#3. we order food there pretty often so the people there are in the acquaintances category

[liebelesbe]

parents trying to pressure me into a phone call hrrgs

[hiraya-rawr]

When you're on your period

synopsis !! them on your blood week

note 01 !! writing this half drunk? ish will edits later

note 02 !! I tried editing it a bit but turns out, half drunk me can actually write pretty well!

characters !! diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, thoma

cw !! stereotypical period talk, afab reader

Diluc

Despite growing up in an all male household, I'm pretty sure Adeline and the other maids force fed him all he needed to know about how to treat a lady right on her period.

Not to be stereotypical, but he knows better than to be a spoiled brat around his childhood nannies when they were on their red weeks. That would've earned him an ear pinch and Crepus would've sided with the maids as well.

At least their efforts paid in full. Now they have the perfect gentleman and ideal bachelor for a master, except that he's a little antisocial...

Luckily, he somehow got you! Now he's in the early stages of your relationship and you're experiencing a particularly terrible period day.

We all know he's a walking heater. Just grab his big hand and place it over your abdomen! Voila! A heating pad.

It would be cute if you do it randomly too, like out in the day or in the tavern when your cramps hit and you just need a hot compress. He'll get a little flustered and confused until he realizes 'oh. i should activate my pyro.'

"Can I... take my hand back now? I have a bartending shift..."

"No."

Overall, man is happy to be a pyro allogene if it proves to be useful for you. Pyro can be so destructive, but for you to seek its comfort is so <3

On the occasion that he is clueless, though, he'd rush to Adeline for some advice, only to be crowded around by maids bombarding him with information on how to treat you.

Just imagine Diluc sitting in the kitchen surrounded by young maids and he's trying to mentally list everything but archons, they're lowkey intimidating him like a kid cornered by bullies — what are pad sizes and how is he supposed to know whether you need cold food or hot food?

Couldn't decide on a chocolate you like so he buys off two of every flavor.

Same goes with every other craving you have. If you so look at something, he buys it to appease you.

Kaeya

Like Diluc, he grew up being taught by the maids but as an adult, he has a more hands-on experience with people on their red days.

Most of his acquaintances in the knights order are women after all; Jean, Lisa, Amber, Eula... He's learned to help them through their bad days, even filling in their roles when the cramps get too much!

Despite that, I think his most reliable rule when dealing with periods would be to let you rest. Maybe because it's what he tells the knights under him whenever they ask to be excused.

"Oh? Dysmenorrhea? Head to the infirmary for some rest, you're excused for the day."

He'll buy you take out after a long day though! It'll be your favorite too.

He also likes slipping in bed to cuddle, hands gentle massaging any sore muscles with a gentle cool temperature.

If you're experiencing mood swings, he's the type to go along with you.

Oh? You're crying because... the cake he brought you is too cute? Alright... Kaeya understands. He nods along and agrees with you.

Childe

To my knowledge, he's the middle child with two sisters so he definitely knows what he's doing. Although he isn't home as often, his mama taught him well!

Like Kaeya, he probably also has his fair share of agents excusing themselves over their period or cramps.

Unlike Kaeya though, he doesn't rely on "go and rest" as the ultimatum. Childe treats you more like a child on your period, coddling uou and making sure you can handle yourself.

You have to reassure him that you're not exactly a sick kid 🤨 like... you can feed yourself. it's fine.

Probably tries to entertain you, "You can play with this toy while waiting for dinner. Or would you like to read a book instead?"

"Childe... I'm on my period, not regressing."

Childe would be the type to cook a great meal from scratch, most of it being sick people food like chicken soup (again, treating you like a little sibling).

Just allow yourself to be coddled like a child, being a big brother figure is his expertise I guess.

Zhongli

Honestly one of the best in dealing with you on your period. From your mood swings to your cramps, he's got it all covered.

Uses his excellent memory to predict your next period better than you can. Sometimes, you get surprised he's showing up with chocolates or a hot meal not knowing it's almost your period already.

Knows all the best tea and can personally make dysmenorrhea medicine from scratch. He has this little herb garden for you too!

He's amazing but modern period practices are kind of lost on him. Please, Liyue has come so far when it comes to personal care, back then, people used clean rags.

There are pad sizes and weights now? Cottony soft? Wings? Dry pads? Disposables? He's a little worried and tries to choose the safest option to his best knowledge.

Probably asks the store clerk or a nearby lady just to be sure he's got the right one for you.

Period shopping isn't his forte, but once he's got the grasp of it, expect him to show up every start of your period with everything you need! (paid by someone else, of course)

He has the tendency to treat you like a sick child as well. Maybe because of how fragile and weak mortals seem to him.

Thoma

He's an amazing housekeeper and caretaker, but he probably doesn't have a lot of personal experience dealing with periods.

I can imagine him learning to deal with Ayaka's red days first. There are usually maids for that, but sometimes the responsibility falls on him as a dear friend!

Back then, Thoma wasn't as aware but when people started welcoming him more as a foreigner, I can definitely see the other houseworkers talking kitchen gossip with him about their periods. He's just so polite and understanding about the topic, their gossip turns to advice giving when he genuinely asks for tips!

Like Diluc, he's your portable hot compress. Just grab his hand on a particularly bad day to feel warmth!

Also like Diluc, he gets crowded by the housewives and young maids telling him everything he needs to know if he ever asks for help.

Rather than caring for you though, I think he just continues to act like a house maid.

Especially if he's in your house; he'll cook and clean for you even though you're reminding him that it's just a bad cramp day.

Thoma cooks for you. I think this one's obvious.

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as someone who gets rly bad cramps, I may or may not make a more comprehensive fic about them caring for particularly bad dysmenorrhea

[waiting-on-a-dream]

🍇🥃🍾 for all of your new children, if that's okay!

I wrote so much for ocs that aren't even a day old... The read more cut was needed. ��

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Iris - She doesn't have a lot of people she would consider friends, most of the people she talks to are acquaintances.

So when someone wins the friend achievement, she's more chaotic (causing explosions with them, dragging them into sneaking out during curfew), and more expressive with her negative emotions (like whining about how boring class was instead of making a passing comment). She also tries to introduce her more introverted friends to people she thinks they might vibe with, and genuinely tries to cheer her friend up when they're sad.

She's the social butterfly in the group dynamic, cheerleader vibes and everything. Also! When she's in a friend group, she stays in it.

Violet - Who would want to be friends with her? That narrows down a lot of friends potentials, and it also doesn't help that she refuses to admit when she's gotten attached to someone. They're just a classmate/clubmate/whatever she says.

It's actually not that hard to win her friend achievement! Just hang out with her a bit, compliment her a few times and boom, she would kill for you. Only severe betrayal and death can break her bond with a friend she makes.

She's the type to help her friends in any way she knows how to. Struggling in studies? She'll come over to your room and teach you how to do your homework! Feeling down? She does not know how to talk nicely to save her life, but she does know hugs and comfort food!!

She could be counted as a mom friend? She often hounds people into behaving, studying, taking care of themselves and whatnot.

Bonus: She makes a special seashell necklace for every important person in her life, friends included.

Slyvan - He's friendly with everyone, but it'll take more time to truly be considered a friend.

He doesn't act that different from how he would treat everyone actually. He's the type to patch his friends up without a word, simply a loving smile. He'd spend more time with them, and maybe gift them some jewelry?

He would be a mixture of the quiet friend and mom friend. He's really gentle and caring, though soft-spoken.

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

Iris ~

Show: I think she'd really be into fashion shows. Project runway? Book: She'd be into the fantasy genre! And a few romance books here and there. Band: Why don't we Social media platform: Instagram ✨

Violet ~

Show: Educational ones like National geographic. And some crime shows sprinkled in. I think she'd like Law and Order. Book: I...She'd...read autobiographies. As inspiration. She also reads history books. Band: I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW SHE'D LIKE KPOP? WHY CAN'T I GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD??? Her favourite band is TWICE. Help me. Social media platform: Twitter

Slyvan ~

Show: He'd watch anything as long as it has good reviews honestly. He likes cooking shows the most though. Not Masterchef, the calm baking shows. Book: He'd like comedy romances. Fun banter between characters always cheers him up after a long day. Band: Some underrated band with a unique feel to their music. Social media platform: Pinterest maybe? He doesn't want to post anything, just look at pretty pictures and baking recipes.

🍾: Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

Iris - She kinda does believe in it? But she doesn't think much of it. It's good luck, it's bad luck. Whatever. She has a little duck keychain a friend gave to her that she carries around in her pocket. That's her lucky charm <3 She rubs it with her thumb when she's nervous.

Violet - She says she doesn't believe it, but the thought of bad luck gets to her more than she likes. Iris gave her a pearl bracelet for 'good luck' when they were kids and she doesn't have the heart to stop wearing it.

Slyvan - He does believe in it! He's got little rituals here and there from his village that he does when he has the time. For example, throwing flower petals at his feet helps ward off nightmares for the night. He recommends said ritual to his friends 'cause it's quick and easy!

[jojoboisimagines]

Johnny Joestar x Reader :: Wait for It :: Chapter 5

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Summary: Gyro is hospitalized, and now Johnny has no one to turn to. That is, until a former female rider shows him a little compassion.

A/N: I’m sorry but Johnny being a teasing lil shiz gives me life-

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The orders had been set on the table, now you and Johnny had something else to focus on rather than the previous embarrassing subject. You see him bowing his head and muttering something before digging in. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he catches at the corner of his eye.

“What?” He asks, not sounding as offended as you thought he’d be.

Words failed you at the moment, you didn't even think he would have noticed to begin with. 

“I didn’t think...you were religious?” 

He scoffs, even with a little smile spread across his face. The irony of that statement isn’t lost on him. He is looking for the Holy Corpse parts after all. For obvious reasons, he wouldn’t let you know this, but it was a funny inside joke for him.

“Guess I don’t seem like that, huh?”

“It wasn’t meant to be offensive, I just--” “Nah its okay, I didn’t take it with a grain of salt or anything.” He cut you off, resuming eating his food. What kind of guy even is this, you thought. The two of you ate in silence for about 30 minutes. You had finished your meal, while the jockey was taking his time.

“You’re a pretty slow eater.”

“It’s called savoring. When you’ve tasted dirt from lying on the ground for weeks, you don’t take meals like this for granted. Besides, this tastes...like home.”

The home Johnny was referring to wasn’t his family household, of course not. There was only suffering back there. The ‘home’ he was talking about, was the familiarity of being famous, constantly traveling to fancy places, being able to freely ride his horse and walk around doing whatever he wanted, when he wanted. At least then he was sneered at for being a jerk and not over something he couldn’t control. It was only 2 years ago that was his life, but it might as well have been 20 for as much as he’s longed for it back. 

“Johnny.”

Your voice sparked a flicker of life in his eyes again, realizing his head had been tilted downwards towards the plate of food that hadn’t been touched in about 3 minutes. Looking up at you, he muttered a ‘hm?’

“So...your Italian friend. What's the deal with him, if you don’t mind me asking.” You hoped it wasn’t a hard-hitting question that would make him upset, you were just curious.

The ex-jockey wasn’t sure how to answer that question. You hadn’t noticed his bullets earlier, so he was inclined to believe you weren’t a stand user. Finally someone he wouldn’t have to worry about, but that would make Gyro’s situation all the harder to explain. The only way he wouldn’t sound insane is to keep it as vague as possible.

“A couple of robbers ganged up on him, kinda similar to how they were about to get you earlier.” His fork toyed with his food.

“Ah. I guess this city isn’t so friendly.” You remarked, to which Johnny agreed with a nod. “I hope he makes it out alright. Are you really...gonna let this jeopardize your standing in the race though?”

“I’m not leaving without Gyro.” He replied, all too quickly. In almost a snapping manner, even. That was all you would say on the subject.

“I see..What made you pick up horse riding again though?”

“What’s with all the questions? I just agreed to make you a better horse rider, not some two-for-one deal where you’d force yourself to be friends with me.” Johnny retorted. 

You felt slightly offended. ‘Force’? Was he implying you were being fake with him?

“I’m not forcing myself to. Didn’t you get that I pretty much hated you before? I see that it was pretty childish now that you’ve shown me my weaknesses in riding.” You let out a sigh before continuing. “Listen, you’re a lot easier to talk to than i thought you’d be, and well, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if we could be acquaintances.”

 You had to swallow your pride to admit that to his face, but it was the truth, and he deserved to hear it since he had taken a chance on you.

His expression was..different from any you had seen before. His eyes were slightly widened, he finally took his hand off of his cheek. The man seemed a bit desperate and hopeful even, just from hearing that.

“...(Y/n), I--”

“Is that Johnny Joestar?” A girl clearly yelled from across the restaurant. As you turned your head, she was already bolting for your table. She looked young, maybe 14 or 16, with messy blonde pigtails and a red frilly dress. Her eyes were filled with stars just by getting a closer look at the ex-jockey.

“Oh my god its so exciting to meet you! You’re in third place in the Steel Ball Run right? Your face is all in the newspaper with those other guys! Keep this between us but, I’ve always thought you were the hottest one!” She burst into muffled giggles, her hand bashfully covering her mouth.

Johnny kept nodding as she went on and on, at some point he lost track of what she was even saying. It had been a while since he ran into an eccentric fangirl like this, he almost forgot how annoying they could be. 

The girl pulled out a pen from her bra, causing both you and Johnny to raise an eyebrow. She put it in his hand and bent down to hold her face uncomfortably close to his. A painted fingernail tapped on her right cheek.

“Could you sign my cheek? Pretty pleeaasee!” She fluttered her eyebrows. It was enough to make you sick.

The man sighed, agreeing to do it. He put a thumb under her chin to hold her face still in order to sign it. You didn’t know why, but you felt this strange twinge in your chest as he held her cheek while the girl was smiling, clearly well pleased with the situation. He eventually lets her go when he finishes signing, putting on a fake smile before telling her to shoo in a ‘gentle’ way. She happily skips away, showing her friends who were also possible fanatics.

There was the usual bout of silence at the table before he spoke up again.

“No, this doesn’t happen often. That’s the first time anyone’s ever asked for an autograph throughout this whole race.”

You replied with nothing other than a quiet ‘oh..’. After that, he goes back to eating his food (which he didn't really want anymore, but the check was too big for him to let it go to waste). He sneaks a couple of looks at you while you waited for him to finish. Your attention is finally caught when he points his fork at you.

“Stop doin’ that.”

You blink. “Doing what?”

“Mean-muggin’ me.”

The phrasing made you scoff, but brought a smile to your face for a second. “How’d I do that?”

“You’ve been given’ me snake eyes ever since that chick walked away.”

“Are you implying that I’m jealous or something? I could care less.” You crossed your arms.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

You grip your sleeves at the nicknames again. When’d he even pick that up?

“...”

“Jeez, you’re gonna need more of a backbone. Not like I’m gonna tear you down or anything, but getting offended at somethin’ like that is kinda just….really?”

A growl is let out under your breath. 

“With that attitude I’d assume you’re a fan too. Thought you hated me?”

Oh boy he was testing you right now. You stood up from your chair in anger, before catching something else at the corner of your eye. The girl from before was talking to a tall man in black clothes. The man had turned in you and Johnny’s direction, with a murderous expression. He pushed the girl aside, eyes red hot with fury while trudging over to the table. 

“Hey!” He barked. Sweat was starting to build at the corner of your face.

“Johnny, we should get out of here.” The ex-jockey didn’t even notice the man coming over before you alerted him. As he looked to his side, it was already too late. His neck was caught in the man’s grasp, being harshly pulled from his seat into the air.

“Who said you could talk to my girlfriend you bastard?!” The spit was visible as it got onto Johnny’s face, his eyes tightly squinted.

This was bad. You had left your gun on the satchel of your horse. You cursed, needing to think fast about what your course of action should be. Could you please go a few hours without being attacked in the past two days?

Your mentor was clawing at the man’s rough hands, the color swiftly leaving his face. Your fists clenched, no one else was trying to stop the fight, only useless screams and people running out of the building. There was no other option but to trust your instincts.

Taking a few steps back to prepare yourself and earn momentum, you rushed forward and thrashed your body against the attacker’s to save Johnny.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Keith Max Card story ‘‘Let’s cooking!’‘

Translation of Keith Max’ 3* “Help! Cooking Hero” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Keith: ………

Keith: (Hmm… Would it be better to put in some more pepper?)

Keith: (Feels like my tongue’s all bugged out from constantly tasting Will’s cooking….)

Keith: (The recoil from eating sweets is strangely making me want something spicy)

Junior: Wha!? K-Keith is cooking!?

Keith: Oooh, the noisy one came back eh

Dino: Come to think of it you did say you’re helping out with an collaboration for an acquaintances restaurant

Keith: Wasn’t planning to be cooking at all, but the manager was persistent about wanting to offer a hero’s cooking to the public…. 

Keith: I ended up succumbing but only for the first opening day. I gotta make pasta now, it’s annoying but I’m practicing it

Dino: Keith’s home cooking huh. How nostalgic~

Junior: Hm? If you’re saying it’s nostalgic, does that mean he could cook to begin with?

Dino: Yeah. Back at the Academy, he’d often cook for me and Brad

Keith: Don’t say that as if I was doing it out of my own will~ Ya kept whining all ‘’make it, make it!’’ y'know…

Dino: I mean, your cooking is super delicious

Junior: EH!? He can’t only cook but it’s delicious too!?

Dino: That’s right. And like, he can make about anything from the menu. If you asked him, he’d make Italian or Chinese food 

Dino: Though, the only thing he wouldn’t cook was Japanese food because he thinks it’s a bother, much to Brad’s disappointment

Keith: He thought so?

Junior: ….Didn’t expect that Keith would be good at cooking

Dino: Is this the first time you’re seeing him cook?

Junior: Yeah. I’ve only seen him drink, get drunk and stumble around

Junior: Is it really delicious…..?

Dino: It seriously is! I guarantee it

Dino: Say say, Keith. Can’t we have a taste from that pasta?

Dino: Junior you want to have some too right, to see what Keith’s cooking is like? 

Junior: …..If you’re saying it’s good, I wouldn’t mind

Dino: Look, Junior is begging to eat it, so!

Junior: Wh…..! That I’m begging-

Keith: Aah? This, is my dinner though…..

Dino: Just one bite is fine! C’mon, Keith….. please!

Keith: ….Haah, I’ll give in. I’ll also make some for you two

Dino: Yay! If you’re making extras make one for Faith too

Keith: So that tallies up to 4 portions total… Oi, you two help out 

Junior: If it’s washing dishes I can do it

Dino: My forte is making pizza, so generally speaking l'm able to lend out a hand....

Keith: Then, Junior will clean stuff like used pots and dishes, and Dino will prepare the extra veggies

--

Junior: Oi, Dino. I washed the dishes over here, use this instead of taking a new one

Dino: Roger~ You’re pretty skilled 

Junior: Only at washing dishes. Learned how to do it from this part-time job I had at a diner

Junior: Keith. Is it okay that I arranged the plates here? 

Keith: Yeah, leave ‘em there

Dino: Junior, Keith. Look look, ta-daaaan!

Junior: …..A heart shaped carrot? 

Keith: Was thinking what you were quietly busy with but, that’s what ya were making?

Dino: Love and peace… right☆

Dino: To think that this heart shaped cutter I bought via mail order would come in handy here

Keith: So you bought another pointless thing...

Dino: It’s not pointless. It’s useful, right?

Junior: ...Dino, you look like you’re having fun

Dino: Yep♪ Eating tasty food no doubt makes me happy but, the time spent cooking like this is really fun too and I love it

Keith: T’is a bother for me

Dino: Really? You don’t think it’s exciting to wonder like, ‘’I wonder if I can make it tasty~’’ or ‘’I wonder what the people eating it will say~’’ or so.

Dino: Besides, making it on your own is fun but, making it together with everyone like this is exciting, makes it even more fun

Dino: Feels like the ultimate love and peace, doesn’t it?

Junior: Well, guess so… it’s surprisingly not bad

Keith: Aaah, so at last Junior became a love and peace believer too….

Junior: Am not a believer! I just kinda get what he said right now

Faith: ‘m back

Faith: ….Uh, what’s everyone standing in the kitchen for?

Dino: Welcome back, Faith. C’mon, hurry up and wash your hands!

Faith: Eeh…. this kinda looks like a bother. Is it fine if I go out again?

Keith: Listen to him and join in~

Junior: Keith’s letting us eat his homemade cooking. You shitty DJ help out with something too

Faith: Aaah uh…. If anything, I wish I came back when everything was already done

Keith: Nah, don’t think you’ll be the only one let off the hook now?

Dino: Right right, everyone let’s cooking….. ☆

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Bulgogi Icecream

So, for those who are not Korean and want to steal this recipe and for the people who want to take credit for it: I am not your invisible unnamed PoC friend that you happen to know and have stolen the recipe from, yet somehow managed to sell this FREE recipe to a website. If you do that, after my working on this recipe for literal months of gathering resources, reading up, etc, then I’ll be very upset at you. We are not friends, then are we? If you are white, you stole from a PoC, then double the shame, you imperialist. Stop stealing PoC recipes and claiming that you are friends and then making the recipe as white as possible. If you don’t know that, you definitely aren’t my friend and aren’t listening to my wishes, which makes you culturally appropriating. And before you say it, the origin of Ice cream is not from white Europe. I had the idea in 2019, but managed to complete the development in 2020, after a lot of failure. I’d been thinking about pioneering this recipe long before then, but lacked the finances to do so.

People stole my recipes before... so let’s see if they want to attempt it again. (Yes, Copyright does not protect recipes, but it doesn’t make you less of a donkey for doing so and then claiming it’s an invisible friend that gave you the recipe. No. It’s here. Link it and have respect for recipe development.).

But WHY?

I saw a recipe years back on kimchi ice cream, and I was super curious if it could be done with other Korean foods. I made jokes about Bulgogi Ice cream, but didn’t have the time or money to actually make it. I pioneered this recipe, because I found out there was kimchi ice cream, green tea ice cream, Philli Cheese Steak Ice Cream, garlic Ice Cream, honey ice cream, sesame seed ice cream, soy sauce ice cream, green onion ice cream, ginger ice cream, onion ice cream, but not a single soul had thought of Bulgogi Ice Cream. I checked in hangeul and in English. And well, me who has an ice cream maker and made Triple Yuzu Gooseberry Liquor Yogurt Cheese Ice Cream had to try and see if it was possible. It tastes excellent.

I’ve watched enough cooking shows and read cooking books, read up on food science enough shows to sink a ship, so I knew the basics in order to get it to work. But I did fail the first 3 times. (Which because of my finances took a month between before I could attempt again.)

Words of caution

This ice cream might take longer to congeal than “normal” ice cream. Do not mess with the salt ratios, except to cut them down.

History of Bulgogi

Bulgogi, for those that don't know is a Mongolian-imported and Korean-adapted dish. It technically isn't "true" Korean food, but one that most likely came during the Goryeo period. It is marinaded meat, mostly beef and comes with samgyeopsal, or Korean BBQ, also a Mongolian Import.

There are other types of bulgogi as well, which include pork and chicken, but the composition of those is different from the one with beef and would need a separate recipe.

Recipe Development

I tried the first time going wholesale and pouring the whole of the bulgogi in, but the soy sauce failed to let it set. There was too much salt. But one should not give up when they have a recipe in mind, so knowing some food science, I tried stab two, which was to deconstruct the bulgogi, take out the soy sauce (mostly) and reconstruct it again in the ice cream. This worked better, but it still was more of a slurry and failed to set properly. The third try, I reduced the egg yolk by one (since egg yolks influence freezing),  and added mejukaru to try to make up for the lack of soy flavor and reduced the soy sauce again.

The reason I used Spencer beef versus other types of meats is because it has a nice chew, less gristle and nice marbling. One can use something else, but there is something satisfying about chewing the ice cream. An acquaintance of mine was pretty insistent that it have a swirl, so I thought that up too.

Soy milk and rice milk ice cream base can be used instead, as necessary.

Mejukaru Meju is a block used normally to make soy sauce and is prefermented. Meju karu is the powder made from the fermented block. It can be found in most korean grocery stores. It will give a milder flavor of soy sauce without the hazard of excess salt softening the ice cream. It is optional since some people don't like the taste of soy and some people are allergic to soy.

One caution I have is to not go overboard with the soy sauce. The leftover marinade once thoroughly cooked can be used for other meats like pork, chicken, beef again, and to season tofu. The emphasis here is to make sure you cook the sauce thoroughly. I made the mistake of putting the sauce into the ice cream and it failed to set. Do not repeat my mistake, thinking it's a waste.

On Soy allergies

This is not medical advice, seek a real medical professional: Most soy sauce does not cause soy allergies since most of the soy breaks down, but if you need to sub the soy sauce, I would consider something like a mild fish sauce, which has a similar flavor profile. (same proportion). The other option is to make soyless soy sauce from scratch, but that’s unlikely.

On having Crohn's Disease: There are soy sauces without gluten in them. I make my own soy sauce and often cut out the wheat. It can be done. You can sub for 2 tsps 100% soybean powder, but the meat might not be as tender.

Bulgogi Ice Cream

Ingredients: 1/2 package of Beef, sliced spencer cut into 1/4 inch squares

Bulgogi Sauce Ingredients: 2 tbsps cup sesame seed oil 2 tbsp Soy sauce 1 head of garlic minced. 1 thumb of ginger, minced. 2 tablespoons honey 2-3 tbspoons sesame seeds

Ice cream ingredients: 3 egg yolks 1/2 cup granulated sugar 1 cup whole milk 2 cups heavy cream 2 teaspoons vanilla extract or vanilla bean paste

Ice cream Flavorants:

1 tbsp honey 1-2 clove garlic, ground 1 thumb fresh ginger peeled and ground 1 tbsp toasted and ground sesame seeds 1 tbsp toasted sesame seeds. 2 scallions, blanched (They can also be skillet fried in sesame seed oil--no soy sauce if you prefer to caramelize them) (2 tbsps mejukaru)

Optional Swirl Ingredients:

3 tbsp honey 1 clove garlic, finely minced 1/2 thumb ginger 2 tbsp toasted and ground sesame seeds 2 tbsps heavy cream

Make the Bulgogi: Combine the sauce ingredients: sesame seed oil, soy sauce, garlic, ginger, honey, sesame seeds. Stir it together. Add the cut up beef. Marinate for at least 1 hour. Cook the beef and sauce. (Sauce once cooked can be used for other things) Strain the beef. Put in freezer.

Make the Ice cream custard: - Add egg yolks and sugar to a medium saucepan and whisk until light yellow color and well-combined. In another small saucepan, heat milk until it begins to simmer. Gradually add milk to egg and sugar mixture, stirring constantly. Heat mixture until it reaches 165, but do not allow to go to a boil. As soon as it reaches the correct heat, remove and add vanilla. Combine with the ice cream ingredients and bulgogi. Refrigerate for an hour. Pour into ice cream mixture. As the mixture is combining in your ice cream maker add the heavy cream. The ice cream might take longer to set if you do not have an electrical machine with a auto freezing mechanism, so put into the freezer and check on it every few hours and stir.

If you want a swirl:

Combine the swirl ingredients, as the ice cream congeals pour last.

Notes: DO NOT add too much soy sauce, the ice cream will fail to set. Sesame seeds melt plastic in the microwave. If you want to toast them do it in 30 second bursts in a non-plastic container. And yes, microwave safe plastic will also melt.

2 Recipes for the leftover Bulgogi sauce:

Combine leftover egg whites and leftover bulgogi sauce together with a whisk. You can eat this OR

combine with meat of choice, coat with panko and deep fry.

It also can be made into more bulgogi and then the bulgogi and sauce made into japchae.

[sunshinejihyun]

You’re Freaking Out || Jumin Han

Summary: A rich corporate heir can’t find the time to date so he hires a senior in college to be his fake girlfriend

Word Count: 3.7K

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Opening your email, your eyes widened as you saw an email address that you hadn’t seen in over five years: hanjumin@crinternarional.com. Clicking on the email, your eyes started welling up with tears as you thought of the first day you had met Jumin Han.

You leaned against the bar, taking a sip of your shirley temple before leaning over to the tall, dark haired man dressed in a three piece suit next to you. Brushing your hand over his shoulder, the guy turned to you with a hesitant look in his eyes. “What are you doing hanging over here by the bar, all by yourself?” Your hand was now resting on his shoulder and his right hand on your waist. “Everyone’s staring at you, you could get anyone you want in this place if you were on the dance floor.”

“I’m here on official business: be the designated driver for my two idiot friends who are currently,” he gestured to the dance floor and there you saw a crowd surrounding two boys, one with bright red hair and one with blond hair, who were holding a small dance competition. “Acting like idiots.” You both giggled and you took that time to study the man. His smile was small but when he laughed his cheeks flushed. He was good looking but it was obvious he didn’t know it. “I’m Jumin, by the way.”

“MC.” You replied, staring at your new acquaintance just a little too long, making Jumin clear his throat awkwardly and scratch the back of his neck. “So, uh, Jumin. What do you do?”

It was a simple question, but when you asked, Jumin’s heart started racing. There was something different about you than other people. He wasn’t sure if it was because your gaze lingered on him longer than others–most people were intimidated by him–or if it was because you were at a bar on a Saturday night but instead of being out on the dance floor with a glass of whiskey, you were sitting at the bar drinking a shirley temple.

“I’m the director of C&R actually,” the man responded, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “What about you?”

“I’m a senior in college,” Jumin’s head whipped towards you and you rolled your eyes, sure of what was going to be his follow up question. “Don’t worry, I’m 23. Wanna check my ID?”

Jumin laughed and you found yourself wishing you could hear that sound again. “I’m good, thanks. Where do you go to college?”

“Oh, you know, around here.” You replied, giggling to yourself as you took another sip of your shirley temple.

“Okay, smartass.” Jumin’s head whipped towards the dance floor when he heard a scream and when you looked over as well, you had to bite your lip to stop the smile forming on your face. There, in the middle of the dance floor, was one of Jumin’s friends dancing butt naked and the other one was standing off to the side, obviously encouraging it. “Listen, I should probably drag their asses back to their house before they do something else they regret, but I’d love to see you sometime. Do you think I could get your number?”

“How do I know that if I give you my number, you’ll actually text or call? This could just be something you want to say to be nice and not hurt my feelings.” You replied, pulling your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, holding up your phone number for Jumin to see.

After typing the number in his phone, Jumin stood up straighter and adjusted the dress jacket he was wearing. Looking you in the eyes, he winked with a slow smile. “Believe me when I say this,” he brought your hand up to his lips, gently brushing then against the top of your warm hand, and taking pride in seeing your cheeks coloring a dark red. “I’ll call.”

-

Two days later, you were sitting in an almost empty library at 00:45 working on math homework when your phone started to ring. Picking it up, you noticed it was a number with an area code near here but a number you didn’t recognize. “Hello?”

“Good, you’re awake.” The voice was soft and the man sounded tired. Your lips quirked up in a smile when you realized that it was Jumin on the other end. “I called you when I got out of work without thinking of the time.”

“I’m gonna be awake for a few more hours, I have homework to finish.” You replied, turning part of your attention back to the math problem you were trying to work through. “You wouldn’t happen to be good with pre-calc, would you?”

Jumin laughed on the other end. This laugh was low, almost like he had been talking too much today and now just wanted to let whatever else he had to say out of his body. “I mean, I took it. I can try to help you, on one condition.”

You bit the eraser of your pencil, a wide smile taking over your face. “And what’s that?”

Jumin cleared his throat and you heard rustling on the other end before his voice came back. “Meet me for coffee. I’ll send you the address.”

He clicked off of the call and you quickly packed up your stuff, heading out the door of the library and making your way to the coffee shop Jumin had selected: an all night cafe that was only a block away from your campus. Walking in the door, you immediately saw Jumin and your heart fluttered. Instead of being dressed nicely like the last time you saw him, this time he was wearing a simple long sleeve shirt and jeans, a baseball cap on his head covering what you can only presume to be messy hair.

“You know, I’ve heard coffee at 1 in the morning isn’t very good for you.” You smirked, leaning on the table that Jumin was sitting at. He looked up, a small smile crossing his face, the same smile that he had already given you multiple times, and he stood up, pulling out a chair for you to sit down.

“Well, you’re here. That’s gotta prove something. Maybe that you like doing things that are bad for you.” He remarked, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “What’s your coffee order?”

“Vanilla latte with coconut milk please. Extra sugar.” You made yourself busy by pulling out your phone, texting your roommate, where you were and if you didn’t come home by 3:30 to come looking for you.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Jumin set your coffee on the table and you smiled gratefully at him. “There is a reason I asked you here today.”

You laughed quietly and took a sip of your coffee. “You don’t sugar coat it, do you?” Jumin was still looking at you intently, his grey eyes seeming like they could pierce your soul, and you sighed. “What is it?”

“You’re gonna think this is crazy and maybe it is but,” he sighed, looking into his cup of black coffee and you smiled softly at him, trying to encourage him. “What would you think about coming with me to a party sometime?” You stared at Jumin, your mouth hanging open for a moment before covering your mouth, a giggle escaping as Jumin looked back at you, looking more nervous than before. “I mean, more than a party.” He took a deep breath, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “MC, I’d like to help you pay for college, so that you aren’t swimming in loans when you’re done this year. And the only condition for that is that I ask you to come to work parties and events with me and pretend that we’re dating. I’ll pay for outfits for you to wear, you won’t have to spend a cent on this.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jumin. “Why me? You could get anyone you want for free. Hell, you could get me for free. Why help me pay for college?”

Jumin bit his lip, taking rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. “I’m not good with relationships; work gets in the way too often. It’s hard to make dates. But, everyone at work wants me to settle down and my father is trying to arrange a marriage for me, so I figure that with this… arrangement, that you and I can both get what we need at the moment: someone who I can take out without any strings attached,” Jumin stopped and smiled sheepishly at you. “Besides the obvious one, of course. And, if you come with me to enough events, you’ll graduate with no dept.”

You sighed and pulled your hand away from Jumin, looking at him intently and noticing the way he was biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know about this,” you replied honestly and you saw his chest fall slightly. “What happens when I graduate and don’t need money?”

Jumin released his cheek and he cleared his throat. “Well if you wish, after you’re graduated, you could continue to join me as my dates at events. I would just pay you through paypal. Every time you come to an event, $800 get slipped into your account at the end of the night. That with a new outfit is easily $1,000 every time you come with me for a few hours.”

You laughed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “This is all crazy.”

Jumin looked at you and smiled, his eyes crinkling as he made eye contact with you. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ with that statement.”

“But, I gotta say, Jumin. You make it pretty hard for someone to say no. Pampering them with new outfits and promising that they will graduate with no debt AND getting to spend a night on the arm of a really attractive guy? Count me in.”

Jumin’s eyes widened and you grinned at him as the realization of what you just agreed to dawned on him. “I promise you, you won’t regret this.”

The promise he made was good at first, he pampered you like  a princess and made you feel like one too.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Jumin asked, his hand brushing yours lightly as you handed him the bag containing a dress that he had bought you for your first outing as a ‘couple’. “I would usually just have ordered a dress for you from my tailor but I wanted you to pick one out that you’d be comfortable in.”

“Honestly, I’m a little nervous,” you admitted and he shot you a reassuring smile and pointed towards the food court.

“You hungry?” when you shook your head no, you and he continued on your way out of the mall. “You have nothing to be nervous about, MC. I’ll be there the entire time and all you have to do is smile and nod and try not to say anything too embarrassing about me.”

“So you wouldn’t like it if I shared how we bonded over our shared love of the Sherlock Holmes TV show?”

As his driver started the car, Jumin sent you a look that you could tell was him warning you that he was not amused. “And while you’re at it, you should also share that I love to sing karaoke. You know, if you’re planning on airing some of my dirty secrets.”

You playfully gasped, and clutched his arm slightly as he pulled out his phone. “You do?? How come we haven’t sang karaoke together?”

“Maybe someday,” he replied as the car pulled into your driveway. “I trust I can leave you to get ready by yourself? I’ll be back in three hours.”

“Oh, whatever will I do without you in that time?” You teased as you stepped out of the car. “Seriously, I’ll make myself look professional but hot at the same time; you won’t be able to keep your eyes off of me.”

“You wish,” Jumin called out his window as he pulled off and you found yourself blushing as you watched him go. Maybe he was right, maybe you did wish Jumin wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.

-

“So where are we going?” You asked as you settled in the back seat of Jumin’s car for the second time in the same day.

“We’re having a company party at a bar to celebrate opening a new pharmaceutical branch.” Jumin responded, eyes glancing over your body. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you blushed and Jumin smiled lightly to himself as he saw your cheeks flush pink. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He didn’t respond, just watched as you fiddled with the radio and happily settled on a song he hadn’t heard since he was in high school, sitting in the back of his best friend, V’s, car and hiding out during lunch. After a moment of hearing you singing along to it, Jumin surprised you and himself by joining in with you and instead of either of you saying anything about it, you both continued to sing.

You weren’t a good singer, not by a long shot, and when Jumin started singing, you could tell that he wasn’t either, which made the whole thing so much better, especially since this was the most relaxed you’ve seen him since you met. His whole face lit up and he looked so carefree, not worrying about any paperwork he was supposed to be signing, or how you and he were going to pull off tricking his entire office tonight. He looked like he was supposed to: a 27 year old who wasn’t supposed to have worry lines covering his forehead yet.

“We’re here,” Jumin stated as the car rolled to a slow stop. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I can be,” you sighed out and Jumin gently grabbed your chin, facing you to him.

“You’re gonna be great,” he whispered and brushed his lips lightly over yours. “For good luck.”

You smiled back at him as you rubbed your thumb over your lower lip. “For good luck,”

Walking in to the bar, your heart was hammering in your chest. Jumin could tell and instead of saying anything, he opted to rub soothing circles over your hand with his thumb as he went through the motions of introducing you to all his friends from the firm.

“So Jumin, you doin’ karaoke tonight?” The redhead you saw the first time you met Jumin asked, nudging Jumin in his side and your date laughed as he made eye contact with you.

“Only if you can convince MC to do it with me. We had a pretty good jam session on our drive over here.”

You laughed as the boy looked at you with pleading eyes. “Jumin and I both sounded horrible, I think it would be a great travesty if you got either of us up on stage.”

Jumin rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand as some of his friends all but pushed him to the front, pulling you onto the stage as he stumbled up as well and you smiled as he whispered to the DJ what song you would be singing.

“Girl, you’re freaking out…”

-

Jumin’s promise that you wouldn’t regret agreeing to his arrangement lasted for a while, but a few months later and four parties later, all good things came to an end eventually and sadly, that included how good together you and Jumin were.

Kissing the top of your forehead, Jumin pulled you closer. Burrowing yourself further into his chest you smiled softly. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he replied, running his hand up and down your bare arm. “What are you in the mood for breakfast?”

“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment?” You asked, sitting up, pulling his grey duvet up and around your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Jumin sat up as well, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and you looked at his face, studying his features closely before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t think you should pay me anymore.” Jumin’s breath caught in his throat and you looked down at your lap.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want to see me again?” He asked, removing his arm from around you. “After the night we just had?” He gestured to both of your naked bodies and you bit your lip, trying not to smile.

“No, I’m saying I want to see you. Without being paid.” You took a deep sigh and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to be paid anymore because I’m in lov-”

“Don’t say that, MC. You don’t love me. You love this fancy lifestyle and the money I give you.” Jumin got up, collecting your clothes that were scattered on the floor. “I think it’d be best if you go for now.”

“What? Jumin, why-”

“Because I am in love with you, MC. And you’re not in love with me. So I don’t think that we should keep this arrangement anymore. This relationship would never work between us. You’d soon fall out of love with me when you actually got to know me.” Jumin pulled on some navy blue boxers and a light grey tee shirt as you dressed yourself in the outfit Jumin had bought for you the night before.

“That’s not true, Jumin. I do know you! I know that when you’re stressed, you bite the inside of your cheek. I know that you still keep in touch with your high school best friend, V, and that you guys are in a charity organization along with some other people you care for, even though you wouldn’t admit you do. I know-”

Jumin cut you off with a kiss and you moved to wrap your arms around him but he pulled away before you could. “Goodbye, (MC).”

Blinking back tears, you looked back at the email you had clicked open. It was an invitation to his 32nd birthday party, that night, at a new karaoke bar right down the street from the apartment you were renting with your friend Katherine.

“Hey, Kath. What do you say about going out to that karaoke bar tonight?”

-

Walking in the bar, you quickly made eye contact with Seven and he smiled widely making his way over to you. “MC! So nice of you to join us, haven’t seen you in quite a while.” You saw him give you a sad look and you know Jumin told everyone else what had transpired between  the two of  you. “You looking for Jumin?”

“Actually, I was hoping to surprise him, do you think you could help me?” You smiled at Seven as he nodded enthusiastically, continuing to nod as you filled him in on how you wanted to surprise Jumin. “He’s either gonna be super mad or swept off his feet, and I’m not sure which one I should plan for.”

“MC, take this from me: he still loves you way more than he should after five years.” He laughed and checked over his shoulder. “He still brings you up in conversation that’s just like ‘MC would love this’ talking about something stupid like a movie or song.”

“So you’ll help me?” You asked hopefully as you and Seven made your way to the DJ.

“If it means he’ll stop pining over you and just be in love with you, yes.” He laughed and you leaned into the DJ and told him what you wanted to do.

“Okay so we don’t normally do this, but can Jumin come on stage?” You watched from standing behind Seven, and trying to blend into the crowd as Jumin confusedly walked up.

He looked good, wearing the same suit you always saw him in. He looked more sad too though, almost like he was searching for something he knew wasn’t gonna be there.

As the opening chords to ‘Girl, You’re Freaking Out’ came on, Jumin laughed to himself, almost like this was a cruel joke being played on him before beginning to sing hesitantly. After he completed the first verse and intro, you stepped onto the stage from your hiding spot. “Boy, you’re freaking out,”

His head whipped to yours, a look of disbelief on his face as you continued to sing the song that you both had first sung five years ago and when you both sung “well, I’m all in” Jumin hesitantly held your hand in his own, smiling down at you as you squeezed his own.

After the song had ended, Jumin led you quietly outside and when you two were out of the hecticness of the bar, you two finally spoke. “I didn’t think you’d come,”

“I didn’t think I would either,” you admitted, laughing slightly. “But, then I thought back to the night we first met. And all our other firsts, and realized that what we had was too good just to throw away. Because Jumin, I still love you after all this time. You were wrong when you said I was in love with your lifestyle, because it was you, and always you.”

Jumin chuckled and kicked at an invisible rock. “I was so stupid that day. I panicked and instead of telling you that I wanted the same thing, I pushed you away because I was scared and then sat for five years thinking about how much of an idiot I was that day, because I still love you too. More than you could ever know.”

Standing in silence for a few moments, you cleared your throat. “I thought about texting, emailing, or calling you. So many times. But I was scared. Scared you wouldn’t answer, or scared you would and I would have no idea what to say.”

“I honestly didn’t even send out that invitation to the party,” Jumin admitted, brushing his hand softly against yours. “Jaehee did everything. She joked about inviting you but I didn’t think she was serious.”

Laughing, you and Jumin both wrapped your arms around each other and you both just stood holding each other on a cool October night, the bass of the music from the bar vibrating the sidewalk.

“I missed you,” you whispered and Jumin kissed your forehead before guiding your lips softly to his own.

“I missed you too.” He responded and as he held you, you felt the safest you had felt in years and you knew that this was right where you were meant to be.

[x0401x]

Jeweler Richard Fanbook: Mr. Jeffrey’s Elegant Life Counseling

Thank you for so many consultations. It was nearly impossible to contact Mr. Jeffrey as he is so busy, but we were able to deliver everyone’s consultations to him and received several replies, thus they have been published. May your worries be resolved!

Sleep hours are said to account for 1/3 of life. Please tell us about your particularities for aromas, beddings and such, as well as which ones we should choose in order to spend this 1/3 of our lives elegantly. (Bijou-san)

Bijou-san, greetings! My particularities about elegant beddings, huh. I fly around a lot due to work, so I often live in hotels. That’s exactly why I am a little particular about aromas. But it’s about their purposes rather than their smell: 1. For before work 2. For after work 3. For when I’m on off days I like being able to change my gears myself. Eh? You heard from an acquaintance of mine that I only have numbers 1 and 2? No way; I also have number 3, I just don’t have any time to use it at all. Well, adieu!

I have been keeping a loach for three years now, but have not named it yet. I think it is about time I do so, but what would be a good name? (Tsuyu-san)

Tsuyu-san and Nameless Loach-san, hello! I see, so you’ve had a loach for three years. Ah-ha-ha-ha! I think any name will do! Eh? What is it, Ricky? “Since we’re at it, just name it Jeffrey”? No way, I might get eaten in Yanagawa! Please choose anything but Jeffrey! I’m counting on you!

(T/N: Yanagawa is a city in Kyushu, known for its traditional loach stew.)

I am the type who fears failing and ends up staying in the same place, so what can I do to be as active as you, Jeffrey-san? (Sorasaki-san)

Sorasaki-san, hello! You seem to have a very high opinion of me, so thank you very much. But I am not at all an active person. I simply work like a Japanese dancing mouse because of my job, and I think all I do is sleep on my house’s sofa if I don’t have anything to do. Maybe you should change your mindset. How about taking the direction not of “wanting to be active”, but of wanting to look for something that you wish to do because you haven’t found it yet? Eh? You have things you want to do? That’s just perfect. All that’s left is for you to execute this desire, and then it will be the birth of a lovely and active Sorasaki-san. If you like that, do try it out. Well, adieu!

This is my first year as a respectable member of society. I earned myself the occupation I wanted, but all I do is mess up and I still cannot think of it as enjoyable. I am blessed with good seniors, so my feeling of guilt is strong in that regard. What can I do to be able to think of my job as fun? (Yoppi-san)

Yoppi-san, hello! Okay, this is sudden, but Jeffrey-onii-san has questions for the working people who are reading this. Is your work enjoyable? Are you positively doing your best? Is there nothing at all that you just can’t see as fun? Hm, feels like I can hear the responses going, “as if” beyond the walls of this dimension. I think one year after you start working is still a period where there are many things you’re not yet used to, and I myself also did stuff that had me feeling sorry at the time. Nowadays, I find myself recalling these feelings as unripe and nostalgic, but there’s just no helping any of it in your first shot.

That’s okay; you will grow used to it soon enough. Might not be BCG, but it’s a road that everyone goes down. If it’s still hard, then go hang out with a friend around the same age as you who you get along with and wash away your irritation! I think trying to force yourself to have fun is a pain, so for now, how about you try to make enduring reality into your main task? Wow, I feel like this has turned out as a very decent reply that isn’t like me at all! May you grow into a wonderful professional. Adieu!

I am a college student, but my image of working is too negative and I am very distressed about finding a job. How can I have hope and work while my future is uncertain? (Misaki-san)

Misaki-san, hello! In this day and age, having hope towards working is very hard, isn’t it? Even I don’t have that much of it. But I spend my days cheerfully! Why? Because I’m rich? That’s not it. Ack, that hurts, Ricky; I keep telling you to stop hitting me with boxing moves!

It’s because I have baseless confidence. Baseless confidence is the best. Because there’s no basis to it. Ya~y!

What you should do to have baseless confidence? Try challenging yourself to do something – anything – that you’ve never done before. If you do this, many things will happen at once. They mostly won’t go well. You will get yelled at and praised, not knowing what is what. Things will either somehow work out or not at all while you have a laugh at it, and as you find yourself in a situation that feels like being jerked around by a storm, everything will be over before you realize it.

You might get into a state of collapse, but at that moment, you’ll have become a different person from before you challenged yourself. Just a little bit. But it’s a big change. If you hadn’t thought of challenging yourself, you wouldn’t have had that experience. But because you decided to do it and tried it out, you’ll have polished yourself when going through said experience. Don’t you think that’s amazing?

To work is to live. I think a challenge is the fastest way to living with confidence. If you have anything you like or are interested in, it might be good to try starting from there as the outset. Adieu!

There are too many things I want, so I never manage to save any money! Jeffrey-san, do you also have these kinds of experiences…? (Karina-san)

Oops, there’s a different fee for money-related consultations, but this doesn’t seem to be that kind of talk. When you think about what I would say, there’s no way that the youngest son of English aristocrats would have had this kind of experience—except I have. Not just me but also my brother and cousin were under a system of restrict pocket money back in our student years, so although they were enough for food expenses, buying all the things we wanted was a dream upon another dream. I think we improved our way of setting our priorities straight thanks to that. Everything is about experience. Adieu!

I do not hate work – I am actually the type that likes it – but Jeffrey-sama, what do you do in those times when you suddenly feel like taking a break from work or when you only want to do fun things? (Tofu-san)

Tofu-san, hello! Hm-hm, I get you. No matter how fun and lively your job is, it’s depressing when you think about having to be there and do work every day, isn’t it? Vacations are far-off, and you can’t go on vacation in the first place or even have the will to—wait, that’s me.

What I recommend to you, Tofu-san, is going on a weekday vacation. I’m not at all telling you to take absence from your company, but to go on a vacation after you leave work. Put on your favorite clothes and go hang out at a club, watch as many streamed videos as you want while eating chips and drinking ale, get engrossed in reading – follow your many desires and do only the things you like! Until the time to go to work on the next day, that is! We’re talking an all-nighter here; an all-nighter.

Of course, your skin will get dry, your eyes will be bleary and your work efficiency will see a sharp drop, so you can’t do it all the time, but this little vacation works surprisingly well for your heart’s health. Try it when you feel like taking a nice break. My personal recommendation is eating as much chocolate and churros as you can overnight. I remember very well that a prodigious acquaintance of mine survived a test week thanks to this. Well, adieu!

Ricky, you didn’t get angry this time, huh? Eh, did you forget to? Can’t remember anything anymore except the taste of Nakata-kun’s pudding? Ah, ouch, ouch, ouch! Sorry; I said sorry! Stirred a hornet’s nest, didn’t I?

In order to become a member of society, I will be living by myself in Tokyo starting from April next year! Jeffrey-san, I would like you to tell me your methods for stress relief and what rewards you give yourself when you do your best! (Ryon-san)

Ryon-san, hello! Congratulations on this big step to becoming a new member of society. “Member of society” is a pretty Japanese-like concept. For your first time living alone, the things that you deem as fun and your troubles will probably change from what they used to be until now, so I believe that thinking while having your eyes set on your desires is the most important. By the way, I like karaoke. Because you can sing loudly in them! Ricky was the one who taught me Shouwa pop music—eh? This topic isn’t allowed? Same for the talk about those popular songs that we’d sing when we were studying Japanese? Ah, I’m sorry. Due to brotherly circumstances, this topic has to stop here. That’s right; anything except sweets is fine as a reward. I know about the touching hard work of a certain someone, after all. Well, adieu… Wait a minute; wait! No boxing!

I am bad at speaking out my opinion in front of others, and I get so nervous that my voice trembles. How can I stop being anxious? Also, Jeffrey-san, in what kind of situation do you get nervous? Please tell me! (Totororo-san)

Totororo-san, hello. Anxiety is a problem, isn’t it? Your voice shakes, your hands shake, and you just feel like taking a break. I was also like that back when I had just become a student, but strangely enough, I was able to deal just fine with nervousness after learning a secret chant. It’s a chant passed down for generations in the Claremont family, which was taught to me by Henry and taught to Henry by our father, Godfrey. What kind of chant is it, you ask? Aah, I’m sorry, but this is off-limits for outsiders. I cannot tell you. But, that’s right, I shall tell you just the atmosphere and the mindset of the chant as an exception: 1. Acknowledge that you are nervous and be thankful for it 2. Because that’s the same as the many big ordeals that our ancestors have gone through until now 3. As you are at the very end of the line, you must be grateful for the grandiose fate of being granted an ordeal as well 4. Express respect for your own courage Okay, it’s more or less this mindset. Whenever I was saying [beep] before an important presentation, well, it was that chant. In my opinion, Totororo-san, it’s okay for you to also create your own version of the chant and use it. According to Henry, this chant has been passed down for generations in the Claremont household, so it clearly gets stronger the more you use it. Was this helpful? Please do your best! Be thankful for your nervousness and have respect for your courage. Well, adieu!

Hey, Henry, that time when I cried before I started going to school because I had to do a speech in front of everyone, I wonder just how you felt.

Hello, Jeffrey-san, who looks lovely in glasses. I do my best every day, all the while being healed by your kindness! My dark history is that I was once super fat… and even now, I cannot bring myself to look directly at my photos from that time. Jeffrey-san, you apparently listened to too much rock in the past and made your father cry because you would run around in punk fashion. It seems your cousin sometimes blackmails you with pictures of it, so Jeffrey-san, how do you face your dark history? If there is any way to deal with dark history from the far past, by all means, I would like you to tell me. (Sechiko-san)

Sechiko-san, hello! From the way that you came in casually gouging your advisor’s wounds, I can see that you are the angelic little devil type of character, just like me. I can’t hate you, damn—! About how to face and deal with your dark history, hmm, this doesn’t restrict the possibility that “the present will be dark history when I look back at it in the future” into an irrefutable condition, right? Human beings change from moment to moment, so if you think that your past and current selves have the exact same personality and nature, you’re bound to get burned. Isn’t it just fine if you act as if you were watching over one of your relative’s children, like, “You used to be like this back then, huh”? So, Ricky, how about you get rid of those photos already?! Hey, hey, hey? Can’t you?

Jeffrey-san, hello. My house is bustling with books. I have become familiar with electronics too, but in the end, I like paper books, and so I wind up collecting my favorite ones in paperback format as well. My childhood dream was to build a library inside my house and put a sofa in it so that I could read books there, but when I think about my housing circumstances, it seems unlikely to come true. Jeffrey-san, how do you keep control of your books? Also, what kind of books do you like? (Oh-gi-san)

Oh-gi-san, hello! Aah, someone who loves paper books, huh? You’re one of Henry’s. I’m on the tech side. The reason is that I’m always moving around, so the short and unappealing option of having as little baggage as possible is better for me. But if I could take time for it, I’d like to read a leather hardcover book in front of the fireplace while having some cognac. I have only been reading newspapers, magazines, reports and essays for the last ten or so years now, so if I had time, I guess I’d try challenging myself to read a thick full-length novel for once. I’m thinking about asking my cousin for recommendations on Japanese literature. Makes me nostalgic; I don’t remember anymore when it was, but I just recalled that I really did think about asking him this before. Books are nice, aren’t they? They’re always nostalgic in some way. Well, adieu!

Jeffrey-san, hello! This is sudden, but I am very indecisive. When I am shopping, I worry over it, like, “Which one is better? Should I be buying this now?”… and in the end, I buy nothing. What can I do to improve my resolution? (YuiKa-san)

You’re asking me!? Just kidding. YuiKa-san, hello. You asked me advice because you want to change your indecisive self, right? I think it’s probably because you already understand that “not having resolution is a type of resolution in itself”. Time passes even while you can’t decide, and things get decided on their own! Just like when I had to choose whether or not to interfere in my cousin’s wedding. I’m sorry; the topic got heavy. I believe, YuiKa-san, that you think you’re the one who has to decide what the range of your choices is at least, even if you know that you won’t get a perfect result out of it. That is commendable. I respect you.

I think the way to improve your resolution is to have many regrets. The more you experience things that will make you think, “I don’t want this to happen ever again”, the more you will be filled with the self-realization that it was better to have made a decision rather than not, so you will become able to make straightforward choices. Bluntly put, if you live your life with your eyes open, your resolution will definitely improve. You’ll be fine. Did that answer the question? It’s an improper advice, so it’s okay if you say it didn’t. Just kidding. Adieu!

What should I do in order to make friends with someone who is apart from me in age and into all sorts of genres? (Ninoka-san)

Ninoka-san, hello. You want a friend with an age gap who’s into many genres, right? What kind of friend would that be? Someone who seems to be having fun with themselves? Someone who has a field of expertise where they won’t lose to anyone? If you have an idealized image that has you going, “This is it!”, then you should try to be like that first! Posting about it on social media while being careful of literacy is also good. If you do that, my, what a mystery – people who want to be friends with you and salesmen will come your way in swarms! If what you want isn’t a “friend” but “personal connections”, this should undoubtedly work. If you really want a friend, then I don’t recommend choosing them like they’re a support item. Because they’ll turn into someone that you can’t see as anything other than a support item, like me. Have a fun life! Well, adieu.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Hey, Little Songbird

Chapter 3 - AO3

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The place Dupain-Cheng took him to was a small bakery not far from the school. Stepping inside, the smell of fresh baked bread assaulted his nose. In the display case, dozens of macaroons in all colors lined parchment paper next to croissants and cream-stuffed pastries. Felix expected Dupain-Cheng to get in line to order; instead, the girl skipped the line, approaching the woman at the register directly. "Hi, Maman," Dupain-Cheng greeted. 

Felix wanted to scoff as he watched mother and daughter hug. Of course, she'd take him to her family bakery! She wouldn't be able to afford any of the places his pallet was used to. But... despite his first instinct, the establishment did have a rather... warm feel to it, further embellished y the downpour outside. And the food did look impeccable. Not his usual fare, certainly, but one day off his diet wouldn't hurt him. 

"Welcome home, Marinette," her mother greeted. Her eyes met his and furrowed with confusion before her expression smoothed out. "Who's your friend? He's never dropped by before." 

So she could tell him and Adrien apart. Good. 

"Ah! Maman, this is -" 

"Felix Graham de Vanily," Felix cut in smoothly, smiling charmingly. "I'm new in class and your daughter has been kind enough to help me gain my barrings at Fransis-Depoint. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mme. Cheng." He bowed at the waist, eyes lowered. He wanted to make a good impression - 

"It's nice to to meet you too, Felix," Mme. Cheng nodded, seemingly amused. "Why don't you two grab something from the back and eat upstairs." She glanced at the line, which had only grown in number since they arrived. "It seems like it's about to get full down here."

"Thanks, Maman." Dupain-Cheng pressed a kiss to her mother's cheek. "Come on, back here."

Felix followed her behind the counter and into the kitchen beyond where an extremely large man, presumably her father, was icing a particularly tall wedding cake. "Hey, Dad! Felix and I are just grabbing some food before going upstairs."

The father smiled, surprisingly calm about his daughter arriving with a strange boy in his shop. "Go right ahead! There's some fresh chicken salad and cold cuts in the fridge if either of  you want them."

They each loaded up their plates, but when Dupain-Cheng started to ascend the stairs, Felix hesitated. He looked back at M. Dupain. "Sir... Forgive me, but how do I pay for this?" Father and daughter exchanged a shocked glance. "I didn't get a chance to properly observe the menu, so otherwise I'd-"

"Don't worry about it!" M. Dupain laughed. "No friend of Marinette has to pay! Consider it the 'friends and family' discount." 

Felix frowned. He didn't really consider them friends yet; acquaintances, yes, but not friends. Though, if the quality of his classmates refused to improve, she might end up being the only person he could stand talking to on a regular basis. "Sir, I must insist-"

"They're not going to let you pay, trust me," Dupain-Cheng said. "You're not the first person to try, nor are you going to be the last. Just come on." She went upstairs and Felix reluctantly followed. He wasn't used to other people doing favors for him. Usually people wanted favors, thinking he'd be naive enough to allow them to ride off the Graham de Vanily family coat tails. Felix never allowed that mentality to stick around him long; no one had ever been stupid enough to try more than once. 

The familial part of the home looked nothing like the elegant, cold entry hall of his family's manor, nor did the connecting living room resemble any parlor or sitting room that he's ever been in. It looked well-used, lacking the meticulous housekeeping that the maids kept, with a blanket crumpled up on the couch and a video game console pushed to the side, like someone had finished playing in a hurry. He could see into the open kitchen from the living room and noticed that although it looked clean, there were dishes stacked in the skin. Was this how commoners lived? Clearly despite their beloved establishment, the Dupain-Chengs weren't nearly as well off as some of the other members of their school, like himself, Adrien, and Chloe. So how did they attend? The tuition was rather costly; did she get in on scholarship? 

Of course, Felix had enough sense not to ask her about her family's financial status.  Things simply weren't done in polite society, and while Felix often didn't feel the need to follow those unspoken rules, there was no need to insult someone in their own home. 

Dupain-Cheng sat on the couch while Felix took the love seat nearby, sitting gingerly upon it as though it could bite him. Despite the home being so banal, Felix found himself... liking it. It was warm, much like how the bakery below was warm, with a lingering sense of comfort radiating from every square centimeter of the home. He found himself sinking into the plush of the chair without meaning to. 

To distract his mind, he tucked into lunch, only to find his meal delicious. He paused after a single mouthful. Somehow, the simple meal was able to rival those made by the professional chefs in his family's employ. Good work deserves to be complimented, so Felix told Dupain-Cheng so and she flushed. "T-Thanks. I'm sure my parents appreciate it," she said with a cough, having swallowed some of her food wrong. "Would you like to go over where we are in the curriculum now?"

"Yes, that would be quite useful."

She showed him her notes for their classes and just as he thought, he was already ahead in most subjects. The only exception was literature, but only because his school had focused more on British authors than French. Still, it wouldn't take for him to catch up. But there was still one thing about the day that bothered him and since Dupain-Cheng volunteered her service, he asked, "I am unsure if this falls under you assisting me around the school, but could you explain what that Lila girl was trying to do today?"

Dupain-Cheng set down her utensils and exhaled heavily. "What has she lied about this time?"

"Apparently I pushed her after a greeting. Which is odd because I had no idea she existed before class." Not that Felix really cared. But saying he pushed her was a step too far; he has far more subtly than direct physical assault. At least be clever when you try to slander him!

"Huh, so she's directly attacking you already? That's weird, I could have sworn she'd make up some lie about forgiving you and promising to help you meet your favorite celebrity if you promised to be nice."

He scoffed, but Dupain-Cheng made no similar noise. Like... she was serious. Oh God, she was serious. "Are you telling me people actually believe that swill?" 

"Most of our class, Mme Bustier, and our principal. Fortunately she hasn't started working on making the people in other classes believe her yet, but there are a handful there too." It seemed as though speaking about it unleashed a dam inside the girl. "And it doesn't make any sense because most of her lies can be disproven with either an internet search or a phone call! She claimed that she saved Jagged Stone's cat from an airplane, but was there any media coverage from it? None at all! She claims to go on all these expensive vacations, but either her photos got damaged on the way back or she just shows the class stock images of generic tourist stuff. And the volunteer work! Sure, I can understand charities not advertising who their workers are, but all you'd have to do is call them and every charity she's mentioned ends up saying that a Lila Rossi never worked with their organization. I just... I don't understand how they can keep falling for this stuff! None of them even bother to consider that she could be lying!" Her chest heaved after her rant, but she looked relieved, like she'd finally been able to get it off her chest. "They... none of them even think that I'm telling the truth," she continued in a small voice. "They all think that poorly of me."

Their... classmates, as much as Felix hated to admit any relation to those morons, had really done a number on her. He found empathy to be distasteful, especially with his plan to become a ruthless business man later in life, but he could help but pity her. Not that he'd ever admit it. Perhaps he could change the subject? Or at least lighten the mood. 

"I'm going to be surrounded by idiots then. Lovely." She shot him a hurt look. "Well, not you. Obviously. Though seeing past such a clear liar isn't really a point towards you as it is a negative three against the others."

"You rate people on a point scale?" Her eyes were starting to lighten, brighten. 

"Only when I need to inform others of how lowly I consider them." He sniffed haughtily. 

"Does that mean you think better of me than them?" she teased, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

"No need to get a big head now; it's not that you're better, but rather that you're less awful." He smirked in return, hopefully letting her know that he was returning her tease. At least, he thought that's what he was doing. He never really understood how to communicate with his peers in a fashion that reflected well on him. 

"I'm pretty sure that's the definition of better though." 

"Well, if you're so desperate to claim the title, you could always prove it." Felix folded his hands under his chin. "Prove that you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are worthy of my time."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure if I want it now."

He frowned in disappointment, but inside he was triumphant. "Truly a shame; and here I wanted to get to know the real Dupain-Cheng... But alas I fear that knowledge will forever be out of reach." 

"Who says 'alas' anymore?"

"Well!" he huffed, "Just because you're unused to refined vocabulary doesn't mean you have to insult me, Mademoiselle!"

The verbal sparring went back and forth for a while and as rapier wit battled rapier wit, Felix found it hard to keep a smile off his face.

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[seunqs]

[ a long get to know me tag ]

tagged by: losers @woosohn @yeonjuins

what day is your birthday?

27th june! it’ll be on a monday next year

what’s your favourite colour?

blue! a rather specific shade of light sky blue but i also like dark blue! might be misleading because everyone would think beige/black since that’s the aesthetic i like + almost everything i own is black...

what’s your lucky number?

i don’t have one i think but i tend to say 7 if i’m asked?

do you have any pets?

sadly no >:( will get one in the future idc idc

how tall are you?

158cm tiny i wna be abit taller

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

off my head i think 3 pairs...? just 2 black and 1 white that i rotate depending on the outfit i’m wearing

favorite song?

asdjekw i don’t think i have one specific one but recently i’ve been listening to maniac by nct doyoung & haechan!

other honourable mentions: a book of love by ha hyunsang, wide eyed blind by saint raymond, irreplaceable by nct dream, lmly by jackson wang. that’s all i have off my head

favorite movie?

surprisingly i’m not big on movies... but i’ll always answer parent trap when someone asks! why do i sound like i always have prepared answers in my head for various questions... okay that’s bc i do.

what would be your ideal partner?

@june look away i already know you’re gna say this sounds a lot like someone..

shy... is the main characteristics lmao idky it’s not even like i’m outgoing but i tend to find myself liking shy-er boys over the outgoing ones! aaa those with very obvious leadership qualities and quietly cares and looks out for those around them :’) tsundere! i think shy may appear cold sometimes but i’m rly :’) when the shy ones become very affectionate in private or when you get to know them better :’) or shy with strangers but very goofy and silly with their closer social circle heh those that are more cat-like than dog-like, only approaches you when they’re comfy. okay also shy but willing to speak up when necessary! doesn’t let themselves get bullied for being quiet and also pls speak up for me i hate ordering food pls do it for me HAHAHHA also if they’re passionate about something they like/are good at! good listeners too heh doesn’t need to always have the best advice, just if they would sit with me silently and listen to me and give me a hug afterwards :’’’’’) i think i’m on the touchier side too so if they don’t dislike that it’ll be nice! OH someone who’s good at cooking too bc i hate cooking and the kitchen in general.. i’ll do the dishes though HAHAHAH ok that is all there is a certain idol in my head that is the embodiment of my ideal type and i hate him >:(

do you want children?

no... not so much bc i don’t find them cute or i can’t handle them but i think it’s a commitment that scares me! bringing up the child well with the right character and values ajksdbwkje i don’t know if i’m up to that HAHAHAH

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope @woosohn @yeonjuins pls be proud of my direct no why are the two of you......... 

bath or shower?

shower! i don’t know if i’ve actually taken a bath before... probably when i was younger HAHAH i think i’ll get bored in the bath and i much rather be relaxing in bed than in the tub

what color socks are you wearing?

barefoot at the moment! the socks i own are mostly solid colour socks / simple cartoon or animal patterns but all ankle socks that can’t be seen with my shoes

favorite type of music?

i listen to pop, r&b and indie! that’s about all and favourite depends on the mood!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

just 1! and a bolster too

what position do you sleep in?

either on my back with hand over my head lmao or turned to either sides while hugging my bolster and face buried into the bolster

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

when it’s too hot! canNOT sleep if the weather is too hot. also if i get woken up rudely, by screaming or someone smacking me awake LMAO just tell me nicely to get up and i’ll be out of bed in 10mins pls give me awhile my brain is turning on HAHAHA

what do you have for breakfast?

recently i haven’t woken up early enough for bfast or my family is just about to go out to buy lunch by the time i’m up hahaha but on the days that i’m alive for bfast, iced coffee and any pastry sitting in the fridge! my family is big on pastries like croissants and cakes like banana and carrot cakes! so one of those but the iced coffee is a constant in my first meal of the day

have you ever tried archery?

nope and idt i’ll be good at it tbh....

favorite fruit?

strawberries, apples, peaches! there are some seasonal favs where i rly like them for a period of time and then suddenly not anymore but these 3 are the constants

favorite swear word?

hahahaha i dont think i have a favourite one..... but i say tf a lot and mf for kpop boys who make me more flustered than they should

do you have any scars?

i don’t think so! i have a few stretch marks around my waist and tummy tho 

are you a good liar?

yes... HAHAH i used to get scolded so much for lying as a kid lmfao

what’s your personality type?

isfj-t has probably only dipped to isfp-t once but if not constant isfj!

what’s your favorite type of girl?

HAHAHAH uh.... okay with all kinds i think? except people in general who try too hard

innie or outie?

innie. was this question necessary tho AHHAHAHA

left or right-handed?

right-handed

favorite food?

ramen! but i like lots of food lmfao tiramisu, pork belly, lots of noodles, also lots of rice, beef, cakes, ice cream, i think i’m more salty > sweet!

favorite foreign food?

japanese ramen, korean cuisine!, lasagne

are you clean or messy?

clean

most used phrase?

i think alot of keyboard smashes, lmao, wtf, HAHAHAHHAHA, sigh, i’m tired LOL

how long does it take for you to get ready?

depends! fastest i think i can get out of the house 20mins after i’ve woken up. longest probably an hour where outfit is taking a while and accessories needs to be chosen

do you talk to yourself?

in my head yes.

do you sing to yourself?

not often but i sing out loud for the family to hear LOL in my head very often a song is playing up there

are you a good singer?

nop. i don’t think i’m a BAD singer but wouldn’t classify as good either HAHHAHA

biggest fear?

wow so many things but i think biggest is complete darkness, i need to see and know what is going on around me. i sleep with a night light on heh 

are you a gossip?

with closer friends yes def HAHAH my school culture tends to have lots of tea that my friends and i don’t like to get too involved in but we do talk about the gossips that goes around hahaha have also been in the center of gossip way too often

do you like long or short hair?

long! can’t imagine myself with short hair.. used to have reallllyyy long hair that goes beyond my waist and cried when i cut it to slightly below shoulder length. that’s the shortest i’ll ever go

favourite school subject?

wow nothing i don’t like school lmfao but humanities and language are way more bearable than math and sciences

extrovert or introvert?

introverted

what makes you nervous?

unpredictable situations, being alone in public (contradictory because in private i would strongly prefer to be alone but i don’t enjoy being alone in public i feel judged HAHAHA), also currently waiting on a reply for something and that’s been keeping me anxious the past 2 days :’)

who was your first real crush?

when i was 13/14, tablemate in school that was kinda shy and had very limited social circle but talked to me endlessly in class lmfao he apparently liked me too but we never dated and went to different schools at 16 y/o. we’re still kinda in touch though! we talked quite a fair bit last month just catching up but he’s more of an acquaintance now

how many piercings do you have?

2! just one normal lobe piercing on either ears, don’t think i’ll get anymore

how fast can you run?

back in school i used to be one of the fastest girls in my class LMFAO i could clock 12.5 minutes for a 2.4km run. stamina came from dancing since i had to run laps before dance class 2 times a week. but that is long in the past and now i get tired from climbing more than 4 flights of stairs pls spare me

what color is your hair?

naturally black but dyed brown! my hair has grown quite abit since i dyed it though now its black at the top and brown from above my ears onwards

what color are your eyes?

a very dark brown lmfao almost black

what makes you angry?

irresponsible people. just pushing responsibility to others or avoiding their responsibilities. don’t need you to do a good job with your responsibilities, just don’t make your issues my issues. and if its a shared responsibility like group projects, then do your part to contribute and don’t expect others to cover you

selfish people, in many ways. just being self-centred, not caring about how others feel, doing things for personal gain at the expense of others

speaking in a passive-aggressive/sarcastic manner. i say this even though i’m afraid of confrontation but i much rather someone outright tells me they’re unhappy about something or wants to get a point across. i hate when they talk about it sarcastically or tries to sugar-coat their words to make themselves look less aggressive about their words. tell me straight as it is, if you’re already gonna talk about something bad don’t piss me off with your attitude at the same time

do you like your own name?

rae is nice! has a very nice ring to it and looks pretty!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

i don’t.. want one.. but both have their good and bad i can’t decide.. i want a puppy

what are your strengths?

is this an interview question i have had a few interviews over the past weeks i am well-prepared for this HAHAHA

i think i’m pretty resilient! i bounce back from bad times pretty quickly or i psycho myself to see the situation positively. but it is ofc coupled with a lot of complaining to the people around me first

although i hate unpredictable situations and having to quickly adapt to new settings, i think i adapt pretty quickly too. flexible? easy-going? idk what’s the right way to call it but yeah something along those lines. good at it but i still enjoy my stability and calm don’t want to have to quickly adapt to new situations.

what are your weaknesses?

very emotional HAHAH used to be much worse but i often let my emotions rule my head. i think i’ve improved A LOT though i used to be so bad but i think i’m now able to make rational decisions even if im bawling LMFAO

this sounds like a compliment but i’ve been told this too often as well. i tend to be way too nice to people who don’t deserve it. even if the person doesn’t deserve it or they’ve pushed all my buttons in the wrong way possible, i would still try to be as nice and polite as i can. really helps with me working in the f&b industry lmfao.

what’s the colour of your bedspread?

dark blue / grey! 

colour(s) of your room?

white & wood (throughout my house actually + green from the plants in the living room) @yeonjuins says i live in a muji showroom

[bucky-s-girl-n-stuff]

Everything that could happen in a week part.7

summary: you’re invited to the Thrombey’s Halloween party, by your friend Meg. Between old man being too handsy while drunk and the others having heated political arguments borderline racist, you manage to survive for a week thanks to a new acquaintance you make.

pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

warning: mention of a sexual assault, swearing.

->part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 ->part 5 ->part 6

I was sitting in a cafe, waiting for Ransom to arrive. I was a little bit anxious but at the same time excited that he felt the same way as I did. The fact that he was trying to make things work between us, comforted me. We decided to meet at 3 p.m. in a little cafe that I went to often. It was never too crowded. I chose a table a bit excluded from the rest, to give us intimacy. After 15 minutes of waiting for him, I started to worry. Should I text him? Maybe he's held up by something and will be late. I decided to send him a  message, asking him if everything was okay. Maybe he had changed his mind and didn't want me anymore...

After waiting for an hour, I decided to leave. Why didn't I have seen this coming? He was obviously playing with me. I couldn't even be angry at him as sadness filled my thoughts. 

Once back home I shrugged off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. Then, I went straight to my bedroom and fell face-first on my bed. I felt so stupid. Why would he be saying things like that and then not come? Was it just a game for him?

I decided to change myself and have a lazy day instead. I went to my bathroom to remove my makeup and then change for a cosy pair of sweatpants and a white crop top. As I was getting comfortable on my sofa and going through the channels, I heard a knock on my door. I frowned at the unfamiliar sound and got up to open it. 

"Hey," said Ransom breathless as if he had just been running. I didn't respond, looking at him expectantly. 

"I'm so sorry for not coming earlier I was tied up with something..." he continued.

"So tied up that you couldn't even text me? I waited there for an hour Ransom..." I replied. 

"I know, I should have texted you or called you I'm sorry, please believe me..."

I sighed, knowing fully well that I 'll always end up forgiving him no matter what he would do to me. I took a step back, inviting him into my home. He smiled at me, muttering a thank you and then proceeded to kiss my cheek. I blushed at the action but he didn't dwell on it, far too excited to see the interior of my little apartment. He went directly into the living room and turned around to face me, a wide smile adorning his face. I felt completely exposed as I had never invited someone over before. My apartment was my "safe place". Somewhere I felt free and myself, with no need to hide. 

"How did you get my address?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, I'm a Drysdale!" he said, smirking, a little statuette my father got me from one of his many trips, in his hands.

"Don't touch that..." I said, taking the object from him and placing it back to where it belonged. "Or anything else for that matter." I continued already annoyed at him invading my space. 

"Sorry" he whispered, looking around then settling his eyes on me. His eyes held so much intensity that I had to look away. 

"Do you want some tea or coffee?" I asked, walking towards the open kitchen so I could have a reason for avoiding his gaze. 

"huh sure, I'll have some tea please." He said, sitting down on the couch.

I joined him a little after with our two mugs and sat next to him.  I put our mugs down on the coffee table in front of the couch and faced him.

"Why are you here Ransom?"

"Well, I'm here to apologize and spend some time with-"

"No. Why are you here? You are not someone who settles for anyone. You always want something from people and I feel like you're just playing with me." I spoke truthfully.

"Because you know me? We've met two weeks ago and spent half of it together because you were fucking reckless and almost got raped. So don't pretend like you know me or my intentions."

Ouch. I stood up, getting as far away from him as I could. How could he say that? I've worked so hard to forget what had happened and persuading myself that it was not my fault. He said it was not my fault... Was it? Was it all a lie from the start, everything he said? I needed to think and therefore he needed to leave. I was so engulfed in my mind that I hadn't seen him getting closer to me. 

"y/n, I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said. I... I just wish you could trust me. I really like you. God, I'm so stupid... Please say something. I know I can be immature and cold and really fucking stupid at times but please never doubt that I care about you and please, please remember it was not your fault ... I'm just a dumbass who speaks before he thinks okay?"

I hated my brain for making me lean into him while he spoke. I hated being attracted to him, feeling sympathy for him when I should be yelling and throwing things at him. I didn't want to feel that but there I was, in his arms, hugging him for dear life and him doing the same. As if one of us would disappear in the air. 

"I'm sorry" he kept saying, repeatedly and I believed him.

"Okay," I started, slipping from his arms. "enough with the drama. Let's watch something on TV and forget all about it okay?" I continued.

"Okay" He replied, smiling a little but still angry at himself. 

The rest of the day went smoothly. After watching a movie that consisted more of Ransom commenting every action going on, we decided to order Chinese food. We ate in front of another movie quickly forgotten as we shared stories. I think it was the first time someone had made me laugh this hard. We had a great time and the incident from earlier was just a vague memory. 

It was starting to get late and I was growing pretty tired. Ransom must have noticed because he got up and started doing the dishes.

"You don't have to do that Ransom, I can do them later," I said, smiling at the domesticity of the situation. 

"No I want to do it, it's the least I can do," he replied, but I helped him anyway. 

After the dishes were done, we could feel that neither of us wanted to leave each other but I was not about to offer him to stay the night. I wanted to take my time with Ransom and I had a feeling he wanted to take it slow too. I accompanied him to the front door and opened it. He got on the other side facing me for a last goodbye.

"Good night y/n, I had a great time today. Thank you for having me and... giving me another chance."

"Goodnight Ransom" I replied, smiling. 

I got on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly. This time he was the one to blush. Ransom passed a hand through his hair and clear his throat before leaving throwing little glances back at me all the way down the corridor until I couldn't see him. 

[cracked-pean]

Get the Memo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Mentioned), Cora Hale (Mentioned) and OFC! Cousin Stilinski.

Word Count: 3017

Warnings: Stalking (I think that’s what you call it. That’s what I’m gonna go with.) but really it’s more fluff so don’t worry too much.

Summary: People just don’t seem to get the memo around here.

Requested by @stellastyless

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A/N: Hi dudes.So as you can see. Yes this is a request. My first one actually. I’m gonna be honest. I was excited and nervous when I saw i had a request come in. I was scared that I was gonna mess it up, or it would turn out wrong and not be what they expected it to be. So, that’s why it took a while for me to post this up. But, honestly once I started writing, I got in the zone and this basically took a mind of its own. So, I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any errors.

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It was a normal weekday, the middle of March, the Spring season was just beginning to bloom and the weather outside was nice and cool. Just right for families and their kids to be out and about. But, it was also the season for final projects to be assigned for students, and Stella just happened to be one of those students. Her dark and platinum streaked hair hung loose off the edge of the bed as she laid upside down. A book was being held above her face as her eyes scanned the pages. There was a book report that she had been assigned that was due by the end of May, when she was due to finish. Of course, Stella wasn’t one to slack off on school work. Always one to be ahead of such things. She didn’t receive perfect grades by doing nothing.

Just as she was about to turn the next page, her bedroom door slammed open.

“Hey Cuz, it-”

“Ow, fuck,” the girl swore as her book made contact with her face. Sure any item would hurt, but since it was a hardcover. Well, it just caused her pain a bit more. “Dammit Stiles. Haven’t you heard of knocking,” Stella sat up while holding her nose.

Stiles stifled a laugh, “Not my fault you decided to hang around like a Bat.” He got shot a glare from her blue-grey eyes.

While she put away her book on her desk, he walked in and made himself comfortable on her bed.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of?” Stella leaned on her desk with her arms crossed against her chest.

“Dad’s got the night shift, so it’s just gonna be us two tonight for dinner.”

Stella has been living with her Uncle John and cousin Stiles for 2 years now. There were some things circling about her in her hometown. Some lies were being spread from people she thought were her friends, could trust them, and loved her just as much she did them. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. So she thought enough was enough. After thinking it would blow off, Stella decided to leave. Right after graduation, she discussed it all with her parents and moved to Beacon Hills to live with her uncle and cousin, and continued her studies there.

The Stlinkins were more than happy to have her. Especially Stiles. Despite the 3 year age difference between them, those two were like siblings. So, once he heard the news, the then 16 year old made everything ready for her. Cleaned the house, the spare bedroom where she would be staying and bought some things she would like, to decorate her room with. Sure all that wasn’t necessary to do. The girl could care less, as long as she felt welcomed, but the sheriff didn’t have the heart to stop his son. He was quite amused if he was being honest.

“You mean, us two plus Scott right,” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I mean, if you wan-”

The girl interrupted his blubber, “I know he’s downstairs, dude. You two aren’t exactly the quietest of pairs,” she teased.

The two walked down the stairs into the living room. There on the couch sat Scott scrolling through his phone, he looked up when he heard the cousins making their way over. He gave Stella a smile and greeted her. She returned him a small one and muttered out a quiet ‘Hey’ then made her way to the kitchen.

It wasn’t that Stella didn’t like Scott, she was just a bit closed off. She didn’t really trust people that often anymore, since everything happened. Sure she was polite and greeted them and such, but making them her friends was not on her list. So when she moved here, she had to grow used to being comfortable around the guy. Scott did have the face of a cute little puppy, but Stella wasn’t going to fall for it so easily. It wasn’t till a few months later that Stella accepted him but as more of an acquaintance. It was with all Stiles’ friends that she’s met. Just mere acquaintances.

“Ok, well we don’t have any groceries to make anything, cause somebody forgot to buy them,” she said while shooting a look at Stiles, who was avoiding eye contact. “So you guys decide what to get as take out and I'll just go pick it up.”

With that she went up to her room to get ready. There wasn’t much for her to do. She still had on her clothes she wore for class earlier. A black tank top criss-crossed on the front, and knee ripped jeans. All she had to do was put on her ankle boots and her light jean jacket. She unplugged her phone and went down to meet the boys.

“-ask nicely. You’re paying anyway.” Stiles stood in front of a smiling Scott, with a look of betrayal on his face.

“So what’s it gonna be boys?”

“Thai. From the restaurant near the mall. But, can you also swing by the store and buy some tubs of ice-cream? Please,” with looks the two were giving her, you’d think they were in middle school and not seniors in high school.

Ice-cream? She thought. That sounds pretty good right now. Ok.

“Fine, but you’re taking my turn on buying groceries,” she walked towards the door and grabbed her keys. “Course I’ll pay my turn, but you’re going.”

“Yes, deal,” her cousin wrapped his arms around her and smooched a kiss on her cheek. She laughed and she playfully wiped it off. He handed her off the cash as well as what flavors to buy.

After a 15 minute drive, Stella arrived at the town plaza and parked. The thai place was just across the street from the convenience store. She figured it would be best to pick up the food first then head over to buy the ice-cream, so it wouldn’t melt from the wait.

While she was getting out, Stella noticed a group of three guys, around her age, hanging near by their own cars. They were all laughing and messing around, but they quieted down a bit once Stella walked by them to get inside the restaurant. The small bell above the door rang, signalling them they had a customer. Stella gave the front lady her order and was told to wait a few minutes as they got it ready for her. Once the cashier disappeared behind the double doors to the kitchen, the bell rang again. The brunette didn’t really give it much thought as she tapped on her phone, but she felt a bit weird afterwards. She scanned the shop a bit and noticed a pair of eyes looking right at her. It was one of the guys from outside.

He must have been the one to enter. He had taken a seat a few tables down from her, where she was waiting on her order. The guy gave her a small wave along with a flirtatious smile while his other hand propped up his head. Stella gave him a tight smile in return, and instantly regretted it. Old habits.

Apparently he took it as a sign to make his move, because he got up from his seat and made his way over to her. She sneaked a look behind him, where the doors to the kitchen, to see if the lady was out yet. She wasn’t.

Stella internally groaned. She wasn’t scared of him. She knew how to defend herself and could easily take him if need be, but that took so much work and she didn’t really feel like making a scene. So she sucked it up and decided to shoo him away first with words.

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Words weren't helping and she was just about to snap at him. No matter what she did or threw at him (verbally) he could not take a hint. After waiting for a while, the lady finally showed up with two plastic bags apologizing. Stella waved it off nicely and without a second look towards the guy, she left in the direction to the convenient store nearby.

But that damn guy was very persistent in getting her attention. She was walking towards the crosswalk while trying to ignore his calls from behind her. Honestly, Stella was about to drop-kick him and make her way back to her car and drive back home, ice-cream forgotten. But she noticed another guy near the crosswalk light on his phone. As she neared, she got a better look at him.

Derek Hale.

Stella had seen him hang out with her cousin and his friends and knew he was in that small circle of people that Stiles’ trusted. From what she could gather up about him was that he was sort of the silent caretaker/big brother of the bunch. He was quiet but there were also times he would join in on the fun with the others. Derek and her would have small conversations when he would come over to the house when the others were over. They sort of had this pull towards each other that they didn’t seem to mind on having. But it was nothing further than that. Though a friendship was slowly growing amongst the two.

So before she could stop herself, the words seemed to blurt out of her on their own.

“Hey, babe.”

Derek’s head shot up at the loud shout near him and noticed the familiar hair and grey, blue eyes making their way over to him. There was a small confused look on his face when she got closer to him. Before he could fully react, the girl’s arms wrapped around him.

“Play along, the guy’s been following me,” she whispered in his ear.

That was all it took for Derek to reciprocate the hug and place a small kiss on her head while sneaking a glance behind her. The guy had slowly come to a stop with a bit of confusion on his face. He was sure that the girl had arrived on her own. He would have remembered the guy, he wasn’t hard to miss.

“Hey, I see you got the food. Ready to go?” Derek asked the girl just loud enough for the other to hear. And if the smile he had given her made her heart flutter a bit, she refused to acknowledge it.

“Yeah, just got to get the ice-cream and we’ll be good to go.”

Just then the walk sign glowed signalling the two that there were able to walk across. As if the two had done this a million times, Derek took the bags of food from her and she instantly latched her hand in his and wrapped her other arm around it and leaned her head on his shoulder as they made their way across.

The comfortness that came upon the two was strange. They had never been this touchy feely before. The only touch that had come between the two was a handshake. That’s it. However, the two did know that they were oddly ok with this closeness. They didn’t feel awkward or like it was force. With Derek’s history and also being closed off with people, the first time he had met Stella he did not have a problem or feel any discomfort from being in her presence.

Same with Stella. Even though she had wanted to be more cautious about the new people she met here. She had felt this strange pull towards the male.

“I’m sorry, I know this must be awkward for you. My mouth just likes to speak before it let’s me think things through. I’m sure you had things to do,” she spoke while nearing the store.

“Don’t worry about it. Cora knows I’m running late already, there’s no hurry. How long has he been tagging you?” he asked as he opened the door for her. Not once letting go of her hand.

The store was pretty big for being on the corner. It was big enough where they could talk in normal voices and not be heard by others on the other side. And for them, this was good. Because the guy followed them in.

“Eh, about 30 minutes or so,” Stella then began to explain to him how it happened as they walked up and down random aisles.

Derek started to feel a sense of anger and protectiveness build up in him. He didn’t know why. Was it because she was Stile’s cousin and didn’t want to upset him? Because if something were to happen to her Derek would feel at fault with him there? Cause he cared? Maybe even liked her?

“Now we’re here,” she leaned down to grab a few candy bags, “and since we are, you want something? It’s On Stiles,” she asked him as she held up ‘Troli Sour Gummy Worms’ and ‘Sour Patch Kids’.

He let out a small laugh, “I’ll take the worms.”

“Really now? Most people would go for the sour kids,” she tossed two packs of them into the basket she held.

“Well, I’m not most people,” he shrugged.

“No. You definitely aren’t,” Stella mumbled.

She turned towards him again and could catch a glimpse of the stranger still keeping tabs on them. Stella went to grab Derek’s hand again and he could feel her tense up. He gave it a small squeeze and pulled her closer towards him by wrapping his arm around her shoulder while hers was across her chest. No matter if Stella could defend herself the situation was still frightening. This guy has been following her for a while now and still wouldn’t leave her alone, even if Derek was with her. They then walked towards the frozen section nearby.

“He still there?” he asked quietly. His voice was nice and soothing enough to bring her nerves down a bit.

“Yeah,” she sighed and leaned in a bit into his chest. “I mean what more could this guy need to leave us alone,” She then paused as an idea came to her. She placed one of the ice-cream tubs in the basket and turned to smile softly at Derek. This was crazy but desperate times call for desperate measures. Derek’s back was toward the stranger so he wasn’t able to see the nervous grin Derek gave her.

“Kiss me.”

Derek’s eyes popped wide open. How could she say it so casually with that cute smile on her face.

“What?”

“Kiss me. It’s our last option at this point.”

Derek placed his hands on either side of her cheeks and slowly brought their lips to meet each other. Their eyes fluttering shut in the process. Her stomach started doing flips. She did not expect to have this reaction from it. His lips were soft and caused her body to have goosebumps. Stella’s arms came up around his midsection and grabbed a hold onto his shirt from the back.

Derek could not tell you what it was that possessed him. Could have been the idea to make this whole plan seem real as possible, the desperation to finally get rid of the guy or his compressed feelings were starting to make themselves known to him and this fake couple thing was just a boost. But once her smooth lips met his and he felt the warmth of her skin in his hands. He was gone.

What was supposed to be a short, quick kiss. Turned out to not being that. The two were like in a trance. They didn’t care who could see them right now. Sparks were going off in their heads and shooting through their bodies. And the reason behind this whole thing was long forgotten in their heads.

After what felt like hours, which was actually like a minute, they pulled apart. With Derek’s hands still on her cheeks and her arms on his waist, they just stared into each other’s eyes. Blue meeting green. They were slightly out of breath, from the shock they felt from the kiss.

“Did it work?” Derek was the first to break the silence.

“What?” Stella asked, still in a slight daze.

“The guy. Is he gone?” he asked while his thumbs softly rubbed her cheeks.

Stella blinked herself back to reality and shifted her eyes behind him around the store.

They were so occupied with themselves that the guy hadn’t realized that he had indeed left. He was still confused throughout the whole thing but, he had finally gotten the message and left the store.

Stella let out a small breath and relaxed completely. The weight lifted off her shoulders. She returned her gaze to the man in front of her and smiled.

“Yeah, he’s finally gone,” she embraced him in a hug and rested her forehead on his chest.

Derek smiled down at her but internally relaxed too. He was sure that this was not going to end well. But, thank god it was all settled.

“Thank you. I owe you one dude.”

“Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re safe now, that’s all that mattered to me.”

Derek wasn’t sure what to do next. But he for sure was comfortable in their place and didn’t want to let go. Stella was in the same boat. This whole experience was such a rollercoaster for the two. They obviously had feelings for each other, just didn’t know what to do about them. They were both sort of similar. The trust issues, the fear of being close to someone again. But they had somehow found familiarity in that. Because of their pasts, they knew what to do and look for from now on.

“Is it bad that I just want to stay here for awhile?” she spoke against his chest.

“No,” he pulled her closer to him. “I’m quite alright here too.”

And if the store clerk noticed the couple just standing near the back with melting ice-cream in their basket. They didn’t mention it or seemed to mind it. As long as they bought something.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #364

“you wanna know what zeus said to narcissus?  /  ‘you’d better watch yourself’“

Do you change your type of music regularly? Nah. I've ben all about metal and rock since middle school. Would you want to visit Tokyo, Japan, someday? It's not actually on my bucket list or anything, but I'd do it. Do you curse like a sailor? Sailors are better than I am, aha... Do you hear trains pass by where you live? No. Ever been in a race? Haha, no. Last time you’ve eaten a taco? I hate tacos. Do you like horses? Sure do! Do you like Starburst? omg YES. What is your favourite wild animal? MEERKATS!!!!!! :') Do you like hamsters? They're very cute, but I've never met a nice one. Do you eat bananas? Yeah, I like bananas, but I'm VERY picky with how ripe it is. There's like, barely a two-day span where I'm willing to eat them. What is your favourite bookstore? I don't have one. What is your favorite fast food joint? Sonic. Do you sweat easily? Ugh, you haven't the slightest idea. As a side effect of one (or two?) of my prescriptions, I have I N S A N E hyperhidrosis. I can stand outside for a millisecond in like 70 degree weather and I'm already sweating. If you could move (and SERIOUSLY think about this) where would you move? All factors considered, being entirely realistic, the mountain-y region of western NC. Why would you go there? I want to stay in NC to at least not be a massive ways away from my family, and I loooove mountains. Plus, there's a lot of cool places on the other end of the state. Do you want to travel? Yes. I want to see so much more than this boring 'ole state. What was the last vaccination you got? For Covid. Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? There have been wildfires towards the beach, I believe? Any time it happened we would always get the smoke all the way where we live. Are you Italian? Not to my knowledge. Do you own an acoustic guitar? No. What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? My physical health. When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? Recently. Can you roll your own cigarettes? I've never smoked, so. Are you mentally strong? I think so. I hope so. Are you physically strong? I am like, comically weak. Are you heartbroken right now? No. Do you ever get complimented on your eyes? What color are they? It's happened, but it's definitely not a regular thing or whatever. They're grayish blue. What facial feature do you like the best on a person? I'd say I'm most attracted to pretty eyes. What is the weirdest animal you’ve ever held? I helped hold a massive snake as a kid (I don't remember what it was), and I've also held a rose hair tarantula. I can't think of any truly strange animals by my opinion, really. Do you get extremely hyper when under the influence of sugar? No. Sugar seems to have zero effect on me, probably because I'm over-exposed to it thanks to soda... What about caffeine? Not at all, likely for the aforementioned reason. Have you ever tried any drugs? If so, did you regret it? Besides alcohol, no. I don't regret having drank as it was never a lot. Do you have any pregnant friends? A high school acquaintance is pregnant. I THINK she's the only one now? I swear I see a new pregnancy announcement on Facebook like every two days, and mind you I don't even have all that many "friends." That being said, I may definitely be forgetting someone. When ordering food, what do you usually get as a drink? Depending on whether they have Pepsi or Coke products, either Mountain Dew or Coke. When drawing something, do you try to be super precise or do you not care? I am so, so, SO obsessive over getting everything right, but things never come out as good as I want them to/imagine them. Have you actually read Twilight? I haven't. What about Harry Potter? Never read any of those, either. I started one in elementary school, but didn't get very far at all. Out of the two, which is better? I have like no interest in either, so. How often do you read books? It various. I go through like reading episodes, and then I don't read for months. Are you the jealous type? I'm not like, an insanely jealous person, but it's still the worst it's ever been at this point in my life. I hate it. Are you the type of person who gets jealous of people’s pasts? Nah, no reason to. Do you know anyone who faints at the sight of blood? Not blood, I think, but needles and drawing blood, yes. I know my dad's fainted at least once at the doctor, and Jason fainted when I was getting blood drawn at the ER. What colors are the eyes of your family members? Just about everyone has brown eyes but me, I think my maternal grandpa, and my brother. Are you related to anyone with red hair? Not to my knowledge. Were you a chubby baby? No, I was pretty average. What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Social situations with strangers especially. Asking for things. Public speaking/presenting. What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? God, I remember there was this one night in particular where I stayed up SO late, but I don't remember the exact time. I think I actually cried because I was so stressed and tired. How many vegetarians do you know? In my personal life, I don't believe I know any, but I could be wrong. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? I never did, even though I was always tired. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Favorite episode of Spongebob? The pizza one, probably. Or the Hash Slinging Slasher episode. What bug frightens you most? Wasps, probably. Are your parents supportive of you? Yes. <3 How often do you take the train to go places? I've never been on a train. Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No. Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? No. What was the last thing you took a video of? Hm... I honestly don't remember. What’s something that used to really stress you out, but doesn’t anymore? Thunderstorms. Have you ever had famous neighbors? No. Pick your three favourite vegetables. Broccoli, green beans, and uh... I'm blanking... Habitually I wanna say "corn," but I know it's not technically a veggie, but starch. Have you ever broken a movie or game disc? I think I have? What is your favourite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. Can you rap freestyle? Or at least sing raps from songs? Ha, no. Have you ever shared a house with a significant other? Yeah. Do you scream at scary parts in a horror flick? No. I might jump a bit, but not always. What do you spend most of your time doing? Watching YouTube. Do you really care what’s going on in celebrities' lives? More like the YouTubers I watch. Have you ever broken a plate/bowl? Accidentally by dropping them. When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have a care in the world? I couldn't begin to guess. Has anyone ever drunk called/texted you? No. Can you do a backwards london bridges? God no, I'd bust my back. What smiley do you use the most on the computer? (: maybe. Or :') Are any of your pets “overweight”? No, but why is "overweight" in quotations as if overweight pets aren't a real and serious issue? Has anyone ever bought you a ring? Yeah. On a scale 1-10, how funny are you? I honestly don't think I'm funny at all, so I'd put myself at a 1. Pretty recently though it was very surprising and flattering to have my dad and older sister point out that I'm "hilarious" with my wry sense of humor. I don't see it, but I mean, it was surely appreciated. What’s a song that is overplayed but you still like it anyway? I barely ever listen to the radio, yet I still know "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen is played a lot, but I could never get tired of it. Are you excited for Christmas? Christmastime is my favorite time of year nowadays, mainly because of how excited my niece and nephew always are, and we spend most of Christmas Day and usually Christmas Eve with them. I love the weather, the focus on togetherness, all that. What are you thankful for? Man, a lot. I try my best to never overlook all the truly amazing things I do have, like a loving and supportive family, a home, food and safe water, Internet haha, access to medical care (regardless of the complaints I have about American healthcare)... I've got a lot of bad going on in my life, but I've also got a great amount of good things, too. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on? Internet. What’s your favorite color combination? Maaan, don't do this. I really don't know. Probably two pastels, idk. Do you have any internet friends? I have more Internet friends than I do "real life" ones. What was the last song you listened to? "Deep Six" by Marilyn Manson earlier. How are you feeling right now? My arm is really sore from my second Covid shot, and I'm also having trouble breathing thanks to the dog (apparently, I'm allergic to whatever she is). I know it sounds bad, but I cannot wait 'til she's gone (from this house, no we're of course not euthanizing her). What color is the shirt you’re wearing? Burgundy. Do you play video games? Yeah, just not as much as I used to. Have you ever been to a club and had someone slip something into your drink? I've never been to a club period, and I don't plan on it. Do you know anyone who’s done ecstasy? Not to my knowledge, anyway. Are you on birth control? Yes, but only to regulate and soothe my menstrual cycle. My cramps were insufferable prior. Does your sibling have a significant other? All but my younger sister. Like she's in contact with who she calls "contenders," haha, but she isn't officially dating anyone. She's MEGA picky with who she dates. Have you ever cried at a real wedding? Yes, because it was very triggering to my PTSD. Any idea what you want for your next birthday? That's quiiite a whiles away, so I have plenty of time to think about that. I don't know if I'll be employed by then and thus able to buy some things myself, but I'll just say I won't be (because I'm I think rationally fearful that's where I'll still be). For Christmas I plan on just asking for a new terrarium for Venus plus better materials for it (like a proper temp gauge and hygrometer, etc.), and with that taken care of, then I might be interested in asking for a hognose for my bday, but idk. I'd want to ensure (s)he starts out with a perfect terrarium, and seeing as I want a hoggie morph, that's a lot of money in one go that idk if I'd be comfortable asking. So I'unno, maybe I'll go for a tattoo again. Wow, this was a lot of rambling for something so far off, pardon me haha. Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? My Nintendo DS Lite, actually. I can't find the darn charger for it, and I really need to so I can bring it to Ashley's again for the kids to play the Pokemon game I have that they love. Aubree especially is really into it, and she adores Pikachu and Eevee. :') Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? I don't even know what most award shows are for, if I'm being honest. I'm not really interested. What colour is your keyboard? Black, but each key glows red. Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No. Are you a fan of acrylic nails? Not for myself; I think they'd drive me insane. I do, however, think they look nice on others.

[randomcrackhc]

Haikyuu!! Carpenter HC

ft. Iwaizumi, Asahi, and Ushijima

Idk what or why I thought of this, but unfortunately I did, so sorry in advance

Also yes this is technically a non-volleyball au bc I really can’t wrap my head around a future where Ushijima doesn’t play volleyball. And as a side-note, I’m not an expert, I just thought this would be fun

Iwaizumi

- No offence to the other two, but I feel like Iwaizumi would have the best social skills out of the three of them

- If anybody of them were to have the idea to start a business together, it would probably be him. They’d probably be acquaintances with each other, he knows Ushijima because Oikawa hates him and probably met Asahi somehow through Kageyama (HIGHKEY HC THAT IWAIZUMI AND KAGEYAMA HAVE A GREAT FRIENDSHIP BUT THEY’RE JUST NOT VERY VOCAL ABOUT IT AND OIKAWA GETS SALTY)

- They have Kiyoko as an assistant who takes care of the regular stuff, but Iwaizumi sometimes takes orders for customers who want super specific things (one time this dude wanted 20 revolving bookcases that hid secret rooms around his house. It took Ushijima and Iwaizumi 3 months to complete them all)

- Like Ushijima, don’t see him having a specialty? I think he mostly just does the in between stuff

- Ushijima is fine with doing house calls for literally everything except for kitchen cabinets (rip the kitchen cabinet incident of 2018), so Iwaizumi takes care of those

- Also keeps everyone sane and on task, chases away all the Karen’s

- Mostly does customized furniture. Ushijima will do most of the basic stuff, while Iwaizumi polishes it and does the finer details like if there’s any designs that he needs to carve

- Just? An? All-rounder? Loves creating things, it’s therapeutic for him (gives him a break from Oikawa) and he likes creating things that are tangible, like how in volleyball you can feel the ball and are really present

- Oikawa has definitely stopped by before. He met Tendou one time and now it’s their personal goal to annoy Iwaizumi and Ushijima as much as possible

- You CANNOT tell me that Iwaizumi Perfect Husband Material Hajime does not cook or bake, I refuse to believe this

- Sometimes brings in food for the gang and has definitely purposely made milk bread on days when Oikawa has plans just to spite him

- The garbage can in the corner of his studio has “Oikawa” written on it and is used solely for when he wants to scrap an idea

- Has a shelf filled with different small trinkets he’s made when bored and some pictures (even one of Oikawa except Iwaizumi would rather die than tell him that)

- His workspace is actually the most comfy? He probably gets headaches from Oikawa a lot, and likes to feel relaxed when working, so he has a really nice chair and a couch with blankets in case he stays late and is too tired to go home

- It’s not overly nice though, or he’d never get Oikawa to leave. It’s just a nice room with a few personal touches but still keeps the productive atmosphere

- Unlike Asahi, is not afraid of threatening to use any knives he may have lying around to scare off Oikawa

- People love him? He’s just really polite and also makes sure to explain everything and offer fair prices

Asahi

- As we all know, despite his appearance, he really is a soft guy

- I think out of the three of them, Asahi would also be the most artistically inclined, definitely very detail-oriented and loves working on smaller-scale projects 

- So less of your traditional carpenter or construction worker carpenter, more like a woodworker than anything else

- Probably does a lot of nature-inspired works and things that are more for display purposes

- Specializes in birdhouses and cuckoo clocks, loves to add flower details on the side

- During Christmas, he gets flooded with orders for Christmas tree ornaments, to the point where there are people preordering all the way in July (trust me, everything Asahi makes is very very pretty and worth preordering that far in advance)

- His workroom faces a forest and the window is always open because he claims the fresh air helps him concentrate

- Loves to work outside, although it’s a little hard for him because he has so much equipment and of course it rains just when he’s set up outside

- Also takes nature walks during his breaks to get more inspiration

- Gets a little shy when talking to customers so tends to stay holed up in his workroom, but also loves hearing their thoughts on the finished product

- Sometimes scares customers when they see a 6’ tall guy holding a knife, but it’s just for his whittling!!!

Ushijima

- I get the feeling he’s the most likely to work on a construction site

- But bc I want the three of them to work in the same business, bc I could kinda see that happening, let’s say that he mostly does their maintenance and assembly work

- But does sometimes do temp work as a side job to help out crews that might be missing people

- Mostly, he’d do the house to house repairs and large furniture like tables and chairs. Also does flooring and dabbles in roof retiling 

- I think he’d probably start out in the business if his dad or someone else he really respected did carpentry before him, and he thought that since he looked up to them, he should follow in their footsteps

- Don’t see him having a real specialty? He’s just known for being really good at basically everything, like he is with volleyball, and for being strong

- Like Asahi, can’t actually interact with the customers

- He’s not a huge fan of small talk, so often intimidates the customers bc of his silence (really he just doesn’t know how to respond it if he’s supposed to)

- His workspace isn’t very pretty, but it’s organized and functional. Probably doesn’t have anything personal there, but there’s a pile of shounen jump that Tendou updates weekly so that he can have someone to talk to about manga

- Ultimately this backfires since Ushijima ends up just reading the ads, but Tendou keeps it up for the day when he can convince Ushijima to finally read manga

- Jokes on him, Ushijima does read manga, although it’s exclusively shoujo

Honestly? Their personalities may not be the most complimentary, but they work well together and I can see them being pretty good friends after awhile. Ushijima will probably never stop bringing up the Shiratorizawa thing to Oikawa though lmao

[buckyownsmyheart]

Duty [1/12]

CHAPTER 1: Reaching an Understanding

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None! Maybe baby swear words

Series Summary: Ex-army doctor, and now on-mission-for-the-Avengers doctor, Major (Y/n) (Y/l/n), had prepared herself for anything. That was, of course, until she met a devastatingly charming Sergeant from Brooklyn with a quick wit and a kind smile. I wonder what will happen.

Series Masterlist

Prologue

The next day, things in the briefing room were a little tense. A feeling of unease spread through you as you walked into the room, trying to ignore the subdued murmurs and eyes tracking your movements from agents, healthcare professionals and Avengers alike. You steeled yourself against their gazes, daring anyone to question your integrity before Nick Fury quietened the chatter from beside you. 

“Some of you have already met your new on-mission doctor, Major (Y/n) (Y/l/n), and those who haven’t will have heard about her. She will be helping us keep healthy from now on. There will still be the same team here in the medical bay, but she’s the needed add-on. Any questions?” 

Before anyone had the chance to form a thought that might lead to a question, he continued. “Alright, dismissed. Avengers I need you to remain behind for further briefing and report clarification.” There is a jostling and scraping of chairs as the agents leave the room. 17 gives you a wink on their way out before the room becomes quiet once more.

Fury eyed the room. “Your recent infiltration into the HYDRA camp was successful in giving us insight into their new project, but that’s as far as the success goes. I don’t want a fuck up like this again.” He distributed updated files around the table, and you took the closest seat, next to Black Widow. Looking down at the classified file, you weren’t sure you were meant to be reading this but opened it anyway, your curiosity beating your wish to abide by any rules. And you read.

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S.H.I.E.L.D CLASSIFIED

PROJECT: MOONSHINE, (accessory to HYDRA), 05 SEPT 2019

Named after the technically legal, but often lethal, home-brewed alcohol, HYDRA have created a facility now known to be located within the EUREKA RESEARCH FACILITY in ELLESMERE ISLAND, 79°59′20″N 085°56′27″W. The base, previously owned by the Canadians before HYDRA took over, is secluded and only reachable by jet, with food, fuel and other supplies brought every 6 months.

Recent information has shown their proceedings, including images [see page 3 through 5] of their testing on human subjects, in an attempt to produce the same effect as the serum, successfully trialled on Steven G. Rogers, but by forms of mutilation and pain endurance, as recreating the serum, as shown on James B. Barnes, was deemed unsuccessful in producing the desired effect.

The methods include electrotherapy, fire exposure, exhaustion and debilitation techniques. These hope to push the cells within the body to mutate themselves to survive the conditions. 

TOP SECRET SPECIAL HANDLING ONLY

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You looked up to Fury, reeling a little from the information. You shifted in your seat as it felt too hard and your feet placed uncomfortably on the floor. You hadn’t reached the pictures yet but had a good enough guess as to what they contained.

“We’re working with the Secret Intelligence Service, or MI-6, on this.” Fury reported and looked to you as he said it, “They’re working with our team to find out more. Until then we can only wait. Major, you’re dismissed.”

You stood up, maybe a little too quickly, and walked out the door before you were given any more files. You walked to your quarters and flopped onto the bed. Rubbing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try to try and rid them of tiredness, and make your brain deal with the new information. There had always been people capable of causing such pain, but the thought of people intentionally inflicting that sort of torture on many people was enough to make your stomach turn, and you considered yourself to have a pretty strong stomach. In an attempt to distract yourself, you decided to head down to the medical bay, trying to familiarise yourself with your new surroundings and try and lessen the stares people had given you being the new girl. You rolled out of bed, not daring to look in the mirror and walked back out of your room.

Two flights of stairs and several corridors filled with loud colourful art later, you found the bay. The set up was much like a normal hospital ER, with a bleak looking desk at the front. Someone was scribbling frantically behind it, the bags under her eyes indicating their understaffing and overworking, a permanent feature of any healthcare professional, apparently even if they worked for billionaires. She looked up as you approached and gently returned the smile you gave her. 

“Hi Major, what can I help you with?” Her voice carried a slight roughness to it, but not in an unpleasant way. It was an oddly comforting husk that made you feel like she would have perfect control of any situation that arose.

“Hi Angie,” you smiled, reading her name badge. “I wanted to get acquainted with everything, see what’s what and how you guys run things. I’d love to help out as much as possible.”

“Would you meet the people who run the show?” she drummed her fingers on top of the now closed folder, “Dr Cho is currently with someone, but I can find some of the team?" 

Before you could answer, her eyes flickered to something behind you, causing you to turn and see what she was looking at. Your eyes met with piercing blue ones and you couldn’t help but give a sigh.

“Hey Doc,” Bucky Barnes grinned sheepishly, “Been given orders to have my arm re-looked at, would you be able to help?”

Narrowing your eyes at him you turned back to Angie to ask for her opinion, but she was already holding out a file that had a printed ‘James B. Barnes’ on the top.

“Room 4 is empty,” Angie gesturing to a room with the same unbothered air as she busied herself with other tasks, but you thought you could see the trace of a smile. You realised you weren’t going to get any more help on this one, and so opened his file, pretending it had something to do with his current injury. In reality it was a record of his previous injuries, and had zero relevance at the moment, but it kept your hands busy and felt it made you look important and not like you would rather be anywhere else but stuck in a room with him. You made the short walk into room 4, not looking to see if he had followed you, and sat in the chair in front of the computer. When you had fortified your composure, you turned to him. He was sitting on the bed, idly playing with sheet covering it, and now seeing his open face and off-guard composure, there was no ignoring how good-looking he was. He had changed from his tactical gear into a plain red Henley that stretched over his chest, and you could see the strain of the trousers he wore, their blue bringing out his eyes in a way that should be illegal. You averted your eyes and coughed a little, trying to rid the frog that had managed to wind its way into your throat.

He interrupted your train of thoughts, “I’m sorry for yesterday.” You looked back at him with surprise, not expecting an apology. “I was rude to you and I didn’t give you a chance before immediately dismissing you.” He didn’t break eye contact, and in an attempt to distract yourself from the unusual things your stomach was doing, you tried to drop your rigid glare into something you hoped was more comforting and busied yourself washing your hands. 

“It’s alright. I’ve been underestimated my whole life; I’ve now learnt not to take it personally.” You looked up and met his gaze. “C’mon Sergeant, let me see how much I hashed up that arm,” you saw his shoulders drop a few inches. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all, you knew you had a tendency to be a little defensive at times. After peeling the bandage back, you couldn’t help but murmur a few exclamations as all you saw was faint pink section of skin. A small yellowing scab and peeling of the skin around the edges were the only indicators of any injury.

“Perhaps you’re a better doctor than you think,” Bucky said, giving a small laugh. A small smile wormed its way onto your face.

“Mind if I poke around it a bit?” You glanced up at Bucky, “Why did they even send you down here? It’s healed perfectly.”

“Not at all, all yours.”

You worked your fingers around the edges of the wound, massaging the skin and seeing it whiten and then pink, showing signs of healthy tissue and vessels. You felt Bucky’s eyes on you, but had to resist the temptation to look up, otherwise you might fall right into them.

“It’s amazing,” you confessed to him, “I can still feel the dissolvable stitches I put in there but everything else has healed completely. You would expect this sort of recovery within 12 weeks, not 14 hours.” 

“I’ve never seen it heal as fast as this," He motioned to his arm. "Steve and I would have been a little less uptight at the whole situation if we knew.” 

He nodded to the desk, where you had placed his file.

“All the information on my healing and other enhancements,” he said, his tone had hardened slightly, “Are all in there,”

“Oh, the doctors here have already tested you for this sort of thing?”

“Not the doctors here.”

You looked up at him and your face fell with realisation, of course HYDRA had kept records on him. Sympathy and pity gripped your heart, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

He snapped at you suddenly, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not broken, and I don’t need your pity.” You knew he wasn’t pissed off at you, he was pissed at the situation, but doesn’t mean his words didn’t sting you a little bit. Bucky yanked down his sleeve and stood up quickly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You reached over and gathered the bandage from the bed next to where he had been sitting, “I don’t think you’re broken. You’re healing, there’s a difference.” You looked into his eyes, trying to convey the sincerity you felt with those words. When he didn’t move, you offered a truce, “Let me take out a few of those stitches on top. It might be a bit more comfortable for you.” He nodded and silently took one of the spare chairs. He did have the grace to look a little ashamed at his outburst, but you figured asking for a second apology in 10 minutes would be a bit too much.

You were quiet as you cut the offending sutures, and when you were done, Bucky pulled down his sleeve and spoke, his voice soft, “Umm, you uh-, you figured out how to use Stark’s coffee machines yet?”

“Not yet,” you laughed, “Haven’t been brave enough if I’m honest. Never seen so many damn buttons on a machine in my life!” 

He gave you a small chuckle, “How about I show you? To make up for being an ass. Today and yesterday. I know all doctors and soldiers have a sweet spot for coffee.”

You smiled, he was trying to make amends and you appreciated that. “Lead the way, Sarge.”

-

“You press this button, and then the water should come through this part, and you get your regular filter coffee. Tastes exactly like it did in the 40s, better even,” Bucky said as he pressed the button. Steaming hot air jetted out of one of the pipes on the side, singeing a hole in Bucky’s shirt and exposing the glint of his metal arm as he swore profusely at the machine, and then at his shirt for good measure. It had become apparent in the past 30 minutes that as much as Bucky claimed to be able to work the coffee machine, he actually had as much of an idea as you, potentially even less.

“Looks like it’s going really well for you Terminator,” Sam Wilson entered the kitchen, and as he caught sight of you, he smiled and extended out a hand. “Hi, we sort of met in the quinjet, but I’m Sam.”

You took it, “(Y/n), nice to meet you. You don’t by any chance know how to work this machine? Half-robot over here is about to blow something up.”

Sam laughed and wandered over to where you were stood, pressed a few buttons on the side, and coffee started dripping into the jug. He turned to you and quipped, “You’re really trusting old-man over here with showing you something technological? For someone quite intelligent, you don’t seem very smart.”

You leaned back and laughed at his comment, Bucky however, looked put-out.

He glared over at him, “What do you want, Wilson?” 

“Steve is looking for you down in the boxing ring, says he’s ready to kick your ass again.”

You looked at Bucky, “Steve beats you in a fight?” Then grinned over at Sam as annoyance crossed Bucky’s face.

“Not today he won’t,” Bucky grumbled as he trudged away from the coffee machine, muttering incoherently except for a few words that I’m not sure Steve would appreciate hearing. 

As you enjoyed the bitter and warm smell of fresh coffee, Dr Bruce Banner walked into the kitchen and gave you a warming smile. He too pressed a few buttons on the machine, and a green froth fell into his mug.

“It’s so good to have an actual medical doctor on the team, they all kept coming to me on the battlefield,” he gestured around him, as if the Avengers were all there, “With life-threatening injuries! Expecting me to patch them up and send them on their way! I only dealt with tropical diseases in India! It was an entirely different thing!”

Sam turned to him, “You’re meant to be a genius Banner, what’s the use of your 7 PhDs if you can’t do anything useful with them?”

You laughed at the interaction, “It’s a pleasure to be on the team, happy to help in any way I can.” You paused, contemplating your next words carefully. “This might be a bit invasive, but what’s the deal with Sergeant Barnes? Is he normally this grumpy?”

Sam looked up at you, but it was Bruce who answered. “He’s still getting used to being able to be the good guy. I think he feels he doesn’t deserve it and so lashes out before anyone else can push him away first. He doesn’t like letting people in. Took Sam a bit of time to figure that out too.”

Sam laughed softly, “He’s the biggest damn grump I’ve ever met, but underneath he’s also a softie and an idiot. Give him time, he’ll be more bearable.”

You just nodded, pondering what they had both said. It made sense, he was still decompressing and figuring things out, maybe you could let him off the hook for being such an ass. You stayed in the kitchen for an hour or so with Sam and Bruce, getting the inside knowledge on the Avengers, the ins-and-outs of the compound and where to find the best bagels nearby. If you were wondering, it’s the deli on the right as you exit the compound.

“Right,” You turned to the two men, “I've been avoiding my unpacking, so I should probably get going, but it was lovely meeting you both properly, and thanks for all the information, I reckon I’ve got enough to blackmail the whole team now.” You said with a wink before walking out the door, waving over your shoulder.

-

In your room, your bags stared at you, lying on the floor, daring you to open them. You stared right back at them. You had been caught in this gridlock for the past 10 minutes and couldn’t quite find it in yourself to begin the task. You reprimanded your lack of motivation, and you had just managed to open your bag and sat on the floor, trying to organise some of your junk. You looked at the photos you had brought along, and they made your insides smile. There were some of you and your brother, the rest of your family, and some of your old army section and other friends. You felt a twist of guilt as you realised you hadn’t rung them yet to let them know you had arrived. Your brother, being a hacker, probably could find out that information if he was really concerned, but you felt bad if it got to that. 

After a quick text letting them know you were safe and happy and that you would ring them later, you found yourself being drawn to your gym clothes. Maybe you should be checking out all the facilities that the compound had to offer. It would seem rude not to. Not because a certain someone who had captured your attention was probably still down there, sweating a little and most likely looking quite good. Not at all. You would never. Trying to move your thoughts away before they became slightly perverted, you pulled on some kit, letting your dog tags hang out in the open, clattering on your chest as you made your way down.

The gym was pretty standard, with weights and machines in one corner, cardio down the far wall, and free space with various mats and equipment dotted around. What drew you was the small boxing ring and punching bags dangling from the ceiling in the opposite corner. Unfortunately, no sign of Bucky. Not that he was the sole reason you were down here. You began to wrap your hands and after a quick warm-up you started jabbing at the bag, getting a feel for it again, before tightening your muscles and pushing yourself a bit harder.

“Not sure the bag is good enough for you Major,” Bucky spoke from behind you, appearing out of nowhere and making you jump, “think you might need a more challenging opponent.”

You let up on the bag, steadying it with one hand, “You offering yourself up, Sergeant? Is Steve that much better than you that you’re going to sink to my level?”

“Not sure the bag would agree with that statement, you were giving it a harder time than Steve and I put together,” He provoked, patting the bag with a pretend sympathetic gesture. “I would like to think I could put up a better fight than the bag though.”

Steve rounded the corner, from what you assumed was the changing rooms, and addressed Bucky. “I’ve seen her file Buck, let’s just say she would have had you nose-deep in mud in the 40s. And I’m not going to be putting my money on you today.” You grinned at Steve.

“Alright, it’s on.” You paused, straightening up and chucking him a pair of gloves from a nearby bench, “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you just because you’ve got a pretty face.” And with that, you parted the ropes and jumped into the ring.

Chapter 2

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