#this is our homemade chicken soup
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Time to eat my irl Ghibli soup
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since you eat everything out of an instapot does that mean all the food you eat is mushy? like you don't eat crunchy food?
Yes we only eat gruel and slop ❤️
#no we eat crunchy stuff instapot is just our most used guy#like ok we need chicken to bake enchiladas boom cook the chicken in the instapot while u prep the sauce or whatever#or it makes rice#or soup we make a lot of soups especially in winter#we take bones and make homemade broth in the instapot we set it to simmer for like 12 hours#you can cook with it open lid and like fry shit#it’s multi purpose let the instapot into your heart anon
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i wld like to cook more but often in my house, w everyone's dietary or sensory restrictions, i dont have a kitchen to myself to cook in :/
#dl#it will get better when me nd salem move in together#i'll make many soups and homemade breads#we'll have fish and shrimp and tofu#i'll make pad thai and she'll make fried pickles#we'll tell our friends to make a dish and have a potluck#i'll make curry and she'll make chicken and dumplings
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I have covid (for the first time ever wtf) and I’m feeling sick and pathetic. Just thinkin’ bout how I have to take care of myself and I hate it. How do you think sugar daddy Joel would take care of our sugar baby reader without spending any money if she got Covid or the flu??
I need some fluff to get me thru. PS I love u and your writing so flipping much.
Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: mentions of illness, reader can eat chicken noodle soup, reader has hair that can be brushed away from her face
Timeline: this does not fit into the current TCOY story line and is just a separate drabble in the same universe!
[a/n: first of all, OH NO. I know how bad COVID sucks. (fun fact I've had it on five separate occasions, I basically collect a new round of it every time a new strain runs through our hospital). Please please please make sure you stay hydrated above all else! Obviously I don't know your medical history, but the best general advice is to not get dehydrated. Your body needs fluids to fight the good battle. second, I love YOU and I know this isn't much and it's not that great b/c I threw it together in fifteen minutes but I hope it makes you feel a little better, my love💜]
TCOY DRABBLE:
HOMEMADE IS BETTER THAN STORE BOUGHT
"happiness is homemade."
“Baby girl, I need you to sit up for me.” Joel hummed.
You were buried in the thick comforter of his bed feeling absolutely miserable. The cold had come on suddenly. A small cough, more irritating than anything else, spiraled into full body aches, a splitting migraine, and congestion so bad that it felt like your head was filled with concrete. Joel’s heavy hand brushed aside the hair matted to your forehead with dried sweat. Your fever was lingering last Joel checked, but the Nyquil he forced you to take with a bottle of water earlier was helping some.
Joel murmured your name once more and you just moaned in response. You felt the bed dip with his weight and his hand dragged up and down your back. The motion brought with it a comfort on par with medication itself.
“You think you can eat somethin', sugar?” Joel asked.
“Maybe later.” You mumbled. “Sleepy.”
“That’s probably the Nyquil.” Joel replied. “I sent Riley to pick up some stuff from the store.”
You felt Joel lean over and his lips brushed against your temple. You shook your head, “You’re gonna get sick. I should quarantine alone.” You buried yourself deeper into his bed. With your nose stuffed like it was, you couldn’t smell his sheets and that bothered you more than it probably should’ve. “Don’t you have that meeting today too?”
“If you think I’m leavin' you like this, sugar, then that fever’s got you delusional.” Joel snorted. You felt the covers you had bundled yourself in begin to untangle and a whine that could only be described as pathetic slipped your lips. Before you knew it though, Joel was under the thick comforter with you and you felt yourself get pulled into his warm chest. “C’mon, baby girl. Sleep it off.”
You snuggled closer into his grip and focused on the random patterns he was rubbing on your shoulder with his hand. As a human, this was obviously not the first time you had gotten sick, but something about this time felt different. With Joel’s thick arms wrapped around you it dawned on you that it was him. The last time you were sick you were forced to take care of yourself and work through it. Having your sugar daddy around made you needy as all hell it seemed, but the comfort Joel immediately showed you had you melting against his chest.
“When I wake up, can I have soup?” You blurted the words out, half asleep.
Before sleep took you completely, you heard Joel’s deep chuckle, felt it rumble against you, “Sugar, you can have anythin' you want.”
When you woke up, you did feel marginally better. Joel was no longer in bed with you and you slowly sat up to rub at your face. You craved a hot shower to wash off the sweat and open your sinuses a bit more. A groan left your lips, still feeling crummy, and you began to climb out of bed.
“Whoa, whoa, pump the brakes.” Joel called out. He came into the room holding a tray and you chuckled at the sight of him. He set the tray down on the nightstand to usher you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re goin'?”
You gave him a tired smile, “Shower. I feel icky.”
“Icky?” Joel asked and you nodded. He chuckled and leaned forward to press his lips on your forehead again. He sat back and rubbed a hand against your leg. “Think you can stomach somethin' first?” You nodded again and Joel grabbed the tray. It looked like a bowl of chicken noodle soup, but not the kind that came out of a can of Campbell’s. “Here we go.”
You tilted your head, “Where’d you buy the soup?”
“Didn’t.” Joel grinned. “Made it.”
“You made it??”
“Uh huh.” It was honestly adorable how proud he looked of it. “Homemade is better than store bought, right? Gets you better quicker.”
You laughed, “I’m not so sure about the science behind that.”
“No, no. When I googled the recipe it definitely said this would get you better faster.” Joel teased.
You picked up the spoon and carefully blew the heat away before bringing it to your lips. The first thing you tasted was salt. A lot of salt. Too much salt. You coughed in response and tried not to twist your face to reveal the reaction. You cleared your throat and smiled, “Yum.”
Joel furrowed his brow, “What’s wrong? No good?”
“No. It’s⏤ It’s good.” You said quickly. “It’s… I like the, uh, the…”
Joel grabbed the spoon from your fingers to take a sip himself and he immediately spluttered with a cough and groan, “What the fuck is that?” Your lips twitched up into another smile. “That tastes awful. Jesus Christ. Gimme that.”
He took the tray from you and set it on the nightstand again away from you. You set a hand on the side of your face while watching his face crumple into a grumpy look of annoyance. You shook your head, “What did it taste like as you were making it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know. While you were making it did it taste okay?” You clarified. Joel narrowed his eyes at you in thought and you tilted your head. “…Did you taste it while making it?”
“You’re supposed to eat it while you make it??”
You laughed, “Not eat. Just taste.”
“Shit.” Joel scoffed. “I ate some of the chicken and it was good.” You reached out and cupped his face. He looked annoyed with himself, but at your touch the grumpy demeanor morphed into a soft look of concern and disappointment. Joel sighed and turned his head to press a kiss to your palm before leaning into your touch again. “I’m so sorry, sugar. Just wanted to do somethin' nice for you myself rather than just buy…”
You shook your head, “This was nice. I loved it.”
“There is no way you loved that soup. It was just salt, damn it.”
“No, but I love that you tried.” You replied. “It’s the effort that counts.”
“That’s just what people say when they fuck up.” He grumbled.
You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, “You said the homemade version would make me feel better, and this has definitely made me feel better, daddy.”
Joel wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and stared softly for a moment before his smile returned. “You missed my lips, sugar.”
“I already told you. I’m icky.”
“Don’t care. Still want you.”
“You are already pushing your luck.” You scoffed in amusement. “You are gonna end up sick.”
Joel pulled you closer, and even at full strength you’d never be capable of refusing this man. He paused with his lips just barely touching yours. “I’ll risk it.” Joel’s lips sealed against yours tenderly. A soft kiss of comfort rather than of passion. A wordless act of reassurance that he was there. Joel’s tongue just barely brushed against yours before he leaned back and left you wanting more. He hummed, “You taste like salt.”
“Yeah, gee, I wonder whose fault that is.”
#joel miller#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us#sugar daddy!joel miller x reader#sugar daddy!joel miller#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#take care of you
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A knock roused you from your sickly-nap. Blowing your nose and blinking discombobulatedly, you threw on a mask as the knocking continues.
Opening the door a crack, you see your orc lover standing on your front porch with a bag in each hand.
"Babe--"
"I am here to play nurse for our date, tonight."
They were quick to get into your home thanks to your dazed and sickly state.
"But, you're gonna get sick too??" You say softly, you sounded pitiful. Your love only laughed through their own mask and clasped their hand on your head, tussling your hair.
"Nah, orcs don't get sick like you humans do. Come now, I brought homemade chicken soup and bought some lemon tea." You weren't sure if they were lying or not about the sick part. But you followed them to the kitchen.
You two ended up sitting (you more laying on your side) in your living room, two bowls of soup empty, the TV playing a silly movie and your second cup of tea still steaming from its mug. Your orc love was gently massaging your back, helping with the body aches with their skilled fingers.
You sighed, barely keeping your eyes open as you make eye-contact with them.
"Thank you for taking care of me." They flashed you a smile before stroking their hand against your flushed face.
"Anytime, my love."
You had the distant memory of them carrying you back into bed and kissing your forehead before fully falling asleep.
#orc x reader#orc girlfriend#orc boyfriend#orc lover#orc#wholesome#exophilia#monster x reader#sfw#im sick rn and i wish this was my reality :(
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I've had some MountainDew thoughts, so bear with me.
Mountain has a hard time dating/casually hooking up with people, this doesn't mean he doesn't do it, but he always feels... not so much guilty, but he definitely can't reciprocate those people's feelings if they catch them for him.
He can't, because when he imagines his future and what he wants in life, it's less "his" dream and more "our" dream and the other person isn't part of that equation.
But you know who is?
Dew.
Mountain has the most domestic daydreams about a future where Dew and him have their own little cabin somewhere, he's imagined it so frequently he even knows what color mugs they'll keep in the cabinets, and how many cats he'll let Dew get so long as he can get his chickens and goats.
He's thought about the first winter out there, about how Dew will complain about the snow but still go outside with him anyway.
He thinks about spring, about planting a garden, and how it would be nice to raise a couple kits out there, and how they'll be taller than Dew by the time they're ten years old.
But if you asked Dew what he thinks about when he thinks about the future, he hasn't thought terribly far ahead.
He's never quite left survival mode, and he blames himself for the most part, even if he pretends he doesn't care about his past or his mistakes.
He's only thinking about tomorrow.
The clearest question in mind is, "What's for dinner?"
And maybe that opens up a softer train of thought, one about homemade soup.
About toothbrushes and fighting over whether they should go in the cabinet or on the counter next to the sink, and how they'll wind up in the kitchen at some point anyway, because there's a window looking out over the fields and valleys, and he likes to watch the birds peck around in the dirt.
He tries to imagine that when he's feeling low.
The comforts of a home that isn't only his, and isn't theirs yet.
It feels natural to imagine him there, to see Mountain going about the most average, boring day to anyone else, but to Dew, who never had the luxury of that quiet kind of comfort, relaxes at the thought.
#lamp rambles#shitghosting#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#mountaindew#mountain x dewdrop#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost band headcanons
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Growing up in Seattle, our Friday night menu was nearly the same every week: chicken soup, roast chicken slathered in teriyaki sauce, a starchy side and salad. We always had a large bottle of Yoshida teriyaki sauce in the fridge, a fixture in the side door. But why were we eating teriyaki chicken for Shabbat dinner?
Teriyaki chicken is an iconic Seattle dish; it wasn’t until I moved away that I discovered not every city is teeming with great teriyaki shops. The dish is rooted in Japanese cuisine: Teriyaki is a traditional Japanese style of cooking where a protein is cooked over a flame while it is basted in a sauce made of soy sauce, sugar, sake and/or mirin. “Yaki” means grill, and “teri” means shine. The sticky, sweet teriyaki sauce most Americans are familiar with was developed by Japanese American immigrants.
Seattle’s version of teriyaki deviates from its Japanese roots thanks to a man named Toshihiro Kasahara. In 1976, Kasahara opened Toshi’s Teriyaki Restaurant, which quickly became a wildly successful Seattle lunch spot. Kasahara inspired a wave of teriyaki establishments across the city and the region, helping make the dish ubiquitous in the Pacific Northwest. Seattle-style teriyaki is loaded with ginger and garlic, and instead of basting the meat, teriyaki is more often made by marinating the meat in sauce overnight. It’s typically served with steamed rice and an iceberg lettuce salad with gingery, tangy dressing. The store-bought sauce my family used was also developed by a Seattle resident, Kyoto-born Junki Yoshida.
Food in the diaspora is always influenced by our neighbors, and teriyaki has become a welcome staple in Jewish homes, particularly across the Pacific Northwest. This recipe is designed to give you all the flavors and char that great teriyaki chicken offers, with the ease of preparing a complete meal on a sheet pan. The sauce is salty, thick, gingery and sweet, and as the chicken cooks, it releases its juices and flavors to the surrounding vegetables. You can substitute homemade sauce for your favorite premade bottle, and you can ditch the oven and cook this on the grill for extra char. Served with a steaming heap of short grain rice, it makes a delicious, simple meal for Shabbat, or any day of the week.
Note: You can swap drumsticks for chicken thighs, but if you would like to swap for boneless, skinless breasts the cook time may be slightly longer. The dish reheats well in the microwave, stovetop or oven.
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There’s a severe lack of Sebas asks, my husband deserves so much love 😤 Can you tell us how he met the MC ? What made him so interested ?
i agree, bonnie 😞 our resident wet cat journalist deserves some love and attention too <3 i’ll just give y’all a not-so-little snippet of the scene in which they met. spoiler warning since this will be present in the game:
‘this is the worst fucking day of my career,’ sebastián thought bitterly.
the clouds thunder heavily in the night. rain drops fall in tandem with the unrelenting wind which makes the trees sway surrounding the road. the whole atmosphere was miserably cold and wet.
every single bone in sebas’s body hurt like crazy. he wonders why the hell did he even try to fight off the muggers, they outnumbered him by a lot and he had multiple cuts and bruises to show for it. darkness threatens to encroach his vision but he fought it off. he knew he’d really end up dead if he let his growing fatigue overpower him.
but hope was dwindling inside him. no one was going to come looking for him. it’s not like he had many friends. the only man he even dared to call a friend had gone missing weeks ago. and now sebastian was going to end up joining him too. the only difference was that they never found henry, while they’d find his body on the side of this abandoned road.
his stomach growls and a weary sigh leaves his body. what he wouldn’t give for a warm meal right now. maybe a bowl of his mom’s homemade chicken soup.
“you’ve been working hard again, mijo,” she’d tut while running her fingers through his shaggy dark hair. “díos mio, you worry your poor mother too much.”
a broken sob threatens to leave his throat. sebas knew he made for a pathetic sight. it was his fault he ended up in this situation after all, and he could not change it no matter what.
the stab wound on the side of his stomach stings and almost makes him blackout as he tries, in vain, to keep it from bleeding out. his assailants had made sure that he couldn’t go for help, even if he tried to crawl to the nearest hospital.
this is it. this is where he dies. this is where the short life of sebastián rafael navarro ends. shivering and sobbing on the side of an abandoned road while he dreams of a warm meal and a life unfulfilled.
suddenly, the screech of a pair of tires halt his increasingly pessimistic musing. he vaguely notices the touch of a gloved hand on his neck and wrist, checking for a pulse. sebastián wonders if he’s already dead and is currently being examined by an angel. he questions himself if they can feel how faint his pulse is, how faint he feels.
sebas hears them curse, and he wonders if angels are allowed to do that. struggling to open his eyes against the onslaught of the rain, he manages to catch a glimpse of a white coat and a face which makes his breath catch in his throat. he decides that his angel theory didn’t seem so ridiculous after all.
“it’ll be okay. i’ll take care of you.”
it is the last thing he hears before he feels himself fall unconscious while the ‘angel’ hauls him up with an unnatural strength and places him on a warm leather seat.
#asks#how could sebas be not infatuated with the MC?#thet literally saved his life#especially when most people around him have treated him like shit#what lovely bones#bonnie nonnie#ro: sebastián navarro#ch: the killer#ro scenarios#snip goes the snippets#spoiler tings
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Reblog and put your favorite soup in the tags
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Bedridden
TW: Noncon Kissing
Whumper paced across the floor, his muttering filling the room. “I made sure to only make shallow cuts… how did they… the blood loss should’ve been minimal… where did they get it…” Whumpee’s eyes followed the way his curled finger tapped against his bottom lip.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their mind was in a haze, the fever taking its toll on their body. All their limbs were sore, their throat was scratchy, and their wounds stung, creating an uncomfortable blend of symptoms that left Whumpee bedridden and exhausted.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Whumper had been waiting for their daily torture session, but Whumpee collapsed before he could even begin. They had been feeling queasy and more tired than usual throughout the week, but they had simply assumed it was the many hours spent in pain catching up to them. Whumper had also noticed, though didn’t say much, almost excited about something. It pissed them off how much enjoyment he got from their misery. He wouldn’t stop grinning at them when the early signs of sickness sprung forth. Though Whumper didn’t seem as happy now, the fever obviously was not what he had thought it was.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
They coughed weakly, jostling their still healing cuts, releasing a groan of pain. Whumper snapped his gaze to them, quickly walking over and resting the back of his hand on their forehead.
“I didn’t realize you were actually sick darling, I had thought that you…” he cut himself off before moving his hand to their cheek. “I promise to take care of you, hero. You’ll get better soon, and then we can continue our little games.” He moved, bringing Whumpee closer to him, resting against his body.
His words were comforting. Normally the mention of their torture sessions would send their heart racing and anxiety spiking, but, right now all they wanted was to get better, Whumpee didn’t care about the after.
Whumper’s cold hand was a nice offset to their burning skin. His gentle caresses reminded Whumpee of their mother’s care when they were sick. The way he held them to him, however, brought back the memory of Caretaker when they had gotten the flu after one of their winter missions.
They had spent the night staking out an illegal weapon trading ring, and though they had gotten what they were there for, Whumpee ended up sick after being out too long in the chilly air. They had mentally prepared themself to spend the next few days alone in their home, trying to make themself get better as quickly as possible. However, Caretaker showed up with homemade chicken noodle soup, planning to stay at Whumpee’s home to take care of them. Whumpee was initially reluctant, but Caretaker’s insistence of wanting to help prevented them from turning the other away.
Caretaker had spent the next three days at Whumpee’s apartment, cooking for them, giving them medicine, and soothing them to sleep. Whumpee had spent multiple nights curled up against her body, Caretaker’s fingers through their hair and gentle humming a comforting sensation. Caretaker had almost gotten sick herself, emphasizing the guilt Whumpee felt, but she brushed them off saying it was worth it. Whumpee was back to work quicker than they ever were when they were alone, and was much healthier. They guessed that’s when they truly fell in love with Caretaker. Her unwavering commitment to them, and desire to see them get better just from the kindness in her heart made Whumpee smitten with Caretaker.
It was almost like they was with her again.
Whumpee leaned into the touch, “Caretaker…”
The hand on their cheek stilled and Whumpee looked up in confusion before their face was roughly grabbed from both sides. Lips crashed down onto theirs, teeth knocking, and a tongue slipped into their mouth at their gasp of shock. Whumpee’s addled brain couldn’t keep up with the sudden change, their body even more sore from the sudden jerk.
What is happening?
The hands on their face fiercely tightened, almost clawing into their skin, refusing to let them go. The tongue exploring their mouth didn’t stop, sucking up all the air in their lungs. Whumpee’s arms moved to the chest in front of them, trying to push it off, when they finally registered where they were, and who they were with.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck!
Whumpee froze, letting him have his way, claiming their mouth for his own. How could they have been so stupid, to drift off and think of her when they were stuck here with him. Whumpee had already learned this lesson, had convinced him he was all they needed, and now all that went down the drain. One step forward, two steps back.
Whumpee reached up to wrap their arms around his neck hoping to placate him, but he pushed them away. Their lips were connected for a second longer until Whumper pulled his mouth from theirs, biting their bottom lip as one last marker. When Whumpee finally looked up at him, his eyes were dark, betrayal and fury shining through them. His fingers moved down to their neck,
“I will make sure you never forget who you’re with again, dearie.”
#intimate whumper#obsessive whumper#whump#possessive whumper#whumper x whumpee#☡#W#my writing#whumper#whumpee#hero x villain#hero#villian
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it's been a while because our oven was out of commission (mice in it) and i was sick w some catastrophic mystery illness and then i was back home in colorado for a few days for the holidays but i'm back now so here's another little post about meals i'm wanting to make soon!!
i want to oven roast wedges of cabbage and mushrooms and maybe some chicken w lots of spices and olives and garlic and oil and maybe char some lemons until all is golden and crispy and then whip up some fresh creamy feta (i splurged on it lol it's a treat) w lemon and yogurt to lay down as a base for the roasted stuff and top w olive oil and dill and fresh lemon and maybe some kind of tahini drizzle if i'm feeling ambitious. this idea has had me daydreaming for dayssss
i have japanese curry cubes that have been waiting for their moment resting in my pantry, an abundance of potatoes (15 lbs LOL), fragrant jasmine rice, some wild carrot, and some very pretty marble-y slabs of pork i could make tonkatsu with, a meal that reminds me of my friends in colorado who made this once for us to eat for a DND session :'')
my gf has been asking me to make alpermagronen, a swiss childhood staple of mine, since we ate it on the side of a mountain when we went back to switzerland to visit my childhood friends. it's a hearty alpine meal that's sort of mac and cheese-y with tubes of pasta and soft cubes of potato in a luscious creamy gruyere sauce topped with thick batons of bacon, a heap of caramelized onions and homemade applesauce. very swiss, very comforting, very filling and something that makes me deeply nostalgic
and a surprise to no one, another chicken soup!!! it's one of my fave foods but i want to do a different kind with a dash of cream and some kale and lots of lemon this time as opposed to the traditional carrot and celery one i've been making every few weeks. i have homemade chicken stock still in the freezer and a butchered chicken as well, all ready to go
i want to bake the nyt gingerbread blondies !! they sound up my ally :)
#this is detailed because it's been a while and i have a little spark back in terms of cooking creatively#personal#recovery#food
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Bakugou Headcanons Shows of Affection
Warnings: Cursing and a sexual situation
He might not show it but Bakugou’s a pretty chill guy. Well whenever your around never in-front of the extras. He felt comfortable around you, you understood the way he acted and he appreciated it.
So in a way he returns it back with shows of affection. You feeling cold? Bakugou’s gotchu a quick use of his quirk and his palm was a mini heater. He would rub on your back or on your thigh if you where comfortable.
Not feeling to good? Bakugou’s got you the man is there with tissues, medicine, and homemade chicken soup. Sure he scolds you for being a dumbass catching a cold be he’s there for you and that’s all that matters.
On your period? Oh you better fucking believe Bakugo Katsuki is there his mother told him all the ways to help a girl on her period she basically engraved it in his mind ain’t no way she’s raising a uneducated kid. He’s got all the necessities pads or tampons whatever you prefer, dark chocolate to help with cramps hell yeah he’s got it, heating pads?Shit his quirk is made for that. Bakugou got you and he’s gonna take care of you.
Feeling sad? Mans will literally bring a speaker playing your favorite songs, food and most importantly romance manga. Bakugo prides himself on knowing very important stuff about you. It’s how he always beats you at couple test(that you force him to do).
Feeling tired? He’s your personal pillow even thought you snore like hell. He’ll let you snuggle him if it gets you to sleep he needs you to get rest so he can beat you when you two spar together.
Like I said before Bakugou prides him self on knowing everything about you even your little weak spots when you two our making out together. Yeah he knows you like to be nibbled on your ear, touched in certain spots, leaving hickeys on your neck, and he even perfected the way you liked being kissed.
Sometimes when your feeling sore cause of a day of training Bakugou will offer to massage your body. You where surprised by the offer mainly cause well it was Bakugou or Katsuki now that you two our dating. He was pretty good at massaging you always managing to the get into the tough areas.
At the end of the day your met with big spooning Katsuki. He was having one of his rare insecure moments and he really needed you. “Damn Deku he’s just always getting better and better than me” frustration edged onto his voice. You reassured him that he’d get stronger because well he’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou and he be damned before anyone beats him to being number one.
Authors Note: Decided to do a Bakugou one cause I love the little hothead. Also that GIF of Bakugou confused is so funny for no reason.
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Listen I need more of the streamer au👁️👄👁️, it’s pure gold. Like are the rest of the 141 team streamers too, what about Los vaqueros. What if they form like content creator house, could you imagine the absolute chaos😭
that's what I wanted the end goal to be. unite the 141 avengers style. having our dear reader as the editor and main camera man when they start doing more in person vlogs and videos.
this may be content like exploring a haunted house at 3am in the morning! soap and gaz scared out of their minds!
simon firmly doesnt believe in ghosts. johnny and gaz on the other hand... are screaming and running away at any sudden noise. you and price often stand in the dark waiting for the two idiots to approach and scaring the living daylights out of them.
simon who stands in a room of what used to be a child's nursery. grimacing from the dust and gently handling the toys left with respect. even if there was no 'ghost', he respects the area and where the child had been thought to have passed away from neglect.
you who just slowly walks away from the group to do your own thing. you catch doors slamming by themselves. the blue bouncy ball rolling back to you despite you throwing it away a few moments ago. you just go. nope.
'i respect you ghost dude. but like, not today.'
funnily enough, the ghosts stop when you ask them to. you eventually show the feed to soap and gaz who are freaking out and shaking you back and forward. why would you do that? what if you got haunted? what if you brought the ghost back with you????
que coming back at like noon to the hotel. soap and gaz are absolutely exhausted with all the screaming and messing around they did. price just seems overall unnerved, and ghost doesn't care. he just wants to go to sleep... and possibly share the bed with you so he can hold you close and cudde-
i mean wait what?
or like homemade cooking with the Los Vaqueros, Alejandro and Rodolfo. simon absolutely getting destroyed by all the spices because british food is bland af.
you had hinted at alejandro and rodolfo that simon and soap may not have that good of a spice tolerance. that was a mistake because you saw them dump a lot of red, spicy smelling herbs in when soap and ghost weren't looking.
the food they made was absolutely amazing. tamales. chile rellenos. and a spicy chicken soup (chilate de pollo). soap absolutely butchering the names because he does not, in fact, speak spanish. you smack him upside the head for that.
ghost is surprisingly quiet when he eats the food. soap is howling in the background for milk, gaz is laughing at him and price is just silently enjoying his food.
ghost's face gets surprisingly red. but he doesn't complain. even goes for seconds.
but when the kitchen is cleared after cleaning everything up. you see him sitting down with a carton of ice cream, digging it straight out with a spoon.
(his favorite ice cream is vanilla bean.)
soap and gaz making everyone have a pretty princess remake <3. forcing everyone, including price, who just signs and drinks out of his flask of whiskey, to paint their nails and wear dresses and stuff. the reader actually getting beat behind scene because they don't have to get a makeover... that is until simon locks them into a chokehold because he wants to see you all dolled up too :))
they all gossip about each other. telling embarassing stories. stories about ghost's initial confusion about streaming. all the works.
the content creator house is a mess. but its a found family that all the viewers love to see.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#cod x reader#gn reader#streamer au
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Miso soup with homemade chicken ginger broth, kombu, lime, cilantro, coconut cream, chili sauce, toasted sesame oil, and big fat sweet potato noodles + an orange this morning I was snacking on and peeling for my husband and I after our matchas
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44 & 6 with Val and Coyote
pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Valeria Bates-Machado
prompts: 44. “I think I’m dying.” & 6. “Stop being so dramatic. You’re not dying.”
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Coyote & Val Masterlist
For as long as Val could remember, she dreaded cold and flu season. It might be because the hospital was always packed full of sick people. She always put in overtime during the height of the sickness season, coming home looking like a walking zombie. Javy was always the best during this time, making sure the kids were in bed, laundry was caught up on, chores were done, and a plate of food was in the microwave with her name on it.
The only thing Javy wasn't good at, was being sick.
Val should've known that when she heard the first sniffle from him in the middle of the night, he was going to go into full princess mode the very next morning. "The Man Flu" as they called in the hospital, was probably the most annoying illness Valeria Bates has ever had to deal with.
"Baby," Javy groaned, rolling on to his back and reaching out for his wife.
Val rolled her eyes, "Yes, my love?"
"I'm sick," He whined, and stuck his bottom lip out.
"Oh no, my poor baby," Val said, sitting up in bed and placing the back of her hand on his forehead. He did feel a tad warm to her, and he sounded kind of congested. She sighed and looked over at her alarm clock which read '5:45 AM'. The kids would be up soon, "Stay here. I'll get the kids ready for school."
"No baby, I got it," Javy said, pushing himself up from the blankets, but broke out in a fit of coughs, "Actually, I don't think I can."
"Ya, poor thing," Val said, "Stay put. I'll check on you once the kids are out."
Coyote nodded as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up under his chin, cuddling into the warmth. Val shook her head as she walked down the hallway to go wake up her youngest, Carter and get him ready for preschool. Both Jennah and Elena were old enough to get themselves out of bed and dressed, but Val still oversaw their morning routine. She spent time putting their hair into pigtails and fixing their lunch boxes. She walked them to the bus stop and hugged them goodbye and watched as the bus faded out of view.
"Time to check on my patient," Val said and walked back into the house. Somehow, Coyote made it from their bedroom to the living room and was lazily playing video games at 7:30 in the morning, "You must not be that sick if you can play COD with Jake."
Coyote looked at his wife, and started coughing again, "I think I'm dying, baby."
“Stop being so dramatic. You’re not dying," Val said, "You have the damn Man Flu. Dragon said Rooster had it last week, and Y/N said Jake was down for the counter yesterday. You need rest," She walked over and snatched the controller from him, which caused him to protest, "and fluids. Now get your cute ass upstairs to bed Javier Machado."
Javy smirked at his wife, "Ma'am yes, ma'am," He said and wrapped his fuzzy blanket around him before climbing back up the stairs.
For the rest of the day, Val spent by Coyote's side because he swore he was dying. She brought him breakfast in bed, made him his grandma's homemade chicken noodle soup for lunch, rubbed his feet for him, and even let him play an hour of video games with Jake.
"Ya know, sometimes, I swear you are more dramatic than our children," Val said, running her hands through his hair.
"I think I am dramatic enough," Coyote scoffed, "And I really thought I was dying. I keep coughing and my back hurts from it." Coyote looked up at his wife, "At least I have you here, nursing me back to health."
"Mhm," She agreed and leaned down to kiss him, "Thank god I'm not this dramatic when I'm sick."
"Sure you aren't."
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three days later, Javy woke up to his wife turning over in her sleep and wrapping her arms around his body. She felt warm to the touch and Coyote gently nudged her awake.
"Baby, you feel warm," He whispered, brushing her hair away from her face.
"I think I'm dying," She mumbled.
Javy couldn't help but laugh, and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Look who had the 'man flu' now."
#top gun imagine#top gun blurb#top gun fluff#top gun maverick imagine#top gun maverick blurb#top gun maverick fluff#javy machado#javy machado imagine#javy machado fluff#javy machado x reader#javy coyote machado#coyote machado#coyote#coyote imagine#coyote fluff#coyote x reader#coyote and val#opposites attract things!
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🍰 anon back again, all the tummy talk surrounding me lately has been driving me absolutely up the wall. Do any of you ever get the most feral urge to take care of someone? I keep getting one even when there's nothing wrong lmao. I just wanna rub an upset tummy at the crack of dawn and make nice warm soup that's easy on their stomach 😤 so raunchy of me, I know. But that's been the big daydream for me lately.
ugh im right there with you, 🍰 anon. even that phrase you said about somethings being easier on the stomach than others…
my favorite daydreams are usually centered around preparing chamomile tea and homemade chicken soup. i take them upstairs on a tray to my boyfriend, who stayed home from work and is propped up in our bed with a sore belly. i love the idea that even under a comforter i can still see the little hill that his stomach makes. i spend the entire day helping him sip tea while feeding him little spoonfuls of soup. i try to settle his stomach with gentle rubs. i watch his bare chest rise and fall. i watch him shut his eyes.
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 💌
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