#I did get the fruit tanghulu

[shining-gem34]

||I am back but also tired from walking. Overall experience: could've been better. I didn't get to try some of the foods I wanted to try. It is expensive but I expected it at least. Parents were kind of reluctant to eat anything else so just walked around some more and left.

[love4myg]

melted kisses | myg

summary. yoongi's kisses are always sickly sweet. but the taste of melted sugar on his lips makes you crave him more than the plate of sugar coated fruits.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 1.9k

summary: yoongi and reader makes tanghulu together / yoongi very midly burns himself / makeout session ensues after their cooking / reader is elementary school teacher

warnings: making out, allusions to sex

a/n: yay im finally finished with exams!!! this was supposed to be posted next week but it's bts' 11th anniversary so 😋 also im very sorry that the drabbes are jumping around in the timeline, i will eventually put them in chronological order

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"I'm an amazing cook, I don't know what you're on about," Yoongi grumbled as he pulled your back closer against his bare chest. You whined as the cool metal of the silver necklace he wore pressed against your back which caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“I’m just saying. I’m not the one who blended chicken and other shit into a smoothie so I didn’t have to cook for the rest of the day.”

“That was one time. I’m a changed person now, love.”

"Whatever you say, babe."

You giggled softly and Yoongi huffed into your shoulder before he placed a soft kiss against your naked skin.

"You just can't admit that I'm a better cook than you."

You rolled your eyes at his words and turned your head slightly in an attempt to look at him. You could just about see his tired eyes that were closed shut.

"Fine. Next time we're both free, we're making tanghulu."

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips as his eyes scrunched into crescent moons.

"You were just waiting for an excuse to make tanghulu, weren't you?"

You hummed in response. You had mentioned the sweet snacks to him frequently, sending him numerous videos with recipes on how to make them.

"Yep. And you fell right into my trap," you giggled. You felt as Yoongi's body shook with airy laughter behind you.

"Ah, you're so annoying."

"You love me anyway," you said with a grin.

"I know," he whispered. He brushed aside your hair to press a kiss onto your temple and drifted off into a peaceful slumber within a few minutes.

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In all honesty, Yoongi had completely forgotten about your agreement. He had thought you would too, as you were both too giddy and drunk on sex.

But when you arrived home after work the next day with a bag full of ingredients, the only words that stumbled from Yoongi’s mouth were to ask you why you hadn’t used his card to buy everything.

“It’s fine, I had cash on me,” you say, swatting away his words as you place the bag onto the marble countertops.

“Still.” Yoongi’s eyes watch your movements as you begin arranging all of the ingredients into different plates and bowls. 

“Babe, it’s not like I’m poor or something. Plus, I’m the one forcing you to do this.”

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look back at him, and he playfully rolls his eyes before making his way over to you.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest or something? You just came back from work," he says as you start cutting the leaves of the strawberries off.

"Mhm, I’m sure. Can you get the small pot for me? The one we used for ramen yesterday."

Yoongi obliges and places the pot on the stove. You take the bowl of strawberries and bring it under the sink to rinse them. 

It wasn’t often that you would eat strawberries, always complaining about the millions of bugs within them. So when you did decide to have them, you made sure that they were squeaky clean even though it took more time. Yoongi thought they tasted the same either way, but never complained about your antics. 

During the early stages of your relationship, you both rarely got to spend time with each other, whether it was due to his work life or your college classes. Your preferences and quirks meant that a few extra minutes could be spent in your presence, so it didn't bother him in the least.

He moves to the rest of the ingredients and spots three tangerines lying together in a glass bowl.

"You got tangerines?" he asks, taking one into his hands. He throws it into the air like a tennis ball and catches it with ease.

You nod eagerly, a smile plastered onto your face as you look up at him.

"You love them so I wanted to try them out along with the strawberries and grapes. If we end up not liking it, you can have the rest."

Yoongi simply smiles as you bring the freshly cleaned strawberries back to the counter, a familiar, warm feeling tugging at his heartstrings.

He listens to the recipe you read off from your phone and places half a cup of sugar into the pot of water to melt before making his way behind you. He wraps his arms around you and lightly squeezes your body.

He had missed the warmth of your skin against his, and the light smell of your signature perfume. He had even missed the way your voice melodically bounced off the walls of his usually silent home.

Was he being dramatic about you being gone for nine hours? Yes. Was he going to stop? No.

"How was work?"

He places a kiss against your neck before moving his head down to rest on your shoulder, his narrow eyes watching you work carefully. 

"Good. A kid called me mom today and it was literally the cutest thing!"

He laughs softly as you place the knife down and bring your hands to your heart to emphasise your point.

"Mhm, that is cute."

A beat of silence passes before he whispers into your ear.

"I missed you."

It's embarrassing how fast the heat rises to your cheeks at his words, even after this many years of being together.

"I missed you too."

By the time you finish peeling the tangerines, cutting the strawberries and plucking the grapes off their stems, the sugar has fully melted. It would've taken half the time if you had an extra pair of helping hands, but you didn't want Yoongi's arms to move from where they rested around your waist.

Unfortunately, he's forced to peel away from your body as you lower the heat of the thick syrup and begin pushing the pieces of fruit onto skewers.

You playfully scold Yoongi whenever you catch him plopping one into his mouth before asking him to feed you one too.

"We need to stop, or there's gonna be none left by the end," Yoongi says, and you sigh in agreement.

Still, you sneak a slice of tangerine into your mouth, simply placing a peck on Yoongi's lips when he catches you.

In a few minutes, you have two plates filled with multicoloured fruits on skewers ready to be dipped.

You work carefully with the sugar syrup, and you’re surprised at how well the first few pieces turn out. 

"See, I told you! I'm just such an amazing cook," you say, waving the freshly coated skewer in front of him.

"This isn’t even that hard. Here, let me try."

Yoongi moves you to the side and takes a skewer. He tilts the pot to the side and rolls the fruits into the syrup, thickly coating it. He then puts it into a bowl of ice water for it to cool and begins working on the next one.

This time, however, he happens to reach too far into the pot and manages to dip the tip of his finger straight into the melted sugar. 

The hot substance takes a few seconds to do damage, giving Yoongi enough time to place the skewer into the water before swiftly pulling back his hand.

"Shit."

He wipes off the hardening liquid onto a small towel, but it leaves his skin red and angry.

"Babe, I told you to be careful! Are you OK?"

You step towards him and take his hand into yours. It wasn't serious, but there was now a tiny bump forming on the pad of his index finger.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It isn't even that big, see?"

"And? You still burned yourself," you huff.

Without another word, you look through the cabinets to find the burn ointment you had bought months ago as Yoongi protests.

"Seriously, love, it's fine. It doesn't hurt or anything."

"Still."

You successfully locate the ointment within your medicine box. You never really knew why Yoongi kept it in the kitchen, but his actions had proved useful.

You unscrew the cap and apply the tiniest amount onto his finger. He winces as you rub it into his skin, and you whisper an apology.

"There. Now, you've been fired as my co-chef and this also clarifies that I am clearly the better cook."

"That's not fair!"

"Sucks," you say with a shrug of your shoulders as you place the burn ointment back where you had found it.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a playful scowl and moves to sit on the counter as you work on finishing the rest of the fruits.

Soon enough, the two plates are filled with fruits on skewers with a glassy finish to them. You watch a video to make sure you clean the pot of melted sugar properly and Yoongi offers to clean the rest of the kitchen up as you do so.

You reluctantly agree after seeing that his burn was starting to look less angry. After cleaning the pot and leaving it in the sink with a few other dishes from earlier in the day, you prop yourself onto the counter.

Yoongi finds himself standing between your legs not even a minute later, and you watch eagerly as you give him the first taste test.

His eyebrows scrunch together as he evaluates the taste, clearly taking his job very seriously.

"So?"

"Damn. That's really good. Have a bite."

You smile widely, proud of your work. He points the rest of the skewer at you, but you bring your lips to his and use your tongue to swipe the sugar from his lips. 

"You're right, it is good!"

You smile at the blush that creeps across his pale skin as he takes another bite, failing to hide his timid smile.

You both manage to eat around four skewers worth of fruit, sharing each one between you. Yoongi sneaks kisses against your cheeks and jaw after every few bites, enjoying how he left you a little flustered after each one.

"You're gonna get my face sticky with the sugar," you complain, though you both know you don't want him to stop.

"I'll just lick the stickiness off," he says with a shrug.

"Ew, you're disgusting."

He laughs at the whine in your voice, placing another kiss on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, moving his mouth down onto your neck.

You tilt your neck to give him better access, stealing another skewer as you do so.

"Don't leave any marks, I have school tomorrow."

"The kids won't even know what they are," he mumbles, moving his tongue to gently graze your skin.

"Yeah they will! Kids are very modern nowadays, and there's only so many times I can say I burned myself with my curling iron."

Yoongi smiles against your neck and you leave the skewer in your hand to be forgotten on the counter. Your hands find their way into his grown-out locks, and you gently tug at the roots.

You bring his head back to meet your lips again, and the taste of melted sugar on his tongue drives you insane. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

You find yourself smiling against him as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

Yoongi doesn’t mind being called a bad cook as much if this is how every cooking session was going to end with you.

[luveline]

Hii

Whenever you have time could you please do more single dad!Spencer. It’s just too cute and it really warms my heart how you write it.

tysm ♡ dad!spencer and his daughter amanda find their reunion unexpectedly interrupted when you need a place to stay the night. fem!reader, 3.4k

Spencer doesn't mind how tactile Amanda is. If anything, he loves it, content to have her sitting in his lap or on his hip, anywhere he goes and anywhere she wants to be. He tries to get in as much affectionate time with her as he can when he's home to make up for his days away. 

He doesn't like missing her, but he loves coming home. Amy sits on his stomach while Spencer lays on the couch, using his thighs as a backboard while they both fail to pay attention to the kids cartoons on their TV. 

"Were you good for Mrs. Gomorrah?" he asks, though he knows she was. He had to live through the agony that was teaching Mrs. Gomorrah how to text on a cell phone he bought for her years ago, but it was worth it to get those incremental updates that he relies on every day to get to the next without catching a flight home.

Amy had pizza 

Amy misses you. She said she is kissing you through my phone

Wants a new dress for school party tonight, emergency money OK to use? said she loves you 

Aaskkk k k o 

Sorry, accidentally texted you, Amanda made dinner tonight [photo]

The text messages help being far away feel less like torture. Spencer loves his job but he wonders if he should love it less, sometimes, when Mrs. Gomorrah remembers how to send photos, or when he can make it back to the hotel before bed time and call Amy.

But here she is in the flesh. Spencer doesn't worry about work when she's holding his hand. 

"I was good," she confirms, wiping hair from her face with a blue sleeve. She's in her pyjamas at three thirty. Spencer's in his matching set, blue long sleeve t-shirts with two dogs —a grown up and a puppy, seemingly a dad dog and his daughter— on the shirt and miniature dogs on the pants. "Promise. We did fruit kebabs last night." 

Spencer saw photos, but he still says, "Yeah? What fruits did you have? You know, strawberries will be extra yummy again soon because they're back in season." 

"We had strawberries, and bananas, and the green one, kiwi." She puts one of her feet up on his chest. He makes wide eyes at it to hear her giggle. "And with chocolate and maple syrup, it was really yummy." 

"We should make Tanghulu." 

This is a new word for Amy. "Tanghulu?" 

"It started with a berry called Chinese hawthorn, but now people use lots of different fruits. You make a fruit kebab, but instead of chocolate, you dip the fruit into hot sugar and it goes hard as it cools like rock candy, and you have good strong teeth, so you could eat it no problem." 

"It turns the fruit into candy?" she asks, wiggling her toes. 

"Kind of." Spencer covers her foot with his hand unthinkingly. She looks tired already though it's only the afternoon. She gets very tired when Spencer comes home, like she'd been waiting. "Do you want to have a nap with me, sweetpea?" 

"No, I don't think so."

Spencer made a mistake when she was younger. He thought leaving while she was sleeping would make it easier to say goodbye. It was for him, but Amy didn't sleep or eat right for days, and Spencer had to come home before the case was over to stop her from making herself sick. They've worked on it, Spencer never ever leaves without saying goodbye, but she still gets scared to sleep when they're together sometimes. 

He ushers her forward. "Come here," he says, "quick, give me a hug." She flops forward and Spencer arranges her into a cuddle, hand against her hair, his nose pressed to her forehead. "I missed you." 

"Missed you more," she says. 

"Not true. I missed you so much." 

"Don't go away again for a day," she says. 

"I'm staying home for a whole week. Maybe longer, okay? But I promise you, seven whole days no matter what." And he means it. The only thing that could change his mind is a mass murder situation, but otherwise, they'll have to make it work without him. He hates to say that kind of thing, but he has to say it, because Amy is his first priority. 

She relaxes into his arms. "Okay." 

His phone rings, because of course it does. Amy frowns her displeasure with tears shining silver in her eyes. Spencer shakes his head at her, "I'm not going, Ames. I promised. I won't answer anybody, this week is just going to be me and you." 

She glares at the phone and rests her chubby cheek on his chest. Spencer wonders if it's uncomfortable considering his lack of padding and sits up with an arm behind her seatbelting her to his front. "Let's go watch TV in bed." 

Her hands grab at the back of his shirt. "Bring your phone, dad," she says. 

Spencer kisses the side of her head. "No, I told you already, I'm not going." 

"What if Mrs. Gomorrah wants to come for dinner?" she asks, her voice smaller, sleepy. She rubs her face into his front. 

It's a good point. Spencer picks up his phone to check if it was her and frowns at the missed call. It's you. You've texted him too. 

"It's Y/N," he says. 

Amy knows you because whenever he's had to bring her with him (not often, but occasionally on regular work days when there's school reset days), you're very, very kind to her. You're not sure of yourself around kids but it doesn't matter, you let Amy sit with you if she wants to and you always talk to her with care, offer her snacks, anything that you can share. 

It's why he calls you back. That, and you're a nice friend. 

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You're feeling about as ashamed and sheepish as a girl can be as you take the elevator up to Spencer's floor. You don't want to impose on anybody, but you'd rather have died than ask Hotch, JJ's taking a vacation in Santa Monica, Penelope's on a conference with Kevin, Emily chose to use her week on an undisclosed trip, and Morgan was similarly off the radar. 

And you know Spencer has Amanda, you know they've been apart for longer than they've been together this month, and you hate interrupting their time together, but… you couldn't stay home no matter how badly you wanted to. Stupid landlord. Stupid cockroaches and stupid fumigation tents.

You carry your go bag with nothing but a week's worth of dirty clothes and your wallet. Your phone is about to die and you'd really wanted, more than anything, to crawl into bed and sleep the daytime away. 

You've never been to Spencer's apartment despite knowing him well, and liking him more. You knock on the door, apartment 305B. You're dead on your feet at this point, exhausted by the jet ride home, the commute to your apartment, the subsequent ten minutes spent crying on the sidewalk, and the next half hour debating if you could bother Spencer. Maybe you should've got a hotel, but it was already getting late and you just needed something familiar. Selfishly, you needed someone you knew after such a shitty case. 

"Hello," Spencer says, opening the door with a familiar girl held in his arms, "don't mind my jacket." 

Amy's clearly sleeping, tiny snores echoing from near his neck. It's cute, but it makes you feel much worse. "I'm sorry–" 

He doesn't let you apologise, "Are you kidding? What were you gonna do? We're excited to have you." He's kind of talking to you like Amy's still awake, enthusiastic whisper-shouting as he pulls you inside. 

"It's just for tonight, I promise. They said I'll be able to  back in by evening tomorrow," you say, holding your bag to your chest. You blink at him as you follow him to the kitchen. "Are you wearing matching pyjamas?" 

"You came over last minute!" he defends with a laugh. 

Spencer opens his hand for your bag and puts it behind a steaming bowl of soup. "Oh, were you guys eating dinner?" you ask. 

"No, that's for you. I'm gonna put Amy in bed and then I can do your laundry. Did you need a hug?" 

"What?" 

Spencer smiles at you. "I thought maybe you're having a bad day." He offers his empty arm and you don't know how to say no, don't want to, careful not to bump into Amy as you curl your arm behind his back. "We're happy to have you. You could stay all week and that would be fine. Did they really give you no warning?" 

"I called my landlord and he laughed and then kind of got quiet. I think he forgets that I live there." 

Spencer pulls away and puts a hand on Amy's back. She's very slight like Spencer but if she were any older he'd struggle to carry her for as long as he has. You can see the fatigue trembling in his left arm. "It's not legal for him to leave you with nowhere to stay, and without any notice. You could ask Hotch–" 

"It's okay." You gesture to Amy's face. "She's getting so big." 

"And heavy. Be back in a few. Eat on the couch if you want to." 

You wouldn't. Spencer takes Amy into one room off of the main room, and then comes back to grab your laundry before disappearing into another. His apartment is a fun but odd layout, the door leading into a living room slash kitchen with a dining table, then opening out left and right, bedrooms toward the back of the apartment and a bathroom behind. It reminds you of a flower, that central hub of life and the petals curling outward. 

You pick up your spoon cautiously. He definitely said the food was for you, but it's so strange to be greeted with a meal, you can't remember the last time someone made sure you had something to eat. 

Spencer doesn't attract your attention until he's pulling up a chair next to you with two glasses set on the table. "I put your pyjamas on quick wash. And your, uh, your grey bag." 

Your grey bag is a little net bag full of delicates. You try to be adult about it, but it's so super awkward that you end up laughing aloud, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. I just put the entire bag in, like, intact." 

You believe that, but you infer from the tightness of his voice that he's worried you'll think he's weird. Honestly, he's just nice, even if it's awkward. Everybody wears underwear. "That's what it's for," you say. 

"Do you think they make those in a bigger size? Amy's vests get tangled sometimes because the straps are skinny, that would be useful." 

"I'm sure they do," you say, toying with your spoon. "I… really don't know how to say thank you. I know we're friends, but it's different. To let me stay."

"When I was a kid I didn't have many friends. By high school I didn't have one. So I never got to have sleepovers until Amanda. And she's my best friend, but she's six, so…" 

You both laugh suddenly, beaming at one another in your wrinkled, mismatched clothes. 

You finish your meal through lighthearted conversation. Spencer takes your dish for the sink and you both move to the couch to watch TV. 

Clifford the Big Red Dog plays on mute. "I know you're thrilled to watch something this intellectually tantalising, but maybe we should watch a movie. There's a guide under the cushion," Spencer says. 

You dig for the guide but wherever he thinks it is, it isn't. 

"Doesn't matter. Mrs. Gomorrah will have one, I'll take her some dinner at the same time. Would you keep your ear on Amy? She might wake up."

He makes a tray for Mrs. Gomorrah, a neighbour and good friend of his. You've met her once when she brought Amy into the office, an Italian-American woman who's black and silver hair bounced when she talked. Beside his mother living in a sanitarium in Nevada, and his small daughter, Mrs. Gomorrah is Spencer's only family. He treats her accordingly. 

The washing machine starts to beep a few minutes after he's left. You spring from the couch and track down his washer and dryer, transferring your damp wash into the dryer and frowning at the machine's strange settings.

"Daddy?" a small voice calls. Sharper, unhappy, "Daddy?" 

"Amy!" you say, moving from your crouch to stand in the doorway. "Hi, honey! Your dad just went to give Mrs. Gomorrah some dinner." 

Amy squints at you. "Miss Y/N?" 

"Hi," you say tentatively. "My house is kind of broken for a bit and I asked your dad if I can stay the night." You bend to meet her eyes properly. "Would that be okay with you?" 

"Yeah," she says, smiling. "Yeah, please stay. Daddy's friends never come over." 

"Did you need something, honey? I can help." 

"No… You're sure he's at Mrs. Gomorrah's?" 

"Definitely one hundred percent positive. He can't go to work without me, can he?" 

Amy shrugs little shoulders. "I guess not." 

You can't help laughing at her. With the sound of the dryer bumping behind you, you meet Amy near the dining table and touch her shoulder gently to prompt her toward the couch. She jumps up onto the seat with the most cushions and you sit beside her. You and Spencer never managed to pick a movie, so the kids channel still plays on mute. 

"How do you turn it up?" you ask, offering her the remote hopelessly. 

Amy sidles against your side and points. You click the small white speaker button, greeted by the barks of another episode of Clifford. 

"Is this one okay?" you ask. 

"I love Clifford."

It can't be two minutes before she rests her head against your arm, her hand locking over the crook of your elbow. 

You're not sure what to do. She's Spencer's kid, so she probably does. "Do you want a cuddle?" you ask her. You'd be happy to give her one, but you don't know what's okay with her. 

"Please." 

You hang your arm across her shoulders and behind her back, stroking a tentative and short line into her arm, just once. "These are nice pyjamas, Amy. I saw your dad has the same ones." They're soft under your arm. Her hair brushes your wrist as she turns her head to crinkle her nose at you. 

"Thank you. Me and dad have all matching pyjamas," she says proudly. 

"All?" 

"Well, maybe not all. But lots." 

She hums and shuffles closer to your chest. It felt odd at first —although Amy has sat in your lap at your desk at work, and even given you a hug on her birthday to say thank you for the books and candies, you're not used to children or the things that they want. But it feels less foreign the longer she sits there, and you find yourself relaxing for the first time that day. 

Spencer comes back with a shiny TV Guide Magazine and a bundle of Amy's clothes under his arm. His eyes light up as her head peeks over the back of the couch. 

"Sorry, I was just at Mrs. Gomorrah's," he says, quickly putting everything down to take her into his arms. 

"I know," Amy says into his shirt. 

He kisses her head. You almost miss it, the affection quiet and swift. "Was your nap okay? Or do you need another one?" 

"Dad! Y/N's here." 

"Y/N doesn't care that you take naps, she takes naps too." Snoozing up against his shoulder with drool running down your chin. 

"No, I can't sleep because we're having a slumber party!" 

"We are?" he asks. 

"But she needs matching jammies." 

"Well, I don't have anything matching, but it won't be long for all my clothes to dry. I can wear jammies, then, at least," you assure her, sending Spencer a squinting smile that says, She's the cutest thing on planet Earth. 

He smiles back, as if to say, She really is. "Maybe Y/N wants a nap." 

Amy's concern lands on you. She climbs out of Spencer's arms, pressing her hand to your shoulder. "Please don't nap, I want to play games." 

"I'll play games, babe," you say. "Any game you want." 

"Yes! And, and maybe we can make, um–" Puzzled, Amy quirks her mouth into a frown and bounds back to Spencer. He rounds the couch and leans down at her gesturing. "What's it called, the fruit candy?" she whispers.

"From earlier?" he whispers back. "It's tanghulu. Tang-who-loo." 

She whispers a sweet thank you, spinning on the spot with her hands held behind her back. "We can make tanghulu, it's fruit kebabs turned to candy! Do you want to?"

Spencer smooths her hair back from her face. "You don't have to," he mouths, already squeezing her arm like he's prepared to talk her down. 

"Well, if it's okay with your dad I'd love to."

She gasps happily, jumping down off the sofa to race into the bathroom. "I'll wash my hands!" 

Spencer snorts and sits on the couch arm. "Notice how she didn't even ask me?" 

"You know that's a good thing." Spencer's probably read every parenting book there is. "She's so smart, Spencer. So smart, it's incredible. You're amazing." 

He scratches the collar of his sleep shirt, his curls moving as though woken by a gentle breeze as he nods to one side, "She shows some signs of an eidetic memory. Not like mine, but most children who have eidetic memories don't have them like I do. I can't take the credit for that, you know, beyond genetics." 

"Of course you can, someone had to teach her these things for her to remember them. You're never as nice to yourself as you should be, Spence. Everybody knows you're a great dad." You slouch back into the couch. "And I'm not just saying that because you're letting me stay for free." 

"There's no version of this situation where I would ever charge you. Thank you, Y/N. Having her by myself has been hard– it's hard. She's easy and I love her and she's better for me than she probably should be." He winces, his talking rushed, like he's listing statistics. "I haven't really been by myself. Mrs. Gomorrah. The team. We've known each other for a year but you act like Amy's family whenever you see her, and that means a lot to me. That's why I'm glad you called. You can always call me if you need help." 

"You can always call me," you murmur back. 

Spencer bumps your thigh with his knuckles. "I'm glad we're friends. Are you sure you're not too tired? Tanghulu isn't easy if you've never made it." 

"Says who?" 

"East Asian Eating, issue 78. We have to find the sugar, water, glucose syrup sweet spot or the candy doesn't harden."

"We can do it. You're the smartest guy I know, and I've been known to be resourceful. Plus, we have a world class assistant." 

Spencer stands up and offers you his hand to help you come with him, his fingers brushing yours for a moment that seems to stretch for minutes. "Just curious," he says softly, to your heart's clear delight, "when was your last check up at the dentist?" 

Right. He isn't about to tell you something you want to hear. This is Spencer —you should've guessed an odd question was on the horizon. 

"I'll have to think about it," you say.  

Amy bounds out of the bathroom and paints a trail of water droplets from the table to the kitchen. "He thinks you have weak teeth!" she explains. 

"That is not what I think." 

[py-dreamer]

Click pic for less sh!tty quality ig

Ok so I will admit I did use @maplesleep's format for this again but I wanted to compile these cakes into one drawing and what better way than one of those cute, fancy cake stands?

And the background was too cut to use, I hope you don't mind...heh

Anyways, I know the prices seem outrageous but my main justification is that you're also getting extra sugar cookies, decorations, cut fruits, sometimes kebabs/tanghulu, sometimes rock candy and extraw sweets on the side. Heck, Wukong's even has a mini stack of pancakes on top so I basically doubled the price and honestly if it was this detailed, I'd hope the price isn't too unreasonable

So what do y'all think? Would you buy a slice?

(Also the names are half-assed, you only get 1 slice per payment ig and if you missed the names, here they are:

Xiaotian: The hero's first taste of victory

Xiaojiao: Mei's kiwi boba delight

Nezha: Nezha's slice of heaven

Tang & Pigsy: Freenoodle's tangy berry treat

Sandy: Sandy's jiggly summer voyage

Red Son: The demon bull prince's extra hot surprise

Chang'e: Chang'e's bunny-jelly mooncake

Mihou: Macaque's piece of the night

Wukong: The delectable legend of the monkey king)

WARNING: ANY DAMAGE CAUSED BY, IMPALEMENT, ABSORBTION OF THE SOUL, HUGGED TO DEATH, BURNED TO DEATH, BLINDED BY BEAUTY TO DEATH, SPINE RIPPED OFF, RIPPING AT THE SEAMS FROM CHAOS, EATEN BY DRAGONS, COOKED IN A STEW IS NOT THE RESPONSIBILITY OF 'Monkie Kid Bakery' IF ATTEMPTS WERE MADE TO INGEST THE CHARACTERS

[least-carpet]

'replacing jc in someone's affection' I am crying! wwx doesn't do it once but twice! It's fascinating! Also, this makes me understand why some people, reading the novel, come to the conclusion that wwx doesn't care anymore about jc. Yeah, it's a valid interpretation!

Listen, I just rotated, and rotated, and rotated this scenario (—because, like, both child and adult Wei Wuxian are sincerely in need of support and affection, but I think receiving it as a child while it was withheld from someone he loved, what might have seemed like taking it away from someone who also needed it, also contributed to his boundary problems and self-sacrificial tendencies and eventual resentment—like he needs it but it hurts someone he loves deeply when he gets it but he still needs it, how can he reconcile these conflicting truths?? OK I will stop now—) and, uh, have a tiny little sketch of that zhanchengxian fic concept below, with which I will exorcise my sad past chengxian/past zhancheng/current wangxian thoughts.

It was going to be a perfect triple triple drabble but I needed 80 more words in the centre section to describe Jiang Cheng's tears. You know how it is.

Pursued by Lesser Ghosts

At first he was busy and grateful for it.

Then, Jin Ling settled, elders cowed, sect in order, Jiang Cheng was forced to returned to Lotus Pier. Empty, now.

His sect ran as it always did. He slept poorly. He dreamed often. He walked up and down the pier at night, pursued by lesser ghosts, echoes of people who were alive, just gone. His own life closed around him as tight as any noose, one long merciless sequence of work, sleep, work.

He had a minor qi deviation.

“Go back to dual cultivation,” said the doctor.

“That’s no longer possible,” he said.

The doctor looked up. When Jiang Cheng didn’t say anything else, she said, “Well. Come here for acupuncture once a week. Consider visiting Jin Ling.”

Relax, she didn’t bother to say.

Jiang Ping, his one surviving cousin, took tea with him, and said: “I know things have been stressful. Perhaps you would consider marriage now?”

“I didn’t think marriage was relaxing,” said Jiang Cheng, drily.

“It can be. After everything, well… it’s nice to have someone there.” Jiang Ping looked up, thinking. “Having someone there and working a lot. I don’t think it’s possible for Sect Leader to work harder, so you’ll have to try the other thing.”

Jiang Cheng let out a snort despite himself. Jiang Ping grinned at him.

He could get married, he supposed. What was there to prevent him?

He didn’t call for a matchmaker. He worked harder, kept himself so busy he could hardly think, but at night, laying in his bed, he ached with loneliness before sleep. And in sleep, he saw them, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian both, invariably walking away from him, hand in hand.

Sometimes he was silent; sometimes he called to them. It didn’t matter. They never turned around.

-

In Wei Wuxian’s dream, it was high summer, air as thick as syrup, and he was lying under the trees along the riverbank with his head in Jiang Cheng’s lap.

Above him, Jiang Cheng was eating tanghulu. Playfully, Wei Wuxian opened his mouth like a baby bird, and Jiang Cheng, rolling his eyes, took a piece of fruit and fed it to him, red and almost glowing. His index finger brushed against Wei Wuxian’s mouth.

Sometimes, he dreamed and he didn’t know whether it was just a dream or a fragment of a memory. He thought this might have happened—he faintly remembered begging Jiang Cheng to let him rest his head in his lap, across his narrow, muscled thighs.

Suddenly it was night, and Jiang Cheng was gone.

“Jiang Cheng?” called Wei Wuxian, and found his voice was a child’s voice, high-pitched and nervous. “Jiang Cheng?”

He rushed through Lotus Pier, now dark and empty, towards Jiang Cheng’s room. Then, in the way of dreams, Jiang Cheng was in front of him, a child again, too, face swollen with tears as he wept alone on the pier.

Wei Wuxian froze, panicked.

Someone picked him up; Uncle Jiang had appeared. But instead of saying anything, he turned and walked away. “Uncle Jiang,” Wei Wuxian whispered, but Jiang Fengmian didn’t respond.

All Wei Wuxian could do was look over Uncle Jiang’s shoulder at Jiang Cheng, at his crumpled, sobbing face. You don’t understand, he thought, suddenly, I love you but I need this, I need it, I need it.

That face changed again, blurred into Jiang Cheng's adult face, still weeping as he knelt on the pier. And then the strong arms around him weren’t Uncle Jiang’s but Lan Zhan’s, holding him tight in a bridal carry, taking him away as he squirmed to look back, to not look away from Jiang Cheng’s face, they had been so happy only a moment ago—

Wei Wuxian woke late, his face wet. Went to look for a handkerchief. Opened a drawer he hadn’t looked in before to find: two purple hair ribbons. An open jar of salve, carved with the insignia of a well-known Yunmeng herbalist. And a lavender handkerchief, embroidered with a little frog. Wei Wuxian traced it gently with his thumb.

-

The day was a little crisp, but bright and beautiful. Lan Wangji had risen at the appointed time, eaten breakfast serenely with the sect, and taught some advanced guqin lessons. Lan Sizhui was coming along beautifully, playing more delicate and precise every day, a delight to teach.

Everything was just as it should be in the Cloud Recesses, but Lan Wangji was still somehow uneasy.

He had gained everything he had dreamed of as a teenager, in one bewildering fell swoop. His life had been overturned, but for the better, the man he had wanted for so long delivered to him on a silver platter. He was unbelievably lucky.

Of course, he grieved what had happened to his brother. Lan Xichen deserved only good things. It was bitter to find out someone you had loved so deeply had deceived you—had failed you—had abandoned you.

But with the exception of that dark spot, the suffering and absence of his brother, his life was everything he had ever asked for, wasn’t it? A pristine life, on the surface.

If there was a dark shadow underneath, the ripple of something passing through a lake on a sunny day—something slipping out of an incautious hand, lost to the water—that too was life, wasn’t it?

He had never been so happy in his life. He had never before been so happy in his life, as he had once imagined it.

He averted his eyes from that shadow.

Until, one day, he returned home, and found Wei Ying, sitting at the room’s low table, holding a handkerchief in one hand. Remnants of a different life that had collected in his home. No—that he had kept. Gripped tightly.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, brightly, face stretched in a brittle smile. “What’s this?”

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

sunshine reader x L oneshot

NOT THE SMUT...but that's coming soon.

Yalllll this L smut is taking me wayyyy too long to finish, I've been hit with inspiration in the WRONG department (katsuki series), and now that's all I can think about. Until I'm able to crank out the actual L smut, have this little oneshot about joining the kira task force!

"I'm here," you announce cheerily, bursting in through the door with a big smile and a briefcase in your hands.

"Uh, sorry, who are you," Mogi asks, stopping you at the door. He had a stern look on his face, like he thought you were tresspassing.

"She is a consultant on this case," L says calmly, not turning from his place before his computer, his thumb pressed to his lips in thought, his knees to his chest.

"everyone, this is (Y/n). Make yourselves acquainted."

"A consultant?" "What do you need consulting on?" "I thought you said you didn't need anymore detectives."

L sighed, a frown appearing on his lips as he glanced back toward where the group would be. "I thought I told you to acquaint yourselves," he said tiredly. What a lovely first day.

over the next week, they did in fact acquaint themselves. You got to know everyone, especially because you lived in HQ. There was Misa, Aizawa, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Mogi, and, of course...Light Yagami. You knew him well. Through L's retellings, anyway. Why did he tell you? Because you were dating. Plain and simple.

L hadn't told anyone on the team, for good reason...at least, it was probably good reason. Either that, or he didn't tell because no one asked. He was like that, only speaking as he pleased. It amused you, it was something that drew you to him.

Even so, they noticed when he gave you special treatment. Once, during a presumed all-nighter for the detectives, you stood from your seat next to L, Stretching and yawning.

"I'm going to head to bed." It was only 10, far earlier than any of the others dared ask to go, not wanting to seem like slackers. L looked up at you questioningly, tilting his head. "You never go to bed this early."

You shrug. "I'm tired, and if I'm too tired tomorrow, I won't be able to work as efficiently."

L sighed, looking back to his computer. "I won't stop you," he said indifferently.

You smile and thank him, standing and making your way to bed. Everyone else was flabbergasted. Matsuda stood from his desk, leaning on it with his hands as he stared at the back of L's head. "Why does she get to leave early? If any of us asked to go at a time like this, No way you'd let us!"

"Have you asked," L responded, gently spinning his chair around to face him.

"well I-...no..."

L gave him an expectant look, scratching the top of his foot with his toes.

"...can I go to bed?" everyone was watching with intrigue. Was that really all it took???

"...no."

Matsuda looked shocked. Everyone else simply went back to work, the already dingy mood dampened even further.

"It's cause she's pretty, isn't it?"

L looked up in thought, his thumb rubbing at his lips.

"Mmnnn....I suppose it is," he mused.

All matsuda could do was sit down in disbelief. "can you believe this," he asked Aizawa in a whisper. "Of course I can. That's L for you."

As another piece of evidence, he simply likes you more. He lets you talk and talk all day long about anything on your mind, when you go on food runs he actually asks you for things (He never asks the other detectives, no matter where they're going), and he shares any of his treats with you.

"I recall you saying you enjoy strawberry flavoring. Is that still accurate?" he's already cut you a sizable slice of strawberry cake, so your answer doesn't matter.

"have you ever had carambola? It's not very remarkable on it's own." Because of him, your first and only experiences with the fruit are in tanghulu form.

Anything he eats, you at minimum try.

Lastly, and most importantly, he shamelessly stares at your body. It is unbearably obvious that you distract him sometimes, when you're talking like nothing and he's watching the subtle movement of your tits, caused by your excessive gesticulations, his thumb tracing his lower lip in thought as he analyzes the exact weight they must have to move in such a way. Many of the others assume L is simply a creep, a creepy weirdo staring at the new pretty woman in HQ.

Light knows better. He knows, he can see it, there is more. It's not just lust, L is better than that, more complex. Either this is some way to trick Light, or he's doing this to benefit himself and this case in some way. There is more, and he will find out what it is.

Of course, you know better than all of them. There is more, the more is that you are together, and beyond that, there is nothing. He just finds your chest rather captivating. You can't blame him. The end.

Long story short, everyone knows he has a bias towards you, for one reason or another, and he doesn't do much to hide it. There were so many theories spread between them, and as a surprise to no one, it was filtered through misa. She knew best about this social stuff, after all.

"Do you see the way she smiles at him? They have to be dating," Matsuda whispers.

"What? No way, Girls smile at guys for more reasons than being with them," Misa scoffs.

"What if this is a test? Maybe he's testing us," Mogi puts forward.

"On what," Misa asks incredulously.

"I don't know, I'm not the genius...What do you think, Light? You're the closest to him."

"Me...? I don't know, why don't you just ask him."

ask him? To his face? No.

"Fine," Misa nods, standing from the mini huddle. Everyone watched with disbelief as she faced the two of you, working side-by-side before the CCTV footage. She pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you, her voice and expression full of pride, like she cracked some code. "Are you two dating?!"

You look at L. He doesn't look at you.

"Yes," he responds calmly.

"What? Why would you bring her here then? Don't you think Light is kira? Aren't you putting her in danger," Aizawa asks.

"You 6 are the only ones that know...excluding Watari. If She dies, please assume Light Yagami is the culprit."

Silence.

"Now, return to work," he orders, strain and annoyance in his voice from the situation. "I truly hate gossip," he grumbled to you.

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[heeheesang]

ₕᵢgₕ ₛcₕₒₒₗ cᵣᵤₛₕ! ₗₑₑ ₕₑₑ ₛₑᵤₙg.

bonus -> vacation! ( written + text ) long chapter, sorry! 🤍

warnings! kissing? suggestive?

years later…

it’s been about three years since i’ve graduated from college. i’ve received a sponsorship from some company named ‘hybe’ and apparently the were quite famous for their artists. they enrolled me as a choreographer and back up dancer for the artists. heeseung? he dropped his basketball career just to enroll in the same company as me as a music producer and choreographer.

hyewon and sunoo were sponsered by another company called ‘sm’ as a choreographer and back up dancers, we met a few times when we bumped into each other as back up dancers at music shows. sunghoon and jay became models under ‘bighit’ entertainment while jungwon became a trainee under ‘bighit’.

it’s been a whole three years since we last went out together as a group and it took us so long to get a date where we were all free. when we finally did, we all packed up and got ready. here’s how it went…

“wake up ynnie! quick wake up, jay’s making breakfast!” hyewon and jungwon woke me up by jumping on my bed, flopping right beside me after. i rubbed my eyes, getting used to the bright sunlight shining into my shared room with heeseung.

“five… minutes..!” i mumbled as i covered my face by bringing the blanket up to cover my face. i heard footsteps and assumed they were already out of the room, until the blanket was pulled off my face and the bright light blinded my eyes once again.

“hey..! it hasn’t been—“

“good morning to you too, my little grumpy princess.” heeseung greeted me with a smile as he laid down next to me, his robe losely tied as i blushed at the sight and hid my face on his chest. “why so shy, princess?” heeseung asked as he lifted my face. i smiled from ear to ear as i shook my head, “nothing..! good morning hee,”

“shall we get ready for the day?” heeseung asked and pecked my forehead, i nodded as i stretched in bed and got a towel along with my clothes before jumping in the shower. after getting freshened up, i applied skin care as i went downstairs and greeted everyone.

“good morning!” i greeted as i took a seat next to heeseung on the couch, cuddling next to him as he pecked my forehead and cheeks. “ynnie! heeseung! come join us here!” sunghoon yelled from the pool as heeseung and i got up, heading to where everyone were.

“ah ah! jay no!” were the last words of sunoo before he was pushed into the pool by jay. we all laughed as jay tried to helped him by offering an arm, only to be pulled in the pool. not long later, hyewon pushed jungwon into the pool with the help of sunghoon’s scheme. a minute later, sunghoon was pushed into the pool by heeseung but sunghoon grabbed heeseung before he could fall into the pool so they were both in the pool.

soon enough, they were all in the pool together, splashing water at each other, i was the only one still dry. i quickly ran up to my room and grabbed my film camera, running back down and took pictures of my group bonding together even after three years.

“guys! look here and say cheese..!” i yelled as everyone turned and posed, jumping onto one another as one by one, everyone got dunked in the water. “ynnie, come join us!” hyewon yelled as i shook my head with a giggle, “i’d rather be dry! i’ll make you guys some fruit snacks, i’ll be back soon!”

with that, i went into the kitchen and raided the fridge, finding for what i could make from our last grocery run which was yesterday when we booked into the apartment. i ended up making tanghulu and a reheated pizza poppers i made from yesterday nights batch, along with sprite and plain water for myself.

as i was making tanghulu, a pair of wet arms wrapped around my exposed waist as his head hands on my shoulder, “what’re you making princess?” heeseung asks as he kissed my neck, “tanghulu baby. and i reheated a batch of the pizza poppers i made yesterday.”

“why don’t you come join us after our snack break hm pretty girl?” i blushed at the nickname, “i didn’t bring any extra clothes, hee.” heeseung smiled against my neck, “use mine then princess.” i smiled before nodding, mumbling a short ‘alright’ as the oven dinged, the pizza poppers were ready! i turned off the heat from the sugar as soon as i finished making the tanghulus.

i turned around but was caged in when heeseung leans over me, his arms locking me between him as he smirks down at me. “you look so pretty today, not just today, everyday. i’ve missed you so much,” i chuckled and blushed at the situation, “i miss you too heeseung, i always look pretty for you.” he shook his head before leaning down to my height, pulling my face towards him and closed the gap between us, our noses touching each other.

“no baby, always look pretty for yourself. i love you, yn.”

“i love you too hee.” with that, he closed the gap between us and our lips touched. he bit my lower lip and i opened my mouth, giving him access to my mouth as our tongues fought for dominance. his hand was angled at my jaw as our lips never left one anothers. his other arm snaked around my wasit and gave it a slight squeeze while my arms were wrapped around his waist. soon enough, he placed his arms under my thighs and mumbled, ‘jump’. i jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist as he placed me on top of the counter and placed kisses to my neck.

our little session was cut off when jay walked in and yelled loudly, very loudly, “not on the counter please!” heeseung and i ended it with a silly kiss as he gave me a little hug and dragged jay back to the pool while i set up everything. after setting up, i placed it on trays and brought it to the pool, “eat up!” i yelled as everyone came towards the food tray like wild hyenas who never ate in years.

heeseung got a seat and motioned me to sit on his lap, which i did while i listened to everyone telling their stories about work. “how’s you and heeseung, ynnie? getting married soon?” jungwon teased as i could see question marks above sunghoon’s head, “let’s calm down on that thought.. but, maybe one day we will.” i laughed as heeseung agreed, “one day.”

as the rest were talking, heeseung and i got caught in our own conversation. “we’re lucky jay hasn’t told anyone…” heeseung said as i laughed, “oh we’d be dead meat if anyone did find out, especially sunghoon.” heeseung’s face turned expressionless, “oh. i’d be dead meat.” i slapped his arm playfully as we both laughed it out.

“i love you ynnie, i mean it every time i say it. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, i’m devoted to you. you are my world, my universe, my everything. if it’s not you, it’ll never be anyone else.” heeseung said it as we held eye contact. i blushed and smiled, “i love you too heeseung. never a day i never loved you.”

“not even when when we fought that day?”

“heeseung, fights mean nothing to me. wanna know why? because at the end of the day, i’ll always have you. fights just prove how much we care for each other hm? i love you too much to even not love you.”

“i love you even more, princess.”

soon enough, it was getting dark. everybody was at the barbeque pit while hyewon and i were walking around at the garden nearby, “so how are you and hoon?” i asked as she looked down and blushed, “we’re getting along well. a few fights here and there but hey we’re almost a year and a half in!” i smiled as we chuckled, sitting on a brown bench as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“i miss all of us being together in college, when we were… unstoppable. now, we’re all just busy with our own lives…” hyewon started as the wind blew in our direction, our dresses getting blown towards our feet. “i know hye… i miss college too. but look at the bright side, we’re all finally chasing our dreams. we’re still unstoppable, hm? besides, you’ll always have hoon and i, the parks.” hyewon chuckled and looked up to me as i looked down to her, “and you have won and i, the yangs. and heeseng of course.” we laughed.

we sat there for about thirty minutes just watching the stars in the sky appear one by one, and laughed about all the memories we made in college. we were in our own world, our hyeyn world, the world we made ever since we met in high school. about five minutes later, we heard footsteps.

“there you are..! we were waiting for you so we could start eating.” sunghoon smiled at us, walking towards us as he wrapped his arms around hyewon, whispering something in her ear and pecking her forehead before she left.

“ynnie.” sunghoon started off as he sat down at hyewon’s seat. “hoonie.” i breathed out, it’s been a while since we had a talk between us, it’s been two years since we parted from one another and lived alone or with our friends.

“how are you? how are things between you and heeseung? shall i beat him up?” sunghoon asked and i chuckled, punching his shoulder lightly. “we’re fine hoon, so far so good! we never fought to a bad extent, we knew our mistakes and never repeated them. what about you and hye? she said eveyrthing’s going out well.” i faced him as he faced me and gave me a small smile, “we’re good too.”

“it’s been a long time since we talked like this. usually, i would go to your room and cry to you and we’ll have deep talks but now… i have no one to cry to.” i said as he turns to me, “isn’t heeseung living with you?”

“not yet, we’re still planning on it. i missed you, sunghoon. i know we’re grown ups now but, i hope i can sleepover at yours one day..? with the rest of course.” i said as he smiled and nodded, “of course yn. my door is always open for my little sister. and hey, you’re always a baby in my eyes.” i rolled my eyes and scoffed at his reply before laughing off with him.

“c’mon now, let’s go. they’re waiting for us.” sunghoon said as i nodded, getting up as we walked back together to the site. hyewon jumped on sunghoon the moment we stepped in and heeseung was grilling the meat. i snuck up behind him and covered his eyes, “guess who?” jay teased with his voice as heeseung giggled and turned around, “hello baby,” ignoring jay’s playful teasing as he pinched my cheeks.

“where were you?” heeseung asked as he fed me a piece of meat, “i was at the garden with hoon and hye. i wanted to bring you along but hey, parks and girls only.” i teased and poked his cheek as he pouted, “we’ll go later on hm?” he nodded and told me to take a seat while waiting.

“ynnie! we should go to that new amusement park tomorrow, one of my friends who live here said it’s really fun and they have huge cotton candies and a pile of popcorn in a heart shaped cone..!” jungwon recommended as his eyes got bigger the more he explained about the amusement park, same old yang jungwon, the cutest one.

“of course wonnie, we’ll go tomorrow okay? maybe we could go to that bungee jumping place heeseung was talking about as well..?” after everyone agreed, we all digged in into the food made deliciously by heeseung and jay. we all sat down and laughed, making jokes and taking ugly pictures of one another. after we were all done, we all played rock, paper, scissor and the losers had to clean up the mess. in the end, sunoo, jay and jungwon had to clean the mess while the rest could do whatever.

“hee, let’s go to the garden!” i said enthusiastically as i jumped on his back, he chuckled and agreed, carrying me on his back as he brought us to the garden. we sat at a bench further away from the site so we could have some private time together. the sea breeze was cool, i scooted closer to heeseung and wrapped my arms around his arm, laying my head on his shoulder as he pecked my forehead.

“we’ll never get private time away if we never found this seat.” heeseung said and i chuckled, agreeing with him. “right? i feel like they could be listening to every word we say.” heeseung laughed along as he patted my head, moving my hair out of my face as we watched the waves wave.

“you remind me of a star.” i blurted out in the warm silence we had, heeseung laughed, “so sudden?” i looked at him, “because you’re always shining. because everytime i’m there, you’re there and even if i’m not there, you’re still there so that i can always run into your arms. your presence lights up my world, or the sky at this moment. it feels… i feel happy to know that there’s always someone looking out for me even from afar. that’s why, you’re my star.”

heeseung smiled and giggled, “i love you so much, park yn.” i smiled and leaned back closer to him, “i love you even more, hee baby.”

“hey i have a little something for you, but you have to close your eyes, trust me?” heeseung said as he stood up and out his hand out for me to grab, “of course.” i grabbed his hand and he wrapped a cloth over my eyes, taking my hand again as he led me.

“heeseung, you didn’t have to give me a surprise. this vacation was so much more than a surprise and i appreciate it really. i mean, i appreciate every single thing you give or say to me like ‘i love you’ and all your acts of kindness like when you gave me your black hoodie in college, i still have it by the way, could you spray more cologne on it..? also—”

“princess. open your blindfold.” i stopped yapping and opened my blindfold, my eyes could not believe what i was seeing right now. all our friends were standing behind heeseung, who was now in a white blouse and the same black slacks, who was in the middle of a heart layout fileld with lit up candles along with my favourite flowers and a sign that my friends were holding up.

‘will you marry me, park yn?’

i covered my mouth as tears were brimming at my eyes, “heeseung…”

he pulled out a ring box from his side pocket, getting down on one knee as he smiled at me. “will you marry me? park yn? make me the happiest man alive and—“

“yes!!” i jumped and ran towards him who opened his arms wide, “yes heeseung, yes i will.” i hugged him tightly as he pulled away and placed the ring on my finger before we kissed in front of all our friends. “when— when did you even set this up?”

“the moment we planned our trip. i asked for help from the guys, i didn’t tell hyewom though because i was scared she might tell you and ruin the surprise.” he replied as he wiped away my tears and pecked my cheeks. everybody cheered as we went back to the site, everyone getting into their rooms while heeseung picked me up and threw me gently on our shared bed and leaned on top of me, “so, wife.”

i giggled at the nickname, “yes, husband?”

“what do you suggest we do now?” he smirked as his eyes constantly went down to look at my lips.

“i think you know..!” i said as he started tickling me and i tickled him back. a tickle fight of course!

hey we keep it pg here alright? well anyways, that’s the start of yn’s and heeseung’s marriage life. they will face many challenges but hey, with the help of one another, they’ll surely suceed. now, let’s fast forward and see their love live shall we?

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hhs' notes! hah.. it's the end of the smau :(( i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writting the smau🤭 i appreciate every single comment, like and reblog and i apologise if this smau wasn't the best either☺️ i love each and everyone of you! don't be sad about this smau ending as i will soon have more smau's upcoming and maybe add a few texting chapters to this smau! thank you for reading and supporting my smau, signing off, heeheesang :') 🤍🤍

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 2)

IU replying to herself:

I should leave this here!! (insert selca from Woori Bank Festival)

Uaena: I saved a lot of Jieun unnie photos today, so my memory is full now ㅠㅠ I should delete a few photos. Should I delete my photos or Jieun unnie’s photos? 🙄

IU: Please delete my photos. New photos will come soon.

Uaena: As 15 years have passed, it’s like the time of being an old fans is being forgotten. It feels weird. But that also means how amazing the present IU is now. Congratulations for your 15th year. ^^

IU: No way … Reuters-nim (*uaena’s nickname on fancafe) is a legend..

Uaena: Do you think chocolate conch bread is a savory bread? These days I live my live enjoying this chocolate conch read. Sorry my blood vessels..

IU: Chocolate conch bread can’t be considered as savory bread at any standard. It’s a sweet bread.

Uaena: It’s less than a week now. Please say something to Uaena who are waiting for the fan concert!!!

IU: You can’t like fan concert better than concert!!

Uaena: Is there any tips for sleeping well regularly?

IU: Stay awake and don’t sleep for 3 days..?

Uaena: Unnie!! Did you sleep well? I’m going to work now. Since today is our day, although you are busy, I hope you become the happiest person today🫶

IU: Fighting for today!!!!!🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥❤️

Uaena: Unnie, I love you🥲🩵 Have you had your breakfast? Please have a good day today🩵

IU: I ate Gimbab* .. but it’s a carrot kimbab without ham.. Wow, it crossed the line..

(TL note: a Korean dish made from cooked rice, vegetables, fish, and meat rolled in gim—dried sheets of seaweed—and served in bite-sized slices)

Uaena: Jieun Unnie!! Did you have your breakfast? Please recommend a lunch menu for today!!! Fighting for today 🫶💗

IU: Kimchi fried rice!!! With a fried egg on it 😝😝

Uaena: We are uaena couple who will get married next month. Thank you for congratulating us during Dream stage greeting the last time! Thank you for being friends of Uaena for 15 years! Please get along well in the future too🙋

IU: Congratulations congrats congrats❤️❤️❤️❤️ How about using “You & I” as your wedding march postlude when both of you walking down the aisle? Kekeke bbambbabababbam~~ bbabba~~~ (*imitating the instruments of You & I)

Uaena: Are you going on a world tour this year?🐥 (*written in English)

IU: No this year but, YES TOUR (*written in English)

Uaena: Unnie how can you be so playful, funny and cute??😚 Are you practicing at home??

IU: There’s a separate schedules for practicing being playful and funny 🥴😘

Uaena: Jieun unnie! Do you always have your breakfast??

IU: Yes! I must have my breakfast!

Uaena: Unnie, you said not to be roasted by the sun,,,,, but I was totally roasted yesterday. How do you take care of your skin when you get sunburnt?

IU: Just apply lots of moisturising cream and then wait until winter 🥲………

Uaena: How is the weather like where unnie is at today!?!? Isn’t it hot..? 🥺🥺🥺🥺⭐️🍀

IU: The sun keeps appearing and disappearing🥲 Stay still!!ㅠㅠ

Uaena: Unnie, I bought the book ‘The Brothers Karamozov’ intending to read it, but starting from their names, it’s very difficult and I’m finding it hard to immerse myself in it.. Do you have a method to read it more easily?

IU: Only the names of the characters in Karamozov are difficult, the content is really interesting.

Uaena: I’m curious whether unnie has eaten tanghulu!!!!! (TL note: Northern Chinese snack of rock sugar-coated fruits) If you have, do you like it?

IU: When I was touring a few years ago, I had it in.. was it Taiwan? at a night market. It’s become a trend here lately, but I haven’t had it yet! It’s been such a long time since I had it that I can’t remember..🥲

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

[lunerians]

would YOU like to hear some fun kieran and florian facts from my apple of my eye series? here you go.

regarding sweet foods and sweets, kieran has a preference for fruit-flavored stuff, but not the artificial ones! I feel like he'd also like tanghulu as well as other candied fruits.

kieran used to drink energy drinks almost daily pre-indigo disk, but he doesn't drink them as much anymore.

florian's choice of caffiene is tea! mainly because it's a common staple from galar. they like to put sugar and creamer in their teas, and have a preference for black teas. early grey is probably his favorite tea, though he loves trying out all sorts of teas.

since moving to paldea, though, florian's more open to drinking coffee; kieran, on the other hand, despises coffee because it tastes bitter.

florian also usually carries a big thermos of hot tea since it can get really cold in the early mornings and at night.

even though they both run a little hot, they actually love wearing each other's outerwear (jackets, sweatshirts, sweaters, etc.) are they both dying in the heat? yes. are they going to take off their jacket? no. after all, it's their favorite person's clothes :)

florian probably smells really clean, like laundry detergent or the outdoors, whereas kieran always smells like candied apples. his hydrapple loves getting pets and playing around with him, so its supersweet syrup ability kinda just. rubbed off on him. permanently.

so florian's obviously from galar, right? but did you know that he's actually cousins with elio (protag from pkmn sun in alola)? both of his alolan regional forms (ninetails and raichu) were caught there when their family went to visit a few years back

also their raichu is shiny. because I have a shiny raichu named hersey.

florian is also very well known as like. That Guy that shows up whenever and usually in the weirdest places. they spend most of their time in the wild shiny hunting for pokemon (and he has a tendency to just. not check his phone at all for hours) so ppl just cannot get a hold of him unless he’s like. in the same physical space as them.

kieran's the sole exception (plus his mother) of ppl florian actually responds to on time. they’re also probably the only ppl in his favorite contacts, just so that he still gets their notifs when he’s on dnd (which is. all the time. shiny hunting requires a lot of focus!!)

on the topic of phones. kieran gets one. its a plot reason but he gets one eventually. he really wanted to wait until he saw florian again so he could have them as the first person in his contacts but carmine wouldnt let him (he has to contact his family somehow! kieran was kinda miffed about it)

kieran’s sooo a default texter. like normal caps and autocorrect. he still spells a few things wrong but he fixed it in another msg if he can. he also doesn't msg as often since he’s not used to having a phone and generally uses it to keep in touch with his friends and family.

if kieran has any social media its def to just research the trends in the competitive scene (and most of his posts are reddit style where he does intense theorycrafting with other competitve nerds)

florian's also like. ghost level texter. they will leave you on read (not actually, they turned that off so penny would stop getting mad at him for not replying for days.) he’s definitely very casual regarding tone and doesn’t talk much via text. he is, however, a big fan of calls! especially calling kieran (to no one’s surprise)

kieran's also the only one that florian actually texts to in a somewhat expressive manner. when kieran shows his texts with florian to the others theyre all like. are we talking about the same person. are you sure that’s florian and not an imposter.

[momiji-bookhouse]

Hii! Can i have Sweet flower with kazuha for the event please ^v^

[Sweet Flower]: "You've got some flour on your cheek there, darling."

Event Masterlist

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

cw: mention of parent's death

The kitchen is where you feel at home.

It is the place where your first memories were made, where your father would hold you while your mother worked her magic in the kitchen to whip up the sweetest concoctions. You would poke everything curiously, laughing in delight as you swipe a small line of batter onto your mom's cheeks — no doubt at the nudging of your dad.

When you're a little older, you and him would bet on who could steal the most desserts before she notices, resulting in her having to slap your hands several times as you try to swipe an egg tart or cookie, ignoring her scolding while running away with your prize inside your mouth.

When you're not stealing, your mom would let you stay by her side while she bakes, your eyes following her every movement as she moves around gracefully, not a single action wasted.

You watch her make crystalline tanghulu from strawberries and sunsettias, cut squares of perfectly silken almond tofu and pouring osmanthus syrup over them, and press intricate designs onto mooncakes.

At one point, she notices that you begin to spend more time around the kitchen, less to pilfer and more because you're genuinely curious in what she's making and how she's making it. She started you with simple tasks such as pouring ingredients into the mixing bowl and cutting fruits with a child-proof knife, gradually teaching you how to wrap black sesame paste into glutinous tangyuan balls and make the creamiest puddings.

Many of your early attempts would come out misshapen and not quite right, but your dad would always eat them with gusto, no matter if you accidentally burnt it too much or put the wrong amount of ingredients in. Something kindled inside of you as you watch your parents eat the desserts you made, motivating you to work even harder next time to get it right.

You keep these memories of a narrow kitchen with walls seeped with the smell of sugar and spice and the echoes of laughter close to your chest. Especially when your mother was taken away by a swift and incurable disease.

You didn't think it would be possible for a kitchen to become more cramped, but everywhere you turn, a phantom of what was once was would haunt your vision. You alternate wildly between spending all your time in that tiny space and avoiding it all together, unable to bear to look at it. Your dad did most of the cooking when you both got tired of takeouts, no sugary scent wafted through the house.

It took a long time of crying, partial healing, and reflecting before you could step into the place without breaking down. Longer still for you to touch the well-worn baking equipments. Once you returned, you couldn't stop.

Like many, your mom didn't write down any of her recipes, instead relying on instinct and knowledge passed down from parent to child from each generation. Even if she did write them down, you had no doubt that she would be using words like "a pinch of this" or "a dash of that". She never taught you in precise measurements and instructions, but instead in how to feel.

This leads you to go down an obsessive rabbit hole, trying desperately to capture the taste you once knew, no matter how many batches it takes or how many sleepless nights. Your dad eats them all as he always does, even when he holds you close while you break down in tears, his own trailing down his cheeks.

It's a cathartic way of healing, but you heal nonetheless, no matter how slowly it takes. It culminated until one day you sink your teeth into a bouncy piece of almond tofu, and everything falls away until you're a child again, being lifted by your dad as both of you take a sneaky sip of the syrup, the sound of your mom's scolds faded in the background. You embrace your dad, and for the first time in a while, the tears in both of your eyes were joyful.

You realize that as much as baking heals you, watching other people eat your creations and see the memories washing over them heals you, too. You began to work multiple jobs here and there, and with help from your dad, managed to open up a bakery of your own. You make sweets that are familiar to the people of Liyue, but what sets you apart is that you're willing to make anything your customers ask of you. You've even had some customers from Mondstadt and Sumeru who came looking for a taste of home. You accepted all of their requests, as long as they're able to teach you or bring you a recipe. Atsuko in particular has become a regular, coming to pick up a mochi or two before going off to job hunt again.

It warms you to see your customers so happy, and that makes up for all of the hard work and endless nights poring over your failed experimentations.

One day, you open up as usual, putting all the freshly-made goods into the glass display case and placing the containers of fragrant tea leaves onto the counters. You just got word that the Crux have returned to harbor and was preparing for the sailors that would no doubt walk through your doors.

You're in the middle of putting another batch of egg tarts into the oven when you hear the door opens. You turn around, armed with your best smile to greet the customer. What you didn't expect to see is a young man in Inazuman clothing, the maple motif on his kimono matches the red streak in his pale white hair. He looks around your bakery curiously, and any interest you have about what an Inazuman is doing in Liyue in the middle of a highly publicized Sakoku Decree is squashed down by your customer service instincts.

"Hello, can I help you with anything?" You ask politely.

His eyes rest on you, the color reminding you of glazed sunsettias. He smiles, and your heart can't help but give a thump at how it lights up his youthful and attractive face.

"Good morning, this place was recommended to me, but I'm not too familiar with the sweets of Liyue. Could you recommend me something?"

"Of course. What is your preference when it comes to sweets? Do you like it to have more of a balanced, bitter aftertaste? Or something tart and citrusy?"

He thinks for a moment. "I have never really thought about it. Perhaps something light and airy to wash away today's humid weather?"

"I've got just the thing. For here or to go?"

"For here, please."

You nod and direct him to a table while you go to the back to retrieve the chilled almond milk. You cut them and scoop the delicate squares onto the plate, pouring just the right amount of golden syrup onto them, garnishing with a sprinkling of crushed almonds.

You place the dish down in front of him. "This is almond tofu with osmanthus syrup. Let me know if you need anything else."

You go to serve the next customer, wrapping up their order and receiving Mora from them. As you busy yourself, you can't help but glance over to him, eager to see his first reaction.

He spoons a piece of the glistening, white-jade jelly and slowly puts it into his mouth. Your mouth curves upwards when you see his eyes widening, a look of surprise crossing over his face. He takes a second bite, this time closing his eyes to slowly savor it. The romantics would say that in that moment, you can see an aura of flowers and sparkles radiating from him, and you like to think you're one of them. This is why you do what you do, after all.

After that, he stops by whenever he can, always taking the time to talk to you or even help out in the bakery when you needed. That's how you came to know him better, learning his name and bits of his past, the ones that he was willing to share with you.

(You're not so clueless as to not notice the faraway look in his eyes.)

As a sailor, Kazuha never remains on land for long, quickly whisked away by the calling of the sea as he sets out with the Crux to new adventures. But whenever he returns to Liyue Harbor, not only would he visit you, he would bring you ingredients from horizons far away. Valberries from windy Mondstadt, crunchy Lavender Melons the color of lightning, fragrant Padisarahs that shines purple when grounded. He gives them all to you without asking for anything in return, even when you insisted and managed to shove a dozen egg tarts into his hands.

However, you're determined to do something for him. So you went to Atsuko to ask her about Inazuman sweets and whether she can teach some to you. It took a few weeks of experimenting and endless baking in your kitchen, but you're finally able to make something that you're proud of. The next time that you catch wind of the infamous fleet anchoring itself at the harbor, you're ready for him as he walks through the door.

Kazuha glances at the plate that you offered in front of him. "Is this...what I think it is?"

You nod excitedly. "Surprise! I can't let you leave empty-handed this time." You put a hand up to stop him. "No buts, Kazuha. Please, just taste-test this for me? I want to make sure I got it right."

He takes a translucent Mizu Manjuu from the plate, and your heart can't help but thrum in your ears in anticipation. He pops it cleanly into his mouth, causing you to lean forward to catch his reaction.

He chews, and the longer he does the more you notice the gold flecks in his eyes sparkling back at you. An emotion that you recognize in many of your other customers take hold of him, one that twists the face into euphoric happiness and subsequent nostalgic sentimentality. In that moment, what memories had flooded him?

"This is..." There's a catch in his voice. "This is absolutely delicious. How did you learn to make these?"

"I have some help." You smile in satisfaction. "Did they taste like the real thing?"

"That and everything more. You have a marvelous talent, (Y/N). Your sweets have a special quality that I don't think even the best vendors in Inazuma could hope to replicate."

The blush that blooms from your cheeks travel all the way up to the tips of your ears. "You flatter me too much, Kazuha."

The white-haired ronin raise a hand close to your cheek, wiping away the streak of flour on it and leaving a behind a tingling trail, his smile genuine. "My words may be embellished, but they are never insincere."

You realize then though you love to feed all of your customers, you've come to love feeding Kazuha the most. He weaves his way into your heart as easy as the wind through your hair, planting himself into every corner of your mind and refuses to let go. It's as natural as shaping perfectly round sweet buns, so much so that you never feel like you have to rely on a recipe or method, even with your first kiss.

That's how you find yourself having to smack your boyfriend's hand as he dips a finger into the bowl of matcha cream that you're mixing.

"Kazuha," you scold. "That's for the dorayaki."

"I'm just tasting for you, my love," he says innocently. "It's delicious, as usual."

"For your information, I've already tasted it." You push the bowl further away from him. "I remember saying that about the red bean filling too, but that didn't stop you, did it?" Even as you say so, you find yourself giving him the spoon you used. Consider it a reward for him making the pancakes.

So there you stand with Kazuha in the cramp kitchen — him somehow still able to flip the pancakes expertly while having a hand around your waist, you spreading the filling onto them, both of you laughing and sneaking sweet kisses.

The kitchen smells of butter and sugar. And gods, does it feel like home.

[rainrivers1]

Justice for the invisible hero rock!

This came to me randomly while I was listening to music.

These characters are my oc’s in my head. I don’t usually write for them.

Larissa = hero = protagonist

Brie = villain and sister

Grandfather = supervillain

Father = supervillain

Basically just a hero in a horrible family of supervillains.

“Boss isn’t your sister a hero? What’s she doing here” a lackey asked. Brie whispers to her lackeys “She is, but she isn’t anything good. She was always a disgrace as a child. Follow my lead and watch. Father won’t even believe her.”

Her lackeys get excited and stand by to watch.

Brie spots Larissa at a small fruit stand. She seems to be buying some fruit sticks. Brie walks closer, she follows through with her plan and trips…

Larissa’s pov

I can’t believe he kidnapped me to make me attend. I didn’t even know they had supervillain conventions!

At least they have some tanghulu and milk tea.

“Excuse me! Can I please have two of the green grape and strawberry one and the lychee fruit tea with nata? Thank you!” I asked the guy who was manning this cute looking booth.

“That will be 12 dollars… thank you.” I gave him the money and he left to fulfill the order.

Hmm… I wonder what else they have here.

Is that Brie? Why is she walking here? She’s supposed to be with her friends. Oh they’re right behind her. The heck? Are they really hiding behind a chair!?

Oh shoot! She fell.

I start to move towards her to help, but her friends were already by her side and she wasn’t injured physically. So I just asked, “Brie, Are you okay?”

“What the fuck Ris! I can’t believe you! you tripped me! aren’t you gonna say sorry?” And she starts crying.

Oh… so it’s like that…

Well two can play at this game.

“Uh no?” I say as my order finally arrived and I thanked the man.

“It’s not my fault you tripped on your own”

“Why you-“ she starts loud.

“What’s going on here!?” His majesty said calmly.

“Father! Larissa tripped me and she won’t even apologize!” — so we’re still lying, okay.

“Larissa!? I can’t believe this!?” — me neither — “ I get that you’re uncomfortable here” “that is an understatement” “and that you may be jealous of your sister cause she’s a successful villain” — unlike me —“and has connections, but you can’t go around hurting people here! What the fuck is wrong with-“

Oh my gosh “You can’t seriously be believing her. Do I look like the type to just go around pushing people for no reason?! If ever I do, it’s to villains. And that’s cause they keep blowing up things every two blocks. I’m just doing my job! It’s not my fault they do that! Just like it’s not my fault she tripped!”

“You pushed me!” She says as she leans on her friends. Ooo she looks pissed.

“You tripped on your own! I was gonna help you but you started accusing me and… I just didn’t feel like it anymore. “ I defended.

“Didn’t feel like it anymore!? YOU didn’t FEEL like it ANYMORE!? How could you aren’t you a hero! You’re supposed to be empathetic!” She looks ready to lunge and attack me. I didn’t even do anything.

“And aren’t you a villain!?Maybe you tripped on a rock whose family you killed. And that rock was out for revenge!”

“You- “

“What is going on here?!” Grandfather says. We must’ve been causing a scene. He usually doesn’t bother if we’re fighting at the palace.

“Grandfather! Rissa tripped me and keeps on lying and she won’t even apologize!”

He nods at her to continue.

“I was walking over with my friends to my sister to say hi and then she pushed me. She didn’t even budge an inch when I fell and continued eating her stupid fruit stick!”

“It’s not a fruit stick. It’s tanghulu. And I wasn’t even near you.” I whispered to myself.

“And you, child?” He asks me.

“Respectfully, Grandfather. I did not trip her. She fell on her own. On a rock!” I lied.

“There’s not even a rock there!”

“It was an invisible rock! Ever thought of that!? It was an invisible hero rock and it was out here on its own for revenge and justice cause you must’ve killed its poor family! It’s even worse that it didn’t get its proper revenge seeing as to how you are fine walking and standing right now. Even accusing me of such lies.”

“Oh my gosh. Stop lying! There’s no rock and you pushed me!” She yells back.

“Was killing its family not enough for you?! You’re even denying its existence! How vile can you be! Justice for the poor invisible hero rock.”

“Oh fuck you!”

Ha

Distant villains just watching on.

‘Wtf.’

[bloomed-night-flower]

Something Stupid

I feel bad I haven’t finished my bigger works so heres this 😽

know I stand in line

The light spring breeze blows by as they stand in line for some candied fruit (tanghulu). Though something manages to distract them, a funny looking person was stuffing their face with the crystalized fruits. They stifled back a laugh as their cheeks seemed to puff out with all the hardened fruits within their mouth.

“umm, excuse me you’re holding up the line.”

The person snapped out of their thoughts as the worker reminded them they were in line, and with quick purchase they ordered a grape tanghulu and they quickly made their way towards the stranger they were eyeing at.

Until you think you have the time

To spend an evening with me

And if we go some place to dance

As the rain dripped down slowly you had grabbed hold of their hand as you dragged them into the rain, now both of your guys clothed soaked and weighed down from the rain that had soaked into your guys clothes. You hold his dominant tightly in the opposite of his hand as you twirl him around and let out tiny bits of laughter and he soon joined in with your laughter.

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

Sitting in on a chair behind an island placed inside a kitchen as you made (p/h/d) [preferred hot drink] for the two of you to enjoy together. Towels were placed under both of your guy’s wet hair as the towel soaked up the water droplets. Both in comfortable clothing that would almost lul you two sleep from the softness. 

And then I go and spoil it all

Their heartbeat starts to pick up a beat as they stare lovingly at you while you are distracted making their drinks. If only they can say those three words, but isn’t that stupid thinking? What would they do if you said you don’t love them back, ‘I wish I could say the words I want to express towards you…’

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

“I love you, Y/n..” All you did was laugh and think as if it was a funny joke, you didn’t want to think the words they spoke were true. Why would they be? What if they’re trying to play with your heart like the last person?

I can see it in your eyes

That you despise the same old lies

You heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you

For me it's true

‘Please, just accept my love. I’m not lying, I love you from the moon to- no scratch that,I love you like how the waves move for the moon.’

And never seemed so right before

I practice every day

To find some clever lines to say

To make the meaning come true

But then I think I'll wait

Until the evening gets late

And I'm alone with you

The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The aquarium lights lit up the glass tanks filled with variants of different sea animals as you two strolled quietly along. Both of you exit outside to the outdoor area of the aquarium where more land like sea animals rested. Though the stars shone beautifully as it was slowly being blanketed with the dark and mix of stars and a crescent moon.

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

‘I love you’

The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

‘I love you’

‘I love you’

‘I love you’

“I love you, Y/n. I’m not joking so please tell me, do you love me back?”

Characters?

Deuce,Cater, Jack, Jamil, Epel, Malleus, Silver (Twst)

Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Angry, Shinchiro,Kakucho, Rindou,Baji, Senju (Trv [I prob forgot a lot of characters])

(Any other characters you favor!)

[brookebeebe-blog]

July 18th - Fort San Domingo, Tamsui Old Street, and Ferry

Last night, some of us decided to go on a bar crawl, which extended far into this morning. The bar crawl was kind of boring because they weren’t really any people in the bars except for us and they didn’t play any music. The last place our guide took us on the crawl was a club called Ruff, which was super fun. I have never been to a club like it. In Gainesville, we have clubs, but they are nothing like this. The music makes your entire body vibrate, there are lasers, smoke machines and women drink free. We were having a really good time and then all of the lights turned on. Then, around 20 cops walked in and started checking everyone’s passport. After about 30 minutes of waiting, the lights turned back off and the night resumed. I didn’t get home until about 3 am. Then, I woke up bright and early at 8 and couldn’t go back to sleep. I just laid in bed until it was time to go pretty much. First, we went to the Fort San Domingo, which reminded me a lot of the forts in St. Augustine. Next, we went to the Tamsui Old Street, which was pretty much like the night markets, but it just operated during the day. I picked up some tanghulu, which is Chinese candied fruit. Today I got grapes, but I think I prefer the strawberries. Lastly, we went on a ferry ride which was my favorite part of the day. After we crossed, there was some beautiful ocean scenery and boats. I even got to try some cuttlefish. I am extremely tired after the day, so I’m ready to go back home and get a good night of sleep before tomorrow!

Academic Reflection

There wasn’t a reading for today so I will focus my research on Fort San Domingo, which was our first activity of the day. It was built in 1629 by the Spanish in order to aid their conquest of the area against the local Chinese and aboriginal people. It was then captured by the Dutch in 1642 when they drove the Spanish from Taiwan. Then, the fort was referred to as “Hongmao Castle” which was derived from the read headed appearance of the Dutch inhabitants. Then, in 1867, the British leased the forts and renovated it, giving it red roof tiles and a red brick veranda, which gives it the iconic look it has today. We got to see some old brick protected by glass on our tour of the fort, along with some canons that helped defend the fort. I always think it’s so interesting to see how people used to live and I cannot imagine summers in Taiwan without air conditioning. With that being said, they did have an incredible view.

Citations

https://eng.taiwan.net.tw/m1.aspx?id=2129&sNo=0002091#:~:text=First%20built%20in%201629%20by,the%20Spanish%20from%20the%20island.

[py-dreamer]

Yea!!! Can you tell I have favorites lol

so since it's the 20th in my time, it is officially my birthday today!

But I wanted to get this out regardless so kinda count it as the previous day's ig

I will be posting something later today probably but it will most likely just be a compilation of all the cakes I've done thus far.

Ok but um on with the cake!

It's like a cheesecake and I basically copied Tengen's cake with like a jelly filling with fruit suspended in it, peaches (obviously), strawberries and blueberries cause I like them and sod it I'll put them on this goddamn cake!

The thing Wukong's sitting on is one of those peach ice creams that's gotten so popular lately with the sprinkle of pink dust thingy on top.

On either side of the cake is the fillet from the journey and the hat from the brotherhood era, one from his reckless past and one from his redemption and I just think that's neat.

The blue puffy stuff is meant to be his nimbus clouds represented as cotton candy.

I have the baiju jar in there as reference to Wukong becoming immortal again due to the all the wine made from the peaches of immortality at the festival.

The staff as a little candle was so fun! And I like pocky so I chucked them on there to fill space and it looks good so sue me

The grey thing behind the staff and balloon is meant to be the Buddha's hand that trapped him under the mountain and a reference to his imprisonment under 5 phases mountain.

Peach popsicle! Of course I had too! A lil something from the present for our (shadow) peachy friend

Mk's stone as well, had to add his son in there too. The baby ever.

(probably just a cookie but it's the thought that counts)

The two sugar cookies are meant to be his logo (aka the lmk logo) and fireworks, again taken from Tengen's cake.

The sun is a candied/tanghulu esque orange thing. Like an orange slice coated in yellow melted sugar shaped like a sun and the phoenix feather cap since I consider it iconic enough to put in here. I didn't want to put it on him, blocking a lot of the decorations so I just hung it to the side and I think I'm happy with that.

A lot more monkeys here! It was very fun popping them in! I know I only gave Mac 1 but I mean Wukong's the monkey king for a reason. Let him be a loving grandpa and invite his subjects on the cake with him. He granted them immortality by ripping their names out the book of dead, let them have a place on the cake too

Also, yes that is the origami pilgims in the bottom left, I couldn't leave them alone could I?

Now the elephant in the room (or at least in my head), yes I did use @maplesleep's matcha pancake design for flower fruit mountain.

Cake on cake. Bit much but hey, I like cake and pastries better than candy normally so win for me.

And I couldn't just make cake about Sun Wukong without mentioning his home/origins of ffm. I do genuinely love the inginuity and adorableness factor of the pancake design and hope they don't mind me slapping it on my...cheesecake? Jelly cake? Jelly-cheesecake?

(also I have to ask @maplesleep, did you watch the 3rd emirichu anime cafe video, specifically the urusei yatsura cafe as inspiration for the 'sun wukong's strawberry sponge cake punishment' parfait thingy, gorgeously drawn btw I used those drawings as inspiration quite a bit for these cakes, or saw the urusei yatsura collab anime cafe

cause I couldn't help but notice the similarities between that and the 'shinobu's maiden strength parfait' cause if you didn't that be a pretty funny coincidence lol)

So what do you think? You think I could make it as another lmk food chef for lego? Can I join the club lmao?

I do realize in retrospect the disrespect I did Mk by making his cake so plain by comparison to his mentor's. But I think that's a testament to my improvement and attention to detail when making these cakes as the days have progressed!

I consider Mk's in particular to be the most lacking and I lowkey feel so bad for my boi for not giving him the main character status he deserves.

I might draw him again, idk. Not anytime soon though, like I said, I'm quite busy now more than before and I need a break, still glad I could serve y'all another slice of cake though!

[jacksulkes]

July 14 - Free Day 1

After clubbing late last night, I slept in this morning and then went to lunch. I ate at a ramen place and ordered ramen with black garlic and squid ink. As always, the egg was my favorite part. After lunch, we met up at Taipei Arena, which has roller skating, ice skating, small restaurants, and some other things. We went ice skating. I used to be terrible at ice skating, but this time I started getting the hang of it. Then, we headed over to the jade market because it is only on weekends. I walked all the way through the market and back. All of the green jade was so beautiful. Across the street of the jade market, there was another market for plants and art. We stopped by that one too, and they had elegant bonsai trees. Later on, we went hiking up Mount Elephant. Apparently, it looks like an elephant from above. We heard the peak is a great spot to see Taipei 101 and the city, and it absolutely was. The hike almost entirely consisted of going up a long staircase to the top. It was a very tiring but short hike. The view was well worth it. Right after the hike, we went straight to perhaps the biggest and most famous night market in Taiwan, Raohe Night Market. Right outside the market, I saw a gorgeous ornate temple first, and then we walked in. I first waited in a long line at the front of the market for Michelin Star meat buns. Then, I grabbed some amazing barbecue grilled squid. At this point, I was already getting full, but I had to try some tanghulu. Tanghulu is candied fruit. The coating is colored and clear, like a melted jolly rancher. I got the orange tanghulu which was delicious. After that, my friend got some of Taiwan’s famous stinky tofu. I tried some of his. Finally, I got just some watermelon juice. I saw lots of good foods that I wanted to get, but decided to wait until next time. Next time, I want to try the Taiwanese fried chicken, mango shaved ice, oyster omelet, pork stew, durian, or pigs blood cake. I also saw chicken feet and squid balls, which I may try another time. In addition, I saw many stands with sweet potato balls, which I did try before in Ximen night market. I would love to get those again there too next time.

[prickly-bulbasaur]

Candied Fruit

Katsuki didn’t know what he wanted, and it was driving him nuts. He knew he wanted something sweet, but not heavy like ice cream, pure sugar like cotton candy or marshmallows, hell not even an oatmeal cookie. He even asked Sato if he had any sweets he made, but Bubbly Kirby took all of the baked goods, dammit.

Sato did say he could make more, but it would take several hours, something Katsuki didn’t have time for. So, he resigned to heading back down to the kitchen to grab the ice cream to eat instead. He knows it is Izuku’s favorite but he didn’t care at the moment and will deal with it tomorrow.

He got out of his thoughts when he heard the clinking of dishes and peeked in to see Sero in the kitchen, standing over a stove keeping an eye on a pot that seemed to be boiling something. Katsuki took a sniff but didn’t smell anything so it was either water or something else that was odorless. Curious, he walked in and leaned over the pot as Sero left to get a tray of assorted fruits that were drying next to the sink. His mouth suddenly watered as he realized his classmate was making Tanghulu, and that was exactly what he was looking for.

“Oh hey, Bakugou! Didn’t see you sneak up behind me.” Sero said as he set the skewered fruit down. He then tilted the pot slightly and dipped the fruit quickly before placing them on wax paper. “What brings you down here so late? Usually, you are in your dorm to sleep away.”

“Y-yeah, I was a little hungry but I don’t know what to eat,” Katsuki grunted, eyeing Sero doing nimble work with the Tanghulu. The clear melted sugar drips back into the pot as the chill from the fruit begins to cool and harden the sugar into a glass casing. Not a single crack or fog in sight, it was the perfect sugar glass. 

Sero briefly looked at his dormmate, noticing the red eyes dilate bigger than he had usually seen them when the blonde gets excited when he gets to blow things up. “You ok, Bakugou? You uh…kinda drooling over there.” He chuckles as he gets the rare red embarrassment flush from Bakugou as he turns away to wipe the evidence. “You know, I am making a big batch today where they will most likely last past the fruit’s fresh-by date. I will give them to everyone tomorrow, maybe the extra to Uraraka. She does love her sweets.”

Bakugou growled and pouted, surprising Sero. “Pink Cheeks already had her fair share of sweets. I went to Big Lip’s room to grab some sweets but he straight out told me that she took everything.” 

Sero shook his head, “I know I shouldn’t comment on a woman’s diet but she does eat a lot without a thought to share or ask the others if she can have some. I mean, she still had a black eye when she ate Midoriya’s peppermint candy ice cream. Those things are hard to come by and Sato made them just for Midoriya.”

Bakugou paled as he suddenly remembered. “Oh yeah, she was surprised when he did that too. He normally keeps his emotions in check, but when it comes to dessert that is a different story.” He shuddered when an image of a pissed-off Izuku began to berate Uraraka. “He verbally grilled her too and told her all of her flaws both in Quirk and impulse. I don’t think he cared if he made her cry and the other girls were angry at him for a few days.”

Sero chuckled and handed Bakugou a plate of 5 Tanghulu, showing a shine surrounding various fruits like pineapple, strawberries, and most impressively, watermelon. “Yeah, I would have hidden underground if I angered the girls. He fought a war and apparently won.”

Katsuki took the plate and nodded. “Yeah, well, the Midoriya’s have a quiet temper. If you push their buttons enough they will tear you to shreds.” He and Sero sat at the dining table and he picked up one with pineapple, eyeing it and his mouth watered again telling his brain to take a bite. The sheen was so perfect, the glass sugar so clear and not a crack as it cooled it was at the perfect temperature. 

He then took a bite and the sugar casing broke with little resistance, the sugar dissolving onto Katsuki’s tongue as the sweet and tangy combo of the pineapple melded into bliss. Katsuki sighed as his craving began to purr in satisfaction, stating that it was the perfect light yet sweet dessert that he needed. 

“Hehe, didn’t think you could purr, Bro. I should tell Izuku about this.”

“You do, I will find a way to barely kill you as you are too good at Tanghulu to die.”

The raven-haired teen again chuckled at the blonde before the duo ate their treats in silence. Sero had to wrap the others in separate bags and bring them to his fridge so no one could eat them, especially Uraraka. Bakugou decided to help him with that as a thank you.