#Red Skinned Potato Salad

[littlebitrecipes]

Red Skin Potato Salad with Bacon This deliciously creamy red skin potato salad is made with bacon for an extra savory kick. Enjoy this classic side dish at all your summer BBQs.

Recipe => https://littlebitrecipes.com/red-skin-potato-salad/

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[karenmillsposts]

dill pickle potato salad

another great variation on standard potato salad is one made with dill pickles.  this recipe uses chopped red potatoes, dill pickles, green onion and celery. also adding to the great flavor is traditional cole slaw dressing mixed with Dijon mustard added to taste.  i also season this salad with salt, pepper, and a bit of dried dill.  for the garnish, i used chopped romaine lettuce, added just…

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#dijon mustard #dill pickle potato salad #dill pickles #red skin potato salad

[luveline]

hi jade! may I request about spidergirl and miguel? I missed them so much. maybe that she never experience valentine's? and she didn't expect miguel to do anything since he doesnt seems like the type of romantic guy. BUTTT i dunno I just missed them dearly :(((

ty for requesting !! —miguel surprises his forgetful spidergirl!reader with a small gesture of his affection on Valentine’s Day.

“Like, purpose,” you say, running your fingers over the plush carpeting beneath you. “You have a divine purpose, and I’m your girlfriend.”

“I can’t hear you.” 

You raise your face. You can’t see Miguel, his body blocked by the white of the bed sheets in the way. “I’m just whining.” 

“Come and whine over here, where I can hear you.” 

You like his voice, so you listen. Not because he’s said it very kindly; he’s too bossy. You also like bossy, but that’s not the point. He shouldn’t always get what he wants.

“Do you not like being my girlfriend?” he asks conversationally, his broad back to you as he shakes the frying pan. He’s frying onion and potato for a tortilla española, a thick Spanish omelette made with ample oil. It’s your favourite of his many dishes, your mouth watering as you stand there. 

“It’s fine.” 

He reaches back for you and grabs at you blindly, though having a spider sense means he’s coordinated regardless. You slide under his arm, can’t believe you’re there —a few months ago he’d glare at you whenever you smiled at him, and now he’s holding you, pressing a slight of a kiss to your temple without a second thought. Though you’re sure now he’d been glaring because he was agitated to have a crush on, back then you’d thought he didn’t like you, which wasn’t half as fun. 

Still, you clocked on eventually. People who don’t like someone don’t usually spend so long looking at said someone’s lips. 

“Fine isn’t ideal.”

“You’re too clingy,” you say as you curl your arms around him. 

“I know,” he murmurs into your skin. “What do you want to drink this morning, mi hermosa?”

You can’t decide. Miguel makes you a tall glass of water, a similar orange juice, and a frankly audacious cup of hot chocolate. It’s thick enough to cling to your spoon as you stir it. 

“Alright,” you say as he puts your breakfast plate in front of you, “what did you do? You haven’t been this nice to me in ages.”

“Is that true?” he asks. 

He was sort of nice yesterday when he fixed your phone (though you're suspicious he’d only fixed it so you wouldn’t ask one of your Peters), and the night before he’d been angelic, but that was mutually beneficial. You still as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his face pressed to the side of yours, his lips a kind line. You close your eyes and lean back.

A softness touches your other cheek. You peek at it through a squint, tentative, less so when you realise the softness is the petal of a red rose, and the rose belongs to a beautiful bouquet. You breathe out a gasp of awe. The flowers are a stunning dark red and wrapped in glitzy holographic cellophane. You’ve never seen flowers that looked so pretty, petal edges thick and stems a fresh green. 

“For you,” he says. 

“For me?”

“Mm-hm.” He eases the bouquet into one of your hands. “Happy Valentine’s.” 

“Is that today?” 

“Yeah, that’s today.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. 

You fluster as he stands tall and moves away. Bouquet hugged to your chest, you turn your head to watch his movements carefully. “Miguel, I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not, carino.” 

He pushes the sleeves of his shirt up and grabs the two bowls left behind on the counter. You can smell the refreshing spice of the peppery gazpacho and the lemon of the salad as he lays it out in front of you. Your stomach growls, but there are more important things to address. 

“I had no idea–”

“I hardly expect you to know what hour of the day it is, I wasn’t expecting anything.” He sits down in the chair beside yours at the table. 

“So it’s February… interesting.” 

Miguel actually laughs as you shove the flowers down and throw yourself at him. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he scolds. 

“I love your laugh,” you say, clinging to him for dear life. “I love you, I love your face, I can’t believe you got me flowers, Miguel. Miguel–” 

“Don’t act like I never get you anything.” 

I just didn’t think you’d do something this romantic, you think. It’s not fair to him. You still have the pencil sharpener he made for you when you’d haunt the workshop unbidden to him. What had he said? Something like Bring it to me when it needs charging. Well, you never remember, and yet it’s never dead. He’s that sort of romantic. “Thank you,” you say. 

“Were you still of the idea that I don’t like you very much?” he asks, pulling you into his lap with an unblinking strength. His thighs are solid underneath you. 

“Oh, no, O’Hara, you like me too much.” 

“Really?” He laughs. 

“Really. N’ I like you ten times that much, and,” —he kisses your neck— “that’s why we’re in love.” 

He scoffs at your teasing tone, breath tickling the side of your neck. “The longer you sit here trying to apologise the cooler your cocoa gets. Don’t be sorry, yeah? I know you didn’t know.” 

“I’m not trying to apologise. I’m mad. You could’ve told me it was Valentine’s coming up but you didn’t. You wanted to make me look bad.” 

He hugs you close, arm held firm to the curve of your back. “That’s exactly what I was trying to do. You caught me.” 

You lean back. He holds you tight to stop you from falling as you wrestle with the bouquet, pulling one especially lovely rose from the bunch. “Happy Valentine’s, mi vida.”

“That’s cheating, and not even half the effort I put in.” 

You press it to his chest and look up at him with every ounce of affection you have for him: it winds him. He covers your hand on his chest, pulling it over his heart. 

“Forgive me?” you ask. 

He rubs your knuckles. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

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[prettygirlmjmjmj]

Understanding your cycle and the four phases

The female body has four cycle and at each cycle what your body needs will be very different. I'm going to talk about four factors you might want to consider for each phase; what kind of exercise/movement you should try to do, what foods to eat more of or avoid, what your energy levels may be like and self care for that phase. I hope this helps you understand a bit more about what is going on in each phase ands what you can do to help your hormones and body!

Menstruation (Day 1 - 6)

This phase is the easiest to spot as you physically get your period. Your uterus is shedding its lining and your cervix position is low and will feel hard.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? This is a good period for rest days and slow movement. Outdoor walks, stretching, slower-paced yoga and bodyweight strength exercises will help you get some movement/exercise in without causing more pain or discomfort for you.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to avoid fatty and salty foods. Vegetables, fruits and herbs like kale, beets, mushrooms, collard and hearty greens, sweet potatoes, root vegetables, dark coloured berries (cranberries, blueberries, blackberries), concord grapes, watermelon, red raspberry leaf, nettle and turmeric will help your body in this phase. Grains, nuts and seeds like buckwheat, wild rice, pumpkin seeds, flax, chestnuts, and peanuts are good to eat more of in this phase. Proteins like kidney beans, adzuki beans, duck, pork, shellfish, sardines, red meat and liver should also be included in more meals. Some examples of meals to have would be stews, warm soups and stir-fries.

what are your energy levels like? your energy is normally fairly low at this point, so try to prioritise sleep and rest. Try and make sure your schedule is fairly light at this point, lots of targets and deadlines may be somewhat overwhelming or stressful.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Try to avoid exfoliating and waxing, your skin may be dehydrated and sensitive. Focus on getting more moisture and hydration, avoid harsh products. Try hydrating masks and focus on reducing inflammation. Try putting together a period package, journaling and reading more. Get plenty of sleep during this phase.

Follicular (Day 6 - 14)

This phase is when oestrogen and testosterone levels start to rise. The pituitary gland releases FSH and your energy, mood and libido rise!

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Now is a great time for more high-energy movement and exercise! Try activities like , hiking, running, swimming and Pilates as you have much more energy and will likely be prepared to exercise for longer.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try and eat more veggies, fruits and herbs such as artichoke, broccoli, sprouts, carrots, lettuces, green peas, string beans, zucchini, rhubarb, parsley, avocado, citruses, pomegranate, plums, cherries, nettle and basil. Grains and seeds such as oats, barley, rye, wheat, pumpkin, flax, Brazil nuts and cashes will help during this phase. Protein-wise try to eat more lentils, split peas, black eyed peas, poultry, trout and shellfish. Meals that may be good during this period are oatmeal/overnight oats, tahini bowls, blueberry banana muffins and avocado salad.

what are your energy levels like? Your energy levels have risen so your brains ability to problem solve and plan. Creativity will be sparking during this period! Now is a great time to start new projects, brainstorm, dream big, plan for the week and do the things you love.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Your skin has improved hydration, hyaluronic acid production. Now is a good time to try out new products as your skin will be at it's best and use gentle exfoliants to keep your pores clean. Focus on nourishment and treatment for your skin. Now is a good time to exfoliate your skin and use products to really emphasise your skins glow.

Ovulatory (Day 15 - 17)

This is the phase when your fertility is highest and your oestrogen levels are dropping of while your testosterone rises. You'll have a lot more energy and often a high libido.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Try high-energy, high-intensity workouts like weightlifting, cardio such as spin or HIIT and longer hikes with more effort involved.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as Brussel sprouts, red bell pepper, aubergine, spinach, tomato, chard, asparagus, scallions, chives, coconut, fig, strawberry, raspberry, apricot, persimmons, guava, dandelion root, burdock root and turmeric. Grains and seeds such as quinoa, pumpkin, flax, pistachio, pecan and almond will help during this phase. Try to eat more proteins such as lentils, salmon, eggs, tuna, shrimp and lamb. Meals that may be good are a fresh fruit or pasta salad, smoothies and broth-based soups.

what are your energy levels like? energy is typically very high at this point so now is a good time to socialise and get high-energy projects done! Be open to new experiences and things, make the most out of this high-energy period.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? Your skin will get oily in the next phase so find some way of deep cleansing (getting a facial etc) and try to keep pores nice and clean with toners and serums. Focus on hydration, nourishment and restorative products for your skin. Your cell turnover is at it's best, so exfoliation should be minimal and gentle during this period. Take long baths or showers and take the time to care for yourself.

Luteal phase (Day 18 - 28)

During this phase you get a surge of progesterone, but if your body confirms you aren't pregnant than then all hormones begin to decrease. Mood changes are fairly common during this period.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? as your energy drops so should the intensity and impact, so return back to slower and steadier workouts such as walking or hiking, yoga (you could try a slightly more challenging yoga workout), light Pilates that aren't too fast paced and stretching to help with pain or aches.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as cabbage, cauliflower, celery, cucumber, collard and mustard greens, onion, parsnip, pumpkin, radish, squash, potato, sweet potato, apple, dates, peaches, pear, burdock root, dandelion root, red raspberry leaf and ginger. Some examples of grains and seeds that may help are brown rice, millet, sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, pine nuts and walnuts. Proteins to eat are chickpeas, turkeys, salmon, cod, halibut and beef.

what are your energy levels like? energy levels may be low/lower than previous cycles, so take the time to engage in creative and relaxing activities such as reading or painting to help with stress relief and to distract yourself.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? try to use gentle skincare products like foaming cleansers or clay masks. Spot treatments may be necessary during this period especially. Focus on skincare as breakouts are very common during this period and avoid trying out new products or any super strong products that may worsen your skin. Make sure to take care of yourself during this period and take things nice and slowly.

Remember this is in no way a one size fits all, the amount the phases last for will greatly vary as will how you feel, but these are a guide on how you may be able to help understand your cycle. All my love mj.

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[finelinevogue]

love, actually

summary - you’ve grown the most comfortable around Harry

pairing: husband!harry x reader

word count: +1.4k

The first time you'd met Harry you pretended to be someone you're not. Not in the sense that you faked a secret identity, but more the way you acted was nothing like your actual self.

He had taken you to a nice restaurant in the centre of New York.

Both of you were sat at the table, under dim lighting and a busy ambience. The whole place smelt of burning wicker candles and fresh food being cooked. Harry had been a true gentleman so far, kissing you on both cheeks upon arrival, helping you take off your coat and pulling out your chair for you. The way he acted made you question your own mannerisms.

Instead of slouching back on the chair to read the menu, you sat uptight and cramped your back instead. Instead of slightly man-spreading, you sat with your legs crossed. Instead of taking out your ugly glasses to read the menu, you squinted to read the words instead.

That was mistake one when a plate of seafood arrived in front of you.

"Y/N, do you want to try some of my burger?" Harry asked politely, but you didn't know whether he was just asking out of kindness and didn't really want to share his food, "I'd love to try some of your seafood. It looks.. Lovely."

"Y/N, do you want to try some of my burger?" Harry asked politely, but you didn't know whether he was just asking out of kindness and didn't really want to share his food, "I'd love to try some of your seafood. It looks.. Lovely."

You didn't really notice the pause between his words because you were too focused on how pretty he looked when he talked, but you said yes regardless and the two of you swapped plates to try each others food. What you didn't realise was that Harry had purposefully asked you whether you wanted to try some of his food because he could tell the moment your seafood arrived that it was your worst nightmare.

He'd never tell you that he actually hated seafood though.

After you'd repeatedly made sure he was okay with swapping foods, you scoffed down, as politely as possible, the rest of his burger. The fries and potato salad were added bonuses.

It was after you'd finished your meal that you regretted putting on such tight trousers. They were squishing your stomach and you wanted nothing more to open the buttons on your trousers to let your food baby breathe, but you were in a very posh restaurant trying to make a good impression on Harry - so button closed it was.

"I've had a good time tonight." Harry smiled at you from across the table, holding his glass of red wine in his hand.

"You have?" You said instantly, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them. "God.. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just.. You really had a good time, with me, tonight?" You made yourself flustered trying to recover.

"Hey, Y/N." He reached his hand across the table to intertwine with yours, his thumb very subtly caressing a soft swipe against your skin, leaving butterflies in their wake, "You have been the best part of my evening."

And he left it at that. You thought he'd have picked up on the silly things you'd commented on or actions. Instead, he only looked at you as brightly as the flame from the candles were burning.

Now ten years later, everything had changed.

“Babe!”

“Yeah?” You shouted from the lounge where you were putting on Michael Bublé’s Christmas album onto the surround sound. 

“Shall I take the roasties out?” 

“Um,” You looked down at the timer on your phone. “Five more minutes, then yeah.”

“Okay.” 

You walked into the kitchen to see Harry in his Christmas apron, which covered his Christmas jumper and blue denim Gucci jeans. He had a clip in his hair to make sure his hair didn’t annoyingly fall into his eyes whilst he was cooking. 

Standing a little away from him, you mentally snapped a photo of this moment. Him cooking away and the starting sounds of Michael Bublé echoing through the house. 

He smiled when he caught sight of you. You had left him in charge whilst you went to change into a nicer dinner outfit. It was date night, but the Christmas version and so you had decided to make a Christmas dinner between the two of you and get dressed up just to eat it on the sofa with ‘Love Actually’ playing in the background. 

“You look beautiful, love.” His charm still worked on you after all these years.

“I’m surprised I still fit into these trousers.” You ran your hands down your thighs, before giving Harry a twirl of your outfit. The trousers were the same ones you’d worn on your first ever date with him and the jumper was the perfect Christmas jumper ever purchased. It had a picture of Harry on the front that said ‘All I Want For Christmas Is Harry Styles’ too.

“That jumper is awful.” He laughed, coming over to you to hold you.

“What do you mean?” You laughed back, in fake hurt. 

“At least you got what you wanted.” He winked and you rolled your eyes, snaking your arms around his neck whilst his went around your waist. 

A warm sensation cam over your chest at the anticipation of him leaning down to kiss your warm lips. You hummed a soft laugh when you finally got to taste him on your own lips, scrunching one of your hands a little tighter around the scruff of his neck whilst his hand on your waist held a little stronger. 

You could feel him smiling into the kiss, making you smile back and lose touch with this lips for a moment. 

“Stop smiling and let me kiss you, y’pest.” He told you off.

Both of you regained momentum and were greedy for one another lips. Both of you wanted to taste each other as closely as possible, tilting your heads from side to side as you explored each others soft lips over and over again. 

Then your silly potato alarm went off on your phone, breaking you away from the kiss and reaching to turn it off. Harry cussed the potatoes for ruining you moment together, flushed cheeks, before going back to the oven to get the potatoes out. 

Plating your dinner, you had never piled so much food on a plate before. You couldn’t even tell what was at the bottom, but you didn’t care because you were hungry and you were so excited to get tucked into your first Christmas dinner of the year. Harry’s plate looked very similar to yours, only he had the veggie equivalent of the meat you were having. 

“Y’want another Yorkshire?” Harry asked, holding it with his fingers.

“Obviously.” You said like he was silly to ask, receiving it on your plate with a happy grin.

“Anything for that smile on your face.” He said, before pouring gravy all over both of your plates.

Halfway through eating your dinner you let out an internal burb, no doubt due to the Shloer you were powering through drinking, excusing yourself before resting your half eaten dinner on the table in front of the sofa.

Both of you had cosied up on the sofa, a soft glow from the warm coloured fairy lights and array of candles filling the room, whilst ‘Love Actually’ was playing on the TV. 

“Full?” Harry asked.

“Just need my food baby to breathe for a second.” You said, whilst undoing your trouser button and zip until your little food pouch was showing. 

“Aww. What are we calling them?” He prodded your stomach, making you laugh from how cold his fingers were against your warm skin.

“The Accident.” You replied making Harry laugh.

After you’d finished dinner and made it halfway through the movie, you left your plates on the table and you’d collapsed into Harry’s lap. Your head laid on his legs comfortably, whilst he kept a hand ahold of your stomach like he was protecting all the contents of it. He too had to open his jeans button and you had poked fun at his snail trail that started at his belly button. 

“Oh this bit breaks my heart every time.” You pouted, watching Emma Thompson act perfectly on screen.

“I would never do that to you.” Harry promised, pushing his hand off your forehead and back through over hair, leaning down to leave a quick but loving kiss to your lips - even if you did both taste of a roast dinner.

“I know. And neither would I.” You promised him too with a small smile.

“Think we love each other too much.” 

“I agree.” You nodded. “We make a very good pair. We definitely make the best, most stomach-filling Christmas dinner. And we always have the best evenings together.”

“And you’ll always be my favourite part of it all.”

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[foodffs]

Red Skin Potato Salad with Bacon This deliciously creamy red skin potato salad is made with bacon for an extra savory kick. Enjoy this classic side dish at all your summer BBQs.

Recipe => https://littlebitrecipes.com/red-skin-potato-salad/

#submission

[izvmimi]

love is here - izuku x reader, all might x inko

cw: fluff, smut, domestic, valentine's day content. bkg with mentioned female partner. pregnancy mention. minors dni. summary: you and Izuku decide to celebrate another couple's love this Valentine's Day. a/n: a repost from last year's valentines' day fic because i still think it's cute. features 1 terrible joke.

“Red or white?”

While checking the chicken cutlets still browning in the oven, you reflexively call out in reply,

“Red. Has to be red.”

“Of course.”

Closing the oven door, you glance over at Izuku who is hunched over in the glass cabinet in the portion of the living room you can see from your vantage point, and hear the clinking of glass bottles as your husband rummages through your admittedly small stores of alcohol. He pulls out a classic Pinot, and you recognize it as the pretty expensive one Bakugou and his wife (well mostly his wife, really) offered you months ago when you’d first moved into this new home. 

“This one?” He asks.

You tilt your head slightly, pondering. “Does your mom even like red wine at all?”

“I’m actually not sure,” he thinks, frowning as he attempts to recall any time he might have caught her drinking.

You purse your lips. “I think we have a Riesling in there. It’s sweet, she might like it,” you ask, before turning back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the dinner items.

Taking a glance at your phone, you check to see if Toshinori has replied to your text message requesting his ETA. The last answer you have from him is a sticker of his own face giving you a thumbs up and it makes you stifle a laugh. It kills you every time he does it, truly Dad behavior. 

As Izuku rounds the corner of the kitchen island to place the bottles within a decorative ice bucket on the dining table, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, but then you remember his earlier deceit and shake your head.

“I cannot believe you told Inko I was pregnant!” 

He rearranges the bottles as well as a large bouquet of red, pink and white roses with a devious grin on his face, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just a little white lie.”

“Villain,” you mutter under your breath just as your timer goes off. He laughs out loud. 

The next few moments involve you laying down two fine placemats across from each other, your nicest china, far too much cutlery (based on a guide both of you read about fine dining), and sparkling crystal glasses. Herbed chicken parmesan, steaming buttery lobster, roasted brussels sprouts, garlicky mashed potatoes, and angel hair pasta lightly tossed with olive oil and stewed grape tomatoes are set on the table along a light salad. You remembered something about All Might liking Western food and wondered if this was what he was thinking of. 

Then you suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh noooo, he doesn’t drink!” you exclaim. Before you can scramble for non-alcoholic options, Izuku has placed a particularly decorative container of sparkling water on the table.

“Just ahead of you,” he says. Always ready to save the day.

Water seems a little lackluster for a romantic dinner, you consider grumbling, but the table looks so beautiful by now that you decide not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good. 

“Everything looks amazing!” You announce, clasping your hands together. Izuku agrees and starts the music while you lower the lights, a very light jazzy mix, and as though right on cue, you hear a knock on the door while Izuku begins to light the red and pink candles one by one.

It’s Inko.

She’s dressed far nicer than you usually see her, green locks fully down for once, and you can tell that she’s taken her time to actually perform the skincare routine you’d recommended for her. In fact, you consider that her skin looks a lot healthier than yours and it brings you joy. There’s even a tiny bit of blush she’s applied to her cheeks and a touch of lipstick. The greatest thing she wears however, aside from her coral pink sheath dress, is a wide smile.

“___, congratulations!”

Your mother-in-law envelops you into a hug and for a moment her genuine unbridled joy makes you feel bad that Deku had come up with such a bad lie. You mentally remind yourself to scold him later a second time as you hug her back.

“I- uh… Yeah!” There’s an awkward laugh you let out as she pulls back and holds you by your arms, small tears of joy forming in her eyes. Your stomach turns.

“He told me there would be pictures so I dressed up and-” she starts, but by this time Izuku senses your discomfort and swoops in between you to give his mother a warm hug, then leads her to her seat. 

Inko is asking so many questions - How many weeks? Have we thought of names? Are you doing okay? Are you nervous? - that she doesn’t realize her son has sat her down and unraveled a napkin to place on her lap. Nor has she noticed that there are only two placemats laid out, or that you have just gotten a text from Toshinori that says he’ll be there in five minutes.

Smiling as Izuku stands besides her and deflects all her questions, you wonder if all of this is ethical. You may be teasing Izuku for his lie, but you’ve also told All Might that you were surprising Izuku for his birthday and throwing a party.

“That’s five months early?!” He’d asked on the phone.

To which, you sang, “That’s why it’s the perfect surprise!”

You’d given him too short of a notice to ask too many questions, and it worked out perfectly well because you could hear a second knock on your door.

As Inko’s eyes flitted to the door, her frown made it clear that she was realizing something was fishy.

“Am I missing something here?” she started, but before she could press further, All Might all but burst through the door, in powered up form and in a finely pressed shirt and tie, with his signature catchphrase - 

“I AM HE-”

He stops abruptly, blinking back and forth as he searches the room significantly lacking in people, slightly dark with mood lighting, and his eyes finally settle on Inko.

And he realizes just before she does.

Inko gets to her feet quickly, immediately apologizing at the squeak of the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she scoots back, but points at All Might.

“You are-”

“Here,” they say in unison.

All Might nearly chokes as he powers down in a poof and slightly entertained but holding in your amusement, you pat his back, leading him to the seat across from Inko, who is being settled right back into her chair by Izuku massaging her shoulders.

“You tricked me,” Toshinori mutters helplessly under his breath, and you nod sweetly.

“Of course I did, All Might,” you say, patting his shoulder. He gives you a sharp glare behind him, meant to intimidate but failing miserably, then turns back to stare down at his plate.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s going on here. You can see the redness on Toshinori’s sallow cheeks and it actually stirs your heart a little. 

Izuku turns down the music from the speaker set on the bar for just a moment before clasping his hands together.

“Yes, so we lied!” He announces. “But!”

He pauses and points to the spread before them. “____ did a lovely job today with all the cooking, and we wanted to spend this Valentines’ Day focused less on us…”

With this, he takes hold of your hand and squeezes it and you can’t stop the warmth that builds in your own face. 

“… and on the two of you.”

Inko gives Izuku a look that is something like a pout but she stays seated. All Might on the other hand shifts almost uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, and for a split second you wonder, standing close to Izuku and whispering, did we go too far? in his ear, if All Might will end up leaving and making the whole ordeal genuinely uncomfortable.

But then, he clears his throat.

“M-Midoriya-san, you look lovely,” he says definitively and almost in unison, you and Izuku’s hearts skip a beat. You’re probably boring a hole in Inko’s forehead at this point as you wait for her reply, and just to make sure you don’t continue to stand there creepily you nudge Izuku to start pouring drinks.

“Thank you,” she says after a pause. Her voice is gentle. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

You almost knock over her glass of red wine in surprise and Izuku’s eyes widen in your direction, but he himself is dangerously close to overflowing Toshinori’s glass. 

You make a face and he catches himself. You both agree that it’s time to leave.

After describing the menu lightly, the two of you let them know that you’ll be returning in a couple hours and have reservations of your own. Inko mutters something teasing about being cheap to one’s parents but heavily compliments the food regardless. You notice her generously spooning pasta onto Toshinori’s plate and his distracted look as he focuses on her face.

This ship will sail, you think.

“The car’s waiting for us,” Izuku points out, grinning, as you run over with a last glance at Izuku’s parental figures. He helps you put on your coat, and you hug him tightly as the door closes behind you.

…

By the time the two of you return, it’s fairly late. You’d been polite enough to send a message to Inko and ask her if she needed more time, and she had asked for 45 more minutes, to which Izuku responded with sheer delight.

“She’s been lonely for a while to be honest,” Izuku mentions as you make it up the elevator. “I wish I had realized it earlier.”

It must have been different for Izuku who had met Toshinori young, when the wistful look had not been present in Inko’s eyes, but you’d sensed it the first time you saw Inko and All Might interact. A little something, that was subtle and polite and respected boundaries, but ever-present and shared. Was it their shared hope for Izuku’s growth? Was it something more than that? You would never truly know what it was that engendered that affection but it didn’t really matter.

What did matter was that when you finally returned, All Might’s hand held Inko’s gently across the table. He did retreat rapidly once he saw the two of you and you only pretend to bounce your eyes for privacy.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Izuku asks cheerfully, as he clears the dishes and the leftovers for them. The Riesling is nearly gone, you notice, and you wonder if All Might had ended up helping finish off the bottle.

“Absolutely!” They say in unison, then look at each other again, and you can see that gentle fire between them that rivals the still burning candles surrounding them.

“Good,” you reply. Very good.

You sit down at the table with them and share in gentle commentary and a little bit of banter before the two are ready to make their exit and relish in the genuine smile on Inko’s face.

She’s cute when she crushes, you think. It’s another side of the lovely woman who made the one you love, and you can’t wait to tease her about it later, if only to get back at her for the fact that before the “real” adults leave, they admonish you for lying.

“Pregnancy?! How could you lie about something so serious, Young Midoriya?!” 

All Might is genuinely in shock as he stands in the doorway and for once Izuku actually is a bit embarrassed because his mentor’s face is so intensely disappointed that there’s not much he can say in response. He scratches at the back of his neck.

“See, the kids were polite enough to give you a lie that was far less grave… however, how could you seriously believe in a 5 month early surprise party?” Inko asks, slapping All Might with her handbag. He makes an exaggerated pained sound, as though she knocked the wind out of him and she laughs, linking arms with him before they leave.

“Thank you again for dinner,” they say and the two of you beam.

“Our pleasure,” you say in unison then laugh.

—

It takes the changing of clothes into bare skin and soft lingerie, gentle necking between satin sheets and far too many rose petals to completely distract the two of you from the events of earlier today. You are comfortably nestled in Izuku’s arms, legs tangled with his and face pressed into his bare chest until he stirs suddenly.

“Oh my God.”

Izuku shoots up straight like a board and you can practically feel the sudden sharp panic run through his entire body. He’s muttering something unintelligible under his breath and you give him a look of confusion until he finally speaks.

“What if he Plus Ultras my mom?”

“… What?” You repeat, incredulously.

He clutches his head dramatically.

“H-he’s going to have sex…with my…” his mouth falters.

You gasp when you finally realize what he means, then pause for a moment before bursting into genuine rip-roaring laughter. Izuku stares at you in continued distress as you end up in tears, covering your face with a pillow, peeking up at him, then laughing even harder at the pallor in his features.

“You have to be kidding me?! This just occurred to you now???” You crumble into another fit, kicking your legs this time into the  mattress while Izuku is frozen as still as a statue.

He might as well be shell-shocked.

A few moments pass as you try to recollect yourself, and maybe acceptance has finally set in because he mutters under his breath something about this whole ordeal possibly being a mistake, but nevertheless pulls you to face him, cupping your face in his large hands.

“Just don’t think too hard about it,” you whisper, pushing your hand through his locks, gently rubbing the back of his head.

He sighs into your touch.

“If I do, I’ll probably lose my boner,” he says, pursing his lips to the side. You laugh again and he eventually melts into a smile, and kisses you on the nose.

As he pulls back, his demeanor changes into something more smug, a tease. It’s the type of look he has when he’s about to be lewd and it’s a sudden shift but you welcome it.

“What?”

His eyes lower to your lips again, and he bites your lower one, then pulls back slowly.

“You know how I got in trouble for saying you were pregnant?”

“For lying,” you corrected him, with a raised eyebrow. He dips down and bites your upper lip, slower and more sensual this time. The sting of the bite has you wanting for a little more than just kisses, and he’s well aware of it.

He trails a finger up the curve of your thigh then rests his hand on your hip. Rubbing gently, he whispers, tone low and rich.

“What if we made it true tonight?”

Your throat dries and you swallow hard. He takes it as a yes and hooks a finger around the crotch of your panties, then another finger rubs up and down your slit. He stops right at the entrance to your pussy and presses inward. You wince. 

A thumb finds your clit and his lips find yours again. There’s a deeper kiss this time, and he pulls back once again.

“What do you think?” He asks, and the fact that he is starting to take more strained breaths is not lost on you. 

“Are you sure you can guarantee that in one night?” He’s far too confident, and you do like to shake it teasingly, once in a while.

“It’s not like I didn’t do the math,” he says. “You should be right around ovulation based on the last time I did a tampon and ice cream run for you,” he insists.

His fingers are still working and you gasp as he adds another.

“Izuku…,” you moan.

“I just need to cum inside you,” he insists, and with that he shifts so that he’s on top of you, hissing into your ear as your back arches and his hands pump.

“Once, twice… maybe ten times,” he says, with extra emphasis on the word ‘ten’, his fingers freeing themselves from the hold of your walls. You already miss the sensation of him inside you, and you grip his shoulders tightly.

“How’s that sound?” He asks, watching the lowering of your eyelids and the parting of your lips,  your green lights.

You tense as he dips down to take a breast in his mouth, then relax, wrapping your arms around the expanse of his muscled back.

You don’t mind giving birth to a Scorpio.

“Let’s make an honest man out of you,” you murmur into his neck, bracing yourself for his first glide in.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #all might x inko #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's valentines #mimi's notes

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 4-

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Approximately 2,920 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Mentions of violence sort of, Mild sexually suggestive language.

A/n: I have a big work week ahead of me so I may not be able to get much done in terms of writing and especially in terms of art, but I am excited to write out more chapters. In this chapter there is pretty much just fluff so I wasn't sure of what to write for warnings (I'm so bad at knowing what should be a warning I'm so sorry). Enjoy this chapter and the art, leave a like or a comment, Re-blogs greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 4

A month has passed since you moved to Fuller, Texas into a property left to you by a distant relative. You visited the Hewitt family at least two or three times a week and made close friends with Luda Mae; every now and then you would see Tommy, and Luda Mae would try to get him to talk to you but he would just freeze and avoid contact. Eventually he would be able to stay in the same area when you were there but never in the same room, he would just quietly watch from the doorway of the next room or outside. His avoidant and distant behavior did not help your budding feelings for him nor your desire to speak to him.

The other day, you were invited to dinner by Luda Mae and you offer to cook for them so you can bond over some good food. You spent most of the day repairing small bits of damage in the house, and making sure the pipes in the home had proper fittings. You took your time cooking large decadent dishes to impress the Hewitt's, mashed potatoes, fried asparagus, a hefty salad, and some finely glazed roast chicken with grilled corn. This food was the kind to make family out of friends and you were so excited to share it; the chocolate cake you baked the night before was ready to be frosted with your own recipe for vanilla icing.

Once the food was packed away in some bags, you got changed into a black summer dress that had a flower pattern in red, you put on a pair of red flats, some makeup, and a spritz of expensive perfume. The walk to the Hewitt house lasts only about ten minutes but the bags of food started to weigh you down and make you wish you had taken the car. When you reach the driveway, you have to set the bags down and take a rest. As you catch your breath and shake out your arms, you hear heavy foot steps coming towards you, when you look up you see Tommy, he looked different, he looked… good.

Despite still wearing the dark leather half-mask, you were actually able to see a lot of his face due to his hair being oiled back slick. His heaving chest was pressing against his black T-shirt that hugged his torso and really showed just how thick with muscle he was. He had new looking jean pants that clung to his thighs and a belt buckle that shone in the evening sky. His shoes were especially interesting, he had on a freshly shined pair of black snake skin cowboy boots tucked under his jean cuffs. You could not believe how well this massive recluse cleans up, and while he was still extremely intimidating, his fresh appearance was so overwhelming that you couldn’t speak.

He walks right up to you but doesn’t look you in the eye, he just takes your bags and stands behind you waiting for you to start walking to the door. His height was unlike anything you have ever seen, your head reached the base of his pecs. You were blushing so much, you could feel your cheeks flush with heat, you say to him,

“T-thank you”

He holds the heavy bags like they were nothing, his hands are huge and rough, his exposed arms were thick with muscle but riddled with scars that made you curious. He doesn’t say a word as you both walk up to the front door where he then opens it for you and waits for you to enter. Luda is already at the entrance wearing a pretty tea length dress in pastel blue, with yellow birds, her hair is in a pinned up-do, she greets you,

“Evenin’! I see Thomas helped you with your things, what a good boy he is”

You smile “Yeah, I’m glad he came to help honestly. I didn’t realize how tough it was going to be walking here with those bags being so heavy, I should have driven down haha”

Luda Mae takes your hand and leads you inside saying “Well come on in! Let’s get this stuff to the table so we can all eat, I’m sure you’re hungry”

You get to the table which is set nicely, the dishes seem to all be bone china with flowery designs along the outer edges, the large table is rustic and humble, but cozy. Luda Mae calls everyone to the table and tells you to sit at the end of the table, Charlie who is wearing a worn dress shirt that is too big for him and a red bowtie, attempts to sit next to you but Luda Mae snaps at him,

“NOT THERE CHARLIE, THAT’S TOMMYS SEAT!”

Charlie sighs and gets up; he looks at you,

“Oh, I see how it is” he gives you a wink.

Tommy comes in last and stands in the doorway, Luda Mae calls over to him,

“Come Thomas, you take your seat right next to Y/N”

He glances at you from under his brow and goes and sits in the chair next you making sure he is not touching you. He is such a big man that he is still towering over you even while sitting. Luda Mae takes her seat and says,

“Now then, let’s all say grace. Charlie, if you’ll do the honors”

Charlie rolls his eyes and starts “Dear lord, bless this here food, even though it ain’t like what were used to, bless it anyway”

Luda Mae scoffs adding “And bless Y/N for makin’ the effort to make us a lovely dinner tonight. Were eternally grateful for you bringin’ us Tilly, who bought them cows and chickens for us so we may absolve our sinful ways, amen”

You were feeling a bit confused at what she meant by ‘sinful ways’ but they all said amen so you just ignored it. The dinner started and everyone began to dig in to the dishes you prepared. Tommy waited until you took some food for yourself and then he started grabbing some scoops of the food to load onto his plate, Luda Mae sees this and says,

“Thomas is a big boy; he needs a lot of food to keep himself strong. I apologize if he seems greedy” she gave a serious look at Tommy who slowly put the mashed potato spoon down.

You feel a tinge of sadness at Luda Mae scolding Tommy, you reply,

“Oh no please, let’s eat as much as we can tonight so I don’t have to bring so much home. I made more than enough; I think”

Tommy glances at you, Luda Mae says “Well alright then Tommy, go ahead then, just make sure everyone else gets some”

Charlie laughs “Tommy boy eats more than the damn hogs do, I swear there’s nothin’ left when he’s near food, gotta eat quick!”

Luda Mae whacks Charlie’s shoulder for him to shut up but he just laughs, you giggle at the playful nature of this family and you feel comfortable around them, you feel a closeness to people that you hadn’t felt since the last time you saw your best friend. You can’t help but make quick glances at Tommy to be able to drink in his appearance for your memory to retrieve when you need it. You felt the nerves in your stomach tightening causing a slight cramp, you had a massive crush on Tommy and it was time to admit it to yourself. Tommy ate his food at a decent pace, each bite was small enough to fit through the slit in his mask; you still didn’t understand why he wore it but you were too afraid to ask in case it was something he was sensitive about.

Luda Mae see’s you watching Tommy and she smiles,

“We all made sure to look nice for you tonight, it’s a special occasion to have a guest cooking us dinner, right Charlie?”

He just nods and scarfs down the food on his plate, Luda Mae gives him a stern look but he doesn’t react, she continues,

“Thomas doesn’t have many clothes that fit him given that he’s such a big strong boy, but we were able to find some nice clothes in storage. What do you think Y/N? Does he look handsome?”

Tommy widens his eyes and looks over quickly at Luda Mae, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I think he looks amazing” you blurted out without even thinking, you felt embarrassed for not saying something less abrupt, -Oh god they probably think I’m desperate or something, why didn’t I just say he looks nice!?- Luda Mae smiled even bigger and Tommy quickly looked back at you in shock that anyone other than his mother would say something positive about him, especially about how he looked. Luda Mae looks at you and gives a cheeky smirk saying,

“I know Thomas thinks you look very beautiful tonight, don’t you Thomas?”

Tommy looked at Luda Mae and then quickly looked back at you, he was so flustered and you noticed the top of his cheeks that weren’t hidden by the mask began to flush with a rosy pink. Luda Mae continued,

“Well Thomas? Don’t be rude to our guest, you tell her she looks nice!”

You felt bad for Tommy who was put on the spot by Luda Mae’s question, you wished so badly to hear the answer but Tommy just looked down at his plate with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. You smiled at the sight of such a large grown man reacting like an embarrassed teen, you could almost hear the squeal of protest ‘Mom! You’re embarrassing me!’. You giggled to yourself, this was the most fun you had had with people in ages, you were so lonely back in Rivers Manitoba that even the rare relationship you got into would fizzle out so quickly from them being abusive or losing interest. You felt safe with the Hewitts, even if the things Dover said to you were true about them, you didn’t care, you wanted to be part of a family, this family.

Eventually dinner finished and the cake was brought out by Luda Mae, she cut some large slices for everyone and when she took the first bite her eyes widened and she said,

“My, you’re an incredible cook Y/N. This is the best darn thing I have ever eaten since my mama’s banana cream pie”

Charlie took a bite and slammed the table, which startled you and made Tommy give him an angry look, he said,

“WHEW GIRLIE, THIS IS SINFUL!”

Tommy looked at his slice and took a small piece on his fork and bit into it, his eyes closed and he let out a deep breath through his nose as he leaned his head back allowing you to see just how thick his neck was. There was some stubble peeking through from under his mask and it made your heart flutter, this was a fully-grown, red-blooded man, and you had a flash of an intrusive thought fly through your mind of him leaning his head back from a different kind of pleasure; you shook your head and looked away, trying to suppress a smirk that was trying to creep its way onto your face. Luda Mae looks over at you and asks,

“Are you alright dear?”

You snap back into reality and reply “Yes, sorry I just got… dizzy, must be from all the good food”

Luda Mae is looking a bit concerned,

“Let me get you some more water sweetheart, maybe you are just hot”

You feel a sense of embarrassment at the passing thought you had, it was really unlike you to be so turned on by a man, but Tommy was no ordinary man and he was bringing out feelings in you that you never knew you had. Luda Mae comes back with some ice water and gently places a hand on your shoulder, and pours some water in the glass in front of you. This woman was so motherly to you, the month that went by just reinforced these feelings as every time you met up with her, she was always concerned with how you were doing and trying to get you to rest or talk about deep feelings, she was a large comfort to you.

The night finally concluded after so much laughter and conversation between you, Luda Mae, and Charlie. Tommy had gotten up after cake and left the table before the night was over which made you feel a bit anxious that he was uncomfortable but you had fun despite the anxiety. When you got your things and placed them back in the bags, you said goodnight to Charlie as Luda Mae walked you out saying,

“Don’t let Dover bug you anymore ok hun? He used to make Tilly so upset but eventually he left her alone once she got close with us, I reckon he will do the same with you once he realizes who you’re friendly with. If you feel scared walking back, have Thomas, take you, he is in the barn there”

You thank her and say goodbye, maybe getting Tommy to walk you back would be a good idea so Dover would stop popping out of bushes to tell you how stupid he thinks you are and how badly he wants you to leave. You make your way down to the barn and see Tommy sitting on a bale of hay staring out the open barn doors, the bright shine of the moon casting a silver light on him. You walk up to him and say,

“Hey, Thomas, would you please walk me back to my house? I don’t want to deal with Dover harassing me.”

You see him look over at you and he nods slowly, getting up and moving over to face you, his hand held out to signal you to give him your bags so he could carry them for you. He waited to let you walk in front of him but you didn’t move, you spoke,

“Can…I walk next to you?”

Tommy looked surprised but he nodded and followed next to you out of the barn, you both made your way to the road, he was making sure to keep your pace so he didn’t get ahead of you. The sky had thick dark clouds rolling through it but the moon held its bright glare, coating you both with a cold light, you looked up at Tommy who was remaining silent as he walked next to you, his brows were relaxed and his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of him. You felt so safe with him, he was like a large guard dog, keeping watch of your surroundings and staying close to you, ensuring that he keeps his pace in line with yours.

You smile, the fact that you were alone with him was exciting, you wish you were able to say something but you couldn’t find the words. Just as you were giving thought to something to say, he looks down at you and catches you smiling at him. He looks at you confused, why would anyone smile at the likes of him? His whole life he was ridiculed and made fun of for his appearance, a girl never gave him even a glance and the ones he liked screamed when he came near them. You were different, you were beautiful and kind, and you smiled at him, no screaming or running away, he felt good being around you, he felt safe with you, but this was a different kind of safe to the one you felt, this was trust.

You both got to your driveway and he walked you up to the door, setting your bags down, you turned to him and said,

“I really appreciate you walking me to my home Thomas, you’re a really nice man”

Tommy’s eyes met yours and he nodded, you went to pick up your bags but stopped when you saw him pointing at you,

“Yes?”

He continues to point at you, you try to look around if there’s a stain or bug but he just goes and reaches for the dress fabric on your shoulder and points at that, you smile and reply,

“Oh, my dress! You never told me if you liked it”

He nods and gives a thumbs up, you laugh and thank him. You grab your bag and make your way inside, turning to give him one last look and say,

“Goodnight Thomas, I hope we get to spend more time together soon”

You gently shut the door and Tommy turns to leave, his cheeks are warm and his eyes wide; You, a beautiful woman, want to spend time with a monster like him? The things he has done in the past for his family were evil, his past was stained forever with the blood of the many victims taken by his hands. He tried to push down his budding feelings because he knew deep down that an innocent angel like you would never accept his sins. The walk back to his home was full of mixed emotions, he was scared to get closer to you in case you find out about his past and react like the girls from his past would, screaming at him in horror and fear. He couldn’t help but have hope though, you were after all, different.

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh

[ladylooch]

Just thinking while I'm excited to see Lucie and Connor's reaction to Lio and Sav having a baby...

Did we see Nico/Lexi and Emma/Timos reactions to eachother announcing their pregnancies?

So, we saw Emma tell Nico about Lio in part 4 of Loving & Leaving. Probably not as exciting as she had anticipated with her first. But let's look at how Nico and Lexi tell Timo and Emma about Lucie...

It's Sunday night family dinner at Timo and Emma's new house in the suburbs. They moved in almost a year ago now, but it still feels new for Nico and Lexi having to drive to see them.

Timo greets them at the door with a sleepy Lio, a pacifier stuffed into his mouth. His head is on Timo's shoulder but he grins widely when he sees his auntie and uncle.

"Hi buddy!" Nico exclaims, wiggling his finger into Lio's fist. Lio grins around his pacifier, then reached for Uncle Nee to snuggle. Knowing he is going to have one of these soon, Nico holds Lio extra tight.

Dinner is ribeye steaks, perfectly grilled by Timo, salad and roasted rosemary potatoes. Nico and Lexi were in charge of dessert, which is homemade and will help them reveal their biggest, most precious secret: Lexi is pregnant with their first baby. Lio is going to have a baby cousin soon and although it is still early- Lexi is only 8 weeks pregnant- they don't want to wait anymore.

"Are we ready for dessert?" Lexi asks, anxious to reveal the cake to her sister and brother in law.

"Yeah!" Nico nods along, giving Lexi a kiss on the cheek that feels giddy against her skin. She chuckles, turning to capture his lips for a moment.

They all grab their dishes and pile them up by the sink to be taken care of later. Emma grabs the cake from the back counter, then finds the small, dessert plates in the cupboard.

"Do you want to cut it up?" Emma asks, handing over the knife to Lexi.

"Yeah! Also, actually, I worked really hard on this cake. I was wondering if you could take a picture of Nico and I with it?"

"Sure." Emma says brightly, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She watches them get together. "Nico, get in closer. Act like you like her." His sister rolls her eyes. Nico is trying to create separation so that when Emma inevitable flings herself at Lexi, he can move away from the chaos. For now, he scoots in closer. Lexi takes the foil off the cake, then grins as she tilts the cake towards them.

"Whoa!" Timo exclaims when he sees it. Emma is too busy taking pictures.

"Yeah, work those Hischier dimples." Emma giggles at her brother, then pulls her phone down, looking back at the picture. Her eyes drift over the cake, then she slaps her hand over her mouth as she shouts.

Written in red atop white frosting are the words: We are going to be parents!

"Oh my god!!!!!" Emma starts screaming. She shoves her brother out of the way, grabbing Lexi hard into her chest as she bounces up and down. "You're pregnant!!!!"

"I am!!!"

"When are you due!?"

"December 4th!"

"Oh my god!" Emma starts to cry, gripping Lexi's shoulders. "Oh, you are going to be the best mama." Emma assures her. Lexi's eyes begin to well with tears.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Emma insists. Gratitude of not having to do any of this alone blossoms in Lexi's chest. Emma is here for her. "How are you? Tell me everything. Oh! Do you need ginger ale? I felt so icky after I ate with Lio."

"Actually, yeah, I have really needed that after eating."

"I was the same. Those mini cans are life savers." Emma says before she dashes off to the pantry. Nico wraps his arms around his wife, holding her close to his chest. Across the counter, Timo holds Lio, swaying from side to side as the little boy’s eyelashes get heavy from sleep.

"You two are going to love being parents. It's amazing." Timo sigh happily. "All of your love wrapped up in a perfect blend of the two of you... it's indescribable." He smoothes Lio’s hair back, all of the adults watching as he finally surrenders to sleep.

#what my world spins around au #tm: loving & leaving

[writerpetals]

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She has you wrapped around her pinky finger with every move, every touch, every kiss against your lips… and anywhere else she wishes in the moment. The two of you shouldn’t be hidden away in your office at your company’s holiday party, but after a few drinks and boring conversation with your co-workers, she pulled you away quietly to have some fun. 

“Do you want me to get fired?” you whisper, though there shouldn’t be anyone else on the top floor of your building at this hour. Your co-workers and bosses are downstairs mingling, drinking, and eating everything but the potato salad as bland holiday music mixes with their voices and she can only giggle at your worry. “If someone finds us up here… like this…” 

Like this would be with your back pressed against your office door, her hands roaming your body, her lips pressing to every inch of skin you currently have uncovered. Damn your red, button down dress shirt. At least your skirt is shorter than usual, and she notices the moment her hands reach for your thighs.

“You worry too much, babe,” she says casually, as if her body isn’t pressed hard against your own. As if your nipples aren’t aching from needing to get her home and the throbbing between your thighs isn’t screaming at you to let her continue. Damn the alcohol, too. “Everyone’s drunk downstairs. You think anyone will actually walk up here to see me playing with your pussy?” 

With that, she snakes one hand between your thighs. Instantly, your body reacts, rolling your hips against the fingers that press to the base of your panties. Instinctively, your legs part for her, but with her body so close to your own, one of your knees press between her own thighs beneath her dress. The contact must have been obvious from the way she releases a soft moan, eyes closing as her fingers toy with your clothed slit. 

“Kinda wanna make you come,” she giggles the words. Always the mischievous one, of course she would put you in such a situation. Not that you can complain when her hand begins to feel beyond amazing, but maybe it’s the alcohol talking. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re sneaking around, any moment the threat of getting caught on the back of your mind. She moans again, and suddenly you feel the heat of her own pussy pressing against the thigh that was shoved between her legs. “I wanna make you moan, even though you should be quiet in case someone can hear. We both know how loud you can get when I fuck your pussy with my fingers, baby.”

As she speaks, she slips your panties to one side to uncover your swollen slit. Carefully, she eases the pads of her fingers over your flesh, earning a shiver racing down your spine in return. As she does so, she begins moving her hips against your body, the heat of her folds pressing against the exposed flesh of your thigh. You think you can feel her arousal soaking through her panties already, but with the way she teases you with her fingers and words, you just aren’t sure. Your body is beginning to get just as overwhelmed as your mind as she slips her fingers over your slit, back and forth, playing with your pussy just like she said she would.

“You’re literally evil, you know that?” You groan the question in its playful manner, eyes closing and head falling back against the door. You can never deny her. After all, you’re wrapped around her in all the best ways, and decide to give in even if there’s a risk of getting caught. You hike your leg a little higher, pressing your thigh against her body to have a quiet gasp fill the dim office. Reaching for her, you pull her closer, feeling her completely against you, wet heat grinding over you. 

“You love me,” she giggles again just before she begins to ease two of her fingers inside you. You feel her dip the tips into your juices for a moment, gathering up the honey on her flesh before she sinks the digits into your cunt. Another gasp fills the office, but now it’s from you.

“I do,” you reply in a groan, brow creasing, lips falling open. Now you’re the one to roll your hips against her as she rides your thigh. Soft little moans spill from her lips, getting lost in the pleasure but she doesn’t stall her motions. 

A tightened grip on her hip encourages her to continue pressing her pussy against you, arousal soaking through her panties, coating your flesh as she works herself against your thigh. She leans closer, head falling into the crook of your neck, lips pressing to your throat as she becomes desperate. Soft, breathless whimpers fill your ear when she presses down against you, becoming greedy for pleasure as the moment takes hold.

She doesn’t stop fucking you with her fingers, however. She buries the digits deep within your dripping walls, earning just as many soft moans and quiet whimpers of her name. The bliss takes hold, no longer caring about the alcohol, or the party downstairs, or anyone that might intrude on the moment. You’re lost in the pleasure she offers, only wanting to reach your end as she does the same. 

“Feels so good,” you tell her with a strained tongue. The heat swells in the pit of your stomach. Every time she thrusts her fingers deeper, her palm presses against your clit, massaging your flesh in the best way possible. The sensations leave your body trembling, feeling even more intense pleasure from the position of both of your bodies. 

“I’m getting close,” she moans into your ear, so breathless and urgent it sends goosebumps flooding your skin as a surge of red hot heat courses through you. Her motions between your thighs become desperate to bring you closer to the edge as she grinds her dripping cunt over your thigh. You feel her trembling against you, holding her close by her waist to encourage her quick, dire movements. “Fuck… feels so good,” she cries out, the words mumbled on her lips as she brings herself that much closer to orgasm. 

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper the words, putting your pleasure aside because she’s made herself a complete mess riding your thigh. “Let me feel your pussy against me when you come, baby… just like that.”

The sinful words seem to do the trick as she releases a sudden gasp into the air. Her body suddenly goes slack against you as she cries out in pleasure, hips moving until she loses all control. The pleasure takes hold as she comes undone against your thigh, head falling to your shoulder, heavy breaths filling your ear until she grows too weak. 

You soothe her down with kisses against her temple, forgetting just how close you were to your own end to care for her for a moment. 

“Oh my God,” she begins giggling quietly, still a little breathless, “my legs are still shaking.” Chuckling at that, you look into her eyes the moment she raises her head to peek at you. There’s a glossiness to her gaze. From the alcohol and the pleasure, you’re sure sleep is setting in, but she isn’t quite done with you yet.

Suddenly, her hand that went slack is finding its way back to your pussy. Her fingers press to your slit, finding your swollen, aching clit quickly enough to begin massaging circles into your flesh.

“You’re so wet,” she whispers, biting her lip for a second to hold back another giggle. “Mm, if we were home I would be tasting your pussy until you come on my tongue.” It doesn’t take her long to recover the strength to become so devilish with her words once again. You know it’s only to work you up, to get you back to that spot that you were at before she came.

And it’s doing wonders as she plays with your clit. You feel the tension coiling once more, the heat swelling. Your hips move with her motions, quick and urgent as she pleasures you. 

“Would you like that?” She asks unprompted, knowing what her words can do to you. “Maybe I should do it anyway. I bet you would like it if someone saw my tongue buried between your thighs.”

You can barely think straight thanks to her words filling your head and her hand between your legs. She quickens her pace, drawing small circles into your flesh. Messy sounds fill the room thanks to the increasing arousal dripping down your thighs for her. You’re so lost in pleasure, knowing it won’t take much more for you to topple over the edge of bliss. 

“I bet you taste so yummy right now, so wet and so close to coming. I can feel you shaking, baby.” She giggles again, taunting you with every deliciously evil syllable until you can take no more.

Your thighs tighten around her hand just as the warmth barrels from your pussy to reach every inch of your body. The pleasure comes on so suddenly, so strong you feel weak in the knees, doubling over to lean against her body to ride the wave of bliss. She plays with your clit as you do so, loving how you moan her name, ego fueled by you whimpering how good it feels. She enjoys every second of watching you become a complete mess, dipping over her flesh, calling out for her breathlessly until it all becomes too much. 

You push her hand away softly. She giggles in return before leaving kisses against your lips. Your breaths are heavy and you can barely stand up straight, mumbling something about needing to get home immediately, and she agrees, giving you another quick kiss against your lips before leading you out of your office. 

#blackpink smut #marvel smut #twilight smut #harry potter smut #jennie smut #twice smut #dreamcatcher smut #red velvet smut #itzy smut #mamamoo smut #aespa smut #jisoo smut #girl group smut #gidle smut

[powerofelvis]

Meeting The Family w/Elvis (Sweet Inspiration Headcanon)

Warnings: Fluffy as can be! Slight thoughts about reader being pregnant with his child, family bonding, talks about future, Elvis and his big appetite

A/N: This is my very first headcanon based off of my Sweet Inspiration fic. I definitely see that this is gonna have a world of its own so I’m gonna write a few because of my friends who share the same delusional ideas as me. Special thanks to @austinbutler-91 and @flwrs4aust for giving me this idea. The Sweet Inspiration world is now beginning ;)

Elvis follows you everywhere, in fact, he wouldn’t let you go anywhere without him.

The thought of Elvis attending your family’s barbecue made you nervous as he had never met your family before.

Your sisters were excited that Elvis and the mafia were coming up to New Jersey, telling everyone to be on their best behavior.

“Mama, ya don’t have to roll out the red carpet, I already have that happening enough.”

You couldn’t dispute your sisters or your parents, reminding them that you were exclusively dating the man but he was also your vocal coach.

You spent the night before the trip, preparing Elvis on the different personalities that your family had.

Your mama reminded him of his own mother, loving everyone that she came in contact with. 

She often was called “mama” by strangers because she never knew a stranger. 

Your father on the other hand was a preacher by nature, meek and straightforward as his daughters were his world. 

You were more worried about Elvis getting along with your father than your mother, his straightforwardness often scaring boys away all of your life. 

“Don’t cha worry, chocolate mama. I’m good with the parents.” 

The day that you were set to arrive in New Jersey, you couldn’t shake the nervousness that you felt at Elvis meeting your family.

Your family was welcoming, making sure that Elvis and his friends had comfortable living arrangements. 

He couldn’t sleep in your room though. 

The first night in New Jersey, Elvis took you out for a night of the town.

Takes you to a clothing store, letting you pick out the dress that you had your eye on before you left town. 

Carries your bags because he’s still the southern gentleman regardless of how much he had changed over the years.

“If I knew that ya liked shopping so much, chocolate, I would’ve taken you a while ago.”

You both returned home before Dawn, giggling and whispering about how your family would skin you alive if you did this as a teenager.

Your mother prepared breakfast the next morning, Elvis standing by her side as he listens to her tell stories about you as a child.

Your mother did remind him of his mother, always wearing a smile even if she was tired. 

HIS FIRST BARBECUE!

Elvis had plenty of barbecues that he threw at Graceland, you even attended a few.

His nerves were all over the place as he had when he first met you in the International.

You were excited as well. 

You dressed in the yellow sundress that he bought you the night before, putting a Daisy in your curly locks. 

Elvis could have fallen over, your bronze skin glowing in the New Jersey sun as you helped your mother in the kitchen with the food. 

Pictures you barefoot and round with his baby as you stir the potato salad at Graceland. 

He loves potato salad! 

How cute his face was when he saw you in the kitchen stirring up the potato salad.

Wraps his arms around you in the kitchen out of sight from your father as he watches you. 

The smell of the potatoes and your shea butter lotion stirs up an erection in his pants.

“You make the best potato salad, mama.”

“Yeah because there’s no raisins in it.”

“You know I don’t like no damn raisins, chocolate.”

It takes everything in him not to bend you over the counter, taking you before the rest of your family arrives. 

As your family arrives, he disappears to meet them. 

Follows you and your mother around like a lost puppy, before he is found with Jerry and Myrna (who were now dating at this point).

He loves talking with your cousin Junior about his music career, sharing pointers about guitars and blues music. 

Nearly cleans his entire plate, barbecue sauce over his mouth and chin.

You clean his face off with a napkin, laughing at how childishly cute he was.

“El, you’re a mess honey. Please.” 

Laughs as his blue eyes shined at your hand patting the sauce away from his lips.

He was a fan of chicken skin, stealing the skin that you peeled off your chicken thigh before placing it nicely on your plate. 

Loves your mother’s sweet potato pie, begging her for the recipe so that you could make it for him as he pleases.

LINE DANCES!

Elvis follows your lead as you teach him the moves to Slow Twistin’ by Chubby Checker.

Your family loves his moves.

Your little cousins are learning his dance moves as he dances along to some of his songs.

Watch you as you speak with your sisters about your next shows, holding a platter of fried green tomatoes.

His big appetite became a favorite from your parents, especially your mother.

Your father bonded with him over religion, singing spirituals as the sun set.

As your family leaves, they all speak about how they want Elvis to visit more often.

Spends the rest of the night helping you and your family clean the dishes and put away the food.

Sneaks off with another piece of sweet potato pie while he talks with your father.

“That boy sure does love potato pie, songbird.”

Sits around the fireplace, singing songs with your family as he plays the piano that sits in your family’s living room.

Plays with your fingers as he talks about his dreams of having a strong nuclear family.

Dreams of his children visiting their grandparents and having barbecues like your family.

“Would you want to have children in the future, songbird?”

Kisses you as he tells you that he wouldn’t mind having mixed children with your curly hair and his eyes.

Your family asks for Elvis to return for Christmas later that year.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but only if Y/N would be okay with it.”

“You know that I would, silly.” You playfully nudged him with your elbow as you sat beside him at the piano. 

He had to leave the next day, his engagement with the International picked up later that night.

Hugs your mother, kissing her cheek as he wishes her well.

Shakes your father’s hand as he promises him that he would take care of you as long as he could.

“You’re a good man, son. I’m grateful that my daughter has you.”

That makes him smile as he nods his head at the older man, taking you by the hand as you both leave your family’s home.

His smile couldn’t be contained as he thought about his weekend with your family.

“Songbird, this is the nuclear family that I’ve been wantin’. I think I wanna make an honest woman outta ya one day.”

As you returned with him back to Las Vegas, you couldn’t stop thinking about how welcoming your family was with the man that you loved. 

Not to mention, he loved your mama’s cooking so he was definitely a keeper. 

Only time would tell before those mixed children he was talking about came back with you when you had the next barbecue. 

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[layersoflies]

Annual Samhain Dinner

We set up our ancestral altar/ofrenda yesterday - I love that this has become a tradition for our family, one that our 7-year old daughter brings up and is just normal for her to do. I find it so meaningful. A family friend’s dog passed away recently, and she asked if we could put his picture on our ofrenda. Before dinner we read a couple prayers from the Samhain book in the Llewelyn Sabbath Essentials series, this one by Diana Rajchel.

Tonight’s dinner consisted of:

Tossed salad

Biscuits

Hard cider (for me)

Oven roasted purple sweet potatoes*

Pumpkin & vegetable stew**

*I didn’t even know these were a thing until I saw them in the grocery store - I’m not even sure if they’re yams or sweet potatoes or what but they are purple on the inside and really yummy. We roasted them with garlic, rosemary, sage, thyme, salt/pepper and olive oil

**Stew made with pumpkin, red-skinned potatoes, carrots, caramelized onions, garlic, and a bit of seasoning - usually we use vegetable bouillon but we ran out

Have a blessed Samhain

#witchblr #witchcraft #mine #sabbats #samhain #pagan #ofrenda #altar #kitchen witch

[pacthesis]

nostalgic food

i’ll want to reference this in the future

gỏi cuốn (spring roll with chicken, egg, rice noodle, carrot, lettuce, avocado)

peanut sauce is just peanut butter+water, hoisin+sriracha sauce, and a tiny bit of sesame oil (tastes good with almost anything imo)

yellow curry

rice noodle with chicken, potatoes, yams, onions, carrots in a creamy coconut milk and yellow curry paste broth

lemon juice and salt mix with garlic chili for dipping

bò kho (vietnamese beef stew)

kho is a cooking technique where a protein is braised in a mixture of fish sauce, sugar, and water or coconut juice to make a salty/savory result

bread dips in stew beef/potatoes dip in lime juice/salt/pepper mix

cucumber slices to offset the salty

xá xíu (cantonese style bbq pork)

the seasoning mix is made of sugar, powdered soy sauce, onion and garlic powder, and spices

the pink color very much freaked out middle schoolers at lunch

cơm tấm (broken rice, grilled pork, egg, pickled carrots/daikon with scallions/oil garnish and fish sauce)

bún bò huế (thick round rice noodle with beef soup)

more "fun" than phở imo

bún bò broth: spicy salty flavor (lemongrass, spicy chili, fermented shrimp paste, fish sauce)

phở broth: earthy sweet flavor (cinnamon, star anise, onion, ginger, garlic, herbs)

bánh mì (baguette sandwich with chả lụa (pork sausage), xá xíu (cantonese style bbq pork) coriander leaf (cilantro), cucumber, pickled carrots, and pickled daikon combined with pâté and buttery mayonnaise)

salmon instead of nem nướng̣ (viet grilled pork) with bánh hỏi (rice vermicelli)

feat nori (dried edible seaweed)

wrapped with lettuce and dipped in nước mắm (fish sauce)

bánh cuốn (rice noodle rolls filled with ground meat, wood ear mushrooms, onions)

topped with chả lụa (pork sausage) and fried red onions and nước mắm (fermented salted fish sauce)

a fav of grandpa's

pizza man mispronounces it as "bun goo" which makes my mom giggle cause the way he says goo sounds like penis

bánh tét (glutinous rice rolled in a banana leaf into a thick, log-like cylindrical shape, with a mung bean and pork filling)

bánh rán (deep fried sesame ball filled with mung bean)

bánh da lợn "pig skin cake" (tapioca starch, rice flour, mung bean, taro, coconut milk)

bánh bột chiên (fried taro rice cake, a fav of pizza man)

phở (broth: earthy sweet flavor- cinnamon, star anise, onion, ginger, garlic, herbs)

ive called phở mid but while eating this i was like huh this is good actually then my dad says this time he simmered chicken bones for hours like he's supposed to instead of using canned broth

improvised bún thịt nướng (rice noodle bowl with chopped grilled pork, egg roll, veggies, crushed peanuts, fish sauce)

a way to deal with leftover noodles from gỏi cuốn

every time i eat this i think of the time me and pizza man were in new orleans and he asked if i wanted to eat at a viet place and i was surprised cause he's not really into a lot of viet food but anyway i got bún thịt nướng

thịt kho (pork with eggs braised in sticky savory caramel of sugar, fish sauce, coconut water)

i have distinct flashbacks of being in the middle school cafeteria with my thịt kho and kids around me going "what is that??", "ewwww" lol

cháo (rice porridge with chicken or a white meat fish- often served with crunchy cabbage salad)

my dad likes it with youtiao (chinese donuts)

being sick means eating this! but we also eat it a lot when we’re not sick!

when my mom was young she would say yes to any dude that asked her out and order an obscene amount of food/the most expensive things on the menu and never hear from them again but my dad took her to a cháo place cause that was his favorite but apparently for cheapskates

he proposed two weeks later and she said yes

my mom is such a menace i wanna be just like her

[nova-dracomon]

Vegan Kin Food Ideas

S'up! So, we've been seeing a lot of kin food posts, but the focus is always on meat. Then when vegan or vegetarian options are listed it's like salad + fruit and that's it. We've been vegan for some years now so here's a list of things we eat that we think others might enjoy too!

A piece of advice we found helpful is to think about the food item you miss and break it down into what exactly you miss. If you miss eating gems, is it the appearance? The crunch? Gritty texture or dry taste? In that spirit of that, our list will be largely broken up by texture/experience.

Crunch Crunch Snacks

This includes snacks/sides that get your jaws working or have a satisfying "snap" to them.

Roasted chickpeas

Kale chips

Ants on a log (celery, peanut butter and raisins)

Hummus + baby bell peppers/sugar snap peas/carrots

Granola / cereals (a lot of types are vegan, read the ingredients before purchasing)

Banana chips

Nuts + seeds

Popcorn (avoid "buttery" packages, buy plain or kettle corn)

Peanut butter pretzels (crunchy outside, delicious soft inside)

Smartie candies

Keep your cookies/chocolate bars in the fridge or freezer

Also, load cookies up with extra nuts/seeds/choco chips

Soft, but with some crunch

This section is for dishes/sides that are overall easier on the teeth, but with elements that still crunch or snap. If you're looking for recipes that combine different texture elements check these out.

Lentil nachos + nacho cheese sauce

"Crunchwrap" (quesadilla made with refried beans and homemade cheese sauce that we open and place tortilla chips and lettuce inside after grilling)

Tempeh bacon (we like this on a BLT or grilled cheese sandwich)

Crispy tofu sandwiches

Grilled asparagus

Apple slices with nut butter

Pickles

Apple turnovers

Vegan sushi (there's a ton of recipes, check out these two collections to get started X, X)

Falafel (can be used a hundred different ways, sandwiches, wraps, on it's own, etc.)

Roasted chickpeas again, but with a caveat**: You can roast them at 350 F for 30 mins and they'll be cooked enough to pop between your teeth, but soft in the center. We like to either eat them as-is or top our salads with them. (We season with salt/pepper before going into the oven, nothing else) **Must be eaten after baking, they will not keep

For the foragers in the crowd

These dishes focus more on having either multiple different foods in a visible way or a tactile element to how you eat them.

Chia pudding

Smoothie bowls

Overnight oatmeal

Trail mix

Pumpkin bars (We replace the egg with a flax egg and use vegan butter)

Chocolate chip banana monkey bread

Corn on the cob

Grilled veggie kebabs

Cranberry cilantro quinoa salad

Chili

Bush's beans and rice

Salads topped with sliced fruit, nuts, grains and/or beans

Edamame (a favorite, we love pulling out the insides with our teeth, you can get ones without the pods if they bother you)

Plant-based burgers, the kinds with the chunks of veggies (our favorite is dr. praeger's black bean quinoa burgers)

Chewy Foods

This section is for foods that work your jaw, but more in a "needing to chew" way.

Potato gnocchi

Dried fruit (comes in all different flavors, not just raisins)

Swedish fish, red vines, skittles or sour patch kids

Granola bars (a lot of types are vegan, read the ingredients before purchasing)

Thick bread-y pizza (our favorite dough recipe)

Pancakes

Chewy chocolate chip cookies

Peanut butter cookies

Baked oatmeal

Potato skins

Meat Substitutes

The most obvious way to make a dish vegan is to sub in the appropriate mock meat. We've eaten quite a few and we won't sugar-coat it: a lot of them are either going to match the taste, texture, OR look. It's hard for mock meats to copy meat 1:1, some get way closer than others, but if you go into this expecting no difference you will be disappointed.

Our two favorite brands are Impossible and Gardein. We've tried a lot of their products and have yet to eat one we don't like.

These aren't your only options though!

Beans

Falafel (deep-fried balls of ground chickpea)

Tofu

Tempeh (fermented soybeans)

Seitan (made from wheat gluten)

Jack fruit

You might have guessed based on the recipes shared, but we usually opt for beans. We haven't eaten much seitan or jack fruit, but they are options. At our local grocery stores they're sold in the "free from" section and can be brought pre-seasoned and ready to cook with. Jack fruit in particular is a popular replacement for shredded pork.

The trick with a lot of these is to marinate them. Tofu in particular so you can infuse it with flavor. Here's a few recipes we love:

Lentil and sweet potato loaf ("Neat"loaf)

Marinated tofu

Crispy tofu sandwiches

Tempeh bacon

Chili (our mom's recipe that we modified)

Soft / Squish

For things that are soft or squishy and you can slurp up.

Seaweed salad

miso soup

Pico de Gallo Black Bean Soup

"Nice" cream

Chocolate mousse

Oatmeal

Popsicles

Applesauce

Brownie batter hummus

Chia seed jam

Lavender syrup (to flavor other drinks, we use it in coffee)

Lavender lemonade (final product will be a light brown color)

Mashed potatoes + Gravy

Slow cooker apple cider

Tofu scramble

JUST egg

Non-dairy mac and cheese (our favorite brand is the upton's)

Smoothies (if you're looking for a protein powder to include, we recommend Vega)

**Just a reminder to supplement for B12 if you're consuming a vegan diet. There are some foods that are fortified with it; however, a supplement is cheap, easy to find and all-around a more reliable way to ensure you are getting enough.

#nova squawks #otherkin #otherkind #nonhuman #therian #kin food #otherkin recipes

[foodffs]

These easy grilled chipotle turkey burgers are served with a side of a red-skinned potato salad to make a fool-proof summer meal.

https://www.urbanfoodiekitchen.com/turkey-burgers-potato-salad-a-quick-summer-dinner/

#submission

[archoniluthradanar]

You can't be dead if you're alive

You can't be dead if you're alive

Vampires believe themselves to be dead. One mate will try to change their view.

Aro del Volturi x First Person POV

oooooooooooooooooooo

I am a human who lives in the Volturi castle. When I was found just outside the garden walls, sick and in need of help, a Volturi guard picked me up and carried me inside. His name was Felix. He was huge and strong, yet gentle as a lamb with me. I was cared for by a woman named Chelsea in a room she said was mine. It was beautifully appointed, and I spent time there, recovering. When I was almost well, a man visited me, a face I didn't know. He was not as tall as Felix, but had pale skin, shiny black hair that hung below his shoulders, and red eyes. He was dressed in an expensive-looking black suit and said his name was Aro, and that he was in charge around here.

I never questioned Felix's nor Chelsea's red eyes. I was afraid to. But they were kind to me, so what did it matter.

Aro sat on the side of the bed to my left while I sat up against the headboard.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" he asked.

"Much better, thanks to you and your family."

He smiled when I said that. Then he began to ask me about myself. Where was I from? Were my family still alive, and would anyone miss me if I never returned home. That question I found odd.

While I regaled Aro with my life history, I found myself unable to take my eyes away from his. They were mesmerizing, beautiful, and seemed to look into my very soul. When Felix brought in my supper on literally a silver tray, he looked to Aro who gave him a very slight nod and rose from the bed. He took my hand and kissed the inner wrist.

"Enjoy your meal, my dear. We will talk again." With that, he left me alone with Felix, who set up the tray and allowed me a glance at it. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked me. I looked over the tray, seeing beef tips in a rich gravy next to a mound of buttery mashed potatoes. Sauteed string beans completed the supper. There was a small green salad and what looked like a pudding parfait in a tall glass. At the upper right of the tray sat a glass of red wine.

"No, Felix, this is plenty. Please thank the chef for me."

"I will. Enjoy your meal." He started to leave when he stopped and turned around. "I think Master Aro likes you, miss." He gave me a smile and left.

I dug into the salad when I really wanted to start off with the parfait first. Everything was so delicious. I had fainted outside the castle walls, but not from hunger. Chelsea had told me a doctor had been sent for and that he said my vitals were fine. He advised them to keep an eye on me, which they were, in spades. I was barely ever left alone. But when Aro came to see me the first time, I found I wanted more visits from him. He had me completely entranced. When he smiled at me, it went to those red eyes of his and I melted inside. And then Felix tells me Aro likes me? Likes in what way.

I set the tray at the bottom of the bed, then sat back against the headboard. How long was I supposed to remain here. No one seemed in a hurry to see me gone, yet I didn't want to impose on them for long. I had to get back home in any case.

I guess the Volturi had other ideas about this.

Over the next few days, Aro would visit me often, when he was free. We would talk in my bedroom about everything under the sun, until one day, I felt well enough to venture outside. He took me to a garden where a gazebo stood. We went inside and sat on the marble benches.

"It's lovely here, and smells so good," I said, looking at all the flowers. When I glanced over at Aro, he was staring at me. I felt my cheeks go hot, but I stared back. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to stay here, with me, in Volterra."

Well, that was to the point. "Stay here? With you? In what capacity?"

Aro let out a laugh, an odd laugh. He took my hands in his, cold as they were. Red eyes, cold hands. My mind had begun questioning a few days into my stay here, but I hadn't asked them aloud to anyone. Now I had no choice.

"Aro, tell me first. What are you?"

He looked at me, as if conflicted. Then he said it.

"I'm a vampire. One who loves you.'

I heard his answer, but my mind chose to focus on 'One who loves you'.

"You...love me?"

"Yes, I do, and I want you to remain here in Volterra, forever, as my mate."

Forever. Now I understood. He was a vampire who wanted a vampire mate. Meaning I would have to allow him to turn me into one. I wanted to say no never, I need time to think about it, maybe. Instead, I said yes. He stood and picked me up in his arms, easily swinging me around. When he leaned in to kiss me, I accepted it with pleasure and more.

From then on, I was treated like anyone else in the coven, a word I found out they used to describe themselves as a group. Aro moved me to his chambers, and would eventually change me, so he said.

One afternoon, I was alone and bored. Marcus was in the garden, gardening alone as he preferred. Caius was upstairs with Athenodora. The guards were goofing off in the training room. I went in search of Aro and found him in his office, working on some papers. He looked up at me and smiled.

"My dear, what are you doing here?" He swept a hand toward the sofa, so I went to it and sat down.

"Everyone is busy, Aro, and I have to admit, I'm bored. When will you be done, my love?" I crossed my legs to try and get his attention. He favoured my legs, he'd told me once. He glanced over at me, smiled and went back to work. "Five minutes, my dear, and I will be all yours."

I had wanted to watch a TV show I used to watch in the states. The Walking Dead. The longer I remained here with these so-not-like-Dracula vampires, the more I found out about them. I was shocked to find out they believed themselves dead. Dead and soulless. I was going to get Aro to watch an episode with me to show him the difference between dead people who still "live", and their kind.

Finally, true to his word, Aro slipped everything into the top drawer of his desk and stood, taking my hand and leading me from the office. "Now, my dear, what have you in mind for us this afternoon?"

"I have a show I'd like to watch with you. If that's alright. I've seen it in America, but I'd like to share it with you." Aro wasn't one for watching TV, but he would acquiesce for me on occasion.

Once we were in our bedroom, I turned on the channel I knew The Walking Dead was being shown. It would be in Italian, but I knew the general plot line and had learned some Italian too.

We lay back on the bed, comfortable with each other. Once the show started, Aro tried to distract me by pulling my shirt sleeve down and kissing my shoulder. Then he headed for my neck, his favourite place to nuzzle me since it was my favourite place to be nuzzled. I was not ready to give in yet.

"Aro, now watch this scene. These dead people are called Walkers. See how they pretty much stumble around like they don't know what they're doing. It's just instinct. You, however, are so graceful. It's like you float on air when you walk." My mate didn't stop caressing me as I tried to explain further. "Aro, I have never seen one scene in this show where a zombie was able to do what you're doing now. They can't feel love. They can't feel desire. Hell, they can't even get it up, while you have no problem with that."

Aro laughed. "I suppose you are right, my love. But our hearts do not beat. Justify that if you will."

I had no idea what to say to that. But did a beating heart mean someone was alive. Machines could keep medical patients alive, but once removed from the machine, the body would die. So was it correct to say a body with a heart that beat only when hooked up to a machine was still alive? Aro was now the one who had nothing to say.

"What if this venom you talked about was more like a virus that infects the human body when bitten, transforming it into something different, something superior to humans. A new lifeform."

He seemed to consider my words, before going back to nuzzling my neck. I could hear him inhaling my scent, something we both enjoyed. Aro had a scent that was spicy and herbal and all too delicious to my nose. I could assume the Walkers from the show did not smell nice at all, while Aro, Marcus, Caius and the guards each had their own unique physical scent that was both pleasant and an attractant. "Aro, Walkers stink like rotting flesh. None of you do. You all smell so..." He was making it difficult for me to think straight. "The dead can't learn, and you all are very into...oh god, Aro...um...continual education." I was about to stop talking and let him take me.

"Yes, my dear," he said knowingly, his hands now touching me in the way that blinds me to anything around us. All I wanted was his hands on me, and his cock inside me. That cock that had no problem making itself known.

"Walkers are truly dead. You are not," I managed to say, before he silenced me with his cold but loving lips. I think he finally was able to agree with me. My mate was beautiful and intelligent, loved art and the sciences, and was capable of turning me into a mass of pleasured nerves.

"Dear one, I am convinced. I can't wait for you to see how right you are. Please, name the day."

I pushed Aro onto his back and straddled him. Now it was my turn to distract him. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, ready to prove to my mate just how similar to his old human life he still was. I said, "Our next discussion, you're not a soulless monster.", then kissed him until he wrapped me in his arms and shut me up for good.

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