#reyestr

[bothsidesofaquestion]

Gasp!

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

{ snacks } : what food does your muse crave post sex? do they keep it by the bed, read to go after sex? would they cook for their partner? 

@reyestr

Typically if he's done enough to warrant his being hungry afterwards (which is nearly always unless it was a quickie because he's fucking extra) but isn't so tired from over performing that he just passes out, his preference is a creole breakfast skillet- diced potatoes, smoked sausage, fluffy scrambled eggs, bell peppers, onions, cajun spices, and a creamy creole remoulade sauce. Doesn't matter the hour because breakfast is always edible and a skillet involves carbs, fats, and protein. Obviously this involves a lot of prep, so he will sometimes pre-prepare ingredients and freeze them. Or if he's being less involved make some waffles and sausage and call it good.

Obviously these foods cannot just sit on your bedside, they would get cold or spoil, both disgusting.

He absolutely will cook for a partner, even if they're on the more casual side because he believes in feeding you after a workout. Also the man is just plain affectionate and one of the ways he shows that is food.

[rageclaws]

@reyestr​: this is actually canon

          when you go your entire life trying not to be like logan , but still end up doing all the shit he would do. even down to the side profession

[splinterdsoularc]

@reyestr​ sent “You’re an impatient bastard, aren’t you chucky ?”

"You say that as if you don't know me." He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the wall, looking up at the cloudy night sky. He prefers to do his hunting at night, knowing that was when a lot of people tried to misbehave. Nica almost prefers the night sometimes, although he knows she has more reluctance than he does. Gaze flicks to Nat before he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

He pulls a pair of gloves out of his pockets and puts them on. Its better if he doesn’t leave prints, because he doesn’t need other super powered freaks on his tail. “You know you didn’t have to come along. I made the offer, but you’re the one who accepted it so this is technically your fault.” It’s not a game he wants to play, but he does need something to pass the time while they just w a i t. Damn, now I know which parent’s to blame for Glenda’s impatience.

[vagasbonds]

viv is quite grateful for the generosity the khan family has given her ; it is perhaps a debt she could never repay . though still , she tries her best . not one to participate in all of their culture’s festivities , she had offered to run the errands that they needed attending while they celebrated . mrs. khan had been overly grateful and ardently warned her to be careful of the dangers riddling the streets of new jersey . it was pointless to argue her capability to take care of herself .

adorned in very casual clothing and her human , holographic disguise , the synthetic teen sifts through the fruit under the awning of the farmer’s market . it’s impossible to find a perfect one , but she is determined to several closest to it . chatter of the rest of the customers idly washes over her while she peruses . she’s not blind to the burning , watchful stare that’s accompanied her on her past two errands . the threat level has long since been determined to be minimal given moral track record . finally , as she finally purchases three supple peaches and slips them in her tote , she turns directly towards natalia . in a low tone , she says , ❝ i do not think being a known hero allows legality for stalking a minor , ms romanova . ❞

&& . @reyestr​ / PLOTTED .

[awnterslder]

“  love is a knife.  we either cut ourselves in the process of falling,  or slice the arteries of the one we adore.  ” /  𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂.

      𝚂𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂? 𝚆𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴? as much as he was always glad to see @reyestr​, he knows the ending’s always the same. every conversation came to a close at the end of the day, whether they were turning in for the night or parting ways for however long it’d be. but it was different now, after suggesting he sleep on the couch this time. hurt even more to see her repositioned by his side at some late hour of the night, on the carpeted floor of their shared room. “agreed.” whether they still felt the same or not, better for both of them if he were the one to walk away first this time, he thinks.

[firelightfables-arc]

@reyestr​ and clint may be in a tight spot...

❝ we’re not safe anywhere… ❞ for Ǝ⅄Ǝ⋊M∀H

The ancient box of cereal had just been dug out from the cupboards, victoriously held in hand and ready to be shared. Turning, Clint had every intention on calling dibs on whatever prize really did come inside - if that was indeed what the brightly colored bird on the front was saying. (He didn’t know, he didn’t actually read Croatian.)

But Natasha’s expression was anything but at ease. The safe house had been an uneasy idea to begin with, and while the bandages holding half his face together smarted Clint paused in any kind of belief they’d be lingering. “You really think they know about this one?” Yet even as he asked, the cereal was being set down. Fingers traveling the length of the bow string over his shoulder. “I take it they’re not coo-coo for cocoa puffs either?”

[sevenbulletsavior]

@reyestr remarked, “ you know that i can’t stay here… “

“Because you have to go running back to SHIELD and reporting for duty.” The words were not bitter, just a blank statement from the woman whose back was turned to Natalia, scarred flesh shadowed in the moonlight as she shifted to tug the white t-shirt on over her head. Red-tinted blonde hair was pulled from beneath the collar, twisted slightly to pull up off the nape of her neck. It was then she glanced over her shoulder to the other woman. “Anyone at SHIELD on to this?” This. This thing they had...or thing they didn’t have but engaged in. Page was curious. So very curious because if so...that meant their time together would be coming to an end soon.