#my mum doesn't even cook me soup :'(

[irritablepoe]

i'm so not able to concentrate jesus....

[saekkas]

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒? 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘!

summary: in which you get sick and it's their job to take care of you.

includes: isagi, rin, kunigami, sae, reo, karasu, aiku, kaiser, bachira, nagi.

note: hi hellow i'm finally back from my week of tests! cheers to posting regularly (fingers crossed) <3

❥ HELICOPTER BOYFRIEND ALERT! he refuses to leave your side for anything. is hell-bent on smothering you in blankets and medicine! will also cook delicious homemade meals to help you get better.

which is what you've walked into this not-so-fine morning.

there are bundles of blankets on your shoulders, all in different colors, courtesy of your very sweet and very protective boyfriend. you're waddling from the bedroom, shoulders slumped under their weight and feet clad in hello panda socks, trying to reach the kitchen before he scolds you for leaving the bed.

he did that the last time you went to get a glass of water from the kitchen too.

the living room is a homey space that's been filled with pillows and a freshly scented humidifier that's been on 24/7 since you've caught the flu. peeking in, you see no signs of your boyfriend. shrugging to yourself at the lack of presence in the room, you continue your trek into the kitchen, stopping short when a familiar voice catches your ear.

leaning against the door that connects the kitchen to the living room, you listen with furrowed eyebrows as your boyfriend calmly speaks on his phone.

his voice is nothing short of sweet and respectful. you watch as he hums to himself, seemingly writing something on a piece of paper, before nodding to whoever's on the other side of the phone.

"yeah, i've bought that already." he hums as he continues scribbling with his pencil, "i've bought that too. is there anything else?"

"mushroom, salt, pepper, corn, chicken meat, eggs. is there anything else?"

the exchange lasts a few minutes at most, but you can't fight off the smile growing on your lips at the sight.

"no, mum. she doesn't have a fever. she has a cough and her nose is red from sniffling and blowing into a tissue all day but she's fine," he hums to his mother on the phone.

your eyes widen in surprise as you've finally realized who he's calling. your heart beats faster in your chest and a small giggle makes its way from your lips as you continue to listen in on their conversation.

"she's eating well. she should be better if-"

his eyes snap towards you at the sound of your giggle before he sends you a look of exasperation which has you giggling even more. he motions for you to come to his side with his fingers and when you do, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

"-sorry, mum. i caught a peeping tom," he says into the phone before quirking an eyebrow at you, a frown on his lips. "as i was saying, she'd be better already if she'd actually stay in bed and sleep like i told her to."

he says the last part with a gentle poke to your side and he smiles at the laugh it brings.

"yeah, she's right here."

you watch as he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you into his arms. he looks at the guilty smile you send him, and chuckles with a shake of his head.

"mum wants to talk to you," he says after listening to his mother talk. he leans in to press another kiss onto your forehead before pressing speaker. "you can talk now, mum."

the smile on your face only grows when his mother wishes you a quick recovery, and to listen to her son's words. you say goodbye to her when he ends the call.

"your mum's so sweet," you say as he pockets his phone. giving him a smile, you lean forward to wrap your hands behind his neck. "what did you call her for?"

he focuses his attention back to you, placing the sheet of paper on the counter. "i needed a family recipe," he says as a hand stays around your waist, the other checking your temperature. "mum has a special soup for coughs and the flu."

"i can't believe you called your mum for me," you say with a teasing smile as you lay your head on his chest. "that's so sweet of you."

"now that you know," he quirks an eyebrow at you, looking at the multiple blankets around your shoulders. "what are you doing here? i told you to stay in bed. to sleep."

"i'm sorry," you say with a guilty smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek to smooth the frown on his lips. "i got thirsty."

it's silent for a few seconds before it's broken by the sound of your squeal moments later. he places one hand behind your feet and the other on your back, intent on carrying you back to the bedroom.

"hey!" you protest as you squirm in his arms. "i didn't even get to drink yet!"

he looks down at you with a frown, proving a point by handing you a two-litter water bottle for you to hold.

you watch with a pout as he makes his way back to the bedroom, softly placing you in the middle of the bed before standing back up with an expectant look on his face.

"anything else?" he asks with a quirked eyebrow and amusement clear on his features. "or will you finally go to sleep?"

"can i help you cook?" you ask with a hopeful grin.

he sends you a look, shaking his head with a chuckle before leaning down to rewrap the blankets around your body. "sleep," he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'll be back with the soup, then we can do something fun."

he leans against the door, awaiting your answer with an expectant look on his face that you can't say no to.

"good girl," he nods in content at your answer, happy that you're finally listening to him. he sends you a sweet smile, his eyes softening as you continue to stare at him. "sweet dreams, precious."

it's hours later when you wake, head on his lap with his hand in your hair. and it's only then that he hand-feeds you his mother's special soup along with sweet kisses to make sure you have a speedy recovery.

isagi, rin, kunigami, seo, SAE (believe when i tell you that i would sacrifice anything for this to happen to me. because i would).

❥ TEASES YOU FOR CATCHING GERMS when in reality, he's dying on the inside from worrying over your state. is the type to not really know what to do, constantly in a state of panic. will call all over to ask for advice which results in him getting 91829272 brands of chicken soup and medicine from the convenient store.

the day has been nothing but brutal on you. a killer headache, scratchy throat, and a fever? this nightmare seems to be never-ending. to top it all off, your boyfriend's been teasing you all day long for catching a virus. you've had enough of him as you both stand under the same umbrella, waiting for the bus to arrive as it's raining cats and dogs.

"seriously," he says with cocky tone and a nudge to your shoulder. "if you don't start taking care of yourself, you'll be walking like a grandma by the time you're 25."

"gee, thanks." you roll your eyes at his teasing remarks, sniffling as the cold sends a shiver down your spine. "you sure know how to treat a sick person," your tone is dripping with sarcasm.

"no problem, babe," he chuckles as the bus comes to a stop in front of you. his grip on your wrist is warm and comforting, and he only moves to take your hand in his. "c'mon. this is our bus."

you let him lead you inside, swaying on your feet as your skull throbs from the headache. sniffling, you come to a stop behind him, staring at the elderly couple as they get off from their seats. you sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder as the bus starts to move.

"you can go home first," he says in a low tone, being considerate of your state. "i've got something i need to do first then i'll drop by."

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his words. as far as you know, there isn't practice after school, and he's been intent on coming over to your apartment to study.

"okay," you shake away any other thoughts and nod limply against his shoulder. "i'll wait for you to come back before studying."

"how considerate of you," he chuckles as he pats your head, smoothing his thumb across your forehead to help soothe your discomfort.

the ride home isn't long. the bus is quiet; not many passengers are on, and their chatter is muted. you start to make your way into dreamland, his shoulder the perfect pillow and his warmth the coziest blanket.

"hey," he whispers as he nudges you awake. "you're almost at your stop. you need to get up, baby."

"right," you grumble as your eyes start to open, shaking off the sleepiness as a yawn tumbles out of your lips. "c'mon, we should wait by the door."

he sends you an apologetic look, shaking his head. "i'm not getting out just yet, babe. my stop's the next one." he still has your hand in his, thumb still rubbing gentle circles on the skin. "i'll wait with you by the door though."

still in the haze of sleep, you nod as you rub a hand across your eye. you wait until he stands before following him, your hands still intertwined. he leaves a kiss on the crown of your head, along with his umbrella, waving as you get off.

trudging against the rain, umbrella in hand, you walk the short path back to your apartment. pressing the code and sniffling as you do, you whisper a small i'm home into the empty space.

you've only finished preparing two cups of hot chocolate and a plethora of snacks when the doorbell rings, his image flashing on the monitor. opening the door, you're about to sniffle a small hey but all that comes out is a gasp.

"why the hell are you wet?!" you gasp at your boyfriend's appearance, sopping wet from top to bottom with his hair plastered onto his forehead.

"i gave you the umbrella, remember?" he chuckles with a teasing wink. "don't tell me your memory is starting to become like a grandma's too. besides, it isn't so bad."

frowning at his words, you're quick to run into the bathroom, taking along 2 towels with you. "i didn't think it was the only umbrella we had. you should've brought it with you." pausing for a second, you tilt your head with a question, "where did you go anyway?"

"and let you walk home in the rain?" he scoffs, ducking behind the door to pick up three paper bags. "not a chance, babe."

you eye the bags, recognizing the symbol from your local supermarket's. moving to the side, you try to take one of them but he's quick to dodge your advances.

"i- uh- i went to the supermarket." he nods down towards the bags, taking the towels from you to dry his hair. "went to buy you some medicine and soup. to kill the germs and all that."

he stops his movements at one point as he runs a hand on the back of his neck. "didn't know which one to get. everyone i called recommended different things so i bought all of 'em."

raising your eyebrows at the sweetness of his gesture, you chuckle before pushing him into the bathroom. "go shower. i made some hot chocolate before you got here, so we can have that after."

"with marshmallows and chocolate syrup?" he asks with wide eyes, smirking when you nod your head yes. "that's my girl."

you both didn't do any studying that night. intent on feeding each other soup and taking turns sipping the hot chocolate, you end up in his arms. "don't every get sick ever again, you hear me?" he threatens with a sleepy yawn as he presses you deeper into his chest, nuzzling into your hair. "i was about to die, thinking you were dying."

you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

karasu, aiku.

❥ A KISS A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY is what he says when you tell him that you're sick. is the type of boyfriend to become whinier and touchier, laying in bed all day asking you to cuddle him as if he's the who one who's sick and not the other way around.

"c'mon," he whines, tugging at your sweater as you head towards the soccer field. today's practice is a simple one; a match against the rival team to gauge each players' readiness for the real match. you're only here because he insisted you come watch. "we do this before every match. you can't deny me, my good luck charm."

"no." you groan for the umpteenth time that day, insistent on refusing him because of your cold. "i told you. i can't kiss you today. besides, your talent and hard work are enough to get you through this play. even without my kisses."

"i won't get sick," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, ignoring your last statement. "one kiss won't get me sick."

"well, i don't care if it's one kiss or a hundred. i'm not kissing you because you have a big game next week, and i will not jeopardize your play by accidentally passing on the flu to you."

"fine," he huffs with an annoyed pout on his lips. one you are dying to kiss off, after you get better. "i'm blaming you if we lose this play."

you sigh as he grumpily stalks off to the field, leaving you to sit on the bleachers all on your lonesome.

"see, i told you. you don't need my kisses to win." after three rounds and a win, you finally get to say it to his face. with a smug smile on your face, you watch as your boyfriend packs his things, ready to go home after a day on the field.

"whatever," he grumbles, still pouty, and visibly upset. he swings his bag onto his shoulder, extending his hand for you to take. "please tell me that i still get my victory cuddles, at least."

taking his hand, you walk side by side.

he glances at you from the corner of his eyes before directly looking at you, placing his chin on your shoulder. "i still get them," he says with his cutest puppy eyes and pout, "right?"

biting your lip, you will yourself not to fall into his trap. "i'm sorry," you say as you shake your head. "no cuddles until i'm better too."

"evil." he shakes his head, lifting his chin off your shoulder to look at the street ahead. "you're plain evil. you know i can't survive without your kisses and cuddles."

"it's just for a few days." you sigh as you squeeze his hand, stopping to wait for the red light. "then you can have as many as you want. promise."

"you saw how draining practice was," he huffs, eyes stubbornly set on the ongoing traffic, showing his dislike at your current predicament. "i need to recharge with your cuddles."

he tugs your hand when the traffic light turns red, pushing you into the inner part of the sidewalk. "i want them now," he says with another pout before stopping altogether, pointing at your shoes. "your laces are untied."

"huh?" you look down but before you know it, your view's been blocked by the top of his head as he squats to re tie the laces.

"you're so clumsy," he admonishes with a grumble. "what if i'm not here, and you trip?" he then grins to himself as an idea comes to mind.

"that has never happened before and you know it."

tying your laces, he sighs dramatically before standing up, right in front of your face. he's quick in his movements, taking your chin in hand, he presses a peck on your lips.

his face is filled by beaming happiness. his eyes are squinted, his lips spread wide in a grin, and it takes everything in you to not pull him into another kiss because right now? you should be mad.

"you know what? whatever." you groan, lifting your hand in exasperation as you walk in the direction of your houses, intent on letting him walk alone. "you can only blame yourself if you get sick."

he's next to you in a second, his expression still joyful, as he practically walks with a skip in his step. he presses kisses onto every layer of your exposed skin, starting from your forehead and ending with the knuckles on your hand. you bite your lip at how adorable he is, content with his affection.

"just you wait and see," he says in a sing-song voice as he moves in to press another kiss on your lips. "i'll prove you wrong."

"whatever you say then," you mumble as you eye the convenient store right at the corner of the street. "can we stop by first? i need to buy-"

"there's no need." he interrupts your words, fishing his hand into his bag before pulling out a set of painkillers and medicine. "i've got them right here."

you say nothing as you tackle him into a hug, pressing kisses onto his face with a lovestruck smile on yours.

"heh," he says, face flushing at your sudden display of affection. "i should surprise you more often."

as a reward for buying you medicine, and for not kissing him before his match, you let him cuddle and kiss you for the rest of the day with no complaints.

the next day, you laugh in his face when he calls to tell you that he has a cold, snickering an i told you so when you go to take care of your big whiny baby.

KAISER, bachira, nagi (with less dramatics and energy).

[summeroflove-if]

Rainy Evenings - Haoyu/MC, 609 words

You enter the apartment hesitantly, not sure what you're going to find; Haoyu had the habit of working in the strangest conditions, and since branching out into doing skits on YouTube, among other things, you were never quite sure if you were going to ruin the video he was filming.

Luckily, he wasn't set up to be filming, and instead, he's standing with a leg on the sofa, a notepad balanced on his knee, and he glances up at you with a smile on his face.

"Hey, baby," he greets, letting the notepad slide off his knee as he rights himself, a smile spreading on his lips. "Good day at work?"

You nod as he crosses the room to properly greet you, making quick work of your wet coat before you could even reach for the zip. You slide it off your arms and hang it over the radiator, and he finally settles his hands on your waist before kissing you. It's soft, like a habit, but he doesn't rush it.

Things weren't rushed in your relationship… at least, not now.

"That just made my day better," you admit with a laugh. "Let me go get dried off, then we can sort food out."

Haoyu shakes his head, "Go have a hot shower, there are pyjamas on the radiator for you to change into, and I've got food sorted, just let me know when you're out the shower so I can put it on."

Since moving in together, food had been a joint discussion, but you'd both forgotten so you were grateful he'd sorted it, even if you weren't quite sure what you were going to come out to. It wasn't that he couldn't cook, he just didn't care for it.

"Thanks, love," you murmur, kissing him once more. "I appreciate it."

"I know," he brushes it off with a smile. "Go get warmed up."

After your hot shower and changing into your favourite pyjamas, you meet him out in the kitchen – there's a pot on the stove with a lid, a red sauce gently bubbling away, with Haoyu reading next to it. He's got a piece of paper next to him, a recipe written in his mum's handwriting.

"What you making?" you ask softly, and he glances up.

"My mum's tomato soup," he admits. "It's nothing like the tinned stuff, and it has meatballs in it. Perfect when the weather is crappy."

You laugh; he genuinely loved his meatballs, and you wouldn't be surprised if that's where his love stemmed from, you were just surprised it was his mum's recipe. You hadn't yet seen her make anything close to British food, she was loving the fact she could introduce you to real Chinese food, but after being in the UK for longer than Haoyu had been alive, you guessed she would've picked it up along the way.

You go to get out some bowls, but he stops you, "Go sit down in the living room, I've got this."

You chuckle slightly before kissing him gratefully, allowing yourself to drag it out as he softly cups your cheek, his tongue brushing against yours before he pulls away.

"Later," he promises, and you nod as you make your way to the couch.

He has a blanket laid out; you hadn't noticed it earlier, but you slide under it as you turn the TV on without questioning it, waiting anxiously for a moment before he brings out a plate of buttered bread, disappearing for a second before he brings the bowls.

He settles in next to you, tucking a leg under him as he sits down, "Now, what are we watching?"

[theravenchild]

Dear Hellendil,

I've been thinking about various types of food recently. It's only partially related to the niffler milk debate we've had at the Slytherin table — you are probably safer not knowing about it? But just in case, if you see a suspicious Hufflepuff lurking around with cheese boards, be aware that things are not what they seem. I think Theodora actually cornered him once... Elland didn't stay around long enough to watch.

Anyway! It came to my attention that I don't really know what it is you like to normally eat. If you had a day all to yourself to cook something, what would you make? Are you good at cooking in general? I know I am not! The only things I've ever done were some baked goods with Allegra when we were kids. Those were good but it's not the same as boiling and frying...

Hope you are having a wonderful day! We should hang out sometime after lunch, the spring weather is lovely!

With lots lots lots of love, William ☀️

Dearest William,

Always a pleasure to hear from you, my dear friend. I must thank you for always keeping me abreast of the strange goings on in the castle. I have indeed heard chatter of this niffler milking Hufflepuff, but have not encountered him as yet, thank Merlin. I will, of course, be wary per your advice.

I suppose you're right, dear William, I don't really talk much about my food preferences. Much of what is served in the Great Hall is quite good and I can get by on it. I'll be honest with you, Will, I really don't have much experience cooking myself. My fingers in the batter doesn't really count. Haha. Mum or Nan always did the cooking at home. Maybe I'd be okay at it if I tried. I've always been good at potions and that takes a similar amount of attention, timing and following recipes.

Anyway, I suppose if I were good at cooking I would want to make a lamb dish. Lamb is really my favorite and it's a staple back home. Some of the neighbors have enough land to raise their own sheep! Lamb with a side of onion cake, topped with Caerphilly cheese sounds amazing right now. And you know there's a lot of wonderful meals that can be made from the leftovers, like pasties, shepherds pie or even soups. All this talk of food is making me hungry, Will! Lunch can't come soon enough! Let's meet up then and find something fun to do to enjoy the weather. Maybe a walk up to Hogsmeade? Or we could take our food and go sit out by the lake to enjoy the sunshine! Or perhaps you have another idea? Whatever suits you best.

Much love,

Hellendil

P.S. Maybe we should give cooking/baking a try when we have some time? Might work better on a long weekend if my mum doesn't mind us using her kitchen and maybe giving some guidance. Can't wait to see you!

[luvmmarner]

Chapter 1 - MELISSA

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Even though I was wearing my nightgown rather than what would be considered "appropriate" apparel, I felt compelled to dash down the stairs as soon as I caught a whiff of freshly cooked bread and cabbage soup.

“Greetings! M’lady. Your breakfast would be with you shortly.” Elvio said.

Despite not being the best cook in the world, Elvio serves as our chef. He was talented enough to produce dishes that would rival anything you have ever tasted in the entire world.

“Thanks, Elvio!” I said giving him a quick drawn-out smile.

–

My mother wanted to talk to me, so I completed breakfast fairly quickly. Before going to my mother's office, I cleaned up as much as I could. I hated when Elvios had to clean up after me while I did nothing, but eat the food he made.

I got ready and headed upstairs to visit my mum in her office. The statues that were placed along the walls of the hallway never ceased to fascinate me, no matter how many times I passed through there or strolled along it. As soon as I made it to my mom's office I gently knocked on the door before entering.

As soon as I walked into the room, I took a moment to pause. There was a tall man with brown hair and green eyes standing next to my mother. He was undeniably gorgeous, and the thought of him sent goosebumps all through my body. “Mom you asked for me?” I said my throat becoming suddenly dry.

"Honey, here is Jack, and for the time being, he will be your new guard." As my mother spoke I could barely process the words coming out of her mouth.

"Oh, thank you… "Is that it? That's it?" My speech was slurred and jumbled up. I was particularly concerned about being seen blushing in front of my new guard. I didn’t want my mother to scold me which happened a while back.

"Yes, and get dressed. Jack will take you to your room." I had just enough time to catch a few of her words before I was out of there. This was embarrassing to me because I wasn't even dressed appropriately; nonetheless, that most likely made an “excellent” first impression.

I made my way to my room, and Jack followed closely behind me. We both remained silent; neither of us said a word. He had no right to speak in the first place, as guards were only able to do so when spoken to.

“How old are you.” I finally asked breaking the silence.

After I had finished asking that question, there was an extended period of quietness. I gave a loud cough in the hope that it would encourage him to provide an answer more quickly; it was a straightforward question that doesn't take long to answer.

“I’m 21.”

“21? Wow, you’re really young.”

After that, all he did was hum along in agreement and not respond to anything. I didn't have to walk for long before I got to my room. I smiled at him and went into my room, softly closing the door behind me. Only after that was I able to contemplate and blush about him all by myself.

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The dawn's first rays of light gently made their way into my eyes. I sighed in exasperation before looking at the watch that was sitting next to my bed, which displayed the time as 6:00. I slowly screamed into my pillow for a moment before getting up and opening the window in my room. I was inundated by the pristine air. It felt like I was gliding through space on a cloud. The sounds of songbirds and children laughing and playing in the distance merely contributed to the serene atmosphere.

Someone knocked on my door and then said, "Ma'am." I retorted by saying wait just a second. I hastily changed into a silver dress that was embellished with blue sparkles here and there. It was beautiful there was no denying that. After getting dressed I opened my door immediately coming face to face with my new guard.

“Oh god! Jack don’t do that to me. You startled me! What do you need it’s 6:00 for crying out loud. If not someone bothering me it’s the sun for crying out loud” I remark with a sarcastic laugh.

"Your Majesty the King and Queen have asked for you, ma'am. I am so sorry that I had to wake you up from your peaceful sleep. It's not like you could ever get any more lovely, even if you tried." He said immediately adding “I’m sorry miss. That was just a joke… I didn't mean it" He stuttered and faltered over his words as he spoke. “It’s okay. Thank you for telling me!” I giggle so I wasn’t the only one to stutter while saying something I wasn’t entirely sure about. That felt good to know. Before going back to his usual expression, he flashed you a small smile as a sign of appreciation. As soon as I walked into the dining room, my parents greeted me. I sat down and waited for them to tell me what they needed me for.

My mother started talking first. “Honey your father and I have been discussing with each other and another kingdom. We decided that you will be getting married to Derek the Prince of Brintson”

The things that she spoke were impossible for me to believe. Until I realized she was serious.  I squealed with excitement.  I would finally get married! After this much time has passed. I'd finally get to marry a prince that I'd dreamed about since I was young. This wasn't real it couldn't be. "What's his name?" I asked trying to remain calm and not burst out with excitement.

"His name is Derek you'll meet him tomorrow sweetie so make sure you dress in proper clothing."

I nod and wait for her to talk more, but all she does is nod and say "that's all" in a hushed voice. I stormed back up the stairs to my room, where I danced around for a moment before falling onto my bed with a sigh. This is the thing that I've been fantasizing about, and now it's actually going to come true. I get to my feet and head straight for my closet, where I select the most breathtaking dress I own, which is gold in color and has a long slit in the front. Despite the fact that it was slightly inappropriate, I've been waiting for such a long time to wear it, and finally, at long last, I'll be able to do so.

I placed the dress on the highest shelf of my dresser. After brushing my teeth and changing into my pajamas, I was almost ready to go to sleep when there was a knock on the door of my bedroom. When they don't respond, I turn off the water in the sink and call "come in."

As soon as I returned to my room, I was faced with the brown-haired hottie "Wh-wat. What are you doing here Jack? You are not allowed to be in my room after the hour of eight. If my mom caught you, you'd be in trouble." I hissed in a quiet shushed voice.

“Ma’am. I was just letting you know that. You shouldn’t have your window opened. The temperature is going to take a massive drop at night. I don’t want you to freeze.” Jack said I noticed his face which was flustered and there was no doubt mine was as well.

“Oh, thanks for letting me know!” I replied as he nodded quickly and then exited the room.

I blushed and headed over to my window to firmly close it before slipping under my covers and finally getting the rest I desperately need.

[rurpleplaysmuttingtonac]

When Nigel woke up an hour later, he got up so quickly and leapt out of the room, intent on making it to the toilet in time.

He didn't.

I'm so hungry...but why do I have cereal all over my fac-? Oh that's gross, even for me. I'd better wash up before I mentally scar Sophie with the state of my face.

"-so you never knew your father? Seriously?"

Lucy shrugged, trying to ignore the pang of pain that still echoed in her heart after all these years. "Yeah, he was never in the picture. I only found out about him when he died last year."

"Shit, that's just...well that sounds brutal to have to deal with" Ricky said sincerely.

Lucy sighed "He never made any attempt to contact me before he died. And it was his solicitor that got in touch. My mum still has no idea that my dad's dead."

"Why not tell her? Did she not care for your dad?"

"After he ran out on her with another woman a few days after I was born?!" Lucy said with scorn and anger in her voice. "No, she doesn't give a fuck about him."

There was a slight pause before her expression softened to sorrow and regret before she added "Not even for her daughter's benefit."

"You sound angry at her. I don't blame you."

"Mum spent most of my life working, trying to provide for us both. She did the best job she could with it being just her and always told me my dad had died before I was born. She never told me that he was still alive."

"Jeez" Ricky said, shaking his head in disbelief. "No wonder you sound so pissed off whenever parents are mentioned around here. "

Lucy sighed heavily "It just hurts. Mum knows I've distanced myself from her lately but I can't come to terms with it, her deliberate deception. I get why she told me the lie when I was a kid, but she should've told me when I was old enough to understand how painful things must've been for her, rather than keep lying to her adult daughter."

"Nigel, that is not a very fulfilling meal. You should eat a proper meal if you're starving."

"I can't cook to save my life Sophie" Nigel admitted. "I burnt the food last time and the time before that I nearly set my kitchen on fire."

"Seriously?" Sophie asked, trying not to laugh.

Nigel grinned "I'm hopeless, I know. Why I hired my butler, who cooks and cleans for me."

"Do you mind me asking if you're rich, Nigel?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean, you have a butler?"

"He's kinda more than a butler. I'd say he's my best friend, or only friend. He looks out for me as he's older than I am."

"I'd...I'd be happy to be your friend" she said, stuttering in shyness. "I mean, I know neither of us are interested in each other romantically, but I'd like to be your friend."

He turned, curious and saw the genuine kindness in her face, as well as the anxious look.

"Sure you're not trying to get my money?" he joked.

She looks quite distressed by the suggestion "No! I'd never- No that's not what I meant at all! I meant that-"

Nigel cut her off "I was joking Sophie. Promise."

"Well that's a relief" she said, looking a little relieved by his words.

"I'm going to cook you some soup" Sophie said after a brief pause. "You need something more nutritious than a packet of crisps, and I'm hungry as well."

"Thanks Sophie" he said genuinely. "And...I'd be more than happy to be your friend."

Sophie smiled, turned away from her new friend. "That's great."

"Oooh, smells amazing Sophie!" Martin said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Agreed" Nigel said, smiling at her as she turned with the bowl of vegetable soup. "Thank you for cooking."

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

094 of 2024

Created by emptyspaces

What song reminds you of being in middle school?

There's no such thing as middle school in my country.

What was the first thing you learned how to cook?

Vegetable soup.

What does your hair currently look like?

Messy, and the blue dye has faded.

Who's the worst driver you know?

I better not say XD no, not my husband.

What are some wild animals commonly found where you live?

European wildcats in Ardennes, but they are endangered. I'd say seagulls and pigeons, these are everywhere. Wait, pigeons are not even wild anymore.

Does it take a lot to make you cry?

I don't cry at all, except for very rare cases.

If the last dream you had came true, would that be a good or bad thing?

Both. It would mean I see the guy I want to see again.

Have you ever had a lucid dream?

Nope, never.

How long did your last car ride last?

12 hours.

Isn't it disgusting when people chew with their mouth open? I mean c'mon…

Is there anyone who thinks otherwise?

What's your most prominent memory from 2009?

Being close to graduation lol.

Do you think there will ever be world peace?

It doesn't seem likely these days.

What's your biggest problem at the moment?

Knee pain.

Has anyone ever told you you're too emotionally needy?

Somewhere in the past, but I grew up from it, thankfully.

Has an ex ever told you that they want you back?

Yeah, but it wouldn't work anyway.

Have you ever turned down a job offer?

Yeah, only because I got something better.

What's the longest hospital stay you've had? For what?

Three months, stroke recovery.

Do you know anyone who doesn't know the basics of using a computer?

Yeah, my mum.

What was the last snack you ate?

I don't remember.

What's something really basic that you're terrible at?

Small talk.

Is it just me, or are tv shows/movies getting to be really dumbed down?

They are. Only the British TV seems to keep the good level.

Do you know any same-sex married couples?

Yeah, me and my husband.

What was the last appointment you scheduled?

The doctor, for sciatica pain.

Are you happy with the person you have become?

Kind of. I've grown up a lot.

What year were you born?

1990.

What does your favorite watch look like?

I don't have any watches.

Did you have one of those Tamagotchi things as a kid?

Yes, I did. I loved it.

What's your favorite kind of wine?

White. Chardonnay is the best.

When was the last time you felt lonely?

Long ago.

Are your parents still together?

Yes, they are. Married for 35 years.

Have you ever been so broke you didn't know how you'd keep a roof over your head?

No, never.

Do you know anyone who believes that vaccines cause autism?

Not in person.

What was the last piece of furniture you bought?

DVD shelves, two years ago.

What's a new skill you'd like to learn?

The ability to get my shit together.

How did you celebrate your last birthday?

I didn't.

Do you have any great housecleaning tips?

Facial wipes are great for cleaning laptops. And for dusting.

What's your favorite cocktail?

I don't drink such things, but maybe screwdriver.

Did your favorite movie come out before or after you were born?

I don't watch movies.

Is there anything you need to do before the end of the day?

Nothing really, it's Sunday.

[carnagechicken]

Ok this post is a collection of all the cooking tips, tricks and loose knowledge I've learned,

My credentials: both my parents work/have worked in restaurants. I cook for myself for pretty much every meal I eat (except of course the dinners my siblings cook). When I was little I would spend hours just watching and helping my mum make food, so cooking is not a new thing for me, I was standing on a chair to reach the counter to cut veggies or stir soup as a wee toddler. (<- this was not something I *had* to do, this was what I did for fun. I'm autistic, my version of fun involved anything to do with sorting)

Here we go,

>if you put too much salt in a soup, add potatoes. They suck up the salt like edible sponges

>you wanna know if your chicken is fully cooked but you don't have a meat thermometer? Take a sharp knife and stab it in the thickest part of the breast and thigh, right down to the bone, pull out the knife and if the juice that comes out is clear you're good to go (however if you're like me and are a bit paranoid of salmonella or food poisoning, just overcook your poultry a bit. It will be a bit dryer but that's OK, especially if it puts your mind at ease)

>nutritional yeast (nicknamed "nooch") is your best friend. Your soup/casserole/shepherds pie filling needs a boost? Add Nooch. It gives a wonderful umami flavor AND is good for you

>when adding spices to a soup, wait 10-15 minutes before taste testing. It needs time for the flavors to blend and really settle. This is why sometimes soup is better the next day

>if you notice some mold on a block of hard cheese, just cut it off. The cheese is still good. Mold doesn't permeate through hard cheese easily. (Soft cheese is a different story)

>ABOVE DOESN'T APPLY TO BREAD. if you see even the smallest hint of mold on bread throw the entire bag out, the whole thing is contaminated (even if you can't see it), and the mold that grows on bread is terrible for your health. I repeat, DO NOT EAT MOLDY BREAD.

>a sharp knife is actually *less* likely to cut you, because it cuts through the things you want it to and stays on course. A duller knife is more likely to slip and go in directions you don't want it to. Combine that with the fact that you have to use way more force to cut things with a dull knife and you've got an accident waiting to happen

>different oils have different smoke points (i.e. when they start to burn). Olive oil burns at fairly low temperatures, canola and sunflower oil can get quite a bit hotter before they burn, making them great for deep frying. (Butter will burn at the drop of a hat)

> GREASE FIRE SAFETY: always keep a metal (not glass) lid handy, this is for covering the pot/pan and suffocating the fire. Fire needs oxygen, lid takes that away. Baking soda can stop a small fire (key word being small). Baking powder and flour will make the fire worse, do not use them. Never never NEVER throw water on a grease fire. Never. Look up what happens when you do. It's terrifying.

>a small spot of blood in an egg is not a big deal, it's not dangerous, and it doesn't mean the egg or the chicken that laid it is diseased. It just happens sometimes. On the topic of eggs, if you crack one open and the yolk is deep orange, that just means the chicken has a healthy diet. The darker the yolk, the healthier the chicken.

>fat carries flavor. I repeat, FAT CARRIES FLAVOR. Add butter. Add oil. Add bacon fat if you want. Fat makes food taste better, do not deprive yourself of it.

>using the water that you boiled pasta or potatoes in is a great way to thicken sauces

>garlic is a personal thing. Never let a recipe limit how much you add. Recipe calls for 2 cloves? Add 15 if that's what you want

>don't believe recipes that say you can cook potatoes in 25 minutes. Potatoes are dense, it always takes longer than you think.

>also, no such thing as an overcooked potato. Unless it's been burned to hell, it's a perfectly cooked

>if your curry/stew starts to stick to the bottom of the pot and burns, don't despair! Stop stirring, you don't want to dislodge the burnt layer, pour the good stuff in a separate pot, making sure no burnt bits fall in, add a bit of water to thin it out, and it should still be good to eat. (The pot with all the burnt stuff gets filled with water and left to soak for a while. This will make it easier to scrub later)

>recipes are guidelines, not something that needs to be followed to the letter. Add more things, leave things out, substitute ingredients, just have fun with it! (This does not apply to baking. That shit is chemistry that needs precise amounts of everything. Which isn't to say it's hard! It just has way less leeway than cooking)

>always *always* start with a small amount when adding flavorings. You can add more if needed, but it's way harder to take away

>Don't put the heat really high, that won't actually make it cook faster. What's more likely to happen is burnt on the outside, undercooked on the inside. And some things need a "low and slow" approach to make them taste the best. (And just like with the flavorings, you can cook something for longer but you can't uncook it)

>pepper is great... But salt is essential. Salt makes everything better. Even desserts need salt, that's how important it is

>hand blenders are a great way to beat eggs for scrambling

>Brussel sprouts are good. The bitter taste was breed out of them in the 90s, so if you used to hate them, try them again and I *promise* they'll taste good. Roast them in the oven with lots of oil and salt until they're so soft you could cut them with a butter knife. Enjoy! (Dutch scientist Hans van Doorn is the one who figured out which chemicals made them bitter btw. Everyone say thank you)

>if you have trouble digesting cows milk but you still want to drink milk, try goat milk. Usually it's the lactose that people have issues with, and goat milk has less lactose, as well as having smaller fat molecules that are easier to absorb

>no you don't *have* to peel carrots or potatoes. Personally I just find it to be an unnecessary step.

>and finally, there's no such thing as bad food preferences. There's just stuff you like, and stuff you don't. Pineapple on pizza isn't a moral issue, eating plain pasta is fine, and if you like an unusual combination of foods, more power to you. And if anyone makes fun of you for the way you like your food, you have my permission to hit them with wet socks until they leave the kitchen

[harrysmimi]

Cuddles Would Do The Job

Synopsis: Harry's sick and YN knows very little of how to care for a sick person.

Ps, not proofread

More of my work

It was all stress.

Harry have caught cold, cough and fever. He hasn't been this sick in ages.

He was busy trying to finish up the album, get tour dates finalised, get Pleasing stuff sorted out, get his fitting done for the potential tour outfits. Shoot two music videos. It was a lot, and there was more to the list still.

He's gotten off the studio by five when he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't wanted to be alone so he called his Fiancé the first thing.

"Ello!" She chirped as soon as she answered rhe call.

"Hey baby," he sniffled on his stuffy nose. "Are you home?"

"I'm five minutes away, are you okay you sound sick?" She asked worriedly.

"A little," he admitted, "I went to the doctor's today don't worry. Do you mind if I come over, don't wanna be alone?"

"Of course, please," she agreed of course.

"Yeah? I'll be there in a ten." He coughed.

"Okay, okay now don't talk much and drive safe okay?"

"I will, I will. I love you."

"Love you more." She said before hanging up.

YN had rushed to her flat as quickly as she could. Of course she was tackled by Dorothea trying to trip her.

Now YN had little to no idea what to do for Harry. The thing is, being the youngest in her family she never had to look after a sick person in her family, or you can say she never had to. And hen she was sick she had her brothers by her side. But she remembered few things, like Tea, Turmeric milk, spicy soup. She got to making tea first even though she knew Harry doesn't drink tea.

"Hey baby," Harry announced his arrival by the door. He's got a key to YN's.

"Hey," she rushed out. He looked pretty sick, his nose turned pink due to cold. She hugged him. "Oh come on, go lie down I'll bring in tea."

"I don't want Tea, cuddles would do the job." He sighed wrapping her tight in a hug.

"Come on, listen to me for once!" She said sternly which made him go lie down on her bed. She lived in a studio flat so her living room and bedroom and kitchen were a same room.

Dorothea filled in on YN jumping up on bed with Harry to give him cuddle, make biscuits as she purr as if to heal his sickness away. She loved him too.

"Hey, thank you," Harry petted her long fur.

"Harry," she handed him a warm cup of Masala Chai.

"I—"

"Uh-uh, take it!"

"Okay madam." He gave in and took the mug warm goodness. "Why is this spicy?"

"Are you seriously making tiktok references?" YN walked back to kitchen to make him something to eat.

"No, but yes, but also it is a little spicy." He giggled.

"It's Masala Chai Harry, it's good your throat." She explained.

"I already feel good," he sighed, "do you have the air conditioning on right now?"

"No," YN shook her head. "Are you cold?"

"A little yeah," he pulled up the blanket.

"Don't take a blanket, Harry you're going to increase your fever!" She scolded him, "I don't know how to drive to rush you the ER."

"But I'm cold." He whined, "you're worse than my mum." And he huffed keeping the blanket just on his legs and leaned back on the head rest.

Harry was doing fine but YN was panicking as she doesn't know what to do help him really. He said he'd visited the doctor. She was quickly making something for him to eat so he can take his medications and rest. She put the pasta up to cook whilst she went and checked on Harry. Checking his temperature, pressing the back of her palm to his forehead and neck she could tell he was burning.

"You're burning up," she told him, "take off your hoodie."

"Babe I'm sick, I'm not in the mood!" He joked.

"Not funny Harry," she sighed rushing back to kitchen to get ice cold water and a soft washcloth. "Lie down please, will you?"

He did just as she said. Taking the damp cloth she placed it on his forehead. "Oh that feels good!"

"I know," she chuckled.

"Can you like please cover up my eyes too, gosh they're burning!" He requested closing his eyes with a pretty smile on his face. YN carefully slid down the damp washcloth on his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep Hazzy," she called him from the kitchen finishing up the pasta sauce and checking up on the boiling pasta.

"When you go to the kitchen?" He asked making her laugh.

"Just relax but don't fall asleep you have to take you medicine." She reminded.

"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine. Treat you like a gentleman..." He started singing with a stuffy nose making it sound funny. Next thing he knew the washcloth which was cold not even a minute ago was now warm from his body temperature but YN had taken it off.

"Here eat this, I gotta give Dorothea her food too." She handed him a plate of pasta.

"Oh thanks lovie," he smiled sitting up and taking the plate, "don't wanna eat with me?"

"Just a second, I've got another child to feed." She rushed to give Dorothea her food who was following her everywhere, which meant she's starving even though she had a snack right after YN came home.

"Wait, did you just called me a child?" Harry's car hit the realisation curb. "Your Mummy is being mean to Daddy." He told Dorothea who was sat in the middle of the living room waiting for her food to be served. She could give two fucks about him, she's hungry!

"Eat up Harry," YN said. Finally she got herself a plate and sat next to him. "Why do you work so much, see you got sick!"

"I love what I do," was his explanation.

"I know, but you gotta have to relax Hazza. You just finished up a whole ass tour you album came out not even six months ago you're working on another one. You worry me sometimes!" She ended her worried rant with a heavy sigh.

"I'm fine, I appreciate you worrying about me. Just doing this so I can take a long break after we get married." He explained.

"Well, you don't have to. I'm sure your fans will understand that you're a human too who needs breaks." She said.

After Harry and YN got back to London to from Coachella. Harry had reached to her brothers. He proposed and they also had a tiny engagement ceremony according to her cultural rituals soon with his close family and both her brothers by her side there. It was very intimate yet very fun.

Now they're going to get married a couple of days before Christmas and it is going to be amazing!

They've been slowly planning the wedding and none of them can still believe it is happening. Really, it feel surreal, especially to Harry. It felt like it was just yesterday he met her at this coffee shop but it also seems he knows her for ages.

"Where do you want to get married?" He asked out of nowhere.

"I don't know, my colleague suggested Rome." She said.

"You want to?"

"I really don't know Harry, I want to be part of this as much as you are and you know I can't really afford the lavish function in another foreign city." She explained, "I just want something small. I don't mind the backyard of your house."

"I don't either," he smiled. He'd never make her feel any less than him even though she made six figure a year most of her income went into paying bills and rent as she had to get a place closer to her work place, "but I've got my fans there as well and my neighbours are nosy and I don't want that."

"Mhmm I understand." She said.

"What about somewhere in Turkey?" He flashed his sly smile.

"Be careful there, I might runaway if I see him." She warned him jokingly. "Don't even try joking about Deepika Padukone, she's already married."

"That sucks." He scrunched up his nose in defeat but ended up sneezing into his elbow pit.

"You okay?" YN asked.

"I'll be fine by tomorrow baby, just need to take my medication and a good night's sleep next to you." And he sneezed again. "Where are you going now?"

"Vacation to my kitchen." She joked, he mocked her back. He noticed her putting up a pot of water on the stove and come back out to take the empty dishes.

"What's—" and he coughed and sneezed, "what's that for?"

"For like a steam, it helps with cold and sore throat." She explained.

"Am I your Guinie pig or something?" And he coughed again.

"No, and you need to stop talking." She scolded him yet caringly rubbing his back.

YN was very anxious tonight, as mentioned before she haven't taken care for a sick. And it's her Harry, she more worried. Harry could hear her heart thumping against her chest with his head leaned over her.

"Why is your heart beating so fast lovie? Did you had too much coffee today?" And he sniffled on his blocked nose.

"No, I didn't had any coffee today." She told him, carefully running her fingers through his soft hair.

"Hey have got nothing to worry about okay? I know you're anxious for me but I'll tell you if I need anything, yeah?" He croon softly lifting his head up from her chest to take a good look at her. He recieved a forehead kiss and a peck on his mouth, "you're gonna get sick as well."

"Now that's bullcrap." She called him out as she walked back into the kitchen to get the pot of water.

......................................................................

It was a little later than YN is used to going to bed as Harry is clearly not feeling any better, tossing and turning on bed like a fish. Plus Dorothea was on her zoomie mod running around.

"Hey, Harry are you not feeling well still?" YN asked.

"I want to go to sleep, but I've got a headache." He turned to lie on his back, pushing his head into the pillow. YN sat up trying to figure out what to do, he's been given his medications accordingly but he's still got a headache.

"Come here," she gestured him to rest his head on her lap and so he gladly did. Pulling up the blanket to his neck Harry snuggled up. He sighed feeling YN's fingers run through his hair, massaging his head. "Go to sleep now. Good night."

"Good night baby, I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you more."

Harry got his cuddles like he asked for later when YN made sure he's asleep she lied down next to him. Wrapped him up in her arms as she went to sleep as well as it was very late.

She's got a pretty long day ahead of her now!

But it's all worth it, Harry's got yo be the most adorable person she's met when he's sick. He is usually the cuddliest one out of them but this was something new.

The very next day, Harry had to convince YN that he's fine alone and she should go to work.

Also she didn't ended up getting sick from him that was a huge relief for Harry.

N O T E :

I struggled to end this, it shouldn't be a shocker. But I love Professor!YN and Harry so much 🥺😭

[thetragicallynerdy]

hello! it's fungi anon thinking about soup rn so what's your opinion on soups/stews/various other types of liquidy stuff like minestrone and broth

Hello fungi anon <3 I hope your day is going well!

Okay so like with basically everything in life I have many opinions about soups and stews etc. In general, massive fan of both, so I'll break it down to the kinds I can think of. Here is an incomplete rating:

Soups - okay there are so many soups my apologies

Chicken noodle soup - good. Wholesome. 7/10.

Chicken/turkey rice soup - absolutely astounding. Takes chicken noodle soup to another level because rice doesn't get as soggy as noodles do. 9/10.

Potato soup - the easiest, most filling soup ever. All you need is like onions and potatoes and some broth. Made even better with bacon and cheese and chives. 10/10, 13/10 if you have toppings.

Minestrone - meh. It's alright. A bit too sharp for my soup preferences. I'll eat it if it's given to me, but I would never buy it or make it on my own. 4/10.

Taco soup - this is a soup my mum made that's like chili but with taco seasoning. Brilliant. Put some lil tortilla chips on there and it's so good. 8/10.

Broccoli soup - with/without cheese, both ways is delightful. Super easy to make. Annoying to make nonetheless because broccoli is the glitter of food and gets everywhere when you cut it. 7/10 because I hate cutting up broccoli.

Pea soup - my father eats this and it looks and smells terrible. -500/10, please stay out of my house.

Mushroom soup - I don't like eating mushrooms because of texture reasons. I don't mind canned mushroom soup, but if there are real whole mushrooms in it I don't want it. 2/10.

Tomato soup - best boy. Preference is to eat with crackers or grilled cheese. Tastes like childhood lunches. 7/10.

Butternut squash soup (or pumpkin soups etc) - oh my god so so good. Perfect fall soup. Can be sweet or spicy or whatever. 12/10.

Broth by itself - so helpful for cooking, but also I would never eat plain broth. 8/10 because it's a god in the kitchen.

Stews and Chilis etc

Chili - huge fan. I have yet to meet a chili I didn't like, unless it was literally too spicy for me to eat. So easy to make, super filling, best if eaten with sour cream and fritos on top. 9/10.

Beef stew - ngl I almost never eat it, but it's alright? It's good? I like it when I have it? But also sometimes the beef gets stuck in my teeth so. 5/10.

Chicken stew - fantastic. Like a chicken pot pie in soup form. Love it. Best with dumplings. 11/10.

Clam chowder/any fish based stews or soups - hard pass. I don't like fish. -5/10, rating isn't lower because it looks very tasty even though I know it wouldn't be.

FAV SOUP EVER (gets its own category because I love it):

Ghanaian groundnut soup, eaten with rice balls as a swallow - absolutely fucking brilliant. Spicy and peanut-y and also has chicken or whatever. Peanut stews that mimic this are also brilliant. 1000/10

Thank you for coming to my ted talk this has been rating soups with hank

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

In the dark

Episode base, but spiced up a little.

Warnings: Usual SVU, SVU case, maybe light swearing, mad Liv, smut

Enjoy x

"How do you feel about us maybe not working together anymore?"

"Don't say that Rafi, we don't know yet. Just wait to see what happens tomorrow" you kissed Rafael on the cheek.

You and Rafael were sitting in Florini's, in the later part of the day in a booth. Rafael had his arm around you rubbing up and down your shoulder with his thumb and a drink in the other. You were leaning on him resting a hand on his knee.

"We all need to talk NOW" you looked up to a very pissed off Liv. "You guys have some explaining to do" she sat down across from you both.

"I took Y/N off the case, she got a call too right after I did" Rafael looked over at Liv.

"So how long have you known?" Liv looked at you "Just today- or?"

You took a deep breath, "I have always known"

"You didn't trust me enough to tell me?" Liv’s eyes opened wide at you in surprise.

"Liv it's not like that, I trust you with my life, but it never needed to come up. I' am sorry I-we didn't tell you"

"So what's next then?" She snapped back looking between you both.

"I have a meeting with DA tomorrow, this may have been my last case with Special Victims" Rafael’s voice broke and you squeezed his knee in comfort.

"But he may just get suspended" you shrugged.

"Well if he gets suspended, you’re suspended for the same amount of time" Liv stood up and stormed out the door.

A rape a murder case had come in. It ended up being the victim’s boyfriend who owned an internet company and was a professional hacker. Rafael had been supporting a young girl and her grandmother of a witness that was in jail for being high on the stand after he gave her some money for what she told him was a loan. Rafael had been honest with you about it from the start, he knew he had to tell you. He was worried about how you would react, but you didn't even blink when he told you. "Do what you need to do Rafi" was all you had to say.

****

"Rafa I need the warrants"

"You go I'll get them now" Rafael looked over at Liv as they walked down the hall to his office. Liv ran off and his phone rang,

"Mr Barba, I see you’re paying for sex from an underage girl, you get those warrants and I'll make sure this information goes public. Hope your girlfriend doesn't have a temper, I' am calling her next" the line went dead before he could say anything.

Rafael tried to dial you, twice, but it went to voice mail, so he hung up and tried again. It rang and you answered,

"Rafi, what the hell?"

"You got a call too?"

"Yeah, they said you’re paying for underage sex and that I'm an accessory to it, they will make sure it goes public and get my badge pulled"

"Where are you?" Rafael frown to himself.

"On the way to the raid"

"You can't go now. We both need to be off the case. I'm going to call Liv, you message her. Meet me at the bar"

1pm: Y/N: Hey Liv, I'm sorry to do this but I' am off the case.

Liv hung up from Rafael and seen your message,

"What's going on?" Amanda looked worried from the look on Liv’s face

"Barba and Y/N are off the case"

"What? Why? She was on the way" Sonny asked confused.

****

"I would do it again" Rafael looked into your eyes.

"I know Rafi. I'll be waiting for you at home." You lent over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Everything will be ok Barba" Liv put her hand over her heart.

Rafael hugged you and kissed you again, he squeezed Liv's hand and walked off into the DA's office.

"I’ am sorry I was so tough on you yesterday Y/N. You’re not suspended, come back next week ok? Have tomorrow with Barba"

"It's ok Liv, I deserved it. Sorry we kept you in the dark" you gave her a small smile.

----

You were stirring a big pot of soup. It was Rafael’s grandmother's recipe. She used to make it for him when he had bad days growing up. After you left Liv, you rang Lucia for the recipe, brought all the ingredients and went home to cook. You heard the door close and Rafael rounded the corner into the living area throwing his jacket over the back of the couch rolling up his sleeves,

"Hey Hermosa"

"How did you go?" You looked up at him as he kissed you hello.

"2 weeks unpaid suspension"

"That's good isn't it?" A smile came to your face.

"Yes, I'm pleased could have been worse" he kissed you on the cheek placing a hand on the small of your back leaning over to look into the pot "What are you making?"

"You have had a tough day Rafi"

You saw as the tears fill his eyes as he realised what you meant by that and a soft smile spread on his face.

"Your Mum gave me the recipe and told me where to buy everything. I don't know if it will taste the same as Abuela's but we will see when it's ready. Go and shower and change" you lent over and kissed him on the lips.

You were both sitting on the couch after dinner. Rafael had two helpings of the soup and now he was relaxing with a drink.

"The soup was amazing Hermosa, thank you it's just what I needed" He kissed the top of your head.

"Your welcome Rafi, it's been a very full on couple of days. I'm glad Liv gave me the day off tomorrow"

You lent over kissing his neck and running your hand over his chest. Rafael quickly sculled the rest of his drink, he pulled away from you and lent forward to put the glass on the coffee table, as he lent back he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You lent forward and kissed him deeply and grinded down into him making him moan into your mouth. He tried to reach down between you both but you pushed his hand away,

"This is not about me tonight Rafi, just enjoy yourself" you winked at him,

You got off of him, pushed his legs apart and got down on your knees between them. His eyes were narrowed at you, watching. You reached up and rubbed him through his track pants a couple of times. You hocked your fingers around the waist band of his pants and boxers tugging down. Rafael lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you. You slid them down to his ankles and left them there.

He was extremely hard and you could see the pre-come shinning in the light of TV. You wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few strokes from base to tip running your thumb over his head when at his tip. He threw his head back closing his eyes and moaning at the feeling.

You took him into your mouth which surprised him and he bucked up involuntary making you gag. You used a free arm to lay across his waist to hold him still and used your other hand to gently squeeze at his balls. You picked up your pace with your mouth, relaxing your throat to take him as far as you could. You felt his hand slide into your hair and the other grab onto a pillow

"Herm-I"

He said something in Spanish that didn't you understand when he grunted your name and warm liquid ran down your throat. You slowed your sucks till you knew he was finished, starting to go soft and you pulled off him. You got up off your knees and sat back down on the couch while he pulled his pants back up. He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you.

"Thanks you for taking care of me today. I love you Hermosa"

"I love you Rafi, let's go to bed”

[mikkomacko]

Dear Daisy 5

Daisy never realized how big the house is until Harry's not there. Without his large personality sitting at the table, or his lanky legs kicked up on the coffee table while he works, or his broad body moving around the kitchen, Daisy feels like she's living in an empty palace. It's gotten to the point that she hates being at the house, but going to visit her family is just as depressing with them now crying over Sterling's departure. Her father's taken up more work with Thomas, hoping to make up for the usual revenue Sterling brings into the family. It's not much seeing as most of her brother's earnings goes into his personal savings so he can afford to marry Stella and take care of her. Daisy tried spending time with her future sister too, but that ended up being even more depressing then staring at Harry's empty couch cushion. So she goes on walks now. She's been putting off walking through the park because it reminds her of Harry now, and she stays as far away from the beach as possible. That really only leaves the town for her to walk through, but she likes the shops so she doesn't mind. She hardly buys anything, but the browsing keeps her mind off of Harry and how much she misses him and if he's okay. Her favorite shop to go in is the local bakery, owned a ran by a man named Robin and his kids. It's nice to sit at one of the tables, picking at a scone or mini pie and watch Robin teach his son's to roll out dough correctly and cut shapes into the pies. The three men are always so happy and carefree, and the feeling rubs off on her after sitting there for a bit.

Today, however, is different.

The bell above the door chimes as she pushes it open, stepping into the little shop and expecting a smile from Richard who's usually behind the counter. He's not there today, and walking up to the counter she realizes that Sam isn't either. It's just Robin, lips drooping down in the corners as he dusts some flower onto his apron. Daisy's smile falls, confused by the unusual gloomy mood in the bakery.

"Oh, hello Daisy." Robin greets when he notices her, offering her a pathetic smile. Daisy rests her elbows on the counter, holding her chin up.

"Is everything okay Robin?"

The man shrugs, shaking his head with a sad chuckle. "My boys left today," he mumbles, "one of them to the Poland, the other Germany."

Her heart falls to her stomach, and she thinks of Harry again. She's so worried knowing he's in France, she can't imagine how upsetting it'd be if he were sent to the front lines. "I'm sorry," she sympathizes, pausing a brief second before deciding what the hell, "my fiance shipped out a few weeks ago."

Robin looks up, a bit surprised as he moves to stand across from her. "Mr. Styles was called out?"

She shifts uncomfortably, scratching her fingernail across the wooden counter to keep her mind off of the war as much as possible. "To France for training and then assignment. I haven't gotten a letter yet informing me of where he's heading afterwards."

One of Robin's hands move over the counter, patting the top of Daisy's comfortingly. "It's tough, but I can't think of a greater man than Harry Styles fighting."

Daisy pauses, looking up at him curiously. She's never heard anyone say anything remotely kind about Harry before. He's always whispered about, gossiped about, but they're all tells of his rudeness or his harsh words. Daisy, having been privy to both, never really questioned anyone's dislike for Harry. But she'll definitely question their compliments for him.

"You know Harry really well?"

Robin nods, moving to untie his apron. "Grew up with his father. When he passed away I tried to keep an eye on Harryand Gemma. Of course that uncle of his stepped in, tried to raise Harry to be a prick like him-" Daisy giggles, never having heard Robin curse, "but good always beats bad."

He hangs his apron up, reaching under the counter for a small basket of oatmeal cookies. He places them on the counter in front of Daisy. "Free of charge, for Harry." He says, smiling softly. Daisy watches him for a moment, thinking that Robin must be a great father. He's kind, compassionate, but also tough. And judging by the two boys she's met in here before, he knows how to raise a good son. It's then that she realizes he's the only one running the bakery now, and while rations for the war have started, bread is always in demand. He'll be getting busy, busier than usual, and he might need help.

"Mr. Robin," she murmurs carefully, waiting for him to look at her expectantly, "if you'd like company or help around the shop while you're boys are away, I'd be happy to do so. Don't have to pay me or anything, I'd just like to get out of the empty house."

Robin's smile is warm and grateful, and he looks around the kitchen as if trying to picture Daisy back there helping him. Finally, he nods. "I'd love to have you Daisy, and I'd be happy to let you take home the tips for the day."

"No that's-"

"It's the least I could do," Robin interrupts, "owe it to Harry and his father."

She knows by the firmness of his voice that there's no room for arguing, and she knows tips aren't very much right now anyway so she won't feel bad for taking money from him. Plus the holidays are coming up, and she'd really like to get gifts from everyone without having to use Harry's money. It doesn't feel right to use it without him there, but then again, nothing really feels right while he's gone anyway.

~

Dear Daisy,

My training has been completed and I've received my assignment. Luckily for us, I'm staying in France, patrolling Paris in case Germany attacks. I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, it was difficult to find time during the first couple weeks, but you should know that not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. I ache for you, long for you so much it makes me dizzy. Patrolling Paris is wonderful, I've been here a few times, but I can't help but find you on ever corner. In the flower shops, laying among the soft petals. In the warmth of the bakeries and restaurant, beckoning me. Swirling in the air around me, shining in the stars above me. It's not the first city I've found you in and I'm certain it won't be the last.

I know I have so much to say to you. Secrets and truths that have been on the tip of my tongue since the night we met, pleading to be told. Oh how desperate I was on our last night together, aching to tell you everything. Again, I'm sorry, for I'm making you wait. I know you hate me, enough to cry for me, enough to marry me. I was once told my parents hated each other as well, and I had never seen love like theirs.

I hope you're staying warm as the days get colder, maybe planting vegetables in your garden in the back. Pumpkins grow well against the wall of the house and my mum has a wonderful pumpkin soup recipe. I'll dream of you tonight, and maybe every night, in our kitchen with the pretty blue apron around your hips, filling our house with a warmth only you could bring. My radio playing in the background, I'll wish to be sat there with you, argue over how you under-cooked the pumpkin just because I like the color of your pink cheeks when we fight.

Stay safe for me Daisy for I need a home to come home to.

-The Harry Styles x

~

Cold winds come with fall, blowing into the bakery every time the door is even slightly cracked. Daisy's lucky enough to be on oven duty, staying warm in the back while Robin works the counter. She's been working with him for almost a month now, finally skilled enough to help decorate the Halloween cookies and package them. Robin does most of the baking, but she always helps, and every time she finds a recipe of interest he goes out of his way to teach her to make it. Daisy finds working at the bakery to be quite wonderful. It's a good way to spend her time and she's never been good at cooking despite her mother's hard efforts to teach her. Meredith isn't much of a baker either so Daisy never learned that growing up either. It's exciting, working here. Like she's got a new hidden talent or secret that only her and Robin know.

It's only a matter of time before her mother or Summer starts questioning what she's been doing during the days, and she's dreading having to answer. Some may it find it silly but if she tells them about her new hobby she's afraid it'll lose its appeal. When she's here, everything is simple. She bakes and laughs with Robin, forgetting that men are fighting a few countries over. And if she's feeling particularly lonely, she can imagine that Harry's just at work, that she'll finish her goodies for the day and take them home in a box wrapped with pretty ribbon, body flushing when her husband praises her.

Even if it makes going home even more disappointing, Daisy will enjoy her time in the bakery. She's nearly curling the ribbon on a package of croissants for the girl on the other side of the counter when Robin says he's going to take the trash out back real quick. They were starting to close up when the lady came in, a Mrs. Weathers as Robin had greeted her, and he instructed y/n to quickly wrap her order. She carries the package over, smiling politely at Mrs. Weathers and charging her.

"You're Mr. Styles' fiancee aren't you?" She asks, counting out the coins in her purse. Her green eyes look Daisy up and down (as much as possible with the counter between them) but she looks more curious than judging.

"Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Weathers hums, accepting her change from Daisy. "Never thought I'd see the day he'd find a wife." Her tone is amused, mixed with a little bit of surprise, and her eyes shine at Daisy with a newfound respect.

"Why's that?" Daisy questions. She knows Harry's not well liked. He's not really liked at all, but everyone has their person. Maybe she's not Harry's person but her family made it so she is. And it turned out to be better than expected. So maybe she actually is his person and she never knew.

"I had a bit of a crush on him myself a few years ago." Mrs. Weathers admits, looking sheepish. "Tried to talk to him on the beach once, maybe get him to take me on a date in that pretty car of his. Barely spoke to me though. Ignored my flirting, even went as far as telling me I was desperate." Daisy cringes at the word. Harry used to hint at her being desperate too, but he never outright said it to her. If he had she thinks she would've hit him.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes, feeling the need to make up for Harry's rudeness. "He's got a sharp tongue and an ego big enough to keep his mouth flapping."

Mrs. Weathers laughs, waving her hand. "Don't apologize! It hurt at the time but I'm grateful he's the way he is. I probably would've married him and that would be awful. My husband Terry is the greatest love I've ever known."

Daisy smiles at the dreamy look in Mrs. Weathers eyes, but her chest aches for Harry. He may be rough on the edges, but she knows deep down he's sweet. He has a reason for all his actions, and maybe that's why he's terrible to everyone. A sort of test, wanting to see who cares enough to stick around. Or it could just be him knowing what he wants and being careless. Either way she's proud, knowing she was the one to turn him.

"It just takes him a bit to warm up." Daisy defends, "But I'm the lucky one that stuck around, I suppose."

Mrs. Weathers chuckles, picking up the package and nestling it in the crook of her elbow. "If you say so." She hums, adjusting her scarf and then she's heading out into the chilly air. Daisy stares at the door for a moment, thinking that Harry's actually a lot kinder than Mrs. Weathers and any other person that something bad to say about him.

~

Daisy's crouched on the lowest porch step, fingers begin to burn as she lights the last of the Jack-O-lanters her and Summer had carved yesterday. Harry had been right about the pumpkins, she grew so many that they were able to save two for soup, leave three on the steps here, and take two back to Summer's house.

Tossing the match to the side, Daisy watches the candle flicker through it's smile. She can't help but notice that this particular face has the same little bunny teeth as Harry, even if it's big smile is nothing like Harry's. Her heart sinks, eyes stinging as she pathetically imagines him. Not exactly sure how long she watches the flame dance, wishing it were Harry's eyes in front of her, she practically jumps out of skin when two hands jab her shoulders. "Boo!"

She almost falls off the porch steps as she leaps to her full height, the hands of Gemma being the one thing to steady her. "You scared me." Daisy says sheepishly, holding a hand to her racing heart.

"That was the point," Gemma teases, "it's Halloween." Her eyes look over Daisy, smiling falling. "And you're not dressed up at all."

Blushing, Daisy picks at the bow around her waist. "I was gonna be a kitten but I haven't had time to draw my nose and whiskers on. What are you?"

Gemma adjust the sleeves of the button up, tugging down the too-small sweater vest and holding her arms open. Her hip pops out sassily, "I'm Harry!" Daisy examines her again, realizing she's wearing her version of the outfit they mocked Harry about when wedding shopping. "I figured you could use a little Harry today, and I'm as close as it gets right now."

Daisy's glad she hadn't done her makeup yet, because Gemma's words send her to tears.

~

Dear Harry,

I've never been to Paris but I can't help but find comfort in the city knowing you're there. I'm sure it's not exactly what you were expecting for assignment; you've always been a front line man, but I'm grateful the universe is on my side this time.

I grew pumpkins like you suggested and your mother made the best soup for us after Halloween. I wish you could have been at the house with me. A girl came dressed up as a fighter pilot and I thought of how much you'd enjoy that. Gemma came over to hand out candy and stay the night, which was nice. The house is to big without you in it, but for some reason it made me miss you more.

While your secrets make me nervous, I respect your choice to wait to spill them. At first it drove me mad and I spent days like a tornado in the house. I've found a distraction though, one I think you'll be proud of. An old friend of you father's, Robin, has been teaching me to bake. His son's shipped out as well and we've found company in each other's presence. I don't like cooking, as you very much know, but I really enjoy baking. Maybe one day that'll be our routine. You'll come back from the war, safe and sound, and I'll bake lots of desserts for us to devour while you cook our meals. And of course your radio will be on, and maybe I'll make you dance with me. I happen to be a very good dancer when you're my partner, and no matter how much I try to fight it, you'll always be my greatest partner.

Stay safe for me Harry or I'll have no husband to bake for. With all my heart, Daisy o

~

Rain pelts against her umbrella, ice cold in the November air. It far too late for her to be out here, but at least it's a nice neighborhood. Not as nice as Harry's or Thomas', but still better than the one she grew up in. She doesn't dwell on that thought too long though, because she's still trying to figure out why she came here. Shivering, the red door stares back at her tear filled eyes, daring her to step forward and knock. She wants to, she really does. Wants to go inside, sit next to the wood burning stove she'd sat by with Harry that one time he brought her here. Maybe drink some tea. Maybe wrap a blanket around her frame and cry. It felt too empty to cry in their house. Her sobs echoed and rattled, reminding her she was alone.

Still in her pajamas, she'd thrown on one of Harry's peacoats and grabbed the umbrella from the coat closet, running through two streets worth of puddles. Her soaked socks remind her of that.

Sniffling, Daisy wipes her eyes with the cuffs of the coat, finally stepping onto the welcome mat. Inhaling shakily, she knocks before she can duck out and spend all night crying in the street. Harry would be so upset with her if he found out she was even out right now. He told her not to worry, yet here she was.

It takes minute for the door to be answered, lights flicking on upstairs, and then on the staircase, and then in the living room. Daisy wills herself to calm down, bouncing anxiously as the door swings open.

"Daisy?"

Anne has wrapped her robe around her nightgown, rollers mussed in her hair, and eyes bleary but her eyes widen when she meets Daisy's red rimmed ones. "Oh dear, come in! Get out of the rain!"

She waves her in, Daisy's umbrella dripping water on the rug as she closes it and places it in the rack. Anne shuts and locks the door behind her, immediately reaching to help Daisy out of her son's coat. "I'm sorry," Daisy mumbles, shaking off the damp fabric. Helpless, she watches Anne hang it by the door, bottom lip trembling with surpressed cries.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Anne coos gently, reaching forward to push back her wet hair. Daisy crumbles under the affection, chest aching so bad she thinks it might crack open to reveal her longing heart to the cruel world. "Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head, finally breaking down. Her body shakes against Anne, shoulders hunching as her mother-in-law wraps her arms around Daisy. Anne shushes her, rubbing her hand in soothing circles over her back. "It's okay darling. You can talk to me."

Somehow, Daisy manages to choke out the one thought swirling through her brain. "I miss him so much." It's simple, but the words make her cry even more after finally admitting it. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being around Harry, how much better he made her days. Being without him is like missing the broth in the soup, the flour in a loaf of bread, the roots of a plant. Nothing feels right and she hates it.

"Oh darling, I know." Anne coos, stroking her soggy hair tenderly. Daisy feels small in her arms, cradled like a girl as small as Kitty even though her feet are on the ground and not around Anne's waist. She thinks back on when she wishes she were as tiny as her sister, innocent to this kind of hurt, and she can't help but think this night was born out of that wish. Maybe the universe started a war, drafted the one boy she may one day love, just because she was being sad and petty. It's stupid, Hitler's not invading previous German land because she wished to be little again. But it does feel nice to have Anne hold her, tell her she understands. All Meredith’s ever done is tell her to grow up, act her age, learn to cook, get married, have kids. Everything she always felt like she could never do.

“He’s really irritating but I want him back.” Daisy murmurs around trembling breaths, beginning to calm down. Anne laughs, whispering an agreement before pulling back enough to see her face. She strokes her cheeks tenderly, motherly.

“Let’s her you dry clothes and a cup of tea, yeah?” Daisy nods shyly, letting Anne guide her up the stairs and into a random bedroom. She digs through the dresser, pulling out a cotton tee and striped pajama bottoms. The same pajama bottoms Harry owns multiple pairs of. “These were his favorites as a boy. Don’t fit him now but I can’t get rid of them.”

Daisy changes into them in the bathroom, recognizing the scent of Harry immediate. He still smells the same today but more manly. Maybe it's that nice cologne he wears that makes him smell older, more mature. But his teen scent is comforting too. The two of them, feeling small but together. It makes her ache a bit more, but she smiles at it. Maybe Harry's thinking about her, smirking as he fall asleep and imagining her crying. Soulmates maybe, reaching out to jab at her throbbing heart. It's a very Harry thing to do, she thinks.

And she continues to think of him when she crawls into his childhood bed, an old record player playing an album he loved as a kid, with her mug of tea on his old nightstand. Buried in his sheets, it almost feels like he's there too. That's how it should be, husband and wife, buried next to each other forever.

[willymywonkers]

The Factory (2/5)

Summary: Maude finds out about the 5 golden tickets that have been spread out across the globe. With the first one already found, Charlie goes over to Maude's house for some healthy encouragement. Charlie returns the favor and offers Maude to come to his house for dinner.

A/N: I don't know if I have the timeline correct for this lol. But, enjoy lol

Tagged: @holdmeicant @wonkasmissstarshine

News had spread all across the world about Wonka's 5 golden tickets. Wonka bars were selling off the rails.

Maude had heard about the chaos on the news. The first golden ticket was found by a young man named Augustus Gloop. The boy seemed quite greedy consuming candy by the hundreds.

"How odd." Maude muttered to herself.

A soft knock on her door averted Maude's attention from the television, walking over to see who it was.

Charlie appears at her door, slightly shivering from the cold.

"Hello, Charlie." Maude said. "Golly, you must be freezing. Come inside."

"Ms. Figgle! Did you hear about the golden tickets?" Charlie walked into her apartment, gently kicking the snow off his boots.

"How could I not?" Maude chuckled, walking into the kitchen. She turned on a kettle and prepared tea for the boy. "It's getting quite intense now that they've found one."

Charlie sat himself down in the kitchen. "Do you think I'll get a chance at getting a golden ticket?"

The kettle whistled as Maude thought. "Of course, Charlie."

She poured the water into a little cup with a little bag of tea. She handed the warm tea to Charlie.

"Tomorrow's my birthday." Charlie sighed. He didn't seem to be too enthusiastic. "That's the only time I ever get a Wonka bar, and only the kids who can buy the most bars get a chance."

Maude took a seat next to the disappointed boy. "Let me tell you something, Charlie. Life gives us numerous ups and downs. If you don't get the golden ticket, that doesn't mean your worthless. You're an incredible boy, with a loving family. That's worth more than all the golden tickets in the world."

Charlie's mood shifted greatly, pulling Maude into a small hug. "Thank you, Ms. Figgle."

"You're welcome, Charlie." She smiled warmly at him. "You should probably get going. Your mother probably wouldn't want you staying out so late."

Charlie nodded, and headed towards the door. "Ms. Figgle?"

"Yes, Charlie?"

"How would you like to join me and my family for dinner?" Charlie asked. "We don't have much, but Grandpa Joe would like to see you."

Maude smiled, and nodded. "I'd love to."

The following evening, Charlie led Maude to his little house on the hill. It looked slightly broken down with bits of the roof falling off.

"Hi mum!! Hi dad!!" Charlie said, greeting his parents.

"Hello, Charlie!" Mrs. Bucket smiled at him, while she was making dinner. "And, you must be Charlie's teacher."

"Please call me, Maude." She said, shaking Mrs. Bucket's hand.

Mr. Bucket smiled up at her, putting his newspaper down. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maude. I'm Harry, and this is my wife, Helen."

"Charlie's spoken awful lot about you." Mrs. Bucket chuckled. "He's very fond of you."

"That's nice to hear." Maude said, taking a seat at the worn down table. Next to her were Charlie's grandparents.

"Buckets!" Charlie's father began. "This is Charlie's teacher, Ms. Figgle."

"Hello." She smiled at the grandparents.

Grandpa Joe pushed up his glasses. "Do my eyes decive me, or is that the Maude Figgle, inventor of the non stick gum?"

Maude chuckled to herself. "Hello Joe."

"You made gum?" Charlie asked. "I thought you worked in the factory like everyone else."

"Oh no, Charlie. Ms. Figgle, here, was a world renowned scientist for many years. I must say you look like you haven't aged at all." Joe received a nudge from Josephine, who was laying right next to him.

"Maybe learn to stand up before you start macking up the first woman you see." Charlie's other grandfather grumbled.

Maude scoffed to herself. "Your family is quite interesting." She whispered to Charlie.

"Yeah. You should hear Granny Georgina." Charlie whispered back.

"Cabbage soup, anyone?" Mrs. Bucket said. "Charlie, could you be a dear and hand Ms. Figgle her dinner?"

He nodded, handing over a bowl to Maude.

She looked at her soup, and smiled. "Thank you."

There was something welcoming about the Buckets that made her feel at home. It was nice to sit down with a home cooked meal, and feel safe for the first time in years.

The warm smells reminded Maude of her grandmother, Agnes.

The Buckets were good people. If anyone deserved a golden ticket more, it was the Buckets.

As she left, heading back to her little apartment, the warmth from the Bucket's home stayed with her.

Soon enough, the news was just about to spoil her mood.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

043 of 2024

Created by sassybabexo

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's?

Not in person.

What are your plans for next weekend?

Groceries and taking some good rest.

Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports?

Not really, I rather know plenty of people who play just one.

Have you ever been suspended from school?

Not really.

When was the last time you had chocolate?

Ate some chocolate-covered cookies now, but I'm not a big fan of chocolate.

Have you ever been to a sports game?

More than once.

If so, what sport did you see?

Football. I attend all the matches my stepson plays, and the ones his kids play. (No, I don't like football.)

Have you used a sewing machine before?

Yes, my mum had one.

When was the last time you had a snow day?

Centuries ago lol. Just kidding, the last and only snowy day we had in this country was in March, I think.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class?

Who hasn't lol. But I'm from the older generation, times have changed.

Where do your cousins live?

All over Europe.

Have you met any of your second cousins?

Yeah, more than once.

Do you like the All-American Rejects?

Nope, not my type.

Is your computer slow or fast?

Fun thing, it had RAM replaced from 8GB to 20GB and it's still lagging like ell at times.

What colour shirt are you wearing?

I'm not wearing any shirt.

Have you ever faked sick to get out of something?

Nope, it's lame.

If so, how did you do it?

I didn't.

Have you ever been ice skating?

Yeah, as a part of PE classes. I hated it.

Who do you sit near in math?

I graduated school 14 years ago.

Have you ever had Werther s Original butterscotch toffee?

I know the brand and I like their candy, but I don't remember if I ever tried this particular one before.

When was the last time you wore a skirt?

Lol I'm a guy. I don't wear skirts.

Have you seen all the Shrek movies?

Yeah, they're funny.

Have you ever fainted?

More than once.

What did you have for breakfast?

I didn't have anything. I legit forgot about breakfast because I was busy cooking and cleaning.

When was the last time you went on vacation?

Last year, Christmas trip to my parents. And last summer to Poland.

Have you ever had to sit next to some smelly random person on a bus?

What's the question even. More than once, last time today. Ew.

Do you have any pets other than dogs or cats?

No, but I used to have a pet rabbit when I was a child.

What colour is your bed sheet?

Light blue.

Do you have a job?

I do. I was fighting hard to get back to it, and I succeeded. I'm happy for that because I love my job and I can't imagine doing anything else in my life.

If so, where and what does it consist of doing?

I work in a rolling stock company, so long story short, I build trains. I'm an electrician, so I make electrical components (including wiring control racks) and then install them in train carriages. Very responsible job.

What was the last thing you cooked?

Tomato soup.

Do you know anyone with the surname Matheson?

No, but I know two people with similarly sounding last name.

Tell me about the posters you have on your walls.

I don't have any posters. I'm not 14.

Are you the type of person who gets injuries often?

Yup. Mostly bruises, thankfully.

What does your soap smell like?

Chamomile.

Have you ever finished a whole video game?

I don't play video games.

If so, which one(s)?

N/A.

Are your siblings allergic to anything?

Most likely, although she's less allergic to things than me.

Tell me about a funny TV ad you've seen.

...wait, there's such thing as funny ads?? :O I've only seen the cringy ones.

What time is it?

19:54. Time to take my evening meds.

Do you know anyone with a pet snake?

Not in person.

Do you own a purple hoodie or sweatshirt?

No, but my husband does.

When did you last stay home from school?

I'm not even in school.

^ What was the reason?

N/A.

Has your house ever had a pest infestation?

Yea we had ants at some point.

Do you have any bad habits?

Is there anyone who doesn't?

Can you speak French?

We have mandatory French classes in schools (it's one of our three official languages), but I forgot everything lol. I would be lost without my husband, he's fluent in French.

Which one of your friends has great music taste?

All of them and none of them at the same time.

What can you smell right now?

Raspberry cookies.

What was the last movie you watched?

I don't watch movies, I always fall asleep on them.

What was the last CD you bought?

À NÉANT by LE MONDE PAR LE FEU.

Was it a digital copy or old school?

Digital because they didn't release physical CDs.

What will you do after this?

Probably either another survey or I'll go to bed.

[j0shy]

Sat, 5 march 2022

today started off as an incredibly shit day.

i started the day off with a binge. i don't know why: i ate a normal amount of dinner last night, and it was all fine. i had even lost a tiny bit of weight when i checked this morning.

and then i ruined it.

i wasn't hungry. i think if anything i was feeling lonely. so i ate and ate and ate. and then i hated myself for it so much. i felt extremely guilty, and i felt bad because i didn't want to feel that way.

so then i stayed in bed until 3 pm. i only got up to make mum coffee and breakfast, but otherwise i just didn't want to move. which is counter-intuitive. but yeah.

after that mum and i baked pancakes together, which i also ate. and we cooked soup... mostly she did.

i went for a walk after eating which burned 227.4 calories.

after that mum and i watched a movie, and i went to bed early to finish reading my book.

i think all-in-all, once i got over my morning guilt, it was actually a good day food-wise. i ate like a normal person, especially for dinner. the walk wasn't even specifically because i felt guilty. the weather was just nice and i wanted to get out of the house for a bit.

i still turned on my step-counter, though. i know if i were healthy i'd delete it... but i need it. i'm also fasting until 12:21 pm tomorrow because... well. then it'll have been 20 hours since i've eaten, which means i'll spend several hours in ketosis state and another two in fat burning mode.

so i did good AND bad today. one step at a time (these ones don't burn calories).

i had a bit of a moment tonight where i once again realised i can't have kids. it's hitting me a lot lately. i guess i kind of want them at some point.

but then i spent some time bullying jubilee's brother on discord and i felt okay again. he compared me to tommyinnit and that felt weird for some reason.

only four more days until i'm supposed to fly to the united states. i'm so fucking nervous about it. every time i tey to bring it up jubilee just kind of talks over it with all the reasons to be excited. it doesn't help. i am excited but i'm also terrified. i can be both.

i don't want to admit to them that i'm worried they'll hurt me. i'm worried that i'm putting myself in a terrible situation that i won't be able to leave. i'm also just worried about the flight itself. and i'm going to miss gyzmo.

and when i get back, i'm going to have to tell my boss i'm quitting to move home after the summer. i don't know how he'll take that. he was already worried i wouldn't come back from the US. also i need to make a lot of money first. like a whole lot. preferably money i can live off of for a year in the worst case scenario. and i don't know how i'm supposed to do that.

breakfast: low cal ice cream (100), bread (90), chocolate spread (150), hagelslag (227.5), brie (120), feta (50), chocolate (50) = 787.5

lunch: skipped aside from a piece of pumkin and a piece of raw carrot while making soup (13)

dinner: 3 pancakes (600), low cal jam (?), 2 x maple syrup (400)

add 100 for the jam and ig for anything i might have missed

total: 1900.5

[mermaidsonships]

Can you write a harry imagine/blurb where he gets really sick when you guys are visiting your family and he wakes you up in the middle of the night really upset because his stomach really isn't feeling well and he doesn't know what to do and he's really anxious because he doesn't want to ruin anything? Thanks!!!

This sounds super cute, so for sure! I’m currently working on a longer imagine that wasn’t requested, but I wanted to post something to hold ya’ll over for a little while. Send me requests!

The clock was blinking bright red at Harry, informing him that it was currently 2am and for the life of him, he could not sleep. You and Harry had arrived at your mom and dads home earlier in the day and had spent the evening amongst your family, food and drinks, but now Harry’s stomach felt like it was literally ripping itself in half. He didn’t want to wake you, because he knew you had had a long day of driving, just like he had, and you looked so peaceful he felt bad just thinking about it, but after another 30 minutes of tossing and turning, he knew he had to wake you up.

“Love,” he whispered in your ear quietly, his hand pushing loose strands of hair out of your face before stroking your cheek softly. You stirred for a moment, and after a few more strokes of Harry’s thumb across your skin your eyes were slowly opening.

“Hmm?” You let out a confused hum, your eyes struggling to focus as you stretched slightly, looking at the sleepy boy next to you.

“M’sorry for waking you up, pet,” he frowned, his lips resting on your forehead as you tried to wake up. Harry rarely woke you up, so you knew it had to be something serious if he did.

“S’okay, what’s wrong baby?” Your voice was laced with sleep and Harry sent you an apologetic smile.

“Dunno,” he frowned, falling back into the bed but grabbing your hand and placing it on his bare stomach, “My stomach hurts really bad. Won’t go away, and I think I have a fever,” you were quick to sit up, frowning back at him as you placed your hand over his head, your frown deepening as you were also now pretty sure he had a fever.

“I think you’re getting sick, I’ll go make you some tea to calm your stomach? And then we need to put a cold washcloth over your head, see if we can get that fever down,” sleeping had quickly been forgotten as you jumped into action, and Harry couldn’t help but stare at you fondly; you were always so quick to try and help him feel better, whether he was sick or stressed, and it was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with you. 

“You don’ have to do tha’,” he knew you would anyway, but that didn’t stop him from feeling bad. He was also anxious about how this would affect the plans you and your family had for tomorrow, and he couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Nonsense,” in seconds you were flying out of the bedroom, and he could hear the soft patter of your feet against the hardwood floor until you were too far away from him to hear.

20 minutes later you were walking back into your childhood bedroom, a cold washcloth in one hand and a cup of warm tea in the other as you crawled onto the bed, helping Harry sit back up as you handed him the tea and placed the washcloth on his forehead.

“S’got ginger in it,” you were referring to the tea, letting Harry rest on your chest as you both sat up, your fingers running through his hair as he drank his tea and you made sure the washcloth stayed on his forehead, “Supposed to help calm upset stomachs.”

“Thank you, I really do love you,” you could hear the soft smile in his voice as he spoke, your lips pressing a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder, “M’sorry for getting sick, I hope I don’t ruin the plans we have with your mum and dad tomorrow. Couldn’t go ahead and get sick next week, could I? Had to be this week,” he was frowning once again, and you were quick to shake your head.

“No no no, stop that. You can’t help when you get sick, love. My parents will understand if you’re too sick to go out, and just gives me the chance to dot on you more than usual. My mum will also probably jump to take care of you, she always loved taking care of me when I was sick. Reckon you’ll get some nice home cooked chicken noodle soup,” Harry let out a quiet laugh, because he knew your mum was the kind to go overboard when someone was sick, even if it was just a cough. 

An hour passed and Harry’s tea was long gone, the fever had gone down and so had the stomach ache, though he wasn’t feeling completely better, he was sure he would be able to sleep finally. You were both lying down now, Harry cuddled into your side as you rubbed his head softly, your other hand running up and down his shoulder slowly

“Have I told ya’ m’gonna marry ya one day?” Now his voice was the one laced with sleep, his arms tightening around you as he spoke, his lips placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your chest.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” the way your heart jumped at the words confirmed that no matter how many times he said it, you probably weren’t going to believe it even when you were walking down the aisle.

“Well I’m gonna mention it a million more times. I’m so in love with you,” he was drifting to sleep, you could tell by the slight slur in his words, but your heart still melted at the sentiment because you knew he meant.

“I love you, so much.” Soon he was falling asleep in your arms, and you weren’t too far from him

And you had been right, the next morning the second your mum found out Harry was sick she was forcing him onto the couch with a mountain of blankets, hot tea, endless rom-coms, and she began to work on that chicken noodle soup.