#Dinner Date

[gleafer]

Reposting this because I love it.

That’s it. That’s the reason.

[quitebashfulexe]

The domestic comics are taking over >:)

[daily-deliciousness]

Bacon wrapped filet mignon

[msterpicasso]

@1elyse

[moniqueesworld]

(Mood board) Date night out.

[gvldenhourr]

[softsimming]

You're my greatest jewel in life. I can't wait until you're my wife..

[dalsofile]

dinner date night

You and Nayeon enjoy a romantic dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant, then continue the evening with playful homemade pasta-making and conversations at home.

tags :: romance, date night, candle lit dinner, cooking together

wc :: 1,859

cast :: y/n, nayeon

song :: someday i'll find my way home - carol & tuesday

You and Nayeon had been eagerly anticipating this dinner date night for weeks. The excitement had been building ever since you decided to spend a special evening together at a quaint, candle-lit Italian restaurant nestled away in a quiet corner of the city. You both wanted a setting that was intimate and romantic, a place where you could unwind and enjoy each other’s company without the distractions of everyday life.

As you approached the restaurant, the soft glow from the flickering candles in the window promised an inviting ambiance. The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering pasta sauces, mingling with the subtle scent of herbs and spices. It felt like the restaurant was already setting the stage for a perfect evening.

The host greeted you warmly and led you to a cozy table near the window. The table was adorned with a delicate lace tablecloth and a single candle in a polished brass holder, its light dancing softly across the surface. Nayeon, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for you, and you smiled appreciatively as you took your seat.

“This place is even more charming than I imagined,” you said, looking around at the cozy, romantic setting.

Nayeon smiled, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. “I’m glad you think so. I wanted this night to be special for us.”

You both perused the menu with a sense of anticipation. After a brief but pleasant deliberation, you decided on a bottle of the finest red wine – a choice that seemed fitting for the occasion.

“To us,” Nayeon said, raising her glass in a toast.

“To us,” you echoed, clinking your glasses together. The deep ruby red of the wine caught the candlelight and cast a warm glow over your faces.

The night unfolded with a sense of ease and joy. You shared stories, your laughter intertwining with the soft strains of music playing in the background. Every now and then, your fingers brushed across the table, and you exchanged sweet, lingering kisses that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“This is the perfect evening,” you said, gazing into Nayeon’s eyes.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Nayeon replied, a smile playing on her lips. “Everything about tonight feels right.”

The food arrived, and it was nothing short of divine. You began with a fresh Caprese salad, the tomatoes and mozzarella perfectly complemented by a drizzle of balsamic glaze. Each bite was a burst of flavor.

“This salad is amazing,” you said, savoring another bite. “It’s like a taste of summer.”

Nayeon nodded in agreement. “I’m glad you like it. The tomatoes are so fresh; I think that’s what makes it so delicious.”

For the main course, you decided to share a creamy risotto and a perfectly cooked steak. The risotto was rich and buttery, with just the right amount of seasoning, while the steak was tender and juicy, melting in your mouth with every bite.

“This steak is cooked to perfection,” Nayeon said, cutting a piece of the steak and offering it to you on her fork.

You took a bite and moaned in delight. “I couldn’t agree more. It’s like heaven.”

Dessert was a highlight of the meal – a decadent tiramisu that was as beautiful as it was delicious. The layers of coffee-soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone cream created a symphony of flavors.

“This tiramisu is out of this world,” you said, your eyes widening in amazement.

Nayeon grinned. “I’m glad you think so. I was hoping it would be a perfect end to the meal.”

As you left the restaurant, the effects of the wine were beginning to make themselves known. Your steps were a bit wobbly, and your laughter rang out freely in the quiet streets. The city lights twinkled above, casting a magical glow over the surroundings.

“This night has been incredible,” Nayeon said, slipping her hand into yours.

“I know,” you replied, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ve had such a great time.”

When you arrived back at your cozy apartment, the night was still young, and the fun was far from over. Nayeon, with her cheeks flushed from the wine, suggested continuing the evening by cooking something together. The idea of making homemade pasta seemed both romantic and practical, and you agreed wholeheartedly.

“Homemade pasta sounds perfect,” you said, your eyes lighting up with excitement. “It’ll be fun.”

“I thought you might like that,” Nayeon replied with a wink. “Let’s get to it!”

You made your way to the kitchen, your movements slightly unsteady but filled with excitement. As you rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, pulling out ingredients with clumsy hands, it was clear that this would be no ordinary cooking session.

“Where did I put the rolling pin?” you wondered aloud, digging through a drawer.

“Here, let me help,” Nayeon said, reaching over and finding it for you. “I think we’ve got this, even if it gets a little messy.”

The kitchen soon filled with your laughter and playful banter. Nayeon, attempting to knead the pasta dough, ended up with flour on her nose and a bit of dough stuck to her hands.

“You look like a pastry chef from a cartoon,” you said, laughing as you saw Nayeon’s comical appearance.

“Hey, I’m just getting into character,” Nayeon replied with a playful grin. “At least the dough’s turning out well.”

As you prepared the pasta, Nayeon leaned in close to you, her breath warm against your ear. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her words slightly slurred but filled with genuine affection.

You blushed and turned to meet Nayeon’s gaze. “You’re making me blush,” you said with a smile. Your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, the warmth of your love mingling with the warmth of the kitchen.

Your playful antics continued as you cooked. Nayeon accidentally dropped a bit of pasta dough on the counter, causing both of you to burst into fits of giggles.

“Oops! That was a bit of a mess,” Nayeon said, chuckling as she tried to clean up the dough.

“You’re doing great,” you reassured her, grabbing a cloth to help clean up. “And besides, the mess just means we’re having fun.”

You playfully floured Nayeon’s hair, and soon, you were both covered in a comical mix of flour and dough, your kitchen resembling a chaotic, joyful mess.

“Now we’re truly pasta chefs,” Nayeon said, grinning as she looked at your flour-covered faces.

Despite the disarray, you managed to prepare a delicious homemade pasta dish. You cooked the pasta to perfection, and Nayeon made a rich, savory tomato sauce with a touch of garlic and basil. The kitchen smelled amazing, and you couldn’t wait to taste the fruits of your labor.

“This pasta is incredible,” you said, taking a bite of the dish. “I think we’ve outdone ourselves.”

“I have to agree,” Nayeon said, savoring a forkful of the pasta. “It tastes even better because we made it together.”

You sat down at the kitchen table, your fingers sticky with sauce, and fed each other bites of the warm, comforting pasta. Each bite was accompanied by a kiss, a giggle, or a whispered sweet nothing, making the simple act of eating homemade pasta a cherished part of your evening.

“This is my favorite part of the night,” Nayeon said, looking into your eyes. “Just being here with you.”

“I feel the same way,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection. “It’s perfect.”

As the night wore on, you found yourselves sitting on the kitchen floor, leaning against each other, your hands intertwined. Nayeon looked at you, her eyes filled with love and contentment.

“This has been the best night ever,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

You smiled and kissed her gently. “I couldn’t agree more,” you replied. You stayed there for a while, savoring the moment, knowing that no matter what, you had each other. The warmth of your connection was palpable, and the love you felt for each other was a comforting presence in your lives.

After some time, you got up to start cleaning the kitchen, still giggling as you glanced over at Nayeon, who was attempting to help but mostly just getting in the way.

“I’m trying to be useful,” Nayeon said with a mock-serious tone as she handed you a sponge. “But I think I’m just making more of a mess.”

“You’re doing great,” you said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t want to be cleaning up this mess without you.”

Nayeon, determined to be useful, decided to make some hot chocolate. She carefully heated the milk on the stove, adding cocoa powder and sugar, and stirred it slowly. The rich aroma of the hot chocolate filled the kitchen, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the evening.

“Hot chocolate should help us unwind after all this cooking,” Nayeon said, pouring the steaming drink into mugs.

“Perfect idea,” you said, taking a sip of the rich, comforting beverage. “This is just what we need.”

Once the hot chocolate was ready, you sat back down at the table, sipping the warm drink. Nayeon reached out and took your hand, your fingers intertwining. “I love you,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Nayeon. “I love you too,” you replied, your voice equally tender. You sat there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the peacefulness of the moment.

Eventually, you decided to move to the living room, where you cuddled up on the couch under a soft blanket. Nayeon rested her head on your shoulder, feeling completely content.

“This has been the perfect end to a perfect night,” Nayeon said, her voice soft and content.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. “I’m so happy we had this time together.”

You talked about your dreams and plans for the future, your words filled with hope and love. Each conversation brought you closer, deepening your connection and reinforcing your commitment to each other.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourselves growing sleepy. You made your way to the bedroom, where you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle light over the room, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

Nayeon wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

You snuggled closer, your heart full of love. “Goodnight,” you replied softly, your voice carrying a promise of affection and devotion.

You fell asleep in each other’s arms, your breaths falling into a synchronized rhythm as you drifted off to dreamland. The night was filled with the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the blankets, a comforting reminder of the love you shared and the joy of spending such a perfect evening together.

In your dreams, you danced through a world of endless possibilities, your hearts forever intertwined. The night you had spent together was a beautiful chapter in your love story, a memory you would cherish and hold close as you continued to build your future together.

[hypnogogyc]

heeyyyy i'm gonna need you to die slowly and fearfully real quick

[her-stars]

clinging to heart shaped valentine's energy 💌🩷💗

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[aemondloverr]

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜

Pairing: Marc w/a little Steven+Jake X FemReader

Synopsis: Marc is your boyfriend of 3 years. You started slow the first year and he had lots of boundaries but he was trying. You know he’s been hurt before. However the second year, he started to pull away. Your relationship is getting weaker, and it seems like all he thinks about is Layla, his ex wife.

Contents: Angst, arguing, slightly drunk!Reader, jealous reader.

Wc: 2.1k ish

Proof read? Y’all know me. Hell naww (if there’s mistakes I’m sorry😔)

AN: Ngl, some of the lines Lowkey sound cringe to me but this is my first time writing angst so…😭

Every other night, Marc said her name in his sleep. “Layla..” he’d mumble.

You knew of his sleeping issues, his nightmares, his past with her. He still missed her and you couldn't bear the thought that he missed her more than he loved you.

As your relationship went on, it seemed like he was…less there, distant;Emotionally, mentally, and physically. Spacing out for long periods of time, not paying attention to what you're saying, or just tuning you out and ignoring you. He argued with you more frequently, not even over reasonable things. He’d say he was going out for work stuff and you knew, you had a gut feeling that he was lying to you. Tonight was no different.

*****

It was around 5 pm and it was already starting to get dark so you figured it was a good idea to get started on dinner. Just as you walked into the kitchen from the couch, Marc came out of your shared bedroom, dressed with a coat and hat on. It seemed like he was rushing, eager to leave the house.

Marc slipped on his boots and grabbed a small bag but as he unlocked the door, you turned around and interrupted him.

“Where are you going…?”

“Out. I have stuff to take care of.” His voice was barely audible but you could tell his tone was dismissive

“Please just be back before 8…okay? I wanna have dinner with you” for once, you added in your head

He looks at you but doesn’t say anything and steps out the door, slamming it shut. Taking a deep breath you get started on cooking, washing the vegetables to make his favorite vegan dish.

Steven and Jake on the other hand argue with Marc in the reflection of the glass in the window.

“You really need to listen to her…You don't want this to turn out how it did with-” Marc cuts him off abruptly.

“We don't talk about her. You know that.”

“But Steven is right and you know it marc…” Jake states

“Forget it mate…”

*****

5pm quickly became 7 and dinner was almost done. By 7:30, you were in the bedroom, changing into a dress you knew was Marc's favorite. It was form fitting and flattering to both your figure and complexion. You did your eye make up and a pretty lip combo and went to plate the food, setting out a bottle of wine with glasses on the table.

Half an hour later, it's 8 and he's still not here. Maybe it'll be different this time… you thought. But you waited there, sitting pretty in your long dress drinking wine and eating dinner. Alone. His food is getting cold.

10 pm. Still not here. You’re almost halfway through the bottle. At first you thought your relationship was perfect. How could you be so wrong? Why was he never there? Did he even love you anymore? Your mind starts to spiral as you become slightly intoxicated. Your overthinking always worried you.

You sat in the dark of the room, one leg crossed over the other, ruined mascara mixed with tears dried on your face. You didn’t even bother to pour wine into the glass anymore and just drank straight from the bottle. Every time you took a sip, the wine dripped down your chin and neck and stained your pretty dress. You read the clock. 12 am. Tears begin to pool your eyes again, but just then, The door unlocks. Marc opens the door to your shared apartment. Or Steven. Or jake. One of the three. He hoped that you were sleeping. When he saw that the room was seemingly dark and empty, he let out a breath of relief at the silence.

You interrupt the silence with your strained, shaky voice. “You’re late” you take another sip from the bottle slouched in a soft armchair. You knew it was Marc by the way he stayed silent. His breath hitched, slightly frightened by your sudden words and he quickly closed the door behind him.

“I know. I had to take care of something…” he mutters

“It’s 12 in the morning, Marc.” you reply sternly

Marcs mouth started to form an argument, but he snapped it shut. He took a deep breath, calming himself.

“I know…I'm sorry” he said inconsiderately

It took him a few seconds to notice the bottle of wine in your hand as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

“Have you been drinking…?”

You make a snarky remark “No shit. And you’re not fucking sorry. I told you to be home before 8. What the fuck Marc??” You took another large sip from the bottle.

Marc's jaw clenched as he sighed.

“I already said I'm sorry, what more do you want?!” he raised his tone at you.

He took the bottle from your hand and set it down on the table, looking down at you and your bloodshot eyes.

“Give it back” you reach for the bottle but he moves it away.

“You need to stop drinking-”

You cut him off with your words “What is wrong with you. You’re never here anymore. Ever.” You get up and snatch it from him.

Marc couldn't help but bristle at your words. You were always so stubborn. But it's because you loved him. You just wanted him to love you the same way he did before. He tried to hold in anger he felt building.

“Can we talk about this later? You're drunk”

“No, we're talking about it now. I can’t do this anymore Marc”

Marc rolled his eyes, thinking about how many times you’d said this before. He thought about the other times you were this close to actually breaking up with him…only for your words to turn into empty threats. He didn't want to get into a pointless argument this late at night.

“You’re being unreasonable and you're not in your right mind-” he raised his voice even louder than before

“I am not being unreasonable. Don’t you dare…”

Marc was fuming at this point. He took a step towards you until he was inches away from your face, smelling the wine on your breath. He wanted to scream and lash out at you, but he didn’t want to show you had an effect of him. After you showed him what real, unburdening, true, love looks like and he got scared. He got scared and pulled away. He gave you a cold shoulder that you didn't deserve.

Steven tries to calm him down from the mirror across the room. “Don’t say anything you’re gonna regret mate…” He does the exact opposite.

“You're here because you can't be anywhere else. I do everything I can for this relationship, and it's never enough for you.”

Scoffing in disbelief at his lie, you yell back. “You don’t do shit for me! I say I love you and you can’t even say it back anymore. You do NOT get to say you care!”

Now that was a low blow.

You had your finger poking right at his chest. Steven winces at your comment in the reflection. “I mean it’s true innit…Tried to tell you didn’t I?…You’re on your own now Marc.”

“Yea…you really did it this time” Jake comments too.

You tear up in frustration and hurt. Everything you've been feeling for the past few weeks is surfacing. Marc's lips tighten at the mention of it and he takes a sip out of the bottle he took from you. He didn’t think he’d have to hear that again and he knew you were right but he wouldn’t admit.

“You know why I don’t say it…”

He felt guilty, taking a step away. He didnt wanna look down at you as you looked up at him with those drunken, tear-stained eyes.

“Why?? It's because you still love Layla right?!”

Now that was a different kind of low blow. His body tensed at the mention of her name.

“Don’t you dare say her name…You know it's not that simple!! You don’t get to just throw that in my face every chance you get-”

“Yes it is,” you say, your lip quivering. You wanted to cry even more “all you do is think of her. You say her name in your sleep Marc!” He shouldn’t have been so quick to admit it, but something about the way you were looking up at him, the pain in your eyes, and the fact you were still slightly drunk made him soft. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked at you, knowing he was the cause of your hurt.

“It’s a simple question. Do you love me or not”

"Of course I love you…But that doesn't mean I'm not still heartbroken over Layla. I mean, she was my wife for Gods sake.”

“That doesn’t justify your shitty so-called ‘love’. I feel like I'm losing you…” Your tears turn black as they run through your mascara and down your face.

“I miss you...” You hesitantly grab his hands and hold them firmly in yours.

He thinks it's better to turn away and not get hurt by losing you than to be vulnerable, to take that risk again.

“It never used to be like this…before, you were there. What happened to us…?”

He pauses for a moment, tearing up. You look him in the eyes but he looks down at his feet. He wanted to prevaricate but that would only make things worse.

“I’m afraid of commitment, okay... I’m afraid to fall in love, that if I let myself feel that way again, things would end up the way they did when I was with layla”

“Why couldn't you just tell me that…? We could’ve handled it together”

“I.. thought that if I told you, you wouldn’t wanna be with me anymore. I was…”

He ran a hand through his hair, appearing stressed. He was being vulnerable with you and he wasn’t used to that…opening up to people, especially about Layla. He was really soft at heart and he’s not gonna let anyone catch him being soft…except you of course.

“I didn’t want to scare you away because I really do love you…I- It was stupid, but I promise…I promise I won’t push you away again, I’ll stop leaving, I’ll do anything…I love you”

He puts a hand on your cheek and brushes your messy hair off of your face. Tears swell in his eyes, bringing his forehead to yours. You dont reply and the two of you sit in silence for a few moments, savoring the feeling of being with him again;The way he holds you, just like way he used to before. But you can’t let it go that quickly.

“Just because you said a few words doesn't mean I can just forgive you like that…” You pull away from him and look away. “Sleep on the couch tonight please.” you walk away slowly without another word, taking his hand off of your cheek.

He doesn’t say anything more because he doesn’t want to argue, especially when you're half drunk and you both felt bad enough as it was

You go your separate ways to the couch and the bed. He stares out of the window at the moon, silently cursing Konshu in his mind, feeling the guilt of his absence. You curl up under the sheets in your wine-stained dress, no longer crying, but thinking about if he’s really going to change. Or will it just be an empty promise…

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed ittt. BTWW I’ve been SO obsessed with hotd so I definitely will be posting some Cregan fics😏🙏🏾 As always like and reblog to show supporttt

[eithielk]

Letting Zuko order for you in a restaurant

Tags: established relationship, crack idk, fluff, misunderstanding but its good bear with me

Your wonderful boyfriend is taking you out to this new restaurant down the street, call it an early celebration if you will, considering your 1-year anniversary would be in 2 days, he decided why not to celebrate early.

You stepped out of the vehicle, your red heels clacking against the cold pavement. You locked arms with Zuko, hands intertwined together as you walked towards the glass doors of the restaurant.

"Good evening, Sir... right this way please."

The waiter led you to a secluded corner of the restaurant, the interior was simply elegant and screamed luxury. Of course, nothing less from your boyfriend. After 6 months of dating him, you've simply gotten used to this kind of treatment, from your boyfriend's grand trips to priceless jewelry, you name it, he'll get it.

As you got to your table, Zuko gracefully pulled out the chair, gesturing for you to sit. You smiled at your boyfriend and his efforts to stay romantic, believe it or not, he wasn't exactly this showy on the first few months of your relationship

Oh, how far you've come.

"Y/N, what are you getting?"

"Oh... hm," You hummed slightly, grabbing ahold of the menu on the table. Scanning over the menu page, you spot over a dish that caught your attention. Salad.

You didn't usually order this, your typical choices of cuisine were pasta, or most notably chicken nuggets. So, much to your boyfriends' surprise when you had told him you wanted a salad, a look of skepticism wash over his face.

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yep!" A wide smile spread across your face, and your boyfriend was absolutely clueless.

A few minutes later, your waiter had arrived holding in hand a notebook and pen, "What will it be for you two tonight?"

"Oh, I'll have the... steak, medium rare..." Zuko's voice trailed off, as his head turns to you, fully expecting you to continue his conversation. You stayed quiet, with a smile on your face.

"—she'll have the salad."

A look of apprehension plastered on the waiter's face, as she looked at you and Zuko. She hesitated for a moment, before her eyes looked at you with concern, "Is that what you want Ma'am?"

Inwardly you couldn't contain your laughter, but you did your best to conceal your giggling, as you kept on a stoic expression. You looked at Zuko for a brief moment, his eyes didn't leave yours.

Zuko felt like it was your way of telling him to talk for you, and as naive as he was to the situation, he did what he was told.

"Yes, she'll have the salad."

The look of suspicion placed carefully on the waitress's face, her eyes went back and forth between you and Zuko. It was truly priceless when you saw the cogs turn in Zuko's head as he realized how concerning it sounded to an outsider's perspective.

Before he could even explain what was really going on, that you actually did want a salad, the waiter had promptly walked away from their table, leaving room for misunderstanding.

Silence filled the table as you looked at your boyfriend's distressed state, and you couldn't contain your laughter any longer. Bursting into a fit of giggles as your partner looked at you with a flushed expression.

"Seriously, what were you trying to do?''

His voice tried to sound annoyed, but really, he couldn't stay mad at you, as you notice a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Zuko rolled his eyes, as he crossed his arm, his eyes never leaving you.

"What am I going to do with you Y/N..?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes showed a hint of amusement at your 'prank'. You really were childish like that, but not like he'd mind, he likes how outgoing you are, and how you could always bring a smile to his face.

All this time you thought you were lucky to have found a guy like him, but really it was him that was thanking the moon and stars to have met someone as wonderful as you. He was the lucky one.

A soft smile grazed his face, bringing his hands to yours as he held them across the table. His touch, despite the rough features of his hand, felt soft against yours.

"Happy 1 year anniversary."

A/N: super rushed idk wrote this in like 30 minutes tops with lofi in the bg, lmk if theres anything wrong with the spelling or if Zuko here is OOC, I did write this with season 3 Zuko in mind but idk, also MIGHT not be posting as much since classes are starting but we'll see :P

[westcanaan82]

Put on your best dress and prepare to be spoiled. Theo has planned a romantic birthday dinner date complete with roses and wine tonight. Be sure to save room for dessert. 🍽️🍷

UPDATE: Dessert was served 😏

[avatarfan11]

Day22: Disaster

Zuko almost planned the perfect date

Katara: Thank you for this dinner date zuko your food was delicious.

Zuko: *Smilling* Just wait till you tast dessert i prepared some fruit tarts its my mothers recipe i will get it now.

Zuko: *Falls over with dessert* Oh no.

Katara: *Runs over to zuko* Zuko are you alright.

Zuko: Yeah i am sorry this turned in a disaster.

Katara: No it didnt i loved that you did all this for me *kisses zuko*

@zutaramonth

[msterpicasso]

@ceeouncess/@cee0z

[moniqueesworld]

Date Night me please (Date night attire)