#Onion soup behind secret

[ssvnriseya]

IN TOO DEEP (D.D.)

summary - he wants more of you day by day as if he was being seduced by the forbidden fruit.

warnings - MDNI 18+ mentions of attempted rape, violence, language, dark!daryl, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), age gap ( reader is 18, daryl is 30. he has no weird feelings before she was 18 ), breeding kink, panty sniffing, intended lowercase (let me know if i missed anything)

request - keep a secret was amazing! i have a request for you, can you do a dark daryl fic set in prison era. where he keeps tabs on the reader, stalker stuff (steals her undies) and fucks her in prison showers. please include age gap (reader is 18, daryl is 30) and a breeding kink, please! - 🎀

note - okay, the characters deserve a happy ending at the prison, no one can change my mind!

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it was a hard year for you, you've lost too many people you cared about and gained more to care about.

your mother, lori, she died after giving birth to your baby sister. your little sister and brother were your angels.

they were the reason you still kept going, along with your dad, and the memories of your mom.

you had grown to care about the people of woodbury that now resided at your home, the prison.

whether it be the children, elders, teen, and adults. you absolutely love sasha, tyreese, and mika.

"hey, honey." carol smiled at you as she continued stirring the pot where all the people and your meals is being cooked.

"hey, carol. you didn't wake me up." you groaned at her as you walked to stand by her side.

"you were tired from the run yesterday, rick would kill me if i exhaust you too much." she smiled at you as she cut onions.

"i'll cut them." you smiled at her as you took the knife and chopping board.

"thank you. and i didn't wake you up because everything here is handled." she assured you.

it was early morning and no one was up yet, it gave you both the time to cook and chat freely.

"but, i woke up anyway." you teased her and nudged her as she stirred the pot and you chopped the onions.

"what are we having today?" you asked as you peered inside the bowl.

"just soup again with deer meat." she told you and you nodded, giggling.

"watery soup because we're lacking ingredients." you told her with a groan as you pour the onions in the soup.

"please, carol, remind me when i go on runs to pick up spices." you added.

"alright, young lady." she teased and you smiled, you both had been close ever since lori died.

she had been the mother figure, but not romantically to rick, she also stood as a mother to rick, if that was possible.

"who caught the deer? daryl again?" you asked as you frowned at the chopped meat.

"who else? he's our only hunter." she smiled at you, knowing that you utterly despised the man.

"okay, maybe i won't eat." you joked with a huff as you crossed your arms.

"then don'." someone told you from behind making you gasp in shock.

"daryl! don't sneak up on people like that!" you told him as you looked at him with disapproval.

"if ye' don't like m' deers, don't eat!" he sneered at you making you let out a small smile.

"okay, i won't." you told him and leaned in to carol, to gossip with her. daryl is in a fair distance.

you took over stirring and whispered something to her, "i'm fucking missing one again."

you groaned as you frowned, it was very hard to loose a pair of panties.

it was very hard to find one on runs and you will suddenly loose some?

"if one of the women are stealing them, it's very unhygienic." you shook your head.

"it would disappear only to appear two days or a day after, you'll get it back." she reassured you.

"what the fuck are they doing with my knickers?" you told aloud making daryl look at you.

you rolled your eyes at him and stared into the pot, it was boiling and the delicious smell of it was making you hungry.

your pride was high so you went right back into your cell block once the woodbury people came out into the courtyard.

it hadn't only been half an hour before daryl came knocking at your cell.

"ye' can eat, was jus' jokin'." he told you in a quiet voice, you smiled.

"okay!" you stood up from your bed and placed your book to the side.

you were never the first to apologize, if you knew you weren't in the biggest wrong.

"carol told you to apologize?" you smiled as you stood in front of him, he was a lot taller than you.

"nah." he responded and you nodded, smiling. you stepped out of the cell, brushing past him.

"i'll follow ye' back, 'm jus' gon' do somethin'." he told you with a nod.

you gave him a thumbs up before going down the stairs and out the cell block.

daryl waited for a few minutes before going into your cell, he went to your basket full of clothes.

he quickly placed the panty, that you were missing, back into the basket. he grabbed another one and stuffed it into his pocket.

he wasn't usually like this but you made him crazy, with you scent and the way you acted around him.

you despised him sometimes, yet you could tolerate him enough to flirt with him.

he hated how you made him feel, he wanted to stop what crazy shit he was even doing.

but the thing is, he can't, he's in too deep in the situation. he's fucking addicted to your natural smell.

he fucked your underwear every night, imagining that it was you. he absolutely loved those moments.

call him a creep and whatsoever but he's obsessed with you. so fucking obsessed.

he loved the smell and heat in the shower when he got in right after you finished bathing.

he loved your hair, the way it flows smoothly whenever you ran your fingers in them when frustrated.

don't get him started in your smile, he can fucking kill an entire herd if that means he gets to see you smile.

he loved your skin, your soft milky skin and how they easily turn red when being gripped to tight.

he wondered if he gripped your wrists to tight when he was fucking deep balls into you, would they leave a fucking bruise? he loved that idea, meaning everyone would see that someone fucked you that night.

he loved your body, every curve, every form of you from head to toe.

he went crazy on every teenagers from woodbury who even tried to go near you.

he did it in private, just to not have him scare you off. he almost killed for you, he would do anything just to protect you.

it was when you were on the road, right after the farm fell. you, maggie, glenn and daryl encountered a group of men when you were on the run for the group.

the men was obviously stuffed full, having the weapons and foods that you all were desperately trying to find.

they were obviously a whole lot bigger, not starved during the months that the whole apocalypse started.

glenn and daryl tried to talk to the men, in hopes of escaping the men.

they failed and two of them went to beat up glenn and daryl, making you pull out a gun.

it was a very ugly fight, glenn received a broken nose and multiple bruises in the face and stomach.

daryl was worse, he tried to punch back just to get to you, but to no avail it only made things worse.

that left two other men that was onto you and maggie, you fucking tried to fight him off, he was too big.

he tried to rape the both of you, and that made daryl see red, he was on full adrenaline that he fucking killed the four men single-handedly.

it ended with glenn almost passed out cold, you and maggie shaken up and lastly daryl who was still gritting his teeth in anger.

he fucking swore to himself not to let any other dirty men touch you for their own pleasure.

"daryl!" he was cut-off in his trance by a small voice calling out to him.

he stood up immediately from his crouched position and turned to face the door.

carl stood there with a smile on his face as he nodded at daryl.

"what are you doing here? anyways where is she?" carl asked, looking for you as he inspected the room-cell.

"out in the courtyard... ye' eat already?" daryl asked the little boy as he stepped out from your cell, closing the gate behind him.

"no, i was just going to call her so we could eat together." carl said in a small voice, he wanted to spend more time with you, he felt as if everything that's been happening has been pulling you away from him.

"let's go 'ere together." he put a hand on the little boy's shoulder, giving him a thin smile.

"she's probably eatin' with andrea and carol." he said referring to the older women you hung out with.

"yeah, i'll run so i can see sophia." carl told daryl as the little boy beamed.

"ya..." daryl nodded at carl, and the latter took it as a sign to ran out to the court yard.

when he arrived at the courtyard it was busy with people and their own conversations.

he looked for you and didn't see you, he was worried that maybe you were off with some boys.

he would definitely fucking beat the shit out of the boy who ever tried to take you from him.

his thoughts were proven wrong when a small bunch of people were by gate.

he immediately spotted your hair that made him crazy but not as much as you made him crazy.

he walked towards you with a frown, his frown falling and replaced with a small smile as he heard you laugh.

michonne was there, looking proud and almost eye-teary. you hugged her as you also sobbed with joy.

he was confused why but his smile also grew bigger once he saw what was inside the box that michonne brought back.

the head of the governor was sitting there, eyes in shock and lifeless.

they had spent months hunting for the governor and now they found him, they can finally breath in peace.

the governor looked dirty, his beard and moustache was grown, wildly. like he doesn't have a place to stay and clean himself up.

"we're free, daryl." you whispered to him and you also hugged him, cheeks stained in tears.

he pulled away and wiped your tears away, just like he's always wanted to do.

he looked behind michonne to find a small group of people. they looked relieved to see a sanctuary ahead of them.

"oh, this is the family i found with philip. they didn't know who he truly was, so i explained it all." michonne pointed to the three people standing at the corner.

you gave them a slight wave as you smiled at the little girl, "this is tara, lilly and her daughter, meghan." michonne added.

they smiled awkwardly and gave a little wave back, glancing at daryl, rick, michonne, carol and you.

"and this is eugene, he pretended to be a scientist who knows the cure to all but all is well, rosita, and abraham." michonne pointed to the other three standing at a fair distance from tara's family.

"hi!" you gave rosita, eugene and abraham a small smile and a wave.

you walked to stand beside your dad, wrapping your hand around his arms as he inspected the strangers.

"you sure they could be trusted?" rick looked at michonne, she nodded and glanced back at the six.

"alright." rick said with a smile at michonne, he trusted her and would listen to every thing she said.

"welcome to the group!" you greeted them cheerily, you went near meghan and took her small hands into yours.

"i'll take her to meet the kids." you told lilly and she nodded, she can't believe that there's a sanctuary for them to live in, for her daughter and sister to live in peacefully.

you walked with meghan, hand in hand as you took her to the field where the kids played.

"join them, okay? if anyone bullies you, tell me. i'll kick their ass." you smiled at the young girl.

you instantly warmed up to her innocent eyes and warm heart, listening to whatever she was told.

you turned around and jumped back, looking at daryl in shock as you held your hand to your chest to calm your breathing.

"you scared me, dixon!" you told him with a shark glare as you walked past him.

"ye' makin' threats to lil' kids now?" he joke half heartedly, you giggled.

"i like her, she's sweet." you told him with a small sigh as you walked side by side with him.

"wha' s'wrong?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows as he scanned your face.

"nothing, i just really wanted a baby before all this. they're cute and really sweet." you ranted as you puffed your cheeks.

"ye? baby?" he asked like he couldn't believe it, you pouted at him and rolled your eyes.

"sorry, was kiddin'." he told you with a small smile, you only frowned in response.

"yes... but it's hard, and i don't think i'm ready again as i was before. there's an apocalypse now and there's hardly anyone my age around here, and if there is... t—they just avoid me like plague!" you said with an unreadable emotion.

"who told ye' anything about boys yer' age?" he asked as he walked with you into the cell block.

"i don't get it..." you told him as you walked up the stairs and stopping right outside your cell.

you walked inside and he followed in suit, you smiled and gestured for him to sit on the bed.

"maybe ye' can try wit' someone younger or older." he said with a grunt.

"what are you suggesting, dixon?!" you teased him as you stopped pacing.

you wiggled your eyebrows at him when he started stuttering and turn a bit red.

"nothin' forget it." he told you and he stood up but you immediately were in front of him and held his shoulders to get him back to sitting.

"i was just teasing you, daryl. but, no kidding, i really should try with someone older?" you asked with pure innocence that daryl couldn't face.

"y—ya..." he stuttered and scratched the back of his neck as he looked at his lap.

"well, there's johnny, he's five years older." you told him as you sat beside him.

"nah... he's been wit' almost everyone 'ere." he told you as he shook his head.

"okay... i really need to take a bath, do you mind if we talk later?" you asked him as you stood up from the bed.

he shook his head and also stood up, "also got somethin' else t'do."

"okay, bye!" you waved at him and ushered him out of your cell.

you groaned and went to your clean basket, in search of clothes to wear in the sunny day.

you picked out your clothes and took a glance at the dirty pile.

your underwear, was already there. you picked it up carefully and examined it.

you dropped it with a groan, you had to get used to someone stealing your panties just to bring them back.

but it's creepy as fuck and totally unhygienic if they're wearing it or what ever.

you stood up from your crouched position, your towel and clothes in hand.

you walked out of your cell and closed it behind you, it was quiet inside as almost all of the people living in the cell block was outside.

it was a good time to shower, considering there's a population of a hundred in the prison.

it really was hard to shower with that many people, there were many showers but it looks like the time people wants to shower is whenever you wanted to.

you entered the room where a dozen of shower was, you and your original group shared this shower.

you didn't have to worry about peeping tom's or creepy men spying you.

you placed the towel on the hanging bar and your clothes on the table outside.

you stepped in, undressing yourself as you placed your dirty clothes on another rack.

the fucking cold water was refreshing, you really needed it, considering that it was a hot day in the prison.

you showered very quickly so your group can still have cold water, you felt bad because they've been spending all day in the sun ever since summer.

you pulled on your towel and wrapped it around your body, stepping out on the shower.

you went to the table and grabbed your clothes, going back inside the shower to change.

the clothes you wore were just a jeans short and a camisole, perfect wear for a sunny day.

besides you will be working on the fence today, so you still had to shower later.

work on the fence was exhausting, imagine that you will be standing outside for a few hours just killing walkers with the sun glaring down at you.

but it's worth it because by the end of the day there weren't walkers anymore by the fence.

and when you wake up the next morning there is walkers, and you kill them again.

that was your routine but sometimes you're on babysitting duty with beth, a girl just your age.

she was the sister of maggie, innocent just like you, just more shy and she's not as open-mouthed as you.

you stepped out of the shower again, dressed in clean clothes. you went to the rack that you found on a run a month ago and placed your towel there along with a few others.

an old lady was kind enough to stitch your name on the towel so it doesn't get mixed with the others.

it was a very sweet thing to do, she also was one of the elders you absolutely adore.

you went back to your cell and brushed your hair, it has grown longly, it wasn't the same mid-hair length when the apocalypse started.

instead it reached just above your butt, you smiled as you braided your hair and put little clips on it.

you shuffled on your make-shift drawer and looked for the sunscreen that thankfully michonne found on a run a week ago.

she found a full box of sunscreen and gave it to those who were on fence duty which was twenty people or so.

you don't get bored as much in fence duty when you had karen to gossip with.

she's always telling you how romantic tyreese is, how their dates always end with a sweet kiss.

it makes your heart flutter that your friend found love amidst all this.

you applied sunscreen on your exposed skin, you even went about thinking that you should just wear long-sleeves and pants.

karen would kill you, ranting about how you might faint again like you did once on fence duty.

it worried the hell out of everyone and you were on cooking and babysitting duty for a month after that.

you kind of don't want that to happen so you decided against it.

you placed the sunscreen back on your drawer and went out the cell, after slipping on your cowboy boots.

you walked past cell's when you heard grunts and moans in a particular cell you know too well.

you walked near it with cautious step, "daryl?" you asked him, you can't see anything because of the white sheet that covered the gate.

you opened the cell and found daryl flustered, "you okay, old man? are you having back pain?"

asking him was kind of you, considering you were starting to warm up to him.

"i can massage you if you want, i'll just skip fence duty." you offered to him as you walked by his bed.

your brows were furrowed in worry, he felt bad for making you worry when he was just jerking himself onto your underwear, smelling it like a creep.

"i do it all the time with dad, when he's having back problems." you explained as you sat beside him.

this was one of the reasons he fell for you, your kindness and no hesitation to help.

he didn't know why he started liking you when you all found the prison.

he hated himself at first, for falling for you who's almost half his age and you're most importantly, the daughter of a man he considered his best friend.

he felt sick but he can't do anything with it, his feelings for you grew deeper especially when the woodbury people arrived.

he didn't know what to tell rick. “hey man, i like your daughter.” was that what he's supposed to say?

"nah... 'm fine. ye' should go before yer' late f'fence duty." he told you.

you shrugged but nodded, "okay..." you st oppd up from his bed.

"if you feel sick, tell me." you smiled at him and went out of his cell, continuing your walk down the stairs.

it took a good minute before you were out of the cell block, you walked in the hallways before you managed to exit the prison.

"hi, karen..." you waved at the said woman and walked to approach her.

you also greeted tyreese who kissed his girlfriend good bye and waved back at you.

"that was a sweet kiss, i'm jealous." you teased her and then pouted, you wanted to experience loving someone.

beth have zack and she's your age, carl have sophia and they're younger than you! how was it fair?

you even asked rick if he would allow you to have a boyfriend over dinner the other night.

the rest of the group laughed while carol, michonne and andrea teased you.

you didn't notice how daryl's mood was down the whole night after that.

he wanted you to notice him, he tried to argue with you every chance he got just to have you notice him.

"you'll find them someday." karen knew what you were thinking and you gave her a small nod.

she handed you a sharp spear and you both walked to the fence where the other's are working now.

you worked for hours along side karen and by the time you were done, the sun was almost setting.

it made every sweat worth it because there's not a single walker in sight.

it was really a good setting, with the council and how they handled every thing.

you all were working to make the prison a home, the crops had grown and are ready to harvest every three weeks.

it was all because of the fertilizers you all try to find every run, and the pigs and chicken had more babies.

it was a good life and it would stay like that forever. you said goodbye to karen and placed the spear on the basket just outside the prison doors.

you went to your cell and picked out a set of sleepwear for a quick shower before dinner.

"hey, daryl... you going to shower too?" you asked when you met him down the stairs.

it's been a weird day, you've been seeing more of him ever since today.

you felt like you've seen him a lot more today that you ever did before the prison.

"mhm." was all he responded, you nodded and walked with him towards the bathroom.

"daryl, have you been talking to dad?" you asked him as you synced your footsteps with his.

"ya, why?" he asked as he glanced at your face, he quickly looked away.

"has he been doing better? maybe he wants to step-up again soon, the governor's gone now." you said lowly.

"he's yer' dad. why're ye' askin' me?" he groaned as he tried to not respond.

"we've all been busy, i don't even have time for them anymore." you said sadly, referring to your dad, carl, and judith.

"he's been better, improvin' since lori." he nodded, his southern accent thick.

"do you miss the people we've lost? like jacqui, mom, jim, and dale?" you asked him.

he shook his head, "they were never important t'me." he shrugged and you nodded.

"you must felt absolutely relieved when you found out merle's alive." you nudged him with your elbow.

you were happy for him that he's doing good with his brother, who was a jerk at first.

merle was starting to adjust to the prison and found a woman he love, he's in the council along with a few others.

"what about shane, ye' miss him?" daryl teased you, nodding to your words about merle.

"ew, no! he's a fucker." you groaned in disgust as you imagined the things he did to your family.

"did a number on ye' didn't he?" daryl smirked and you can feel your cheeks heat up just by his smirk.

"but i can't say that he shouldn't have done the things he did, 'cause jude wouldn't be here." you smiled sadly.

"ye' little ass-kicker is growin' fast." he shook his head with a smile.

"i heard that maggie is pregnant." you beamed at daryl, your eyes glinting with happiness at a new baby in the prison.

"ye', glenn told me earlier." daryl nodded, also happy for the couple since the farm.

you both stopped at the entrance of the bathroom, the sound of water droplets is the only thing that could be heard.

you looked at him as you bit your lip, analyzing his brows, his lashes, eye color, and his lips.

you gulped when he leaned in closer, you couldn't deny that sometimes there's that attraction for him deep down.

the attraction you kept hidden down in fear. he was a very closed off man, you were just scared of rejection.

how can you resist him? now that he's leaning in to place his lips onto yours.

you also can't deny that he's a very attractive man, with a shoulder that could make you swoon, and his arms that you wished to hold.

he has tattoos and you found them pretty and meaningful, he had a tattoo on his collar bone.

you didn't know what it meant but it's just a letter, a simple letter placed there.

it was an x.

you closed your eyes when you felt his lips touch yours gently, as if they were just tasting.

he tasted like cigarettes and booze. you can feel yourself getting drunk on his mouth.

you let out a small whimper when he squeezed your ass, he pulled away and took of his shirt.

he placed it on the laundry basket and kissed you again. you took a step back and he pulled the curtains out of the way to enter the bathroom.

"we shouldn't be doing this." you told him, pulling away as you shrugged of your own shirt.

"ya." he agreed and started attacking your neck, making you release small moans.

the clothes and towels you both had were left scattered on the table when you have thrown it.

he gently guided you, taking a step forward as you took a step back.

he guided you to the nearest room to shower, pressing your back against the wall.

he fumbled with your bra as you grabbed onto his hair, keeping your moans at bay.

you helped him slip it off, and he immediately attacked your breasts with kisses.

he turned on the shower and it made you smile at him as you got wet by the water.

you brushed your fingers through his hair, fixing it and moving it out of his face.

placing your hands on his neck, you leaned in and kissed him once again.

you can feel his erection on your stomach and that made you groan.

he held you by the waist and leaned down to meet your kisses as he was taller and bigger than you.

you slid off your panties slowly and you can feel the wetness on your thighs, not by the water but because of him.

he groaned as he rubbed your clit when his hands found it's way there.

you burried your face on his shoulder as you stopped yourself from moaning.

you heard the water stop running on the other stall and a few shuffle here and there.

and finally the moment you were waiting for, the shuffle of the curtains, indicating the person has left.

he lined the tip of his cock onto your entrance and you gripped his shoulders, you weren't sure if it would fit.

he pushed in with one deep thrust making you cry out in pain, you didn't expect him to be that rough.

he started thrusting in and out as you bit your lip you can taste the metallic taste in your tongue.

you moaned, as your hips met his desperately. all the pain was gone now and was replaced by bliss and pleasure.

"s'fuckin' tight, princess." he went deeper and faster with each thrust making you moan loudly.

you were scared to get caught but you couldn't stop the sinful moans that were leaving your mouth.

everyone was probably at dinner already.

you would be disgusted when someone told you that you'd be having sex with your dad's best friend a year ago.

it was so sinful, he was much older and also your dad's best friend, you want to stop but he felt so fucking good.

"daryl, mhm..." you moaned as he kept his thrusting, you can feel the tingling on your lower stomach.

a sense of sign that you were about to cum, it was quick but you can't help yourself.

he felt so good and it was too long ago that you've done this and felt pleasure, the only good thing was that this was better.

"i—i'm about to... c—cum." you moaned as you met his lips for a passionate kiss.

"cum 'round daddy's cock, baby." he groaned into your ear once you pulled away from the kiss.

he can feel your velvety walls clench around him, if he kept going on like this he would also cum.

"yer' so warm." he praised you making you whine, you were so turned on by the sound of your skin slapping together.

"i—I'm cumming." you informed him as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

stopping your hips from meeting his as you came. you moaned from the high feeling.

he kept thrusting into you with force, into your wet, tight and sensitive cunt.

"i'm gonna cum inside you." he looked into your eyes with a dark look.

you shook your head, "i—i'm not on birth control..." you whined as you shook from another orgasm.

"don't care." he shut you up by kissing you with much domination and force, he bit your lip and you pulled away.

"daryl... i—i'm not ready." you whimpered as you pushed on his shoulders.

he ignored you, "i'm gonna fill you up with my babies." he said once again, ignoring your total protests.

"you'd look so pretty carrying my babies." he kissed your jaw and sucked on your sweet spot.

you felt his cock twitch before he finished up inside you, you moaned.

"y-you came inside me!" you looked at him with anger as you unlatch yourself from him.

your legs giving out from intense orgasm, he held you to support you up.

"i love ye', we can have a happy family, you'll have a baby like you've always wanted." he assured you.

you shook your head as you wiped your tears, "w-what would dad say." you whisper to him as you pout.

"i'll worry about him, just be a good girl for me." he grabbed the shampoo as he put some on your hair, washing it for you.

"ye' feel good, so fuckin' good. better than yer' panties." he said with a smirk

you gasped and looked at him, there were a million questions running around your head.

"you're the one who's been stealing them?!" you asked in anger and embarrassment.

"hm, ye' smell so fuckin' good, baby." he praised you, making your cheeks hot again.

"that's embarrassing." you said in a small voice, looking away from him.

"i'll take care of ye' and in just a few months you'll have a baby bump." he kissed you once again.

you shivered and couldn't help but look at your stomach, caressing it.

you can feel his warm cum inside you, it was probably getting to work now.

it was too late for you to take pills, you felt like crying. you weren't ready for a baby, you were before, but you weren't sure now.

he promised to take care of you, he should. what if your dad gets angry if you tell him?

you can't bear the thought of your dad or carl ever being mad at you.

it would ruin you and you can't even think about the people at the prison, the people you love hating you because of your relationship with daryl.

"ye'll look good with m'babies, trust m'." daryl whispered to you, sucking on your neck.

what have you gotten yourself into?

[roseykat]

TITLE: Play Night

SUMMARY: Things between Jisung and Hyunjin are heating up, and leading towards their group trip to Jeju, Jisung needs to clear a few things up with Chan; about you and him and the current secret bet in place that he unintentionally started.

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“Oh, now this - what about this one?” 

Hyunjin hears Jisung’s voice from the aisle beside him where all the cold drinks are located. He himself had been scanning vigorously among the shelves for his favourite brand of ramen, only to come up short. They had been to four convenience stores prior and not one had what he was looking for. It landed them a trip further away than they had expected, but neither of them complained about wandering around far from where they were supposed to be.

After he straightens up and peeks his head over the snacks to see what Jisung was talking about, he shakes his head solemnly. 

“No. No, that one's grape flavoured and it tastes like children’s medicine,” he says to him. 

Jisung looks down at the purple can in his possession, “that’s oddly specific - oh, then what about orange-“

“Same thing.”

Jisung huffs and gives up, placing the can back where he found it in a disgruntled fashion, “you’re an easy man to please you know, but the minute it comes to food you’re so picky.” 

Hyunjin strolls around to meet Jisung on the other side after filling his basket with snacks that had caught his eye and wanted to eat during their movie night, “drinks aren’t food.” 

“Then what’s soup? A drink or a food?” He fires back.

“Not this again,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and closes the fridge for Jisung who follows behind closely. 

They’ve been debating about this for a while now which started off as a very contentious pillow talk topic that now crops up frequently. Of course, they wouldn’t be themselves if they didn’t have opposing opinions. Jisung, who thinks that soup is absolutely a drink, has been pushing that agenda ever since the night he tried to cook French onion soup to impress Hyunjin.

Only, it wasn’t that impressive, and was rather just a slurry of tasteless onion water and zero seasoning. In order to not upset his friend for trying his hardest, Hyunjin did his best to stomach the interesting creation and honestly hoped that he never tried again.

“It’s an important question!” Jisung begins to protest, ready with an army of rebuttals and arguments. 

“Soup is a liquid food. That doesn’t mean to say it’s a drink, because you can eat soup. Plus, some soups have chunks of food in it too.” 

“That’s just vegetable water or meat water.”

“Meat water,” Hyunjin repeats in a disgusted tone. “So you’re also saying that plain water is soup too?”

“Well, if you heat it up-“

“Okay,” Hyunjin interrupts as he dumps all their items onto the counter and takes out his wallet to pay. “Stop talking.”

“Make me,” he mouths and teases quietly so that the cashier couldn’t hear him. “If you stuff my mouth with something big then it might get me to stop talking.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, again. 

Nearly every waking moment that he’s around Jisung, there’s always a guarantee that he’ll make Hyunjin’s eyes roll; whether it’s because of some weird shit that comes out of his mouth, or whether it’s giving him an orgasm. Whatever the reason, Hyunjin pretends to ignore him as he collects his goods, then heads out with his best friend at his side. 

The entire commute back to his apartment, Jisung kept talking. On and on, and on about an assortment of subjects that Hyunjin had no interest in. At least not now. Not when all he wanted to do was go home, not speak, and just laze around with Jisung like he has been for the past few weeks. That thought seems to trigger a very sobering realisation that dawns on him as they ride the train back to his place.

As Hyunjin looks at the side of Jisung’s face who’s been rambling on about his opinion on the best types of pasta, he realises that they’ve been hooking up for the past few weeks. They kiss, make out, do other things, but not once have they had sex. Yet. They haven’t even talked about it, and yet, a part of Hyunjin had to wonder; was there any point in even talking let alone thinking about it if whatever is going on between them, isn’t going to last? 

His eyebrows knit together. He doesn’t want to think about that. Hyunjin doesn’t know whatever feelings Jisung has right now, but the one thing he knows is that he likes the sense of comfort that hanging around him brings. What if he asks and disrupts what they have? What if he asks and ruins Jisung’s thoughts on him?

As those questions infiltrate his psyche, his head lowers and comes to rest on Jisung’s shoulder, eyelids closing softly, “wake me up when we get to our stop please.” 

Jisung’s big brown eyes turn into the size of plates, a little bit taken aback that Hyunjin, a person who isn’t that huge on public displays of affection, is resting on him right now. Not to mention the privileged feeling that inflates Jisung whenever a person rests their head on his shoulder, which is very rare. It’s like some physical way of saying that Hyunjin trusts him, or feels comfortable around him at the very least. 

He scans up and down the cart where no members of the public come into his view. Grateful for their absence, Jisung feels safe by reciprocating the same affections. So he places his hand on Hyunjin’s upper thigh, and he too rests his head against his friends’.

For the next five minutes, Jisung and Hyunjin would ride the train back to his place in peace. Neither of them spoke a word until they reached their stop. The pair of them hop up, Hyunjin stands and stretches his long limbs as he and his friend head inside the apartment complex. 

Once they return to his place, Hyunjin prepares all the snacks for them on his coffee table, while Jisung gets the movie ready that they - he - wanted to watch.

“Harry Potter? Again?” Hyunjin groans, taking the plastic wrap off of the kimbap to share and setting it down on the surface once they’ve both sunken down onto the couch. 

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Jisung shoots him a dirty look. He’s always been pretty serious about his Harry Potter, having watched the movies over a thousand times and read the books back to back. “This is the next part of the series, thank you.” 

Hyunjin sighs and makes himself comfortable. He then heads to his fridge to grab a couple of bottles of soju and some shot glasses. Back at the convenience store, he meant to buy something non alcoholic, had he not been so picky about the flavours Jisung presented to him he wouldn’t be deciding on whether he should have alcohol or not. In saying that, it was nice to have a drink.

He strolls back to the coffee table with their final items and places them all down.

"Oh, yum," Jisung gasps and reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cap and starts pouring the clear liquid into both shot glasses already.

Hyunjin stares at him as he downs the alcohol in one smooth go, "alright then..."

Jisung holds up the other shot glass for Hyunjin, "your turn."

He takes it in hand, careful not to spill it on the rug beneath him - then again, it's seen a lot more messier liquids on it than alcohol.

"Yuck," Hyunjin retches after swallowing half of the contents in the glass.

"Come on, you know you like it," Jisung nudges him. "You know the saying; if you can handle cum, you can handle alcohol."

Hyunjin nearly sprays out the rest of the alcohol from his mouth as a muddle of amusement, concern, and curiosity wakes him up more than the semi-burn of the drink does, "and who said that exactly?"

"Me," he answers. "Hence why I can take both so well."

Like some of the time, Jisung wasn't wrong and summed it up with another shot before he picked up the remote to play the movie. He settles back comfortably while Hyunjin takes another shot of the soju.

He makes it through the first twenty minutes of the film, then reaches the part where Harry Potter suddenly gets selected for the Triwizard Tournament. By that point, Hyunjin was sure the alcohol had fully trickled into his bloodstream when he wasn't able to tell the difference between Mad Eye Moody and Hagrid.

Frames started to blend together and yet, he thought it was still a good idea to continue drinking to see if that would help. However, most good idea turn to bad ones. The alcohol began to play absolutely no part in trying to help him make sense of the plot and made him focus on other things rather than the movie.

It was safe to say that he grew steadily bored when it came to watching it. At the same time, he didn't have the heart in him to express his opinion to the person beside him who was so wrapped up in the universe on screen. Jisung's eyes were completely glued to the digital motions before him whereas Hyunjin's eyes were glued to him.

Boredom strikes him bad when he feels the need to lean over and make his long body comfortable on Jisung. Hyunjin's upper torso stretches over his friend's lap who doesn't pay too much mind to it. Jisung even hangs his arms over Hyunjin's abdomen while he watches the film contently.

It's not the type of physical contact he wants right now.

"Jisungie," he mutters into the couch.

"Hmm?"

"Can we do something else?" Hyunjin pleads rather than asks.

He never gets a response. The lounge continues to be filled with dialogue - something along the lines of Ron Weasly now having a go at Harry for being inducted into the tournament and not telling him. Hyunjin's had enough of it and for whatever reason he feels like, he slides off of Jisung's lap. Half of his body slumps onto the ground while the other half remains somewhat on the couch.

"What are you doing?" he snorts, grabbing onto Hyunjin's hands and trying to hoist him back up.

He awkwardly anchors his legs around Jisung's body in an effort to help pull himself up as well but ends up knocking his head on the edge of the coffee table. With a delayed reaction, Hyunjin winces and then laughs as he tries to rub his own head even while Jisung is still trying to save him from falling off completely.

"Here just - just stop moving so I can help," he leans back and uses all his arm strength to move what is practically dead weight to him.

Hyunjin puts in zero effort to help and instead becomes a giggling mess the second he's actually able to get back into Jisung's lap. When he does, his long limp limbs wrap themselves around the man beneath him. He hides his face in the crook of his neck, the sudden whiff of Jisung's skin almost makes him dizzy, making his mood do a complete one eighty degree turn.

It creates immense difficulty in trying to swallow the urge to plant a kiss over the soft area, earning a very quiet yet distinct hum from Jisung. Hyunjin repeats the same action, longer this time and in different spots that his tongue can swipe over. The grip Hyunjin barely knew was there on his hips, twitched in place. As if Jisung's nails are trying to dig into Hyunjin's flesh had he not worn clothes.

"Hey," Jisung alerts him. “Can’t watch the movie if all you’re trying to do is get on my dick- ah…”

Hyunjin’s mouth shuts his right up from one sharp suck into his skin. His tongue flattens over the fresh red plum mark. The sight of it alone makes Hyunjin want to decorate them over every inch of Jisung’s body, similar to the style of how he would paint a canvas - which he does. Over as much skin as Jisung lets him when he moves his head to allow Hyunjin to cover more skin.

“Y-You’ll…you’ll get me hard,” he warns, now unable to concentrate on the film.

Hyunjin pulls away from his neck, giving him a rest from the myriad of hickies he’ll have to worry about later, and looks him down in the eye, “that’s sort of the point.”

Their mouths draw together like magnets, like they’ve been doing for weeks. Every day they find their lips on the others or some body party of theirs. Jisung gets to relish and dawn in the softness of Hyunjin’s lips, letting him slip past further to explore his mouth. His needs not only start to show through in his pants, but in his breathing and frantic pace of trying to feel Jisung that he almost can’t keep up with him.

So he decides that he needs to contain him a bit, bring him down a few notches to reminds him that he’s not in charge - at least for now.

With that, Jisung wraps his hand right around Hyunjin’s waist and manoeuvres him onto his back. The abrupt shift in control makes him act up almost instantly. Hyunjin is grabbing at Jisung’s shirt trying pull his body back down to his, but his muscles are weak and tired from drinking that it makes it too easy for Jisung to straddle his hips and pin his hands to the side of his head.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” he tells Hyunjin right in his ear while he rolls his ass down over the dick that's hardening underneath him. "Gonna be fucking begging when I'm through with you."

At that point, the pair had gone beyond the fact of not completing a full movie night. With the way that Jisung continues to pin Hyunjin back and exchange the manifold of hickies across the planes of his throat and neck. If anyone walked into the apartment, they would’ve thought vampires truly existed with the way Jisung’s mouth was latched onto his best friend’s skin.

“T-The movie,” Hyunjin stammers hopelessly with his words. “Jisung…the movie…”

Jisung lets out a sinister chuckle as he pushes himself back up to take off his shirt and tosses it somewhere around the lounge, "fuck the movie. You started this. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To rile me up and now you've gone all shy on me."

Hyunjin doesn't listen. His first instinct is to reach out and grab Jisung’s waist, to caress his hand freely for a few moments before gliding down and grasping the flesh over his hips. The slight sting in it makes him buck his hips forward and over Hyunjin’s clothed cock, making him groan lowly. He could cum easily like this - so easily and has done.

Every position they get into to practically dry hump each other, he always imagines that this is what it would be like if Jisung was riding his throbbing cock. To cum inside him and watch his face contorts the way that it does whenever Hyunjin makes him orgasm.

That thought sparks a wire in his brain, causing him to suddenly jerk his hips up and into Jisung. He smirks down at him, soaking up the state of the man beneath him. The hickies, red and wet kissable lips, dozy eyes that slowly blink up at him…

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jisung mutters in exasperation like he's never seen Hyunjin's body before. “Just wanna f-”

Blaring on the coffee table next to all of the opened snacks was Jisung’s phone, he quickly bends over to the side to reach for it in urgency while still trying to straddle. Hyunjin twists his body carefully with Jisung still on top, picking the remote off the floor that had fallen after being pinned back. He pauses the movie for a moment to let Jisung answer his call. 

A small weight sinks in his stomach as he speaks in shock, “it’s Chan."

"M-Maybe you should answer it," Hyunjin tries his best to talk over the exponential rate of how much he is turned on right now.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Jisung! Do you not answer your texts? I sent about six just before!”

He pulls his phone away from his ear and checks his notifications. His friend was right, Jisung had in fact missed his messages. But not on purpose of course. If he hadn't been so busy provoking Hyunjin whose hands started sliding up Jisung’s thighs, dangerously close to his tented crotch, he would've seen the texts.

Hyunjin's fingertips delicately trace over where Jisung's cock begins to harden. His eyebrows furrow immediately as Chan continues speaking on the other end of the line about how he’s still surprised that Jisung didn’t answer him right away. 

“You’re always on your phone, I thought you might’ve been quick to respond,” says Chan.

“Oh, yeah not this time,” he responds truthfully, to some degree. “I’ve been watching Harry Potter all evening and-“

The words ready to leave Jisung's mouth die before they make it out as Hyunjin mischievously, and very clearly, starts to palm Jisung’s hard length over his pants. It didn’t take him that long to start leaking from his tip, creating a very visible dark patch over his shorts.

“…and-“

Hyunjin then reaches into the slot of the material, past his boxers and frees his cock. For a few moments, he takes away his hand just to admire how Jisung looks right now. The fact that he tried to finish what Hyunjin started, only to have the tables turned on him again. He flushes with embarrassment at the fact that without Hyunjin’s grasp around his length, his dick was able to stand tall on its own; so needy and desperate for touch. 

“And what?” Chan’s voice suddenly startles him out of his situation.

“And I just lost track of time, that’s all,” Jisung continues as calmly as he can.

“No worries. I haven’t watched Harry Potter in years. I think the last might’ve been Prisoner of Azkaban? No, Goblet of Fire? It was the one where…”

Chan’s voice drifts out of Jisung’s mind despite the fact that he’s right in his ear on the other line. His face contorts at the sudden pleasure he receives as Hyunjin takes hold of his neglected cock once more. His eyes dart sharply down to his own length and the large hand which begins to slowly tug. 

“…he gets chosen for the tournament when he really didn’t put his name into the cup…”

Jisung brings a shaky hand to his mouth, covering it immediately so as to mask and muffle something that could end up as a future regret. Hyunjin knows all too well what sort of sounds can come out of that mouth of his too, for it has reverberated around the walls of his apartment, stifled into his pillows, caught in the back of his throat which usually serves as a path for Hyunjin’s cum these days.

He’s heard it all before. 

For Jisung to keep a lid on all of those possibilities is a smart move, especially if they want to uphold the secrecy of their situation.  

“…and I’m pretty sure it’s the one where Cedric dies.” 

“Y-Yeah,” he responds shakily. “That’s the one we - I’m watching at the moment.”

“Maybe I should rewatch the first two,” Chan suggests to himself. “It’s the only series I can actually watch and understand without it being too complicated. I tried watching Lord of the Rings before but it’s too…”

Once more, Chan’s voice becomes a distant sound as Jisung tries to stop himself from bucking his hips into Hyunjin’s hand. But it’s not possible. He can’t just ignore the fact that he’s been horny since Hyunjin made him all hot and bothered, and now he’s built up to maximum capacity where his body craves release.  

“So what time suits you?” Chan asks randomly.

“Time for what?” Jisung responds back in confusion, his mind blending together like mush when Hyunjin has gotten into a steady pace.” 

“To hang out tomorrow!” 

“Oh, right! Ah - um, lunchtime? Twelve…” He suggests, his hips still rutting.

“Alright sounds good. I’ll see you there okay?” Chan asks.

“I’m cumming - I mean, I-I’ll come! I’ll be coming - going there,” Jisung stammers terribly with his words. “F-Fuck sorry, just…I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Chan laughs on the other end of the line, “see you then.” 

Jisung has never hung up faster, the phone toppling out of his possession as he rocks his hips into Hyunjin’s grasp. It also gave him the ability to rut his ass against Hyunjin’s hard length below him. Then within a split second, the lid that Jisung was trying so hard to contain over what his body needed to do, came off.

“Fuck, gonna cum, m’cumming!” He cries out. 

Hyunjin grins, and does not dare let up on his hand twisting and gliding on the length currently in his power, “I heard you the first time. How humiliating would that have been for you if Chan realised you were getting a handjob. Too bad he can't hear you whining so pathetically-“

Air hitches in Jisung’s throat, and for a few seconds too long Hyunjin looks into his eyes and sees tears welling up. A terrible, cold sinking feeling expands in his stomach, making him realise that he just said something awful to Jisung. 

“W-Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t-

It was too late. Loud moans rupture violently through Jisung’s chest - ones that Hyunjin knows his neighbours are familiar with by now because by no means is Han Jisung quiet. He will let Hyunjin know how he’s making his body feel now explodes from immense pressure. 

His rutting against Hyunjin’s cock becomes staggered as a result of trying to chase his orgasm. Jisung clutches onto Hyunjin’s shirt, the fabric balling up tightly along with his fist. He can’t stop, he doesn’t want to stop, until eventually that buildup releases erratically in flows of white that spill over his tip and dribble down Hyunjin’s hand. Jisung had never cum that hard from a handjob before. 

He finishes gasping for air when he starts coming down, slowly rocking his ass over Hyunjin’s crotch to ease himself off the euphoria. Beneath him is a different story. 

Hyunjin was mortified for making him cry, so shocked that he was frozen and couldn’t take his hand off of Jisung’s dick. But that didn’t matter. Jisung had the intention of finishing what he started, to feel so good that all his problems melted away. 

Hyunjin sits up immediately, so close to Jisung’s face as he needs to check in with his friend, “are you okay? I’m so, so sorry, I don’t even know why I said that. It just...it just came out of my mouth.” 

He wipes his eyes after a couple of tears fell down his face in the process of dry riding Hyunjin. Part of what just happened makes him laugh breathily and nods, “yeah. I’m okay.”

“Jisung, I’m really, really sorry,” he quickly says and means it, trying to look him in the eye.

“No, oh my god don’t be sorry,” he assures him. “I’m fine, seriously.”   

“Then…then why are you crying?” Hyunjin asks the million dollar question, still acting out of horror. 

He gives a lazy shrug, “I dunno how to explain it properly, but I like that kind of talk. It just…yeah. I’m not too sure. I suppose I teared up because I haven't actually cum that hard before.” 

“I…didn’t know you were into…that,” Hyunjin doesn’t know how to reply to that type of statement, now that he just found out his friend likes being humiliated. Out of all things Jisung would be into, it had to be that.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know,” he replies, leaning over to the coffee table just a bit to pick up the box of tissues to clean Hyunjin’s hand. 

“W-What did Chan want?” He asks even though he doesn't want to stray away from the topic to make sure his friend is still okay.

Jisung slides off of his body and in between his legs rather awkwardly. From this stance, it’s easy to see the large tent in Hyunjin’s pants that he was grinding on as he made himself comfortable. He smooths the palm of his hand over Hyunjin's hard length and slowly back down. In doing so forces a couple of strained sighs out of his mouth. 

“Wants to hang out tomorrow,” he answers, reaching into Hyunjin’s shorts to feel his hard cock. The same cock that keeps him coming back, that makes him feel heated and irrational. 

In Jisung’s opinion, anyone would be lucky to have someone like his friend in front of him. Even though they haven’t had sex, he knows how Hyunjin fucks, having seen the way he made you cum weeks ago - it only makes Jisung wonder what it would be like to actually cum around Hyunjin’s cock. 

It’s what he wants, needs in fact whenever they’re together.

Hyunjin bites his lip and throws his head down onto the couch, “y-you going to?” 

“Course I am,” Jisung replies, thumbing over the dark pink tip that leaks clear glossy precum. “Need to ask him about Y/N and what the situation is there.” 

A dreadful ball of weight pummels Hyunjin from behind when he hears your name in the same sentence as ‘Chan’. Not to mention, as Jisung said, your ‘situation’ with him currently which Hyunjin doesn’t want to process. He likes being oblivious to the fact that Chan is sleeping with you. That he gets to fill you up, that he just gets to see you. Whether Jisung was telling the truth or not about you and him sleeping together, he acts as if you’re not to save himself from the reality of it. 

“D-Do you really need to?” Hyunjin asks hesitantly, fumbling terribly with his words as Jisung lowers his head down and licks one long stripe from the base of Hyunjin’s cock, right to his dark pink tip.

“Yes,” he confirms, but doesn’t truly tell him why for reasons far too similar to his friend here. 

After giving his answer, Jisung sinks his mouth onto Hyunjin’s cock, just half of it to tease him. Bobbing his head a couple of times causes Hyunjin’s to grab the side of the couch while the other flies to land on top of Jisung’s head. 

“What if…if he doesn’t say anything?” He questions breathlessly. 

Jisung pops back up, and leans over Hyunjin’s abdomen to ask him in his face, his question bears some perspective to the situation, “do you want me to blow you, or not?”

Hyunjin uses the hand that’s not ready to brace his body by the side of the couch and tucks a long lock of Jisung’s dark brown hair behind his ear, “yes.”  

“Then please shut your mouth and let me,” he demands. 

It wasn’t hard for Hyunjin’s eyelids to shut and squeeze together. Receiving a blowjob from Jisung always feels like he’s had his soul sucked out of him; he doesn’t know where he learned it, but isn’t complaining either because it put Hyunjin to sleep ten minutes after they cleaned themselves up. By the time he and Jisung crawled into bed together, he had forgotten having the conversation with Jisung about you and Chan. Yet, only to be reminded of it the following day when Jisung woke up at half past eleven in the morning. 

He was scheduled to meet Chan at one of his favourite lunch spots nearby and was in no mood to meet him. Being the morning person he is not, Jisung found himself struggling immensely to get out of bed and Hyunjin’s long arms that were encasing him. 

Although he didn’t feel like leaving, he thought it would be best to just go as it had been a while since he saw Chan last. More importantly, he needed to confront him about what’s going on. Mainly for his own piece of mind.

He remembers something in his stomach sinking when he read that text on your phone. Despite the intense shock he felt when he discovered that you and Chan were hooking up, he wasn’t able to diverge from his own feelings. Something which he struggles to get across and might depending on the outcome of the lunch with one of the people in question. 

Jisung steps out of the shower with a towel around his waist as he goes to sit on the end of the bed to open some of the drawers to his dresser. He pulls out a cream coloured jersey, some underwear, and a pair of sweatpants.

The fact that he needs to borrow so many articles of clothing is just another potent reminder that he should be packing and taking an overnight bag whenever he goes to hang out with Hyunjin. Nine times out of ten, Jisung will always say he’s only coming over for the afternoon then ends up staying for more than one day at a time.   

The sheets ruffle beneath Hyunjin’s body as he stirs himself awake. He sits up, bed head on full view and eyes barely open, “what are you doing?” 

“Borrowing some clothes,” Jisung answers trying to ignore how hot his morning voice sounds. “I’ll bring you back some food to compensate.” 

“You said that last time,” he grumbles sleepily. “I’m also down four of my favourite jerseys because of you.”

Jisung throws on the material over his top half before crawling his way on the mattress to Hyunjin. He kisses him unexpectedly yet expectedly on the lips.

“Just go back to sleep,” he whispers. “I’ll see you after.”

With his confirmation, Hyunjin’s top half flops back against the mattress before Jisung pulls the white duvet back over his body, tucking him in. He had no trouble falling back asleep when Jisung lightly brushes some strands of his hair out of his face. However, without the distraction of him touching Hyunjin, Jisung couldn’t help but feel nervous.

He already knew that you and Chan were sleeping together. That text long affirmed that. Yet for how long and what for remained to be a sickening twist of fearful questions lugging Jisung’s stomach down. He didn’t really want to hear the answers from Chan if he can even stomach that conversation. He didn’t want to hear ‘yes we’ve been fucking’ or the ‘yeah, it’s true’ answers. 

In saying that, Jisung has a trait of bottomless curiosity. That itch to find out for his own personal gain was going to make or break him. At that, he dons on the matching coloured sweats, grabs his phone and wallet, and then heads out of Hyunjin’s apartment. 

After a train ride away, it doesn’t take long for Jisung to arrive, and apparently not for Chan either, who was already seated, waiting for his friend. An assortment of dishes had already been brought to the table, making Jisung realise how hungry he was since breakfast was no longer. 

“How the fuck did you get here so fast, you live on the other side of the city,” Jisung exclaims to him from behind as he approaches.

“Hey. I couldn’t wait any longer because I was hungry,” Chan complains in a whiny tone. “Came here earlier to order, so I couldn’t wait.”

“Good, that makes things easier because I didn’t know what I was going to get anyway,” he replies and sits down in the booth opposite Chan. He hasn't changed much. Then again, it hasn't been too long since he's seen him last. “Been busy?”

He shakes his head, “you have no idea.” 

“Thought you might’ve been,” Jisung responds, eyeing him intently to see if he gives off even the subtlest signs of a lie. “Haven’t seen you in almost a month, what’ve you been up to?” 

Chan shrugs, “work and tutoring some of these students at the University.” 

Jisung gives a firm nod, believing him and understanding how tiresome that must be to help teach students. It’s not until he pauses and realises that Uni semesters haven’t started yet. Even summer semester students are on break. He could’ve called him out on his bullshit now to see what answers he would get, but for the sake of wanting to find out other information, he keeps that to himself. 

“Shit, sounds tough,” Jisung sympathises with him, or at least tries to if he was lying.

“How ‘bout you?” 

“Same old. Working - you’re still coming to Jeju right?” He asks on a different subject.

“Yeah, of course. I took leave for it,” Chan answers as a puzzled look then befalls on his face. For a moment, his eyes narrow at Jisung, or rather his chest, trying to decipher what’s wrong with the picture he’s currently seeing. 

“What?” He asks, trying to follow his gaze.  

“You and Hyunjin have the same jersey,” Chan points out, realising what the flaw was. 

“Oh, I know, that loser keeps copying everything I wear,” Jisung quickly plays it cool because unbeknownst to Chan, it is in fact Hyunjin’s jersey. 

“Why are you wearing a scarf by the way?” Jisung tries to direct the attention away from himself

He hadn’t noticed the black item wrapped warmly around Chan’s neck until he began to panic whilst digging up something else to switch topics. The heat Jisung feels like he’s already being dragged under was starting to make him feel uneasy.

“The same reason you’re wearing a jersey on a thirty degree day,” Chan fires back just as fast but more nonchalantly to just about make Jisung sweat. 

It forces him to wonder what on earth this reason is that his friend is talking about, and why he’s being so cryptic. 

His face twists into confusion, mildly surprised when he realises Chan is trying to clock him for something that he doesn’t even know about or what for. Then again, it’s Chan. When is he not this observant? 

“And what reason is that?” He responds with an accusatory tone. 

Chan doesn’t answer, not directly. He only lifts his chin up slightly and points to his own throat, confusing the hell out of Jisung as to what he means. When it’s clear that the message can’t cross his mind, Chan rolls his eyes, and reaches into his pockets to take out his phone. He pulls up the selfie camera mode and hands it to Jisung to look at. 

Apart from seeing his own reflection, he can see something else; a few splotches of dark, reddish marks littered all over his throat. At first he thought he had a rash, but wasn’t too sure what he was looking at. However, upon closer inspection, he moves the camera a bit closer to his throat and takes a photo on Chan’s phone to see it better. 

After his quick analysis, Jisung knew instantly what they were. More importantly, who it came from. Hickies, and from none other than the only person he’s been messing around with, Hyunjin. Jisung didn’t even bother covering them up.

He hastily hands Chan’s phone back after deleting the photo, “so what?”

“Suppose you forgot you had them, judging by your reaction,” Chan guessed correctly, completely stumping Jisung who’s nearly lifting his own body off his seat as he tries to come up with an argument. 

“Well…I suppose you didn’t know that I know you and Y/N are fucking which explains the scarf too but here we are!” He blurts out before he even has time to think about stopping the words from coming out of his mouth.

Chan’s hand stalls over the pot of stew while Jisung’s lips are pursed together. All the colour in his face has drained, almost making him feel lightheaded that he just said that out loud. In saying that, this is exactly the topic he wanted to discuss - you and Chan. He just wasn’t expecting the conversation to meander in such a way that nearly exposes himself and threw him way off the track of ever raising the subject. 

“And what makes you think that?” Chan resumes ladling some of the hot stew into his bowl of rice. 

Jisung knows that you can’t unring a bell so makes the split decision and decides to come clean, “I was using Y/N’s phone for something, and that’s where I saw a text message from you, hinting that you guys were sleeping together.”

“Ah,” Chan recalls immediately at the sudden confession. “From that little truth or dare game you, her and Hyunjin played?” 

Jisung’s jaw unhinges, staring across the table towards his friend who seems to be a search engine for the topic of ‘everything Jisung has done lately.’ Nearly every minute that passes, Chan slaps him with a new fact that his friend wasn’t expecting him to know. 

“You - but, how did- did Hyunjin-“

Chan’s already shaking his head before Jisung can muster a proper sentence, “Hyunjin never said a word. In fact he hasn’t been replying to my texts so I haven’t heard from him.”

“Then…then Y/N?” 

“Well it couldn’t have been you or anyone else that was there.” 

Jisung isn’t angry. He’s just shocked that he keeps getting one upped. Chan finding out that Jisung had a threesome with two of his best friends - one of them who he’s been fucking for some time now too - was far more of a juicy topic than just you and Chan seeing each other casually, which Jisung still doesn’t know the full details of. 

“Said she had never cum like that in her entire life,” Chan adds, burying Jisung another meter or so deeper into this hole of new scandalous information. 

His body freezes over. Suddenly, it’s not thirty degrees and everything feels cold. Jisung doesn’t ever really hear Chan talk about his sex life. Even when he was in a relationship with his ex, each of his friends tried to dissect as many details about it as they could. But they were never successful. That was a result of keeping things as private and low key as possible. 

Nevertheless, Chan’s crude and very straightforward words had knocked Jisung right off his feet. The fact that you had told him what must’ve been very clear details of that night at Hyunjin’s was a sign that it still lingered on your brain. Part of his ego secretly swells with joy because of it.

“Then I felt like I needed to outdo you guys after that,” he adds.

“What do you mean?” Jisung questions with a tone of an impending doom that looms over him. 

Chan smiles sweetly, memories stirring of that night in particular he had with you. It had to be one of the best times by far to him, “you know what I mean.”

Jisung’s skin stings with scorching hot jealousy; he knows exactly what Chan means. The fact of the matter is that he can’t believe he’s saying these types of things to him. Then again, there’s only one reason why Jisung would be so affected by it and he didn’t want to display that in front of Chan without figuring out what it means. But whatever it is that’s tugging at the organ beating hard and fast in his chest, makes him furious. 

“Alright then,” he replies unfazed as he possibly could, swallowing the tough pill before realising there was one other thing he wanted to mention. “Suppose you guys are still seeing each other.”

Chan looks Jisung right in his eyes as he slowly retracts the spoon out of his mouth, “maybe.” 

“So yes then.”

“What does it mean to you?” He tests him, almost sadistically.

“It means nothing to me,” Jisung answers rather bitterly and nastily, his entire aura switching up before he finds a new tether to lure the spotlight away from himself. “Just the fact that I told the others about you two, and they made a bet.”

Chan looks up, “a bet?”

“None of them believed me, so they made a bet to see whether you guys were or not even though I said so.” 

If he didn’t have food in his mouth, Chan would’ve laughed, instead a disgruntled chuckle came out along with a couple of specs of his rice, “course they wouldn’t! Why would they believe that the two polar opposite people would be screwing behind everyone’s back?”

“You're not mad?” Jisung checks to be sure.

He shakes his head, “course not, dunno if Y/N won’t be though. She said she likes keeping things pretty private-“

“Clearly not if she told you she had a threesome,” Jisung cuts him off at that point. 

“Well, there’s some exceptions to that,” Chan shrugs, finishing off his bowl of rice. “I don’t know if this means anything to you but, she wouldn’t shut up about sleeping with you and Hyunjin. She told me every single detail like for instance, when you and Hyunjin made out-“

The tongs fall out of Jisung’s tight grip and clatter onto the table. He brings his hands up to his eyes, covering his entire face to hide whatever embarrassing feelings that start to simmer on the surface. However, Chan didn’t seem to care and continued on with his points to prove. 

“-how she liked it when you went down on her, how you watched Hyunjin fuck her - I told you what I meant about the details, right? Anyway,” he says. “She was raving about it. And yet, when she and I started seeing each other casually, she said that she didn’t want me to tell anyone else. That I needed to take what we have to the grave.”

Jisung removes his hands away from his face and looks down at his own food, unsure if he can stomach any more of it with the way the conversation has been handled. The more he talks and thinks about you, the more he feels like he’s being filled up with this bad gloomy feeling. He has to wonder if Chan is just being plain cruel to him by dumping all of his thoughts and information onto him.

He has to wonder, would it have been better to stay oblivious rather than being teased with snippets of what you’ve been saying to Chan these past few weeks. Hearing about how much you enjoyed yourself with him and Hyunjin yet haven’t directly spoken to them since that night. 

“What are you saying?” Jisung questions, tired with the bullshit that’s starting to spike in their discussion. 

“The fact that she wants to keep our…activities a secret from people and rather them not find out about us, yet is the first to speak highly of what you, her and Hyunjin did, means something more than you think.” 

More than he thinks? Jisung can’t understand what that could’ve possibly meant. He sits there, bewildered and stumped. Unsure of what else to say.

“Right,” he responds. 

Chan watches him warily, trying to gauge his behaviour as he decides to change the topic, “so, what’s on the table for this bet?” 

Jisung quickly pries himself away from his messy mind and answers, “losers have to buy a days’ worth of food when we go to Jeju.”

Chan nods, impressed as he reaches for more meat on the grill and loads it into his bowl, “even less of a reason to be mad. Looks like I’ll be eating for free either way.” 

"Yeah, looks like it."

The span of Jisung's vocabulary seemed to fail him. That and the fact that he didn't really want to talk anymore. Yes, it was good to see one of his best friends, but the circumstances that developed throughout their lengthy conversation made him wish he stayed in bed with Hyunjin just the extra bit longer so he would have to cancel lunch.

He managed to finish off small bowls of food to not make himself appear out of character. One whiff of anything remotely aberrant on Jisung's behalf, and Chan would hold him hostage in the restaurant until he tells him what's wrong. Despite that, Chan noticed something off anyway.

He saw the way Jisung's face fell when he confirmed that he was sleeping with you. He saw how his shoulders drooped and then picked up when he mentioned that you told him about the night at Hyunjin's. He saw how defensive and sceptical Jisung became whenever he would just simply mention you.

He saw that Jisung was hiding something.

When both friends had finished enjoying their meals, they were greeted with a downpour of rain that would have them seeking refuge under the veranda of the restaurant once they were outside. Just before they bid farewell to each other, Chan quickly turns to Jisung and calls out.

“It’s okay if you like her,” he says out of nowhere. “Y/N and I are not what you might think we are and we made it clear to each other that we never will be. There’s nothing between her and I, just so you know.”

Jisung stares at him, not showing any emotions on his face even though deep down, his brain and insides are whirring with emotions he can't even fathom, “I don’t like her like that.” 

Chan laughs at him, unfazed with the sudden tension that seems to be slicing through them, “keep telling yourself that. See you next week.” 

Through the deluge of rain and shadows from the dark, dense clouds above, Chan runs off in the opposite direction to where he needs to head home. Jisung stands there defeated and shocked that Chan is onto his tail that he likes you. He knew that heading into meeting up with him meant that the truth was going to come out one way or the other. Suppose it was just not on his terms.

It stirs many thoughts as he throws his hood up and ducks out into the rain to head to the train station and back to the safety of Hyunjin.

When he returns, Jisung keys in the passcode to unlock the door to the apartment, and is smothered with a waft of a sweet decadent scent. Standing in the kitchen, Hyunjin was at the stove flipping over what looked to be pancakes which suddenly reminded Jisung-

“Fuck, oh my god. The food, I forgot to even order it,” Jisung groans when he closes the door behind him.

Hyunjin turns the element dial on low and spins around to lean on the counter, away from the stove tops, "it's okay. I felt like something sweet anyway."

Jisung sighs. It felt right to be back with Hyunjin once more even though he had only been out for a couple of hours. In saying that, his conversation with Chan was good but draining. It’s not that he doesn’t like him for telling him the truth, there’s absolutely no doubt about that. Chan is and will always be his friend.

There is no emotional connection between you and him and that’s all that matters to Jisung. However, it’s just the truth in itself that he has an issue with - you hooking up with Chan every now and then that is. It makes him feel uneasy and almost makes him feel like he’s doing something immoral by just sitting back and watching it happen.

The reality stings where he doesn’t like it so pushes himself from the edge of the bench and walks into Hyunjin’s body to retreat from his thoughts. Slightly taken aback but not oblivious to the strange display of emotions Jisung is presenting, Hyunjin sets the spatula down beside him and hugs his friend back. 

“You okay?” He questions, concern dripping all over his face.

Jisung nods his head on his chest, “yeah. Just socialising, now I’m tired.”

It wasn’t a lie, but not the truth either. Regardless, Hyunjin takes his word for it without thinking twice about it. He had completely forgotten why Jisung had gone to see Chan for in the first place.

“Wanna nap together?” 

“Didn’t you just wake up?” Jisung pulls one arm away from Hyunjin’s body while the other still rests there so that he can rub his eyes. 

"Well," Hyunjin looks away from him. "That's beside the point. Just...missed you is all too.”

"Cute," he grumbles, ignoring what the weight of those words truly means. "I should pack for next week though because knowing me, I'll leave everything until the last minute."

Hyunjin lets out a long sigh. He hasn't even thought about putting a suitcase together yet either, "true. I should probably start packing as well."

"Okay then let’s both get ready," Jisung looks up at him before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Hyunjin's lips, slowly pulling away and says quietly; "see you in Jeju."

Hyunjin responds, look at him, “see you in Jeju.”

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[daycourtofficial]

It’s Autumn in New York

Pairing: modern!Azriel x Eris | WC: 1.5k | warnings: none

Summary: my favorite playlist ‘listening to jazz while cooking with your lover in a nyc apartment’ but make it soup and Azris and big sweaters ❣️

Note: I couldn’t let @erisweekofficial go by without some Azris!!!

“It’s looking at me.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at Eris’s greeting before putting a scrap of paper in his book, standing and meeting Eris at the door. He lightly kissed his boyfriend’s cheek as he grabbed some of the bags from Eris’s hands. The pair carried them further into his tiny kitchen, placing bags on the limited counter space.

“She has a name.”

“Yes, but I don’t think it suits her. I think Devil Spawn is more appropriate.”

At that moment, the cat jumped up on the counter, her tail moving from side to side as her big green eyes watched Eris. He sneered in response at the black cat’s presence.

“I just know she wants to sink her claws into my sweater. It’s hand knit, prick.”

Azriel lightly elbowed him from behind, his boyfriend’s antagonism to his cat both annoying and slightly entertaining. “She’s a cat. I don’t think she understands what hand knit, expensive wool means.”

Eris and his godsdamned sweater, Azriel thought. He took a deep breath as he pulled ingredients from the bags, trying to let his annoyance settle as he inspected the squash Eris picked up before he began peeling the onion and dicing it.

It had only been two months since Eris told his father he was dating a man and was very quickly disowned. In the span of twelve hours, Beron had seized all of Eris’s assets, from his bank accounts to his apartment, and fired him and had him banned from Vanserra Enterprises’s grounds.

He had showed up to Azriel’s apartment in nothing but the sweater and trousers he wore now.

Azriel and Eris had been dating on and off for a year and a half by this point, Eris finally deciding to tell his family, despite both men knowing how it would likely end.

Their relationship was never ‘off’ for very long - only a week or two here and there, when both their tempers got too much to handle. The stress of keeping their romance a secret frequently causing Eris to leave whenever things became too much or too real.

But they had been dating for a year straight when Eris began getting plagued with the need to tell his family. He knew the outcome - had even talked over every strategy with his younger brother, Lucien, to help figure out the softest way to tell them.

But Beron Vanserra was not a caring man.

Things had been looking up for Eris since then - it was a learning curve for him to have to live with someone in such small quarters, but the two made it work somehow. Azriel was a transplant to New York City, whereas Eris grew up here.

But shoebox apartments were never something Eris had been acquianted with - growing up in penthouse apartments in the upper east side meant he had grown accustomed to having an amount of space most New Yorkers would deem ‘excessive’.

But the pair made it work.

Eris had even been working on rekindling a relationship with Lucien - the two met up at least once a fortnight for coffee or pastries - short, small commitments for the two to work through the complexities of decades of emotional manipulation.

In a few days Eris was starting a job doing what he had initially wanted to do - running political campaigns. He recently got hired with a firm and he’ll begin helping Nesta Archeron try to take the seat of governor from their incumbent.

Eris had spent all week pouring over every piece of news he could get in the state to prepare himself - every data point, every poll. He had started quoting numbers in his sleep much to Azriel’s annoyance.

Azriel kicked him out of the apartment a few hours ago, telling him to go to the store and to get ingredients for butternut squash soup.

“Well, Azriel, perhaps it’s time you taught her about fine, luxury items.”

He dumped the diced onion into a hot pot as Eris began slicing the squash. “Yes, Er, I will spend the free time I have with you teaching my cat to better differentiate between polyester and cashmere.”

“You make me sound absurd.”

After a pause, Eris slowly smiled, looking at Azriel as he paused his cutting. “Why start there? The first lesson should be all textiles, not just cashmere and polyester.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, his hip checking Eris’s as he pulled the knife from the redhead’s hand and continued to cut the gourd into chunks.

“Perhaps I should quit my job and stay at home and homeschool her.”

His joke had been punctuated with a light meow as Midnight jumped from the counter, moving between Eris and Azriel’s sock clad feet, her body rubbing against Azriel’s calf as she purred.

“As if you could teach anyone manners.”

Azriel stopped his cutting, picking up the board as he dropped the chunks in the dutch oven. He hummed at Eris’s remark, trying to think of a witty reply before turning and grabbing Eris’s hand, pulling it to his lips and leaving a soft kiss.

Eris let a sneer cover his face, but his body moving closer to Azriel betrayed how he really felt about the man before him. One of Azriel’s hands moved to the hem of Eris’s sweater, resting lightly on his hip.

“What are you doing?”

“Is this not a proper greeting? I’m working on my manners.”

“I don’t think feeling someone up is a proper greeting.”

Azriel’s hand slid around, sliding into Eris’s back pocket. At Eris’s raised eyebrow, he responded, “If I’m going to be improper and feel you up, I’m going to do it properly.”

“The soup’s going to burn.”

Azriel turned his head, looking to the pot of vegetables that was heating. The vegetables hardly looked like they had warmed at all, and he imagined he could just stick his hand in it and come out only slightly warmer than his skin.

“I like to take risks.”

“Ah yes, professional risk taker. You spend your day in an office.”

“I walk on top of the grates when I walk through city. That is a risk. My earring could fall out and into the grate.”

Eris rolled his eyes, “everyone walks over the grates and if your earring fell out on the sidewalk,” he brought his finger to lightly play with the dangling knife from Azriel’s ear, “you would need several shots after putting it back in your ear.”

“I have isopropyl alcohol in the bathroom.”

“You have clearly not lived here long enough to understand that that is not strong enough to kill New York street bacteria.”

Azriel hummed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Eris took in his boyfriend, the deep blue sweater he had received for Christmas last year looking as stunning as Eris had expected it to when he bought it. He looked at Azriel’s profile, the dark bags beneath his eyes sending a pang through Eris.

The past few months had been draining for him, but Azriel had been picking up the brunt of the emotional load in this time, helping Eris work through what a life without his father would look like.

Just because it was the best thing to do didn’t make it any easier.

Eris pulled away first, untangling his limbs from Azriel to pull out the bread he had picked up, putting the gluten free loaf onto a cutting board as he cut chunky slices for the pair.

Azriel wrapped his arms around Eris, not letting him stray too far from his touch. Time slipped away as the two shared their body heat in the kitchen, not having anything to do until the timer for the vegetables wittled down.

When the timer finally went off, Azriel moved to turn the stove off while Eris moved to put the blender on the counter. The cat kept weaving between Eris’s legs, making moving through the kitchen nearly impossible. When he nearly tripped over her, he gave an exasperated sigh and scooped her into his arms.

“I hate you.”

She meowed loudly in his face before rotating her body to get comfortable and buried her face in Eris’s chest.

“It’s rumbling.”

“She’s purring, Eris. It’s a sign of affection. Lord knows you couldn’t identify that on your own.”

The redhead rolled his eyes as Azriel brought the pot of soup to the blender, using a spatula to get every last piece in before blending it into a soupy consistency, adding broth as he went to make it less viscous.

The sound of the blender made conversation impossible, until eventually Azriel grabbed two bowls, dumping the contents of the blender into each bowl. Eris followed Azriel to their table, dropping the cat onto the floor as Azriel placed the bowls on the table.

Eris knew things were going to still be difficult - he missed his mother, the jitters of starting a new job, of essentially starting over. But he looked at the soup, his favorite since childhood, before sitting down and taking a bite.

Things could be difficult tomorrow. Tonight would be easy. He would eat this soup and bask in the company of his boyfriend and his annoying cat.

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[msmodesto1]

My headcanons about mercs' cooking skills and food preferences because I want + I can

TW cringe

MeDiC

Medic cooks just fine. Not good, not bad, fine. BUT! He knows how to make awesome pastries, and once you taste his cupcakes, cookies, and you are already addicted to flour drugs of his production.

DeMoMaN

Demo doesn't have time to cook his own food, and sometimes he just doesn't have the strength to do it. He eats fast food or whatever his grandma makes for him. He also likes fish. I think he really likes sea fish.

EnGiNeEr

Meat, meat, meat, and meat, as well as meat and of course MEAT. He eats and cooks a lot of meat, and he's a master at it. Everything that can be fried or grilled, he cooks very, very tasty. But it's not always healthy food, and maybe you'll have heartburn after eating it, but it was delicious and you don't regret anything.

SoLdIeR

Soldier cooks hellish dishes. The recipe is averaged, as there can be a lot of options. Soldier takes the soup, but does not heat it. The microwave is for wimps. Soldier pours the soup into the pan and starts frying it. He adds a LOT of garlic, onion, black and red pepper, flour for viscosity, and a lot of sriracha. He frying it until it starts to smoke black. Soldier never cools it down, he immediately pours mayonnaise into the pan and starts eating it. He eats from the pan, loudly scraping on the pan with a spoon. He eats, sweat stands out on his forehead. Soldier eats and mumbles "holy shit" under his breath. He often offers it to his friends, but they kindly refuse.

ScOuT

This son of a bitch has a secret spell called "fast metabolism." He can eat everything in his fridge, in your fridge, the whole KFC menu, a herd of cows, a third of the state of Virginia, and half of the US strategic reserve in case of an atomic war, and he will still remain thin as a stick, after he can still say something like "oh, dude I think I've lost some weight." He mostly eats what his mom cooks for him. But he often eats fast food.

HeAvY

Of course he knows how to cook, and he cooks very tasty. But everything he can cook is very fatty and high in calories and, not surprisingly, he eats a lot. Do you know how much he eats? If you are lucky (or unlucky) to get into his house for lunch, then you will barely finish the first course, and you will already have thoughts that you will crawl out from behind the table because you will not have the strength to get to your feet. And this is only the first course! There's also a second course, a third course, a couple of salads, dessert, and then Heavy will make you drink tea with him. Do you know how they drink tea in Russia? It's like a separate meal, only all the food is sweet. Do you think this food will last for a week? Huh, it's a regular lunch at Heavy's house.

SnIpEr

He has no taste in food. A steak with black caviar from a five-star restaurant and the fried sole of his shoe are the same thing for him. Seriously, he doesn't see the difference between a masterpiece dish and what Soldier can cook. Because of this, his food tastes either ok (if you're lucky) or disgusting. Well, yes, he put too much salt in his food. Well, yes, he confused salt with sugar. Well, yes, perhaps the entire periodic table happened to be in his breakfast. He didn't even feel it.

SpY

He loves to eat delicious food and has great taste in food, but he will NEVER cook something. He hates cooking. If he has the choice of either cooking something for himself or starving to death, he will go in search of a pen to write a will.

PyRo

Pyro can cook... They think so. In fact, their food is disgusting in appearance and taste and always has a burnt taste. It's some kind of curse, but they burn all their food. Even if they pour water into the pan, it will still start to burn.

[aria-ashryver]

A Pinch of Sugar

Book: Immortal Desires Characters: Seth Olsen-Cooper, Terri O'Rinn Ratings/Warnings: General, recurring food motif Words: 2K

Summary: Seth sees Terri buying cookies for "her son". (Fic takes place within the SICSIG timeline, some months after CH33 when Seth and Terri first cook stew and dumplings together).

A/N: Participating in Choices May Challenge 2024 | Prompt: "I'll take care of you". (Honestly, the “Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” prompt works too. Stew is nearly soup, right?)

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmaychallenge24 @lilyoffandoms @stars-are-within-me

Seth’s lunchbox was a cheery sky blue. It was a huge, circular affair; an insulated metal canister with a handle at the top, that unscrewed to reveal a number of little compartments for cold cuts, for snacks, for soup, for cutlery.

The paint wasn’t even scratched yet, because Terri had only just bought it.

For him.

She’d bought Seth his own lunch box.

It was brisk outside, today; the sky a slate grey and smelling like the edge of rain, a line of seagulls slicing through the air to wing their way toward the docks. Probably not smart weather to be sitting outside in, eating lunch alone on the steps behind the gymnasium. But here he was all the same; concrete cold beneath his thighs, lunchbox warm and perched on his knees.

Curls of steam rose up from the stew and dumplings. Ever since Terri had taught him the recipe all those months ago, the beef stew had become one of his safe foods.

Seth huffed a breath, pushing a piece of onion around the bowl with his spoon, his feelings all tangled up in his throat.

He’d come to know the taste of many things, sitting at the O’Rinn’s dinner table.

The crisp snap of Anzac biscuits, butter clinging to his fingertips to leave little smudgy fingerprints on the edges of the newspaper when he helped Terri finish her crossword puzzle.

The creamy indulgence of fettucine alfredo, and the carb-laden groan Luca would always make when they got to the end of their bowl. The second, louder groan that always came on the heels of the first when they remembered it was their turn on dish duty.

The way the taste of Twizzlers grew rubbery and numb on his tongue at 5:27am, when he’d eaten his way through yet another packet, over yet another round of Mario Kart, and Luca had finally passed out beside him on the couch.

The slightly lumpy mashed potatoes Terri made to go with her red-wine braised lamb shanks, that he’d honestly thought would cause him all sorts of sensory issues at first. Until he’d quickly learned that the lumps were his favourite part.

He’d only ever had instant, powdered mash potato under the foster care system. It had tasted like dust.

All of his meals did.

Terri put butter and milk in her mashed potatoes.

Salt, and pepper, and understanding, somehow. Kindness. Care. Sometimes she’d put garlic, or crispy little bacon bits and chives, or some other secret thing. Once, there would have been a time where he couldn’t handle the unpredictable deviations from the norm. The unexpected textures.

Now, he didn’t care as much, because it wasn’t the ingredients that made the potatoes taste the way they did.

Terri O’Rinn’s lumpy mashed potatoes told him, “I'll take care of you”.

They tasted like being loved.

At least, Seth thought that was probably what being loved felt like. No one had ever really…

He’d never had…

Seth swiped a finger around the rim of his lunchbox, sucked at the savoury richness of the stew until the bowl was licked clean.

He wasn’t even really that hungry, to be honest. He just didn’t want to waste it.

It had been a really long time since Seth had gone hungry.

Supermarket lights were one of the few things that drove him mad when it came to being a vampire. Something about the combination of flickering halogens and the hugeness —the sterile off-whiteness— of grocery stores never failed to give him a headache.

Seth hurried through the supermarket —but not too fast; human, human, gotta look human; gosh, these lights are nasty; don’t walk too fast, you’re totally human; nod politely at Mr Philips in the produce section; oh, that’s right, need to finish those homework questions for economics; Luca probably forgot to do his, too— shuffling to a halt in the aisle where all the candy was.

He grabbed a brightly-coloured pack of Twizzlers from the shelf. Two, actually. Because Luca had been staying with Gabriel a lot more often lately, but the past few nights they’d been home, and maybe they would want to play Mario Kart with him again sometime.

Seth was just making his way to the checkout when he caught sight of Terri across the store.

‘Oh, aren’t these cute!’

Terri beamed, laughter in her smile, peering at a display of baked goods near the checkouts.

‘I should get some of these cookies for my son!’ she told the clerk. ‘He absolutely loves cats. Our Minnie adores him.’

As Terri paid for her purchases, chatting happily with the girl at the counter about their pets, Seth found himself frowning. He tucked himself behind a shelf full of bread loaves, lurking where Terri wouldn’t see him.

It wasn’t like her to slip up like that.

Luca hated “son”.

It was one of the gendered terms they despised the most. Seth knew, because he’d asked Terri on four separate occasions exactly how and when he should be using Luca’s pronouns, and what words to avoid. Luca had been so kind to him these past months. Welcoming. He’d hate to get it all wrong and upset them.

“Son” was an absolute no-go.

He knew, because he kept a list in his wallet, and he’d re-read it until he knew it by heart, and still checked it now and then, just in case he’d forgotten.

Pronouns: he/they. Alternate between them, don’t just use one.

“Dude” is a term they like, so is “lad”.

“Boy” is fine sometimes, but it’s not their favourite. Context dependent. Maybe re-work the sentence to use something else instead.

“Man” makes him deeply uncomfortable, and “bro” is hugely dependent on who it comes from.

Under no circumstances should he ever refer to Luca as Terri’s “son”.

Seth hadn’t asked about “brother”, on account of that seemed really presumptuous.

And besides, Seth thought. The mere thought of even asking whether Luca might ever consider himself Seth’s brother made funny little bubbles fizz around in his stomach, like he was a can of cola that had fallen with a heavy thunk off of one of the supermarket shelves, and now he was whizzing around in sticky, dizzying spirals on the linoleum in Embarrassing Coke-Can Hell.

Or something.

A wave of clammy discomfort washed over him. Seth fiddled with the frayed threads at the edge of his sleeve.

But, then again, Seth supposed, trying his best to blend in with the loaves of bread —which wasn’t hard, because sliced bread was very boring, and Cas said he was the most boring person he’d ever met, so maybe Seth had been a loaf of bread in a past life or something, which would go a long way toward explaining his complete inability to ever have a normal conversation with anyone— it wasn’t exactly like he was an expert in being non-binary. He hadn’t even known that was a thing until a year or two ago.

Maybe Luca had just changed their mind about the “son” thing?

…or maybe not?

Ragged, grey threads drifted down onto the linoleum, littering the floor by his shoes.

He’d ask Terri about it again. Just to be sure.

Seth stopped by his room at the Nexus. Or rather, he tried to; he wound his way through the underground corridors, arriving outside his door only to have the keypad flash red when he tried to key in the pin code to his room.

He tried again.

“No Entry”.

Confused, he bumbled his way back through the labyrinthine halls, picking his way to Astoria’s office.

‘I had that room cleared out about a month ago,’ Astoria told him, waving him in. Her eyes pinched in mild confusion. ‘I had assumed your living situation with the O’Rinns had become something of a permanent arrangement.’

‘Oh. Okay.’

Astoria paused, her pen hovering above her documents. ‘Is it not?’

Eyes downcast, Seth shrugged. ‘I dunno,’ he mumbled.

He’d learned not to ask questions.

It always worked better when you were quiet. Helpful. Well-behaved. Didn’t ask too many questions. Questions were the kicker. As soon as you asked too many questions, that was when they dumped you back in foster care.

Or… the vampire den, in this case.

Astoria jiggled her pen between her fingers. ‘You’re not in the least bit curious?’

Seth scuffed the toe of his shoe on the floor and said nothing.

A quiet sigh slipped past Astoria’s lips. She flicked her paperwork aside. In all honesty, Seth couldn’t tell if something had her amused or if she was seconds away from throttling him; she shoved out of her chair, crossing her office in two quick strides to tug a duffel bag from a closet.

‘Here. The last of your things from your old room.’

Seth caught the bag on reflex. It was lighter than he’d expected, but that shouldn’t have surprised him, really. He’d never had that many belongings of his own.

‘I had it cleared out a few weeks ago,’ Astoria explained. ‘Remus is staying there for the time being. But, Seth?’

As much as he disliked doing so, Seth forced himself to make eye contact.

‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome here, too, do you understand that? Family is who you choose to love, and trust, and protect. If you want that to mean the O’Rinns, as well as the Venandis… that’s okay.

Nice Astoria might be even more terrifying than Regular Astoria, Seth thought. She slipped back into her seat and he nodded.

‘Okay. Um. I should head home,’ he said by way of farewell, startled to realise he did actually think of the O’Rinn’s house that way. ‘Thanks, Astoria.’

Astoria smiled after him as the door swung shut.

Home.

What a concept.

‘Seth! Hi, dear!’

Terri was in the kitchen again when Seth arrived… home. She brightened as he entered, bustling over to steer him toward the dining table, where a plastic clam-shell container sat on the warm, age-scarred wood.

‘Here — look what I found at the supermarket!’

Seth took a seat. A number of cookies peered back at him from behind their glossy plastic shell; chocolate, vanilla, caramel, the flavours all mixed and patterned to look like little calico cats.

‘Oh,’ he said, quietly. Seth’s stomach felt all funny again, and he wasn’t sure why. ‘Wow, great. I’m sure Luca will love them.’

Terri’s head whipped around, confusion skewing her expression. ‘No, they’re for you, duckie!’

Fizzing cola can.

Thunking to the floor.

Spinning around and around and around and around and—

Seth stared blankly at the cookies. ‘But you said they were for…’

‘Have some now if you like!’ Terri said, his whispered words pitched too low for her human hearing. ‘Don’t ruin your appetite, though, I’ve got dinner on.’

Seth’s mind was reeling.

Terri hummed a mellow tune to herself as she skirted back behind the kitchen counter, her fingers brushing lightly over his hair as she went.

It seemed... important, somehow, to open the container quietly. The plastic crunched beneath his clumsy fingers, the clam-shell packaging popping open to jostle the cookies about on the tray, crumbs jumping everywhere.

Seth glanced up to see if he’d made Terri mad, but she seemed happy as ever, standing at the oven and tasting the sauce on the end of her wooden spoon, nodding quietly to herself.

Fingers trembling, Seth popped a cookie into his mouth. The first bite was sugary sweet against the wash of salt on the back of his tongue. He chewed slowly, gratefully, coughing against a throat grown tight.

‘So? What’s the verdict?’ Terri called over her shoulder. ‘Are they good?’

Seth sniffed, scrubbing his wet eyes on his sleeve before Terri could see.

‘Yeah. Um. Thank you, Terri, ’ Seth said. ‘They’re perfect.’

[spoopyblues214]

Vicious Valentine's

Mud Dogs valentines headcanons lesgo

Also, reminder that my requests are open, just send an ask lovelies!

°•.•°

Gifts received

Mickey would buy you heart box chocolates as well as many other themed candies and a stuffed animal

Leonard knows the meanings behind flowers and their colors so he would plan out a bouquet gift for you

Danny would be extravagant and get you minky coutre and jewelry, necklaces, earrings, bracelets

Special dinner

If we're talking all three care about you, they are working their asses off in the kitchen trying [and failing] to make you your favorite dinner

You end up needing to help them anyway, but you don't mind, finding the gesture cute

Just Mickey would probably make a soup for valentines day dinner

Leonard would grill or make fried food, meat lovers delight [though of course grilled onion and pepper or fried cauliflower for my vegetarians]

Danny's making pasta. Sorry, it's all he knows. You could request a specific one though?

Giving them gifts

As for getting gifts, Mickey would like things that he can display, art, photos, stickers.

Reminders of you in his room/the hideout make him giddy

Leonard would like preening items or clothes, smells that you like on him automatically become his favorite scent.

He also has a secret sweet tooth. If you got him his favorite treats he's a blushing mess

Danny, in spite of his large/expensive gifts, really only cares about thought. If you got him a book/record he had shown interest in, you're a winner

He'd melt into a puddle, though, if you got him a handkerchief or pocket square for his suit, being able to display a piece of you wherever he goes

[risingsoleil]

Tenzin gets sick and Lin takes care of him.

"Get your ass back in bed."

"But--"

"No." She pushed him back on the bed, straddling his lap and holding his arms above his head. "You listen to me, and you listen good."

Tenzin attempted to smile, but his cheeks and nose were too pink for it to have the desired effect. He shifted his hips. "I'm listening," he rasped.

"Take a nap. Sleep as long as you can." Lin reached for a small container, unscrewing the metal cap off. The minty balm instantly opening her own nostrils. Lin dug the edge of her fingernails to scoop small globs of tigerdillo balm. "Your homework today is rest." She massaged his temples, cupid's bow, and his chest with the icy balm that worked wonders.

"And if I don't do it correctly?" A harsh cough cut off the end of his question and Tenzin covered his mouth with his elbow to contain the germs.

She dismounted him and fluffed his pillows. At his bedside, a jar of honey and a clean spoon awaited. Lin scooped a spoonful of liquid gold and carefully raised it to his mouth. Tenzin obeyed and licked the spoon clean, swallowing with less pain.

"Then no more sleepovers."

"That's not fair."

"And kisses."

"How dare you."

"Sleep. Now." Lin drew the curtains closed so that the sunlight didn't disturb her airbending boyfriend's sleep. "Be a good boy and listen to your girlfriend."

Tenzin grunted, drawing the light sheet over his legs comfortably. "Hmph."

"Sweet dreams, Twinkletoes," Lin uttered with finality, sliding the door closed behind her.

With Tenzin out of her hair for at least the next hour, Lin could finally focus on the task that brought her a secret joy.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

Mince. Mince. Mince.

Boil. Boil. Boil.

Lin stirred the pot continuously, adding each flavor in layers. Spicy. A hint of sweet and sour. Tenzin doesn't really care for spicy food like she does, but his taste buds are a bit useless when he's sick. And kimchi stew is one of his favorite soups when his body is a little frail.

Correction: her kimchi stew is his favorite.

The next soup she needed to start on: jook.

Another one of his favorites, as well as hers.

In the middle of slicing ginger, Lin found herself humming and relaxing as she added it to the large pot. She inhaled and felt all her stress melt away with the fresh aromas dancing in her kitchen. What would life look like if she cooked more often for them? Lin smiled as she stirred the rice soup.

The last thing she needed is chopped green onions.

The door slid open.

"How do you feel?" Lin asked, the knife thudding against the wooden board.

"Better..." came the raspy and drowsy voice.

"Wash your face and sit down. The food is almost ready."

"You didn't have to."

"Wash your face and get ready to eat."

Tenzin had no energy to argue against her and just listened to the powerful earthbender who claimed to be stronger than him. He sat patiently in his seat and rested his chin in his hands, eyes lingering on Lin. How she took care to scoop a small mountain of rice in a bowl, then laddled a small bowl of kimchi stew. Finally, she filled another with jook.

Lin presented it in front of him and sprinkled freshly chopped green onions over his soups. "Enjoy."

He beamed and picked up his spoon. "Thank you, my love."

As Lin prepared her own bowls, she sneaked a few glances over at him. Tenzin blew on the stew and as he sipped on it, a loud "Kyaaaah~" and smile grew on his face. "This is delicious, Lin."

"Can you taste it?"

"Yes. I love it. I wish I wasn't sick so I could eat more."

"Just eat whatever you can."

[mariacallous]

Sheila Glickman Leventhal isn’t your average Jewish American grandma. The 82-year-old owner of Cecil’s Deli in St. Paul, Minnesota, the spot her parents opened and where she’s been peeling and dicing potatoes since she was eight years old, is also an every day yogi and was recently named the St. Paul deli matriarch. 

In a chaotic, fun interview with lots of laughter, Sheila (along with the occasional two cents from her daughter Becca Kvasnik) told me the most important factor to restaurant success, the most essential Jewish ingredient, and how she’s pretty confident she could still make schmaltz on Mars. 

This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for clarity. 

What is it like running a Jewish food space in an off the beaten path Jewish area? 

Sheila: Listen. We’re not off the beaten path. A lot of Jews settled here. They may have gone to New York but then they came here, either because they had family here or because they found it safer. I know that’s the way my mother-in-law felt, who first settled in Brooklyn. 

What is the most popular menu item?

Sheila: The Reuben, absolutely. 

Name a food that was once popular and has since gone out of style.

Sheila: Let’s say tongue. If you’re a New Yorker, you expect tongue on the menu. Tongue was an item that we discontinued because people stopped wanting it. It wasn’t healthy. We used to stuff the chicken neck… 

Becca: Oh Jesus.

Sheila: … I can still see my grandmother standing there stuffing the chicken neck. We have it in the case, though we don’t make it. We have it frozen in the case. I’m pretty sure I can make it. I just don’t know where I would get the skin off the chicken neck. 

Becca: Sounds like a winter project.

Sheila: Yes!

Do you think people are looking for more traditional Jewish dishes or a modern twist?

Sheila: It’s all about the old favorites. We sell a lot of chicken matzah ball soup. A lot! And sweet and sour cabbage borscht. It’s always been popular. 

Have you seen an increased interest in Jewish food lately?

Sheila: When my husband and I got married in 1961, there were 13 Jewish delis in St. Paul. That’s not including Minneapolis. Today, there is only one in St. Paul. 

What’s the secret to success?

Sheila: I consider consistency the biggest part of being able to stay in business. Be consistent and try to keep your people happy.

What do your non-Jewish customers think of the deli?

Sheila: After the Jews left the neighborhood the non Jews took their place very quickly and were our best customers. They wanted kosher corned beef, but with all the kosher meat places in Chicago closing down things got more difficult. 

Any secrets you’re willing to share for making great Jewish food?

Sheila: Schmaltz! My parents opened this business in 1949 and my mother always used beef liver (to make chopped liver). She never used chicken liver. Now, we use beef liver and combine it with onions and schmaltz. It’s to taste and it’s a simple thing. A little bit of schmaltz in everything goes a long way.

Is there a story behind the menu? Any nostalgic menu items? 

Sheila: The menu hasn’t dropped many of the original items. The current menu is huge. My son creates the menu and he gets a little carried aways because he’s always wanting to create new things. I would say the matzah ball soup.

Becca: And the corn beef sandwich. 

Sheila: Oh, and the potato salad and coleslaw! Our potato salad and creamy coleslaw recipe has not changed since I was a little girl. 

Where do you see Jewish food going?

Sheila: Let me just say that I plan to be here another 20 years. 

Becca: Oy.

Sheila: My daughter thinks I’ll outlive her. Anyway, I don’t think Jewish food will ever go away. I see the way people are. They love it. You should see what it’s like at Christmas, how the people flock! The young families, the old families, they love our food and they love that kind of food. I think that’s how things are always going to be unless we live on another planet where the delivery would be harder. Although we might be able to create our own (schmaltz), all we really need is a chicken.

[scarletkilometers]

Seven Snippet Sunday

it’s monday afternoon but I wouldn’t worry about that. tagged by @bumblerhizal-art, tagging @guzmascanary, @cryptidpiers, & anyone else who wants to do this. taken from various in-progress pokemon fics

1) I Just Wanted To Illustrate A Headcanon About Possession And Delayed Amnesia And Now I’m Researching Folk Medicine, How Did I End Up Here

You turn your attention to the hearth where you’ve left a soup broth bubbling for your guest; kelp and dried fish, something simple and nourishing that he should be able to keep down even if his stomach isn’t cooperating. You leave it be and go about preparing an herbal tea to soothe his fever as well as any pain he might be in. Lady Sneasler sniffs the curling steam and recoils, giving you an offended look that can most politely be interpreted as You're not seriously feeding him that, are you?

"Oh, pardon me, I didn't realize you’d become an expert in herbal remedies. I've seen you eat Stunky carrion, My Lady, don't go acting like you have some kind of refined palate." Lady Sneasler gives a mollified sniff and stations herself at the head of the stranger’s cot.

2) Fun Times With Outsider POVs

You're about 6 inches from the door when someone calls out "Excuse me!" You turn to see a shy-looking girl jump up from the bench and follow you to the door. Your immediate impression of this girl is paaale, from her flax-colored hair to her all-white outfit to her suspiciously pristine shoes. 

"You were able to beat the gym leader, right?" She points at the Cerulean gym badge pinned to the strap of your bag. "That means you're strong, right?" 

"Sure, I guess so." You shrug. It's only your second badge so far, but if she wants to flatter you, you're not going to stop her.

"Then would you mind having a battle with me? I need more practice." The girl enunciates very carefully, and speaks with a noticeable accent. Probably foreign, then. 

3) Lunch Time With Selene And The Champion Of Alola

"It's some bullshit that Goli can't learn U-Turn, though," he grumbles. "Fuckin' obscene is what it is." 

"You gonna do League Regulation about it?" You half-tease. You take the basket and start helping yourself to the fried squash. "You're the law until I feel like taking my title back, and all. 'Can he get all the paperwork processed before being ultimately dethroned?' Think of the new layer of challenge that would add--"

"Shaddup, brat." He yanks the basket away and starts rooting around for any onion pieces you've left behind. "Pretty sure it don't work like that. You can't exactly regulate a Goldeen into bein' able to use Fire Punch, you dig?" 

"You can if you're not a weenie!" Guzma beans a piece of eggplant off your forehead. "Fi-i-i-ine, but does Kukui know you know that?" 

There is a moment of thoughtful silence before a wicked grin spreads across his face. "I think I'm gonna have to give the Professor a call after this."

4) The Existential Implications of Parasect

There might be Parasect in Galar somewhere, but if there are, they wouldn’t be anywhere near Spikemuth. So this is the first chance you’ve ever had to get familiar with one. You're struck suddenly by its eyes; what you’d taken from a distance to be cataracts is actually a film of fuzzy, fibrous growth that completely covers the creature’s eyestalks. managing the family grocery budget and making sure there was always good food in the house, recoils in horror. Mold! That’s mold, you idiot! You shut it right up. It’s not a strawberry that’s gone past its sell-by date, it’s a pokemon, and it belongs to your very good friend. Even if it is a creepy little thing.

“Cute, ain’t he?” Guzma sighs, touching his cheek to yours. 

5) Real Cahoots Will Change Your Life

It is far from a secret that the two of you came from another time and place, but there are many aspects of that experience that you simply do not refer to in mixed company. In some cases your shared status as outsiders allows others to overlook social missteps, and in others, it is an excuse to look at them twice as hard. There are feelings you don't acknowledge, opinions you do not voice, because doing so in mixed company would serve no purpose but to emphasize that you are not truly one of them. The atmosphere it creates is as oppressive as a hand on your throat. And for the two of you, strangers in a strange land, mixed company is thus far the only kind you've had. 

That, you suppose, is why you said yes. It is a kind of loneliness that cuts straight to the bone, and persists even as you find yourself surrounded by people.

6) I’m Pretty Sure This Is How Everyone Reacts To Seeing Leon For The First Time

The guy’s about Kukui’s height with a pretty similar build, but where Kukui is attractive in a relatively ordinary way, this guy is—there’s no other word for it—boy band pretty, with miles of shiny purple hair and absurdly sparkly gold eyes. He looks like a Disney princess and he’s wearing lime green running shorts and an awful tacky souvenir tee-shirt that reads Hulbury Aquarium over its stretched-out decal in giant orange letters. What the fucking fuck.

You know you’ve been staring too long when he clears his throat and asks “Are you alright?” His brows are creased slightly with concern. Fuck, those eyes. How are they so expressive? You force your jaw shut and try to come up with something non-obnoxious to say.

“Yeah, m’fine.” You are not fine, you’ve got twigs in your hair, dirt all down your front—that shirt was white, fuck your hot life—the pokemon you wanted to catch is long gone, and you’re apparently too brain-scrambled to manage complete sentences in the presence of the most stupidly pretty person you’ve seen in the last ever. Fuck this trip, you’re going home.

7) Cyrus Goes to Space & is Only 75% as Much of an Asshole

It’s night when you finally arrive on the island of Melemele, which suits you both just fine. After so long in the dark and gloom of the Ultra Beasts’s domains, the daylight of this world is like a sawblade to the eyes. While you have every intention of fulfilling your promise of delivering your companion back to his team, it quickly becomes apparent that neither of you are in any condition to do so. You’ve both been away from this world for weeks and you need to readjust, to light, to noise, to being in a world with people in it. Guzma is faring much worse than you in that regard. Even the minimal amount of human contact he had to endure on the voyage left him overwhelmed and glassy-eyed. You have no idea how long he had been in those dark, smothering caves prior to your arrival; you never asked.

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm #52

2024-05-03, session #52 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Spring 4 through Spring 10 of Year 5!

cast:

me ( @mothmute )

E.B. ( @blueherin )

Kimi ( @2kimi2furious )

Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES (every time!)

Pizza may secretly be demon spawn.

Right to jail!

Spring 4:

Rainy day!!

I remembered that EB's also got a cellar full of aged wine, and cycle that

(EB has to remap her controls)

Pam wants potato booze (again); we'll support her alcoholism if it gets us paid.

Smallmouth bass frenzy in cindersap forest?? (I miss it entirely)

Kimi vandalizes EB's sign

Spring 5:

Baby dino is born!! I named it "...lizard?..."

Kimi buys the Junimo catelog

Kimi can have a little deforestation, as a treat

DISCONNECTION

Spring 5 (take two):

Baby dino is born! It's named Lizardo, in this timeline it's italian

oooh, heart event with Vincent and Jas! "spwing onions" are full of bugs, and Jas is appalled at Vincent's violence.

Kimi gets to level 10 foraging (and later picks Tracking), getting her one step closer to Mastery!

I pick up some Tom Kha soup for Elliott from the Cool Pig

Kimi can't access anything 'cause EB is ~crafting~

(taters, precious......)

Sebastian catches Kimi digging through the trash. I'm just glad somebody's remembering to do it!

Elliott talks about how he was never able to successfully "grow plant" at his seaside cottage. Not "plants", "plant". Elliott... is there something you aren't telling me? (it's weed)

EB is #blessed by Wild Possum, Grandpa Jr. and Kimi!

Spring 6:

With foraging complete, Kimi is off to fight some dudes.

I hate to give Pierre money, but we need grass starter. At least Abigail and "carloine" will benefit from it.

(hell with this prismatic grange, I'm gonna buy stuff)

Abigail catches Kimi digging in the trash, and nobody cares!

EB finishes foraging! Mastery getting closer every day!

Spring 7:

duck violence

You can edit Pam's sign??

Prismatic grange complete!

Ancient farming secrets line 37: "there's no better helper than a raisin-fed Junimo"

(Gettin' cheese and jelly bucks tonight!)

Why is there a sign in Kimi's bedroom?

Spring 8:

"grandma is watching........."

Meanwhile, Kent sends me another bomb in the mail.

Kimi kept the valley safe by defeating a Fly. Thank you for your service, braver than any US marine

(Heart event with the sad island boy...)

ugh, more prismatic bullshit, or Qi's Crop? Fuck it, we bean! And I find the first one right away!

Potato juice is ready!

EB fuckin' dies, her husband bills her 1000g and makes her walk home by herself at 1:30AM

Spring 9:

Pizza and Violet are lying in bed on a tuesday, trying to get out of Garbage School

Possum gave EB a chub! "that's what she said"

PRISON BREAK, duck on the loose!

aw hell I was supposed to potato pam, gotta juice the old lady, pamtato.

ffff I gifted it to her, I was supposed to put it in her kitchen (situations like this are what fairy dust is for)

Pam event, praying to Yoba with a Sign of the Vessel she bought from Joja dot com.

Gifted Penny some cookies I found in the trash. "better than her cooking" heyoooo

Lewis showed me his gacha machine, gotta get tickets to win cash prizes!

(haunted by shorts)

EB stays out too late and gets murdered by the Qi Beans

Spring 10?:

GARBAGE CRIBS

Kimi shows off her kitchen skeleton

EB admires Kimi's fish tank

Kimi says that my skeleton pineapple room "slaps"

"what's behind the bed" "nothing don't worry about it :)" (just my attic of amontillado)

-

TO-DO:

I still need gold and iridium to finish out my Crystalarium shed

(speaking of which, I still need more preserves jars for my jam shed, and more kegs for the keg tunnel)

I meant to spend some time reorganizing the storage shed, but didn't get around to it this time

still need to find cave jelly, so we can smoke a fish, so we can befriend the raccoon!

gotta re-do all the tapped trees, but ugh I don't wanna

I HAVEN'T DONE ANY SKULLS IN SO LONG

gotta keep making friends! current target: small island child

my grocery list is so big! still, I did make some good progress on it, I need to check and set up some new priority targets

oh right! RAINY DAY: FIGHT FISH

Good garbage, everybody!!

[number1jeonginstan]

i need a toxic stepbrother!jeongin x fem!reader who comes home drunk and sees you laying in the couch wearing a bit revealing clothes on (idkkk??)

A/N: This was pure filth. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t read it! There are a lot of things that I don’t write about and this isn’t one of them. I personally really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like it too! This was such a good and fun request to fufill!

WC: 2.5k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: Jeongin x afab!Reader

Warnings: step-cest (kinda, technically Jeongin’s dad and y/n’s mom aren’t married!), pussy eating, cumming inside, unprotected sex (it’s back!!), Jeongin calling reader a slut! 

You came back home from winter break, only to be inconvenienced by your mom’s new boyfriend and his son. You were thankful that your mom could finally have someone she could love especially after your dad had passed away from cancer 12 years prior. 

Her boyfriend was sweet, and it was nice to have him around. He was a chef, and would always make you something to eat, whenever you asked. He also implemented family game nights every night, at least one round, while you were back home for vacation. It was fun, but the only downside was his son. 

Jeongin was a year older than you, and he was constantly bothering you. Every time you would be in the same room as him, he would scowl at you, but act like an angel whenever your mother was around. 

The other day, when you were eating some cookies that your mom had made for the both of you, you were trying to get the mug from the top shelf of the cabinet. It was almost a ritual for you to eat your mom’s cookies with milk from that specific mug, and since you weren’t home as much, she had moved it two shelves higher, somewhere you couldn’t reach. 

You had gotten up onto the counter, attempting to reach the mug as Jeongin came up behind you and grabbed it. You were about to thank him for grabbing it for you, but instead, he poured milk into your favorite mug and walked off. 

You were agitated, but he couldn’t have known that you needed that exact mug, so you let it slide. That was until a day afterward when he had used up all the hot water and when you went up to confront him told you to “suck it up”

You began complaining to your mom about how annoying he was. “Why does he have to stay here” you grumbled, cutting up some onions for the soup she was making for dinner. “Sweetheart, he’s family, plus his school is only 20 minutes away, it’s cheaper for him to live at home” 

“I know” you whined, “but why does he have to be so annoying!” 

“Y/N L/N, do not speak about your soon-to-be brother like that!” she scolded, turning around to look at you. A shiver ran up your spine “Soon to be what now? I thought you and Lee had just started dating like a year ago?” 

“You know it’s been three years, plus, it was supposed to be a secret. He proposed to me the other day, we are going on a trip as soon as Christmas is over, so learn how to be nice to Jeongin, you have to stay with him for a few days while we are out of the house” 

You just rolled your eyes, not wanting to throw a tantrum like a 5-year-old because Jeongin had walked into the kitchen asking your mom what was for dinner, and said it smelled good, kissing her cheek. 

He was such a smooth talker to your mom but was such a dick towards you. You didn’t get it, but you decided to suck it up for your mom’s sake. 

Your friend dropped you home from a party you both had attended. “Goodnight,” you said, hugging her and thanking her for driving you home. You weren’t wasted, but you were still a bit tipsy from Changbin’s party, a friend from high school, that you both attended. 

You were struggling to open the door to your house, your key not fitting properly and you were getting quite frustrated. It was so cold you could feel the air nipping your knees and arms. It had been a bad idea to wear a short skirt and an almost sheer long-sleeve top, but they were some of the only cute clothes you had in your closet. 

You were about to call your mom, but then you remembered how she and Lee were on vacation celebrating their engagement. Instead, you began to bang on the door, hoping and praying that Jeongin would let you in. You were about to give up after three minutes had passed of constant banging, but he had come to the door in just plaid pajama pants. 

“What the fuck?” he groaned, his hair slightly disheveled as he opened the door. You quickly ran inside, your body freezing as you made a B-line to the couch spotting a blanket and huddling underneath it. “Can you get out of my spot?” 

You looked up to see the TV playing HunterXHunter and a bowl of popcorn on the table. You moved slightly taking the blanket with you. 

“What took you so long, you were right here, couldn’t you hear me pounding on the door?” You whined, rubbing your hands against your thighs, trying to warm yourself up. “I did, I just chose to ignore it, but then felt bad for the neighbors having to hear you whining like a lost puppy at 2 in the morning” 

He sat on the couch, yanking the blanket away from you, covering his legs with it, letting his toned abs and wide back still uncovered for your viewing. “Hey, what was that for?” 

“If you weren’t dressed like such a slut, you wouldn’t be this cold.” he shrugged, picking up the popcorn from the table in front of him, tossing a kernel into his mouth. “You are such a dick” you huffed, getting up and going to your room. 

You decided to take a shower instead of just changing, needing to get the night off your body. Not to mention, a warm shower would do wonders for how cold you were. The heat of the shower felt amazing, your body relaxing and the tension in your shoulders slowly dissipated. 

You got out of the shower, threw on some satin pajamas, and went towards the kitchen to make yourself some tea before heading to bed. As you turned on the kettle you saw Jeongin still on the couch, but he wasn’t watching TV anymore. He was asleep, his head nodded slightly to the side as you could hear his snores. 

He looked ever so peaceful, you could see the rise and fall of his chest. His mouth was slightly agape his hair was covering his forehead, a piece falling below his brow and onto his eye. He was shivering slightly, and you felt bad, so you walked over to the couch. You pulled the blanket to his shoulders not thinking much of it. 

It wasn’t until you turned around that his hand captured your wrist, pulling you into him. You toppled onto him, your hand pressed upon his blanketed chest. Your face was puzzled, confused about what was going on as he began to kiss your lips. Your eyes widened, quickly trying to pull away. 

“What was that for?” you stuttered, eyes still wide. “Oh come on, don’t think I didn’t see you eyeing me up since you’ve been home, not to mention putting the blanket around me, you want me babe, it’s apparent” 

Your cheeks were red, you didn’t understand what was happening. You were straddling Jeongin, your soon-to-be step-brother. It was wrong, it was so wrong, right? Then why did it feel so right? 

Before you had a second to think again, he attacked your lips again. His hands grabbed your waist as he ground you onto his covered cock. “Feel that baby, feel how hard you get me. Seeing you parade around in that slutty little skirt, banging on the door. You know why I didn’t answer the door? I wanted to see you squirm, begging for me to open that door. Isn’t that what you wanted the entire time? You just wanted your step-brother to ruin you” 

“No, it’s not true” you whined, feeling his cock rub against you perfectly, eliciting a tiny moan from your lips. 

“Awww, baby don’t lie to me. Isn’t that you were parading around in those shorts, begging for me to come up behind you to get that mug for you? You can’t be that oblivious to your surroundings now can you sweetheart?” He asked, kissing your lips again. 

The blanket had slowly been falling from his shoulders the second he sat you on top of him. Now, the blanket had been kicked off and crumpled on the floor next to the couch. You could see his abs, each one defined and you could feel yourself getting wet. 

“Come on baby, it’s just the two of us, no one has to know” he whispered into your ear before nipping at your neck. You just moaned in response.

“I mean, if no one needs to know, I don’t know how one time will be that bad” you whispered. 

That was all the permission Jeongin needed to devour you whole. His lips attacked yours, soaking up every one of your moans as he took your thighs into his large hands and ground you faster into his groin. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, can’t wait to feel that tight pussy” 

You squirmed into his touch, whining as he took you off of his lap. You missed the sensation of rutting his cock into your pussy, that was until he flipped you around, his chest heaving over yours. 

He began to take off your shirt, letting your tits spill out. “Fuck, no bra, it was like you wanted to parade your tits” He groaned as he took your right bud into his mouth, sucking slightly. You writhed underneath him, he was so good and you could feel the wet patch in your panties getting wetter. 

“Such a needy girl, all you need is a cock to make you stop acting like such a whore” You simply nodded, going along with anything he asked, knowing that you didn’t want to defy him, needing to feel his cock inside of you sooner than later. 

“But…” you whined at that “If we are only going to do this one time, I want to taste you” Before you could even register what was occurring, he pulled down your shorts and panties in one yank, throwing them next to the blanket on the floor. 

“What a sweet little pussy, can’t wait to taste it” he groaned, taking one of his long fingers between your folds. You moaned as he slipped a finger into your entrance as he lowered his face to your pussy, licking your clit simultaneously. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, opting to cover your face as he continued to eat you out. 

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked, your juices covered his chin as he looked up to see you. You simply nodded, feeling too embarrassed. “Aww, is my baby shy? Show me your fucked out face.” 

You listened, removing your hands, your eyes beginning to tear up slightly from how good it felt. “There’s my pretty girl” he didn’t hesitate before resuming to eat you out. His licks to your pussy had become more aggressive. He began to eat you out like a man starved like it was his last meal, but technically it was. 

“Jeongin, please it’s too much, please I’m going to cum!” you moaned above him. “Fuck baby, cum for me, take my fingers and mouth” he moaned against your pussy. Less than a minute later, you came on his fingers, your pussy spasming on his fingers, sucking them in deeper.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, knew you were going to taste amazing” he licked his fingers that were in you moments before. You were still squirming underneath him as he kissed your lips. You could taste your juices on him, but that didn’t stop him. He continued to kiss you as he pulled down his pajamas. 

He began to rub his cock through his boxers, moaning at the sensation. “Please Innie, need your cock” 

“Fuck baby, say that again” he moaned, taking his cock out of the confines of his boxers, his long cock hitting his stomach. His hair was cut clean with a vein on the underside of it. The girth didn’t seem unmanageable, but the length was what scared you. 

“Come on baby, never seen a cock this big?” he asked, laughing a bit. Your face must have given it away as he aligned the tip with the entrance to your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of his tip protruding your entrance. Just the tip felt amazing, and you caught yourself moaning at it.

“Fuck, you are such a cock whore, taking my cock like such a good girl” he groaned, thrusting his entire cock into you with no warning. “Innie, fuck it’s too much, omg it’s so good” you moaned feeling like his cock was hitting your cervix.

It didn’t stop him, he began to use you like his own personal fleshlight, thrusting into you like he had never been in pussy before. “Innie please, too much” you whined, feeling overstimulated as he only made you cum seconds before.

“Do you want me to tape your mouth shut? You are such a whore, want our neighbors to hear, to hear that your step-bro is fucking you so well that you are going to cum on my cock from just a few measly thrusts?”

Before you could speak up, he began to thrust into you faster, your tongue lolling out to the side of your mouth. He had held your legs up around his waist, fucking you deeper. You couldn’t control yourself, you felt like you were about to cum, his cock thrusting into that one spot that made you want to scream. 

“Innie, I’m gonna cum again, please Jeonginnie, let me cum” you moaned as he put his thumb to your clit, matching the pace of his cock as it hit that one spongey spot inside of you. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum like a good girl? Gonna cum on my cock and let me cum inside of you? Be a good girl and cum on my big cock” he said, slapping your thigh slightly with the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit. That was all the conformation needed to cum around his cock.

You wrapped your legs around him, not letting him take his cock out of your pussy. He too eventually felt his high come, cumming inside of you, causing you both to moan. He continued to thrust inside of you, trying to cum down from his high as well as bring you down. 

You didn’t let him take his cock out of your sopping pussy, instead continuing to cockwarm him and curling up into his chest, the cool air barely affecting either of you. Before you could even begin to move to get out of his grasp, he began to thrust into you again. 

“Who said we were going to stop now? You promised me one time, but you never said how long that one time was going to be” He grinned, sticking out his tongue slightly before thrusting back into you, his soft cock slowly getting harder.

[zillisrecipes]

Exploring the Aromatic World of Indian Masalas and Powders

Spices have always played a pivotal role in the culinary world, transforming ordinary dishes into extraordinary gastronomic experiences. Among the rich tapestry of flavors that Indian cuisine offers, there's a treasure trove of masalas and powders, each contributing its unique charm to the dishes they grace. In this blog, we embark on a flavorful journey, delving into the secrets of garam masala, chai masala, Bombay sandwich masala, onion powder, garlic powder, lemon powder, tamarind powder, and Jhal Muri Masala. Get ready to tantalize your taste buds as we explore the world of these aromatic wonders.

Garam Masala: The Heart of Indian Cuisine

Garam masala is the heartbeat of Indian cooking. Its name literally translates to "hot spice," but don't let that mislead you. Garam masala is not about heat; it's about warmth and complexity. This spice blend typically includes cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, black peppercorns, and bay leaves. Each region in India has its unique garam masala blend, and it's often used as a finishing touch, adding depth and aroma to dishes like biryani and butter chicken.

Chai Masala: Spicing Up Your Cup of Tea

When you think of masalas, you might picture savory dishes, but in India, masalas are not confined to food alone. Chai masala is a blend of spices used to make the iconic Indian spiced tea, or chai. The blend typically includes ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, and black pepper. A dash of chai masala transforms a simple cup of tea into a fragrant, comforting elixir that warms both body and soul.

Bombay Sandwich Masala: Elevating Street Food

Street food is an integral part of Indian cuisine, and the Bombay sandwich is a prime example of this culinary tradition. Bombay sandwich masala is the secret behind the explosion of flavors in this delectable snack. It often contains cumin, coriander, amchur (dried mango) powder, and a hint of chili. Sprinkled generously over the sandwich, it elevates the humble ingredients to a taste sensation that's hard to resist.

Onion Powder: The Versatile Kitchen Companion

Onion powder is a versatile kitchen essential that adds depth and flavor to a wide range of dishes. It's essentially dehydrated, ground onions that bring an oniony punch without the texture of fresh onions. Whether you're making a marinade, soup, or seasoning meat, onion powder is your go-to for imparting that sweet, savory, and slightly pungent flavor.

Garlic Powder: A Flavor-Packed Pantry Staple

Garlic powder is another must-have spice in your kitchen arsenal. It offers the distinctive, pungent flavor of garlic but in a convenient powdered form. It's ideal for seasoning dishes where you want that garlic kick without the texture of minced or chopped garlic. From pasta sauces to roasted vegetables, garlic powder is a versatile flavor enhancer.

Lemon Powder: Zest Up Your Dishes

Lemon powder is a lesser-known but fantastic seasoning that brings the zesty brightness of lemons to your recipes. It's essentially dehydrated lemon zest and juice, offering a concentrated burst of citrus flavor. Lemon powder is a game-changer in dishes like marinades, salad dressings, and even baked goods where you want a hint of tangy freshness.

Tamarind Powder: The Tangy Delight

Tamarind powder is a tangy delight that's widely used in Indian, Thai, and Mexican cuisines. It's made from the pulp of tamarind fruit and is known for its sour, sweet, and slightly fruity flavor. Tamarind powder is a key ingredient in dishes like pad Thai, chutneys, and various Indian curries, adding a unique depth of flavor.

Jhal Muri Masala: The Flavors of Bengal

Jhal Muri masala is a taste of Bengal, known for its vibrant street food culture. This masala typically includes mustard oil, green chilies, mustard seeds, and a dash of tamarind powder. When sprinkled over puffed rice, vegetables, and a medley of spices, it creates a tantalizing snack known as Jhal Muri. It's spicy, tangy, and a burst of flavors in every bite.

The world of Indian masalas and powders is a testament to the country's rich culinary heritage. From the warmth of garam masala to the zing of chai masala, the versatility of onion and garlic powder, and the tangy delights of lemon and tamarind powder, these spices and blends hold the power to transform ordinary dishes into extraordinary culinary experiences. And let's not forget the unique flavors of Bombay sandwich masala and Jhal Muri masala, which bring the streets of India to your plate.

So, the next time you step into your kitchen, don't hesitate to experiment with these aromatic wonders. Whether you're whipping up a classic Indian curry or simply spicing up your daily cup of tea, these masalas and powders will add depth, complexity, and a touch of magic to your culinary creations. Embrace the flavors of India and savor the delicious journey they promise to take you on.

[lgcjisoo]

XANDER: OFF THE RUNWAY ⇀ EPISODE 012

it amuses him how jisoo hasn't thought of doing anything related to food on his channel before. he didn't want to overlap too much with the others who might have done mukbang related or food related channels, but it wasn't going to be a regular occurrence. and of course, while he hates that he couldn't get his mother to be the teacher on the show as a guest, he would rather not disclose anything too private from their home life and her location for his family's safety so he'd much rather keep them out of the public eye.

in which, he finds himself at a hole in the wall restaurant, one where he's rather good friends with the owner, so they allowed him the chance to have a behind the scenes shot at the cookery and teaching him how to cook some of the easier meals. the restaurant specializes in gopchang but he's not necessarily keen on eating that, so they compromise on making the basics instead, and showing snippets of each area without revealing the chef's secrets.

"this place is known for their gopchang! it's been a trending food lately, and i am sure it tastes good. we'll try a bit later in the soup, but since the gopchang is already cleaned and prepared, and only needs to be cooked, we'll show more of how to make the broth and assemble the bowl instead. i hope that doesn't disappoint you but, most of us don't readily buy gopchang to eat... or do you? is that a thing nowadays?" jisoo will admit, he's gotten better at interacting with the camera crew and staff in comparison to his first few episodes. he's quite proud of it, but they're not on episode 12 for no reason, with some scrapped episodes that never even made it to the channel. the restaurant staff clarifies that it is possible to cook at home, but it can be difficult because it's easy to cook it wrong, which makes people say that it's different at home in comparison to a restaurant. "the important thing is to clean it properly, but also cooking it properly. so a lot can go wrong. which is why i am in their capable hands... but let me stop talking and we'll show you a bit of some that are in the middle of being boiled, having already been cleaned. look, there's a lot of ginger in there. i think this is actually a necessary step."

"oh no, apparently while that is cleaning,i am going to have to start with the vegetables so we can compile all of the ingredients for the soup. you're going to see how badly i cook onion. hopefully i don't tear up, but if i still look good while tearing up, maybe i can make that an angle for an audition... i'm kidding, but if you see me in a show again, maybe i am not..."

[bisoubisourestaurant]

The Mother Sauces Of French Cuisine You Should Know About

Are you a food explorer by any chance? Do you like to taste new dishes at any point in time and charm your mood in the finest manner possible? Whether it is your obsession or not, you should try out the famous French dishes. French cuisine is something that everyone wishes to experience because it is filled with lots of love and spice. But it may not always be the spice that is meant to make your tongue red; it can be the spice of love you have been looking for these days. To experience the dishes and remain in a different world for a long time, you need to get to the best restaurant offering French cuisine in Brisbane.

But before you invest in it and make your evening or night worth it, consider learning about the mother sauces of this cuisine that add extra taste and elegance to the dishes. Look below now.

Bechamel

Bechamel is made by thickening hot milk with a simple white roux that is often flavoured with cloves, onion, and nutmeg. It is considered one of the main bases that is used in a wide range of recipes that are mainly cream and cheese-based.

Tomato

The classic tomato sauce that is the secret behind the alluring taste of popular French dishes is traditionally thickened with roux. This sauce is mainly used in soups, pasta, and stews. So, if you want to taste the beauty, you should order these three dishes after checking into a famous French restaurant near you.

Veloute

The veloute sauce is made with a combination of thickened white stock and a roux. It is the typical French White Wine Sauce that you want to experience. If you are now excited to do so, consider checking into the best French dining in Brisbane.

These are the mother sauces that make French dishes popular and extremely special. These are the secrets behind the outstanding dishes that a popular French restaurant can serve you. So, if you want to get started with the exploration of this cuisine, connect with the best company now that can help you gain access to the finest French bistro or restaurant near you.

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | Shupe Event 2022 | Avatars

Stories behind the avatar bundles:

"Shupe big and strong! Cutsy friends small and so-so soft. Shupe want soft friends protect from bad umans and ungry monsters. Shupe take them on his journey and pet them all day! Shupe veeery very gentle with softy friends! Shupe love them!"

"Shupe walk in forest, Shupe see scary many-leggy monsters! Shupe jump and go: aaaah! Ground shaky-shake much! Many-leggy monsters run away. And Shupe remember mama say: Shupe scared, yes, but many-leggy monster scared more! So Shupe make friends instead!"

  "Shupe go hit caves with snow troll buddy. He good buddy. We make rock band. He all night sing. Shupe drum. Babes dance! They smoking hot. Shupe like one, but she with friend. Snow troll take friend for a spin. He best wing troll."

"When Shupe small Shupe’s mama work very hard. Bridge over river care take. So Shupe with Auntie stay lots of days. Auntie make yummy-yum elf and onion soup. Yummiest! Why Auntie’s soup so good? Because of special ingredient, very, very secret… Want know? It love! …and healthy elves, of course. Sick elves for stomach bad. Uman remember this when uman make own elf soup, okay?"

[the-lightning-mage]

Sebastian’s Cooking Lesson

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Rating: G

Relationship: F/M Female Hawke/Sebastian Vael

Tags: Cooking, Cooking Lessons, Fluff, Flirting, Rivalmance!Sebastian (kinda), Pining, Mutual Pining

Summary: Hawke teaches Sebastian how to cook, and figures a stock is a good place to start

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sebastian asked as he followed Hawke into the Estate’s kitchen. 

“We’re going to make soup. Unless someone falls into the fire, we should be fine. Besides, if we can’t be trusted with kitchen knives, who can be?” Hawke said, trying to reassure him. She wasn’t fully convinced, though. Even though she was a decent cook, if things were to go wrong for someone while cooking it would be her. Especially, when she was doing it to spend time with a man who she had not so secret feelings for. Luck never really seemed to favor her after all

“If you are sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Chicken stock. We finally ran out of soup, so I’m going to start a new one. An actual soup won’t be ready till this evening, so sadly it will be a while until we can taste the fruit of our labors.”

“How long does it take to make soup? It can’t be that long, can it?”

“Hm? Oh, it can only take half an hour to three hours for soup , but stock can take up to eight hours to make sure that it’s got all the flavor it needs.”

“That… is a very long time,” he said more to himself than to her. He didn’t sound nearly as surprised as she would have guessed, but she guessed that chantry life had done him some good.

“It’s worth it, though. Now, ready to get to work?” she asked.

He grinned at her in that way that made her heart skip a beat, and said, “I am ready if you are.”

“Okay, so first things first, we have to light the hearth,” she said as she gestured to the large hearth at the other end of the room, “And gather the ingredients. The cauldron already has water in it, because Bodahn insisted on Sandal doing it for us. I’ll work on lighting the fire while you find three carrots, three celery ribs, salt, peppercorns, three onions, parsley, and garlic.”

“You’re not going to make me do everything?”

“I’ve seen you try to start a fire. While you could definitely use the practice, I really want to avoid having to go to Anders to beg him for help because one of us got injured. Avoiding burning down the estate is also nice.”

“Understood,” he chuckled, and left to find the things she had listed. While he did that, Hawke walked over to the hearth. She reached for a small wicker basket that sat atop the mantle. Inside was a small knife, and a piece of flint that she used to start the fire. She poked the logs with a fire poker as she waited for the small flames to consume the logs. She looked over her shoulder at Sebastian, who had his arms filled with vegetables. He looked so focused on the task, and she felt her heart soften a little. He was out of his armor for a change, and was just wearing the coat and trousers he usually wore underneath, making the scene look even more domestic. She looked back at the fire before the longing for this to be more than just a lesson overtook her.

Once she was satisfied with the fire, she turned around and walked over to the large tables that took up most of the room. All of the vegetables had been set on the table closest to Sebastian. Meanwhile, he was still looking for the salt, parsley, and peppercorns. The garlic wasn’t on the table, but it was still hanging from the ceiling in braids. 

“Need help?” she asked, “Bodahn’s organization can get a bit confusing sometimes.”

“If you don’t mind,” he replied with a small smile.

“While I do this, can you grab two heads of garlic from a braid?”

“Of course.”

She found the salt, peppercorns, and parsley on a shelf towards the entrance of the kitchen. All three of items had wound up behind various pots and utensils, so she didn’t blame Sebastian for not being able to find them. When she turned back to him, she pretended to not notice the way he looked away so he could pretend he hadn’t been staring at her, or the way his cheeks and ears started to blush. She wished she didn’t have to pretend to not notice.

“Alright,” she said as she set what she was carrying down, “Bodahn already set out the knives and that basket on the table has the bones in them, so no need to go looking for them. I’m going to show you how to cut each vegetable first, and then I want you to copy what I do. Okay?”

“Are we not going to put the bones in yet?”

“Not yet. I’m going to wait until all the vegetables are ready.”

“Do you have to do that?” he asked. On any other day she would have thought that question was sarcastic or rhetorical, but it was out of such a genuine want to learn that she felt that fond feeling creeping back in.

“I don’t know. It’s just how my parents always did it,” she said. That killed that warm feeling right off, but she pushed through it. She grabbed one of the carrots, “Anyway, I’m going to start with the carrots. First, I cut off the stems as closely as I can.” She then proceeded to do that before adding, “Then, I cut the carrots into about inch sized pieces.” 

She cut the carrots into roughly equal pieces, before handing the knife over to Sebastian. She watched as he cut up the remaining carrots with ease. If anything, his pieces looked a little neater than the others. She wasn’t surprised by any means. Cutting up vegetables like that was one of the easiest things that could be done in the kitchen. It just made her feel a weird sense of pride to watch him like that. 

“Did I do it right?” he asked when he finished.

“Almost perfectly,” she replied, trying to sound more cheery than fond, but she knew some of it slipped through, “Now, set a side the carrot tops. Those will be used for compost. You’re going to do the exact same thing with the celery, but we’re going to save the celery tops, and use them.”

He then worked on cutting up the celery. This time she noticed that he was definitely blushing under her gaze, which in return made her blush. She kept her eyes glued to his hands on the off chance he glanced her way. Thankfully, the final motion of the knife cutting through the celery cut the tension too. 

“Now what do we do?” he asked, and she would have sworn that his voice sounded softer.

“Now, um, you’ll set the knife down, and hand me an onion.”

“Here you are,” he said as he handed her the onion.

She felt her cheeks heat up more as their fingers brushed against each other, but she ignored it, “First thing we do with the onion is take off the outer layer of skin. Basically, you keep going until there are no more dry patches on the outside.” She then proceeded to rip the outer layer of the onion away before picking up the knife again, “Then we cut it in half.” She did, and set one half aside, “Finally we cut the halves into quarters.” She then cut the half she was holding into four pieces, and did the same to the other half. She then set the knife down, “Now it’s your turn.”

He got the first layer off easily enough, but he struggled to hold the onion in a way that he was comfortable with. It got to the point where the onion rolled right out of his hand.

“Do you need help?” she asked.

“If you don’t mind,” he replied, sounding surprisingly not frustrated. There was the hint of a smile, or a smirk on his face, but she blamed the lighting.

She grabbed the onion again, and handed it to him. She leaned into his personal space so she could lay her hands on top of his. She positioned his left hand just right, and guided the knife through the onion. It hit the wood with a satisfying thunk , but she found herself hesitant to move away.

“It should be easier now,” she said, but her voice came out as barely more than a whisper. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and could smell the beeswax and rose oil he used to style his hair.”

“Are you sure? I’d rather not accidentally cut myself.”

That made her turn her head to look at him, and narrow her eyes despite the flustered feeling in her belly. There was definitely something more in his expression.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want to have to get healed by Anders today,” he said innocently.

“I- alright. If you insist,” she said, and turned her head back to their joined hands so he couldn’t see her flaming cheeks. She helped him cut through the onion into the appropriate pieces. She stepped away almost unwillingly once they were done. She missed the heat of his body next to hers, and the slight frown on his face wasn’t helping matters. Still, they had work to do.

She cleared her throat, “Okay, the only thing left to prepare is the garlic, and we don’t need the knife for this. All we’re going to do is get the cloves out, and smash them once with our fists to help the oils get out and into the water.”

She grabbed one of the heads of garlic, and proceeded to separate a single clove, and smash it once with the side of her fist. She then handed him the garlic, and let him go at it. When it came to smashing the clove a wide grin spread across his face, and he started laughing to himself.

“What?” she asked.

“It just feels a little ridiculous.”

“I know it does, but it’s how you do it. I loved doing this part as a child.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

She rolled her eyes at him, but couldn’t help but smile, “Just do it.”

“Yes, Serah,” he replied. It took a bit, but he got the garlic ready.

“Aright, now that everything is done, we’re going to put everything in,” she explained as she reached over and grabbed the basket that had the bones in them, “Put all the vegetables we prepared in this basket, and then hold it for me.”

He did as he was told as she gather the salt, peppercorns, and parsley. Then, she lead him over to the pot that was now boiling, “Pour everything in.”

“All at once?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, and poured the contents of the basket into the bubbling water.

“Now, I’m going to add the salt,” she said pouring a few pinches worth in, “and the peppercorns,” she then added half of the small bowl’s worth in, “And finally one bunch of parsley,” she then threw the parsley in.

“Now?” he asked.

“Now, I need to clean that knife, and then we wait.”

“For eight hours?”

“For eight hours.”

He thought for a moment, and he got that look again, “Perhaps I could use this time to teach you something.”

“Oh? Like what? Archery?”

“Dancing.”

“D-dancing?” she repeated, taken aback.

“You never know when you’ll attend a real party, or even a ball without any ulterior motives. Even if you do, it could help you keep your cover up.”

He wasn’t wrong, or at least he wasn’t wrong about the cover part, and she didn’t know how to dance. She also really liked the idea of dancing with him, and they both knew she had no one else who would teach her that she felt comfortable with.

“Well, I can think of worse ways to pass the time, so I’ll take you up on your offer. You should know, though, that I have two left feet,” she said, hoping that her humor would cover how off-guard he had caught her.

“I think I can manage,” he chuckled as he led her out of the kitchen. She barely remembered to put the salt and peppercorns down as they went, and the knife was left abandoned on the table.