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Wales x Reader
A Mushy-Gushy Romance
There really was no explanation for this new creation that Owen had made for his family's annual autumn feast, merely the fact that it looked and smelled absolutely wretched. He was so proud of it too…so excited that words truly could not describe this man's happiness.
You stood there, arms crossed and a fake smile plastered across your face as your dark-haired, Welsh boyfriend took the putrid, green mush out of the boiling water and mixed it with oats. He looked up towards you with a bright smile.
"Doesn't it just look marvelous ______?" he beamed. You smiled and nodded, placing your fingers upon your lips so no gags or disgruntled noises would escape them.
Honestly, dirt seemed more appetizing than this monstrous creation, but you kept silent and walked idly towards the living room. Unfortunately, Owen thought otherwise…
"Hey ______, don't you want to be the first to try this love?"
You felt your stomach turn as you walked towards the green gush that was placed neatly on a piece of garlic toast. How could anyone want to eat that?
"Oh sweetheart, I couldn't do that…it's for your family!" you evaded reluctantly. Owen frowned, oh how you hated it when he frowned –those big green eyes would grow glassy and the way he would quiver his bottom lip…
"Oh, fine!" you groaned, throwing your hands into the air. Owen's face brightened up and he lifted the plate closer to your face. You wrinkled your nose to the substance; by now, it had to be completely obvious to Owen that you wanted no part in eating such a delicacy in his country.
"I know it looks horrifyingly nasty," Owen began.
"Horrifying is right." You added distastefully. Owen only shot you a dirty glare, but continued, "But trust me darling, not even Francis could deny that this made his taste buds go wild!"
You narrowed your eyes and asked, "You've got to be kidding me?"
Owen shook his head, giving the usual goofy smile he always wore. Slowly, you took the plate, eyeing the sludge that was oozing off the bread. You were desperate, there was no way this was going in your mouth!
"Shit Owen, this looks awful!" Owen only laughed and moved closer to you, placing a small kiss on your nose, he then said softly, "C'mon, you can trust me? I promise it won't kill you."
You let off an irritable grunt as he gently grabbed the piece of bread and slowly moved it to your mouth. You shut your eyes tightly and tucked in your lips, not wanting to bear the burden of eating such grime.
Owen was growing impatient with you and did something not even you would imagine. Yes, the dark haired man squeezed your bum. You squealed and the bread was placed in your mouth.
"Now, bite." He commanded. And you did so.
…
Once you got past the slimy texture, you soon realized that it was rather tangy—like an olive or pickle. The texture was slightly grainy and the taste was salty, but you didn't dislike it.
You quirked an eyebrow as you continued chewing, noting the fact that you haven't died yet. Owen, on the other hand, was smiling like the Cheshire cat as he watched you eat his native food.
After swallowing, you nodded and said, "I guess it wasn't that bad."
Owen chuckled and kissed your forehead, knowing that deep down inside, you secretly loved it. He'll just have to rub it in later in front of the family.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it love?" he said as he started placing the laverbread into a container to bring to the family. You sighed in defeat and said, "No, I guess it wasn't. But don't squeeze my ass like that if you want me to eat something for you."
Owen grew a rather mischievous smirk and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him and whispering, "No promises love."
A Mushy-Gushy Romance
There really was no explanation for this new creation that Owen had made for his family's annual autumn feast, merely the fact that it looked and smelled absolutely wretched. He was so proud of it too…so excited that words truly could not describe this man's happiness.
You stood there, arms crossed and a fake smile plastered across your face as your dark-haired, Welsh boyfriend took the putrid, green mush out of the boiling water and mixed it with oats. He looked up towards you with a bright smile.
"Doesn't it just look marvelous ______?" he beamed. You smiled and nodded, placing your fingers upon your lips so no gags or disgruntled noises would escape them.
Honestly, dirt seemed more appetizing than this monstrous creation, but you kept silent and walked idly towards the living room. Unfortunately, Owen thought otherwise…
"Hey ______, don't you want to be the first to try this love?"
You felt your stomach turn as you walked towards the green gush that was placed neatly on a piece of garlic toast. How could anyone want to eat that?
"Oh sweetheart, I couldn't do that…it's for your family!" you evaded reluctantly. Owen frowned, oh how you hated it when he frowned –those big green eyes would grow glassy and the way he would quiver his bottom lip…
"Oh, fine!" you groaned, throwing your hands into the air. Owen's face brightened up and he lifted the plate closer to your face. You wrinkled your nose to the substance; by now, it had to be completely obvious to Owen that you wanted no part in eating such a delicacy in his country.
"I know it looks horrifyingly nasty," Owen began.
"Horrifying is right." You added distastefully. Owen only shot you a dirty glare, but continued, "But trust me darling, not even Francis could deny that this made his taste buds go wild!"
You narrowed your eyes and asked, "You've got to be kidding me?"
Owen shook his head, giving the usual goofy smile he always wore. Slowly, you took the plate, eyeing the sludge that was oozing off the bread. You were desperate, there was no way this was going in your mouth!
"Shit Owen, this looks awful!" Owen only laughed and moved closer to you, placing a small kiss on your nose, he then said softly, "C'mon, you can trust me? I promise it won't kill you."
You let off an irritable grunt as he gently grabbed the piece of bread and slowly moved it to your mouth. You shut your eyes tightly and tucked in your lips, not wanting to bear the burden of eating such grime.
Owen was growing impatient with you and did something not even you would imagine. Yes, the dark haired man squeezed your bum. You squealed and the bread was placed in your mouth.
"Now, bite." He commanded. And you did so.
…
Once you got past the slimy texture, you soon realized that it was rather tangy—like an olive or pickle. The texture was slightly grainy and the taste was salty, but you didn't dislike it.
You quirked an eyebrow as you continued chewing, noting the fact that you haven't died yet. Owen, on the other hand, was smiling like the Cheshire cat as he watched you eat his native food.
After swallowing, you nodded and said, "I guess it wasn't that bad."
Owen chuckled and kissed your forehead, knowing that deep down inside, you secretly loved it. He'll just have to rub it in later in front of the family.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it love?" he said as he started placing the laverbread into a container to bring to the family. You sighed in defeat and said, "No, I guess it wasn't. But don't squeeze my ass like that if you want me to eat something for you."
Owen grew a rather mischievous smirk and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him and whispering, "No promises love."
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You, fellow reader, can take the ending however your mind wants to take it.
Anyways, this is for 's Cultural Food Contest! I chose one of my family's native dishes: Laverbread [link] mmmm~
Now the reason as to why I used this...well, there are many. But mainly, during Thanksgiving my great grandmother (who was born and raised in England) would make the most disgusting-looking dish and not many would eat it. But one year (the year before she died) I tried it and my mind was pretty much blown. It was actually really good on a piece of toast and I instantly fell in love. It's a traditional Welsh recipe and honestly, it's eaten year-round but in my family, it was only eaten during Thanksgiving. That's what makes it special to me and that's why I wrote about it! C:
Okay, now some of you might be thinking, "Gee, what does Wales look like?" Well, never fear, I used the design that HurrHurrr used in her ask-the-UKbros tumblr page.
[link] (that would be her design)
I do not own:
Wales - Owen (design by HurrHurrr) APH
France - Francis (mentioned earlier) APH
or you!
Anyways, this is for 's Cultural Food Contest! I chose one of my family's native dishes: Laverbread [link] mmmm~
Now the reason as to why I used this...well, there are many. But mainly, during Thanksgiving my great grandmother (who was born and raised in England) would make the most disgusting-looking dish and not many would eat it. But one year (the year before she died) I tried it and my mind was pretty much blown. It was actually really good on a piece of toast and I instantly fell in love. It's a traditional Welsh recipe and honestly, it's eaten year-round but in my family, it was only eaten during Thanksgiving. That's what makes it special to me and that's why I wrote about it! C:
Okay, now some of you might be thinking, "Gee, what does Wales look like?" Well, never fear, I used the design that HurrHurrr used in her ask-the-UKbros tumblr page.
[link] (that would be her design)
I do not own:
Wales - Owen (design by HurrHurrr) APH
France - Francis (mentioned earlier) APH
or you!
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I'm half welsh on my mum side and her original surname was Owen so well done one the name!