tvddyisms:
of all the things any of them could stand to be accused for, cooking sure as hell wasn’t one of them, and so, with a silent motion of his hands, arms up and palms forward, teddy easily relented his surrender. if anything, it was too late into the night to even think about starting shit, and judas was too fucking tall for him to stand around and try to threaten. with teddy barely grazing the elder’s chin with his own height? it just really didn’t make for a good picture. ❛ m’sure it’s not that spicy. ❜ or so he hoped. teddy might not have been raised in korea for the majority of his upbringing, but he had spent the most influential few years of his childhood there to have acquired a taste for korean food. case in point, spicy shouldn’t have been a problem. then again, as he took the offered plate, the sudden overpowering scent of mixed spices was enough to make his eyes sting. ❛ you said a bit on the spicy side, asshole. ❜ then again, the fact that he took a first bite went against the look of betrayal on his face.
judas knew that he was a little bit on the intimidating side - at six foot five, almost six foot six the last time he had measured, he was taller than everyone in the house. that paired with his semi hostile demeanor and resting bitch face sent all the right signals for back up and don’t fuck with me. something that he appreciated more often than not. he couldn’t help but smirk at him, quirking up an eyebrow and shrugging his shoulders. that was what everyone thought before they had tasted his jerk chicken. he leaned against the counter, sucking some of the sauce off of his thumb as he watched the other’s reaction to the smell of all the spices. “i thought you said it couldn’a been dat spicy, hmm?” he asked mockingly, bringing it up to his lips to take a bite for himself.

















