#white button mushrooms are already on the list

[chronotopes]

newly addicted to pickling jalapeños… somebody tell me what to pickle next

[covetousdimidiation]

"Stir fry it is." Vlad pulls out a pan and sets it on the stove. he could use a wok, but decided against it, as this is for a beginner. "Wash your hands." He's already washed his own, but he washes them again, out of courtesy.

"Now, we could make or cook our own noodles, but usually small markets or shops will sell them already made and tender, and that is plenty good for a stir fry." He pulls out a packet of pre-steamed noodles with standard food text in Chinese on it.

"For the vegetables, however, you should learn proper knifework even though you can buy them pre-sliced." Vlad takes out a cutting board, and begins laying out the ingredients Danny had listed, "Squash and especially zucchini will release a lot of water, so we want to handle those first to give them time to drain out, so they cook and char instead of sogging everything. But before starting to cook anything, one should get all the ingredients needed and lay them out. That way one does not get caught unaware in the middle of cooking, missing a vital ingredient."

Vlad uses a tray on the counter to hold the ingredients he's pulling out. Steak from the fridge, lush and thick, spaghetti squash, zucchini, white button and shiitake mushrooms, the previously mentioned noodles, some garlic, green onions, ginger, soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, gochugaru flakes, a bit of corn starch, and some beef stock. His cabinets and refrigerator are meticulously organized and impeccably well stocked with whatever he could want for cooking or baking.

He takes out a wood cutting board and a pair of knives, identical to one another.

"Once you have everything out, then you begin preparing everything. Again, this should be done before a single ingredient touches heat. For stir fry especially, many parts of it will go quite quickly. So you need everything to hand in the quantity and form it will be going in, so you can drop it into the pot at the right time so that it will all finish cooking at the same time." Vlad takes out little bowls, setting them on a new tray, so that processed ingredients can go in them. It's his system, all neat and orderly. If he is going to teach someone, he is not going to cut corners on best practices. There are a lot of different skills that can be learned from this meal and applied elsewhere in simpler forms.

"Watch me slice this zuchinni. Take note of my grip on the blade, and the control of the food using the other hand, as well as the curled fingers on that hand to prevent injuries." Vlad makes sure he moves more slowly than usual with his slicing, giving Danny time and space to observe.

"Now, you try." He moves aside, to give Danny room at the cutting board.

Normally, his ADHD would zone him out mid-ramble... But he was listening intently. He didn't mind the lack of peanut options—

There was plenty of meals that could be made without peanuts!

He thought about the options while Vlad spoke before he made a decision, nodding his head.

"What I own doesn't really matter at this point— But I think I've made a decision. Stir fry sounds pretty good... One with noodles, steak, and mixed veggies? Oh! Squash and Zucchini, and mushrooms—"

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he pressed his hands together, a grin forming across his lips. He was serious about learning, too. It'll give him something to do between his jobs Clockwork gives him.

[lawful-evil-novelist]

The Smiling One Recipes #1: The Stew from Chapter 10

Hey guys!  I know we’re all still recovering from the nightmare that was chapter 10, but for a little interactive game to ease tensions and also display how absolutely mad I am, I decided  I wanted to share some of the food eaten in The Smiling One, and Chapter 10 happens to be the first time I give a simpler recipe: a one-pot rabbit stew.  It’s a modified version of the traveler’s stew from Heroes’ Feast, but it’s absolutely a good, hearty meal that is very comforting if, say, the writer of the fanfic you’re 10 chapters into just served you a massive gut-punch cliffhanger without any remorse.

Now I wanna give a few fair warnings before we really start because although this stew is simple, I know not everyone is very versed in cooking:

Make sure you are as mentally prepped as you are physically prepped.  Stew is simple but it is also extremely time consuming and labor intensive.  If you don’t have the spoons to cook, don’t force yourself to cook.

Make sure you know your ingredients before you go get them.  If you’re like me and can’t get a hold of or afford an ingredient, find a substitution.  I’ll have a few listed that I used for the sake of helping you guys out.  Just be aware it will change the end-result slightly.

Prep in advance and clean as you go.  The nice thing about stew is there are long periods where you’re not really doing much and that is the perfect time to get some cleaning done, provided all your other ingredients were already prepared and set aside for when you need them.  If you need to cut something, cut it before you start; it’ll save you a ton of time.  I’ll have the prep included in the recipe.

Cooking is more of an art than a science.  If you think something should be removed, added, or modified, feel free to do so.  You don’t need to work in exacts.

Alright with all that in mind, let’s get into ingredients.  For the stew, you’ll need the following:

¼ cup all-purpose flour

1 ½ pounds cremini mushrooms (if you cannot find these, use white button mushrooms, they’re the same species)

1 ½ pounds rabbit (rabbit is hard to find, if needed, chicken thighs of the same weight can be substituted)

4 tbsp vegetable oil (this is how much I used, you may need more or less depending)

1 cup mead/red wine*

4 cups of bone broth (chicken preferably)

1 teaspoon sweet paprika

1 large yellow onion

2 russet potatoes (if you want to use yukon gold potatoes, use 3)

2 carrots

*A note on cooking with wine and mead: Wine comes in a lot of types based on grape and aging process.  I used zinfandel because I actually drink that wine, but it’s actually not very good for cooking with lighter meats.  Merlot is usually the wine recommended, I just don’t like merlot and don’t want to waste wine.  Mead should, obviously, not be carbonated, and keep in mind that while wine will add a fruity body to the drink, mead will add a sweetness.  If you wanna go for fic accuracy, in the chapter the alcohol being used is probably mead.

The first step in this process is prep, which is the second most labor-intensive part of the recipe:

Wash, stem, and cut your mushrooms into bite-sized pieces.  Mushrooms are almost always really dirty so make absolutely sure you’ve washed them thoroughly (I’m bad at that don’t be me).  Put the mushrooms in their own bowl.

Peel and chop your carrots into 1/2-inch slices.

Peel and chop your onion, the cut job doesn’t need to be pretty, it just needs to be small enough to cook through.  I’m really bad at cutting onions so stew allows me to hide my mistakes.

Peel and chop your potatoes into roughly 1-inch pieces.  Put the potatoes, onions, and carrots in the same bowl they go in at the same time.

If you’re using rabbit, like Drizzt you may have to skin/debone/cut the meat yourself, same with the chicken.  I managed to get ahold of boneless, skinless chicken thighs so all I had to do was cut it into bite-sized pieces.

Once all your food is prepped, it’s time to cook!

Pre-Cook Your Mushrooms

Heat 1 tbsp of vegetable oil in a large pot on medium-high, heat until shimmering (I’m using a cast-iron dutch oven, they’re an indispensable part of any kitchen really).

Shimmering: Not smoking, not bubbling, just hot enough to be very fluid and water should evaporate when flicked into it.

Add your mushrooms and cook them until the liquid is released and evaporated.  Transfer them into a bowl and set aside.

Note: Mushrooms release liquid when heated, you MUST pre-cook them or you’ll make the stew watery.

Brown Your Meat:

Mix flour, pepper, salt, and a little paprika into a bowl and add your meat, toss the meat in the flour mixture until fully coated.

Add another tbsp of oil to the pot and heat until shimmering.

Add your meat in batches so as to not overcrowd.  You’re just browning the meat so it does not need to be fully cooked.  Make sure each piece is browned on all sides and transfer into a bowl before starting the next batch.  Add oil as needed.  When the meat is all browned, set the bowl aside.

This part of the recipe is labor-intensive and takes a decent amount of time, be prepped for that.

Cooking the Stew Proper:

Add your wine, then use it to scrape off any pieces of chicken or mushroom stuck to the bottom of the pot.  This is called deglazing and it gives you something to do while the alcohol cooks off the wine.  Not cooking off the alcohol just makes your stew taste like booze and that’s not great.

Add your meat, broth, and paprika, bring to a simmer, then lower the heat and cover.

Let cook for 1 ½ to 2 hours.  This is the part of cooking that’s a bit of a waiting game, it’s a good time to clean up any messes you’ve left or do other chores (or be me and write down the process of cooking a stew you made specifically because you don’t know how to stop investing way too much time and spoons into a fanfiction, I’m not your mom).

Add the onions, carrots, potatoes, and mushrooms and continue to cook for about 30 minutes.

Serve hot and add salt and pepper as needed/desired.

I like stew with sourdough bread so I went out and bought some, you don’t need to do that, serve it however you like and enjoy!  I’m gonna go lie down.

[1eaf-me-alone]

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event: closed 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Welcome to my forest, where trees grow tall and dreams, like stars in the night sky, fall. Take your fate into your hand as you traverse this enchanted woodland. Come in and have a look around mind your step and take care as I guide you around the forest. Make sure to take a basket to fill it along the way, pick wisely as you won’t get another chance to stay. ~~~~~~~~~~~ section 1: you enter the forest, walking through the tangled roots and long trees. You stop- the trees part way as you arrive at a clearing. Small mushrooms are dotted around the place and each one are different from the other. You may choose only one to place in your basket please pick below.

Destroying angel- hurt/ comfort

Death cap- major character death

White button- domestic fluff

Cremini- childhood friends to lovers

Wild mushrooms- rivals to lovers

golden chanterelles- modern au

fool’s funnel- fake dating

shiitake mushrooms- historical au

truffles- royalty

Panther cap- breaking their trust

Amanita muscaria- angst

deadly webcam- secret agent au

magic mushroom- crack fic

porcini- other(please specify)

Section 2: you walk through the forest again, high up the birds chirped and the leaves fell, catching against the wind- small creatures and insects scuttled amongst the bushes. You enter a second clearing. This time smaller than the one before as the light shone through a small gap in the tree. You may choose a berry (or two) to keep with you.

Baneberry - “I should have told you a long time ago”

Raspberry - “you love me?”

cherry- “one last kiss?”

Holly - “I’m sorry I …. didn’t know”

Elderberry- "I thought you forgot about me."

Blueberry - “"You should smile more, it's quite adorable."

Cloudberries- “aww did you miss me?”

cranberries- “I think I’m falling in love with you ”

Ivy berries - “don’t worry I’m staying right here”

Gooseberry - “you remembered?”

bilberry- “I cared for you… I care for you”

blackberry - “you’re the only person I care for in this world”

~~~~~~~~~~

So, you’ve already walked through the forest to collect your supplies? Here’s the rules for the event:

You may pick one trope/ genre out of the list above. After that pick a character and writing prompt/s (you may pick either 1 or 2) you would like me to write for. (Characters I write for listed below) you may specify who is saying the writing prompt. Depending on what trope you pick the writing prompt will have a different interpretation and meaning .

in your ask you may like to add your idea for the fic- or a vague summary of what you would like to happen (only if you want to) if not then you’re relying on my creative liberty. An ask may look something like this:

“hello! In my basket I have truffles and raspberries could I please ask for Kazuha (Kazuha saying it to reader) ?”

“hey can I please have a destroying angel mushroom and a Blackberry, with Xiao- thanks :)”

I am leaving 8 slots until I close the event and will get on working with my writing, so if you want to send something be quick! (I might add more depending on how well I’m doing)

to avoid being repetitive I’ll cross out tropes that have already been used and some writing prompts

characters I write for :

Kazuha

cyno

albedo

Xiao

Heizou

Request Queue:

[vinceaddams]

What would your ideal outfit for a ball at Lost Hope be?

Ooh that's a good question! In the book they all wore very up to date fashionable clothing there, but 1810's is later than my favourite eras of fashion, so I'll assume I can dress more like they did in the mini-series where everyone's in fashions of various different eras.

(Not the most accurate, but hey, they're mostly extras and it's a fantasy scene so I don't mind, especially since the main characters have such good costumes.)

With the lighting it's hard to tell what the colours are, but it looks to be a lot of pale greenish greyish colours, which I quite like. I am very fond of lichen-y greens.

My first instinct would be to say a 1740's or 50's suit with frogging on the coat, kind of like this one, but in foresty colours to give it a mossy appearance.

(Georges-Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon, by François-Hubert Drouais, 1753.)

I'm not sure if that would be appropriate for a ball though. I don't know for sure, but I get the impression that these frogged coats tend to be more informal? And quite a large portion of them are fur lined ones which I think are more for at-home wear.

It would be so much fun to make frogging that looked like little clusters of lichen and mushrooms, on a fabric that's.. hmm, maybe light brownish grey silk brocade that's woven to look like stylized tree bark texture. And I'd have a contrasting waistcoat in lichen green, with a lichen and mushroomy pattern either embroidered or woven to shape.

And of course the usual accessories - shoes with pretty buckles, white stockings, queue bag, plain white neck stock. I'd have my hair nicely styled like this (or Maybe a wig, since my hair is getting quite thin and harder to style):

(Maurice Quentin De La Tour, Self portrait, 1751)

But if propriety forbids my possibly informal frogged coat then I think I'd have go 1730's. I do love love love the fashions of 1785-95, but I'm honestly not so keen on the court dress from that era. That particularly popular style of polychrome floral embroidery on dark velvet with little woven geometric patterns just doesn't do it for me. Late 80's-early 90's is my long time favourite, but more for the fun mix and match stuff, and all the wacky patterns and embroideries. I'm also not quite as fond of the cuts of late 18th-early 19th century court suits as I am of everything else.

But the 30's! No weird mixing of dark geometric velvet and bright florals! And the fuller coat skirts would look nicer while dancing. (I don't know how to dance at all, but I'm assuming I'd learn pretty quickly if I was kidnapped by fairies and sent to dance at a ball all night every night.)

I'd want a suit that's cut basically the same as this 1730's one I finished last year.

But with the breeches and the coat in plain velvet in either green or brown, and the coat cuffs and waistcoat in a contrasting brocade in mostly pale greens and greys. I like it when the coat has contrasting cuffs made of the same fabric as the waistcoat, and it continues well into the 18th century in some capacity, but was much more popular earlier. Which makes sense, since it works so much better with those bigger styles of coat cuff!

(John Vanderbank - John Bourchier, 1732)

Yeah I could just use a plain contrasting silk and embroider it instead, but I'd prefer to do that thing where you've got a gorgeous brocade with an absolutely enormous asymmetrical pattern and the repeat is so big that you can't see the whole design on your waistcoat, and certainly not on your coat cuffs, so you've got unique and varied little chunks of the design.

(Young Knight of the Order of St John by Antonio David, c. 1730, detail)

(Portrait of a Gentleman, Louis-Michel Van Loo, 1734, detail.)

So a big brocade like that, but in a more whimsical pattern depicting twisty old trees and mushrooms and lichen and such. It's a good thing the fabric I'm describing doesn't exist to tempt me, so I can't add this to my already horribly long "to sew" list.

And with the buttons and buttonholes all done in silver thread, like the ones above. Not this layout though, I'd want mine evenly spaced and I wouldn't put those extra buttons on the buttonhole side.

The shirt would be pretty much like the one in the above portrait, just a normal fancy shirt for the 30's with some nice lace. And as long as I'm describing fantasy textiles for a fairy ball, I also want a pattern of little mushrooms woven into the lace itself. Ohhh now I'm sad that I can't have some nice cotton or linen lace with a pattern of little mushrooms in it :( Maybe I could do some whitework embroidered ruffles like that someday...

Ok, yes, that is what I'd wear! 1730's suit in muted brown or green velvet with a waistcoat and coat cuffs in pale green/grey brocade with a huge woven pattern of forest-y things, and with silver buttons & buttonholes. Same accessories as I said for the one with the frogging, because stocks and queue bags and buckle shoes are in fashion for quite a long period of time. Normally the shoes and queue bag are black, but for this maybe I'd soften them down to a nice grey. Early 18th century men's shoes aren't nearly as cute as late 18th century men's shoes, but oh well! I'd still feel darn cute in such an outfit, with my big swishy coat and my hair in nice little poofy curled sections at the sides.

That was really fun to think about, thank you for asking!

[wicked-mind]

Betrayed: Chapter Seven

Summary of series: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 3k

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Warnings: Mostly just fluff (If there is some type of warning I should tag, let me know please xx)

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CHAPTER SEVEN- The Date That Never Happened

Within a few days, Y/n was back to herself. Dimitri hadn’t been in her head since she was taken by Alexei. The soreness that ached in her body from her fight with Alexei had faded. She was able to train again with Clint, who still had a fading bruise on his neck. Y/N apologized profusely for blowing up Clint’s car, but he told her an apology wasn’t necessary. She was excited to get back to normal and not have to be coddled by everybody like she was a delicate flower anymore.

As Y/N was down training with Clint, Bucky had plans surfacing in his mind. He wanted to have a proper date with Y/N, ask her to officially be his girl. He knocks on the door to Wanda’s and Y/N’s room. When the door floated open by itself, he steps into the doorway, looking to Wanda who was eating some waffles and watching an old black and white tv show.

Wanda looks at Bucky, swallowing the bite in her mouth, “Hey Bucky, I think Y/N is still training if you’re looking for her.” She said as she cut another piece of her waffle off to eat.

Bucky smiled and shook his head, “I know, I was actually looking for you. I need your help with something.” He said, leaning against the doorframe and folded his arms, “I want to give Y/N a proper date. You think you can get everybody cleared out tonight for a while?” He asks.

Wanda’s smile grew at the words, “I think I can manage that.” She said happily, “I’ll get everybody to go out for dinner tonight, make sure we give you two a few hours. What do you need me to do?” She put her breakfast on her bedside table, picking up a notebook to make a list on what she could help with.

Bucky smiles as he saw how enthused Wanda was with his idea, knowing already he had her approval when it came to Y/N, “I was going to go pick up some flowers and that mushroom ravioli she loves. I want it to be a surprise. I was thinking around 6 tonight?”

Wanda nods, scribbling down notes onto her notebook, “Okay, I’ll get Y/N ready and set everything up in the kitchen. I’ll get everybody out of here by 5:30.” She said, returning her gaze to Bucky with a smile, “It’ll be perfect, Y/N will be so excited when she realizes what is happening.”

Bucky smiled, looking down for a moment, “I hope so. Thanks for you help, Wanda.” He said, exiting the room to go on his mission to collect flowers and the food he planned to have tonight with Y/N, a grin across his face. He wanted tonight to be perfect for Y/N.

Wanda was busy at work, cleaning up the kitchen to make it sparkle. She found a vase for the flowers, placing it on the table as well as some candles. She was determined to make everything perfect for Bucky and Y/N’s date. Next, Wanda convinced everybody else to go out for dinner tonight. It didn’t take too much convincing, everybody could use a night out anyway and they were happy to help Bucky by clearing out of the facility for a couple hours. Next up on Wanda’s list, distracted Y/N until later and help her get ready. She found Y/N in their bedroom after training, freshly showered and eating a sandwich on her bed

“I’ve been looking for you.” Wanda huffed as she shut the door behind her, wondering if Y/N had noticed the empty vase and candles on the dinning table, “We are all going out for dinner tonight, the whole team, but I need some us time. Want to watch some Grey’s?” She plopped herself down next to Y/N on the bed, grabbing the remote to turn on Netflix.

Y/N nodded to the dinner comment, then pulled her eyebrows together at Wanda as she said she needed some time with her, “Everything okay?” She asks, finishing her sandwich and placing the now empty plate on the bedside table. Y/N wrapped an arm around Wanda, allowing them both to lay back on the single bed to watch Grey’s Anatomy together. They had almost made it through all the seasons on Netflix.

Wanda nodded, leaning back with Y/N, “Yeah, everything is great. I just wanted some us time before we all go out.” She smiled at her friend, before turning her attention to the tv show.

Y/N eyed Wanda suspiciously for a moment, before turning her attention to the tv as well. She happily watched the show with Wanda, laughing with her at the show. Once it was getting closer to dinner time, Wanda and Y/N started getting ready. Y/N wanted to wear just some jeans and nice shirt, but Wanda told her it was going to be a nice dinner and she would have to dress up a little. Y/N rolled her eyes at the thought of having to get all dressed up, but agreed. She changed into a dark blue dress that ended at just about her knees, slipping on some dark heels to match. Of course, she left the dog tags dangling around her neck but tucked them into her dress so only the chain could be seen. Y/N let Wanda curl her hair again as she put on some mascara to darken her lashes. She finished with painting her lips a soft red color.

Wanda smiled, “I’ll meet you there.” She lied, before floating out the door to see Bucky standing in the kitchen holding a bouquet of sunflowers mixed with red roses, “She’ll be out in a minute.” Wanda informed him, waving her hands and using her abilities to light the candles, dim the lights a little, float a wine bottle out of the chiller to the table, and have the tv start playing some soft romantic music. Wanda smiled at Bucky, “Good luck.” She sang before disappearing down the stairs to meet the rest of the team to leave him and Y/N alone for a while.

Y/N walked out, cursing at her shoes which were already hurting her feet. She paused as she walks into the kitchen, noticing the dim lights and music playing. Then her eyes fell on Bucky. He was standing there with a grin on his face, dressed in a dark button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore matching black pants with some black shoes. She looked at the flowers, then to him, a smile creeping across her lips. Y/N walked towards him as she took in the rest room, noticing the lit candles and food placed out at the table, “We aren’t going to dinner, are we?” She asks him softly, meeting his gaze.

Bucky smiled down at her, “No, doll.” He said softly, passing Y/N the flowers which she gladly accepted, “Wanda helped me get everybody out of here for a few hours so we can finally have that date.”

Y/N looked at the flowers, smiling at the colors before returning her eyes to his face. His words made her heart flutter. Finally they could have their date they always wanted, “I knew Wanda was up to something.” She said with narrowing eyes, before moving and placing the flowers in the vase on the table. She could feel Bucky follow behind her, staying close to her, “This is very nice, Bucky.” Y/N said as she turned to face him, “Thank you.”

Bucky smiled at Y/N. God, she was beautiful. He noticed her still wearing his dog tags around her neck even in the formal ware and it made him grin. The way Y/N moved drew him in closer. He wanted to be closer to her ever since he saw her again, and now he was finally able to show how much he cared for her. He reaches out and grabs her hand, leading her to her seat, “Anything for you.” He pulled out the chair for her to sit, “Now, let’s have some dinner before it gets cold.”

Y/N sat down, looking down at the mushroom ravioli she had been obsessed with since she found out it existed. A grin traced her lips as she realized just how hungry she was. She waited for Bucky to take his seat, watching as he poured them two half glasses of the dark wine. She bit her lip softly. Y/N couldn’t deny how perfect Bucky looked and how amazing he did putting this together. It made her pale cheeks flush into a small blush.

As they ate, the two smiled and joked at each other. Talking about numerous things including memories of their teenage years, how Steve used to put newspaper in his shoes, the games they’d play, and the adventures they’d go on all together. When they finished eating, they held hands on the table, smiling at each other. Bucky watched as Y/N raised the glass to her red lips, once again filled with envy for the glass. He wanted so badly to be in the glass’s place on her lips. Bucky stood, carrying their empty plates to the sink, before returning and holding out his hand to Y/N, wanting to hold her close for a dance to the soft music playing, “Y/N, may I have this dance.” He grinned down at her.

Y/N put the wine glass down, taking his hand and standing. She smiled back at him as he lead her to a more open area away from the dining table. She wraps her arms up and around his neck, stepping closer to him. She bit her bottom lip and blushed as she felt Bucky’s hands wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to his muscular frame which she gladly stepped into. They swayed to the music for a few moments, keeping their eyes locked with each other.

Bucky moves one hand from around Y/N’s waist, lifting it to touch her cheek gently, keeping his eyes locked on hers, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He breathed gently as he leaned his face down closer to her’s, his warm breath hitting Y/N’s face gently. He watched her closely as he moved his face closer to her’s, not wanting to overstep with her.

Y/N smiled at his words, feeling his breath on her face made a chill go down her spine, causing her goosebumps to appear along her skin. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, feeling the need to kiss him. Bucky was intoxicating to Y/N in this moment. All she wanted was him. She leaned her face up closer to his, brushing her lips against his soft ones, placing a gentle kiss upon them.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he felt Y/N’s lips on his, kissing her back. He pulled her body as close to his as possible. He had waited for this moment for a long time, ever since the day he left for his deployment. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her lips against his as he continued to kiss her. He forced himself to pull away from her lips, watching her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, “Be my girl.” He whispered to her, more of a statement than a question.

Y/N leaned forward a bit as he pulled away from her lips, not wanting the kiss to end. She looked up into his blue eyes as he spoke, butterflies erupting in her stomach at his words. She nodded, planting a soft kiss to his lips, “I’ve always been yours.” She whispers back against his lips before kissing him again. Y/N kept one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, allowing her other to slide down his shoulder and rest on his chest, gripping his shirt slightly as if trying to pull him closer to her even though their bodies were already touching. She could feel herself wanting Bucky in every way possible.

Bucky couldn’t help himself, he gripped at her waist and pulled her roughly against him as if not wanting any air to come between their bodies, wanting to feel all of her against him. He moved his kisses from her lips and along her jaw, dancing his lips down Y/N’s neck and kissing softly. He stopped himself there, brushing his lips against her soft pale skin. He moved back to look at her. He could see what he was doing to Y/N, not wanting him to stop. But Bucky decided to be a gentleman instead, much to Y/N’s dismay. He could see the want in her eyes which made him grin crookedly down at her, cupping Y/N’s face in his hands, “How’s this for our date?”

Y/N closed her eyes when he kissed her neck, holding back a small whimper that she refused to let pass her lips. When he pulled away from her, she looked at him, meeting his gaze. She smiled, “Better than I’ve dreamed about.” She spoke softly to him, taking in his handsome form which she could officially call her’s.

It wasn’t long until the team was back from their night out, but by the time they were Bucky and Y/N had cleaned up and changed into more comfortable clothes, sitting on the couch and watching the end Indiana Jones movie. Steve always spoke so highly of the series and Y/N wanted to give them a watch. Steve was right, they were really good. Their night ended with Bucky walking her to her room, placing his hand on her cheek and pulling her face to his and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, “Goodnight, doll.” He whispered against her lips before kissing them again.

Y/N smiled as he kissed her, happily giving him kisses back, “Goodnight.” She whispers back to him. She watched him grin at her, then make his way down the hallway and into his bedroom. Y/N watched him until he disappeared, closing the door and leaning against it taking a deep breath. Wanda was sitting on her bed with a triumphant smile, “Tell me all about it.” She demanded.

Y/N chuckled a little bit and sat next to Wanda, crossing her legs and told Wanda everything that happened and what a gentleman he was even though she didn’t want him to be.

“Patience is a virtue.” Wanda sang out as she listened to how Bucky had stopped himself from going further with Y/N, “I’m sure there will be many more hot dates.”

Y/N laughed and nodded, “Patience. Not one of my strengths.” She said softly, moving to her own bed and crawling under the covers, “I can’t believe you lied to me though.” She said, giving Wanda a look.

Wanda flicked the lights out and tucked herself into her own bed, “It was a good lie. Worth the while kind of lie.” She responded. Y/N drifted off to sleep easily, happy at her night with Bucky.

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‘Where am I?’

Y/N thought as she dreamt. She was in some sort of building. The lightening was dim and the room was cold. She walked slowly down a long hallway towards a black door, opening it. She saw Dimitri sitting at a table, smirking on the phone. She waited to see if Dimitri looked over to her, but when he didn’t she approached him slowly. Looking down at what was on the table in front of him as she listened to his phone call. The folder had a red star on it with Bucky’s full name as well as Winter Soldier Project written on the cover.

“Thank you. This will help me out.” Dimitri said, opening the folder, “Yes, yes. I’ll return your daughter to you untouched.” He growled and ended the phone call. He flipped through the pages, finally finding what he needed, “Ten little words.” He chuckled.

Y/N watched as he flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the pages for information on Bucky as the Winter Soldier. Seeing the words, her eyes widened, realizing what Dimitri’s plan was. He was planning to activate Bucky as the Winter Soldier to get to her.

“Bucky.. no..” She whispered to herself, forcing herself to wake up from the dream.

Wanda was already awake, looking at Y/N with wide eyes, “I saw it too. You were in his mind. You two have become more connected.” She said, moving out of her bed to sit next to Y/N, “I thought all those files on Bucky were destroyed. If he has those words… Dimitri can activate Bucky and control him.” She whispered, a little fear in her eyes.

Y/N nodded, fear running across her face as she thought about what she saw. The fact that the Winter Soldier, the one who took her, could come back brought her mind to a dark place. She couldn’t let that happen. Y/N had to protect Bucky, and the rest of those that lived in the facility. She returned her gaze to Wanda, giving her a look as if she knew what she needed to do.

Wanda sighed, “I hate that face.” She muttered, “That’s your ‘I have a plan and you’re going to hate it’ face.”

Y/N nodded, running one hand through her hair, “Yeah. You are definitely going to hate it. But I need to destroy that folder before Dimitri has a chance to come here.”

Wanda sighed again, her face turning into one of defeat realizing she may not have any other option but to go along with whatever Y/N’s plan was, “Okay, so what is this awful plan?”

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[the-lady-writes-what]

Major Arcana: The Magician

Having left behind The Fool, you follow the trail to the Magician's cottage.

Izuku Midoriya (25) x Reader 

Content: mutual drug use (basically), cream pie, light scratching

No minors were featured in this production. All canonically minor characters are aged up. I do not write minor characters with adults.

Mandrake. Henbane. Belladonna. Fly agaric. Vervain. Poppy.

Your face screwed up. Most of the ingredients were very poisonous, deadly even. You would have to be collecting them. Unfortunately, you didn't think to bring gloves with you as you went flower picking. For what you didn't feel comfortable touching with your bare hand, you used your apron. One by one, you found the flowers and mushrooms as the ingredients listed. You reached the cottage door just as the sun was setting. Izuku was in his kitchen, standing by a black pot. In went blocks of beeswax. Izuku half-turned towards you. His hand reached fo the basket, but his fingers grazed you. A shiver ran down your spine. Izuku's pinky lingered on the back of your hand, causing your cheeks to blush ever so slightly. Your mind couldn't help but go back to the night before last. Izuku merely smiled back as if nothing was wrong.

You were made to sit at the fireside at his behest. You weren't allowed to be in the kitchen while Izuku made himself busy. Waves of emotion passed through you as you watched Izuku take each plant, chopped it up, and put in the pot of melting wax. You watched in bewilderment, eyes drawn wide open. Beeswax. Belladonna. Fly agaric. There was only one thing he could be making. You shuddered to think what he intended to do with it.

Izuku didn't make you wait for very long. With a wave of his hands, the furniture shifted out of place and formed a semi-circle on the floor. Around the fireplace, there was now more than enough room for five more to lay down. Another wave conjured up pillows and blankets to cover the semi-circle of furniture. You leaped out of the way while everything magically appeared and arranged as if by invisible hands.

The fire simmered to a low glow, but the room remained well-lit. Tongues of flames burst like flowers atop dozens of candles. Izuku poured the brew into a glass jar. He carried it wrapped with a towel to the center of the pile. Izuku dropped off his outer robe and let it settle on the nearest chair. His green eyes turned towards you and held out his hand. It would be a lie to say that your heart wasn't beating a mile per minute. You untied your apron, took off your boots and socks, and took off your vest. You didn't worry about where they all landed; you were too busy taking Izuku by the hand and letting him take you.

You both sat in the pile of blankets and pillows. The jar of greenish melted wax stood between you. You could see chunks of belladonna and vervain sticking out among the chopped fly agaric's bright red and white. Izuku dabbed his fingers into the volatile salve and smeared some on your throat. Your skin prickled as the wax melted against your skin. Your turn. You returned the gesture with equal slow sensuality. The arteries in Izuku's throat throbbed when your fingers grazed him. If you wagered, you guessed that he was almost as nervous and excited as you were. Izuku gently pulled your blouse's ties until the thin strings hung limply in front of your chest. He reached into the jar again to smear the salve across your chest.

You felt the ointment begin to work its magic when you could hear his heartbeat, Izuku's, pounding next to yours in your chest. A layer of sweat sheened across both of your temples. Your limbs tingled from toes to the top of your head. In the warm mist forming inside your mind, you briefly wondered if Izuku was feeling the same thing. Hands reached out for each other, fingers knitted together.

Clothes shifted as you found each other's buttons and ties. Layers were coated in sweat before they were stripped away. Your palms itched and tingled as you ran them up and down Izuku's well-formed chest. Piles of clothes became your pillow. You laid your head down with your (h/c) hair spread out like a halo. You stretched your body for Izuku's pleasure. Your head was spinning, but you welcomed the feeling. Everything felt more intense. You felt more of Izuku's hands running up and back down your body as you mentally hovered between this plane and the next. His lips kissed your warm, glistening skin in languid pecks. He, too, was cast under the same spell.

Much of the preamble was just touching one another. Slow, somewhat clumsy hands, both yours and his, reaching out and running over the skin. A hot pool rushed to your lower belly, and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together just to feel the barest movement of friction. That did little help the proverbial itch between your legs. Izuku plucked your nipple between his teeth and suckled. His tongue and lips moved slow, stoking the fire already bubbling in your lower belly. You reached up and threaded your fingers through his thick green hair. Gently, you pulled him away and brought him to your lips. Tongues battled and lapped at each other. Izuku was thoroughly distracted enough to not notice how your hand slithered betwixt your bodies. You grasped the rod poking your stomach. You read somewhere that men liked it when you stroked their cock. You gave him a gentle stroke, unsure if you were doing it right.

"Do that again." Izuku moaned. His eyes were screwed tight as if to focus on the pleasure you were giving him.

You repeated the movement, moving slowly to stroke him. Izuku's member became harder, and you felt him twitch in your head. The fire crackled while Izuku moaned next to your ear. Just when you were starting to pick up the pace, his hand stopped yours. You parted your lips to ask him if you did something wrong, but were cut short by Izuku's kiss. His hand still held unto yours, and he helped you guide him to the cauldron of your desires. You felt the wetness seep to your thighs and the blunt end of his cock prodding at your entrance. Moaning into the kiss, you nodded slightly, giving ascent to letting him slide inside your folds.

Your cunt was still hardly tried, and the fit felt a bit snug. Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, and you could feel the pressure gnaw at you. There was only pressure, no pain. Izuku released your lips in favor of kneeling between your legs. Inch by inch, he plunged deeper into your warmth until he was fully seated. His hand knotted into the blankets beside your head. The other grasped your hip to pull you tight to him. Your lower abdomen bulged slightly with him bottoming out.

"Oh…my," you sighed.

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[1kook]

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Times like now, when you creep up behind him as he continues screeching into his headset, voice cracking every now and then in that adorable way it does when he’s overwhelmed. You are no stranger to Jungkook’s apartment, having visited more times than you can count, and even dropping by and doing a little dusting while he was on tour. However, you’re surprised you can see the back of his coconut hair from the low backing of his new computer chair. He’d told you he recently threw away his big leather, super villain gaming chair because it’d started to tear, but it was a fact you hadn’t really paid much attention to.

Now, however, you’re feeling a little happy he did, because it means you can slide your palms around his shoulders in somewhat of a back hug. It’s way better than having to walk all the way in front of him, and you bite down on a grin when he mutters the softest “hi, baby.”

“Which stage are we battling on today?” You murmur, pinching the tip of his mic to twist it away. Faintly, you can hear Taehyung’s voice shout a greeting your way.

Another button smash of his remote, hands enveloping the tiny device. “Wii Fit Studio with Wario,” he replies, eyes flickering across the screen like his life depends on it. You snort.

“I thought you hated Wario,” you point out, and move with him when he jumps after being shot off the screen.

He looks at you for the first time as he waits for his character to respawn. “Changed my mind. He’s just misunderstood. Listen to my theory, babe,” he starts, and you let go of him because you have the back of a ninety year old war veteran and can only hunch over for so long. You take up a very bodyguard-esque position behind him, watching him play and gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. “Imagine this. You’re a kid trying to have fun and this other kid who looks exactly like you but better is somehow also cooler than you.”

You hum, letting go of his shoulders to toy with his hair. You pull it into a makeshift ponytail and giggle, not that Jungkook minds, too immersed in his game and his sudden loving Wario speech to care. “Then, you get older and this same dude is still getting all the credit for being exactly like you. On top of that, his little brother is doing the same to your little brother! I’d be so pissed.”

You let his hair drop, and then quickly brush the strands away from his face when he whines. “Uh huh. But theoretically speaking, aren’t you the Mario of your little universe?” Jungkook is silent. “If we’re going by your little story, I hardly doubt there’s another Jeon doing better than you,” you point out.

Jungkook’s Wario gets blown off the screen for the last time, and he’s left blankly staring at the screen. You poke his neck. “I don’t wish to discuss this further,” he says rather matter of factly. You laugh, shaking him and his seat. “Baby, why would you say that!” He cries.

You smile, flicking the switch on his headset before pushing it off his head. Jungkook moans again, head lolling back to glare up at you. “I finally come to terms with the fact that Mario is the true asshole, just to find out I’m Mario? Fucking absurd.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, fingers dancing down the stretched column of his neck. “Listen, no one told you to go out and create an entire deep backstory for the Mario Cinematic Universe.”

He scoffs, eyes fluttering shut as he continues basking in your soft caresses. “The MCU,” he chuckles under his breath. On screen, Taehyung is still fighting with whoever else they were playing with tonight, a little Isabelle and Dark Samus dancing across the screen.

Meanwhile, you’re still absentmindedly running your fingertips along Jungkook’s skin. For a second, you think he’s asleep by the deepening of his breaths, his body so soft and relaxed beneath your touch, but then he gets one of those weird twitches of his, and pushes his head between your breasts.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes still shut. “Soft.”

“No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

The little shit snuggles closer at your words. “My favorite place in the world,” he croons, and you pinch his neck for his stupidity. “Tell me when they’re done,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s actually gonna fall asleep.

You relent, continuing your gentle massaging of the muscles in his neck as you tune into the match on screen. You’re not exactly sure which one Taehyung is, but your gut tells you he’s probably playing as Isabelle, so you root for her. You’re weirdly into it, jumping every time a good spar happens.

By the time the match ends (literally only like 4 minutes later) and you check on your boyfriend, he’s snuggled his way between the valley of your breasts, his cute nose poking out from between. “Oh my god,” you sigh, having to take a momentary pause to collect yourself from the sight.

Jungkook giggles.

“Well. Taehyung’s done,” you inform him, and he hums though he doesn’t really seem to care about Smash anymore. His hands go slack around his remote, crawling up to dwarf yours.

He sighs, sounding so happy with himself. “Baby, you’re so soft,” he hums, and you try desperately, and you mean desperately, to ignore the sudden drop of his voice, his hands ever so gently tangling with yours.

You try to hit him with the facts, because you know where this will go if you don’t. “Well, breasts are made up of mostly fatty tissue, and lobes for producing milk,” you inform him.

Contrary to your goal, the handsome smile that envelopes his face has you fighting down the curl in your stomach. You can never win.

“You know I love when you talk anatomical to me,” he purrs, and it takes everything in you to not punch him straight in those pearly whites.

You don’t have enough time to respond, too caught up in a mental pep talk to re-evaluate what your body considered attractive. Jungkook’s corny jokes should definitely not be high on the list, but your rock hard nipples said otherwise. “So, you gonna let me suck on them or what?”

“I hate you,” you groan, reaching over to completely unplug Jungkook’s headset because you were absolutely terrified of creating an accidental porno with your celebrity boyfriend.

Jungkook chuckles. “No you don’t,” he teased, finally wiggling his way away from you to whirl his seat around. “Could feel your nip nops pressing into my forehead. No bra today? She’s bold.”

“She’s bold and embarrassed that her boyfriend calls them nip nops,” you sigh, climbing into his lap. His remote presses hard against your thigh, and you yelp before he tugs it out and throws it on the desk behind him. Vaguely, you register the screen lighting up behind Jungkook, but then he’s nudging your shirt upwards.

He’s barely brushed his hands against you, but you’re already shivering and squirming in his lap. “Relax for me, baby,” he assures you, a new depth slowly creeping around his words. “Gonna take care of you, alright?”

You nod, breath already caught in your throat just from the way he looks at you. He flashes you another smile, bunny teeth slightly pressed against his lower lip, before he’s pushing your shirt above your chest, and marveling at your boobs.

You don’t miss the way his gaze becomes glossy, eyes hyper focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Just as you’re about to urge him to do something, he’s reaching up to brush his thumb around your nipple. “Oh,” you blurt out, the skin around your nipple rising with goosebumps.

Jungkook lets out a soft huff of air at your reaction. “So sensitive. Bet I could make you come just by touching your tits, baby.”

You scoff, choking back another sound when he does the same to the other nipple. “I wanna say I doubt it, but I feel like you’ll prove me wrong,” you retort.

At this, Jungkook smirks. “Oh, so now it’s an expectation?” He smiles, and it’s the last angelic side of him you see before he’s ducking down and latching his supple lips around your breast.

Immediately, your back arches forward, hands scrambling to grip onto his shoulders as he licks across your breast. “J-Jeon, wait—“ you cry, body shaking at the way his tongue dances around your nipple.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging and twisting it as he flicks his tongue back and forth, knocking it against the hard pebble. You moan, and almost choke when he pulls away with a lewd pop.

His lips are glossy from his own saliva, red from the friction. He’s looking at your glistening breast like a starved man, thumb returning to glide over his own messy artwork. “So pretty,” he hums, Puckering his lips to blow a soft tuft of air against it. You shiver. “Aren’t you the softest little thing,” he says, one hand falling to your waist and gently easing you closer to his crotch. His sweatpants do nothing to conceal how he’s feeling.

You hate to admit how your insides had turned into a Fruit Gusher the second he started sucking on your boob, and now that you think of, you'd be absolutely embarrassed if you did come from just this.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I fucking knew it,” he says, slightly out of breath. You furrow your eyebrows, to which he pointedly raises his and gestures to his crotch. “You started pressing down so hard on me the second I got my mouth on you,” he brags, and as if to punctuate his statement, grinds his hips upward into you. “Did sucking your titty make you that wet, doll?”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Belatedly, you nod, your eyes falling to his lips that quirk up into a smile. “Oh, you’re just so desperate to be touched, aren’t you?” He continues, and then reaches up to pinch your nipple between two rough fingers.

You gasp, body arching into him. The pain is new, but definitely welcomed. “Yes,” you cry out, hand reaching out to grapple around his wrist. Though you try to tug it away, it feels disgustingly good and you know he knows, which is why he gives it a slight tug.

Finally, when he lets go of you, he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself down by your other, ignored breast. “I wanna see you cream your shorts, okay? So I’m gonna suck your other titty until you’re near tears, baby,” he states, before giving you a soft push of his hips.

“Please, be gentle,” you choke out, words stuck the moment he wraps his lips around you. This time, he’s ruthless with his tongue. He traces it all over, tonguing your nipple like a lollipop. It feels nice, the wet caress, that you don’t see that bite coming at all. You moan, body unconsciously pushing away from him in surprise.

“Nuh uh,” Jungkook tuts, strong arms wrapping around your lower back to bring you back into his embraces. This closer position has your core pressing down directly over his dick, and the sudden double stimulation has your vision momentarily going white. “Gonna give you a pretty little bite right under your tit, doll,” he announces, and in a scary act of trust, presses his fingers into your spine until you’re staring at the ceiling, the only thing supporting you his strong arms. He nudged your breast with his nose until he finds the perfect spot to place his impromptu hickey.

It’s right against the bottom curve, where your skin folds over, that he settles on. “Need you to to sit nice and still for me. You can do that, right baby?” Jungkook says, big doe eyes looking up at you. You nod your head quickly.

His teeth are cold, unlike the rest of his mouth. “Jungkook!” You moan, toes curling and thighs attempting to clamp shit. They hit the outside of the chair instead, slightly squeezing around his thin waist. “You’re s-so good to me,” you wail, pushing down into his covered cock for friction.

As much as you wanted to act like this wouldn’t affect you, your body is no liar. Fingers tangled in his long curls, you find yourself gently rutting against him. Much to your surprise, this makes him break away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. You mourn when it finally breaks.

“Told you to stay still, doll,” Jungkook warns, one set of long fingers sprawling on the small of your back as the other reaches up. “You had all the time in the world to work yourself on me, but you wanna choose now?” He gently reprimands you, twisting your nipple between two pinched fingers. You mewl. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“I can’t,” you whine, desperation seeping into your voice as your traitorous hips jolt forward again. You nearly fall onto him when a particular nudge of his cock over your core feels just right. “Want your cock so bad,” you wail, throwing all hesitation out the window as you begin full on humping yourself against his crotch.

Jungkook sighs, trying to act annoyed with you but the twitch of his cock beneath you cannot lie. “Well I’m not done having fun with you,” he says, though the way his words are tinged with complaints, you can tell he’s trying hard not to pout. Nonetheless, he latches his mouth around your breast again, and you nearly faint when he rolls your nipple between his teeth.

“Jeon,” you cry, looking down with probably the world’s worst quadruple chin only to catch him absolutely savoring your titty. He’s got his eyes closed, pink tongue licking across every inch he can get. His arms are wrapped around the smallest part of your waist like he can’t possibly fathom letting you go. When he moans, a whole new found wetness coats your walls. You choke on a sob, “I-I love you, Jungkook.”

You can feel a smirk pressed around your breast. It’s this moment when Jungkook finally gives up on his little quest to tame you, hips bucking up to meet your offbeat grinds against him. He pulls off your breast with another wet pop, though he’s slightly lower than you from how consumed he was when sucking you tits. He has to make a little effort to stretch his neck up to look at you, and even then it’s over the top of his nose that he gazes at you.

His lips pucker slightly, and the next time you grind down onto him has them brushing against your lower lip. “That’s it,” he croons, admiring the different expressions that contort your face as you become closer and closer to your orgasm. “Come all over your pretty panties for me, baby,” he encourages, sucking your lower lip between his.

His mouth had been so dangerous to you today, licking and sucking in all the right spots, but nothing has ever felt as right as having it on yours. “I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, fingers knitting themselves in his hair.

“Don’t be,” he comforts, gripping your hips and swiveling you in a circular motion. “Next time you’ll do better, won’t you?”

You nod, head bouncing like a bobble head. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your thighs twitch. “I was gone for so long,” he rambles, hips picking up their pace the second he hears your breath hitch in your throat. “Didn’t think you’d become so sensitive and needy.”

A faint smile passes through your lips, and your toes curl and your belly tightens in that delicious way it does right before orgasm. Another grind against Jungkook, and he sighs “I love you,” as you cream your pants like a dweeby high schooler being touched for the first time.

Jungkook’s gentle movements halt the moment he sees that orgasmic face overtake you, pressing soft smooches all over the bottom half of your face, peppering your lips with them, until your fingers finally loosen in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m embarrassed,” you huff out, feeling gross and sticky in all the worst spots. Jungkook chuckles, and you can still feel his hard cock nudging the insides of your thighs.

“Nah,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to slide in.”

Even in your post orgasmic state, his words have a brand new coil of heat revving up. God, you were whipped for him. “Bed?” You ask, and he nods as you clamber off his lap, tugging down your shirt.

Immediately, he whirls around and catches sight of his abandon Smash game. “Huh.” He says, and you already feel the distraction staple itself into his mind. “Have you ever noticed how Dark Pit—“

You cut him off, gliding your hands around his neck and slowly craning it back until you can give him a tiny Spider-Man kiss. “If you make me cum a second time I promise I’ll listen to whatever theory you have about him,” you purr, punctuating your words with a tiny smooch.

The screen is off in record time.

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Borrow

Pairing: Pre!Abner Krill x Nicole Blake

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: 5 times Nic borrows clothes from Abner, and the 1 time he gave one to her

Tag List: @hyperionshipping @heavenshipped @fangs-and-blades @paxpengvina @withlovefromlyell @the-hufflepuff-dramatist

Warning: Fluff!

The first time Nic ever borrowed clothing from Abner it made his heart flutter and face grow red.

The door had just opened to the house and Nic stepped inside with a bag of groceries. She set them down on the coffee table before pulling off her jacket and setting it back on the coat rack. Kicking off her shoes, she grabbed the bag and headed towards the kitchen where Abner had been washing the dishes from breakfast. It wasn’t until Nic stepped in the kitchen and started to put the groceries away that Abner noticed what she was wearing.

It was one of his shirts—a light blue button up with white flowers on it. Nothing much. It looked big on her, the sleeves having to be rolled up to her elbows and the bottom of the shirt went well past her waist. If Abner was being honest with himself, she looked… cute.

“Is–is that my shirt?” He asked, watching as Nic put some items in the fridge.

She jumped at the mention of the shirt, accidentally hitting her head on the inside of the fridge. She hissed in pain a bit before standing and closing the fridge door, rubbing the sore spot on her head.

“Um… yeah… I hope you don’t mind, none of mine are clean. I was going to clean them after I finished putting the groceries away. I should’ve asked you if it was okay first,” she rambled.

“It’s okay, it looks…” cute on you, he said internally, but didn’t have the guts yet to verbalize his admiration of her, “…nice on you.”

Both of their cheeks grew bright red at the compliment.

“Th–thanks, Abner,” Nic managed to squeak out.

“I can finish putting the groceries away so you can get the laundry done,” he offered.

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” She nodded and headed out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. As she headed up the stairs, Nic bit her lip to hold back the shy smile that fought its way onto her lips.

The second time Nic borrowed clothes from Abner it was an accident that he surely didn’t mind.

Things get mixed up in the wash on occasion, and typically only the size is a give away. But Nic didn’t pay attention when she was grabbing clothes out of her closet or drawers, just grabbing the clothing without a thought.

She didn’t realize until she got out of the shower—the hot water in hers upstairs had stopped working and they had to wait at least another 3 days for the repair man—and she was embarrassed immediately. It was so obvious now that she looked at the t-shirt and how big it was compared to her usual ones. Now Nic had two options: ask Abner to bring her one from her room; or walk out the bathroom in his shirt before going to get one from her room and hope he doesn’t notice. She squeezed her eyes tight and swallowed her pride, cracking the downstairs bathroom door open slightly and called for Abner. After the second time of calling, she heard his voice from a few feet away.”

“Are you okay, Nic?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s just… one of your shirts got mixed with mine in the wash and I didn’t realize until now. Can you grab me a new shirt from my room because I accidentally grabbed yours.” She explained. She leaned with her back against the door. There was a short pause before Abner responded.

“I don’t mind if you wear it. I can still get you a shirt if you want.” He said.

“Really?” She asked in surprise. She looked down at the shirt in her hands.

“You do so much for me, it’s the least I could do,” Abner shrugged, despite knowing she couldn’t see him.

“Nevermind then,” Nic cleared her throat. “Thank you, Abner.” She pulled on the shirt, the last piece of clothing she needed. Opening the door, Nic paused when she saw Abner was still standing outside the door.

“It looks nice on you,” he told her quietly before going back to the couch to finish his puzzle.

The third time Nic borrowed clothes from Abner she was rushing out the door.

She hadn’t heard her alarm go off causing her to oversleep. Nic was rushing out the door, a piece of buttered toast in her mouth as she fought with her shoes to pull them on. Cursing to herself when the toast fell out of her mouth and onto the floor, she didn’t care at the moment about anything but getting to work. In a moment of hurry, she picked up the toast and shoved it into her mouth as she got the other shoe on.

Normally she’d be quiet and try not to disturb Abner who was still sleeping, but today there was no luxury. Checking the time on her phone, she realized she only had 10 minutes to get to work. Grabbing a jacket off the coat rack, she raced out of the house and shut the door behind her.

It wasn’t until she got home from work, exhausted but satisfied she had managed to make it on time, that she realized she had taken Abner’s jacket. She debated on saying something, apologizing for taking his jacket and explaining she was in a rush. But before she could even sneakily put it back on the rack, Abner stepped into the living room.

“Is that my jacket?” He asked.

Nic's face grew bright red with embarrassment as she slowly pulled it off. “Um, yes. I accidentally took it this morning on my way to work. I didn’t even notice–”

“Don’t worry,” Abner assured her with a smile. “I wasn’t going to be needing it today anyway.”

“Are you sure? I can wash it if you want–”

She started to offer but he shook his head.

“Really, it’s fine.” There was a pause before he quietly added, “It looks nice on you.”

Her face grew even redder at his statement. “I appreciate the compliment.” She cleared her throat, hiding her face with her hair. “I’m going to go take a shower now.” With that, Nic rushed upstairs.

The fourth time Nic borrowed clothes from Abner he didn’t even mention it, only smiling to himself.

It was getting colder the closer the winter months came, and while the house was insulated to keep the heat, it wasn’t enough for Nic. She was chilly often, wearing socks and occasionally even her jacket inside, particularly at night. She had recently been looking into getting a heated blanket to use when she slept on the couch (which was still every night despite how much Abner protested he could take care of himself at night).

But with the cold, it also helped Nic sleep better, causing her to still be asleep when she was normally up helping Abner. He didn’t mind, glad she was getting rest when she didn’t have to be helping him. She still felt guilty when morning came and she realized she wasn’t there to help him. An insistence on cooking breakfast was always her way of trying to make it up to him.

This night in particular, however, was a rarity.

Nic had helped Abner outside to the back porch to expel the dots, the same as any other night. She was racked with chills after coming back inside, ignoring them enough to help him back to bed before going back to the couch to fall asleep. But she was still shivering, and in the darkness Nic spotted one of Abner’s sweaters that he discarded on a chair. Desperate for a little extra warmth she knew the blanket couldn’t provide alone, Nic pulled on the sweater before curling up under the blanket on the couch and falling back asleep.

Abner hadn’t been so lucky, unable to fall asleep despite the pains being dulled to an ache. It was just one of those nights where he couldn’t sleep. So knowing this, he got out of bed with the intention of having some tea to help him relax enough to fall asleep, maybe a light snack as well.

Stepping out of his bedroom, Abner noticed the blanket covering Nic had been half thrown over the back of the couch. He grabbed the blanket and gently started to cover her with it, pausing when she shifted a little, before continuing. As he gently tucked her in, he noticed the sweater she was wearing. It was his. The sleeves were long and balled up in her fists. Abner couldn’t stop the soft smile that came to his face at the sight of her in his sweater. Settling the blanket on her, he quietly went to the kitchen to make some tea with a smile on his face that stayed even once morning arrived.

The fifth time Nic borrowed clothes from Abner it had them both flustered messes.

The dryer had broken so Nic had to resort to air drying her clothes, something she’s not used to. Having no clean clothes to wear when they went to the grocery store, Nic asked to borrow one of Abner’s shirts. It wasn’t a big deal, after all she’s worn his clothes a few times now and he never seemed to mind. The issue was, Nic managed to pick a shirt that Abner wore often, a shirt others in town recognized as his.

So naturally when Mrs. Nyberg came down the aisle that they were on, looking at the canned soups and broths, neither knew they were already caught. The elderly woman lived down the street from them and was very friendly, and she had a suspicious eye on them when they replied to her greeting and she noted the shirt. It was hard to miss the shirt, a bright yellow button up, and even harder to not recognize it. Neither of the two caught the suspicious look she had, instead making a small friendly conversation.

Until Mrs. Nyberg spoke up about the shirt.

“Is that Abner’s shirt?” She asked in her thick Norse accent.

Abner had just grabbed a can of cream of mushroom soup, but at the question promptly dropped it onto the floor. He quickly picked it up and placed it in the cart. Nic opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find a reason for wearing the shirt. There was the truth, and then there was the perception of the situation.

“I didn’t have any clean clothes,” Nic finally managed to get out, a red hot blush covering her neck and creeping up her ears. Abner stared at his feet and tried to stay out of the conversation.

“Hmph,” Mrs. Nyberg looks between the two, noting the obvious blushes on their cheeks. A small smirk curls onto her lips.

Nic awkwardly cleared her throat, shuffling her feet a little. “We should, uh, get back to shopping. Still have a lot on the list.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Nyberg replied, very obviously not buying the excuse but letting them go anyway. She headed down the aisle and looked to Abner. “Be good to her,” she whispered before continuing on her way.

The first time Abner gave Nic a piece of clothing was the first time he’d ever seen her truly flustered.

It was cold as they walked home from the diner, the lightest of snowfall beginning. It was their first winter in Norway and apparently the snowfall was intense during this season. When it started to dust lightly outside, a few patrons knew it was time to start heading back to their houses. Nic and Abner decided it would be smart to head home too, being at least a twenty minute walk from the diner to their house. The talk of finally using the fireplace came up as they strolled down the sidewalk, and they both agreed it would be a good way to keep warm in the coming weeks.

About five minutes into the walk home, Nic was hugging herself tightly and trying her best not to shiver. Despite the jacket and two other layers of clothes she wore, she was still freezing. More particularly her face was—nose and cheeks red as a cherry. It took a moment but Abner finally realized the chittering sound was her teeth as she shivered. He stopped walking and gently grabbed her elbow to stop her as well.

“Abner, what is it?” Nic asked. She watched as he started to take off the scarf on his neck and start to put it on her. The warmth enveloped her and butterflies rose in her stomach. “But–but you’ll get cold!” She tried to protest.

Abner shook his head. “I’ll be fine, I have my hat. You’re the one freezing.”

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He nodded, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “I’m sure.” He gave her a soft smile. “It looks cute on you.”

Her eyes got wide and she stuttered out a thanks, her face red from a blush rather than the cold. It took her a moment to find her bearings. “Are your hands cold?” She asked, trying to change the topic to avoid her blush.

“I’m fine–” he started, but Nic was already taking one of her knit gloves off. She took his hand and slid the glove on before smiling at him.

As they started to walk again, Nic reached over and took Abner’s non-gloved hand in her own non-gloved hand. Their fingers intertwined and she looked away, trying to hide the prominent blush. What she missed, however, was the soft smile on Abner’s face.

[trillian-anders]

boeuf bourguignon

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, domesticity, like two minutes of angst

word count: 2470

description: chef!au; you and bucky move in together

just a taste masterlist

“What’s the first thing we should make?” You asked, curled around Bucky on the mattress on the floor. The decision to move in together was easy after spending so much time together and missing each other in passing because one was too tired to go to the other’s apartment. And it’s economical, you both figure. He hummed, the vibrations coming through his chest, fingers tracing patterns on your bare back. 

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to eat?” He asked, dozy and almost asleep. Your memory flits back to last week when you’d watched Julie & Julia while packing. And with half closed lids you mumble back,

“Boeuf Bourguignon.” He lets out a sound that almost seemed like a laugh, too tired to recognize, 

“Okay baby.”

It was a cute little brownstone smack in the middle of his restaurant and Stark Tower, a compromise that had to be reached over many small arguments, too old, too new. Too far. Have you seen the neighborhood? Sam even input on a couple apartment complexes that would be good for the food truck. But it was settled that Bucky didn’t want the restaurant that close to him. 

You ate pizza in between fixing small cosmetic cracks in the wall and painting. Chinese while you arranged the furniture the way you wanted. And you enjoyed curry from the Indian place you loved that just so happened to be down the street from where you’d moved while unpacking the dishes and putting clothes away. 

“What do you think?” He asks, you’d left the kitchen up to him, the layout and how he wanted it organized. The copper pans were a brilliant contrast for your very white kitchen that had been partially the selling point for you. The gas stove top and double oven was the selling point for him. A knife rack on the wall, hanging pots and pans, and a double door refrigerator. It was the compromise for the cracked walls and the floors you’ll need to get redone soon, with some new varnish and spackle you figure you could get a couple more years out of them. 

You smile at him, he looked proud, and leaned against the door frame, “It looks really good.” He met you in the doorway, and placed his hands on the door jam, leaning in to kiss you. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Steve was finally free and coming back to New York so they were moving the opening date for the restaurant to the week that he would be there. Which means it was time to put some vacation days in. 

A knock on your office door, Tony Stark himself. A smile on his face, “What is this I hear about you needing a week off?” 

“Tony I literally just sent the email five minutes ago.” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with his foot. 

“I was already on my way down.” He examines the picture on your desk, a photo taken of you and Bucky. The food truck artfully posed in front of the restaurant, the sign had just been put up, your face was buried in his neck and he was laughing at some dirty joke Sam had just said. “Just wondering when you’re going to be inviting me over for dinner now that you’ve settled into your new place.” You sigh and lean back in your chair, he was giving you a knowing smirk. Natasha. 

“Well we are having a little dinner party to celebrate the opening of the restaurant,” You cross your arms as his smirk widens, “Would you like to join us?” 

“Oh, I never thought you’d ask, I’ll be there at 7? I’ll bring drinks.” And just like that he’d left, seconds later an email in reply approving your time off request. 

Bucky wasn’t happy.

“You invited Tony Stark?” Shoulders rolling, kneading dough on the bar top. 

“Nat mentioned it to him,” You defended, “How could I tell my boss that he’s not allowed to come?” He gave you a look,

“This guy runs you all hours of the day,” dough slammed and rolled, dusted with flour and kneaded again, “He calls you all hours of the day.” Dough cutter, cutting the bread dough that would soon be dinner rolls, into eighths. “And the one time you actually ask to have time off, he wants to be involved in some way?” 

“You love Howard Stark.” You roll your eyes and steal a strawberry out of the small container that he was marinating them in. Soaking in Grand Mariner. “He’s basically the same person.” 

“He’s not,” Bucky shakes his head, “Howard Stark was a revolutionary inventor, Tony Stark buys properties and gentrified neighborhoods.” 

“He’s putting in rent controlled housing for low income households.” Bucky sighs and leans back. 

“Partially,” He says, “I know that Pepper Potts is the one who organizes his charitable giving and covers for him.”

“You’re literally grasping for straws here,” You scoff, “We’re working on a way to get rid of fossil fuels all together and you’re upset that he’s only signing the checks, it’s still his money.” Bucky glares at you, sighing heavily. “He pays me a lot of money to do the job that I do, and just because you think I should be doing something else doesn’t mean what I’m doing right now is bad.” 

It was no secret to you that Bucky wanted you to take the leap on trying to get your book published. But this job was what paid your bills currently. You’ve read articles about people getting on the best seller lists having only made 12k on their book, and while you’d hope you would have a best seller, 12k isn’t going to support you. 

“I just want you to do something you love.” Which was easy for him to say because he was doing something he loved. He loved cooking, for you and for others. He loved making people happy, those cherish-able moments of making something for someone you love, that tradition. He loved it.

“Okay,” You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his back, “This week I’ll print a bunch of copies and I’ll mail them off to publishers.” 

“I don’t want you to do it because it’s something I want you to do.” He sighs, “I want you to do it because it’s something you want to do.” 

“I do want to.” Mumbled into his back, he smelled so good, having just taken a shower before working on the proved dough. “I’ll do it this week.” A flower dusted hand brought one of yours up to his lips. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

Steve was charming, but shy. Very serious. An american flag pinned to the lapel of his suit jacket that had been quickly discarded when Sam and Bucky gave him shit for wearing a full suit to dinner. The pair of them in a button down and slacks. Wanda and Natasha were also in attendance, with Tony showing up at 7:30 with four bottles of wine and a full bottle of Macallan. 

You’d watched Bucky make it. Boeuf Bourguignon. You felt guilt in the fact that it takes five hours to make, but he said, “That’s what you want,” A kiss to your forehead, “That’s what I’m gonna make.”

Thick bacon cut into cubes and browned in a pan, a couple pieces plucked and tasted, just to make sure they were good with only a minor scolding from your boyfriend. Patted dry beef browned in a pan with olive oil and left over bacon grease. Onion and carrot softened in the same pan, fat poured off and the whole thing was thrown into the dutch oven, sprinkled with salt and pepper, and oddly enough a little flour. 

It cooked for four minutes, was mixed and cooked for another four minutes. Then it was covered in beef stock and Bordeaux. 

“You’re so handsome.” You sigh, watching him place the dish back in the oven after simmering it on the stove. He leans over the kitchen island, dish towel over his shoulder, a kiss to your cheek and then lips. 

“You’re very beautiful,” A softer kiss, “But I need you to get out of the kitchen.”

You were in the way, you knew that. But faked upset as you left the room to finally get ready, ass being met with a whip from the dish towel on your way out. 

Wine was poured as Bucky served the first course, salad, bruschetta, roasted artichokes, and bacon wrapped dates you’d have to convince him to make you again, very soon. 

“I hope you’re treating my girl right, Barnes.” Tony joked, the conversation having steered from Steve’s job, something he couldn’t really talk about, to the new house. You could see Bucky’s jaw clench from across the table, but he sipped the gifted wine and replied, 

“My girl gets treated very well at home,” placing the glass on the table, “Can’t say the same about work.” 

“Who’s ready for our mains?” You interrupt. 

“I think that’s a good idea.” Natasha smiled next to you, placing her fork down. You shot her a small glare, and she sipped her wine with a smug grin. She was never satisfied with things going smooth, always craving a little chaos. 

The boeuf bourguignon was incredible. The meat tender and juicy, the mushrooms and sauce robust. With the first bite you were whining and looking across the table at Bucky who was smiling. “This is incredible.” 

“It really is.” Sam agrees. A silent table is a sign of good food, conversation not starting until plates almost cleared, Wanda starting with,

“So the restaurant opens Friday night, which gives us all Friday morning to make sure we are fully prepped.” They’d set the hours to only open for dinner, if the restaurant does well they figure they can change the hours to be open for lunch as well, but they were working on the conservative side. “Y/N and I will be helping out at the host stand.” 

“I can help in the back if you want.” Steve offered. Sam laughed, 

“Doing what? Dishes.” A glare as a laugh sounded at the table. 

“I could stir a pot or something.” He laughed. 

“How has advertising been?” Tony asked. Bucky and Sam shrug, 

“We’ve been handing out flyers at the truck for weeks,” Bucky said, “We have a good following so we are hoping that might gain us some ground.”

“The sign has been up for a while too,” Sam agreed, “We’ve had people stop by to ask us when we are opening.” Tony nods, but you know the look on his face, obviously up to something. He winks at you. An exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who then clears his throat, standing from the table you help him clear the dishes, ready for dessert. 

“Does anyone want coffee?” 

…

“We need to get one of those big, industrial dishwashers.” You moan, heels kicked off as you unload the dishwasher after the first load. Bucky scrubbing at the pots and pans in the sink. 

“What was the wink about?” Bucky had been quiet since dinner ended, a tight smile as Tony wished a friendly goodbye. You sipped on Macallan, loading the dishwasher back up with plates while you answered. 

“He’s planning something most likely,” You cringe at food smeared onto your hand by a dirty spoon. 

“Are you sure?” His shoulders tense, pan dropping into the sink with a clang. 

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, shutting the dishwasher and pressing start. He looks over at you, exasperated. 

“He just seemed a little too friendly.” Bucky tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“You’re joking.” It was a sore subject. Months ago, before you’d moved in together, Bucky told you about Vivian. Pretty Vivian. A scar from a past relationship where Vivian cheated on him, constantly, and he was dumb enough to go back to her every time. 

“She used me for stability,” He shrugged, “Then slept around with everyone else.” He was insecure about it. Which was stunning to you because you couldn’t believe Bucky was insecure about anything. It broke your heart. 

“I’m not joking.” Anger laced his voice. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the sink, “It would make sense, him calling you all the time, late into the night.” Dish towel thrown down next to him, “You staying late at work.” 

“I would never cheat on you Bucky.” A little snip, “I can’t believe you would even think that I would do something like that.” His jaw is tight. 

“I didn’t think Vivian--”

“I’m not Vivian! I would never hurt you Bucky, and if you think I would maybe there’s something wrong here.” It seemed baffling to you, like maybe you were the one who was supposed to be afraid of Bucky cheating but it was the other way around. He sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. 

“I’m sorry,” He groans, “I know.” He looks at you, upset and emotional, “I know you wouldn’t, I’m sorry, I was just--” You stepped over to him, placing your hands on his crossed arms. 

“You have to trust me.” You said, “If you don’t trust me--” He leans forward to press his forehead against yours. 

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m sorry.” You lean up and meet his lips. 

“I love you.” His hands come to meet your hips, bunching up your skirt. Your tongue pokes out, tracing his bottom lip, his mouth parting for yours, breathing heavily. 

“I love you too.” Your ass meets the kitchen bench, his hands palming your bare thighs to lift you onto the counter, pans forgotten. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against your lips, moaning as you palm him through his slacks. 

“I forgive you.” 

Tony’s planning, his little sneaky wink, was him sending out a mass email to the entire staff that if they show up at Bucky’s restaurant opening weekend that he’d personally reimburse them for their money spent. Something Bucky half resented, but half appreciated. The restaurant opened busy and stayed busy. ‘An overnight success’ one critic said. 

Wanda helped you man the host stand, directing the girls where to take people, seasoned servers, people who Sam and Bucky had known from their days working in other restaurants helped them open. And as far as chaotic restaurant openings are, it wasn’t half bad. Especially when, sitting in the office after hours going over the numbers for the day there were six beautiful digits staring back at you. 

“So I guess we are opening for lunch.” Bucky mused, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“I guess so.”

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[sunnyharrywritings]

Role playing with H!

I saw this on @harrywritingsbyme and I wanted to give it a try. All credits to her. 

It’s filthy, I guess.

You and Harry have been in a relationship for a while now, so it’s natural you guys would try new things in every aspect, including sex. Role play was something Harry was super excited about but due to your shy nature he kept it cool, not wanting to pressure you on something you weren’t comfortable with. But it wasn’t like you were vanilla too, you had your own kinks and Harry made an incredible job satisfying your fantasies, degradation, daddy kink and list goes on, but the biggest issue you had was the ‘’acting’’. It was not your thing, you loved watching Harry act like a daddy dom or the dirty talk he said to you was one of the main reasos your orgasms with him were so strong but the thought of acting for him made you cringe so hard. You knew Harry was into role play and you got really frustrated with yourself because you couldn’t act even if your life depended on it. 

So this all lead you to today, this month has been really busy for Harry, with touring, studio sessions, interviews, talk shows, you knew what you signed up for when you got in this relationship with him, you never once complained to him about how absent he was, you knew if he could choose, he’d always choose you and you also knew that once everything cooled down he’d take you to somewhere nice and spend all the time he could with you. But you are only human and couldn’t help but feel a little bit neglected, so that’s why you opened a bottle of wine and sat on the couch to watch some movies. There was only one problem, the sex scene during the movie between the boss and the secretary got you extremely horny and all you could think about was much you wanted to be in that position with Harry. So, why not? You were a little bit drunk, horny and with no shame whatsoever. 

You went straight to your bedroom, to put on the outfit you were thinking about. A new nice set of a red, small, lace lingerie that Harry never saw, a pencil skirt that complimented the curves of your body and a satin white dress shirt, you left the buttons open to show cleavage, and now it was just a matter of time. You stayed drinking in your bedroom just waiting to hear the front door open, and 30 minutes later you finally heard it, Harry calling your name ‘’babe? are you there?’’ so you immediately got in the bathroom to hide from him, you heard the bedroom door open as well ‘’babe, you’re in there?’’ ‘’yeah, i’m going in for a shower, I’ll be right out’’ you were actually sitting on the sink laughing at the situation, ‘’okay, I have some stuff to work on, I’ll be in the office, come see me when you’re done’’ ‘’sure, I will.’’ so you waited for about 10 minutes till he could set himself with his stuff in the office. You took a deep breath and kept saying in your head ‘’I can do it, I can act. It’s not cringe, he will love it.’’

So to his office you went, with your heart racing, your brain a little fuzzy from the alcohool, slowly you opened the office door and said ‘’Mr. Styles, you wanted to see me?’’ in the most innocent voice you could manage. The moment Harry looked at you, his mouth was like an ‘’O’’ and he kept staring, not saying a single word, ‘’Mr. Styles, are you okay? Do you need something?’’ you finally got Harry speechless ‘’I....uuuh - I, I’’ with that you giggled a little bit, getting Harry with nothing to say was a very hard task, his tongue was usually so sharp, ‘’Mr. Styles?’’ and it seemed like he got out of the spell he was on, and he caught up on what you were trying to accomplish, finally his fantasy would come true. ‘’Uh, yes. I actually need something, could you come here a bit and help me with this?’’ ‘’Sure, Mr. Styles’’ the name was already making his cock twitch in his pants, the pencil skirt envolving your perfect ass was making him imagine all the things he wanted to do to you. When you got behind the desk, close to his chair he kept staring at your tits, almost spilling from the shirt ‘’Miss y/n, do you know I like to keep a very profissional environment in my company, right? ‘’Yes, sir.’’ Harry’s cock was begging for some relief at this point, and your tiny lingerie was getting drenched just by the way he was looking at you, ‘’and do you think this outfit you’re wearing makes you look professional?’’ ‘’I like to think so, Mr. Styles’’ you answered bitting your lower lip, it was so fast, Harry opened your shirt with his whole strenght and all the buttons flied across the room ‘’and now? do you still think this is a professional environment?’’ ‘’no, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry’’. Harry kept staring at you like a hawk, your lace red bra with your tits almost spilling from it, your nipples begging for attention, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, and put you on his lap, you started grinding on his cock that was extremely hard, you let a low moan escape from your lips, he pulled your hair hard ‘’you fucking dirty slut, keep grinding if you wanna keep this job’’ ‘’yes, Sir, please please please.’’ he noticed you were loving it, so he grabbed you by the throat to look straight into his eyes ‘’and don’t you dare fucking cum’’ ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, anything you want’’ you said before moaning loud. ‘’Tell me y/n, are you wearing panties?’’ ‘’Don’t you wanna find out, sir?’’ you smiled at him and he smiled at you, grabbing you by the waist one more time to stand up, just so he could take off your skirt, and when he saw the little red thong, his cock almost came to life, Harry didn’t even say anything, just turned you around to face your perfect ass, he spanked you twice because he knew how much you loved getting spanked ‘’fuck, Mr. Styles.’’ ‘’oh, do you like that?’’ ‘’yes, Sir.’’ so he hoisted you up and sat you on his desk, with your legs spread, the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy was completely soaked at this point, and Harry immediately licked a long stripe of your covered pussy ‘’oh fuck, I can taste you, you’re so fucking wet’’ ‘’please, please, please, don’t stop’’ and that’s when he stopped ‘’on your knees, now. don’t make me repeat myself.’’ you were absolutely frustrated right now, but you always did what he asked for ‘’yes, Sir.’’ ‘’now, y/n, I wanna fuck your throat raw, will you let me?’’ ‘’yes, please Mr. Styles’’ you loved his cock, you loved the feeling of having him in your mouth, Harry took his belt off, only took his cock out of his pants, he kept his clothes on, when you saw it, you instantly went for it and he took a step back, so you were on all four on the ground ‘’such a needy slut, aren’t you?’’ he said chuckling at your eagerness, you crawled to him and tried to suck his cock again and this time he let you, the moment your wet tongue touched his mushroom head a loud moan escape from his lips ‘’oh, fuck.’’ he was letting you having your moment with it, so you stroked it with your hands, sucked his balls, letting drool all over it, he loved messy blow jobs. After playing with it a little, he grabbed you by the head and started slowly fucking your throat, he knew you could take all of him after months of practice, so he started thrusting faster and moaning louder ‘’fuck, take all of me’’ you gagged a little bit ‘’I know you can take it, be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth’’ so he kept doing it, on his own pace, but always making sure you were okay and taking breaks for you to breathe, at one point he stopped and let you take the lead again, while you were bobbing your head on his cock he noticed you were grinding the floor, you couldn’t help it, you needed some relief ‘’what the fuck do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked yanking you by the hair ‘’are grinding the fucking floor? are you that filthy?’’ he said while choking you lightly and hoisting you up again from the floor ‘’sorry Sir, I- I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry’’ ‘’open your mouth.’’ again, you always do what he asks, and you already knew what’s coming. Harry spits in your mouth, and you loved it, you loved the humiliation, you loved being manhandled by him, ‘’thank you, Mr. Styles.’’ you said smiling at him, ‘’oh, I’ll give you something to really thank me for’’ Harry put you on his desk, on your tummy, with your ass up, gave you one more smack and took off your panties, he didn’t even give you time to think about what he was doing, he ligned up his cock to your entrance and in one deep thrust he was fully into you, it felt like the air was out of your lungs and your eyes were rolling, and you heard Harry ‘’jesus fucking christ, you’re so fucking wet, fuck it’s dripping down your thighs’’ and all you could menage to do was moan, you moaned loud as Harry kept thrusting like his life depended on it, ‘’such a good fucking slut with the perfect tight cunt, just for me, right?’’ he grabbed you by the throat to let your head touch his chest ‘’huh?’’ ‘’yes, just for you Sir, only for you.’’ ‘’such a good fucking whore’’ as he kept his rythm you felt the bubble on your lower tummy starting to grow and he felt you squeezing him ‘’do you wanna keep this job?’’ fuck, he was still in character ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, please, please, please’’ you didn’t know what were you begging for, ‘’so ride me, but don’t you dare cum, and you better do a good job’’ you didn’t even answer, he slowly got out of you and sat on his chair, you straddled his lap and ligned yourself on him again. You on top was one of your favorite positions because it made you cum faster, but now with the rule he set for you, it was going to be hard but you kept going up and down on him, Harry was an absolute moaning mess, his hands were all over your ass, he loved the feeling of your ass giggling on his hands ‘’holy fucking shit, you’re such a slut, fucking your boss for a job, huh? I bet you were waiting for this happen, you wanted me to see the lingerie, didn’t you?’’ your orgasm was approaching ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, I always wanted to feel your cock, please, let me cum, I’ll be so good, I’ll do whatever you want’’ ‘’oh, will you now?’’ at this Harry got up with him still inside of you, and sat you on his desk, he yanked your hair to make your neck vulnerable for him, his thrusts were now slow but deep, while he was kissing your neck till your earlobe, and he whispered ‘’so I want you to cum with me, all over me, I wanna hear you scream, be a good cockslut and do what I’m saying’’ he didn’t wait for your answer, he started thrusting hard and fast again, chocking you the way he knew you liked it, your mouth was open and droll was coming out of your mouth while you’re moaning ‘’am I fucking my little whore stupid?’’ he was so condescending and you loved it ‘’cum for me, now’’ he knew you were close and he was too, he started rubbing circles on your clit while thrusting and that was it for you, you squirted all over his cock and lower stomach, it was so strong, you were seeing white and your ears were buzzing, but you felt Harry orgasming above you ‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, such a good girl’’ and you felt spurts inside you.

You were both fucked, Harry rested his forehead on your chest, breathing hard and you felt like floating, ‘’babe, you good?’’ he asked ‘’uhum, just can’t feel my legs and I’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but I’m feeling really fucking good’’ he loved you so much, he loved how you didn’t hold anything back when talking about your feelings, you were so open to him, you trusted him so much, ‘’thank you for making that happen, I know it’s not usual for you but fuck, that was so good, you’re so good to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I know I’m not being the best boyfriend right now, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.’’ he said while kissing you all over your face, and you knew he would. ‘’None of that, you do what you need to do. I love you and I’m here, I’m glad I could make something you really wanted, I was good?’’ ‘’You’re perfect, such a good little slut f’me’’ you both laughed, while kissing each other. 

[theflashdriver]

Trial by Flyer (A Silvaze AU)

The campus was dark and silent tonight, the wind wasn’t whistling through the trees and what little star and moonlight would have shone its way to her was being blocked out by a thick wall of clouds. Blaze the cat, age sixteen, shouldn’t have been out here at so late an hour. Midnight had just passed, the witching hour had arrived, and yet, this feline witch was supposed to be long in bed. Instead, where was she? Sat at the bottom step of the outdoor amphitheatre, fingers steepled and her right foot tapping uncontrollably as she awaited her best friend.

The Marble Garden School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a place of learning only for the chosen few and, as such, there were many serious rules that were mandatory to abide by. There were a multitude of simple rules that, if broken, could result in a severe punishment of expulsion; girls weren’t supposed to enter the boys’ dormitories (and vice versa), you weren’t allowed to cast nefarious spells on other students, there were to be no paid additional studies and, the rule that Blaze was currently breaking, all students had to be in their respective dormitory buildings before eleven at night. Just being out here was making her anxious, quadrupling her heartrate and making even the most minor of sounds all the more terrifying.

Blaze was a good student, well… a mostly good student; a good student as much as she could control being a good student. While she rarely raised her hand in class, only answering questions when she was called upon, she listened diligently to her lecturers, studied all she’d learned thoroughly every night, shirked social and extracurricular opportunities and took additional time at the library whenever possible. She put in more effort than any other student she knew of, that wasn’t a matter of pride so much as a fact that her teachers wouldn’t stop reminding her of. Whenever she did well on a test or whenever they wanted to give an example of a good student, her name would quickly fall from their lips followed by a heaping of praise.

Yet, despite all the praise she received and how good of a student she was, here the feline sat; so casually breaking curfew. It was as if she was trying to be caught even, a heavy bag sat beside her and she was dressed in the garb that she’d chosen as her uniform- a tall hat with a golden buckle and belt adorned her head ita long sleeved purple dress that frilled out at the cuffs and hem covered her body only to be topped by a purple-leather mantle, a set of thick purple tights with golden swirls decorating them and a pair of high heeled boots to match. The only aspect of her dress that wasn’t purple and gold were her gloves, stark white evening gloves that reached deeply into her sleeves. If she was seen, for a plain an outfit she’d tried to pick (from a very limited list of options) she’d be recognised on sight; a fact that was making it all the harder to not just run back to her-

A voice suddenly assumed the entirety of her mind’s attention, not entering through her ears but jumping directly into her brain, “Blaze! I’m so sorry, I’m running a little late. The groundskeeper was cleaning a mess outside the boy’s dorms, I had to sneak out through the window. I won’t be much longer!”

Quickly, Blaze raised her pointer fingers to the air and set their tips alight. Intricately, methodically, she traced a pair of intricate and overlapping sigils in the air and closed her eyes. The moment they were completed, she brought those fingers to her temples and thought in the loudest voice possible, “Silver. It is okay, I am glad you were not caught. I am waiting at the agreed location, please come quickly. Did you remember your notebook?”

A moment passed but no reply came.

Her fingers left her temples and her eyes flickered open but the symbols she’d cast had already faded from the air. A sigh slipped from her mouth as she recrossed her legs and resumed waiting, uncertain that her message had left her, let alone reached its intended reciprocate. He wasn’t that late, and the boy’s dormitories weren’t too far from the amphitheatre, but every second spent out her left more chance that they’d be caught. The moment he arrived, they could achieve the motive of their rule-breaking and quickly sneak back to their respective rooms.

Oh, who was she kidding; this wasn’t going to go nearly as quickly as she hoped.

It was as she had that thought that a twinkling of light, like a small cluster of stars had managed to split through the clouds, drew her attention. She looked up, frowning hard at the glow as she attempted to identify it; as it drew closer, she understood it to be the form she was awaiting. Silver the hedgehog, also age sixteen, was descending from the sky as though he was carried by a moonbeam; wrapped in cyan, psychic, light, his form was difficult but not impossible to distinguish. Before he arrived, the feline jumped to her feet and dusted herself off, quickly scanning their surroundings to make certain no one else had been watching them. He landed without a sound; standing next to her, still coated in energy, his height only just superseded hers due to the nature of his tall quills. If she wasn’t wearing heels of course, the different between them would be far clearer.

With the flaring of his fingers, the light faded from him but that new sight entirely perplexed Blaze. She’d noticed his lack of hat, thus being why she wasn’t presently taller than him, but not the lack of his other garb. Silver stood before her, dressed in a short-sleeved green t-shirt and a pair of baggy pyjama trousers.

“Silver,” She half whispered half grumbled, trying to keep her voice down but make it clear that she was perturbed, “Where are your robes, where is your notebook?”

His bright yellow eyes seemed to dance for a moment, looking to her before down to his own frame. As a realisation hit, his quills shot up straight and a hint of embarrassment overcame his muzzle, “Sorry, I forgot to drop the charm. I figured I’d be too bright if I tried to scout a path dressed normally, give me a moment.”

Like a chimneysweep dusting soot from his body, the symbols on his palms flaring, Silver began to pat himself down. With no more than those touches, he unearthed the outfit that he’d hidden- he wore open robes with flaring sleeves (cut with a keyhole window that exposed the upper portion of his chest fur), a set of baggy trousers and some thick boots with metal caps. That description made the outfit seem basic but, in truth, it was anything but that; head to toe, Silver glowed with a strange bioluminescence that matched the symbols on his hands. Scales and lines like mycelia flared additional light from seemingly random points on his person, forming jagged lines both across and up his visage. In some places it made sense, like on the buttons of his mantle and hemming his clothes, but in others it seemed nonsensical.

To conclude this transformation, he slicked his fingers through his quills and revealed what Blaze thought to be the most ludicrous cap worn by any student in this entire school. As if to compensate for the muting of his own overgrown quills, often having to be pulled back into a braid or ponytail, Silver’s choice of hat was so tall that its point had bent not three days beyond his arrival at this school. It was faintly glowing and cyan, alike the rest of his garb, but the underside of its large rim especially so. It looked as though his head was topped with a large, bioluminescent, mushroom cap with incredibly bright gills.

Reaching into his robes, he drew out his notebook and beamed at her, eyes still shining even while his hat tried its damnedest to obscure them, “There, is that better?”

Realising quite how intently she’d been staring at this magical display, Blaze quickly turned away and busied herself within her bag; though she’d thoroughly enjoyed the display, he was eating up their time. Under her breath, half hoping he didn’t hear, she murmured, “You’re so naïve.”

She pulled out her own notebook, flipping it open to her most recent writings. In a cursive, neat and elegant, font were two pages of heavily sourced notes pertaining to the history and practice of future prediction and other sorts of divination magic. She managed to walk beside him, still not looking to him, and show him the pages.

“These should help you start your essay, at the very least. All these books are available in the library but, if they’re taken out, I have my own copies that you can borrow,” She tapped one name in particular, “Look out for books and stories by and about her in particular, Amelia Rose. Her works are a lot older but, while I find them too flowery, they’re a very good source.”

She dared to throw a glance in his direction only to find him staring at the pages as if the several dozen names and notes were going in one of his ears and out the other. His words seemed to leave some kind of impact on him though as he managed to nod at them, “Amelia Rose, Amelia Rose, okay!” Blaze went to tear the two sheets free for him to slot into his own book, but a fumbling hand caught hers before he could, “Don’t worry about that, you need to write this essay too, right?” She looked to him incredulously only for him to start beaming again, “I learned a new spell, watch this!”

He shuffled his way just behind her, reaching around her shoulders. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, Silver plopped his notebook face town atop hers Almost immediately, Blaze felt her tail stiffen and bump against him as his arms came to rest atop his and his frame pushed so close to hers. Two of his fingers pushed against the back of both his pad’s covers and began to weave small circles. They traced from top left to right, gradually going along and down line after line after line. She watched as sparks of excess cyan energy, that which the book didn’t absorb, slipped from beneath his fingers and fluttered in the air before them. Quickly, the tenseness in her tail faded and she felt herself relax into his grasp, but she wasn’t thinking about that. She was simply enamoured by whatever it was he was doing.

So enamoured in fact that when he flipped his book in a single movement, uttering an overly pleased, “Tada!” It took Blaze a moment to come to her senses and realise what he’d done. Her words, her exact handwriting, had been copied onto the pages of his book. He’d learned this spell specifically so that she didn’t have to duplicate her notes for him, her notes could simply duplicate themselves.

“You’re so…” She went to reprimand for acting without explaining, for allowing his talent to swallow the entirety of her attention again, only to notice something comically foolish, “Your book was upside-down…”

“W-What? Oh, um…” He lifted it from hers, stepping out from behind her and squinting at the writing incredulously, “It’ll still work for studying though, right?”

“It should do,” She comforted him, but at the showing of his notebook a question rose to mind, “Did you get my message earlier?”

“Oh, yeah! You’re getting way better at telepathy Blaze,” He was smiling again, “You said it was ok and to come quickly, right?”

Ah, so the end of her message had been cut off. Her casting, even of that basic spell, was still far from perfect… unlike his.

While Blaze excelled at all things theoretical, she could easily write essay upon essay and was quick to learn that which she heard or could read, Silver was a master of practical magic. Without really understanding what he was doing, the hedgehog frequently found himself successfully casting spells on a whim and without particularly understanding their idiosyncrasies. To contrast this, despite putting in an equal amount of effort as her, Silver was especially bad at deskwork; he’d attempt to answer teacher’s questions and routinely be incorrect as well as, despite weeks of study, barely earn passing grades in written exams. Curiously enough, just as she mirrored his written ability, Blaze was lacking when it came to practical magical talent. When it came to offensive spells and fire magic, she was fairly adept at casting but anything beyond that seemed to be out of her reach. Telepathy was one of the first spells they’d been taught, and she still couldn’t transmit full thoughts, only brief fragments; abjuration, conjuration, transmutation and illusionary techniques, outside of only the most basic, were beyond her.

One would think that, for those reasons, the two wouldn’t get along but they’d formed a strong bond in their first year. It’d been very obvious to Blaze that the hedgehog was struggling, he wore his heart on his sleeve in such a blatant way, and she had taken some degree of pity on him. That pity had soon been corrupted by a mutual admiration of course, even during their first year (3 years ago) he’d shown such magnificent talent, and that admiration had forged the bonds of their friendship. They looked after each other, helped each other wherever possible and promised to come to the other for help… just as she had offered an exchange and asked him to break some rules tonight. She’d thought she’d have to beg but he’d agreed without hesitating.

“So, Friday’s test…” She led, knowing that day was only one more night away, “I know this is a little short notice, I thought I could maybe do this myself, but-

A pair of hands found hers, palm topped palm as her fingers held her tight.

“We help each other, Blaze. There’s nothing to worry about,” She caught his eye again and knew that he was being genuine, “Of course I’ll teach you to fly!”

Blaze’s gaze slipped from Silver. Her stomach was churning, it felt as though the world was spinning, the mere mention of that word and all it implied made her slightly sick. On Friday, they had their first real test of this semester- a flying obstacle course set up on the sports grounds, a small path that they had to complete. Even outside her difficulty casting a spell that would allow her to fly, Blaze had a rather significant fear of heights; when she’d arrived at her dorm room within the girl’s tower she’d almost panicked at the view from her window. For this reason, while other students had made the extracurricular effort to learn flight, Blaze had only just started to learn. She’d tried to find the right spell for her over the past few weeks, researching thoroughly, but none of them had worked with her specific type of magic.

“Alright, th-thank you Silver,” She managed to glance at him again, only to find that he’d leaned in closer, “What do you think the first step is?”

Silver’s hands slipped from hers, he fumbled with his chest fur in thought for a moment, “Well, it’s probably best to start at the beginning; you need to take off. From there, it’s just learning to control yourself; that gets way easier with practice!”

“Right, taking off…” She considered, still rather disgusted, “How would you recommend I do that? I don’t think your method will work for me.”

As if to exemplify why his method wouldn’t work, a gentle hue of cyan light overtook Silver’s frame and carried him into the air. He flipped to hover upside down, looking her in the eye as he sunk deeper into thought, “Probably not…” His eyes seemed to dance across her body, lingering on her hands before finishing at her feet, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, you can make fire come from anywhere, right?”

With no more than a thought, Blaze allowed a pair of flaming plumes to emerge from her shoulders and dance in the windless night before having them vanish and growing a set of vague flame-wings, “Anywhere on my body, as much as I can muster.”

“Well…” He looked like what he was about to say was foolish, “What if you made yourself like a rocket? What if you shot fire from the bottom of your feet and pushed yourself into the air?”

It was, it was very foolish, “Silver, even if I could do that, it’d be incredibly unstable and almost impossible to balance. If my top half leaned over then I’d fly in just about any direction, I could race to the ground like a falling star.”

“I thought about that too!” He beamed, “What if you used your hands to make almost… stabilisers? Like what people put on a bike so they don’t fall over, only for flying.”

For as ridiculously as he’d phrased it, that was a fairly succinct counter to her issue. There was however a magnitude of issues still both swirling in her gut and with his plan, “Ok, but that presupposes that I can even make enough thrust to lift myself, Silver. I really doubt that I can…”

“Oh, have you tried before? Darn, I really thought it’d work…” He went back to thinking, almost seeming to scan her body again, but those words had made Blaze’s mind even more of a mess.

Her gaze broke from his and she hesitated again, looking at her hands and conjuring small flames. The rate with which flame emerged from her was something she could control but she’d never truly thought to, “Not really, no.”

“You haven’t? Can we try it then?” Her uncertainty must have been showing because he flitted back around, looking her in the eye, “I’ll stay right next to you, I won’t let you fall, I promise!”

She gulped, “Do you?” It was a question she already knew the answer to but worry was brewing in her gut.

“Of course, I’m here to help you, Blaze!” He insisted, preparing her arms as if she was already about to catch her, “I would never let you down.”

“Ok,” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, “I’ll give it a shot…”

Blaze was rather unsure what to do with herself to become more aerodynamic, but she gave it her best. She pushed her heels together but kept her toes far apart, keeping her hands parallel but separate to her waist with her palms pointed towards the ground. Lighting a flame was easy, she had just done it with a thought, but producing a constant and controlled flame would be just a little bit harder. She focused her attention on the underside of her boots and centre of her palms, trying to pool all of her arcana evenly over those four spots.

A thought dawned upon her, “Should I I just let it go or should I jump and do it from the air?”

“T-Try just letting it go,” Silver’s voice cut through her focus, “It looks like you’re doing rea-

A single lapse in her concentration was all it took. As Blaze was trying to focus on his words, the seal keeping her flames from spilling free lapsed. A thunderous force, larger than any Blaze had tried to conjure before, burst from all of four of her extremities with an unrelenting roar and launched her straight up into the air. The moment she opened her eyes, Blaze was met with cloud but soon they passed and cracked to reveal an unending array of stars dancing around the moon. For a single moment, as her eyes lingered on the shining crescent above, she felt joy; she’d done what she thought impossible, she’d successfully taken off… but she was still soaring.

There was no ceiling to stop her and, much more terrifyingly, no safety net beneath her. She’d shot off without warning, she had no idea how fast she’d flown or what kind of noise she was making. It was possible she’d woken up the whole campus, it was probable that one of the nightguards had noticed! She was going to get them in so much trouble! As she glanced around herself in an attempt to find Silver, she forgot how important the positioning of her palms was and sent herself into an upwards corkscrew. Now spiralling, her hat having long fallen from her head, Blaze fought to regain control but soon found herself spinning on more than one axis.

Her focus and control waned, the fire at her limb’s ends snuffed and soon she reached the apex of her ascent. For the briefest of moments, she felt weightless, having tumbled up to mingle with the stars, but she very quickly found herself plummeting. With the wind rushing around her frame, Blaze couldn’t relight her form and, even if she could, her feet and hands were in such wrong positions.

She started to scream, the sound had just begun to leave her lips, when something soft found her back and hooked around the underside of her legs. She couldn’t have fallen for half a metre before that gentle touch had found her and brought them both to a standstill in the air. Lit by the moon more than his powers; Silver’s smile was huge and his eyes sparkled down at her. She’d landed in his arms; he was holding her back and beneath her legs, clutching her close to his body in an attempt to secure her. His face, his smile, it was all so close; she couldn’t recall anyone else ever looking at her like this, especially not after she failed.

“Are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” He insisted, but before she could say a word his smile almost tripled, “You did it Blaze! You flew!”

“I-It was more like I exploded! Don’t be so naïve!” She tore her gaze from him only to be confronted by their current height. Despite her blush and false-fury, Blaze was forced to meet his gaze, “Don’t act like that was a success!”

“What’re you talking about, you took off!” He sounded so excited, “You managed to learn that so quickly, I was sure it’d be the hardest part, the rest should be a cinch!”

She felt him shift just a little, something popped into the corner of her vision; a certain black hat that’d been lost in her flight. Snatching it, simultaneously gripping him tight with her remaining arm, she used the garment to hide her face, “Stop being so naïve…it’s not going to be that easy.”

A brief silence overcame them and Blaze found herself shrinking further into her hat and, almost by mistake, deeper into his arms. Over the past handful of months, Blaze had been catching herself in these positions more and more often; every single time she had only herself to blame, though she’d usually berate him for his part in them. They’d be studying in the library, sitting side by side as they read, and her head would just so happen to find comfort on his shoulder, or they’d be walking across campus and she’d, eventually, notice that their fingers had intertwined. Prior to this year, Blaze hadn’t thought much of these occurrences, they’d just sort of happened, but idle gossip, fresh from the girl’s common room, had made her far more aware of these things.

Silver’s talent hadn’t gone unnoticed by their lecturers or, as Blaze had come to learn, their classmates. The bizarre bubbling sickness that Blaze had experienced when another student had expressed interest in the hedgehog and pried about their relationship was unlike anything she’d felt prior. Though she’d wanted to deny the rumour, she’d found herself entirely unable to.

Hesitantly, she flicked up the brim of her hat for a small glance at him. Despite her prior rudeness, he looked entirely unphased; the wizard in training was simply looking up at the sky and smiling, taking in the stars. The way the night-light seemed to colour his fur, let alone the expression it managed to put on his face, was just a little dazzling. It’d taken her a while to really understand it, but there was something rather… aesthetically pleasing about his form. Nothing she ever planned to admit aloud of course, especially not to him, but after that girl had mentioned it, the changes he’d undergone over the years and the way his eyes sparkled did make for a rather pleasing visage (even despite his silly robes).

Realising that she’d been thinking for much too long and noticing him turning back in her direction, Blaze quickly made a demand, “I want to try again.”

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” He affirmed, still smiling as his gaze returned to her, “You can stand on my feet if you want. That way you’d be up straight, it might help you get used to this.”

“It means I’ll be free of this embarrassing position, I’m willing to try anything,” She huffed but, moments later, caught herself and realised what she’d said. He was trying his best to help her, he probably didn’t even think this was embarrassing, “You’ll still… hold me, won’t you?”

“I won’t let go until you tell me too, I promise,” The hedgehog pledged.

She shifted in his grasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders, and, ever so gently, he slipped his hold from her legs. It took a little bit of fumbling but, eventually, she managed to perch herself on the tips of his boots. Despite how painful it’d surely be if they were on the ground, this change of position didn’t seem to bring him any discomfort as he glided his remaining free hand around her back.

The young witch peered over his shoulder and her gaze fell upon the thick cloud barrier beneath them. Up here, no lecturers or other students could see them; they were alone with the night’s celestial bodies. Though being above the clouds did frighten her, the fact that they couldn’t see the ground was making things a lot easier. She knew that Silver wouldn’t let her fall, she believed in his abilities, but having that a fluffy-fake ground beneath them was doing her a world of good. Gradually, she managed to shift some of the tension from her shoulders and hold him in a less life-or-death manner.

He seemed to notice the shift, “Alright, maybe you should start with your feet? That way we can keep holding each other.”

That made sense but, truth be told, letting go seemed a little easier than stepping off and into the abyss, “One foot at a time?” She hesitantly suggested.

“Try to use just enough energy to lift you but not to change how high you fly,” Silver recommended, “Once you’ve figured that out once, you should understand how it feels and be able to do it again.”

Blaze heaved a shallow breath and closed her eyes, “Okay… okay…”

She leant back just a little, allowing her left foot to depart from his frame. It took no more than a thought for her to produce a small flame but that would not provide enough thrust to keep her afloat. Slowly, gradually applying more power to her newfound thruster, Blaze felt precarious half of her body begin to shit up and away from the anchored half. Working down and up in smaller and smaller increments, she sought equilibrium for what must have been minutes before finally finding something close to it. She focused on the feeling of flames flowing freely from her heel, their exact measure and rate as well as the small pressure being put upon her knee and the greater one on the arch of her foot.

Once she’d held it for a few moments, she dared to open her eyes and look to Silver, “I think it’s time for the right one. Could you…” She hated the only way that she could think to phrase this, “Hold me a little tighter.”

Silver, without even hesitating, moved his hands to grasp the robes above her shoulder blades. The look in his eyes reinforced his prior promise and gave her all the motivation she needed. Her right foot left his boot and, though the shift in weight made her dip just a little, with its ignition, it was easy to make it match her left. Blaze found herself to be hovering, hanging in the sky by her own accord.

When she managed to tear her eyes from her boots, she found that his smile had tripled in size, “You’re doing it Blaze!”

“Sh-Shush,” She hissed, feeling herself grow redder as more flames sputtered from her soles, “I’m trying to concentrate.”

The feline took a moment; shifting the ball of her foot seemed to allow for a degree of dexterity on her part- if she angled her shoe correctly then the flames would correspond and allow her to drift. Slowly, gradually, Blaze managed to bring herself to circle the hedgehog and bring him to spin on the spot. Every time she dared to glance at him, she found an even greater look of amazement on his face. Eventually, finally, she decided to halt her practice.

“I think I’m ready,” She decided.

Silver simply nodded and, clearly trying not to disturb her, released the tension at his fingertips but did not shift his hands; he left that final move entirely up to her.

She slowly slipped from beneath his fingers but, just when as his arm were about to fall to his sides, dared to grasp his right hand, “I still want you to stay close though.”

Her movements were made more awkward and slow by her lack of an anchoring point but, soon, the two of them were gliding together. With each passing second of flight, as she acclimatised herself and grew accustomed to the movements, she felt the heavy iron ball in her gut gradually shrink. She refused to let herself think this was fun, especially not while she was holding his hand so tightly, but she did permit herself an internal admission that this wasn’t entirely awful. Skating over a sea of clouds, surrounded by starlight and hand in hand with her best friend? It was very difficult to think of this as awful, even if not seeing the ground was a huge part of it.

Tentatively, trying something new, Blaze managed to turn and face him while still flying in the same direction.

The shift came with a small increase in speed but Blaze took that in stride, “Is there anything you think I should try, Silver?”

“Well, the test is supposed to be fairly simple, it’s just a little obstacle course. It focuses on manoeuvring through the air…” He mused aloud before, in a serious tone, making a foolish suggestion, “If you’re alright with separating, we could play a game of tag?”

It was a childish proposition or, at least, that was Blaze’s first thought. Her second thought was far more positive though as she realised what his suggestion implied, his natural talent and experience flying meant that he could already soar to the academy’s standards. If she could even just follow his path then, surely, that meant she would pass too. There was only one problem- she’d have to separate from him.

Blaze brought herself to a halt, allowing her thumb to glide over his knuckles, “If I call out, I know you’ll come and catch me…” Something about this, assumedly the fact that her training had taken on such an embarrassing form, was rebolstering her blush, “But I’d like to hear you say it again.”

“If you fall, I’ll catch you, Blaze. I promise,” He swore, his smile totally vanished and his most serious face took its place, “You won’t even touch the clouds.”

Her fingers slipped from his, she was on her own in the sky, “So, how are we going to do this?”

“How about you fly away from me first and then, if I catch you, I’ll try to keep away from you?” He’d phrased it in such an honest way that, were it anyone else proposing it, she’d think they were being condescending. He really thought there was a chance that he wouldn’t be able to catch her and that he wouldn’t have to slow down so she could catch him.

Still, regardless of the difference between their skill, she was going to give this her best. Though it renewed that weight in her belly, even though she was certain that she would regret it mere moments later, Blaze pointed her toes skyward and rushed away from Silver, struggling to turn mid-air on order to see where she was going in this obstacle-less sky.

“W-Wait, Blaze, is that a yes?!” He called out and, by the sound of his voice, he wasn’t giving chase yet.

Deciding she needed this lead in order to make their game even remotely worthwhile, she didn’t answer him. Remembering the stabilisers she’d used for take-off, Blaze brought her hands to burn and, though she floundered for a moment, used their bonus thrust to shoot even further from him. That done, cloud after cloud vanishing beyond her feet, she dared to look over her shoulders and saw a cyan globule finally begin its shift towards her. Though she tried to fight it, a grin managed to wriggle its way onto her face as she looked forward. If she was bound to be caught and he’d surely gain on her soon, it was worth getting in a little practice… besides, he could surely use some training too.

With the simple quirk of her brow and through rolling her heels, Blaze feigned a movement left before shooting off towards the right. She didn’t even glance back at him after that, instead opting to try and alter her elevation; with a bit of effort, the young witch managed to align her body and crawl further into the sky as she flew away. Using her hands made all of this a lot easier, she could flare more energy into them to aid in adjusting elevation or simply increase the flames coming from one palm to force her path to bend.

“You’re doing great, Blaze!” A much too close voice called out, “I’m sure you’ll ace the test! You’re already so good!” It was getting closer by the second.

She’d known this would happen, it was an inevitability, but the pyrokinetic found that a competitive spark had stolen the spot of that metal mass in her gut. Her pulse was pounding, she knew her magic could hold out for another hour at minimum; she decided that the best way to learn was a trial by fire. Alternating hands and kicking as she went, Blaze managed to form eight quick zigzags before shooting left with all her will. Flare after flare burst from her limbs as she darted further and further above the clouds.

Unfortunately though, just as Blaze thought she was reaching the summit of what she could stomach, there was a flash of cyan light above. Blaze didn’t even have to glance to know what’d happened, Silver’s experience flying mean he’d clearly understood plotting the shortest route. Being in the lead was difficult, every harsh turn meant traveling further for the lead and a shortcut for the one behind. Simultaneous to that though, Silver was (perhaps unknowingly) about to teach her a technique she hadn’t even attempted yet. The only way to avoid him was to descend.

Blaze tried to lessen her output, but that proved far harder than increasing their potency. Once her upward thrust was spent, she began to plummet like a stone and fall feet first towards the clouds. Her hands flickered and sputtered as she tried to balance herself again, she straightened her back and shut her eyes tight as ignition after ignition failed to fully take hold. Finally, she managed to light her ignitions again… only to overdo it and rocket right back up. She shot right past him, very almost being caught.

As he rocketed up to give chase, frustrated, Blaze chose to continue to practice altitude control. Rather than snuff everything, she focused and manage to mute the flames on her feet. The difference was clear and immediate, she was slower and a lot shakier but this worked far better than trying to calm both sets of flames. She managed to drop directly in front of him only to then relight her boots and blast forward. The feline must have gotten too greedy and drawn too close because she soon felt something pad between her shoulder blades.

“Tag!” The moment she’d registered the touch, he’d called out as if they were kids on the playground.

She swivelled around in the air only to find he’d raced off in the other direction so quickly that he almost looked like a star on the horizon. Leaning into her movement, Blaze found herself flying faster than she ever had before. In the time it took to catch up to the grey wizard, Blaze had a moment to contemplate the rather miraculous change she’d experienced. She’d gone from being terrified of heights to dancing across the sky just like he could. Admittedly, she was certain those fears would return if she was on the other side of the cloud barrier or flying alone but flying around the test course with the instructors watching would surely prove easy enough. It’d been an exchange of tutelage, she’d given him notes and he’d helped her practice, but Blaze couldn’t help feeling a little indebted to her partner.

Some of that feeling waned when she caught sight of him and how he was flying though. The hedgehog flying with his back to the ground and his eyes trained upon her, he almost looked like he was sitting up in bed. Blaze understood why he’d chosen that position, it meant he’d been able to keep an eye on her and that he’d be able to fulfil his promise, but that didn’t stop it from stoking a more competitive aspect of her psyche.

It was just naivete, he didn’t know how cocky he was being, yet it still fuelled her drive! Blaze closed her fists for a moment, allowing pressure and tension to build in them just as she had when first taking off. It was terrifying to be frank but, knowing the direction she was rocketing and that the closer she was to him the safer she’d be, Blaze managed to steady herself and focus on building energy. Containing her flames slowed her in the short term, so much so that the grey hedgehog’s head cocked and he seemed to slow down. At the perfect second, just as she saw his mouth begin to open and the gap between them lingered around four dozen metres, Blaze reopened her palm.

Like catching a surprise shooting star out of the corner of his eye, he must have blinked in bafflement when he saw her for the first time. By the time he’d started to move she was already almost upon him, carried by sheer momentum more than thrust at that point, gaining more than a metre with each passing second. Finally, almost too late, he realised that he stood no chance of overtaking her- Silver’s arms opened wide and, with more than a little magic bolstering effort, he both was caught and managed to catch her.

Willing it as she entered his grasp, her flames snuffed themselves as any lingering momentum was absorbed by a combination of his psychic aura and fluffy body. Blaze found herself lying atop him, their muzzles very almost touching and the rims of their hats bumping. If it weren’t for the adrenaline currently coursing through her, she’d probably have had a lot more to say or complain about this situation but, for now at least, she was content to be back on the equivalent of stable ground.

“H-Hi,” He stuttered, plainly surprised and impressed by her showing.

“Hello,” She hummed, grasping at his shoulders to better secure herself, “How was that?”

His arms found her back and his smile quickly returned, she felt their bodies begin to descend, “You were incredible Blaze! You took to the air so well! You probably didn’t even need me for this,” That thought seemed to take the wind back out of his sails, “I-I’ll make up for the notes some other way… I’ll-

“You’re so naïve,” She cut him off, propping herself up slightly, “I wouldn’t have had the guts to come up here without you. You don’t have to worry about making anything up to me.”

The cloud barrier obscured her view of him for a moment or so but soon, she found his face and could see the grounds beneath. Weirdly enough, as she lay in his arms, it didn’t feel like the ground was all that far away. Or, well, that she wasn’t at risk of meeting it at ludicrous speeds.

Gently, slowly, he shifted upright and lowered the young witch to her feet before himself landing back near the heart of the amphitheatre. Now on the ground, a hold that’d once been for the sake of survival and security had transmuted into one born of comfort and kindness. Blaze found herself lingering in his grasp and in fact deepening her hold, the witch’s right arm managed to slip down and hold the small of his back. While she had performed subtle in this shift from practicality to affection, he wasn’t nearly so subdued in his shift. Her feet left the ground again as he hugged her with all his might, chortling as he did so.

When she returned to the ground for a second time and their eyes met again, bristles of heat crept across her muzzle. Without the moonlight, he was the only light for-

“And what time would the two of you call this?” A voice, tired and deep, sounded from one of the amphitheatre’s high seats.

Both their heads swivelled like they were about to be knocked off and their gaze fell upon a very cross and prickly looking figure, sat with a book in his right hand and crackling green energy in his left. The individual’s red eyes and dark robes, entirely lacking the oh-so-common hat most students and lecturers wore, gave away who they were and forced their joy to give way to panic and fear. Shadow the Hedgehog, the very lecturer who would be conducting the flying test, had caught them.

“Um,” Silver stammered, letting Blaze to the ground, “L-Late?”

“How astute,” He seemed to sneer, “And what say you of your current position, Blaze?”

“It’s my fault professor, I asked Silver to-

“N-No, it’s my fault!” Silver cut her off, “Blaze just wanted help, she did nothing wrong!”

“Endangering both your own and each other’s safety and being out of your dorms at such a late hour,” He tutted, “What kind of punishment to give you both.”

Blaze couldn’t help but throw a glance to Silver, the hedgehog looked entirely stern. No matter how they were dealt with, Blaze knew he would try to take it all on himself, just as she had. She was certain there was no way around it, that they’d both be punished, but, following a long and drawn out sigh, the usually cruel lecturer took a bizarre course of action.

“Pick up your things, go to your dorms and pray that I forget this infraction before I settle on a fitting detention,” Their eyes clashed again, confused, but before they could ask, the hedgehog gave a demand, “Well, go on, hurry along before I change my mind.”

They stood frozen for a second but, seeing his brows furrow, the two threw a quick glance to each other before rushing to pick up their things. He’d leaned in close as he went for his bag, “S-See you soon.”

“Yeah…” She managed to mumble, slinging her bag over her shoulders and allowing her shoulder to graze his, “Th-Thank you, Silver. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They were forced to part ways with that as their goodbye, Silver walking

“And do remember, regardless of clouds, if you’re going to make quite so much light at night then people are going to notice!” The old man concluded his chiding, likely returning to his book, “We’re hardly in the right position to see an aurora…”

The walk back to the dorms was lonelier than her walk there by a wide margin. Though they’d parted so suddenly, or perhaps due to it, she could still see his smile in her mind. When they met again tomorrow, she’d try to make it up to him, try to engage first contact like she had in the sky, but the more that wizard’s grin lingered the more embarrassed she felt. While the pyrokinetic doubted Professor Shadow was the type to gossip, if word of their actions spread then the rumours would only get worse. Hopefully no one else had seen them tonight but, by the sound of it, they’d been rather hard to miss…

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⤑   TAKE A PEAK

you’re really making me add this to a read more again, huh.

5. closet

raleigh: his button up shirts & nicer tee shirts on clothes racks with sweaters on the top shelf and shoes on the floor below. he doesn’t have too much room in it otherwise. liz: her closest is too complicated, fuck that. but, while the majority of it is white, the clothes are organized by shades based on the electromagnetic spectrum. surprisingly, most of her shirts are her nasa polos & the only consistent outfit within the closest. because she usually has less than 10 outfits at a time. she swaps out clothes during the seasons, and resales clothes after wearing them a couple times. her sweaters, her personal ones or stolen ones, are kept in drawers within the bedroom alongside jeans & workout attire. like clothes, she has a selected amount of shoes on a bottom shelf. while it won’t be as big as this closest, this has the general vibes. jamie: like raleigh, his button up shirts and any suits. maybe some of his track wear that shouldn’t wrinkle. nicer tee shirts his tennis shoes... and of course his horse gear hiding in the corner :3 maddie: her clothes are just swung on racks when in a hurry to actually clean. if it’s in order, it’s because liz cleaned maddie’s room. most of her shirts are band shirts and leather & jean jackets.

10. pantry

raleigh: box pasta (he loves bow ties because they look like bow ties), rice, cereals (mainly honey nut cheerios, and he’ll try all the flavors), chips (like pretzels, cheetos, popcorn), and kraft mac n’ cheese. then basic baking stuff like cake mixes, sugar, salt, like, typical foods that’s mixed around where he has to scan for a bit to find what he wants. only his teas are organized. and dog food on the bottom. liz: her apartment does not have a pantry. rip. but they way she has food organized is precise.  jamie: his studio does not have a pantry. but it would have box stuff similar to raleigh... but vegan versions... alongside having the most spices out of everyone else and protein stuff. and his would be organized like liz’s. maddie: her apartment does not have a pantry. it would probably be empty besides her box of animal crackers if she did tho. thank goodness she lives with liz. 

15. bookcase

raleigh: his bookcase holds some of his prized possessions and is one of the few thing he actually keeps organized in his place. and here’s how the bare bones would look like. those science fiction books from his piano instructor, a completed lego models of the millennium falcon and the enterprise as “bookends” with some of his preferred star wars & star trek books, though the models take up more space on that shelf. then everything else is just books with some other trinkets that are vague in my head for now. liz: so she has two bookshelves. the first one is in the living area that most to hold themed books and props to whatever theme caitlyn or liz arranged, though now it’s a combination of whatever maddie and liz want to share in that space. this is what that one would look like, though different items. within her bedroom, liz has a plain shelf with image of it here with several books ordered by the dewey system. she may swap out books when she fells it’s too full, but some of her prized book, like her little women book from her childhood or her engineering textbook from her first class with dr. kumar, will always remain. even if liz may read more on her phone (considering it’s cheaper with the library app), she likes to have physical copies of ones she does enjoy or preorder. oh, slightly off topic, but she’s definitely one of those that reads all the books in bill gates or obama’s book lists every year; she should really join a book club. once liz gets a house, you bet that her bookshelf will look like this one in her study. jamie: this dumbass doesn’t read. maddie: while she doesn’t have too many books for a bookshelf, she does have a vinyl rack. or well, something liz built for her that’s similar to this but maddie would paint lighting bolts on the sides because the sides reminded her of lighting bolts. but she has a simple vinyl rack to store her vinyl that will become canvas for her paintings. and, as for the living room bookshelf, she has one of her 70s cameras she found at an antique store that liz cleaned up for her alongside some of her favorite vinyls to show off or, well, not necessary favorite favorites but ones people will recognize & fit with liz, like fleetwood mac rumors. then, there’s a succulent that liz doesn’t touch that maddie keeps care for; his name is pumpkin because of the orange pot.  

20. refrigerator

raleigh: leftovers from takeout, since normally one takeout plate lasts for two meals. then there’s ketchup, soy sauce, milk, eggs, butter, yoghurt (blueberry or oreo preferred), jelly & jam (mainly blueberry or apricot & there’s even blueberry orange marmalade because why not) some veggies, mainly bell peppers & mushrooms, cheeses, chicken, & hot dogs for his dogs. liz: since maddie & liz would share one, i’m listing things that mainly liz’s here. so she has the meal prep meals in containers throughout the work week. leftovers also last longer for her, about three meals. then there’s meats, mainly chicken & salmon (her favorite), basic things like eggs & milk etc, apple butter, jelly & jam (mainly blackberry & grape), worcestershire sauce, & ketchup. jamie: like, all the veggies you can think of. vegan cheeses, oat milk, cilantro, pickles, jam & jelly (mainly strawberry) leftovers. maddie: the avocadoes in the fridge is because of her. there’s also bbq sauce, sriracha, & leftovers. oh, the the mango habanero jam is hers too. 

25. five most recent google search history

raleigh: 1. names for shades of yellow / 2. beekeeping in urban setting / 3. bee species in california / 4. the most common bee in the world / 5. bees in winter  liz: her google search history has been cleared so i can’t share it :/ jamie: 1. football season updates / 2. how much irrnekg (accidental when holly laid on the keyboard / 3. how much is 8 m in feet / 4. inheritance issues / 5. manage a farm long distance maddie: 1. fairy wings reference / 2. fabric paint in local stores / 3. sour candy lyrics / 4. blinking guy meme / 5. keyboard sale

30. netflix watch history (or just clumping all the streaming services here)

raleigh: the mandalorian, david attenborough’s animal documentaries, x files, dr. oakley yukon vet and yes he cries at every episode don’t judge, indiana jones trilogy no fourth liz: downton abbey, fixer upper, pride & prejudice, the biggest little farm, i am greta, and i guess space documentaries... oh, and the lotr trilogy like, three times already :/ jamie: the office, gilmore girls, flashdance, like all of audrey hepburn’s movies but he tries to hide all of this with fast & furious and cobra kai and action stuff maddie: halloween, nightmare before christmas, the chilling adventures of sabrina, glow, the get down, sailor moon, wayne’s world, magica madoka, the breakfast club

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Exploring the menu

When you chow down on food from your local Chinese restaurant, do you really know what you’re eating? I don’t mean the ingredients in the various dishes – let’s not go there; I mean the words used to describe them. 

I’ve been meaning to put together this post on the Word(s) of the Day for a while now, I was finally moved to write it after watching a recent episode of “The Kitchen” on Food Network. Chef Geoffrey Zakarian (I really like him) was demonstrating how to make Egg Foo Young, and he remarked that Egg Foo Young translates to “hibiscus egg” because, he said, the finished vegetable-and-egg pancake supposedly resembles a hibiscus flower. 

Quick aside: you may see Egg Foo Young listed on the menu as “Egg Foo Yung” or “Foo Yong” or “Fu Young” or several other combinations. Other dishes have similar variations when Chinese is translated to English. To keep it simple, I’m going to use the spellings my favorite Chinese joint uses. If you’ve got a problem with that, take it up with the folks at China Rainbow in Litchfield, CT.

So, without further delay, tuck your napkin under your chin, grab your knife and fork (or chopsticks, if you prefer) and let’s dig in. 

The soup course is first. The “wonton” in wonton soup refers to a stuffed dumpling, but also translates from Cantonese – according to Wikipedia and other sources – as “cloud swallow” or “swallowing a cloud,” because the dumplings float in the broth like small pillowy clouds.   

We’ll move on to the noodle dishes next. If you see “mein” on the menu, that means “noodle.” Chow Mein is literally “fried noodle.” Lo Mein is “stirred noodle” (stirred in a wok, one supposes). And “Mei Fun” refers to rice noodles. “Chow Mei Fun” simply means “fried rice noodles.” But I’m sure you already figured that out, because you used your noodle. 

We’ll order a bunch of entrees and share them family-style. How about some spicy Kung Pao chicken or beef? “Kung Pao” means “palace guardian,” and referred to the governor of Sichaun province during the late Qing dynasty. That governor, Ding Baozhen, and the whole imperial system of government fell out of favor in China in the 1960’s and 70’s, so the dish was renamed “spicy chicken” for a decade or so.   

Next up, some Moo Shu pork. The “moo shu” is the name of a tree – the Sweet Osmanthus (also known as Sweet Olive). Some say the yellow and white blossoms of the Sweet Osmanthus look like scrambled eggs.  That’s why moo shu dishes always, always contain scrambled eggs. There’s also a theory that the moo shu is an alteration of “wood whiskers” or “wood shavings,” but we’ll try to avoid that mental image. 

Did you ever watch the old Bob Newhart Show where Bob played a psychologist in Chicago? In the classic 1975 episode “Over the River and Through the Woods,” Bob and his friends Jerry, Howard and Mr. Carlin get drunk while watching a Thanksgiving football game on TV and try to order Moo Goo Gai Pan over the phone. (“More goo to go!”) 

Howard: You said “moo goo goo goo.” Bob: Maybe I’m ordering Chinese baby food! 

I wish it were something more exotic, or funnier, but the name simply describes the ingredients: “moo goo” (button mushrooms) and “gai” (chicken). 

Sometimes the English translation sounds better than the Chinese version. For instance, the small plates of “dim sum” translate to “touch the heart” or “touching the heart.” Isn’t that nice? And you can have a “kumquat” for dessert, but doesn’t a “golden mandarin orange” sound even better? 

Then again, sometimes the Chinese name is far more appealing. I mean, “chop suey” sounds enticing and just a little bit mysterious, but if I saw the translation “miscellaneous bits” on the menu, I’d probably pass.

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10 Substitute For Mushrooms For Kitchen Recipes

Mushrooms are commonly used in a wide variety of foods around the world. Their earthy, meaty flavor adds a unique umami element to the dish. If you are looking for Substitute for mushrooms, we have compiled our top ten options. Some other options may be helpful if you do not enjoy mushrooms and want good alternatives. Other backup options are on the list because they reflect the mushrooms’ taste; Useful if you are allergic to them

Most people prefer healthy mushrooms as part of their daily diet, and not all entries and diets tend to work with this healthy vegetable. However, some people hate this vegetable, especially children, and even those with mushroom allergies cannot eat them.

Only vegetables can only replace if the particular food is suitable for cooking. Not every alternative works for a specific diet.

For example, since you are considered chicken, you can easily replace turkey with chicken in rice dishes. Let’s look at some of the most suitable substitute for mushrooms in cooking and the best food preparation.

What Are Mushrooms?

Mushrooms grow into an umbrella-like structure called the primordium, which then matures into a substrate. Mushrooms are a type of edible fungus. There are more than 14,000 species worldwide. However, you cannot eat most of them. Some of the most popular varieties of mushrooms include a white button, crimini, and portabella.

There are some edible varieties like oyster sauce substitute, enoki mushroom recipe, chanterelles recipe, porcini risotto, shiitake mushroom recipes, and many more.

Mushrooms are earthy and have a delicious taste called Umami. They usually grow on a firm, meaty texture when cooked. The fresh ones give a relatively subtle nut flavor.

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10 Best Substitute for Mushrooms to suit any Situation

You will find Top 10 mushrooms substitutes everywhere you go. We have wrapped up some options that will allow you to match the umami taste of this fungus.

1) Canned or dried mushrooms

If you cannot get your hands on fresh mushrooms or avoid them because they are too expensive, would you like to consider the canned or dried variety? This option will give you a taste similar to the new version.

You can enjoy canned mushrooms as a substitute for the taste of mushrooms. They are not allergic but cannot access fresh ones.

Dried mushrooms build up a sponge in the flavor field, so if you use them in a sauce, use less than what you would call a soup or casserole recipe.

Otherwise, your dish will have an excessive mushroom flavor.

2) Sun-Dried Tomatoes

Sun-dried tomatoes were very popular in the early 1990s. However, this vegetable went off the radar, with more and more people picking regular tomatoes at the time. Since then, it has seen a good rise in popularity, especially among chefs. Tomatoes can dry in the heat of the sun.

Cut these tomatoes into thin slices and fry them in olive oil. They work well with seasonings that include dried herbs, parsley, coriander, and more. They are an excellent choice for mushrooms, and they are popular in many dishes.

You can buy tomatoes that pop with natural flavor and essential vitamins. Cut or dice these vegetables for pasta, meat dishes, fish dishes, and poultry specialties. This vegetable can eat as a fruit to increase energy, improve digestion and eject harmful toxins from the body.

Once that happens, they may become an alternative to mushrooms. This is due to the taste of the soil produced throughout the drying process. Many chefs prefer to use sun-dried tomatoes because they can provide a unique taste in any recipe they touch. You can dice or chop them depending on the dish requirement.

3) Eggplant

Eggplant is very popular in the kitchen. These are egg-shaped vegetables that have vibrant purple skins and taste good. Eggplant is a mild flavoring ingredient that has a “meaty” texture similar to mushrooms. Although not everyone likes eggplant, it is rich in vitamins and is preferred by many cooks due to its sweet taste. While a good alternative to mushrooms, eggplant can easily overcook. Hence, it is essential to take good care of it when preparing food.

As always, the eggplant should be uncovered and then cut into pieces for easy consumption. Eggplants will darken after peeling, so place them vertically in the water to prevent this from happening.

You will not use this to copy the flavor, but it will become a good mushroom alternative if it is the texture you want to change.

Eggplant has a slightly bitter taste, which has the potential to contaminate your food. To avoid this, you need to chop the eggplant and then add salt. Leave on for 10-15 minutes, and then wipe with a paper towel. Salting reduces bitterness and water content.

4) Zucchini

Zucchini is an excellent substitute for mushrooms and comes from the squash family. Eaten primarily as a summer vegetable, its tender flesh, and sweet taste make it ideal for pasta dishes. This vegetable can grow up to a meter on average and is very handy in cooking delicious food.

A young zucchini has a mildly sweet taste, which is similar to mushrooms. Its flesh structure is somehow nostalgic for mushrooms. According to leading chefs, zucchini are good to chop into small pieces.

It is also healthy, nutritious, and delicious. No one would think that zucchini could be used as a mushroom substitute either. The soil taste of this food will somehow simulate the products produced by mushrooms.

The beauty of zucchini is that it can get the flavor from other ingredients in the diet while at the same time adding a little to your diet.

Keep in mind that zucchini has a high water content, which can make some foods too tiring. To deal with this, cover the chopped zucchini with salt and allow resting for 10 minutes before drying with a paper towel. This is the best way to get rid of moisture.

5) Garbanzo Beans (Chickpeas)

Garbanzo beans are also known as toast. This particular ingredient grows only in a few parts of the world. There are two types of beans: The first size is large and has a unique cream color, popular in tins on salad bars or grocery shelves. The second is smaller in size and darker in appearance. However, both options are suitable for a myriad of hot and cold recipes.

Chickpeas are nutritious and add good flavor to salads or dishes. If you plan to cook them, make sure they are well washed and remove all spoiled or discolored beans.

Sometimes, peanut tin cans have so much time that they lose flavor and nutritional value. With this in mind, make sure you have fresh, healthy, and fresh beans packed in cans and look for both dates.

When using these types of beans to replace mushrooms, you first need to know how to cook them.

First, there are a few basic steps to rinse them carefully and inspect them to remove any waste.

Rinse the beans back in the pot filled with water.

Place the pot in your oven and bake the beans for about 3 minutes. Cover the pot.

After this, turn off the oven, but do not remove the beans yet. Let them stay for 2-3 hours.

When finished, the beans are already safe to use as a mushroom substitute.

6) Tempeh

Tempeh is a nutrient-dense soybean product made from cooked, fermented soybeans, high in protein. It is a common ingredient in Indonesia. In particular, it is a soy product that has a strong feeling and characteristics.

The Tempeh tastes almost like mushrooms. If you cut the Tempeh as thin as possible, you can also compare their taste. Tempeh is made by soaking soybeans in water and then cooking them partially. However, if you are allergic to molds, Tempeh is not a good substitute for you.

It gives some subtlety and some acidity, making it a close substitute for mushrooms.

Tempeh is considered a rich source of protein, especially for vegetarians and non-vegetarians. Due to the fermentation process from whole peas, Tempeh has more nutrients compared to tofu. On average, 100 grams of Tempeh contains about 193 calories and 11 grams of fat (of which 2.2 grams is saturated fat).

7) Tofu (Substitute for Mushrooms)

Tofu is a food made with soybeans; condensed soy milk is change into solid, white brick-shaped pieces. It is one of the most popular substitute for mushrooms because of its mild flavor, especially when paired with soy sauce and other umami creamy sauces and herbs. Tofu first appeared in China and quickly spread throughout the continent.

This type of soy diet has expanded its territory to the West and other parts of the world. An enhanced feature of tofu is its rich nutritional and comfortable soft feel. Vegetarians need this food because they need a lot of protein to replace meat or fish.

It is perfect for women. Tofu contains high levels of amino acids and isoflavones, which help the body, activate estrogen.

Also, tofu can use in many dishes, from soups to fried foods. It often comes in large, white blocks. So, you can use a knife or cheese cutter to shape them as you wish for convenience.

Tofu is a popular ingredient used by bean curd and plant-based dieters. Its high protein content makes it a popular meat substitute. A tasty addition – make sure no one you cook is allergic to soy.

8) Russet Potatoes

Rusted potatoes are using as a substitute for baking or frying mushrooms. Potatoes have many varieties in their family. One of them is the russet potato, described as a long and large potato with thick and hard skin.

These potatoes have a relatively large amount of starch, so their flesh is the right color and very dry. Rusted potatoes have an excellent ability to absorb liquid or other concentrates, so they are trendy in making delicious mashed potatoes.

They are not suitable ingredients for boiling dishes such as soups or salads. Based on that, you can easily find out which cases russet potatoes are needed to replace mushrooms.

Rusted potatoes in the preparation of grids should be considered ordinary potatoes.

Clean the skin, especially peel the potatoes.

Dig into the eyes, and then cut them into pieces of suitable shape and size for cooking.

Using this potato substitute can revitalize the fried foods that come with the mushroom topping.

9) Onions

Onions are commonly grown in all over the world and are closely related to garlic, chives and scallions. Onions are an essential ingredient in many dishes and are processed in many ways.

The most common type of onion is usually white, although it varies in size, shape, and color. Interestingly, the onion’s taste is mild and slightly sweet depending on the type and season from very spicy and intense. Red onions are mostly spicy and not suitable for every meal. However, white onions taste a bit sweet and are the perfect place for burgers, chicken, fish, and poultry dishes. Onions can be steamed, fried, or even served as part of cooked dishes. This gives them the versatility that most people are looking for when deciding which vegetables to include in their diet.

When it tastes different from mushrooms, onions should always be on your list for last-minute cooking or making fast, healthy snacks.

Onions can be spicy, but of course, they can pack a lot of flavor and vitamins. Raw onions are very low in calories, only 40 calories per 3.5 ounces (100 g). A fresh onion contains 89% water, 9% carbs, and 1.7% fiber and contains small amounts of protein and fat.

10) Yellow Summer Squash

Golden zucchini has a long, rounded body with an eye-catching golden outer shell. The flesh inside is usually thick, pale yellow, or cream in color, which is very lovely when processed in foods. Yellow Summer Squash is an excellent choice for making soups or porridge, Risotto Nero rice when you go out with mushrooms.

Scientific studies show that golden zucchini contains many nutrients that the body needs. Specifically, it includes various minerals (Mg, Ca, Fe, Zn, etc.) and vitamin A, vitamin B, vitamin C, K, and beta carotene. Along with it is the excellent fiber which helps the digestive system to function more efficiently.

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ABC's of Dante (DMC)

ABC’s of Dante! There were a lot of requests for this. I was aiming for DMC 3 Dante cause he was recommended the most, apart from 5. And... it started of as 3 but I think I got a bit off track and turned this into DMC 5 Dante...

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

> Dante will pull you on top of him and hold you close as he plays with your hair. He'll list off everything you did, in detail, that he loved. He will probably fall asleep first, your weight on top of him feeling like a nice warm blanket.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

> Dante is pretty cocky and will admit that he loves his own body, flaunting it off to you any chance given. If he had to choose a favorite of his though, it would probably be his arms or butt. On you, he loves your thighs and and butt... definitely a butt over boobs guy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I'm a disgusting person)

> When he's been with you for a while, he will cum wherever he wants but prefers to release all over your butt and chest (if you're not on the pill or something). He will even go as far as cumming on your face and saying it was an "accident" if you get pissed off.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory,a dirty secret of theirs)

> Secretly loves the idea of being pegged but is too shy to ask you to fulfil his fantasies. Later on in the relationship he'll eventually ask, having been with you long enough to trust you and feel comfortable with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

> Very experienced. On the odd chance that he isn't, his confidence will more than make up for it. He will know your body better than you know it yourself in less that five minutes, knowing all your sensitive spots.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably exclude a visual)

>  As much as he loves bending you over his desk and having his way with you, his favorite would have to be where you're pinned under him, thighs resting on his shoulders while your heals dig into his back. He can thrust deeper at this angle and it give both you and him an intense amount of pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc)

> Definitely goofy. He loves to make you laugh during the act, possibly to make sure you're not laughing at him, but with him instead. If he's got you on your back with your legs in the air, he'll grab your ankles and joke about how he's loving his new motorcycle.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc?)

> As we can see from the open coat and bare chest, we know Dante doesn't have any chest hair or a happy trail. This would change as he gets older, white hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing under the waistband of his pants. Other than that I expect he's pretty smooth all over...

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

> He will do anything to get you in the mood. Candles? Sure. Rose petals leading to the bedroom? Cool. Music? It'll give some rhythm to his thrusts... He just wants you to be comfortable and safe with him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

> All. The. Time. He will imagine your hands on him instead of his own, moaning, groaning and panting loudly. He'll even talk dirty. He doesn't have any shame when it comes to pleasing himself when you're away. He's a loud, unashamed man.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

>  Loves when you take charge, role play, rope, blindfold, handcuffs, overstimulation, semi public sex, orgasm denial... he can be into almost anything if you're willing to try.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

> um... anywhere? His desk is a good one, but he will literally find anywhere and make it work. Even if it's in a public place, just not where people will actually be paying attention to you both. Balcony, alleyway, car, shower, pools... bed. He's just happy to have you. Doesn't matter where.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

> Coming home to you wearing lingerie or a sexy outfit for role play. Bending over in front of him. Stretching in front of him. Touching him, especially his arms, legs and butt. Sitting in his lap is a sure fire way to get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

> Dante is into pretty much everything, so it's a little hard to find something he won't do. However, anything to do with pee or poop, he refuses to do. Not into knife play or breath play, anything that hurts you he isn't into. Doesn't mind a little pain on his end though.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

> Loves waking you up with his mouth or having you wake him up with yours. He is very skilled with his mouth, he'll bring you to your climax as many times as he wants with just his lips and tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

> Dante can be slow and sensual, usually when he is feeling a little self conscious and needs to feel loved. However, he much prefers to be fast and rough, pining you against walls or bending you over furniture.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

> Loves them. He'll get a call to go on a mission and will quickly come to you as a "send off" for himself, having to quickly chase both of your releases before Lady comes to pick him up. He'll make you both cum within five minutes, giving him plenty of time to get ready before he has to go.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

>  Where's the fun if there's no risk? That's what Dante thinks anyway. On a date at a restaurant? He'll ask you to hand over your panties. Want to have your third orgasm within the hour? He's already working on it. Want to hide in your friends bathroom to have a quickie, having to keep quiet so you don't get caught? He's already pushing you into the small room. Yeah, he likes risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last...)

> All day. All week. Just give him a few breaks inbetween rounds but he'll be good to go in another five minutes. He won't stop until either you or him are in tears from oversimulation.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

> At the beginning he'd only have toys for you. Handcuffs, blindfold, etc. But further into the relationship, he'll eventually get some butt plugs. Some for you, some for him... The guy doesn't care what toys he uses on himself, as long as it feels good, he isn't complaining.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

> Doesn't tease too much tbh. He's too impatient. Unless you've been teasing him all day with your choice of clothing and not-so-subtle bending over in front of him... he'll find a way to punish you... but he prefers being teased instead of teasing you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

> God, he's so loud. He doesn't have any shame when it comes to vocalizing his pleasure. He'll moan, groan, pant, talk dirty... he'll do it all and very loudly. Definitely isn't someone to hold himself back.

W = Wildcard (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

> Dante loves 69'ing... there, I said it.

X = X-ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

> He's definitely got a reason to be confident... he's big and thick, with a nice red mushroom tip and a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

> High as high can be. He's the horniest guy on Earth! He'll gladly fuck you all day everyday if he could.

Z = ZZZ (...how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

> He likes to talk and praise you after sex, getting a few chuckles and laughs out of you before he's out like a light.