#i'm back from the dead guys

[ididntseeurbag]

kitchen fight

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff

warnings: slight mention of stress, mentions of food, no use of y/n (decided to try it, but probably will go back to third person)

in which reader can't sleep and decides to bake a cake, getting some unexpected (but not unwanted) company in the middle of it.

a/n: god it's been a while lmao

it was late at night and you were alone at home, finding it impossibly hard to fall asleep, your mind clouded with thoughts that had been stressing you out for a while. since you knew you weren't going to bed anytime soon, you decided to bake a chocolate cake.

was it 4am? yes. did you care? no.

after you checked if you had the ingredients to make the dessert, you started preparing them all on top of the kitchen counter. as you put down the flour container, you heard the doorbell ring, getting slightly startled by the sudden noise in the middle of the silence that you found yourself in moments before.

you cautiously walked to the door and checked through the peephole, just to be safe. what you saw forced a giggle out of you, since it was heeseung standing in front of the door, taking his mask off and making a funny face. you then opened the door, a smile still on your face from the stunt he had pulled. “what are you doing here at this hour, seung?” you asked, using the nickname that he only allowed you to say. 

“well,” he answered. “you told me an hour ago that you couldn’t sleep, so i decided to come here and give you some company.”

you frowned. “aren’t you sleepy, though?” 

the older looked at her and chuckled. “do you think i’d be here if i was?” 

“i don’t know, heeseung, you sometimes make decisions without processing them beforehand,” you said. 

“trust me,” he concluded. “i don’t have an ounce of tiredness in my body,” that was a lie, but you didn’t have to know. heeseung wanted to spend time with you after a while of not hanging out, so if it meant that he wasn’t sleeping that night, then he would gladly do that.

deciding to trust him, you walked to the kitchen, knowing that the boy would follow you. “i was about to bake a cake, wanna help?”

heeseung pondered the question a bit before answering. “sure, but don’t expect me to be of much aid,” his words made you smile. 

“if i can make sunghoon help me, and you know how much he hates cooking, then you can too,” and having said that, you took out the materials needed to mix everything.

the only thing left was the big bowl to put all the ingredients in at the end, but it was too high up and you couldn’t reach it well, so she stood on your tiptoes and tried to grab it to no avail. seeing that the boy behind you wasn’t doing anything, you turned around and looked at him with a deadpan expression. “aren’t you gonna help or something?” you asked and, after he looked at her with an amused smile for a few seconds, he decided to come to the rescue.

standing behind you, your first thought was that heeseung was going to reach for the bowl himself, but what he did surprised you, to say the least. he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up until she was high enough to get the bowl, which was now secured in your hands thanks to him.he then put you down, and you immediately missed the comforting warmth his touch provided. heeseung tried to look at you, but you only turned to face the other way to not show the slight blush appearing on your cheeks. “happy now?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair in the process.

“hey!” you protested. “i’ve told you many times to not do that,” heeseung only gave you a hum in response, as if saying that he would still do that even if you didn’t like it. to be honest, he liked teasing you until you got angry, he actually thought it was quite funny and cute.

you managed to calm down after the bowl incident and decided to start with the recipe that you already knew by heart, telling heeseung to do something from time to time. when he wasn’t doing anything, he just admired your concentrated face which, surprisingly, also seemed very calm. baking actually took your stress away and set your intrusive thoughts aside, so heeseung tried to take in that state of you before it flew off, since he didn’t get too many chances to see you so relaxed and content.

“here,” you told him. “hold the sifter while i pour the dry ingredients and shake it slightly to sift them.” 

“yes, chef!” he playfully answered, making you laugh. after doing so, you both took turns to mix the batter and then poured it into the mould. finally, you put it in the oven and set a timer to remember to check it so it wouldn’t burn. 

“okay,” you turned around and looked at all the dirty tools and containers. “now we clean.” 

heeseung whined after hearing that. “do we have to?” he asked, dragging out the last word. 

“yes, seung, we do, and if you help me it’ll be much faster and we can chill before taking the cake out.”

heeseung ultimately decided to clean too, taking some dirty spoons and thoroughly scrubbing the food off of them. he then spotted the bowl with the batter remnants and immediately got an idea that you would most likely hate. he thought about doing it or not and he just told himself to take the risk, since your anger didn’t last long when it came to him.

heeseung carefully grabbed the bowl and swiped a bit of the remaining batter with his finger. he then tapped you on the back with his other hand, making you turn around and be met with the boy putting the batter on your cheek. your face immediately turned into a scowl. “lee heeseung, you’re gonna regret doing that!”

heeseung ran out of the kitchen with followed by you, who turned the roles around and had some batter on your finger, ready to be swiped all over heeseung’s face. he ran and ran around only to get back to the kitchen, suddenly getting cornered. “you have nowhere to run now, heeseungie,” you sing-sang, attacking him with the batter a second after.

you both looked at each other and started laughing at yourselves acting like little kids in the middle of the night. after the laughter died down, you grabbed a tissue and went to heeseung, wiping the batter off his face with it. he then took it from you to clean your face. “we’re tied now,” you talked. “let’s not pull any more stunts.”

for a few seconds, there was only silence. until heeseung spoke up, this time not thinking about what he was about to say and do, just like you had stated a while before. “but,” he slowly approached you, making you walk backwards to keep the distance. “what if i don’t want to stop?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but you found yourself speechless. “seung,” you finally managed to blurt out in nothing but a mere whisper, only to hit the counter with your back right after, getting startled and not continuing your sentence.

heeseung had trapped you in, putting his hands on both sides of your frame, resting them on top of the counter. the tension was palpable in the air, feeling like it could be cut with a knife at any moment. you both locked eyes, the atmosphere much serious than it was seconds before. heeseung took a deep breath, just then considering the situation he was in.

he knew it was too late to back off and, even though he had pictured that happening in another, much more planned scenery, he decided to just go along with what he had started. he looked down at his feet, then back at you, sending a fleeting look to your lips, then settling his gaze on your eyes.

“can i?” he questioned softly, praying to the universe that you wouldn’t say no.

it seemed like you didn’t need to think about your actions either at that moment, because you just gave him a nod. even though it was small, that was the only thing that heeseung needed before closing the gap between you that had been growing smaller with every passing second.

you were overwhelmed with joy, but kissed back with the same force as heeseung. feeling your strong response, he smirked into the kiss, only stopping when he had no more oxygen left in his lungs. if it were for him, he would’ve continued to kiss you, but he decided to stop himself before it got too out of hand.

“if this didn’t make it obvious,” he spoke after catching his breath. “i like you.” 

you smiled after hearing his words. “i like you too, heeseung,” she admitted, still giddy from what just happened.

heeseung then smirked at her. “does that mean that i can keep pulling stunts on you?”

“we’ll see about that, seung.”

masterlist

[paulgraysbass]

This fic is NSFW. 18+🚫

Back on my 1/7 bullshit. Been debating whether or not to post this for a while but fuck it

[mlincorrectquotes]

*Texting*

Adrien: Just wanted to say I have a massive crush on you

Marinette: Oh

Marinette: Who’s the other guy?

Adrien: I added him for moral support

Marinette: LMAOOOOOO ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Nino: I’m here for you man

Nino: Do your thing

[birues]

"You've commited the cardinal sin of boring me!"

[lovesickgoose]

Do you remember this feeling?

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 15

We are set to arrive on Fendaar in two cycles. As we are currently stuck on the SIIR Noxos, I have concluded that the passages of time that I am free of duties would be best spent continuing to observe the human. The human, on the other hand, seemed to have different plans in that matter, as it took me an unusually long amount of time to locate her.

As I eventually found her, she seemed to be working on one of the control panels in the main control room, so I may excuse her absence with duties she had to attend to. As she saw me, although, she seemed rather…excited (this is obviously mere speculation, as the study of the Terran so far has provided far too little evidence to prove such theories)?

As she rolled out from under the control board and sighted me, her face once again split into a wide opening revealing her horrifying amount of teeth.

"Hey! Dude!", she said, raising to her full height and stepping towards me, still baring her teeth, although I did not recoil, as I did not want to seem impolite. She raised her arms, each pointing into a different direction, away from their connection to the human's body.

"Human Quinn. How are you?"

"Me? I‘m fine, the whole 'wandering around in space' thing just made me throw up, I honestly don‘t know why they insisted on keeping me there for two whole days."

The ends of her fingers, studded with claw-like (rather short and rounded instead of sharp, perhaps they were not meant to function as claws at all, or perhaps the beings on Terra were far different from what I knew, and therefore a shape like this was far more useful to hunt) protuberances, scraped over the back of the connection between her head and her upper body. If I interpreted her facial expression correctly, she seemed to be thinking.

"Maybe I got a light concussion too, I’m not entirely sure. But it's improbable, because I’m fine now."

I decided to focus on one piece of information at a time. "Well, this "throwing up" can certainly not be a healthy nor normal process, otherwise, it would not seem so violently painful and involuntary, would it?"

"Well it‘s not…unnatural, it‘s just something that can happen. And about health, it‘s not unhealthy, it usually helps us to get rid of stuff that is bad for our bodies!", she eludicated, moving one of her arms in a rather random manner.

"The scientists have concluded that this fluid is highly acidic. If this 'stuff' is so harmful to you, wouldn‘t it just dissolve in this fluid before being able to cause any further harm?"

Quinn seemed to think about that. 

"Well, just because it gets dissolved, doesn‘t mean it‘s gone, you know? It's still in our bodies, and we have to get rid of it somehow. And if it needs to be fast, we throw up. Honestly, I‘d definitely explain this further to you, but Biology‘s never really been my strongest subject, ya know what I mean?"

I did not, in fact, know what she meant, but I decided against questioning her further.

After a pause the Terran spoke up again: "So, this planet we're landing on..." "Fendaar.", I clarified. "Right. So, this planet that we‘re going to, it‘s a desert, right?" "That is correct." "So, is it a sand, an ice or, I guess you could also count rock desert? 'Cuz on my planet, we‘ve got all of those types."

"Fendaar‘s ecosystem is mostly made up out of sandlike landscapes with rather scarce vegetation and biodiversity. Most of the planets in system 36-54 have rather extreme temperature ranges, and Fendaar is no exception.", I eludicated.

"Alright, cool.", she spoke, rolling back under the underside of the control panel she had been working on previously. She seemed to be sitting, or rather lying, on a piece of metal with four small wheels attached to it, allowing her to move it around.

"Your planet.", I initiated. 

"Yeah?", she responded, while continuing her work on the wiring.

"Am I assuming correctly that your planet has a far bigger biodiversity?"

"Oh, yeah.", there was a small spring in her voice, as if she had let out air in the middle of speaking. "Big biodiversity. We‘ve got deserts and rainforests, coral reefs and permafrost - although perhaps not for that long anymore - mountain ranges and all that stuff."

"Interesting.", I supplied, for lack of a better response. If Terra had such differences in temperature and landscapes, it was a logical conclusion that the humans had evolved to survive under such circumstances.

"Yeah."

It was unusually quiet for some time. That was, until Quinn rolled out from the underside of the control panels.

"Alright, I‘m done." She took a deep breath before opening her mouth once again. Then, all of a sudden, the muscles of her face started contracting as if she was plagued by an invisible pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and she let out horrifying noise, holding an arm angled in front of her nose and mouth. The noise itself was not particularly loud or long, but I recoiled either way, as a measure of safety. I could not be certain if this gesture was meant to harm me, after all.

Quinn‘s arm sank down again as her other hand rubbed at her nose. She huffed, a sound far less threatening than the one she had produced a moment ago. One of the hair patches above her visual organs raised itself, prompting the question to arise if human hair was controlled by muscles or if it had a mind of its own, although this was a question that could be further investigated later. One of the corners of her mouth raised, revealing the seemingly sharpest teeth in her mouth.

"I guess dust is an inter-galactic thing, huh?"

I did not respond. Her face muscles contracted, causing the skin above her visual organs to crease.

"Hey, you okay? You‘re looking a little spooked over there."

"Human, I do not wish to cause you discomfort, but, if I may ask, what was the purpose of the noise you just uttered?"

She did not respond for a moment, blinking with both of her eyes as she stared at me. It was quite unsettling, considering her previous explanation, that most humans preferred not being stared at. 

"I…sneezed?" The creases in the skin above her eyes deepened.

My front pliers uttered another rattling sound. "What is this 'sneezing'? What purpose does it serve?" I admit, I was quite curious. Terrans seemed much more complex than I had previously assumed.

She paused, seemingly to think of an answer. "Well, it‘s like…if something is bothering us at or in out nose, like dust, for example, it‘s kind of the natural response to that. To keep things out of our bodies that don‘t belong there."

"Human bodies seem to require a lot of defense mechanisms.", I commented.

She raised and lowered the connection of her arms to her upper body, baring her teeth once again while raising herself to her full height, using one of her arms as support.

"Y’know, it’s surprisingly hard to explain something you’re so used to to someone who’s never heard of it. I guess I still have to work on the whole 'awareness that I‘m around aliens' thing. S‘ kind of surreal."

She patted off her clothing, as if to remove non-existent filth once again. I had noticed the past few cycles that most of her clothing seemed to consist of several, usually differently-coloured, pieces of fabric. 

Her clothes usually covered her body from the connection between her arms and torso to the connection between her legs and, presumably, her feet. Her feet were usually also covered, although I could not determine the purpose it was supposed to serve in the environment we are currently in, although the theory that the conditions on Earth are vastly different compared to the ones on the SIIR Noxos is gaining more probability, based on the Terran's narrations.

The human seemed to evaluate a question she wanted to ask (this is, of course, a mere speculation based on previous observations: her face muscles were contracted to form a crease over her visual organs, which could so far most likely be interpreted as confusion, thoughtfulness or discomfort; her head was both slightly raised and tilted to one side at the same time, a gesture that was most likely supposed to convey an ongoing thought process).

Although, before she could utter a noise, V-7 informed us of a request from the Vitrichl to gather for a matter of importance.

The purpose of his summoning was to divide the crew into several smaller groups that were to be assigned with different tasks to fulfill once we sucessfully landed on Fendaar.

I was grouped with the Terran, which was unsurprising, as well as Tkzt, a member of the species that is widely known across the galaxies as Ctzas (it is to note that the Ctzas have not evolved any form of written language and communicate exclusively through clicking and chittering sounds. The written forms of, for example, names of this species, are written by other species to produce approximately the same sound as the Ctzas make when recited verbally).

Tkzt, as a member of the unit controlling supply chains and keeping a list of the stock of the SIIR Noxos, would make a helpful addition in our task of seeking out the nearest settlement in order to stock up on supplies.

After all matters of importance were settled, the crew dissipated, continuing their respective tasks. The Terran was ordered to stay and to assist the Vitrichl in another matter, which is the reason I did not cross paths with the human again for the rest of this cycle.

Despite this, I am positive that accompanying the human on an foreign planet will give me a further insight into the species' mannerisms and interaction manners with foreign species, which will prove to be helpful further on in studying the human.

[fiendpact]

-> Could I kiss you? Astarion: There is nothing I'd like more.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Just give me 2.5 minutes to make my case. See what I was seeing.

[pushing500]

A raid from Hot Minute's niece and a social fight between Kaz and Wendy occurred at the same time, which was stressful but ultimately solved with Albina's overpowered 'summon pack' psycast. I love that psycast.

Wendy broke Kaz's nose and won the social fight, if you were curious.

Pig, the guy from The Menra Covenant who tried to marry Hazrov a while back, is trying to get with Candlelight now (we said no).

I was amused reading through Zonovo's social interactions and seeing that he's apparently in a gambling mood today. Cards, dice, roulette... He's happy chatting about them all.

Kawoo is the only colonist I've ever seen using the pool I spent so many resources to build, so I wanted to draw her enjoying herself.

I imagine it takes a lot of shaking to get all that fur dry, but she's probably super fuzzy and soft afterwards!

Finally, Hot Minute's nephew and some of his friends crash-landed right into Baz and Zonovo's bedroom, which was very rude of them. They busted down a wall and got ambushed by a turret and two of our nightlings, who distracted them until some of my colonists could run over and take them down.

Then we ripscanned Hot Minute's nephew, haha. Serves him right.

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