#my meal prep was shitty this week and so I have COOK
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I am genuinely so tired of having physical needs.
Hunger???? Again??? I ate already today i have shit to do.
#UGH#my meal prep was shitty this week and so I have COOK#DAILY???#unexecptable I’m going to complain#I’m gonna scream#my emotions have been fucking BONKERS this month#everything turned up to 100#everything#fuck I need to eat but goddamn ittttttttttttttttt
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LSL Week Day 1: Food
Sanji takes pride in the food he serves. He knows how precious food is and how a good meal can be the difference between life and death. Not even necessarily from the view of starvation but also from the view of someone caring for another. It’s why he makes the food to his crew’s preferences, because his words are coarse and untrained for friendship or nakamaship or even real, genuine love.
But Sanji knows food, so he cooks. He’ll spend all his time in the galley, only stepping out to get the bitter taste of poisonous smoke in his lungs. He feels like he’s making food for a crew of thirty most of the time, with the way Zoro and Luffy eat, not that he complains, it keeps him busy. Keeps his mind from wandering to a place it doesn’t belong in. Someplace Luffy would try to dig him out of.
Because Luffy cared. He cared in a different way from others in his life. He touches Sanji with kindness, nothing competitive or harsh, just soft kindness that chokes Sanji by drawing the air out of his lungs and makes his brain feel like it’s being dropped into a pool of sparkling water. It feels good, great even! So Sanji thanks him by providing meat seasoned and cooked perfectly to his captain’s liking. So imagine his surprise when he walks into the kitchen to start making lunch after finishing dishes from the morning to find said captain in the galley with a tangerine at the table.
“What are you doing?” Sanji asks as he begins to collect things he needs for lunch.
“You need a snack.” Luffy answers as he grips the fruit a little too hard and some juice drips onto his fingers and the table.
“I appreciate the thought, but I’m getting ready for lunch. If you want a snack I can have one ready in a few minutes.” Sanji bristles as he feels Luffy’s eyes stare at his back. He can feel the annoyance Luffy huffs like a chill in the breeze. Sanji spares a glance at the younger man and gives him a hefty stare down. “What is it?”
“You need a snack.” Luffy says more forcefully. Sanji pauses and turns to properly look at him. Luffy isn’t mad, he is rarely ever mad at his crew, frustrated though he does get frustrated when his crew is being dumb. Although Sanji can’t see why a snack is making him frustrated.
“I’m the cook, my job is to make food for everyone, if I want a snack I can make myself one.” Sanji points out quizzically and that seems to soften Luffy a tad.
“Yeah, but someone should make you a snack.” Luffy argues.
“So you took it upon yourself to steal a tangerine from one of Nami-swan’s trees and peel it so I could have a snack?” Sanji asks and Luffy frowns as he mulls over the words in his head.
“She said I could.” Luffy says.
“I appreciate the sentiment but I can make myself a snack, Luffy.” Sanji shrugs as he goes back to starting lunch.
“How come you don’t let people do nice things for you?” Luffy asks.
“A cook's job is to care for others.” Sanji shrugs.
“But I want to take care of you.” Luffy pouts.
“You’re a captain, they are very similar roles.” Sanji responds.
“No, not like I want to take care of Robin, or Chopper, or Brook or anyone else. I want to give you snacks and help you find the All Blue and all that other stuff.” Luffy says with dejection in his voice. Sanji keeps doing his prep work as mulls over what he wants to say. Luffy wanting to give or make someone snacks was new. Not something he expected to hear from the younger who could eat and never be satiated for long. Sanji grabs the towel from the edge of the sink and wipes his hands and sits across from Luffy.
“Alright, I’ll eat your shitty tangerine.” Sanji says. Luffy smiles and hands him half crushed sections of the fruit to eat. “It means that much to you?” Sanji asks.
“You give me food almost any time I ask and you never ask for anything.” Luffy answers. “It’s okay to want things, to be selfish. Nami says so, so does Robin.”
“Do they now?” Sanji chuckles lightly and Luffy laughs and nods.
“Food is how you show your love, I thought I would give it a try.” Luffy replies as he gives Sanji the last section.
“Are you asking for cooking lessons?” Sanji asks.
“Are you offering?” Luffy shoots back.
“Come on, I’ll show you how to knead bread, I think you’ll like that. We have to wash our hands.” Sanji says as he wipes the table and then goes to the sink. Luffy follows easily. Food is how Sanji shows his love and care, Luffy taking a step to do something new, to give someone as lowly as Sanji food makes the blond’s heart flutter. His captain was always something else, nothing should surprise him anymore, but here Luffy is: kneading dough with utter delight as he smiles and laughs to Sanji.
#lusanlu week#lusanlu week 2024#sanlu#lusan#my writing#sanji x luffy#luffy x sanji#black leg sanji#monkey d. luffy#vinsmoke sanji#straw hat luffy
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you bring me home - nagi seishiro x fem!reader
WC: 801 | Warnings: barely edited/proofed, college au, fem reader, established friendships, friends to lovers trope, use of “angel” as a pet name. Sfw all around. MINORS DNI
Description: The moment Nagi Seishiro realizes he’s been in love with you for years, without noticing it.
A/n: I hope you enjoy this! Thanks to @seraphofthesimps for the idea!
The familiar white hair is impossible to miss when you walk into the dining hall. You can’t help the smile that creeps up on your cheeks and the heat that rushes to your cheeks. Of course, beside Seishiro is his best friend, Reo talking in his ear over their lunch trays. The lunch bag in your hand suddenly feels heavier, the weight of the two lunches you packed.
He’s been complaining about the dining hall lunches for a week now, just unhappy with the selection and missing home-cooked food. In the few years, you’ve known him, since middle school, you’ve always picked up on little things he’s said and tried to accommodate. Not to the extent that Reo has, but little things.
It was a given that when Seishiro started complaining about the food, you asked a friend with an apartment and kitchen if you could start using it to meal prep. He mentioned liking lemon tea once and for the remainder of high school, you always ensured your mom kept it in your cabinets for when he came over to study with you. You always traded with other classmates to make sure he was who you got to buy for Secret Santa at Christmas, knowing no one else, even Reo, would be able to get him a gift he truly liked.
So when he decided he would attend the same university as you, mostly because Reo argued it had the best soccer program of all his offers, you were elated. It was a shot in the dark that you’d get in, but you did and you were able to keep your two best friends with you.
“Sei, Reo,” you greet them, sitting across from them. Sei smiles at you and then goes back to pushing some peas around his tray.
“Whatcha got there?” Reo grabs for your bag and you pull it away quickly.
“Nothing for you!” You stick your tongue out at him. “Sei, I brought you a treat!”
You open the bag, pulling out a thermos with his favorite tea and a bento box full of his favorite foods.”
“No way, really?” He looks up, his gray eyes shining. “You’re the best, —--.”
Your cheeks heat up again and you smile, looking away.
“God, it’s like I’m not even here,” Reo complains, sighing and shoving a spoonful of peas in his mouth.
“Shut up, Reo.” You glare at him, cheeks still hot. “You’re just jealous you have a shitty lunch while Sei and I have my home-cooked meal.”
“Yeah, clearly,” something crosses Reo’s face, and he smiles deviously. “I would be jealous if I had a pretty girl fawning over me for years too.”
“Reo.” You nearly hiss his name, looking to see if Sei hasn’t been listening, or at least you think he’s not.
“What?” He smiles, leaning forward, closer to you. “Embarrassed?”
Hurt by Reo’s comments, you pack up your bag and leave the table. Reo has known how you felt about Sei for years, you had confessed it to him one night when you Sei, and Reo snuck alcohol upstairs to Reo’s room and got wasted for the first time. Sei had fallen asleep and in your drunken stupor, you admitted your feelings for your best friend.
Until now he has always respected the secret and kept it between the two of you. Whatever is up his ass today has clearly set him off and in turn hurt you.
“Hey, wait!” The familiar soothing voice grabs your attention just as Sei places his hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking out the dining hall doors.
“Sorry, Sei, I just have to run off to a class I forgot I signed up for,” the lie rolls off your tongue, but you have to hold back the tears. Luckily, he hasn’t stepped in front of you to see that you’re welling up.
Shrugging off his hand from your shoulder, you walk out the dining hall doors and into the empty hallway.
“Wait! I have something to say!” Sei follows you and grabs your hand, moving to step in front of you quicker than you can walk away from him. “No, please don’t cry,” his hands reach for your face, taking your cheeks in his palms. He wipes the stray tear off your cheek with his thumb.
“Sorry, I’m just-”
“I’ve been so blind, angel,” Sei whispers, calling you angel for the first time in your life.
“Sei,” you whisper, eyes welling more.
He leans down, kissing you and pulling you closer to him. His lips are softer than you imagined, and he tastes divine. You grab his shirt, pulling him as close as you can as you kiss him back, your lips finally moving against his.
“You’ve always been the one, I’ve just been so so blind.”
#bluelock fluff#nagi seishiro fluff#seishiro nagi fluff#nagi seishiro x reader#seishiro nagi x reader
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Ohh I've always wanted to start mealprepping but I get so demotivated finding what I want to eat for a whole week, do you maybe have any tips on how to get into it?
you, my friend, have just opened pandora's fridge
soooo i started meal prepping in march of this year at the same time as switching to an office job from retail and starting to go the gym. these decisions were for weight loss reasons (and have been very successful! i look and feel so good!) but i am immediately going to emphasize that there are a lot of benefits to meal prepping besides intentional weight loss. so much of what i've been doing would be the same if you were not trying to lose weight, you just wouldn't be thinking about like calorie deficits when choosing recipes (and if you're interested in weight loss, calories in calories out is your friend. set a reasonable number per day and pay attention to your body. if you're hungry, you're lowballing it. slow progress that sticks is better than fast progress that doesn't).
meal prepping can be really advantageous financially (and could be done less expensively than i do it tbh, i'm a sucker for the farmer's market), and as someone with adhd who lives alone it's incredible for my mental health. the way i meal prep is very structured around 1) my 8-4 weekday job and 2) the gym, so you'll need to figure out how to tailor that based on your schedule and interests.
all that aside, i'm super passionate about this and i've been learning so much these past months! i'm no expert and i was awful at cooking before (only ate frozen meals, snacks, and takeout honestly) but i feel like my relationship with food is the best it's even been in my life. food is GOOD. food that you've made with your own hands, that you've invested your time and effort in, is sosososo special. and if it sucks, at least you're learning what NOT to do! i have like a 85% success rate, and maybe 50-60% recipes are good enough to repeat.
i really treasure this entire ritual, even though it may seem overwhelming to do every single week. in terms of weight loss, i was never going to be someone who got healthy from heavy restriction or prescribed diets that are meant to distance a person from food. and it's funny because like, i would binge, but also HATE food so much for the hold it had over my body and mind. if you have a shitty relationship with food this might really help. i feel obligated to say that i do see a nutritionist, but she's not doing the cooking or recipe hunting or working out for me.
so my weekly meal prep calendar looks like this:
sunday - cooking day. like, for hours. i don't have a dishwasher so i'm doing a full sink of dishes at least three times. i sometimes have plans and can work around them, but i prefer to keep the day free. i imagine this would be trickier if you live with people, but then again i manage in a studio apartment with a kitchen the size of a grocery store checkout line, soooo
tuesday-thursday - research and making the shopping list! can be done on any or all of these days. i use justtherecipe and recommend it highly. it saves recipes from websites while cutting out ads and, like, blogging. you can also edit the recipes and add notes--i always add the calories and maybe nutrition information. if those are not provided and you care, you can use a nutrition calculator to figure it out. if you get nervous about calories i ENCOURAGE you to try this. a lot of recipes that you might shy away from can totally be goal-supportive. pasta can be your friend, i promise.
so what i do during the week is find recipes i want to cook or repeat (using pinterest or websites of previously enjoyed recipes) and add them to justtherecipe. every week i choose a breakfast, a lunch to eat at work, a pre-gym snack, and dinner. if you don't have a lot of physical activity you don't need the same kind of protein-heavy snack, but you could always prep something so you don't snack mindlessly. some weeks i also just cook something sweet for fun, especially if the calories for the whole day are a little low. this could be half-homemade apple cider, baked goods, purchased popsicles, etc. this is most often where i'll just buy something and pre-portion it, rather than prepare it myself. no shame in that at all, in fact, sometimes it would be stupid not to go with the easier/cheaper solution.
so yeah. i figure out what i'm cooking for each "meal," add the recipes to the cookbook in justtherecipe, and then scale the recipes as needed. i usually make 6 servings for a week, which is convenient because most recipes are written in multiples of 2. this is a great recipe converter you can use to resize recipes. justtherecipe devs are also planning to add a feature that does this on the site eventually.
last thing i do during the week is take the recipes, resized as needed, and make a shopping list. if there are things i know already have i leave them out, and if i'm unsure i put a question mark and check my kitchen whenever i'm home. i will say while this sounds kindaaaaaaa expensive at first, the more you repeat this weekly process the more nonperishable things you'll already have stocked, especially if you tend to cook with similar spices and types of oil/flour/etc. at this point, sixish months in, i rarely need to buy nonperishable stuff, unless i've literally run out. and you can find affordable ways to buy perishables, and if you compare what you're spending to frozen meals, snacks, and takeout, i think it's likely it would be at the worst equal, if that makes sense. i know this is a sweeping generalization and i'm sorry. this might not work for some people but i can only share what i'm fortunate enough to be able to do.
friday - this is the day i go shopping, after work! with my list that i already made! i know the layout of the supermarket super well at this point so i order the items accordingly. it goes pretty fast and people have asked me several times if i was doing instacart which i took as a huge compliment.
so that's my schedule, but you can switch it around based on what your work week looks like. i would definitely say that you should try to shop no more than 3 days before cooking, and maybe freeze certain ingredients in the meantime. freezing is HUGE in meal prep.
speaking of storage, storage!
depending on the kinds of meals, you have to be smart about storage if you want them to last 5-6 days. pay attention to what the recipe says about fridge vs. freezer life (justtherecipe does NOT save this, so make sure you check the website). for most meals, i freeze some or all on sunday and defrost in the fridge a day ahead as the week goes by. obviously you might need to split up more complex things (for a salad freeze the chicken but not the greens, for a soup freeze the broth and noodles but not the veggies, etc.). the highest-maintenance thing i've done so far is an udon soup with frozen broth and chicken but fresh prepped ingredients, which i needed to actually combine and boil on the stove every night (also did an egg drop because i think it's funny. like that egg really did just drop). still, pretty easy and low maintenance! the soup in question (oh god i hope my food isn't ugly and i'm actually delusional) will be pictured at the bottom of this post!!
plastic meal prep containers are less expensive, but glass are far superior especially if you're really into chilis, soups, and very garlicky-oniony foods. and especially ESPECIALLY if you're like me and you don't have a dishwasher. plastic tends to not do great with hot liquids and it holds onto strong smells.
i started out with plastic for the first few months, but asked for glass for my birthday. now i have 10 glass containers, 5 for lunch and 5 for dinner, and supplement with plastic during weeks where i make 6 servings. i think these are the glass ones i use, or at least made by the same company, and for plastic you can't beat target's price for what it includes. most supermarkets and big stores tend to sell both glass and plastic, if you don't want to commit to glass financially, plastic is still great. you'll definitely find a use for them if you upgrade eventually!
for the breakfast and pre-gym snacks, i use disposable stuff like baggies or the tinier plastic containers that often come in sets. i'm sorry, planet :( there's just a point where i know i can't create too many dishes, especially with no dishwasher. the whole point of this entire ritual is to create a process i have no problem repeating indefinitely, so sometimes i have accept that i'm not going to be able to do it perfectly.
in terms of breakfasts, i personally don't like savory flavors early in the morning. i'm a big fan of the frozen smoothie bag and baked goods like muffins and bread.
there is a kitchen in my office with a toaster oven and microwave, so i have some flexibility with what i can bring in and eat. lots of soups and salads!
pre-gym snacks are always about protein. protein muffins, hummus and veggies, peanut butter.
dinner can be a lot of things, but for me personally the focus is on making it hearty so i am FULL when i go to sleep. the overall rule of thumb with all of this is to make food you're EXCITED to eat, so you don't feel like you're unsatisfied or missing out. especially when starting out, i benefitted from learning how to prepare meat in appealing ways. i hate handling raw meat and there are some shortcuts you can take to avoid it, like making patties or meatballs with ground chicken or turkey. personally i only eat chicken and sometimes turkey, every once in a while turkey bacon. so no steak recipes here i'm afraid :( i'm a big fan of my grill pan but also have to be very careful with stovetop pan-cooking because my postage stamp of an apartment has no kitchen fan and i don't keep windows open. if you're in a similar situation and hate the idea of straight up baked chicken, you can bake it in the oven and then pan-fry or grill for a few minutes just to get that exterior texture without worrying about undercooking. oh yeah, also get a meat thermometer. a great part of acquiring recipes like pokemon is that you'll start adding kitchen items to your collection as needed just like your spices.
other misc. meal prep tips include: ALWAYS buy more broth than the recipe requires (like, twice as much); try to buy exact portions of perishable ingredients because unfortunately food waste can be a problem when you're alone; and cooking for several hours is a really good time to listen to audiobooks or video essays.
also i do want to point out that i occasionally eat food i didn't prepare. i just typically plan ahead and get SUPER excited to do so. i'm never eating takeout or restaurant food or frozen meals because i don't have it in me to make something; it's because i like the special food or i'm somewhere cool with people i care about. it's a treat, but so is all the food i make.
okay, last thing, here are some recipes i've repeated and really enjoy! notice that they're not all like spinach salads, i love when recipes find clever ways to emulate "unhealthy" food while having nutritious ingredients. the website skinnytaste is my favorite for stuff like that and she has a massive backlog of free recipes with nutrition info. also i very obviously favor certain ingredients (feta cheese my love), these are just things i like, there is so much out there for you to find for yourself! even if the recipe isn't your thing, these blogs and websites are great places to start!
breakfast:
- https://kristineskitchenblog.com/healthy-apple-muffins/
- a smoothie with 1/2 frozen banana, ~10 frozen strawberries, handful frozen spinach, 3/4 tbsp peanut butter (you can get a little scooper to make this easier), 3/4 tbsp strawberry preserves, and as much soy milk as it takes to smoothify it (around 1.25 cups)
- lunch and/or dinner:
- https://www.mealswithmaggie.com/chicken-corn-chowder/
- https://easychickenrecipes.com/chicken-tortellini-soup-recipe/
- https://www.mamagourmand.com/braised-butternut-squash-bacon-penne-bake/
- https://www.skinnytaste.com/baked-chicken-parmesan/
- https://www.skinnytaste.com/coconut-chicken-salad-with-warm-honey/
- https://www.lecremedelacrumb.com/farmers-market-veggie-pasta/
- https://healthylittlepeach.com/feta-and-spinach-chicken-patties/
- https://www.lecremedelacrumb.com/grilled-bruschetta-chicken/
- https://pinchofyum.com/honey-chicken-salad-with-grapes-and-feta
- https://www.skinnytaste.com/turkey-pumpkin-chili/
- pre-gym:
- https://thehonoursystem.com/maple-vanilla-protein-fudge/
- various protein muffins. they're not as fluffy as normal ones but can still be good!
- other:
- https://ifoodreal.com/healthy-key-lime-pie-bars/
- https://www.asweetpeachef.com/hot-apple-cider/
aaaaaand i'll close with food photos. because i'm proud. even if they don't look gorgeous, each is special to me, and i just think that's neat
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I was wondering if any of y'all have some go-to recipes that are super simple and straightforward to make that you'd be interested in sharing? Like meals that require as few steps and prep as possible? I'm trying to make more food at home and avoid highly processed microwave meals, but I lowkey hate cooking, especially when it's just for myself. While my executive dysfunction has definitely improved over the last month, I still very much have depression and ADHD and thus struggle to tackle more labor intensive activities unless there's a lot of dopamine release involved in the process. I obviously want to improve though, and I figure it's about time to stop living off my protein oatmeal. (It's super good tho, fairly nutritious, and really easy to make--just oats, protein powder, peanut butter, and a bit of honey).
I've compiled a bunch of possible recipes over the last few weeks (mostly from blogs listing meal ideas for picky children lmao), but was just curious if any of you had personal favorites of your own. Since I'm just starting out and have a shitty little 1970s apartment kitchen, I'm pretty limited, and don't really like dealing with super perishable ingredients like fresh produce yet. So only bother with sharing the kind of shit a latchkey middle schooler could make on their own lol
feel free to share them in the replies, or you can pm me or send me an ask too if you'd rather do that instead. It's much appreciated, and I'll let you know if I end up making your recipe!
#no worries if not though!#don't want to sound lazy or entitled#I definitely have already done some research#but I like hearing what works for other people#especially those who are also mentally ill but handling it a lot better than me LOL#also don't worry about calories--I only eat like two meals a day most of the time#so it's actually been difficult to reach 1600 without turning to takeout#as long as it's not higher than like 1200 since my daily limit is 1600 - 1800 depending on my activity level#I'm four lbs away from my 15 lb milestone so I'll probably reward myself with a subscription to hello fresh or something#to get my foot in the door#I wish I liked vegetables and fish more#and it sucks how any recipe with more than like three moving parts scares me away#but I've got to figure something out so I can add more variation to my diet#and now that adderall seems to have unlocked the mystical 'habit forming' ability I've only heard of in legends#it might actually be feasible now for me to dip my toes in the water and start not hating cooking#personal
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Things to Help Making Cooking Better
To be clear, this isn’t about making your food better. This is about making the making of your food better. These are just things that have helped me that might also help you!
Reduce stress of food planning!
Lots of my food stress comes from needing to plan meals for the week. Find a system that helps you with that! There’s tons of apps and services that can help you meal prep and plan!
Sorted: Sidekick is an app I used for a while that helps you put together a grocery list and plan quick easy meals for the week
Services like Hello Fresh are pricey (but you can often bounce from discount to discount on them) but remove the burden of shopping and searching out recipes.
Make your own collection of staple recipes (I have an accordion folder) that you can leaf through as needed. Way easier than needing to search up recipes or conjure food ideas from the abyss of your grey matter
Share the load! If you have a partner you live with, ask them to help! If you live alone, see if you have a friend who is willing to share a meal plan with you for the week.
Find easier, more enjoyable methods!
For some reason I love to fill up a bowl with veggie scraps and container garbage instead of just throwing it right in the trash. Why? Who knows! But it’s more fun so I do it!
Hate mincing garlic but the recipe calls for it? Just grate that sumbitch
Don’t like cutting up onions? Get one of those little food processors, chunk it, and then put that onion on blast with a whirling dervish (this also works for other veggies. the chop button really do chop)
Invest in good equipment
No this doesn’t mean you have to go buy a $10000 dollar knife or something. It just means, when you have the chance, invest in something other than the $5 rainbow knife pack from your local store
Cutting with a good, sharp knife is easier, safer, and more enjoyable than cutting with a shitty knife. I have one nice chefs knife that I use for 99% of my cutting
Get a nice cutting board. A thicker, heavier board is way easier (safer, nicer) to cut on when it doesn’t slip around and there aren’t little plastic gouges all over it. (Tip, if your board slips, put it on a slightly damp towel on the counter)
Increase your Sim Environment Meter
I buy red kitchen equipment because I love how it looks and I enjoy using it. Mixing up a sauce in a bowl? Tedious, boring. Getting to use my fun red spatula to mix a sauce in a bowl? Groundbreaking, excellent, effervescent.
Buy silly fun kitchen towels. Wiping down your counters? A chore. Wiping down your counters with a towel that has little bees and gnomes on it? Whimsical and enchanting.
Buy some floor mats. Standing can be hard on your feets, and it’s way easier when you have some squishy floor mats in front of your countertops
Put on some tunes while you cook! Cutting a zucchini into half moons is much more enjoyable when you’re singing Cheeseburger in Paradise or something.
COOK WITH A ROOMMATE! Divide and conquer the steps, trade off things you don’t like doing!
No roommate? Call up a friend and chitchat while you cook. You get a friend to help you with that meal prep who is making the same meals as you this week? Cook with them over a call! (I’ve done this with my brother a couple times! It’s fun!)
Get plates with fun patterns so when you clean them you get to pretend to be an archeologist unearthing some ancient art
Anyway. Just. Basically find little cheats for yourself. Sneak fun shit into boring or laborious shit. Make up songs for ingredients. Buy the spatula with a happy face on it. Get canned, pre-cut ingredients. Because really they aren’t ‘cheats’ it’s just figuring out what works for you.
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hi. as an Experienced Adult, any tips for cooking/meal prepping for someone who hates cooking, is lazy, and can’t afford a takeaway meal more than once or twice a week? most days all i can do is put a pot of pasta on and anxiously wait for the 6-10 min to be up, but i’m getting tired of pasta now.
ok SO a few of my go-to non-pasta usually-depression meals are as follows:
1) noodles, soy sauce, ready-to-eat chicken/seitan if ur veggie/vegan. that’s it. cook the noodles, stir fry ‘em for a couple of mins with chicken and if you’ve got some veggies that cook quickly throw those in, douse that shit in soy sauce and off you go. whole process including noodles will take less than ten mins
2) the difference in a cold sandwich vs a warm sandwich is astronomical. make some sandwiches, keep ‘em in the fridge, launch ‘em in a frying pan or microwave and heat ‘em up for a hot meal, will legit take less than five mins regardless of what you put in them
3) ready meals. microwaveable ones. next time you go grocery shopping get a selection of seasonings if you don’t have them already, so you can make said microwave meals taste a bit better. basic list: salt, black pepper, cayenne, paprika, garlic, dried oregano, dried red pepper flakes. if your budget is tight then drop this down to salt, garlic, and red pepper flakes. not sure where you are in the world but if you can get the lil tins/packets of spanish or (surprisingly) hungarian paprika they’re usually pretty cheap and also just….the best.
4) when you do get takeout, make sure you’re getting stuff that you can also use as leftovers - pizza is usually a good option for this, as it’s quick and easy to reheat. i try to get a dominos large on one of their coupon deals and that lasts usually three meals worth of food
5) smoothies r also v good for breakfast/lunch options if you have a blender and like fruit - just chuck a load of whatever in and you’re good to go
6) pre-cooked meat can be a bit more expensive, but what you spend in money you make up for in energy/focus/time saved. it’s so easy to throw in a sandwich, on pasta, noodles, basically any carb of your choosing, or even to eat with soulless glassy eyes out of the packet at midnight when you’re trying to stave off a protein deficiency. not that i’d know. shredded cheese is also handy to just throw on whatever, and helps get your dairy intake up a bit
while these aren’t all the most nutritionally balanced meals i come from a place of autism sensory issues plus eating disorder recovery, so i very heavily agree with the philosophy of shitty food is better than no food at all, and that’s def something to remember
when it comes to cooking generally, i also fucking Hate the effort and don’t have the spoons to spend, so try to time it to when you’ve got other shit to do to make the time pass faster. jacket potatoes are great for this cos they take hours to cook but you can throw them in the oven and forget about them the whole time (just make sure you set a timer). butter, cheese, and chives on them is a lifesaver. bring something to watch or listen to
if you only have the focus/energy/etc to cook very basic stuff, try to prioritise carbs, protein, and veggies. get some multivitamins too to make sure you’re still getting a full balance of stuff, but sometimes it’s less about being a dieticians favourite and more about just getting through the day, so don’t feel bad about cutting corners when ya need
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How would your OCs react to their GF/BF having a bad day? Like really shitty rainy bad day
James "Dix" Dixion
Dix would immediately try to make you laugh. Probably telling you a story of something stupid he did as a teenager.
He's so animated when he tells you too. Making up voices, using a comb as a mustache.
"And Josh's dad was so pissed at me! It's okay tho Mr. Vaughn can't resist me, he forgave me after a week. Moved all his old trophies though."
He'll keep you laughing until your bad day is completely forgotten.
Joshua Vaughn
Josh would offer you an oversized sweater and some boxers while he washed and dried your clothes. No one wants to hang out in sopping wet clothing on top of their already shitty day.
"Tell me about your day, baby."
He'd just sit and listen to how shitty your day was. Once you tired yourself out he'd ask
"Do you want a ride home or a sleepover, baby?"
"Sleep over."
"Yeah, I figured. Up to bed, I'll tuck you in."
Everett Reed
Everett would be so pissed on your behalf.
"Next time you tell Patricia from accounting that if she has a goddamned problem then she can take it up with me. What the fuck is she talking about? 'yOuR sLaCkInG'. Shut the fuck up Patricia."
He'd be pacing back and forth cursing out whoever made you cry.
Devon Reed
He'd see your tears and your soaking wet clothes and immediately pull you into a hug.
"Do you want to vent, be distracted, or have a problem solved?"
Whatever you decide he'd be all too happy to help.
He'd cuddle you the whole time too, helping you relax.
"Do you wanna hear a new song I wrote?"
Ryker Jones
"What's wrong? Talk to me."
She'd listen as you talk about the shitty Karen who ruined your day, massaging your scalp.
She'd have to resist the urge to hunt down that Karen, but ultimately she knew that it wasn't something in her jurisdiction.
She'd give such light kisses all over your face, helping melt away the stress.
Ava Reyes
Runs you a bubble bath with nice-smelling candles and makes your cocoa.
"Listen, they can only bother you if you let them. At the end of the day, they are just bitter. You are stronger than them for not reacting out of aggression or jealousy."
She'd definitely wash your clothes for you and provide some nice PJs to sleep in.
"Do you wanna watch a movie with me?"
Magdalyn Rose
She'd take you in her arms and soothe your crying.
"Come, my love, prep breakfast for the shelter with me. Cooking is as good as therapy, no?"
You would act as her sous chef as she instructed you on prepping the meal.
The longer into the meal prep the more your worries were forgotten.
She served you up some nice hot biscuits for dinner, instructing you to eat.
If you crashed out at her place, she'd take you home in the morning.
Aaron Jones
If you came to Aaron after your bad day, he'd pull you to his reading nook, serve you up some coffee and sit with you while you talked about it.
"Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Good. You're not allowed to be sad in my presence. Only happy thoughts."
He'd kiss your forehead, pet your hair.
"How about I make you forget your worries?"
Samuel Lowe
Sam would cuddle you, let you cry it out.
"Let's watch a movie. You can tell me all about it when you're ready."
He's very patient, but usually very tired. He'd want you to talk about it, but knows patience is key with you.
"Can we just go to bed, please?"
"Of course. Anything to make you feel better."
Greyson Reyes
"You know, typically I'd think your tears are hot, but I don't think that'd fly in this situation."
He'd sit you on his lap and soothe you. Offer his advice.
"You need a hot meal and to rest."
He'd check on you throughout the night to make sure you were sleeping peacefully.
#finn answers#finn writes#finn talks#finn's ocs#ask finn#asked and answered#answered#anonymous#devon reed#devon reed x reader#everett reed#joshua vaughn#james dix dixion#greyson reyes#ava reyes#magdalyn rose#aaron jones#ryker jones#samuel lowe
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I don’t know how I’m really feeling. i don’t feel motivated to do anything... at all. I don’t have the energy to do cooking, to do any hobbies, barely to talk to people... being with Maya pushed me to want to go out today, but I’m. So tired. When I’m back home, I just feel like there’re loads of things I gotta do... cook and meal prep, laundry, prepare for my interviews... Get my life together. And of course, prepare to go back to work on Monday. Ugh, god, I don’t want to go so bad.
I guess the good thing about these interviews is the external validation is super real lol. Like being indirectly told oh the program director does a good job recruiting a lot of good people to the program, as well as being directly told that I have a broad research experience and being told by another person who’s a PI that I’ve been doing things that show that I like science... It’s validating in that sense after being told and used as a research technician that doesn’t do anything at all other than what I’m told to and being placed in a high pressure environment where I want to shrivel up and die inside. It’s almost/ is surprising when people are encouraging to me, it’s almost just. I’ve gotten so used to associating work with being hell and emotionally strained, scary, and worthless as an experience, as well as seeing my time as a postbac as being a waste of time where I can talk about shit without doing anything that I find truly meaningful. I’m so burned out and hate my lab environment so much it’s hard for me to remember a time when I didn’t hate everything and anything that happens at work. It feels like a waste of the days and weeks and months that I have to be alive to be at this horrible workplace where I’m filled with anxiety and disgust and hatred. I hate it so much.
I feel like it doesn’t matter how much time off I get when I’m filled with exhaustion no matter how long I take off... Although to be fair I only really took a 5 day holiday (2 actual work days off). But I feel sick inside and it’s also not like interviews are a total walk in the park that I can do with my eyes closed. I just feel tired emotionally and I want to give up and cry. I’m filled with self-loathing at my work ethic but also to the lab that I’m in. I’m filled with bitterness, regret, and sadness all of the time. And the tiredness never seems to leave me, and that makes me so sad that my days are filled with leaden heaviness. I can’t even get hungry much anymore, and I just want to starve myself into dust. I just want to die inside, I hate it, I hate that I can’t get better and it’s not ending. I hate that I can’t cope well, and that I can barely cope at all.
I guess there’s generally a sense that the only thing I have to look forward to is for this godforsaken program to end in May. I’ve come so far, it’s only 5 more months (more like 4.5 months). Since August, I’ve come 4 months, and since May I’ve come 5 months. Since April, which was the start to the real hell of it all, it’s been 8 months and I’ve overcome so many emotional difficulties since then. The next few months, January, February, March, April, then May, will hopefully go by quickly. So many programs start in June, I’m going to leave start of May. This month will go by quickly with all of these interviews... and February will have one or two interviews, maybe hearing back from schools and figuring out where I’ll be and hopefully getting tickets for Japan plus it’s a shorter month, March is just a shitty month to wait for things to settle x2, and maybe I’ll leave in April or May I don’t care. I can’t care, I hate it so much, I feel like I’m about to choke. I might really ask Professor Newman if it would be a bad idea to leave at that time and maybe some other people because I can’t take it. It’s so horrible here. I can’t take it, I’m either going to leave the lab or like, leave this life, I’m so sick of this place. Maybe not life, but at least everything here is going to be dead to me, I can’t. I honest to god can NOT, I hate it with every fiber of my being. I can’t take it, it’s so horrible. It’s so horrible. I hate it, and I feel like I’m being sucked away as a person and even my interest in science is just. Like a joke. And I’m tired of being in a place where I’m expected to fight constantly as opposed to a place where you’re nurtured.
I hate it. I hate it so much. It hurts so much to be here, I hate it so much.
But as of now, I know that the cost/ benefit comes down to me staying and enduring. I think it’s always hard to come back to lab when I’ve been away for a long(er) period of time because it makes me anxious and terrified when I come back. But I know it’ll be fine since the postbacs are at least welcoming and kind to me, as with the postdocs. And that in itself will be a relief. I don’t have to hate it because they will at least be kind, and my day to day life will be fine. It will all be fine...
I can use the amount of dumb time I have if any to work on cryostat sectioning... reading more papers that I’m interested in and want to learn more about for neuroscience, and generally doing what I can to tolerate and endure living in that hellscape the best I can, each day. It’s not that each day will be the most fun and it’ll be more survival than ~thriving~, but again, 0 expectations for this to change and I’m going to make the best of this horrible time as much as possible. I officially give up relying on anyone beyond the people I really like in the lab, like I seriously could not care anymore.
I think I will try to exercise, cut my nails, and read and maybe do more music. I think these things will reduce my insanity and make me happier. Especially music, although I’m not sure how or where to start. But maybe just playing around on the ukulele will give me some insights, I don’t know.
Tomorrow will have enough time for me to make granola and go grocery shopping, get stuff for cheesecake, maybe make soup. It will be possible, I know it will be. And maybe I’ll go out with the other postbacs and not feel too stressed and anxious. I shall see.
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Last week and this week have been extra…
Just… extra.
And I am so tired and trying to get my own stuff done but because I am the one with (a) a flexible schedule and (b) no pending professional deadlines this month, and because (c) my partner in crime is or has been suddenly juggling an epic shit load of (mostly or entirely) unexpected high stakes deadline driven shit, it’s just madness around here.
Add in last week’s jury duty from hell to just toss more backlog into all of this.
Also, normally partner does all of the dinner prep/cooking but hasn’t been able to do that for two weeks. And next week is also overbooked which basically means 3 full weeks of august screwed over.
So I have been doing all of both of our Adulting shit plus extra Adulting shit that had to be done (maintenance on major appliances we depend on) while making calls for tradespeople who are not available to do things that are desperately needed. Just ugh.
Our landscaping guy is never available and giant invasive plants that literally grow a fucking foot per day I shit you not are BACK AGAIN and threatening to cut off our mail/package delivery — and yes, the last time it took over we receive NO MAIL beyond a nasty note from USPS. So that was two backbreaking days of battle that did not go well. my eyes swelled up from allergies.
This evening I was hoping to simplify the rest of this week by stocking up on our favorite healthy(ish) fast meal. BUT our local grocery store was just … weirdly empty especially regarding EVERY SINGLE staple item I normally get plus all of the emergency “brain can’t think, no time to do anything but toss stuff in the steamer” meal items. Like just— wtf why so many barren empty shelves and half the freezer aisle empty even though all the freezers were physically working? and it was way too late for me to go somewhere else. I was soooooooo disappointed and ended up getting a few crappy overpriced deli items that won’t last long and will be meh. But at least we have insta food for tomorrow. :|
I just.
Really get why so many people have dropped out of the workforce or have dropped to working part time bc I swear to fuckjng gawd everything takes 99x more effort to do these days.
Passport photos, for instance (both are about to expire). Never a hassle in the before times.
Took me a half the month to find a place that could do it and was open when both of us were free. Half the fedex/kinkos I visited said their system for making passport photos was out of order and the other fedex stores I went to were CLOSED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON AND NOT OPEN ON WEEKENDS despite what their hours said online. And my partners schedule has suddenly been a complete fuckjng mess (as mentioned above) so finding time btwn 10a and 4:30p hasn’t been super easy especially when these fedex stores aren’t even open when they claim to be open according to their website.
Even stupid little things — small kitchen appliances and boring little house items are just becoming weirdly hard to find. Or really shitty quality.
Everyplace I go when running errands like that I just think — these stores feel barren and downgraded compared to the past. But then I look for stuff online and it’s even worse. Overpriced crap that is always a regret or stuff that sells out instantly and then it’s just “sorry, restocking.”
And don’t get me started with all of the rotting fresh fruit and veggies in the market.
And just try making an appointment as a new client or a new patient for anything. Dentist? Lol whatever. (One of my friends had the worst time finding appointments for a new vet for her kittens who needed to be scheduled to be spayed. Months of run around and no luck, and multiple cycles of them going into heat.)
The worst is that I have to keep my phone ringer on and that just means spam calls.
Phone rings: me hopeful that someone I need for something I need done is calling back.
Phone: spam call! Mwuahahaah.
Me: FML
I just feel exhausted all the time right now bc
Fuck
Just fuckjng fuck
I needed a long walk yesterday and was surprised how many storefronts are now empty or boarded up yet again.
And if this isn’t the visible results of economic downturn/recession than i don’t even want to see what a clusterfuck this will all become when the predicted recession hits.
Things are not economically well for much of anyone not on a solid regular salary (pay that is always the same and never calculated hourly) from what I can surmise and you cannot get anyone to do anything for you these days bc everyone seems to be in a state of fml. It’s just a giant chain of falling FML dominos.
Which is why I said I really get why many ppl have downsized their work hours or dropped out. Just living is a full time job these days and, actually, we have the money to pay for things. I am literally calling ppl saying “take my money plz just put us in your schedule for X.” I am really fuckjng tired— and cannot get enough of my own pro work done because of it. Bc the moment I am in the zone— ring ring— hopefulness— SPAM CALL!!!!! 😩
(This week: Sinks unclogged: 2; dishwasher pulled apart and unclogged plus boring cleaning and maintenance done: 1 — thank you dishwasher repair guy from 2 years ago who actually just showed us how to do it so I wouldn’t need his service despite being us being more than willing to pay for it bc who has the time or energy for kneeling on the floor in a twisted position for far too long? Isn’t this what service/repair ppl are for? Oh wait. Can’t get into their schedule anymore. Fml. )
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hear me out: Megatron in human form would absolutely be fat
as someone whose family is from the upper Appalachian region, I know a lot of rural workers and farmers/railworkers/miners/labourers, several of which are actual family members of mine or have been adopted as such
and I’m just saying
approaching things realistically and according to his background as a miner in MTMTE/Lost Light
Megatron’s human form/holoform would absolutely be fat
I mean tall, fat, and Kentucky coal miner level strong, for real
there’s a huge difference between bodybuilder aesthetic muscle and actual worker muscle; there’s no strictly controlled, carefully even with counted repetitions style working out, there’s no carefully monitored diet and hydration, it’s just muscle from doing ore cart loading and several different types of drilling and gear (equipment) hauling and vehicle prep and maintenance and so on
rural Appalachian manual labour working life is like: You eat what you can get in the food desert you live in because there’s no time or energy or gas money to drive three hours away and then back again to get to the one good grocery store in the area, you don’t get time to make good meals so you snack constantly to keep your energy level high to focus just enough to avoid getting killed by large scale industrial machinery, and you end up with enough accumulated minor and/or major injuries over time that you ache too much to do “formal” working out even if you had the energy and time after hours of trying not to die on the job all day
all the miners I know are either rail thin or pretty fat, and it’s 99% because of shitty working conditions, poverty wages and/or no time or resources for good food with all cooked meals being massively heavy in fat/protein/carbs and nothing else because this is about keeping up energy levels so you don’t get killed at work, and various injuries including chemical exposures and so on = pretty much everyone is either sickly thin or intensely maximum power mode levels of fat
the thin miners tend to be fast as hell, and the fat miners tend to have strength that rivals actual Hercules of Grecian lore
real world example story time: fat miner power, or how Davis the Miner demolished our bathroom entirely by accident
I knew a miner, let’s call him Davis, who was a family friend when I was a kid
this guy was six foot four inches tall, weighed three times what my father weighed even though my dad was six foot two inches tall himself, and let me tell you...
once when Davis stayed over at our house for a week, he bumped into the bathroom sink after taking a shower and accidentally knocked the ENTIRE SINK OUT OF THE FIXTURE ON THE WALL
when I say he took it out, I mean he butt bumped the edge of the sink when turning around to put his towel back on the rack to dry, and the momentum of this action was enough to straight up demolish the sink (part of the sink bowl actually broke) and actually pulled the entire sink fixture out of the actual wall itself
this, naturally, bent one of the pipes to the sink, which started to leak, and his solution to this was to GRAB THE PIPE AND BEND IT BY HAND TO STOP THE WATER FLOW
if you have never worked on house utility piping, I can confirm for you that it is extremely hard if not borderline impossible to do this even with tools, but not for our dude Davis, who has Hercules Grip
he was super apologetic about it and we weren’t mad at all, we all helped fix it up with a quick trip to Home Depot later lmao
it was just so impressive that legit he just bumped it a little when drying off and it was enough to take the entire fucking sink off the wall, pipes sticking out and everything
and 100% it was totally an accident, it really was just a little butt bump into the sink when turning around, and it ripped the sink straight up out of the wall!!! he demolished that shit!!! lmao
never underestimate Fat Miner Strength. what they lack in speed, they have more than quadrupled in Fat Miner Power.
his butt alone essentially took out that entire wall in our bathroom, given the damage, and it was honestly pretty awesome
making my case: canon observations
this is the kind of intense fat miner strength Megatron would absolutely have in human form, and I am convinced of this
especially because we see him drilling with what is basically a jackhammer:
now, Davis once explained to me: “I’m so fat because it helps cut down on the vibration!”
and he’s actually right; bodybuilder (leaner) type muscular physiques would struggle with managing the actual return vibration of this kind of drilling-- it’s not the force itself, or the weight of the drill, or even the strength required to hold the drill in position if drilling manually. it’s not even 100% about the vibration of a drill like a jackhammer in the above image itself, either.
it’s about the return vibration you get when chiselling or drilling into a solid material like rock/minerals, which is 90% of what you’re doing when drilling in a mine if you’re still cutting out the ore/material!
this return vibration is such an intense effect that even on automated large scale unmanned drilling equipment, there is vibration protection and a huge amount of work and monitoring that goes into making sure the return vibration doesn’t literally shake the machinery apart.
but our dude Megatron seems to be handling the vibration incredibly well, he doesn’t appear to be shaking at all in the panel above, not to mention the underhand grip he has on an otherwise unsupported jackhammer in the panel above, meaning his upper arm strength, glutes/thigh strength, back strength, and core strength are taking the majority of the force here
now, Davis said his fat helped him deal with the vibration, and that’s because being so fat gives him more mass/weight overall, and adipose tissue is a pretty good shock absorber of sorts!
so more weight = more stability when doing this kind of stuff (although nobody would ever hold a jackhammer like Megatron is here lmao)
and it also does somewhat minimise some of the acute/short term physical damage of vibration (although it does not eliminate problems like joint stress or over time problems like various well known vibration induced syndromes, it’s just that fat people are gonna statistically do a little bit better with this kind of stuff than skinny people generally speaking)
conclusion: Megatron would totally be a tall fat dude and it’s good
considering that canonically all the frame types as per Functionist social/class stratification are literally put to the work deemed most “suitable”, and Megatron is doing manual labour here that would be better suited to larger/stronger humans, I feel like he’d be like “ok well I guess if I were a human I would be this”
I also can’t imagine Megatron choosing a holoform/human form that would shy away from his origins as a miner; it’s a core part of his identity and ideology, and I feel like once he got a little more comfortable with generating a holoform, maybe a little more familiar with human body types via movie night at Swerve’s or something, he’d probably want to represent himself as accurately as objectively possible within human cultural-social context if he had to generate a holoform for that purpose
I also imagine Megatron showing up at a local worker’s union in his holoform and writing some AMAZING shit to leave behind for them, have a little revolt, go get your wages, you’re organics but you’re working class and the solidarity is undeniable
meanwhile Rodimus takes Drift to New York and Minimus gets lost somewhere (re: ditched by Rodimus) on the Amtrak network and ends up in Canada and it’s a mess, they realise Megatron went the other direction on the rail once they see a Times Square news scrawl about a union riot somewhere in Tennessee and they immediately go OH SHIT IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN
anyway
I just sort of always imagine IDW 1 Megatron having a holoform of like, a fat version of old Arnold Schwarzenegger: way less actual muscle definition (no or very little clearly visible muscle), a lot more fat, but equally if not more strong overall due to the different muscle groups developed by hard manual work vs. bodybuilding
#megatron#headcanon#transformers headcanon#mtmte#lost light#maccadam#humanformers#holoform#long post#idw megatron#miner megatron
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headcanons for what type of things the brothers' typically cook when its their day of the week to cook? who is the best, who is the worst? also- if you have time- headcanons for what you think devildom vs celestial dishes are like and if there's any difference to human cooking in prep or ingredients? just cooking headcanons! go crazy. can u tell i daydream about what devildom/celestial food tastes like everytime it gets mentioned 😳 like imagine poison apple pie or those cigar cookies 🤗
Okay, I have an idea for this: I’m gonna essentially split this into two posts: the first part is gonna be a bullet point ranking of the brothers’ cooking, and then I’ll write a longer thing about my general thoughts on Devildom vs Celestial Realm cooking (with little to no canon input bc my game is laggy af and I’m too lazy to search for evidence)
Disclaimer: my Culinary Knowledge is pretty Basic, and my memory of the canon examples of devildom/celestial realm food shitty, so pardon me if these are a little vague/inaccurate.
(Part 2 can be found here!)
So Part 1: The Brothers Ranked by Cooking Ability!
Satan
This motherfucker
This smug asshole
THIS MAN— He knows how to cook purely for the flex. He is infuriatingly good at it
Satan’s most familiar with Devildom cuisine, but especially with MC’s arrival, he’s made an effort to learn how to please a human palette too
By necessity, his go-to dishes are things that can be easily made in bulk, as well as stuff that’s more filling bc of a certain someone occasionally sucking up the ingredients like a vacuum...
The only downside is Satan in the kitchen is scarier than Gordon Ramsay when a chef is an incompetent prick
Just get water from the bathroom when he’s in there, okay?
Beelzebub
I debated putting Beel first because if anyone knows good food it’s gonna be the Avatar of Gluttony
But Beel loses some points for taking forever to make anything bc of his “sampling” problem
Listen, once he makes it it’s great
But it takes a lot of time, self restraint and curses to get to that point
I feel like Beel knows the weirdest flavour pairings that you’d never think to combine, but end up working together really well
You might side eye some of his choices at first, but trust him, they’re good!
Lucifer
Single mother of six had to learn how to cook, alright?
Lucifer refuses to be known as bad at anything, so he learned the fundamentals of cooking
But not with the same frothing zeal of Satan, bc he’s not trying to prove his worth through absolutely everything, thank you very much
His cooking’s not bad by any means, but it’s pretty basic
He’s got a few dishes he knows, and he sticks to them
Don’t like it? Too bad, it’s his day of the week to cook, so it’s this or nothing
Mammon
S o u p t i m e
Hear me out: what’s cheap and easy to make? S o u p s and stews, babey!
Just toss that shit into a pot and S O U P
It’s not that Mammon can’t cook
It’s that he’d rather get it over with to go do other things
And s o u p is great for that
Pros: s o u p is the best
Cons: Mammon doesn’t always pay attention to what goes into the soup. Sometimes the s o u p is cursed
Asmodeus
Oh, Winter, you say, why is Asmo not higher on the list? He’d totally make the best, most Devilgrammable meals!
That’s the issue! They’re gorgeous to look at!
But they taste N A S T Y
Or are straight up impossible to eat for other reasons
You know cloud bread on tiktok? He makes stuff like that
It looks or feels or sounds amazing, but the taste just ain’t there, man
The only thing that’s kinda safe is baked goods, because those have strict recipes and frosting’s frosting sooo
(Just make sure you’re only eating the edible parts…)
Leviathan
Levi, I love you, but this weeb lives off of food that comes in a box, can, or cellophane package
Apart from Belphie (and Beel when his sampling has gotten really out of hand), he’s the most likely to just give up and buy takeout
But...There is one exception
If a Thing he’s into has a signature dish, or there’s some sort of fannish contest related to preparing something, He Will Dedicate Himself Absolutely
And it’ll be really good!
He could probably become a better cook if he actually let himself get some experience, but why learn vital life skills when you can game and binge anime?
Belphegor
Similar to Levi, but worse because he straight up Does Not Care
Beel is the only reason Belphie hasn’t died of demonic malnutrition
See, at least with Mammon or Levi, they are genuinely trying
Belphie just Doesn’t Give a Fuck
Things will be undercooked, overcooked, unseasoned… it’s whatever
His brothers joke that his cooking is on par with Solomon’s…
...but is it? Or does he sabotage himself on purpose to get out of cooking duty? It’s a mystery~
#Anonymous#obey me#om:swd#obey me headcanons#obey me shall we date#mine#my writing#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor
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Pumpkin Seeds
Author’s Note: UH OHHH BACK AGAIN. I’m back yall finally off hiatus all because my phone is broken LOL. Anywho tumblr is a totally different place and most of my mutuals are adulting now. I would love new tumblr friends and I’m gonna try to continue this writing stuff but I’m busy with adult things now lol and it really depends on if you guys like what you see. Please excuse my rustiness this my first imagine in years... literally. I’ll get better with time. This was also slightly edited but I know there bound to be some mistakes. Anyways watch the Golden music video for clear skin and I hope you guys enjoy! I think it's so adorable that whoever requested this thought this request wouldn't speak to me lol ! It definitely did because this went from a blurb to a full blown imagine.
psst you can read my other work here!
Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut and possible shitty writing, dirty talk, light choking, and some cursing.
Glossary: (y/c/n)= your cousins name + (y/m/n)= your mothers name
Request: hi!!!! if you are wrtiting for Harry please can you do one where missus and Harry are at a family party and have a quickie in the bathroom? don’t worry if it’s not speaking to you lol xxx
Normally you and your husband loved spending time with your families. Harry was always playing a balancing act between filming music videos, doing interviews, writing sessions, and an occasional date night in the house that always involved a Postmates order from your favorite restaurants and the two of you binge-watching Netflix on shuffle. As much as the both of you enjoyed stuffing your face with poke bowls from Poke Papa and watching True Crime stories, it wasn’t exactly romantic or fulfilling for the both of you, just enough to hold you over until his schedule clears up. So when Harry finally got a weekend off, you guys were ecstatic! You spent the week cleaning the house and meal prepping so no Postmates would be needed and Harry used his free time in between interviews for shopping for special toys and pretty lingerie he wanted to see you model for him. Flirty text messages were sent back and forth during small work breaks about your plans for the weekend and now all the two of you had to do was make it Saturday.
You’re not gonna like this...
The 5 words that destroyed you and Harry’s weekend plans. Anne called while you were organizing your closet and announced that her and Gemma, along with your parents and favorite cousins were coming to town to spend time with the two of you. You tried to convince her that maybe a small dinner party at that new fancy restaurant downtown would be a perfect spot for a get together but she was adamant about coming over to cook the two of you a homecooked meal. Breaking the news to Harry was the worst part, he was clearly devastated (you swore you saw the man shed a few tears). Now here you were stuffing your mouth with Anne’s famous juicy cooked duck instead of your husband's juicy di...
“(Y/N) can you pass me the mashed potatoes”
Your dad’s strong yet muffled voice interrupted your train of thought and broke you out of your horny trance as he chowed down on his meal. Pushing the dish over in your dad's direction allowed you the chance to look around and take a glance at Harry who was making small talk with one of your favorite cousins. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, of course with a few buttons loose, and his cross necklace bounced on his chest as he laughed at your cousin's crazy work stories. You focused on his fingers, his infamous rings adorned his hands, you noted that they were slightly damp from eating and the condensation on his glass cup. As you were drinking in his appearance a small damp spot was forming in your panties but given that there were too many eyewitnesses including, yours and his parents so you chose to just clamp your thighs shut and stuff your mouth with more mashed potatoes.
Harry deserved his credit as a husband. Despite his calm demeanor, he was very well aware of your little ordeal yet still managed to give interview advice to (y/c/n) and compliment your mom’s cocktail mix. He was quite amused by how increasingly frustrated you were becoming. He noted your concentrated face as you munched harshly on a string bean, hands clenching onto the fork for dear life. He decided to do a little temperature check to truly see how far gone you were.
“So what are we thinking for dessert pecan pie or crumble cake ?”, Harry questioned as he stuck his fork in his mouth, pulling it out again once all the gravy was licked clean. Your eyes finally met and you can tell that he was tossing the ball in your court, it was your job to show him how you wanted the game to be played.
“Mmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have some pecan pie but I really wish I had some pumpkin seeds”, you flatly said as you finished sipping your wine, maintaining full eye contact with him.
Pumpkin seeds. You and Harry were “outside of the box” thinkers, you had to be with his life as a celebrity not exactly pairing well with your shared sexual fantasies. You had code words to indicate to each other when you were craving the other one's touch, but you knew that using the same words around friends, family, and other public figures for too long would possibly cause some suspicion. So your code words changed with the seasons, literally. When the leaves started turning that classic golden yellow and auburn, your code words changed thus came the use of the word Pumpkin Seeds.
Gemma and your mom shared a glance, raising their eyebrows in collective confusion.
“Pumpkin seeds.. For dessert ?” Gemma finally burst out., both of your mothers soft laughter followed in the background.
“Heyyy” ,Harry pouted as he bopped Gemma on the nose with some gravy ,“ I have you know Pumpkin Seeds are one of our favorite midnight snacks”.
“Gross“, Gemma stuck out her tongue and wiped her nose. You couldn't tell whether she was referring to the gravy on her nose, your choice of midnight snacks, Harry’s smug statement followed by a wink at you, or a combination of all three.
“Well we can be concerned with dessert once we break out the baby pictures, I’ve been dying to see the infamous skinny dipping picture (y/m/n) has been telling me about”. Anne clapped her hands together and hopped out of her seat heading to the kitchen. Your mother followed behind but not before instructing you to head up to the attic to retrieve the pictures. You glanced at Harry but he seemed occupied cleaning up the dinner plates with your dad. You let out a frustrated huff and made your way up to the attic to grab the photo albums.
As you shuffled through old boxes holding Harry’s old tour outfits and your little knickknacks from your travels, you heard the attic door open.
“Pumpkin seeds huh?”, Harry lightly chuckled letting the attic door close and leaning against the door frame.
You refused to make eye contact with him, continuing to shuffle through the bins locating a few photo albums as you went , “It was only a matter of time Harry and you know it. Our weekend got stolen and we haven’t... ya know in like two weeks. So, yes Harry I want some damn pumpkin seeds.”
You let out a huff. You didn’t mean to come off so sassy and aggressive but you were frustrated… sexually. Your cousin was getting more Harry time in the 3 hour family dinner than you had gotten in the past two weeks. You stacked the photo albums gently on top of each other and cradled them in your arms, finally turning to face your husband but you didn't have to look very far. Harry had closed that gap between the two of you, gripping your face and making you look up at him causing you to drop the albums in shock.
“Well let’s get you your pumpkin seeds then”
That’s all it took and sparks turned into a flame, you and Harry’s bodies connected and a feverish makeout session broke out. You both were so hungry for each other after weeks of neglects and it just felt so damn good to finally connect. Harry’s wet kisses were making their way down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. You knew he was getting into it and normally you would be completely here for it if your kitchen wasn’t flooded with family members waiting to laugh at your baby pictures.
“Baby.. we… fuckkkkk”, You moaned out as Harry popped one of your nipples out of his mouth before moving to nip on the next one. “Baby we can’t your mom is downstairs… we have to go”, you finally let out and glanced down at your husband as pinched your nipples between his finger tips. “When has that ever stopped us”, he slyly laughs. In one swift motion, he turned you around pulling your back into his chest pulling down your skirt. You couldn’t even get words of protest out, Harry had his hands wrapped around your neck and was already freeing himself from his pants and boxers. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a hiss as he watched a string of your arousal stretch from your dripping flower to his fingers.
“Baby please just do something”, you huffed out a soft moan as you waited in anticipation. The grip around your throat tightened as he entered you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief. Harry completely bottomed out inside of you, touching that special spot that only he could. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in snug almost as if your pussy was begging him not to leave. Normally the two you were very vocal during sex from dirty talk to his loud moans and your even louder cries of pleasure. However you both knew that wasn’t possible right now and kept your moans down as much as you could. Harry was not making it easy though and the noise coming from the two of your bodies colliding were basty in the best ways possible. With every thrust of Harry’s hip you could hear your wetness coating Harry dick and as Harry picked up the speed his balls roughly tapped on your clit, only adding to your pleasure. You could barely form thoughts let alone sentence, Harry was literally fucking you silly and using your G-Spot as punching bag for his dick, The sounds and the pleasure were clearly getting to Harry as well, the grip he had on your hips grew tighter and his eyes were squeezed shut.
“Bloody fucking hell you’re so tight around me, can’t even take it”, he groans and throws his head back as he roughly draws your hips into his. It didn’t even feel like it was possible but Harry picked up the speed of his thrust continuing the assault on your poor needy pussy even further. The pleasure was all too much and that oh so familiar feeling hit the pit of your stomach and you were starting to lose your composure. Your moans were getting increasingly louder and your grip on Harry was growing tighter. Harry knew his wife and he knew your dam was getting closer and closer to breaking and he was determined to get you there. He placed a hand over your mouth and moved his other hands down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles. “ Look at you” he cooed cockily, “Taking me so fucking well like a good girl should. Barely let out a scream ‘cus you don’t want your parents to hear how much of a cock whore you are”. He knew you wouldn’t last long with the way he was talking to you and he was absolutely correct because his words were driving you insane. As the pressure was continued building up in your stomach, you felt the telling twitch in Harry’s dick that let you know he was approaching his end too.
“Gonna give me what I want uh? Gonna cum all over my cock and let me cum in that tight little pussy of yours. You gotta hold it in.. don’t want to leave any drops for our guest to find huh? Gonna be a good girl and hold all my cum in you?”, Harry grunted into your ear as you whimpered against his hands. You were seeing stars and feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you both came undone.” Oh baby”, you whined and your head fell down as the pressure from your stomach finally was released as your orgasm spilled out all over Harry’s dick and thighs. The gushing feeling from your orgasm and your weak whimpers and cries drove Harry overboard, burying his face in your neck and his roughly groaning as he released inside of you. The two of you stayed connected for a bit, thighs stuck together thanks to your shared orgasm with Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist supporting both of your weights up as you composed yourselves. When he finally pulled out of you, you kept every drop he gave you tucked inside your tight walls just as promised.
“So those Pumpkin Seeds huh”
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Oh.
My.
God.
I have never felt more seen.
I was diagnosed with ADHD in December 2019.
I've been on medication for it since then.
Yesterday, after a week of being ridiculously unproductive at work, I was desperate for any tips or strategies to get more done.
I found a podcast on ADHD. I listened to 2 episodes while driving/running errands.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I was nearly in tears.
EVERYTHING that was said is me.
I have FOREVER been cruel to myself, telling myself (and believing) I do (or don't do) things because:
*I'm lazy.
I'm stupid.
I'm unmotivated.
I'm not dedicated enough.
I must not care enough.
I lack will power.
*I never follow through with things/am unable to follow through with things. (I am particularly sensitive about this one. Something was said to me about this literally YEARS ago and I still get an uncomfortable feeling thinking about it and get emotional talking about it. I can think of 2 other instances where comments have been made to me about this - one recently, one years ago. I am SOOOOOOOOOOO insecure about this.)
(*these 2 are frequent topics in therapy.)
Seriously. Then when I struggle to get things things done, I beat myself up and feel like a huge failure. Rinse and repeat.
I always just thought, "I guess the medication must be working...maybe???". I never considered that there could be a change/improvement BECAUSE I THOUGHT "THIS IS JUST WHO I AM...I'll be like this forever. Past behavior habits prove it. It's hopeless. I'm hopeless to even work on. I'll never change."
I cannot tell how many things I've tried to do better...to be better. I have shelves of books I've bought - thinking, "maybe this one will help!". I can think of exactly 3 books that I've actually finished. Yes. Three. Planners and calendars? I buy a new one at least every 6 months. I use it for a few days and then stop.
It had gotten to the point where I thought, "Why bother even trying? Nothing sticks. Nothing works. And then I feel shitty for failing yet again."
I can't count how many times in the past 3 months I've thought, "Why do I even keep trying? I must not want to change badly enough. There is just something wrong with me. I'm done trying. This is me. This is my life. Deal with it."
So, I'm not (insert all of those negative things and more that I didn't list)??? It's just my fucking brain?
I actually feel hopeful...that maybe things don't have to be like this.
I would like to note that, no, I do not use podcasts and internet things as medical advice.
But wow. It all makes sense now...
Impulsivity (food and shopping)
Forgetfulness
Hyperfocusing
Easily distracted
Difficulty getting started
Feeling paralyzed because I'm overwhelmed
Rejection sensitivity
Noise sensitivity
Difficulty with grocery shopping, meal planning, meal prep, basically any part of the cooking proxy.
HAVING AMAZING PLANS THAT I'M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT BUT ABANDON SHORTLY AFTER STARTING (I'm looking at you, millions of "get healthy" plans and attempts). *****I cannot emphasize this one enough.
I have frequently thought, "I have so much I need to work on and improve about myself. Where do I even start?" and beat myself up about this, too.
I will sit in my classroom...terrified that someone will come in at any minute and see that I'm not working on something... haven't been working on anything...am close to tears because I'm so angry, frustrated, ashamed, and embarrassed because of this.
It.
All.
Makes.
Sense.
Yes, I will talk to my doctor.
But wow. How did I not realize that all of these things are connected??? Would/Could my anxiety and depression get (a little) better if ADHD was less of an issue?
This whole time I've been thinking that these things that I struggle with are because there is something seriously wrong with me...that these things make me a bad person and leave me constantly hustling for worthiness. But there's an explanation for ALL OF IT? And things don't have to stay this way - things don't have to be and won't always be so hard and miserable?!?!?!
Thank God.
Edit: I have to laugh. I've been up since 3:00 am. It is 6:00 and I'm just getting ready to go to work. What have I been doing the last 3 hours? Writing this. Reading about ADHD. Coming back to this and adding something new I just thought about/made a connection to, going to do something, coming back and adding something else to this, start and stop at least 5 different songs or podcasts on Spotify, and repeat. Oh, and mindless scrolling/checking of FB/IG/Tumblr. And looking at the clock - if it's 4:41 saying, "ok I'll get off my phone/stop doing what I'm doing at 4:45.". Loses track of time. Checks time. "Oh, now it's 4:47. I might as well just wait until 5:00.". This is me all the fucking time. I know it's illogical, but this is my life.
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A Little Cold
Paring(s): Javier Peña/Original Female Character
Words: 1,229
Warnings: None
Summary: Javier puts a hold on Peyton’s big "lifestyle-changing" plans when she comes down with something that he thinks is a bit more than a little cold and takes care of her the best he knows how.
I'm currently working on a 5k+ word self-indulgent A/B/O fic but I'm fucking sicker than shit and my fiance's at work and I just want some fucking cuddles and soup. So, enjoy this unedited, unbetaed, fever-induced indulgence that may or may not be inspired by real-life events.
Also using Javier for this one because I can’t get enough of soft Javi in that fuckin’ baby blue button down so hush and let have my fever dream, mkay? Mkay.
God, to be held by Pedro Pascal right now... *cries*
You know the drill, comments are welcomed and encouraged, yadda yadda, follow me on Twitter.
PS: It (thankfully) isn't Covid, but it is the flu. It still sucks either way and is making me unapologetically long for Pedro cuddles...
Enjoy
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Today was the day.
It had taken countless weeks to get everything together with the memberships she had to pay, days off she had to request and even finding someone to watch her cat. But, it all came together beautifully and Payton was finally ready to get herself back on track.
Her plan started with waking up early and eating a good breakfast. She had been neglecting her sleep schedule and diet for months now, basically only powering herself with caffeine and sugary doughnuts that honestly did nothing but make her feel like shit 24/7.
After breakfast, she was taking her cat, Toby, to Connie so she could watch it while she cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. Javi couldn’t get the full day off and still had to work half a shift, but she was glad that he still got to come home early. He’d be home just in time for lunch and he promised that he’d help her clean after they ate.
After their cleaning day, she and Javi were going to dedicate three days a week minimum to going to the gym. Javier was still pretty fit from his time chasing down drug lords in Columbia but noticed a fair drop in his stamina since returning to the states. Peyton herself wasn’t out of shape just yet, but she was getting there and she wanted to stop it before it went beyond the point of no return.
Peyton knew that she could technically start any day and didn’t need all of this prep work to start taking care of herself, but it helped her feel better and more prepared to succeed by starting off with a clean home, good sleep schedule, and cooked meals.
Today was the day…
… or was supposed to be at least.
When her alarm went off at 7 am, she expected to feel pretty horrendous. Her sleep schedule had been fucked up for months and suddenly attacking it by waking up much earlier than usual would make anyone feel awful, but this was different than the need to go back to bed.
She rose up from their sheets and padded to the bathroom. Her head was very heavy, her chest was tight, and her throat sore and scratchy begging her to cough. She refused it for a while, but the tickle in the back of her throat became too much as she washed her hands. Her cough sounded awful, wet, and came from the deepest part of her chest.
Of fucking course. All that planning just so she could get sick? Nope. Not happening. She had put too much work into making her “lifestyle change day” possible and she refused to let a little cold stop her.
So, she swallowed down another cough and got dressed, trying to ignore the weakness and dull ache in her head as she began to make breakfast.
When Javier came into the kitchen about an hour later wearing a baby blue button-down and his favorite pair of jeans, he knew that something was off with Peyton immediately.
“Morning, Cariño. Did you sleep okay?” Peyton looked up from the eggs she was making, trying to look as if she wasn’t feeling even worse than she did when she got up.
“Yeah, it just wasn’t enough.” Javier noticed the deep circles under her eyes and how pale she looked as she tried and failed to stifle a cough.
It was then when he realized why something wasn’t quite right.
Without even thinking, he took the spatula out of her hand and set it aside, turning off the stovetop and putting the pan of frying eggs on a cooled eye.
“Javi, what are yo-” She stopped herself as soon as his wrist went to her forehead and cheeks. She had tried her best to hide how shitty she was feeling, but she knew it was a longshot. You can hardly hide anything from the former DEA agent who assisted in taking down Escobar.
“I’m fine, Jav. I swear. It’s just a little cold.”
“You don’t run fevers with colds, Peyton.” She reached for the pan again, Javier grabbing her wrist to stop her.
“Javi, please. Just let me-”
“No, I’ll finish breakfast. You go lay back down.” Peyton was going to protest again, but a coughing fit struck her out of fucking nowhere. The damn thing lasted far longer than any fit should and left her throat sore and her chest achy, Javier looking on with concern as he gently rubbed her back throughout the entire thing.
Deep down, she knew that Javier was right. She was in pretty rough shape and needed rest… but all those plans… all that work she did only to get sick and fuck everything up.
Javier brought his hands up to Peyton’s flushed cheeks, holding her face in his hands as he looked into her exhausted eyes.
“Don’t do that.” Peyton gave a confused look.
“Do what?”
“Beat yourself up for not being able to keep your plans. I know you put a lot of work into everything, but you can’t help that you got sick. Your health is more important than the apartment. We can do our deep clean later, for now, go lay down. I’ll come to check on you in a minute.”
He knew her so fucking well.
As much as she wished she could go through with her plan, laying back down did sound pretty good right now. Finally, she just accepted her fate and nodded. Javier sighed in relief, pressing a kiss to her fevered forehead.
Peyton slept for what felt like two minutes when she awoke to Javier bringing her some medicine to help bring down her fever, a glass Sprite on ice with a straw, and a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup. She knew she’d been out much longer if he had time to run to the store and get all this fancy stuff.
“Wh-why aren’t you at work?” She asked, taking the medication with a small sip of Sprite.
“Called in. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“But… you couldn’t get the day off.” Javier smiled, setting the steaming bowl on the nightstand.
“Not working just to clean is one thing, but when the woman I love is sick, I’ll move mountains to make sure you’re taken care of.” Peyton smiled at him, the steaming soup feeling heavenly as she swallowed a bite he fed her.
“You don’t have to feed me, Jav.” She said, but he didn’t listen to her, holding another spoonful out to her. She normally hated being doted on this much, but she was honestly too sick to care at this point.
She ate more than half of the soup before she pushed it away, laying back down with a pained groan. Javier took the bowl to the kitchen, coming back quickly and laying down next to Peyton. He pulled her as close as he could and brushed a few stray curls away from her flushed face.
“You okay?” He asked. Peyton groaned.
“...what do you think?” Javier chuckled.
“You know what I meant.” Peyton pointed to her head.
“...head hurts.” Javier hummed sadly, taking his hand to gently rub her temples and the space between her eyes. Peyton melted into his touch, letting his gentle caresses and occasional kisses lull her back to sleep.
#kayla's ramblings#my fanfiction#a little cold#pedro pascal#narcos#javier peña#i am not sorry for this pile of fever induced trash
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It's You and Only You
Pairing: Taeyang x female reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1139
“Taeyang?” you asked, your heart melting as he turned around to look at you with a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”
“Y/F/N called and told me you had a bad day at work,” he explained, walking towards you.
It was really just your luck to come home and find that the elevator on your side of the apartment complex was broken. Any other time it wouldn’t bother you to go up the four flights of stairs by foot, but it had been a really long and frustrating day at work.
Despite being the manager of your department for several years already, your boss continued to undermine your abilities and give better projects to your less qualified coworkers. You’d put up with it for so long already that you’d thought you’d built up a thick skin, but you’d been proven wrong today when he gave away a project that you’d desperately wanted and been planning for. All day after that meeting, you’d been holed up in your office with the shades pulled down, alternating between crying and throwing things in fits of rage. Now that the work day was over, you just wanted to go home and take a depression nap before you had to heat up your sad microwave dinner and eat alone.
With a defeated sigh, you stepped out of your heels and reached into your bag for your sneakers. At least you were smart enough to carry practically anything you could ever need or want; you always added items to your bag whenever you ran into a new bad situation, and now you were always prepared for the worst of anything, including the shitty broken elevator that hadd been waiting for you at the end of this stupid day. Your feet sang in relief as you stepped into the comfy sneakers, starting up the staircase.
If only your boyfriend was home, then you would have a better outlook for how your night was going to go. You could cuddle up next to him and he would stroke your hair while the two of you watched some boring drama and went to town on some ice cream. But Taeyang was working too, and you knew that you couldn’t drag him away from his work just to cheer yourself up. You would see him on the weekend in a few days; you could manage to get through the rest of the week if you just pushed on.
As you opened the door to your apartment, you considered what to watch while eating your dinner. You had some shows that you had to catch up on, but you weren’t sure if you were in the right mind to keep up with any long storylines tonight. All of your thoughts flew out of the window though when you stepped further into the living room and saw your boyfriend standing in your kitchen, his back to you as he sang along quietly to the song he was listening to while cooking. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, hair tousled like he’d just gotten up from a nap.
“Taeyang?” you asked, your heart melting as he turned around to look at you with a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”
“Y/F/N called and told me you had a bad day at work,” he explained, walking towards you. You fell into his arms easily, sighing deeply as he rocked you from side to side. Your friend would definitely be getting a much needed thank you later, but for now, you just wanted to enjoy the comfort of Taeyang’s presence. With his arms solid around you and his scent filling your nostrils, it was too hard to continue holding yourself together from the stress of the day. Before you knew it, tears slipped from your eyes and you clung to him even tighter as you let out your emotions.
“I’m just...so tired of getting passed over all the time,” you hiccupped, finally gathering the ability to speak again. Taeyang patted your hair, cooing at you softly. “Like, what am I doing wrong? I’m good at my job and I know that, everyone else does too, but...I just don’t understand.”
“Shh,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands and looking at you. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Honestly, your boss is an idiot if he keeps passing you over. Your project ideas are always so creative and they would do the company so much good. He’s the one missing out, not you.” Taeyang brushed away the tears still silently rolling down your cheeks, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “Come on, I made us dinner. I seriously can’t believe you were going to eat another frozen meal. Haven’t I told you I’ll meal prep for you?”
“You’re already so busy with your own schedule, I can’t ask you to do that for me too!” you exclaimed, but you let your boyfriend gently pull you by the wrist into the kitchen. Your eyes landed on the food he’d made: kimchi fried rice and chicken. With a big grin, you turned to Taeyang and squished his cheeks in your hands. “I love you so much, Tae.”
Your boyfriend laughed, ducking out of your grasp. “You’re just saying that because I made chicken,” he teased, grabbing one of the plates and handing it to you. “Let’s eat on the couch.”
The two of you walked back to the living room, setting your plates down on the coffee table. Taeyang sat down first, reaching up to tug on your wrist. With ease, he pulled you onto his lap and leaned back against the arm of the couch. Gently he cupped the back of your head and made you lay against his chest, his other arm wrapping around your waist to secure you from falling.
“Tae, how am I going to eat like this?” you pouted into his neck, reaching out for the chicken. He laughed softly in your ear, reaching out and tugging the coffee table right against the couch. “Thank you,” you grinned, turning your head just enough to plant a kiss on his jawline before grabbing the fork.
“I just wanted to hold you,” he explained, petting your hair slowly as you started to eat the food. “I’m here for you whenever you need me. I don’t want you to ever think that you’re bothering me by calling, okay?”
You nodded, your mouth full of chicken and rice. When you swallowed, you put the fork down and squeezed your boyfriend in a tight hug. “You’re the best, Tae,” you whispered, peppering little kisses all along the column of his neck. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”
Taeyang reached down and cupped your chin, lifting your face towards his and kissing you slow and sweet. “I love you even more, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, not even trying to fight back the big smile spreading across his face.
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