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foxilayde · 6 months

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Taking a break from Thanksgiving thots to ask how you envision OTTR Leto meeting reader?? I haven’t given it much thought before this moment and now I’m desperate to hear your thoughts on the beginning of their relationship

I think about this one all the time.

You met Leto in Venice. Ocean Front Walk Venice, CA.

It gets hot in the Valley.

So hot that when you’re getting off your shift one blazing afternoon in downtown Los Angeles, the prospect of sitting in dead stop traffic on the 60 to Jurupa Valley, in your busted Honda Civic, only to go home to a stifling house with no AC…. Is anything but appealing.

So you do something unexpected. You are going to cool down, and you’re going to treat yourself while you do it. You’re going to pretend your life is ab-fab (absolutely fabulous) if only for one evening.

You take off from the parking lot of your job and instead of heading east, you go west. You stop at Neiman Marcus and you buy a dress. One that is too expensive to actually keep. So you wear it out and tuck the tags with every intention to return the next day. The dress looks amazing tho, it’ll be a shame to say farewell. It’s a classy little black cocktail thing that goes well with your plain black work shoes.

You get a little touch-up at the makeup counter to refresh your lipstick and spray on some Diptyque, and you head back to your car. You google, “open houses ocean view near me” and you take off to the coast.

You park your car a few blocks away from the listing. If the agent sees that heap, they probably won’t let you step inside. I mean this house is listed for nearly 15 million dollars. You shouldn’t even be walking down this block. You feel almost guilty for parking anywhere near this neighborhood.

There’s about 5 or six other people in the house looking around. The agent smiles at you and hands you a brochure when you enter. A glossy embossed thing listing the amenities as well as her contact information. You feel a little overdressed. The men are in tommy Bahama shirts and the women are in Lulu Lemon leggings.

You get a glass of free champagne and you help yourself to the charcuterie tray, looking around the house with appraising eyes, trying to nod your head at the bannisters and balconies like “hmm yes, maybe this will do.” Truthfully the house is beyond gorgeous. It’s ocean adjacent and has it’s own deck, pool, hot tub rooftop lounge, bedroom balcony… the kitchen is a thing of ART. The whole open concept and glass everything makes you feel so utterly out of place.

But its not like buying it was ever in the cards or the intention. the AC works, that’s all you care about, and you step outside the living room patio balcony, the ocean breeze hits your face in the most cooling fantastic sort of way. You audibly sigh and close your eyes breathing in the air. A voice from behind you startles you.

“Refreshing, isn’t it?” You nearly drop your glass, surprised by the man’s proximity.

God. He is handsome. Slick backed hair, mirrored aviators, a thousand watt smile, movie star jaw, and a dark navy suit cut, sewn, and ironed by Giorgio Armani himself. He looks like a magazine advert for Ray Bans. Now this, this is the type of man who buys a 15 million dollar home. Not you. The way he’s smiling at you now seems like… like joke or something. Like he’s laughing at you. He can smell the Honda Civic on you, can clock your shoes as Margiela knock-offs… heat creeps up your face despite the cooling breeze.

You look down at the floor and smile politely. “Excuse me” you mutter and go inside to investigate another part of the house.

You run into him again in the closet. Literally, you bump into him in the grand walk in. He’s probably going to need a closet this big for his collection of fine Italian sartorials. “Sorry” you mumble, ducking out. God he smells good.

You head back down to the kitchen to grab more cheese and crackers. Another bonus of open house crashing along with the free AC and free sparkling wine. Free food.

You’re midway through shoving another Brie covered cracker into your mouth when you see him again, in the kitchen, examining something attached to the marble countertop. His glasses are hanging from the center of his undone silk shirt. Those eyes.

You cover your cracker-full mouth and gulp. He’s so fucking cute furrowing his brow at the contraption and he spins the lever of it with one hand and smiles. He looks up at you.

“Pasta maker.” He points to it before shoving his hand back in his pocket. “You ever use one like this? It’s old school.”

You shake your head, still swallowing cracker.

“Wonder if it comes with the house…” He muses, looking up at the recessed lighting. He points up. “They all come with this now, you notice that?”

You shake your head again.

He tsks and continues, “Can’t stand it. I like something softer, y’know. These are harsh. You get up at 3 in the morning to get a glass of water and you want to kill yourself.”

You shrug and take a sip of sparkling wine. You wish you could talk to him but you can’t. You can feel yourself on the verge of saying something fucking stupid and it’s best to just not speak at all. So you look up at the recessed lighting with a curious face, trying to see the harshness, as he put it.

“Something hanging, like right over here,” he indicates over the island. “Something with yellow light. Soft, capiche?”

You smile at the word. It makes you more comfortable for some reason. “What? Like the Tiffany lampshades in the pool hall?” You offer with a smile.

He grins the most dazzling smile at you, stepping a foot closer and nodding. “Not exactly what I had in mind, but keep talking.”

“I was thinking more Venini myself.” You offer, taking another sip. He nods at you with appreciation.

“Tasteful. And soft. I’m listening.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling at this point and you take a few steps to the living room gesturing near the sofa.

“An Arco floor lamp in the corner right here.” You submit to him, looking back over your shoulder with a wink. He chuckles.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“And for the foyer,” you stride over to the front entrance, “A Sputnik. Right in the middle.”

“Gold or silver?” He asks.

“Bronze of course.” You reply with an affected air.

“How silly of me, dear.” He puts his hand over his heart.

The real estate agent makes a remark on what a gorgeous couple you are and how you just “fit the house”.

You start to protest but the man puts his arm around your shoulders and thanks the agent saying, “whatever baby wants, baby gets.” Winking at the woman and KISSING the side of your head. Which makes your face turn hot instantly.

He is… good at playing along, isn’t he. Well isn’t that what you were doing already? cosplaying as someone who could afford the house, and now you’re cosplaying a couple with this man whom you don’t even know the name of? Jesus—Just go with it, you suppose. Enjoy the pretending before you have to go back to the heat of Jurupa Valley…

“Now what about the dining room?” He asks into your ear in a deep voice, arm still over your shoulder.

“Hmmm,” You’re slowly running out of lamp styles, but you can’t let on. “How do you feel about Venetian glass, darling?”

“Inspired. Really,” he squints his eyes at the recessed lighting over the dining table. “We are in Venice after all.” He laughs with a toothy smile. “You have fine taste…” he leads.

You give him your name. He repeats it before telling you his. “Leto”

“I should have known you would have fine taste by the dress you’re wearing.” He compliments, picking up a glass of sparkling wine on the marble counter and gesturing your dress up and down.

“Thank you.” You blush. It’s not even yours. It’s on loan. You’re returning it tomorrow and you feel like a fraud.

Leto bites his bottom lip in contemplation then takes a step towards you, his hand making its way towards the nape of your neck with stern concentration on his lips. Oh fuck he’s about to kiss you. You make the split second decision to let him, closing your eyes gently, puckering your lips, holding your breath, and leaning in slightly.

But he doesn’t kiss you. You feel the slide of glossy paper down the back of your neck and the settling of it under your dress. He was tucking in the price tag of the dress for you. Jesus fucking Christ. You step back, embarrassed. He pats your arm. You cover your your brow, feeling your face get hot once again. So much for searching for that cool breeze by the coast!

Leto chuckles pleasantly. “Hey, hey, don’t be embarrassed. Happens to the best of us.”

God he’s probably giving you the benefit of the doubt. Probably thinks you just have so many new designer dresses that you innocently forgot to take the tag off… but if he had, would he have tucked it back in like he did? Or would he have just plucked it off?

“You like the house?” He asks, still jovial like the most embarrassing thing in the world didn’t just happen to you 5 seconds ago.

“It’s amazing. Perfect, really. The location, the style. It’s a dream. I have always wanted to live in Venice… the energy here is unbelievable.” You look around at the pristine grandiosity. The sun is close to setting now over the ocean and you sigh wistfully at the stunning view. “Whoever gets it is a lucky duck, I’ll tell you that.” You say, cheersing the sun itself before knocking back a sip of wine.

Leto watches you watch the lapping waves. “Let me buy it for you?”

You nearly choke on your drink. “Leto?! The house??”

Leto nearly doubles over in laughter, holding up his hand in apology, “No. No. I’m sorry, I— I meant the dress.”

Your face goes hot again. He knows! He knows you’re planning on returning it. Shit, he probably saw you pull up in your Civic!

“Please let me buy it for you. It suits you perfectly and it’d be a shame for anyone else to own it.” His eyes are so soft and kind and pretty and you almost want to cry.

“I… I can’t let you do that. It’s already on my card. I promise I won’t return it though, after that compliment, how could I?”

Leto nods. “At least let me take you out to dinner? Give you an excuse to show it off?”

Your heart nearly sinks. He’s probably the type to insist on picking you up. And he’s going to, what? Drive to the IE to do that?

“I live kind of far away…” you trail off, cringing slightly.

“I can send a car for you.”

“Leto, No, I—“

“Do you live father than a car ride? I can send a plane for you if you’d prefer?”

You laugh, but the returning stare isn’t a joking one. He’s fucking serious.

“I promise I won’t try anything funny. I just… want to pick your brain for more design ideas.” He grins and scratches the back of his neck, “It doesn’t have to be a date. Could be a business dinner? You would be my consultant…”

“Oh really? Consultant?” You cringe.

“Or it can be a date. A proper one. The best meal of your life. The Barber of Seville at the LA Operahouse, dancing, desert, a starlit walk on the beach outside my brand new house.” He grins. God what a fantastic smile.

“Sound like a 5 hour date.” You assess.

“What? You want longer? Because I will have a hot tub by the time this date rolls around and that can add up to 2 hours.”

“Two hours? Ambitious.”

“Agreed. But if done properly…” he winks and hands you a business card with his number on it. “Just think about it. I’ll be around.” He takes a deep breath, surveying the house and you, “I could stay and play house with you all day but I have a sudden urge to get ahold of my broker.” He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Nice meeting you Leto… Atreides.” You read off of his card.

“The pleasure was mine, gorgeous.”

Once he leaves, you have to go out to the balcony again for a breath of fresh air.

#oh my god this completely got away from me #but i literally have been thinking about the meet cute for like a year and a half no joke #Leto Atreides x you #Scout tag

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mochilatae · 4 months

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Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is.

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP

AUs: None

Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to.

Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment.

Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun.

A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt.

For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface.

You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.

“Contemplating life or flavors?”

You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.

“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.

A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle.

The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense.

The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier.

You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty.

Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line.

He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.

“Good flavor. You like it too?”

You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.

Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.”

One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.

He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.

“Up there? Not your go-to?”

In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy. Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities.

But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach.

Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.

Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.

“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.

“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face.

A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.

“Is it that obvious?”

You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you.

If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store.

“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.

“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it.

“Yes and No.”

“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”

“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.

His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked.

“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting.

“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm.

You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire.

That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was.

“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either.

“Yeah?” You returned a smile.

“Mmhm. What’s your name?”

You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes.

“Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”

Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed.

“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that.

Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.”

Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.

Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants.

“You hiked up here then?”

Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed.

“Yeah.”

Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed.

“...That’s mine.”

He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.

“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet.

You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those.

He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill.

Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger.

“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest.

Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke.

“I wanted to. Be careful out there.”

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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store.

Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.

Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps.

As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait.

You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.

It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside.

“Y/n?” A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.

You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front.

Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed.

His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway.

As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.

“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow.

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.”

An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow.

“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt.

“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.”

“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome.

“Yeah.” You agreed.

You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down.

“You should walk down there with me.”

You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater.

“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate.

Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.

However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later.

As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.

You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot.

“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.

You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town.

“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking.

“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”

“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.

“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?”

Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired.

You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.

“...Well.. Where are you going?”

Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.”

“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now.

“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”

“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum.

“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.”

“Thank goodness.”

Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.

You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again.

“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?”

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.

As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.

Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.

“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.

“I can take care of that.”

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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window.

Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through.

This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing.

Even if assumptions weren’t fair.

You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums.

You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera.

Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real.

It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.

...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile.

A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store.

Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom.

A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled.

Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points.

You blinked away the stun and smiled back.

“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch.

You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds.

Lord knows how your friend would take it.

“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way.

“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?”

God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually.

“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.”

Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat.

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.”

“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded.

“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.”

Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged.

“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—”

“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.”

“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you.

“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.”

“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?”

“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.”

You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too.

“I wonder why..” You sighed.

After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”

He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place.

“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals.

“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.”

“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.

Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.”

What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet.

Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten.

The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this.

“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.”

When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples.

“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.

Namjoon took it well.

“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..”

It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare.

“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?”

You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light.

“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.”

Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life.

“And if I said it was something intimate?”

He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along.

“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?”

Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble.

“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank.

“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.”

“Yeah?”

Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.

“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too.

“Have you ever done it here?”

“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.

“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.

“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.”

“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more.

“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?”

You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.

“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed.

“Want to remedy that?”

Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much.

“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea.

“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.

Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce.

You cut him off. “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.”

It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist.

He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed.

Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do.

Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window.

As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress.

“Let go.” He whispered.

You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby.

Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.

“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes.

Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were.

Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose.

In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you.

“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel.

“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound.

You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit.

Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then.

It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick.

But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook.

“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?”

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle.

He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.

A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall.

But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess.

When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.

It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you.

When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you.

Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent.

You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped.

“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.

You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head.

He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in.

It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.

Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”

Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you.

The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience.

With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.

“..Inside or…o..out..”

No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know.

“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.

When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given.

“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing.

“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze.

Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back.

“Worth the wait?”

You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done.

There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation.

“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs.

“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again.

“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin.

“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?”

“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.”

“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place.

“We should try it out.”

“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.”

“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there.

“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him.

You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way.

He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly.

“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.”

You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?”

“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report.

“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub.

Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship.

You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up.

When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony.

“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”

“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like?

You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power.

“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.”

“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.”

“Would love to see it.”

“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.”

“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.”

Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly.

“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”

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cardinalcheerio · 6 months

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The Bats and what type of cracker(brands) they are:

Dick: Zoo animal crackers with all the frosting and sprinkles on them.

Jason: Saltines (obsessively. Like only eats those. Like me)

Tim: Biscoffs dipped in coffee (airplane cookie cracker things. They count cause I say they do)

Steph: Ritz with the spray can cheese on the top.

Cass: Rainbow Goldfish.

Duke: Cheeze-Itz

Damian: Animal Crackers

Bruce: Triscut. No explanation.

Alfred: Club Crackers (fancy lookin ones)

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tak3nx4w4y · 11 days

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vegan agere meals/snacks

i know a lot of little space content centered around childish meals centers around things like cheese and crackers, and chicken nuggets, so i thought for the vegan regressors in the little community i would make a list of snacks us regressors can have!!!

!! if youre too small to cut/cook things by yourself, get your cg to help !!

small snacks!

chopped fruit! chop up fruit into little cubes and put it in a little bowl, eat that with a baby fork!

carrot fries! cut carrots into small strips and roll them in seasoning (my fav is fry seasoning salt), and then air fry them with a little bit of cooking spray!

potato chips! most potato chips r vegan, and my fav r the hardbite brand but a little bowl of chips is always a good snack!

meals!

peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! you can chop them into any kinds of shapes that you like!

ramen noodles! have the kind with artificial beef or chicken flavours instead of actual meat products! this can be a cool replacement for mac and cheese type meals!

tomato soup! a warm bowl of soup is always good for sleepy littles!

desserts!

gummies! have a little bowl of things like sour patch kids!!!

dairy-free ice cream! put a few scoops in a little bowl, make sure you have napkins on hand in case it gets messy!

sugary cereal! cereals like cinnamon toast crunch make a really nice sweet treat!

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 6 months

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Tomato Basil (Lilia x GN!Reader)

Note: Reader is an adult for obvious reasons

“This looks like a good spot!” Lilia stopped a short several feet from the shoreline, just where you could feel the sea spray whisp across your skin. It was quite refreshing. The sunset backdrop was equally perfect, the stars just starting to peek out over the horizon. With a flourish, Lilia laid out the large, soft blanket he’d been carrying. He tilted his head up to eye you as he asked, “Which side would you like?”

“Any is fine,” you replied with a smile. “I’m not picky.”

“Then let’s sit facing the sunset,” Lilia suggested. “Watching the sun sink below the sea’s edge is always a pretty sight.”

That was, indeed, a nice idea. You sat on the right side of the blanket and Lilia sat on the left. You placed the wicker picnic basket you’d been holding in front of you both and opened the top. Inside were wheat crackers, various types of cheese, multiple sliced veggies, small fruits, two little plates, and a few utensils. Beside the basket now sat a mini cooler, which had been another object Lilia toted out to the beach. Within were two thermoses, one filled with tomato juice and the other filled with [drink of choice]; there was also a small box of popsicles. You and Lilia had quite the spread before you.

“I hate that Silver couldn’t come with us,” you lamented as you helped Lilia unload the plates and utensils from the basket. “Malleus and Sebek, too. They seemed so excited.”

“I know, it is a shame. Malleus was looking forward to doing some mundane activities.” Lilia glanced over and gave you a reassuring smile. “But worry not! We have another week of our school trip - plenty of time to picnic again.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Maybe this will teach Malleus not to eat so much ice cream in one sitting.”

Ah, yes, the thing that prevented Malleus from coming: A stomachache. One of the worst he’d ever experienced, apparently. The last time you saw him, the prince was curled up in his king sized bed, blankets wrapped around him so thoroughly only his horns peeked above the surface. His dead silence was only interrupted by a painful grunt every now and again. According to Lilia, that was the calmest Malleus had ever been about such an ailment. Truly, the prince had grown much since his tantrum-having childhood. Lilia commented to you on your way down to the beach that he was quite relieved about that.

As for Sebek and Silver, the two were also back at the hotel. Sebek was adamant on remaining at Malleus’s side - to be at his beck and call throughout the entire ordeal. Silver, on the other hand, was sound asleep in Lilia’s bed. He’d attempted to stay up along with Sebek; unfortunately for Silver, his narcolepsy won out. It was cute how Lilia tucked him into bed, brushed his hair behind his ear and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, before you both set out. Silver looked so peaceful then…hopefully Sebek would spare him a lecture when he woke.

“But let’s not fret about that now,” Lilia said, knocking you out of your thoughts. “I’m starved! Let’s dig into our snacks, shall we?”

Lilia didn’t seem too worried about the boys. He was the one that raised them (in Sebek’s case, at least in part) - if he thought they would be alright by themselves, you shouldn’t worry either. So, with a smile and a nod, you, too, began to sort through the food. You put your thermos next to you before filling your plate. Of course, you were not surprised when Lilia placed a near whole tomato on his plate. “You really do like tomatoes, huh?” you mused.

“They are quite refreshing,” Lilia concurred. “I could eat an entire bag if I were particularly famished.” He let out a small laugh. “You should have seen the look on Kalim’s face the first time he saw me bite into one, like you would an apple. He was flabbergasted! I don’t think he’s ever seen anyone do that - nor Cater, for that matter.”

“It isn’t a very common thing to do. I would have been just as surprised if I saw you do that.”

“What’s life without a little surprise - a little oddness?” Lilia laid a few red cherries next to his tomato slices. “I find both most entertaining.”

As you began to eat your own food, you examined Lilia’s own spread. You saw almost nothing but red: Red apple slices, red tomato slices, red cherries, little red grapes. Your brows furrowed as you observed this pattern. Lilia noticed and teased you with, “Now, what has you ogling my plate so?” He tittered as he continued with, “Do you think I eat too much for my age?~”

“No, not at all!” you earnestly denied. “It’s just that, well…you seem to eat red foods more than other colored foods.”

“Do I?” Though Lilia feigned innocence, you had a feeling he already knew that. “Well, red is my favorite color. While every shade catches my eye, deeper hues - like crimson and rouge - hold a bit more favoritism.” He shrugged, “I suppose it’s just a subconscious habit of mine, being drawn to foods and other things that are red.”

Yeah, you guessed that made sense. It wasn’t your intention to, your eyes focused in on his fangs as he bit into a cracker, stacked with cheese and tomatoes. They disappeared from view as he closed his mouth to chew; the fae hummed in delight as the many flavors melted on his tongue. A silly little idea came into your mind - you tried your best to stifle your giggle. As Lilia swallowed his bite, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards along with his eyebrow. “Goodness, laughing now? What’s so funny, hm?”

“It’s nothing, really,” you assured as you tried to calm down the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“No no, now you’ve tickled my curiosity.” Lilia scooted a little closer, crimson eyes narrowed and lips quirked into a smirk. “Come on, let’s hear it.”

For a split second, you wondered if it’d be rude to voice your little imagining aloud. Would he be offended by such a thing? No, likely not. This was Lilia Vanrouge you were talking to. If there was anyone who could take a joke, spin a wild thread, it was him. “I was just thinking how you resembled a vampire.”

“Oh really?” Lilia seemed quite interested in your comparison. He set his half-eaten cracker down on his plate and placed it on the blanket. His full attention was now on you. “Go on.”

“Well, I mean, like you said, you like red a lot. To the point you even eat certain foods,” you gestured to his thermos of tomato juice, “drink certain drinks, that are red. You don’t like sunlight because it tires you out - though I’m not sure why that is.”

“The Valley of Thorns is a particularly shaded continent,” Lilia interjected. “Most of its terrain is covered by thick trees with large canopies. The brightest of days are fairly tame compared to those in other countries. Despite spending most of my life in the military, my eyes have always been a little sensitive to bright light. That, and the only place that is really hot in temperature there are the few volcanoes spotted throughout the land. Other than those ghastly places, it's typically a cool place.”

That made sense. You wondered if Silver, Sebek, and Malleus also had some type of heat intolerance. You’d have to ask that later. “I can see why you’d hate the heat then - and the sun.”

“Well, I don’t hate it. A little warmth and sunlight are nice - just not too much, not too bright.”

“Mm-mm,” you nodded. “Still, that is similar to how a vampire is. You also can summon little bats at will, you can hang upside down-”

“Anyone can hang upside down, [y/n],” Lilia chuckled. “Whether by magic or physical capability, it’s an action anyone can partake in.”

“You want to hear the rest of my answer or not?” you scoffed, though a laugh hid beneath your mild scolding.

Lilia held up his hand in a mock defense. “Goodness, such a temper! Feisty thing, aren’t you?” He let out a little laugh of his own. “Alright, alright, my lips are sealed until you finish.”

You almost expected him to tease you further and begin to speak just as you did. When you silently opened your mouth to test that theory, you were proven wrong. Lilia sat there and uttered not a word; he simply looked at you with a smile, blinking every few seconds. Deciding he was through with his jabs (for now), you continued. “You’re hundreds of years old, despite looking like you’re no older than most of our classmates. You have pale skin, red slitted eyes, and,” you pointed to his mouth, “you have fangs.”

“I most certainly do.” Lilia opened his mouth for a brief moment to showcase the sharp canines. “Almost all fae get a pair. They come in such good handy when biting into things.”

“If I didn’t know better, that would sound ominous,” you joked.

Lilia’s eyes narrowed again - those crimson orbs nearly glowed in the dim light. You hadn’t even noticed the sun had nearly disappeared behind the horizon. “Do you though?” he asked.

You were clearly puzzled, brows furrowed and smile disappearing as you tried to gather what he meant. “Do I what?”

He leaned a little closer to you, to where you could just barely feel his breath ghost over your skin - your lips. “Know better?~”

Lilia’s gaze held yours - you were absolutely mesmerized. Though you never really bothered to look, you now couldn’t help but notice how handsome Lilia was. His looks were rather boyish and youthful, yes, but there was a maturity within his features. The way his voice took a small octave downturn as he spoke those two words…there were no sun rays to blame for the heat that spread to your cheeks.

“Father!”

In quick succession, you and Lilia leaned away from each other and turned your heads in the direction of the voice. There was Silver, dressed in an open tropical shirt (Lilia had gifted it to him the weekend before), chestnut brown shorts, and black sandals. His hair was a little messy, a little out of breath as he approached you two. “I’m sorry for being late! I accidentally fell asleep - again. I shouldn’t have-”

“Silver, it’s alright!” Lilia beckoned Silver to come down - the boy followed without hesitation. As Lilia straightened his son’s hair for the second time that day, he reassured him with a chuckle. “You’ve had a long day; I’d expect a boy of your age to fall asleep after such an adventure. That, and we’re on vacation,” he patted Silver on the head and gave him a cheery smile, “it’s okay to be tardy on vacation.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, Silver.” You gave the man a smile of your own. “You’re not too late, either. We’ve only been here for about…” You looked back at the sea, the sun now fully gone, the moon having taken its place in the sky. “Uh…maybe fifteen minutes?”

“Twenty,” Lilia corrected. He patted the space adjacent to him on the blanket, next to the small cooler. “Come, sit! I brought your favorite popsicles~” Lilia brought the box out of the cooler and shook it to entice Silver further.

Silver finally seemed at ease. He sighed and, with a soft smile of his own, sat down on the blanket. “If I’m really not intruding…”

“Intruding on what?” Lilia glanced in your direction. “[Y/n] and I were just having a fun little conversation about how I resembled a vampire!” He turned his attention back to Silver. “What do you think? Should I start sleeping in a coffin to really send the comparison home?~”

“I don’t think that’d be very comfortable, Father.”

The conversation and atmosphere turned fun and lively, paired with the cozy warm of a fire Silver started a little further into your picnic. It was a truly wonderful time! Though you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering back to that moment between you and Lilia just before Silver appeared. How close he’d been, the way you could see those fangs of his peek out from under his upper lip. How a part of you wished he would have given your bottom lip a nibble…would his lips taste like tomato, perhaps paired with the basil from the crackers? Did he notice the blush that crept up on your cheeks?

You suddenly had the urge to bury your head in the sand.

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mrrwsoup · 3 months

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3 & 13 for dirge, 1 of them or both if you feel like it

3. What do they want done with their body when they die? Do they have a plan?

No real plans...Doesn't really matter to him. Fine with just rotting where he falls and whoever discovers him can deal with it lol! At least these are his thoughts before he gets involved with Mamba.

Before they start living together Dirge is pretty much a recluse who doesn't have any close friends or family, just going around graverobbing and killing time, so theres no motivation for any memorial or anything.

Post-Mamba....still no solid plans honestly lol except since theres someone around so his body wont just be sitting around waiting to be discovered. The extent of his death plan is just offhandedly half-jokingly telling Mamba like. "Just roll my body into a hole in the yard when youre done with it."

That being said Mamba is a few years older than him and a heavier smoker so in the case Mamba died first Dirge might just dig up his grave and climb in with him ...............yayyyy. he's open-minded tho

13. Do they like to snack? What do they snack?

Dirge cant cook like. At all. So he honestly probably snacks more than he has actual meals. (Much moreso Pre-Mamba, Mamba can at least cook basic meals and not burn spaghetti so Dirge gets him to cook for them). He'll eat almost anything but doesn't have a lot of money so its just whatever chips and cookies and stuff is cheap or on sale. No regard for health. Likes slim jims and spray cheese on crackers. Has a sweet tooth so im sure he's into all the different hostess snacks. Honey buns probably his favourite.

#asks #oc asks #answering this very late LOL oops i had it stuffed in my drafts for awhile...#dirge

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low-cal-meal-ideas · 1 year

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This is only 138 calories, and only takes about 10mins to make!

Ingredients(only 4!):

- 1/2 of a Dempsters white tortilla, 85 cals

- 1 Roma tomato, 11 cals

- 1 cup, or handful of spinach, 7 cals

- 1/2 slice of Cracker Barrel old white cheddar cheese (the real cheese slices the brand has, not processed)

Tools:

- Frying pan

- Spatula

- Cutting board, or something to cut on

- lid big enough to cover frying pan (optional)

How to:

“Bread”: Use cooking spary with 0 calories (I used Pam original) and coat a pan on med to high heat. Cut the half of the tortilla in half, so you have 2 quarters of a tortilla. Very lightly coat the tortilla in cooking spray to help it crisp. Put the tortilla pieces into the pan and cook until it is the crispyness of your choice.

Sauce: Cut tomato in chunks, the add 3/4 (leave the other 1/4 for topping) to a pan. Set the pan on med heat and add water 1/4 cup of water to get them to softer up into a sauce, add more water if needed.cover up with lid to get them to soften faster, as it will boil them (take off the lid for a few seconds every minutie or so so that you don’t get burned by steam when you take off the lid)

While the stuff is cooking, you can rip up the spinach so it can fit onto the pizza better.

Cheese: you can cut it up into thin strips like shredded cheese to give it that pizza look. Cut the 1/2 slice in half again and then cut it up so you have an even amount on each pizza.

Put the sauce on the tortilla pieces, the add the spinach, extra tomatoes and cheese pieces.

Put in the microwave for 20-30 seconds if you want the cheese to be melted.

ENJOY!

#low calorie #low cal meal #low cal lunch #low cal recipes #low cal pizza #low calorie meals #low cal food #low cal ideas #low calorie ideas #low cal diet #low calorie diet #mealspo

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kasdan · 8 months

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𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝟦}

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a/n: i had such a hard time writing this chapter for some reason and probably would not have gotten it done if it wasn’t for my beloved @hathay ily my spicy cheese cracker<3

Summary: you try to adjust to the life outside of the lab and frank tries to help you learn what things are.

Pairing: frank castle x reader

Warnings: blood, injury, language, the fluffiness begins, reader not knowing what most things are, frank being babygirl yet again

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter Song: Devil Town by Cavetown

I turn from the door and head towards the other room that the stranger—Frank, pointed me to. I push open the door that was cracked open all the way, and it reveals a small area with a toilet, shower, and sink all together. How convenient.

I shut the door behind me, and I set the clothes down on the edge of the sink, placing the gun on top of them. There’s a mirror above the sink that I look into and almost jump at my reflection. My eyes are sunken in with bags under them, and I look like I’ve just been trampled with my torn clothes and cuts and bruises littering my skin. I shake my head and move to remove my clothes. It turns out to be a hard and painful task, as most of the fabric has stuck to my skin, and I had to peel the fabric off of me.

After I manage to peel my clothes off, I go to turn the shower on, only to be quickly confused by the knobs that I see. All the showers I’ve taken in the past only had one knob, which consisted of freezing cold water. The showers were never long, but every time I got out, I would be shivering the whole time I tried to sleep.

I turn the knob closest to me, and water starts streaming down from the shower head. I put my hand under the water, expecting the water to be cold, and jump back when the water is scalding hot on my hand.

I can see steam start to rise from behind the curtain. I’m not completely sure what to do now, but I figure I should probably try turning the other knob to see what happens. I go back to the knobs and turn the other one.

I hear more water being pushed out of the shower head, and I go back to check the temperature of the water. It’s still hot, but it’s slightly cooler than it was before, making it so I can keep my hand under the water longer.

I go back to turn the other knob slightly more to see if the water will cool down a little more. I check the water again and decide the temperature is fine before making my way into the shower.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I feel the water run down my body. I close my eyes as I tilt my head and let the water fall over my hair and across my face. This is the first time in my life that I don’t feel rushed and uncomfortable as I shower, and I take advantage of that.

I spend a good amount of time just standing under the spray of the water, reveling in the feel of it. I eventually open my eyes and reach for the little bottles of soap that are on a small ledge next to me. I lift up my right arm and let out a cry of pain when I move my arm up, forgetting that it’s injured.

I feel my arm throb as I put it back down at my side, and I see blood and dirt wash down the drain as I work to clean myself the best I can with only one arm.

I’m able to get most of the dried blood off of me, but my scratched arm still has some on it that I can’t get all the way off without wincing in pain.

When I decide that I’ve cleaned myself to the best of my ability, I turn the water off and open the curtain, grabbing a towel that lies folded on a small table next to the shower.

I dry myself to the best of my ability and grab the shirt off the pile of clothes I was given. I move slowly, putting my less injured arm into one sleeve before forcing my other arm through, wincing as I move it through the fabric. The shirt is big on me, the sleeves falling almost to cover my entire hand, and I roll them up slightly so I can put the rest of the clothes on.

There’s a pair of skin-tight shorts that cover my thighs when I put them on, and after, I put the sweatpants that were there on, tying the string in the front as much as it would go, trying to make it so they don’t fall off of me.

I grab the gun that was left on the sink, glancing at my reflection and looking more refreshed than I did before I got into the shower. I turn to walk out of the bathroom, stepping on the pant legs as I walk.

I walk back into the other room to see Frank rustling through a bag. He looks up when he hears me walk in, and one side of his lips quirks up as he takes in my appearance.

"I take it the clothes didn’t quite fit." I look down and see that I’m practically drowning in the clothes. I shrug my shoulders in response and immediately regret it as I feel a shoot of pain go through my shoulder. Frank’s eyebrows creased, his mouth turning into a slight frown when he sees me wince at the movement.

"You hurt?" It takes me a minute to process what he says before I’m shaking my head.

"Oh, um, I’m okay." I don’t even believe myself as the words leave my mouth, and he looks at me like he clearly doesn’t believe it either. I still don’t exactly trust him; I have no idea who he is or what he wants from me.

"C’mon, sit on the bed." He motions next to him, patting the surface with his hand. I hesitate before slowly walking towards him, putting the gun in my waistband and trying to make it so it won’t fall out.

I manage to get the gun to stay, and I sit down next to him on the foreign object, not fully expecting it to dip down as much as it does. Frank goes to gently touch my shoulder, and I jump back, not expecting the touch and cringing from the pull in my shoulder.

"Sorry, I’m sorry." I move back towards him, apologizing, and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

"No, no, I’m sorry. I shoulda told you I was gonna touch you." His hands are up in a defensive position, and he scooted back from me after I jumped away from him.

"It’s okay; you’re fine." I manage to say through bated breaths.

He waits until my breathing has calmed down before he moves towards me again. He sits there for a moment, waiting for me to give him the okay to proceed. I nod my head, and he takes that as his queue to start.

This time, when I feel his hand touch my arm, I don’t jump away from him and wait for him to assess the problem. I let out a hiss of pain through my teeth when he moves my arm a certain way. I hear him let out a curse and an apology before he continues, being gentler than he was before.

"It looks dislocated. Gonna have to pop it back in place." He speaks in a gruff voice, still assessing my shoulder. I swallow hard, knowing it isn’t going to be an easy task to get through.

"You need a moment to prepare?" He asks me, and I quickly shake my head, just wanting to quickly get it over with. He lets out a breathy ‘okay’ before he’s bracing one hand on my shoulder by my collarbone and the other on the upper part of my arm. I try to steady my breathing as I feel him adjust himself to a better angle.

"Ready?" I nod and clench my jaw in anticipation. I get a brief countdown before I feel my arm being pushed up and back into the socket with a crack. I let out a strangled cry of pain, trying to keep as quiet as I can. A metallic taste engulfs my mouth as, during the process, I bite down on my tongue hard enough for it to draw blood.

Frank steps back from me, and I’m able to roll my shoulder back without as much pain as before. "Thanks." I look down at my hands when I speak, finding myself fiddling with my fingers again.

"No problem." He responds, and I feel him stare at me for a few moments before I hear him move to open the plastic bag that was next to me.

"Wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just got pancakes, ‘cause who doesn’t like pancakes?" I look up to see him smiling as he holds out a container for me to take. The container is heavier than I thought it would be as I grab it from his outstretched hand and place it in my lap. "There’s also some eggs and bacon in there to get some protein in ya." I don’t know what he’s saying at all, but I end up just nodding at him anyway, like I understand.

He hands me a pointed plastic object that I feel like I’ve seen before, but I’m not sure. I stare down at the object, twisting it in my hand, trying to figure out when I’ve seen it before.

"Actin’ like you never seen a fork before." I look up to see Frank staring at me with an amused look on his face, and I get embarrassed by the way he says it, like it’s a common thing to know about.

"I have seen one before, thank you." I try to mask the embarrassment I feel, but I seem to not do it very well. The amusing look on Frank's face vanishes, and it turns into something I can’t make out.

"You really don’t know what it is, do you?" I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out, and I end up just staring at him. He seems to take this as confirmation and grabs the item from my hand, taking the container that was sitting on my lap along with it.

I watch him as he opens the container, the top of it flipping up and settling behind the other part. He brings the item that was grabbed from me, places the pointed side into the container, and hands it back to me.

I look into the container and see two brown circular things next to a yellow clumped mess that Frank put the item he took from me in. I look up at him expectantly, wondering what to do.

"Okay, take the thing I just put in there." I pick up the plastic item with some of the yellow mess coming along with it, "yeah, there ya go, now you can eat that." I bring it up to my mouth but stop right before it reaches, my mind swirling. What if something was put in it? I’ve never seen anything like this before; how do I know it’s okay for me to eat? I can’t help the thoughts that keep swimming in my head, and it seems Frank notices.

"Here," he lets out a soft breath and walks up to me, carefully taking the item from my hand again. I watch as he puts it in his mouth and starts to chew it. "There’s nothin’ in the food but food." He notes when he’s done chewing, handing the container back to me so I can finally start eating.

I used the object to get the food on it and slowly bring it to my mouth, glancing up at Frank and continuing when he gives me a small nod. I ready myself and put the food into my mouth, chewing steadily, still not sure about it.

It’s strange, and I’ve never had anything like this before, but apparently I don’t mind it as much as my mind is making me believe because half of it’s gone before I get the chance to realize I’m eating more. It’s a drastic difference from the bread that I’ve been forced to get used to as my only source of food.

I’m so busy piling the food in my mouth that I didn’t notice Frank coming over with a smaller container with what looks like some type of liquid in it. I look up at him questionably as he opens the smaller container and holds it out to me.

"It’s syrup; you usually put it on pancakes to make em taste better." I’ve been so immersed in the type of food that I'm eating that I forgot about the other kind in the container. "Here, dip your finger in it first to see if you like it; it’ll be sticky." He brings the container down in front of me, and I raise my hand to the container to dip the tip of my finger in it. The liquid is thicker than I thought it was going to be, and I’m surprised when it takes a little bit to drip off my finger.

I tasted the liquid from my finger, and the taste that hit me was a completely different flavor than anything I’ve tasted before. I knew it was going to be different, but I wasn’t expecting it to be that drastic. "Good right?" Frank asks after a moment after I’ve tasted it, and I just nod in confirmation.

He tips the liquid over the other food that is in the container, making sure to cover most of it. There’s still some leftover in the container after he’s done, and he puts the rest back into the bag where it was originally.

"You can cut it with the fork to make it easier to eat." He explains, motioning to the item that lay unused for the time being in the container. I pick it up, slightly unsure of what he means by cutting it with this. "Turn it sideways and place the pointed part where you wanna cut." I try to follow along with what he says, and it takes a slight adjustment from him for me to be able to have it placed correctly.

"There ya go. Now you wanna put some pressure on the pointed part usin’ the handle. Don’t need to put that much into it; should cut easily." I do what he says and put some pressure on the pointed part using the handle, and it cuts through like he said it would. I’m able to cut a piece off small enough for me to be able to eat it easily. It has a soft taste that I wasn’t expecting as I chewed through it.

"Good?" He asks me, and I nod with a mouth full of food. "‘M glad." He chuckles as I stuff more food in my mouth, not knowing the last time, if ever, I’ve had this much food in one sitting.

Frank grabs the other food container and goes to sit on the other object in the room with pillows on it that looked identical to the one I was on. I vaguely remember Frank referring to it as something, but I don’t remember the name he used for it. He leans against the pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, as he opens the container to start eating.

I turn back to my own food and continue eating. It’s silent for a little bit, the only sound being slight movements from one of us, until I see Frank reach for something next to him. He’s holding some kind of rectangle device in his hand, and he pressed a button on it, which turns on a screen that faces where we were.

I hear voices start coming from it, and I see people in black and white moving around the screen. My eyebrows crease, and I lean forward, trying to get a better look at the screen.

"You ever watch TV before?" I look over to see Frank looking at me and my reaction to him turning on the screen.

"Oh, um, no?" I rack my brain to see if I’ve seen anything exactly like this at the lab, and the only thing I can come up with are the screens with the moving pictures I saw when I was escaping the lab, and now that I’m thinking about it, there’s probably more to it than I initially thought. "I’m not quite sure exactly... There was this screen type at the lab, but it looked different than this." I continue, and he looks at me like he knows something but doesn’t say anything about it.

He clears his throat before making a reply. "Different how?" His eyes are trained on me as he waits for me to respond.

"Well, the pictures were less clear, and there wasn’t much happening on the screens; they showed different rooms and halls around the lab." He nods as he licks his lips, releasing a small, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, that’s not what TV is; what you saw were security cameras used to keep an eye on everythin’ 'round the lab." He clears his throat again, looking at me before he continues. "On TV," he motions to the screen he turned on just moments before, "most of it’s just actin’; no one's watchin' people in real time, and it’s made for entertainment." He says this right as a woman on the screen lets out what can only be labeled as a dramatic scream before collapsing into the arms of another person on the screen. "See?" Frank laughs as he witnesses the events happening on the screen.

"Yeah." I let out a soft chuckle as I watch more of the events that happen on the screen. We continue to watch what’s happening on the screen, and soon, both of our food is gone from the containers, and I can’t think of a time when my stomach felt as full as it does now.

"Alright," Frank stands up, collecting the empty food containers and throwing them away. "I’m gonna head out again; I shouldn’t be long, but just make sure not to open the door to anyone; I’ll have the key to get back in myself." He walks towards the door before stopping short of it. "Also make sure to keep these shut." He grabs the cloth that is hanging on the wall and pulls it together for emphasis.

"Got it." I respond back to him, and he gives me a nod before opening the door and walking out of it, the lock sounding after it’s been shut.

I get a brief thought of trying to leave, but I wouldn’t know where I was going, and Frank hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him yet, so I sit and just watch what's on TV for the time being until he returns.

It wasn’t long until I heard the door being opened again, my hand instinctively reaching behind me for the gun but moving away from it once I see Frank walk through the door.

He holds a smaller plastic bag that he sets next to me after closing the door behind him. He takes out a stack of what looks to be mini pieces of paper stuck together, along with a pen. He says nothing as he writes something on it, walks around the room to place it on an object, and repeats the process, putting a piece of paper on different surfaces in the room.

"What are you doing?" I finally ask him when he’s placing a piece on the pillow behind me.

"I’m helpin’ you learn what shit is." He says writing something else down and sticking it to my shirt. I look down to see the paper with the word ‘shirt’ written on it.

"I know what a shirt is."

"Just tryna cover all the bases, darlin’." This is the second time he’s used that word to refer to me, and I get a weird feeling that I’ve never felt before. I shake the feeling off as I concentrate back on the man who’s wandering around the room.

He continues writing the names of things down and sticking them to the things the name written on them says. Soon the stack of papers he originally had has diminished greatly, and the room consists of yellow papers all over.

He starts showing me certain things, like the bed, the lamp, the TV and the remote that goes with it, and everything in between. When we got through all of the ones in the room we were in, he brought me over to the bathroom to start the process all over again in there.

After I practically had to beg for any kind of break from my mind being scrambled with all the new information at once, Frank finally caved in, and we laid on the beds and watched different and random things on the TV for a long time.

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