Anonymous Fri 23 Aug 2024 16:02:38 No.68515600 Report

Quoted By: >>68515641

>>68515341
I like to imagine Inco cooking a healthy meal he saw on Binging with Babish or something only for Olivia to not like it at all

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Anonymous Fri 23 Aug 2024 16:17:56 No.68515992 Report

Quoted By: >>68516141 >>68516230 >>68516242 >>68516311 >>68516466 >>68516624

>>68515600
>Tap-dancing Raptor Jesus Fucking Christ, Inco, I am fucking FAT okay? I'm FAT. I am a BIG. FUCKING. FATASS. I fucking LOVE greasy shit food like pizza and fried nuggies. And I know for a fact you like the fact that I'm FAT too because you play with these FAT FUCKING TITTIES literally every goddamn night. So why the FUCK are you trying to feed me whole wheat tortillas with grilled ahi and couscous? You spent FIVE. FUCKING hours preparing this shit when you know you can't cook, you've never cooked, because you saw a FUCKING video put up by someone as bald as you are. I am now waiting to eat dinner at midnight when you know I have to wake up early to get on the phone with an art gallery. And for what? For grilled FUCKING fish and rabbit food? Liz might tolerate this shit for her husband because he's fucking retarded, but not me. You better hope there's a Moe's still open or you're SLEEPING IN THE CAR. Pass the pico de gallo

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Anonymous Fri 23 Aug 2024 18:59:48 No.68520010 Report

Quoted By: >>68520257

>>68515992
>It took everything Inco had to stay composed
>Absolutely. Everything.
>He could feel every part of his being screaming at him to start apologizing
>BEGGING him profusely to do so
>A sick, burning desperation
>He refused to give in
>Inco simply let out a long, slow sigh as he leaned onto the kitchen counter
...
>There
>Inco could feel the sweat dripping off his forehead as he stood upright again
>Had he taken longer than he'd intended?
>Yep
>Did he have to start the meal over due to messing up multiple steps?
>Sure
>Was he COMPLETELY. FUCKING. CLUELESS. at cooking?
>Absolutely
>But Inco still persisted
>He still hoped
>Still believed
>This will be worth it
>Exhaling through his noise, Inco turned back to Olivia
>Clearing his throat, he finally spoke
>"It'll be worth the waiting, Liv."
>Olivia simply squinted at him
>Hard
>Inco felt more sweat go down his back
>"Promise."
>Olivia let out a huff in response as she crossed her arms
>Relenting slightly, it was now Olivia's turn to close her eyes and breathe slowly
...
>Gradually, Olivia simmered down
>Opening her eyes again, Olivia couldn't help but laugh weakly as she shook her head
>"Alright."
>Inco smiled as he internally let out a sigh of relief
>He quickly turned back to start setting down their meal
>Except
>First things first
>Inco took a swipe at something before quickly speed walking towards Olivia
>"Here, Liv."
>"Inco, what are you-"
>Olivia's words were cut short as Inco shoved food in her maw
>Cheese and anchovies
>Tomato sauce on wheat bread
>Still processing, Inco's words made Olivia look back at him
>"Your favorite."
>A rare smirk
>"Made by me."
>Still skeptical, Olivia rolled her eyes before biting down
...
>Inco had never felt prouder to see Olivia's face turn into a smile