#which was one of them blueberry pancake sausage things | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wildmoonworld · 6 months

Text

First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), fingering, hair pulling, pregnancy, MINORS STAY AWAY!!

Summary: Danny is coming home from touring soon and you start feeling a bit off. You find out exciting news. Will Danny be excited or will be leave you like your baby daddy?

Part 3

~~*~~

It had been two months since meeting Danny. It had been a month since he left for tour. He had two more week left, you both had talked on the phone every night after every show. You could sit for hours just listening to him talk and get excited over every little thing. It was one of many things you adored about Danny. The last two weeks you knew would be dragging, waiting for him to come home. Emmy has asked about him every day, would even hop on quick facetime calls here and there to check in on her Dan.

Ten days before Danny came home, you woke up one more feeling a little off. Emmy was going to be awake soon, so you walked into the kitchen to start on some breakfast. You decided on pancakes, sausage and some fresh fruit. You mixed the batter, threw the sausages in the air fryer and starting slicing some fruit. As the sausage started cooking, you noticed the smell was horrendous. Opening up the air fryer, you gagged. Nothing was wrong with the sausage.

“Mama….mmm it smells so good!” Emmy said from the doorway of her bedroom. You could hear her little feet running down the hall, she turned the corner to the kitchen. She’s standing there with her Frozen pjs and bed hair sticking every which way.

“Good morning bug, did you sleep good?” you say picking Emmy up to sit her on the counter. She loved watching you cook. Emmy shakes her head, still half asleep. You plate the food and take it to the table. While trying to eat your breakfast, you realized how the sausage just didn’t even smell appealing.

After breakfast, Emmy is in the living room watching Ms. Rachel and you’re in the bathroom trying to get ready for the day. Half way through your makeup routine, you start to get clammy, nauseous and a light headed. You’re fighting the urge to puke everything that you had just digested. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Finally, you run to the toilet completely losing everything from breakfast. You sit on the bathroom floor, gathering yourself to have the energy to stand up. Emmy did have a stomach bug last week, that’s probably all it was you thought.

Emmy and you had a few places to run, since it was Saturday. You bath had made Saturdays, girls days. First stop was the local coffee shop, grabbing an iced mocha latte for yourself and Emmy a blueberry muffin. Heading over to Target to grab some groceries and toys, obviously you can’t take a toddler to target and not come back with toys.

You went over to where the medicine was located, trying to find something that could possibly cure whatever it was you had. You walked by the pregnancy tests, you take a couple steps back. You grab a couple and place them in the cart. It wasn’t like you were pregnant, you were on birth control and you had your cycle two weeks ago. It was impossible, but you as an overthinker just couldn’t get that thought out of your head.

After Target, you had grabbed lunch from El Tequila. Emmy’s favorite place to eat. After lunch, you had taken Emmy over to your moms house. She wanted to take her to the aquarium, you weren’t feeling too well so you told your mom to drop her off at the house afterwards.

You had gotten back to the house, unloading the groceries and you were set on getting in some comfy clothes. You had taken the tests to the bathroom and set them on the counter. You walked into your bedroom, over to Danny’s side of the closet grabbing one of his old high school t shirts. You walked over to your closet pulling out some christmas pajama pants and putting them on.

Walking by the bathroom, you stop in the hallway backing up a couple steps and contemplating if you wanted to take the tests or not. After 5 mins in the doorway, you head into the bathroom, opened up the tests.

You have to wait three minutes for the results to finish processing, longest three minutes of your life you thought. While waiting, you were thinking about how you would tell Danny if they were to come out positive, if you were even ready for another, if he was even ready for one. After 5 mins of being in your thoughts, you walk over to the tests that are turned upside down. You flip them over with your eyes shut, placing your hands over the results. You look into the mirror at yourself, breathing in one last deep breath before exhaling.

POSITIVE

You took all four tests, all four had the word positive written across them. You started to get clammy, nauseous and light headed. Backing up to sit on the side of the bathtub, you start to shake. You were in shock, you were on birth control and you just had your period. There was no way.

~~*~~

It was one day before Danny was going to be home from tour. You still haven’t told him that you were pregnant, even though it killed you not to tell him every night since you found out. You wanted to tell him in person to see his reaction.

You had gone to the OB earlier that week, you found out that you were coming up on nine weeks. The baby was healthy, you were able to hear the heartbeat and get a couple sonograms. After leaving the doctors office you wanted to grab some things so you could surprise Danny when he got home. You went to the nearest boutique and had a onesie made that said “Rockstar in the making..” You went over to Target and found this matte black and glittery box that you put the onesie, sonograms and tests in. You’ve had this box in the top of your closet for a week just waiting for him.

3:00 am

You’re nuzzled under the blankets half asleep, you had told Danny you’d wait for him to get home. Your eyes shut for a moment, then you hear keys jiggling at the door, your front door slowly opens. You unable to move, because of how tired you were from staying up so late.

Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, the hall light turns on and you hear Emmys door creak open. It had to have been Danny, he checks on Emmy every night before heading to bed. You hear her door shut and he makes his way to your bedroom, standing in the doorway. You cant see his face, only his silhouette.

“Hey there, my love.” he says coming over to your side of the bed. You give him a sweet smile, stretching your arms out to him like a toddler needing to be picked up. He strips down to his boxers, crawling right into your embrace wrapping his arms around you. You don’t want to let him go, he looks up while his head is still on your chest puckering for a kiss. You close the gap between you two, not moving a muscle just your lips and his against one another.

“You have no idea how much we have missed you, Danny.” you say against his mouth almost shedding a tear, you didn’t realize how much until now. You knew you loved him.

“I missed my girls so much more..” he replies, pulling away to brush the strand of hair that slipped out of your messy bun behind your ear.

You both lay there in silence, taking in each other warmth and presence. Eventually you both fall asleep in each others arms.

Waking up next to Danny had been the only thing you were craving while he was gone, you rolled over to see this beautiful dark haired man sleeping peacefully. His curls were laid out on the pillow perfectly, his hand rested under his cheek making his lips pucker, and the sunlight danced across his tan skin.

You scoot closer to him, face to face just to admire the features of this man that is laying in your bed. You place a small kiss on his lips, not wanting to wake him just yet. He moves, turning onto his back adjusting one hand behind his head and the other on his chest.

“..hey baby, i have a gift for you..” you whisper into his ear, seeing one eye shoot open.

“what is it?” he whispers back, turning to face you.

You sit up, pull the covers off of your body. Your feet hit the cold floor, walking over to the closet and grabbing the black box. Walking back to the bed, you sit on the edge of the bed and place the box on your lap. You look to Danny with a nervous smile, your heart is beating faster and you start to become shaky.

“Open it.” you hand him the box, he shoots a confused look up to you. Sitting up in bed, he grabs the box placing it on his lap. You fold your arms across your body, nervous about the reaction you’re about to receive.

He pulls the ribbon to untie the lid, pulling the lid off to place it beside him. He unfolds the tissue paper, his eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared at the items inside of the box, finally picking up one of the sonograms and holding it up. Not a word. He pulls the covers off of his body, standing up. He starts to pace the floor beside the bed, his hand still holding the picture. He stops in front of the window, holding the picture up again to study it once more. He turns to look at you, he points to the picture then to you and then back to the picture. You shake your head.

“I’m gonna be…a fucking Dad?” he shouts, the biggest and widest smile was plastered across his face. Running around to your side of the bed, he gets on his knees staring at your stomach.

“I’m gonna be a fucking Dad.” he repeats he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head in your lap. You place your hand on top of his head, lacing your fingers between his curls. You let out a huge sigh of relief, tears start to roll down your cheeks. You lay back on the bed, trying to cover your sobbing. Danny sits up quickly, crawling up to your head and he places a kiss on your forehead.

“What is it? Baby, why are you crying?” he asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“I was so nervous to see your reaction, i didn’t know if you were ready or what you would think. It has been eating me alive…now i know you’re happy….pregnancy hormones, i’m sorry.” you explain to him, catching your breath. You look up at his big brown eyes, he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I am ready and I am very happy, plus Emmy needs a playmate.” he reassures you with his words, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, sliding your tongue against his. His hands run down your sides and tug on the waistline of your panties. You drag your nails against his back, hinting you want more.

Emmys door creaks open, you can hear her little foot steps running down the hall. She knew that Danny was coming home today.

“That will have to wait for now baby.” he says against your lips. You let out a sad sigh, dropping your arms onto the bed. He crawls down to your stomach, lifting your shirt and placing a gentle kiss where the tiny human is being stored.

“I’m your Dad.” he whispered, all you can do is smile and melt, falling deeper in love with this man you have known for almost three months.

Emmy swings the door open, running straight into Danny’s arms. He picks her up and spins her around, kissing the top of her head.

“Dannnnn, i missed you i missed you.” she says in between giggles.

“I missed you bug” he replies sitting down on the edge of the bed, Emmy sitting in his lap. “Are you ready to be a big sister?” he asked her in a whisper. Emmys eyes got big looking over to you.

“Mama, is having a baby?” she says with excitement written all over her face. You shake your head. Emmy jumps down from Danny’s lap, jumping up and down finally running over to your side of the bed wrapping her arms around your legs.

You pick her up and sit her in you lap. You place your forehead against hers.

“You’re gonna be the best big sister.” you say kissing her nose.

“Who wants breakfast?” Danny says, standing at the end of the bed. Emmy jumps down from the bed running down the hall to the living room. You stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure you want this? We’ve haven’t been together very long, i know…” he cuts you off mid sentence with a sweet kiss.

“Y/n, i have never been more ready in my life for this. Have we known each other for years? No, but i know one thing.” he replies, leaning down to place another kiss onto your lips.

“I love you, i love Emmy and i will love our baby.” he says rubbing his hands up your back to bring you closer to his body. Your entire body relaxes, tears starting to form within your eyes. You want to say it back, but you just can’t. Ever since Emmys biological father left, you haven’t been able to love the same. You knew Danny was different, it was just going to take some time.

~~*~~

Danny and you had taken Emmy to your mothers for the day, so you both could do some Christmas shopping. You guys had already walked around the entire mall at least twice or so you thought. Coming across a baby clothing store named “Tiny Toes”, your hand tucked on the inside of Danny’s arm he led you into the store. Browsing around the tiny clothes and shoes, he’s holding up baby boy clothes left and right. You can just tell by his face how happy he was and how he was hoping for a boy.

“How long do we have until we can start telling people?” he asked, sliding baby clothes on the rack.

“Tomorrow will make ten weeks, so in two weeks we can start telling people. That’s when the first trimester ends.” you reply, on the other side of the rack looking through the girl clothes.

“I just want to be on the safe side before we start announcing it, honey.” you followed with your last reply, you held up a baby girl outfit. It was a gray sweater with white leggings, printed with black and pink flowers.

“Look, i’m already out numbered with Emmy and you. Let’s hope for a boy.” he says jokingly, walking around to the girls clothes. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his hands on your belly.

“I’m so excited.” he says, his chin is on your shoulder. He reaches his hand towards your neck, pushing your hair to the other side and he lays a wet kiss on your neck. You turn around quickly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” you say, grabbing his jacket.

“Who says i’m not going to finish what i have started?” he replies, with lust in his eyes and a devilish smile.

~~*~~

Returning back home, you had put the Christmas presents away to hide from Emmy. While you were doing so, Danny had gotten into the shower. You walked into the bathroom, through the foggy glass shower door you could see his naked outline. You stripped down to nothing, opening the shower door. He devoured you with his eyes, he extended his hand out to help you inside. Neither of you said a word.

Facing him you slid your hand from his waistline up to his throat, sliding your hand up his chin. You pulled him into a hot, steamy kiss. His hands wondering all over your body, your tongues slid against each other. You bit his bottom lip, letting go you smiled. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. You let out a whimper, you reached down to his hardened length. Slowly you wrap your hand around his cock and started jerking him off.

“…fuck…” he lets out a moan, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. He lifts his head, reaching between your legs to your aching core. He starts doing circles on your clit, making your knees weak.

Both of you playing with each other, he slides his fingers through your folds to your entrance. He slides two fingers inside of you, you gasp letting go of his cock you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He’s pumping his fingers faster, making you moan against his lips.

“..daddy i…need you, please….fuck me..” you say in between moans, snipping at his bottom lip with your teeth. He lets out a soft giggle, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and shoving them down your throat making you gag. He kisses you once more before his hands are placed on your waist to spin you around, pressing your tits against the wall of the shower. He pulls your ass out, where your back is arched enough he can enter you. You stand on your toes to match the height of his waist, he has one hand placed on your shoulder and the other is wrapped around his cock teasing your soaked center.

“I’ve missed this pretty, pink pussy mamas.” he says, watching himself slide the head of him between your folds.

“Show me” you reply, biting your bottom lip.

He slides the hand that was on your shoulder to the nape of your neck, wrapping your hair into his fist. He shoved himself inside of you hard, you yelp.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked, his fist is still wrapped around your hair.

“…more, please Danny.” you respond, catching your breath. You’re not able to see the devilish grin that is plastered across his face. He places his free hand on your hip, thrusting, picking up the pace and fucking you faster.

“…oh my god..fuck, baby you feel so good…” you hear him say

“Harder, please.” you reply, he’s pounding into you with the little energy he has eft. He smacks your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek. That sends you over the edge, you’re reaching your climax and Danny can feel it. Your walls start to tighten and contract, you are lightheaded as the wave of relief washes over you.

“…fuck yeah baby, cum for me….such a good girl.” he says, watching you release all over him. Danny is right behind you with his, the fist in your hair becomes tighter while he’s pulling you back so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder.

“That’s right baby, let it go for me. I want to feel every drop.” you responded. You feel his warm load fill you up, his cock pulsating inside of you making you smile knowing you are the person to make him feel that good.

He releases his grip from your hair, pulling his soft length from inside of you. You turn around, he’s leaning against the shower with his head back. You reach to place each hand upon his face to lower his head. You leave a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Can i wash your body?” you whisper, he opens his eyes and shakes his head.

~~*~~

It is Christmas eve, Danny wanted to throw a small get together at his place. You both woke up early enough to run to the store and grab the things you needed to start cooking for the gathering. Tonight was going to be the night, you would announce to everyone about your little surprise that would be arriving soon.

It was six in the afternoon before people started to arrive. His parents and sister were the first to arrive. Sam followed close behind, bringing in a bottle of champagne.

“Let’s open this bottle and get this party started, shall we?” Sam mentions to you, you laugh it off not wanting to spill the secret.

“Yeah, let me grab you a glass.” you say back, reaching into the cabinet to retrieve a glass. Sam tilts his head, giving you a confused look.

“You’re not gonna have a glass?” he replied

“Oh, i’m okay for right now. I have to gather the last couple things for dinner.” you say quickly, not making eye contact. He takes a sip from his glass, side eyeing you. He knew you never turned down a bottle of champagne.

Jake and Josh show up just before dinner. Josh rushing over to steal a hug, rocking you side to side. He kisses you on the cheek.

“Don’t you look radiant, y/n…there’s something different about you.” Josh says, holding your hands and stepping back to take a look at your dress. He spins you around to get the full look. You were wearing a velvet, winter green, long sleeve dress. Your back was exposed, from where the dress had stopped right at the small of your back.

“Thank you honey, you’re not so bad yourself.” He was wearing a brown suit with a white turtle neck. He shoots you a wink and heads into the family room where everyone else is. Jake finds his way to the kitchen.

You’re over the sink, rinsing off a couple of dishes before placing all the food onto the dinning room table. You feel someone hovering over your body, thinking it was Danny you poke your ass slightly to brush against his cock. You look down to the hands that were placed onto the counter on either side of you, you noticed rings. Danny never wore rings. You turn around quickly and you’re face to face with Jake.

“Oh come on, darling. Don’t stop there.” he says with a sinister grin.

“Back the fuck up Jake.” you say nudging him back. You hear him chuckle. He didn’t smell like tequila, so he was obviously sober.

“One day, you’ll be mine…it’s like i can taste it.” he responds devouring you with his eyes, licking his lips as he says those words. You start to take in the way he looked so intimating in his all black suit, the black button up that was under his jacket was unbuttoned just above his belly button. His chest was bare, upon his chest were four coin necklaces. You imagined the way they would look dangling in your face as he hovered over your body. You snap out of it when you hear Danny’s voice.

“Y/n, do you need help with anything?” He shouts from the family room.

“I’m good baby, i’ve got it.” you replied.

You’re all sitting at the table, enjoying the meal you had prepared. Grateful for all the compliments you have received. Everyone is laughing and carrying on by telling old stories from their childhood. You sit and listen, you grab your water to take a sip. Josh looks over to you, narrowing his brows, almost confused why you weren’t having a cocktail of some sort. You look away, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“Y/n and I would like to make an announcement.” Danny stand up beside you, grabbing your hand. You look up to him and give him a sweet smile, then turn your attention to everyone at the table.

“Most of you know, we have not been together for awhile and everything is still fresh between us.” he says, pausing as he takes a deep breath. You stand up beside him and wrap your arm around his back, placing your free hand on his chest.

“We do know that, we both love each other so dearly.” you follow, turning to catch his gaze. Danny’s eyes start to glaze over, holding back his tears hearing you say you loved him.

“We’re pregnant.” you both say in unison.

His parents are over the moon excited, his mom walking around to the both of you placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.

“I knew there was something up with your ass when you declined my offer for champagne.” Sam spoke up, raising his glass to toast to the announcement.

“I’ll start special ordering jumpsuits for the little.” Josh chimes in, with the biggest smile you’ve seen. He blows you both a kiss, you blow one back. Jake is silent, his face is flushed. He leans back in his chair as if he was disappointed. You brush it off and go on with the rest of the night.

After dinner, everyone hung around for a little while getting all the details on your pregnancy. Updating them on the sonograms you have gotten from the doctor, how far along you are and when you will find out what you’re going to have. Everyone eventually trickled out of Danny’s home and it was just the two of you. Well, not really. Josh ended up passing out on the couch from drinking a little too much, Danny told you to leave him be and let him sleep it off. You’re in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Danny was clearing the table and packaging the leftovers. He was always such a big help around the house, he never let you do any household chores by yourself.

The house was spotless and put back into place. You walked down the hall to Danny’s bedroom, walking straight to the end of the bed leaning down to pull your shoes off. Danny is in the bathroom and quickly walks over to you to stop what you’re doing.

“Woahhh, it’s my job to undress the mother of my child.” he mentions, he’s shirtless and still in his dress pants on from the party. He motions for you to sit on the edge of the bed, as always you followed his orders.

You smile, the tiredness in your eyes is starting to set in. He bends down to his knees, lifting one leg placing your silver stiletto upon his chest. He unties the straps, unwrapping to free your hurting foot. He slides the heel off, gently kissing the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. You raise your eyebrows, smiling because in that moment you knew he was the only thing you wanted or needed. Setting your leg down to the floor, he picks the other leg up and does the same. But instead of kissing, he lightly grazed his tongue from the arch of your foot to the top of your ankle. Your lips were parted watching him, steadying your breath as best as possible trying not to make it noticeable that you wanted to rip his pants off.

Placing your other leg down, he grabs your hands standing you up. His hands find their way to your hips, he leaned down to place tiny kisses along your jaw. Spinning you around, his fingers grazed your exposed back. He gathers your hair and lays it to one side, his lips felt like fire on your neck, he slid two fingers under the part of your dress that was covering your shoulder. He pushed it down your arm far enough to free one of your breasts. Your nipple was aroused as it was exposed to the cold air. His hand runs across your arm, embracing your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He lightly rubs, shooting ecstasy through your entire body, you softly moan.

You turn around, pulling the other side of your dress down to expose the other breast. You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashed into his. Opening your mouth to let his tongue enter and graze your own. He pulls away from you, taking a couple steps back. His eyes full of lust and love, he licked his bottom lip.

“Your boobs…they are getting fuller.” he paused for a moment, tilting his head.

“God…y/n, you are so fucking beautiful.” he followed with his last comment. You laugh, tossing your head back. You lift up your pointer finger, motioning for him to come to you.

He walks over, you grab his arms and turn him around, pushing him down onto the bed. You place yourself between his legs, bending down to sit on your knees. Your hands run up the inside of his thighs to his hardened length. You begin to rub his clothed cock, making him let out soft moans.

“Now…what do you want mama to do, my sweet boy?” you speak up, while rubbing his cock through his dress pants. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his bottom lip is between his teeth.

“Fuck yourself, use me to make yourself cum.” he replied, trying to contain his groans that are wanting to escape his lips.

“I will do just that, my love.” you reach up to unbuckle his belt, you unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. You grab each pant leg on either side, sliding them off of him. His boxers still on his body, you rub his clothed cock noticing the tiny wet spot from the precum that was dripping out of him. Pulling his boxers off, his cock springs out. You take him into your hands, gathering the spit in your mouth and stringing it upon his large length. You lather him with your spit, you crawled onto the bed and straggle him. Lifting yourself up, his head meets your entrance.

“You naughty girl, no panties?” he says almost in a growl. You giggle for a minute, until you’re back focusing on making you both cum.

Slowly, lowering yourself onto him. You both let out a loud moan, you start out slowly moving yourself up and down his shaft. Eventually, you pick up the pace. Bouncing up and down, you’re getting close. His hands are on your thighs, guiding your movements.

“…fuck, daddy…you feel so good.” you can hardly make a sentence with the amount of pleasure that’s running through your body. His breathing is jagged, his brows are narrowed focusing on not releasing so soon. He pulls your body on top of him, lifting your ass in the air a bit, his hands are on your ass cheeks spreading them apart. He rams into you, fucking you hard and fast. You are struggling to breathe, you moan and scream his name.

“Fuck yeah, Daniel…don’t stop…i’m going to cum.” you say, sinking your teeth into his neck.

“That’s my girl, cover my cock.” he replied, fucking you faster. The wave of your orgasm hits you, your eyes begin to roll and your body starts to shake. Danny is soon behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. He releases, filling you with his every drop. You come down from your high, laying on his chest controlling your breathing before sitting up. You feel him soften inside, slowly sliding out of you. You roll over onto the bed, sitting up you look between his legs to see the bed is completely soaked. You didn’t just cum.

“Let’s get cleaned up and changes these sheets.” you whisper to him, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his chest.

You both had showered, Danny had already changed the sheets before you had gotten out of the shower. You walked out of the bathroom in one of his t shirts and a pair of clean panties, he was already laid snuggly under the covers waiting for you. You walked to your side of the bed, pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. You crawled right into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you he placed one hand on your belly. he laid a tender kiss on the top of your head. You both fell asleep, peacefully.

Around 5am you ended up with morning sickness, after vomiting a few times you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Heading back to the bedroom, you sat your water on the night table and crawled back into bed.

The sunrise was peaking through the sheer black curtains that hung in his room. He was laying beside you on his stomach, his arms were tucked under his pillow. He was peacefully resting, you pulled back the covers and tip toed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. You wanted to surprise your sweet man with breakfast before he woke.

You had the Christmas radio station playing on your phone, dancing around mixing up pancake batter. Your hair was tied up in a pony tail, you were the t shirt and panties that you had slept in.

“Hey sunshine.” Josh spoke, you jumped not realizing he was awake.

“JESUS christ, Josh you can’t scare a pregnant lady!” you said aggressively, you nearly dropped the bowl of batter onto the floor.

“Are you always this happy in the mornings?” he asked, sitting at the bar. He brought his hands up to the temples of his head and started rubbing circles to ease his headache.

“Mmm not really, but today i am.” you replied, turned around to the stove to place a circle of batter into the hot pan.

“Sounded like wild animals last night.” he said, smirking.

You turned around slowly, your cheeks were flushed.

“Zip it, Joshua.” you held the spatula up, pointing to him.

He let out a soft giggle, groaning and placing his head onto the bar. He was hungover and you could see how painful it was. You walked over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing the Tylenol and a bottle of water from the fridge. You placed it beside his head, you laid a loving hand on his back.

“Take this and hydrate. Breakfast will be done in a minute.” you whispered to him, rubbing his back. You went back to finish cooking.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall, not paying any mind who was around the corner. You felt strong arms wrap around to your belly, his face was placed on your shoulder, tucking his face into your neck.

“It smells amazing, my love.” Danny whispered into your ear. You laid your back onto his shoulder.

“Josh heard us last night.” you whisper back, giggling.

“Ehhh..it’s the consequences of passing out at my house.” he replied, still holding you and rubbing your belly.

“He’ll get over” he followed, letting go of you. He went over to the bar where Josh had fallen asleep with his head down.

After breakfast, you and Danny had gotten dressed to go pick up Emmy from your moms house. She stayed with your mom last night after going to a Christmas party with her.

Emmy is standing on the porch jumping as you pull into the drive way, Danny put the car in park and quickly hopped out of the car. He ran straight to her, she jumped into his arms and he squeezed her. You got out of the car walking over to the both of them. Grabbing Emmy from his arms and giving her the biggest hug.

“Mama, come look at all the presents i got from Aunt GiGi.” she said excitingly. You placed her on the ground and held out your hand so she could grab your fingers and lead you into the house. Danny followed behind.

Danny had grabbed the presents and loaded them up into the car. You were standing at the end of the steps talking with your mom while holding Emmy on your hip.

“He’s a nice man, y/n” your mom said admiring him.

“He is..” you replied, smirking while looking down to the ground.

“Remember, you know what you deserve and never settle for anything less.” she said, placing a hand upon your cheek.

“I know, Mama…I think i love him.” tears were welling in your eyes as you looked into hers.

“I can see it, he loves you too. I can tell by the way he looks at you and Emmy…he adores her.” She looks over to him and smiles.

“I have never wanted anything more in life than for you to find and feel the type of love you give.” she followed with.

A tears slips away, rolling down your cheek. Your mother wipes it away as she sees Danny approaching to retrieve Emmy out of your arms to put her into the car. You give your mom a hug before leaving.

You’re in the car, on the way home and the words that your mother said while you were at her house were replaying in your mind. Tears begin to just flow out of you and all you could think was…fuck these hormones.

Danny notices the tears, reaching over to grab your hand.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked so sweetly, you burst into a sobbing fit.

“I love you….I love you so much Daniel.” you reply looking over to him, your mascara is running down your cheeks. He starts to smile and starts making circles on the top of your hand where his thumb laid.

“I love you, y/n. More than you could possibly know.” he answered back, glancing between the road and your eyes. You curled up into the passenger seat, wrapping your torso around his arm. You cradled him, falling into a peaceful sleep before returning home.

~~*~~

New years had passed and Danny would be heading back on your soon. As much as your heart hated it, you knew he was incredibly excited.

You decided to wait until after the new year before having a gender reveal. Your best friend, AC was the one who knew the gender and planned the entire reveal. Days before the party you, Emmy and Danny were running around to get last minute things needed for your outfits.

Danny was going to wear a sweater he thrifted a while back, that had some blue in it. He didn’t want to get anything new, if he already had something to wear. Typical Daniel. You adored him for his love of sweaters, plus he always looked so damn good in them. You had found this soft pink sweater dress that had these wide bell bottom looking sleeves, almost like something from the 70s. Emmy found a blue sweater dress identical to yours, she wanted blue hoping for a baby brother.

The day of the party, AC was running around your house putting up decorations and setting up the food.

“Is there anything you need help with?” you walked into the kitchen, hair half up with curls and a face full of makeup.

“No, mama needs to get dressed. Go back to getting ready.” AC replied, plating the food for the guests that will be arriving soon.

“Fineee.” you said as you walked back down the hall. Passing Emmys room you over hear Danny helping her, with her hair.

“Piggys? or just one pony?” He asked her, while brushing her hair.

“Mmm, piggys….but mama can do them if you don’t know how.” she replied, sitting between his legs playing with her dolls.

“We’ll see about that, Em.” he laughed, parting her hair.

You had just finished your hair when Emmy runs into the bathroom. She is dressed and surprisingly her hair is perfect.

“MAMAAAA…look Dan did my hair.” she said, spinning around to show you. Danny’s leaning in the doorway, proud of his masterpiece.

“Wowww, that looks awesome!! Go see if Auntie AC needs any help, i’ll be right back.” you responded, she runs down the hall to the kitchen.

“Good job, Daddy.” you whisper in his ear as you pass him to get to the bedroom.

“Thank you, Mama.” he kissed the side of your head, following close behind you.

You both walked to your closets grabbing your outfits. He slips into his jeans and you slip the dress over your head. You stand to the side and you notice the bump. It was small, but cute. Your favorite stage of pregnancy, he watches you hold your bump in the mirror. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist to your belly. Placing his hands on the bump.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” he whispers, looking at you through the mirror. Your gaze is set on his hands rubbing your belly. Tears start to form in your eyes, you had never experienced this. The father of your child actually being around to watch you grow a human, a human that was half of him. You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his neck.

“No, no, don’t you cry. Your makeup will run, you worked so hard on it baby.” He said, he grabbed your arms and pulled away. Bringing his hands up to your cheeks and wiping the tears that were about to fall.

“I just didn’t have these moments before…it’s all new and..” he cut you off with a kiss, making you relax and pause for a moment. He pulled away.

“I’m grateful for you, Danny.” you finished

“I’m not missing out on this, i promise.” he replied, kissing your forehead.

You walk over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and taking a couple deep breaths before heading out to the party. You could hear people were starting to trickle in.

While mingling with family and friends, you were in the kitchen refilling your punch. You were alone, or so you thought. You were at the punch bowl, when you could feel someone hovering over top of you.

“Where do you keep the tequila?” a familiar voice spoke up. You turn around, lo and behold Jake was inches away from your face. You step around him, reaching into the top cabinet grabbing the bottle he requested and sat it on the counter. He looked at you from head to toe, walking over and snatching the bottle from the counter.

“Your tits…they look divine.” he says, glancing down to your chest as he pours himself a drink. You don’t respond, checking him out. He smelled like teakwood and bourbon, something that drew your attention. Making you squeeze your knees together to stop the aching he was causing.

“Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean i won’t stop until i get what i want.” he follows, bringing his cup to his lips. You watch him place his lips onto the rim of the cup, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. You hated the thought of how you craved to know what his touch felt like. Clearing your mind from Jake, you walked outside to where everyone else was.

AC had white, thin plastic bags taped to a drum set. Danny would have to give us a drum solo to busted the bags open, giving us the gender of the baby.

He was sitting on his stool, you stood beside the drum set with Emmy on your hip. He started drumming away, watching him do what he loved to do made you fall for him harder.

Finally, the bags busted, powder started flying. Everything was in slow motion, Danny was jumping from excitement. He ran over to you and Emmy, picking you both up and spinning you around.

ITS A….

Part Four

#gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #gretavanfleet #daniel wagner #jake kiszka #danny gvf #jake gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka #First Night Out

34 notes · View notes

drpeppertummy · 10 months

Note

sunny does a food challenge and dies (bad belly ache)

i was just gonna respond "sunny voice I Have Died. Badly." & then i wound up making a whole thing of it Ok

[stuffing, tummyache]

"Hey, look at this." Sunny rapidly whacked Laurie's arm with the menu and pointed to it. "Says if one person finishes this thing the whole party eats free. You think I can do it?"

"Absolutely not," said Laurie.

"No," said Gray.

"Have you ever learned anything in your life?" asked Wendy.

"You know he hasn't," said Carrie, rolling her eyes.

"Sounds like a bad idea," agreed Dave.

"I'm doing it," declared Sunny, slapping the menu down on the table. A wave of groans and facepalms rippled across the group.

It occurred to Sunny that he may have been too confident only when the waitress set the platter down in front of him. She'd asked him about six times while taking their orders if he was sure, and each time he'd insisted. Now, with the daunting arrangement of pancakes, eggs, potatoes, sausage, bacon, fruit, and toast staring back up at him, he was beginning to wonder if every single other person at the table had been right.

"Sunny?" Laurie looked at her friend.

"Shut up," he said. Laurie rolled her eyes, not trying very hard to hide her amusement.

"Just try not to make yourself puke, alright?"

"I am not going to make myself puke!"

"Whatever you say," she said, dipping into her own normal-sized breakfast. Sunny didn't look up from his monster platter. He didn't want to know what anybody else was thinking, and he told himself he didn't care. With a look of determination, he picked up his fork and got to work.

The first bite of pancake perked Sunny's confidence up a little bit. Diner pancakes were high among his many favorite foods, and these, sweet and fluffy and riddled with blueberries, were no exception. Still, he was smart enough to know that the pancakes would fill him up the fastest. As much as he wanted to shovel them in all at once, he pulled himself away and ate a few bites of the buttery potatoes, and then a piece of bacon. The fruit, he determined, should be dispersed throughout to help cut the weight of the greasy, carb-heavy meal.

Sunny was silent as he ate. Despite his initial worry upon seeing the platter, he was actually enjoying his breakfast, and was too busy eating to join the happy chattering of his friends. He was about halfway through his eggs and a quarter of the way through his pancakes. The meats, which he thought would lose their appeal the second they cooled off, were almost gone. He'd barely made a dent in the potatoes, which seemed to be regenerating every time he scooped some up, and he hadn't made any moves against the toast, which had almost no appeal to him. He ate a strawberry and then finally picked up a piece of toast.

"Hey, how's it going over there?" Laurie reached over and patted his belly. Sunny looked up, startled. He'd been lost in his own little world.

"Great," he said with his mouth full.

"If this is all it takes to shut you up, maybe we should come here more often," she teased, playfully pinching his side. He made a face at her.

"Maybe you should get this next time, if that's how it works," he said, pointing at the platter with his fork.

"Oh, kids, play nice," Wendy said wearily. Both of them sighed dramatically at her. Laurie gave Sunny a final pat and returned to her waffles. Sunny returned to his breakfast as well, but not with the same energy as before. Laurie had brought him back to his senses a little bit, and he was suddenly aware of how full he was. His belly was pushing out against his snug shirt. Right now, he felt comfortable, but his stomach was beginning to feel tight and heavy, and he realized it wouldn't be long before he crossed the line into tummyache territory.

Reluctantly, Sunny started eating his piece of toast. There were four pieces total. Those, along with the pancakes and the heap of potatoes, had him worried. Especially the pancakes. As much as he loved them, a nice stack of pancakes always left Sunny feeling like he was going to explode. In this particular instance, he was already full, and he hadn't even made it halfway through them yet. He tried to ignore his stomach as he ate, but the growing pressure inside his belly became more distracting with each bite. He finished his first piece of toast, ate another strawberry, and began the second piece.

After forcing down his second piece of toast, Sunny decided to return to the pancakes. He'd have to finish the toast eventually, but it was too unappetizing to eat all at once. The pancakes, on the other hand, held onto their appeal even as his stomach began to ache. Unfortunately, they were also unbelievably filling. Sunny thought he could feel his tummy expanding with each fluffy bite. He absently rested his free hand on his stomach as he ate. When only a quarter of the stack remained, he decided to switch to the pile of potatoes before the pancakes did him in.

His belly felt very tight now, and the potatoes weren't helping. They were bulky and heavy in his already overstuffed stomach. They also seemed endless. Sunny had spent most of the meal hunched over his breakfast, but he needed a break. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his belly, which was very noticeably round.

"You done?" Carrie asked, eyeing her friend's distended stomach.

"No."

"What?!" Laurie looked incredulously at him. "Sunny, come on! You're obviously beyond full. There's no way you can finish all that." They both looked at his plate. On it remained a small chunk of the pancakes, two pieces of toast, a decent amount of potatoes, and a few more pieces of fruit. His stomach gurgled unhappily.

"I can too," he said.

"Look at your belly," said Laurie, giving his bloated stomach a poke. "You're gonna pop if you eat any more."

"I am not," he argued, shooing her hand away, although he wasn't entirely sure she was wrong. His belly felt like it was about to split open. Now, though, the determination to prove himself had returned. He sat up again and started on his remaining toast.

"Sunny!" Laurie exclaimed. She looked across the table at Wendy, who was rolling her eyes. The rest of the group were finishing up their breakfast, and Sunny was hell-bent on joining them. He ate both pieces of toast quickly, briefly reinvigorated by his desire to prove Laurie wrong. The rush soon wore off, however, and the feeling of fullness returned more overwhelmingly than ever. A dull nausea struck him momentarily, but it passed, and he picked up a forkful of potatoes. His hand faltered as he brought it to his mouth, but he pushed on. Bit by bit, stomach stretching to its limit, he eliminated the potatoes.

Sunny paused to take a breath, looking down at his nearly-empty plate. On it remained a little bit of fruit and the last of the pancakes. He was finally in the home stretch, but he wasn't sure he could make it. His tummy felt like it couldn't possibly take any more. He looked down to see it bulging far over the waist of his pants. He waited for another moment and then, holding one hand against his far-too-tight belly, he got to work on the pancakes. There was only a small portion left, but each bite still felt like too much. Slowly, however, against even his own expectations, he managed to finish them.

Now all that remained before him were two grapes and a strawberry. The grapes were small, and a refreshing change from the carbs he'd been stuffing himself full of. He got them out of the way with relative ease. The strawberry was large and a deep, enticing crimson. He picked it up and examined it. His stomach was stretched so tight that it was almost difficult to breathe; his belly could barely accommodate the space to inhale. For a moment he felt absolutely certain that if he ate that strawberry his belly would burst open right then and there. He hesitated, rubbing his stomach, then looked down at his empty plate. No, he'd done it. Even Laurie would have agreed that it would be stupid to give up now. With a sigh, he ate the strawberry.

Despite his worries, Sunny remained intact, but he didn't feel good at all. He leaned back in his seat again, both hands on his belly. Laurie stared at him in disbelief.

"Jesus H. Christ, Sunny," she said, astonished. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"I cannot believe you did that." She placed her hand on his tummy, feeling how tight it was. "You are completely out of your mind, you know that?"

"Yeah."

"Well, your complete lack of sense saved us the bill, so I guess we owe you a solid," said Dave. Sunny gave him a thumbs up and closed his eyes.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #message #suggestion #<- kinda #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xcarriex #xwendyx #xgraythehumanx #xdavethehumanx #burst mention #lookit me having multiple ocs with the same name

34 notes · View notes

cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

Text

Andy & BiBi: Daddy Daughter Date

Summary: Andy and BiBi have a father daughter date while they run some morning errands. Written for my friend @bunnnyyys Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Bianca Barber and Cookies, Minors DNI

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

___

Andy and BiBi were out running errands. It was a kind of father, daughter date of sorts. He’d left early in the morning, and by early, we’re talking about 8:30am. The first thing they’d done was stop by the local diner for breakfast.

Andy got a booth. And for her, a booster seat. His beautiful, curly haired baby girl sat opposite of him and smiled.

“Date wif my Daddy!” She proudly tells the waitress when she comes over to ask for your drink orders.

“Oh wow.” She’d responded with a smile. “That is just lovely! What can I get you to drink, sweetie? Do you know?”

He watches with a smile as your four-year-old thinks hard. “Milk, pwease.”

“So small, but so polite. White or chocolate?”

“Um, um, white. Oh, uh, pwease.” The woman chuckles. Yeah, that was his BiBi.

“And for you, sir?”

“Coffee and an OJ please. And I think we’re ready to order.” He tells the nice woman who is dutifully writing on her notepad.

“Bianca, my little love, what would you like?” He already knew the answer, but still.

“Pancakes!” She exclaims, rocking in her booster seat. “Chocky chip, wif, um, wif bacon. Pwease.” His baby does a little dance. “Chocky chips in my tummy!”

Laughing, all he can do is respond with, “I’ll take a blueberry shortstack, please. Oh, and with sausage. And thank you, Bianca, for remembering your manners. That’s very sweet, honey.”

His baby preens at him. It’s not too long before their drinks arrive, hers in a sippy cup of course, and then breakfast is sat in front of them both. The first thing he does is pick up her plate.

“Daddy!” She reaches towards him looking distressed, her little arms outstretched. “My chocky chips!”

“Shh, BiBi. Daddy is just gonna cut ‘em up for you and put a little syrup on ‘em, okay? No need to get upset.” He tells her with a grin.

“Kay.” She says with a pout. He makes quick work of cutting them up, knowing how much she loved to use a fork and eat on her own. It tended to make for a mess, which is why his wife had sent him off with wet wipes this morning.

“Here you go, baby.” She smiles then.

“Yummy. Chocky chips in my tummy!” BiBi cheers, raising her fork in happiness.

Both take their time eating, mostly for her benefit. She was slow, but efficient. “Dis so yummy, Daddy. So yummy. Your booberries yummy, Daddy?”

“Super tasty, baby girl.” He responds to her with a wink.

___

After a delicious breakfast, the two of them venture off to Home Depot looking for new door knobs. And lumber. Stuff BiBi didn’t understand, but with a full belly of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, she didn’t seem to care.

She loved when Daddy carried her, which he did the whole time. She dozed on his shoulder as he talked to different associates about this and that.

Occasionally, she would stroke his face and give him a still slightly syrupy kiss.

It made his heart melt every time.

“I love you, Bianca Boo.” He tells her as they enter the checkout line.

“Wuv you too, Daddy. Favorite Daddy.” While in his arms, she reaches into her little purse and pulls out two quarters. “Dis for pancakes.” She tells him before dozing off again.

“Why, thank you.” Andy laughs and, with a little finagling, manages to put them back in her purse. His baby was nothing if not generous.

The cashier coos at his sleeping philanthropist, noting how adorable she was.

“Thanks, man. She’s the light of my life. Well, her and her mother.”

Once the purchases are made, he takes her back to the car and fastens into her carseat.

They had one last stop. And he was pretty sure his sweet baby was going to lose her mind!

___

“Where we goin’ now, Daddy?” A still sleepy BiBi asks as Andy removes her from her carseat.

“You’ll see in a moment, Bibbity Boop. Just trust Daddy.” He carts her into Simone’s Bakery - one of his favorite sweet shoppes.

BiBi takes in the display of pastries, and more importantly the cookies, before her. And then she lets out a gasp, falling backwards over Andy’s big arm. Thank goodness he had a firm hold on his baby.

She was theatrical.

Just like her mother.

“Daddy!” She grabs his face. “See dah cookies? So many cookies!” His little girl squeals.

And sure enough, she was right.

“Alright, kiddo. I’m gonna get one. And you get to pick one. And then you get to pick one for Mama.”

A little hand goes to her head as if stressed. “Only one for dah BiBi? Daddy!”

“Alright.” He playfully grumbles. “You can have two. Just, uh, just don’t tell your mother.”

When the two of you are next in line, one of the ladies at the counter is quick to help. “Hi, I don’t mean to be a pain, but can you tell my little girl here what kind of cookies you have, please?

“Of course.” The matronly woman responds. “If you’d like, I’d love to have her come around back so I could show her. I’m one of the bakers here.”

“Would you like that, Bianca?”

She nods enthusiastically. Andy puts her down and then she’s off.

“Hi!” She squeaks at the older woman, holding out her little hand - which the lady happily takes.

“My name is BiBi! And I wuv cookies!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, honey. I’m Evelyn. Let me show you all the cookies, okay?” The older woman beams at her.

Andy laughs at the whole scene. His daughter is in heaven, and the woman, Evelyn is beyond sweet as she shows her each flavor.

When it’s all said and done, he orders a snickerdoodle for himself. And BiBi orders a pink lemonade cookie, as well as a salted chocolate chip. And then she orders a double chocolate fudge for her Mama.

She munches through the lemonade cookie the whole way home.

Under the solid promise to never tell her mother that she had chocolate chip pancakes, plus cookies in one morning.

“Hi, Mama!” She greets you when he pulls her out of the car. “Had dah best date wif Daddy. And, got you cookie too!”

END

#chris evans #andy barber #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #bianca barber #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #cevansbrat0007 fics #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

192 notes · View notes

rosescries · 6 days

Note

Some fluff please, shy!child mc making breakfast for everyone, each plate their favorite type of breakfast. Like eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes.

I don't know who you meant this for, I've got like... four or five child!Mc stories. I assume you mean Undertale, but I'll just do one for each of them.

Undertale:

The horrors would likely just eat anything she made them regardless, but their favored..

Grey (Horrortale Sans) honestly likes a simple breakfast, eats whatever's made. He does like bacon and eggs though, and will often make it a sandwich for ease.

Lunar (Horrortale Papyrus) still loves the dinosaur oatmeal, and that's his favorite breakfast to have. With some toast and orange juice too, if he's feeling fancy.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans) likes sausage and bacon actually, with a bit of syrup to dip the sausage in.

Birch (Horrorfell Papyrus) has a bit of a sweet tooth admittedly. He likes waffles, they're his go to when he has the time.

Stone (Horrorswap Sans) will honestly eat anything really, though doesn't indulge in his favorite often because.. he doesn't find it healthy. His favorite is cinnamon rolls! Especially homemade ones.

Silence (Horrorswap Papyrus) just likes a simple bowl of cereal honestly. Specifically the one with marshmallows, but the off brand ones that come in large bags.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans) likes French toast, some bacon, and a cup of black coffee. Simple and delicious.

Wolf (Horrorswapfell Papyrus) isn't exactly picky. He'll eat anything you put in front of him. But he does particularly like French toast sticks, with a side of sausage to dip in the syrup too.

Pass (Horrormob Sans) has a bit of an order. Poached eggs, crispy bacon, not too cooked toast, and a cup of black coffee. He prefers making his own breakfast though, because he's very particular about how it's done.

Button (Horrormob Papyrus) is very similar to his brother. Only he'd like oatmeal instead of eggs, and he likes to sweeten his coffee too.

Sunny (Horror G!Sans) likes eggs. Funnily enough, he likes them sunny side up and on toast.

Briar (Horror G!Papyrus) likes a bacon and eggs sandwich, something easy he can just grab and go with but still tastes good. Kind of like a McMuffin.

Poppy (Horrorlust Sans) honestly just prefers a Blueberry bagel with cream cheese, it's his favorite breakfast meal.

Rose (Horrorlust Papyrus) likes chocolate chip pancakes drowned in syrup, sometimes with a side of sausage or bacon and eggs.

Admittedly, they'd prefer to make the breakfast with Mc. Just so she doesn't end up burning herself and it's a fun bonding experience! They find it very cute and sweet she's putting her cooking experience with them into making them breakfast though.

BATIM:

(This is set in a Who Framed Roger Rabbit mob Au, remember!)

Bendy admittedly has a bit of a sweet tooth. He likes pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon. And some coffee to help wake him up.

Boris is a simple wolf who likes simple things, but who also likes cooking. His favorite breakfast, which he doesn't make often, is biscuits and gravy.

Alice is a bit... picky, so to say. She likes her breakfast a specific way. An omlette with bacon and cheese, and some veggies and onions. With a side of toast, lightly buttered, and a black coffee.

Allison likes blueberry waffles with some apple juice, that's it really.

Tom is also a simple wolf who likes simple things, but doesn't like the hassle of cooking. He likes some scrambled eggs and bacon, with a black coffee.

They'd all be flattered (and surprised) and a bit wary of Mc making something for them, that's real sweet but uh... They'll eat it! They're just a bit concerned and would want her to wait until Boris is there to help her, you know so she doesn't hurt herself.

CotL:

(This'll go probably considerably out of canon, but that's okay. We're just gonna roll with it..)

Lambert is really simple to please. Half of the time they're eating grass sandwiches. But they really like vegetable omlettes, and they'll gobble those right down.

Narinder likes steak and eggs, it's his go to for breakfast when he can eat. Otherwise he usually just skips breakfast entirely.

Leshy likes anything. Some type of veggie dish, a meat dish, any follower that displeased him this morning? All good.... but he'll go for the cinnamon rolls first.

Heket honestly likes a veggie and meat omlette the best, but she's not too picky when it comes down to it.

Kallamar likes Shrimp and Grits honestly, but he'll eat that any time of the day. But it still is his favorite breakfast meal.

Shamura simply likes biscuits and gravy with some toast to go along with it.

Aym likes sticky buns. Just uh, don't tell Narinder.

Baal likes eggs the best, with a side of toast and bacon.

They'd be charmed she got up to make them breakfast, but Lambert would be concerned if she did it herself. That's a lot of cooking and she's very fragile, she didn't burn herself did she? They'd be a bit busy fretting over her than eating... Kallamar and Narinder would be wary, but everyone else would just eat and give many compliments to the cook.

#gbts asks #s&s asks #rtm asks #rosey answers #anonymous #horrortale!sans grey #horrortale!papyrus lunar #horrorfell!sans brick #horrorfell!papyrus birch #horrorswapfell!sans pitch #horrorswapfell!papyrus wolf #horrormob!sans pass #horrormob!papyrus button #horror g!sans sunny #horror g!papyrus briar #horrorlust!sans poppy #horrorlust!papyrus rose

6 notes · View notes

stareyeddistinguishment · 2 years

Text

🎉Midam Birthday Bash One-shot🧇

"Holy shit!"

"Good morning, Adam," Michael returned peaceably. "As well, Happy Birthday."

Dressed in his Star Wars pajama pants, a long-sleeved black t-shirt, and his yellow fuzzy slippers, Adam stood gaping at the entrance of their apartment’s tiny kitchen. After running a startled hand through his sleep-mussed hair, Adam rubbed his eyes. Then, as his gaze traveled the tiny kitchen workspace, Michael noted with satisfaction what Adam observed. First, the kitchen was fastidiously clean. All surfaces were polished, and all kitchen objects were perfectly placed, perfectly oriented. Second, and of greater importance-

"Did you bake all that?" Adam's tone was as incredulous as it was impressed.

All available space on the tiny kitchen counter was laden with food objects. These were classified as delicacies by Adam’s Midwestern culture. There were chocolate cupcakes, peanut butter cookies, a latticed apple pie, marshmallow rice squares, and of course, the crowning glory, a carrot cake with creamed cheese frosting.

"Indeed," Michael humbly acknowledged. "This I did bake."

"Michael."

"Adam, this is your first birthday since leaving Hell. Never have we celebrated a birthday during which you could consume the prescribed birthday treats."

"So, you made me everything your E.A.M. could think of?" Adam gently teased.

"Perhaps," Michael allowed, teasing Adam back.

As Adam's best friend and beloved, it was Michael's duty to provide Adam with birthday treats on Adam's birthday. As well, it was Michael's privilege and pleasure.

"However, first, you must partake in the traditional birthday breakfast," Michael directed.

Adam's eyebrows rose high on his forehead. "Wait? Holdup. There's more?"

"Indeed," the Archangel agreed proudly.

Then, Michael's apparition shepherded Adam out of the tiny kitchen and into the apartment's tiny eating nook. Here, the kitchen table was laden with a variety of breakfast food objects.

Blue eyes widened. "Scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, melon, strawberries, oranges slices," Adam recounted, staring dazedly at the spread. "Blueberry muffins?"

"Yes."

"-chocolate chip pancakes, and-" Adam stopped, and his eyes suddenly became glassy. "Oh, holy shit! Michael, those are banana cinnamon waffles, aren't they?"

Michael nodded. "Indeed."

"I used to get banana cinnamon waffles for my birthday breakfast when I was a kid," Adam recalled. "Mom made them for me every birthday. It was like a birthday tradition.” Adam paused to gaze tenderly at Michael. “And you remembered me telling you about that," Adam concluded softly.

Once more, Michael nodded. "Indeed."

“Indeed,” Adam repeated fondly. Blue eyes gleamed.

Then, abruptly, Adam frowned. "Wait. We own a waffle iron?"

"Yes. Now, we do."

Adam snorted in amusement. “Yeah, of course, now, we do. Because you went out and got one, just so you could make me these birthday waffles. Bejeezus, you’re amazing.”

Then, rounding on Michael, Adam was suddenly standing in front of the Archangel. A loving smile was etched upon Adam's face. Carelessly, Adam wove his arms about Michael's neck and pulled the Archangel's apparition into a fond kiss. Immediately and effortlessly, Michael responded to the very human expression of romantic love and affection. After all, kissing Adam was one of Michael's favorite things.

When they finished with the kiss, Adam pulled back to rest his forehead against Michael's.

"Thank you, love," Adam spoke quietly. Michael could hear the happy smile in his beloved's voice. "This was a great surprise."

"You are welcomed, Adam," Michael returned. Happily, Michael smiled, as well.

"But it's also the feast of Michaelmas, so it's your birthday today, too. So, you'd better help me eat some of this." Adam moved to take in the view of the kitchen table. "Bejeezus, this is a ton of sugar." Adam snorted. He shook his head disbelievingly, still smiling.

"Adam, always we can freeze the leftovers," Michael observed. Dutifully, the Archangel reported, "Only did I select recipes that included instructions for freezing for later consumption."

Readily was Michael aware of Adam's predilection for healthy eating. Adam was adamant about maintaining a healthy lifestyle, and always did Michael encourage his human's wellness regime.

"You're always thinking of everything," Adam returned fondly.

"Always, I am thinking of you," Michael corrected, equally as fond.

Adam's smile widened. In response, Michael's smile widened, as well.

"Mmm, everything is so good. This is an amazing birthday breakfast!"

"Thank you, Adam."

"I'm really impressed with how fluffy the scrambled eggs are."

"Indeed. This is because I whisked the eggs until 'light and frothy.'"

"Well, I can tell! Oh, hey, I'm going to have some of the banana cinnamon waffles now!"

"Very well."

"Can you pass the syrup?"

"Yes."

"Thanks. And, wow, this waffle is- It's um. It's delicious! And the texture of it is so ... interesting."

"Yes."

"Hey, Michael, did you ... erm ... You did peel the bananas before you chopped them, right?"

"Of course, Adam. I followed the recipe explicitly. After peeling the banana, I chopped the fruit into 'small bite-sized chunks, no larger than one-quarter of an inch.' Furthermore, to ensure a consistent texture, I chopped the fruit into bite-sized chunks of exactly one-quarter of an inch."

"Okay. Yeah, okay. And when you were chopping the banana, did you chop the entire fruit — like, peel and all?"

"Of course, Adam. As I said, I followed the recipe explicitly."

"Awesome. Just checking."

"Indeed."

"Hey, I'm going to move to the chocolate chip pancakes now. Let’s make sure to freeze the rest of the banana cinnamon waffles for later."

“Indeed.”

"Michael, this has been an amazing birthday!"

#midam #midam spn #adam milligan x michael #Adam Milligan #Michael spn #supernatural #spn #Sins of the Father Series #one-shot #my fanfic #fanfiction #my fics

51 notes · View notes

drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year

Text

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 30 - Old Messages, pt. 8. Episode 2.

Congo: As they found a booth to sit down in at the bistro, he looked at George a bit wondering So why exactly are we meeting here George? I know this isn't just the 'congratulations train'… or breakfast burritos…

George: He smiled friendly and nodded Correct. I do come with quite a lot of topics, but let's order first, and then I can start filling you in. You'll need some energy to digest all of this. He smiled softly Don't worry, there is mostly good news.,… and here I mean the really good kind.

Congo: Smiled softly That all sounds really welcome, however, I do hear the word mostly, so I wont relax too much until I have heard it all. He picked up a menu and pushed the other menu in Georges direction, quickly running his eyes over the letters so when the waitress joined them, he had already put his menu down, smiling at her politely I'll take a round of the sausages, bacon and eggs with two pieces of bread on the side, 2 blueberry pancakes and a slice of apple pie…. oh, and a big mug of coffee.

George: Nodded at Congo, then turned to the waitress And for me an omelet and a slice of apple pie….. aaand make that 2 big mugs of coffee, please. As the waitress left he padded Congo's hand gently Now listen… this is all a bit on the freakshow side, so if you have questions, or I lose you somewhere, feel free to pause me or ask questions. Gabriella filled me in during the night, so it's all very new for me as well. First and foremost I have to let you know, Gabriella is at Sparkle's house, she is waiting there to greed Andy, and will fill him in on the same things I'll be filing you in on. So when we are done here, you and Andy will know the exact same things, except one matter, which I'll share with you last. Are we okay so far?

Congo: Nodded agreeing and smiled politely at the waitress as she brought their coffee, quickly sipping the coffee a few times to wash his mouth from Andy, more or less against his will, but just to be on the safer side

George: Smiled friendly at Congo and sipped his coffee I'm afraid there's no way to ease you in, so prepare yourself for another roller coaster ride. But hopefully a better one than the previous ones. He took a big breath, and smiled softly You know that old saying, 'he, or she, is my soulmate'?

Congo: He nodded softly and sipped is coffee

George: Well, it's not quite like that… That's more the romanticized, version of it, although it's not far off. I'm sure you know that in many animal species, one or both of the animals picks a mate and stays with that one mate for the rest of their life? It's like that with humans too , but since we are further evolved than many other species, our mating system is also further evolved. Our mating system works as such; Our mates are pre-destined for us, depending on a lot of factors, like genes, smell, taste, good compatibility in DNA and so on. A mate is picked for us when we reach the age of 18, and do we happen to find this person, we will be able to feel a strong connection with them, stronger than with any other person we will ever meet. We will be able to feel a love we never thought existed, and do things we never thought possible for this one person. We only get one mate, so do we miss out on this mate, we will not get assigned another mate. That doesn't mean we are destined to run around living an empty life, we are more than capable of loving other people beside our mate. But do we pick to be with our mate, it's a bond that will rarely ever break again. Picking to be with our mate, and sealing that bond, is done by a marriage ceremony, it does not matter what kind of marriage, in what culture or what religion it is performed in. When two mates are married, almost nothing will be able to break their bond. Mates are as such not made for each other, we are all individually born, and as we grow up, and our personality evolves we will be paired with our mates. These mate-pairs can be detected only by people who practice the old form of art named Witchitatu, an old Navaho art form of magic. He sipped his coffee and smiled softly at the waitress as she brought their food Thank you very much. As she nods and walks off, he continues Gabriella and her family practices this art… And through that, Gabriella can over time receive information about her own mate, or even mates of other people close to her. This info shows up in the form of visions. Two days ago, when you and Andy declared your love for each other, Gabriella had such strong vision, it woke her up from heavy sleep and gave her nosebleed. She contacted her sister, and together they were able to piece the fragments of the vision together. He smiled softly and sipped his coffee It turns out, sometimes even mother nature screws up. On your 18th birthday, your mate was picked out. But your mate was but a baby when this happened. However, this is not the screw up, since even then as he was an infant, you already shared the bond of mates, which means, your bond is even stronger than regular bonds between mates. However, where the screw up happened was, when your mate grew up, on his 18th birthday, he was assigned not only the mate he already had, but also a second mate. He sighed softly turns out, you are Andy's mate, and therefor he's also your mate… but Andy's second mate… is A.

Congo: He stared at George a bit, letting the fork drop out of his mouth, then he took his napkin, spat out the food he had in his mouth in it. He got up, walking out of the bistro, crossing the road and disappeared between a few trees in the forest across the street

George: Signaled the waiter I'll pay now honey, but please don't take our food, we will be back in 5 minutes… but if we aren't back in 10 you can clear it out, okay? As she nodded George hurried after Congo, finding him sobbing with his forehead against a tree Congo… He placed a soft hand on Congo's upper back, gently stroking him I know it seems hopeless, but you have to…

Congo: Interrupted George I can't compete with him, the creature of the night…. so it's over.

George: Shook his head softly Not necessarily. Hear me out please… this thing, double mating someone, happens rarely, very rarely. But when it does, there's always a stronger connection with one of the mates.

Congo: Sobbed and interrupted again Yes, and I have seen those two together, plus I'm just a mere human… A is all magical and shiny to Andy…. plus he has that whole vampire magnetism… Andy sucks it right up!

George: He raised his voice, but kept it warm And yet your connection with Andy is stronger.

Congo: He turned and looked at George with red, teary, confused eyes What?

George: Nodded softly and padded his shoulder

Congo: Sniffled his nose But how? Are you even sure?

George: Positive. We didn't know until this night. Gabriella and her sister performed a spell to guide them to find Andy's strongest connection, and it lead her to you. That whole process is very hush, so she can't tell us the spell itself, we will have to trust her. But she knows what she's doing, and the spell is flawless. There is no doubt, that you are in fact the strongest connected male. If you think about it… why would Andy risk everything he has been fighting for with A, including a marriage and the possibility of becoming immortal, which he so desperately wants, just for the simple reason that he just, two days ago, learned that you are in love with him? Andy's world collapsed when you told him those words, but in the ruins of that, a tiny, but very strong flower grew, and if we protect that flower, it will grow big and impossible to destroy.

Congo: He started sobbing softly again

George: Wrapped his arms around him Come here…

Congo: He spoke between the sobbing So he's really truly mine?

George: Nodded firmly Without a doubt. Andy is yours. But since he's also technically A's, we have to work together, to get him out of that whole situation, so he can be united with his strongest mate. And that's the tricky part, but we will not give up till we succeed. I have tried to make both Gaby and her sister look into the future, but everything is very very vague at the moment and constantly shifting, due to Andy being at a crossroad. The first step, is for him to finally choose which mate he wants to be with, and not only choose with his heart. His soul and brain has to be in it as well. When he makes that choice he will step out on one of the two roads, and he will be able to marry either you or A, sealing the mate bond forever. Of course we want him to choose you, for obvious reasons…

Congo: Sighed deeply George, I just want him to be happy… even if that means he will choose A…

George: Smiled softly I know, but Andy will be truly most happy with his strongest connected mate. It's destined Congo. It's meant to be. He sighed softly It wont come easy, and it will most likely be a long and at times dangerous process, and if Andy… when Andy's heart, soul and mind comes together and definitive picks you, we will have to do the marriage ceremony as quickly as possible, so your bond will be impossible to break. That doesn't mean you or any one of the people involved will be immune to whatever A or any other of his kind may want to do to you. So we have to fade Andy out of A's life. Making a clear break will cause too much suspicion, and it won't take him long to figure what is happening, and Gabriella's family, is not doubting he will raise hell. So we have to fade Andy out, make sure a break will look like it comes from A's side, and not Andy's, but still keeping Andy safe. It's tricky, its complicated, but it can be done. If you trust us, and if you stay patient.

Congo: Sighed deeply I can't George. I can't put his life in danger.

George: His life is already in danger! We will do our best to protect him, and to strategically plan everything step by step. I promise you, they are very capable people, and they believe in themselves. They have educated themselves on A's family, since they learned about Andy and A's engagement. They are not going into this blindfolded.

Congo: Shook his head and sighed deeply It's still too risky. I will risk anything for him, including my own life. But I wont risk his.

George: I can't guarantee, of course, since I can't predict the future, and the future is constantly changing anyway, depending on what happens in the now… but, I can honestly say, I don't believe it will ever come that far as long as Gabriella's clan and family is involved. If we get Andy through a marriage ceremony with you, Gabriella's family and clan will be willing to adopt you guys. It doesn't change you much, unless you want to. They do not make immortals though, but few minor powers can be passed on for protection, and they can later be taken back, if one would wish. However, in the adoption process, there will be put a code on both of you, Andy already received one when A adopted him. It's a line of numbers or letters on your skin. Us humans can't see them, but immortals can. However, this special form of code Gaby's clan will make on you guys are always kept invisible, unless one of the clan members calls on it to be shown. In a case like that, it will be shown for a minute or two, a small time period, but long enough for the viewer to read that you guys are off limit.

Congo: Frowned deep and groaned I don't like the idea of being owned… I'm not a calf… or horse…

George: Gaby's clan will of course sign a binding paper, that no one is to use you guys in any way. That you are your own persons, and that this adoption has no effect on you besides protection. But of course we understand if you need a few days to think about it, but decisions has to be made soon. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to ask Andy what he thinks? Unfortunately he can't just speak out, saying he picks you, the soul, heart and mind has to fall together in the decision, which can take a while, since he's already engaged to A and furthermore loves him deeply. Your love, and the love he has for you, has to triumph the love he shares with A. Again, it's far from impossible… and as the girls look into the future, they can sense a mortal marriage ceremony… but that's how things looked last night after your engagement, that future can already have changed due to your words here… We do understand if you need some time to catch up with everything… but in order to succeed, we need to start soon. You need to show Andy, how life with you would be, vs the chaotic life with A, he deep down inside knows its no good for him. He loves you Congo, an undeniable love even A is already detecting… if he figures out for sure, you can be sure none of us will ever see Andy again.

Congo: His eyes started flickering and his legs started shaking I know George! But don't put this on me! Don't make me put his life in danger! Don't make me risk his life, risking my own is enough! Being married to Andy, being his mate and him being mine, all of that, sounds like the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine… but the possible bad outcomes are too much to risk. I'm sorry, but I can't! He ran out from between the trees, and as he stood in the middle of the road, thinking about where to run, a big truck came roaring around a corner

George: Yelled at the top of his lungs CONGO! WATCH OUT!!

Congo: *As he turned, and in almost slow motion watches the truck roar towards him, his life flashed before his eyes, and all he saw was Andy smiling, a single tear runnng down his cheek, his eyes closing, and all sound drained from his ears, all he saw and heard was Andy smiling and laughing, telling Congo he loves him.

Andy: He padded Congo's cheek firmly Congo? Sniffled his nose Congo? Are you okay?… please open your eyes… please… I beg you…

Congo: Slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he saw Andy laying on top of him, with tears streaming down his cheeks. After blinking a few times, he can see Gabriella and George standing bent over him as well… and as he started gaining back full conscience he can hear a few people talking around them. He lifted his arms from the ground and wrapped them around Andy, pulling him tight against his chest, speaking in a hoarse voice I'm okay…sssh sssh… I'm okay..

Andy: He gasped and looked at Congo, then started sobbing silently, pressing his face against Congo's chest

Congo: Gently stroked his back and hushed him a few more times, then looked a bit confused at Gabriella and George What happened?

Gabriella: Sparkle insisted I as soon as Andy showed up at her house, would throw him in my car and drive him back up here, she feared you were gonna freak out and take off. So it was better for everyone to fill Andy in on the car ride up here. And luckily we had just parked my car as that truck came roaring, if it wasn't for your crazy fiance, you would have been nothing but a pancake! He flung himself in front of that truck and pushed both of you to safety, just in the last split second before you had both been dust.

Congo: He looked down at Andy with tears in his eyes You idiot… you could have gotten killed! He kissed Andy's hair gently

Andy: He coughed a bit from the sobbing So could you! I already told you, I don't wanna lose you! I cant live without you! So don't make me!

Congo: Hugged him even tighter I'm sorry…

Andy: Sobbed loudly I don't know what's worse? -That you almost got killed or almost left me?! He got up and slapped Congo hard, crawling few meters away, and curled up on the ground, sobbing loudly as his body started shaking

Congo: He sat up straight Andy… I… I don't want to risk your life… that does not mean I don't love you… I love you more than anyone else! He quickly got on his feet and walked to Andy, squatting down next to him, softly stroking his back

Andy: Wiggled his shoulders Don't touch me!

Congo: Sighed softly Andy, please listen to me… you heard the whole story, right?… can't you see it's insane? we will never win… we will only lose! And your life is too much to gamble on an already lost game.

Andy: You don't know how I feel about you! He got up fast you don't know shit! But it's so easy always doubting me! And what we might be able to get if we were together! I'll gladly sacrifice it all, including my life, even if I have never had more will to live than I have now!… cause a life without you… is just something I can't face! And I won't! I didn't even think before throwing myself in front of that truck, I saw you, I saw the truck, and then I flew through the air! I have never felt anything so strong before… EVER! Not even with A! NEVER!

Congo: But Andy… as soon as he tries to leave you, you almost die in the process…

Andy: He shouted between his tears That's because I knew nothing about our love!!! Now I know, and it literally grows stronger and stronger for each second! How can you stand here and deny me only hours after you proposed to me?! I know a lot of things has changed, I know we just got buried under possible the biggest pile of shit we will ever be buried under… but Congo… for fuck sake… George believes I'm strong enough for this… he believes my strength lies in you! Sure I won't stop loving A today, tomorrow and maybe not even a year from now, maybe I'll always love him because of the bond… but I know I love you more… I don't know how that's possible, or how I even know… but I know… I feel it running through my whole body! I feel it right here he pressed a hand against his chest and groaned loudly, as he fell to his knees

Congo: Gasped and grabbed his shoulders What's happening?

Gabriella: Looked confused and scared I don't know… I looked worried at George

George: Andy… he placed a firm hand on his back Try to breathe, I think you are having a panic attack… try to relax….

Andy: Groaned from pain and grabbed on to Congo's shirt, grinding his teeth as he spoke You… are breaking… my heart! He gasped for air you are breaking…. my heart!

Congo: Looked at Gabriella with despair in his eyes Please do something!

Gabriella: Shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks I have never seen anything like this… I can't help! Only you can help!

Congo: Started sobbing loudly Try to calm down Andy… I'm right here… I won't leave… tell me what to do! Please!

Andy: Sobbed loudly Just love me… just love me forever… just never leave me… I want you… and only you… I don't care at what cost!!!… you are my mate… my true mate… I love you with all of me… don't ever walk away!! Please! It kills me! It kills me inside! I wanna marry you and be yours only! He sobbed loudly why can't you believe in us?

Congo: He fell to his knees, sobbingly leaning his forehead against Andy's Tell me how to fix this! I beg you! I can't stand seeing you like this!

Andy: Sobbed uncontrollably and fell to the ground as he fainted

Congo: Leaned over him and picked up his head from the ground Nononononono don't leave me! Don't leave me! I love you so much, Andy! Come back to me! Please come back! He checked Andy's pulse with shaky hands Please, I can't stand going through this again! I'll do anything if you come back! I'll do this with you! I'll marry you! Just come back and choose me! Please choose me over him! Please! I beg you! I beg you with all my heart! I beg you with my life!

Andy: His skin sorta started glowing, and for a few seconds, he levitated a few cm's over ground, making George look around nervously, but to his relief all of the bystanders had long gone left the scene when nothing seemed to be exiting enough to look at. Andy's face gained a pink glow, and as he opened his eyes they too seem to almost glow. Then he fell back into Congo's arms and sighed deeply, speaking in a calm soothing almost singing voice Congo… I choose you.

Gabriella: Nodded at Congo as he looked up at her, squealing as she wraps her arms around George's throat

Congo: Looked back down at Andy Did all of you choose me?

Andy: Nodded softly Yes… all of me. I feel so calm inside. Like every worry and tension is gone, like I'm floating on air. Kiss me…

Congo: Sobbed happily as he pressed his lips against Andy's, drawing him closer to himself

George: Looked at Gabriella as tears starts running down his cheeks, smiling softly Did he really choose?

Gabriella: Smiled bright Yes, yes he did. I feel the energy all around us.

Congo: Sobbed softly as he chuckled happily Did you pick me? Am I really so lucky? I can't even wrap my head around all of this, but I'm so fucking happy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Andy: Chuckled happily through his own tears Don't thank me… I'm so fucking happy you are my mate! It's perfect! It's beyond perfect! I wouldn't want it any other way!

#unicornmanes #trigger warning:#drama #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Congo Shaw #Gabriella Lupei #George Cullman #mate #matebond #mate bond

5 notes · View notes

immediatebreakfast · 1 year

Note

A corndog is a hotdog on a stick dipped in cornbread batter and then deep fried. It is traditional fair food in the United States and is typically consumed with ketchup and mustard. You can also buy them frozen at the grocery store.

The best corndog I ever had was at the Lithopolis Honey Festival because there was extra honey in the batter and it was also nice and thick without being raw inside and perfectly crispy, because if there's one thing Midwestern small towns know how to do well it's deep fry things. The pumpkin corndogs at the Pumpkin Show were a fun novelty but ultimately an inferior flavor profile, and the zucchini corndog I got at the Zucchini Festival was undercooked and still the best thing there, as it was practically the only actual zucchini in evidence (the zucchini festival sucked)

The frozen section also carries a breakfast sausage and blueberry pancake variant, which is not bad, but which you probably shouldn't put ketchup on

Ah so it is kind like deditos de queso, but not really. Because deditos have cheese inside of them instead of a sausage, but the most we do here is add guava paste with the cheese to make it a little bit sweeter.

We normally buy this treat for like a party, or a family reunion in bulk. We also can get them frozen, but they are "snack food." They vary a lot in size, there are ones by the size of a finger, the most normal ones, and then... There are others that you can find in neighborhood stores, or street food carts that are the length of a dinner plate.

Also, I am always amazed by the variety of food stuff that usa can make out of thing. I mean pumpkin, zucchini, or honey as an addition? That is creativity right there.

#The more you know again

4 notes · View notes

chubbyhl · 2 years

Text

I forgot to post this when the Don’t Worry Darling trailer came out but...it did get me thinking about 9 to 5 working husband Harry

Harry going to work every day in his nice car, while his sweet husband Louis stays home, keeps the house clean...and cooks

Louis has a lot of free time on his hands, so he puts it into cooking. He buys tons of cookbooks, experiments on how to make the perfectly runny fried egg, how to make a moist chocolate cake, what temperature coffee brews best at. He gets it down to a science, always make the best dishes and constantly improving

He loves entertaining, of course, but his first joy is making sure Harry gets the best food possible. He is more than happy to wake up at the crack of dawn so Harry can have eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and some kind of fresh baked pastry before he goes to work, along with plenty of coffee and juice. On weekends Louis makes him pancakes with fresh blueberries he got from the farmer’s market, French toast with powdered sugar and banana cream, waffles budding with chocolate chips. He always makes enough for Harry to have seconds. Sometimes he doesn’t want them, but more times than most, he does.

He also sends Harry off with a lovingly packed lunch every day; thick sandwiches with fresh meat from the deli, thick pickles, homemade home fries, fresh cut fruit, chocolate chip cookies. He adds a little extra of everything so Harry can snack at his desk.

Louis’s favorite time of day is when he cooks dinner, which is his favorite thing to do. He starts hours before Harry comes through the door. He roasts the perfect ham, puts together casseroles like it’s a science, has the best mashed potatoes and macaroni recipes on the block (his secret is lots of butter and heavy cream). Every meal he makes is perfectly cooked, seasoned, with lots of sides. And of course, every meal has a freshly baked dessert. Butter cake, oatmeal cookies, chocolate mousse. He asks Harry in the morning what he wants and by evening it’s cooked and ready to go.

Of course, Louis’s handiwork isn’t without consequence.

When they got married Harry was thin and fit, a proper college athlete, always runnings or playing some kind of game with his buddies. But a suburban life, a desk job, and a marriage doesn’t leave much room for activity. And along with Louis’s constantly cooking, Harry starts to change.

It starts with him growing a little spare tire belly, not enough for him to notice, and when he does, he’s reassured by all the other men in his office sporting the same bellies. It stretches out his shirts a little but doesn’t impact him too much. But as the months go on, his little spare tire belly turns into a beer belly (he’s been going out drinking with the guys in the office more), and then a round gut, and then a belly that starts to sag. His face fills out, where it used to be handsome, sharp angles is now puffy cheeks and a double chin. His chest widens and softens, pulling at the buttons of his shirts. His arms used to be wide from his sculpted biceps, but now they’re just soft and getting wider every day. His thighs and butt take up more room in his office chair, he has to loosen his watch around his wrist, even his work shoes feel too tight.

He rips and pops buttons and breaks zippers on his shirts and pants, but Louis cheerily tells him not to worry, he’ll take those shirts and pants right to the tailor. And if there’s no hope, he’ll just make an appointment for Harry to get measured and get new clothes.

Any time Harry has doubts about his ballooning body, Louis is right there to give him a kiss and reassurance, to offer a new yummy treat to fill his mouth, and if he’s in a good mood, to lift up the skirt of his house dress or to lift up the heft of Harry’s belly and unbuckle his belt so he can have a different kind of treat

After a few years of marriage Harry is nearly unrecognizable from the man Louis married, but he doesn’t mind one bit. He’s rather proud of making him that way.

#unemployed delaney has entered the chat lmao #and she's ready to write long things again

12 notes · View notes

ranger-kellyn · 1 year

Note

Nice!

What other kinds of food do the tribes make?

haha, admittedly, i'm not well versed in any of the foods across all the tribes. frybread is just a bit of a special case in that it's something we all tend to share. the foods from east coast tribes, to west coast tribes, to the tribes in the plains, and even tribes from different parts of alaska all vary so much.

one thing i know that links most coastal tribes is fish, salmon in particular. east and west coast! (though in my opinion, pacific salmon is a million times better than atlantic salmon-- atlantic salmon tends to be way more fishy than pacific haha)

but then there's differences even within tribes depending on if you grew up on the reservation or in a village, or outside one. my family is all "city natives". my uncle who grew up in the village loves to give the family grief for being city natives, even though the city in question was sitka, alaska and like........it's not a City-city lmao

the only tribe i'm comfortable saying anything regarding food is my own, and even then, only more "modern" methods from my family specifically. if i were to ask my family to give my friend a "tlingit meal experience" it would absolutely include fresh (or only recently frozen) salmon and halibut. the salmon itself would depend on whatever is running, pinks, kings (chinook), coho (silvers), or sockeye. I personally don't have a preference, but my family insists king salmon is the best. the salmon would be grilled, and the halibut baked. if they thought i was trying to "impress" my friend, they would probably even serve halibut cheeks (the best cut off of the fish, and the most expensive cut). if the family was lucky with the crab pots, probably some king crab or snow crab depending on the season. herring eggs, which is one of my absolute favorites but ONLY when it's hot and fresh. the second they start cooling down they're disgusting lol. it's hard to describe the flavor, since the eggs are harvested by putting hemlock branches in the water for them to lay the eggs on, then boiled and like. doused in butter. it's a very mild fish and herb taste, and the texture is pretty fun. moose meat of some kind. usually my family does moose burgers, but sometimes moose sausages. reindeer sausages are usually made with breakfast, but i don't really care for them since my uncle always overcooks them and they're dry. rice with all of it. probably dried seaweed, too, but that one it always hit or miss for me. idk what it is about the different places my aunties harvest it from, but sometimes it's super fishy and strong, and other times it's nice and i enjoy it. and then berries. Salmonberries and blueberries, usually. Salmonberries are a type of wild raspberry. i love picking them in the summer, the family usually makes a whole day of it. in the summers we have them fresh in a bowl with sugar and evaporated milk, or on top of salads. most of it goes to making salmonberry jam, though. super sweet and one of my favorites. if the berries are frozen, they'll make this...jell-o salad? it's like, raspberry and cherry jell-o, and a few other things. i'm. not sure. i've only eaten it, never made it lmao. my REAL favorite is when my auntie makes a cheesecake that's topped with a salmonberry reduction. the blueberries are so interesting bc like...store-bought blueberries just do not taste the same. wild blueberries taste so much better. we usually just make them into jam, or have them fresh on salads.....or my aunties torment me by making blueberry pancakes (which is a post for a different day lmaO)

other foods that i know i've seen during different potlatchs would be fish stew, fish head stew, fish heads, (we don't waste any part of the animals we consume lol--like basically every tribe, we value being stewards of the land. we never owned the land, we belonged to the land) seal, seal oil, clams, oysters, a million different ways to prepare kelp, and just about a million different ways to prepare any of the meats i mentioned, along with plenty of other things that are maybe more family specific haha

#red gekkouga

2 notes · View notes

theovergrowth · 7 months

Text

Restart.

It was humid. He hadn’t gotten used to Missouri’s summer climate, but that didn’t really matter now; fall had started, and they wouldn’t be here long.

Titus (just Titus, for now) sat up in the dim bedroom he had lived in over the last few months. It was mostly empty now, everything aside from a backpack of essentials already loaded into the van from the day before.

He grabbed his watch, the one Drew quite literally demanded he own, off of his mattress. 6:12 am. Nobody else would be awake yet, but that wasn’t too unusual. If anything, it was preferable.

Quietly, an old instinct, he crept down the hall to the bathroom. He took a hot shower, put on some clean clothes, and took a moment as he was brushing his teeth to really look at himself in the mirror.

His hair was mostly gone, now a grown-out buzzcut that still sprouted small flowers. His face had filled out more, his complexion had a healthier glow, but most alien of all to him: he no longer had those same dark circles under his eyes. Yes, they hadn’t disappeared entirely, but he felt more… rested?

After spitting out his toothpaste and shoving the toothbrush into his backpack, he went out to the kitchenette and started on breakfast. Everyone would need to eat well today; the four of them were headed out on a “paranormal expedition”, as Pete and Drew had taken to calling it, west towards California, then up the 101 towards Oregon, stopping often along the way with Titus driving his van, Ricky driving his car, and Pete and Drew riding with Ricky.

Titus had been the first one to suggest he could ride alone for the first stretch to Oklahoma, saying he was less likely to need to switch off with someone while driving.

It was true, but really he was just terrified. Things had been good here; he was comfortable, he felt in control of himself, he had a group of friends that he… really cared about, and really didn’t want to see get hurt.

But… he also knew he had to trust them. He had to trust they would take care of themselves with the knowledge they had. Titus had already done all he should; actually trying to open up and tell them his side of a story they already knew, giving them all the information he had about The Sons, The Overgrowth, his father… all of it.

And they all took it in stride, telling him it didn’t change how they felt. If anything, they all seemed even more adamant about sticking together, Drew practically ripping his head off when he floated the idea of just splitting up for safety. “Splitting up is the opposite of safe,” he had chastised, forcing Titus to sit through a night-long horror movie marathon to prove the point. Titus hadn’t minded; he enjoyed falling asleep on the couch with his friend’s laughter as white noise.

Still, he was terrified. He swallowed it as he heard the distant sounds of each of his friends alarms going off, instead focusing on plating breakfast. Blueberry pancakes, biscuits and gravy, vegetarian sausage and bacon, and 4 mason jars of overnight oats he had prepped for each of them a couple of days ago.

They all ate quickly (though Titus noted they were a bit skeptical towards their jars), chattering about their plans with the pleasant side-tangent of Pete’s dream the previous night, which she claimed was a “mega-good omen” for their journey.

He hoped she was right.

#(( I swear I’ll explain what happened with The Overgrowth but I’m ready for some Slightly Healthier Titus ))#it just feels inhumane to lose this much ( titus. )#( restart. )#( drabble. )#(( the real reason Titus was gone was just because he was in Missouri Not Because I Was Dead ))#(( Guys I Swear Please lmao ))

1 note · View note

williowdrake · 1 year

Text

Dragie and Kitty Adventure Book 1- Version Two

The Food from Planet Tuun

On a sunny day in July, Kitty was looking out the window. Dragie had gone off to find some dragon food and told Kitty to wait for him. Kitty knew that when Dragie found food it was always exotic. Pineapples, blueberries, crepes (which are very thin pancakes basically), tuna, chicken, but the one thing that Kitty could count on was the fact that Dragie always seemed to know what Kitty would like.

As time goes on for ages, (not really ages but when you are only a few inches tall it seems longer), Dragie flies through the room carrying four plates piled high with food. Each plate had different types of food on them. One of the plates had dinner foods on it; things like steak, ramen, chicken, hot dogs, cheeseburgers, fish, fries and tater tots, and even rice with cream wontons, and everything else that you could think of to have for dinner. Another plate has light but filling lunch food, such as; sandwiches of many different kinds including subs, salads, soup and stews, meat pies and hot pockets, tuna, even some tomatoes and other vegetables as well. The third plate had breakfast food on it. So things like omelettes, bacon, sausages, toast (of many kinds), crepes and pancakes, a mix of many different kinds of cereals, fruits of many kinds, bagels and English muffins, butter of many kinds, cream cheese, olives and other vegetables, as well as pop-tarts and doughnuts. The last plate is a dessert platter. There are many types of cheese and crackers, fudge, ice cream in little tart cups, creme brulee, tiramisu, wafer rolls, chips and dip, hummus, dates and figs, snack mixes, chocolate (everything that has chocolate; so chocolate bars and truffles, to candy bars and everything in between), candy, and many other desserts. Dragie lands perfectly beside Kitty and nudges him with his tail.

"I have brought food," Dragie says with a smile.

Kitty turns and looks at Dragie, with his arms full of plates. "So I see." As Kitty takes a blueberry off one of the plates and pops it in his mouth.

Dragie places the food down on the sparkly clean floor and takes a large rib piece and begins to eat it. Kitty begins to ponder what would be the best drinks for washing down the food. He walks to the mini fridge, sensing that Dragie was watching his every move, pausing in his eating, opens the door and peers in. He pulls out some fruit juices, milk (many different kinds, all types of nut juice and whole milk), water, soda, and many other drinks like cold brew coffee and the syrups to flavour the milk. He walks back to Dragie and places the drinks down. Dragie smiles and goes back to eating his tender rib. Kitty walks a few rooms away and Dragie frowns.

Kitty has always been the one to not eat that much. It is not that he can't eat, cause he can eat a lot. It is just that he doesn't want to eat. Dragie does not like when Kitty does things like this, it makes him sad. But little does Dragie know that Kitty is making homemade tea and lemonade. Dragie leaves his post around the food in search to see what Kitty is doing, hesitant he may be.

Dragie flys through rooms slowly in search for Kitty. After the first couple of rooms, Dragie gets nervous and scared. 'Where is Kitty?' he thought frantically. He was flying faster now. He enters the kitchen so lost in his fear and thoughts, that he forgot to watch out where he was flying. Oh no! He'll fly into kitty squeezing some lemons if he is not careful. A small humming filled the air. 'I know that song! That is one of the native American songs that Kitty sings when working. It means that he is close!' He breaks from his thoughts and sees Kitty soon enough so that he could do a nose dive and fly up sharply. When he does this, he flies so close to Kitty that it causes to make a shocked kitty sound. The sound sounds exactly like a young kitten who is able to explore the house alone but while still trying to walk.

Dragie lands next to Kitty, watching Kitty finish making the lemonade. Dragie than takes Kitty and tosses him on his back and with his talons as he grasps the tea and lemonade. He flies fast back to where the plates lay making Kitty eek, he gently places the drinks down and takes Kitty of his back. The look on Kitty's face from flying so high is priceless and he laughs. A full belly laugh, a bit rough from the lack of laughing a lot. Kittys dishevelled look; hair spiked up and whiskers pulled back. This made him look like what would happen if Albert Einstein became Meowbert Stein. Kitty's eyes are wide open but not from his own choosing.

Kitty shakes and his appearance becomes fluffier but at least more like his normal self. "Sorry," Dragie says as he tries to hide his toothy grin. Kitty shakes again, making him return to his normal self completely.

"It's okay." As Kitty tries to fix his bangs from falling in front of his face.

Dragie puts a paw on Kittys. "Stop it, you look cute." Kitty huffs but leaves it. "But now time to eat. "

Kitty looks at all the food and then looks at Dragie. Dragie grabs a crepe and begins to munch on it. Sensing Kitty watching him, he turns his head. Drool is falling in large raindrops on the floor because Dragie loves crepes. Dragie is also looking at Kitty basically saying in little words, eat.

Kitty slowly puts a paw on a cream cheese wonton, never loses eyesight with Dragie. Then quickly puts one end of it in his mouth. Dragie smiles and looks away to get another crepe. Kitty woofs down the rest of the wonton and then reaches for a sausage link and brings it to his lips. Before he can wrap his kitty mouth around the sausage he feels himself being pushed by something. He looks up at Dragie who is eating a bear patty sandwich but shows no sign of using his tail to bring Kitty closer to him. Kitty looks over his shoulder and sees Dragies spiked tail wrapped around him. By the time that he looks up again, and he is next to Dragie, who is looking down at Kitty smiling.

Kitty puts his sausage in his mouth and munches away at it. Dragie reaches for some blueberries. Each one sticking on his claws on his left hand. He bites the blueberries sliding them slowly off his claws, trying not to have the juice down his scales.

A knock sounds at the Kitty and Dragie cave. Kitty and Dragie look at each other, food in both of their mouths. Dragie curls his tail closer to Kitty when Kitty tries to walk closer to the entrance of the cave. Kitty swallows his food and says, "what if something is hurt? We have to save it, Dragie." Dragie nods and walks slowly towards the cave entrance. Protecting Kitty the entire way with his tail. Eventually, they both reach the door. Kitty reaches out and opens the door. A small spiked creature about the same size as an hedgehog runs past Kitty and Dragie.

"Thank you for letting me out of that strange place. It was too cozy from what I am used to." The hedgehog says.

"Welcome," Dragie says.

"Where are you from?" Kitty askes with curiousity.

"I come from a planet called Tuun. My spaceship and I were on a way to a party on Earth for a couple of friends called," He pauses and pulls out these two long rods, sorta like shower rods, and types a few things on them. A hologram appears in between the rods. "Dragie and Kitty. But I seemed to have miscalcuated my route."

"You came down here to throw a party for us?" Dragie asked.

"Are you the ones who were playing in the field several t P today?"

"tP? What is that?" Kitty asked

"t P is the Planck Time. It is how is my people measure time."

"Oh. Well yes, it was our time for some sunshine." Kitty said.

"I have some very fine food from my home planet for you."

"Oooh, food." Dragie says with drool coming out of his mouth.

A flash of light and a whole bunch of food appeared. Dragie took something that looked like trout from the pile and began to eat it. Kitty took a flower that looked like clover and ate it. Before they could thank the small being and even ask if he would like to join them, they heard a loud whirring sound. The both ran towards the window to see a spaceship lift from the air. "I hope you both enjoy the food and the rest of your beautiful day!" A voice calls from the spaceship before it was gone.

"We didn't even to thank him or ask for his name." Kitty said.

"It's okay Kitty, I have a feeling that we will meet him again." Dragie says as he puts a paw on Kitty's shoulders.

The sun begins to fade on another eventful day from the pages of the Dragie and Kitty Adventures.

0 notes

duststained · 2 years

Note

all the yellow emojis for harvey

🤥 / LYING : are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

some would say he lies well and frequently, yes.. i say he’s an okay liar, and he doesn’t try to lie unless he thinks it’s for the better of a situation. he doesn’t see the point in lying to appease someone or lying for fun. he probably has a typical tell, like looking down or to the side instead of @ someone, which, like, i do anyway and so does he, so, maybe we both need a break.

😭 / CRYING : what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

no, he doesn’t cry easily, but he’s also not made of stone. anything involving loss hits him pretty hard, and so does guilt, because he has a lot of both stored up inside him. also, when ( checks scene emily sent me because i’ve never seen it ) rocky goes to the old boxing gym, he gets a little misty eyed.

👊 / PUNCH : are they quick to violence?

yes. next question.

👪 / FAMILY : what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

that’s ... a really good question. i wasn’t expecting that question. yes. he does have family. his relationship with them is ... tenuous at best. he and his dad haven’t spoken in a very, very long time. he has two older half-brothers, david and andrew who he speaks to occasionally, typically just around holidays and birthdays. connor is his younger half-brother, and they have ... a lot going on there.

😨 / FEARFUL : when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

fight instinctively, but he’s not above fleeing if he doesn’t have any fight left.

🥞 / PANCAKE : what is their comfort breakfast?

funny enough, probably pancakes. blueberry, plenty of syrup. with sausage and eggs, over easy.

🍰 / CAKE SLICE : favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

chocolate cake with chocolate icing. he doesn’t really fuss over cake, he’ll eat anything, but the only one he really really likes is this one. you know the kind with the chocolate shavings on it, too? that.

🌙 / MOON : what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

his daughter back. there’s nothing he can do, but he’d kill for it if he could.

☀️ / SUN : are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

he has no problems being up early if he has like, a shift at the hospital, but he’ll sleep in until one in the afternoon if he doesn’t and he’s been drinking heavily the night before. the first thing he does no matter what tho is take a shower and brew a coffee.

💡 / LIGHTBULB : is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

he has a calendar he writes his shifts on, but other than that he wings it, or, realistically, doesn’t even really have much going on TO plan.

👑 / CROWN : what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

i don’t think he wants to be remembered at all. he’d rather just go. he doesn’t consider anything he did to be good enough to remember, and he wants the bad to be lost to time.

✏️ / PENCIL : is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

“ if you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there. and if one day your find that there is no angry man in your house — well, you will go find one and invite him in! ” you have to remove it from its context a little, but he did grow up with an angry man in his house and when he moved out and over the years became one himself, therefore still living with the angry man with him, and he “invited him in” by allowing that to happen for himself. fun times.

🌟 / GLOWING STAR : what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

realistically, harvey thinks stargazing is stupid. he doesn’t do it.

#all — harvey.#answered — harvey.

0 notes

pomodoko · 3 years

Text

Hermits and what they eat before starting their day

Bdubs: The sleep king has an amazing sleeping schedule and wakes up nice and early. However as you’ve seen, this man eats chicken nuggets with ranch and BBQ sauce. Probably puts a couple pop tarts into a toaster and calls it breakfast.

Cubfan: He’s one of the rise-and-grind sort of people, but I think he eats healthy enough. At least a bowl of oatmeal with a handful of blueberries. On busy days he brings fruit bars with him to work. Has quite a sweet tooth.

DocM: What do creepers even eat? I assume that he’s at least omnivorous based on previously shown diets, though he prefers a healthy portion of fruit salad to start the day off. When he’s really low on energy he can eat a whole chicken.

Etho: Seems like the type to forget to eat in the morning and Iskall has to force feed him. Snacks on dried chorus fruit throughout the day. A light eater.

False: She’s lazy about making her own meals in the morning, especially if she had a busy late night beforehand. A bowl of cereal and a fruit is her go-to, but when she has more energy she would probably make a sandwich or two to bring with her to work.

Gem: Takes her morning slow and prepares a good, balanced breakfast/brunch for herself before heading out to work. A good breakfast of fruits, eggs, and a cup of milk always make her happy. Indulges in learning new, fancy recipes.

Grian: Prefers a quick energy boost before heading out. A hastily made slice of buttered toast can be seen dangling from his mouth as he leaves for work. Sometimes when he takes thing slow, he spends the night before prepping for breakfast the next day. A rather rare occurrence.

Hypno: He can’t leave his house without a proper breakfast, but since he likes to sleep in, he usually prepares brunch instead. He’s getting worried about the amount of carbs he’s been consuming, so nowadays he goes for eggs and bacon and sliced fruits.

Impulse: He runs on coffee more than he runs on nutrients, which is extremely worrying. Especially with his recently developed taste for amethyst crystals, who knows how this man can function. Sometimes he eat normal food, like bread and jam.

Iskall: A big eater who enjoys snacking throughout the day as well, usually with a bag of jerky or a box of juice in his pocket whenever he’s taking a break from work. For breakfast, he prepares egg/potato salad the night before to go with his sandwiches the next day.

Jevin: You can see his breakfast being digested inside him when he leaves for work. Not a picky eater at all since he’s a slime. Just eat whatever that’s in his fridge at the moment, sometimes even without heating up the food.

Joe Hills: He starts the day with a hot cup of tea, a good book, and a bowl of porridge/oatmeal. Sometimes if he’s feeling fancy, he makes pancakes and shares them with Cleo. He’s a decent enough cook if he wasn’t in the mood to experiment with his spice cabinet.

Keralis: Imagine the fanciest breakfast one can get. No, imagine the fanciest brunch you can get. This man lives in a fancy house and eats from his fancy charcuterie board. Grapes, cheese, smoked meat and crackers. Of course, not everyday, but still he likes to indulge whenever possible.

Mumbo: His diet is entirely potato and other root vegetables. Of course, eating just baked potato all the time is a bore, so recently he’s been learning how to fry them. His poor mini kitchen is not handling the heat very well.

Pearl: She shares recipes with Gem from time to time, but often she gets a little lazy and make up short cut recipes instead. Once a week she puts whatever she can find in her fridge on the pan with some beaten eggs and has it for breakfast. She calls it her “anything-goes omelet.”

Rendog: While Doc leans towards veggies, Ren can get rather carnivorous. He likes sausages, ham, and sunny-side up eggs on his platter if he could have them everyday. Freshly picked fruits are a bonus, especially with a cup of coffee in the morning. Surprisingly, he doesn’t like steaks in the morning.

Scar: He likes to start the day off sweet, so his favorite breakfasts are always french toast with powdered sugar and syrup, or fruits and yogurt, or a tall glass of berries smoothie. Since he dies rather often, he carries energy bars with him to replenish his health when needed.

Stress: She’s really careful about having a nutritious and balanced breakfast as well and her brunches usually have roasted vegetables, chicken or fish, and a slice of toast. Water is her best friend, though sometimes she also gets a glass of juice to go with her meal.

Tango: He’s the type to eat whatever he can find in the fridge. Sometimes he would get a quick snack for breakfast like pop tarts or toast. Sometimes he heats up whatever that’s leftover from dinner and eat that instead. He always pair his breakfast with coffee.

TFC: He’s just as methodical with his meals as he is with his work. He doesn’t use the stove often, opting for campfire cooking with sausages or freshly caught fish to go with his oatmeal. Sometimes he makes a large pot of soup or stew and eats from that throughout the day.

VintageBeef: He likes to take time with his breakfast as well and shares his recipe with Pearl and Gem whenever he can. Doesn’t like greasy food very much. Loves freshly made bread with honey or jam, and when he’s up for it, stir fry veggies with eggs.

Wels: He’s an early bird like Bdubs, but he prefers taking his time to start the day. Enjoys blasting music in the kitchen while he cooks. His breakfasts are simple but homely. Sometimes it’s just cereal, sometimes it’s grilled cheese with tomatoes on the side. He’s not picky.

xB: He’s a little lazy with his breakfast, so he opts for ready-made frozen meals or instant noodles. He can cook, he just prefers not to. He doesn’t like to eat sweet things or snack food for breakfast, though. The type to work better on a full stomach.

Xisuma: This man’s tongue is absolutely broken. He likes unseasoned chicken breast with boiled vegetable. At least the tea he drinks has some taste. He probably doesn’t salt his eggs either. Absolutely abhorrent.

Zedaph: Does he even eat in the morning? Before season 8 at least he had Tango and Impulse to check on him if he had eaten, but now there’s barely anyone around to keep this man in check. Functions entirely on coffee and protein bars. His fridge is crammed with store-bought golden carrots.

Cleo: She eats, sometimes. Her nature as a zombie makes her more carnivorous than a normal human, but she doesn’t mind. She can eat mostly any sort of meat, from spider eyes to rotten flesh. She advertises for Hive-Dr8, but doesn’t drink too much of the product because the sugar makes her queasy.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #mcyt #pmdk talks #headcanon #long post #food

426 notes · View notes

chubmins · 3 years

Text

candy bear, sweetie pie (i wanna be adored)

cw: feederism, belly kink, weight gain, burping, brief mention of body image regarding jimin’s family, streamer!jimin.

“hello there... it’s manggae.”

jimin’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as he laid back on one of his hands and appraised the rapidly growing influx of messages on his live’s chat. they weren’t quick enough that jimin would lose track, but nowadays he would have to scroll back up to catch something he missed a few times. his audience had been growing.

“you missed me? cute. it’s only been a week.” his full lips stretched in a smile his viewers would be able to see and fawn over. jimin always positioned himself carefully, camera catching him perfectly from the lips down — not because he didn’t want the audience to see his face, they had seen him a handful of times now, but because he wanted his body to be the main focus.

and his body explained why his nickname on the streaming website was manggaetteok.

jimin had always liked to eat. growing up in an extremely rich family, food had never been an issue — until it started being taken away from him by parents and nutritionists who believed his chubby cheeks were something to be ashamed of. jimin spent his teenage years on diets, pills and stinky gym bathrooms. he almost started hating his body as much as his parents did.

until he moved out. was moved out, to be more precise — an apartment bought for him in the heart of gangnam, too big for just one person, way under-decorated to look like a homel. jimin was twenty and out of his parents' claws for the first time in his life.

it didn’t take him more than a year to figure out the most crucial things about himself: he prefered boys over girls, silk robes and lace over black pressed suits, and he very much prefered to stay home and order food to going out to a new bar every friday night.

jimin turned into the perfect definition of a homebody; and, soon enough, of a foodie.

he didn’t hold back when it came to food, and the results of his indulgence after years of restriction showed on his body rather quickly. at least his parents were right about one thing — he really was prone to gaining weight, and a lot of it.

sitting now on the floor of one of the three bedroom’s in his apartment, the one he had slowly decorated to be his streaming studio, jimin weight gain is nothing if not noticeable. nicely placed down on his fluffy baby pink carpet with thighs spread as wide as they would go, his belly hanged almost touching the floor. it looks so soft and pudgy now, bulging forward in an almost perfect round dome even when it’s empty. he has pink stretch marks from the top of his jiggly thighs to right under his belly button, which has gotten deep enough for jimin to fit and poke his entire pinky finger inside. his flabby tits rest nicely on top of his swollen gut, round puffy nipples a pretty light brown on display.

“remember when i’d dress up all cute and pretty for these lives?” jimin practically purred at the camera, both hands heading to his breasts so he could squeeze and jiggle them while chuckling. “my bras don’t fit me anymore… i need to buy new ones.”

as if on cue, the silent notification bar that signaled new donations started popping up repeatedly, each time with a different amount of the website’s currency he’d get to convert to real money later. jimin chuckled again, he knew how to play this game too well. he had indeed grown out of most of his fancy silk and lace lingerie, but he also didn’t want to repeat the same ones he’d still fit into. that being said, he had decided on his fit for today as being a pair of baby blue silk shorts that barely covered his ass when he stood up, and a matching silk choker with a small emerald pendant.

“well, well, look at that! seems like i’ll have some new lingerie to show you guys soon.” His hands moved away from his body before he could get too excited, and moved towards the tray he had off camera.

with a little bit of maneuvering, he pulled the traw towards himself until it was in between his massive thighs and the camera, positioned just so that his body wouldn’t be too covered up and his belly would still be on display.

“as you can see” jimin praticaly purred, “i followed your requests and got a full american breakfast. there are pancakes,” he pointed at each and every item as he spoke, mouth watering just thinking about how he was finally going to eat “eggs, sausages, muffins, bagels and a berry smoothie.”

that was probably enough food to feed a family of four — the chat flooded with excited messages of how they couldn’t wait to see jimin eating it all. at first his viewers’ excitement would startle jimin a bit, but now? now he lived for it.

after all, he’d always get as excited as them.

“should i start with the pancakes? they’re still warm.” he asked, reading all the messages he could, all of which were encouraging him to start eating.

jimin reached for the pancakes. there were six of them in total, fluffy and golden brown with melted butter running down on all sides. jimin’s fork was quick to make work through the first three layers as he balanced the plate on top of his belly, and once the big bite was inside his lips he moaned unashamedly.

“fuck… so good.” he barely finished chewing before he pushed more inside his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss. “i could eat this everyday. imagine how much bigger i’d get.”

his viewers got off on that, as he came to learn very quickly after starting to stream himself eating. jimin’s primary goal certainly wasn’t to gain weight, but it did keep the cash coming and he didn’t mind the plushness one bit. just a small price to pay for all the food he shoved inside himself, and he did look hot with all the extra pounds. jimin continued to shove the pancakes inside his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing, moaning almost obscenely throughout the whole process. it didn’t take more than five minutes for him to polish the whole stack.

“kinda wish i had ordered more” he pouted, putting the plate away and lightly slapping his still very empty gut. the donations started popping up again, messages telling him to order more right at that instant, to order ten times more next week. “don’t worry everyone, i still have a lot more to eat!”

jimin reached for the bagels next — there were 9 of them in a box alongside 4 muffins of various flavours, and jimin had started alternating between them while answering some of his viewers questions.

“last time i went on a date? that was a couple months ago, actually” he answered between bites of a blueberry muffin. “made him take me to an all you can eat buffet, ate like a pig. had to unzip my pants for dessert and all...” jimin licked his fingers clean, making a little show out of it before reaching for the last bagel and all but eating half of it in one big bite before continuing in a lighthearted tone, cheeks full. “probably freaked him out, he never called again.”

the story was only partially true — taehyung had taken him to an all you can eat buffet for their first date, but he also had called again. they were dating, in fact, but had made an arrangement to keep it from jimin’s subscribers. as much as jimin didn’t mind showing his body and face online for thousands to see, his private life remained private, and he was a firm believer that nobody needed to know his real name, the city he lived in or his relationship status.

“i need something savory, now. those muffins were really sweet.” jimin sighed, taking a big sip from his berry smoothie. one of his chubby hands played with his belly, caressing around the belly button before lifting the fat mass and letting it fall, sighing at the way it jiggled back into place. the movement dislodged a gas bubble, and he could hear the gurgling noise coming up his throat and feel the pressure on his chest right before letting out a loud belch.

“oh, yeah… that felt good.” another burp made its way out right then, shorter and deeper than the first one. jimin bit his lip and smiled, playing coy. “excuse me!”

he reached for the eggs, three full plates with enough spicy sauce on top that it dripped down Jimin’s chin at his first bite. he didn’t clean it at first, too preoccupied with stuffing his face until he could barely chew with his mouth closed. jimin still had a few steps to take before he felt actually full, but his stomach definitely felt a little bit harder at the top, now. he ate the first two plates mostly in silence aside from the casual moans and loud slurps from the berry smoothie, lips feeling tingly and swollen from the spice.

“you guys remember last time i ate this spicy sauce, right?” jimin smiled, going for the third and last plate. “that day with the ten hamburguers. i downed almost the entire bottle with them, got so gassy afterwards. couldn’t stop burping.” the memory makes his comment session go crazy, talking about how hot it was, how he should do it again. jimin chuckles, happy his viewers don’t mind how much of a pig he can be sometimes.

he continues eating, barely stopping to breathe — there’s still two dishes to get done with, and his stomach is starting to protest about the eggs he just ate.

“hmm… tummy is talking, you guys hear that?” jimin all but shoves a finger inside his belly button, moving the digit around in a movement that could almost be considered obscene. he feels so good, exposed like this, stomach gurgling away the fullness.

the donations keep coming at a fast rate as jimin keeps eating, pace much slower than when he first started with the pancakes, lips greasy and adorned with crumbles. his hands find his belly a plethora of times, caressing the stretched out skin, pressing against the swelled up gut as he unashamedly lets out moans and sighs of pleasure. that’s how jimin, sooner rather than later, finds himself out of food to eat, only half of his smoothie left.

“so full…” he groans, leaning back to expose his full, rounded out fat belly. it gurgles audibly then, jumping out in an abrupt movement as jimin’s lips fall open and he belches again, a long and wavering deep noise that sounds both disgusting and relieving. only then he reaches off camera for a tissue box, cleaning his fingers and then his lips and double chin, laughing as he spots some muffin crumbles on his chest and wipes them away carelessly.

“that was so—” jimin is interrupted by a small burp, cheeks puffing up cutely. “so good. but i can’t help but feel like i could pack more in here.” he pats his belly kinda harshly, the slapping sound loud inside his room. “should i go for 10 pancakes next time? or maybe only have pancakes, a huge stack of them… ah, bet i could eat 20.”

the chat is, as always, extremely encouraging. the donations start coming at a surprising speed again, some messages attached about how the money is for his future grocery trip and for him to buy double of everything. jimin bathes on the attention for a little longer, answering some questions while trying to soothe his ful, oversized belly, chuckling every now and then and pointing out the gurgling noises it makes as it tries to process all the food he just ate.

he was not lying, though — it does feel like he could pack more if he tried. but that’s a thought for next time, and jimin stores it for next week’s stream as he bids goodbye and claims it’s time for him to get into his food coma and digest so he can come back even fatter.

“this has been manggae… until next time, guys!”

#i'm literally shaking i'm so flustered about posting this fic #it's been a while since i've written anything #please note english isn't my first language #am trying my best #as always idk how to tag #chubby bt5 #chubmins

118 notes · View notes

snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

Text

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,919 Words

Summary: A new friend moves into the dorm.

Warnings: Death Mention, Abandonment Mention, Orphan Mention, Disownment, Cursing, Injury Mention, Blood Mention, Caps, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 5

6:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: Alright, you might have noticed dorm 10 is occupied this morning. You guys are getting another fellow dormmate.

gay salt: mon dieu. Who?

President Megaphone has added Bakugou

Bakugou: Hi, I guess.

farmer toshi has changed Bakugou's name to deku deck-you

deku deck-you: I'd kill you if you didn't risk your life for my teacher.

farmer toshi: Come kill me then, coward.

deku deck-you: No, I'm too tired.

schrodinger better run: Hey, Baku, what's your tragic backstory?

deku deck-you: What?

foil-mecha: Well, about 60% of us in here have a tragic backstory for being in the dorms. Monoma's mother abandoned him in Japan, Hagakure and Shinsou are orphans, Kuroiro's parents hate her, and Honenuki's been disowned. Me and Shiozaki are only here because our commute to and from school would have been horrible and Tsunotori and Aoyama are exchange students.

deku deck-you: It's stupid. I don't want you to think I'm pathetic.

gay salt: If anyone makes fun of you, I'll personally kick in the teeth. Besides Shinsou, he gets a free pass only because his teeth are already fucked this week with wires.

deku deck-you: Well, my old hag mother wanted me to drop from UA because it's too dangerous for her liking but I wouldn't do it so she kicked me out and disowned me. She beat me pretty bad, ended up breaking my right kneecap and left a bunch of deep cuts on my arms and almost severed my arteries in my wrists with some glass from a vase she broke before she threw me out of the house.

deku deck-you: I'd have used my quirk on her if it wouldn't be considered unwilling quirk usage against a civilian and, with my quirk, I'd be put in jail for how dangerous me using it in a fight could be, especially if she claimed I hurt her. I can't even go to class this morning because she threw my blood on my UA uniform so I wouldn't go back.

farmer toshi: Can't say it'll completely fit you, but my uniform is clean in room 6 in the top drawer of my dresser. Use mine for today since I'm not allowed to go to school today still. I threw up last night so I'm being held yet again for observation.

deku deck-you: Thank you. Who all is even here?

ranch flavored jello: Oh yeah, introductions. You weren't here for them.

ranch flavored jello has quoted 21 messages

Aizawa: Shouta, he/him, I'm gay, married, depressed

Shinsou: Hitoshi, he/him, I'm gay

Monoma: Seiko, she/they/he, pansexual/genderfluid, if you have a crush on me, you're some kind of gay

Hagakure: Toru, she/her, lesbian

Aoyama: Akemi, she/they, trans mtf/lesbian

Tsunotori: Pony, she/her, lesbian

Shiozaki: Ibara, they/them, asexual/agender/aromantic

Kuroiro: Kageya, she/her, trans mtf/bi

Tokoyami: Fumikage, he/him, trans ftm/bi

Honenuki: Juzo, she/her?, bi

Kuroiro: Ah yes, our girl, Honenuki Kiyomi.

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

deku deck-you: Well, I'm pansexual, he/him, trans ftm, just please don't call me Bakugou anymore, I don't want that hag's surname.

feral cat dad: I'll fight your mother, don't tempt me.

feral cat dad: Also how about Aizawa Katsuki?

deku deck-you: I'm going to start crying.

nat20: Looks like Mr. Aizawa is adopting another kid with bad parents.

President Megaphone: Yeah, I'll get the paperwork on the UA twelve hour adoption from custody transfer.

deku deck-you: Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening.

farmer toshi: I'd kill a transphobe for my brother, your honor.

deku deck-you: I have a family? Really? A real family that won't hurt me?

President Megaphone: As your uncle, I assure you, nobody here will hurt you.

feral cat dad: Katsuki, I would never hurt my son.

farmer toshi: Yeah, dude, I wouldn't hurt you, ever.

ranch flavored jello: I have a brother! I wanna paint your nails!

deku deck-you: I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

farmer toshi: I'm glad you're happy, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You're all so nice, thank you.

gay salt: We'd be nice to you regardless, Kats. We're happy to help you whilst you're settling in and finally getting to feel safe. We're proud of you for being brave enough to reach out for help when you needed it.

deku deck-you: I need to get dressed before y'all keep making me cry.

deku deck-you is now offline

7:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: katsukiinhisschooluniformwithorangehair.jpg

deku deck-you: Toru helped me because my arms still hurt a lot when I grab things.

ranch flavored jello: My boy, Katsuki, looks like a god.

deku deck-you: I finally don't look like my mother anymore.

farmer toshi: I'll punt kick her for you, bro.

deku deck-you: Don't make me cry.

ranch flavored jello: Get to class, Kats. I'm waiting for you.

deku deck-you is now offline

8:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: katsukisnewhair.vid

Video Transcript

Oh my god, Kacchan? -Unknown

Let me fucking explain maybe before you all just gang up on me and make me even more uncomfortable. -deku deck-you

My hag mom threw me out because I wouldn't drop from the Hero Course because it's too 'dangerous' for her liking now. So I'm living in the dorms, if you make fun of my hair, I'll have to kill you because Toru worked hard to make it look good on a time constraint -deku deck-you

I think it looks really good, Kacchan! - Unknown

I will still deck you, Deku, you damn nerd. -deku deck-you

[the camera shows that Katsuki is actually happy and smiling at Midoriya and he's being hugged by Aoyama as Aizawa comes into the room bandaged to the point of looking like a Halloween mummy decoration]

Transcript End

President Megaphone: God fucking dammit, Shouta!

farmer toshi: DAD!

ranch flavored jello: What's wrong?

President Megaphone: He wasn't supposed to start teaching again yet since he's still too injured for Recovery Girl's quirk to work on him.

gay salt: Don't worry, us dorm kids will make sure he doesn't do anything too dangerous.

President Megaphone: Fine, I guess.

3:15 PM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: I'm officially going back in the dorms, Aunt Nemuri came and got me. They knocked my hold down to twelve hours since I threw up since I haven't had anymore nausea or vomiting.

farmer toshi: My stubborn ass is at the store before I go home, do you guys need anything?

President Megaphone: Make sure you pick yourself up things that are liquid for the next couple days while you're on the mend before Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: That's the plan. I've already procured blueberry yogurt drinks and silken tofu and soft ice cream and jellies and stuff. I wanted to know before I check out if anyone else needs anything.

gay salt: Yeah, grab me some boiled octopus and crab sticks if you can. I'm craving them.

foil-mecha: jagariko please, whichever one you find.

ranch flavored jello: Enoki, a bunch of them, and thick white bread.

feral cat dad: Just grab some extra jellies.

life is a nightmare: ham, bean sprouts, tofu, and eggs.

pure: Tofu and spam.

schrodinger better run: Milk, bacon, and eggs for my breakfast tomorrow.

nat20: cheese sausages and kimchi ramen, please.

saviour: Just tofu and edamame.

President Megaphone: aloe yoghurt.

farmer toshi: Got it. I'll be home in like a half hour. Be waiting for your groceries.

8:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

schrodinger better run: @everyone I've made everyone breakfast! Even you, Shinsou and Mr. Aizawa. I made you two's food liquid for you.

schrodinger better run: Breakfast is eggs, pancakes, bacon, and tofu. I made the pancakes vegan friendly and I tried really hard to make the tofu like sausage for Toru and Ibara!

saviour: Thank you, Pony, I'm sure it'll be good no matter what.

ranch flavored jello: Thanks Pony, you're the best.

schrodinger better run: No problem!

schrodinger better run: And for Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou, I made you two your smoothie bags and some of the juice I made for you!

farmer toshi: Which ones?

schrodinger better run: For you, the vanilla coconut, chocolate peanut butter jelly, and guava orange juice. For Mr. Aizawa, spinach peanut butter banana, citrus berry, and guava orange juice.

feral cat dad: Thank you, pony.

feral cat dad: No, capitalize pony.

feral cat dad: Fucking speech to text.

feral cat dad: Pony. There we go.

schrodinger better run: Love you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: Love you too, kid.

2:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Katsuki, Recovery Girl says she can likely heal you now that you're feeling better.

deku deck-you: Yeah, sure.

3:45 PM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: You feel okay, Kats?

deku deck-you: Yeah, just tired. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up for dinner.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:45 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Jeez, you get up early. I'll try to run with you tomorrow.

deku deck-you: I'm good running alone, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: Oh, okay.

deku deck-you: I mean, if you wanna, then go ahead, but I know you don't sleep well. Plus you have to rest up so Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: I know, but I also know it sucks to run alone sometimes.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Shoot, I slept past my alarms.

deku deck-you: It's fine. As long as you're getting sleep, you don't have to run with me, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Fucking alarms weren't set.

deku deck-you: You needed the sleep, Shinsou. You were up late.

farmer toshi: Fine. But I'll catch you one of these mornings.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: I'm getting closer, you early bastard.

deku deck-you: Keep thinking that, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:55 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Now you're taunting me.

deku deck-you: You wish. I'm just good at waking up early.

5:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: I JUST MISSED YOU!

farmer toshi: Get back here little bastard!

deku deck-you: shinsousprintingafterhim.jpg

life is a nightmare: What a wholesome ending.

deku deck-you: shinsoufellonme.jpg

President Michael: You good, kids?

deku deck-you: Yeah, we're good. My knee is a little achy but I'll be fine.

farmer toshi: Don't worry, I'll force him back if he's hurt, Uncle Zashi.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yamada hizashi #aoyama yuuga #katsuki bakugou #shinsou hitoshi #fumikage tokoyami #hagakure tooru #aizawa shouta #monoma neito #kuroiro shihai #juzo honenuki #pony tsunotori #ibara shiozaki #snoweywrites #aizawa we agreed no more cats au #tw death mention

15 notes · View notes