#i tried fruit cups and disliked it so much ��

[iexistfor1post]

Oh and idk if this is feeding my anxiety or helping but I bought another phone charger

Why?

Cause it is for my old phone

Just the old phone

Not my new one that uses the same cord

Nope for the old one

I think it didn't help but who knows

Not this mess of a 18 to 20 something

Also because I brought up cord in relation to my old iPad and Ipod somewhere in my room hidden for out of sight out of mind ♡

Except when brain does a thinking

[prettyboykatsuki]

solanum dulcamara | r. itoshi

★ tags ; aged-up characters (rin and reader are in their 20's), age-gap (reader is older but there's no specifics), sub!itoshi rin, fem + afab!dom!reader, dacryphilia, established relationships and dom/sub dynamics, edging, overstimulation, subspace (rin falls head first), mommy kink, praise, teasing (reader is a bit mean), petnames for rin (spoiled little boy, sweet boy, good boy, sweetie etc.), riding, unprotected sex, face-sitting, cum-eating aftercare, 18+

★ wc ; 5.7k (frowns)

★ a/n ; ive done something bad to my brain </3 he is so baby boy.... i've gone and made myself sick just thinking about it.

i just want to clarify that this version of rin is only really accessible thru a lot of established trust and persistence. reader is incredibly attentive to him and they have a very establish bond both romantically and in a d/s dynamic. im not super confident abt his characterization but i tried to still make it feel like Him.

★ synopsis ; rin is so pretty when he cries.

The T.V. is on in the background. It's the interview you filmed a month ago, per the request of your boyfriends P.R.

"Another question from our viewers, what's your usual type in men?"

"Ah, is that okay to ask?" You reply sheepish. The interviewer waves his hand in dismissal of your concern.

"Asking when I'm already taken, so cruel. Mm, I like men who cry easily."

"Ehh? You're going to make your boyfriend sad!"

"It's fine, it's fine. He's special so it's okay."

Before Rin can watch anymore, you pick the remote up and click it off. You've just come out of a shower, towel hanging off the back of your neck. Water drips down your skin despite having dried off. The vague scent of fruit hits him as he blinks back at you. You bend forward in front of him.

"Hi." You greet, smiling. Your eyes have a particular shine to them that sends a signal of warning through RIn's body. It's been there since before you started dating. It's persisted all throughout your relationship. He never gets used to it.

He stares back at you "Hi."

You cock your head then laugh. 

"Why'd you turn the T.V. off?" He asks. You shrug, sitting next to him with your feet up on the coffee table, stretching slightly.

"Hearing my own voice feels weird."

You scrunch your nose in displeasure. When Rin sees you like this - cozy and comfortable, he can't help but be extra conscious of the air you seem to hold. Innocent isn't the right word. Simplistic might be better. There's nothing malicious about you, usually.

Even knowing that, heat curls into his body. The hairs stand on his neck. He knows almost intuitively what's coming.

"Aw, did you wanna watch my interview, Rinnie? How sweet."

He scowls at the name of endearment, then lies through his teeth.

"No." He says simply. You coo under your breath like you would a misbehaving cat. Before he can move away, your hand reaches the opposite side of his face, fingers trailing his jaw until he faces towards you.

"Liar." You say, and it's there again and Rin can feel it. It takes effort not to turn away. Not to stand to his feet and go run laps.

Rin knows, objectively, he's so much faster than you. But, some part of him is convinced he could never outrun you. You'd pin him down somehow, he's sure of it. Swift and easy. You'd wait till he was tired out and strike after—smile down at him in satisfaction towards the end.

That's just how you are. Rin doesn't dislike it.

Your fingers splay to cup his face, your thumb rubbing against his lower lip. Familiar gestures and touches don't ease his nerves. You admire him openly. Rin feels like the Earth is going to swallow him whole. He's not unused to being fawned at. He got confessed to all the time in high school but it never caught his interest.

Dating seemed pointless. Lukewarm. The first time Rin told this to you, instead of a hurt reaction like he'd gotten from other girls interested in him, you laughed. Quietly to yourself, remaining impassive.

Amused. A mirth to your eyes. Like you've stumbled upon a puzzle yet to solve. A predator with interesting prey.

("Being lukewarm is better than freezing." )

Itoshi Rin thinks you are a strange, strange person. He thinks you have strange tastes. He thinks you are strange company and that your smile is too disarming. He thinks it's strange that everyone is convinced you're nice and well-meaning when he knows you are. You are but you're not.

You are nice. Kind is a better word. Warm and forgiving and tender. You're like that even like this, when being around you feels like being thrown into the snakes den. If Rin doesn't pay attention, he's sure he'll get eaten completely.

But he lowers his guard anyway. Being devoured and being desired are the same sensation, he finds.

"Rin," You offer, an inch away from kissing him. He swallows a thick sensation in the back of his throat. He feels jumpy. "Did I make you sad, hm?"

'No." He insists.

"Really?" You grin at him. You smell sweet "But it's true, you know? I like when men cry in front of me."

A shiver wracks through him.

"Don't talk about other men in front of me." He says lamely. It's all he can say. You laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. Then what should I say instead?" You look thoughtful as you kiss him. Rin lets you. He trusts you enough to let you kiss his face all over in this overly doting way "Rin, when was the last time you cried?"

"I don't remember." He says. It's a lie. Probably after Sae came back, he should answer.

"Liar. Bad boy, you shouldn't lie to your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed about crying?"

"No."

"Lie again, and I'll punish you." You tsk, then kiss him slow. On the lips this time. In that deep mesmerizing way that makes the insides of Rin's stomach feel like honey over flame. He gets jealous thinking about where you learned it all from. He knows your older and more experienced and that you love him despite all that, but he's jealous anyways.

If you could hear it, you'd call Rin spoiled with that same amusement you always regard him with.

"Rin," There's a little more urgency in your voice this time. It satisifes a part of Rin he doesn't know intimately. He didn't think it was there before he met you "I want to make you cry."

"Why?"

"I like seeing you like that." You tell him honestly  "I like it so much when you look like that. Of course I feel bad too, but."

"Why the hell would you like that?" He asks, voice raspy with less anger than he would hope for. You invite yourself into his lap. Rin doesn't stop you. Your arms around his neck feel like a choker but there's something so comforting about the feeling of being suffocated.

You let your hands cup the nape of his neck, the other hand brushing his skin. Knuckles along his cheek with nothing but affection. You smile.

"When you look helpless and needy like that, I want you to depend on me." You say sweetly, so saccharine it makes Rin nauseous. "When you look sad and lonely, I want to comfort you so I can keep you all to myself."

"...Were you like this with your other boyfriends?"

"Mm, would you be sad if I said yes? But I didn't like any of them, y'know? They just came onto me because they liked being bullied."

He gives you a look of displeasure that makes you laugh.

"I only like you," You assure, your tone shifting again. Still familiar. The kind, gentle version of you seeping in through the cracks "I love you most of all. Only you."

"Stop that." He tucks his chin because he can't look up at you. You grin widely "You're weird."

You pull him towards you, hugging him tight.

"My Rin is the best in the world, hm?"

He thinks you're bad for him, in some ways. Good in more ways too. This kind of feeling, he isn't sure where it falls on the scale. It feels good, at least. Makes his head feel heavy with something even though all of his hairs stand on end. There's resistance before there's desire to succumb.

"Weird." He mutters, unable to stop himself from slipping into you.

"I wanna make you cry so I can wipe your tears off your face. I'll bet you're so pretty."

"You say stuff  like that so easily it scares me."

"Don't be scared. It's all because I love you, okay? I love you sooo much."

He clicks his teeth "You're pushing it."

"Because I know you'll forgive me. Now, take off your clothes and tell me your colors."

"Red for stop, green for go, yellow for slow down." Rin says on automatic before blushing.

"There you go." You reply, pleased with yourself.

Ultimately, Rin listens. You're right in your assessment. He'll always forgive you no matter the circumstance. Despite himself and all the warnings - he'll listen to you obediently. You help Rin take off his clothes. Manicured fingers drag up the sides of his body, along the anterior muscles of his abdomen. 

His shirt comes first. When it's off , you stare at him long and hard. Tilting his head back, you press a kiss to his Adam's apple before your fingers tug on his nipples. He lets out a sharp noise that makes you hum against his skin, throaty and pleased. He can feel your teeth on his neck and the warmth of your cunt against his jeans even through all the thick layers of fabric.

"They're always so sensitive," You say, running your thumb over them "Such a pretty color."

"Stop talking." He hisses, throwing his head back. You giggle at him.

His cock twitches at the sharp sensation. You latch yourself to the column of his throat - a familiar bruising throb making his whole body ache. Kissing and licking and biting every visible inch of his body while your free hand plays with his chest.

The roles should be reversed here, he's sure, but he can't remember a time they ever were. At least properly, with Rin initiating of his own volition. Not just being permitted by you to do so, but actually doing it all on his own.

He stifles a groan, hand cupped over his mouth as you pleasure his body. You play him like a well-tuned machine. A practiced handler for all of his more delicate parts and functions.

The blood rushing to his cock makes him light headed. The motions are  well-practiced ones. You know just the right way to tease the hardened buds under the pads of your fingers, how to pinch with the tips of your nails until it's unbearable . The soft drags of your fingers, nails scratching the skin until it's red and raised. He's always been pale. White, milky skin that blooms into different shades of bruise. Colors you like, anyway.

You make a show of undoing his belt buckle. The noise is so audible, the soft clack of metal echoes as it gets undone. Unzipping his jeans, you cup your palm around his semi-hard cock and squeeze tight like you're holding his hand. He shudders, only saved by the thin material of his boxers.

You let your thumb trace under the head, still through the black cotton. You press it into the sticky tip, rubbing small circles with a gleeful giggle. He huffs. Making the mistake of looking at you directly sends him into a frenzy. Your expression is vulgar when you peer at him - lips tucked between your teeth and eyes full of hot white desire. Rin can feel how much you want this. How much you want him. You express it openly.

(He wants it just as bad. Maybe worse.)

You hook your finger into the edge of his boxers, peeking inside.

"Your cock is so pretty," Your sincerity sends electricity through his spine. He chokes "So cute."

"Don't talk about it like that."

"It's cute to me though?" You say, a horrifyingly genuine assessment as you push the fabric down enough to sit under his balls - leaving him exposed and stood up to attention. You wrap a hand around the shaft, leaning in to bite his earlobe "It's cute when it gets red like that. Your ears get red like that too."

Rin watches you with his eyes blown wide as you lift your fingers to your mouth, dragging your tongue along the middle and ring. You fuck them into your mouth slowly, until saliva drips down on them and the act is so salacious he thinks his heart is going to give. When they're nice and wet, you wrap them around the base. 

The  sensation makes his body clench. A suddenly warm and slick feeling surrounds him. You're good with your hands. Too good, actually. The exact pressure and speed without having to try - this isn't the first time you've touched Rin like this so he knows it all too well.

But there's something about this time that makes it different. You're slower as you work your palm against his cock, pushing the curve up against his tip and circling it without touching it long enough. He stares down at you as you do it. Your other hand fondles his balls, thumb teasing the seam as you squeeze them.

"Did you touch yourself without me, Rin?"

"No," He admits. This time it's not a lie. You smile.

"What a good boy."

Fuck. He shivers.

"My good boy. My Rin, all mine forever right?" You say, not expecting him to respond. But it's not babble, not pointless chatter. It's what he wants to hear.

Possession. Yes, he thinks. All yours forever.

Of course he doesn't say it. Not there yet, and unsure if he ever will be but it feels good to hear anyway. Rin has always been humiliated by his own desire. Before you, he thinks he did a good job of keeping it a secret. He didn't explore his sexuality in a way that was meaningful for good reason, avoiding it all together.

You changed that. He wanted you. And you wanted him, always, with such intensity that Rin found it hard to stop thinking about. Rin has always been weak to you.

And you're like this. Straightforward and open and so attractive it makes him feel like he's going to sink. To be wanted in this way that wraps him up in reassurance, to be taken care of. You want all of him. Even his tears. Even though he resists because it’s not something he knows how to cope with even now. 

Would anyone dislike that if they got it as easily as he does?

You keep doing the same hand motions, stroking his cock at this slow pace that drives him up a wall. His chest heaves as you switch the pace. Fast, fast, slow. Over and over until he's at the edge. His whole body tenses, though his hands remained tucked at his sides.

Then you stop. Completely. Leaving your hands up, you peek at him through your lashes as he lets out a ragged breath. A look of irritation on his expression, quickly washed out by fear at the amusement on your face.

"Cry for me, baby." You say satisfied with yourself, thumb pressing into his slit "I'll let you cum after."

"You're," He swears under his breath as you start again, cock sensitive now "You're..."

"I'm what, baby? I'm mean? Weird?"

He shivers as you lean forward, hugging your arm around his shoulders, hand reaching down to drag your nails lightly up his spine. The sensations all feel mixed together and with your body all pressed to him, he can feel every outline of you. Every curve. The scent of you tickles the back of his throat again. You wrap around him like a vine, curled around his wrists and ankles and throat. Trapped, suspended by the presence of you.

He wants to cum, but the first time you deny it like this isn't so bad.

"Look at you holding it in so well," You start, though Rin can feel how much more is at the end of your sentence "Can you keep touching yourself for me, then? Slow like this."

Rin nods, though he isn't sure there's much of a choice. You kiss him in reward, standing back up on your feet. He watches you as you turn around. You pull your pants down the curve of your ass, leaving a pair of panties plainly in view and Rin feels his dick twitch in his hands. Fuck. You're so wet it's dripping down your leg. Knowing he did that to you is enough to make him groan.

Plus your bare skin, soft and smooth from being showered and lotioned is too much for him to try and endure.

You repeat the action with your shirt, but there's nothing underneath. When you're almost naked, you make a show of bending over to take your panties off. There's a noise as the thin cotton unsticks from your soaked cunt, material roll down your legs. It's just enough to get an eyeful of your pussy.

Soft and hot and so fucking wet. He feels restless. His hand isn't doing the job. He wants to be inside. Closer to you. You're all naked when you turn around and Rin is still mostly clothed. You crawl in his lap and move his hands away when you're straddling him again.

Cruel and unrelenting, you grab his cock again but this time you pull it against you. Grind yourself against his shaft, rubbing his tip against your clit deliberately. The sensation is making him bite down on his cheek hard enough that he might bleed. Soaking pussy, sticky and welcoming.

"You're trying so hard today," You say, half-way between sincere and condescending. His head is starting to get mushy, like his tongue doesn't fit in his mouth. "You don't have too, yknow?"

"What a-are you…?"

It's too fucking much. Too many senses stimulated. Too many feelings pouring out of him as he listens to you talk.

You're throbbing. He can feel you as you slide his cock between your folds with your hands, a slow and controlled pace that sends him teetering over the edge with each pass. It's so slick that it's noisy, and you have to be careful not to slip. Your fingers are covered in arousal just like his cock—so fucking messy, and it's dripping down his shaft in beads. It's wearing down his will. The one he's currently using to maintain his pride.

For Rin, loss always has to come at ultimate defeat. He hates things that are half-assed. Neck in neck, close to winning but not quite. That kind of thing is too frustrating. It has to be all encompassing. Rin wants to give in only when he can longer bear the weight of losing. Loss so utterly undeniable he can do nothing but be pinned underneath. 

When you tell Rin he's trying too hard, the condescension is not for nothing. Because you know just as well as he does that you can take him apart easily. Crushing defeat through actions and patience. That's been your M.O. from the start. This is you giving him lee way. It's not like you'll make fun of him if he gives in. 

Because you are sweet and you are kind and if Rin had even an ounce less of shame - you'd spoil him without thinking twice. He's only managed to do it once before and it was probably the best he's ever felt. But he can't default to it. Despite how much he wants too, he can’t just let go. Doing this much is complicated. Listening is complicated and his brain is so full of self-doubt he’s starting to shake. 

But then, there’s you. The sound of your voice that makes it all stop. 

"Can't just let go, can you sweetie?" And Rin trembles at the slight edge, just barely there "I think it's cute, though. You're so cute, aren't you, Rin?"

"I'm not—"

"I mean, look at how you're tensing your muscles trying not to fuck up into me, huh? Guess you're not any different from other guys.  When you see somethin' soft and wet for you to fuck you lose all your common sense."

He chokes on a moan so loud he can't believe it's coming from him.

"Shouldn't resist it so hard. You can be my spoiled little boy. That's what Rin likes best, right?"

Normally, Rin admires your smooth talk. He doesn't have it in him to mimic it, sentences too awkward and too clumsy to sound good. You talk to him like this like it's so easy. Conversational. Rin doesn't hate it about you, but right now it's the worst thing he could hear.

He's slipping into it slowly. Like he's hanging onto the edge of a cliff and you're pulling his fingers off one-by-one. Your pussy is so wet and he's so fucking hard. Nothing makes any sense anymore. He can’t tell left from right and he wants to run away. But he can’t. He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to run away. 

"You're drooling," You coo, free hand wiping the corner of his mouth. He burns with embarrassment "How sweet."

He can feel himself, the edge again - this time so close he can practically taste it. And the second the knot gets close to being untied, you stop all over again. Rin curses so loud he practically yells, his whole body lurching forward to hump into something before you push him all the way back down.

Officially overstimulated, he looks up at you desperately. You look so absolutely delighted he almost wants to shove you away.

"There it is. Look at you, baby, Just a little more."

He doesn't know how long he can keep up. This part of this is a trust fall. Rin could probably cry right now. Being pushed to this extent, till his head and his body are all out of sorts. Till there's too many thoughts jumbled up and tangled to fight. It makes Rin want to cry. It makes him want to seethe. To curl into himself and abandon everything. 

He’s scared, admittedly. But there’s you, again. And so he breathes and watches you and doesn’t want to stop. 

You keep your pace, rubbing his cock relentlessly against your pussy. So much of the same thing, but you're focused on nothing but him. Even when it feels good for you, when you moan or sigh, your eyes are glued to watching. Watching his cock twitch erratically, little dribbles of precum spilling out but never being able to come through completely. That you swipe up with your fingers and add to the mess you're making.

It'd feel so good right now. You're so wet, fuck — you might even push him out if he puts it in. Rin wants and wants and wants. The magnitude of it is truly, truly terrifying.

But you take him through it slowly. Then the words fall out of your lips slowly - gently, almost a secret.

"Mommy's pretty boy," You rasp, so low that it's barely there but it makes the entire world stop at once. He shudders, his whole body trembles. He can feel himself falling completely and the sudden desperation has him clutching your hips. The emotion is so overwhelming. Only you could ever do this to him. You're the only person allowed. A bittersweetness to all of it that makes Rin yield despite his efforts.  "My sweet boy."

The praise makes him feel like he's melting. Mommy makes it okay. He doesn't know who he is currently. It's not his job too. He just looks up at you and hopes that everything carries over. 

You cup your hands on his face, sticky and messy and look up at him. He stares at you as you smile, eyes blown wide and floaty. 

"There you are," You say, so sweet Rin wants to sink "Mommy's here. 's okay."

He's lost himself in it completely. He's not drowning, but he's submerged in water with no room to look for light. Just you, only you.

"Hi," He says, staring at you. Relief fills him "I love you."

You smile, kissing his forehead "I love you more, Rinnie. It's oka—oh. Oh, there it is."

He blinks and suddenly his visions blurred. Then there's tears, though it's not a sob. They're hot and wet and make his eyes sting. You wipe them with the driest part of your hand.

"You're so pretty when you cry." You tell him. He's needy. He leans against your shoulder, mumbling.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby. Lemme see. C'mere?"

He listens, lets you stare at him as hot wet tears roll down his face. He's sure when he's more cognizant he'll be ashamed. Right now he doesn't care.

"Fuck, that's it," You lean forward, licking a stripe up the side of his cheek that sends shivers up his spine, swallowing his tears "So, so pretty. You did well. What should I give you, hm?"

"Inside," He rasps, voice shot completely as he holds your hips "Please."

"Be more specific, my love."

"Please let me cum inside." He can hear his own voice echo in the back of his head, the words coming out so slurred.

"Good boy," You purr. He shakes. Like you read his mind, you pet the back of his hair soothing him "You can hug me, sweetheart. I don't mind."

So he does. Picks his arms up and wraps them around your bare middle and holds you close. He buries his face into your neck, cheek pressed against your shoulder. You pat his head, scratching your nails against his scalp. He sits still like that for a minute, nudging his nose across your skin, leaning you back so he can get a mouth around your tits.

He sucks gently, drunk off of it. You laugh airily, repositioning slightly (carefully) so he doesn't have to pull away. He can feel the head of his cock against your entrance and he moans. 

He can't help but moan as soon as you even get close. The sensation is so unreal. So dripping wet that it's hard for you to get it in completely, slippery silken walls that make it hard for him to push in. When he feels the tip enter, he groans. His whole body gives like a rope on it’s last thread, teeth gritted as he ruts his hips to fuck into you. It doesn't even take any effort to push. You sink down on it slowly, soothing him and telling him to hold it until he bottoms out.

He does, impatiently. He waits until he's all the way at the bottom before looking up at you again. 

"Good boy. Easy does it. It'll feel better to cum since you're all the way inside, right? I can do whatever you want, but if you cum before me - you'll have to make up for it. Okay? Still with me?"

He nods.

"And your color?"

"'s green."

"Good job. That's it, baby. How do you want it?"

"Can I..?"

"You wanna fuck me?"

He nods, hazed. You smile at him.

"To your heart's content. Go ahead. Hold me here, 'kay?"

Rin listens, no longer trying to fight off the urge to listen. He holds you by your hips, latching his mouth to your chest again before fucking into you slow. Your pussy is a vice grip on his cock, and he's so overstimulated as is - he knows he doesn't have much of a will to hold it in. He tries though, quivering with each thrust as he holds you up in his arms.

You mumble to him, the praise is short but sweet and each word makes his brain feels like it's gonna melt out of his ears. He feels good, a pleasant buzzing numbness all over his body that has him reeling. You work as an anchor for him, stroking and petting and kissing him as he works himself into a frenzy.

He can barely get the words out of his mouth as he feels the pressure inside of him start to build. The knot coiled so tightly is unraveling quicker than he can piece it back together. He can't hold it, he can't, he can't, he can't. His thrusts are erratic, too sloppy. Chasing his own high as he fucks into you hard and fast.

"Gonna cum for me? Mommy's sweet boy, gonna fill me up all nice?"

He croaks out the words "Y-yeah. Yeah, fuck."

"There you go. That's it."

Rin cums so hard he sees white, specks like stars in his vision. The sensation borders unbearable. It's such an intense wave of emotion he can't do anything but groan, gripping you hard and bottoming out completely before painting your insides stark white. Thick, hot spurts of cum that he keeps fucking into, overstimulating himself. It just feels so good. So good and so perfect and his mouth is agape - gasping for air as his body goes limp. You kiss him as it happens, swallowing the moans out of his mouth with a delighted smile.

He's ragged by the time it's all out, more coming in a second wave with less intensity. The wave of euphoria that washes over him doesn't bring him back down like he thought it would. He still looks at you, head blank as you smile down at him. You kiss his hairline.

"You with me? Think I should call it quits tonight."

"No. Want you to—you can sit, 'm fine."

It's like you can read his mind.

"You want me to sit on your face even though you just came in me? Think you're up for that?"

"'s fine."  He says one more time, too embarrassed to do anything more. Maybe you're feeling merciful because you don't make him say please. Just laugh, sliding his soft cock out of you slowly.

"Think you're gonna be okay? Wanna lay down?"

"I can sit on the floor. If it's okay."

He can feel how small his voice sounds, a feeling of shame overwhelming him. You rub his cheek affectionately.

"If you say so. Don't need to do anything but stick your tongue out and listen, but my sweet boy is good at listening, isn't he?"

He flushes. "Hn."

You give him a delighted smile, a proud one that makes him reel. Before he can pull away, you tell him to get down on the floor. He listens, back against it with his head laid back on the cushions. He can see his cum starting to drip out of you as you stand, his heart hammering in your ears.

The couch creak under the weight of your knees as you hover yourself over Rin's face. You thread your fingers through his hair and he sticks his tongue out without thinking twice. He can feel all the mess, your cum and his in his mouth - bitter and tangy as he lets his hand grip on your hips. Your clit is hard to attention as you grind against his tongue. He feels good as you groan with pleasure over him.

"I'm so worked up ‘cause of you. My pretty boy," You praise, before rocking your hips against his face. The feeling of you is suffocating, your thighs locked around his head. He can only breathe in the warm air surrounding you. You taste so fucking good. His nose is bumped against your pelvis as you tug harder and start an easy rhythm.

You rut back and forth and Rin suctions to give you a little more friction. You praise him for it.

"Fuck, Rin. I'm gonna—gonna c-cum."

Rin moans against you in approval and that seems to be enough to set you on edge. You hold hard onto the roots of his hair, your thighs clenching as you cum hard on his face after fucking it. He can feel your walls spasm, pushing the mess into his mouth. He swallows it obediently anyways, content to let you ride out your high until you're no longer able too.

When you sit up, you swipe Rin's lower lip with your thumb with a warm smile, putting your thumb in his mouth.

"Let's go clean up, baby."

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For Rin, the process of aftercare usually tends to be a lot of grounding. A bath, usually, with the two of you talking about nothing in the process. You wash Rin’s hair for him and wash-up together and then eat something. Rin’s spoiled, really, so you usually cook for him when he asks. 

Afterwards, the emotional exhaustion sets in. You retire yourself both to bed with snacks. Rin gets to pick (a thriller movie, you’ve let him have today) and he lays there in a hoodie with his face tucked into your side as you play with his hair. It’s vulnerable. A thing he can only access with you, after all this coaxing and trust. He tries not to think too hard about what this all means. That you have sex like this, and Rin submits to you willingly. He doesn’t want to know what it says about himself. 

It’s hard for him to wrap his head around it entirely. Why it feels so good to leave it all to you. Why being doted on like that is so soothing. Despite all the time it takes to unravel him enough to give in, you always execute flawlessly and Rin is… happy at the end of it. Even though he can only admit that begrudgingly. 

Rin leans into the warmth of your body as you gently stroke his hair. He looks up at you as you scroll on your phone, a silent plea for attention. You glance down and give him a laugh. 

“Hi, my love” 

“What are you looking at?” He asks, masking the petulance in his voice just barely. You giggle. 

“Twitter. People are asking if you cry a lot because of my interview.” 

“You’re such an idiot. Did you even mean that?” He says, leaning up to be closer to you. He headbutts you lightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek right after. 

“Sorta. It was mostly a plot to bully you about it. I am an idiot, and you love me so much about it.” 

“Unfortunately.” He says, rolling his eyes. He can feel the barest smile on his face and goes to look away as he hugs you close to him. You give a stare full of warmth that he wants to shy away from but can’t bring himself too. You press a tender kiss to his head. 

“Mommy loves you so much, yeah? More than anything in the whole wide world.” 

“I told you I was fine earlier. I don’t feel bad or anything.” He says when you use the title. He thinks you’re reassuring him because you’re concerned, but you just shrug. 

“I just wanted to tell you that.” 

He frowns “...I love you too. I guess.” 

You snort. Rin smiles as you turn to face him and hug him close. 

“Thanks for telling me, baby.”

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2024

Day 10 - Stable

Rael’s morning had started pretty normal, or as normal as it had gotten since the four of them had moved to Ishgard. Apart from the servants Rael usually was the first person in the house to be awake, so when they went downstairs and passed the dining room to get to Lord Fortemps personal library, there were only a few other people around yet doing their daily works.

One of the maids, who by now seemed to have remembered Rael’s habit of getting up quite early, greeted them friendly.

“Good Morning, Master Rael! The cook should have your breakfast finished in a moment…”

After the bathing (and dressing) incident on their first day here, a few of them had tried to call them Mistress Rael for a few days but the Viera had quickly tried to stop them from doing so. After demanding to just call them Rael and a few exasperated questions of “What else should we call you then, my lady” (somehow that was even worse!), they had reluctantly decided to call them Master Rael instead and Rael had simply rolled their eyes and accepted their fate.

Apart from such difficulties everybody was extremely friendly and accommodating though. Rael had insisted they didn’t need any special treatment and could absolutely wait until everybody else was awake too to have their breakfast but nonetheless the servants had developed a habit of preparing it early for them anyway.

“Thank you very much.”, they replied with a nod. “I will get some books from the library and then come to the dining room.”

“As you wish.”, the woman answered with a short bow and hurried away. Rael would never get used to having servants around but had long stopped questioning why this seemed to be normal here in Ishgard.

As announced they went to the library and fetched two books that had caught their interest a few days ago before returning for breakfast.

The first few days here in Ishgard Rael had usually left the house very early, at least if the weather allowed it, and wandered the still silent city looking for a place that felt… familiar. A place to recharge, to rest, to meditate. But it had proven difficult, so they had simply stopped trying after a while.

Breakfast turned out not to be a horrible alternativ though. Of course the Ishgardians exaggerated even that immensely in amount and effort but this was fixable by speaking to the cook fortunately. So Rael didn’t get any fancy dishes with luxurious ingredients and heavy sauces unless they ate with everybody else for once.

A clear soup (against the cold the servants insisted), some fruits and a slice of bread were more than enough for such an early hour.

All of that was accompanied by a cup of tea, although here in Ishgard they had quite different habits of making tea it seemed. It was mostly milk, yak milk as Rael was told, in which some dried tea leaves simmered for a while. The first time Rael was served this it was quite unusual and also horribly sweet due to the maple sugar the servant added to it but without the insane amount of sugar it was drinkable. Still a little thin due to being mostly milk but nonetheless tasty.

They had barely started eating, while browsing through one of the books, when hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Confused Rael looked up as A’viloh appeared in the doorframe with a grin on his face.

“There you are! I was afraid you left already!”, he exclaimed.

Rael wrinkled their brow, looked to the clock and back to A’viloh. It was way to early for him to be awake already and especially so joyful about it.

“Don’t look at me as if you’ve seen a ghost! Yes I’m awake already! It’s a wonderful day, isn’t it?”, he beamed and sat down beside them stealing a rolanberry from their plate.

“Someone’s in a good mood, huh?”, Rael observed while still trying to focus on the text they were reading. Not that they disliked the fact but it was strange. Then their conversation from the last evening returned to their mind and their reading was instantly forgotten. Closely they squinted at A’viloh observing every little movement on his face…

“What?”, he asked, still grinning. Suspicious…

Dismissively Rael shook their head and returned their attention to the breakfast before casually saying, “I assume you had a nice evening?”

“I did, yes…”, he replied before he realised the tone in the Viera’s voice. “Wait! No!!”, he blurted out and blushed a little, “I mean it was a nice evening but not whatever you mean!”

Even the maid chuckled and Rael was pretty sure that A’viloh was the only one unaware about the rumours everyone kept repeating behind his back. For some reason Rael preferred these over people mistaking A’vi and them for a couple…

“Really? Why the sudden good mood then? Not that I’m objecting…”

“I have a plan! I got up extra early so I would catch you before you run of to the astrologian’s guild or elsewhere.”, the Miqo’te explained while stealing yet another piece of fruit from Rael’s plate. “But you will have to put your boring books down for a while…”

“A plan?”, Rael repeated unimpressed. “For what?”

“You will see soon enough!”, A’viloh grinned. “Alright, put that book away. You can eat the rest of your breakfast on the way!”

“On the way to where?”

But he ignored them and instead turned to the maid. “Is it possible I can get one of these sandwiches too?”

She was already halfway out of the door when he jumped up and yelled, “No, wait! Don’t worry, I’ll go myself! There’s something else I need!”

Just as fast as he had appeared he was gone again, only stopping at the door one last time to look back at Rael.

“Hurry up! We’ll meet in a quarter bell in front of the house!”

Confused the Viera kept staring at the now empty doorframe before turning their still quizzical gaze to the housemaid, who just shrugged too.

***

Rael had only quickly finished their breakfast and went to their room to fetch their bag and grimoire, before heading outside as they were told to. Just as they opened the front door A’viloh hurried out of the corridor that led to the kitchen, throwing a bag over his shoulder and stuffing a sandwich into his mouth.

“Good, you’re ready! Follow me!”, he commanded between bites and began to walk without giving any clue where they were going.

For a while they just walked in silence. About one thing so far A’viloh had been right. By Ishgardian standards the weather was really nice. The sun had just risen and now shone from a cloudless blue sky, the morning air was still crisp but maybe it would be a little warmer today than usually. Their path led down the roads and staircases to the lower parts of the city where they crossed Saint Reinette’s Forum and finally passed the Skysteel Manufactury.

By then Rael realised they could only be headed for the Chocobo stables, or the Holy Stables as the Ishgardians called it. Rael had never understood why they needed to add the word holy to all and everything. Well, they had understood but found it completely ridiculous! It was just a normal stable like any other, maybe the birds there were a little more special but there still wasn’t anything divine about it!

“The stables?”, Rael asked, wondering if this was everything A’viloh had been so secretive about.

“Yes! You need to see the Chocobo!”, he answered excitedly. “But that’s not everything… First things first, though! Come on!”

Impatiently he waved for Rael to follow as he showed one of the caretaker a piece of paper he pulled from his jacket. With a short bow he let the two pass and left to get the chocobo.

A moment they waited before the man returned followed by a tall dark-feathered bird in Ishgardian barding. He handed the reigns to A’viloh and left again, going back to his work, while A’viloh happily greeted the bird who chirped at him in return.

“Isn’t she pretty?”, he asked proudly. “I still can’t believe Haurchefant gifted me a chocobo! He said her name is Chloé but that I might change it if I want to. But I kinda like it…”

Admittedly Rael didn’t understand much about chocobo breeding but to them it looked like an especially beautiful bird, with shining black feathers and attentively sparkling eyes.

“Indeed a very pretty bird.”

“Did you hear that, Chloé?”, A’viloh addressed the bird cheerfully and ruffled the feathers at the side of her neck. “Rael thinks you’re pretty too!”

As if she understood, the bird fluttered excitedly and turned her head towards the Miqo’te so he could pet it some more. Then the Chocobo kwehed and turned her curious eyes to Rael who in return stepped closer and scratched her beak.

“Haurchefant said she can fly too.”, A’viloh said. “I haven’t tried yet… Would you like to?”

“Me?”, Rael asked, although the idea of a chocobo that could fly seemed interesting. “It’s your chocobo.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. She could be our chocobo!”, A’viloh offered. “I’m not sure if she could carry both of us at once though…”

“She is quite tall, so maybe she could…”, Rael mused. “But this was your gift A’vi. It is a kind offer but I am not sure if it would be alright to accept it.”

A’viloh shook his head.

“Haurchefant surely doesn’t mind. He gave me the idea for this trip after all!”

“Trip?”, Rael asked confused.

“Oh yes! And we should go or we will miss the airship!”, A’viloh explained. “We will spent the day at Camp Cloudtop. I mean, if you want to, of course. But I thought it would cheer you up since you liked that place…”

“I do…”, Rael was a little speechless about the fact that A’viloh seriously seemed to have put thought into a plan to cheer them up.

A’viloh beamed and held up his bag. “I even brought food! We can have lunch at a nice spot like the one we found last time. You can collect some more flowers or herbs or whatever and we can see if Chloé can really fly!”

As happily as not in a long time Rael smiled and was grateful for having such a kind friend.

“Thank you A’vi, that sounds like a wonderful idea…”

[yakuzacanons]

Yakuza Character Drink Headcanons

A brief break from the romance posts since I realize I did two in a row. Also thank you for all of the love you’ve shown my posts. Especially love when y’all write in the tags. Reminder that you can send any submissions or requests of any kind my way. Until then, enjoy this shorter post and I’ll see y’all tomorrow!

Kazuma Kiryu

Mostly drinks just water. Dislikes overly sweet drinks. Will totally go on whiskey distillery tours if given the choice. Favorite alcohol is whiskey. Has never been blackout drunk. When drunk, he just gets tired.

Majima Goro

Likes mildly sweetened drinks as well as sour drinks, like lemonade. Boba weirds him out (”Drinks are for sippin’ Not chewin’ on stuff!”) and he’s not a fan of coffee. Likes all alcohol but loves sharing a beer with Saejima most. A loud menace and easily provoked when drunk.

Saejima Taiga

Black coffee at the start of the day. Likes milkshakes. Fascinated by Ramune (”Why’s this drink got a lil’ ball inside?”) but tends to break them when opening them due to his strength. Favorite alcohol is beer, hands down. Gets hiccups when he drinks but rarely gets more than tipsy.

Akiyama Shun

Drinks mostly fruit juice of any kind. Almost never drinks water, he’s practically a camel. He’s a big fan of champagne but knows it’s not practical so usually gets whiskey or shochu. He’s a flirty drunk and giggles a lot.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Chugs soda like there’s no tomorrow when he’s working. Prefers soda over coffee. During sit down meals, he drinks tea, mostly chrysanthemum tea. Fond of boba drinks. Likes to drink shochu but is a total lightweight.

Ryuji Goda

Really into tea. Especially traditional tea ceremonies. Has his own personal tea set and takes it quite seriously. Honestly doesn’t drink much else. For alcohol, he dabbles in whiskey or champagne but knows his limits very well and will never get publicly drunk.

Mine Yoshitaka

Drinks protein shakes when he works out. Otherwise, it’s mostly water or herbal tea. Is surprisingly into cocktails and finds bartending to be rather interesting. Has a personal minibar at home. Never has more than one drink in public so he never gets drunk outside of his home.

Daigo Dojima

Like Ryuji except with coffee. Very interested in brewing his own coffee and will always take time to brew himself a cup in the morning. Hates instant coffee. Likes rum and whiskey. Drinking gives him headaches so he doesn’t do it often.

Nishikiyama Akira

Smoothies and fruit juice all the way. He does genuinely like the taste but also does it because it’s popular with the ladies. Tries to get into whiskey but really prefers vodka. Not great at knowing his limits with alcohol.

Tachibana Tetsu

It’s coffee in the morning and water at night. Detests soda. The carbonation feels uncomfortable to him. Seldom drinks, mostly because he’s a total lightweight and most alcohol makes him totally nauseous. Likes gin and tonic the most.

Haruka Sawamura

Boba tea drinker. Likes to get all kinds of toppings put into her drink. Blends her own juice at home using fruits from the market. Particularly fond of guava or strawberry juice. Has never tasted alcohol but the smell reminds her of cleaning products.

[tokusaatsus]

—birthdays spent with them!

warnings: none

🪄 a. tsumugi!

tsumugi awakens you with a kiss on the cheek and a mug of your favourite pick-me-up beverage!

he’s usually very busy, but he takes the necessary time off to spend his beautiful partner’s birthday with them!

takes you to a quaint café for breakfast and pays for your meal—all while discreetly (or maybe not so much? he's very free with his affection, especially when it comes to you!) holding your hand under the table.

he tries to plan outings he feels you’d enjoy. he considers all your likes and dislikes, which is sweet of him. he also worries about anything that might cause you undue sadness; will it rain today? if so, he should plan an outing indoors... oh! but if the forecast insists on sun all day long, a walk together in the gardens would be rather nice...

he also tries to bake you a birthday cake, enlisting the help of both natsume and sora to prevent any unexpected bouts of bad luck. it's two tiers, your favourite flavour, and decorated with fondant birds and sprinkles in the shape of diamonds as a nod to his title as the "magician of your heart"~!

gifts you knitted items he made himself, so full of love—and fashionable too! scarves, gloves, and of course, a beanie with cat ears!

takes you out for a lovely candlelit dinner to top it all off, gifts you a rose, and kisses you goodnight, praying fervently this birthday was a success all the while.

🐰 n. nazuna!

nazuna starts your day by making you breakfast in bed. in the ultimate test of his skill as a cook, he prepares all your favourites—fruits cut into cutesy shapes, jars of condiments on the side, and a mug of a steaming hot drink.

then, he gifts you with a morning kiss. happy birthday, love! punctuated with a chaste peck on your lips.

he’s prepared to do whatever you want today! want to go somewhere nice? he’ll use his privileges as an idol to find the nicest things for you. tickets to an amusement park, a table at the fanciest restaurant around; you name it and he'll get it! or maybe you just want to chill and watch a movie at home? he’s cool with that too! just a giant tub of popcorn is shared between you two, tall cups of your favourite drinks and a blanket to cuddle under.

his gift is literally perfect, showcasing his talent as a boyfriend.

like, remember that thing you were talking about a while back? no? well, he does. he goes above and beyond—someone stop him from overspending, please!

and of course, the other ra*bits are there to wish you a happy birthday during lunch, as well as to regale you with tales of nii-chan’s panic-driven madness as he tried to prepare for every eventuality.

but it's for you, so it has to be perfect!

to end it, he takes you out for quiet picnic under the stars, where he kisses you softly, gifts you a promise ring, and asks you to wait with him until he can get you a real one.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 519 words

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[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023- Day 6: Full Spread

Breakfast Time-589 words on AO3 or below Summary: Cas wakes up to find Dean made (more than enough) breakfast

Cas slowly opened his eyes. Another night sleeping, he thinks. With his inconsistent grace levels things like sleeping and eating are becoming a regular occurrence. While there’s a few side effects he dislikes about his waning grace, primarily not being able to help out much on hunts, sleeping isn’t one of them. He especially likes it now that he gets to sleep with Dean. He only wishes he could wake up with him more. 

Falling asleep in general is relatively easy. It’s the waking up part that’s the problem. While he thinks of Dean as an angry sleeper, like a bear, Dean insists that he’s worse. Dean says he tries to wake him up when he gets up but he’s always met with grumbling and ‘go away or I’ll smite you’ so he’s given up trying. He of course has no memory of this and still believes Dean to be lying. 

One good thing about Dean waking up before him is there’s always a hot pot of coffee ready. And judging by the different scents in the air there is more than just coffee waiting today. 

Cas steps into the kitchen to find an array of food spread out on the table. 

Dean looks back from the stove. “Morning, sunshine.” He says, way too chipper for the time of day. “Sit, sit.” he instructs, “I’ll bring you a cup.”

Cas sits, attempting to clear a space on the crowded table. Dean hands him his coffee, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before moving some of the platters to the counter. 

“Sorry about that.” He laughs. 

“Dean, you know Sam and Jack are gone right?” he asks, “There’s quite a bit of food here. Much more than you and I need.”

“I know,” he says, brightly. “You’ve been eating more and I thought it’s high time I made you all the best breakfast foods so you can try them, figure out what you like. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know.” He walks through the kitchen pointing out the different items. “You’ve got pancakes-plain, chocolate chips, different kinds of fruit. Waffles-belgian and regular. French toast!” He says, excited. “A couple different muffin options over here.” He points to the little muffin pile on the counter. “Then of course we got a couple different flavors of bacon and sausage. I did not make Sam’s turkey bacon because that's not bacon. If you want that you’re on your own.” He says laughing. “And last but not least, I’m going to make scrambled eggs, over easy, poached and an omelet. Lots of eggs I know but they’re all so different.”

Cas tries to take it all in. Dean woke up early and did all this, for him. He chose a day when Sam and Jack were gone so he could make this and do all this just for him. He gets up and wraps his arms around Dean, not caring if he gets his clothes dirty. 

“Thank you. For this, for everything. I love you.” He says, overcome with emotion. 

Dean tries to laugh it off. “It was nothing, Cas. We need to eat, right.” He stays in the embrace a second longer before quickly turning back to the stove. 

Cas knows he’s trying to hide the tears in his eyes so he doesn’t comment on it. 

“Ok, first up is the omelet.” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. He turns around, smiling. “You ready?”

“I am.” He’s ready for this and so much more.

[count-alucard-tepes]

Your fav OP Hotties reaction to when their S/O’s fav food is the OP Hotties least fav/hated food

So I know that Oda has already given their favorite and least favorite food but I'll try and elaborate based on my opinion of them and western and eastern cuisines.

Kizaru✨

He likes tempura quite a bit even though it's not food for anyone's health really but he does enjoy it from time to time. Especially if its shrimp! Have this prepared for him and he will tell you all the naughty secrets of the marines. He dislikes anything too spicy but sometimes he tries Akainu's cooking and then he's in pain for a couple of hours later. So when he finds out his S/O likes spicy food, he doesn't mind at all and would usually go to a restaurant where both of them could enjoy their favorite meals.

Akainu🌋

He has a sweet tooth and tends to always have something sweet after his lunch as he can over indulge at times. His favourite dessert is an speculaas tart with almond filling which was introduced to him when he was travelling as a young marine, its not too sweet but it just hits the spot for him. If you ever want to calm him down and make him happy, bring him a large tart and he won't burn you. He dislikes durians and can't get over the smell, it's too much for him. He would lecture his S/O about only eating the fruit outside of the house because of the smell and to brush their teeth immediately after.

Ryokugyu🌱

He loves good Southern spicy fried chicken with gravy and mashed potatoes. This is something he would eat when he breaks his fast and he's gonna eat all he can! He dislikes chocolate muffins, they make his teeth ache. He would lecture his S/O about how much sugar is in the muffin and how bad that is for their body.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He loves creamy chicken Italiano and eats this on a weekly basis out of his regular diet. He enjoys pasta from time to time but is pretty strict with his health and does not indulge too much. He dislikes any dish that has a tomato based sauce despite liking tomatoes, it gives him heart burn. He wouldn't really mind his S/O eating it as long as he doesn't have to eat it.

Doflamingo Donquixote🦩

He likes all kinds of seafood and enjoys having fresh oysters for breakfast every morning with a bit of hot sauce and freshly squeezed lemon juice. He never truly feels awake until he has his oysters. He dislikes fried chicken as he thinks it's way too heavy for him, he likes to keep his sexy body all year long. He would tell his S/O that it's not healthy for the body and that they should find alternative healthier options.

Benn Beckman🔫

He enjoys sushi and sashimi. He usually goes somewhere he could enjoy a meal by himself as there was a time where he didn't know how to eat wasabi and almost saw Kami-San. Shanks never let this down so he now just goes alone. He dislikes coffee ice cream and thinks it's an abomination. He would watch his S/O with a frown before commenting that it looks like baby's poop just to piss his S/O off.

Katakuri Charlotte🍡

He loves having barbecues with his brothers and sisters and of course he's the one in charge at the grill. He makes burgers, hot dogs and lots racks of ribs which he marinates by himself. He could eat barbecued meat forever and be content. He dislikes matcha flavoured desserts, he thinks they're gross. He would cringe as he watched his S/O eat but wouldn't comment or anything like that.

Killer🔪

He enjoys a full Scottish breakfast with eggs, bacon, baked beans, black pudding, scones, tomatoes, mushrooms and haggis all with a nice cup of tea. Usually after eating all of this, he goes into a food coma but he's happy as ever. He dislikes any kind of cheese, he's lactose intolerant. He would make gagging sound when his S/O eats it and would say they have cheese breath.

Kaido🐉

He likes a good helping of tonkatsu with rice and curry as well as an omelet over it. It is his comfort food and he could eat it several times a week. He dislikes edamame and if anyone serves him this would never hear the end of it. He would glare at his S/O and tell them to eat it somewhere else because it smells terrible.

King👑

He really loves eating crabs, especially crab legs. He usually has it with a spicy sauce and rice. When ever Queen wants him to approve something, he treats him with several kilograms of crab legs and he gets the approval he needs. He dislikes cheesy sauces, he thinks its gross on seafood and just doesn't generally like it. He would look at his S/O in disapproval but wouldn't say anything in case he got them mad for something they liked.

Queen 👑

He loves eating roasted pork belly with all the condiments he can have. He doesn't really care much about his health so he tends to eat large amounts of it all the time. He dislikes fruity desserts, he doesn't like fruits in general. He would laugh and say things like, 'you don't need to watch what you eat, love! You're perfect!'.

[halfeaten-mantou]

🧁 old-fashioned YanShen cupcake | Chapter 4/10 | ao3

The pancakes arrive. To Yan Wushi’s untrained tastebuds, they taste okay—just very, very sweet.

Also very sweetly, Yan Wushi gets treated to a free veggie smoothie from his subordinate.

(Thanks to the contract, Yan Wushi tries his best again to get the hang of being like a schoolgirl over the next few weeks. He succeeds at almost everything, maybe except the sugary food.

Shen Qiao worries about his boss's impending fate of either diabetes, or a glucose overdose.

In the end, Yan Wushi doesn't develop diabetes, but he does develop...something else.)

(Continue reading here or under the cut!)

The pancakes were okay—not bad, but definitely way too sweet for Yan Wushi's tastebuds. On the other hand, Shen Qiao was eating them so deliciously that Yan Wushi thinks, with some mirth, that he really should have given his own portion to him.

"Seems like you really weren't lying when you said you didn't dislike pancakes." The small lilt in Yan Wushi's voice carries a tinge of mirth at the unexpected fact, but Shen Qiao is unaffected, and instead earnest in response.

"I certainly don't dislike pancakes. I've always preferred food of the sweet variety, compared to savoury," is Shen Qiao's straightforward answer. "How about you, Mr Yan? You seemed to struggle a little. Are you okay?"

"Needed two cups of black coffee to get them down, but I guess I'll be fine with some practice." Yan Wushi chuckles. "Which brings us to our next topic—what fun things should we do next week?"

"I don't know much about having fun, but I can do a bit of research after today to gather what people usually think of as 'having fun'." Shen Qiao is silent in thought for a moment. "Maybe you can also think about what inspired you to have this idea in the first place. What gave you this idea? Sometimes, revisiting the source of the idea may give birth to more ideas."

Wushi resists the urge to poke fun at the overly-serious but sincere Shen Qiao in front of him—this sort of interaction is way too precious; the initially-reticent Shen Qiao seems to finally be cracking open his shell, even initiating conversational topics now. Yan Wushi decides that maybe it'd be wise to continue holding back on the teasing a little.

"What inspired me…" Yan Wushi strokes his chin, thinking seriously for a moment before he remembers the answer—simultaneously simple but cringey.

"Schoolgirls."

"Schoolgirls…?" Shen Qiao's brows furrow in confusion.

"Yes, schoolgirls, and no, not in a horrible indecent way." Yan Wushi rushes to clarify on seeing Shen Qiao's expression—Shen Qiao must have gotten wind of some horrible indecent untrue rumours again. "Don't worry, I was talking about schoolgirls on the morning news."

"Don't worry either, Mr Yan." Shen Qiao laughs a little at Wushi's uncharacteristic frustration. "I wasn't thinking of any horrible indecent things. I just never expected young girls to inspire such a rich and powerful conglomerate like you."

"Haha, good. Anyway, what I mean is I just saw schoolgirls eating pancakes on TV and started thinking how deprived us old uncles are, compared to them." Yan Wushi sighs. "Can't believe a fifty-year-old wise guy like me actually wants to try doing schoolgirl things."

Aptly enough, two young women walk past, giggling as they chat happily and drink their beverages. Behind them is a fruit smoothie stall, and as Shen Qiao's eyes brush past it, a lightbulb lights up in his head.

"Give me five minutes, Mr Yan." Shen Qiao turns and walks towards the smoothie stall, leaving Wushi in some confusion—is he thirsty?

Turns out it wasn't that Shen Qiao was thirsty, because he places the green frothy drink he’d just bought into Yan Wushi's hands instead.

"If you're sincerely wishing to learn from the schoolgirls on what to do to have fun, it is only right that you emulate their actions precisely." Shen Qiao's voice is somewhat sagely as he says this—almost reminiscent of an old Taoist priest, an ironic contrast to his youthful appearance…as well as the slightly disconcerting contents of his sentence. "Also, I have heard from television programmes that vegetable juice is good for anti-aging purposes. In another perspective, your mission to have fun can also be viewed as a type of 'anti-aging therapy'. Mr Yan, please take your medicine."

Yan Wushi doesn't know whether to laugh or cry—on one hand, he's overjoyed that Shen Qiao is not only reciprocating his silly proposal to do 'fun youthful things', but even going the extra mile, thinking of new ideas way beyond his job scope. On the other hand…it's sort of embarrassing, hearing someone articulate all this age-related jazz out loud for you.

He takes a sip of the green thing, bracing himself a bit in case it tastes like alien blood. Unexpectedly, it's absolutely fantastic.

"Whoa, never thought vegetables tasted so good in liquid form," Wushi marvels. "Even fifty-year-olds learn something new every day."

"That's right. Longstanding neuroscientific research has already proven that the human brain is well-equipped with the capacity to learn something adaptive everyday, anatomical age notwithstanding. And consuming vegetables is good—good for the body, and good for the environment." Shen Qiao smiles, and it's all warm and sweet and caring, and despite the weird professor-like stuff he’s saying about human brains and eating vegetables, Yan Wushi is feeling rejuvenated—both by the green drink, and by the man in green.

He also realises that said man in green didn't actually get a green drink for himself, so he pushes the drink into his hands and the straw into his mouth.

Shen Qiao looks at him, confused.

"You don't have a drink. That's unfair, right?"

"I'm not thirsty." He removes his mouth from the straw.

"What, you're saliva-conscious?"

"No, it's not that." Shen Qiao's face starts turning slightly pink, but as if to prove himself, he takes a sip. "You're right, it's good."

"Good, right? Drink half."

Just then, the taxi Yan Wushi has ordered arrives, and he walks off to accost the car, leaving a surprised Shen Qiao in his wake, wondering why his boss seems like a different person from how he'd treated him the first two days when they'd first met, as well as how he's been rumoured to be.

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The next Friday night, Shen Qiao receives a short text message with a Google Maps link.

The location for your next overtime assignment. See you there tomorrow at 10.

He clicks, and it's a shop selling ice cream on crepes. It looks delicious, but he remembers that Mr Yan already could not handle the pancakes previously, and he's wondering if his boss might be forcing himself to ingest things in the name of schoolgirl emulation.

He’s feeling rather impressed at his boss's sense of mission.

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Two Friday nights later, Shen Qiao receives the next job location with a Google Maps link.

The crepes last week were very enjoyable; he'd gotten matcha ice cream topped with sweet Japanese red beans, while Mr Yan had gotten the standard Neapolitan chocolate, strawberry and vanilla cream. He'd eaten them very deliciously, but his boss not so much—he was struggling to finish them, looking a little green as he did.

This time, it's a waffle joint famous for chocolate-coated Belgian waffles and homemade whipped cream.

Sense of mission aside, he starts to worry if his boss might be pushing himself too far.

Three Friday nights later, Shen Qiao receives the expected text message. He clicks, and it's a shop selling 'sugoi-kawaii', 'super-Instagrammable', skyscraper-tall chocolate mint parfaits.

The boss hadn't lasted very long into his waffle before he started cringing.

The waffle was a small, short square. In comparison, their next mission is…a mountain that Shen Qiao doesn’t think his boss can scale.

Seems like the boss has really decided to challenge himself this time.

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"…are you really sure you want to go ahead with the parfaits, Mr Yan?" Shen Qiao queries, brows knitted in concern. "I noticed that you’ve been finding only sugary places to visit, even though you did say that you much prefer savoury food."

"I ran out of ideas," is Yan Wushi's slightly sheepish response. "Also, I thought you might appreciate them since you like sweet things."

(Yan Wushi doesn’t tell him, but it’s really more of the second reason.)

Shen Qiao is slightly silent—his facial expression is a mix of shock and worry. He's also looking somewhat apologetic.

"…Mr Yan, I'm sure you're getting something wrong here. We're not here to help me have fun. We're here to help you have fun." He leans slightly forward onto the bistro table, looking extremely serious. "And we're here to help you have fun. Not torture you. I’m sure we can find many ways to 'have fun' that don't involve sugar.”

Hearing this, Yan Wushi feels…somewhat conflicted. Yes, he's weak against things which are too sweet. But the past few Saturdays were actually pleasantly spent despite the potential for diabetes—watching Shen Qiao eat sweets happily; living vicariously via the way his eyes light up when he delicately spoons small mouthfuls of dessert in the neatest yet most delicious manner…

...and perhaps he doesn’t even know it himself yet, but if he’d been any more aware of the feelings brewing in his gut, he'd realise that he’d gladly die of a glucose overdose.

"Aww. A-Qiao is caring for me." Wushi puts his head on his hands, grinning as he tilts his head to the side in an annoying gesture, though he's really just trying to divert the topic, really. Unfortunately, Shen Qiao's unfazed—he’s not buying the topic change.

"This needs to change, Mr Yan. If you're not opposed, I will take charge of the research on places to visit from now onwards, and try to include a varied mix of locations that are safe and healthy," Shen Qiao smiles. "And, good for anti-ageing purposes." The extra emphasis on the word is subtle, but Wushi hears it anyway.

"Ow," Wushi fake-grimaces, but he barely manages to suppress the grin escaping his face. "Never knew this A-Qiao had it in him to make fun of old folks."

Truth be told…Yan Wushi really does feel like he's been getting somewhere lately. For starters, he's managed to let Shen Qiao let his guard down and relax, at least a little. At least enough to make small banter, and to not recoil at being called affectionate nicknames like 'A-Qiao'. He wonders how he'd react if he now moves on to calling him 'my A-Qiao', like that time when he'd accidentally transgressed the boundaries.

Except that thought makes his own heart hurt a little, because any idiot with a brain would know that Shen Qiao isn't his.

These past few weeks have been fun, but he has had a nagging sense of discomfort about their current situation, and whether it was really appropriate. Yes, it's an official work contract that they'd both signed, and he was getting paid overtime plus getting fed, so he didn't have to feel all that bad about siphoning away Shen Qiao's time on Saturdays—but to be certain, was he in fact disrupting any of Shen Qiao's plans?

Specifically, Shen Qiao's date plans?

He'd overheard the office ladies talking about it the other day—about how Shen Qiao was "at the prime age to marry and start a family", and "definitely did not have to worry about getting a pretty and kind wife because he was such a good catch". He'd even overheard some of them making plans to set him up with their friends or children. And in this judgmental collectivistic society that is China, starting a family isn't just a personal issue—it is a concern that even outsiders find normal to pry their noses into, and gossip about endlessly, as if it were their own family they were talking about.

While Yan Wushi may be an asshole who's never thought of starting a family, he wasn't so much of an asshole that he'd literally prevent someone from starting a family—that would be some life-wrecking business. Yan Wushi is one to wreck businesses, but he isn't one to wreck lives.

And the irony is that all the ‘fun stuff’ they've been doing the entire time were exactly the things that couples do on dates. Wouldn't Shen Qiao feel way better to be doing all these cute things with a pretty and kind young lady? Wouldn’t it be better for his future—for the future he might want to build for himself, with a future spouse, and prospective future children?

Yan Wushi has rarely, if ever, been worried for other humans. In fact, he's always been renowned for causing worry for other humans. But now that this kind, pure soul has dropped into his life like a snowflake on a spring day, he gets his very first taste of this emotion. And it hasn't been the sweetest taste to experience.

The parfaits arrive, and he pushes his worries to the side for later—they've got other things to conquer at the moment; specifically, a skyscraper-tall parfait of strawberries and cream.

"You're right—I do need a bit of a sugar detox for the next few weeks." Yan Wushi admits to this, but he wasn't one to back down from a mission he'd decided to take on. "I’ll gladly take you up on that offer to stop with the sweets. But for now, our last sweet mission will be to eat these things, and before that…I think they said we're supposed to do something like take ‘wefies’ and put them on ‘Instagrammable’ or somewhere. The recommendation blog said it’s a waste to buy such expensive parfaits without posing with them…or something."

Shen Qiao laughs softly.

"What, did I say something wrong? Anyway, I think this is the most difficult challenge so far, because I'm so going to become the laughing stock of the century. Imagine me, an old man, taking a picture with a cherry-topped parfait." Yan Wushi facepalms—he hasn’t forgotten that everyone else exists around them.

All of a sudden, Shen Qiao whips out his own phone, turns to face the back, and lifts the phone into the air.

"3, 2, 1," Shen Qiao says, and Yan Wushi is caught like a deer in the headlights.

Before Wushi can process what's going on, Shen Qiao is appraising the wefie he'd just taken, nodding and smiling, visibly satisfied at the end product.

Yan Wushi is stunned—both at the proactive way Shen Qiao has willingly taken the lead to do silly things together with an old guy over the past weeks, and how happy he looks doing this now.

"…I can't believe you're willing to do all these silly kitschy things with me."

Shen Qiao looks at him blankly for a moment, and Yan Wushi starts regretting saying what he'd just said—strange, uncharacteristic things that may well make him retract his willingness. It is then that he sees the gaze in Shen Qiao's eyes—it's conviction, reminiscent of the time weeks ago they'd tried to topple more than five companies together, Yan Wushi for his own selfish interests and Shen Qiao for the good of the people.

But this time, this conviction to be good to people is directed at him, of all people. And Yan Wushi doesn't know what to feel—after all, he’s never been good to people, and naturally, people haven’t been good to him back.

He'd never expected that even at the ripe old age of fifty, meeting just one person could really catalyse a whole storm of new experiences.

"I'll be happy to help you achieve the happinesses you'd missed out on previously," Shen Qiao's voice is soft and firm as he smiles. "I'd meant it when I said that on the first day we signed the extra contract, and I still mean it now."

Yan Wushi wishes he deserved all of this.

All of this, and Shen Qiao.

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[pinkfestivalpeanuttree]

abfd uriel sun wukong idol group and Gabriel (uriel's fiancee) go to get ice cream

Uriel and Gabriel share a Neapolitan parfait or sundae, something's that's really over-the-top sugary with tons of toppings. Uriel loves it, Gabriel says that she dislikes it but secretly likes it. If they had gotten their own ice creams, Uriel would have ordered strawberry, again, with lots of toppings, and Gabriel would have gotten chocolate.

Sun Wukong either gets banana or some really, really, really weird flavor, like pizza ice cream or something meat flavored or Cheetos or monkey food, whatever that is. I looked it up, those ice cream flavors do exist, unfortunately (except monkey food. i don't even know what that would be)

Abyssal Black Flame Dragon gets something dark and edgy that "matches the darkness of [his] soul" or something (it probably comes in a kids cup and with a toy) but ends up not liking it that much. The others pick up on this, and Uriel finishes the ice cream for him while Sun Wukong orders him something else while making him promise to pay him back (a promise that everyone conveniently "forgets") (this is literally that meme "how black do you want your coffee" "as black as my soul" "okay just milk then")

999th Gang + Secretive Plotter + Most Ancient Dream + Lee Sookyoung (the Outer Gods kidnap her from prison because they don't know how to take care of a child) also get ice cream

Yoo Joonghyuk insists that if they wanted ice cream, he could make it better, and only orders mint chocolate chip after everyone else peer pressures him, starting a controversy over whether mint chocolate chip is good or not. After they get back to the house, Yoo Joonghyuk makes 20 different flavors of ice cream from scratch and obviously it's way better than what the store was selling, but it's not like anyone tells him that.

Uriel planned to order strawberry, but sees some weird spicy flavor like peppermint chili (also a real flavor) and gets that to fulfill her curiosity and her morbid taste in spicy foods. She eats the entire cone and loves it. Everyone else is appalled.

Kim Namwoon was going to order something edgy like ABFD, but Lee Jihye orders peach and he orders the same thing to match with her, at which point she changes her order to salted caramel. He ends up finding a new favorite flavor though.

Lee Hyunsung normally gets whatever is the special of the day, but that day, the special was something he definitely didn't like, so after a long time agonizing over what to order, he just got vanilla.

Kim Dokja tried to pick the cheapest option, but the others encouraged him (read: bullied him affectionately) to order something nice. He got mint chocolate chip like Yoo Joonghyuk. They were glad he said what he wanted but the ones who were on the "mint chocolate chip is bad" side were dismayed.

Lee Sookyoung also gets something really weird, but while Sun Wukong chose flavors that should not be made into ice cream, she picks flavors that could theoretically be good on their own but terrible when combined. Example: Carrot Pistachio Mint (not an ice cream flavor as far as I know but I saw a cupcake with a similar flavor once). Lemon Chili. Cherry Citrus Bubblegum (I wrote the first two, went, "Those two are both fruits and might go together. I've never had them together before, how would I know if it's bad? I need to make this worse," and added bubblegum at the last minute). Everyone else agrees that she's insane.

[englishstrawbie]

For the lyric prompt thingie :)

"Used to wear my sadness like a choker, yeah, it had me by the throat. Tonight, I feel I'm draped in it like a loose garment: I just let it flow..."

Loose Garment by MUNA

Lucy/Kate

Lucy leaving her appointment with the Kahuna, maybe? Idk this one always gives me "breakup era Kacy" vibes.

Thank you for this prompt! It was interesting to get inside of Lucy's head in those sad and angst-filled days, when we're used to seeing them so happy right now. Quite the challenge and I enjoyed it! I hope I did it justice. 😊

A link to the song

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It’s early afternoon when Lucy steps out of the small shack, the sun at its brightest and warming everything it touches. It wraps around her like a blanket and she is grateful for the comfort it brings. Today was her third session with the Kahuna, and she has found each one opening her up a little bit more. It is not easy for her and she is left feeling exposed, a vulnerability she doesn’t like and usually tries to avoid.

But not this time.

She would never tell Ernie this, but he was right about the Kahuna. Her visits to him have been positive and she is working through the grief she feels at the end of her relationship. At the way it ended, and how it was snatched from her just as she was falling in love. It took a while for her to lean into the Kahuna’s practices and she still finds some of what he says a little kooky, but he is slowly teaching her to embrace it all, to let herself feel sad and angry and heartbroken instead of burying it deep inside and pretending like it doesn’t matter.

Because it does matter.

Abandoning her car, Lucy wanders across the street towards the water. She has no intention of stepping foot on the sand, of course, but the beach will be busy, full of day trippers and holidaymakers, and she isn’t ready to go home to a silent apartment just yet. She grabs a cup of shaved ice from a nearby cart, choosing a pineapple topping – a subtle defiance to Kate’s dislike for the fruit – and finds an empty bench to sit on.

Leaning back, Lucy looks out across the water at the bodies swimming through the waves and the boards that bob up and down on the surf. She inhales deeply, taking in the smell of the sand and sea – familiar to anyone who lives on a tropical island, but stirring new memories now. Of being roused on a Saturday morning with salty kisses, of droplets of seawater falling onto her chest, of unwanted grains of sand making their way into the bed.

It causes Lucy to feel overwhelmed with a loneliness that threatens to bring tears to her eyes. She blinks them back, even though she knows the Kahuna would tell her to let them fall, because she’s still Lucy Tara and she isn’t someone who cries in public over a broken heart. She doesn’t fight the ache in her heart though, instead letting herself feel sad until it is ready to subside.

Her cup of shaved ice is starting to melt in the heat and Lucy takes a bite, enjoying the sweetness of the syrup. She still remembers the look on Kate’s face when she had presented her with breakfast, only to turn her nose up at the way the juice from the pineapple had – in Kate’s words – infected all the other fruits and pastries on the plate. She still remembers the way Kate had tipped her head back and laughed when Lucy had pointed out that this is why it pays to make too much food for breakfast, because at least she’d have options.

God, she misses that laugh and the way Kate’s face lights up when she smiles.

Lucy hasn’t seen her since her apology in the bullpen and she is pretty sure that Kate is avoiding coming by, despite being the FBI’s NCIS liaison. She sometimes finds herself listening out for the sound of clipped heels on the hard floor or waiting for the waft of floral perfume that gives away her presence – disappointed when it doesn’t come. She berates herself for craving her company, tells herself it makes her weak, but the Kahuna is teaching her that it is okay to miss her and that forgiveness is the first step towards healing.

She wants to heal.

With the sun getting stronger, Lucy wipes her brow and stands up, throwing her empty cup into the nearby trashcan and heading to her car. It is like she is on autopilot as she drives the familiar coastal road to the tall apartment block that she knows so well. She pulls into an empty parking space outside and takes the elevator to the twelfth floor.

Pausing outside the door, her bravery wavers a little, but she forces herself to lift her hand and knock sharply three times.

There is a patter of bare feet on hard wooden floors and the click of the lock, and she braces herself as the door opens.

“Lucy.” Kate’s voice is full of surprise and she shakes her head, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgive you,” Lucy says, the words falling from her mouth before she can stop them.

Kate stares at her, dumbfounded at her unexpected visit, and Lucy feels the need to fill the silence.

“You said you were sorry and I… I forgive you,” Lucy says.

With those three words, she feels some of the weight of her grief lift: the first step to healing.

“You do?”

Lucy nods. “I don’t wanna be mad any more, it’s too hard,” she admits. “And we still have to work together, right?”

Kate smiles – a quick upturn of lips that never reaches her eyes, which have always given away everything she is feeling. There is an awkwardness between them that Lucy wishes wasn’t there but she can’t bring herself to let down all the walls she has built up since the last time she was at this door. It is going to take a lot more sessions with the Kahuna before she is able to do that.

“Well, I should go,” Lucy says. “I guess I’ll see you at Pearl?”

“Yeah, I need to stop by and see Tennant on Monday,” Kate says.

Monday. At least Lucy will be prepared when she shows up.

She turns and starts to walk towards the elevator, pausing when Kate calls out her name.

‘Don’t say it,’ she thinks to herself. She remembers how close Kate was to declaring her love that night in the bullpen and Lucy had cut her off, knowing it is the one thing that might make her crumble; and she doesn’t want that. She holds her breath and turns.

“Thank you,” is all Kate says.

Lucy exhales slowly, before offering her a half-smile, the best she can do in the circumstances.

“I’ll see you, Kate.”

[ownedbyeddiemunson]

Hold my tears and I’ll hold yours.

Warnings: Fluff, vulgar description and language. Intimacy. Etc.

Arthur never had been with a woman nor believed he’d ever in his life. His mother left a bitter taste in his mouth so women never interested him. Even so — he seeked his interest elsewhere. In men at the late hours of the night. Places that if his face would be seen, no one would bat an eye. That until his father secretly found out. His son, his only first born son was a faggot.

“How did you learn all that?” Arthur asked, for he was curious how she lead their bodies to mend so well and for so long. Playing with her light brown hair that curled around his finger — he let her conclude an answer.

She didn’t reply as she laid there next to him for a short moment. He could see the thoughts flooding her head, the hesitation as she bit the inside of her bottom lip. She looking anywhere else but his eyes.

“From studying the human condition.” She finally replied. They met again. That lively green and his brown oh so light. Their eyes dancing and yet again he waited. “I would watch, and observe. I’d paint and draw, and one night I found myself in a place that was more raw and rare.”

“You wound up in a whorehouse?” Arthur raised an eyebrow asking bluntly. His curly lock falling upon his forehead. She turned her head with a snap, pressing her lips together with a look of playful annoyance.

“It was more than that. Exclusively it was a place not many would go but wouldn’t be victimized and shamed upon.” He laid there, looking away for a moment allowing her words to flood his ears. He knew of a place just like that here in England. So, without giving away to much, he looked back into her eyes continuously listening. He can admit it now, he loved hearing her talk. “When I met her, I swear it was like pure and utter bliss. But as a person.” She smiled, tears trying she tried not to beckon in her eyes.

“What is her name?” He asked softly. Griping the soft sheets underneath his finger tips, ever so gently stemming.

“Her name was Magnolia, some would call her a filthy whore.” There was tears pegging her eyes, a break later and they’d be ready to fall down her puffy, red cheeks. “But I’d call her the most beautiful creature that ever walked this cruel and unforgiving earth.” And that’s when they fell. Warm hot, wet tears. Arthur watched, the twinkle on her eyes from the fire illuminating her pain. A hitch in his breath, a small gesture that recognized he knew.

“What happened to her?” He spoke ever so softly. He treaded this foreign land very, very carefully. But ever so gently with no intention of malice.

“She was murdered.” She pressed her lips together. Her stare never broke his, but he could feel the burn. “And ever since I left America, I have made it my life’s pursuit to seek out the monster who took her from me.” She nearly croaked, her voice breaking. Author didn’t like the pain she was in, he felt it like a wave of suffocation. He ran his pinky finger down her arm and soon enough met his with hers. She didn’t hesitate to interlock. “You should have seen her Arthur.” A soft sob left her lips. “She was like the sun, so ever warming and kind and generous. She knew the risks and the dirty little secrets to survive in this world. But she always found a way to make anyone around her happy.” A soft break. Then she nearly whispered. “She was everything to me.” She cuddled onto him now, nudging her face into the nook of his neck. Holding so tightly onto someone all new and meaningful to her. And if Compenyson ever touched Arthur again. She’d break him.

“If I lose you too. I don’t know what I’d do.” She admitted wholeheartedly. And for Arthur to hear that, he too let a warm tear escape his glossing eyes.

I might make an Arthur Havisham fanfic. Just saying. Our fruity fruit cup. I know he’s gay definitely. But it wasn’t completely established if he only liked men so I’m going to head-cannon him as bisexual. Mainly because of his possible dislike for most women because of his mother and most other horrible woman. Except an exception. 👀

[tarotwitchy]

{pick-a-card readings}

💟 ALL CREDITS BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF THESE IMAGES!

For this PAC, I want to do something really colorful and loud since it was my birthday on the 8th! I received a lot of Macarons since everybody knows they're my favorite sweets.

I know it's been a long time since I posted anything Tarot related on this blog. But I thought I'd give a birthday surprise to my followers with something FS related. And it's my first time doing a 6-pile reading, so I hope you enjoy! 🥰

Pick the pile that you feel drawn to, or is standing out to you the most in this selection. You can choose your favorite color; but using your intuition when choosing is the best method.

❌ Please do not plagiarize my work, or post it elsewhere without my permission and credits. Thank you! ❌

Pile 1: Pistachio Green

8 of Cups • Death • 4 of Cups • Elephany

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

Right off the bat, your Future Spouse is someone who isn't afraid of deviating from the tried and tested methods of society. If a certain norm isn't working out for them, they can immediately turn their back against those close-minded people who keep on insisting that there is only one way of doing things. For example, this type of attitude can reflect in their workplace. Your Future Spouse is someone who isn't afraid to voice out their opinions on things they deem wrong. If the workplace hierarchy is unjust and unfair, they would most likely be the first person to report these unfair treatments to the HR — or the higher-ups.

It is because of this that most people tend to dislike and avoid your Future Spouse. Most people are afraid of the new and the novel because they don't like going off the beaten path. Majority of the people that surrounds them are those who are wary of fresh ideas, or spearheading new methods of development. However, your Future Spouse is someone bold, outspoken, creative, and very open-minded towards contemporary thinking. If something sparks their interest, they'll most likely explore that idea without hesitation.

On the other hand, your Future Spouse is someone who can be hampered down by negativity every now and then. Don't get me wrong; they are strong-willed and can hold their own against those who doubt them. It's not easy to rile them up. But they have the tendency to bottle up their feelings until it eats them from the inside without anyone else knowing about how they truly feel. And for that, they'd hope that the partner they'll get is someone who can understand what they're going through without the need for too much words. I believe that those who picked this pile are those who are sensitive to emotional disturbances around them, and can help this person to cope with their negative feelings in a healthy way. You'll be their safety net and their safe space.

Pile 2: Wisteria Purple

9 of Pentacles • Ace of Cups • King of Wands • Wolf

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

Your Future Spouse is someone who is very self-assured in their position in life. They know their own power, their capabilities, the strength of their words, their confidence, and their survival skills. Just like the previous pile, they aren't afraid to go off the beaten path. They know that in order for you to rise above the challenges, you have to let go of the systems and people who no longer help you reach your full potential. Now, this might sound cutthroat and harsh; but your Future Spouse isn't afraid of sacrificing some things in order to make way for the greater good. They can even compromise their own comforts for a little while if they see that this will have a fruitful outcome.

Furthermore, your Future Spouse is someone who isn't greedy. They aren't afraid of sharing the resources they can afford to give. They've been in the position of helplessness in the past. And they can feel for those who can't help themselves. They give opportunities to those who seek it. I feel like this will inspire you to become a greater version of yourself as well. Your Future Spouse will inspire you to rise to the greediness and injustices that this society does to each other. They are also someone who won't hold you indebted if they helped you financially. If you needed a little assistance, they will give you more than you need; and they won't hold it against you. Just seeing you thrive and achieve your goals will make them feel very proud of you.

And because of this, your Future Spouse is financially capable and stable. They've earned their riches, their material wealth, and all the things they have in their possession. They've worked hard on it, and they know the hardships that most people go through. This makes them empathize with others easily. If they own a company, you won't see them being unfair and cruel to their workers. They pay and treat their employees right because they know how it feels to be in their position. They know how cruel and cunning some business owners are in order to secure extra income. They won't be like that, and I know that as their partner, you'll be proud of your Future Spouse for being just. And you'll sleep well at night knowing that the money is earned in the right way.

Pile 3: Red Velvet

5 of Wands • 8 of Wands • King of Swords • Black Egg

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

As I am typing this, the time is exactly 11:11AM. When these cards showed up, I already know that your Future Spouse is someone who has a touch of destiny in them. When someone gets the King of Swords as a descriptive card, you get someone who is outspoken and decisive. Coupled with the Black Egg card, your Future Spouse is someone who won't allow other people to pressure them into doing something they don't want to do. They are never afraid to say "no" in the face of the best persuasive salesperson. This isn't to say that they are rude or uncouth; they're just protective of their boundaries and their limitations, and that no one is allowed to cross them with the use of sweet-talking or under-the-table schemes of other people around them.

With the combination of 5 and 8 of Wands, your Future Spouse is someone who worked for literally every single thing they owned from the ground up. They may have even come from an impoverished background during their childhood. Their household may not have been stable, and their family may have fostered the behavior of competing against each other's siblings for material resources. It is with this childhood upbringing that made them the person they are today — someone who will do everything in their power to get what they need in order to achieve the life of comfort, and not left wanting. There's a theme of healing childhood wounds here.

In relationships, your Future Spouse may not be the most romantic partner. They may have a hard time expressing their emotions to you because this isn't what they grew up with in their household. They weren't allowed to voice out their feelings. So, I believe that their love language could be Giving Gifts or Acts of Service. They express their devotion through demonstrations, not words. They will also expect the same from you as they are very much a give-and-take kind of person. Also, they would most likely appreciate it if you would sit them down and talk about your issues with them in a clear, logical way than emotional displays of distress. (They don't know what to do with tears, reader. 😅)

Pile 4: Aqua Blue

King of Wands • 10 of Cups • 8 of Swords • King Cobra

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

Immediately, I got the sense that your Future Spouse is someone that is very responsible — almost to a fault. But they are someone that a lot of people depend on! They are someone experienced when it comes to taking on huge roles in their workplace, or that they are prominent figures in their communities. For some of you, they may even be a politician or someone who works in the government. That's how important their role is. People who know them will tell you that your Future Spouse is someone trustworthy and reliable when it comes to handling important business that others are counting on. They may even be regional managers, executive project handlers, soldiers, military officers, or chief executive officers. (Regardless of sexual and gender orientation!)

The flip-side to this is that deep inside, they feel really restricted by the obligations and responsibilities they have. The fact that a lot of people look up to them for progression and development is a huge pressure on their shoulders that they keep bottled up all this time. Your Future Spouse may have the idea that in order to live "properly," one has to have immense duties make yourself useful. Now, that isn't necessarily wrong, per se. But there's a distinction between being an active part of your community, and martyrdom. At this point, your Future Spouse is doing their duties at the expense of their comfort, safety, and sanity.

I believe that your role to them as their partner is to remind them that we are only human; and that we aren't responsible for every single person that we come across with. There is the value of helping people who are in need of a lending hand. But you know what they say, "teach a man how to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime." And in your partnership, your Future Spouse may also teach you the value of being lenient towards community service. This is a connection of teaching each other the instilled values from one another, and balancing each other out.

Pile 5: Citrus Orange

6 of Pentacles • 7 of Wands • 4 of Wands • Camel

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

Your Future Spouse can be described as someone whose focus in life is on the well-being and security of their family. Just like Pile 3, they might not have been born with a silver spoon in their mouths. For some, they might even have to stop schooling for a year or two just to make ends meet for the family's financial situation. But in spite of the hardships, your Future Spouse does not harbour ill-will towards their family for these challenges. Instead, they want to make things better for everyone else so their siblings, parents, grandparents, and even their relatives won't have to experience financial lack in this lifetime ever again. They work not just for themselves but for those who need their help. Maybe they have a younger sibling who's still in school. Your Future Spouse may be the one who pays the tuition fee, or provides materials for them to finish their education because they experienced how it feels to halt their own education — and they don't want their siblings to experience that.

This is just a general hunch... but for some of you, your Future Spouse belongs to the marginalized group of people who really have no choice but to pull themselves up with whatever scraps of resources are thrown their way. Perhaps, they experienced evictions throughout their childhood and experienced homelessness, and that really made them extremely determined to have a stable and secure home for themselves and their loved ones. This type of outlook in life runs deep for your Future Spouse.

There will be two types of people who will choose this particular pile — those who had the same type of childhood experiences as your Future Spouse, and those who are relatively privileged enough to afford the comforts and security in life. For those who knows how it feels like to live in less than desirable situations, you will be able to understand your Future Spouse in an entirely deep level. You will share this vulnerability with them, and will understand where they're coming from. You won't be one of those people who'll tell them that their worries are exaggerated because you know how it feels like to lose everything you have. For those people who lived their childhoods comfortably, even if you can't completely empathize with your Future Spouse, the best thing you can do is to hear them out. Do not belittle or invalidate their traumas and fears even if they sounds ridiculous to you at times. They'll thank you for that, and you'll be their most trusted and valued confidante.

Pile 6: Galaxy Swirl

The Lovers • The Magician • The Tower • Raccoon

Note: This PAC does not describe the whole rundown of your Future Spouse's personality. These are just the little things about them that you should know outside of their main personalities.

This is, by far, the most intense pile out of all. And I didn't do it on purpose to put this spread on the fancy looking macarons; it just fell like this. All Major Arcana cards with three contrasting meanings speak loudly about the type of person your Future Spouse is. The Lovers card in this scenario makes me feel like they are someone who's been through different types of relationships in the past. They've experienced a wide array of relationship dynamics with different people, which makes them quite well-versed when it comes to handling emotional matters with romantic partners. They know how to woo someone based on emotional displays of the person they're trying to win over. I'd also like to add that they're someone who is really decisive about who they want to be with, their conviction over the partnership when other people around them aren't approving of the relationship, and their overall grounded nature of sureness.

The Magician may signify you Future Spouse's ability to be like a jack-of-all-trades. They know a whole lot about specific things that most people would not know about, or only experts would understand. The gas pipe in the kitchen is leaking? They can surely fix that immediately. Your phone's speakers aren't working? Give them a few minutes, and it's back in top shape. Writing a paper about Mesopotamian literature? They can tell you all about it and more, you're guaranteed to get a perfect score. Think of the character MacGyver — and mix Aladdin in the picture, and you get the perfect smooth talker plus smooth operator person.

However, The Tower card is telling me something else. There's the tendency for this person to crash and burn, if you know what I mean. Sure, they really know how to pull themselves out of a negative situation. But it's through their own impulsive actions that will be their own undoing. It's like stepping on the gas going on a hundred miles per hour without slowing down on curved roads. As their partner, the best thing you could do for them is to ground them back to reality. Grounding is a good way to slow them down, take a moment to assess the situation instead of rushing in like a raging bull, head first. You have the ability to calm them, and make them see another way of doing things with the least amount of damage. It's like you'll be their "emergency stop button" for when things get out of hand, and beyond their expertise. Overall, there's a give and take symbiosis between you and your Future Spouse. 🙂

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(if you’re still taking asks) julian my friend julian

oklet it be known im obsessed with this freak i love him. i love him. ok. autism win. i love him. hi. he is eveythinng to me ok?

hi

favorite thing about them: hard to choose but i think i just loveee adoreeee the way he develops as a chara from the early to mid seasons.. before his whole moody grimdark dominion war depressed #girl arc like its soooo interesting to see him go from starry eyed and smart-but-stupid to like... the deeply complex fruit that he is. idk. idk. idk. putting my head in my hands rn and dissolving my brain into goo i love him so much. and hes so GD pretty it makes me smack my head into a wall until i pass away

least favorite thing about them: fanon -_- dislike the way ppl only engage with him as half of a ship. saying this as a self identified gashir girlie. also see NOTP but thats less of a bashir problem and more of a TV WRITERS ARE STUPID IDIOTS WHO I HATE problem

favorite line: I need to borrow.

A cup.

Of goo.

Please?

Ill give it back

brOTP: JULIAN AND JADZIA PLEEEAAAEAEEASEEEEE IS THIS THING ON??HELLO

OTP: gashir goes without saying. Jiles nation RISE. Jodo July is upon us. Jowron Jaturday. Juark Jecember. hi

nOTP: anytime he romances oneof his patients it makes me tear my hair out and turn off the tv and barf i cant stand that shit in any media ever DO NOT GET INVOLVED WITH YOUR PATIENTS BRO ISNT THAT LIKE THE NUMBER ONE RULE? HELLO? ITS SO NAST MAKES ME SO UNCOMFY COME ON JUIAN YOURE BETTER THAN THIS COME ONNNN

random headcanon: eherm i think it would be cool if he had also tried his hand not just at tennis but he seems like the guy who would fence (he seems like the saber type. DEFINITELY NOT BIASED BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DID NOT USED TO FENCE.) also he seems like he used to do dance or theater lol. oh my god theater kid julian bashir just made me want to die actually for real straight up i gotta get out of here NOW

favorite picture of them

[thatonegaytheaterkid]

Ok ok so can I request headcanons for each male bnha character as a drink?

I don't know if you meant like alcoholic drinks or just drinks in general so I went with non-alcoholic and since you didn't specify what any particular characters you wanted I just did whoever I wanted!

There's a cap on the amount of images per post so if you want a second part I'd be happy to do it since making this was really fun!

Bnha men as drinks

Denki

- Ok but but tell me he isn't lemon juice or lime juice

- IF NOT THEN HE'S DEFINITELY SOMETHING SOUR OR OVERLY SWEET

- He's 100% taken a shot of it as a dare and actually liked it

- Every now and then he buys one of those tiny bottles of it (the ones that look like a lemon) and throughout the day he'll drink the whole thing

- His favourite thing to do with it is buying a small bottle with a ton of sour candy and mix all of it together and try to drink all of it in one go (he ended up vomiting it all out one time)

Aizawa

-So this one is pretty obvious but he's coffee (specifically black coffee)

- He always drinks it whenever he's tired or stressed

- He drinks about 2-3 cups a day, he's trying to slow down on how much he drinks so he doesn't get a caffeine addiction but he ends up just forgetting about it and by the end of the day he'll realise how much he drank and be like 'ok so I'll just not drink as much for the next couple of days' and surprise surprise, he ends up drinking the same amount, sometimes even more than the previous day

- When he's at home he even has a small mug collection, he gets mugs as gifts every now and then from his students and colleagues

Kirishima

- HA

- YOU WERE EXPECTING SOME KIND OF ENERGY DRINK WEREN'T YOU, WELL YOU WERE WRONG-

- It's specifically the strawberry banana flavour, he could also be the mango one but I just have an inkling this is the one he'd be

- He just really likes the taste of it

- Whenever he goes to small stores and whatnot for snacks, if he sees one of these on the shelves(the freezer looking ones with yogurt and stuff, i forgot the name) he always has a small smile

- He'll usually pick up about two of them and finish them in like 5 minutes

- Every now and then he gets a craving for it and heads to any store that he can just to find one (if it doesn't have his favourite one he looks like a kicked puppy and settles for something else)

- It's just one of those specific drinks that he'll only buy from a single brand because they make it the best

Izuku

- Ok so my first thought was actually Mountain Dew but the more I thought about it the more this made sense

- Well first off he just likes the taste of it, he doesn't get the whole 'milk tastes bad and you're weird for drinking it' thing, his mom used to give him a lot when he was younger and he just continued to drink it

-He also drinks it because it strengths bones and has lots of protein so it's perfect for him

- Sometimes he tries different flavours of it, he likes the strawberry and chocolate ones, he isn't a big fan of the banana and vanilla but his favourite is just the classic normal one

- He's tried almond milk and stuff similar to that, he doesn't like dislike it but he wouldn't buy it on his own if he saw it on a shelf in a store

Tokoyami

- He loves it but he hardly drinks it because the ones that are sold in stores taste way too artificial and he doesn't like them

- Just to be able to drink it he bought one of those fruit juice squeezer things (literally no clue what they're called, but it's that thing that you just put like an orange in it and it squeezes out all the juice from it)

- He just buys a good few pomegranates and just makes his own, he makes enough for two jugs since the rest of the class likes it as well

- He likes pomegranates just in general as well, a lot of people tend to spit the seeds out but he doesn't since they're edible and he actually likes them, he likes eating them as a small snack while studying

[therenlover]

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

a/n: I don’t honestly know how I came up with this. I guess I just really liked the yogurt I bought (I have big Gilear Faeth vibes rn) and decided I wanted to share it with all the Evans and you guys. I hope you enjoy and, like, maybe go buy some if you’re intrigued.

Warnings: Mild language, very small non-graphic mention of murder, recreational drug usage (Tate is a stoner, sue me)

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Tate Langdon

Because he died as a teen in the early 90′s, Tate would be a big fan of the types of crazy, super processed and flashy snacks that came out of that era.

Tate pretty much lived on 3D Doritos and Crystal Pepsi before his death. He still misses Dunkaroos.

He also has the biggest appetite of any ghost in the house because when he smokes he gets phantom munchies, so he sneaks into the kitchen and steals snacks to fulfill his cravings.

His first encounter with gushers yogurt would be on a snack run for the two of you while you were both zooted to high hell. 

He would return almost entirely snackless, fully fixated on the little yellow cup in his hand. 

“What the hell is this?” “Uh, yogurt?” “No, it’s not just yogurt, it’s weird!”

You’d finally look up from your place on the bed to find Tate in the doorway, red eyed, giving the yogurt cup a thousand yard stare.

Tate would be extremely confused because as far as he knew gushers were filled fruit snacks and definitely did NOT belong inside yogurt.

“Does it have gushers in it or something? Because that sounds awful,” “Kind of? It’s like... well, it would be easier to show you than to explain it. Did you bring a spoon?”

Of course he hadn’t.

When he did return with a spoon the two of you shared it.

Unsurprisingly, Tate didn’t hate it. It was a little weird, but overall it reminded him of the rare good times he had when he was still alive and the house hadn’t fully sunk it’s claws into him yet.

His favorite flavor is green apple. It just matches his vibe. 

Kit Walker

Kit is a man with pretty old fashioned values. He’s the kind of person who believes that he should be able to provide for his family so you don’t have to work. He also thinks it’s important for you to spend time with the kids because he’s gone at work so much.

This whole situation combined with the fact that money was a little tight led to you taking Thomas and Julia with you whenever you had to run errands and they weren’t at school.

One such time you were grocery shopping. That’s when they found the gushers yogurt.

 Kids have an eye for sweet things. Any food labelled like a dessert will make them go crazy, even if it’s just a flavored yogurt. 

In the end you bought a few. They were cheap enough that they didn’t make a huge difference to your budget and they were perfect to go in the kids lunches. 

Only the next morning did you realize that when you got the kids their yogurts you forgot to get Kit his own plain ones to put in his lunch. You mulled over your options and, in the end, decided to give Kit one of the gushers ones in his lunch pail for work. it’s just flavored yogurt, what could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

At around lunch time you got a call from Kit at the shop.

“Mrs. Walka’, I believe I might have picked up the wrong lunch today,”

You’d immediately ask him what was wrong before remembering the yogurt.

“Nope, that’s yours Kit,” “Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” “Did I forget a spoon?”

Kit would explain, after some laughter, that the guys at the auto shop were giving him shit about the ‘kids yogurt’ in his lunch.

If you tried to apologize he’d stop you. It was all the same to him, he just wanted to make sure he hadn’t taken one of the kid’s lunches accidentally.

You’d laugh about it later as a bright spot in what ended up to be a long and tedious day for the both of you.

Besides that one occasion Kit wouldn’t eat gushers yogurt often, but sometimes if he was home during breakfast he’d have a cup of it with his cereal or toast.

He’s a fan of the classics, so his favorite flavor is tropical punch.

Kyle Spencer

Before his death, Kyle wouldn’t have any strong feelings towards gushers yogurt besides liking that it was a cheap snack that went on sale a lot.

As a broke college student with a calcium deficiency, he would appreciate it for what it was, a sweet means to an end.

After his death, though, it would be a different story.

Franken-Kyle had to re-learn all of his basic life skills from the ground up after the accident, which meant chewing food and not choking weren’t things he knew how to do automatically

In the time while he still couldn’t eat by himself, you fed him a lot of yogurt.

Most of the time it was cheaper and more pleasant that the baby food or health puree alternatives. It also was a food he had eaten pretty regularly when he was alive, so you thought it might make him happy to have some sense of normalcy in his new world.

He enjoyed the gushers yogurt particularly for a few reasons.

For one, it had fun colors! The bright reds, blues, and greens were entertaining and more mentally stimulating than the normal neutral colors of his food. It was also sweet, kind of like a dessert instead of a meal.

The big selling point, though, was the popping bubbles inside.

For a while after his death all Kyle ate were smooth semi-liquid foods he couldn’t possibly choke on while he re-learned how to feed himself. Gushers yogurt, though, had little popping bubbles that added texture while also not being large enough to choke on.

It was a win-win for both of you.

Even once Kyle had regained his ability to chew and eat normally, he still liked to have gushers yogurt with his breakfast.

“Bu...bbles,” “Huh?” “I want....bubbles” “Oh! You want the yogurt with the bubbles, Ky? I’ll get it in a second,” 

He wouldn’t have the words to express it, but the real reason Kyle likes gushers yogurt and continues to eat it is that it reminds him of you and the time you spent together while you taught him how to live again. 

His favorite is blue raspberry by a large margin. He enjoys tropical punch too, but he dislikes green apple.

Jimmy Darling

Jimmy has very few opinions when it comes to food. To him, eating is just something he has to do to keep himself alive and performing, so he doesn’t put much thought into what and when he eats, even at the diner.

When you first met him, he was barely eating one good meal a day just because he was so busy. 

So, one of the things you started to do when you and Jimmy got closer was bring him little snacks throughout the day he could eat quickly to keep him going.

They weren’t huge things, just an apple here and a sandwich there, but Jimmy really appreciated you putting in the effort to search him out and keep him healthy.

 The gushers yogurt would be introduced, once again, because it’s super inexpensive. 

You were out shopping for Jimmy’s snacks when you found it on sale, 20 for $10. It was a great deal, and Jimmy’s diet was severely lacking in calcium, so you bought a bunch of different flavors and brought one to him as a trial-run the next day after a performance.

“Hey dollface, you got something for me?” “I just might,” 

Only after he swept you up into a crushing hug would you be able to offer him the yogurt, which he’d take gratefully and eat in less than a minute. 

You took this as a good sign, and ended up buying some for Jimmy whenever it was on sale.

He asked you about why you bought them once and you genuinely couldn’t give him an answer. You just thought they were an easy snack and found they were on sale a lot more often than other things were.

Jimmy doesn’t have a favorite flavor, but if you asked him he’d just respond with whatever your favorite was.

James Patrick March

James Patrick March doesn’t usually have strong feelings about trivial things. As a serial killer and a ghost, small strange details of life in the 21st century just aren’t important enough for him to care about. Even modern foods with all of their artificial dyes and preservatives don’t tend to bother him. Well, all except one...

He fully believes that gushers yogurt is the worst, most evil thing that man has ever created in history, including himself.

It is entirely irrational how much he hates it.

The weirdest part is that he doesn’t mind how it tastes, he just has a random grudge against it by principle.

The first time he saw it was after Liz picked some up for you while she was out getting some groceries for the hotel.

James had come into the habit of asking you to make him grocery lists so the hotel had foods you enjoyed ever since the hoover stew incident. This time you had asked for something sweet you could eat as a snack between meals. Liz ended up picking out the gushers yogurts along with a few other little snacks

When you ran down to the kitchen to help Liz and Iris put the groceries away you grabbed a cup and ended up taking it upstairs so you could eat something while you were reading in bed.

It just so happens that James was finishing up with some office work and walked into your room right as you ate a spoonful of the bright blue yogurt. 

He was, to say the very least, concerned. 

Why was it that color? Food is not supposed to be that color???? And what were those little lumps?

While he fussed over your health, you held out your spoon and offered him a bite. He was skeptical at first, and his fears were only confirmed when he accepted the bite.

His delicate 1920′s tastebuds couldn’t take it.

“Darling, how do you eat that slop?” “James, it’s just yogurt!” “That is not yogurt, it’s an affront to the universe,”

Never one to back down in the face of James, you asked Liz to keep buying them every time she went out for groceries

Things were quiet until, a few months later, you found James standing over a recent kill eating a gushers yogurt.

“Darling, this isn’t what it looks like,” “I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” “There wasn’t anything else in the fridge,” “James, you’re dead. You don’t have to eat,” “...drat,”

James is adamant that he doesn’t have a favorite flavor because he hates it.... but its actually tropical punch.

Rory Monahan 

Rory normally wouldn’t feel any which way about gushers yogurt.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a goof and has nothing against eating fun little dessert yogurt, there’s just no reason for him or you to buy and eat it.

But if he got a brand deal with Yoplait to advertise it?

Count him in.

You’re eating gushers yogurt with every meal while he vlogs.

Breakfast? Yup. Lunch? Yup. Dinner? Yup.

Oh, you’re getting a snack? Well the only snack Rory bought when he ran out to the store is gushers yogurt. 

It’s all over his social media.

He ends up becoming the face of Yoplait and does quite a few primetime commercials, which surprisingly help out with his career. Think what Shaq is the The General Auto Insurance. 

“Now with new popping bubbles that gush with roarin’ fruity flavor,” “pffffft!” “What! It’s paying our bills!” 

Despite being surrounded by gushers yogurt, Rory wouldn’t actually have a favorite flavor. Once you eat that much yogurt it all tastes exactly the same.

Kai Anderson

Kai... well Kai is a tough one, as usual.

He’s not someone who likes to be perceived as weak, and what’s weaker than a man who’s seen eating flavored yogurt made for kids?

Well, a lot of things, but Kai’s toxic masculinity doesn’t let him see that.

In his eyes, gushers yogurt is simply not befitting of the divine ruler.

If you were close enough to him to offer some in a private moment, he’d probably find some way to use it in a weird, extended metaphor about the world in the hopes of manipulating you.

“In this world there’s people like me, like this yogurt, and people like you, fragile bubbles waiting to burst and spread your issues to the people who can still be saved. People like me cushion-” “Oh shut up and eat your yogurt, Kai,” 

Kai doesn’t have a favorite flavor, but kind of like James he’s only being pretentious. Who knew divine rulers are above picking favorite flavors?

Peter Maximoff

Peter would be the most on-board of anybody on the gushers yogurt trend. Like, even more on board than Kyle. 

This man uses a loooot of energy while he’s running around, so he needs super sugary foods like twinkies to be around for his inevitable snackfests at random hours of the day.

He also loves junk food. At one point you started wondering whether the X-gene prevented Peter from getting cavities, because he eats more sugar than anybody else you know. 

You like to go shopping with Peter because it keeps him from stealing (well, keeps him from stealing as much, but that’s beside the point) and even though he acts like a literal child whenever you make him come with you, he appreciates slowing down and spending time doing something you like.

Usually he gets bored easily in the “healthy food” aisles at the grocery store, meaning anything that isn’t the soda, chips, or snack aisles, but during a random trip to the store he suddenly rushed off out of your sight while you were in the dairy aisle picking up cottage cheese.

When he came back a second later, his arms were full of yogurt.

“Peter, what are you doing?” “Have you seen these? Look at the flavors! They have starburst, and key lime pie, and gushers with popping beads!!!! Popping! Beads!”

You would try to insist that he didn’t need to buy that much yogurt, especially because he hadn’t tried it before and didn’t know if he’d like it, but Peter would give you his world famous puppy dog eyes and you’d give in. 

From then on he’d have gushers yogurt (and starburst yogurt, to be honest) in his mini-fridge most of the time.

You didn’t mind. Technically it was healthier than his twinkie addiction, so as long as your speedster was getting calcium in his diet you weren’t about to complain.

He probably has stronger bones than Wolverine with all the yogurt he eats.

His favorite flavor is green apple, but he’d say it’s blue raspberry to go with his aesthetic. 

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金継ぎ | KIN-TSUGI [ A Fruits Basket Fanfiction ]

Chapter 9

Tsubaki locked herself in her room for days. Akito would sometimes bang into the door as she cried for Tsubaki to open the door but there was no answer.

Often inside the room, the maids would hear Tsubaki coughing and sometimes moaning in pain, this was the impact off the curse of the servant who was denying her master.

However deep into the night there would be a knock on the door which was answered. Tsubaki only responded to Kureno and no one else. When he entered in room, Tsubaki would embrace him as he whispered comfort into her ear while wiping her tears, as she would then fall asleep in his arms.

However there was one night in particular which was different. Tsubaki was leaning against Kureno's shoulder as she felt a sudden emptiness making her turn her head to look at Kureno.

"You're here with me right now, right Kureno?" Tsubaki cupped his face as her voice trembled. No doubt someone left.

"Of course..." Tsubaki slowly turned away. The feeling she got right now was something she felt years ago, it was when Kureno's curse broke. She closed her eyes as a tear slipped. There was a pain within her as if her heart was ripped apart.

Kureno looked at her as pulled on his shirt, wiping her tears. "What's wrong?" Kureno's voice was gentle.

Tsubaki hesitated to speak but then she leaned into Kureno's chest. "How did you feel when the curse broke?" Someone's curse broke... but unlike Akito, Tsubaki did not know who until she saw the person face to face.

"It felt empty... Till that day I felt someone with me but all of the sudden I felt so alone." Kureno smiled looking at Tsubaki, playing with her hair. "I did not know whether I was sad or happy...frustrated or relieved."

"It is too complex for me to describe..."

"I see...."

 .....

 Tsubaki opened the window to her room. She sighed as she let the fresh air in as she then rested on the window sill.

She was yet to meet Akito or anyone else for that matter. However Tsubaki trembled as she imagined meeting Akito, for now she feels disappointed and hurt at Akito but if she were to meet her personally, Tsubaki knew all of these feelings will dissolve and be replaced with simply affection for Akito. That scared her.

Tsubaki listened to the gentle rustle of the leaves and the gentle breeze on her skin when all of the sudden she heard a commotion.

As much as she didn't listen, it was human nature to pay attention to the noise when an environment is otherwise silent. There seemed to be shouting, Tsubaki wondered if it was Akito.

Did she get into a fight with another zodiac members? Or is she simply throwing a tantrum... Tsubaki thought. Either way she did not want anything to do with it.

However her body betrayed her. Before Tsubaki could even register, she was walking towards the noise and there were continuous whispers I her mind. What if Akito gets hurt?

The scene which was in front of her horrified her. There was Ren who was holding a knife pointing towards Akito. Kureno and two other maids were also present.

Ren's hand shivered as she shouted. "I don't know what of Akira-san's you’re holding but give it back!" Her voice trembling. "It’s mine! Everything of Akira-san's belongs to me."

Tsubaki looked at the object she was referring to only to see a small box in Akito's hands. She vaguely remembered that box was given to Akito by the head maid to comfort the small child when Akira passed away. The head maid said that it contained Akira's soul.

"Mother, Calm down." Tsubaki stepped in. "We can talk this through-"

"Don't come in between me and Akira!" Ren shouted as she pointed the sharp object towards Tsubaki preventing her from taking another step in.

Kureno quickly grabbed Tsubaki as pulled her behind him. "Stay behind me..."

Akito sighed as she pulled a condescending smirk as she walked towards Akira. "If you really want it, I’ll give this stupid thing!" With that Akito threw the box up in the air.

Ren ran towards the box which was on the floor as she eagerly opened it. Her face then turned into a blank expression. "It’s empty..."

"That's right..." Akito smiled as tears slipped from her eyes. She looked away. "It has always been empty-" Akito swiftly turned as grabbed the knife, which was on the ground, as she raised it to stab it into Ren.

Akito suddenly stopped her action as she quickly faced Tsubaki. Tsubaki also had a similar expression. Once again there was a sudden feeling of emptiness. Someone's curse broke... Another end had come.

Ren looked at Akito, who stopped moving all together. "What's wrong? Weren't you going to kill me?"

"Shut up!" The head maid shouted, furious. "Why did you even bring a weapon here?" This caused another fight to break out between the two maids.

Akito slowly walked away leaving the room, looking weak. And when Ren and her maid left, there were only Kureno, Tsubaki and the head maid alone.

"Kureno-san please go to Akito." The head maid requested. "I want to talk to Tsubaki alone." The man gave a worried look but nevertheless agreed.

"Remember Tsubaki! You're supposed to serve Akito." The head maid starts as she looks at Tsubaki.

Tsubaki looked oddly unresponsive and empty. Her mind was still in daze but that did not stop the maid from continuing. "You all are bound by the bond and if you don't act properly you are no different from that monster cat-"

"I want to leave..." Tsubaki spoke.

The head maid gasped in shock. "What type of nonsense are you speaking Tsubaki-san?!"

"I'm honestly very tired..." Tsubaki spoke in a low voice. "Ever since I was young I followed what you taught and did whatever Akito said as if it was a law."

"But then when I was alone in the room for the past few days my mind went everywhere as I imagined all sorts of things." Tsubaki smiled. "I wondered if I had been born into a normal family, I would have known parental love. Spending mornings having breakfast with parents, doing the dishes and even having family outings at time. I always wanted to have something like that."

“I have realized that I have a person I love possibly more than I've loved Akito." Tsubaki wandered her mind to Kureno's gentle smile. She wondered if she left, he would go along with her. "But now I want to move out. I'm far too late for those experiences of my ideal family now but I can give that to my future children... I want to be my own person and build my own family with a person I dearly love...."

"B-but..." The head maid's voice stammered as she hands shaked. "If you were to leave just like the previous people who were bound was the servants you might die!"

Tsubaki turned away as she walked away. "I think...If I were to die while fulfilling that wish, my last thoughts would be 'I'm happy that I'm surrounded with people I love'."

Walking away Tsubaki noticed that it had started raining. The weather made the atmosphere quite dark.

Entering the hallways, she saw Kureno and Akito. They were embracing.

Ah... I forgot. Tsubaki thought as she felt her heart hurt at the sight. Even if I and Kureno were to love each other, we don't belong to one another. We belong to Akito.

Just as Tsubaki was about to walk away from the two Akito suddenly pulls out a knife, the one Ren had brought, as she impaled the object into Kureno's back.

Tsubaki brought her hands to cover her mouth from shock as her whole body went cold.

"Your kindness that half saved and half rejects me...Has been killing me!" Akito pulled away as she shouted. "So take responsibility and pay for it!"

Akito then walked out of the house and into the rain. "Atone with your death!" With those words she runs away.

"Kureno!!!"

Tsubaki rushed to his side, as he limped towards Akito. "Tsubaki... Forget about me. Go to Akito..."

Tsubaki stripped off her outer kimono as she placed it on Kureno's injury to prevent the blood from flowing out. "Don't be stupid!" She shouted as her lips trembled. "I'm not going to leave you."

"Somebody! Is anyone near?!" Tsubaki shouted.

Kureno looked at Tsubaki. The girl was crying as she kept turning her head around to search for the presence of other people. It's seemed as if Tsubaki seemed to be crying a lot these days. He disliked that.

Kureno weakly raised his hands as he cupped her face. "Are you crying for me?" He smiled at his own joke.

"Are you an idiot?! Who else is bleeding in my hands?" Tsubaki shouted. "Of course I'm crying for you."

"I'm happy...." Kureno left his conscious slowly drifting away as his vision started to blank. "Don't worry... I won't leave you... I already planned my future with you..."

Kureno knew he was never Tsubaki's top priority. She always priorities Akito.

Kureno knew Tsubaki's first love wasn't him. It was Hatori.

Kureno knew Tsubaki's kindness towards him. She was kind to all of the zodiacs.

But then more than other zodiacs she loved Akito. She never acted to have a relationship with Hatori even though they clearly loved each other when they were younger. She made sure to crush her feelings for Hatori because she knew Akito would never allow it.

Despite all that, Tsubaki finally turned to Kureno. She knew Akito would hate it yet she accepted Kureno's embrace. Even though she gave up on her love for Hatori, she expressed her love for him, Kureno. Even right now rather than Akito, she chose to stay by his side. Kureno was happy Tsubaki finally picked him over everyone.

 .....

 Tsubaki opened the door to Kureno's hospital room. She stayed there until Kureno regain consciousness after his surgery but was later forced by Kureno and Hatori both to go back home and rest for a while.

Going back home she took a bath, a small nap, made some food and even packed some to later feed Kureno.

Tsubaki noticed the man was lying in bed, his eyes closed. She smiled as she tried to walk as quite as possible as she placed the packed food on his table.

Walking towards Kureno, she took in his appearance. His brown hair which was quite messy and his face which looked a bit paler than usual, nevertheless she couldn't deny he was indeed attractive.

Rasing her hand she placed cupped his cheek as her thumb moved gently. Kureno shifted slightly as he tilted his head slightly. Tsubaki giggled at his actions. "So you're awake."

Kureno let out a small laugh as he opened one of his eyes. Tsubaki walked away with a smile. "Wake up. I got you some food." Making Kureno sit up as he leaned on his back.

While placing the food in front of Kureno, Tsubaki started. “I went to visit Tohru as well. It seems she has been recovering well."

"I see..." Kureno said as he picked up his chopsticks and picking up some rice from the bento box. "I glad that her injuries weren’t too serious."

"She kind of reminds me of you." Tsubaki laughed as Kureno gave a confused stare, his cheeks filled with food. "Both of you are incredibly kind and maybe abit clumsy... but I like both of you."

Kureno continues to eat his food before he starts speaking, his tone tense. "What about Akito? How is she?"

Tsubaki sighed as she looked outside the room. "Akito... Akito changed after meeting with Tohru. She has become calmer and gentle."

"Kureno, I feel like you might not want anything to do with Akito anymore." Kureno nodded when Tsubaki looked at him asking for confirmation. "But when I talked with Tohru...I realized that Akito was all this time very lonely. She has been raised with everyone around her telling she is special and nothing she does can be wrong..."

"I said those same things as well but now after seeing her again I want to rebuild my bond with Akito." Tsubaki bit her lips as she hesitated continuing. "I no longer want to see her as my master but rather treat Akito simply as my dear sister."

"There are many things she doesn't know about the outside so I hope that I can teach her and be by her side." Tsubaki looked into Kureno's eyes. "If I said I don't want to leave Akito yet stay with you... would you leave me?"

Kureno smiled as he placed a hand behind Tsubaki's head as he pulled her into an embrace. "I got you after so long, there is no way I'm letting you get away." Kureno kissed the top of her head comforting her. "Indeed I don't really want to personally be in contact with Akito now... but then I have nothing against you wanting to be with your little sister. I'll support whatever you want, Tsuabki..."

"Thank you-"

Tsubaki suddenly stopped speaking as she left something  leave her, all of her senses completely heightened as she turned around to see what was causing it.

Behind her stood a man, he resembled a Shinto priest, who was looking at her as he stood by the window. A gust of wind flew into the room as a dragon gracefully flew towards him.

The man spoke, his voice was so gentle and elegant. "Thank you for taking care of her till the end." By her, he probably meant Akito, their God.

As he then held onto the dragon who pulled him from the room as they flew away. Back to their God.

Tsubaki suddenly remembered every time Hatori and she were seen together, the people would gush saying how it's was nice for the souls to be reunited. As according to the ancient story and their past self’s, the servant and the dragon loved each other dearly, sometimes as friends sometimes as lovers.

"Tsubaki?" But the one she loves now is him.

Kureno’s voice brought her back into reality as she finally turned to look at him. "The banquet has... The banquet has finally ended." Tsubaki's voice cracked as tears continued to fall.

"It feels so complicated. I've always lived with this but now that it's gone so suddenly... so abruptly I-I..." Kureno pulled her into an embrace.

Her then cupped her face as he placed a light kisses on her forehead. "I understand..." Kureno spoke. "But then it means you're free, my love. With this I want to take this opportunity to say I'm going to dedicate all of my being to you..."

Kureno looked at her. Tsubaki could feel his gaze simply full of affection towards her. "Let's make a new bond...just between me and you. A bond which will make me the happiest person alive."

"Will you till accept me even..." Tsubaki kept crying but this time to was full of happiness as she held Kureno’s hands. "Even if I have nothing to give you other than my broken self" She has done many things wrong in her life which hurt many along the way, all because of her coward-ness and insecurities.

Kureno laughed lightly as he peppered her with kisses all over, her eyes, cheeks, forehead and finally her lips.

"That's all I ever wanted. I'll always be with you picking up all your pieces and make sure to fill you with nothing but my love."

 .....

 "Akito."

Tsubaki looked at Akito was sitting down looking at the garden outside, beside her was a small package, a golden glow from the outside making her look so beautiful.

"Tsubaki..." Akito turned slowly as she looked at her. She opened her mouth as if to say something but closed it, only to suck in a deep breath. "I thought you won't come back?"

Tsubaki smiled. She is certain now. When she stayed away from Akito, Tsubaki wondered if she loved Akito simply due to the curse, but the way her heart warmed at the sight of Akito, what Tsubaki felt was genuine love. "How could I?"

"Tsubaki there is something I want to say..."

"What is it?"

"Can we start over?" Akito said, her voice barely audible. "I know the things I did to you were wrong and you might never forgive me...But still I want to see me grow into a better person..."

Tsubaki smiled as she cupped Akito's face. "Only if you call me onee-san... Like how you did when we were younger."

Akito's eyes glistened as she closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her chest in relief as she nodded her head.

Tsubaki turned to look at the package beside her. "Is this the gift Shigure bought?" Akito nodded. Truth is Tsubaki wanted to buy Akito a kimono as well, a gift for Akito who will embrace her true self from now on but it seems that Shigure was one step ahead of her.

"This is my gift for you..." Tsubaki pulled out a small rectangular box as she then opened it. It was a hair pin, beautiful sculpted as a red flower which would go well with Akito. Red always suited her.

Tsubaki smiled at Akito, which such a gentle yet doting expression. "Shall we get ready for the final banquet now?"

Tsubaki could hear loud voices from the room the door away connected. She turned back to look at Akito once more. The woman was dressed in a beautiful kimono even with light makeup adoring her face. Her gifted hairpin placed on one side of her hair.

"Akito, you look really beautiful rights now."

With that Tsubaki opened the door as she stepped in. "Good evening, everyone." Tsubaki bowed, when she straighten up she put on an elegant smile. "Akito is ready..." She then walked in and behind her Akito walked.

With Akito's entrance, everyone turned silent undoubtedly shocked at the reveal. "Hatori, where is Shigure?" Akito questioned.

Hatori snapped out of his daze as she shook his head. "I don't know..."

"Akito-san, don't tell me we have the same cross dressing hobby?!" Ritsu exclaimed in shock.

Akito's expression soured at the assumption. "No." She sternly denied as Tsubaki laughed. Akito never really was good with dealing with Ritsu and Ayame.

Akito elegant sat down as she faced the zodiac- no, former zodiac members. "Just as all of you were able to return to who you are, I'll return to my true self." Akito spoke. "You all are free..."

"I know I should have said something sooner but..." Akito bowed her head. "I apologize...." Besides Akito ,Tsubaki also bowed as well.

You don't have to forgive Akito but please do not let the past prevent you from having a future we always dreamed of. Please smile, please laugh, please experience love which we were not able to get when we were younger. Tsubaki thought.

Please have a happy future...All of you.

 .....

"Mama!"

A woman turned around to look at a small girl who was clinging into her apron. The woman smiled at the tiny girl, who had glowing brown hair tied into a twin tail. "Are you done eating your pudding, Kaede?" She bent down.

Kaede smiled when her mother wiped the crumbs left on her cheeks. "Mama." She said once more. "I want to go visit Shiki-chan!"

The woman tiled her head as she smiled. "Do you love Shiki that much?"

The small girl nodded quickly as she raised her hands. "I love him thiiiiiis much! I love Hajime and Mutsuki as well! They told me Kaede is like a princess! "

Her mother laughed. "Let's not say that to papa, okay? I'm sure he'll faint if you say that."

The mother then hummed as she placed a hand on her face. "But I don't think we can go visit them if Kaede doesn't do her homework." She faked a pout.

The girl flinched as she took a step back. "Kaede will go do it right now!" With that the tiny girl ran away with sounds of tiny steps accompanying her.

The mother then walked to the living room, and in there she found her husband who had fallen asleep on the sofa. Smiling to herself, she raised her husband's head and placed it on her lap.

Noticing crumbs of the pudding on his cheeks as well just like Kaede, she smiled as she wiped them away. So clumsy… Her husband receiving her touch, leaned in. "You're not even asleep, Kureno. Stop acting."

Kureno slowly opened his eyes as he smiled looking at his wife's face. "Where is Kaede, Tsubaki?"

Tsubaki smiled. "She went to do her homework. Apparently she wants to visit Shiki."

Kureno sighed, disappointed. "Does that mean you're going to go away?" Kureno pouted.

"That's right." Tsubaki subconsciously started playing with Kureno's hair. "I heard Tohru is visiting as well so it's perfect."

"I'll miss you." Kureno smiled as he raised his hand and placed it behind Tsubaki's head. "Do come back quick." He said, as he pulled Tsubaki towards him, as he then kissed her. Tsubaki smiled as she leaned in, deepening the kiss.

"Ah!" A small voice exclaimed. "Papa move away from mama!" The girl rushed in as she started to pull Kureno away from Tsubaki.

Kureno started sobbing as he pretended to be pulled by Kaede’s strength. "Ehh? Why are you so mean to me?"

The girl huffed. "Because Mama is mine! And we are going to visit Shiki-chan!"

"Papa is sad that he'll be left alone."

Tsubaki's heart warmed up at the sight of her husband playing with her child. A scene she could have never have imagine when she was younger was reality now. From the bottom of her heart, she was happy.

A new bond which was accompanied with happiness and love embraced so gently which would remain for all eternity.

 -The End-

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