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Spaghetti Diablo with Shrimp
In this recipe, spaghetti and shrimp are served with a hot tomato sauce.
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Spaghetti Diablo with Shrimp
Spaghetti and shrimp are served in a spicy tomato sauce in this meal idea.
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melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3
HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!
Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer
STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.
Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.
Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.
KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce
Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever
Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole
I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.
#asks#i had so much fun#NINAAAAA#everyone say thank you#south park#headcanon#OrangeJuiceVerse#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#tweek tweak#craig tucker#kenny mccormick#marjorine stotch#eric cartman
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SIFAS Daily Theatre Classic: 2022-10-08
(Transcription after the break.)
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SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2022-10-08
What will You Order?
Ruby: Hmm~......
Yoshiko: Can't decide?
Ruby: They all just look so tasty~! They have pasta bolognese, creamy salmon and spinach pasta, pasta pescatore, cod roe pasta......
Yoshiko: I see what you mean.
Ruby: Yoshiko-chan, what are you gonna order?
Yoshiko: It's Yohane. Something has already caught Yohane's eye. This one...... Diablo Mountain Pepper Pasta!!!
Ruby: Squeak...... That looks spicy......!
Yoshiko: Kuukkuku...... What a devilish pasta...... It is worthy of Yohane's consumption!
Ruby: Look, there's a very vivid description on the menu. It says they've added tons of various red peppers...... So that red color all comes from the red peppers......
Yoshiko: What? It's not tomato sauce!? Ah, wait...... That's nothing for Yohane. It's just a little stimulation......
Ruby: ......I got it. Ruby will order the creamy salmon and spinach pasta.
Yoshiko: That was quick.
Ruby: The cream pasta will balance out the spiciness of the diablo pasta. And if you can't handle the spice, then you can have some of Ruby's, Yoshiko-chan.
Yoshiko: Ruby...... It's Yohane, not Yoshiko. But, thanks......
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lunch @ Chiantis
Went to Chiantis for lunch with my girls :)
Wow, honestly can't remember when the last time I was here was. At least 5 yrs. .. realistically, maybe close to 7-8yrs?
The interior looked the same.
I'm glad we got seated in my favourite area. The restaurant has a weird layout & I wanna say it may be for special occasions when ppl rent a larger area. The restaurant is actually sectioned into like 4 sections.
Excited for the food~
If you're a shift worker like me & have Mon-Tues off, try to come on a Mon or Tues bcos they have "Pasta Frenzy", which is pasta special. All their pasta creations are priced at 12.99 if you come on Mon-Tues.
I ordered a lot so I could have leftovers for lunch the next day & the next next day xD never waste the opportunity, right?
Complimentary bread & butter.
*note: all pastas contain fresh parmesan that was added on later
Pasta no.1: Giardiniera Con Pollo (fresh garden vegetables, diced chicken breast, pesto in cream sauce)
This was not as creamy/saucy as I thought but rather very light. It kinda of felt like a warm pasta salad than a cream pasta.
Pasta no.2: Lasagna Al Forno (layers & layers of baked pasta topped with cheese and covered with meat sauce)
I have not eaten lasagna from here . .. & this was amazing! The sauce was very tomato-y & contained a ton of meat!
Pasta no.3: Diabloe (spinach noodles, chicken, artichoke, red peppers and spinach in a spicy pesto cream sauce)
I would say the spicy level was like a 0.5/10 haha but the nieces said it was "sooooo spicy!". I'm sure they were exaggerating a little bcos the older one actually occasionally eats slightly spicy stuff. Anyway, very delicious.
Pasta no.4: Supremo (scallops, smoked salmon, curry, cream, garlic & parmesan sauce)
This has been my favourite . .. & it still remains to be my favourite. I don't know. .. the taste is just so good. It's not spicy; the sauce is so rich & smooth, & I love how the smokiness of the smoked salmon adds another layer of flavour to this pasta dish. I'm not sure how 'authentic' this pasta is (ie: does this exist in the motherland?) but I really like it for what it is.
Very satisfying meal~
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The Perfect Slice: Finding The Best Pizza In Burbank
Nestled in the heart of Burbank, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen is more than just a pizzeria – it’s a culinary destination where flavor reigns supreme. With a commitment to using only the freshest ingredients and traditional Italian recipes, we take pride in serving up the best pizza in town. Join us on a journey through the tantalizing world of pizza in Burbank and discover why Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen is a cut above the rest.
Crafting Culinary Excellence
At Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen, we believe that great pizza starts with great ingredients. That’s why we source the finest, freshest produce and meats to create our signature pizzas. From vine-ripened tomatoes to premium mozzarella cheese, each ingredient is carefully selected to ensure maximum flavor and quality. Our skilled pizzaiolos then work their magic, hand-stretching the dough and layering on the toppings with precision and care. The result? A pizza that’s as delicious as it is satisfying, with the perfect balance of flavors and textures in every bite.
Our Signature Creations
Whether you’re a fan of classic Margherita pizza or crave something more adventurous, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen has a slice for every palate. Sink your teeth into our Pepperoni Passion, loaded with savory pepperoni and gooey mozzarella cheese. Or, spice things up with our Fiery Diablo, topped with spicy sausage, jalapenos, and fiery sriracha sauce. Looking for something lighter? Try our Garden Delight, featuring a medley of fresh vegetables and herbs atop a crisp, golden crust. With a diverse menu of signature creations, there’s always something new and exciting to explore at Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen.
Beyond Pizza: A Culinary Journey
While pizza may be our specialty, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen offers so much more than just pies. From mouthwatering pastas to hearty subs and fresh salads, our menu is brimming with authentic Italian cuisine that’s sure to satisfy every craving. Indulge in a plate of creamy Fettuccine Alfredo, or savor the bold flavors of our Chicken Parmesan Sub. With options to please even the most discerning palate, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen is your go-to destination for delicious dining in Burbank.
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For over a decade, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen has been a beloved fixture in the Burbank community. Locals and visitors alike flock to our pizzeria for a taste of authentic Italian cuisine served with a side of warm hospitality. Whether you’re grabbing a quick lunch or enjoying a leisurely dinner with family and friends, you’ll always find a warm welcome and a delicious meal waiting for you at Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen.
Experience The Best Pizza In Burbank
When it comes to pizza in Burbank, Napoli’s Pizza Kitchen stands head and shoulders above the rest. With our commitment to quality, flavor, and authenticity, we’ve earned a reputation as the go-to destination for pizza lovers throughout the area. Join us today and experience the Napoli’s distinctive difference for yourself. From the first bite to the last, you’ll taste the passion and craftsmanship that sets us apart as the best pizza in Burbank.
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Menu Thirty
Menu Thirty from Rowan Bishop and Sue Carruthers' "The Vegetarian Adventure Cookbook".
Spinach Fettucine with Mushroom Cream Sauce: fettucine, onion, garlic, butter, mushrooms, wholemeal flour, cream, basil, pepper, parmesan cheese, parsley, tomato, blue vein cheese.
Macaroni Diablo: macaroni, onion, garlic, capsicum, dried chilli, oil, butter, tumeric, coriander, curry powder, tinned whole tomatoes, salt, pepper, oregano, tinned whole kernel corn, kidney beans, yoghurt, honey, ricotta, cheddar cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese.
The final few days of January, a month during which I’d felt out of sorts. It fell into the twentieth week. Importantly, this was the halfway mark of my journey in the Vegetarian Adventure Cookbook. I had been walking uphill for so long. Reaching halfway proved that I certainly wasn’t the fickle person I used to be. Changes often happen without you noticing. During a retreat away from home over the long weekend at the end of Week Nineteen, during the transition between then and Week Twenty I dreamed that I worked as a waitress in a busy restaurant during a busy dinner service. At the very end of the dream I figured out that I was 29 and about to turn 30. It often feels uncouth to talk about your own dreams but it is the greatest compliment to appear in someone else’s. This dream evoked such a feeling in me that I felt obligated to complete the thirtieth menu. The dream only proved to me that I needed to break away from the linearity that I had forced upon myself, especially if I wanted to be an assertive person. At the same time I just didn’t want to make Menu Twenty that week, because it was too hot for tomato soup and also I didn’t have the time nor energy to make a four page spread. My dream had nothing to do with turning thirty and everything to do with skipping Menu Twenty. I thought about all the other dreams I had misconstrued, both my own and others’.
Menu Thirty opened to the pasta section of Bishop and Carruthers’ cookbook. A mushroom fettucine and a macaroni dish that I had never heard of before. I bought kidney beans from the bulk store on one of my lunch breaks just for something to do while on the streets. On both Tuesday and Wednesday I looked for Spinach Fettucine, the special kind Bishop and Carruthers mentioned in their list of ingredients. I came up unlucky and decided instead to throw in a bag of spinach to the sauce. The cooking process began with preparing the produce across two chopping boards. The sauces were cooked on the stove at the same time, however my time management felt off and by the time the Macaroni Diablo was ready, after having been cooked on the stove and then baked in the oven, the Mushroom Cream Sauce had been sitting on the stove for a lengthy period of time. Once dished up in my red birthday Baccarat pot it looked well constructed and fresh. Things didn’t seem to matter, I was in control of the menu and in control of my life despite the fact that people tend to come and go as they please. Guests included.
I had only three guests on Wednesday night, the very last night of January. I was gifted a Dr Pepper by the one guest who didn’t reside at the house for making it half way. The dinner went down well amongst the crowd, though the Macaroni Diablo had strange flavour profiles with both tumeric and oregano but also curry powder. It was spicy and cheesy and I feared what I would dream about that night.
Week Twenty, the top of the hill left only a downward slope to go. Menu Thirty saw me lashing out at a linear system, because I didn’t think any journey was or ever could be linear. My weeks would not and could not be mapped out for me by the cookbook. On Thursday morning I woke up from a dream that suggested I wasn’t a good friend and didn’t know how to pack luggage for a journey away.
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Cici: "Is the spaghetti okay? I know I'm picky on toppings and such do I just left whatever I could out for you two to use..."
The table itself is plain, merely a wooden table with four seats but there's a decent array of options spread out for Rick and Diablo to choose from. You've got the typical toppings like pasta sauce, parmesan cheese, chives,relish, but there's a few others like turkey and ham, too.
"Just a small portion, okay?"
"...fine Kinpa, only a little"
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Shrimp Fra Diablo
Shrimp that cooks quickly is simmered in a thick, spicily flavored sauce made of garlic, olive oil, and fire-roasted tomatoes. Serve with your preferred pasta. 3 cloves garlic minced, 1 pinch ground black pepper to taste, 1 tablespoon dried parsley, 1 can fire-roasted diced tomatoes, 1 shallot minced, 1 tablespoon red pepper flakes or to taste, 1 pound large shrimp peeled and deveined, 1/4 cup olive oil, 3 tablespoons tomato paste, 1/2 cup dry white wine, 1/2 tablespoon dried basil
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Shrimp Fra Diablo Recipe
A thick, spicy sauce of garlic, olive oil, and fire-roasted tomatoes is simmered with quick-cooking shrimp. Serve over your favorite pasta.
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Italian - Shrimp Fra Diablo
A thick, spicy sauce of garlic, olive oil, and fire-roasted tomatoes is simmered with quick-cooking shrimp. Serve over your favorite pasta.
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June 8, 2023
Woke up around 6am without an Eddie because he already went to work early because he cycles. Got myself ready and cycled to the station. I arrived around 7.45am and attended the morning huddle which was pretty uneventful.
I was assigned in T14 downstairs in Ocean with Redwan and Elli. We did 2 cases. One was a spinal rod adjustment and the other was a lumbar facet joint injection. I was just observing them. It's been some time since I've scrubbed and it's really not a problem if I don't. I miss it but I'm not crazy to do it in a haste. The morning shift finished and I had my lunch at the cafeteria. Afterwards, I spoke with Elli for my return-to-work papers and she assigned me in T15 to observe a longer spinal fusion. It was my first time seeing one and the operation was really complex, I could tell. I met Eivan, Al, and Marta who was supposed to be my preceptor. They were really nice.
We went home around 5.45pm. I didn't go to the gym anymore because my feet was dead tired from using the lead gown all day and just proceeded home.
I cooked some pasta for Eddie and I had a banana and an apple. He really insisted that I eat too so I just had a bite. Played some D4 afterwards and had 2 edibles. I got super sleepy afterwards.
June 7, 2023
Still off sick today but this one would be my last as I cannot keep this charade up anymore. This day was again mostly spent on playing Diablo 4. Made some sea food fried rice along with the gyoza that was left in the freezer for both of our lunch tomorrow. Went to the gym today. Eddie bought some edibles and I had one for the first time. Felt nothing. Even after smoking the CBD vape three times. Still nothing.
June 6, 2023
I was still off sick today just because. I wasn't really sick but opportunities like this you cannot just put to waste because of the protocol here at work. Went to Tesco with Nico and bought some groceries. Played Diablo 4 mostly throughout the day. I did attend the Epic Training which was done online because I had to. I didn't turn-up during the initial session because I forgot all about it.
After Tesco, I did my brunch which was some sauteed mung bean sprouts in soy sauce and some scrambled eggs then proceeded to cook some dinner for later on. I made some Filipino-style spaghetti which me and Eddie had when he got home. I went to the gym afterwards.
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i want y'all to know that i made mushroom ravioli but didn't know until after it was cooked that i didn't have pasta sauce so i mixed ketchup and taco bell diablo sauce and put that mixture on my ravioli
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Cafuné - Angel Reyes
Summary— Cafuné, an unique, untranslatable Afro-Brazilian Portuguese word meaning “to run your fingers through your lovers hair”. Angel x Spanish Speaking/Latina!Reader
Warning(s): Fluff, a little sad (?), mention of sexual situations, the grey sweats and shirtless Angel.
Final Word Count: 2.3K This was supposed to be something short. Like maybe 1K short. Smhh
A/N: Also this is not beta read. I wrote this cause it’s cloudy and cold out and I was listening to the song Cafuné by Micro TDH. It’s a very beautiful song and one of my favorites for when I’m in one of these moods with a candle lit and the room dark and Now I wish I was being held, but sadly I ain’t got a man.
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The moment you opened your eyes, the grey and cloudy light flooding your room through your slightly open curtains, you knew what kind of day was in store for you and wanted nothing more than to just wish you hadn’t woken up. Or that you lived in an alternate reality… or something. You hated these gloomy, cloudy days for the feelings they elicited in you, and you knew it would only get worse as the day dragged on.
Days like this were rare for you, where you just wanted to be wrapped up tight in your mans arms and do nothing all day, the feelings of listlessness and overwhelming sadness being washed away just by knowing you were safe in those arms. But staring at the empty side of your bed where your husband slept, you knew it wasn’t happening.
Not because he wouldn’t drop everything to come home and be with you if you told him, but because you didn’t want to burden him with the neediness your emotions elicited in you.
With a sigh, you throw the covers off you, shivering at the cool December air, and just briefly you’re taken back to growing up in New York, where it was more than likely snowy and cold enough to freeze hell over.
The reminder just made it worse and with a groan, you pull yourself out of bed, making quick work of making the bed and then heading to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, staring at your usually vibrant hazel green eyes look more of a glassy grayish blue.
Leaning over the sink, you stare closely at your reflection, your dark curls framing your face in the half up half down you’d thrown it in as they hell over your shoulder and down into the sink.
“Come on, Y/N, it’s just a few hours.” You say to yourself looking for the strong woman you usually see in your reflection and not the sad girl you’re not so used to seeing anymore. “Just throw on his favorite hoodie, some leggings, and wait a few hours. Then you can cuddle with Angel all that you want.”
And that’s exactly what you did. You made quit work of throwing on some pink fuzzy socks, black leggings and his favorite hoodie, which happened to be light pink color with a small red rose stitched over the heart and the words “almost dead” in black, gothic lettering across the top. It made you giddy every time he wore it, your giggling nonstop. It wasn’t because men wearing pink was wrong— if anything the fact he’s not afraid of wearing it just makes you love him all the more— but rather because your man, the badass, 6’3”, built as fuck biker can rock the color. And it did things to you.
Immediately, you felt somewhat better, just standing there inhaling the unmistakeable scent of him for a few minutes before you moved along to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and eat the french toast you found covered on the counter, still warm and you wondered how you didn’t wake up at the smell. Just looking at it, you knew he’d made it exactly to your liking with extra cinnamon, and very obviously lots of powdered sugar.
Making quick work of eating your breakfast, and serving your coffee (two splashes of French vanilla creamer and three teas spoons of sugar), you washed your plate, putting it to dry and then grabbed your speaker off the table.
While you still wished you were in Angels arms, the simple gesture of him making you your favorite breakfast, warmed your heart, and you couldn’t resist sending him a text as soon as you sat down on the couch and turned the tv on:
To: Mi Santo Diablo:
Thank you for leaving me breakfast, Mi Rey. Te Amo hasta que no queden estrellas en el cielo.
You made quick work of taking a picture of your small smile, face half hidden in his hoodie and attaching it to the text before pressing send.
While waiting for a response you turned on your speaker, connected it to your phone and put on some upbeat Spanish music while you put on a show on mute in the background (a habit you’d picked up as a teenager so you wouldn’t feel so lonely while studying late at night). You’d started cleaning up as the music started. While it wasn’t something you wanted to do today, it was better to keep yourself busy than disappear into your mind.
You spent the next hour cleaning the kitchen, and moved on to vacuuming the rug in the living room when you heard your phone go off and you knew it was Angel, so you opened it quickly
From: Mi Santo Diablo:
You’re welcome, Mi Dulce. You deserved a day to sleep in. Yo también te amo. Hasta que el sol deje de arder.
You smiled and went to send a series of emojis when another text came in.
From: Mi Santo Diablo:
You look bella in my sweater, bebe. Can’t wait to have you in my arms.
You deleted the text you were gonna send and then proceeded to sending a few puppy eye emojis with some of the emoji with the floating hearts around the face, making use of the echo feature so it would fill up his screen. Before you went back to cleaning.
By the time you were done, cleaning, doing laundry, and putting said laundry away, the sun was starting to set and getting dark.
Walking back to the kitchen, you go about making vodka sauce and white rice to make penne ala vodka. Usually you’d wait for Angel, but you hadn’t eaten since breakfast since you skipped lunch. Plus, he called to say he’d be a bit late and to eat without him. And while you didn’t want to, and it made you frown, you did so because you’d likely pass out if you went any longer without eating.
You ate your food pretty quickly, as always when it was a pasta dish, setting some aside for Angel in the microwave and another one for him to take to the clubhouse tomorrow before putting the rest of it in the fridge and washing the dishes.
While still in the kitchen, you lit a few candles, setting one on the counter and taking the other with you to the coffee table in front of the couch as you watched the last rays of the sun disappear.
Sitting on the couch, you grabbed your phone off the table and lowered the music a bit so it wasn’t blaring so loudly the neighbors probably felt it in their bones. You found a not quite so upbeat song, but wasn’t so sad either. It just depended. It was one you’d found a few months back and you couldn’t help but falling in love with the lyrics.
Putting it on repeat you laid on the couch and just stared blankly at the fire, listening to the song, and singing along certain parts.
You were so caught up in just singing along quietly, staring at the fire of your candle, that you didn’t hear the door open and close behind you. Nor did you hear the footsteps walking towards the back of the couch nor feel the warm chocolate brown eyes staring you, full of love as you sighed and curled up a little more as the song restarted, putting your face deeper into the hoodie.
To Angel, it was cute finding you curled up on the couch in his clothes. Filled him with a lot more love than he thinks he’d ever be able to show you but he’d be damned if he didn’t try every now and then to do so. It also made him want to fuck you in them until you could only say his name and were creaming all over him
But seeing you now, curled up as small as you could make yourself and likely a hairsbreadth away from startle to cry, he knew that wasn’t what you needed, so before he did anything he walked back up to your room, changed out of his clothes and put on some grey sweats, forgoing the shirt.
It wasn’t long before he was standing in front of you, blocking your view of the candle and watching, slightly amused as you blinked and trailed your eyes up his legs, stopping briefly on his very obvious dick print before they trailed up his chest and then to his face before meeting his eyes.
“Move, I wanna lay down.” He says without much else, watching the small smile make its way to her face, likely about to say something, before he decided to make his way on to the couch. His girl was small, fun size, a huffing voice sounding very much like yours said in his head, and that made her easy to just pick up and carry around. So he did just that. Picked her up and then stretched himself out on the couch, before sitting her on top of him. The annoyed huff she let out was followed shortly by giggling
“Excuse me, I was laying there.” She says and he scoffs.
“Nah, mami, you were curled up like a little kitten.” He says and smirks, “Big difference.”
The pout on her face is cute and he can’t help but laugh, as he brings her down to place a kiss on her lips.
“Rude, mi amor. Very rude.” You says, quickly getting comfortable, hiding her face in his neck as his arms wrap around her in a tight embrace. And when he thinks you’re gonna be quiet, and just enjoy being in his arms, you lift your head up, eyes narrowed at him. “Also, who the fuck gave you permission to look like such a fucking thot, huh? Wearing my favorite grey sweats without my permission.”
It made him laugh, his arms tightening around you a little more but not enough to hurt you.
“Hush up, mi dulce, you Ain’t one to talk. Wearing them fucking leggings.” He’s quick to move his hands down to your tights clad ass and squeezing before he lands one hard smack on each cheek, causing you to yelp and then giggle as he brings his arms back around you rubbing up and down your back slightly before embracing you again.
“Alright, fair point.” You say, looking up at him, your eyes full of love, and if humanly possible you’d likely have hearts for pupils whenever you stared at him. You kiss at his neck and what you can reach of his jaw for a few before you just decide to lay there, the song once again restarting.
Angel lays there, just listening to you breath, feeling you inches arms, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, nor where he’d be. You were one of the few constants in his life. The one person he knew he could always count on to have his back and support him and he loved you for it. Always will. And hearing your even breathing on his neck, the small puffs of air warm against his neck only certified his resolve to make sure nothing ever happened to you, that he never did anything to hurt you. At least not intentionally. He knew he’d found forever with you. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Listening to the song playing, he sang along so quietly he doubted you could hear him, aware of your sleepy state:
Yo quisiera darte las constelaciones
Más millones de caricias en un manantial (yeh)
Si te fallo quiero que no me perdones (no)
Porque no mereces que nadie te trate mal
Tu presencia es necesaria por razones
Que hasta el sol de hoy no encuentro ni cómo explicar
Pero estoy agradecido por montones
Porque te encontré cuando no hallaba qué buscar
Tu cabello se posa sobre mi pecho
Y es valioso el hecho de sentirte respirar
Lo creas o no, me siento satisfecho
Pues, tú me mostraste lo importante que es amar
Tus ojos me reflejan el sentimiento
Justo en tus pupilas se deduce que es real (real)
Si no quieres decir nada dame un beso (dame un beso)
Y no me sueltes nunca más
Me siento fenomenal
Porque siento que es real
Listening to him sing the words so quietly, nearly sounding like a prayer to you, warmed your heart, and the tight feeling present in your chest from the moment you woke up seemed to just evaporate as you felt his arms tighten their hold on you, one arm staying around you and the other traveling up to card his fingers through your hair, his lips against the top of your head. And you couldn’t help yourself:
“Te amo, Angel Ignacio Reyes. Hoy y Para Siempre.” You said, with a slight squeeze of your own arms around him before you gave in to the tiredness you’d felt for hours now. Knowing you were safe.
Slipping away into unconsciousness, you smiled as you heard his reply.
“Te amo, Y/N Y/M/N Reyes. Hoy y Para Siempre.”
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Tags: @calif0rnia-lovers I saw you post something about being tagged in anything involving hoodie szn or just hoodies in general I think @blessedboo @angelreyesgirl
Please lemme know if you want to be tagged(or if not)🥺🥺 also I hope you enjoy it!! Comments and creative criticism welcomed🥰🥰🥰
#mayans mc#mayans fandom#mayans mc fanfic#angel reyes#angel reyes fanfiction#angel reyes x reader#angel reyes x you#angel reyes x oc#clayton cardenas#alright lemme disappear from here for abit#that fandom blog sounds like a good idea rn#hennyways enjoy#peace out#this is also getting posted to ao3
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About Me Tag
Thank you for tagging me @dotr-rose-love!!
Name/Nickname: Karoliina/Karkki (everyone calls me Karkki)
Gender: cis woman
Star sign: virgo?
Height: 175 cm
Time: 23:28
Birthday: 12.9.
Favorite band/group: Ensiferum, Nightwish, Sabaton, CMX, Auri, Kotiteollisuus, System of a Down, Rammstein, Amorphis
Favorite solo artist: I don’t listen solo artists a lot, but maybe Serj Tankian
Song stuck in your head: Nothing at the moment, but the last was Finlandia lol
Last movie: Birds of Prey
Last show: Archer
When did I create this blog: maybe 3 years ago?
What do I post about? Mainly writing stuff, reblogging about other people’s writing, sometimes a little tangential things like LOTR or dress history
Other blogs: @kittensbooksart (art blog), @dresshistorynerd (there’s nothing there yet, but I’m planning of giving outlet for my hyperfixation :’D)
Do I get asks: sometimes
Why I chose my url: I was panicking because I had no idea what it should be and decided it doesn’t matter so threw in words that I thought might relate to my blog
Average hours of sleep: 7
Lucky number: don’t have one
Instrument: none, I’m terribly unmusical, I have no sense of rhythm
What am I wearing: a 18th century working man’s undershirt with huge sleeves aka pirate shirt and sweatpants lol
Dream job: architect
Dream trip: visiting my friends in Germany or going to Iceland, Ireland or Scotland (and hiking)
Favorite food: Cheviche, mapo tofu, avocado pasta, cacio e pepe, gravlax, chanterelle sauce, this specific cold chicken, leaks and chili in my favorite Chinese restaurant
Nationality: Finnish
Favorite song: *at the moment* Vieraan sanomaa - Kotiteollisuus, Deutschland - Rammstein, My Kantele - Amorphis, Sister Friede - Yuka Kitamura (Dark Souls 3), Mandus - Jessica Curry (Amnesia - A Machine for Pigs), Voodoo mon amour - Diablo Swing Orchestra
Last book I read: A Storm of Swords
Top three fictional worlds: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (manga), Fullmetal Alchemist, The Magnus Archives (they all have ~eyes~)
I’m tagging @siarven @ettawritesnstudies @madmoonink @kainablue!
#I'm taking some baby steps to 1 talk to people 2 write#i'm still stressing A LOT over summer job applications so it'll still take a while before i'm fully able to do either#baby steps#tag game#tagged
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Homecooking [Feb ed]
Conclusion to a leap yr February~
A bit of everything noodle soup in chicken broth + some fish sauce lol Lunar New Yr happened mid-Feb & there was just a lot of things in the fridge for most of the month so I threw all the leftovers in here. For carb, I have cheese-ddeok (cheese-filled cylinder rice cakes) & rice noodles. For veggies, I have leftover stir-fried carrot & king oyster mushrooms & bokchoy. I have 2 kinds of seaweed: the soup kind & the dried kind sprinkled on top. Protein was fish cakes.
Coffee of the month~
Gifted from a coworker-friend. This was MUCH better than the maple hazelnut one.
Again, dinner consisting of leftover items from new years. Bokchoy, white beech mushrooms, air fried chicken & thin noodles. I used black peppercorn sauce & some preserved olive vegetable for flavouring.
Yeah. .. more random stuff put on a plate LOL. Here, I've got japchae pancake, chicken breast, egg, lettuce with garlic sauce, & . .. yeah you guessed right- pasta!
It was pasta take-out from Chianti's pasta frenzy special ($13.99 pastas on Mon-Tues). This was the Diabloe pasta, which has spinach fettuccine, diced chicken, red pepper, & artichoke in a cream pesto sauce.
Okay, let's move away from the leftover foods xD I've got a normal/freshly cooked noodle soup here with bokchoy, kimchi & fried egg.
I ate a lot of kimchi this month bcos I didn't realize it had already expired in Dec?! So I was in sort of a rush to finish it. I don't think it'll rot of anything though hmm.. .bcos it's fermented & kept in fridge. If anything, it'll ferment more, right?
Bokchoy & Busan fish cakes with rice noodles.
Bibimmyeon = spicy cold noodles. The noodles are from the 10-pack product from Hmart that doesn't have any seasoning or sauce. I mixed the sauce myself: fire chicken sauce, gochu powder (Korean chili pepper powder), white vinegar, sugar, & random sesame + seaweed pack that I found.
We had a week where it was literally like spring (which of course, wa followed by a few days of heavy snowfall).
SNACK TIME~
Korean onion rings.
K I've never tried this before .. but so good! I'm not a salty + sweet fan but the salted crackers in this was only very slightly salty so it was okay. My fav part was the chocolate filling. Not too sweet. . had dark chocolate vibes. Usually these chocolate filling snacks are so sweet but this wasn't.
Opens like a Kleenex box haha
"Smile package"
For improvement: better spreading of the filling.
Alrighty; that is it for now~ BYE!
(I have a short post bcos I separated several into its own post as they should have its own post lol so more to come from 'Feb' but will likely be posted from now until April :P )
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