#icey-slice

[rachi-roo]

i have loved reading all of your fics! could you do one that is lee!bakugo and ler!todoroki? hope you are doing well!!

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My Hero Academia: Cooking up trouble!

Weeeee! Finally, another fic is out! I really appreciate all the support you've given me recently, and thank you, anon, for this request! These two are such a mismatched pair. Their dynamic is so fun! XD

Summary: After Shotos' attempt at potato chopping goes wrong, he's forced to deal with an angry Chef Bakugo his own special way.

Characters: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Bakugo, mentions of other 1A students.

Tw: Swearing

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"Damn it, Icey-Hot! How are you so bad at this!?" A certain explosive blonde snarled as he looked at the miss-shapen potatoes that Todoroki had been peeling for the classes dinner.

The bowl of oddly cut spuds made Bakugo want to cry or hurt someone. Or both. They were supposed to be sliced into thin circles to make chips. Instead, they were odd bolder shapes. He angrily moved Todoroki away from the counter, taking the knife from his hand.

"What's wrong with them?" The raspberry ripple hero asked, tilting his head as he was placed by the door.

"What's wrong with you!? These potatoes are almost as wonky as Deku!"

"Heeeey!" Dekus little voice grumbled from the lounge.

"SHUT IT! Anyway, they won't cook properly if they aren't thin enough. And they're cook unevenly too. Uuugh... Now I gotta get a new bag of them and do it myself and-" Bakugo grumbled on, swearing and fussing under his breath as he stomped around the kitchen, finding an unopened pack of fresh potatoes.

Shoto blinked as he watched Bakugo angrily start cutting up their dinner with his back to him. His flighty little mind thinking over the situation. Angry Bakugo is never nice to deal with. Maybe there's a way he could cheer him up?

Maybe that would work? It always helped brighten Dekus mood.

He smiled, approaching Bakugo quietly as he continued to grumble.

"I'm stuffing you in a box and shipping you all the way to the UK so Ramsey can train you u-HUP!" Bakugo jolted, arching his back away from a sudden tickly sensation. He turned quickly, glaring at Shoto, who stood with two, pokey index fingers, poised and ready.

"What are you doing?" Bakugo asked, setting the knife on the counter. Maybe the airhead just wanted some attention?

"I'm making you happy again. Or the food will taste bad." Shoto said plainly, his expression soft. Still pretty vacant as usual, but with a hint of a smile.

"The food will taste bad if I'm not happy?"

"Yes."

"First of all, my food always tastes awesome. And second of all, I don'tneed to be made happy. I'm fine."

".... You're lying."

"I am not! You just- hey, HEY! Back off!" Bakugo stammered as Todoroki casually reached for Bakugos sides, squeezing ever so lightly.

The light touch already had Bakugo biting back a smile as he tried to lean away from Shotos teasing fingers. His back met the counter, unable to shimmy any further. Shoto used that opportunity to attack!

"Got you." He smiled, suddenly shifting his hands up to Bakugos' worst spot. Below the underarms above the ribs. When it comes to Bakugo, you have to strike hard and fast, or face the consequences!

"GYAHA! N-No! I-Icehey-hyAHAAAA!" The blonde crumbled, his arms immediately clamping to his sides as he leaned against the counter, sliding down the surface and plopping onto the kitchen tiles with Shotos tickling fingers following.

"GEHEet offa meeeEHEHE! AHA! SHIHIT!"

"I do this to Midoria when he's sad too. It seems to have the same effect on you. I'm glad."

Shoto hummed, using very little effort to make Bakugo squirm under his touch. It was just so easy!

He drummed his fingers up and down Bakugos sides, causing the boy to curl in on himself, trapped between Shoto and the kitchen counter.

"Damn ihit! StAAHA! I-I'm n-nAHA! NOT SAD!" Bakugo howled as he made helpless attempts at grabbing Shotos hands. Nothing worked! Every time he thought he had a wrist gripped, Shoto managed to just slip out and tickle him again

"StahaAHAHAP! Y-You- I-IhIHI'M not making you DINNER!"

Shotos hands stilled. What? No dinner? But, Bakugo always helps with dinner! This won't do. No. Not at all!

"No dinner?... Well. What if I keep tickling you until you agree to cook?" Bakugo shot him a glare. How dare he threaten him like that!

"You wouldn't..." A silence fell between the two, staring at each other, a smirk growing on Shotos face.

"Hey... Icey-hot... OI! Don't just stare like that! I'll kiHIHIII! AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Fuhuck!"

"You know very well the rest of us can't cook. You're our only hope." Todoroki deadpanned as he spidered over Bakugos tummy, switching between different tickle spots to keep him overwhelmed and unable to escape.

The fact that Shoto was so calm and expressionless made the situation ten times worse for Bakugo. He couldn't read the situation properly. It was awful! Not that Bakugo could really see much with his eyes scrunched shut, forcing tears of mirth down his cheeks.

He wasn't giving up though!

"I-I'll nEHE-! NEVER! Never CAHAHA! CooHOHOOK! AGAHAHAIN! GahaHYAHA!"

Shoto smirked briefly, deciding to take things up a notch. He stuffed his hands up Bakugos shirt, using his Quirk to make one set of fingers warm, and the others awfully cold. A cruel and conflicting method.

A shriek left Bakugos' mouth as he felt the icey cold didgets pressed against his bare ribs, sending a shock wave up his spine.

"FFFAHAHACK! Noho! NahahaAHAAA!" He flailed, arching his back as he twisted and turned this way and that to try avoid the relentless, freezing, fingers!

Every time he leaned from the icey coldness, he was reminded that the warm hand was still there, attacking his worst spot whilst the cold fingers switched to another when he was distracted. There was no escape. Maybe he'd have to surrender?

"SHIHIT! N-NooOOHO! Ah! HAHA! IHICEY- SHIII-!" The blonde's laughter fell silent as Shoto latched onto his worst spot again, upper ribs, below armpits. He was going to make sure Bakugo never threatened to leave them hungry again!

"Hmm, Midoria also reacts when I say tickle. Does it affect you, too? Tickle, tickle." Shoto smiled, repeating the word in his near monotone voice, making poor Bakugis face light up like a Christmas tree! A pretty crimson red.

"S-ShuHUT- AAAAHHHH-!.... UWAH! F-FuhuHAHAK!" Again, his laughter went quiet before he gasped for air. His head threw back, mouth agape as the endless stream of laughter flooded forth.

"Is someone dying in here?"

All the commotion had gained the attention of the rest of class 1-A. A curious Sero peered around the island counter, spotting Bakugos flailing legs sticking out from behind. One of his slippers had been thrown as he kicked and squirmed.

The rest of the class stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear at the sight.

"I think he's had enough, Roki." Sero continued, chuckling as he watched Bakugo make another desperate attempt at grabbing his attackers hands.

Shoto stilled his hands, giving Bakugo the chance to finally catch his breath, as he looked up at Sero innocently.

"Bakugo said he wouldn't make us dinner." He explained. Missing out the part where it was partly his own fault.

"Ooooh..." Sero nodded in understanding. He looked at the dishevelled Bakugo on the floor tiles, smirking as he made an attempt at glaring. It wasn't very convincing through that veil of happy tears and rosy cheeks.

"Well," the tape weirder shrugged. "We can't have that now, can we?" He shot Bakugo a cheeky smirk. "As you were, Roki. Call if you need any assistance." He chuckled.

"W-Wait! Hey! Soy sauce face! That's not your decision to mAHAHAKE! NAAAHAHAAA-!"

"Let us know when dinners ready, kay?" Sero called back with a wave as he left with the rest of the class. Condemning Bakugo to his tickly doom!

Shoto looked at Bakugo, casually continuing to tickle him all over.

"I want Soba."

"S-Stuff your damn SOHOBA! DAHAHAHMN IT!"

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Thank you for reading~ ✨️

[missymoomads]

kogarashi izumo, the snow hashira.

(roughly what she looks like, it’s the best i could get with what bing ai was giving me guys😭)

snow breathing, breath of snow, eight forms.

first form ‘avalanche strike’ : user delivers a powerful downwards strike that mimics a cascading wall of snow.

second form ‘frost veil’ : user uses a swift, circular motion that creates a blinding mist of ice crystals and snow to blind opponent.

third form ‘glacial pierce’ : user moves at a fast pace to move in on opponent after using a rapid thrust that freezes the air around the blade, extending the reach of it.

fourth form ‘frigid wave’ : user can slice off limbs of opponent with reverse C movement. this allows for a quicker connecting attack.

fifth form ‘frostbite’ : user releases ice into opponent’s body with the tip of their blade, stiffening opponent’s joints/body when stabbed.

sixth form ‘frozen tundra’ : user uses a wide sweeping attack that will momentarily freeze the ground beneath opponent. opponent will either be stuck to ground or slippage occurs.

seventh form ‘icey reflection’ : user is able to create ice forms of themselves to disorientate and confuse opponent.

eighth/final form ‘winters eternal embrace’ : user combines the beauty of snow with the raw, horrifying power of a blizzard against their opponent. the user’s movements become fluid but sharp, each move looking almost like a large ice crystal in the sky. their sword glows with frost that leaves behind snowflakes with each slash and swing. as they execute the final form of their technique, the area around them and their opponent is engulfed in a swirling cloud of snow and ice. the attack deals multiple blows, consisting of :

- [1] piercing icicles that are thrusted into their opponent

- [2] wide sweeping slashes that sound like howling wind

- [3] a flurry of quick cuts that resemble a snowstorm around you.

the final overhead strike to their opponent leaves a massive ice formation that traps and crushes them (opponent).

kogarashi fun facts !!!

[1] her sword has the symbol for kori (氷), meaning ice, engraved on her sword.

[2] her sword is made of a special alloy that gives the sword an almost frost-like appearance and allows it to momentarily freeze upon contact.

[3] kogarashi uses a snow bunting unlike of all the other demon slayers who instead use crows.

[4] kogarashi suffers from anemia and constant hypothermia because of her breathing style. her body temperature is always dangerously low but she’s learnt to deal with it. shinobu has expressed a great concern about it but there’s not much that can be done about it.

[5] she is the second oldest of five kids. she has an older brother, two younger sisters and a younger brother.

[littleslithewhump]

Day one (knife play)

V has always been thin and weak. He’s never worried about it—it’s just his build. He even at times found his own delicate wrists and chest attractive, in their way. But as he’s seized on the street, blindfolded and handcuffed and thrown into a car, he’s struck by his own inability to do anything to resist. His wildest, strongest movements didn’t seem to shake his kidnapper in the slightest.

He still can’t resist, even after being pulled out from the car after a twenty minute stint in someone’s trunk. His kidnapper has pulled him from the car, into a house, and down a set of stairs without seemingly even registering V’s thrashing. Suddenly, his arms were strung above him, the cuffs swapped with tight, coarse rope, his kicks subdued by a belt around his thighs, and a gag tied tightly around his face.

His captor pulled off his blindfold before he left, but the abrupt light made V squint and sputter before he could see who was doing this to him.

Now he’s bound in front of a mirror, the ropes around his wrists, he sees, looped to a hook on the ceiling and pulled so tightly he’s balanced precariously on the balls of his feet. The belt around his stringy thighs is wide and inflexible, and the fabric gag seals his lips together. He stopped his muffled yelling a while ago—an hour? two?—ago when it was clear no one was coming.

Now, he’s trying to avoid his own eyes in the mirror, humiliated by his own trussed up body. How long will his captor leave him here? Does he know how strange and unpleasant even this is?

But the influx of fear he feels when he hears boots at the top of the stairs makes that fall from his mind. His captor takes his time, each step a thud on the wooden staircase, and V starts shaking lightly.

V strains to see him in the mirror. He’s clothed in multiple layers. Layers on layers. From the bulk of his clothing, V struggles to pin down what he really looks like.

V watches him reach into his pocket to grab something. It flicks out, a clean and dry and raspy sound. A knife.

V muffles a scream and tries to jolt away, but just sways dangerously in his bonds, hopping to prevent himself from losing himself entirely to gravity.

His captor laughs. But still he says nothing. He just approaches, getting closer and closer, until V can see his icey blue eyes. He grabs the hair at the nape of V’s neck, wrenching his head back and exposing his throat. V feels the cold point of the knife on the delicate veins of his jugular, and squeezes his eyes shut, his chest jumping in rapid breaths. He whimpers behind his gag.

His captor has the nerve to laugh again, and traces the knife to the collar of V’s sweater, flicking the tip over his prominent collarbones, pressing closer as V flinches.

“Don’t worry. I won’t cut you.” His voice is nondescript. Not deep or high, not distinctly accented beyond being broadly American.

He releases V’s hair and twists a hand in his sweater instead, pulling the fabric taut as he puts the knife to work. First, he pulls the blade from the neckline to V’s waist. The cool air touching him feels like a slap, but his captor’s hand feels eerily warm as he reaches into the teared fabric and squeezes his waist, thumbs the bottom of his rib cage.

The hand travels down the small of V’s back to the waistband of his pants, and V feels a new type of fear. The hands find their way to the button of his jeans and pop them open, pulling the fly down. V thrashes and, of course, it doesn’t matter. His captor just slices the blade through his jeans, cutting the fabric into ribbons, the knife tracing the sensitive skin on his thighs and calves until his legs are completely bare. It disturbs V in a peculiar way when his captor pulls off his shoes and socks in a way that, while not gentle, is not harsh.

Next, the captor slices his sleeves, pulling the sweater off his body entirely. V’s naked now, except for his boxers.

His captor walks around him like a predator, and V tries to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, his heart beating and chest heaving uncontrollably. Finally, after watching him squirm, the man pulls his boxers down to the belt across his thighs, and V tries to flex his legs, fruitlessly hide his exposed penis and ass.

His captor stands so close behind him, his body pressing against V’s naked back, a hand pinning his hip to his body. He places the knife at his throat, and V feels his muscles petrify. Stilled now, his captor’s other hand feels up his body, his hips and thighs and stomach and ribs, and even grasps his penis briefly, but releases it before V can fully comprehend the feeling.

The knife presses to his throat, and V tries to cry out as he feels a nip of pain there.

Abruptly, he’s released entirely, his captor’s hands gone as he steps away, almost disappearing in the shadowy basement. A bright line of blood has appeared at V’s throat, and he’s shaking and shivering, his knees wobbling. His flushed, thin, weak body mocks himself in the mirror.

“We’ll have some fun together, won’t we?” Says his captor.

V squeezes his eyes shut.

“Oh yes. We will. But for now”— V hears his boots on the stairs again— “Enjoy the view.”

[palaceofpassion]

Something I thought of a while back, something a bit twisted!  May make into a full story.

Warnings, contains character death, neither weiss nor Jaune though.

They were too late, they were far too late... by the time she had come to her senses Ruby was already running up that gods forsaken tower.  The flash of silver light in the distance told her it was done, and her heart broke... because she knew, that despite what had just happened, despite where she was, when she was, she was still too late.  And with the wave of aura, the howling cry in the distance that she could barely make out, she knew that she wasn’t the only one.

Despite that, despite knowing what she did, that her heart broke into a million pieces.  She also knew that there was something she could do.  Silently she stalked, Myrtenaster striking forward through a Beowolves head straight through the bone, akin to a cobra.  Her faint aura fluttered to life, aroused by her sudden state of fury.  More icey cold energy coursed through her veins than ever before.  She could feel her reserves fill, doubling what they once were, before and later.  

When the other’s tried to make their way to her, they were sliced to ribbons, a single arm from the void crushing them beneath it’s mighty ice blue blade.  Her focus was on where she needed to be, though she knew not where exactly she was, she knew she must be close.  And she would find her...

Cinder couldn’t breath, her mind a mess of flames and agony.  Panic struck her as she realized her lack of vision in her left eye, her body unwilling to bend to her call.  She was stuck here till she either regained a modicum of strength or she was retrieved by one of her minions.  

She knew there was no danger, but she couldn’t help the tingle at the back of her neck.  

TAP 

TAP

TAP

Her body tensed, the sudden sound of someone approaching her sending a strange unease through her body.  Her voice was hoarse, tired, unable to call out, though she knew it had to be one of her mooks.  

Yet... when the sound of the steps increased in beats, she began to worry.  Only when she was suddenly met with ice cold eyes, blueish hellions looking down upon her did she realize that it must have been one of the Schnee’s.  If she could, she would have mocked the child, a twisted smile would have been present.  Because in the end, what could the younger Schnee do to he-

There was something lodged in her throat, her air swiftly cut off.  Her body twitched, spasmed, her vision growing dark.  The last thing she remembered before it all went out was the splattering of a warm clear liquid upon her cheek.

Weiss held firm, despite the trembling in her hands as she plunged her blade into Cinder’s throat.  It had taken her a while to find her, but find her she had... and despite the wicked deeds, the horrific tasks that this woman had done and would do... she knew deep down that she herself wasn’t a killer.  

She couldn’t stop herself from tearing up at taking the life of another, even when she knew it had to be done... even when she felt the sudden rush of power flow through her veins.  

“Weiss?”  She heard a voice, his voice.  

He watched her, his hand clutched on his blade, and despite the limp in his step he walked forward.  He... he had heard the stories, knew that Cinder would have fallen here, and though he was late, though he was still as useless as ever... he would come here to prevent what the future would bring...

But what he didn’t expect was someone to beat him to it.  Weiss was there, as he remembered her all those years ago... but as she turned to him, the flicker of flames at the corners of her eyes whisped away... he knew what she had done, and what she had become.

He remembered his own deed just moments ago, from another time perhaps... and he did the only thing he could.  He dropped his weapons and rushed over to her, his arms wrapped around the much smaller girl, pulling her into his neck.  She sobbed, she sobbed because she had taken a life, despite knowing that Cinder was wicked, twisted and evil.  Because... none of them should have had to do it, but they both had... but Weiss was far more truer... his was not.

He just held her, for as long as he could, because he wasn’t going to let her go.  Even as they both knew that the future would be uncertain, and that no matter what they did, they couldn’t change the past... they couldn’t save who they wanted to save.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry...”

Their voices were mixed together, neither sure who was speaking over who.

But they both agreed, “It’s okay, I’m here for you... I promise, I promise.”  

They would hold one another, and they would have to face this new future together...

[icelandic-slenderwoman]

2 options for the rb thing:

I want to cheese you, [slaps a kraft slice plastic cheese on your face]

And I want to Lemon you. [Shoves a lemon, peel and all into your gaping maw]

!?-

*He eats the lemon with zero issues but is still very confused by the cheeze.*

[[Poorly drawn icey]]

[heylinfanclub]

And the Month Begins with a Money Plea. Bless those who helped with the bills. They have been handled most adequately and hopefully my uncle will be back before the next turn of bills (hope,,, hOPE).

Byyuuutttt—- I don’t get my food stamps for a week (even then I only get *drum roll* $70). Went to the food bank and got home to bread that had mold and apple slices that were basically apple sauce. Hrgrhrhrhrhhhg. The grapes SLAPPED though very crisp.

Any amount Helps but fffuckin **sniffles in adhd baby** Ice Creams $6 and UP now, and it’s not a priority but it’s also hot and I do want it. I’d say $20 covers a few days if I buy shit that stretches (cheese and beans cheese and beans). But a lil more gits me THAT ICEY CREME

The PayedPal

[dandruffaromatics]

Interesting topic of the day

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on this topic, I read stuff and try to present it in accurate ways. The information I report likely lacks nuance, it's here to stimulate your curiosity, refer to the further reading to learn more.

Third man factor and bicameral mind

Ernest Shackleton, head of the antartic expedition of 1914-1917, which became stranded for two years over the icey wasteland, wrote:

"I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three.  I said nothing to my companions on the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, “Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us.” "

Others have recounted similar experiences. Frank Smythe, one of the first to attempt the Everest climb, says he continued to feel like he had a companion long after the others had given up and returned to base camp. At some point he offered a slice of cake to this invisible presence, while being aware that he was alone.

Joe Simpson, another climber, says he survived his terrible injury on the Andes thanks to a voice guiding him and encouraging back to the camp. The polar explorer Ann Bancroft experienced something similar as her group became lost on a glacier in the Arctic. So did the microbiologist Stephanie Schwabe on a particularly harsh solo dive, or Ron di Francesco, as the United Airlines flight crashed into the south tower on 9/11/2001, only a few floors below where he was standing.

So. How does this work? Why and how does our brain create a guardian angel for itself? Well, we do not really know. But the most common idea is this.

As panic rises, our brain becomes increasingly unable to be fully conscious. Most of us are not capable, when our life is at risk, to override the panic with the logic side of our brain. So we make up a new person, whose life is not at risk, and who can think, imagine, project, and plan for us, while we are busy just surviving. The ultimate survival instict is to delegate. Our right brain (not exactly the right half, it is more complex than this, but as a manner of speaking) will communicate with the left side through auditory and sometimes visual hallucinations.

And here's the fun part. According to some scholars (highlights *some*) this was the natural state of the human brain until about 3000 years ago.

This idea, pioneered in 1976 by the psychologist Julian Jaynes, stands on the analysis of ancient narrations, such ad the Iliad or the oldest parts of the Old Testament. In these works, introspection (as in the ability for metareflection, for thinking that you are thinking) seems to be not fully formed. Emotions, memories, thoughts, dreams, desires are often described as externalities, sent by spirits or deities. Achille's anger for Patroclo's death, Ettore's desire to fight in front of the city walls, are inspired by the gods and impossible to resist. According to Jaynes, this is how early humans perceived the world, the right side of the mind communicating, through something similar to hallucinations, to the left side.

In the brains of modern humans, the language centers sit on the left side. But, in people suffering from schizophrenia, those zones in the right side of the brain which are symmetric to the language centers on the left side, show increased activity while the subject perceives auditory hallucinations.

According to Jaynes, in early humans the internal monologue used the right side more than the left, so that it was perceived as an externality. As the orders of a god.

From the Bronze Age Collapse (around late 2nd millenium BC), and the mass migrations that followed, this gradually began to change. Increasingly often, humans had to communicate with strangers from different cultures and languages. It became necessary to communicate your thoughts in more complex ways. To explain yourself to others. Gradually through narration, through storytelling, through attempts at communication beyond language barriers, humans became conscious. Quite literally, according to Jaynes, the human brain can introspect, because we can narrate.

If this sounds fascinating but far fetched it's because it is. Several others have criticised this theory as standing on slim evidence. The way feelings and thoughts are described in the Iliad could also just be the result of the literary genre. The Epich of Gilgamesh, a poem from ancient Mesopotamia dating to the late 2nd millenium BC (so in pre-consciousness times according to Jaynes), shows several instances of introspection, though it's hard to say which part of the poem are the true original ones, as it was rewritten through the ages.

Nonetheless, Jaynes' theory is beautiful and fascinating, even if not all of it is necessarily accurate.

Sources and further reading

1. The Third Man factor: Surviving the Impossible, by John Geiger

2. South, by Ernest Shackleton

3. The Origin of Consciousness and the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, by Julian Jaynes

4. Reflections on the Dawn of Consciousness: Julian Jaynes's bicameral mind theory revisited, by Marcel Kuijsten

5. The "bicameral mind" 30 years on: a critical reappraisal of Julian Jaynes' hypothesis, by Andrea Eugenio Cavanna

[bluepoodle7]

#Culvers #GrilledReubenMeltSandwich#CulversBananaWatermelonCoolerSmall #CulversMixedFruitCooler #GeorgesChiliSupremeMedium #FastFoodReview

I tried the Culver's Grilled Reuben Melt, George's Chili Supreme, and Culvers Banana Watermelon Cooler Small.

This meal was pretty good.

The sandwich and chili was microwaved.

The Grilled Reuben Melt Sandwich and it was pretty good.

The sandwich bread had a greasy texture to it that was on my fingers but didn't taste greasy to me.

This had a light buttery taste and my meat was firm but soft while also well sliced. The meat had a light salty taste to it and was easily edible.

The swiss cheese had a light salty with a creamy taste that went well with the lightly sweet thousand island sauce and the sauerkraut was soft but lightly crunchy in texture. The sauerkraut was lightly salty tasting to me.

The George's Chili Supreme Medium Size and it was pretty good.

This chili had a lightly sweet and salty tomato soup like taste and the beans were firm but also soft. This also had tiny pieces of burger meat in it that tasted fresh and were lightly salty.

The onions gave this chili a crunchy texture and the sour cream with the shredded cheese gave this chili a creamy texture that went well with the tomato taste.

The Zesta soup crackers that were provided were okay.

These soup crackers were lightly salty tasting to me while also crunchy in texture.

I'm not really a fan of soup cracker and would rather eat a soup with a a sandwich or have cheeze-its with my soup.

The Culver's Banana Watermelon Cooler Small Size and it was pretty good.

This was in the freezer and I let this cooler thaw out.

This had a slushy like consistency and tasted like a fruit icey slushy.

This had a light fresh natural watermelon and real banana taste.

This was sweet but not overly sweet to me.

I would eat this meal again.

[queenczarina17]

Deadly Habits

Chapter 1

To fall in love with God is the greatest romance, to seek Him the greatest adventure, to find Him the greatest human achievement.

Hecate continues to place the white narcissus flowers throughout Rhea’s thick braid that runs all the way down her back stopping just before hitting her hips.

“Oh this party is going to be so much fun!” Hecate squeals in delight at my hair. “So beautiful. These flowers were just what your hair needed.” She stepped back to look at her handy work. The flowers, the traditional attire, and the crown. The crown was crafted by her grandparents after her birth. To serve as a gift to symbolize her status as a princess of the underworld.

Made of gold that had been blackened expertly to match her grandfather’s and mother’s crown. Obsidian and opals scarred in an elegant partner circling the entire crown. Finally, at the tip of the front crown spike was a piece of stibnite which had been carved into an oval.

Rhea stands up from the vanity and heads to the floor length mirror to view her outfit for her party.

“I think you should have gone with one of your grandmother’s white robes.” Hecate says from Rhea’s bed which she has now taken a seat on.

“Black is more my color. Don’t you think?” Rhea looks at her in the reflection behind her.

“Well gray is actually the traditional color of the descendance of Hades and Persphone.”

“I know but that is my mother and uncle’s thing. You know?”

“Have you seen Than today?”

She stiffens and turns around to face Hecate. She clears my throat.

“No. He had some business to attend to before the party tonight. It has actually been a relief. I didn’t have to worry about him breathing down my neck.”

“He only does it because he cares. You know he is worried because of all that time you have been spending up on Earth.”

“I’ve been able to act like a human.”

“You aren’t human. You are Ker, Goddess of Death.” She smiles.

“I’m not Ker. I’m Rhea. Just Rhea.” Rhea takes a long pause before finishing the last part of her sentence. “At least for now.”

A knock at the door stops the women’s conversation. Before Rhea can speak, the large black double doors swing up and in walks Thanatos. His pale translucent skin glows with the light of the bedroom. His white hair hidden by the hood of his robe. His traditional appearance. Although the hood covers his hair, his sculpted face still peaks out. The man might as well be carved out of marble.

“Hecate. Pleasure.” Thanatos says as he floats weightless across the room to Rhea.

“Thanatos.” Hecate pauses. “I need to finish getting ready. I’m going to head to the guest bathroom.” Hecate hops off the bed and out of the room closing the large doors behind her as she leaves.

“My queen.” Thanatos wraps his icey arm around Rhea’s waist sending a chill down her spine. It's been 1000 years and she still has not gotten used to how cold he is.

“Than.” Rhea says softly, continuing to look at her reflect now with an added large mass behind her.

“I much prefer you in your traditional wear. You look like the future goddess you are.” His smile cuts through her stomach as if he sliced his sickle through her tiny frame. He removes his hand from Rhea’s waist.

“You don’t think I should have worn gray or white.” Rhea asks. She normally didn’t care much of his opinion on anything she did but something about tonight. She knew tonight was different.

“You look stunning in either, my love.” He stares at her through the mirror. “What is troubling you my queen?”

“Just the nerves of tonight.”

“There is nothing for you to be nervous about. This has been written for years. The Fates have woven the threads. The stars have been arranged by Astraeus himself.” Thanatos places his frozen lips against her forehead.

The party in the great hall was a sea of noise and bright robes. Everyone was smiling and mingling.

On a hidden balcony overlooking the entire hall, Hades, Persephone, Melione, Zagreus, Aristaronus, Thanatos and Rhea sit watching. They are waiting for their grand entry as a family.

“Let’s go.” Persephone commands her family as the group head to the main stairs that would take them down to the party. The group lined up in their hierarchical order. Hades and Persephone are the first to descend the stairs, followed by Zagreus, Melinoe and Aristaronus, and finally Rhea and Thanatos arounded out the group.

The family made their way to a stage at the back of the hall which held the thrones which had been moved from the throne room early this morning. A large black obsidian one for Hades, a white and black marble one for Persephone, a smaller black obsidian to the left of Hades’ for Zagreus, a white and gold marbled one for Melinoe and a small gold and black throne for Rhea behind the group sat Aristaronus and Thanatos. Everyone remains silent as Hades stands to address the crowd in his booming voice.

“Thank you everyone. As many of you know tonight is very special to my family. My beautiful granddaughter entered this realm on this day over 2500 years ago. Now as many of you know, Thanatos.” He turns to look at Thanatos. Thanatos moves from his seat in the back to beside Rhea’s throne. Hades continues “has been courting my granddaughter for many years. Their love is destiny. I have not seen a love so strong since my own for my queen and wife Peresphone.” The crowd cheers. Rhea looks and sees her grandmother’s cheeks flush with the attention.

“Thank you, Thank you. Now, I’m very happy to announce that tonight, my granddaughter Rhea and Thanatos are to be wed.” The crowd again breaks out in cheers. Thanatos offers his hand to Rhea to help her off of her throne. Rhea passes a slight glance at her mother whose hands are digging to the stone of her throne. Her face stoic as she looks forward.

Thanatos and Rhea stand in front of the crowd, Thanatos then turns to Rhea and slowly gets down on one knee. Her stomach twisting in knots while bile rises in the back of her throat. The crowd goes silent as they all stare with fire in their eyes to see the ring that is in the red velvet box.

“Rhea, my queen, my love, my light. Will you solidify our destinies together and be my wife?” He stares up with her with his bright blue eyes as he opens the box.

Inside there was a large black crystal opal. Purple, violet, blue and indigo shine but breaking through was a small piece of red. Thanatos takes the ring out and slips it on her ring finger.

“Yes.” Rhea manages to get out. Thanatos rises back to his feet and pulls her into an embrace. His coldness wrapping her body. As he continues to hold her, he moves his mouth to her ear.

“No escaping now, my queen.” He whispers softly. Her ring suddenly felt like a chain wrapped around her body attached to a large weight.

Rhea inhales in the warm sticky air from the summer night. The roof top bar of Club Minta provides a sanctuary from the afterparty going on below her. There a few people scattered about taking long sips of brightly colored drinks and engaging in conversation.

Rhea turns back to the skyline of the city. It reminds her when Hecate would show her a range of beautiful skylines in the underworld before she was allowed to leave. She loved looking at all the neon. She loved knowing so many people above her were enjoying their lives without care in the world. Each having their own story, own thoughts and free will. She longed to be able to explore her human side for many years.

The stir of magic in the air from the range of Gods, Goddess, Demi-Gods and Quads that were gathered below made her head ring. She digs in her small purse, pulling out a gold cigarette case.

She pops it open and pulls out one of the hand rolled cigarettes. They weren’t traditional cigarettes as those didn’t provide the relief she needed. These were crafted by Hecate as a gift. A combination of narcissus, tobacco grown in the underworld, and a small spell.

She places the cigarette in the mouth and sets the gold case back in her purse. She digs and no lighter. She hates using her magic in the upper world but she was disparate. She spins her pointer finger and a small flame appears. She used it to light the cigarette then extinguished it.

“Can I borrow one of those?” A deep voice says from behind her.

“I don’t think you would like these too much.” She tells the voice without turning away from the view of the skyline.

“Why is that, little Raven?” Rhea can hear the smirk in his voice.

“These are homemade.” She snaps back.

“Ah, so is there something a little special in those, Raven?” She can tell his smirk is even bigger now.  Rhea spins on her heels and faces him.

As soon as she sees him, her jaw almost hits the ground. Who is this? His shaggier black hair slicked back to keep it out of his eyes. He is incredibly tall. Taller than her standing at 5’10 with 5 inch heels.

“Something wrong, Raven?” His lips part slightly as the words leave his mouth. It takes her a moment to stop staring and answer him.

“Ah, no actually. I was just..thinking..about you calling me, Raven. That isn’t my name.” She tells him while digging the gold case out.

“Well, it felt rude not to call you something. I saw your black hair and it reminded me of a Raven. Plus something about the energy you give off gives me Edgar Allen Poe vibes. I mean I could have called you Annabel Lee if you preferred?” He says as she handed him the cigarette.

“Raven is just fine unless you want to know my real name?” She tries to hide the smile forming on her  lips. He pulls out a small gold lighter with a symbol on it.

“Well, Raven, we can keep it as pet names if you like. I tend to like pet names as it helps remove some of the personal emotions that come with knowing someone’s formal name.” He takes a dig.

“Well, if I am Raven then why don’t I call you Edgar.”

“I like that, Edgar.”

“So Edgar, what brings you here tonight?”

“I felt like dancing.”

“Dancing? You, Edgar, do not look like a dancer.”

“Oh, really now? I suppose you are a dancing expert.”

“Me. No. I’m just someone who joins grinding on someone who is taller than myself. It’s easy to dance as a woman.”

“You must not find too many men who are taller than yourself. Especially when you wear those ankle breakers.”

“Ankle breakers? That's a good name for them. But I have never broken my ankle wearing them.”

He takes a moment as she can see  the cigarette is hitting him.

“Wow, Raven, what is in this? I have never had anything like this.” He held the cigarette up to examine it.

“It's an herbal blend. My friend makes them for me. She is sort of a herbal and crystal person.” Rhea let a small laugh out as she continued to watch him.

“This isn’t going to get me high right?” He has a hint of panic in his voice.

“Oh god no. That is in a different pack in my purse.” She smiles at him.

“Well, Raven, I must thank you.”

“No problem.” As soon as the M pops out of my mouth. I feel Thanatos’ presence. He is coming.

“What’s the matter?” His eyes show concern.

“Nothing. I need to leave.” She adjusted her purse and started making her way towards her security who were standing near in the elevator that led downstairs.

“Wait.” His hand wraps around her upper arm. Rhea turns to look at him. “I need to see you again Raven. What is your phone number?”

She pauses and opens her purse again, digging for her pen. She grabs his hand and etches her number on the back of his hand.

He isn’t able to say another word before she rushes toward the elevator hoping to intercept Thanatos before he can make his way fully onto the roof.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Here to request again! Brainy and Nia ice skating, cute date prompt

- I'm sorry this is so late! But I hope you enjoy! x

It was official, Kara freezing over a whole lake was by far the coolest thing Nia had ever seen her use her ice breath for.

After the stresses of the last few weeks had finally accumulated to unbearable levels, it had become clear that the Super Friends were in need of a serious break. Somewhere that they could all go out and just relax. No Tower, no emergencies, no crime fighting and certainly no Super Friends. Just friends. Hanging out. Having a good time.

Everyone had agreed that they didn’t want to be cooped up indoors anymore, so karaoke or game night had been quickly removed from the equation. But, with the weather growing gradually colder, Kara had suggested a fun, day-time alternative.

In all honesty, Nia hadn’t expected that suggestion to be ice skating - and she really, really hadn’t expected there to be no rink involved.

She hadn’t exactly skated much in her life. Roller blading, sure, but Parthas hadn’t had a rink, and the only time she’d ever ice skated had been at a friend’s birthday party out of town.

If memory served, she’d fallen on her ass a graceful count of twelve times.

But, that was years ago. Besides, she was Dreamer, now, right? If she could master combat training with Brainy, or throw electrified energy across a room, then how hard could skating be?

The second she’d stepped foot on the ice, she got her answer.

“Don’t let go, okay?” Nia asked for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.

She’d been circling with Brainy around the outskirts of the lake for about an hour now, though with the little progress she’d made, it felt way longer than that. The grassy verge was right by her feet, and if she lost her balance, she knew that it’d be right there to cushion her fall, but she didn’t want to give up.

Alex and Kelly had been skating a little ways away, passing Nia and Brainy by every so often, holding hands, smiling and laughing, looking all couple-y. They could both skate well enough that neither one relied on the other to remain upright.

Nia couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened by that.

As she’d expected, Brainy was a natural when it came to ice skating. A skill that took balance and perfect form to master should have been a dead giveaway that she’d be skating with a pro; but, of course, he couldn’t exactly showcase those talents while he was stuck at her side, acting as the stabilisers to her proverbial bike.

And, Kara? Nia should have known that Kara would have been an expert at this, too. Although, Kara was spending less time on the ice and more of it trying to encourage Lena to come out and join them. Lena, however, had insisted she was perfectly happy to watch from the side lines, book sat comfortably across her lap.

Nia half wished she’d done that, too. But, now that she was out on the ice, she was not getting off until she’d at least figured out how to move in a straight line without risking serious injury.

Not that she was worried about getting injured. Brainy’s hand had remained on the small of her back the whole time she’d been on the ice, holding her posture in place, the warmth of his fingers secure against her spine. His other hand held tightly to her arm, helping to guide her forward, encouraging her to drag her feet in more natural motions to the ones she’d started out with.

“You’re improving,” Brainy noted with clear approval, a gentle smile in his voice. “Soon, you won’t need my guidance at all.”

Nia forced a smile of her own, trying her hardest to keep focused on the ice ahead of her. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” she muttered.

“Are you sure?”

And, just like riding a bike, Brainy let her go.

Panic ignited in Nia’s chest the second she watched him disappear from her peripheral.

“What?” she squeaked. “No, no, Brainy, don’t let go! Don’t let go! Brainy!”

Nia threw her arms out ahead of her, which she realised a second too late was not a good idea. The whole action only threw her already teetering balance to the precipice of disaster. In vain, she tried to hold herself in the posture Brainy had been teaching her, locking her knees together at the last moment to keep from tripping face first into the ice. She was half inclined to use a bubble of dream energy as an emergency stopper.

She needn't have worried. Before she could even summon her powers, Brainy had swooped in around her again, using his ring to lift himself from the ice just enough that he effortlessly caught up to her, landing just inches ahead.

Nia made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeal as she knocked into his front – her own personal braking system.

She grabbed a hold of his chest, laughing into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “That was low,” she said.

“It worked, did it not?”

“Yeah! If by worked you mean nearly gave me a heart attack.” She laughed again, still feeling a little giddy from the adrenaline rush. Out of curiosity, she turned her head, quirking an eyebrow at the ground she’d covered. “Well, hey, look at that. At least I conquered straight lines.”

“Would you like to continue?” Brainy asked seriously. His hands slotted around her back, securing her to the spot when her foot slid a little too far out from under her. He lowered his voice. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to?” Nia asked dubiously, glancing back towards him. “I’m guessing it’s not that much fun being my instructor.”

“On the contrary,” Brainy said, squeezing her tight. “I find it very fun.”

Nia looked up at him then, so taken by the sudden warmth in his eyes. She’d been so worried that Brainy hadn’t been enjoying himself that she’d nearly missed it, that excited look he got whenever he taught her a new move in combat or witnessed her improve upon a dream ability in real time.

He really was enjoying himself. Just by being by her side.

That realisation caused something to stir in Nia’s chest, swarming inside her stomach like butterflies. Maybe it was the chill of the ice talking, but something was telling her to lean in just a little closer - enough that she could feel Brainy’s breath graze her lips, so warm and inviting against her skin.

She closed her eyes, digging her fingers into Brainy’s sweatshirt, feeling his own hands tighten against her in response.

“Guys, if you’re going to make out, please do it somewhere you don’t get in the way!” Alex called out, jerking Nia from the moment all at once.

Alex was stood behind them, the whole rest of the lake totally empty had she really wanted to get past. Nia gritted her teeth, spinning around to glare at her. Alex only smirked, raising her hands in fake surrender.

“Oh, like you weren’t doing that with Kelly, like, five minutes ago!” Kara said as she shot past Alex on the lake, dousing Nia in an icy chill. “Do you know how difficult it is skating around you two? At least Brainy and Nia keep to the sides!”

Alex stuck her tongue out at her sister, of which Kara returned with matched enthusiasm.

Nia rolled her eyes, turning back to her boyfriend. Brainy still looked a little flushed, and from the heat still warming her cheeks, she figured she wasn’t doing much better.

She glanced down, taking Brainy's hand in hers, squeezing tight. “Alright, Wildcat. I’m ready,” she announced. “Let’s keep going.”

And hey, if Brainy could help her explore further from the lake's edge, maybe they could find a spot that would be way harder for Alex to intrude on.

[wcamino-confessions]

I think people struggle to realize that some people actually have a life outside of wa. Like why do people get mad when you don’t respond to a rp message because you had to do normal in real life things? (Shower, work, school etc). Some people don’t realize that it is a SOCIAL platform and some people do have lives outside of it.

[ask-ghostly-mist]

Ghostly’s and Flux’s kids but as adults! 

Belle (one on the left) will inherit Flux’s hive when she becomes of age and succeed him as Queen when he retires. She gets the throne because she is the oldest but also because she is more changeling than her siblings. Able to shape shift just as well as any pure changeling and thus able to successfully create a link with her bug subjects; something her siblings can’t do. Like her father, she prefers an earthpony disguise. Her cutie mark is earned, like a regular pony, and represents her talent for music. Singing in particular, but she has a natural knack for almost all intruments.

Sugar (the one in the center) unfortunately becomes a lot like her dad as she grows older. A bitter sass master to everyone, except unlike her father she never gets that one person that becomes her soft spot. She is equal amounts of changeling and wendigo and because of this both traits cancel out and she is the only ‘normal’ pony in the family. She encounters someone later in her life to turn her into a vampire. She’s always hated how she was the only normal pony, so she considers vampirism a literal gift. Her cutie mark is a spiderweb stained with blood, it showcases her talent with the dead. As in, she can tell how a person died and when especially so with violent deaths; she’ll be a good detective. For obvious reasons, she earns her mark in her late teens--extremely late for most ponies.

Icey (one on the right) is the polar opposite of Belle, and is more wendigo than changeling. He can shift similarly to how Ghostly can and can control ice and snow on will as well. As a child and teen he can hardly control his wendigo side and because of this he’ll be a very angry kid. He calms down as he becomes an adult, especially so when he isolates himself for a few years to actually learn how to control his icey side. And even more so when he marries. His cutie mark is an anvil with a (poorly drawn) snowflake above it. It represents his skill with a forge. While ponies may not need swords or steel created by a blacksmith anymore, it’s still required with some things. Things made by him tend to last longer than when manufactured by a factory, as well. He will probably be the go-to blacksmith for Guards’ armor.

[radiant-flutterbun]

Playing God

    The cell was cold and dark. There was no window. No furnishings. No sign of comfort. Asra shifted and the metal cuffs clamped over their wrists burned from the cold. Their chains clanked as they glanced out the small opening that showed signs of life outside of their cell. The door was well fortified, as everything was in the Fortress of Ends. But they could just make out the shadow from their guard.

    “I know it’s you, Super.” They said. Their voice was calm despite the pain.

    They heard a sigh.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you.”

“And yet you are.” Asra couldn’t help but grin to themself.

“You’re a degenerate. You know that right?”

Asra chuckled. “I’m well aware. But are you aware you’re one yourself?”

They saw the shadow twitch.

“Those are empty words.”

“Are they now? It was your journal that gave me the inspiration.”

Super was silent and then his voice came back with a slight crack.

“You found my journal?”

“Channeling Elemental magic to manipulate the dead… Fascinating stuff. Easier than I thought it was.”

“The dead are meant to stay that way, you freak.”

“Then why were you researching it too?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“I think it is. You’ve found a way to reanimate the body. But what if we go further? Find a way to pull back the Soul? You lost a sister, haven't you?”

Silence.

“You want her back, huh?”

Nothing.

“What if told you, that I might know how? You only have to let me free.”

***

Asra laughed maniacally as they commanded their newest pet. It was an Imperial. Finding their deceased was difficult. The breed were cagey about their burying practices. Asra suspected they normally burned their dead. How else would they hide their rotting whales of corpses? And they heard rumors of what happened when their kind died. Rumors that could be confirmed if only they could find themself in the Sunbeam Ruins.

But no. The pearlcatcher was now stuck on an island in the waters between the flights of Light, Nature, and Shadow. They rubbed the gray scars around their wrists. They may have escaped one prison only to find themself on another, but at least this prison had company and room to play.

Another pearlcatcher approached Asra. He was gray with red wings and wore a light purple cloak that matched his eyes.

Asra’s eyes lit up. “Super! Just in time. Look what I found!” They twirled their finger and the imperial corpse sat down like a puppy.

Super sighed. “And where did you get that? Actually don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“Do you think if I find another I could create an Emperor? Do you think they’re real? Do you think I could control one?”

“I don’t know Asra. But you should know that Farell has pissed off a pod of maren. She took one of their dead.”

“Oh? That’s fun! Never saw a maren up close. Is it fresh? Do you think we can cut it open and see what’s inside?”

“Asra… Azzy. You’re not listening. This means we can no longer fish. The maren aren’t letting us step foot in the water.”

Asra smiled and flicked Super’s muzzle. “Then we kill them, Superstar!”

Super’s brow furrowed. “Isn’t that… a bit excessive?”

“Nothing is excessive when we’re practically gods! This world is ours to take and shape. The dead obey us, and soon the dead won’t be dead anymore. I think I’ve got it figured out. But first we need to get off this island.”

“Oh Azzy… you’ve ruined me. I used to be a respected mage, you know!”

“And yet you still broke me out of that icey prison. You knew what you were getting into.”

Super sighed again and unsheathed his scythe.

“Yeah. You’re right. Anyway. Which side of the island should we start on?”

“Hmm South. I’ll bring my new pet too. Try not to slice up the maren too much. I want to keep their bodies.”

“Of course Azzy. Should I get the others too?”

“Nah. I think the two of us can handle it fine on our own.”

“This is fucked up.”

“But you’re still going to do it.”

“What can I say?” Super nuzzled Asra. “I’m a degenerate.”

[bts-trash-blog]

"Seriously? Why do you have to be so...so..so." you watch as he stumbles over his words, his hands waving about as he paces back and forth. Keeping a distance from you body that was leaning agasint your sketch table. You hear the ringing of your heart beating in your ears quicken as you catch the look in his eyes, a mix of desperation and anger. A look you know all to well, a look you had feared seeing on his face from the start.

"Say it Hoseok,dont be a fucking pussy and say it." Your icey tone seems to have sliced the thread that had been holding his anger back. You see the shift in his eyes, the way his body puffs out, his shoulder strigening his his hands twisting into fist as he took a step towards your seemingly unbothered frame.

"So fucking heartless!" And with those three words your heart shattered

A snippet of a story I wrote....

[notnctu]

POV | PART TWO

━ ❝ i’d love to see me from your point of view.❞

❀ lee donghyuck x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, fluff! angst, (optional smut is marked with ****) ❀ details - best friends to lovers!au, college!au, ft. best friend mark, slice of life?, inspo by pov by ariana grande ❀ word count - 6.1k ❀ warnings - swearing, dangerous reckless behavior, fingering, penetration, public?sex?, unprotected, slight dirty talk ❀ synopsis - Donghyuck gradually falls in love with you, his best friend, through unprecedented intimate moments that reveal more than what meets the eye and a drunken shared kiss on your birthday makes him realize how hard he’s fallen for you. You’re oblivious to it all, trying to indulge and seek a one true love through bad tinder hookups or men you meet at the club, all to only end in self doubt that Donghyuck has to reconcile. And he always tells you what you need to hear, while also leaving out the part where he so badly wishes you can love yourself the way he loves you.

❀ a/n - make sure you read the first part as it’s a continuation! please please leave me feedback, i would really appreciate it :) this is going to be my last long fic for the time being! thanks for dealing with my spam for the past few weeks after months no of writings <3

READ PART ONE

Donghyuck thought about that kiss every night since it happened, yet knowing you didn’t do the same. How unfortunate it was, when he panicked waking next to you in the morning and wondering if you were to confront him about it. However, there was nothing, no follow up. You didn’t remember it and he couldn’t tell if the sigh that left his mouth that morning was out of relief or despair. 

Regardless, that became his epiphany and the more his love for you grew, the more he wished to be around you for all his days. Donghyuck jumped at every text message, picking up the phone to see if it was you and noting the disappointment in his heart whenever it wasn’t. He found himself smiling whenever your name was brought up, fondly thinking of how you make his heart race. 

The moments that you were together, he swears on every universe that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. There’s something about you that makes him want to believe in love, and it’s not because of your unrealistic desires to find one. As selfish as he came to be, he wanted you all to himself and to be the sole reason behind your smiles.

“No Mark?” Asking as you hop into Donghyuck’s car, the clock on his dash reading the red digital numbers 2:12 A.M. 

“Why can’t we just hang out for once?” He whines, but hopes that it’s playful enough to where you can’t tell that he’s actually serious. Donghyuck hears your melodic chuckle and everything inside him rumbles with glee and satisfaction. 

He steals quick peeks over at you in the passenger seat, greedily taking in your appearance. “That’s not exactly how a throuple works, but I’ll let it pass. Mark never has time for us anyways.” 

There is something so intimate about the late nights; the outside world is dead in its sleep and vulnerable to chaos. The streets are completely empty and it truly feels as if it’s you two against the city. It brings no regulations, easy escapes, staying up all night to feel something the day can’t give you. 

You are the perfect person to spend them with. You’re the very definition of a good feeling, where he’s forgetting all his bad days and soaring through the heavens. The most accurate human form of excitement, the adrenaline and sweetest thrills that run throughout his body. 

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do…” As Donghyuck pulls into a gas station parking lot, the small convenient store is brightly lit with a blinding white sign that reads a popular chain establishment. 

Hyuck blinks at you curiously, head tilt and waiting for you to finish your sentence. Getting out of the car, you stand on your toes and rest your chin on the roof of his car to speak directly to him, “you know that big intersection over on 34th Boulevard?” He catches the mischievous twinkle that shines in your eyes and a grin so fearless fits your face perfectly.

He nods, spinning his car keys on his finger and walking up to the store. But he’s looking back at you with eyes that ask for you to proceed with him, and you’re running towards him with a sudden youthful energy and a jump in your step. 

Your hand latches onto his arm and his gaze drops momentarily to follow it, “I’ve always wanted to just run down the middle of it. To run down a busy traffic area when it’s empty, knowing that this would be the only opportunity to do it without getting run over.” 

“Is that what you’re suggesting we should do next?” Hyuck opens the fridge and grabs his favorite prepackaged ice cream cone. Your grip on his sleeve tightens, your dazzling eyes never leaving his.

He hands you a random popsicle and you take it mindlessly, your train of thought still trying to convince Hyuck to embark on achieving this new thrill of yours. “If you didn’t have anything else planned…”

“Am I some Fairy Godmother? Granting your wishes to come true?” Using sarcasm to hide his undying desire to scream yes! may be the best thing he’s learned to utilize. However, you don’t need to beg any more when a small smile curves at his lips. He’s more than convinced.

“Ah, a happy couple. You two look great together.” The rather talkative cashier compliments while he rings up the icey treats. 

Just before Hyuck can clarify, you’re pulling him closer by the arm and using your fake saccharine smile. “The best boyfriend ever!” His throat freezes, but he’s following your lead closely. Confusion wandering his thoughts, but heart swelling at your usage of the word boyfriend to reference him. 

The friendly stranger laughs wholeheartedly at your giddy act, completely falling for your overplayed nature of a lovey dovey girlfriend. “He always buys me what I want, like this ice cream. He knows it’s my favorite.” You blink innocently up at him, but he finally understands your malicious motive.

Shooting a glare at you, he complies silently and pulls out his card to pay for both of your treats. “Right. Anything my baby wants.” He says the pet name so easily that it shocks him a bit. 

“Hey, you’re a good man.” The clueless cashier smiles even wider and prints the receipt. With a simple gratitude, you both exit the store and you’re laughing the loudest form of mockery.

Jumping into the car, Hyuck is quick to roll his eyes. “He always buys me what I want.” He imitates your previous statement with a silly voice. “I can’t believe you robbed me.” 

The ridiculous scheme actually managed to work, leaving your stomach to hurt from the intense fit of giggles. “My baby? Where did you learn that?” You say between your spurts of laughter.

Heat rises up his neck, slightly embarrassed. “So what? Nicknames are cute.” He admits bashfully, while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

Your chuckles die down and you’re leaning over the middle console to get a closer look of his expression. “Really? Didn’t think you were the type. You never used them with your exes.” 

“Around you.” A cringe runs down your spine when you witness Hyuck bite his ice cream, settling back in your seat with a grumble.

“Pet names in private.” Now, his palms grow a bit slick with perspiration. “That’s endearing.” Unwrapping your melting popsicle, you don’t probe him more about the subject. Instead, Hyuck turns up the stereo to drown out any more talk about romantic gestures.

After several rounds of finding street parking, Hyuck finally swerves into a spot situated just before the large six-way intersection. The traffic lights blink in view at the end of the street and in the darkness, there are no cars around. An unfamiliar scene, this place is nothing but a wide open road with five lanes that meet in the middle and lead to six different directions. The white painted lines that divide up the road are as chaotic as it looks during the day filled with traffic.

Nonetheless, you are right. There is no other chance to see it so dead, so empty, so free. 

And you’re already hopping out of the car that Hyuck breaks his daydream and hurries after you. Standing the middle of the road is a dangerous scheme, yet these are the thrill seeking moments that you crave too well. 

Extending your arm out and your palm facing the night sky, you grin enticingly at Hyuck to join you in the middle of the chaotic lines and the adrenaline picks up within him. He, too, matches your smile and lets every form of enthusiasm fuel him. 

“Race you to the end.” Hyuck begins bolting down the long runway, causing you to scoff in disbelief at his sudden challenge. 

The wind that takes flight against his body is crisp on his skin and driving his strands into a wild mess. Turning around, he sees that you’re quick on his tail. However, the one thing that catches his eye… the one thing that makes this moment another one of your most beautiful ones is the utter bliss and peace in your facial expression. 

Eyes are closed and arms are spread out as if you’re letting the wind carry you away. The air slips between the spaces of your fingers and the night is filled with nothing, but your gentle out of breath giggles. 

Donghyuck stops in his tracks right under the colorful traffic lights at your astonishing image. And if you are to open your eyes, you’ll see the marvelous image of your sun waiting for you in the middle of the largest intersection of the city with his mouth slightly agape and marked under a trance.

An exasperated sigh escapes as a puff of smoke and his heart works extra hard to pump oxygen in his veins. In his perspective, the excellent city skyline at the horizon remains your background and you’re running toward him with a breathless joy. Another splitting breathtaking image that will live in his mind for as long as he knows you.

So he throws caution to the wind and though it feels too good to be true, he loves his best friend more than anyone he’s ever come across.

By the end of your rendezvous, you two find a secret rooftop to fully enjoy your silent city. Standing side by side, you both lean with your elbows on the ledge. 

There is something so unspoken and intimate about this very moment, where existing in each other’s presences becomes wholly more comfortable than anything in the world. And this safety allows for vulnerable secrets to spill, for questions that your heart has always been afraid to ask to fall from your lips. 

But you’re not here with just anybody. Donghyuck probably knew what was already on your mind, he just needed you to speak them into existence.

“Hyuck, do you think I’m unlovable?” 

Perhaps, it’s the intimacy that allows for him to talk more confidently about how he views you. Heart over mind, he scoffs in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’re the most lovable person I know! From your happy giggles to your overall easy going aura. We’re not perfect people, but you’re worth every glance and every praise. I wanted to be with you the very moment you made me laugh.” 

Donghyuck passionately rambles on about your attributes and everything you’ve allowed him to experience over the years of your friendship. While he’s always been there for you, you’re always by his side and making sure he’s living a memorable life. He thanks all his sweetest memories to you, that you are the most impactful person of his entire college experience.

“I came to college thinking I’d have my nose in textbooks all day long, but you fell into my life like an opportunity to escape. I love my nights trying to crush Mark on the leaderboards, but I’d give that up any day to run down a major intersection in the middle of the city with you.” 

With a playful soft chuckle, you say something that practically makes his heart stop and regret oversharing. “You know, from how you describe me… it almost sounds like you’re in love with me.”

“Maybe I am.” He bites the inside of his cheek, unsure what suddenly overcame him. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and he’s anticipating your response, trying every way to decipher the quizzical look on your face. Nevertheless, your hesitation causes him to panic and he intercepts before you can respond. “I meant that as your friend.” 

His heart drops into the pit of his stomach, gaze averting away from you. Lies. Lies. More fucking lies. He should’ve waited to see what you would’ve said. 

Nodding knowingly, you lightly place your hand over his. The warmth of your touch soothes his aching and disappointment. Why is he hurting from a simple look? “I know.” He can’t tell what’s worse, the fact that you truly believe he only loves you as a friend or that you saw right through him and are trying to let him save face. 

“Something happened the night of your birthday that I think I should tell you.” Hyuck sighs out all his frustrations. 

He pulls his hand from underneath yours, “you asked me to kiss you as a birthday favor.” There is no confidence to watch your reaction, his eyes remain focused on the dark city. 

Instead of a painstaking rejection, you laugh wholeheartedly and somehow, he feels much lighter. “And did you?”

“How could I say no to you on your birthday?” Peering over, your fingers softly graze your lips and a wandering look is present in your dazed stare.

“It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, Hyuck.” Smiling at him, Hyuck looks cluelessly at you and doesn’t recall another time. He would’ve remembered. 

“Guess who I stole that same request from?” Your eye lashes bat firmly at him and he gulps at your implied question. There was no way.

“Me? When?” This all causes him to rack his brain of lost files, something he must’ve missed.

Sighing, you bid him a kind smile. “Your birthday party a few months ago. Drunk out of your living mind, you pulled me privately into the kitchen and asked if I could kiss you as a birthday gift.” 

Fuck, no wonder why he couldn’t remember. He didn’t remember a single thing from that night. “It was right after my break up.” 

Nodding, you affirm his realization. “You told me that you felt so lonely, and somehow…. someway… I’ve always made you feel seen. Perhaps, you do the same for me and my drunk ass was bold enough to ask for a similar request.” 

But did you kiss him as if you loved him? With the same amount of love that he did the night of your birthday? 

Nonetheless, you shrug off the topic and move on from it all. “We should go, the sun comes up in a few.” 

Hyuck notes this odd detail. You’re not one to end the nights so abruptly, so it almost seemed as if you didn’t want to speak more about it. 

Perhaps, you did kiss him like you meant it but every fear in your body about loving your best friend stops you from admitting it all. 

Because you shouldn’t love your best friend, but something deep down has always wanted to.

How ridiculous he was to believe that you could ever possibly share the same feelings as him. How foolish he felt the moment you burst into his apartment announcing how you’ve finally found the one after another random Tinder date. 

It’s as the night on the rooftop a week ago didn’t even exist or mean anything to you. But that night ate him up alive, to the point where he sought out love counseling from Mark.

“Oh dude, this is serious.” Mark watches Hyuck pace the room, double around the floorplan with his head in his hands with utter frustration and confusion. You’re the only thing that’s been running through his mind the last few days. 

He grunts and rolls his eyes at how Mark’s face had fallen sullen. “I practically confessed everything I loved about her. It’s pretty serious.”

Mark stands and stops Hyuck by the shoulders, looking dead into his eyes. “I’ve liked her before too and would have done some dumb act to get her to like me back. I get it, Hyuck. So, what do you want to do?”

Donghyuck initially scoffs and tears away from his best friend’s intense stare, “of course you liked her too.” His voice fades out at the end of his sentence. “Mark, I like her so much it’s hard to look at anyone else. She’s…”

“Mesmerizing?” Mark finishes his sentence with a small proud grin on his lips. 

Hyuck couldn’t hold the ridiculous laugh that escapes at how smug Mark looks, but then a silence falls over him. He realizes how perfect that word is to describe you. You are every dazzling trance he’d fawn under. 

“It’s wrong, Mark. She’s our best friend, I can’t ruin us.” Hyuck slumps his shoulders forward and a pout extends. His eyes are wandering the ugly carpet but he’s thinking about every moment you’ve smiled. 

“How did this happen in the first place? I thought you never would’ve liked her…” Mark’s question has Hyuck raking his brain to find his epiphany. “It’s not about your ex, is it? y/n is way too good to be a rebound.” 

“No. This has nothing to do with my old relationships, I genuinely like her… so much.” Hyuck understands the implications in Mark’s sudden abrasive questions. Even it’s difficult for himself to say how it all started and so this has Donghyuck reflecting back on his entire friendship with you.

If only he had noticed your lively smiles sooner, a little earlier, it would have saved him all this time searching for someone who would last. You’ve lasted through every college relationship he’s had and that speaks louder than any confession. 

“I never liked her because I never thought I had a chance. Have you seen her? Our best friend who has 400 matches on Tinder.” Though he blames himself for realizing a little late that he loved you, it was always hard to compete with everyone else. 

“So, what changed then?” 

Hyuck leans against the door to Mark’s room and crosses his arms to contemplate. “Not that I have a chance now, but I can’t hold these feelings back anymore. I want to kiss her until we’re out of breath, to love without any conditions, to be the reason behind her every beautiful moment.” 

Mark raises a confused eyebrow, “but you are.”

“The only reason.” Hyuck speaks his truest desires and Mark coughs aggressively before composing himself. Right, he didn’t stutter one bit. 

So, Hyuck had planned to confess, all until you gave him the very reason he couldn’t. When you showed up unannounced with one of those wide grins that has your eyes shimmering with hope, he just knew something was wrong. All his love and future aspirations were replaced with sheer disappointment and envy.

“I’m falling hard for him.” You begin and your hands are clasped together so innocently. “He brought me to this overlook on a cliff and we just talked for ages. It felt so right and then, he asked to see me again!” Your eyes are completely wondrous and distracted, like the one thought in your mind blocked out everything else. Jumping happily, you’re squealing with excitement thinking about this new person in your life and there is no consideration of Hyuck’s silence.

“That’s… great.” He barely stutters to fill the air and to replace the sound of his heart breaking. He lost you before even getting the chance to even have you. 

“I know right!” You yell joyfully and though your smile is the biggest it's ever been, Hyuck refuses to see this moment as beautiful. He’s no longer looking at you objectively, his bias tainting it all and he sees it in an ugly light. As your best friend, he should be happy for you and rooting for you. He’s known more than anyone else that you have been waiting for someone like this your whole college experience.

However, he can’t feel a single good emotion as you ramble on about your alleged one true love.

“Did you need something?” He cuts you off, growing a bit irritated by your endless praise about a man who never wishes to meet.

Clearing your throat, you take Hyuck’s hand in both of your palms. With begging eyes, you say, “my sister is getting married this weekend and they invited you. 

His hold escapes yours as he walks toward his bedroom, “shouldn’t you invite your new man to your family events now.” It’s difficult for him to hide the bitterness in his voice, but you run up to him and grip his arm. 

“But they think I’m dating you, remember? Plus, my mom referred to you by name. She really likes you.” You snicker, clearly not understanding why Donghyuck seems to be rather distant at the moment.

His ears perk up at the compliment and though it’s a selfish thought, he feels content knowing that he was able to win over your family. So, his heart burns at how your hand slowly travels down to intertwine with his own and how your chin rests on his shoulder lightly. His head turns and he is met a few inches away from your tender lips. For a brief moment, he’s staring at them longer than he should. 

“Come on, Hyuck. Be mine for one more time.” Your whisper is gentle and soft, your breath tickling against his cheek. Despite everything, he loves how you make him feel. It’s always a mixture of happiness and safety. There are no fears with you because you’re absolutely fearless. He can’t imagine how he would’ve opened up without you around, that he puts every form of trust into you. 

So, every little thing that you do. every single passing look. every touch and every spoken word. He falls harder for you every time you simply see him, every time you bat your eyelashes at him. And this love that festers inside of him feels easy and genuine. Perhaps, you’ve been his one true love all along. He’s never felt remarkably seen, where every part is exposed and right at your fingertips. 

And you… have been so patiently waiting for just anyone to steal your heart. How can he let just anyone love you? 

“I’m yours for however long you want me to be.” He lightly ruffles the top of your hair before slightly shrugging you off, afraid that your hold will eventually have him saying other sweet implications. “But don’t expect me to enjoy it.” He smirks at your small chuckle, the roll in your eyes.

“At least pretend.” But he really doesn’t have to. He enjoys every moment being yours. 

When the day finally arrived, the grand wedding may have been another day that Hyuck will never forget how beautiful you looked. Prancing out in your bridesmaid dress, you run towards him through the large field of fake grass. He catches you when you jump into his arms, practically failing all over and tripping over the ends of your chiffon dress. He hits the ground, cushioning your fall. 

“Hey..” you grin down at him breathless, hand resting perfectly on his chest as it was the night of your 21st again.

Hyuck gulps and sends you a glare, “I should have dropped you.” 

“That would have been very chivalrous of you.” Sarcasm bites back at him as you push up and off of him. He’s quick on his feet and brushing off any dust from the bottom of your expensive dress, avoiding the long open slit that runs down to expose one leg.

“Donghyuck, you’re looking ravishing.” Your mother steps out, tall and prideful, but with the most delightful expression as she opens her arms to invite him into a hug. 

He leans into it, while cautiously making suspicious eye contact with you. You shrug back, also confused at why your mother has a sudden change in demeanor. “It’s been so long since the holidays.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He bids your mother a respectful smile when she pulls away, to which she absolutely fawns at and you’re tugging at his sleeve to drag him away.

“The pleasure is all mine. You make y/n a better person.” And there is no context that Hyuck understands this single phrase before he’s walking away from your force. Your mother waves a small sweet goodbye as she watches you two leave behind a cobblestone wall behind the large reception building.

It’s covered in long vines that grow up the old stones, a beautiful background for an outdoor wedding. “Rude.” He whispers when you finally stop pulling him away.

“She was starting to say odd things.” You laugh, quite nervously actually. Nonetheless, you shake out of your nerves and a beaming expression replaces your troubles. “So, guess what? I’m meeting my man afterwards.” Yet again, the curve of your lips at the thought of another rumbles his own yearning heart.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looks down while kicking at the loose pebbles on the ground. “Good for you.” grumbles Donghyuck mindlessly.

You don’t notice his low spirits again, you’re talking away about this man as if he’s all you’re consumed with nowadays. On and on, the same speech about how you’re practically ready to give it your all and how he fits someone unimaginable. Eventually, Donghyuck becomes fed up by how your eyes blink up to the sun with another reflection in them. “It’s like you forget who you are when you’re with someone new.” 

And you’re in mid-ramble when you hear his harsh comment that picks aggressively at your skin. It stings, “what?” You cross your arms defensively and raise an eyebrow at him. The tone in your voice is jarringly upset and he opened a can of worms that he isn’t ready for.

Donghyuck swears underneath his breath, looking away at the tall trees behind the small parking lot. “Forget it.” He mumbles, rather frustrated at himself for ticking you off.

“What are you implying?” 

“There is someone that actually makes you a better person rather than someone completely different.” He scoffs, his emotions fueling the worst of him. The words flow from his mouth full of anger and spitefulness. 

Your eyes narrow at him, crossing your arms defensively. “Like you can give me the love you think I deserve? This whole fake boyfriend gimmick has gone too much to your head.”

And his heart is bursting at the seams and all he can see is your angry expression, so he says something he never hopes to regret. Every impulse beats his rationality and in the heat of the moment, Donghyuck confesses, “if only you can see yourself from my point of view and all the emotions I feel when I look at you.” 

With a sharp intake of breath, you’re slightly shocked at his bold statement. You blink cluelessly at him, speechless and deciphering how to respond. The anger fades from the both of you, knowing that the connection you two possess is mutual. Somewhere deep down within you, a light switches on and you’re basking in your sun’s radiance in this moment. 

“Tell me about it.” Your curiosity brings much confusion, but he doesn’t wait a second of hesitation. 

“Happiness, you light up my nights in dark cars with your smile. Trust, there is no one else I’d run down a dangerous intersection with. Courage, being bold enough to dance in a crowded room like no one was watching. Love, when kissing you felt incomparable to anything else in the world. Vulnerability, looking at you and knowing everything about you.” 

Donghyuck takes a cautious step forward toward you. A whirl of thoughts and emotions overwhelmingly flood your heavy mind, but fear no longer holds you back from the one person you’ve always wished to love, harder than any person you’ve ever encountered. “Donghyuck.” 

He freezes at the call of his name, waiting patiently for your next words. “I want to love me the way that you love me... because nobody loves me like you do… even myself. So, I’d love to see me from your point of view.” 

Donghyuck releases the sigh that suffocates him and every firework lights up in his chest. His eyes wander across your canvas and absorb everything wondrous about your features. Even though you’re not entirely smiling, you’re puckering your lips cutely out of embarrassment. And he reassesses how pretty you simply look in your expensive formal chiffon dress and the bold color on your lips that has made you feel good before. 

He thinks aloud, the words leaving his mouth before they can be stopped. “This is your most beautiful moment.” 

When you’re looking up at him to meet his dreamy gaze, a new enthusiasm washes over your entire body. Looking rather inexplicably attractive in his suit, Hyuck stares at you as if you’re all he can see. So, you pull him into the only source of gratitude you can give. A kiss that gives every emotion back to him, one that resembles closely to the one he gave you on your birthday and the one you gave him for his. 

An emotional kiss that tells him more than he can see. He feels it on the tip of your tongue and every ounce of love that rushes over the both of you.

***********

Donghyuck’s wandering hands travel down your waist, over your hips, all until it reaches in between the slit of your dress. His hand instinctively grips at your naked thigh, the feeling of your raw skin driving him wild with impure thoughts. Your hands are quick on his tie, loosening it from around his collar and unbuttoning the first few as you’ve done once before.

“Can,-- Is it okay if--?” Hungry eyes search his face for confirmation, but you’re so lust driven that you’re a stuttering mess. “Do you want this?” 

“Yes.” Says Hyuck without any hesitation. Taking his hand, you’re quick to lead him inside to a more secluded part of the venue. The lavish private bathrooms are brightly lit and he lifts you on top of the marble counters.

“The reception starts in 20 minutes.” You moan as Hyuck kisses down your neck hastily, a hand up the slit of your dress to push your panties aside.

“We’ll make it quick then. I’ll show you love another day.” His knuckle lightly grazes against your erect clit and your grip on his shoulder tightens. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips mindlessly grind into his hand. “Never took you the type to be so loud.” Hyuck raises an eyebrow and tilts his head mockingly at you.

“This isn’t even close to how loud I can get.” Your statement causes him to swallow hard. Being your best friend, he has kept a rather clear mind from any sexual attraction toward you. He had to know he loved you in order to even see you in that way. 

Gathering your slick, he rubs your clit with two fingers before dipping them into your hole. You lean back into the mirror and prop your feet on the counter to spread open for Hyuck to see. “You let all these idiots fuck your pretty pussy? They don’t deserve you, as a person or a potential partner.” He fingers you deeper and with flicking motions, he hits your sweet spot and causes you to jolt.

“Please, just fuck me. I’ve always wondered how good you’d feel.” His eyes twinkle at your bashful confession, but understands your lustful desires even for your own best friend.

“You think about fucking me?” He asks abruptly, taking his fingers out to suck your juices clean from them. A coined flattered smirk appears on his lips as he unbuckles his belt.

You’re averting eye contact, “well no, maybe just once. I get horny when I’m drunk sometimes.” You admit and he’s rushing to take himself out of his restrictive dress pants. His dick hits the air and he adjusts closer to your dripping core.

And he enters, slowly and slowly inching in so you can adhere to his size. You bite back every yell of pleasure and grip the ends of his dress shirt. Hyuck fills you up deliciously, and you two are connected through bodies beyond any way before. He leans in to give you a sloppy, yet passionate kiss before dragging out his hips and pushing them back in.

There is no guilt, no pain, no sorrows. Knowing Hyuck, he fucks you in the same way he wishes to love you. His hips drive into you passionately and quickly. The time crunch being something that causes him great distraction, but his heart is swelling simply feeling your warmth wrap around him so well.

“My baby is so tight.” Pet names in private. A small grin appears on your face at the sound of the sweet nickname and you pull him closer by tugging his shirt.

“Harder, Hyuck. Don’t hold back anymore.” Moan after moan, Hyuck relentlessly drills into you. His arm is hooked underneath your left thigh to keep it up, and your head keeps banging against the mirror.

Your eyes roll back when his thumb rubs circles on your aching clit. The mixture of both pleasures stimulate you until the build up tension in your stomach begins to reach its peak.

“Cum, I know you fucking want to.” He grunts, keeping the same rhythm that pushes you over your edge. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as your legs shake sporadically from your release. You’re smart to cover your mouth, knowing that the bathroom will only echo your erotic sounds. Your chest rises and falls from the momentum and adrenaline that Hyuck helped you reach, breathlessly trying to calm your heart rate down.

After a few more harsh bumps, he pulls out and motions you forward. Jumping off of the counter, you kneel on the ground and suck his tip lightly. Your swirls are enough for him to empty into your mouth, his hot streams of salty liquid hitting the back of your throat. He looks down at you and your wide eyed expression with his cock in your mouth drives him overboard. 

And you swallow, getting up to lightly plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. A lip stain being worn proudly for just a moment. 

“You amaze me.” Hyuck whispers, holding you against his flushed body and fast paced heart beat. 

“Hurry out you two!” A voice startles the both of you with a knock on the door and you two are quick to readjust yourselves. He hopes to love you a little longer next time, without any interruptions.

***********

After the glorious and excruciating long wedding, you’re walking Hyuck to his car in the small parking lot. During the rest of the night, he held your hand the whole way through and the love that he looked at you with was more than real. 

He talked with your distant relatives as if he’s always known them. Hyuck conducted the dinner table, always knowing what to say. There was no doubt in your head that seeing Donghyuck in the aftermath, he was always going to be someone who was going to make things better. 

The love you long searched for, the love that you had been too afraid to touch, intertwined itself so lovingly underneath the white table cloth. Donghyuck is the one and it took needing to see him a bit more to realize. A little more acceptance from the both of you had to be the final straw.

Donghyuck sheepishly scratches the back of his neck when you reach his car, unsure where the path of your friendship will diverge to next. “Have fun on your date then…” His voice trails off, kicking the rocks at his feet again.

There goes your melodic laughter that soothe his aching heart and the familiar gentle grip on his fingertips. You lift his chin up, the both of you seeing each other clearly now.

From his perspective, you’re absolutely dazzling in the low light and butterflies swirl in the pit of his stomach. He can look at you forever, until months turn into years. He can love you until you two grow old. You’re his fearless, beautiful, inexplicably marvelous best friend. And he patiently waits for the day you’ll let him finally be yours.

From your perspective, Donghyuck shines even when the night overtakes the sky and possibly, the warmth in your heart bubbles across your chest. You can stay with him forever, until months turn into years. You can trust him like it’s you two against the world. He is your silly, charming, timidly benevolent best friend. And you’re slowly falling and hoping for the day you get to be his. 

“I’m not going to see him anymore. He’s not the one.” Hyuck blinks at you, full of confusion and shock.

“But you sounded so happy.” His voice gets lost in the stillness of the intimate atmosphere. 

“No, Hyuck. You make me happy and I’ll say it again for you to hear me. Nobody loves me like you do.” Reaching up, your hand caresses his cheek and he falls into your palm lovingly. His heart runs a mile, reaching the greatest high he’s ever going to feel. He hopes his eyes don’t deceive him, but the utter perfection on your face makes him feel whole.

You wish that Hyuck can teach you to love yourself the way that he loves you. 

“Take me home?” 

“How could I ever say no?”

thank you for being patient with me! its finally done and i will be going on a writing hiatus for a bit. housemating and ridin club will come out sometime soon, but i really need to step away from writing for a bit. please understand, thank you for reading :) 

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Go Before Me & Stand Behind

OC coaxes Thranduil to allow her to fight in a battle, but is injured and the healer accidentally reveals she is pregnant.

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used:  Enyalie

Word Count:  1,727

Translations are at the bottom

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"Melleth nin, I don't care what you say or do, you are absolutely not coming with me and Legolas to battle.  It's too dangerous for an elleth."  Thranduil said, standing in front of me as I scowled up at him, dressed in my armor.

"Thranduil, I am coming with you.  Nothing you say will make me change my mind."  I said stubbornly, crossing my arms across my chest and lifting my chin defiantly.

Thranduil sighed, his icy blue eyes sliding away from me as he struggled to maintain his composure.  "You ARE NOT GOING!  If I have to chain you up in the dungeons, I will."  He hissed, his tone of voice turning harsh.

I bit my lip, trying to keep the triumphant smile that tugged on my lips at bay.  I still had an ace up my sleeve.

Dropping the stubborn act, I reached out my arms for Thranduil and he promptly enfolded me a gentle hug, his chin resting on my head.

I snuggled myself against his chest.  "Goheno nin, Melleth nin.  I'm just scared about the battle.  What if they storm the castle?  Then I will be here alone without you."  I whimpered 'fearfully', and Thranduil's grip tightened slightly.

"I wouldn't leave you alone.  I will have guards assigned to you."   He whispered comfortingly against my hair.  I smiled to myself as he was acting according to plan.

"I know, but I'd feel safer with you, El nin."  I whispered, pulling away slightly, my hands gliding down his arms as he kept them around me.

The moment I saw his gaze flicker to my lips, I knew he was mine.  "Muin nin, I will consent as long as you do exactly as I say, alright?"  He said gently, leaning in to softly kiss me.

After a long moment, I pulled away from Thranduil, gently running my fingers through his silky white hair before wriggling out of his grip.  "Let's go get those hu ugauns."  I said, making Thranduil smile.

"You are always so creative in your word choices Muin nin hervess..."  He chuckled as he followed me out of the room.

Le time skip~~~

Once we were finally, finally on the field of battle, I realized just how much I hated it.  Hated all the blood and guts flying everywhere, and the agonized screams of wounded Elves.

But I continued onwards.  Thranduil rode before me on his elk, and Legolas behind on his silver mare.  I myself rode a pure white doe of massive proportions, the mate of Thranduil's elk.

Thranduil kept glancing back at me, unable to keep his full attention on the coming battle.  I urged my doe to walk faster until I was riding beside Thranduil.

"Melleth nin, I will be fine.  You trained me yourself, remember?  Now, just focus on the battle."  I said, reaching out and grabbing his hand, squeezing gently.

Thranduil gazed silently at me for a moment, reading my expression.  Then he nodded, dropping my hand as he drove his elk forward, a harsh battle cry emerging from his throat as he kicked his elk into a gallop.  The rest of the army followed close behind, obeying his shouted instructions.

Legolas sped along beside me, not wanting to leave me or disobey his father's order of protecting me.  

I watched as Thranduil arranged the army, calling last minute commands before taking his place on the front lines.  

As the opposing army appeared, Thranduil again called the battle cry, making me wince at the harsh tones his voice took on.

"Si ath thur!"

The armored Elves tensed, waiting for the final command that would prompt them to launch themselves at the enemy.

Within seconds, Thranduil called for the army to advance, to attack.  The wall of Elves rushed forward, some setting up a wall of shield, their lances sticking out about it.  Others continued forward, swords drawn to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

Metal shrieked across metal the two armies met.  The cries of the wounded and dying again filled the air, causing me to frown.

Legolas paced his horse beside me.  I sent a glance towards him, noting his longing expression.  "Go ahead, ion nin.  I will be fine."  I said to him, motioning towards the fierce battle.

Legolas looked at me incredulously.  "Naneth, I can't leave you, Adar said--"  But I cut him off with a raised finger.

"Legolas, I am perfectly capable of defending myself if it comes to that.  Which it won't."  I said.  "If your Adar says anything, tell him I sent you away.  My fault, not yours."

Legolas looked apprehensive, but swiftly rode away into the fray, leaving me behind.  

Once he had disappeared from sight, (an easy thing to do in the mass of bodies), I breathed a sigh of relief.  It was just a bit stifling to have Legolas pacing beside me, casting those longing looks towards the battle.

After taking a quick glance around me, double-checking that both my husband and son were both not paying attention to me, I dismounted and drew my sword.  It had been given to me by Thranduil as a courting gift.

There were words inscribed on the hilt.  'Hin gelair lin orthernir 'uren'.  There was a special meaning behind them.  Thranduil always said that the moment my eyes had met his that first time we'd met, he'd been mine.  

A whispered command of 'stay' had my doe standing stock-still as I darted into the battle.  It did not take me long to realize battles were definitely NOT my favourite.  It was almost all I could do to just stand my ground.

Somehow, I gained only minor injuries, but each one stung just a little more than the last, sapping my endurance and strength.

I gasped for breath, watching the army retreat.  We'd won the battle, and hopefully wouldn't need to do anything more to ensure the peace of Mirkwood.

I limped back to my doe and mounted her with some difficulty owing to my injuries.  Also, my pants had been sliced by a particularly nasty brute and threatened to fall at any given moment.

Finally settling myself in the saddle, I sat sedately on the doe, waiting until Thranduil returned to my side.  I could only imagine what he would say at my tale-telling appearance.  Maybe he would believe it if I told him that a few soldiers had come after me...

But one look at him as he approached told me that it wouldn't the case.  He was going to launch into a full-on lecture.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING OUT THERE?  DID YOU EVEN REALIZED FOR A MOMENT THAT YOU COULD HAVE DIED?  HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!  I'M JUST TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!"  He yelled, causing everyone else to stare at the two of  

us.

I listened quietly, feeling a bit sheepish.  I knew he would rant for awhile, finding someway to make me feel horrible for even daring to step off my doe.

Then I started feeling nauseous.  VERY nauseous.  My hand fluttered to my mouth and I vaguely heard Thranduil fall silent.

"Melleth nin?  Are you alright?  You've gone pale...  Mela!"  Thranduil cried as I rocked forward.  He jumped off his elk just in time to catch and lower me to the ground.  

A puddle of vomit quickly appeared at my feet as my stomach clenched and heaved.  Thranduil held my hair back, murmuring gently as I gagged up more partially digested food.

"Melleth nin?"  Thranduil cooed once I'd finally rid myself of my stomach's contents.

I didn't bother to answer due to the dizziness that overwhelmed me.  Slowly, everything faded to black, Thranduil's panicked voice still echoing through my head.

~~~

Loud voices and a bitter herbal smell assaulted my senses.  A groan escaped my lips at the disturbance.  I was aware enough to realize that I was being carried in someone's arms, tucked close against their chest.  Thranduil's chest.

But once my groan pierced the air, the voices fell silent, and hot breath warmed my skin as Thranduil gently nuzzled my neck.

He resumed talking, this time in a softer voice so as not to disturb me before placing me gently on a soft bed.

"Muin nin...  How are you feeling?"  Thranduil murmured, his face slowly coming into focus as I blinked.  Another face came into view beside him, one of a Healer's.

"Excuse me Hir nin.  I must examine your wife, Hiril nin."  She said, nodding to the both of us.  

Thranduil quickly stepped aside, letting the Healer move to my bedside.  But I protested quickly.  "No, no.  I feel perfectly fine."  I said, sitting up suddenly and almost falling face-first onto the floor as dizziness again clouded my senses.

Thranduil caught me, pushing me gently back against the pillows, his face worried.  "No, Melleth nin.  You passed out, remember?"  He said, cradling my hand within his own.  "Just let the Healer look you over."

I tried to protest again, but the Healer moved quickly, her hands moving lightly over my cuts and bruises, gently applying salve to them.

Then she gently peeled up my tunic, running her hands down my sides to check for broken bones.  Once finding none, she gently poked at my stomach, checking for internal injuries.  But a look of surprise flashed across her face before being replaced with a knowing smile.

She moved quickly through the rest of the exam before giving me the okay.  "Well my Lady, you are both good to go.  Although I would not advise taking part in any more battles in your condition..."  She said, giving me a wink before turning to Thranduil who had a confused expression on his face.  

"Congratulations, My King."  She said, making him look even more befuddled.  I grimaced, this was not the way I'd envisioned telling Thranduil about the newest addition to our family.  

"I haven't told him yet..."  I said, and Thranduil's eyes widened as the puzzle inside his head finally fell into place.

The Healer slipped away as Thranduil scooted closer, his icey blue eyes sparkled like saphires.  

"You are with child."  He murmured, and I nodded.  I could tell from his tone that after Thranduil got over his excitement, I would be getting hell from him for even daring to suggest taking part in a battle while in my condition.

Melleth nin:  My love

Elleth:  Elven woman

Goheno nin:  I'm sorry

El nin:

Muin nin:  My dear

Hu ugauns:  Cowardly dogs

Muin nin hervess:  My dear wife

Si ath thur:  Now to victory

Ion nin:  My son

Naneth:  Mother

Adar:  Father

Hin gelair lin orthernir 'uren:  Your radiant eyes conquered my heart

Mela:  Love

Hir nin:  My Lord

Hiril nin:  My Lady