generally make it in thick ceramic pots for baking. layer some vegetables, put a layer of the meat sauce, layer some more vegetables on there, keep doing this until u run out with preferably a layer of vegetables on top. put in oven at around 180 c idk

mix in a bowl two eggs with cascaval which is shredded (sorry dont know the name of this in english either but look up photos). if not that than i guess like,,, those mexican cheese blends or provolone would work..? when the musaka is abt halfway done pour it over the top of it :) dont wanna add it from the beginning bc it might get burned!

we tend to make it different in warm weather vs cold weather. in warm weather we tend to not add potatoes, sometimes to not pre-cook the vegetables, to use turkey meat, not use garlic or only a little, and to season it less heavily but to add chopped up fresh greens like dill or parsely. we also tend to keep it in the oven a little less time so that the whole thing is lighter. in the winter we tend to use beef, add potatos, pre cook the vegetables, keep it longer in the oven, and season it more heavily.