#and i wrote cheese!

[arieswritez]

vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

#cheesing while i wrote this #god i wrote fluff what is wrong w me #mark grayson #made me SOFT </3 #invincible x reader #invincible #mark grayson x reader #do u know how hard it was #to find a pic of him smiling :( #give him a break already </3 #dont get used to the fluff tho #im writing smething rlly fucked up about him teehee

[rinneverse]

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! · · · ♡

— pairings: heizou, kazuha, dottore, itto x f!reader

— warnings: hickeys (obviously), heizou is a little shit (affectionate), suggestive content but pretty tame tbh, kazuha is a tits man i said what i said, dottore is a little bit (lotta bit) of a sadist, minor bloodplay (?) in dottore’s part, itto also nicks you but it’s an accident this time. this is not proofread btw EL O ELLLLL

— synopsis: how different genshin men like to mark you up.

— notes: technically a part 2 to what i posted on my old blog (found here!). i hope u guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3. i may or may not have started losing steam around itto’s part so if it seems a little lackluster compared to the others, thats probably why and im sorry 💔 i’ll do him justice one day.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS DNI, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. 🤍

✧˚ · . SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. ༉‧₊˚.

→ heizou is a playful lover.

→ he adores marking you up to let the rest of inazuma know just who you belong to.

→ can and will feign ignorance when you go to complain about the MULTIPLE markings blooming along the smooth expanse of your neck and collar.

→ “h-heizou, c’mon, you know it’s hard covering these up…” you murmur, lacing a hand through his soft locks as he grins lopsidedly against your collar. he responds by nipping at your sensitive skin, pulling a yelp from you.

→ as a response, you tug his hair back a little and the little groan he lets out sends heat straight between your legs. he grins even wider at you.

→ oh, heizou knows the effect he has on you. he knows how to play you so expertly, as if he were a pianist playing a masterpiece at a recital.

→ “pretty girl, i don’t want you to cover them up,” he hums, cupping your face with a hand. he strokes his thumb lovingly over your cheek. “all of inazuma should know you’re mine. i can’t have other men looking at you, right?”

→ your face heats up at his possessive words, pressing your face closer to his hand as if it’ll hide your flustered state from him. if anything, it does the opposite. he giggles and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses up your neck before he claims your lips with his.

→ maybe you would indulge him a little bit. maybe you’d try a little less harder on covering up the numerous markings littering your neck.

✧˚ · . KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. ༉‧₊˚.

→ kazuha prefers to leave hickeys in places only you two will ever see.

→ he doesn’t need the world to know the two of you are together. the quiet whisper of affection between lovers is more than enough for him.

→ that, and he thinks that it is much more intimate to have markings only the two of you know of.

→ “zu, that- ah! that tickles!” you gasp as he sucks a mark right by your navel, hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as he grins up at you.

→ he kisses a trail up to your exposed breasts, trailing his hands up higher as he stares up at you with intense crimson eyes.

→ “would you rather i kiss you up here?” he murmurs, planting his lips on the sensitive skin of your chest. he sucks a mark right above where your bra covers you up from him, feeling your chest rumble as you let out soft noises of pleasure.

→ all the noises you made was like music to his ears, his incentive to keep going. “may i?” he asks, tucking his fingers under the band of your bra. you nod your head, but he waits until you verbally say, “kazuha, please.”

→ with a melodic hum, he unhooks the garment with practiced ease and goes right back to making the song he loves to hear.

✧˚ · . IL DOTTORE. ༉‧₊˚.

→ dottore is precise with how he marks you up.

→ it makes him feral, seeing you lying there below him, submissive and pliant just for him. letting him play with you as he pleases.

→ loves watching hickeys bloom across your skin, teasingly nipping at ones already prominent and sore just to hear you yelp.

→ every twitch, every sound you make, it burns into his brain. how could he ever forget anything about his beautiful little pet? marking you up so nicely for the other fatui to see. after all, they must know you belong to him and him only.

→ most the time, he’s careful with how hard he bites. we wouldn’t want to hurt you too much, now do we?

→ but occasionally, there’s a nagging in the back of his mind, telling him to do it, do it, you just taste so delicious. and on days when you act out, or days where you get on his nerves, whether you’re aware of it or not—he decides a little bit of punishment is in order.

→ so he gives in and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, just hard enough to puncture your tender flesh with his canines, tearing a cry from your throat. his tongue laves over the wound immediately, his senses flooded with the copper tang of your blood. he grins maniacally up at you.

→ “it’s okay,” he soothes you in response to your teary eyes, pressing a kiss over the angered skin. “you know i would never do anything to actually harm you. it feels good now after all, doesn’t it, my pet?”

→ he knows that you’re clenching your thighs together. he knows that you’re a little bit of a masochist—he wouldn’t have it any other way. you were his perfect little darling pet.

✧˚ · . ARATAKI ITTO. ༉‧₊˚.

→ itto is another one of the playful lover types.

→ he’s a little worried he might nip you a little too hard with his teeth, but a little bit of reassurance from you goes a long way.

→ that, and there’s that feral oni urge that nags at him to mark you up so that everyone knows you’re his. of course, he loves it even more if you return the favor, letting you add to the many red markings that already adorn his skin.

→ the gang is never surprised when the two of you emerge from some dark alleyway with matching hickeys at this point.

→ “itto, itto, careful!” you gasp softly as his teeth leave pretty little indentions on the smooth skin of your shoulder, the man in question letting out a little yelp before kissing it quickly (and gently) in apology.

→ “sorry bunny, you just taste so sweet!” he mumbles, kissing your temple. you smile up at him with adoration in your eyes.

→ “s’ok, you know i’ve never minded,” you speak softly, combing a hand through his unruly hair. his chest rumbles with what suspiciously sounds like a purr. you grin widely.

→ with the amount of times he’s accidentally pricked your skin, you’re used to it by now. you would even dare venture to say that maybe it felt good. just a little bit.

→ he hefts you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a squeal of surprise, your legs locking around his waist as his hands cup your ass. you drape your arms over his big shoulders as he grins at you.

→ itto also happened to be an insatiable lover—it must’ve been the oni blood in him. you were in for a long night.

© rinneverse (2022). rbs and interactions are super appreciated !!

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #heizou x reader #heizou smut #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #dottore x reader #dottore smut #itto x reader #itto smut #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto smut #cw bloodplay #not too cheesed with how i wrote itto tbh but its okay bc i love all the others. i will get my itto redemption arc soon i promise #☆ oakie writes #☆ c.heizou #☆ c.kazuha #☆ c.dottore #☆ c.itto

[lilianade-comics]

I blacked out during D-Stabilized so here, have an AU where Vlad catches emotions for Dani that he barely comprehends or knows what to do with (the emotions are parenthood cough cough)

#danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dani phantom #danielle phantom #comics #if i wrote the show Vlad would have gotten hit by the parenthood truck in KS #danny wouldn't have heard from him and months and then he goes check on him and surprise #vlad chilled out a fraction of a percent and its because he's a moron who accidentally got attached to a prototype clone #wouldnt be the strangest thing he's done #cheese melt

[natjennie]

the best part of bbc ghosts is that it's not just silly crazy zany ghosts and StraightFaced People having to put up with them like. the ghosts all sometimes hate each other too and alison and mike are just as bonkers as them sometimes. you must understand that in a muppet version of bbc ghosts like. humphrey's head would be the real person if anything. none of them are free from tomfoolery.

#even the so called Stick In the Mud ghosts cap and fanny #they're both equally insane and goofy #cap's hand binoculars and speaking German to Lucy and 'pom pom' #and fanny's obsession with randy books and her fascination with murder she wrote #none of them are normal in the least bit #bbc ghosts #and even saying humphrey is a bit of a stretch #I mean 'Mr cheese speaking' #and 'intruders.. guests? intruders. intruders!' #he's silly goofy too

[asavt]

blue cheese..... like a certain thief..........

Oh you know me *winkwink*

#ask #asa answers #my art #fan art #rogeufort cookie #cookie run #For context: earlier today I reblogged a poll about favorite type of cheese #I choosed blue cheese #because I genuinelly like them #also because of teh fave #on a side note #A friend said Will Stetson's cover of Phony fits them #It does!!! #maybe once I get krita I will do something idk maybe #roguefort cookie #I can't believe I wrote the tag wrong first

[baejax-the-great]

This is of zero importance, but brains don't have any sensory capabilities in the organ proper. You can poke a brain, and while the owner would feel that its skin and maybe its skull were both broken in order for you to reach the squishy part, the brain itself would feel nothing because there is nothing for brains to be feeling on a day to day basis, so they lack any sensory organs.

Which is to say if there were a tadpole squirming in my brain and not, say, squirming on top of the dura mater, I would feel nothing. Zero awareness of it other than the massive brain damage its squirming would be doing depending on where it decided to squirm.

#bg3 #notes from your friendly neighborhood neuroscientist #now its possible the addition of a tadpole to your brain would increase pressure #and that can cause pain #but yeah a tadpole could tunnel through the whole thing until it was swiss cheese and you would feel anything #i mean other than you know whatever the fucked up consequences of that would be #ask to tag #because everything i wrote here was gross but idk what tag it would go under

[dootznbootz]

Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

#I wrote this last night. I'll do the asks I got later. don't worry! :D #I am the cheese god remember?😅 #I think these two would try to “out-cheese” each other and whoever is left speechless first loses #“I would forget my own name before I would ever forget you” bullshit. CHEESY #And yes. “I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt” stupidity >:D #I plan for Odysseus as a beggar to ask why she waits so long. As he's been gone a longer amount of time than the time they had together #(Simply asking as reassurance. He knows his answer. Calypso asked him. but what about Penelope?) but she gets mad at the #“Beggar” and pities him as he must be telling the truth about having a miserable life if he never got the chance to know such devotion #How what they have could never be sullied by #something as trivial as distance and years. How the years with him were the best in her life. Only made better by their son. #'My dear Joy made songs and poems about love a reality as that was simply the life we shared. Even separated our 'song' will always echo #no matter how long it's been. I'LL make sure it always does. And I know he's doing the same... That strange man used to say that #even if he died his corpse would drag itself back to us before he'd ever give up.' #...I'm not one for 'odyssey zombie au' but when I first heard it yeah. :'D Came up with this back then #“His eyes as hard as flint or horn-” Bullshit! The sad lil fuck is hiding sobs with coughs and telling her to keep away for fear of her #catching whatever “illness” he has. The nice thing about being disguised as old means sickly old man works. #... #I'm noticing that Odysseus has a lot of silly oneliners while I write Penelope with a shit ton of set up :'D #They are so silly and I love them so much #...I wrote a lot :'D #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #odypen #yahoo!!! #sometimes I wonder if I should tag this with more things but I don't want to taint the regular tags with my bullshit :'D I KNOW I'm insane

[theartpal]

Next month on SonicNow

I’ll tell you what the next comic is because…

(Should it be volume instead of season because it’s a comic thing? *shrugs*)

So yeah after these ones I’m gonna take a decently sized hiatus to realign my story chakras or whatever.

Comment which one YOU think I’ll post first

(oh and you can still ask questions about the comic if you want pls)

#sonicnow #sonic the hedgehog #comics #sonic comics #miles tails prower #amy rose #cream the rabbit #cheese the chao #knuckles the echidna #tikal the echidna #sonic zeti #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #sorry there’s no shadow in these ones #I wrote them all before everybody liked that one page! #se la vie

[acatnamedpotato]

Remembering that one time I turned in "Chucky cheese fan fiction" with a cabinet man cameo as homework and I somehow actually got a good grade

#i want to add context but i think its funnier this vauge #lemon demon #Chucky cheese #fan fiction #i wrote this at 4am #i need mental help #cabinet man

[sour-heart-treats]

[Cheddar Gets Their Tail Pulled Off - CW: Gore, Blood - Note: I know next to nothing about Cheddar Cheese but what if... Rat Tail???]

The sensation soon to become agony lagged behind any true action.

There was a yank, and the universe felt still for just a splitting moment before Cheddar's nerves caught up to them. Their spine dislodged with a horrific ripping sound and tore through their flesh by the attachment of their tail. Flayed skin and muscle barely clung on by threads of veins and lingering cartilage that shined beneath the swathes of blood that splattered and spewed from broken vessels. Unable to move, their nerves still shot a means to shake with whatever unsevered connections there were.

Though they could not move their legs from spinal damage, the rest of them would have to endure the violent tremors that racked through the detective's system. Cheddar would squeal loud enough to make their vocals collapse in on themselves, though the sounds would not stop there. It couldn't stop. The pain is worse than anything they could have ever imagined- burning like hellfire even past the initial jolt.

Hoarse cries rang through the air between short breaths, red pooling from where their tail and spine were still hung from. Fear strikes through their heart and mind as the agony makes the rest of the scene incomprehensible. A pathetic mess of a detective, attire now adorned and soaked through in their own blood, would only plead for a shorter end than this.

#cheddar cheese cookie #angst drabbles #gore warning #blood warning #injury warning #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #self indulgent writings #this is very short but y'know what I just wrote this in a single discord message when some insp struck

[the-fabulous-51]

im curious how you envision lightning ending up in radiator springs in the human-verse. i don't think you've mentioned it in any of your fics (except maybe that one chapter of whumptober). if you have put absolutely no thought into it that ignore this lol

I spent all day thinking about this

So. I have left.... .. Many things ambiguous cause I couldn't figure out how to make it fit exactly in the human!verse side of things XD

But I, like everyone else, have Thoughts:

Let's start with the trailers: so there are some very obvious differences in my human!verse and NASCAR, though I do take a lot of inspiration from irl racing (mainly the racing aspect itself). But where a lot of NASCAR drivers fly to their races, most of the guys in the human!verse here will ride in a trailer, either in the same trailer as their cars (basically a small room just for them tucked in the very back of the trailer closest to the truck part) or in a separate trailer that's very RV-like, depending on how much $$$ the sponsors want to spend. so, for example, Dinoco obviously would go the two-trailer way if not just outright flying the King out to a race if it's far (or with Cal's run, just opt to go the RV route since the two are family and live together easier than a lot of crew chief/driver combos can), where early on Rust-Eze isn't going to or has the money to spend on buying rookie Lightning a whole other trailer, especially if he doesn't have a crew chief sharing the space with him. So for his rookie year he's staying in a small, cramped trailer room that's very reminiscent of a small, pop-up camper room if you've ever stayed in one of those. It's got the bare minimum and the door opens along the side to the outside world or directly into the trailer where the car is.

my crude representation

The car, usually packed up by the pit crew, has to be secured by Mack this time, who is used to securing regular cargo from his past jobs and does not tie down the wheels correctly. there is no pit crew to double check and lightning, who does know how to do it properly, is too prissy to check it himself.

And lightning, being the drama (mc)queen he is, will sometimes opt to sit in the car in the trailer rather than the cramped bedroom (not that the car is any less cramped with the way the seat is but it's his happy place whether he'll admit it or not)

And same as the movie, he promises he'll stay up with Mack and falls asleep anyways, just in the driver's seat of the car (impressive, since those are Not comfy and he's still in his fire suit from earlier (stinky boy))

And same as movie, one of those toys on the shelves falls and opens the back door when Mack falls asleep behind the wheel and ends up in the rumble strips. The car, secured incorrectly, gets shaken out of the straps and starts creeping down the ramp until it ends up stock-still and facing backwards on an active highway.

Which is Bad news.

Lightning wakes to cars dodging him and he manages to start the car and whip it around in an adrenaline-fueled record time.

Mack is gone

And (because it's funny) Lightning's drivers licence is useless here (it's a Florida license and as someone who held a fl license for a while, in some places they do not give a fuck, they'll pretty much throw that thing at you and call for the next person) so it's been, oh, a few years since he's been behind the wheel of a car in a real road (I hc him as somewhere around 23-24 in the first movie) and between that and the adrenaline, he can't remember how to read the road signs to tell him where to go (and it's not like any of them are saying LA yet, theyre still a ways out.)

The rest of his chaotic journey through to RS is the same in the movie just cause that's my favorite scene in the movie and idc if it'd be impossible in real life. it's fun.

And I'm torn with Mack's side of things between not changing it and him stopping at a rest stop, getting something from inside, and as he comes back out seeing the back open and panicking bc he thinks someone stole the 95, only to then find Lightning missing and then thinking someone stole the 95 *and* kidnapped Lightning. Poor Mack.

So yeah. This was mostly me talking through the logistics of how trailers work in my human!verse but I feel like that's really important to how I imagine Lightning ending up in RS. Of course, after doc and everyone joins, Rust-Eze splurges on a whole other RV-like trailer for Lightning and Doc, with the others usually being put up in a hotel nearby or something. Rust-Eze not having an RV trailer is why in 'beginning another end' Doc and Lightning stay in a motel overnight. Even though Mack and the 95 trailer were still there, Lightning hates the little bedroom and opted to stay in a shitty motel room w Doc instead (also he has separation anxiety lol)

And in 'straight and narrow' lightning sits up in the front with poor Mack (who usually sleeps in the attached bedroom on the truck cab, which is not too dissimilar to Lightning's trailer room, just that Lightning has a smidge more standing room in his)

(So in my fics, when I say 'trailer' it's usually referring to something like an RV bus. Who drives it? Idk yall just roll with it lol)

Basically this puzzle boiled down to:

How does lightning end up separated from Mack and the trailer?

How does the car end up separated from the trailer?

How do the two get separated together?

How does Mack not notice until LA (or sooner, depending)?

I lean this way personally rather than the other popular version (also the movie writers' original version of events i believe) where lightning is accidentally left behind at a rest stop (which is also very valid!!) just because personally it doesn't answer more questions for me than it generates (but my alt events for Mack kind of pays homage to it bc it's still a very good version of events).

Lightning being separated with the car is important for obvious reasons and the og movie had a plausible swiss-cheese of events, so all I think it needs is some light tweaking before we got something just as (humanly ;)) plausible on our hands.

I have no idea if this answers your question or if I just went on the most unhinged ramble :)

#mine #cars fandom #i wrote this out on an early flight to Atlanta this morning and spent my afternoon doing the artists renditions lol #also yes the Swiss cheese model is safety is a thing! #i mostly hear about it in aviation safety (my special interest) as people literally refer to things as holes in the swiss cheese #which is very funny #the images all have alt text btw if that helps

[innytoes]

They cut your grilled cheese into triangles, that means they're in love with you, bro for Alex/Reggie

Having his ex-boyfriend become his best friend was kind of weird. Because yeah, at one point Alex had drawn little hearts in his notebooks that read 'Willie Mercer' and 'Alex Throckmorton' and he'd dithered for ages about which of those sounded better even though he'd been too scared to ask Willie to prom.

They had gone to prom together. And then over the summer they'd realised that yeah, they cared for each other, but they weren't really in love with each other. So they'd ended up as mildly co-dependent friends. Willie still crawled through his window at midnight sometimes because he needed cuddles, and Alex still had him as his first emergency contact because Willie was the only one who could keep him from going down an anxiety rabbit-hole.

Well, besides Reggie.

Which brought him to his current dilemma.

"Dude, Reggie is not in love with me," he told Willie. Just because Alex had a crush on his band mate, didn't mean said band mate felt the same way. Willie was just encouraging him to get back out there, like the good friend he was. But dating sites freaked Alex out, and blind dates sounded like a disaster - no Carrie, I will not let you set me up with Heather's sister's friend's cousin, I don't care how hot he is - but Alex didn't want to risk messing up the band just because he was in love with Reggie.

Maybe it would pass. His two week crush on Bobby back when they were fourteen had.

(He ignored the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Willie, pointing out that his crush on Reggie had been going strong for over a year now.)

"He cuts your grilled cheese into triangles," Willie stated with so much confidence Alex had to wonder what it was like to be that certain about anything in life. "That means he's in love with you."

"That's not... what?"

"Just look for it," Willie made him promise. Which he did, because well, it was hard to deny Willie anything.

It wasn't every weekend that Reggie made them grilled cheeses after practice, but it was often enough. Reggie was the grilled cheese master, effortlessly combining flavours and cheeses together to make everyone a personalised masterpiece suited to their taste. Ray happily gave up his kitchen in return for a perfectly melted Monterey Jack-Cheddar with just the right amount of mustard.

So Alex watched Reggie make the grilled cheeses. That wasn't unusual, they usually hung out in the kitchen while he did his thing, but this time, Alex really watched. Willie's ham-cheese-pineapple? Cut in half. Luke's American-Mozzarella? In half. Flynn's got a little ramekin of ketchup on the side, and was cut into squares. Bobby's weird vegan cheese one with vegan mayo on the outside to make it golden brown? Squares. Julie? Squares. Carlos? Half.

But Alex' grilled cheese, a Gouda-cheddar with just the tiniest bit of mozzarella? It was cut into triangles.

It was also the one Reggie always made last, right before his own. So they'd have time in the kitchen together when the others inevitably drifted away, back to the studio or home or to their rooms.

And yeah, maybe Alex always kind of offered to help with clean-up, so they could spend even more time together. But that didn't mean anything, did it?

Except when he looked over to Reggie and their fingers brushed when Reggie handed him a plate to dry, he blushed. And Alex thought that maybe, just maybe, Willie could be right. But he had to know.

"Hey Reg? Why do you cut my grilled cheese into triangles?" he asked, before he could chicken out.

Reggie turned back to the dishes, burying his hands in the suds, his ears bright red.

"It's what you do for the people you're in love with," he said quietly.

It was obnoxious, the way Willie gloated in his best man speech five years later.

#julie and the phantoms #reggiexalex #fanfic #a little bit of willex #I love the idea of them still being super codependant and Reggie is just there and fine with it #like sure willie climbs through their window sometimes to snuggle with Alex when he had a bad dream #that's why they picked the bedroom next to the fire escape duh #now I really want a grilled cheese *laughs in lactose intolerant* #also I have no idea if any of those cheese combinations are good i know shit all about american cheeses #I wrote a thing

[toxintouch]

Remember how they asked us who we thought was lactose intolerant?? We never got an answer to that, right? 🧐

So I'm calling it right now that Leander's stat chart is gonna have an ominous 5, but the original stat has been crossed out and "Lactose Intolerance" is now written there instead.

To be clear, this is a joke... unless it ends up happening, in which case I am being so serious right now.

#i'm not sure if lactose intolerant ppl can eat cheese but i AM SURE that they can still list cheese as their fav food #* can still eat cheese w/o dire consequences or meds #touchstarved shitposting #Atheris Unnamed wrote this post smh #unlike Leander I love the Unknown; the world is my oyster until the canon gavel falls #update: i have googled it and i now know more about lactose intolerance

[kujo1597]

You have no idea how badly I want this to be canon. The mental image of Jerrica unwinding by ordering a personal pizza and eating it while taking a bath is so good.

She works hard. She deserves a bathtub pizza whenever she feels like it.

#Jem and the Holograms #Jem #Jerrica Benton #I mean... I draw fanart and write fanfics so I can just incorporate this into things #I already wrote a scene where Pizzazz sees Jerrica eating cheese over the kitchen sink because she didn't feel like dirtying a plate

[doafp]

#double whacker with cheese goes thru my head on a regular basis. i will not lie #however i think i gotta go with niceburg here. it's sooo.. unexpected? #it's almost uncharacteristic of TJ (more of a jonah beck line tbr) but i think that's what makes it so in-character? #TJ is full of surprises thru the whole series. constantly making us rethink his character #so him canonically dropping words like that in conversation? well that's just another layer to the elusive thelonious jagger #i love it. i want to know who wrote that line so i could thank them #andi mack

[partrin]

"is that natto?" rin asks, wrinkling his nose as he watches the other man rip the seal of a small, white plastic container open.

haru just stares at him, blindly reaching for his chopsticks. he tears open several tiny packets that had come with his food and empties them into the container, mixing everything like he's some sort of witch making a love potion in a cauldron. rin tries to tune out the squelching noises it makes and fights the urge to gag.

"don't ask questions you know the answers to," haru chides. "living in australia for a few years doesn't suddenly make you any less japanese."

"no need to get defensive, haru. i was only asking."

the squelching stops. haru lifts his chopsticks and makes a quiet little satisfied hum as his eyes follow the sticky string that stretches between the mixture and the tip of his chopsticks. he brings it to his mouth and tastes it, makes tiny, content smacking noises with his lips before sliding the container across the table.

"it's good," he says. "do you want some? i didn't buy you any."

rin grimaces. "no thank you. i'm not exactly a fan of natto, if you couldn't already tell by now."

haru shrugs, pulling the container back towards him. "it's good," he says again, digging into his meal. "you just don't know how to appreciate good food."

"one could argue that it's an acquired taste, but what do i know? i eat regular food. you're a weirdo who likes weird things."

haru gives him a pointed look. rin takes this as an opportunity to drive his point home.

"you eat mackerel with toast. you're like, the epitome of a weirdo when it comes to food. or liking weird food. and you never eat a balanced meal. you probably have like, i don't know, fish oil running through your veins."

"i don't remember inviting my dietitian to dinner," haru scoffs before taking another small bite of his fermented beans. "and if i'm a weirdo, then that just makes you even weirder."

rin glares at him as if to dare him to elaborate. haru, however, continues chewing on his food, effectively avoiding the need to remind rin that he had chosen to date him. rin hears him anyway. being with haru sharpens the skill of being able to listen even when no words are spoken.

"fine," rin caves, rolling his eyes. "i'll have one bite. just the one."

he pretends he doesn't see the dignified smirk that stretches haru's lips thin as he unceremoniously pushes a large scoop of natto into rin's mildly welcoming mouth.

he also pretends he doesn't drop by a konbini on his way home later to buy two containers of natto, one for haru and one for himself, for when haru decides to grace his apartment with his presence in the weeks to come. maybe having an acquired taste isn't so bad.

#free! #rinharu #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka #drabble #ficlet #i wrote this because i was craving for natto #i imagine that haru is quite the traditional japanese natto-loving man #and he insists the western world has worn down rin's true japanese identity #whereas rin argues he just doesn't like anything fermented #haru will then be petty about it and bring this up any time he catches rin eating yoghurt or cheese #they argue #and then they have make-up sex #yup that's all #DOES ANYBODY HERE LIKE NATTO??????