#I always crave milkshakes and ice cream and then afterwards I sit here like do I even like ice cream???

[deityofhearts]

hhhh today is just. such a blah day

[reinhartiisms]

@sprousec

Cole: had just washed his hands and was beginning to knead the pasta dough that he'd just made. Well he'd made it earlier in the day and it had been resting while he and Lili went out shopping. "What kind of sauce do you feel like? I can make spaghetti, carbonara, alfredo? Any requests?" He asked Lili, getting out the pasta maker from the cupboard and beginning to turn the dough through it. The living room almost looked like a bomb had gone off in it with all the baby items they'd bought during their shopping trip and with that it really made it feel real that they were going to be having a child in just a few months. The onesies and clothing was tiny and they could add it to the tiny bunny that he and Lili had brought at christmas time. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked Lili.

Lili was busy putting away the bags her and Cole had collected over a long day of shopping when she heard Cole's question. "I'm not really in the mood for a specific noodle or sauce," she smiled at him. "Surprise me." She was too focused on trying to notate down what all they had and what all they still needed to get. It was funny how with all these bags, it looked like they had everything they needed but Lili knew they hadn't even scratched at the surface. Babies needed a lot. "Wine," she answered him wryly but let out a wistful sigh. Wine. God, she missed wine and she wasn't even a big drinker. "Water is fine." Closing her Notes app on her phone, Lili straightened up and made her way into the kitchen to join them. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, swinging her legs over the counter and sitting up on the top.

Cole: "Ooh fun, I could go really out there then" He probably wouldn't though. Lili was a bit of a pickier eater and he wanted to make something that she would actually want to eat, especially since she was pregnant and he knew she needed to keep her calories up, although not by too much. Once the pasta was finished and into nice long lengths of spaghetti, Cole put it into the bubbling water so it could cook. He pulled the ingredients out of the fridge for pesto sauce and began making that. It wouldn't take too long and hopefully Lili would like it. It had parmesan in it and you couldn't really go wrong with cheese. He looked up when Lili answered his next question and Cole gave her a smile, pushing a glass of water towards her. "You can probably have non alcoholic wines, we should try some one day if you want"

Lili wrinkled her nose and gave Cole a pout. "Oh please, there's no point of wine if it's non-alcoholic. That's like sugar free candy or dairy free ice cream. It's a crime." She picked up the glass and sipped from it, watching as he cooked. With the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his dark hair all frizzy from the heat of the kitchen, he was painting an attractive picture. It was pretty unfair. Lili squeezed her legs together at the thought and took a more vigorous swig of water. Damn baby hormones. If she wasn't crying while reading sad poems, she was getting all hot and bothered about her very unavailable ex. "So seriously, nothing I can do to help?" Lili asked, needing a distraction. "No stirrer needed? Cheese grater? Pepper shaker?"

Cole: "I mean, it'll still taste the same, it's just not got the same effects. But I get what you mean" Cole told her. She was right. It was sort of pointless, especially since most people liked the buzz they got form alcohol. Once the pasta was cooked, Cole put it to drain in the sink and then got out two bowls, the sauce was ready and he was just going to add the two of them together. "Nope, i'm all done" he answered, putting a bowl in front of the two seats at the island and then offering Lili a hand so she could get down and they could sit next to one another and eat dinner together. "What do you think?" He asked, starting on his own bowl of pasta.

Lili "Ah, once again, I am useless," Lili joked and took Cole's hand as he helped her off the counter. The dinner smelled delicious, as always. Before she could sit down, she poured herself some water and then grabbed some bread that Cole still had saved from a previous grocery store venture. It may not have been freshly baked, hot out of the oven in Italy but it'd pair nicely with the pasta. She dipped her bread in the sauce and took a bite, nodding her head. "Delicious, as always. I really need to up my cooking game." Lili had gotten a lot better over the years but she didn't get too experimental in the kitchen and tended to stick with safe dishes. "Thanks for cooking for me," she gave him a smile. "Otherwise I would've eaten something really shitty from Postmates and felt awful afterwards."

Cole: "Oh stop it, you are not. I just didn't have anything for you to do is all" Lili most definitely wasn't useless. Cole just often didn't need too much help. Pasta was easy to make and it didn't take long to cook so there really hadn't been much for anyone to do. "Welcome. It's pretty easy and most food isn't hard, you just have to be ready to fail the first few times you make a dish until you get it right" Pasta was really the only thing that Cole was super good at cooking, everything else was a bit of a gamble on whether or not it would turn out right. "Well I'm glad you stayed for dinner then. Although postmates isn't too bad, I don't think. Depending on what you get"

Lili "I don't typically get healthy food." Lili was doing a lot better eating wise when it came to being pregnant, but it was hard to avoid fries and milkshakes when they were so readily available to you. Her biggest craving lately had been chicken wings washed down with some orange soda and that wasn't exactly what the doctor recommended. She twirled some pasta around her fork and after taking a big bite of it, swallowed with her water. "Maybe you can teach me some," she asked Cole, taking another bite. "You won't always be here to cook for Brooklyn and I'd like to give her some of Dad's favorites when it's my night to have her."

Cole: Cole just continued eating his pasta as Lili spoke. At least she was aware she wasn't eating the best food and it probably wasn't enough to really do anything. "Yeah? I could definitely do that. It's really easy so i'm sure you'd have no trouble making them" Cole had learnt most of his pasta making skills from his dad who made the best pasta Cole had ever had. His Dad had learnt in Italy when he'd lived there before Cole was born so it was no wonder his Dad's skills were that good. "Yeah we're definitely screwed if she doesn't like pasta" Cole joked, drinking from his cup of water. "Not that we have to worry about that for a while at least"

Lili "Sounds good," Lili smiled at Cole. As helpful as Cole was being throughout her entire pregnancy, Lili knew that eventually she'd have to stop depending on him. They were going to be parents together, but she was going to be a single mother nevertheless. She couldn't lean on Cole to provide everything for her or for Brooklyn. "As long as she's not vegan, that's all that matters. Mads keeps telling her that meat is evil and if our baby comes out wanting only organic mush, I'm gonna make Mads change every dirty diaper." Lili smirked at Cole as she said this and took another bite. "But I'm guessing the only thing she'll want is milk for a while so you're right, we've got time." Lili just hoped breastfeeding wasn't the nightmare it seemed to be for other women.

Cole: "It does. Although I don't think babies can be vegan anyways right? If you're breastfeeding then they're still getting milk from something. Unless they have soy formula or whatever" So long as Brooklyn was happy and healthy then that was all Cole could really have wanted and he was just going to support whatever Lili wanted to do as best he could. This was a whole other ball game that they'd really have to learn about, pregnancy was one thing but everything that came after Brooklyn was born was something else entirely. They could just take it all as it came. After his bowl was finished and Cole had drained the last of the water from his cup, he stood up, stacking the dishwasher with whatever he could fit inside it. "So, do you want me to walk you home? Or..you could stay? You can borrow some clothes and we can sort though the bags we got earlier?" He offered.

Lili "Sshh." Lili placed her hand over Cole's mouth, dramatically widening her eyes. "No more v word around this child. Too much damage has been done already." She gave Cole a little wink and as she saw him standing to collect the dishes, handed hers over. She felt comfortably full. Draining the last of her water, Lili stood up and watched as Cole bent down to put away the dishes. Domestic. So domestic. Daddy Cole vibes already..it really wasn't fair. She let out a little sigh and pointed towards the bathroom as he began to ask her a question. "I think I'm just gonna freshen myself up." She wanted to brush her teeth so she didn't have pasta breath and her cheeks could use some cold water to wake her up to reality. Her and Cole were /friends/. Just f r i e n d s. She shut the bathroom door behind her, splashed her face with some water, and squeezed some toothpaste on her finger as she scrubbed her teeth. Stupid Cole being so sweet and charming and sexy and domestic.

Cole: "Alright" Cole chuckled and filled the dishwasher with Lili's dishes before turning it on and beginning to give the hand wash only dishes a quick scrub to put onto the drying rack. "Okay" He nodded at Lili's next words and watched her leave. He still wasn't sure if she was planning on going anywhere or whether she wanted to stay over. Something that seemed to be happening more and more lately. Cole didn't mind. It was a lot nicer than being alone in bed all the time and Lili seemed to sleep well at his place so he was happy that she seemed to be getting some rest which was always a good thing. Walking into his own room and shutting the door, Cole changed out of his jeans and into some sweats, swapping his jumper for a plain singlet. The heater was blasting in the apartment so Cole didn't feel like he needed much else. He left some clothes out that Lili could change into if she wanted and then moved into the lounge room. Most of the baby things were sorted by where they'd been bought but Cole was going to make piles of what they had, clothes, blankets, gadgets etc just so they'd be able to sort them easily later.

Lili didn't immediately leave the restroom. She snooped a little. Opening up Cole's bathroom cabinet, she snorted at the pack of condoms, unscrewed some tops of colognes and smelled them, and nodded approvingly at the skincare products Chrissy had sent him. He was keeping up with his skin care regime, good boy. It wasn't until Lili figured Cole would think that she fell into the toilet that she finally washed her hands one last time for good measure, and opened the door. She could see into Cole's bedroom and saw that he had laid out some clothes for her. Sweet. Incredibly annoying that he was being so attentive and sweet and emotionally unavailable to her but..sweet. She shed her clothes and slipped on his shirt, seeing that it fell mid thigh and deciding to skip the sweats. It was too hot in his apartment anyways. She ran a hand through her hair and tousled it before coming back out to see Cole looking through the bags. "Whatcha doing?" She asked him, leaning against the doorframe of his living room.

Cole: "Cole hadn't even realised Lili had left the bathroom so when she spoke from just to the side of him, Cole just about jumped out of his skin, placing a hand on his heart "You gave me a heart attack" He told her with a smile, "And I'm sorting making piles in the bags of what we have. I figured if we had a different bag for a different category then when we got shopping later, it'll be easier to sort through that way as well. We're definitely going to need some more clothes probably but I think we did pretty good today" At least they had a few of the basic necessities. He looked up to Lili as he spoke his last few words, taking note of her outfit. She looked...hot in his t-shirt. She always had. Lili being in his clothes had always been a turn on and it had been endless when they had been dating. It was different now, especially that she was pregnant but she still looked just as good in his shirts, bump and all.

Lili bit her lip, laughing. "Sorry, scaredy pants," she teased. She hadn't known Cole was that deep in concentration. She straightened up and went to go sit down next to him, seeing the careful piles and arrangements he had already made. It wasn't something she was very interested in but she still perused through them, remembering what they had bought. "I feel like clothes are tricky because who knows how big she'll be and how much she'll grow," Lili told him as she carefully folded a onesie she had picked up and then placed back in the bag. "And some stuff we can order. I saw a few cribs I liked and bookmarked, I'll show you later. But I think we got a lot of essentials." They had almost everything that was needed on the 'baby's first checklist' PDF Lili had found and printed. She glanced back up to see Cole staring at her and she smiled. "What are you looking at?"

Cole: “Yeah we don’t know how big she’ll be but I don’t think she’ll be huge. Maybe long” Cole was pretty tall and Lili wasn’t super short so it was probably easy to assume that Brooklyn could possibly fall somewhere in the middle. His cheeks flushed when he realised Lili was looking at him and Cole had been too intent on looking at her to realise. He could’ve said ‘nothing and waved off an excuse but it felt like Lili had already caught him. “Just you” he told her honestly and moved closer to press a kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, his cheeks were redder still. “Sorry, just ignore I ever did that” Cole didn’t really think Lili would mind but it was a dangerous game to play with both their feelings.

Lili closed her eyes as Cole moved in to kiss her. It was both expected and unexpected; she recognized his soft looks, but he didn't normally go past more than sweet words when it came to them lately. Cole was much more restrained than Lili was. When he pulled back, she licked her lips and shook her head. "You can't apologize for kissing me," she told him with furrowed brows and then moved into kiss him again. "You either want to kiss me or you don't. Make up your mind, Cole." Lili's tone was teasing but they both knew the serious undertone of her statement. It also didn't help that Cole smelled really good and was really warm and that Lili's fingers were now moving through his longer strands of hair as she got closer to his face than she had in a while. "But if you're not going to kiss me, I'm going home because I am so damn horny and you're not helping by being..you."

Cole: “Yes I can. I just did” Cole smirked and shut his eyes as Lili moved to kiss him again. It was a struggle constantly for Cole to not kiss Lili, especially as he always wanted to, much much more than what he ended up acting on. “I always want to kiss you” He told her. One of his hands was moving down her back, the soft of his shirt coupled with the warmth of her skin was making it hard to stop. “Don’t worry, I intend on finishing what I started” He replied, moving in to kiss her once again.

Lili "You're talking too much," Lili said before Cole shut her up with his mouth. As much as Lili loved what Cole had to say, she wanted less talking, more kissing. His hands pressed against her and the feeling of him going to take off the shirt she was wearing made Lili moan and she just kissed him that much harder. /Finally/. It had been so long since they had last done this and the relief Lili felt at just being touched by him made her want to cry. Nobody made her feel as good or as loved or as wanted by Cole and consequences of hooking up be damned - she had an itch to scratch and Cole was finally going to make it go away.

Cole: Lili’s shirt or rather Cole’s shirt that Lili had been wearing had come off rather quickly and once his mission of taking it off had been accomplished, Cole moved to pulls his own singlet off, tossing it amongst the bags they were sorrounded by. His mouth still attached to Lili’s, Cole got up and tried to move both himself and Lili into the bedroom. Dylan wasn’t home yet, at least Cole didn’t think he was but he still didn’t feel like being interrupted in the living room either way. The door had slammed noisily behind them and it was a bit of a stumble but they made it to Cole’s bed. Afterwards, happy and sated, Cole moved his arm around Lili, his eyes beginning to droop shut “I love you” he told her sleepily.

Lili laid stretched out on Cole's bed after they were finished, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't move due to Cole's arm being on top of her and she didn't want to. She probably should pee - she definitely should brush her hair - but there was something about this moment that she just wanted to stay in and soak in. She had been sleeping alone for some time now and just being this close to Cole was everything. When he spoke, her eyes pricked with tears. It was hard to hear, but she knew he meant it. "I love you too," she whispered back softly and sighed, rolling over so that she was resting her head against his chest. She wasn't tired - far from it - but in bed with Cole, in their own little world, is where she wanted to be.

[xxsanshinexx]

Midnight at the Local Denny’s

Characters: Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff and a lil crack

Words: 2180

Summary: You always had the grave shift at the local Denny’s. And your coworker always decided to leave; so it was just you, empty chairs, and the smell of grease. That is until a rather good looking stranger comes in. ~

“Y/n, I’m running across the street! I need an energy drink or something!” Vernon, your coworker called as he sprinted out from the kitchen, chefs apron already replaced with a sloppy hoodie. The two of you were always stuck on the grave shift, not that you minded, but working with Vernon usually turned one sided very quickly. Especially since his best friend worked across the street at the same time.

“You literally get free drinks whenever you want here.” You grumbled, leaning against the counter, watching as he placed his hands on the door handle.

“And they all taste like ass!” He waved his hand in goodbye towards you as he flung open the door hazardly, “I’ll be back in fifteen don’t be too bored without me!”

You huffed as the door barely got the chance to chime before he was gone, “Piss-ass.”

Working the night shift at a Denny’s was not your ideal job. It was boring, often cold, and the people who walked in often looked like they hated the place as much as you did. But you at least we're making money as you sat on the disregarded barstool, counting the number of lights on the ceiling. You could have been doing a far worse job than the midnight Denny’s shift, but you couldn’t help but complain as you switched from counting lights to the counting the number of chair legs in the room.

You had gotten to your third round of counting, this time focused on the number of ketchup bottles in the room, when the bell signalling a customer went off. You knew it wasn’t Vernon immediately, despite him saying he would be back around this time, because once he left he usually wasn’t back until close to the end of his shift. This customer though, was a sight for sore eyes, with his blonde hair shoved in a beanie and his pretty eyes that held large, tired bags underneath them. He had almost an emo vibe about him but maybe that was just due to the endless amount of black he wore; nonetheless though, he was very good looking. Definitely not someone you would have expected to walk in on you 3 a.m. Denny’s shift.

“Just one?” You called as you straighten up from your spot on the counter, making his wandering eyes turn towards you.

“Yeah.. just me.” His voice was quiet but deep and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“Take the bar seat,” You gestured to the empty seat as you fumbled with the menu’s, though he looked like he already had an idea of what he wanted without them. “Anything I can get you started with?”

“The strongest coffee you have and the largest plate of fries your allowed to make.” The request made you blink once but then you nodded, almost in respect of the order. A good looking customer with odd midnight cravings? Your night just got ten times better.

“Odd combination but it’ll be out shortly…. Um?” You trailed off, wanting to address him by his name. It always felt weird to address a client by sir or ma’am when it was just the two of you in the shop, and most traditional respects had flown out the window after one a.m. striked.

“Chan and you are…?” He slid into the seat and tapped his fingers against the countertop instantly as his eyes followed you to the coffee maker.

“Y/n.” You answered as you fiddled with the machine, “Now why are you out at this hour?”

“You’re nosey.” He chucked and you shot him a glance as the machine began to spit out his drink.

“Sorry, i’ll stop prying if you want and just have the both of us sit in awkward silence regretting our life choices.” You grabbed a few creamers and brought the hot mug over to him, setting it down and going to get him the largest plate of fries you could- for business purposes only.

He raised a brow as he began to open the creamer containers you had brought, dumping them in one by one, “What makes you think I regret anything.”

“You’re in a Denny’s at three a.m. Chan, no one ends up here willingly.”

He laughs, raising the mug to his lips, “Well you got me there. I just needed to get out of the studio before I went insane.”

“Studio?” There were a lot of different kinds of studio; art, dance, music, and countless others- and most of the people who worked in them didn’t end up here.

“I’m a producer.” His answer peaked your interest, your eyebrows raising up as you cocked your head to the side while you set down the plate of fries. Vernon always made to many and stored them for later in the oven, so they were warm, overly salted and just perfect for a midnight meltdown.

“Pretty young for a producer,” You pointed out, earning a scof from him as he took another drink, “Now why were you going insane in the studio? Song to hard? Client to snobby?”

“The soundwaves weren’t matching up and then the pitches of the singers voice and the beat weren’t syncing- I blame it on the shitty software of the company- and then the WiFi decided to crash! On top of all that, the client’s artistic choices are complete bullshit! Heavy beats here, I want it to be a little bit techno but with a country vibe- like what the fuck is that supposed to mean! God, I would’ve broke something if I didn’t get out of there…” His cheeks flushed pink as you let out a little chuckle at his passionate rant and his eyes flicked down to his fingers fiddling with a fry. “I know you don’t really care, I just don’t want to let out all this on Jisung again. I almost made him cry last time.”

You grinned and leaned against the counter next to him, “Continue ranting all you want, it’s cute.”

“Cute? You think I’m cute?” He sounded almost speechless, jolting his head up with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Sure thing,” Laughter bubbled out from you as you sent him a wink, enjoying the flirty vibe, “I don’t talk to every single stranger that comes in here.”

“Well,” His lips twisted into a grin and his tired eyes began to hold a little more light in them, “I’ll have to scratch off being called cute by a Denny’s worker at 3 a.m. off my bucket list.”

“Glad I could help fulfill your dreams.” You looked at his now empty mug and pushed yourself off the counter. “You want a milkshake too?”

“Why?” His head tilted to the side in a way that resembled a dog.

”Cause as cute as you are, you still look like shit.” You answered honestly, provoking a raucous, hearty laugh from him; the joyful feeling lingering in his features long after his laughter faded into the background.

”Thanks... I guess.” Lips quirked up in a smirk as he watched you move to the drink area, a feeling akin to elation surging through him, even if your words were somewhat mean, “I feel like it too.”

”Same.” The knowing grin on your face made him skin further into that feeling of glee, “Milkshakes on me, vanilla or strawberry?”

”No chocolate?”

”No some prick made us run out of it earlier today.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of Vernon, who stored himself away in the kitchen to eat all the chocolate ice cream in the building. You were never able to fathom how he hadn’t gotten fired yet. “Vanilla or strawberry?”

”Surprise me.” The roguish tone to his voice made a jolt go through you.

You made the shakes in quiet after that, taking your time to use as much as the ice cream s possible. It was a late night and you hadn’t ate yet, and you were sure Chan wouldn’t mind the extra pint, “You want chocolate sauce on it?”

“Hell yeah I do!” He cheered and you gave an amused expression, which he quickly looked away from, “and whip cream too please… if you can.”

“Don’t sound too excited over it,” You laughed and brought over your connoction, setting it down on the counter in an over exuberant way. “A Y/n milkshake, reserved for those of us who feel the shittiest.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He grinned, clinking the glass against the one in your hands and taking a drink.

You shook your head at his new childlike behavior, twirling your straw between your fingers, “You know it probably wasn’t wise to let you have a coffee and a milkshake this late.”

“My body and mind already hate me, so what’s one more bad decision going to do?” He shrugged and offered you the plate of disregarded fries, “French fry?”

“You dip your french fries in milkshakes?” You gingerly took on in your hand, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Yes because I’m a civilized human being.” He scoffed, setting the plate down and dipping a fry in the drink wasting no time in eating it afterwards.

“I’m sure you are, that’s why you’re here right now.” You followed suit, surprised a bit by the contrast of the fries saltiness and the ice cream. All in all though, it wasn’t half bad.

“Then why are you here right now?”

“Because I’m a civilized human being too,” You took another fry, munching on it now rather annoyed, “And life is expensive. Grave shifts pay a lot more than day shifts; and since my sleep schedule is already fucked, why not earn some more cash?”

“I felt that,” He nodded along, and by how evident his exhaustion was, you knew he actually sympathized with you, “I still have about two more hours of work to go.”

“I’m hearing you’ll need another coffee to go?” The grin that grew on his face made it almost impossible to fight the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“I think you’re just playing into my bad habits now.” He grabbed another fry except this time he dipped it in your drink because he already finished his own, not that you minded though. You just found it odd how the two of you were already so comfortable with each other despite being complete and utter strangers. “But yes, a coffee to go sounds lovely.”

“Don’t worry about the extra expenses, this one's on the house.”

He chuckled a little and shook his head, “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for all this stuff being “on the house”?”

“What the company doesn’t know, won’t hurt them.” You went to make him another coffee, going as far to put creamer and sweetner in it after noticing what a sweet tooth he had, “Plus I’m just gonna blame it on Vernon anyways, I’m pretty sure he ditched his shift for the store across the street.”

“That’s pretty shitty of him.” Chan frowned at your coworkers nature and you shrugged, entirely used to your grave shifts with Vernon.

“Eh he does it almost every shift I work with him… one of his friends works the graveyard shift across the way too. They just fuck around the whole time, running between here and there.”

“So what I’m hearing is, that maybe, I should stop by a little more often so I could help you fuck around with them.” His smile was impish and you couldn’t help but smile back in delight, at the implication that you would get to see him once again. You liked Chan, and not just due to his pretty face, but because you could talk to him so easily. It wasn’t often a stranger showed up and dipped his fries in your milkshake and you still let him live.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” said as you grabbed his check, taking your time to scribble down your number on the phone with a little heart next to it.

“Tomorrow night?” He pushed himself off the seat and walked up to you at the register.

“Thursday. I’m off for a few days.” You replied, handing him his coffee and check as he handed you some money for the humble food you had given him.

“Thursday at 3 a.m. it is than. I’ll consider it a date.” He grinned as he looked at the back of the paper, raising it up for you too see your sloppy handwriting.  “Really? What is this? A cliche fanfiction.”

“We’re literally in a Denny’s, flirting, well past midnight, you tell me.” He shook his head at you and walked towards the door, though he was never quite able to entirely face away from you.

“Fair enough,” The smile didn’t leave his face as he pushed open the door, the cold night air enveloping the warm atmosphere of the twenty four hour dinner,  “See you thursday Y/n.”

“Can’t wait, Chan.” Your voice was breathless as you watched him leave, a stupid grin on both of your faces.

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why'd you only call me when you're high?: finale

Warnings: you may get a little emotional, but none (cursing maybe)!

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Roger stands on the East corner of Hyde Park, his foot nervously moving up and down and his fingers tapping against his own thigh. He was probably much earlier than the time he and Y/N had arranged the meeting, but he was very much anxious about actually meeting her. He got here as soon as he could.

Roger watches taxis, yellow cars and buses driving by, waiting for Y/N to get out of each of them, but to no avail. Then, as he watches a girl similar to Y/N get out of a taxi - not really sure it's her, a feminine voice startles him from behind.

“Hey,” she says softly, and he can hear she's been running. Her hands are in her bag, putting her money back into it, eyes fixated on her hands, “sorry I'm late. There was a small traffic jam.” Y/N smiles innocently up at Roger and he almost faints.

She's just as beautiful as he remembers last seeing her, months ago. The last occasion they were together, she wasn't in a fit state, but she looked more beautiful than ever. Y/N's wearing her best dress - yellow with different flowers scattered all over it, ending just above her knees. 

“Hello.” Roger says and moves his sunglasses up into his wild hair. Y/N smiles at him again, visibly nervous about meeting him as well. 

“Hi, Roger.” She replies. There's a silence fallen between them while they look at each other, and then Y/N clears her throat, bringing Roger out of the small trance. “So, are we going anywhere?”

“Yes, yes, we are.” Roger coughs anxiously. “Uh, anywhere you want!” He waves his hands around. “Fancy a bite? Or, or, or, a uh... coffee?”

Y/N can tell he's nervous and she's slightly relieved that she's not alone in this. “Yeah, uhm... coffee's too hot for today, though. Maybe a milkshake?”

“You're quite right there,” Roger replies and chuckles, 'love' almost slipping past his lips out of instinct, “alright then. Let's head to Oxford Street. I think there is a—“

“—a sort-of-american diner, if I remember correctly.” Y/N finishes his sentence, knowing him and herself too well. It was a place they went during rainy days, mostly, or when they were craving something of a slightly different culture.

“Yeah.” Roger nods and smiles, turning slightly so they can walk side by side in the direction Y/N came from. Her eyes are on her feet, a smile playing on her lips as she recalls the times of eating out in the restaurant with Roger. He's watching her, sun shining on her face and legs, through her pink sunglasses that do no good in guarding her eyes from the sun. She's ever so beautiful.

Roger thinks his favourite looks of her are when she's in the sun, or at home, sleeping. Maybe making breakfast? He can't really choose. In all truthfulness, she's beautiful always and everywhere. 

“Here we are.” Y/N brings him out of his thoughts, waving her hand slightly to show that they've reached the place. Looking through the window, some people are inside, but not too many. Roger hopes that no paps or fans show up while they're there. Not today, it's too important. Y/N's too important. “Roger?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbles and holds open the door for Y/N who eyes him suspiciously while walking in. A quiet 'thank you' escapes her lips and then Roger's standing next to her at the entrance inside. The place is bigger than it looks from the inside, and there's even—as far as Roger can see—space for them in the small garden. “Let's sit outside, in the sun.” He suggests. “If you don't mind.” He quickly adds. 

“No, it's alright. Let's go.” Y/N agrees and they walk through the diner. The workers and one or two of the people there eye Roger and Y/N, recognising them. They're here almost every day and seeing the rockstar with his girl isn't a shock anymore. What's the shock this time is that the pair haven't been here together for more than half a year, and they've returned.  

There's a table for two right in the middle of the terrace with the sun shining straight down. A perfect place for proposing, he thinks. Roger - being the ever-so-kind gentleman - pulls a chair back for Y/N, in which she gladly takes a seat on and then sits down himself.

A waitress soon comes and gives them the menus, and walks away. Both their eyes skim over the foods and drinks, and Y/N remembers different occasions about some of the orders they've made here. The cheese burger with fries and coke were ordered when Roger had a tragic hangover. Two cheesecakes and chocolate milkshakes were taken when it was late at night and the two of them wanted something sweet. Delightful memories.

“I'll have the vanilla milkshake and some ice cream with the same flavour.” Y/N says to the waitress once she's returned. Her chin is rested upon her curled up fist, her elbow on the table. She's looking upwards, and with the sunglasses, her beautiful hair and dress, Y/N looks like a dream to Roger. He sighs happily.

Y/N eyes him once it's his turn to order, but she doesn't look at him very visibly. He's still thinking, humming as he does so, and then he makes up his mind. “I'll have the same, thank you.”

Usually he'd settle for a Pina Colada, a Martini or Sex On The Beach, but Y/N realises he's made progress. Perhaps it's because of her. Or because he can't live without her and the things stopping him are alcohol, cigarettes, parties and drugs. The waitress walks away with their orders, and they're left alone outside in the sun.

“Nice choice.” Y/N states with a slight grin, looking at him cheekily. Roger shrugs.

“Guess I'm a different man than I was.” He replies and they both chuckle. Perhaps he's not telling the whole truth, because that's what he decided just today - he's going to change. “So,” Roger leans onto the table, his arms crossed over one another, “how have you been?”

Without you? Miserable. “Well,” Y/N starts to say and then leans more onto the table as well, “I've been keeping up with work because I no longer have any distractions, and I've had time to develop my creative work.”

“Really? What have you done?” Roger asks, excited to hear if she's started painting or writing. 

“It's not much, but some drawings and poetry.” Y/N answers. “Ah, it's not poetry if none of the lines have rhymes! It's just rubbish.”

“Now, don't do that, love.” He encourages. “Anything you do is magnificent. Hope you'll show me some of that rubbish one day.”

“You don't wanna read it.” Y/N retorts. “It's not enjoyable.”

“I can't—and neither can you—say so until I've read them.” Roger insists, and the waitress comes just in time to bring their orders. Both of them have to lean back into their chairs so that she'd have place on the table to place their orders.

After the waitress leaves, Y/N shoots Roger a short shy look, her cheeks blushing a tint of pink. She leans towards her milkshake and plays with the straw, looking at Roger. “So how have you been?” She asks Roger, making his eyes drift up from her hand to her eyes.

“Uhm,” his voice cracks a little and he clears his throat, “shows and some new music. That's really all that has been going on since...” Roger looks out into the distance, his hand touching his dry lips slightly.

“Roger, I asked you how you've been, not what's been... happening.” Y/N says and her look is a little devastated. Roger sighs and looks at her for a short moment before his eyes and head go down, tired, really.

“Fuck, I—“ his voice breaks again, “I—I—I can't, uh... I can't live without you.” Roger finally looks at Y/N and the look on his face makes her heart break, and she wants to cry. “I've been horrible. At shows, I give my best but the lads are still a little disappointed, and then afterwards I drink or get high, and then sleep the next day away. I don't... I don't know how to live normally when you're...”

Tears slip down Y/N's cheeks and she quickly grabs Roger's hand, holding it so tight in her grip that she fears it might break his knuckles. But Roger's numb as the love of his life holds onto his hand. He looks at her.

“Roger...” she drifts off because she doesn't know what to say to him. 

“And I didn't want to tell you because I fear that you don't love me anymore, maybe you've found someone else and my phonecalls were getting on your nerves and I just...” Roger flails his free arm around, “I missed you so much I didn't know where to put myself, and I took drugs and alcohol, thinking they'd help me forget about you, but they only worked for a while.” There is a pause. “I can't live without you anymore. I don't know how to live if you're not here.” He says. Y/N listened and she nodded, his words making her cry. 

She doesn't know what to say for a while, and after a few minutes Roger wants to speak up, thinking that Y/N doesn't feel the same way, but she speaks first, beating him to it. “I'm sorry...” she is interrupted by a wheeze of her own, “I'm sorry for ever breaking up with you, I only thought it would hurt me less, and that was so egoistic and sounds so stupid when I say it out loud! I never...” she calms her erratic breaths and cries, “I never wanted to hurt you like I apparently did.” She pauses and pulls her sunglasses off with her free hand. “I am so, so sorry.” Y/N's looking Roger in his beautiful eyes and she sees relief and... 

“I forgive you.” Roger says and suddenly stands up. Y/N is so tied to him that she stands up right after him instinctively. They step closer to each other so their faces are barely not touching. “I forgive you, and I never thought badly of you. Never.” 

And suddenly, he's pulling her in for a steamy kiss, grabbing her face by the cheeks, not minding if any strands of hair are in the way. Y/N gasps through her nose out of shock and then leans herself towards Roger, both of them almost losing balance. Her arms immediately link around his neck, pulling him as close to her again.

She missed this everyday. His lips, his breath on her skin, his hands, his touches, his voice, his emotions. Y/N hadn't even realised half of the things she was missing of Roger.

They both feel each other's tears streaming down their faces, tasting salt in the kisses and they're tears of happiness. Y/N giggles, and it breaks the kiss but Roger would want nothing more than to see her smile because of him and his face breaks out in a smile, as well. He has the widest smile on his face Y/N has ever seen him wear. 

“I am never leaving you again.” Y/N says quietly to him and touches Roger's nose with her finger. She then caresses his cheek and kisses him again. “And that's a promise.”

“You won't be able to.” Roger replies and Y/N raises her eyebrows in question, tilting her head back a little. “If you haven't forgotten, these hands are quicker than lightning.”

Y/N laughs, tilting her head back fully. “Don't doubt my memory of you, Roger Taylor.”

The pair sit down at their table after some fooling around and finally eat their cake and drink their milkshakes. The sun shines down on them through their sunglasses as they're smiling at each other and talking about different things. Few of the waitresses are meltin in awe, seeing Roger and Y/N reunited and being loving towards each other. All was well.

The end!

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Random Egos Eating Headcanons

Here I am with more headcanons when I’m supposed to be sleeping! :D The Egos’ favorite foods/eating habits!

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Anti: He rarely ever eats, given how his body works, but he’ll still go for any kind of meat. He prefers it rare or medium rare and kind of stringy so he can horrify anyone watching with how he chews. He has absolutely no finesse about it; he doesn’t even sit down. Aside from slicing and dicing with his knife, he always eats with his hands; he likes feeling the blood coat his fingers.

Jackieboy: He goes for all kinds of crunchy snacks as his main meals: pickles, carrots, apples, chips, crackers, popcorn, and lots of cereal (His supreme favorite is Apple Jacks). He’s usually a finger-eater but always makes sure to wash the residue off his gloves afterward; given how often he has to wipe his eyes, he hates getting salt and sugar in them! He only goes to the table for breakfast; for lunch and dinner he stays in the living room so he can nap or watch TV after he eats.

Marvin: He’s the only one who takes the time to sit down at the table every time he eats like it’s a full, proper meal. He prefers foods like lo mein, orange chicken, jasmine rice, chilies, anything with an Asian air about it, though his absolute favorite is sushi. He most often uses a fork for his meals, but he’s practicing with his wand because of its similarity to chopsticks. This means his magic can get a little askew while he’s eating; some of his food will end up a little charred.

Schneep: Apart from making a mean potato soup – with enough portions for three weeks – he adores seafood and spicy things. Shrimp, crab puffs, and tilapia are his favorite, especially with lemony spices, pepper, and hot sauce over them. He’s something of a messy eater if he’s in a hurry, but he’ll always take the time to race to the table, wolf it down and explain to the cook how much he loves it while trying not to choke because he’s talking with his mouth full. 

Chase: Sweet breakfast foods. Most of his meals are comprised of pancakes, waffles, canned fruit, and crepes, but occasionally he’ll fight with Jackieboy over the cereals if he finds he’s craving a specific one. When those aren’t available, he’ll turn to easy things like poptarts, granola bars and yogurt. He’s not as faithful about it as Marvin is, but he’ll take time and put his feet up for breakfast, dinner, or both.

Robbie: He’s only allowed to have foods that are easy to swallow, like mashed potatoes, applesauce, and mac and cheese. He makes Anti look rather prim and proper in terms of messiness; most of his food ends up on the floor or in his hair but occasionally, if he’s in decent control of his jaw, he can treat himself to fried chicken provided one of the others is supervising. He doesn’t mind at all if he eats the bones and he loves tartar sauce.

Jameson: He’s in love with scones and tea sandwiches, especially cucumber sandwiches that he can eat in one bite. Just to be proper, he tends to use a fork with them, no matter how small they are, but he’s learned to avoid knives because of his broad hand gestures. He likes to focus entirely on taking his time and enjoying his meal but usually doesn’t get the opportunity before one of the others starts distracting him. Most of his meals go unfinished, even though they’re the smallest.

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Dark: He prefers saucy/creamy foods, like Chicken Parmesan, beef stroganoff, various pot pies, chowder soups, and chocolate ice cream. He never eats with his fingers unless it’s to mock someone else for doing it first and as of yet, no one’s ever witnessed him spill. He sits down on time for every meal but may take it to the desk in his room to eat in private if he doesn’t feel like socializing. 

Wilford: Jams, jellies, custards, milkshakes -- all manner of dairy-based things! He rarely ever eats savory foods, but occasionally he’ll dump bitter spices into the mix to shake things up. He constantly eats with his fingers just to exasperate Dark and especially enjoys dunking whatever solid foods he has into a glass of milk. Those solid foods are usually Poptarts and granola or chocolate bars.

The Host: He loves Mexican food, to the point of categorizing his favorite salsas. He orders out at least once a week and can easily taste the difference if someone has been careless or forgot to add something to his burrito. He eats very carefully and always uses a spoon, but he goes through a lot of napkins anyway because he doesn’t want to risk getting blood from his face in his food. 

Dr. Iplier: He’ll go for all manners of salad—fruit salad, potato salad, bean salad, pasta salad—and coleslaw and usually just eats them out of the container while he’s working, but when he has time for a real meal, he prefers them as side dishes to pastas. He likes acting fancy with his food but usually just looks like he’s picking at it helplessly; despite his fine motor controls, forks don’t agree with him and spoons are the bane of his existence. He’s even resorted to using his scalpel as a utensil, much to the others’ disbelief. It actually serves him well when he does!

Google: He doesn’t strictly need to eat, but the one time he tried, he was out on his own, stopped at a fast food restaurant, and secretly fell in love with French fries and onion rings – not breaded rings, literally cuts of onion. Since then, he’s bravely resisted the urge to have them again, so at the moment no one else knows.

Bing: He’ll only ever eat refrigerated foods, like popsicles and ice cream bars, but by the time he remembers that they’re in the back of the freezer, Wilford has usually gotten to them. Because of that, he’s a very fast eater, barely stopping to enjoy the taste before they’re gone.

Yandere: He likes very light but flavorful foods, like meringues and wafers – foods that he doesn’t have to take a long time chewing. He does his best to be a clean eater but if anyone addresses him while he’s eating, he’ll automatically respond and start spilling everything around him. He’s not good at multitasking when he’s eating and forks and knives don’t help, so he alternates between spoons and his fingers.

Bim: He’s a burger connoisseur and is often the one to make sure their fast food was assembled correctly before everyone eats. He’s a very picky eater and, like Host, notices if even one thing is out of place. When he finds one place that serves his food exactly how he likes it, he becomes one of their best customers. He loves company while he eats, even if he takes up most of the conversation and forgets to actually eat until his companion is finished. From there he’s on his own, but he still enjoys the food.

Silver Shepherd: He’s addicted to fruit and cheese; it’s the majority of his meals, especially strawberries and watermelon. His oversized gloves make it really difficult to hold utensils, but he refuses to take them off, so he wraps his fingers up in napkins to avoid stains and just sort of rolls his food around until he can get it in the proper position to pick it up. He’s a really precarious eater because of it, prone to losing a few fruits along the way, but he’ll always clean up after himself, no matter how long it takes.

Edgar: He rarely ever has any sweet foodstuff aside from honey. He prefers heavier foods like baked potatoes, chili fries and meatloaf and he’ll always use his hands unless he’s being forced to sit at the table with the others. He doesn’t talk much when he’s eating unless it’s to gossip or offer a sales pitch and he’s usually the second to leave, after Dark, so he can enjoy his food somewhere else if the table gets too excitable.

King of the Squirrels: He and Wilford share the jams and jellies; he leaves the peanut butter to the squirrels because he doesn’t want them to go hungry. When Wilford isn’t in the mood to share, the King will turn to other dips, like hummus and guacamole, with apples, carrots, and other nuts like cashews and pecans. As far as anyone knows, he’s never touched a fork or a knife in his life and only uses a spoon to scoop the dip.

Jim and Jim: They aren’t picky at all and are still trying to discover their favorite foods, but they haven’t gotten very far; they are incredibly fast eaters and only have the time for TV dinners and coffee between shoots. Most of their meals tend to get mixed together if one has something the other especially likes, and they only ever use disposable utensils thanks to some unfortunate incidents with the metal ones they’ve used in the past.