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yummy grilled chicken salad i just made + beautiful pennsylvania bike trail + the sweetest little orange cat ive ever met + the world is waiting for u to go out and love it. + ratio
#mmmm grilled chicken#i like to rub down a frozen butterflied chicken breast with a little mayo + onion + garlic powder + red pepper flakes + paprika + mrs dash#+ salt + pepper and cook 5 mins each side. soo juicy and crispy
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nooo nothing to eat but sweet things ahh
#i do love sweet stuff but not when im really hungry#im craving proper food#crumpets grilled cheese bacon soup#oh yes chicken soup mmmm#moje
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9th critter theory, is it a theory? I've never really made a theory before
Okay, so i know im might be overthinking this line but i have to theory this expetully after this short: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/AHzmnLsEdGY
I think that there is more proof than just that one critter to prove that there is one last critter. A cow critter. Lets go over picky piggy’s cardboard cutout
Hi there! I'm PickyPiggy, let's eat!
Roast beef? Delicious!
Grilled chicken? Down the hatch!
Seared elephant? Yum!
Flayed unicorn? Mmmm…
Still hungry... Hey what do you say you and I be friends?
All her lines with food in them, mention the uhh meat? Of another critters
Grilled chicken = Kicken chicken
Seared elephant = Bubba bubbafant
Flayed Unicorn = Craftycorn
But what about roast beef, i think we are missing a critter who was cut from playtime co’s smiling cutters line or was going to replace catnap. The only reason I theory that this critter would replace catnap is the nursery rhyme line “The cow jumps over the moon” I forgot what its called
And with idea that the cardboard cutouts explained how they died i think that the cutouts could hold more secrets than just their deaths
#poppy playtime chapter 3#smiling critters#theory#poppy playtime theory#pickypiggy#craftycorn#bubba bubbaphant#kicken chicken#9th critter therory#maybe a therory
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It's been a really long time since I've been here, life has just been too busy and tiring. I haven't even been able to draw I'm so sorry. Can I ask for two?
PC with a flu or high fever with Eden and Trauma induced Eden insisting on going out to work or sell products to earn money to pay Bailey given that they're already permitted by Eden to go back to town every now and then and that Eden didn't directly buy PC from Bailey. Take your time imma just be here sick in bed.
Hey! So sorry this took so long! I hope you're doing much better now. And don't worry about not having done art! We all work at our own paces, don't push yourself to create when you don't have the will to.
I think I've already covered PC with a sickness, and how Eden is a stern but attentive caretaker. We can see this when there's pass out events at the cabin. They bring you in, put you to bed. After the pred/prey scene they even get you water. So Eden would likely work as normal, but come in to check on you every so often. Get you a drink or a snack. If you're well enough, you can do small indoor chores. If not, sleep as much as is needed.
As for traumatised Eden at the market? Mmmm that good. That's a yummy one. Note: when I say that it's often about horrible things, isn't it? Double note: Lynx would be Axe body spray to the 'Muricans.
Oh - warning for mentions of past non-con btw.
There's too much noise. It burrows into his brain, denying any attempts to drown out the calls of purveyors of goods around him. Calling out their produce, prices, how long they'd be there.
There's a baby crying. Wailing as it's father talks on the phone and half-asses shushing it by waving a toy in its face while he isn't even looking at the babe.
There's so many smells he swears they're causing him a headache. Food. Sweat. Some abhorrent chemical smell as a group of teenage boys pass. He remembers Lynx. Remembers the locker rooms at school.
There's eyes everywhere. Blue, green, brown. He thought he saw red at one point. No- no he definitely did. There's a group of goths wandering around. Probably one of them with contact lenses. Eden could swear he feels at least one pair of eyes on him each and every second.
Scant few customers come to his stall. Its mostly older patrons: elderly craftspeople who still practise their trades as the youth buy from companies; aspiring chefs excited to grill up some real game; this one old man who always shows up for the dried back-strap. Eden doesn't remember his name, but the man swears by the stuff. Says Eden comes with the best stock and those other hunters bring bare scraps. Not a surprise, he's seen the incompetence of others who come through the forest.
He swears he can hear laughter amongst the throngs of people. Swears that it must be directed at him. His ugly face. His huge body. His clothing, old and patched. But he has to stay. Has to do it for you. To keep you safe and out of Bailey's money machine.
He wished you were here. Wished you'd come bounding up to him with that smile of yours and drag him home. But you're also at work, coralling dogs at the pound for spare change to contribute to Eden's payments to Bailey. Apparently the mutts listen now that you smell like him. Funny thing, how he affects animals. Even dumbass chickens hate him. He'd considered getting some once, but they'd get so stressed around him they wouldn't be able to lay any eggs. Oh, and foxes could take them.
Best to stay there, in those inconsequential memories of the past. It's hard to when he sees a face that surges horrid memories to the front instead. The man looked to be about 70 by this point, wobbling around with a cane. He'd already been grey when they'd met.
"Got any boar meat, lad?" He wheezed, bug-like eyes pooring over the table. His voice was weaker than it had been. There's no flicker of recognition in the freaky eyes.
"A few cuts. Belly or back? I've got hooves, too." Eden's voice doesn't break. Doesn't show his rising panic.
A claw-like hand reaches out to where Eden directed his attention. A shiver goes down the hunter's spine. He remembers those hands. How clammy and cold they'd been. How... insistent and encompassing.
"Aye, this one's a good heavy steak. How much?"
Eden's eyes didn't leave the old man's face. "Freshest cut, got the beast last night. £5."
The old man licks his lips as he pries his wallet free, the appendage dried, cracked and pale. Just like the rest of him. He'd had a tan back then. A terrible, fake one. Fucker had been orange.
Teens ran past once more, barely missing the old man as they screamed. The crypt-bound bag of bones scoffed, disgust apparent. But his eyes linger too long on one of the older boys, with longer dark hair and a skinny frame, just about old enough to start drinking Eden thinks.
Attention soon returned to the hunter, the smile back. Oh look, he'd kept half of his teeth. Impressive for someone his age. They were rotted, though. More so than they had been when he'd visited the orphanage. Probably time for dentures. Eden could still remember the smell of his breath.
"£5, a good price for a good steak. My wife will fry this up well." He's laughing. Eden grants him a polite smile as he wraps up the meat and hands it over.
He tracks the old man as he leaves, watching as his thumb strokes over the paper bill in his hand. He doesn't take a deep breath until he knows he's gone. He can't take a deep breath until he knows, for sure, that he's gone.
£2.50 was what he'd payed for Eden back then.
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picky eater (asher and babe || redacted audios)
hiii here's a cutesy little babe and asher oneshot I wrote based off of my headcanon abt babe being a picky eater and asher basically being a walking garbage disposal, I hope u enjoy :)
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Asher and Babe had never really been much for cooking. Sure, Babe liked to cook on occasion if they found a recipe they really wanted to try, or creating midnight culinary disasters to satisfy their cravings, but they were no chef. Neither was Asher for that matter, unless you stuck him in front of a grill. This meant lots of takeout and/or pre-prepared meals–something David often winced about whenever he heard them talking about whether dinner tonight was pizza for the third night or tv dinners.
The couple peered into their freezer to see what they had to pick from, they could hear the sound of Star Trek replaying on the television from the kitchen.
“Um,” Asher clicked his tongue softly as he pulled various dinners out. “We have chicken pot pies, orrrrr….mac and cheese–that’s always a favorite,” he smiled at his mate before putting it down on the counter. “Or there’s frozen pizzas-”
“I can’t do pizza again,” Babe laughed.
“Take your pick, babe,” Asher replied, putting the remaining TV dinners on the counter.
“This one looks good,” Babe shrugged, picking up one labeled “Roasted Chicken Rigatoni with Pesto.”
“Feelin’ adventurous?” Asher teased. He knew Babe had a hard time with trying new things, especially when one of their safe foods were involved.
“I’ve convinced myself that I like pesto because of how good it looked on the pasta that they had in Luca,” they shrugged, moving over to the microwave to prepare it. They took the container out of the box and followed the instructions. Once the microwave beeped, they took it out for its mid-cook mixing.
They scrunched their nose at the sight of the pesto–it was hot and bubbling, the chicken looked dry, and there was water at the bottom of the plastic container–but nevertheless they persevered.
“Mmmm, scrumptious,” they said sarcastically, doing an impersonation of Sally trying to feed Dr. Finkelstein the deadly nightshade soup.
“That bad?” Asher chuckled.
“It’ll be fine,” they laughed before sticking it back in the microwave.
A few minutes later, dinners had been “cooked” and the couple made themselves comfortable on the couch. Babe poked their pasta around, hesitant to take the first bite. Asher looked over at his mate, his expression a mix between concern and anticipation.
“It’s good! It’ll be good,” they looked over at him, trying to get him to stop watching.
“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than me,” he chuckled, taking a bite from his chicken pot pie. “But if you don’t like it, that’s okay. I’ll finish it for you and we can make you some mac and cheese instead.”
Babe nodded in agreement at his compromise before taking a bite. They chewed attentively for a moment, trying to figure out how they felt about it. They looked over at Ash and smiled softly.
“It’s good,” they nodded.
“Good,” he smiled back, returning his attention to the television. “Always gotta trust Luca.”
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted asher#redacted babe#asher talbot#redacted headcanons#redacted asher x babe#asher x babe#asher and babe#redacted asher and babe#redactedasmr oneshots#asher and babe oneshots#asher x babe oneshots
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I tried fancy grilled salmon. mmmm..... not for this palate, no. currently making mac and cheese and chicken tenders
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It’s your sims family barbecue or the family Sunday dinner. Everybody has their famous dish, dessert or designated staple to bring. Who is bringing what?
Ooooh! Hi Nonnie! Thanks for the question. Let's do two families!
Sunday Dinner w/The Piersons
Even though Noemi is getting good at cooking now, she'll attempt to show up empty-handed LOL. But of course that is not allowed so she's on drink duty. Nate has gotten really good at fish since living in Sulani and taking up fishing. He'll bring one of his famous dishes lol. Kameron is the meat man and does steaks, chops, or whatever big hunk of meat is on the brain. But he loves to cook and will probably do some veggie sides as there will be hell to pay if there are no veggies on the table. He is partial to grilled or roasted veggies. (mmmm broccoli!) Nadia, who is the coordinator of all this, often gets away with not bringing anything. But sometimes she'll buy a nice dessert from somewhere depending on her mood. Finally, for Melany it's all about the carbs sides. She loooooves mac 'n cheese. Really all pasta and cheese combos. If it's not mac 'n cheese it might be some kind of alfredo or pasta primavera.
Annual End of Summer Cookout w/The Churchills
Jorden's family is quite large, and we got to attend their last BBQ. Man...talking about drama lol. His mother (rest in peace) used to do it, but now that she's gone his older sister, Hadley, has made herself Vice President of Family Affairs. She makes her husband grill the hamburgers, hot dogs, and chicken and takes the credit lol. His younger sister, Loren, isn't much of a cook and brings all the paper goods. Luckily her husband, Noah, cooks. He brings the potato salad (his mom's recipe), and no one ever believes he made it and thinks Loren did. Jorden, our resident vegetarian and lover of plants, brings salad. Every time. Never fails. Needless, most of it is left at the end of the day lol. He has never made his made from scratch tomato sauce and spaghetti for them, and they have no idea he has skills in the kitchen. Finally, his little brother, Aiden, brings the drank lol. Don't worry...there are sodas for the kids, but he makes sure the adults have a good time if they want. As for the rest of the menu, the nieces, nephews, and spouses bring enough to provide the variety.
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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.
• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.
⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️
⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️
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⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️
😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡
Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓
Take a Taste: with delicious burger meal at Tokyo Tokyo Restaurant [Recorded: May 6th, 2023]
Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls.
And today, my 🎂30th birthday celebration 🥳 is still ongoing. That is, until this Monday. Nonetheless, here are my recorded photos from yesterday at the delicious Japanese cuisine-Filipino made called "Tokyo Tokyo" 🇯🇵🇵🇭🍱🥢, which debuted in 1985. And much like existing running Philippine restaurants, it is spread over 68 branches throughout this country (as of 2019). But, is it worth my celebratory meal? 🤔 Let's find out! 🙂
If you haven’t seen my previous episode, then please [CLICK ME!].
So, without further ado, let’s get started:
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• First off, we're inside the SM Grand Central (in Monumento, Caloocan City) for a long stroll while searching for a restaurant to eat. 😊🚶🚶♀️🏢 Since it's my 30th birthday, I was gonna picked another delicious burger from a different restaurant brand like "Zark's Burgers" 🍔, "EBC - Everything But Cheese" 🧀, or even "G&G Taiwan Famous Fried Chicken" 🍗, the latter of which offers burgers with chicken patty (you know, "Chicken Sandwich" 🍗🥪.). However, there are SO many delicious restaurants that I had to pick ONE before customers occupies the table spot. 🤔 So, we ended up at the "Tokyo Tokyo" restaurant, where the Japanese decors & atmosphere are very impressive to their restaurant standards both exterior & interior. *Sniff* Mmmm... Can you smell the authentic Japanese decor, you two? Yeah, doesn't love Japanese culture? 🥰🇯🇵⛩️🍱🥢 Nonetheless, we've already filled an order & wait for a few hours. 🙂🧾⌚
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• Minutes later, our orders arrived at our table. I ordered the Wagyu Cheeseburger with 5 pcs. of potato balls for a side & a small red tea drink for only ₱285 ($5). 🍔🥔🥤 *Sniff* Yum-yum! My paper dolls are excited to taste it! Me too, I hope these are good! 😋🤤And not a bad price though. 👌
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• Alright, let's try out a single potato ball first before we go to the main food. There's also an honest mayo sauce, so let's try dipping it. 🥔🙂*first bite the potato ball* Mmmm... Pretty good, the first time I ate their cooked hushpuppy (as they called it, if you're outside my country). My paper dolls grab a bite, as well, and they're impressed the potato ball/hushpuppy. (just imagine) We also try without dipping the mayo, and it still taste good! Yum-yum! 😋👍 We're of to a good start, my secret friends!
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• Alright, let's go straight to the main food, the "Wagyu Cheeseburger"! 😁🍔Sounds very promising, but my paper dolls are curious to see what's inside the bun? 🤔 Okay, let's have a look! 🙂
• [14th & 15th Images] After I removed the stick (which is nice to hold), here you could see the genuine grill marks on the Wagyu beef patty & melted cheese on top. 🥩🧀 Beneath the patty, a mish-mash of veggies (lettuce & cabbage) for a little pinch of healthy. 🥬Veggies are important ingredients throughout the fast food menu items 😉☝️, it could be on salads, sandwiches, or hamburgers (,etc...) 🥗🥪🍔. So, we should practice eating veggies, right you two? Yeah, they get it. 😊👍
• [16th Image] Alright, enough explanatory, let's assemble my burger & take a bite! 😁🤲🍔
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• [17th to 20th Images] *bite & munch on the burger* Mmmm... 🍔😋Hmmm... At first glance 🤔, I didn't get the taste of the Wagyu beef patty, to be honest. 😕Heck, my paper dolls didn't get the picture of the Wagyu patty after they went their first bite. The only ones we catch the taste are the veggies & melted cheese. Unless, if we go munch down a couple of times until we get the taste of the Wagyu patty. What do you think, you two? How's your taste in the Wagyu cheeseburger? My paper dolls said "quite lacking flavor". 😕 Mhm, I see. But, when it comes to presentation, I'd say a decent quality. 👌
• [21st Image] If you do not satisfy the Wagyu Cheeseburger, how about I gave you two pieces of potato balls (or hushpuppies). 😊🥔🥔 After all, they're a pretty good side dish! 😋 So, go get a piece, you two. They're all yours! 😊 (BTW: I gave another two potato balls to my parents for share. 🥰👨👩👦)
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• [22nd to 24th Images] Since you finished the potato balls, what are we gonna do with the mayo sauce? Hmmm... 🤔 I think I know what I'm gonna do! 😃💡let's spread it onto Wagyu patty as an experiment! 😁🍔 Side note: the bottom bun is now small after numerous biting. lol 😅
• [25th & 26th Images] *Taking another bite* Mmmm... Surprisingly, it worked! 😃Putting mayo onto Wagyu Cheeseburger is more satisfying than before! 🍔😋Do you want a taste? *My paper dolls biting* They said "This is better!", and I could agree more! My experiment is a success! 😁👍
• As for the red tea beverage, I'm satisfied the quench & refreshing. Mmmm! 🥤😋
Overall:
• Mmmm... What do I think about the Wagyu Cheeseburger? 🍔🤔To be honest, the potato balls (or hushpuppies) are worth my appetite more than the burger itself. And man, this is my first time tasting their hushpuppies! 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔😋Tasting Wagyu beef patty, on the other hand, was also my first time trying it but, I didn't catch the quality of the Wagyu flavor. 😕🤷 On the bright side, the presentation of the burger was pretty good ☺️👌, never mind holding it with my hands & experience greasy fingers.The bottom line, they should send me plastic gloves & wear them before I eat the burger. 🤲🍔If I want a satisfied grilled beef burger, I'm better off with Burger King's signature Whopper over Tokyo Tokyo's Wagyu Cheeseburger. And yes, I've already tasted the Whopper before from my last year's birthday, and man, I'm satisfied with my 2022's birthday celebration appetite! 🍔😋This year, I guess it's alright. ☺️👌At least, I'm experienced eating at "Tokyo Tokyo" restaurant, and hopefully, I will try other menus than a burger, you know. 😉🍱🥢
Well, that’s all for now. 🥳🎁 AND HAPPY "LATE" 30TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! 🎂🎉
If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉
Take a Taste:
○ 2021 Food Reviews: ○
• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]
• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]
○ 2022 Food Reviews: ○
• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]
• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]
• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]
• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]
• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]
• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]
• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]
• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]
• Mcdonald���s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]
○ 2023 Food Reviews: ○
• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]
• Homemade Churros by my lil’ bro [Feb 12th, 2023]
• Lugaw Sisig from Mang Boy Alfredo Lugawan Restaurant [Recorded: Feb 18th, 2023]
• La Prato Stakehouse [Recorded: Apr 10th, 2023]
• Salt ‘n Light Snack Shack’s Cheesy Bacon Burger & Fries [Recorded: Apr 14th, 2023] (Published on May 5th, 2023)
Tagged: @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant
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tag game time!! got tagged by the very lovely @tiroll so let's get it!!
relationship status: single and very happy like that!!
favorite color: mmmm warm stuff
song stuck in your head: a hero someday by shou takeyaki
last thing you googled: snake, to play the google minigames version of it LMAO
time (at the moment): 12:02 AM
dream trip: oooooooooh . . . everywhere honestly
last thing you read: oh shit uhhh that would be A Tale of Genji for my classical japanese lit class!!
last book you enjoyed reading: last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo holy SHIT i would recommend 10/10
favorite thing to cook/bake: uhhh idk about favorite but i AM really good at this vietnamese grilled lemongrass chicken w/ vermicelli noodle dish
favorite craft to do in your free time: practicing sketching, and writing ofc
most niche dislike: gourmet food that shouldn't be gourmet
opinion on circuses: uhh really liked them as a kid don't feel much about them now beyond "as long as all living parties are treated fairly then sure"
one food you can only eat in a specific way: uhh i don't think there's anything i'm that picky about but eating instant noodles without fresh green onion or naengmyeon without sesame oil just feels weird to me
i'm tagging @mrs-nubenueve @dimcanopus @clementinecoastlinentinecoastline and @transrightsyamaguchi have fun y'all but no pressure :))
#tag game#THERE WERE OTHERS I WAS GOING TO TAG BUT THEN I WAS LIKE#what if the others run out of ppl to tag bc i tagged our mutuals already#which now thinking about it#is kind of stupid LMFAO#anyways#have fun!!#sou says stuff
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Breakfast at Cafe Blue Sage
I have a conundrum. I absolutely loooove breakfast food - but I rarely wake up in time for it! Luckily, there are plenty of spots around Cambridge that serve breakfast well into the afternoon. I am on a mission to try the best of the best of them - and today, I'll start with breakfast at Cafe Blue Sage on Mill Road.
"Blue Sage Special Breakfast"
Blue Sage Cafe offers three different breakfast plates, but I chose their 'Special Breakfast' because who can resist a little something special?
The Special Breakfast includes: grilled halloumi cheese (something I rarely saw offered in the states, but is eveeerywhere here), spiced sausage, 2 eggs (scrambled or fried), kisir, tomato, cucumber, olives, and bread with butter and jam - all for less than 10 pounds! Of course, a fair price means nothing if the food isn't delicious...
...and luckily, it was! The scrambled eggs were incredibly light and fluffy - like if chickens laid eggs in the clouds. Although a humble staple, they were the star of my brekkie experience. A close runner up? The soft, warm bread. Lathered with butter, they were the perfect compliment to the garlicky slices of sausage.
I had never heard of kisir before, but essentially, it's a Turkish salad with bulgar, tomato paste, and parsley. It was served cold, and tasted very fresh...despite the buttered-slathered bread, eating the kisir made me feel like this was a healthy-ish breakfast haha - especially when paired with the crunchy cucumbers and ripe tomatoes. I will say the kisir wasn't my favorite, but that's mostly because I've never been a fan of bulgar's texture.
And last but not least...the halloumi cheese. Oh, the tragedy. When the waiter brought out this dish, the halloumi was hot and delightfully malleable - the perfect time to eat halloumi. Alas, I got so distracted devouring the scrambled eggs and buttering my bread that I NEGLECTED my poor halloumi. By the time I made my way to that corner of the dish, it had cooled. It was still satisfyingly squeaky, but it had the potential to be heavenly...if only I hadn't messed up the order of eating!
Overall, eating this breakfast was so FUN. It might be my ADHD popping out, but I'm enamored by any breakfast with multiple different, preferably colorful, components - and in that regard, Blue Stone Cafe satisfied all my cravings.
Rating: 7.5 out of 10 Breakfast Club Points
2. Turkish Delight
In addition to breakfast, I was also tempted by a pack of beautiful Turkish Delight. It's strange. I'm not a fan of rose flavored things - and I know this! - but once in a blue moon, I'll get an insatiable craving for it. And even while I'm eating my rose-flavored confectionary, I don't really...enjoy it?? But it's still what I'm craving?? It's absurd.
Anyways, if I enjoyed rose - and didn't just *crave* it wtf - these would have delighted me. The texture was perfect - chewy yet light - and they rained powdered sugar onto my clothes with every bite. Mmmm.
Rating: 8.2 out of 10 (ignoring my distaste for floral flavors)
Verdict: If there's space in this small, cozy little shop - take the opportunity and start out your day the right way...no matter how late in the afternoon it might be!
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Mmmm - salads in the summertime and an ice cold beverage is the best!
Summer Chicken Salad with Hot Bacon Dressing
- from Half Baked Harvest; Servings: 6 Calories: 483kcal
Ingredients
Dressing
6 thick-cut slices of bacon (nitrate free), chopped
1 cup torn ciabatta bread
1-2 cloves garlic, grated
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 shallot, thinly sliced
3 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
1 tablespoon fig preserves
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves
chili flakes
kosher salt and pepper
Salad
6 cups mixed salad greens
2 cups grilled chicken, cubed or shredded
1-2 roasted/grilled bell peppers, sliced
3 ears grilled corn, kernels removed from the cob
2 cups cherry tomatoes, halved
1 avocado, sliced
1/2 cup crumbled blue cheese or feta cheese
Instructions
1. To make the dressing. Combine all ingredients except the bacon in a glass jar and whisk until smooth.
2. Cook the bacon in a large skillet over medium heat until crisp. Drain onto a paper towel. Stir the bacon into the dressing.
3. To make the croutons. Heat the same skillet used to cook the bacon over medium heat. Add the bread and toss in the bacon grease. If needed add 1-2 tablespoons olive oil. Cook until toasted, 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add the garlic, then remove from the heat and season with salt.
4. To assemble the salad. In a large salad bowl, combine the greens, chicken, peppers, corn, tomatoes, avocado, cheese, and croutons. Toss well with the dressing. Enjoy!
Notes
Herb Grilled Chicken: In a large bowl, toss 1 pound of chicken tenders with 3 tablespoons olive oil. Set your grill, grill pan, or skillet to medium-high heat. Grill the chicken until lightly charred and cooked through, turning halfway through cooking, about 10 to 12 minutes.
Nutrition
Calories: 483kcal
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Title: 1,2,3 {One Shot/Song Fic} **
Lewis Hamilton x Ex-Reader
Warning: NSFW, Cursing, 18+ Content, Angst, NSFW, LOTS OF WORDS
Word Count: 7k
Summary: You and Lewis were hot and heavy and have been on and off for three years. Currently you’re off and living separate lives. It’s been nearly eight months since you’ve seen each other in person but that’s all about to change.
Note: This one shot is a song fic, and it is based on, “Sex (With my Ex)” By: FLETCHER. Also, this is my first trip into writing anything for Lewis. I’m a little nervous but feeling up to the challenge. Tell me how I did.
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You flung the magazine you held across the room. Either it was perfect precision or dumb luck, but it landed on your wooden coffee table a few feet away from you. Groaning, you grabbed your remote and flipped through Hulu, the third streaming service you’d opened in the last hour. Nothing was catching your eye. Nothing was drawing your attention or even piquing the slightest bit of curiosity. After making it to the bottom of your homepage, you groaned again then threw the remote into the couch by your feet. That was when you picked up your kindle. Maybe a book would give you the entertainment you were in the mood for.
You had several new books you’d chosen hoping to get into them during the flight you were to board in six hours. Rather than opening any of them, you scrolled right by them still indecisive. It was two minutes later when you were scrolling through the kindle store judging books by their covers. Still, that didn’t help the restless, bored mood you were in. This was new. You’d found yourself with something rare—free time. You’d already packed, and your bags were by the door waiting for your chauffer and your personal assistant to arrive. You’d even made a grilled chicken and shrimp salad with a side of nann bread after feeling up to flexing your cooking skills. After that, you did some lite cleaning and made some strawberry and watermelon margaritas that were stronger than they should have been. All of that hadn’t done anything to help with your restlessness.
“For the love of God!”
You sat up, grabbed your plastic bright blue xl glass then drained its contents. As you gulped down the tequila burned your tongue and the rum your chest. You moaned and bit your bottom lip then grabbed the pitcher sitting on the coffee table and emptied it. Damn your high alcohol tolerance you though as you took another hearty gulp. Before you reached the bottom of your glass, a chunk of the watermelon you’d added to the pitcher begged for consumption. As you chewed it, the burst of margarita filled your mouth mixed with the juice of the watermelon and a whole lot of tequila and rum.
“Mmmm.”
As the flavors burst across your tongue Lewis popped into your mind, specifically a memory of the two of you spending a rare quite night at home together about a year ago with a bowl of fruit, six tumblers halved with various liquors and a food injector. You didn’t remember whose idea it was but as the memory played out you were once again grateful for the idea being had. You spent hours injecting the fruit, feeding it to one another then teasing each other the entire night. You remembered a point where Lewis took his favorite then after injecting it, he squeezed it across your chest. He then proceeded to lick, and slurp the alcohol infused watermelon juice off your skin which turned into no quick task. The memory of the places his tongue ended up had you leaning back on the couch finishing your glass.
“Mm, good times,” you said as you chewed another chunk of watermelon.
Before your head drifted further down the rabbit hole of what was yours and Lewis’ on and off fevered relationship, your phone buzzed. Once you got to thinking about Lewis, it would take hours to get him out of your head and it was the toss of the dice what happened during those hours. It could have been neurotic pacing mixed with longing and thoughts on how parts of your relationship could have been different, bottomless drinks and bottles that left your sprawled on the floor dazed with an NC-17 text exchange you’d cringe at the next morning, tears, or all of the above.
The thing with you and Lewis was one go round was never enough, one break up could never suffice. You had to do it again and again and again. You were now at a count of four break ups and make ups. Four. It was like neither of you could say goodbye forever. After reading the message from your personal assistant confirming the time the chauffer would arrive you, rested your phone on the seat beside you keeping it in your hand as you fought with your brain about further thoughts of him.
Four mental slaps later, you sprang to your feet, shoved your phone in your back pocket, grabbed your bag then booked it out the door. You needed to move. That was the answer. Before walking out, you grabbed your hat and the lite knitted cardigan you’d planned to wear later. Once outside, you took several gulps of fresh air hoping it would clear the muddle in your brain. When it didn’t work you began walking with no destination in mind. New York was always good to you. It was so different from LA where you were hounded and pictured doing everything, and even different from London where it was a middle mix of New York’s indifference for the famous and LA’s hyper frenzy for them. It really depended on the day and where you were.
After a block and a half, you found yourself thinking about the days you and Lewis dressed down wearing hats and face masks to take strolls together just enjoying the quietness, neighborhood, and each other’s company in peace. Groaning, you decided your brain needed to be occupied and you began descending the subway steps. It was a risk, but you weren’t worried. Just as you got to the platform, a train arrived. You found an empty seat to the far left of the car and kept your head low.
When you were sure the normal curiosity of who just got on and off the train had passed you looked around the car taking in the wide array of those who called the city home. It didn’t take long for your brain to distract itself with those around you and distracted it remained for the next ten or so minutes. When the conductor announced “Canal Street” you stood like that was your destination this whole time. It wasn’t until you were walking the long stretch that led out and up to the street did you realize where your feet were leading you. That was when you stopped and hung your head back.
As you were getting ready to turn around and get away from this end, your phone sounded and vibrated in your back pocket. On your second step, you glanced at it then scoffed.
“Like a moth to a fucking flame,” you scoffed under your breath
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: This city always throws my system out of whack.
You didn’t need him to elaborate. You knew what city he meant, and it slowly dawned on you that you were in the same city at the same time an event you’d worked overtime to prevent from happening. You were still on good terms with his manager and per your begging he still sent you his schedule every month so you could send it to your manager to keep this very thing from happening. How had this happened? As your thumb hovered over the message preview notification, another message came in, then another and another back-to-back. Skimming a few words from those messages piqued your curiosity enough to tap one.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: It’s too early for you to be sleeping, plus you don’t sleep.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Working? that’s the most likely reason.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Nope, Bree says you’re free for the day. Boo’d up with your current flavor? What’s his name?
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Bree says there’s no current flavor. So that means you’re ignoring me. I haven’t done or said anything to deserve the silent treatment.
You rolled your eyes annoyed how him and your best friends were still cool enough for her to tell him your business. Now he was probably thinking something cocky. His cockiness didn’t just stop at him knowing his massive skill behind a wheel, it branched out. Just then another message came in.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Op, there you are. Found you.
A screenshot of a map with a pink dot labeled “endgame” came in next. As you brought the phone closer to your face, you recognized the names of the neighboring streets and the one the pink dot was closest to—Canal Street. You were the pink dot. You were “endgame”.
“Fuck.”
Without thinking you opened the “Find my boo” app and hurried to disable sharing. You hadn’t realized you still had the app let alone that he did too. Another message came in.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Boo! I’ve already seen you; you can’t hide now. Come on Y/N. you’re already here let’s hang out.
The intensity of your desire to do just that shocked you. It wasn’t a good idea. Hang out was never hang out with the two of you. Being around each other alone for longer than ten minutes was never a recipe for anything but toe-curling orgasms. A jolt surged down your spine at thought of one of his orgasms. You looked down the stretch you’d just walked and thought carefully.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: It’s been a couple months now since we’ve seen each other. It’d be nice to catch up.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: We don’t have to talk about us. We’ll have a drink; we can keep it lite.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: Just conversation.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: No expectations.
His words sure were pretty this was a bigger risk than getting on the subway. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to agree. A notification came in and from the automated voice “my boo” you knew it was the app that you’d stayed away from like the plague over the last eight months. When you opened the app again you saw his dot labeled “forever” practically on top of yours. The app buzzed and an alert popped up notifying you that your boo was less than five hundred feet away. You looked back in the direction you knew the steps were. He was outside.
MSG BLESSING OR LESSON: I’m at the corner of Canal.
After a minute of thought, two more followed. Finally, you took a deep breath then slowly released it scoffing in the process.
“Who’s the moth and who’s the fucking flame?
With that you continued on the path that led to the stairs.
MSG: I’ll meet you up top at the subway station.
It wasn’t long before you were riding the escalator and near the top. You saw the top of his fitted before anything else. His back was turned to you and his Nike clad feet shuffling back and forth like he was doing salsa steps. The closer you got the more he came into view. As fashionable as ever he wore patterned white jeans with a matching jacket that looked like it was fresh off the runway. The man was a walking fashion show and constantly showed why there were none fresher than him in the game. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip when your eyes landed on his backside, one of your favorite parts of him. For a man who sat on his ass for a career he sure had a rather shapely and delectable one.
Just as you got to the top, he turned. His lips were moving as if he were talking to himself. Without any search at all, his eyes landed on you and his lips stilled then stretched into a slow and genuine smile. Damn him, you thought. The closer you got, the wider he smiled and the more your heart thumped like a blue-ribbon prize horse’s hoofs on a track as it claimed first place.
“Y/N,” Lewis said breathlessly like he’d been running.
Neither of you spoke again for a few long moments. You just stood there gazing into each other’s eyes using this method to speak. God he was still as gorgeous as ever, you marveled to yourself. He didn’t look a bit different than he did the last time you were in front of him eight months ago before you broke up. Remembering yourself, you cleared your throat and took a step back then dropped down to a proper curtsey.
“Sir Lewis Hamilton.”
He snorted then grabbed your hands pulling you up before he pulled you to his body for the first physical contact you’d had in months.
“Cheeky girl. Don’t fuck with me like that.”
His hug was warm, comforting, and snug. The familiar feeling of safety wrapped around you as you stepped closer so he could engulf you completely. It was the same hug, and it felt the exact same way.
“It’s so good to see you, Schatzi .”
His nickname for you had your heart skipping a beat and your brain remembering all the times he’d used it. Just waking up in the morning as he leaned over to kiss your jaw, before bed as he brushed his lips against your forehead, whenever he was buried so deeply in you that he had to drop his face in the crook of your neck, and every single moment in between. Schatzi had replaced your name countless times. It wasn’t until this moment you realized how much you missed hearing it. Feeling yourself slipping back into the past, you pulled away.
“In town for work?”
Lewis shuffled his feet again then smiled, brushing off how quickly you’d pulled away and changed gears.
“Nope, fashion week is in a few days,” he replied making you giggle.
You should have known. None could say his name without mentioning fashion. It was impossible.
“Soaking up the looks or making an appearance?”
“A bit of both.”
His crisp British accent made you smile. He still sounded like sex. Shaking your head you looked around.
“We should walk before we’re recognized.”
Lewis nodded then took up stride beside you, matching yours. A few minutes passed in silence as both of your thoughts swirled, neither of you sure just where you stood. It was fitting, especially seeing that you were the one who ended things this last go.
“How long’s it been since you’ve been on this side?”
You took a deep breath coming out of your head. “Uh—about eight months,” you replied.
He understood the minute you said it and another stretch of silence feel between you.
“Are you in town for work?”
“I was. I’m actually on my way out. I have a flight in a few hours.”
Lewis nodded. “I’m coming in, you’re going out.”
“Was this an unexpected trip?”
You had to know how you were in the same city at the same time.
“Yeah. I wasn’t supposed to come to fashion week, but I needed a distraction. None of my others have been working.”
You scoffed. “None of the girls living up to expectations?”
“Girls? What girls? There’s been no one since you.”
That admission made you stop in your tracks and look at him. One look was all you needed to know he was being truthful.
“You’re just that hard to get over,” Lewis added.
“Bullshit.”
He smirked, shrugged then walked on. His smirk wasn’t quite right, there was something about it, something vulnerable. You caught up and the two of you proceeded with your walk. A few minutes later, you were sitting in a bar that you knew was close to his place with a strong drink and Lewis in front of you. Again without even knowing it, your feet took you closer and closer to him. Once the two of you had gotten your bearings about being around each other again the awkwardness faded, and comfort returned. He was after all your best friend, that hadn’t changed. You talked about everything that had happened in the last eight months. He told you about the new haters that had emerged in his field, the new ways the association tried to make him jump through loops. With every word your anger flared. He shouldn’t be going through this. He was too good of a man.
An hour later found you nursing your third drink, bringing your total to alcohol consumption for the night way higher than most would ever dare. With the alcohol in your system you were much calmer.
“Ready to go?”
Your eyes met and again no words were needed. It’s harmless, you said to yourself before nodding. If memory served you knew it wouldn’t take long to get here and sure enough after a one-minute walk and a two blocks you were standing in the private elevator that led to Lewis’ penthouse. It was an elevator you’d been in plenty of times, times you were together and times you weren’t. This was another one. When the doors opened into his expansive foyer, you didn’t hesitate walking inside. Like it was as repetitive as breathing you kicked off your shoes, placed them in the mudroom then walked further into the open plan living room.
“Make yourself at home,” Lewis teased.
“Sorry, it’s just mem--.”
“Memory,” he filled in keeping eye contact.
You nodded then walk to the door that led to the balcony. With the stars as your ceiling, you dropped into the sectional and sighed. His view over Manhattan was nearly unmatched. For the first time in weeks the restlessness that you’d been battling was gone. An eerie calm washed over you, but it didn’t worry you or scare you. You knew what it was. It was Lewis. He made you erratic like none other, but he also had the ability to calm you. This constant battle was one of the reasons you believed you broke up and got back together so often.
Suddenly, a wet tongue lapped at your bare toes. Glancing down your heart swelled seeing Roscoe.
“Roscoe, how are you boy? Hi!”
You lifted him up and cuddled him close as the pup tried to lick at your face.
“Oh I missed you boy—so much. Yes I did. Oh who wouldn’t miss a face like this?”
You scratched behind his ear and placed a kiss on top of his head. “Did you miss me?”
“He always misses you. He’s been like a zombie these last few months,” Lewis said as he walked out to join you a bottle and two glasses in hand.
“I miss you too,” you said looking back at Roscoe. He got off your lap then curled up beside you resting his head in your lap, a common place for him over the last few years. Your heart broke.
“I’m sorry handsome,” you whispered.
Lewis then nudged a half-filled glass to you, a glass you took without hesitation. You drank in silence watching the Manhattan views with the moonlight as the only shine in the darkness. Slowly conversation returned and turned into talk about trivial things—things that held no importance but were still nice to talk about, movies, music, fashion, books, food and everything in between. The more you talked and the longer you sat diagonal each other the more everything felt normal like old times.
Three drinks later your eyes found Lewis’ chestnut orbs that were already on you. With your eyes locked on each other you knew what was going to happen before it did. In seconds, you downed the rest of your drink.
With the liquid trailing a fire to your stomach, you stood and walked across to him but at the last minute you changed directions and went to the railing. You looked over New York again and sighed at its beauty. When you smelled him you knew he was close. As his scent drew closer he didn’t touch you, but you never doubted he was there.
“He’s not the only one that misses you.”
Butterflies filled you.
“Oh yeah? Ms. Carmen and Papa Anthony?”
“Of course, you know they only care about you.”
A smile teased your lips and now you could feel the heat from his body. The feel of Lewis’ hand wrapping around yours made your fingertips tingle and slowly he turned you to him.
“You’re just that hard to get over,” Lewis repeated.
A small smile spread across your face before you closed the gap between you and wrapped your arms around his neck. Lewis’s arms found their permanent destination around your hips. Your lips pressed to his for the first intimate touch between you in eight months. That electric feeling hadn’t gone away, nor had the erratic thumping your heart did when he was near. The man was your body’s drug. His tongue snaked into your mouth and coiled around yours making you moan and press closer to him. In unison you moaned, his vibrating against your chest and yours his lips. As you turned for a better angle, Lewis pulled away.
“Wait, are you sure?”
You smirked, “It’s harmless.”
His lips were back on yours in an instant and a few moments from then he was lifting you onto him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and allowed him to press you against the railing of the balcony. You moaned again feeling the hard planes of his body against yours. Lewis pushed off the railing and carried you to the sectional then sat down so you straddled him. His desire pressed against you, letting you know that this need for one another was not one sided. It was never one sided. Lewis’ mouth found its way to your neck and your fingers into his crimped hair. The sign he’d just taken out a set of braids. As your nails raked his scalp, Lewis groaned your name.
“Fucking ‘ell, I’ve missed you like crazy.”
His accent was on full display, unbound. You didn’t trust your words, so you said none. Instead, you kissed him fiercely hoping your unspoken words could be heard in your actions. He smelled so good, but his lips were even better. Needing to feel his skin against yours, you began lifting his white shirt from his body. Once he was free, your hands found his toned chest and you let your fingertips be your eyes. He’d bulked up and you hoped it was because he was using working out as a way to miss you less. Your fingers traced his skin over the tattoos that decorated his body knowing just which ones you were touching. Your tips grazed his collar, and you knew his stylized written “powerful beyond measure” was there. Trailing to his shoulders you knew the words etched there as well, “faith and family”. You wanted to explore further, but Lewis’ hands peeled off your cardigan interrupting your wandering hands. He then immediately went to lift off your crop top. When you were free of the garments, Lewis’ hands found your breasts, cupping them holding them out as if they were gifts.
“Christ, my hands have missed touching you,” he yearnfully slid out while his thumbs grazed across your nipples--back and forth, back and forth, then round and round.
“Mmm.”
You angled your head backward, closed your eyes and enjoyed the goosebumps his touch elicited. You loved his hands on you. As if wanting your full attention, a sharp pain radiated from your nipples. The source, Lewis who had your nipples pinched between his fingers.
“Eyes on me, love.”
Your belly fluttered at the sound of his dominating side peeking through. Clasping your bottom lip between your teeth, you pressed your core more prominently against his hardening bulge. You saw the flash of desire that lit up his hypnotizing eyes, eyes of a predator who’d chosen its prey for the night. You. Not daring to go any longer without his lips on yours, you crashed your mouth to his and began the dance you so loved…the dance for dominance in the form of a kiss. Your arms never rested at one place. How could they where there was just so damn much to explore?
When Lewis’ hands grabbed your ass and squeezed, you sunk your nails into his back. As if that was his queue, Lewis stood holding you firmly against him as he walked inside off of the balcony. You knew where he was leading you without your eyes. As he focused on getting the two of you to your destination, you decided to tease him. Drawing your tongue along the shell of his ear you added little nips and scrapes of your teeth on the path to his neck. Once there, you went for it knowing just the amount of pressure that would drive him wild. Lewis’ loud groan echoed through the quiet penthouse urging you on. With your mouth busy on his skin, you raked your hands down his back then brought them between your bodies to the button of his pants.
You allowed your hands to brush against his engorged need once, twice then a third but when you intended to continue undoing his pants your hands decided on something else. It had been eight months since you’d felt the extent of his endowment, eight months since your hands had leisurely enjoyed the swell of his impressive cock and your palms itched to end their dry spell.
“Fuck, be careful love, it’s been so long you might just make me cum all over myself,” Lewis warned against your ear sending a shiver through you.
“Isn’t you cumming the goal?”
A gentle nip on your earlobe was his answer to your sass. It was a simple action, a quick one even but it sent such an intense jolt through you, that your teeth sank into his shoulder. Lewis then pressed you into a wall rotating his hips so you could feel just what he was about to give you.
You groaned and allowed him to kiss you with so much heat, so much passion that you nearly erupted like a rocket ship. “Mmm, no more—teasing. I want you now!”
Within seconds, Lewis pushed open a door and had your back slammed to a soft surface with him nestling himself between your legs. His scent engulfed and overpowered you. It had been so long. So damn long. Lewis pressed your hands to the bed, entwining his fingers with yours and kissing you like your lips were the sustenance he needed.
“Mmm,” Lewis rumbled deep in his chest.
As far as you were concerned things were moving way too slow, you needed him. Now. Lifting your legs, you latched your feet into the waistband of his jeans then began pushing downward. When the garment didn’t shuffle down his frame fast enough you enlisted the help of your hands reluctantly unlatching them from his hair. After unzipping them, you joined your feet in pushing them from his body. Feeling your urgency, Lewis came to your aid and shoved them lower. Leaving him to the rest of the job your hands found the toned swell of his ass and squeezed.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Y/N.”
He stood then kicked off his pants not bothering to look where they went. Soon, he stood before you in just his white boxer-briefs making your mouth water to taste and your hands itch to explore. Slowly you drank in every inch of him, taking in every tattoo old and new that marred his skin. You remembered the countless hours you’d spent awake while he slept just looking over each and every one, tracing your fingertips across them. Every one of those tattoos told a story and you’d been a few times with him when he’d etched their contents across him.
“God, the way you look at me sometimes--,” he trailed.
“How do I look at you?”
He took a deep breath, licked his bottom lip before biting it then gulped.
“Like you’re hungry.”
You smirked then stood on the bed, never breaking eye contact, “More like famished.”
You then undid your jeans and peeled them off of you. Soon, you stood before him in nothing but your thong that so happened to be in his favorite color. Another groan escaped Lewis.
“That for me?”
“How could it be? This wasn’t planned.”
The two of you walked to each other, him meeting you at the foot of the bed. He placed a sloppy kiss on your exposed flesh right at your hip then let his tongue slide across your skin until it dipped into your navel.
“Mmm. The way you touch me sometimes,” you whispered, your voice raspy with desire.
Lewis nipped your stomach before his hand cupped one of your breasts while the other your ass. “How do I touch you?”
His eyes lazily met yours holding you captive, making you lose your breath. The man was too powerful. With his tongue out, he licked a slow trail around your areola never once touching your nipple though he knew you desperately wanted his mouth on you. Your breath hitched watching his actions. Though he moved tortuously slow, you didn’t dare look away, didn’t even dare breathe.
“Tell me,” Lewis urged, still avoiding the pert peak that was reaching out for him.
Still too lost in the sensations coursing through you from his hands and mouth, you remained still, focused on his mouth silently willing him to continue. Lewis raked his teeth across your nipple, grinding it between them making you arch your back and bring your hands right back to his head.
“How do I touch you, Schatzi.”
His words were heady and filled with emotion.
“Like I’m treasure.” He rolled your nipple between his teeth again. You moaned. “Like I’m the most precious thing,” your rasped.
Lewis replaced his teeth with his lips but continued to roll your painfully hard nipple. A breathy gasp escaped you.
“Like I belong to no-one but you.”
“That’s because it’s true. You are my treasure, Schatzi. You are precious to me, and you belong to no one else—just me.”
He sucked your nipple into his mouth and proved it with just his lips and tongue. Mewls, moans and gasps filled the room and they all belonged to you. When Lewis hooked his hands behind your knees you were sure your thong was soaked. Then when he slammed you back to the bed, a fresh stream gushed. You loved when he took control.
Lewis pressed your legs to the mattress spreading you wide then dropped his face to where you wanted him most and took a deep inhale.
“Mmm, I’ve missed your smell. Like fruit and flowers and the most intoxicating sugar known to man.”
His teeth fastened on the red fabric and pulled teasing you. Instead of removing the garment, he pulled it to the side, hooked his thumb under it then buried his face between your legs.
“Fuck Lewis!”
It was clear he didn’t intend to go slow, clear his only goal was to make you cum.
“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum.”
His reply was the quick flicks of his tongue against your clit then the loud slurps at your entrance. A squeal was his reward, and it was the sound he loved. When you felt his tongue dip inside of you your back levitated off the mattress and you began rocking your hips back and forth, fucking his tongue. Lewis moaned and slurped enjoying every second.
“Oh my god!”
“Cum for me, Schatzi. Cum right now. Show me how bad this tight little pussy’s missed me.”
On command your body tensed, toes curled, and grip tightened as stars erupted behind your eyes and a familiar wetness burst from you. Lewis’ slurps told you he’d accomplished the feat only he was capable of—making your squirt.
“Mmm, all for me,” he said as he slid one hand underneath your ass and pressed the other to your stomach. Then he flipped you like a pancake, lifting your bottom into the air at just the angle he wanted.
You were so lost in the ecstasy from your orgasm that you didn’t fully register anything he was doing. It wasn’t until you felt a heavy-handed slap across your backside did you shriek out.
“Mmm. This bum has haunted my dreams.”
Another slap landed on your skin and your head flung back. Lewis then gripped the back of your neck with his free hand before he slapped your ass again.
“Fuck yes, Lew!”
“You like it?”
You nodded.
“Beg me to continue.”
When the words didn’t immediately follow his grip at the back of your neck tightened but not enough to hurt, only just enough to know who you were dealing with—dom Lewis.
Beg me.”
“Do it again. More.”
“I think you can do better than that.”
“Please, slap my ass. Make it hurt.”
You could tell he was smiling and the thought of it made you smile but the slap across your skin surprised you and made you moan loudly.
“You will be the death of me, but I’d come back for this arse every single time.”
“Fuck me and die happy and this ass will be waiting for you upon resurrection.”
He snorted then rubbed himself against you showing you how hard he was and how likely it was that you’d be the one dying happy.
“Is that what you want? You want this dick?”
“Yes. Its mine.”
Lewis’ lips then pressed to my ear before he whispered, “It’s always been yours, Schatzi. All for you.”
Without warning he slammed into you, filling you completely. The bliss was so overwhelming tears sprang to your eyes and your knees liquefied. When you slid down a few inches, Lewis’ hand was right there on your hip squeezing you, serving as your tether so you didn’t float away. The feel of him brought back so many memories your body quaked. As his hips plowed into you with such precision there was no need for calculation or assessment, your body welcomed him and every single bruising thrust. When your throat suddenly tightened from dryness you realized you’d been screeching and screaming the entire time and now it was too dry to muster much of anything else.
“Y/N! Fuck!”
He reached around and strummed his thumb across your swollen pearl, the most sensitive part of you, the beginning stirs of your orgasm took over.
“I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too! Fuck you’re too tight.”
After a few more thrusts both of you found your release. As he buried himself deep inside of you and coated you with stream after stream of his love potion, you shivered completely breathless. Both of you tumbled to the bed still wrapped up in one another catching your breath and lost in the pleasure and chemistry that could still be found between you. You didn’t know how long had passed in silence with him still inside of you but when you felt him stir alive and harden once again you knew once was not enough and you had plenty of time to make up for.
Round two--you riding him like you were a bucking bronco taking full control of his body and his release until he couldn’t take it anymore and finally gave into the force that was you. Round three--in front of his large windows with your back pressed to the cool glass, your legs wrapped around his waist and you both shouting each other’s names into the night like you were the only two humans left on the planet. When he turned you around for round four, and fucked you into oblivion, hard and fast while looking at the great view you knew you were right back to square one of your break-up. You were hooked.
Hours later after the most intimate round where you gazed into each other’s eyes whispering words of praise and adoration as he slid in and out of you to slow, hypnotizing rhythmic motions you laid across his chest listening to his heart steadily beat but never slow. His reason, “As long as you’re near me, my heart will never slow. You’re the only one who makes it beat this fast.” Pretty words, you thought. Such pretty words from a pretty man who you’d always wanted a pretty future with. A future neither of you could hold onto.
Before either of you could get lost in the other again your smart watch alerted you to a call from your assistant reminding you of your flight out. You stood and dressed while Lewis laid in the bed watching your every move. You didn’t dare look at him, unsure if you possessed the strength to leave if your eyes met. Your body was still screaming for him, and your heart had now begun bleeding all over again. Gone were the makeshift band aids you’d haphazardly placed over the lacerations from eight months ago. Gone was the ice wall around the organ that you’d installed hoping to prevent this from happening, preventing you from falling all over again.
The silence was deafening even in New York with night traffic and all the sounds of the city. This wasn’t the silence of awkwardness; it was the silence of wandering thoughts and heavy hearts. There was so much to say but also nothing at the same time. You wondered if he would breech the silence first or if he was like you and at a loss for words from fear or uncertainty or something else. Whenever you paused to think to say something you stopped remembering you’d broken up for a reason—there was always a reason or reasons. That didn’t change because your physical chemistry was off the Richter Scales, or the way your body fit and worked together was pure perfection written by the Gods. Everything remained the same.
You walked out of the bedroom topless making your way to the balcony where the remainder of your clothes were. After pulling them on, you dug your phone out of your bag then replied to your assistant who’d already picked up your luggage and was nearly to his house to pick you up. From the last message you knew she was less than five minutes away; you and Lewis didn’t live too far from each other.
Feeling his presence, you turned and saw him approaching you with a glass of clear liquid that you surmised was water.
“Water?”
He held the glass out to you, and you took it drinking down the cold, crisp liquid. You’d been parched and as your eyes drank in his state of undress, you realized in more ways than one. Your phone vibrated with a message letting you know your ride was downstairs and a hollow feeling settled in your heart reminiscent to emptiness or loneliness.
You sighed, “That’s my ride.”
Lewis’ face fell becoming expressionless, then his head dropped but only for a moment before he was looking back at you with a blank look.
“Let me put on some clothes and I’ll walk you down,” he began.
“No! No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”
His jaw ticked but there was no rebuttal and you kind of felt like an asshole. Rather than basking in the awkwardness, you walked through his home to the door with him following behind. You opened the door then walked through it, but before you even took a step, Lewis was pulling you back and flush against him. His hand cupped your jaw while the other held your hip. Your skin tingled, and your heart swelled. You wanted more time.
“No goodbye?”
You sighed keeping your eyes low. “What’s the point? Is it ever really?”
Lewis rubbed his nose against yours then pecked your lips.
“Maybe we should listen once and for all then.”
You looked at him searching his eyes for meaning but he’d gotten good at hiding his feelings and thoughts. Another reason for one of your breakups. The way he looked at you and holding you close was making you lose your mind even quicker. This was supposed to be harmless, supposed to be quick and painless and mean nothing. You thought you could handle it. Lewis’ thumb slid across your bottom lip and fought the tears pricking the backs of your eyes.
“Have a safe flight, Schatzi.”
Lewis’ lips pressed to yours and you grasped that he’d intended it to be a quick peck, but there was nothing quick about it. His tongue snaked inside your mouth and wrapped around yours coaxing you to go back inside and get lost in his arms, his kisses, his body—him. You moaned then hooked one arm around his neck and pressed the other to his bare chest right at the center of the compass he had etched in his skin, a compass you matched with the one on your wrist. You quickly forgot about everything else, forgot about your plans, your flight, and the reasons why this had been a terrible idea—a long list when it came to the two of you.
“North will always be your home,” Lewis whispered.
Before you faltered you kissed him once more then turned and stepped onto the elevator keeping your eyes down until you dipped your hat lower and put your sunglasses into place. When the doors closed on his beautiful face you sighed out. None of this changed one fact. The words you’d said to him eight months ago.
“Maybe we’re soulmates who aren’t meant to be together, so we go around this cycle unable to fully release each other.”
You hit your head on the wall of the elevator swearing this would be the last time and that you wouldn’t do this again. However, when you stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked back at the building you felt it deep in your bones that this was in fact goodbye—until next time. You climbed into the truck and watched his building get further and further away thinking one thing.
A one-minute walk, two blocks and three drinks later and you’d found yourself back in his arms and him still wedged in your heart.
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For headcanon ideas: what do you think the characters' favourite foods are?
mmmm good question. i'm gonna be kinda broad with these.
ellie is definitely a big meat eater (gets it from joel) but also likes basic stuff like grilled cheese, spaghetti, chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, etc etc. she's definitely one of those people that can eat whatever tf she wants and she won't see much weight gain at all :/
dina is definitely a healthy eater. i like to imagine she grew up in an agrarian settlement and had plenty of veggies growin up. i think she'd like a good, veggie-heavy salad with almonds n shit but ALSO probably be into fish because it's got that good protein. gains weight easy and is entirely appalled by ellie's careless eating habits.
jesse eats just about anything and probably likes really spicy shit. his mom probably makes the good shit.
joel is a steak man, no question. it is the Only thing he can cook correctly and well. he's a terrible cook and sticks to basic recipes like. canned beans. yea.
you already know what abby's favorite is. do i even need to say it.
idk why but i feel like lev is a soup guy. just likes a nice hot bowl of soup. :)
and you probably don't want tommy and maria in this but i hc maria as italian and makes a shitton of pasta and tommy fucks with it so hard.
and jj likes peaches :)
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RE Boys x Food Time with Neurodivergent Reader
A/N: Neurodivergent food things. Written by a neurodivergent. Also a follow up to the RE Boys As Big Brother to Neurodivergent Reader.
Requested by Anonymous, I hope this is what you're looking for!
Leon - Soft Foods
Your entire bodies feels like it's buzzing after a long day at work/school. Not a fun buzzing, but a tired one.
Things have been hectic with the end of the quarter coming and you've been buried under piles of paperwork so high that you were sure they could be seen from space.
Tired and ready to change clothes and crash, you went to your room to hide and not exist for a bit. That was the plan at first.
Then Leon came home.
As you hid under your covers and listened to the sound of your fan and humidifier, you could also hear him moving around.
"Hey, Kiddo, you awake?" He asked, knocking on your door frame before leaning in.
You grunt, refusing to come out.
"Oh, bad day."
You grunt again.
"Do you know what you want for dinner?"
Another grunt.
"This is productive," he sighed. "Soft food night or anything goes?"
You push your hand out from under the covers, holding up a finger for the first option.
"Well, we still have some cake donuts. There's plain vanilla, plain chocolate, and plain blueberry. Do you want a couple of those warmed up with milk?"
You held up one finger then two then three.
"One of each it is. I'll get that to you in a few minutes. I'm gonna change. Do you want your weighted blanket or are you good?"
You made your hand nod 'yes' for the blanket, glad that Leon wasn't making you talk. It wasn't too bad of a day, but you were tired and the extra help was appreciated. Especially when it involved donuts.
Carlos - Food from Home
Sore from head to toe, you were glad to be done for the weekend. Joints were popping and aching so badly you were sure you would fall over if you tried to get up from the couch. A serious tension headache was coming on as well, making it hard to focus.
Carlos had the day off so when you came home from working in the back room of the store all day, the house was clean and you could smell something delicious cooking.
"Welcome home, I've got Pão de Queijo and feijoada warm in the oven."
All you could think about was how much you loved his cooking, especially food from back home.
"I even made sure to divide it in half so you don't have any soft veggies or hard bits like mine and it's not as watery."
You almost cried when he told you that, surprised at how thorough he was to make sure you got what you wanted instead of forcing you to eat something you hated. You did shuffle over him to hug him though.
Carlos hummed, hugging you with a bit more pressure than usual as he rubbed your back and neck.
"Long day?"
You nodded with a soft sniffle, pushing his hand to your neck. He got the hint, starting to rub the knots that had formed.
"Don't worry, Big Brother's here to help."
Chris - Simple Tastes
He finds you in your box in his office. You only go there on hard days and he can see your blanket that you brought with you and the end of the body pillow you loved.
"Want to talk about it?"
You tap the box twice, giving him a no.
"Alright, well if you want you, we can text if you need to. Otherwise I'm going to start dinner. I was thinking stir fry veggies and chicken."
Two taps.
"Alright, are you needing simple things tonight?"
One tap.
"Okay. I'll make you some mac and cheese with grill chicken strips, with a little bit of that seasoning you like. How's that sound?"
One tap.
"I'll come get you when it's done. You want enough for left overs tomorrow, too?"
One tap.
"Milk or water?"
Two taps.
"Understood. I'll be back in a bit to get you for dinner."
Standing up he headed to the kitchen as his phone dinged with a text.
'Thank you. ;-;'
"You're welcome," he calls back with a soft chuckle.
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Coin flip if you want Bottomless Gut for Tifa or Mikuru. The only stipulation is them finding out on the job and lunch break becomes a disaster as a result
Bottomless Gut - My muse’s stomach now no longer has a limit, allowing them to eat endlessly without ever getting full.
Mmmm. Why not both?
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Finally, it’s the slow rush! That means it is time to close up the bar for a bit and for Tifa to enjoy herself a little with the peace and quiet, as well as to treat herself to a homemade lunch! She’s been looking forward to this since she had already prepped some of the food this morning to make the time cooking be cut down considerably.
Tifa lounges cozily at the bar, watching a bit of TV as she puts some of her food on the grill to start cooking. She’s also pulled both bowls from the bar, peanuts and pretzels, to herself to snack on while she waits. She’s idly snacking away up until she finally starts eating some form of food, something ticking in her brain. She’s soooooo hungry all of a sudden, more than before even. Her food couldn’t cook fast enough!
She looks back down to the bowls after a moment of thinking, noticing they are empty. Oh, when did she finish them? They didn’t even help her feel any more satisfied, either. She puts them aside and goes to the fridge, planning to eat some cold leftovers while she waits. She gets through some salad, some cold dips and their chips, some desserts like cakes and puddings and she has the rest of her stash of chicken wings and ribs, too hungry to even toss the bones and just slurps them all down whole. Her stomach continues to fill and swell, she can see and feel this, but her brain says she’s still just as hungry!
Tifa makes her way to the fridge in the back, looking through the rest of the food for the week. Could she really eat more and all of it, even if her stomach says she can? She closes her eyes, thinking it over some. Before she realizes it, she’s already opened a container of bacon-wrapped streak and had eaten half of it. She blushes hard, more so because she’s suddenly eating as aimlessly as Aerith would normally accuse her of! Of course, in that line of thought, she’s finished the container and got through another two. Oh no, she’s speeding up?
And next up is the rest of her week’s specials: More ribs, whole chicken roasts, pizzas, monster burgers and the grand weekend feast! A whole Chocobo cookout! Meant to serve enough people for the whole day! All of it, just gone into her stuffed stomach. Yet, her brain continues to say it isn’t satisfied! When will it end?!
A big mistake to both parties about to be involved here is that Tifa left the back door open and unlocked, to let the kitchen air out. In goes a Yuffie to try and sneak a bite of whatever Tifa’s cooking, only for her to both not get any of what it was but also not come back out afterwards.
Tifa whines and gasps as she is so full that she’s about to topple over, especially with her Shinobi Special she just had, but her brain refuses to admit defeat. Finally, she must have her special cooking she was doing all along! One cooked and seasoned Midgar Zolom is greedily eaten, bones and all, finally making Tifa admit defeat. Not feeling full, she just literally can’t get up off the floor now.
“Urrrrffff, what the hell is going on...? Also, sorry there, Yuffie.You really should’ve knocked first...”, puffs the barmaid as she does her best to not squash her friend inside her guts as she tries to get comfortable. This is going to be a hell of a day to talk about, once it’s over.
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Another cozy and quiet lunch break for the redheaded tour guide, gently getting herself comfortable. A nice chicken Cesar salad to help her get through the rest of the day! She’s already poured the sauce packet in and is enjoying herself, mostly ignoring her stomach as it growls loudly. It won’t need to cry anymore, she’s feeding herself right now! She’s taking her time, much like she usually does to enjoy her break to the fullest, before noticing she’s done.
She’s already done? She looks to the bowl and around on the floor, making sure she didn’t spill anything. No, she simply must’ve eaten it all. Well, maybe she can get a quick nap in with this much time left? She considers her options as she nibbles on her fork idly, before realizing she is missing it after too long. Oh no, not another fork swallowed! Thankfully, most people wouldn’t know, but it does make her tummy feel so funny!
She grumbles and worries about writing out a list of things she needs more of from accidentally eating them, like pens, forks, straws and stuff like that. She hears another growl from her stomach below before she notices the pen in her hand already slipping past her lips. Oops! She panics slightly, mostly in that why is her pica acting up so bad suddenly. She whines as she hates when Haruhi is right, recalling about how her friend claimed she grazes just like a cow and is as cute as one. That makes her blush a little, sort of liking that sort of praise, before realizing she was chewing on something again. Her notepad! Oh no, what is she going to do for her list?
Maybe she could use her phone-? Gone with a buzz into her stomach. Her PDA-? Passed her lips before she can so much as think of opening it. More pens and paper? An entire box and entire pack gone after a few moments. She huffs and puffs as her stomach is straining in her outfit, threatening to snap buttons and destroy zippers. How is she still hungry??
She looks up to the clock above her desk in her office, wondering if maybe she could ask to go home early and deal with this at home? The longer she’s still here, the more she’s worried about eating more important things that aren’t her own. Especially those, as she gnaws on her pencil-holder up which also disappears into her with enough work. She idly rubs her stomach, which has finally broken its way free through her top to bare itself to the world. She looks around to her desk again, making sure she still has some way to get home or some. She does her best to not think about her car keys, knowing what’ll happen. However, while doing that, she manages to slurp down her computer mouse. Oh no! She needs that to do work at the desk!
A very confused and miffed Mikuru is left sitting at her desk, wondering how much this is going to get worse before it gets any better. Given she is currently slurping up her entire ethernet cable, probably not any better for awhile.
“Mmmmph, this must be Haruhi’s doing...it must be...?”, she whines in wanting that to be the case. This feels so different, though, so maybe some other force is at work here. Something far more inconveniently mischievous.
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moo, can you PLEASE give me a quick culinary lesson? I made steak yesterday and … well I should probably should be locked up for how badly I messed it up 🥲
Hmmm well im not much of a chef myself so I dunno how good my advice will be but I suppose I could tell you the things I DO know Lol just don't put too much faith in anything I say! I might be absolutely wrong.
So uhhhhhm, if your steak is frozen, thaw it out in the refrigerator the night before you are going to cook it. Don't thaw steak out in open air. Put them in the fridge or do the cold water method if you can't wait a full day
There are multiple ways to cook a steak, so decide how you wanna do it. Personally I think on the grill is the best way to cook steak because it gets that nice smoky flavor but its not always practical. Its all good though because stovetop or oven broiler work too 👌
An important thing to remember about steak is that different thicknesses of meat are obviously gonna need different cooking times. Its not a one size fits all sorta situation. And it really does not take very long to cook! I mean we are talking less than 20 minutes per side for the average 1.5 inch steak most people use. (Honestly anything thicker than that is too much damn meat for me, man, whew no thanks, I'm fillin up on mashed potatoes anyway)
You also gotta figure out how you want your steak cooked. Most steak cuts taste best at either medium or medium rare, but you should cook your steak to how you like it best. (So long as you're cooking them to safe temperature of course, don't be eating raw meat pls)
Lets see uhhh SEASON that baby. Dont know what seasoning to use? You're in luck because there are lots of pre-made seasonings for various meats at the store okay just find one you like, preferably one that is specifically for steak, and badabing badabang you're a friggin seasoning master. Now, its good to season your steak about 30 minutes before cooking it to let the deliciousness soak in, ya dig? But if you ain't got time for that then thats a-okay man
Don't be afraid of the juices. I know the sight of bloody meat juices awakens your mind's "that aint cooked right" instincts but steak aint like chicken, there's some wiggle room there. Get yourself a meat thermometer and use it to check that its cooked at least to 120° F (this is on the rare end of things though so somewhere around 145° is better and safer). Cooking steak until its well done means its gonna be a little dry, so if you're chewing on your steak and it feels like a chore? Probably cooked it a bit too long.
Personally, I feel like steak is kinda bland tasting on a good day, so if you feel the same way, look up some recipes for stuff to put on top of it! Like a seasoned butter thing or something mmmm that sounds good. Or gravy. Everything tastes better with gravy on it ammiright??
If all else fails, drown it in sauce babeeyyy 😩👌
Uhhhhhm i honestly don't think I have anything else? Like I said, I'm not a pro. I'm not even good at cooking tbh. I just look a lot of things up before I do it haha so hey, don't be scared to do that too! There's always some interesting recipes to be found out there on the big wide web 🙏
I wish you luck on your future steak cooking adventures! 🖤🌈
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