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dont-forget-the-a · 15 days
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you’re telling me a crab ran these goons??
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Takeout-style Rangoons
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The members of my family who can eat gluten always get rangoons from Panda Express. They look so good and I always wished I can eat them... wish granted!
Ingredients
♡ Gluten free wonton wrappers (find recipe here)
♡ 4 oz cream cheese, room temperature
♡ 1/8 tsp garlic powder
♡ 1 tblsp chives, chopped
Instructions
☆ Mix together cream cheese, garlic powder, and chives
☆ Put about 1 tblsp of the cream cheese mixture on a wonton wrapper. Wet the edges of the wrapper and fold
☆ When all rangoons are ready, heat a few inches of oil in a high-sided pot.
☆ Fry rangoons in pot until golden brown, let cool on plate covered with paper towels
☆ Serve with soy sauce
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otterize · 9 months
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starhoodies · 4 months
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friday night pizza night
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#rangoons #tiffanywheeler #tiffany #lunch #pandaexpress @officialpandaexpress #harkerheights @tiffanywheeler153 @consuephotodesign @consuepd (at Panda Express) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj8cCtRpTma/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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catfindr · 4 months
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midnight-moth · 1 month
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There’s a darkness at the heart of my love or something
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naycelium · 1 month
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Rangoon doing a little foraging 🍄‍🟫
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explodingstarlight · 1 year
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lil sunspot <3
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teathattast · 9 months
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60zcowboy · 2 months
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YIPIEEE
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hitlikehammers · 2 months
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eating fancy
rating: e ♥️ cw: domestic fluff, not-quite-but-not-not-dirty talk, playful banter, silly boys being silly asf, love is when the food is also kinda foreplay, first encounters with a crab rangoon, eddie munson's mouth makes innocent food obscene—fact ♥️ tags: established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life, idiots in love, softness
for @steddielovemonth day nine: Love is sharing food (@sparklyslug)
you may recall a very important scene that takes place over crab rangoons for the rockstar!husbands in  je ne regrette rien; this would be their first go-round
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“Ooo, we eating fancy?”
Steve rolls his eyes and plops the bags on the countertop, the grease already drawing wide circles on the paper.
“Chinese takeout?” he snorts and raises a brow Eddie’s way because oh yeah, very fancy, but he unloads the bags and padded them to Eddie to open up so they can grab from them, they’ve learned it’s easier to just eat out of the containers and pass them back and forth, but then he’s folding the bag up and he catches his beloved fucking boyfriend—
With all of the little white boxes arranged, and very clearly not opened, but almost making…a snake or something. Maybe a path?
“I like the little cartons,” Eddie comments brightly, with that innocent sort of grin of his that goes and melts in Steve’s chest and drips like honey over his ribs, draped molten, every goddamn time: “they’re like mini houses, you could build a city,” then his head snaps up, eyes wide and glinting, molten just the same his lips part and his grin because something bigger, fuller, taking up more dimensions at a time:
“Oh, fuck, I could,” and he’s moving the boxes around quick, and Steve knows him well, can tell when he’s devising a plan and his hands fly manic to excuse the vision: “a whole new campaign, I could map it out with—“
“How about one,” Steve catches Eddie’s palm on top of the cashew chicken; “you finish the campaign you havefirst,” and Eddie tries those eyes at him, the pleading edge of them almost widened to their fullest advantage but Steve’s developing some degree of tolerance, now, and can at least tip his head just so to indicate that he doesn’t intend to budge—it works, on Eddie and himself, about thirty-percent of the time; and this is one of those third-of-the-time occasions, because Eddie pouts his lower lip and pulls a hand back from building his kingdom or whatever, which means Steve can give a little in return, because that’s what they are, they’re give-and-take almost relentlessly. They’re a fucking team, and a damn good one at that.
“And two,” Steve takes it upon himself to start untucking the tops of the cartons and sticking forks in; “we order, like, just a bunch of white rice for that, so your little buildings aren’t full of fucking grease.”
Eddie brightens up for that, excitement hitting first before he looks at Steve and softens in a breath, looks so fucking huggable, kissable, touchable—
No. Not yet: they have dinner. Maybe not fancy, but Steve would like at least the first round eating what he bought to be warm-ish before it goes the way of leftovers-straight-from-the-fridge.
“So smart, baby,” Eddie croons, and Steve bites his lip over a grin, and yeah, maybe his pulse still flutters a little when Eddie’s voice hits that pitch, or when he says that kinda shit, and means it—Steve not gonna pretend otherwise, or fucking apologize for it.
He’s down to the little bags of eggs rolls and almond cookies, the shitty and really-unnecessary-but-they-come-with-so-they-have-to-try chopsticks, and oh, yes.
He grabs one of these babies out of the little crinkly bag with the bleeding ink and pops it straight into his mouth in one peace, champing it gleefully before smiling at Eddie, who’s grabbed his set of stick and is poking at the bag carefully, almost warily, like something’s gonna bite him.
“What the fuck is that,” Eddie’s eyes dart between Steve’s mouth and the still-half-ensconced wanton-y things in the bag.
“Hrah hanhoo,” Steve tries to talk around his food but it’s a lost cause: he did eat the whole thing in one go.
Fucking worth it though, and Eddie just stares until he swallows, then stares while he swallows, follows the motion down his throat and Steve can clock how his pupils dilate for it; never fails to give him a rush as he clears his throat and breaks his pair of chopsticks apart to scissor them clumsily against the point of another piece:
“Crab Rangoon,” Steve says simply, but Eddie’s eyes just…kinda get wider?
“So is it crab, or,” he asks, very carefully, measured and hesitant: “or is it raccoon?”
Steve’s lucky he didn’t put another one in his mouth yet for the way he goddamn snorts.
“Rangoon,” he tries not to laugh too hard; “crab and cream cheese in a little fried,” he gestures to the pointy crispy could-be-a-ninja-weapon-if-ninja-weapons-were-delicious.
Wait, could ninja weapons be tasty?
“Aww, it’s kinda little a star,” Eddie’s saying as he lifts one out from where he skewered it straight through with one of his chopsticks, which Steve was about…ninety-eight percent sure wasn’t the right way to use them, like, at all.
“And the crab is,” Eddie takes his other chopstick and pokes at the top where it’s all gathered in together and crisped: “oh, a little pouch that’s all,” he moves his head around to study it from all side; “puckered up, and kinda red,” and oh, his tone hasn’t changed but Steve knows this man; “also kinda,” and yep, the tone stays perfectly even but he gives himself away in the way he licks his lips:
“Kinda milky—”
“Stop,” Steve cuts him off, and for good measure he knocks Eddie’s clinical examination of the food out of they way to inexpertly-but-at-least-there’s-no-stabbery-involved lift the wanton up and shove it at Eddie’s lips until he bites half, and shuts up so Steve can make plain his term:
“Not in front of the food,” he declares, and then drops the other half on his tongue because fuck, they’re good.
“You don’t even know which end I was referring to,” Eddie whines a little once he’s chewed through his half.
“Honestly, either fucking pucker is not what I am focused on right now,” Steve nails him with a stare—not a glare, it’s not angry, it’s just pointed—as he goes to finally fucking open the rest of the cartons and start goddamn eating dinner.
“Hmm,” Eddie pouts, and yes, Steve is very much aware he’s displaying one end’s pucker for a fucking reason like the petulant dickhead he is: “that’s a pity.”
“It’s gonna get cold,” Steve volleys back easily because it’s not like this is new. It’s not like he doesn’t know the rules of engagement here, the terms of the game.
It’s not like he’s not head-over-heels in love with this jackass, or anything.
“Fair,” Eddie concedes, and it’s….it’s too easy.
Steve lets himself give into the pepper beef but…he’s careful. He doesn’t take his bites too big, lest he choke on whatever Eddie’s cooking up.
And right on goddamn cue:
“Are you rimming the rangoon?”
“No,” Eddie says as he slowly slurps his tongue back between his teeth to look at Steve dead in the eyes before diving back in:
“I’m making sure,” and he licks; “I get all,” and he swirls that tongue, the fucker, he’s unhinged; “the creamout,” and Eddie may only just make it without grinning as wide as it’s very clear he wants to, but his eyes.
Always: his eyes give him away.
“You’re absurd,” Steve huffs evenly and very much does not shift a single inch for the weight starting to strain at his jeans.
“Just making sure you have a full understand on what you might be missing,” Eddie notes blithely, as he pulls gently at the points of the wanton wrapping and stretches the pouch out for Steve to see and…Chinese takeout should be this obscene. It really shouldn’t. It wasn’t built for this.
And yet here’s Eddie Munson, everyone: so of course it was going to be making its pornographic debut in that sinful fucking mouth, Jesus Christ.
“We fucked on this table like, two nights ago,” Steve points out, almost incredulous but he can’t even pretend to be because this is Eddie, so: this not wholly unprecedented beahavior: “I’m gonna fuck you when we go to bed in a couple hours,” he adds meaningfully, because it’s also fucking relevant; “I am not missing anything.”
Eddie dips his chin and eyes Steve shrewdly, almost pityingly, god.
God.
“You’re missing me licking you like a crab raccoon right this moment, though,” Eddie counters with something like dismay, or, or, like lament in his tone. “This singular sliver of time,” he sighs, and shakes his head: “and you’re sitting there with your lo mien.”
In fairness: it is Eddie’s lo mien. They share all the cartons but Eddie is the one who orders the lo mien, who brought that into the order that’s become their regular; theirs.
But that’s just technicalities.
“It’s delicious lo mien,” Steve sniffs, juts out his chin and sticks his nose in the air a little before he gives up the chopsticks to spin the noodles round-and-round dizzy on the fork.
“Not compared to me,” Eddie tacks on, leans in almost touching just as Steve lifts the fork to his lips. He pauses.
“I do not compare my boyfriend to food,” directly, or like, out loud; “just because two things are edible doesn’t make them,” he licks his lips to finds the right word: “equatable,” yeah, that sounds right enough.
Eddie snorts in disbelief, shakes his head:
“Says you.”
But then he’s turning to stab a stick in the crinkly bag again, and Steve grins before he impales another crab-pucker—oh Jesus, shit, he’s gonna equate those now, isn’t he, that connection’s stuck in his brain forever, holy fuck.
“They’re good though, right?” Steve asks as he comes to terms with this new horrifying association he’ll never be able to escape.
“Fucking delicious,” Eddie admits, grin curling so his dimples pop and he glows: “let’s definitely get more than one bag next time. I, umm,” he Pickens a little before he flicks his eyes up to Steve just shy of apologetic; “I maybe ate more than my half of them?”
Steve chuckles and shakes his head, swirls some more lo mien on his fork before he replies:
“Don’t sorry, babe,” he gestures with his noodly-utensil; “I’ll have my share of red-milky puckers later on.”
And Eddie chokes a little, and fucking good: Steve damn well better not be the only one stuck with the consequences of that fucking image in his head.
The bad ones…
And of course also the good ones.
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fluffyhare · 16 days
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I need you
To soothe my head
Turn my blue
Heart to red
Doctor, doctor, give me the news — I’ve got a bad case of lovin you~ 💙
🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞
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benetnvsch · 5 months
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knkdz in silly shirts I've seen recently
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catfindr · 4 months
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