#sauce spoils it heavily

[jrueships]

Do you think Sauce would have a Rayquaza, yes or no?

i think sauce would have a rayquaza that showed up in his early life as a child like fairy oddparents showing up to miserable children. & he did all the research he could on how to treat it right and feed it and love it and care for it and clean it, and they became inseparable friends. He calls it Ray Ray his worm friend and it calls him [ DISTORTED INCOMPREHENSIBLE DIGITAL SCREAM ]. they have their own signature dap using Ray Ray's tiny trex arms and everything. people keep trying to steal ray ray because he's a legendary, but ray ray always wins because common thieves don't have legendaries. and then sauce ran into Aaron Rodgers with his cryptic Deoxys (u guys don't know how much that name hurts my brain to try and type) (i may Have Something) and love of discovering more about pokemon through battle , and Ray Ray didn't win this time

[lionlena]

A kitchen disaster (PedroPascalxreader) oneshot

Reader is Pedro Pascal's girlfriend.

Pure fluff.

*

It was no secret that Pedro couldn't cook. Really. He has even spoken openly about it in interviews.

Many times.

And yet you decided to change it. You just wanted give a try. To say your boyfriend resisted is like saying nothing. Even your very reasonable argument did not convince him.

"If you ever find yourself on a deserted island, you will die without knowing how to cook anything."

 It was a very serious argument, but Pedro was laughing.

But finally, after many weeks, he agreed to cook something. He knew you were going to have a long and hard week at work as the deadline for your reports was approaching. Pedro saw how stressed you were and wanted to do something about it. He has agreed to make dinner, provided you leave him instructions.

You chose pizzas. You really had the easiest recipe in the world. Only a few ingredients. It was enough to combine the ingredients, knead the dough, add pizza toppings and bake.

You were really excited. You kissed him on the mouth before go to work and said happily:

 "Everything is ready. I should be home at 6pm, so start getting everything ready an hour early."

 Pedro didn't seem as enthusiastic as you.

 "Fine," he murmured.

 "I believe in you" you said cheerfully and patted his chest.

 And although your day at work was hard, you came back to Pedro's house with big smile. Your enthusiasm quickly died as soon as you crossed the threshold.

 As soon as you walked in, you could smell burnt food.

 "Pedro, I'm back!"

 Pedro jumped out to you and... He looked terrible. His shirt was wet and stained with flour and possibly tomato sauce, which was also on his jeans. Flour was also in his hair.

You lost your breath.

 "Hey baby," he said happily.

 "What happened? Did you have sparring with pizza?"

 He laughed nervously and shrugged.

 "I told you it was a bad idea."

 You suddenly realized that if he looked like this then... What does the kitchen look like? Even though he tried to stop you, you passed him and...

Pedro lied in interviews saying he was bad at cooking. He was TRAGIC about it. The kitchen looked like a tornado went through it.

 "It's a disaster!"

 "Well, you wanted it. I warned you."

 You sighed heavily, placed your hands on your hips and hung your head. You saw Pedro coming out of the kitchen.

 "And you where?"

 "I'm evacuating."

 "You're not going to leave me alone with this mess, are you?"

 You haven't received an answer. Okay, you deserved it. You insisted. You sighed heavily and looked around the kitchen again. You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine before you start cleaning. At least that's what Pedro couldn't spoil. You grabbed a paper towels  to start cleaning the kitchen counter as your boyfriend came back into the kitchen. He cuddled up to your back and giggled.

 "Did you really think I was going to make you clean this mess?"

 He kissed your ear and you turned in his arms.

 "That would be fair. My idea, my mess."

 He shook his head.

 "I just went to order food. It'll be in fifteen minutes. I know you're tired. Go to the living room. Sit down on the couch and rest."

 You wiped flour from his cheek and kissed him.

 "God, I really love you."

 He hugged you even tighter.

 "I love you too, sweetie, but..." He narrowed his eyes and added, "Forget that I'll cook again."

 You laughed and nodded your head.

 "Ok. From now on, only I cook."

*

[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 12- Jewel

Warnings: established relationship, sugar daddy hotch, mentions of sex, feelings of guilt (aka I addressed my main issue with sugar daddy fics thx)

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 923

A/N: you can find a visual for the watch here, if you want it. If I do say so myself, it is an incredibly sexy watch and it makes me want to write a pt 2 to my watch blurb

Having a sugar daddy is completely new to you. It’s new to Aaron too, but after meeting on a sugar daddy site the two of you had agreed to give it a try together.

All these handbooks and websites and Tiktoks about how to get money from an older, well-off man, and not one of them had warned you about the guilt. He wants to give you his money, wants to buy you things, but there’s still a twinge in your stomach every time Aaron pays for dinner or gifts you a new dress.

“Do you just feel like you’re buying me?” You ask bluntly one night when the two of you are lying in bed. You’ve just had sex- very good sex, for the record; Aaron totally knows what he’s doing for someone who hasn’t fucked since he was married- spurred on by the lingerie you’d bought with his money today. You’re spent, breathing heavily and trying to come back down to earth, and you’ve totally ruined the mood.

You can feel Aaron’s frown before you can see it, and he pulls his face out of the crook of his neck where he’s been laving you with kisses. “What? Princess, what are you talking about?”

The crease between his eyebrows begs you to smooth it, so you do just that with your thumb before letting your hand rest on his cheek. “I don’t know,” you say, but that’s not true so you try again. “Do you think I’m just here for money? Like you’re just buying my company, or sex?”

Understanding dawns in Aaron’s eyes. “Am I?” He brushes a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“No.” The question feels more like an accusation, and your answer is as quick as it is firm. “I like spending time with you. I like you.”

“Then we’re okay,” he promises, “because I don’t think you’re just here for my money. And even if you are…” he averts his gaze, and you run your fingers through your hair twice in the time it takes him to figure out his thoughts before speaking. “The money is just what brought you to me. I’d do anything for you to stay, and if that’s using money, then so be it.”

The money is just what brought you to me.

It’s a sentence that bounces around your mind and lets you spend several days ruminating on it. You didn’t quite know what to say to that in the moment- you still don’t, to be honest- but it’s a perfect way to summarize how you feel, too.

At some point, it clicks for you; the way to show Aaron that you aren’t with him for his money is to spend money on him, isn’t it? 

That’s how you wind up at a local jeweller, looking through different necklaces and rings and a few anklets geared towards men. You end up settling on a watch, a Submariner Date Rolex with a sapphire faceband and diamond hour markers. 

It’s nothing you could ever afford on your own, but Aaron spoils you so much; it’s going to feel so good to repay the favour. The saleswoman talks about the watch, gives you stats about it you can’t hope to understand- 18k gold? Swiss made? Rolex calibre of 3135? You hardly understand a thing she’s saying, but you understand ‘31 jewels’ well enough, so you swipe your credit card and try to act like you know what you’re doing.

Aaron comes over that night around the same time he normally does. Instead of getting dressed up and going out, the two of you have decided to spend the night in, cook dinner together, and watch a movie.

Sometime between your second glass of white wine and watching Aaron sing along to classic rock into a whisk while he makes spaghetti sauce, your heart starts to ache. Even if his question the other night was rhetorical, how could he ever believe that you would give up this if he didn’t have money?

Your plan to wait until after dinner is thrown out the window. Instead, you replace the whisk in his hand with a Rolex box and place a kiss to his cheek. It’s almost comical, the way Aaron’s eyes widen when he reads the box. “Princess, you really didn’t need to,” he protests. “You should save your money, you don’t need to waste it on me.”

“The money,” you remind him, bringing up his other hand to help him open the box, “Is just what brought you to me. Take a look.”

Aaron’s face flushes as he takes in the watch, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he presumably tries to figure out what to say. “I love you,” is what he settles on, and he says it in a voice that’s as thick with emotion as it is hoarse.

“I love you more.” You laugh aloud when he pulls you into his arms, discarding the box on the counter as he kisses you deeply.

“That’s an expensive watch,” he says when you finally break apart, and you beam at him.

“It’s worth it. I don’t regret it.”

“I know you don’t.” He chucks your chin gently, smiling broadly as he shakes his head. “But I’m going to be paying your rent for months now.”

“I’d take you, money or not,” you tell him, and you mean it. Your face splits into an even wider grin, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “This is just a really great side bonus.”

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[artsy0wl]

Why Obstagoon? A RaihanxPiers oneshot

I’m experimentimg with a blog series I have planned and RaihanxPiers (not to worry, I still like RaihanxLeon). Raihan just has to know, why is Obstagoon Piers’ ace.

Vibrating purrs blissfully escaped Obstagoon as Piers scratched behind his ears. After a long day dealing with an Impadimp infestation in Ballonlea and Team Yell’s overstimulating enthusiasm, the poor Dark Type deserved some spoiling.

Raihan had followed them home hoping to either challenge Piers to another battle or to hang out. Or both depending on how Piers was feeling.

Watching Obstagoon rest his head on Piers’ shoulder as he started petting him, curiosity crept in. It was pretty cute how Obstagoon seemed so affectionate with Piers. These Pokémon were feisty and scrappy. Certainly not this social in the wild in Raihan's experience. Yet, Piers’ Obstagoon seemed to love the attention and affection Piers gave him. Like a large bipedal Sylveon.

Piers certainly had a way with Dark Types. They loved him and Raihan was fairly certain that Piers was a Dark Type whisperer. Catching and trusting the Morpeko he caught for Marnie was proof of that. Yet, of all the Dark Types in Galar, Raihan was curious about one specifically for a very specific reason.

“Why Obstagoon?”

Piers’ head tilted. “Hm?”

Raihan got up and approached Piers. “Of all the Dark types in Galar, why is Obstagoon your ace? I always kind of saw you as a Grimmsnarl guy for an added punch against Fighting Types. Maybe even Scrafty.” He shrugged. “Heck, I feel like Toxtricity would be given your a musician and all. But Obstagoon?” Patting Obstagoon’s fur, he watched for possible defensive reactions. “He’s not delicate, but I’m sure it’s not easy battling against Bea or a well trained Lucario.”

Obstagoon snarled, snorting annoyingly. Piers chuckled, patting the Pokémon’s head. Nudging his head Piers silently motioned for Obstagoon to go inside.

“If we’re going off aesthetics, I think Obstagoon fits that perfectly.” Piers stated, opening the door. “And while I appreciate the concern, if you’re worried about his severe Fighting allergy,” he invited Raihan in once Obstagoon got inside and settled in, “we have work arounds for it. Besides, Obstagoon has been with me since I was eight. Ain’t no way I’m leaving him behind.”

“Oh?” Raihan followed Piers to the kitchen as Piers started to prepare dinner. “I assume he was your starter then.”

“More or less… Marnie! You home?!”

A door opened somewhere in the house. “Yeah!” Marnie shouted back.

“Burgers or curry?!”

“Curry! The spicy vegetarian one!”

“Alright!”

He chuckled as Marnie closed her door. He began bringing out ingredients, pots, and utensils while Raihan putz around the kitchen. As the water started warming up, Piers began chopping different a couple different vegetables and measuring out the spices.

“He’s actually the son of my family's Hoenn Linoone, Lonnie. He was a pretty mellow Linoone, and he didn't mind when five to six year old me tried to ride him like a Ponyta.” He chuckled at the memory.

“So you live in Hoenn?”

Piers nodded. “Born and raised until my father got a job in Hammerlocke when I was about eight and we had to move.”

“No kidding.” He glanced over at Obstagoon who was cozily resting on a heavily cushioned bed. “I’m guessing mom was a Galarian Linoone or and Obstagoon? Unless he hatched here and that caused a wonky region swicheroo.”

Piers nodded as he put the noodles in the now boiling water and the veggies in another pot. “We left him at the Daycare in Lilycove while we were on vacation to Alola.” He recalled, starting on the sauce. “During that time ended up getting pretty friendly with a Galarian Linoone named Luna. Didn’t expect it since he typically kept to himself and only really liked the Day Care workers.”

Raihan chuckled. “I’m guessing the owner of the Galarian Linoone wasn’t happy about Luna having an egg.”

“You’d think that but funnily enough, he wasn’t.” Piers set a timer for the pasta and veggies while he had the sauce warming up. He turned around leaning against the counter. “Sydney actually took it with humorous stride. Apparently, Luna was a rescue and he dropped Luna off hoping she could socialize with some other Pokémon while he was working on something for work.” Piers chuckled again. “He got that and then some.”

A spark shot across Raihan’s face as he stood up. “Wait… Sydney? As in Hoenn Elite Four Sydney?”

Piers nodded, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah.”

“That’s so cool.” Closing the gap between them, Raihan’s hands landed on both sides of Piers, holding the edges of the table. “Tell me more.”

Rolling his eyes, Piers groaned. “There isn’t much else to tell, but…”

As his parents continued to profusely apologize to Sydney, Piers wandered off. He knew not to go far, but Lonnie was already handling that as he trotted alongside him. Looking around, Piers was curious about Luna.

She looked so different from Lonnie, yet they were the same Pokémon. Lonnie’s fur was shades of tan while Luna was black and white. Her eyes were red while Lonnie’s were icy blue. And where Lonnie seemed aloft with an indifferent resting face, Luna looked so mischievous with a toothy grin.

Piers started walking towards Luna with Lonnie right beside him. She didn't seem mean despite her impish grin. And if Sydney saved her, she must have been nice.

Luna, who had been resting up until that point, blinked. Fur stood up cautiously as Piers got closer. She might not have seen him as a threat, but she also wasn’t sure if she could trust him yet. She let out a hiss when Piers took a step she didn’t like. This seemed to catch the attention of Sydney, but he didn’t react just yet.

Piers flinched, readjusting his position. Once he was close enough for comfort, he sat in front of Luna. Luna winced, sitting up. Bowing his head, Piers set his hands on the ground, inching one closer to her.

“Hi. I’m Piers.” He greeted. “You’re very pretty. It’s so cool that your fur matches my hair.”

Luna scanned the boy, curiously. Still on edge, she leaned forward a little to sniff him. Piers smiled as Luna sat back down. Her head tilted slightly as his smiled at her.

“I’m sorry if Lonnie was being rude.” Piers playfully tapped his head. “He’s friendly, but can be too friendly sometimes.”

Lonnie rolled his eyes as he stretched across Piers and lied down. Knocking his hand, Lonnie requested attention. Piers caved, petting Lonnie as he watched Luna.

“Can we be friends?” Piers asked.

Luna tilted her head again, considering his inquiry. Standing on all fours, she leaned in closer to Piers, startling him. She paused for a moment before sniffing him again. This time, taking in the aura from Lonnie as she did.

Her clawed paws hopped, sitting on Lonnie as she got a closer look at the boy. Piers’ heart was pounding as he watched Luna motionlessly. One wrong move and he could be toast.

A gasp escaped Piers, which alarmed his parents. However, Sydney stopped them as giggling ensued. Luna’s tail was wagging as Piers hugged her. She was licking him. Lonnie had moved, not wanting to get caught up in the fray. A shadow covered them, causing Luna to back off and curl up next to Piers.

“That was amazing.” Sydney praised, crouching down. “Luna hasn’t really liked anyone since I got her. Not even me most days.”

“She’s very nice.” Piers complemented.

Sydney nodded. “That she is.” He glanced at Luna, who was now contently purring. “You know what?” He went over to the day care couple, coming back with an egg. “I think you should have this?”

“That won’t be necessary, Sydney, sir.” Piers’ father chimed in. “He’s only eight. Too young to be a trainer.”

“If Luna is willing to trust him, I think he can start preparing.” He glanced at Piers. “Besides, you’re going to need Piers to help Luna get adjusted to living with you.” He pat Piers’ head. “And kid, I think you have a great future ahead of you.”

“My parents weren’t thrilled at first, but Luna proved to be a valuable member of the family.” Piers ran a hand through his hair. “She also seemed to be more at peace when we moved to Galar. Especially in her senior years. She probably felt at home.”

Hearing the timer go off, Piers twirled out from Raihan’s trap. As Piers turned off the oven and moved pots around, Raihan grabbed plates. Arms wrapped around Piers as he finished setting up the table.

“That was such a cute story.” Raihan complemented. “You know what I liked most about your story?”

“Hm?”

“When the big bad Flygon steals a kiss.”

“There was no…”

A quick kiss planted itself on Piers’ forehead. A second moved to his cheek. The last on porcelain lips.

“Raihan!” Piers gasped, playfully elbowing Raihan. “You don’t need to be so needy.”

“Hey, you let Obstagoon be affectionate. It’s my turn now.”

Raihan kissed Piers again as Marnie entered the dining room. This time hugging Piers. Marnie just glared at Raihan as her brother turned a shade if rose red.

“Sorry Marnie.” Raihan apologized with a smirk. “Your brother’s such a cute little Linoone that I couldn’t resist.”

She rolled her eyes, though she wouldn’t admit she was actually rather amused. Obstagoon, meanwhile, nudged Raihan with a growl, even less amused by the display. Piers patted Obstagoon’s back as he silently noted that everything was okay, his face still visibly red. And though Obstagoon would yield, Raihan couldn’t help but feel sinister daggers burning into him throughout dinner.

[sungjinnn]

𝐎𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍 — one shot !

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄. MY PRINCESS

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. in which we take a look into the lifestyle of two helpless romantic lovers.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. major fluff, kissing, , mentions of reader’s ex-girlfriend, tad angst and mentions of abuse and infidelity in the beginning, but mainly just a wholesome relationship!!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. short + rushed — this was a request, but I put some of my touch in this because I had no plot what so ever!! 😮‍💨

Your girlfriend, Oh Haewon was your light in your life. a beautiful young woman that made you laugh, smile, and she knows how to get your heart beating at one million miles per hour? That sounds like a win for you to say the least. You always liked to spoil haewon, because she considered your feelings, is funny, sweet and polite, and just a wonderful person in general. Unlike your ex-girlfriend, who was emotionally abused you, was heavily toxic, and cheated on you with multiple guys. Haewon basically saved you from a toxic cycle you though would never end.

“(Nickname), can we stop at this new fast food place? I heard from lily that it was good.” Haewon said as she continued to text lily on her phone.

“Sure baby, I’ll put it in the gps.” You said putting in the address for the fast food restaurant, you noticed it was about a forty-minutes drive away from your city so, why not take the small trip? You place your hand on her thigh, rubbing it slightly.

Haewon played with her hand while it was on her lap, kissing it then placing it back down. “(Nickname)? we stop at the bakery please?? I want some cookies.” Haewon happily says as she saw a bakery, “Bae says they have amazing cookies don’t you want some??” You smile at the sight of the big smile plastered on her face, “Okay Baby.” You said pulling in the driveway of the bakery.

After y’all got your order of cookies, you started back onto the route for the new restaurant that was now ten minutes away. Once y’all arrived the drive through line for the food was a bit long, so you guys went inside and order some food. You got a classic burger and fries, meanwhile, Haewon order some chicken nuggets and fries.

“Wait Baby, you have sauce on your lips..” You said, “Huh where??” Haewon asked looking at you for directions for where the sauce was sauce and how to get it off her mouth, she whipped it with a napkin, but you shook your head. “Did I get it??” She asked again looking at you for approval, “Here Let me get it.” You said but as went in you kissed her. “There I got it now.” That night you left Haewon in a blushing mess.

[skullman2033]

A while back i had an idea about a DC version of the superior foes of spiderman about a bunch of Z-list gotham rogues teaming up to be more of a threat and becoming a found family of misfits, and i finally pushed myself to make summaries of the cast. Thanks @roolsilver for encouraging and helping with the idea

They’re called Z-List and they’re comprised of

Mary Louise Dahl. AKA Baby Doll. Former Child Actress diagnosed with Systemic Hypoplasia, making her have the appearance of an 8-10 year old even though she’s in her early thirties. Has suffered Two psychotic breaks involving her fallen stardom and treatment due to her condition but is now a sane if somewhat temperamental individual . Possesses keen planning skills and owns an apartment complex that she rents out as safehouses for criminals. Also dabbles as a voice actor.

Mitchell Mayo AKA (rather Begrudgingly) Condiment King. Contract killer that specializes in killing people via poisoned foods after salvaging a botched hit by drowning a target in hot sauce. Considers himself cursed with what criminal underworld calls “The Gothams”. Described as “When the stars align so terribly perfect that your entire life seems to point to you being a supervillain” often seen wearing a pickle Green Beanie and black Lennon shades. Also a professional food critic

Leonard “Lenny” Fiasco AKA Eraser. A perfectionist with obsessive compulsive disorder, Lenny grew up heavily bullied by his peers for constantly deliberating over small mistakes in his work to the point that he carried several erasers everywhere he went. Eventually Lenny would fall into crime and become a cleaner. Offering to remove evidence from criminal escapades for 20% of the take using a specialized helmet and pair of gloves inspired by his beloved erasers. He dresses like a goddamn number 2 pencil.

Drury Walker. AKA Cameron Van Cleer. AAKA Killer Moth. Devoted and loving single father to teenager/Spoiled Brat/social media “Villaingilante” Katherine “Kitten” Walker, Alias Pink X. Former long suffering Firefly henchman, and all around blundering criminal oaf. Still has a knack for invention (he invented most of his own gear. Including functioning wings. ) and an unintentional encounter with the occult giving him a “Were-moth” form whenever he’s under extreme stress.

And finally Delbert Billings Kieth Sherwood. AKA Spellbinder. Spellbinder WOULD find immense Success as one of the many villains to Employ mind control. If it werent for a few things. thing. He still has his morals, is emotionally open, and REALLY doesnt want the stigma that comes with the common things you associate with Mind control villains. Still, provided he isnt handicapped by his fear of being seen as a super-Creep he can be quite effective. Armed with custom made projectors in his gloves, mask, and a collection of orange and black spiral eye themed drones. This former school counselor (again, we must restate, he is NOT A CREEP.) is a formidable member of the team, though he often delegates himself to being the moral and emotional core of the group. He also hates teen titans villain Mad Mod. Like, he really. Really. Really hates Mad Mod. So much.

Other characters Include Kite-Man(hell yeah.) AKA Charles Brown. Who used to be a part of the friend group. But Semi-Ditched them when a Clerical Error put him into the Suicide Squad.

Harley Quinn, (because of course.) Big time Villain turned Vigilante (of which almost no one blames her. Nor holds any ill will.) who, while not part of the team is still friendly to them, because Harley is everyones friend TBH.

And really, any other Dc characters i think would be cool for this.

[abyssal-ali]

look at those flowers that look like you

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

WC: ~2.6k

A/N: Hanahaki AU of my Reputation AU.

Includes prompts for days 8-13 (May 10, 12, and substitute quote 1 are the quotes used, and May 8, 9, 11, & 13 are the flowers used).

Title from snow flower by V of BTS (ft. Peakboy)

I've read a couple hanahaki fics but not many, and this is my first time writing one, so I hope it's okay.

Spoilers for Reputation 'Verse: It's not stated (and I haven't gotten that far in Reputation 'Verse), but Tikki is a Symbiote with Mari, and Plagg is a cat (he's sentient. I'm not saying why bc spoilers, but he can talk and judge Mari's dismal relationship status.)

Todd is Mari's nickname for Jason and he calls her Snow.

Mari is very heavily emotionally repressed from dealing with Hawkmoth (shocker, Jason is the emotionally literate one), so she acts a bit differently here.

They're in Paris, Jason is having a kind of gap year from the Bats and Mari moonlights as Noire Chance (I daren't say more lest I spoil RV.)

If you see plot holes...no you don't♡

Enjoy!

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Noire Chance whipped through the cool air, laughter bursting from her lips as she narrowly evaded her pursuer. By using her smaller size and flexibility to her advantage, she sprung off the wall corner and doubled back, using the precious few seconds she had gained to increase the gap between her and Red Hood.

However, Hood had more mass and force behind him, causing him to catch up to her quickly, snagging a gloved hand around her waist and jerking her back to his chest as he swung them up to a taller rooftop.

“Got you, Snow.”

She pouted but didn’t pass up the chance to be trapped by his sturdy body, keeping the resistance to a minimum.

“And I believe that makes it 4:3 escapes this week, in my favour. I would like to collect my winnings in the form of a homemade meal and baking,” said Hood proudly.

She rolled her eyes but acquiesced with minimal grumbling.

They headed off in separate directions for their respective residences, patrolling over for the night.

~~~~~

Marinette had a long hot shower to unwind and relax, planning on taking the weekend off for once. The heat and steam eventually made breathing difficult, so she got out and dried off. Hopefully, she wasn’t coming down with something.

She dressed in her favourite fuzzy onesie and curled into bed with the novel Hood had recommended to her. She was halfway through and it was starting to get good.

The band around her chest eased a little bit as she relaxed and was still. She should probably get checked for asthma or sickness, but she was usually fine. It was probably just another side effect of the trauma that she preferred to ignore.

Dismissing the thought from her mind, Marinette snuggled deeper into the pillows and focused on the book.

~~~~~

“Smells good.”

Marinette whipped around, brandishing a knife threateningly at the intruder. “When will you learn to knock?!”

“When you get a better security system,” shrugged Jason. “This one is so easy to get by, I could do it in my sleep. When it actually requires effort, then I’ll consider it. I gotta keep you on your toes, though.”

“You really don’t.” Marinette gave him the cold shoulder, turning back to stirring the sauce on the stove. “I have a perfectly fine system for enemies, and I can take care of myself just fine.”

“I know you can.” There was a tell-tale crunch as Jason pilfered a handful of grapes from the rack where she was draining them and ate one. “Doesn’t hurt to be extra cautious.”

He had a point, but she wasn’t going to give in yet. They had a variation of this conversation every time he broke in came over.

Plagg wound around Jason’s feet, begging for pets, or more likely, cheese. Jason scooped the cat up and ran his fingers through Plagg’s silky fur.

“Hey, Plagg, Snow thinks you’re a good defence system. But you’re not, are you? Look at you, purring in my arms.”

“That’s because he’s smart enough to know who’s a friend and who’s foe,” Mari defended Plagg.

As they ate, Marinette noticed the familiar tightening around her chest. It felt like she swallowed too large a bite at once and got stuck in her esophagus.

Sipping her wine didn’t help dislodge the lump, and Mari realized that the lump wasn’t physically blocking her airway, though it felt like it.

She continued eating, taking smaller bites than normal just in case.

Jason stared at her. “Why are you eating so slowly? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She glared back at him. “Maybe it just seems slow because you inhaled your portion in five minutes.”

“I did not inhale it! I appreciated the effort that went into making such a delicious meal and savoured it appropriately–by eating it while it was still fresh and hot.”

The band tightened, and Mari was unable to hide the grimace she made that time.

“Okay, something is wrong. What’s up, Marinette.” All teasing had left Jason’s voice and he stared at her, trying to pick out why she was acting so oddly.

“I just feel a bit short of breath. It happens sometimes. I’m fine,” she hiccupped.

“Snow, being short of breath is not a good thing.”

“Could you stop being so overbearing?!” Marinette snapped. Surprise covered Jason’s face. She’d never yelled at him seriously before, but it didn’t sound like their joking debates now.

“Sorry.”

She looked almost as surprised as him that she’d yelled at him. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m just not feeling great, okay? Do you mind cutting tonight short?”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want to go to bed?”

“I’ll just go lie down. Good night, Todd.”

“I hope you feel better soon, Mari. Have a good sleep.”

She nodded and headed to her room.Jason puttered about for a few minutes, clearing the table and washing the remaining dishes, hoping Mari would emerge and tell him what was up. She never got sick, thanks to Tikki. Something was definitely off.

He knocked lightly on her door. The lights were off and he hoped she was asleep, but he didn’t want to leave without one last check.

If he didn’t, who would?

The door swung open and he saw Mari bundled in her blankets. The grey light from the rainy evening provided just enough light for him to see her shaking as if she was cold, or maybe having a nightmare.

He stepped in quietly and promptly stopped when he heard Mari whispering fiercely to herself.

“I am not going to cry. This is not worth crying about. I am not going to cry. I will not cry– dang it!”

Her hand moved, he assumed to wipe the tears away, and he approached her bed slowly.

“Snow, you know I’m always here for you, right?”

She rolled over as quickly as she could, being bundled up so much. “Jason! Why are you still here?!”

“I wanted to be sure you were actually okay before I left.”

She lifted her chin defiantly, the moonlight highlighting a tear trail silver on her cheek.

“Peachy. Thanks for your care, but I’m fine by myself. Don’t you have patrol, anyways?”

“You’re more important, Snow. Do you want to tell me why you’re crying?”

Another tear spilled over.

“No.”

Jason sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t care if you don’t want my help; I’m giving it to you anyways. I know how lonely it feels to cry alone.”

He held her all night as tears continually rolled down her face silently, dampening her blanket and his shirt, but he didn’t care.

Finally, she fell asleep and he tucked her into the dry half of her bed. His lips brushed her hair before he straightened and left the room.

~~~~~

Marinette stretched and slowly opened her eyes to a sunshiny room. It was nice to wake up peacefully, not from a nightmare. Little specks of dust danced in the warm beams, Plagg was purring on her feet, and–

She bounced a little in shock. Jason was facing her, soundly asleep, his arm slung over her waist, though he was on top of the duvet and she was under it.

Why was Jason sleeping on her bed? He’d never done that before.

How mortifying. Why had she cried on him all night? How uncharacteristic of her.

She should’ve just yelled at him and kicked him out, though both were even more uncharacteristic.

She didn’t even know why she was crying, which was the most frustrating. It’s easy enough to cry and excuse it when you have a reason, but crying for no reason is stupid, she told herself.

At least Jason didn’t say anything about it? If he treated her like she was irrational or weak after this, she was going to send him to the moon without a suit.

She rolled her eyes and reached down to pet Plagg.

Jason opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“Hey, Mari. Sleep well?”

His voice was deeper than usual and a bit rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Mentally slapping herself, she forced a smile and her everyday everything-is-fine voice. “Just fine. How about you? Thanks for staying, by the way.”

“I got a good sleep. Sure wasn’t from knowing this place was secure, so I wonder how that happened,” he teased.

Marinette pushed him off the bed.

“Ouch! Snow! Just for that, I’m not going to make you breakfast like I was planning.”

“Wait, no, I’m sorry!”

~~~~~

Once Jason left after breakfast Marinette headed off to shower and contemplate the meaning of life.

“Tikki, do you have any idea why this is happening?”

“I’m sorry, Marinette, but I do not at the moment.”

Partway through washing her hair, the steam got to her and she started coughing. She stumbled out of the tub to lean over the toilet, feeling something moving the wrong way up her esophagus.

She spat a small orange bud out and stared at it in confusion. A couple coughs later, four more orange-yellow blossoms joined the first.

“Tikki,” she whispered in dawning horror. “I’m coughing up flowers.”

~~~~~

Googling her symptoms was a brilliant idea, and she discovered that she had anywhere from two hours to five years left and she was likely suffering from hanahaki disease, which wasn’t well-recorded and had limited information on, both for causes and treatments/cures.*

The flowers she was coughing up were apparently butterfly weed, a cousin to milkweed, which was toxic to almost all animals except monarch butterflies. Butterfly weed, shockingly enough, attracted butterflies.

She shivered. Butterflies.

That made sense, she’d always made sure butterflies avoided her. Of course she was suffering from a disease for unknown reasons and said disease made her attract one of the things she hated the most in the world.

Possible reasons for contracting hanahaki disease included unrequited romantic feelings, unconfessed romantic feelings, or unknown romantic feelings.

Ugh, why was it always romantic feelings? One of the most conflicting emotions she never wanted to experience and wanted desperately at the same time.

She wanted to be loved completely and all-consumingly by someone who would burn the world for her, who would make her their number one priority.

She had seen the consequences of obsessive love in Hawkmoth. Look what he had done to her in the name of love. Love was dangerous. It hurt the innocent.

It was heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

~~~~~

Marinette sat down straight on her couch, journal cracked open to a fresh page and pen in hand. What I could have hanahaki about: was scrawled across the top line.

Ten minutes later she tossed them onto the floor in frustration.

“How am I supposed to know what I’m feeling?! They’re all jumbled together and I don’t particularly feel inclined to untangle them!”

Another hacking cough started and a small cluster of butterfly weed stained red came up. With a tired sigh, she wiped her mouth and picked up the journal and pen.

~~~~~

“‘Feeling better?’ No, I’m coughing up literal bloody flowers because I’m too emotionally repressed to know why!” she hissed at her phone in response to Jason’s text.

“Have a diagnosis. I’ll be fine in a couple days,” she replied.

Jason showed up at her door the next night.

She opened it and was promptly greeted with a bouquet of flowers. “You knocked,” she said, stunned by the bouquet.

Jason shrugged. “Didn’t want to drop the vase.”

“Thank you…but what is this for?”

He shrugged again. “Just because. You know that book I was reading about flowers? It just made me think of you and so I got them. I bet Tikki will love them.”

“Probably. Thanks, Todd.” She placed the vase on the coffee table, identifying the blossoms as yellow and white lilies, pink and red roses, and smaller filler buds with pink lilies-of-the-valley and baby’s breath. She remembered what most of them meant from one of Jason’s rants–

The now-familiar urge to cough up a branch of flowers overtook her and she headed swiftly to the bathroom to do so in peace.

“You okay, Mari? Seriously? ‘Cause that sounds…bad,” called Jason.

“Yep, just some stuff. It sounds worse than it is,” she called back.

She swung the door open and raised a brow at him standing right outside.

“I’m fine; drop it.”

He eyed her but gave in and bowed after her, following her to the couch, where she’d been watching a Chinese drama.

Halfway through an episode, he shifted to see her better. “Do you have hanahaki?”

Her head whipped around to look at him. “What?”

“Do you have hanahaki?” he repeated. “You’re coughing up bloody something, which looks like flowers, you’re being more standoffish than usual, and you’re emotionally traumatized, which would make sense why you caught it.”

“Ugh, can I have no secrets from you?!” she threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine, I have hanahaki! I’m working on processing my emotions or whatever so I can know why I have it, okay? I’m taking care of it.”

“You know a faster way to resolve it?”

“What?”

With that tone of voice, he was either teasing or going to say something she wasn’t going to like.

“Acknowledging your feelings and confessing them.”

Oh, it was both. Yay.

“Right, well, I don’t know what I’m feeling, never mind for who.” She leaned menacingly into his personal space.

He kissed the tip of her nose. She sat back an inch and blinked.

“What was that for?”

He sometimes did it when they hadn’t seen each other in a while, one of their old traditions that he still kept. She returned it only when he was sick, injured, or feeling sad.

“Just because. And now you’re not in my face and I won’t go cross-eyed anymore,” he grinned. “Look, you hang out with how many people you could have feelings for?”

“...”

“I’m your only friend that you regularly hang out with, Snow.”

“So…I have feelings for you?”

“Do you?” he asked softly. “What comes to mind when you think about me?”

“Safe, fun, affection…”

She paused, then vaulted over the back of the sofa and ran to her room. “Tikki, do I like Jason?!”

“I think you view him as more than a friend.”

“I like Jason?

“I like Jason.

“I love Jason?

“I love Jason. How- That is literally so obvious…I love Jason.”

Marinette shuffled out of her room a few minutes later, facing him sheepishly. “It has come to my attention that I have romantic feelings for you.”

He smiled, the happiest one she’d seen on him in ages. “I have romantic feelings for you, too.”

“I was starting to get the idea,” she laughed, nodding at the vase a couple feet away.

"Finally."

Jason’s hands cupped her face. “Is your nose glowing a side effect of hanahaki or something?”

“Not as far as I know…” She pulled her phone out and stared at the screen. Her nose was faintly glowing.

“It’s not just the sunlight, right?”

Jason shook his head. “Is–I think it’s a soulmate mark.”**

“What?”

Tiny gold freckles dotted her nose and forehead, the largest one being on the tip of her nose, where he usually kissed her.

“We’re soulmates?”

Marinette looked at Jason in shock.

“I have a soulmate?” he muttered.

“I’m so glad it’s you!” Mari launched herself into his arms, squeezing as tightly as she could. “I secretly imagined you as my soulmate when we were younger, you know.”

“I did too!”

They laughed together, overflowing with joy at the revelations of the afternoon.

Link to inspo pic of bouquet Jason gifts Mari:

https://i1.wp.com/the-little-flowershop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/RED-ROSE-PINK-LILY-FLOWER-BOUQUET-THE-LITTLE-FLOWER-SHOP-FLORIST-LONDON-UK-DELIVERY-e1554746538624.jpg?fit=822%2C1056&ssl=1

*Hanahaki Disease isn't very common in this world because it's caused by unacknowledged romantic feelings (unacknowledged by the owner of said feelings). It doesn't show up very often, as most people come to realize they have feelings for another person before the hanahaki sets in (too badly). However, as Marinette is very much in *suppress* and *act fine* mode, she has no idea what she feels about Jason, etc.

Jason, my poor boy, has been trying to drop hints to Marinette that he sees her as more than a friend/vigilante partner for a while now, but Mari is heavily in *denial* and *don't get your hopes up about someone liking you*. The book about flowers Jason was reading was about the symbolism/flower language. Yes, he told Mari all about it and she ignored all the random flowers he'd previously given her.

**Soulmate bonds are rare (1.5% population), and show up as gold marks where the soulmates touch skin-to-skin the most. Mari and Jason aren't super touchy, and are usually mostly covered up, so it's taken a while for their bond to show up.

Maribat Taglist (open): @the-coffee-fandom, @questioning-blob-of-fog, @jennifer-rose123

[pokejstor]

Cuisine of the Hisuian People

Part of the Sinnoh Historical Society Digital Records

Brannon Yousuke

Journal of Sinnohan Anthropology, vol. 4, no. 13.

Contrary to popular belief, the food of modern day Sinnoh bears little resemblance to the food eaten by the residents of Hisui. Much of what is considered Sinnohan cuisine is actually a variation on Johtonian, Kantonian or Hoennian dishes brought by the settlers from the Galaxy Team, and very few Hisuian influences remain in the culinary culture.

While fish is a common component in both Sinnohan and Hisuian food, the Hisuian people would never have eaten something like sushi or sashimi; meat of any kind was always cooked in some way, typically by boiling, curing, or roasting. Basculin meat was favored above all, although Magikarp, Barboach and Remoraid were also commonly caught and consumed. In addition, the people of the Clans would hunt many terrestrial Pokemon as well, with the Starly evolution line, Stantler, the Buneary evolution line, the Swinub evolution line, and even the Teddiursa evolution line featuring commonly on the dinner table. While meat was a heavy component to their diets, they were also known to farm and forage for berries, beans, grains, mushrooms, radishes, and a variety of roots and herbs.

One major way in which Hisuian cuisine differs from Sinnohan cuisine is the choice of seasonings. The modern day Sinnohan is likely to enjoy a miso soup, served alongside something prepared with soy sauce, and likely at least some form of added sugar. The first two of these things do not appear at all in Hisuian cuisine, and while the clans would sometimes sweeten their foods with berries or honey, it was nowhere near as common as it is in modern day Sinnoh.

Thanks to the meticulously kept records of Warden Nobori, of the late Hisuian era, the academic community has many accurate descriptions of common dishes enjoyed by the Hisuian people, and extends its thanks to him in this regard.

The food written about most frequently by Warden Nobori was cured meat, known as either satcep for dried fish or satkam for other forms of dried meat, which seemed to feature especially heavily in the diets of both the Pearl Clan and the Wardens at large. Meat would be cured using the three main ingredients of "salt, smoke and sunshine [1]" in addition to whatever other spices the cook may favor. By preserving the meat in this way, it could last for six months, allowing the clans to survive the harsh winters of Hisui.

Another common winter dish was citatap, a name translating as "that which has been pounded." The remains of fish from preparing other dishes are taken and pounded in a method not dissimilar to Johtonian tataki. This paste is then flavored with some form of green onion or chive, and finally seasoned with salt and dried kelp. This preparation was particularly favored for older, tougher cuts of meat, as the process of pounding it naturally made it much more palatable. This paste could be kept and eaten for several days, especially in the winter when the cold weather would prevent it from spoiling.

Citatap was commonly used as an addition to another common meal, known as ohaw. Rather than following a specific recipe, this soup is simply made by combining whatever ingredients are at hand, although it is generally agreed upon that the use of bone stock is a necessity. Due to its versatility, ohaw had many forms, even being one of the few dishes to utilize the notoriously bitter anna-ambe pukusa, or healthy leek, in a meal known as pukusa ohaw. In the modern day, it is considered a rite of passage among scholars studying Hisui to try pukusa ohaw, following the loose guidelines left in the journals of Warden Nobori, although outside of this practice, very few families in Sinnoh frequently eat traditional Hisuian cuisine.

[1] Klio Mizuki, The Journals of Warden Nobori: A Glimpse into the Mundanities of Hisuian Life.

[hughungrybear]

Me watching Laws of Attraction Ep. 8 (Final EP):

1. Well, well, well up until the end, this series is trying hard to make me believe that either Charn is going to betray Tin or Charn will end up sacrificing himself to death. I would believe neither lol. I have seen this type of plot before. This ain't my first lakorn 😂😂😂

2. Gawd damn. At first glance, I thought Charn was offering a bottle of soy sauce to his mum 😂😂😂

3. Oooh. I guess they will do a live on Thattep's crimes. Side note: Silvy looks good.

4. Navin is all types of mental 😂 Even if Tin has some training in professional fighting, I don't think Navin, with all his craziness, will go down easily lol 😅 He is a gangster, after all.

5. I guess the ring DOES have power (forgive me for the LOTR pun 😅)

6. Sorry, that does not looked anything like an airplane (or an airport) 😅😅😅

7. Oooh. TinThee team up. Interesting... 🤝🤝🤝

8. I knew it! They will try to do a live feed on what will happen inside the warehouse.

9. You know, this all would have been avoided if Thattep was a bit smarter and did not kill that reporter outright. Or tried to frame up his own son. Then changed his story to the gardener stealing that car. Finally, ofc, Charn is going to double cross you 😂😂😂 For a supposedly smart politician, Thattep isn't all that lol.

10. Now, him and his goons are hunting Charn in warehouse. Really? After knowing they are the main characters in a live stream??? If Charn is killed inside the warehouse during that feed, then what does Thattep think would happen? Stupid, stupid man. 🤨🤨🤨

11. I guess Charn stopped being bulletproof. 😵 But, I still don't believe Charn will end up dead after this. Why? Because the villain didn't shoot him in the head. Lol. Again, Thattep is a stupid idiot! 😂😂😂😂

12. Oh, Charn is still bulletproof (with a real bulletproof vest). I guess he really does learn from his past mistakes lol.

13. Thee, stop being dramatic. Tan will surely come back lol. <after five seconds> See? Lol Tan made use of his famous tantrums and got banned from riding an airplane 😂😂😂

14. Charn playing the spoiled brat lol. The fvck. You are lucky, Tin dare not slap you 😂😂😂

15. Grandma KNOWS. Lol.

16. Why do you even care, Tan? Let your father rot in jail 😑

17. I cannot with Charn 😂😂😂😂😂 he made Tin a subservient househusband lol

18. The post-its remind me of Bad Buddy. Yes, BBS is in my blood. Get over it 😅😅😅😅

19. In a sense, this series does not only follow the classic lakorn plot, but the classic BL too (with one of the main characters singing for some reason) 😅

20. There he goes, like he swallowed the volumes of law books, before agreeing to marry Tin. 🤣🤣🤣

21. Navin, still crazy as always lol.

22. Waiiit. How did Thattep became the big boss inside the prison? Just because he used to be a politician? Because he's got money to pay everyone? And look, he still has the guts to threaten Charn inside the cell. Wth. But then again, Charn's smile is devious. Lol.

23. <after five seconds> That's what I'm talking about. Good riddance, Thattep.

24. Oooh. Wedding photos. 😊 Cute. I guess in this universe, same-sex marriage is legal in Thailand.

25. Thee and Tan are also free, with added bonus as Tan is Thattep's sole heir.

26. Ngl, I'm not feeling Charn's wedding fit. <after five seconds> nvm, it has a coat lol. That would work.

27. As always, Grandma is the ship's biggest cheerleader 😂

Despite having a plot that heavily borrows from old lakorns, this series is still enjoyable. I also like Film's (Charn) acting. His smile is creepy and devious whenever it needs to be. Also, they had let us listen to Silvy's golden voice more than once. What more can I ask for? 😁

On to the next series, then - either To Sir with Love or I Can Feel You Linger in the Air.

[papermoonloveslucy]

THE DESILU BAKE SHOP

Freshly Baked Comedy!

Baked goods were popular on Lucycoms - whether it be competitve cake-baking or cream pies for throwing!  And there was also some experiments in bread baking that failed in a big way!  

“The Wonder Show” (1938) ~ A radio show sponsored by Wonder Bread that marked the first collaboration between Gale Gordon and Lucille Ball. 

“The Audition” (1951) ~ The episode ends with Ricky mistakenly thinking Lucy might be pregnant - but the only thing in her ‘oven’ is his favorite pie!. When Lucy said the same lines in the un-aired pilot, she actually was! 

“Pioneer Women” (1952) ~ Forced to do their own baking, Lucy mistakes the number of cakes of yeast in the recipe for homemade bread and produces a mammoth loaf. In reality, the bread was baked by L.A.’s Union Baking Company. The final product was rye bread, as rye lasts longer without spoiling. The bread was cut up and served to the studio audience after filming. 

“Job Switching” (1952) ~ When the girls go to work, the boys stay home to do the cooking and cleaning. Preparing dinner, Fred is in charge of baking a cake for dessert. It is a flop - literally. Ricky suggests he wait till breakfast and serve it as a pancake. 

“Lucy’s Last Birthday” (1953) ~ Lucy thinks that Ricky has forgotten her birthday, but he plans to surprise her with a huge cake and party at the Tropicana. 

“The Diner” (1954) ~ A bakery delivery boy (Don Garner) brings cream pies to Little Bit of Cuba / Big Hunk of America. Naturally they end up on the cast’s faces, not in their bellies. 

“Ricky Minds the Baby” (1954) ~ When Ethel is still hungry after dinner, Lucy offers her some stale brownies which, when dumped on the table, actually break a plate. Too stale even for Ethel!  

“Million Dollar Idea” (1954) ~ For dessert, Lucy brings out a plate of bite sized pastries. When Ricky wants to talk about her being overdrawn at the bank, Lucy doesn’t want to discuss it while she’s eating. Rather than have to ‘splain her finances, Lucy eats a dozen of the treats while Ricky waits patiently! What the props department used for the sweets is unknown, but they make an audible crispy crunch when Lucy bites into them.

“Home Movies” (1954) ~ The pastry chef at the Tropicana bakes a cake with the title of Ricky’s TV pilot film “Tropical Rhythms”.  

“Ricky’s Hawaiian Vacation” (1954) ~ On a radio quiz show, Lucy is pelted with food and drink when Ricky sings key lyrics - from a safe distance. Like any good meal, the episode ends with coffee and pie! 

“Lucy Learns to Drive” (1954) ~ To wake Fred from his catontonic state after losing money on an antique Cadillac, Lucy tempts him with homemade apple pie. 

“Lucy Visits Grauman’s” (1955) ~ To celebrate Ricky’s success in Hollywood, Lucy throws him a party with a cake that compares him to 1954 Oscar-winner Maron Brando. 

“Lucy Misplaces $2,000″ (1962) ~ The episode starts with Harry bringing over fresh donuts from Friehoffer’s Bakery. Unfortunately, Lucy and Viv are on a 253 calorie diet. 

“Lucy’s Sister Pays a Visit” (1963) ~ For her sister’s wedding, Lucy and Viv bake her wedding cake - sipping from a heavily spiked punch bowl while they ice it. 

“Lucy and the Military Academy” (1963) ~ When her son is at a military academy, Lucy bakes him a birthday cake, although it is against the rules. When she arrives, she learns she isn’t the only mother to bake a cake for her son. 

“Lucy Goes To Art Class” (1964) ~ To impress a handsome bachelor, Viv bakes him a pie. Jealous Lucy sneaks into his apartment and replaces Viv’s pie with her ‘poison pie’ containing three jars of hot peppers, two cans of anchovies, and one bottle of Tabasco sauce.

When Lucy is caught spying, she must eat a slice of her own creation to hide her sabotage. 

In the second kitchen scene, there is a pink bakery box on the counter. These same boxes will turn up later in the year in “Lucy’s Contact Lenses” (S3;E10) and “Lucy Gets Her Maid” (S3;E11). Pink bakery boxes were a California anomoly, instantly recognizable as fresh baked goods - usually (but not exclusively) - donuts. 

“Lucy Enters a Baking Contest” (1964) ~ Lucy’s baking skills are always being compared unfavorably to Viv’s, so she decides to give her a run for her money in the Danfield Tribune’s annual pie-baking contest.

Baking for her bridge group, Lucy’s cake falls before it can be iced, so she calls Mr. Mooney and asks him to go by Trumbull’s Bakery and pick up a large sunshine cake with white icing thinking no one will be the wiser. During the bridge game, Viv reminds Audrey and Kathleen about the failure of Lucy’s brownies for the PTA bazaar.

Mr. Mooney ends the episode with a pie in the face, which will be (somewhat appropriately) the final image of season two of the series.

“Lucy’s Contact Lenses” (1964) ~ Lucy and Viv are baking a chocolate fudge cake to donate to Mrs. Mooney’s charity bake sale at the bank. Lucy drops one of her contact lenses into the icing. 

After searching through 15 similar cakes, Lucy and Viv discover that Mr. Mooney has bought Lucy’s cake for his wife’s birthday. Lucy and Viv must now break into the Mooney home to steal the cake to retrieve the lost lens.  

“Lucy Puts Main Street on the Map” (1966) ~ The town of Bancroft has a bakery on Main Street: Grandma Thompson’s. It is named in honor of Maury Thompson, who directed the episode. 

“Lucy’s Birthday” (1968) ~ Kim and Craig take Lucy out to a Chinese restaurant to celebrate her birthday. The waiters present her with a birthday cake and sing “Happy Birthday” to her - in Chinese! 

“Lucy’s Wedding Party” (1970) ~ While Harry is away, Lucy uses his home to host a big fat Greek wedding - complete with a two-tiered wedding cake. 

When Harry comes home unexpectedly - he is greeted with cake - in his face! 

“Lucy and the Great Airport Chase” (1969) ~ Trying to escape an international espionage ring, Lucy and Harry blend in at the airport kitchen, filling cream pies. 

On the tarmac, bakers Kim and Craig get into the act. 

At the end, the spy is caught - and pelted with pies!

“Goodbye Mrs. Hips” (1973) ~ Lucy, Mary Jane, and Vanda all go on a crash diet. At the same time, Harry has been invited to join a prestigious food and wine society when his refrigerator breaks down. He stores his Chantilly cream cake with toasted hazelnuts at Lucy’s - in the same home with three ravenous women!

“Lucy and Chuck Connors Have a Surprise Slumber Party” (1973) ~ When Lucy rents out her home for Chuck Connors to shoot a movie, the studio commissary sends over slices of apple pie to feed the crew. 

“Lucy the Sheriff” (1974) ~ A little old lady (Florence Halop) brings a homemade cake to a couple of prisoners. Sheriff Lucy immeditaly thinks it has a file in it. Turns out the little old lady is smarter than that and has a saw hidden under her shawl! 

“Lucy Calls the President” (1974) ~ Lucy and Viv prepare for a visit by Jimmy Carter (peanut farmer turned president) by baking a cake with his face on it. 

VIV: “Come see my cake.  I'm so proud of it, Lucy.” 

LUCY: “Oh, it's a work of art. It was so clever of you to make President Carter's teeth out of peanuts.”

“CBS on the Air: A Celebration of 50 Years″ (1978) ~ Lucille Ball and Bea Arthur, representing Monday Nights on CBS, end their tribute to comedy with pies in the face. 

“Mother of the Bride” (1986) ~ In the last-aired episode of “Life With Lucy”, Lucy, Curtis and Lucy’s sister (Audrey Meadows) all end up wearing the wedding cake prepared for the vow renewal of Ted and Margo - a fitting way to mark the end of Lucille Ball’s 35 years on television. 

[finarchemical]

How Sodium Benzoate Acts as a Food Preservative

Sodium benzoate is the sodium salt of benzoic acid and is a common type of food preservative. Food manufacturers produce sodium benzoate by combining sodium hydroxide and benzoic acid.

Sodium benzoate is a preservative with anti-fungal properties that enhance the flavor of acidic foods.

Sodium benzoate is a preservative that is both bacteriostatic and fungistatic. It does not kill existing bacteria or fungi, but it does inhibit their growth and reproduction. This is generally sufficient to prevent contamination in pasteurized or otherwise sterilized products.

As a result, it is used most often in acidic environments. 

Sodium benzoate is also commonly used as a preservative in liquid medications like cough syrup. It's also in non-consumable cosmetics like toothpaste, mouthwash, and hair care products.

Sodium Benzoate in Food

Sodium benzoate is primarily used to enhance the flavor of acidic foods. According to the FDA, it can be found in foods such as pickles, sauces, jams, and fruit juices.

Because sodium benzoate has anti-fungal properties, it protects foods from fungi invasion, which can cause them to spoil and potentially make you sick.

By entering the food molecules and balancing their pH levels, sodium benzoate increases the overall acidity of the food. When sodium benzoate is added to food, it lowers the pH, creating an environment in which fungi cannot grow and spread.

Sodium benzoate is commonly found in foods made with vinegar, such as salad dressings. Some fruits, vegetables, meats, dairy products, and even drinking water contain trace amounts of benzene, a precursor to sodium benzoate.

Sodium Benzoate in Soft Drinks

Due to the high fructose corn syrup utilized in carbonated drinks, the soft drink industry heavily relies on sodium benzoate.

Sodium benzoate raises the acidity of soft drinks, which increases the intensity of flavor from high-fructose corn syrup. Sodium benzoate is listed as an ingredient on the back of a soda can.

Sodium benzoate is also used to produce medicines, dyes, tobacco products, and rust and mildew inhibitors. According to the FDA, when combined with other foods containing vitamin C, sodium benzoate food can be toxic.

Finar, a food additives manufacturer in India, produces sodium benzoate food preservatives in the form of white crystalline powder or granular powder.

Finar manufactures all products under the most stringent environmental, health, and safety standards, including sodium benzoate food preservative.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Only For You - PJM.

Genre: YANDERE AU! 

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin x female reader.

A/N: This one shot came to be inspired by one of the requests that came in after No one else for me. Hence, this is the same couple. To read the previous work, click here. But this can be read independently. 

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A/N (2): This one is un-beta-ed coz I had this really enlightening talk with Che this morning, and she talked me through some very deep rooted insecurities, so I wanted to surprise her with this one that suddenly came to me in the afternoon. 

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Warnings: (Buckle up) NSFW!! I’m basically romanticizing the most toxic and dangerous trope, be careful if you proceed, explicit smut, yandere behavior, clingy behavior, OC needs alot of attention, doggy style, leg humping, something that I call the collapsed doggystyle, dirty talk (loads), daddy kink, creampie, unexplored cum fetish, the tiniest touch of body dysmorphia, jealousy, GOSH WHAT ELSE IS IN HERE??!, Eh you have been warned.

WORD COUNT: 3.8K words.

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You grasped tightly onto the back of Jimin's t shirt as he moved towards the sink to drain the pasta, your shuffling feet dragging you wherever he went.

Wordlessly, Jimin drained the pasta and rinsed it under cold water, moving back to the stove to stir the meatballs frying in the pan, and of course you went with him.

As he busily added all your favorite seasonings to the dark sauce bubbling on the second flame, you placed your head on his shoulder and he turned his face to you, pressing a loving kiss into your hair.

"Just a little while more baby" he reassured you, aware you were hungry and grumpy.

But you weren't grumpy just because you were hungry, infact you felt like you had a fever but Jimin had felt your temperature thoroughly and he assured you that you weren't warm even in the slightest.

Your sour mood may or may not have something to do with the fact that one of Jimin's female colleagues had called late last night to discuss a presentation they were working on together, and Jimin had spent a good 2 hours on call. And although he had been right there, next to you in bed, his laptop open in his lap, the fact that he was in fact working and nothing more clearly visible, the jealous gremlin in you had hated every second of it, clinging onto his thigh and curling up into his side for his attention, which he readily gave in the form of calming fingers in your hair.

Still, you had hated it.

And you hadn't wanted him to go to work today, so of course you had whined up a storm this morning, saying you were sick.

"But you can't leave me home alone I'm sick" you had pouted.

"You don't have a fever, love. And I'll leave you all the goodies right next to you and I'll be back early." He had tried to convince you.

" No, I wanna spend the day with you." There was no wavering your stubbornness, not after he'd spoiled you to your core.

" This presentation has to be done before the meeting tomorrow... " He had begun, his logical voice on, but you had cut him off with crocodile tears shining in your eyes, " Please, daddy. I don't want you to go. Come back to bed with me, please."

There was no way Jimin could refuse. He sighed heavily. " Ok, my princess. " He had kissed the tip of your nose, and climbed back into bed with his princess content and cuddled up in his arms. "What a spoilt little angel I have" he murmured amused, but his heart melting at the sight of the slight frown you had on your brows as you tried to go back to sleep to prove a point.

And so you had woken up close to lunch time, stomach growling and mind running with ideas to spend the day basking in Jimin's undivided attention, with your ever patient boyfriend sitting next to you, one hand in yours, the other single handedly typing something for his work on his laptop.

You hummed against his shoulder to tell him you had heard, and he chuckled. He turned around, "Come here." He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist, "Why is my baby so grumpy. I didn't go to work, why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you, Im just sick" you mumbled.

"You're not sick though...so tell me what is it and I'll fix it." His eyes bore into yours.

You looked away.

"Throat hurts. Fever."

Jimin rolled his eyes, lifting you up and seating you on the counter, away from the stove. "Ok stay here, I'll be back." He said, moving to leave the kitchen.

"No!" You called, jumping off the counter, reaching for his hand and holding his index finger with one hand and his pinky in the other, moving closer to him, "I'll come with you." You spoke to his shoulder.

Jimin couldn't, for the life of him understand what was going on, but there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in his heart. He was melting at all this cuteness. He loved when you were clingy and needy, it awoke his fierce protectiveness for you. You always became grumpy and needy when something bothered you and you always pretended to be ill, and Jimin always played along, because the moments where you'd be just a spoilt litte brat, needing all his attention, reminded him what a cute helpless little thing you were, and how much you needed him to protect you and take care of you.

Leading the way to the cabinet where the first aid kit was, he pulled out the thermometer. "Ok, open." He instructed you, gently sticking the thermometer under your tongue, and moving back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

But his arm was pulled back as you still held onto it, standing at the same spot, eyes shut tight.

"What is it baby" he cooed, scared you might be dizzy for a moment.

"My legs hurt, I'm tired." You said, voice muffled by the device in your mouth.

"Aww, come here, Daddy'll carry his little angel." He came back to you, as you eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted you into his arms, as you wrapped your legs around his slim torso.

"'M I 'eavy?" You asked, as you always did, insecure about the way your arms were thicker than most girls, despite all Jimin's assurances that God had made them that way so you could hold onto him securely.

"Never for me, angel." He repeated the affirmation you had memorized by now. You smiled.

He carried you back to the kitchen and once again placed you on the counter, swiftly turning to the bubbling sauce, checking if it tasted okay and then adding in the pasta and meatballs, giving it all a good mix and holding up a spoonful to his lips, blowing on it carefully before he came over to you.

He removed the thermometer from your mouth and gingerly fed you the pasta as he held it up to examine the reading.

"Aha, just as I suspected." He announced.

"What?" You asked.

"I'm-making-this-all-up degrees. Quite high. We might need to go to the doctor now." He laughed.

You pouted, confirming his suspicion.

" Oh princess," he crooned, feeling like he may physically implode from the warm fuzziness in his heart, " You could have just said you wanted me to stay. You didn't have to act this hard." A little laugh escaped him as he hugged you close to him,pulling you off the counter and into his arms. You remained silent.

" You're so cute" he mumbled, leading you to the dining table and pulling out your chair, making sure you were seated before going back to plate the food and bringing it out, taking a seat next to you.

It bugged him that you were still silent. You were such a talkative person, what was eating at you like that? He was getting sick with worry. And he'd actually be sick.

"You wouldn't have stayed." You finally said, not meeting his gaze, "The presentation is more important than me."

Jimin gasped. His fist curled in anger. How could you say that? Hadn't he made it clear enough that nothing was more important than you to him? Then how did that sentence fall past your lips like second nature?

"Baby..." His tone was suddenly cold, "Why do you say that?"

You shrugged, chills running down your spine at his quipped words.

"Look at me when I speak to you." He curled his index finger under your chin and made you look up.

You swallowed. You didn't know what to say, "You've been working on it so late."

Jimin frowned in confusion. "Is this about me working late last night?" And then his eyes softened and his smile peeked through a little in the curved corners of his lips, "Or is this about Sooyun calling me last night?"

You flinched at the name of the unknown woman who you hated with a passion. Atleast now you'd have a name for the hatred.

"It is..." Jimin's soft voice was back. "My silly baby." He petted your head, and raised a fork to your lips, "Eat."

You were confused, but allowed him to feed you nonetheless. "Aren't you gonna eat something?" You asked after a couple of spoonfuls as his own plate sat forgotten, him being busy in feeding you.

" Nope. I have to make sure my little princess is fed well, before I fuck some brains into her." He said simply, as if you had asked him about the weather.

You almost choked on the bite you were chewing, Jimin's lips curling into a smirk as he tsked, "Careful, precious." He handed you some water.

The remaining meal was silent, Jimin's sole attention on finishing the food in your plate and your heart racing at 150 bpm, thinking of what he'd just said.

When you were done, Jimin kissed your cheek. "Good girl. Now get your sweet ass to the bedroom and change into that lovely red dress, and wait for Daddy okay?"

Swallowing, you nodded, aware of the heat that was already pooling in your undies at this domineering side of him, so easily ordering you around.

You made your way to the bedroom as Jimin gathered the plates, humming a sweet tune. You got out the dress he had requested, holding it up to admire it's simplicity. It was a deep red silk camisole dress, quite plain and unassuming, but it always drove Jimin mad. He never let you wear anything under it, just to see the way your perked nipples stood against the silky fabric, and the length that skimmed to your thighs, only just covering your bare pussy.

You changed into it, scandalized at the damp patch in the panties you had discarded. He always had this effect on you, and you'd never get tired of it. You'd never get tired of being claimed by him and the way your body responded to his touch, his voice, his presence.

The door opened and Jimin stood in the doorway, his scalding gaze trained on you as you stood infront of the mirror.

He shut the door and stepped closer. You gravitated to him, always seeking him out in a room of a thousand people or in your most intimate private moments.

"My pretty girl" he breathed, his hands skimming up your sides.

Your body responded instantly, leaning into him, a breath of satisfaction leaving you.

Jimin wasted no time in capturing your lips and claiming your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening as his tongue explored freely.

You moaned into his mouth, as he pushed you backwards gently, towards the bed he had made so neatly this morning.

He pulled away, pulling off his t shirt, as your hands instantly found their way to his abdomen, tracing the faint lines of his abs fondly. His knee found it's way between your thighs and brushed past your core.

You gasped, causing him to smile at your sensitivity. You always were so receptive to his touches.

You reached for his pants, but he pushed your hands away, undoing the buttons himself and slipping them off, his black Calvin Kleins bearing evidence of his own arousal in the half erected tent they boasted.

His hand closed around your wrists and in the same instant, they were being pinned above your head.

"So..." He teased, "my girl was jealous"

You scoffed, squirming a little, trying to grind against his knee that still sat between your thighs.

"Answer me when I speak to you sweetness." He pushed his knee up against your sex, momentarily relief and then raging arousal shooting through you.

"I didn't like her calling you that late." You moaned.

Jimin contracted his quads, the movement rubbing against your lips in welcome friction.

"Really?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I didn't like her calling you period." You cried as he shifted his weight a little allowing you to grind on his leg.

"You should've said something princess." His tone was soft, contrary to every sharp angle and line on his godly body that had you pinned down.

"I thought you'd be mad." Tears pricked your eyes.

Jimin shook his head, moving his leg against you, meeting your desperate movements with determined ones of his own. "Have I ever been mad at you?" He asked.

It was your turn to shake your head no. Hell, he hadn't even been mad when you had betrayed him in the worst way and run away from him. Then what was this matter? Nothing.

"No." You said.

"Exactly. My precious love." He bit your lip, tugging and sucking at it.

Your core was so sensitive and raw by now that your whimpers were for another reason entirely.

"Jimin..."

"Yes baby."

He knew what you wanted. His hand had found his way to your clit already, flicking it gently. You arched your back up to him.

"Jiminnn..." You whined.

"Yes my baby." He repeated.

"A lil faster." You breathed.

His fingers on your pearl sped up, your juices making a mess on his thighs as you mindlessly moved your hips against him, humping him as if your life depended on it.

"Like that." You hummed happily.

Jimin crashed on your mouth again, immersing all your senses in him. All you felt was his touch, his scent, his love and his claim.

When he pulled his leg away, you moaned at the loss but he had other plans. "Turn around and get on your knees for me sweet girl." He instructed.

You were quick to obey, wanting him back between your legs as soon as possible.

You heard the muffled sound of his boxers landing to the ground. And then you felt his warm tip slip between your folds, gathering your slick on his length.

"Oh" the satisfaction laced your breathy moan, making Jimin's heart swell. He loved you like this, aching for him, willing to do whatever he asked. Waiting to be filled by him and him alone.

You were his, and he was yours, he'd get that through to you.

He entered you slowly, easing into you as you engulfed him eagerly.

"Tight little pussy." He praised through clenched teeth.

"It's all for you." You looked over your shoulder.

Jimin moaned, bottoming out and twitching at those words of ownership that he'd never tire from hearing.

He set his pace, slow and deep, making sure to hit all your weak spots.

You nearly screamed from the steady pleasure.

"Jimin, speed up please." You felt you'd lose your sanity with the depth he was hitting.

With every rub against your g spot, you felt like you lost more reasoning.

But Jimin had a way of teaching you lessons when he was hilt deep in your guts.

"First tell me why you were jealous."

"I don't want anyone else having your attention" you conceded, words mixing with moans.

"And what makes you think I'd give her attention when my baby was right next to me?"

You thought about it, or whatever half brained alternative to that was possible in your fucked out state. "I don't know." You groaned, ashamed.

"Well then think about it, coz I'm not fucking you like you want till I have an answer. I can do this all day, you know that "

You clenched around him in protest, "No!"

"Don't grab me like that little brat. Do what Daddy says and he'll make you feel so good, you'll forget what a bad girl you've been." He scolded through a hiss.

You sobbed emptily, your mind reeling.

"I'm sorry daddy. I don't know why I thought like that. I'll try not to be so jealous from now on." Your puppy eyes attacked him, melting the exterior that had already cracked at the word 'try' implying it'd be hard for you.

He wiped your tears, still moving sluggishly inside you, "It's okay Princess. I know you'll get better."

"I will," you promised, "but can you please fuck me?"

Jimin's hips slammed into you, punching the air out of you as your arms gave way and you fell onto the pillows.

His arms braced your lower back, pushing it into the mattress, "Stay there." He ordered as he began the assault on your pussy, slamming in and out of you with sheer power.

When Jimin went fast, he abandoned all rythm, which meant you had no idea when to expect what. And so you stayed down, ass in the air that he grabbed onto punishingly tight, your entire body jolting with his thrusts, mind empty and broken moans of only his name falling from your lips.

He felt you tighten, and he had no plan of slowing down. He'd fuck you into your orgasm at bullet speeds just for the sheer sounds you let out.

"Oh God Jimin don't stop please!" You cried.

"Tell me whose dick makes you feel this good!" He said sternly.

"Yours, daddy only yours." You cried.

"And does daddy give it to anyone else?" His pace remained the same thankfully.

"Nooo." The very idea made your stomach turn.

"Who's daddy's little princess?" He demanded.

"Me!" There was a hint of fierce possessiveness in your voice that Jimin didn't miss. Good girl.

"Who owns Daddy's dick then?" He asked simply.

"Meee!" You near well shouted.

"Then prove it and cum around me. Let me feel you, come on." He ordered, a smack landing on your ass.

You came at that, pussy pulsating around him in frantic flutters, hands clenching the bedsheets and mouth uttering nonsense profanities.

The sight of your precious body trembling and coming undone for him made Jimin throw his head back and an animalistic growl left him as he pulled out and dove straight back in, cumming inside you as you still rode your high. He held onto you, both to ground you and himself, aware that you lost control when you orgasmed.

You came back to Earth to feel the new warmth inside you and you smiled so happily one would think you had just won the lottery. But in reality, your hazy mind registered that you were the one getting Jimin's cum, not that bitch Sooyun. Never her. Or anyone else.

Only you.

Jimin turned you over on your back with gentle hands and lowered himself on you, kissing you sweetly. "Thank you." You whispered to him.

"For what angel?" He asked.

"For being mine." You said happily.

Jimin's hands tightened around you, as he felt your body relax and your breaths slow down, as your glassy, glazed eyes closed in exhaustion.

His perfect princess. He loved you so much, he felt like he could spend his entire lifetime worshipping you and he'd still fall short.

He'd always keep you here with him. Because that's where you belonged. And he belonged to you, no doubt, but you were more his.

And he'd prove that to himself every day and forever. Especially when you'd wake up refreshed and he'd bathe you like the fragile flower you were and dress you pretty and take you for ice cream. He'd do all that and more for you. Only for you.

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"Can I take this off now?" You groan, reaching up to remove the black blindfold from your face when someone — presumably Remus — smacks your hand away.

"No. We're almost there." Remus says, confirming your suspicion.

You had been walking blindly for ten minutes now, and you were getting antsy. You didn't really like surprises, you always got too nervous and ended up guilting them into spoiling it, but the boys had cornered you and tricked you into putting the blindfold on, claiming they had a surprise for you before you could object.

"Here." You hear James say, followed by a door loudly creaking open, your body being pulled to the right.

After climbing up quite a few flights of stairs, a cool breeze hits you, letting you know you were no longer inside.

"You can take it off now, darlin." Remus whispers.

Reaching up, you slowly pull the fabric from your eyes, letting them adjust before taking in the sight before you.

You're at the astronomy tower, but instead of an empty roof, there's a table dressed in a red cloth in the middle, four chairs placed around it. Candles, dishes, and two bowls of food were placed in the middle.

"Is.. is this for me?" You gasp, slowly stepping forward, looking up to your boyfriends in awe.

You couldn't believe they had done this for you.

"Of course." Sirius says, wearing a gentle smile as he looked over to you from his place next to the table,

"It's lovely." You murmur, emotion weighing heavily on your heart as you let it all sink in.

"You like it?" James nervously speaks up.

"Of course she likes it, ya git, she jus' said that." Sirius interrupts, earning an open-handed smack on the head from Remus.

"Don't be rude." He hisses, glaring at the two of them.

You have to bite your lip to stifle a giggle, swaying on the balls of your feet happily.

"So, what's on the menu?" You cut it, ending a soon-to-be argument before it could begin.

"Oh!" Sirius perks up, rushing over the table to take the covers off the bowls. "We've got pasta and salad, it's all we knew how to make."

"That's alright, I love pasta." You say, about to sit down before James appears, pulling your chair out for you and gesturing for you to sit. He pushes you back in, leaning down to peck your cheek before taking a seat in his own chair.

"It's with red sauce." Remus says, pouring you a pf glass water while James and Sirius fill yours and their plates with food.

"Thank you, this means a lot to me."

"Don't have to thank us, pet." Sirius says.

You nod, bowing your head as a smile takes over your features, straining your cheeks from how hard you're grinning.

"Now, let's eat."

[twiceinadream]

“Yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Momo is unable to escape her dorm on Valentine's Day so instead, y/n sneaks into the dorm

a/u: Hey, everyone! I didn’t realize it was already Friday I’ve been so busy this week, so sorry if this seems a little weird I wrote this over a month ago and just finished it today. I hope you still enjoy this Valentine’s prompt. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Momo sat in front of JYP with a scowl prominent on her face as he shook his head, “I’m sorry Momo-ssi, but I can’t have you going out and about with Y/N-ssi on Valentine’s.” The man pinched the bridge of his nose, “It’s just too easy for you and Y/N to be recognized and I don’t want the media swarming the two of you.” Jinyoung trailed off at the end, clearing his throat before frowning, “I’m sorry Momo, I really am.”

The Japanese girl ran a hand through her hair as she tried to play off her sadness, “It’s fine, I understand.” Her voice was sullen as she exited his office and left the building. Resisting the urge to cry in the van till she returned back to their dorm, just wanting to cuddle with Boo and Dobby before she told you she would have to cancel the plans you had made. Mentally preparing herself for the disappointment she would hear on the other end of the line when she broke the news to you, sometimes she hated being an idol.

It didn’t take long to get from the company back to Twice’s dorm as Momo stared at your contact, resisting the urge to call you until she got inside as she thanked the driver and headed up. Her head hit the wall of the elevator as she rode it to their floor, her heart sinking into her stomach as she entered the shared dorm to find Sana, Nayeon, and Tzuyu sitting in the living room. Expectant looks on their faces as Nayeon raised an eyebrow at her, noticing how Momo’s shoulders were slumped forward and she looked like someone had just told her she’d have to give up jokbal.

The eldest bit her lip as she made eye contact with the third oldest, “How’d it go?” The question was stupid, Nayeon knew that, but decided to ask anyway. And with the way Momo just stared at her for a second before leaving down the hall, she got all the answers she needed, “I guess that’s a, ‘No’.”

Tzuyu deadpanned the sole Korean, “You don’t say Unnie.”

The sound of bickering followed Momo down the hall as she opened the door to her, Sana, and Nayeon’s shared room. Boo and Dobby lounging on the bed as they got up the instant the door opened, happy yips coming from both of them as they saw their owner enter the room. Their tails wagging as Momo laid on the bed, a soft smile gracing her lips as they cuddled into her sides. A frown taking over her smile as she smiled heavily, cuddling the two dogs as she felt tears sping into the corner of her eyes.

The Japanese girl burried her head in their fur as she let a soft sob from her lips, ‘Why couldn’t she just see you like every other couple on Valentine’s?’ She continued to cry till she eventually fell asleep, sad looks on Sana and Nayeon’s face as they listened on the other side of the door. They hated seeing any of their members sad, Momo especially since she wasn’t really asking for much.

That was when Tzuyu came up behind them, “I have an idea.” The maknae said, scaring the two older girls as she made them jump.

Sana held her hand to her chest as she spun around to face the Taiwanese girl, “Jeez! And what would that be?”

Tzuyu smiled, her dimple showing, “I need to make a few calls and you’ll see.”

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-The Next Morning-

The sound of loud voices in the kitchen is what roused Momo when she realized she fallen asleep crying, her eyes her puffy and dry as she dragged herself out of bed. Her head felt like it was pounding when she noticed that Boo and Dobby were gone but the door to the bedroom was open. But by the sound in the kitchen she figured that one of girls had taken them out of the room.

The Japaneee girl didn’t even bother to fix herself as she headed towards the kitchen, just wanting to get a strong cup of coffee before she had to call you. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of letting you down so early in the morning, but continued her trek down the hall when she spotted most of her members already dressed in the kitchen, “Are we going somewhere?”

At the sound of Momo’s voice the five other girls stopped what they were doing, staring at the main dancer. Before the front door suddenly opened: Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, and a hooded figure stumbled in, barely registering that the Japanese girl was there when the three turned the hooded figure around so that they were facing the door. A bright smile on Sana’s face as she looked at her best friend, “Momoring, you’re up! We have a surprise.”

The glee in the younger’s voice made her raise an eyebrow, “Do I need to change?” They stifled a laugh as Nayeon turned the hooded figure back around, and time seemed to slow in Momo’s eyes as the figure slowly lifted the hood to reveal, “Y/N?”

You smiled brightly at your girlfriend’s reaction, shooting her a wink, “The one and only.”

“How did you…?” Your girlfriend’s voice trailed off as she resisted the urge to cry, her body flooding with so many emotions when Boo and Dobby circled around her ankles.

You crossed the distance between the two of you as you wrapped her in a hug, “I got a call from Tzu last night saying that the company wouldn’t let you go out today. So Yoda, the snake, and a bunny snuck me in so I could be with you.”

Momo’s jaw dropped as she looked at her members who were putting on their shoes, “Wait, where are you guys going?”

Jihyo smiled as she motioned to the cabinets and fridge, “We put a little something together for the two of you, enjoy your day together and we’re all staying at Jeong’s sister’s place tonight, so use your time wisely.” The leader winked, making you and Momo blush a deep shade of red.

“Th...thank you.” The dancer said earnestly, going over to hug each of the members as they left.

“Of course Momo Unnie.” Tzuyu smiled, pushing her back towards you, “Now go have fun.” And with that: you, Momo, and the dogs were left alone.

-

It was had gotten late into the evening, with a day filled with rom-com marathons and snacks when you both started craving real food. Momo was leaning against you when she felt your stomach rumble, the sound making her laugh, “Aww, is my poor baby hungry?”

But before she could get another word in, her stomach began making the same noise as you stuck out your tongue, “I guess that makes two of us.”

Momo pouted as you both got off the couch, stumbling your way into the kitchen as you pulled open the fridge. Finding a few miscellaneous items, some chocolate covered strawberries (which you made a mental note of) before you saw a jar of half finished pasta sauce, you held it up to your girlfriend, “Spaghetti?”

The Japanese girl turned to look at you as she was rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out a box of pasta, “Perfect! And I think we might have meatballs in there.” You opened up one of the drawers to find the package she was talking about, only to find fuzz covered meat.

“Momoring, these are spoiled.” You cringed as you quickly threw it away, not wanting to look at it anymore, “Guess we’re back to just pasta and sauce.”

Your girlfriend shrugged, “At least we still have some food.” You nodded as you began taking out a few pots.

“True, and we haven’t burned anything yet.

-

-A Few Moments Later-

“Omg, Y/N! The pasta is burning!” The sound of the smoke detector going off didn’t help the fact you were now frantically running to the pot of burning water as you threw it in the sink.

“How did we burn water!?” You looked at your girlfriend in shock as a beat of silence passed between you two. You both held each other’s state for a second longer before you both burst out laughing, “I probably jinxed us earlier.”

Momo giggled as she went to hug you, knocking her fist against the wooden chopping board, “We forgot to ‘knock on wood’ Y/N-Chan.”

You nodded, “Without a doubt, but what are we gonna do now?” But before Momo could answer the sound of a knock sounded throughout the dorm, you cocked an eyebrow as you went to open the door. Not wanting the delivery person to know this was Twice’s dorm, “Can I help you?”

The man on the other side held up two plastic bags, “Food delivery for L/N Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, “That’s me.” He nodded as he handed you the bag.

“There you go, have a nice night.” You thanked him before closing the door, walking back to a sheepish looking Momo.

You looked between her and the bags when it suddenly clicked, “You knew the food was going to burn!”

The Japanese girl pursed her lips to prevent from laughing as she held her hands up in defense, “No, I just...um. Wanted to be prepared?”

You shook your head in disbelief as you placed the food in front of her, letting out an offended gasp, “Even my own girlfriend doesn’t trust my cooking skills.”

She deadpanned, “Y/N, you burned water.”

“Did not! The pasta caught fire!” You crossed your arms like a child as Momo began laughing, her eyes crinkling as you couldn’t help but smile too, “But, good call.”

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You let out a content sigh as you finally bagged up the last of your guy’s dinner before you found a note left on the table, ‘Come and get your dessert -Momoring <3.

You quirked an eyebrow as you noticed the door to Momo’s room was cracked open and a small stream of light was peeking out into the hallway. A smile broke out onto your lips as you made your way to the partially opened door, hastily making your way in as the sight before you made your breath catch in your throat.

Your girlfriend was clad in an ensemble that left little to the imagination as she sat with her knees parted at against the headboard. You swallowed hard as you looked her up and down, your cheeks felt hot under her gaze, “Is this for me?”

Momo had a coy smirk on her face as she made a come hither motion with her finger, “Happy Valentine’s Y/N-ah, come and open your present.”

You wasted no time shoving off your pants as your shirt quickly followed, making a pile on the floor as you ounces onto the bed. Connecting your lips in a heated kiss as you ran a hand over your girlfriend’s exposed abs, loving the way the muscle tensed under your touch as you moved to cup her breast. A breath moan falling from her lips as you pulled away, nipping and sucking at her neck as you left marks deep enough to show.

Your hand snaked behind her back as you quickly unclasped her bra and let the garment fall to the floor, enjoying the newly exposed skin as you took a stiffened nipple between your index and thumb before pinching it slightly. A gasp catching in the Japanese woman’s throat as you took the other into your mouth, swirling the stiffened peak with your tongue before releasing back into the chilly air of the room. Repeating the process with the other as you inched down a little further till you were eye level with her crotch, “May I?”

Momo nodded her head earnestly as you took the elastic of her panties between your fingers, pulling the fabric down slightly so that her hip was exposed. You kissed along the skin that made your girlfriend’s grip on your shoulder tighten as you teased her further, a desperate whine sounding from above as you finally let up, “Needy.”

The dancer pouted as you pulled her underwear off completely, a few strands of wetness still clinging to the material as her opening pulsed with need. Her pussy was pink and puffy with arousal her clit peeking ever so slightly from its hood as you placed a kiss and lick to the junction where her leg and sex met. A surprised moan falling from her lips as you blew a steady stream of air onto her heated core, “Y/N, please.”

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s impatience before leaving one last kiss to her inner thigh and diving straight in. Her body tensed as your tongue made its way into her opening, her juices hitting your lips as you ate her out. She tasted-ironically-a bit like peaches as you continued to lap up the essence that leaked out of her, you lifted two fingers to Momo’s mouth indicating for her to suck them as you worked on her lower half. Her tongue coating your digits in saliva before you pulled them away and repositioned them at her aching core. You teased her entrance with your middle finger before sinking in to the molten heat that was Hirai Momo’s sex, a releaved moan slipping from her lips when you added in another finger. Thrusting slowly as you felt for the rough patch of flesh against her frontal wall, resting it with an experimental tap to warm her before copying the come hither motion she had made before as your fingers lightly stroked her g-spot. A loud whine came out of the dancer as she fisted the bedsheets.

Satisfied with your fingers you used your free hand to lift the hood hiding your girlfriend’s swollen clit. The bud had a slight red hue from the neglect but it wouldn’t be like that for long as you left a lingering kiss against her clit, sliding your tongue along wet folds. Momo groaned happily as her hips canted against you, chasing your pliant mouth. With a throaty moan, she let go of the sheets to fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently.

Momo groaned in delight, grinding against your face as you slowly fucked her with your fingers. Your chin was slick with her wetness and as she moaned, your hands drifting along her sides and belly.

You alternated between gentle suckles and broad strokes over her clit as she continued fondling her plump breasts, humming softly against her center as her walls clenched around your thrusting digits. She squealed in delight, grinding against your face, “Oh, yes...”

You couldn’t hold back your moan at the sound, you placed open-mouthed kisses along her slick folds. Before closing your lips around the fat swell of her clit, giving her a second to breath before sucking. Hard.

Momo let out a shriek as her hips jerked off your face, her orgasm gushing out of her in a sudden burst. Covering the lower half of your face with her release as her body shuddered with every wave of pleasure. A series of clipped pants was the only thing you heard before Momo finally came down from her high, carefully taking your fingers out of her as you moved to spoon her.

You smiled as your girlfriend’s bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, a blissful smile on her face as you leaned down to kiss her, “How was it?”

“Amazing.” Her tone sounded breathless as she nuzzled into you, “What’s the damage?”

You smirked as you looked down at the dark bruises you left on her neck, using your index finger to point at them, “Let’s see, yeogi, yeogi, yeogi.” Momo scowled as you placed a kiss on her swollen lips, “Nea maeum.”

Your girlfriend looked at you for a second before pushing you off the bed, “No! You did not just use Chae’s song to describe my hickies!”

You laughed as you got up from the floor, “Well isn’t that what it’s about anyways?”

Momo rolled her eyes as she threw a pillow at you, “You’re sleeping on the couch.” You stuck your tongue out as you crawled back onto the bed.

“Admit it, you thought that was clever.” The dancer huffed as she turned away from you.

“Shut up.”

[sigmaleph]

@serinemolecule asked me for hot takes on this 2006 article on Argentinian food, which I am now reorganising into a proper post for y'all's consumption. you're welcome.

First of all: the titular thesis that you should eat two steaks a day. I am forced to clarify that as 'should's go you should eat zero steaks a day, but this is ethical rather dietary advice and I don't follow it as well as I should, so, y'know. I would engage with this on the level it was stated, but I actually have no opinion on it. Moving on...

Argentine beef really is extraordinary. Almost all of this has to do with how the cows are raised. There are no factory feedlots in Argentina; the animals still eat pampas grass their whole lives, in open pasture, and not the chicken droppings and feathers mixed with corn that pass for animal feed in the United States.

This is, as it happens, completely false. There absolutely is plenty of feedlot beef being eaten in Argentina, and this was also the case back when this article was written. There's grass-fed beef too, and maybe the writer structured their life around only eating those, but the claim that there are no feedlots is just not true.

if you let them make the call, you get a two-inch thick of meat[...]The Argentine steak stands alone, towering three inches over the plate,[...]This gorgeous specimen is called a lomito; it's a standard lunchtime steak, clearly so thin that the Argentines are embarrassed to send it out into the world without a protective wrapping of ham and cheese

I have no idea what their obsession with steak thickness is; meat exists at various levels of thick and thin to suit various tastes. If you like yours thick that's fine but quit the projecting, y'know.

As you might expect, vegetarians will have a somewhat rough time here. For most people in Argentina, a vegetarian is something you eat. One's diet will accordingly lean heavily on pastas, gnocchi, salads, and (for the less squeamish ) fish. Vegans will not survive in Argentina.

This is, unfortunately, true (well, hyperbole, but). Rinna had a rather bad time trying to find vegan food when fae came over for visits. The situation is improving slowly, at least.

The homemade cookies bought in the minimarket downstairs taste of steak. [picture of alfajores de maicena[

Jesus. Find somewhere better to buy your snacks.

It should be no surprise that the land of beef also has excellent milk and butter. The milk comes in plastic bags that would give any American marketing department a heart attack. They proudly advertise "GUARANTEED 100% BRUCELLOSIS AND HOOF-AND-MOUTH FREE". One brand even brags that its bacteria count never exceeds 100,000 per mL, and prints daily statistics to prove it (only 82,000 bacteria/mL on Monday! mmm!).

Are you under the impression American milk doesn't contain bacteria and that when it spoils it's because of the molecules' sheer willpower? Or do you just object to the reminder that they exist?

This menu is delicious, but with rare exceptions it is all you are going to get. People coming for more than a few weeks are advised to bring a discreet bottle of Tabasco sauce.

Eat at better restaurants.

With any order from the master menu comes the Bread Basket, which should be treated as you would treat a basket of wax fruit, that is, as a purely decorative ornament. It is considered bad form to actually eat anything from Bread Basket

What are you talking about. Do all your dining companions just suck, eat some bread.

Dulce de leche is a culinary cry for help. It says "save us, we are baffled and alone in the kitchen, we don't know what to do for dessert and we're going to boil condensed milk and sugar together until help arrives". This cloying dessert tar is so impossibly sweet that you wish you were ten years old again, just so you could actually enjoy it. It is everywhere. There is a special dulce de leche shelf in the supermarket dairy case, and the containers go up to a liter in size. Even the churros are stuffed with it - the churros, Montresor!

It is rare that I feel insulted for the sake of my country, but this? How dare you.

Yes, of course we fill churros with dulce de leche; the real question is why anyone doesn't, short of dietary restrictions. Finding out that people do otherwise was like learning that in other countries, "sandwich" just means two slices of bread. Live a little. Eat a real godsdamned churro.

I spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out how meals work in Argentina, and they remain a mystery to me. Dinner is clear enough: people tend to go to restaurants beginning at ten o'clock (for those with small children), with the main rush around eleven, and dinner is pretty much over at one or so in the morning. And breakfast - or rather, its absence - follows as a logical consequence of eating a steak the size of a beagle at midnight. But I have yet to figure out whether people eat some kind of meal in the afternoon, and if so, when.

At... noon? Like. We eat lunch. Usually somewhere around 12:00. I am eating lunch right now, and I have done so essentially every day of my life. This is just baffling.

I've come to think the culprit in the missing Argentine lunch scene is yerba mate.

how.

Where the ignorant foreigner may see just another kind of herbal tea (yerba mate is a very unassuming shrub that grows in the northern parts of the country) the Argentine sees a taste treat of unimaginable subtlety, and a tonic for all his problems. The Wikipedia article on proper mate preparation should give you a warning of the level of obsessiveness attainable here (the Urugayans are even worse). To the virgin palate, mate tastes like green tea mixed with grass clippings. The beverage is traditionally drunk out of a little gourd, through a metal straw called a bombilla, with hot (but not boiling!!) water poured into it (without wetting the surface!! clockwise!!) from a thermos.

Yeah, this is accurate. Well, not the clockwise part, never heard anyone complain about that and I can't imagine it mattering.

What distinguishes mate from coffee and tea is the social context - two or more people share a gourd, with a designated pourer in charge of refilling it with hot water after each turn. The ritual is low-fuss but indispensible. You can buy mate gourds and thermoses in any grocery store, and get your thermos filled with hot water at any convenience store or gas station, but you will never see mate served in restaurants or sold in little disposable paper gourds, to go. it's not that people refuse to drink mate alone - anyone working a solitary shift will have a gourd in hand - but that the concept of being served mate by someone who does not share it with you seems impossible.

This is also true. Attempts have been made to sell to-go mate but it's never very popular, the social ritual is important. Also unfortunately a disease vector, I haven't had any mate in a year and a half.

Mate aficionados will tell you that mate contains a special compound, mateine, that serves as a tonic and mild stimulant, promoting alertness without making it hard to sleep, reducing fatigue and appetite, helping the digestion and serving as a mild diuretic. Scientists will tell you that mateine bears a suspicious resemblance to a chemical called caffeine. Mate aficionados will then grow indignant, explaining that mateine is really a stereoisomer (mirror image) of caffeine, with different effects, which will in turn irritate the scientists, who will snap that caffeine doesn't have a chiral center, so it can't have a distinguishable mirror image, and why don't the mate aficionados just put a sock in it.

The first part of this is true; some people definitely think "mateine" is different from caffeine and it absolutely isn't. Never heard the stereoisomer claim before but googling it does confirm some people say so.

still have no idea what any of this has to do with lunch, though. I promise you nobody skips lunch because mate is just too filling.

The wine here is very good (something has to stand up to that steak), but Argentina has no liquor to call its own, relying on whiskies like Old Smuggler and the low-maintenance Don Juan cognac to carry the flag.

There's a fundamental omission from this list and it's called fernet.

Beer is ubiquitous and comes in a bewildering variety of sizes, although there is a skittishness about the full-on liter. Things level off at 970 mL. In my case, it means I end up drinking 1940 mL of beer as a kind of personal protest, and all is well with the world. To make up for the abundance of sizes, beer comes in only one variety, Quilmes, which inevitably comes served with a tripartite platter of snacks - nuts, salty cylinders, and aged potato chips.

I never had trouble buying beer by the litre, but I confess I never tried to do so in 2006 on account of being under 18 at the time.

Anyway, beer comes in a lot more varieties today, thankfully, because Quilmes sucks. I'll never be a beer person, but at least these days there's options I tolerate.

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[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. 10

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: alcohol consumption (drunk people / hungover people), swear words

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2100

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chapter summary: jimin is team jungkook... whatever that means

“fuck”, jungkook hisses in your ears as the sizzling pan burns his hand. even years after their final performance, seokjin still inhabits the second nature of being the leader. he moves swiftly around the table to check on jungkook, who stays in his position. his breath is hot on your neck as you try to kill yoongi with your stare. with caution you touch jungkook’s burned hand, but the singer won’t let your fingers rest on his before he withdraws himself from you. jimin looks at the scene in front of him with distaste while the oldest coos at jungkook.

“let me be, hyung.”

“you’re hurt, kookie. we have to ice it”, seokjin insists and you pry your eyes away from your therapist to turn around, only to find jungkook watching you intensely.

“_____ knows where the ice is.” yeah, every single one of his friends knows where the freezer is. it’s essential for margarita wednesday. but you don’t dare to voice that – not when even the loudmouthed taehyung is keeping quiet.

“come on, kook”, you say softly and stand up, the delicious chicken completely forgotten.

there is the faint sound of yoongi’s apology in your ears as you move closer to the kitchen, jungkook like a cloak following behind you.

“how bad is the pain?”, you ask and collect an icepack, looking more at the granite worktop in jungkook’s spotless kitchen than your best friend.

“____, look at me”, he orders roughly. instead of taking the ice from you, he waits.

after a second too long, you face him. his eyes are hot on your skin and you feel yourself shrink inch by inch.

“you sang for him?”

“i… no – i just helped him out”, you explain. “yoongi needed the track for his audition and … he really tried other options – you, you know how terrible my voice is. but the label demanded the tape – we didn’t have time.”

you don’t know why an apology is nestled on your lips; there is nothing to be sorry for. jungkook disagrees.

“you sang for him”, he repeats, not in question, but as an accusation.

“what’s the big deal?”, you whisper and press the icepack onto his hand. for a split-second you think he’ll push you back and throw the cooling aid across the room. but your best friend does the complete opposite, taking a step closer to you. you feel his chest heaving as the space between the two of you grows smaller and smaller.

there are a lot of reasons why you love jungkook. one of them is that you are oh so attracted to him.

your heart kindly reminds you of that fact by beating heavily against your ribcage. you can smell his skin and see the tiniest scar his brother gave him when he was a toddler. this is not good.

“you won’t even sing karaoke with me, but you’ll sing for him?”, he asks and grips your hand to push it onto his burn. he hisses in pain but does not stop the pressure.

“you’re all famous singers, jungkook… i.. i don’t wanne embarrass myself in front of you”, you answer. he only huffs.

“____, you puked on me.”

“the rollercoaster was too fast – even jimin said that.”

“you had diarrhea during our last road trip.”

“nobody noticed that.” his eyes widen in disbelieve at your claim.

“i massaged your stomach the whole night to get the cramps to stop. everybody noticed, ____.”

“i don’t know what you want to achieve with this, jungkook”, you whine and try not to notice how delicious his collarbone looks under the kitchen lights.

“___”, he starts, “you can’t embarrass yourself in front of me.”

your eyes are still set on his collarbone and he breathes, clearly annoyed.

“there is no shame in this friendship, ___”, jungkook states with finality in his voice. you do not dare to meet his eyes, after the word ‘friendship’ burns itself onto your mind.

“music is half of who i am”, he continues, “i’d love to share it with my best friend.”

“okay”

your answer is met with a soft smile you do not see.

“okay”, he repeats and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

he steps away from you a moment later and now, his skin out of reach, you look at his face. his eyes are kind on you.

“let’s see if they left some chicken”, you say and before jungkook can respond, you’ve left the kitchen and your beating heart behind.

**

“where is all the chicken?”, you exclaim as you join the boys again. jimin’s faint blush is overshadowed by taehyung’s snicker.

“we were only gone for a second, hyungs!”, jungkook adds and helps you by adjusting your chair after you take your seat across from a full-mouthed yoongi.

“there is enough pasta for you to not go hungry”, seokjin answers and passes on the sauce to your best friend, who coats his spaghetti with the citrusy sauce, muttering to himself.

“so, you’ll help with the remix?”, taehyung asks yoongi, clearly done with your complaints.

yoongi looks at jungkook instead of taehyung as he replies.

“yeah, joon and i have been drabbling for a few days.” they have?

“maybe you can bring your demo next week to movie night?”, taehyung questions next.

“next movie night?”, yonngi repeats with furrowed eyebrows matching jungkook’s expression.

“or you can bring it by the office to my meeting with namjoon?”, seokjin offers. sorry, what?

“joon called you already?”, you ask. you distinctly remember the business card you’ve given your favorite barista at the restaurant. but you never imagined him to act this fast. even yoongi seems surprised.

“i like his voice”, seokjin nods at you and continues to eat his last chicken piece.

“but not as much as mine, right?”, jimin whines only to get slapped by the youngest.

your friends are really, really spoiled, you think with a smile and nudge yoongi’s foot under the table.

**

you hate how heavy your eyes feel while you blink at jungkook.

“you sure you don’t want to have a sleepover?”, he whispers as he helps you into your jacket. scratch that, your arms are heavier than your eyelids. your whine reminds him more of a kitten than a human and he smiles at you.

“nooo, i just… i-i wanne have my special pillow. and my socks.”

“okay, okay, okay – honey – don’t need any tears in this hallway”, seokjin hushes before hugging you. “drink lots of water, understood?”, he asks and lets you go. you nod silently and smile at him. even that is a task.

jungkook looks at the both of you and can’t help his chuckles at your big eyes in front of seokjin’s wide shoulders. it’s just… too cute.

“thanks for the invite.” yoongi pulls the host back to reality and jungkook nods at him with a fake smile.

“sure”, he says. now that you are half-away in dreamland, he doesn’t have to pretend to like your friend. he just wants him out of his house and your life. it physically pains jungkook to let you go together. how special can your at-home-pillow really be?

even in your state you notice how jimin sidesteps yoongi’s hand and how fast taehyung opens the door to lead your therapist out in the hallway. jimin pushes seokjin aside to say goodbye to you, huffing into your hairline as you squeeze him half-heartedly back. his behavior towards yoongi makes you dislike him more than you care to admit.

your friend bows to the boys before moving to the hallway. there is just taehyung between you and the exit now. jimin passes you off to the troublemaker, but not without some clouded thunder in his eyes. embraced by taehyung, you whisper: “what’s up with jimin?”

the former singer knows that eyes and ears are on you – they always are when you’re with them – so he presses his lips close to your ear before answering.

“he’s always been team jungkook.”

it takes you six hours of sleep, two coffees and one aspirin before his words reach your brain the next morning.

**

you to troublemaker: what’s team jungkook?

your message to taehyung goes unanswered. it makes you mad and you do not like being ignored. after crafting the whole day with your kids in pottery class, you make your way out of the school. you try to repress memories of the awkward lunch with jisoo, not ready to face the reality that she made jungkook uncomfortable, and the alcohol still makes your steps more sluggish than graceful.

jungkook’s mercedes in front of the building comes as a surprise.

“surprise!”, he exclaims and opens the car door for you.

“what are you doing here?”, you ask, too drained to be more forthcoming. the former idol smiles behind his sunglasses.

“surprising my very chipper, sunshine-y best friend.” jungkook sounds so excited that you can feel your lips – and mood – lifting by the second.

“and what’s the surprise?” other than your very busy ceo taking the afternoon off to give you a ride instead of letting you take the crowded train home.

“i wanted to take you to the park!” he points to the basket hidden in his car and your cheeks flush while looking at his long, long finger.

“come ooon”, jungkook tries to shush you into the seat, not ready for some of the pedestrians to notice the famous man. maybe he shouldn’t flash his gucci sunglasses.

“okay, okay, kookie, okay”, you relent and squeeze his shoulder before getting into the mercedes.

it only takes him seconds and then he’s in the driver’s seat, smiling happily at you.

“how was pottery?”, he asks and speeds out into the traffic. you’ve sent him some of your students’ creations from today during lunch, trying to escape jisoo’s eyes – they’d been so proud. you haven’t shown him yours.

“my mug looks so ugly”, you mutter, only to hear a huff from jungkook.

“no way – your designs are unique… never ugly.”

at the next red light, you flash him a picture of your grotesque creation. he is silent until the lights change to green. eyes on the road, jungkook tries to soothe you.

“practice makes perfect, ___.” you only snort.

“yeah well… i think we’ll focus more on learning tomorrow. minimal creativity. maximal brains.”

there is a comfortable silence in the car – but not for long.

“how was your day?”, you ask and turn your upper body to the driver so you’re more focused on his hands gripping the steering wheel.

jungkook sighs before responding. “the board doesn’t like our promotion strategy for europe. so, we’ll have to revise the concept. sales are good – the finance department had a boner for their whole thirty minutes presentation, calculating how much money we’ll make this quarter.”

he takes a turn and you can already see the green from the park.

“had lunch with jin and went for a mini workout after that.”

jungkook parks the car in one swift motion and you have to suppress the moan at his controlled handling of the wheel. he doesn’t even look bothered by the vehicles waiting for him to maneuver into the tight space. after he turns off the engine, your best friend faces you fully.

“and i googled a bit”, he admits. it’s a random fact, making you conscious of its deeper meaning.

“during your lunch with jin?”, you ask. “or while doing squats?”

“during the finance presentation – it was so boring, ____”, he groans and falls forward onto your shoulder.

“and what did you google?”, you ask and press his earlobe between your fingertips. you can still feel the numerous holes from his idol days. it’s a shame he doesn’t wear earrings anymore.

“you know…”, jungkook starts softly, “i wondered – at the restaurant, with namjoon.” his forehead is still resting on you, so he easily notices your stiffened body.

“i would have kind of believed it if you met him first. you drink way too much coffee. he’s a barista.” jungkook’s explanation is hushed against your skin.

“but you met yoongi first, _____.”

“yeah”, you admit quietly.

“min yoongi’s practice has a website, ____.”

“yeah”

“min yoongi is a licensed therapist, ____.”

there is a beat of silence as he waits for you to decide how open you want to be with your best friend… and yourself.

“he is my licensed therapist, jungkook.”

_____

sorry for the late update. hope you are all healthy! love, dana

p.s. this had a whole lot of “uhhh she went to therapy” vibe. therapy is cool, i only survived because i went to see a therapist. jungkook thinks so too; don’t let the last scene fool you. so… we’ll have the park “outing” next and after that… all goes down the drain. I promise.

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