#i digitalized that one flaky!

[ickyguts]

Some doodles I've done at work >:)

#i digitalized that one flaky! #some of these are a oui bit old but the flippy lined paper one was from today >:) #enjoy some scribbles #happy tree friends #htf #my art #htf flippy #htf flaky #htf flippaky

[preciouslandmermaid]

of songbirds, swords, and spice (5)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw/cw: alcohol/drinking

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The Going Merry glittered beneath the night sky. A rich, flavorful aroma wafted across the cool breeze from the kitchen, but Sanji assured everyone that dinner wasn’t ready yet. Zoro downed his third—or was it his seventh?–cup of sake. Your skin buzzed. Your heart rate was erratic. You drank slower than everyone else and wondered idly if they’d start spilling all their secrets. Luffy seems too earnest for secrets, you thought with a measured glance at the captain of the Straw Hats. Nami on the other hand...Your eyes flickered to her while you refilled Usopp’s cup. Nami’s wary trust and frank pragmatism reminded you of yourself, which meant she couldn’t have had a childhood of kittens and roses. Sanji approached, carrying appetizers for you and her.

“Dinner is going to take a little longer than I expected,” he said smoothly, “but I couldn’t bear the thought of you starving on my account.”

Nami rolled her eyes as you reached for a flaky, triangular pastry. You had one more day of Sanji’s cooking and wouldn't waste it. If the winds stayed true, then the Straw Hats would leave Nightingale Island by tomorrow afternoon. They’d become a story you’d repeat to Clover, Aiden, and the other children at the orphanage. ‘Tell us again’, they’d cry, tell us about the Straw Hats!’. You bit into the pastry, and its crumbs caught your lower lip.

Luffy asked, “Where are my appetizers?!”

“Ah.” Sanji clicked his tongue. “They’re cooking. I wanted Nami and—” he looked at you, gaze dropping to your mouth momentarily, and a flush tinged his high cheekbones. “Well, let’s just say they’re better when they’re fresh.” He looked away and cleared his throat. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and flicked away the loose crumbs.

“Stop playing favorites, cook!” Zoro yelled from across the table.

“I’m not playing favorites.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Does anyone else feel like it’s unfair that the captain didn’t get to try them first?” said Luffy, holding one finger up. Before anyone could argue further, or make complaints, you grabbed one of the pastries and held it out to Luffy.

“He never said we couldn’t share,” you said.

“Oh.” Luffy smiled and plucked the pastry from your fingertips. “Thanks!”

You didn’t miss Sanji’s relieved, grateful smile. Nor did you miss the sudden, fluttery swoop of your stomach. You knocked your drink back, and let the harsh rice wine hit your throat with an uncomfortable, hot splash. You coughed, your eyes watering, and Zoro smirked at you. You sharpened your blurry gaze into a glare. The background conversation muddled and fell away. Zoro filled your vision, taking up too much space, his dark eyes awakening something slumbering inside your lower abdomen.

“What?” You weren’t going to let him mock you, the cocky bastard.

“Seems like someone can’t hold her liquor,” Zoro said. His index finger mindlessly trailed over the rim of his cup before drawing away and gripping the neck of the sake bottle. You swallowed your sore throat.

“I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you,” you replied and ignored the hoarse croak of your voice. You wiggled your fingers as you held out your hand for the bottle. Zoro’s dark eyes dropped from your face, and so did your stomach. His gaze lingered on your fingertips, the digits softly curled in supplication.

“Sure.” He scoffed. “We’ll see.” Despite his doubtful tone, he passed the sake bottle, and you were careful to ensure your fingers didn’t brush along his.

“I’m not rising to the bait, Zoro. I’d be an idiot to get drunk around strangers.”

He tilted his head and the orange-white bulbs hanging from the sailing rigging flashed his golden earring. “We’re strangers?”

You shrugged and didn’t drink. “Close enough, right?”

“We’ve fought together three times.” He refilled Luffy’s cup for him. “I fought alongside Luffy once before joining his crew.”

You couldn’t understand Zoro’s words. Was he seriously that drunk? Fighting together didn’t automatically equate to loyalty or friendship. Once, you saw Marines fighting alongside rebel fighters against a common enemy, but the Marines returned to arresting the rebels once the mutual thread was gone. You couldn’t imagine a world where Zoro of all people wanted you to join the Straw Hats. You blinked slowly.

“Are you trying to ask me to join you?”

“No,” Zoro said while crossing his arms.

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying we’re not strangers.”

“Because we fought together?”

He nodded. His eyes were cast toward the heavens and you frowned. If this was how Zoro made friends then it was no wonder he traveled with this motley crew. There was no friendship between you. Estella hired them. You were the babysitter for this job because she trusted you more than she trusted a handful of inexperienced pirates. Friendship and loyalty? No. No way.

“I could betray you,” you reminded him, “take the box and tell my grandmother that everyone died while we were collecting it.”

“You won’t.”

You cringed, and hot, prickly heat pooled within your cheeks and along your throat. How dare he presume to know you? Okay, he was right, you had no intention or desire to harm any of the Straw Hats. Still, he shouldn’t know. He shouldn’t. You drank and didn’t cough. Zoro’s mouth twitched. Your silence was proof for him. Proof of your loyalty, your compassion, and the tentative bond forged between you. You needed to clear this up.

“How do you know?” you snapped, “you were the one who threatened to chop me into little pieces if I betrayed you!”

Zoro’s lips thinned. Hah! I win! You thought, your shoulders lifted. You had overreacted – Zoro didn’t know you. He was spouting bullshit to try to get under your skin because he was drunk.

You reached for the last pastry, but Zoro snatched it before your fingers touched the thin, airy crust.

“The cave,” he said lowly with his eyes locked onto yours, “you wouldn’t have survived the drop.”

The heat returned and simmered. Your words had been impulsive, half-formed by your worries for the lack of treasure, and reeling from the adrenaline spent from the fight on the beach. Would you have let go of Luffy’s hand? You bit your lower lip. You didn’t want to die, but you also didn’t want any of them to die for Estella’s treasure hunt. If anyone had to be sacrificed for Estella’s sake, it had to be you, and no one else.

“So what?”

“Doesn’t sound like the action of someone willing to betray her allies.”

“You’re reading into it.” You shook your head. “I didn’t want Luffy to fall into the cavern with me, that’s it. I didn’t think he could keep holding onto me.” The Straw Hat captain was surprisingly strong.

“Whatever you say.”

Annoyed by Zoro’s nonchalant perception of your character, you stood, and grabbed the sake bottle, smirking.

“Hey!”

“Get your own,” you quipped before ascending the steps to join Nami at the upper deck. She knelt beneath the tangerine trees with a large map sprawled before her. Her head lifted at your quiet approach and your hand tightened around your small cup and you offered Nami a tight, awkward smile.

“Zoro,” you said, waving your hand vaguely by manner of explanation. “I don’t know how you put up with him.”

Nami smiled. “He’s not so bad.”

You huffed and sat cross-legged beside her. You weren’t inclined to agree with her. Zoro was strong, and a capable fighter, but his social skills needed work. Hell, even when fighting, he managed to annoy you. He bumped into you, pushing you out of the way of an attack without asking, and he made reckless attacks by jumping at vicious, deadly spider-women. You set the sake bottle between you and Nami.

“What’s that?”

“It’s the map to the Grand Line.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Isn’t it always?” She shrugged one shoulder. “You know, I heard what you said on the beach about your dream.” Her eyes turned to Luffy, standing on top of a barrel and laughing, and her smile softened. “I know what it feels like to have an impossible dream, but traveling with Luffy has taught me that some dreams...you can’t accomplish them on your own.”

Your heart pounded into your ribs. You knew Luffy’s dream—he never shut up about it and announced it to everyone, it was a point of pride for him. Sanji shared his dream with you, his thread of connection with his savior and mentor, Zeff. But, everyone else on the ship was a mystery. It’s my last night with them, you thought, I might as well learn all I can. It’ll be good for the stories.

You asked, “What’s your dream?”

The tangerine trees rustled overhead, the sharp citrus scent mingled with the mouth-watering scents coming from the kitchen below. Nami rubbed her hand over the tattoo on her shoulder.

“It started with Arlong,” she said. She shared her story, about Arlong’s deal, and how he betrayed her after she had collected enough berry. You listened, your heart twisting and tugging into strange shapes inside your chest. Usopp said the Straw Hats defeated Arlong, but he hadn’t told Nami’s side of the story, and you found yourself emphasizing with her. You knew what it was like to work for someone you despised, to be trapped, and you knew what it was like to be removed from your home. You angled your gaze downward, toward the map of the Grand Line, and blinked away the burning, sharp prickle behind your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you said after her story was finished. “I’m glad you were able to escape from him.”

“Me too.” Her fingers smoothed across the map. “What’s your dream?” she asked quietly, “is it really so impossible?”

Nami’s bright orange hair brushed along her pale cheeks in the wind, her expression was thoughtful and kind, and you didn’t think she’d pressure you to say anything if you didn’t want to. Your eyes followed the swooping design of her tattoo. A symbol of her freedom, of reclaiming her destiny, and navigating her life without abuse and control. You closed your eyes. You saw the endless blue waters, stretching forever, and the shadows that loomed over the islands and pulling the invisible strings. But then you thought of Nami. Brave, determined Nami, a child willing to chain herself to Arlong to work for her home’s freedom. A hundred million berries – an impossible dream. Yet, she had collected the berry, and with the help of Luffy and the others, they removed Arlong’s influence from Cocoyasi village. And now Nami was free to chase her true dream of creating a map of the world.

You had always believed your dream was unattainable. However, this conversation with Nami set you off-kilter, and a tangerine-shaped seed of doubt took root in your stomach.

You said, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe,” Nami said carefully, “you just need friends to help you.”

For the second time, one of the Straw Hats implied friendship with you, and your heart skipped at the idea. How can we be friends, you thought bitterly, when you’re going to leave in a few hours? You'd never see them again once the Straw Hats passed into the Grand Line.

“Are we friends?” you asked.

“Don’t know.” She held up her glass to you. “I’d like to be.”

You lifted your cup and knocked the side against Nami’s. “Me too.”

After dinner, you returned to the upper deck to sit among the tangerine trees and clear your head. You laid on your back, arms crossed and pillowing your head, and watched the stars float aimlessly by as the Going Merry drifted through the calm, dark-gray waters. Your heart had fluctuated between heavy and light. You liked the Straw Hats, but you couldn’t stay with them. Estella needed you. How would the Golden Cupid survive without you? It couldn’t! Your devil-fruit powers allowed Estella’s business to rake in more berry than they ever could through regular performances. You trailed your fingers across your throat, ghosting along your collarbones, feeling the slight pebble of goosebumps beneath your fingertips. Your voice was your greatest weapon and your greatest asset. I can’t stay on a boat, either. The ocean sapped your strength. Estella needed you, the children needed you, and you couldn’t leave them to chase your dream.

Nami’s story, so similar to your own, was an outlier. Most people don’t get to achieve their dreams. You lifted Pandora's ivory box from your pocket and held it aloft in front of your nose, except Estella. Her dream is complete once we deliver this. The ivory surface absorbed the moonlight, turning the angles and divots along the carved surface into luminescent cracks. Estella never wanted to solve the puzzle boxes. She said there was no point. ‘Pandora wouldn’t hide berry in them,’ she said once, ‘they’re too small.’ You figured her desire to have the boxes wasn’t about berry but about the prestige of having something that once belonged to a famous, female pirate.

The wooden floorboards creaked. “There you are,” Sanji said, “care for company?”

You sat up. “Sure.” It’s our last night together.

“I have a personal question,” Sanji said, sitting next to you, though you noticed he was careful and gave you space. “If you don’t mind humoring me…”

Down below, Luffy shouted, “Guys! We have a cat!” He held Mimi from under her front paws, her lower body swaying as he twirled around, and you were surprised that she tolerated it. She never let you pick her up. Oh, Luffy. You chuckled under your breath and shook your head. I wonder if Mimi will stay with them.

“What’s your favorite dish?” Sanji asked, lifting one leg and resting his wrist on his knee. His lighter sparked and illuminated his profile in a brief, flickering glow, his pale eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks, and his lips pinching to hold the cigarette between them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m a chef,” he said, exhaling smoke. “And I want to make you something special for tomorrow to celebrate.”

A swarm of butterflies hatched inside your stomach. You quelled your desire to smile, at his thoughtfulness, and the sight of his longer fingers tucking his lighter into his pocket. You toyed with the puzzle box, passing it back and forth between your hands, and watched the dark, green tangerine leaves rather than continue to stare at Sanji.

“What if you’ve never heard of it?”

“Describe it to me in detail.”

You squinted at him. “And you’ll just – what? – figure it out?”

“More or less,” he said, then smiled.

You asked him to give you a few minutes to think. Your favorite dish? You had plenty of foods you liked, plenty of dishes you’ve tried from years of traveling and being on the run with Estella, from street food that dripped over your fingers to expensive cuisine that you could barely pronounce. Your thumb flicked over the puzzle box’s corner.

“Before I…” You stopped yourself, unable to complete the sentence with honesty, and licked your lips. “Before I worked for someone, we had this cake every year during the Festival of Limitless Water,” you said, “we had all these rivers that ran through the mountains.” You made a swooping gesture, following the memory of hills and streams, and your heart hardened to lead.

“Anyway.” You cleared your throat and were well aware of Sanji’s focused, blue eyes on you. “They’d make them in the shape of fish, and fill them with red bean paste, or custard, or…” You trailed off and realized you couldn’t remember what they tasted like.

The act of remembering your home, your past, felt like razors clawing up your throat. You were barely seven when you left the Yama Archipelago. You remembered it in pieces. The clouds that swelled and wrapped around the mountains like heavy blankets, the fish-shaped cake warm inside your hands, the yellow paint on your childhood door, your parents–

“Keep going,” Sanji said, breaking your trail of thought before you spiraled. “Was it flaky and layered? Or flat?”

“It wasn’t flaky. Sometimes, when it was warmer, we’d eat ice cream from inside of them.”

Sanji nodded. “If it could hold its’ shape, then they must’ve used molds.”

“Probably?” You shrugged. “But, if that’s the case, then I don’t know where you’d find the mold before everyone leaves tomorrow.”

“I’ll improvise.”

You sighed, twisting the puzzle box in your hands. Sanji wouldn’t be able to make the dessert before everyone left. You knew it. He knew it. But for now, beneath the starlight and swaying lights, you would pretend that he’d fulfill his promise—and that you’d see one another again. The smoke trailed out of Sanji’s lips, faint and blue-tinged.

“What’s yours?” You asked, watching the smoke curl into faint wisps before they dissolved.

“Spicy seafood pasta.”

“I should’ve made my paella spicier then,” you said. Who’s cooking for Estella if I’m not there? You hoped she wasn’t worried about you, or Mimi. You hoped she was looking after herself.

“It was perfect as is.”

The nape of your neck tingled, and a flush of hot and cold danced through your veins.

“Thanks.”

“But I’m always available for private lessons,” he said, “if you ever want to advance your culinary prowess.”

“Right.” You laughed. “I’ll just come find the Going Merry in the middle of the East Blue and take you up on the offer.”

“Or you could stay,” Sanji offered gently, his voice a whisper on the smoky, tangerine-scented wind.

“I can’t.” Your reply was quick and pointed. “Estella needs me.”

Sanji of all people should understand your predicament. You wouldn’t abandon her.

“I thought the same about Zeff, but then he reminded me that spending my life at the Baratie was foolish. I was meant to find the All Blue for the both of us.”

You held up the puzzle box, admiring the fine craftsmanship, and said, “What happens after you accomplish your dream?”

Will Estella be content to place this puzzle box among the others? Your dream wasn’t attainable, but hers, Luffy's, Nami's, and Sanji’s dreams were. Where did the passion go once the dream was fulfilled? Sanji held his long, dexterous fingers out to you in a silent request and you wordlessly passed the puzzle box to him. You watched as he attempted to open it, but nothing worked. A little furrow worked its way into Sanji’s brow before he gave up and held it back out to you.

“You find a new one,” he said quietly.

#fic: songbirds swords and spice #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zoro x sanji #poly fic #zoro x sanji x reader #opla fanfic #one piece live action fanfic #zoro x you #sanji x you

[georgiapeach30513]

Just Like the Caged Bird, Part 5

Summary:  Baking day for you

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  mildly explicit

Warnings:  language, teasing, touching over the clothes, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.7K

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You wake up early. Feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You can't remember a time after JJ where you felt more content. Seeing your oldest brother laying on top of the blanket, clothes still on, face smooshed into the pillow. The pillow pushes his mouth open exposing his teeth. And you can’t help but feel like this was a time when they would visit you in the apartment when you were a teenager. Something comes over you and his peaceful sleep now slightly annoys you, picking up your pillow you hit him in the back.

Dean's face is angry at first, flailing around while he rights himself only to see you smiling and laughing at him, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" "Take me to the grocery store. I want to stock up the kitchen and make something for when you and Sam go back on the road," you are almost too much like Dean in ways. Demanding. You never ask your brother to take you, you’re telling him that's what he's going to do.

"No," his body flops back on the bed and turns away from you.  You take a deep breath and sigh.

"I was going to make you your very own apple pie. I guess I can walk to the store, but I'm only making Sam some sugar-free black bean brownies," you pull yourself off the bed to get ready for the baking day. Having today off you want to not only bake for your brothers but the garage and Andy as well. Just to show your appreciation for everything the men have done for you.

At the admittance of apple pie Dean jumps off the bed, "Okay, I guess I can take you to the grocery store." 

You can only smile to yourself with your back facing him. You still know how to play him. "Let's go, Sammy. Dovey needs to go to the grocery store," he booms down to his brother. Smacking his sleeping body slightly on the shoulder. Sam stretches out looking at you emerging from the bedroom and knows that you and Dean have finally made up.  After the years of not really speaking.

Sam and Dean continue their research and talking amongst themselves, but you are in a world of your own. Slicing up the juicy apples, cutting the butter into the flour, making the perfect flaky crust. Moving on to the lemon loafs. Making a couple, one to take downstairs to the garage and another to take to Andy's office. But your favorite is making chocolate chip cookies. They were always your mom's favorite. Your fingers move gracefully, able to make the dessert without a recipe now.

Remembering when your sunshine boy would come home from work and you would have these cookies made. Jensen would slowly eat one of the warm cookies. Moaning in delight as the melted chocolate would stick to the sides of his mouth. He would always grab another, tearing small pieces off to feed you, but he made sure to get drips of chocolate all around your face and his fingers. You two would be in a fit of giggles, Jensen would always grab your hand up, gently circling his thumb on the top of your hand, making your eyes immediately dilate with lust.

You would pull up his chocolate-stained hand, sucking off every remnant that remained from the cookies. Jensen always watched you with his jaw slack, loving the way your tongue would circle around his digits. The way your bright green eyes would look only at him. You wanted to see every slight change to his face, needing to see his own eyes turn dark with every moment.

Jensen then would set his mission to clean his your face off with his mouth. Lifting your body up to the kitchen island, his tongue licks up the remaining chocolate that he had put around your mouth. Tasting your sweet taste mixed in with the gooey desserts. His hands explored your body, feeling every part of you, while your legs begun spread, wrapping them around him, you used the heels of your feet to pull him closer.

Your fingers wrapped around the hemline of his t-shirt, pulling it off and exposing his chiseled body. Your fingers trace along the dark ink that adorns his biceps. "Wanna see you pretty girl," he huskily whispers in your ear while removing your own shirt. Sucking in a sharp breath when he sees his wife isn't wearing a bra. Hungry fingers fumble around with each other's jeans, listening as they fall in clumps on the floor, "I love you so much, Songbird," Jensen's deep voice whispers in the kitchen before slowly sinking into your wet heat.

"Dove! The timer is going off, don't burn my pie," Dean breaks you out of your memory. Now sad about missing your husband, you pull Dean's pie out of the oven, adding in a batch of cookies before flopping down on the couch between the brothers. 

"You don't have to sit so close," one look at you and Dean knows you got in your head. "Want to talk about it, Dovey?" You shake your head no. Not sure how you could possibly talk about a sex memory with your late husband to your brothers. "Why are you baking so much?" Sam asks, trying to break the silence and actually look at you.

"Want to make something for the boys downstairs and take a thank you gift to Andy." "Seriously, Andy?" Dean's voice comes out in a groan. Your hand slaps at his stomach, causing him to wince.

"Let it be. Andy came from his house to pick me up because you two jerks forgot me for nearly an hour. I'm guessing Bucky was the one who reminded you?" Dean's eyes slightly squint, but he doesn't respond. "That's what I thought. Look, down there I was alone. At least here there's people I know." "But Andy Barber?" "Shut it. Nothing is happening between me and Andy."

Dean's eyes burn holes in the back of you while you get ready to deliver your treats. One of the few dresses you owns flows down your body. A white sundress with a soft lemon pattern on it. Buttons trail down the front of the dress, while the top is tied into a sweetheart neckline, and thin straps along your shoulders. You took the time to add more makeup to your face and style you’re hair.

"You getting dolled up for a reason?" he huffs. He wants to trust you, he really does. He's no idiot, he knows that you’re only gets dressed up to impress someone. That someone used to be Jensen.

"I can't wear old band tees and Daisy Duke's all the time, Squirrel," you add a touch of gloss and walk into the kitchen, gathering up what you’re going to take downstairs. "Can I drive Baby?" Dean grunts, causing Sam to slap at his arm. "You look nice, Dove." "I can drive you wherever you need to go," you turn to look at Dean, biting at your lip. Your hand drifts to Jensen's dog tags and realizes how visible they are in this dress. Sadly, you walk back to your room, laying them next to the rings. You stand there just staring at them for a while. Your hand almost grabs them again, but you walk away. Telling yourself, you’ll put them back on when you have on a shirt.

"I don't want to take you away from your work. Not to mention I'd prefer you not to be leaking testosterone at Andy's office," your hands gather up the lemon loaf for downstairs and a plate of cookies. Dean's stance doesn't change. "I'll just ask Steve if I can drive the Bug," you walk out of the apartment and down to the garage. Embarrassment already building up in your cheeks.

The closer you gets to the back door of the garage you feel your heart pounding out of your chest. Heat floods your skin, and your hands turn clammy. Unsure of why you thought this was a good idea. Opening the door, you hear a loud whistle, "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Dove? Did you bring me a present?" Sam playfully flirts walking closer.

Your beefy roommate slides out from under the vehicle he's working on at the mention of your nickname, and he's glad he did. You  look stunning. Not that you aren’t in your t-shirts and shorts, but the sundress is hitting your curves perfectly, and the way you stand in the doorway with the sun framing your body, making you look nearly angelic. He shouldn't get attached to you. Steve is very protective of you and you seem a bit involved with Andy. As soon as yours and Bucky’s eyes meet, both of you quickly advert your gazes.

"What cha got there, Peach?" he asks. Bucky is a glutton for punishment.

"I, uh, I brought you guys some cookies and a lemon loaf. As a thank you. To all of you," your weight shifts from foot to foot. Normally Steve would be around.

"He's in the office," Bucky tells you picking up a cookie. With the cookies still warm, it causes a bit of chocolate to linger on the outside of his mouth. Before you can think your finger comes up to wipe the chocolate off. The two of you stare at one another, before you awkwardly try to figure out where you want to put the chocolate, "I can always lick it off," he responds.

"No, you're not," Steve walks over handing you a rag to wipe your thumb on. "These look amazing. Why are you so dressed up though?" his eyes look you up and down as he takes the plate from you.

"I just wanted to wear something different for once," Steve isn't convinced. "You mind if I use the Bug a bit today? Dean won't let me drive the Impala." "Where ya needing to go? I got time," he smiles at you while you shuffle around not wanting to look at him.

"Uh, I um, I made some for Andy, too. He brought me home last night," with a chuckle Sam walks away from the pair, pulling Bucky with him.

"I did see you guys in the parking lot for a while," you watch as the edge of his lips pull up in a smile. "We were talking.".

"In the backseat?" he actually laughs. "I have the cameras to make sure that no one steals anything. I can't help it that I got an alert. I'm guessing you would rather me not drive you?" you give him a nod. With an eye roll he grabs the key tossing it to you. "Be careful."

And with a smile and a quick kiss to his cheek, you go back to the apartment to gather the things you prepared for Andy. Both your brothers are deep in conversation and barely notice you, but before you leave, you hear the oldest brother's gravelly voice, "You look really nice, Dove." "Thanks, Dean."

Andy leans back at his office desk fingers rubbing his eyes. The more he looks at the files the more he feels he's growing cross eyed. And he's trying to keep his focus on the case. It's his job and what he should be doing, but he can't help but drift off to think of you. The sounds that roll off your lips when he touches you. The way your skin feels when his fingers move against you. The way you smell. Lost in his thoughts he almost doesn't catch you walk in.

With the opening of the door, Andy's attention moves to the front. A crooked smile lifts his mouth at the sight. You had dressed up. A dress that is showing much more than your tees, your hair styled differently, and carrying a tray of something. Your shy self goes up to the receptionist, "Um, I-is, An... Mr. Barber available? I have a uh, delivery for him," the sound of Mr. Barber rolling off your lips makes his cock twitch, and he has to take a deep breath. There was something about your sweet slow southern drawl, mixed in with your stuttering. He watches the older woman look you up and down, not believing a word you’re saying dressed up like you are, "He's busy. Can I leave a message?" That won't do. You took time out of your day to get pretty for him and to come to his office. "Janice, I got this," he tells the older woman, but only has eyes for you. "Hey, Songbird. You bring something for me?" his hand slides along your waist, resting on your back, loving the way the soft cotton feels on his skin. He guides you into his office, closing the door behind you.

Andy's eyes go to the swell of your chest, noticing how his brother's tags are not around your neck, "I brought you some cookies and a lemon loaf for a thanks for last night. You didn't have to pick me up." "I couldn't leave you stranded. You would have done the same for me. Let's see what you got," you hand him the plate. Due to the heat in the bug the cookies still remain warm. Andy’s thick fingers tear a piece of a cookie off, and places it his mouth. He notices the quick change in your face as you watch chocolate drip on his lips. With a flick of his tongue and licking of his fingers he watches your thighs press tightly together, "You okay, Songbird?" he asks with his crooked grin.

You can only nod, trying to swallow despite your dry mouth. "Come 'ere," he commands you sitting in the chair. Not knowing why, you follow his order. You can't pinpoint if it was the look in his eyes or the sound of his voice, but you walk over to him all the same. Looking up at your beautiful self standing in front of him, he pats the top of his desk. 

"Have a seat," his voice this time is much more lighthearted, not as dark and mysterious.

Standing on your tiptoes you maneuver yourself to sit on the desk, "You look good up there, Dove. Almost too good," he rolls his chair over to where his body can be situated in between your legs. Your flight response kicking in, but your legs can't move. There is a bit of you that is addicted to his attention, even though you’re intimidated him. "I can imagine you in this pretty little dress leaned over my desk while I fuck you stupid." "Andy!" you screech out, but your legs still move further apart, inviting him closer. You know you should stop. This is dangerous territory, but you like it.

"You haven't thought about it? Not even when your cunt is squeezing my fingers so tightly. You can't lie to me Songbird; I know you want me to bottom out in your tight pussy," your fingers weave in his hair and your feet hook around the arms of his chair, sliding him closer. "Even when you can't talk your body is responding to me.  Legs spread, and needing me closer to you, huh.  You gonna let me have a taste of more than the cookies?"

"I, uh..." you begin, not knowing exactly what you want to say. You know he isn't wrong. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own as it reacts to his filthy words.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? My cock isn't even in your mouth and you can't talk," his fingers rub along the cotton of your dress, and he slides even closer, your thighs still spreading wider.

"I just..." you had never had someone be so forward about they wanted to do to you. Nervously you stare at Andy, as your hands card through his hair.

"You got dressed up and came all this way for what reason?" those sinful fingers trail up your body.  Giving a few good kneads to your tits as they travel up further to wrap around your neck. 

"What is it that you want Dove?" he whispers. The hand that's on your thigh, reaches for your own, pulling it into his own. Wrapping his larger hand in yours, his thumb gently rubs against the top of your hand. Your eyes turn dark almost immediately. Pupils blown wide and blocking out most of the bright green.

"Y-you, Andy," you’re able to choke out. You don't understand the hold he has on you. You just know that the you like the way his hand feels holding yours. You love the attention he gives you. Knowing that he's busy, but he still is taking time to spend with you.

"I know you do. That's why you got all dressed up for me. You know what tastes better than your cookies?" with a smile you guide the hand you’re holding under your dress. 

"Smart and pretty. But tell me what it is that you want, and I’ll give it to you right now," his hand winds up your thigh, palming you through your cotton panties. "Already soaked for me. I need to hear you say it." "I, um, I don't know," Andy can tell that you want him, your body responding beautifully to him.  But he's pushing you too far. His hand slides out from under your dress, and you look at him confused, "No, I didn't mean." "I have a lot of work to do," he starts to back away from you, seeing the confusion and almost heartbreak on your face. Maybe this is what you need to bring him closer to you. "I don't care if your brothers are still here, when I leave here, I'm coming to pick you up. Keep the dress on," he slides your body to the other side of his desk, and moves back to working.

Feeling frustrated and even more perplexed, you jump off his desk, "Can I kiss you goodbye?" our fingers play with the back of his brunette locks, giving his scalp a quick little scratch. His shiver under your fingers makes you smile, and it gets even bigger when he looks up at you.

Without answering he pulls you into his lap, and you release quick squeal, "You can kiss me whenever you want," your lips connect and all the confusion leaves your body for only a moment. In that moment you only feel Andy Barber and the way his pillowy lips fit perfectly against yours. The way the bitter chocolate lingers on his tongue, and the way he makes sure you feels his hardened cock.

Pushing you down even hard on his lap, and you release a desperate whimper.  Causing Andy to become even more frustrated, but he knows it'll be worth it. He has to give you time. It had only been a few days. A few more and you’ll be like putty in his arms, ready to mold and be the perfect girl for him.

"I should, um, go. See you later?" with a smile and a nod, he gives a quick peck on your lips.

"I'll come pick you up when I'm finished," quickly you push yourself off of him. Straightening out your dress and walking out of his office. Pausing to give him a sweet smile. Once you reach the blue Bug, you breathe deeply. Wondering if you’re making a mistake or not.

"So how did it go with Andy?" Sam asks you when you walk back into the apartment. You’re impressed that he's actually paying attention to you. Dean eating an overly large sandwich and rolling his eyes animatedly. With the mention of the older man, he looks over at you, waiting on your answer.

"He was busy, so I didn't get to stay too long," Dean chews the sandwich with a smile, thinking that he won't be getting his hands on his sister this time. "He's picking me up after work though." "That changes plans for us. We were going to leave, but I think we'll stay an extra day. Just to make sure you come back home," both Sam and your eyes turn to look at your older brother.

"No. We've got things we need to do. Now you two stay in good terms, and you can call and make sure she's safe," very rarely does Sam go against what Dean says, but Dean knows he's right. They have to get back on the road, they're already a few days behind.

The siblings settle down for a nice afternoon. Talking about their life growing up, the boys telling you the things you’d missed. You pack up the pie in some containers bidding them farewell with a hug and kisses to their cheeks, "No more ignoring my calls, Dovey. I mean it. And if that asshole..." you give Dean a look warning him to not turn the afternoon sour. "If Andy does anything to hurt you or push you into something, you'll let me know?" "Yes, but we're just friends." "Maybe you need to talk to him about that. I don't think his intentions are to remain friends. I also don't think that you realize your feelings towards him. But we trust you. Maybe we'll see you in a few weeks, maybe a month or so," Sam adds hugging you and picking you up. "Stay out of trouble Dovey." By the time he sets you back down, Bucky walks out the back and up the stairs.

"That guy's weird," Dean says, "Well, Dove...should you need us, just give us a call." "I will, stay out of trouble you two," you say with a laugh. You know they'll find all the trouble and then some, but they're both more than capable of taking care of themselves. Your legs drag up the stairs, needing to refresh yourself before Andy comes to pick you up. Once you enter the apartment, you hear the shower running, knowing the tall brunette is cleaning up from his day of work. Moving instinctually around the apartment. The furniture may be different, newer, cleaner, but the placement is all the same.

Your hands pick up anything out of place your brothers may have left, taking out the garbage, and he's still showering. Bored and getting nervous about Andy coming in a bit. With all the nervous energy and excitement, you need to keep your hands busy. Opening up the closet you spot the old vacuum. Not everything was replaced. Putting in your earbuds you begin vacuuming. Dancing around and lightly singing. Forgetting that Bucky is still there.

You never notice the tall man leaning up against the bathroom doorframe just watching you. This is the first time that he hasn't seen you stuttering or moving awkwardly. Feeling a bit light headed. Your music is way too loud, so you don't even hear the knock at the door. 

Not expecting company Bucky walks over confused to find Andy, "You think you could get dressed?" Andy asks, looking in he sees you, his little Songbird. And he gets the tiniest glimpse of the second reason Jensen called you that. Your voice lightly rings out in the room. Soft and sweet.

His eyes rakes over your body, looking all domesticated, "Sorry, didn't realize we were expecting company. I just got out of the shower, and Peach over there is in a zone," his flesh hands covered in tattoos run through his long hair, slicking it back on his scalp. "You got a thing for the Georgia Peach?" Andy's eyes glance at his brother's oldest friend, and he gives him a cocky smirk, "I'm here to pick her up, aren’t I?" "You bringing her back?" Andy wants to wipe the smirk off Bucky’s face, before he can do anything you turn to look at the two of them.

"Oh, uh, h-how long have you two, uh, been standing there?" your shyness now back.

"Just got here, Songbird. You ready to go?" you shake your head no, and pull Andy in the room with you, away from Bucky's prying eyes. "Why are you bringing me in here?" he asks, but it isn't long until your mouth eats up any words that either of you can say. "Not that I'm complaining but..." "I'm sorry about earlier. I just froze. I didn't..." your words fly out of you so quickly that you can't even think, barely getting a breath since your lips left Andy's.

"Probably shouldn't have been doing that in the office anyways. And I apologize for pushing. You just look really nice today," Andy looks to your bed and sees your open backpack full of clothes and some toiletries. "You going somewhere?" 

"I uh, I just, um, I thought it might be nice just in case. I don't uh..." "Dove, you're fine. I've missed waking up to you. We should make it a regular thing," thick strong fingers smooth out your dress. "Showing up at my office was a bold move. I got all kinds of questions as to who you were." "Can I ask you something?" you want to sound confident in your question. You know that Andy is great at manipulating words, so you have to be careful.

"Ask me anything." "Is this..." your thin fingers point between their two bodies and your green eyes turn to look at him, "I mean, what are we getting out of this? Is it just a bit of fun?" Andy looks down at you, playing with your hair with a smile, "It is fun, but surly you know there's more to whatever this is than fun? I want to have fun with you, but that's not it. I know it's sudden, but there's history between us. Even you have to know that." You do. You know the history between you, and Andy knows what the number one reason for you and Jensen to move away, "Are you comfortable coming to my house? We can stay here. Bucky will be here." "We can go. I just..." "After this case, let me take you out on a date. Does that clear things up?" you  smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "I'm sorry, did I say something?" "I, uh, haven't dated since..." your voice trails off. He pulls you in closer to him, and you melt into his warmth, "I'm sorry, Andy." "I'll let you take charge of this then. If that's what you want." "Okay," you actually would want Andy to take charge and you tell him what you’re not comfortable with, but you want to drop this for now. His answer was satisfactory enough, if only past memories of your husband weren't brought up. "Let's go. I know you have to be tired."

The ride to Andy's seems much longer than it actually is. His hand gently holds on to yours while his thumb traces shapes on the top of your hand. Already you feel yourself heating up. It's been so long since you felt someone. What you and Andy have done prior was play. You want him. The heat he's creating on your hand travels all the way to your stomach, and on into your core. Wiggling around you try to have some relief by creating your own friction. The attempt is in vain.

Andy sees you constantly squeezing your thighs together. Seeing you writhing already and he's not said anything, not touched you, apart from his hand. He's put two and two together. Every time he's made this gesture with his hand, you immediately get lustful. He had seen his little brother with you. Remembers back on times that you would be out. Both of you had an understanding when you left. Everyone could see it in both of your eyes. 

You were always ready to go at the same time. He can't remember if he would caress your hand. But your reaction to him barely touching you makes him wonder.  As if you and Jensen had a wordless conversation when it was time to go.  And all of this started after that night.

If that's the case Andy knows he should stop. He should quit manipulating the situation in his favor. He hadn't touched you earlier and you still wanted to kiss him. It's just now there's a hunger in your eyes a need for him, "Andy?" "Yeah, Songbird?" he glances over to you while he pulls the car into the garage. He sees the confliction in your face. Your body pulling you towards Andy and your brain tries to say something.

"Do you...um, I'm not on anything," with a confused face he looks at you. "Do you...have protection?"

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SAILOR MOON TOMORROW

Episode 97! Michiru Kiaoh bullies a teenager at a public pool!

Also, there were many many amazing answers to my croissant offer, I expected nothing but oh my god I got so much back. I was delighted! Some of you helped me in the kitchen or gave me coffee, and one of you promised me duck bacon, but I have to highlight this one:

I graciously accept the croissant as it has been a day too many since I’d last feasted upon this delightfully and delicately layered pastry. When held in hand, a memory arises with aim to put me a pitiful liar. For lo, I’d had one nay but the day before. More than one in fact. It had been a store bought bag with depictions of the dear crisp, tender, and flaky pastry turned mini and numerous. Altogether a small gathering and filled with a dollop of vanilla cream to tease and tantalize and leave you wanting. A memory that understandably my addled mind sought to erase, ironing the fold it occupied to make ready for a new memory of worth. As the croissants, truly in name only, were but dried husks, half stale yet somehow malleable enough to chew. Maybe that was the lack of any and all substance from the hollow chambers of its excessively bready interior. Layers? What layers. The bay itself was the only layer it possessed. Serving as a fictitious front to hide its shame. Now I stare down the croissant gifted to me, held betwixt mine fingers as there is no packaging to admire or be dubious of. I should perhaps question this but I don’t because I know the source and trust their integrity. Alas, the reality hits. There is no croissant, within my vacant palm is the illusion created from a digitally delivered promise of this baked good. Ah, no, I was mistaken yet again. The offer was made but the details never specified, I was the fool who’d assumed it could be anything more than a thought prospect. No matter, it can still be a gift, as the offer still served to remind of what I truly sought, an honest work of a food artisan. This was it; this was my sign to cease my tomfoolery and stop settling for manufactured lies and instead seek the truth and let myself honestly live. Thank you. -- I need you to know that this INCREDIBLE tale that could be summed up as ‘thanks, I had a really shitty croissant yesterday and I should have known better’ brought me UNTOLD joy.

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Figure-Rise Amplified Alphamon

When this Alphamon was announced I remember thinking how they had somewhat forced popularity. Given their own movie, placed opposite to Omegamon, pushed heavily in marketing. I began to question if they even had a personality at all... And then I thought some more. Even if it focused more on its prevolutions, X-Evolution was all about Alphamon, they were a very intimidating villain in Tri (with no payoff, but whatever, Tri sucks), has several manga appearances, and is technically one of the main characters in Cyber Slueth. There are plenty of interesting interpretations of this character, even if their initial pitch was forced upon us.

The Good: Despite the proportions, Alphamon is quite posable. Full range in the arms and legs, decent range in the torso and neck, and an articulated cape and wings. They also come with an effect part to replicate “Digitalize of Soul,” and their sword is a large, single piece that uses raised gem stickers to finish the look. It was a very fun kit to put together.

The Bad: Alphamon has poor balance. While it’s possible to tripod them on their cape, it causes it to bend if you do, which is why mine is always on a stand. The plastic was also strangely flaky. I felt like washing my hands every time I clipped the black plastic because there was always bits of debris on them.

Also, he reuses parts from both Dukemon and Omegamon, but only, like, five pieces per runner? Which begs the question as to why they didn’t just make a single new sprew, at least for the weight bearing parts? I really want to know how much money was saved by doing this.

The Details: For the most part it was just metallic red panel lining to replicate the Children’s War Game look of the rest of the kits I’ve done. I also painted parts of the chest and the back of the head gold, panel lined the mouth black, and painted in the eyes. Since he’s mostly black, there wasn’t much else to be done when it comes to things like fill :/

Overall, a fun kit with some production weirdnesses, but nothing that impacts the final product. The next announced kit is an anime-accurate Angemon, which looks interesting. They also announced an S.H.Figuarts Angewomon, which isn’t my scene, but I might be tempted if it matches Angemon in size. We’re at the point where I’m beyond guessing what they’re going to do next, but Susanoomon, ShineGreymon, or Shoutmon X4 would all be cool, IMO.

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Curing a Phobia (chapter one)

Curing a Phobia

Chapter One: Dandruff of a Wimp

“Alligator teeth, for sure!” Giggles laughed with an ecstatic look written on her face. Flaky heard herself yelp before she could even think of the thought. Sharp teeth crammed into her jaw? That’s an accident waiting to happen! What if she bit her tongue? It would be no more!

“Really? Cause I would love shark teeth,” Petunia added in her own answer. That was even worse, it felt like…! Losing teeth constantly, biting the cheek. If she drew blood with sharp teeth, would she want to eat others? Would sharks be considered cannibals? Not to mention if she died, they would only see the teeth! She learned it from wondering if shark week was a week to worry about sharks, so she did extensive research and regretted it.

The two were in the middle of a game of Would You Rather. Flaky, hearing both options, couldn’t help but overanalyze every option until the two grew bored and changed to the next round. They tried their best to include Flaky, but perhaps their choices were too much for her. Still, they offered sympathetic smiles to her, as they did every time she discussed the options.

“What about you, Flaky?” Giggles wondered. The porcupine felt her quills slant down. She grew worried and wondered if they would fall off.

“U-um…” she spoke up. Her mind raced like rapid waters and it felt as if her throat was being grabbed by two hands destined to end her life. “I-... it… um… does it have to… be just either…? I… I would like, um… bird teeth.” Giggles sighed with an eye roll.

“Birds don’t have teeth,” Petunia oh so helpfully pointed out.

“I-I know! I know that… let me just… think…”

“Flaky, it’s just two options…!” the chipmunk had tried to patiently tease but it came off a bit abrasive. “Alligator or shark?”

“N-neither…!”

They both groaned.

“Flaky, we’re really trying, really…” Petunia softly spoke. Feeling guilty, Flaky looked down. The skunk, sharing the reaction, huffed and took Flaky’s hand. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“I-I know…” she nodded softly. Lammy waltz over with a few sandwiches and cups of tea.

“Aww is everything alright?”

“Yeah…” Giggles looked at her friend with a smile she mustered up quickly. “Thanks.”

“It’s just… you’re scared of so much and we don’t even know what the things are most of the time, or even the reasonings.”

“I-I wish I knew too,” Flaky rubbed her arm.

“Well we DO know some things,” Petunia said outloud. “Spiders, snakes, baby chickens.”

“Waterslides, ponds, airplanes,” Giggles continued, counting her fingers. “Is there anything you’re scared of most?”

The quilled friend tugged at one of her spikes, some dandruff falling to the floor beneath her. She gulped her dry mouth. “... Flippy…”

This got the two to nod understandingly.

“Okay that one I see,” she agreed. “But… Flippy’s a pretty nice guy…! Honest…!”

“Yeah! He loves playing games with us…!”

“N-no!” she shouted. “H-he’s a monster…! He’s hurt so many…!”

“Flaky! He’s not a monster…!” the pink one chastised. “We don’t and won’t know what he’s been through, but he’s a friend of ours, like you are to us…!”

“Besides,” the skunk shrugged, picking up her tea. “He’s neat, that’s a good thing to have in a friend.”

“And loves to laugh!”

“He’s scary to me…” Flaky’s eyes downcasted south again. The two could only share glances, wondering what isn’t scary to her.

“Pass him, pass him!” Toothy screamed.

“No, don’t even! Don’t you dare, I swear!” Cuddles reacted with intensity. Flippy grinned as he propped himself on his knees, controller in hands. He accelerated his character in the digital car, hugging the wall of the track. “I’m gonna make it! I’m gonna make it!”

But before his own character could fly over the checkered line, Flippy’s car flew right by, gaining speed from drift points. “NOOOOOOO!!!”

Defeated, Cuddles dramatically flung himself to the carpet. “Curse you! Curse you all to hell!”

“Ha! ‘The veteran isn’t that good at video games’, hm?” Flippy beamed with pride. Toothy bowed to Flippy on his knees.

“Ye are worthy! We are not! Ye are worthy! We are not!” he chanted. This caused Flippy to snort and erupt into laughter. Cuddles merely groaned on the floor.

“My highscore… My life… ruined!”

“Oh come on, it’s just a game.”

“It’s my livelihood!”

“Trust me, it isn’t.”

Flippy helped the dramatic rabbit up and then stood up himself. “Come on, I’ll let you beat me next time. For now, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Let me!?” Cuddles feigned shock and offensiveness.

“Ooohoo! He got you!” Toothy grinned like a maniac, holding Flippy’s shoulders. “Now fetch something for the king.”

“Stahahap…!” Flippy snickered. “Let’s all just grab something out. My treat.”

“... you serious?” Cuddles lost his pridelessness for a few seconds to see if he heard that right.

“Yeah, I’ll even let you pick the-”

“Hell yeah!” he bounced back to life. “We’re going to Guppy Grub!”

With shared smiles, Toothy put the game on pause and followed Cuddles and Flippy outside.

“You sure you wanna pay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” he shrugged. “Besides, I’m caught up with bills and groceries, so unless there’s a robbery, I think I’ll be alright.”

“Ya heard the man!” the bunny concluded.

Walking down the icy sidewalk, Flippy looked up at the sky, getting lost in the snow falling down and grabbing at his fur ever so gently. It was winder and while regular bears hibernate, he didn’t need to. Just on some days, he was lethargic and would pass out anywhere when the weather got cool. He once found himself in the hospital because he passed out at the top of stairs. The doctors remarked how he only got a broken arm from his body basically ragdolling down seven stories.

“Are you feeling tired?” Toothy decided to ask. Flippy broke out from his trance.

“Oh no, not today,” he shook his head. “Yesterday I caught up on sleep when you guys wanted to invite me over.”

“Probably for the best,” the bucktoothed friend looked at the eager rabbit. “Knowing Cuddles, he would draw a mustache on you.”

“I would not!” he defended quickly. “I would put you in the Ancenstor Fellow pose they always do.” Thinking about the though, he sniggered and trotted right next to the bear.

“Yeah, I feel like you would.” Flippy’s eyes went back up to the sky.

He was glad he wasn’t too tired. Winter was his favorite season. Everything was clean and beautiful and the snow falling was so hypnotic. He would watch it for hours while snuggled in his bed out the window. Admiring it while it made piles against the glass along with his thick fur made him tired and thinking about that feeling nearly got him stumbling.

“Woah!” the beaver caught his arm. “You alright?”

“I think it’s too slick for him,” Cuddles grabbed his other arm. But as if on cue, his wasn’t looking where he was going and felt his feet slide out from under him. A slanted sidewalk due to the incompetence of a certain blue moose and the ice made Cuddles fall into the powdery snow. Since he was clutching to Flippy’s arm already, he brought him and Toothy down.

“Pfft you wihihing nut!” Toothy clamped some snow and pushed it into his face. “Was that on purpose!?”

“I sweahahar it wasn’t!”

“Suuuuure sure, yeah I’ll remember that, garuntee!” he looked back at Flippy. “You alright?”

“Yes yes, I am,” he nodded, sitting up. “Just lost my thought for a second.”

“You sure? You aren’t tired?”

“Nah,” he shook his head, taking off some snow in the process. “... winter is beautiful.”

“It is,” the beaver smiled in agreement.

“I think the only person who would hate winter is Flaky. She always feared icicles.”

Cuddles looked at Flippy and Toothy for backup, but he saw Flippy looking a little saddened.

“... now you’ve done it,” the freckles beaver glared. “Flippy?”

“... just… thinking,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “... I wish I could get along with Flaky. She really seems nice.”

“Hey, it’s her loss man, you’re awesome!” Cuddles pointed out as he poked his arm. His jacket was noticeably more plush due to his fur thickening.

“No no, I… I think she’s just… scared of me,” he admitted. “Every time I’m around, she cowers or just hides. I… I think I’m doing something wrong, but I don’t really know what.”

The two best friends were silent now. They didn’t know what to say since… it was true. Flaky avoided Flippy like the plague. It kind of made sense, though. He was in the war, moving to this town right after deployment for unknown reasons. And there were his… episodes. He became a whole different person. Flippy was kind, clumsy, goofy, this other him was… not. He had the most menacing yellow eyes and a predatorial pair of teeth. It scared everyone, yes, but they knew Flippy wasn’t this monster. Well… almost everyone. “... I think I’m a monster to her…”

“That’s not true…!” Cuddles argued. “When I first came here, man, she was TERRIFIED! Just because I skateboard all around! She was scared of getting run over!”

“She didn’t like how big my tail was,” Toothy offered any comfort he could.

“Well it’s fake, anybody would be sca-ow!!” Toothy threw another pile of snow at the rabbit, then looked at Flippy.

“Point is… Flaky isn’t really a people person, but she’ll adjust…! It may take longer with you because she’s never been… to w-a-r,” he spelled out slowly as to not panic the already saddened bear. “But… she will. You’re really an awesome guy.”

This made him smile at him, give a nod and breathe in and out slowly.

“Thanks… I appreciate it…”

“Yeah, of course!”

“Can we go now? I’m freezing my butt off and I’m hungry…!”

They all stood back up, walking to Russell’s restaurant. Flippy was smiling, happy to have had that talk, but Cuddles and Toothy? They themselves were now the ones lost in thought.

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CHERRY CHAPSTICK

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Pairing: Chan x fem reader

Word count: 600

Note: I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about a scenario like this for a while now. Also thank you for 300 followers! I decided to finish this and post it as a thank you!

If there was one thing you learned about Chan, it was that he didn't take care of his lips. Sure he used the occasional smear of Vaseline before bedtime when his lips became exceptionally dry, but hardly attempted to make it a habit, and with his busy schedule, it's understandable. The man stayed up at ungodly hours and slept until the afternoon, sometimes only resting for a few hours before needing to be up early for a schedule. He practically lived in his studio and when he wasn't there, he was at the gym with Changbin, getting in a workout session or two.

Thankfully, he had you to help him out. Whenever you stayed the night at the dorms with him you'd make sure he put chapstick on, even going as far as applying it for him, lightly nagging that if he just stayed consistent with a routine his lips wouldn't dry out so easily.

You laid in Chan's relatively small bed with him, the color changing lights on the wall above cloaking the room in a variation of hues that faded into one another. Chan pressed his thick lips to yours, kissing you softly and making you melt into him. Moments like these were welcomed, especially since they didn't happen often. You sighed softly, your hand cupping his cheek before sliding up into his hair to run your digits through his dark curls which you adored so much. His hand that rested on your hip caressed the bit of skin that was exposed due to your shirt riding up, the sensation causing your heart to beat just a little faster.

"You haven't been taking care of your lips." The comment was made when you pulled away from him, your thumb running over the dry and slightly flaky skin.

"I know. I need to do better."

"I don't visit for two weeks and this is what happens?" You sighed, the comment only meant in a teasing manner with no real seriousness behind it.

"You know me, I don't take care of my lips.”

"We'll just have to fix that." You pushed yourself up off the bed and shuffled over to your bag to rummage through the pockets.

Pulling out a small tube of chapstick, you uncapped the balm and slathered it on your lips in a thick layer, rubbing them together to spread the product.

Chan watched in silence, expecting you to put some on him next, as you'd done it many times before. Instead, you took a different approach, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, dragging them over his own to transfer some of the balm. His eyes momentarily widened at your actions before slowly fluttering closed as his hands found your waist once again, pulling you back down into bed with him. The faint taste of cherry accompanied the heated kiss which drove Chan wild. He rolled over so he was on top of you, tilting his head to slot your mouths closer together, getting more of the fruit-scented product on his full, pillowy lips.

Your hands found their way back into Chan’s hair, nails grazing along his scalp and drawing out a soft groan from him that had a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

After a few moments of bliss, Chan pulled away, gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes that were glazed over with passion.

“Clever girl.” Chan smirked, referring to your new application strategy.

“I decided to try a different approach.”

“If that’s how you decide to start making sure I wear chapstick, I’ll wear it all the time.”

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It wasn't often that Copperhead needed help. This time however it seemed that the assistance of another person was vital, particularly as it concerned a serious medical matter. Luckily he knew just the person to turn to - Bertha had already pledged her skills in the event he needed help in future and now it seemed the time had come, the Serpent Metahuman come knocking on her door. It must have seemed like such an insignificant matter to trouble her with, Umbrella's former medic going from treating BOW-related injuries, to gunshot and more only to deal with a stuck eyecap. His last shed had been messy, requiring a soak and even now stubborn patches remained, clinging to his scales with the force of a child discovering sticky sweets. "Bertha, I need- help, your help. Please." Copperhead asked, scaled hand coming up to indicate his right eye. It was plain to see what the matter was - the stuck shed stood out like a flag, looking dull and flaky compared to his other, healthy eye of chartreuse clean of all debris. His own hands and killer claws were quite useless in this matter, being far too rough and cumbersome to manage what a human woman's softer, svelte digits could. He shifted awkwardly, tongue flickering but trusting her enough to come willingly, for her help, her expertise.

Hearing her name and his request for help the moment before she looked up from cleaning her tools was a sudden rush of negative possibility over what could possibly be wrong. Luckily, seeing the metahuman revealed the problem fairly quickly. She hadn't needed to spent the last few weeks trying to learn everything she can about reptiles to realize what was troubling Copperhead. It looked painful.

Anyone else and she would have asked how much it hurt before doing anything; maybe employed scissors where none were needed just to watch them squirm or to chance an errant cut and inflicting a little damage. Not with Copperhead. She pulls off her gloves in case any cleaning solution on them might upset the process.

"I have never done this before." It is the warning she gives before she carefully begins.

One hand cups the side of Copperhead's face opposite the stuck cap, just to help steady them both. She uses her other thumb to very gently brush over the stuck cap, making a few sweeps to carefully coax the old the skin to roll back. Her own blue eyes are glued to her work, taking care for any signs of pain from her patient. The old skin rolls back easily enough that she doesn't need to employ a damp cloth. When she feels it's enough away from his eye she pinches a corner of the old skin between her fingers.

"On three." No one else would get any warning. "One. Two. Three." She counts slowly and, at the end, tugs the old skin off the side of his head, then looks his face over to examine her work.

She's never seen him freshly shed before. He looks somehow vibrant. It makes her smile, "Very handsome. I am sure you know this already." She leans in and presses a small kiss to his right cheek- it's as close as she dares get to his eye. "There; all finished."

#cxpperhead #v: dc #Bertha will always fix you up good :D

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Air Fryer Salmon | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

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Air Fryer Salmon | Slimming World Friendly Recipe

Cooking salmon in an air fryer results in the most beautiful, tender succulent and delicious piece of fish and it’s so quick and easy too! This low carb, Slimming world friendly, low calorie salmon recipe takes 10 minutes to cook and it is perfect as part of an easy weeknight meal. 

Air Fryer Salmon is a real heartbreaker. It is utterly tender and flaky on the inside, with a blush of crispness on top. It is so delicious it will make it basically impossible for you to ever order salmon in a restaurant again. Impress dinner guests, who will think you have ordered in!!

I am absolutely obsessed with my air fryer, in fact I use it daily! Since I purchased the Ninja Dual Air fryer I have used my oven literally a handful of times. It is perfect for cooking delicious meals but also just throwing in a few chicken nuggets for the kiddos too. 

I highly recommend the Ninja Foodi Dual Zone Digital Air Fryer with its 2 useful drawers. Having two separate baskets makes it easier to throw together a complete meal. 

Why you’ll love this recipe….

Delicious

So flaky

Cripy on the outside

Syn free when following Slimming World

Low in calories

Low in fat

Easy to cook in just 10 minutes

Healthy for the whole family

Tips for cooking air fryer salmon

Don’t overcrowd your salmon fillets If you are air frying more than one fillet, ensure there is a gap between each. Definitely do not stack the salmon otherwise there will be no crispy outside. 

Choose salmon fillets that are the same size This will ensure the fillets are evenly cooked. I have chosen a 130g fillet for this recipe.

Pre heat the air fryer for 2 minutes This will ensure the salmon fillets are evenly cooked. 

Use a fork to see if the salmon is cooked Check the flakiness using a fork to see if the salmon is cooked.

Batch Cook – Storage Information

Fridge: Keep cooked salmon in the fridge I an airtight container for up to 3 days. It is perfect to add to salads etc.

Freezer:You can freeze the pieces of cooked salmon for up to 3 months, just thaw in the fridge overnight and then warm until heated through.

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Air Fryer Salmon

Cooking salmon in an air fryer results in the most beautiful, tender succulent and delicious piece of fish and it’s so quick and easy too! This low carb, Slimming world friendly, low calorie salmon recipe takes 10 minutes to cook and it is perfect as part of an easy weeknight meal. Nutritional InformationSlimming World: Syn FreeWeight Watchers: ZeroCalories: 200 Per Fillet

Prep Time 5 minutes minutes

Cook Time 10 minutes minutes

Total Time 15 minutes minutes

1 Salmon Fillet (Approx 130g)

Low calorie cooking spray

1 tsp Garlic Granules

½ tsp Paprika

Salt and Pepper

Preheat your air fryer to 180c for 2 minutes.

Sprinkle the fillet with garlic, paprika and season with salt & pepper. Spritz with low calorie cooking spray.

Pop into the air fryer basket. Cook for 8 – 10 minutes. Checking doneness with a fork. No need to flip during cooking.

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Traeger Grills Pro Series 22 Electric Wood Pellet Grill and Smoker Review & Test

The Traeger Grills Pro Series 22 Electric Wood Pellet Grill and Smoker is known for its versatility, allowing users to grill, smoke, bake, roast, braise, and BBQ their favorite meals to perfection.  But how well does it truly live up to this reputation? Can the precision of its temperature control, sturdiness, durability, and its large cooking capacity set it apart in the bustling world of barbecue? And perhaps, most importantly, does cooking with wood truly make a difference in taste?  Join us as we peel back the layers of this bronze beauty, armed with real user experiences and technical understanding, to help you decide if this grill can truly take your grilling game to new heights. Traeger Grills Pro Series 22 Electric Wood Pellet Grill and Smoker Features Superior Flavor with Wood Pellets One thing that sets the Traeger Grills Pro Series 22 apart from the traditional gas and charcoal grills I've used in the past is its use of 100% all-natural hardwood pellets. Over the years, I've experimented with a variety of grilling methods, but there's something about the unique, smoky flavor that only wood can impart to the food. I remember this one summer afternoon when I invited my friends over for a barbecue. The pork ribs I prepared were an absolute hit - their taste was elevated by the natural wood flavor. The consensus was unanimous: Cooking with wood pellets does make a considerable difference. Versatility: From Low and Slow to Hot and Fast Not all grills can handle the range of cooking methods that the Pro Series 22 can. The 6-in-1 versatility feature allows me to grill, smoke, bake, roast, braise, and even barbecue food to juicy perfection. I recall one day I decided to challenge the grill to a culinary duel. I started by smoking a large cut of brisket low and slow. Then I turned up the heat to grill some veggies and finish with a high-heat sear on a pair of prime steaks. The results were nothing short of amazing, with every dish cooked just right. Precision Temperature Control What's remarkable about the Traeger Pro Series 22 is its Digital Pro Controller which uses Advanced Grilling Logic. This feature ensures a +/- 15-degree F temperature control, allowing for precision grilling. On one particular occasion, I was grilling a couple of salmon fillets - a dish that requires accurate temperature control to get right. I was able to maintain the grill at a steady 350°F, resulting in perfectly grilled salmon with a slightly smoky flavor and a delicious, flaky interior. Sturdy Construction and Large Cooking Capacity The sturdy steel construction and durable powder coat finish ensure the Pro Series 22 can withstand the rigors of regular use. Additionally, its large cooking capacity of 572 square inches allowed me to grill large batches of food at once. I remember hosting a large family gathering where I needed to grill burgers for 20 people. The generous grilling space of the Pro Series 22 made the task seem effortless, and I was able to serve everyone simultaneously. Effortless Maintenance Cleaning grills can be a daunting task, but the Pro Series 22's easy-to-clean porcelain grill grates make the task a breeze. After a big cookout, I was dreading the cleanup. But, with a quick scrub, the grates were looking brand new. The all-terrain wheels also add to the grill's convenience, making it easy to move around my patio. The Traeger Grills Pro Series 22 Electric Wood Pellet Grill and Smoker delivers on all fronts. With its reliable performance, robust construction, and the unique flavor it imparts to the food, it’s an excellent investment for any grilling enthusiast. Final Thoughts In this section, you'll find our curated lists of the best grills across different categories. Our aim is to assist you in making a well-informed decision on which grill suits your requirements and preferences: - Best Value Natural Gas Grill: For those seeking high-quality performance at an affordable price, our compilation of the best value natural gas grills should be your go-to resource. We've carefully reviewed and ranked these grills to ensure you get the most bang for your buck. - Best Rated Electric Grill: If you're on the lookout for an electric grill, be sure to check our list of the best-rated electric grills. These grills have earned top marks from users and experts alike, ensuring a fantastic grilling experience. - Best Value Pellet Grill: Pellet grills offer a unique mix of convenience and smoky flavor. Our list of the best value pellet grills provides you with top-tier options that won't empty your wallet. - Best LP Gas Grills: For those who prefer grilling with propane, our curated list of the best LP gas grills covers a wide range of options. Whether you're after a small, portable grill or a larger, more sophisticated model, we've got you covered. Our aim is to provide you with reliable, in-depth information that simplifies your grill-shopping process. Happy grilling! Read the full article

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Get A Good Source Of Nutrients By Eating Paratha

Welcome friends, have a chill day. Do you all like Paratha? Yes, paratha is a universal food liked by all individuals. Paratha is a flatbread with large dietary fibres and proteins. In the urgent digital world, every husband and wife needs to go to the office for their children’s lives, so no time to spend in the kitchen preparing paratha. For them, I suggest the Instant Paratha Madurai from Subiksha Foods.

The whole wheat paratha is a traditional Indian flatbread used in every part of the country. It is very soft, flaky and a perfect companion to any dish. Parata delivers many nutrients to your body such as fibre, minerals, protein, and some antioxidants. In wheat, bran consists of 3 grams of fibre, and it is high in B vitamins like niacin, thiamine and folate. Minerals such as Zinc, iron, magnesium and manganese are also present in paratha.

In paratha, you can add or stuff peas or vegetables or chicken or paneer or rajma to get a full meal. Some types of parathas are carrot paratha, beetroot paratha, egg paratha, peas paratha, paneer paratha and aloo paratha, cheese paratha and so on.

The health benefits of choosing Instant Paratha Madurai areThe biggest health benefit of wheat paratha is a lower risk of heart disease. If you take 28-gram servings of whole grain paratha daily it may lower heart disease by 22%. Some research shows that 47% have no heart disease because of wheat paratha because of the presence of whole grains.

Another advantage of paratha is the lower risk of stroke. People who consume whole wheat grains had only 14% more strokes than those who eat the fewest. Components such as fibre, vitamin K, and also antioxidants with magnesium will easily reduce the stroke rate in your heart.

Reducing the risk of cancer acts as an anticancer against colorectal cancer as one type of cancer, prevents your body from cancer. Other components in wheat paratha like phytic acid, phenolic acids and also saponins allow the development of cancer to slow.

I conclude that wheat paratha is a very important food for you to develop a healthy body which has antioxidants and protects from any external viral or bacterial infections. As I say already Buy Instant Paratha Madurai from Subiksha Foods. They prepare instant wheat paratha with 100% wheat whole grains which contain all nutrients and minerals in a perfect air-sealed bag.

Find us inside Subiksha Foods at No 110 A, Bypass Road, Bethaniyapuram, Opp Babu Sharkar Marriage Mahal, Madurai — 625016, or call us at [phone]. You will be able to browse our website at https://subikshafoods.in/ for details.

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[danielthechefmaker]

Je suis l'enfant that likes croissant.

Hi, my name is Daniel De Moor.

Why Croissants?

And I love croissants! It's so delicious. When I first went with my mother to paris, I ate a croissant. My mouth fell immediately in love with the flavour.

Boulangerie Poilâne

This is the place where I bought the croissant. It was just a normal croissant, but they're actually a lot of types.

First you have a 'Pain Au Chocolat'. This croissant combines the flavour of butter and chocolate. Then you have 'Pain Aux Raisins' that is available with raisins or a custard or almond cream filling. You also have 'Croissant Au Beurre' that contains a lot of butter. In the fourth place there is Croissant Aux Amandes. They are also known as almond croissants because they have an almond cream filling and are topped with chopped almonds. The croissants are then re-baked until they are crisp, so thats very special about it.

And last but not least we have the Croissant Ordinaries. It's just a normal croissant that you can eat with everything. It's also my favorite breakfast dish.

Different types of croissants

Recipe

This are the ingredients:

4⅔cups/605 grams all-purpose or bread flour, plus more for dusting

⅓cup/66 grams granulated sugar

1tablespoon plus ½ teaspoon/12 grams kosher salt

2¼teaspoons/7 grams active dry yeast

¾cup plus 2 tablespoons/214 grams water, at room temperature

½cup/120 grams whole milk, at room temperature

¼cup/57 grams unsalted butter, cut into ½-inch pieces, chilled

If you want to know how to prepare it yourself? Below is the link ⬇

Puff pastry

A special thing about making croissants is that they use puff pastry. It's actually dough that is twisted. They first place the butter on the dough and they fold it several times. Afterwards, they slice it in triangles and roll it up. And on the end they paint the croissant with egg yolk. And then they place it in an oven.

Cédric Grolet

The person in the video is named Cédric Grolet and I watch him all the time on tiktok. He is so good at baking croissants and other types pastry. He has so much followers and his content is great. He even has his own website! He is a French pastry chef who is known for his innovative and creative approach to pastry-making.

Grolet trained at several prestigious culinary schools in France, including École Nationale Supérieure de la Pâtisserie, and worked in various high-end pastry shops before becoming the head pastry chef at Le Meurice, a luxury hotel in Paris.

Grolet has also authored several pastry cookbooks, including "Fruits" and "Opéra". He continues to innovate and push the boundaries of pastry-making, and his creations are highly sought after by pastry enthusiasts around the world.

Origin

But where do croissants actually come from? There are 2 theories because it is still not clear in the present. That's very weird. I will explain the 2 theories so that you already know a little more about them.

One popular theory is that the croissant was inspired by the crescent-shaped emblem of the Ottoman Empire. According to this theory, the croissant was created in Vienna, Austria in 1683 after the Austrian army defeated the Ottomans and the bakers of Vienna created a pastry in the shape of the crescent as a symbol of victory. The pastry was then brought to France by Marie Antoinette, who was from Austria, and it became a popular breakfast food.

Another theory suggests that the croissant was invented in France during the 19th century. This theory states that the croissant was created by French bakers who were inspired by the Austrian kipferl, a crescent-shaped pastry that was similar to a croissant but not as flaky and buttery. The French bakers then added their own touches to the pastry, including more butter and a flakier texture.

Regardless of its origin story, the croissant is now a beloved pastry enjoyed around the world.

#croissants #tasty #delicious #turkey #kipferl #ottoman flag #yummy

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Southpacific: Constance (1999)

It was the summer of the new millennium. It ended just as soon as it started. Quitting my sales position at a swimming pool supply store wasn’t bad enough, so another card had to be played against me. Anna decided to cancel our week-long plans at the last minute. Bus ride to Ocean City? Gone. Having fun with someone special? Gone. One-of-a-kind memories? Gone. All gone. Off the table. I was still paying for the bad beats of blowing up bridges from my circle of friends from high-school, so this pushed me further in debt. I had no movement, no friends, no job or money. Just a bike, a Playstation, and the radio carrying me through those depressing, humid, tiring nights. The one great thing about that Summer, though, was how one of WUSB’s hip-hop shows turned me on to sampling and crate-digging. It totally changed my life for the better; as if I was given a new hand and slowly got all of my chips back.

Another moment that stayed with me, but not as life-changing, was when Xris of Night Of The Living Poseurs played a few curiously dreamy songs in succession. Warbly, erratic, scribbling drones and grating squeals became the fata morgana slowly sailing to shore to make their presence felt before fading out completely. A lone bassline swirls into dripping syrupy drums and dirty hard-pressed guitar riffs switching into vibrating high-pitched tones wrestling with against the crusty flaky distortion. Strums spiraling into a hollow hopeless depression. Whatever emanated from the radio provided a dead-on soundtrack to a lonely, dejected, no-win Summer. To this year, those sounds still run through my head as much as Anna does these days as they both go hand-in-hand. As always, those sounds were saved on cassette with no identification and for years became nameless sounds.

In recent months I’ve been able to digitize my entire cassette diary. It had to be done for fear of having those cassettes deteriorating to the point of no return. In a span of three months I revisited almost twenty years worth of time these cassettes captured. My Brentwood years. Plainview. Community college. Stony Brook University. I can always count on my -diary to go back in time whenever I want; the years changing randomly with just a switch of the tape. Eventually I’d have to revisit the turn of the millennium to preserve a part of me and my identity forever. It’s been years since my ears re-visited that hazy uncertain era that was up for grabs. I reached back to that one tape that contained the sounds that’d return me to a mid-summer disappointment. In just a few seconds the app-gave me the results: “Pintail Gate”, “Automata”, “Instrumental”, “Telegraph Hill”. They had a name all along. I just never knew them - until know. All goes back to Southpacific’s debut shoegaze dream Constance, the big picture. Another mystery has been put to rest once and for all.

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Welcome back to the horror

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