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jungshookz · 4 years

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cream a little dream of me; knj

➺ pairing; kim namjoon x reader

➺ genre; lveb!universe, you’ve been asking for this and i’m finally here to tell you that this is smut! nsfw! 18+! oral sex (receiving)! dirty talk! namjoon has a dirty mouth and y/n is into that!! y/n’s a great listener and namjoon is very into that!! also frosting is involved somewhere

➺ wordcount: 8.9k

➺ summary; y/n has a wet dream about namjoon and yoongi just wants to help his best friend get laid.

➺ what to expect; “it’s not a big deal or anything, but, uh... when were you planning on telling me about that nice little dream you had two weeks ago?”

➺ optional reading: here’s the link to la vie en bonsai if you haven’t read it yet or if you just want to experience the story all over again!

»»————-　☁️　————-««

to say the least, yoongi is… confused.

in the three years that he’s been friends with you, he likes to think that he’s seen every single one of your emotions

but this?

this is different somehow… yet he can’t quite put his finger on what’s so different about it...

he’s seen elated y/n

he’s seen devastated y/n

he’s seen infuriated y/n

he’s seen stressed out y/n

but this y/n?

the starry-eyed and constantly looking like you’re day dreaming y/n?

he can safely say he’s never seen this version of you before and it’s a little concerning because now he has no idea what the protocol is

even back when you guys were in university you practically never daydreamed during lectures

you were always focused on the professor and whatever powerpoint was playing on the screen with a concerning amount of intensity

one time, yoongi put his hand over your eyes just to be funny and you nearly snapped his wrist off

“okay, seriously?” yoongi waves his hand in front of your face for the fifth time in half an hour before shaking his head gently, “what’s gotten into you?”

you blink quickly when you snap out of your little daze, looking at him and setting the bowl of batter down on the counter before checking out the damage you’ve done

you’re supposed to fold this batter

not whIP it

now it’s ruined and you’re going to have to start all over!

“i don’t know what that batter ever did to you, but you might need to take it down a notch before you sprain your wrist…” yoongi trails off, leaning over a little and wondering if he can get away with dipping his finger in for a teeny tiny taste

sure, he might get salmonella or whatever from ingesting raw eggs, but it’ll be worth it

“also, what are you even making?” he frowns, gesturing to all the items splayed on the counter, “because there are like ten different things going on here-”

you look around the kitchen before reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

you... don’t really have an answer for him

there’s bread dough over here

three bowls of frosting (chocolate, cream cheese, buttercream) over there

some chopped up peaches on the cutting board

the puff pastry is de-frosting in the fridge

there’s a pie baking in the oven at the moment

you just finished greasing up a mini cupcake tin

and don’t forget about the bowl of batter you’re currently whipping the life out of

(let the record show that you have no idea what you’re making. you have no clue what this batter is for. and why’d you take out your set of food-colouring dye??)

you just needed to let off some steam and this is the only way you know hoW

“isn’t this great? working out in the comfort of my own personal gym…”

both you and yoongi look over towards the kitchen door when you hear jin’s voice ring through namjoon’s laptop from the living room

yoongi perks up in interest when you suddenly scurry over to spy at namjoon through the crack of the door before he gets up to follow you

“yeah, easy for you to say-” namjoon grunts as he pushes himself up off the ground so he can clap his hands together quickly before his palms land back on the ground in a solid thump

he thought push-ups were already awful as is so he wasn’t very pleased when jin told him to start doing them with claps in between each set

also, jin has access to a full-blown gym in his house, but namjoon doesn’t have any access to actual weights so he’s had to resort to using jugs of water instead

it’s actually working out pretty well!

he took the sweeper part of the broom off and then used a lot of duct tape (and patience) to tape the jugs to both sides of the pole

he felt like he was mulan from that one part of the movie except mulan is probably physically stronger than him

“you know, i’m surprised he hasn’t smashed his face against the floor yet...” yoongi snorts as he continues to peer at namjoon over your shoulder

he waits a couple seconds for you to respond but frowns when you let out a short little sigh while keeping your eyes glued on your sweaty boyfriend

...

see?!

you’re doing it again!!!!

you have your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and your eyes have gone all lidded and hazy

your grip around the edge of the door is really tight and your knuckles are going kind of white

good god

yoongi narrows his eyes suspiciously before jabbing your shoulder roughly, “hey. what are you thinking about?”

you shake your head a little too quickly for his liking before turning back around and brushing past him to get back to the counter

huh

okay

something’s up for sure

he doesn’t know if it’s good or bad or whatever but he’s going to find out

your cheeks and the tips of your ears are a little flushed now which is even more interesting

what could possibly be going on in that little noggin of yours?

“tell me what you were thinking about.” yoongi sits back down on the stool as he stares you down across the counter, “y/n- look at me.”

“i’m not-” you glance up at yoongi for a quick second before looking back down, “nothing!” you mutter, your arm starting to move faster as you continue whipping the mystery batter

yoongi immediately points to the ball of dough sitting a couple feet away from him, “tell me what you were thinking about or i’ll eat that ball of raw dough right noW-”

“-!” you set the bowl down before scrambling to move the dough out of yoongi’s reach

he’s eaten raw dough before (it was raw cookie dough and he took bites of it every time you turned to face away from him) which resulted in him suffering for like 48 hours and you’re not taking any chances

“you can’t keep secrets from me.” yoongi deadpans, “aren’t we best friends? don’t you trust me?” he bats his lashes at you before pushing his bottom lip out in a pout, “because i certainly trust you… and you, out of all people, should know how hard it is for me to trust someone…”

your eye twitches

you know he’s only saying all of this to butter you up so that you’ll inevitably give in and tell him what’s going on... and you hate that it’s actually working...

look at that face!

those cheeks!!!

those eyes!!!!

“i…” you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you contemplate whether it’s a good idea or not to tell yoongi what exactly’s been going on with you lately

if you tell him, he’ll stop bugging you about it

then again, if you tell him, he might keep bugging you about it

but he’s already suspicious of you so it seems like you don’t really have a choice...

this is really a lose-lose situation, if you think about it

...damn.

“hey, do you remember that time you were crying really hard and i made you feel better by telling you that i kind of sort of loved you...?” yoongi mentions casually while inspecting his nail beds, his eyes flickering up towards your face for a quick second to see your reaction

he bites back a smirk of success when he hears you let out a sigh

ha HA

hook, line, and sinker bABY

“okay, fine, but-” you slam the bowl down on the counter before placing your hands on your hips, ”it’s a secret. between us!” you gesture for him to come over to you

“god, finally-!” yoongi nods enthusiastically and hops off the stool before scurrying over to join you at the other side of the counter

you lift your hand up so the side of your mouth is covered and yoongi reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist, grinning excitedly as you whisper something into his ear

…

yoongi’s jaw drops

holy shit

no wonder he hasn’t seen you act like this before!

this isn’t elated y/n or disappointed y/n or excited y/n

a new player has entered the ring

this is HORNY Y/N

“you… little… horndog!” yoongi cackles with glee as he claps his hands together wildly, “you, y/n y/l/n- you had a wet dream?!”

you feel your anxiety spike at how loud yoongi’s being and you make a gesture to try to get him to use his inside voice but he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to you at all right now

“wow...” yoongi laughs lightly, crossing his arms as he looks up towards the ceiling, “i mean, welcome to puberty, i guess. a bit of a late start if you ask me, but either way i’m actually pretty proud of you for basically creaming your-”

“shh!” you quickly shove a spoon into yoongi’s mouth and he spits it out immediately

it falls onto the counter with a clang

to be honest, you actually don’t remember too much of the dream

flashes of namjoon’s head in between your legs and his strong arms wrapped around your thighs pinning you down pop into your mind every now and again to taunt you

but other than that

nothing!

it’s just that joon’s been working out a lot lately (jin’s trying to get in better shape because of one photo where the shadow made it look like he had a double chin and it traumatised him) so it makes sense that he’s turning into an actual beefcake now

the other day you accidentally busted a bag of icing in your hands after squeezing it too hard because you were watching namjoon doing bicep curls with the milk jugs

his arms just….,,.

you want to bite into them

or dig your nails into them

or just look at them!

you would be perfectly content with just staring at them 24/7!

now, the issue here is that you...

you don’t really know…

you don’t know how to initiate things with namjoon

it’s awkward!

…on your end, that is

since getting together, you and namjoon have had plenty of heated make-out (and slight groping) sessions but you always end up chickening out as soon as you feel things starting to escalate

you just get nervous that you’re going to do something wrong and it’ll pop the love-bubble you guys are in right now!!

and you really don’t want to pop anything!!

and namjoon, being the sweet, kind, caring, considerate, wonderful, absolutely flawless boy he is, never has an issue with it because his number one priority is making sure that you’re comfortable

he’s totally okay with moving at your pace!

but after the last couple of times where you’ve left him high and dry, you notice that he either a) puts a pillow over his lap almost immediately and tries to change the subject or b) waddles off to the bathroom for a ‘pee break’

you feel awful knowing that you’re blue-balling him but you don’t want to take things further if there’s even a slight possibility of you ruining things

so... yeah!

your only stress reliever has been baking which isn’t new

you’ve stress baked before but this is a nEW type of stress baking

this is the most chaotic level of stress baking there is because everything’s just a disorganised MESS

“you know what, it actually makes sense now,” yoongi reaches up to stroke his chin in thought before nodding to himself, “you’ve been acting so weird lately that i thought i did something wrong- and it turns out you’ve just been excruciatingly horny this entire time-”

“lower your voice!” you hiss, hurrying over to the door to make sure namjoon’s not listening in to what should be a private conversation if yoongi wasn’t so damn loud

he may be in the living room but who knows how far your voices can travel??

you peek out to look at poor namjoon who looks like he’s just about ready to pass ouT from exhaustion

he lets out an almost animalistic growl as he pushes himself up off the ground one last time and you feel a tingle in your southern region

if you were a cartoon character there would be gigantic hearts pumping out of your eyes, your tongue would roll out of your mouth like a red carpet, and a horn would be blasting aooga in the background

“okay, well - you can’t not tell me about what happened in it.” you turn back around to face yoongi, “give me all the details!!!!” he wiggles his brows as he leans down and folds him arms atop the counter, “and get real nasty with it because i haven’t had sex in months-”

“no way!” you scoff before crossing one arm over the other to make an ‘x’ sign at yoongi, “no! i don’t remember anything.”

“you’re lying to me.” the smile on yoongi’s face drops and he scowls at you, “you totally are!”

“am not! it’s true.” you chirp, nodding satisfactorily when yoongi doesn’t respond

good

the topic has been dropped and now you can focus your attention back on this weird, runny batter you’re still beating the life out of

“...what about if i guess?”

you pause

oh no

you don’t like that idea at all

you don’t get a chance to shake your head nO before yoongi starts listing out all your possible wet-dream scenarios

“he was finger-fucking you.”

“you were sucking him off?”

“he was eating you out!”

“69? you on top? or was it him on top? …no, it was probably you on to-”

“a classy combination of tongue and fingers? ooh, quick question- how quickly did dreamjoon find your g-spo-”

“missionary! can’t go wrong with good ol’ fashioned missio-”

“doggystyle? cowgirl! reverse cowgirl? or was he kind of, like, spooning you from behi-”

“ooh! plot twist! you gave him the strap-”

“butt-stuff! butt-stuff?? butt-stuff but the plug had a tail on- oh-ho, it was butt-stuff, wasn’t it-”

“something with a belt? something with cuffs? something with leather?”

“roleplaying! he was a sexy gardener with a big ol’ hose and you were just an innocent wittle twree-”

“was he rawdogging you?”

your eyes immediately widen and you look up at yoongi for the first time since he started rambling, “wha- WHAT is that?!”

rawdogging??

that sounds like it’d give you carpet burn for some reason

“sex without a condom.” yoongi states as if it’s the most obvious fact in the entire world, “duh.”

god

boys are so

boyish!!!!

“why not just say that instead??” you ask incredulously, tilting your head

yoongi snorts, “well, because rawdogging sounds way hotter-”

your face screws up immediately, “does it really, though…?”

yoongi pauses before his face lights up, “aha! so dreamjoon WAS rawdogging y-”

“crude!” your entire face is bright red at this point and you hurry over to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen blueberries out of the freezer (for what purposes? you have no idea.)

“you think i’m being crude?” yoongi scoffs, “i think you’re being a prude. okay, lemme see what else i can think of-”

“yoongi, literally no one asked you to list-”

“were you grinding on his-” yoongi pauses again, “you know, like dry humping?” he hums before pushing himself up off the counter and placing both his palms flat on the surface of it, “i mean, i guess i can see why that’d be hot, you know, with clothes being restrictive and all- oh! were you getting off on his thigh? because a couple of girls have done that to me before and it was actually pretty hot AND since namjoon’s dna consists of 80% plant he basically has tree trunk thighs-”

“okay, i don’t remember too much-” you grab yoongi by the arm to yank him back in so you can whisper in his ear again

yoongi listens attentively

…

you clear your throat before shoving yoongi away to make it seem less suspicious if namjoon just so happens to come into the kitchen at this very moment

“surprisingly simple, but it does the trick, that’s for sure…” yoongi hums as he strokes his chin thoughtfully, “damn. i hyped it up way too much. that’s actually a pretty boring dream compared to what i’ve dreamt about, now that i think about it-”

you can’t help but roll your eyes as you open up the bag of blueberries

…what did you pull these out for again?

“well, what’s the problem?” yoongi frowns, “you guys are already dating. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to do stuff. if a girl told me that she creamed her panties because of me, i’d be ecstatic!”

“stop saying it like that-”

you feel a little weird talking about this with yoongi

he’s always been comfortable telling you about his sex life but you prefer to keep your intimate details private

it’s not that you don’t trust him or anything, because obviously you do, but… you’d feel more comfortable if you talked about this with a girl-friend, you know?

guys just don’t understand!

“i don’t know how to…” you shift in your spot, “ask.”

yoongi scoffs in response and crosses his arms, “y/n- namjoon is a man. men are simple. do you remember the other week when you invited me over for a breakfast and you dropped the spatula on the floor?”

you nod before tilting your head curiously, “…why?”

yoongi clears his throat

now he’S the one who looks slightly uncomfortable

“well...” he clears his throat, “namjoon was wearing sweats and i swear i wasn’t purposely looking- my eyes just happened to be looking downwards in that general direction naturally-”

“yoongi-”

“the man’s dick twitched in his sweats when you bent over, alright?” yoongi blurts out and your eyes immediately widen, “my point is: men are simple- painfully simple creatures. so... just ask him!”

you frown

just ask him??

was he even listening to you??

you just told yoongi you didn’t know how to ask namjoon and his advice was for you to ask namjoon

that’s like taking someone who doesn’t know how to swim and immediately tossing them into the OCEAN with a punctured life-ring

“god,” you roll your eyes before flicking your wrist at him, “just forget i told you!”

“hey!” yoongi gawks and shakes his head, “i can’t forget! now my only purpose in life is to get you some head-”

“jesus christ-!”

you jump ten feet into the air like a cat that’s just been sprayed by water when the kitchen door suddenly swings open and a sweaty namjoon stumbles in

“i think there’s sweat dripping into my contacts-”

“namjoon!” yoongi spins around in his stool and props his elbows up on the counter, “what a coincidence! we were just talking about you, my man…”

yoongi looks over at you with a cheeky grin and you shake your head stiffly before turning to get the jug of water from the fridge for namjoon

“oh yeah?” namjoon huffs as he places his hands on your hips from behind, sliding past you to grab a clean glass from the dish rack, “what about?”

“just about how…” yoongi looks back at you quickly and you shoot him a glare

he wouldn’t…

would he??

(he absolutely would.)

any word of your conversation and you’ll skin him alive

“-hard you’ve been working out lately!” yoongi chirps, “i mean, it looks like you were trapped in a washing machine-”

“oh, god. trust me, it’s so not worth it, i’m in so much pain-” namjoon winces and shakes his head, “you’re welcome to go and take my place if you want-”

“absolutely not-” yoongi snorts, “first of all, it’s the holidays, and everyone knows you don’t work out during december. also, you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to do a push-up. i’m perfectly happy with my somewhat doughy centre.” he pats his tummy with a happy hum and you can’t help but giggle

silly boy

namjoon laughs lightly before pausing to chug down some water, “i wish i could say the same. unfortunately, jin’s not giving me a choice-”

“sweaty!” you whine when namjoon suddenly wraps an arm around you from behind before kissing your cheek and he frowns playfully when you swat at his forearm, “and sticky…”

“relax, i’m about to hit the shower-” he nudges his nose against your cheek before pulling away, “and then i won’t be sticky and i’ll smell like peaches-”

“i should probably go, too.” yoongi gets up from his seat, “i just ordered my dinner and it’s going to arrive at my apartment in like half an hour.”

“wait!” you hold a finger out before turning to open up the cupboards for a tupperware box, “take some pie with you…”

»»————-　☁️　————-««

“still coming friday?” you ask as you watch yoongi put his shoes on

you asked yoongi if he would be interested in helping you decorate the apartment on friday (aka you told him he didn’t have a choice and that he had to come and help you whether he wanted to or not)

“mhm.” he glances up at you, “still ordering pizza?”

“mhm.”

you reach down to pat the top of yoongi’s head gently just because you want to and pauses in the middle of tying his laces to reach over and jab your stomach

“i know the main focus is decorating the place for christmas but i think you guys are going to love the nature documentary i picked for us to watch while-” namjoon chimes in but shuts up quickly when you and yoongi exchange knowing glances, “what?”

yoongi looks back up at you with a raised brow, “…does he really have to join us?”

“no choice.” you shrug casually and namjoon’s jaw drops

wha-

“oh, hold on-” yoongi gets up off the ground before patting his pockets down with a frown, “i think i left my keys in the kitchen… can you go and get them for me?”

you nod before turning to hurry to the kitchen

you don’t want him to get another parking ticket

it’s only after you disappear into the kitchen that yoongi swiftly pulls his keys out of his back pocket with a jingle

namjoon opens his mouth to say something but yoongi quickly holds his hand out to shut him up

“야 남준아- 어제 니 여친이 니 꿈 꿨데~ (y/n had a sex dream about you).” he chirps and gives namjoon two firm pats on his surprisingly firm chest before his eyes widen in surprise, “어우 딴딴해 운동 열심히 했나보네! (woah, you really have been working out! good man.)”

“yeah, i-” namjoon chokes, “wait, wha-”

“y/n, i found my keys! my bad!” yoongi calls out and gives you a thumbs up when you come out of the kitchen, “see you losers on friday!”

he gives namjoon a grin and a light punch to the arm before swiftly turning on his heel

namjoon’s eyes are as wide as saucers as yoongi shuts the front door behind him and he blinks rapidly before turning to look at you

you tilt your head at him curiously and namjoon swallows before offering you a sheepish smile

oh, boy.

»»————-　☁️　————-««

namjoon hasn’t been able to think straight since it was revealed to him that you had a sex dream about him.

it’s been an entire week that he’s learned this new piece of information and it’s been weighing verY heavily on his mind!!

when he wakes up his first thought is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

when seokjin’s rambling about god knows what the only thing in his mind is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

the last thing he thinks about before he goes to bed is gee i wonder what y/n dreamt about

and then his imagination conjures up what could’ve happened in your sex dream which is very dangerous because he has an overly-active imagination

it sucks that he doesn’t even know the details of the dream because stinky yoongi ziPPed off before he got a chance to squeeze the truth out of him!!!

and he hasn’t mustered up the courage to ask you about it because… how is he even supposed to ask you about it in a casual, non-confrontational way?!

he doesn’t want to embarrass you or anything like that!!

the only reason why he’s only slightly nervous about the whole situation because he doesn’t think he… oozes sex appeal?

so it was more than surprising to find out that you had a naughty dream about him

he’s like 90% leg and 10% dimple for crying out loud

and it’s not like he hasn’t done anything before, because he has, but it’s just different because it’s… you.

you’re his girlfriend and if he flubs this up the first time around then it’d be even more embarrassing than if you were just some random girl!

“말해줘여어 (you have to tell me).” namjoon whips around from where he’s standing by the tree, cradling the box of baubles to his chest, “you have to!”

“싫어 (nah).” yoongi shakes his head, tossing a kernel of popcorn into his mouth only for it to bounce off his cheek and onto the couch

he purses his lips before kicking it under the coffee table

it’s fine

the dust bunnies will get rid of it

“말해줘여어! (you have to tell me!)”

“야 안돼 (no way).”

namjoon clenches his jaw and sets the box down onto the floor promptly before balling his hands into fists and setting them on his hips, puffing his chest out

...

“아 왜여어어어~ (why not??)” he whines, deflating and resisting the urge to stamp his foot and throw an actual tantrum

“아니 비밀이라고 했으니까 그렇지! (it’s not my thing to tell! and i can’t betray y/n like that-)” yoongi shrugs as he keeps his eyes glued on the screen, “by the way, you didn’t even choose a cool nature documentary. what are we even watching?? the guy’s been talking about seaweed for the past ten minutes-”

“what do you mean it’s not your thing to tell??” namjoon scoffs, not even paying attention to the fact that yoongi just insulted his favourite nature documentary about plants in the ocean, “형이 먼저 말 꺼냈잖아! (you were the one who told me that she dreamt about me in the first place-!)” he snaps

“잠깐만 (wait, wait-)” yoongi sits up quickly, a couple kernels of popcorn rolling off his chest and falling onto his lap, “일주일이 지났는데 아무것도 안 했단 말이야?? (are you telling me that you… it’s been a whole week and you haven’t done anything about it??)”

namjoon shrinks down before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “노 코멘트 (…no comment.)”

“킄 정말로? (really? wow.)” yoongi snorts before shaking his head and leaning back against the couch, “both of you- i mean, both of you deserve each other, seriously-”

namjoon resists the urge to flop down on the couch dramatically, “아니 뭐라고 말하는 거예요 (well, i’m sorry, what am i even supposed to say-)”

“아우 그러지좀마 걍- (you don’t have to say anything, all you have to do is-)”

“yoongi!” namjoon and yoongi look over when you stick your head out around the kitchen door, “cream cheese or vanilla?”

“vanilla, duh.” yoongi raises a brow

you should know by this point that he prefers vanilla frosting over cream cheese!

halfway through the documentary you decided that you were going to make a carrot cake

(and yes, part of the reason why you made that decision was because you were bored of the documentary and wanted to do literally anything else, but you’ll never admit that to namjoon in case it breaks his heart)

namjoon stays quiet until after you disappear into the kitchen again and then he turns to face yoongi with both of his hands clasped together, “말해줘요오! (you have to tell me, c’mon!)”

“말해주면 제발 다른 거 보면 안 될까? (if i tell you, can we watch something else?)”

namjoon scowls

“아 됐어요 도와줄 거라도 있는지 확인 해볼게요- (fine, forget it. i’m gonna go see if y/n needs any help.)” he steps over the boxes of decorations on the ground before turning to look back at yoongi, “부엌에서 필요한 거 있어요? (you need anything?)”

“아니 (nah.)” yoongi responds before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, “oh! actually, see if y/n would be willing to make little carrot cupcakes instead of a whole carrot cake. holding a tiny little cupcake in my hand makes me feel like a giant.”

»»————-　☁️　————-««

“knock, knock…” namjoon knocks on the kitchen door quietly before pushing it open, “everything going okay in here?”

he smiles when you look up from the bowl and beam at him, “hi!”

“hi-” he comes in and shuts the door behind him, “you need any help?”

“help? from you?” you giggle lightly and shake your head, “i’m good.”

ever since he accidentally poured salt into your batter that one time he hasn’t been allowed to help you

:-//

“yoongi changed his mind, by the way.” namjoon gestures back to the direction of the living room, “king min would like cupcakes now.”

your shoulders immediately droop and you gesture to the already greased cake-pans sitting on the side

what a waste!

“hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” namjoon raises both his hands in defence before shrugging, “the man wants what he wants.”

you resist the urge to go out there just to throw the cake pans at yoongi

you’re definitely going to force him to wash everything for you later

“also... you’re just doing this to get out of watching the nature doc, aren’t you?” namjoon wraps both his arms around you from behind and leans down to prop his chin up on your shoulder

you could’ve helped with the decorating, but somehow everything looks better when namjoon does it

he hung a big red bow on your front door and it looks great!

you pause in the middle of shredding carrots before letting out a nervous chuckle, “whaaat? no...”

“it’s about the types of plants in the ocean!” namjoon points out, “is that not cool?? plants are cool.”

you shake your head no almost immediately

not cool

two and a half hours of someone talking about grass that lives in salty water?

not cool at aLL

“how’s the decorating going?” you ask, giggling lightly when namjoon nudges his nose under your jaw before planting a kiss against your neck

“it’s going fine… yoongi isn’t helping, obviously. i handed him one bauble to hang and he hooked it on the collar of his hoodie and told me he’d do it later.”

“mm.”

a brief moment passes where the only sound that can be heard is the carrot you’re shredding against the grater

namjoon purses his lips as he thinks about what yoongi just said to him

...

fuck it

“hey, can i ask you something?” namjoon sighs, smiling in delight when you suddenly turn your head to press a sweet little kiss into his cheek

“mhm!” you turn back, continuing to grate away

“it’s not a big deal or anything, but, uh... when were you planning on telling me about that nice little dream you had two weeks ago?” namjoon asks cockily, biting back a grin when he feels you freeze in his arms

it’s at this moment that the fact that you had a wet dream about him has finally sunk into the depths of his brain and now he’s actually feeling... really good about it

you had a sex dream about him

what’s not to love?

he can almost hear the alarms wailing in your head

and now that he’s got the ball rolling- he’s not as nervous as he thought he’d be!

as a matter of fact... this could be fun.

“w-” you clear your throat quietly and the half-shredded carrot drops into the metal bowl with a muted plunk, “i- what dream? i didn’t have a dream about you.”

he knows you’re trying to play it cool but he can see how tightly you’re gripping the grater and he can feel your ears getting hotter against his cheek

“i never said the dream was about me.”

oh, shit

you messed up

“so...?” namjoon moves your hair to the other side before leaning in to plant a warm kiss under your jaw, “this dream that you had… about me. tell me what happened in it.”

you swallow thickly, the gears working overtime in your brain as you try to come up with some kind of an excuse to get yourself out of this situation

you know that now isn’t the most appropriate moment to be thinking about this but you’re 100% going to slaughter yoongi the moment you get a chance to

the secret ingredient to make these cupcakes taste good will not be love

it will be BLEACH

you can’t believe he ratted you out like that!!

how embarrassing!!

“you were-” you cough, “um, you were… you… we…”

oh boy

this is already a train wreck

this is exactly why you didn’t want to tell namjoon about it!

because you know yourself and you knEW you were going to get all flustered and twitchy bringing it up

“well, i was-” you pause, “i was sitting on- sitting on the counter-”

“this one right here?” namjoon’s hand leaves your waist to pat the surface of the counter lightly and you nod gingerly, staring down at his obscenely pretty fingers, “what else?”

“that was it.” you blurt out, “the end!”

namjoon steps back a little and spins you around quickly before pressing you up against the counter, “what else, y/n?”

he traps you in between his arms and you fight the urge to explode into a million bits

oh god

okay

just tell him!

just SAY it

it’s time to get it over with!!

“you were…” your eyes flicker downwards and your nose scrunches slightly

you really don’t want to say it but you don’t think you can back out at this point because you’ve already said too much

“…eating me out.” you force out before averting your gaze and looking off to the side

you really wish there was a better way to say that because the phrase eating me out just sounds so… in your face, you know?

namjoon swallows thickly

so you had a dream about him eating you out?

“y/n, there’s really nothing to be embarrassed about, i promise-” namjoon laughs lightly when he notices your entire face starting to go red

you let out a particularly pathetic whine before leaning your forehead against his chest and gently shoving at his (firm) abdomen

“what’s the problem?” he asks, rubbing comforting circles into your back, “i think about you, you know.”

“you’re just saying that…” you mumble, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “you’re lying...”

“no, i’m serious!” namjoon pulls away to look at you, “i… i think about you. i think about things.”

you blink twice

he thinks about you

he thinks about things

he thinks about you?

he thinks about things??

…what kind of things does he think about?

“y-you do?”

“of course i do.”

“oh.”

a moment of silence ticks by

“i think about a lot of things, y/n.”

“like what?” you look up at him, the corner of namjoon’s pretty mouth curling upwards

“you really wanna know?”

“yes.” you respond a little too quickly before clearing your throat quietly, “…please.”

“hm.” he smiles, “as polite as always-”

you gasp in surprise when namjoon suddenly lifts you up and plops you down on the countertop in one swift movement and your stomach flutters at how effortlessly he just did that

wowie

he places both hands flat on the surface on either side of you before looking up at you with his head tilted slightly

you keep your hands folded in your lap, nervously picking at the worn edges of the sweatshirt you’re wearing (it’s namjoon’s coffee-coloured sweatshirt that you ‘borrowed’ from him)

“mostly about fucking you into the headboard.” namjoon confesses, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth when he notices the way your eyes flicker

you definitely seemed to like that idea

“i think about your fingers pulling at my hair when i have my face in between your legs...” he hums, trailing a finger up from your kneecap to your thigh, “i think about how pretty you’d look bent over the counter for me. i think about the sounds you’d make, how soft your moans and gasps would be… i especially like thinking about you moaning my name. i think about you riding me wearing nothing but that cute little apron of yours - you know, the one with the little honeybees on them?”

“apron’s in the.. in the washing machine.” your breathing’s become a bit more shallow and you haven’t blinked in nearly a minute so it’s safe to say that he has your attention

“you know… i think you know what you do to me when you walk around wearing nothing but one of my sweatshirts and a pair of panties, or when you come out of the shower wrapped in a little towel because you ‘forgot’ your clothes in the bedroom…” namjoon murmurs lowly, “and don’t think i don’t notice the way you look at me whenever you suck frosting off your fingers.”

“frosting?” you whisper, namjoon nodding as his eyes flicker down to your lips briefly

your tongue pokes out to swipe over your bottom lip for a split second

“that’s right.” the metal bowl scrapes against the counter as namjoon drags it over and you jump in surprise at the feeling of the chilled metal bumping up against your bare thigh

“you think you’re so innocent, don’t you?” namjoon chuckles lowly, lifting the spatula up before swiping some frosting off of it with the side of his thumb, “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?”

“i don’t…” you trail off, going cross-eyed when namjoon’s hand comes closer only for his pointer finger to tap at your bottom lip

“you do. open.”

you’re just a little thrown off because namjoon’s never... you’ve never seen him like this before

he’s never spoken to you like this before

he’s never looked at you like this before

you’re certainly not complaining, of course

“you taunt me because you like to-” you can’t seem to break away from namjoon’s gaze, the side of his pointer finger hooking underneath your chin as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, “i know you do it on purpose.”

almost immediately, the taste of sweet vanilla frosting washes over your palette

“you want me to think about you, don’t you?” namjoon swallows a groan when you start sucking, your cheeks hollowing slightly as your tongue swirls around his thumb to make sure no frosting gets left behind, “you like the thought of that? like leaving me high and dry because it forces me to use my own imagination?”

(admittedly, yes. a little part of you likes the thought of you completely consuming every corner of namjoon’s mind... just a little part, though.)

you nod slowly in response with glazed over eyes and namjoon clenches his jaw

fuck

he flattens his thumb down on your tongue to get you to open your mouth a little more for him and hums contently when you do so obediently

a thin line of spit stretches from your tongue to namjoon’s slick thumb as he pulls his hand away and you don’t even get a chance to register whatever that moment was before he’s leaning forward to slant his mouth over yours

namjoon kisses you purposefully, pulling you closer to him as you fist at his shirt tightly

he savours the faint sweetness of the frosting left behind on your tongue and can’t help but smile when he hears you whimper

“can i tell you something?” namjoon pulls away only to start sponging kisses to your neck and you tilt your head to the side for him

“uh-huh, y-yeah-” you nod quickly, slinging an arm around his neck to keep him close while the other hand grips at his shoulder

your eyes roll to the back of your head for a split second and you can’t help but quietly mouth an ‘oh my god’ to yourself because you never knew it could feel this good to have your neck kissed

“i think it’s hot as fuck that you had a wet dream about me,” namjoon groans lowly and you immediately feel a zing! of electricity travel straight down south from the sound of him speaking to you in such a deep, gravelly voice, “and you definitely don’t have to be shy about asking me to touch you… because i’m very willing to do so.”

“i want you to- w-want you to touch me-” you stutter, feeling your cheeks warm from hearing those words come out of your mouth, “want it so bad-”

your eyes pop open when namjoon suddenly pulls away and you frown, instantly missing the feeling of him being pressed up so tightly against you

“lift your hips-” namjoon pushes the bowl of frosting to the side before tapping two fingers on your upper thigh, “-up off the counter.”

your brows knit together in confusion

why would you-

your eyes widen in realisation when it dawns on you what exactly is happening here

“w-what-” you glance at the (for the most part, closed) kitchen door frantically before looking down at joon, “but yoongi’s in the-” you turn back and jump in surprise when you see that namjoon’s face is right in front of yours

you’re practically nose to nose with him

“i know.” namjoon leans in to give you a quick peck before pulling away with a particularly smug grin, “so you’re just going to have to stay quiet for me then, aren’t you?”

you WHAT

“why don’t we get these off, hm?” namjoon hooks a finger into the waistband of your shorts and gives it a gentle tug

you look at the door once again and then back at namjoon, who offers you an innocent little smile as if he didn’t just suggest going down on you on the kitchen counter with your friend in the room next door

okay

think about this!

think about this with your logical brain and not your bonk horny brain

would you rather see your very hot boyfriend’s face in between your legs or would you rather send him away so you can continue making a cake for your very picky friend?

…

you plant both palms on the counter before raising your hips a little, namjoon grinning in victory before yanking your shorts down in one go

if you would’ve known this was going to happen today you definitely would’ve worn a sexier pair of panties

white cotton is boring!!!

also you know this is the wrong time to be thinking this but you’re wondering if it would be possible to rope yoongi into a shopping spree at victoria’s secret next week because you’re going to need better looking panties if namjoon’s going to keep springing these spontaneous sessions on you

“cute.” namjoon hums, poking at the little blue bow that sits at the centre of the waistband

your breathing stills as he slowly lowers himself to his knees in front of you and you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest at the sight alone

“soaked right through…” namjoon observes quietly, turning his head to press a kiss to the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh, “i’ve barely touched you, baby.”

you jolt in surprise when he runs his thumb slowly up your slit through the thinned fabric of your panties, though he stops right as he’s about to reach your clit

so close yet so, so painfully far

you nudge him with your foot, “you’re teasing.” you swallow thickly, namjoon offering you a boyish grin as he tilts his head, pushing his bottom lip out in a mocking pout

“aw… am i?” he coos, and you shiver when he leans in to press a kiss over your clothed clit, “i’m sorry, darling… that must be so hard for you…”

“and you’re being mean.” you murmur, namjoon chuckling to himself as he pulls your panties down your legs

“am not.”

“are too.”

“am not.” namjoon perks a brow, pushing your thighs apart gently, “take it back.”

“no wa-!” your back immediately straightens as if a jolt of electricity just shot straight up your spine at the first feeling of namjoon licking one long stripe up your centre, and you fight back the urge to snap your legs shut

that’s.,., new!

very new

very new feeling

you’re certainly not against it and it’s not a bad feeling

it’s just…

new

“good?” your breath wavers when namjoon hums against you, your eyelids fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue slowly pressing in deep, “hm?”

namjoon slips his tongue in between your folds before sliding it flat and straight up to your swollen clit, grinning to himself when you finally give in to pleasure and lie back on the counter

you whimper, rolling your hips down towards his mouth as he drags his tongue over your slit in repetitive strokes before flicking his tongue over the top of your clit

it’s too much and not enough at the same time, your legs instinctively starting to squeeze shut around him

“nuh-uh, baby…” you find that you can barely move, namjoon’s fingers digging into your thigh as a warning as he keeps your legs open, “keep them spread for me.”

namjoon watches your reaction intensely, finding pleasure in the way that your chest rises and falls quickly and in the way you twitch every now and again

from here, he can see the way your brows furrow and the way you bite and tug at your bottom lip in a poor effort to keep yourself quiet

“you can use your words like a good girl, can’t you?” namjoon teases, two fingers rolling tight little circles into your clit as he watches you, barely blinking, “tell me how good it feels…”

“good- ungh, feels good-” you whimper, hips bucking up against his fingers desperately

namjoon looks down to see you practically dripping onto the counter

jesus

he would’ve done this a lot sooner had he known you’d be acting like this from his touch

“fuck me,” namjoon groans suddenly, and all of a sudden it seems like everything’s moving ten times faster than before, “you look so fucking hot right now-”, he wraps his strong arms underneath both your thighs before yanking you closer to him, practically burying his entire face in between your legs

your right leg gets hitched up over his shoulder and you quickly sit back up, digging your fingers into the soft strands of namjoon’s hair as his tongue laves back and forth against your folds

your back arches and you tilt your head up towards the ceiling, namjoon instinctively pushing his clothed crotch against the bottom part of the counter for some kind of relief

he’s so painfully hard from just hearing you hold back moans and watching you squirm and twitch

you remind yourself to loosen your grip on namjoon’s hair because you’re worried that you might accidentally rip some strands out and leave him with a bald patch, but namjoon obviously doesn’t seem to mind as he doubles his efforts and starts to lick and and suck with tremendous fervour

“fuck, you taste good-” he curses, his right hand sliding underneath your sweatshirt to cup your bare breast before he pinches and rolls your nipple in between his fingers

he drags his tongue down to circle around your tight hole and you jerk immediately, “oh my god-” you pant, overwhelmed by all the different feelings your body is experiencing at this moment, “that feels so-”

your bum is teetering on the edge of the counter at this point because namjoon’s basically pulled you off of it and you reach down to grip at the edges so you don’t fall off

“gonna cum?” namjoon murmurs, eyes locking on your face almost immediately as he feels you starting to squirm underneath him

he really wants to watch you cum

“j-joonie, god, don’t stop-” the arm wrapped around your waist tightens around you and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues his torturous onslaught of pleasure, “i-i- nngh- namjoon-!”

“i’ve got you, baby… you can cum…” namjoon feels himself twitch in his sweats upon hearing you moan his name like that

the thought of gagging you with your own panties to mute your moans briefly flits through his mind but... he wants to hear you moaning his name over and over and over again

he wants to make you scream for him

when it happens, you practically bite your bottom lip off trying not to cry out in ecstasy

namjoon has to hold your trembling thighs open to keep them from snapping his head right off

your hips buck lazily as you quiver around namjoon’s hot tongue, your body glistening in a sheen layer of sweat as you bask in the slow, rolling waves of ecstasy

you lie back down against the counter, chest heaving beneath your sweater as you stare dazedly up at the ceiling

oh, wow

you watch as the ceiling fan whirrs around and around and around

you feel like you’re not physically here right now

like your soul left your body and you’re just floating in the air like a bunch of particles

“-!” you twitch when namjoon carefully wipes you off with your panties before setting them onto the counter next to you

you slowly prop yourself up onto your elbows so you can look at him, feeling your cheeks flush when you see that he’s looking right at you

you’re not sure why you’ve gone all shy again as if his tongue wasn’t licking you out ten seconds ago

“hi, pretty girl...” he smiles, his dimple popping up in his right cheek, “welcome back.” he jokes, rising to his feet while keeping your right leg propped up onto his shoulder

he turns to give your ankle a kiss before gently bringing your leg down and helping you sit up

“that was really something...” you wrap your arms loosely around his neck as he grasps your hips before leaning down to give you a sweet little kiss

“oh yeah? did i live up to dreamjoon?” namjoon teases, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before pinching the apple of your cheek

“you did a much better job than dreamjoon.” you hum, and it’s only then that you’re aware of the very prominent bulge pressing into your centre, “but i... i wanna make you feel good, too…” you murmur, namjoon biting back a groan when you nudge your bare centre against him, a darkened splotch now staining the front of his sweatpants “and…” you lean upwards to whisper something into namjoon’s ear

...

holy shit

yes please

“yeah, shit, we can definitely do that-” namjoon hates to admit to how horny he is but he can’t help it when you go around saying stuff like that to him, “we-” he pauses suddenly, eyes going wide in panic, “oh, shit!”

“wh- what??” you look around the kitchen frantically before grabbing the closest thing to you as a form of defence (a silicone whisk)

“friggin’ yoongi-!” namjoon hisses in pain as he adjusts himself in his sweatpants, “i forgot about yoongi-”

okay

a little weird of him to be thinking about yoongi while he’s touching his-

“oh my god, yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hopping off the counter with wobbly legs

namjoon hands you your shorts and you quickly wiggle into them before pulling your sweatshirt down

you completely forgot that yoongi was in the room right next to you guys and that last moan of yours wasn’t exactly quiet

and you know that yoongi might not have a lot of knowledge when it comes to baking, but you’re sure that he knows enough to know that practically screaming namjoon’s name out loud isn’t a key step in achieving a fluffy cake batter

“we weren’t doing anything!”

the two of you stumble out into the living room and you file through your brain to come up with some kind of a logical excuse as to why you’re hot and sweaty and why namjoon’s hiding his lower half behind a kitchen towel and how in the world those two facts are related to his precious carrot cake cupcakes

you pause when you notice that yoongi’s nowhere to be found

the documentary’s still playing on the TV, the boxes of tinsel and baubles have been completely abandoned, and there’s nothing but a blue sticky note sitting on the couch

taking a nap in my car. text me when you guys are done being horny. also - you’re welcome.

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!”

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself.

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust.

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is.

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.”

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?”

“Date seven.”

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?”

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss.

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby.

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch.

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts.

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?”

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.”

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions.

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.”

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.”

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy.

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.”

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.”

“So, you’re bribing her with food.”

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.”

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease.

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside.

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture.

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones.

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.”

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.”

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary.

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing.

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.”

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.”

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!”

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room.

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug.

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.”

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.”

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it.

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious.

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?”

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection.

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.”

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door.

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.”

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!”

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out.

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!”

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her.

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak.

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip.

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox.

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?”

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart.

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo.

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid.

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone.

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.”

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face.

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?”

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car.

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing.

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text.

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky.

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands.

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains.

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly.

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom.

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag.

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?”

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.”

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.”

“It sounds like an excuse.”

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!”

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?”

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.”

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?”

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.”

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.”

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night.

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?”

“It’s a date.”

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair.

“At Seungkwan’s, why?”

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him.

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand.

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist.

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door.

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat.

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you.

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose.

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.”

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim.

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.”

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.”

“Why Christmas?”

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.”

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.”

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head.

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with an amazing partner.

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.”

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?”

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open.

“Mama!”

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid.

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?”

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.”

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.”

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back.

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!”

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?”

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?”

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore.

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder.

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows.

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes.

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”

#hoshi fic #hoshi x reader #svt creations #caratwritersclub #thekpopnetwork #svt fic #svt scenarios #soonyoung fic

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junewild · 3 years

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may we have your cupcake recipe? <3

HELL YEAH, thank u anon. i’ll give you vanilla, citrus, spice, and chocolate cupcakes & if you want anything else let me know! this is going to be stream-of-consciousness rather than linear recipe, because unfortunately that is how i bake. if you want a linear recipe, let me know which particular set of pieces you want and i can write it up for you. i’ll even guesstimate times and such.

BEFORE YOU READ FURTHER: this is very long. if you are not into cupcakes, bookmark this for later when you suddenly decide to make cupcakes and keep scrolling. now with new added read more for additional readability <3

making cupcakes takes me about two hours if i’m doing two batches or an hour and a half if i’m doing one. it might take you a little longer the first time because you don’t quite know what order to do things in or how long everything takes. i like to start my fillings first because they take longer to be ready, then turn on my oven, then mix my batter, then make the frosting while cupcakes are baking.

SUPPLIES

you will need: a cupcake tin, cupcake wrappers, at least one large mixing bowl (2 is recommended to avoid a lot of washing dishes between steps), a hand mixer or a lot of elbow grease, spatula, whisk, small bowl, a small grater or microplaner, a piping tip + bag (or just a plastic bag with a hole cut in one corner) and at least one saucepan or small frying pan. measuring spoons/cups are useful but i’ve tried to include thicknesses and alternatives so you can eyeball it if you have to (i usually do, just because i know what i’m looking for lol)

you will also need some of the following (check your specific cupcake type to find out which): a box of cake mix or ingredients to make your own cake mix, cream cheese, condensed milk, butter, powdered sugar, lemons/limes/oranges, chocolate, vanilla extract (real is recommended; i know it’s more expensive but the increase in quality is worth it if you can), lemon extract, heavy cream, pumpkin pie spice (or at least nutmeg + cinnamon), and fruit of your choice.

CUPCAKE

okay so: box mix is fine. it’s good. great, even. as long as you do this: replace the oil with butter. add an extra egg. i don’t care how many eggs it calls for. i know it feels like a lot of eggs. add an egg anyway. add a sprinkle of extra salt. a tsp or so. you’ve already made a good cupcake!

vanilla:

add a tablespoon (about three capfuls, if you don’t have measuring spoons) of REAL vanilla extract if you can afford it (or i really like the vanilla paste that has specks of bean in it. 10/10)

citrus:

one teaspoon (one capful) vanilla extract. two-ish teaspoons of lemon extract. zest of one lemon. zest of one orange (i like blood orange particularly much) or lime. replace 1/2 cup of the water with lemon and lime or orange juice. add about a tbsp of extra sugar.

spice:

two teaspoons pumpkin pie spice (you can see the spice in the batter without it discoloring the batter) + one tablespoon vanilla extract.

chocolate:

it’s already perfect xoxo. JUST KIDDING. add a tablespoon of vanilla extract.

instructions:

these ratios are for 24 cupcakes. take your cupcake pan and line it with cupcake papers. you can grease the top of the pan if you’re anxious, but it shouldn’t be necessary, especially if you have a nonstick pan. then just mix your batter until it’s not particularly lumpy and fill your cupcake papers about a third of the way full. a quarter cup measure is easiest for me to use bc the amount that easily comes out of it is about the right amount & it drips less than a spoon does. then i like to use a spoon to push the batter up the sides a little so it holds the fillings better.

FILLINGS

you can mix and match the hell out of these, honestly. i typically do cheesecake in everything & then fruit in vanilla or citrus cupcakes, specifically apple or cranberry in spice cupcakes, & chocolate in vanilla or chocolate cupcakes.

cheesecake:

one package softened cream cheese + 10 oz (2/3 a 14 oz can) condensed milk. stir on low heat until smooth, then add 2 teaspoons vanilla extract. DON’T add sugar. it’s not supposed to be very sweet.

fruit compote:

literally just half a cup or so of frozen or fresh fruit. i’ve done this with raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, cranberries, apples (fresh and cubed is best), and peaches. anything is fair game, honestly. i want to try stewed kumquats and plums at some point. if frozen, add a tiny bit of water. if fresh, add about as much water as you have fruit. squeeze some lemon and lime in there. add sugar to taste. for the apple spice mix, add another teaspoon of vanilla and a teaspoon of pumpkin pie spice.

IMPORTANT: you do NOT want this to be sweet. this is NOT jam. it should be a little tart when you taste it. if it’s not thick enough, slurry a tbsp of cornstarch in a little bit of cold water and stir it in. it should be thick enough to not drip off of a spoon when you turn it upside down.

ganache:

heat a cup of heavy cream on very low heat. i like to do a double boiler: saucepan half-full of water, bowl full of cream in the saucepan. when the cream is warm, stir in most of a package of dark chocolate chips. stir HARD—whisk the shit out of it. DO NOT let any of the water get into the bowl!! you want the ganache to be gloppy when you lift it with a spoon—it has to not soak into the cupcake mix.

instructions:

so you have your 1/3 full cupcake wrappers with the batter spooned a little bit up the sides. using a small kitchen spoon, drop a spoonful of cheesecake into each cupcake. then top that with a spoonful of ganache or a spoonful of fruit compote (or both! it’s your kitchen!). spoon batter over the top and down the sides. fully covered, it should come to just under the top of the cupcake wrapper—i usually have 1/4 to 1/8 of an inch grace.

pop that in the oven according to the box instructions. i usually find that cupcakes with fillings take the longer time listed, rather than the shortest one. when your time goes off, touch the top of a cupcake. if it feels firm (think: ripe plum; you can push on it and it’s soft but it doesn’t cave in), it’s probably done. you can also put a toothpick down one of the sides, rather than the middle. pull your cupcakes out of the oven, put in your second batch, and set these aside to cool.

FROSTINGS

there are two frostings that go well here. i tend to like buttercream for vanilla and citrus and cream cheese for apple spice and chocolate. your mileage may vary. this is where the sweetness comes from, without overwhelming the cupcake!

buttercream:

let two sticks of butter (one unsalted and one salted) soften on your countertop. DON’T melt them. when they’re room temperature and you could mold them with your fingers, put them in a bowl. a mixer is best for this stage, but you can do it with a whisk and spatula if you’re determined, have patience, or can switch out with someone else. whip the butter a little. add five cups of powdered sugar, a cup at a time.

for a vanilla cupcake, add a tablespoon of vanilla extract (or vanilla paste! the specks are SO cool looking!) and use heavy cream to even out the texture until you think it’s pipeable (you’re looking for “holds its shape without being Chunky”). for a citrus cupcake, add a teaspoon of citrus extract and lime juice until it’s pipeable. two sticks of butter is too much, but one stick usually isn’t quite enough, and i prefer to have extra to practice piping with.

cream cheese frosting:

let one package (8oz) of cream cheese soften on your countertop. mix it in a bowl until smooth. add about four cups (3/4 a regular water cup, i think) of powdered sugar—again, we’re looking for “pipeable without being inflexible”. add a tablespoon of vanilla extract/paste and use heavy cream if you need to soften the texture at all.

both of these frostings take coloring very well. something that i personally love is doing a sort of gradient, where i’ll add red to one side and mix it well, yellow to another side and mix it well, make some orange in the middle, and leave some white here and there. then spoon from each section into a piping bag and voila, free beautiful swirls. you can also use a knife to frost your cupcakes, but i think piping is fairly easy to pick up on if you try it a few times, and it makes your cupcakes look that much more professional.

instructions:

make SURE your cupcakes are COOL TO THE TOUCH before you frost them! pop them in the fridge if you’re in a hurry! a single layer of piping should be enough, but decorate if you want. icing sugar is pretty. don’t go too overboard with sprinkles—they make it hard to eat.

voila! cupcakes.

SUBSTITUTIONS

i have made these gluten-free, dairy-free, corn-free, vegan, etc etc. gluten free box mix is fine. your own powdered sugar (powdered sugar + tapioca starch) is great. you can do a coconut milk pudding instead of cheesecake or ganache. you can do baking soda + vinegar instead of baking powder (1/4 tsp bs + 1/2 tsp vinegar per tsp baking powder). if you’re allergic to fruit, i am SO SORRY for you but please try the chocolate ones. you can substitute any extract, any flavor profile, any combination of ingredients. if you’re using a commercial egg substitute, just add an extra 1/4 cup of it. if you’re using flaxseed, just add an extra tablespoon of flaxseed + 3 tablespoons water.

it may not come out exactly the same as the standard ones, but my friends with dietary restrictions still swear by them. i have never brought cupcakes home from a party. i don’t think anyone who’s ever tried one has not gotten a second helping. people who swear they aren’t cupcake people love these cupcakes. (it’s because they aren’t overly sweet or moist or dry and they aren’t one-note, because the fillings add complexity of texture and flavor. there you go, now you know how to describe your new cupcakes to people).

congrats! you’re about to be everyone’s favorite party guest!

#personal #askposting #i apologize in advance for how much is in here ❤️#i’ll try to put a read more on this when i get on a laptop #most of these recipes are not Mine in that i did not solely invent them. however i have altered them & mixed & matched them & etc etc #so they’re yours now

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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What Baking Can Do (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: Rosé keeps making food for Denali as a way of expressing her crush, not knowing that Denali feels the same way.

A/N: Writing has been slow for me lately, but I'm glad I was able to finish this! It's basically just pure fluff, and I hope you enjoy! Please leave some feedback if you'd like, I really appreciate it! Thank you to Writ for betaing!

Title from the song from Waitress because I'm basic.

Rosé might live in the city now, but in the small southern town where she spent most of her childhood, every woman had an arsenal of pie and casserole recipes to whip out at a moment’s notice for birthdays, funerals, and new neighbors.

Rosé just so happens to have a new neighbor, and as she knocks on the door, a fresh strawberry pie in one hand, she feels the pride her mother must have felt in welcoming someone new, giving them a nice gift.

Even if she’s already friends with the new neighbor she’s welcoming.

“You didn’t have to do this, Rosie,” Denali says as she takes the pie, a huge smile on her face showing her dimples. “I mean, we’re already friends. Hell, I should make you something for telling me about this apartment in the first place.”

It’s true that Rosé had gone right to Denali when she found out the apartment was up for sale, knowing that she and her roommate Kahmora hated the tiny apartment they had, with the shower that always broke and the heat that never went on. She was just helping out a friend. A friend she’s just happened to have a crush on for a year now, since the night Jan introduced them at some club.

“It’s nothing,” Rosé insists. “You know I like to bake.”

“Why complain, Denali?” Kahmora asks. “It’s food that’s actually edible.”

“My food is perfectly edible!” Denali sputters. She bites her lip as Kahmora stares, and nods in admittance to herself. “Look, no one’s ever died from eating my cooking.”

“No one’s ever really enjoyed it, either,” Kahmora mumbles under her breath.

Rosé holds back a smile. Denali’s struggles in the kitchen have been well-known in the time Rosé’s known her, with Rosé’s favorite being the pancakes that Denali somehow burnt and left raw at the same time. She’s always been so busy with skating and work that she never got much practice at cooking, and Rosé pushes away the thought of teaching her, of her hand curling around Denali's as they mix ingredients.

“Keep mumbling, Kahmora. Maybe I’ll eat the whole pie myself.”

“I’ll see you, Denali.” Rosé leaves them to fight over the pie and heads back down the hall, passing apartments full of people she’d welcomed with food at one point. There’s Kylie and her roommates Ra’jah and Scarlet, who loved the peach cobbler Rosé made. Then Brooke and Vanessa, who demolished her chocolate cake, next door to Raja and Manila, who she still makes almond tarts for from time to time. It’s Rosé’s favorite part of making something, really--to have someone love it so much. Rosé thinks of the smile on Denali’s face and knows this won’t be the last time she makes her something.

—-

Rosé’s normally much smoother, more confident. If Denali were anyone else, Rosé would’ve been open about her crush and already asked her out months ago. But there’s something different about Denali, something that makes Rosé hesitant to take such a leap, to confess her feelings, because if it ruins things between them, then she’d lose a friend she really cares about.

Food is safer than feelings, so Rosé ignores everything and busies herself in making dinner, not realizing how much spaghetti she’s making until it’s all piled in the bowl. There’s enough to feed a village, even after she and Jan eat. Rosé stares at the bowl and figures Denali wouldn’t mind some.

Her heart leaps into her throat when Denali opens the door. Her hair is up in a bun and she looks adorable in her tie dye sweatshirt, soft and sweet in a way that makes Rosé’s chest hurt.

“I made way too much food,” Rosé says, handing Denali the bowl. “I didn’t want to waste it, so I figured I’d give you some.”

“Thank you.” Denali flashes her dimples. “Hey, do you want to come in? Kahmora’s out with some friends.”

“Sure.” Rosé follows close behind Denali, moving past boxes she hasn't unpacked yet on their way to the kitchen. The apartment feels like Denali already, with sneakers by the door and video games in the living room.

Denali hums with joy as she eats the first bite, and Rosé grins, her body buzzing with that rush of someone loving what she made. No matter how many times it happens, it will always be special to her.

“How was work?” Rosé asks.

“It was good! My coffee tasted so good this morning, and all my lessons went well, and I saw this adorable dog—not as adorable as you, Donut,” Denali adds to her dog, who’s curled up under the table.

Rosé just laughs as Denali talks, and it’s easy. So easy. Easy being friends like this, just talking and laughing. Watching Denali’s eyes widen and listen to her laugh just makes Rosé like her more, but it also makes her want to hold back on admitting her crush a bit more. Because the more she likes Denali, the more she has to lose if things go wrong.

Denali bursts into laughter as Rosé shares stories of her day, and it’s enough.

—-

It’s nice, knowing Denali is open to accepting leftovers. Rosé usually makes small recipes for her and Jan, and it’s nice to make whatever she wants, even if it feeds a crowd, and just bring some down the hall instead of giving herself a headache trying to halve fractions of ingredients.

She makes chicken and potatoes and cookies and brownies, extras carefully wrapped up and delivered to Denali, each one letting them have time to talk and just be around each other. They talk about work, about friends, about funny things Donut did that day. And Rosé loves every second of it.

Rosé finds herself making more things than she probably should, but she can’t help it. Cooking started out as a stress reliever for her, when she and Jan were up to their eyes in paperwork trying to open the dance and vocal studio. Jan suggested she make something to relax, and Rosé remembered how much she had loved to be at her mother’s side when she was little, watching her roll out pie crust. She remembered how much she loved creating something out of a pile of ingredients, the soothing repetition of mixing batter, the joy of watching someone eat what she made.

She’s made things all the time since, and part of her knows she’s making more now just so she can give them to Denali. Jan’s always teased her for baking enough to run a bakery when she’s in love, and Rosé doesn’t want to admit how true it is. Because baking is a form of love for her, a way of transforming her love and work into something people can eat. A way of caring for them and loving them at the same time.

Not that Denali knows any of that.

---

Denali sighs as she shuffles to the elevator after the skating class from hell. She had parents almost fight her because costumes haven’t come in yet, like Denali controls the mail, then yell at her some more for not giving their kid the solo in the group performance.

Rosé slips in the elevator with her, and Denali smiles a bit just seeing her, with her big green eyes and soft red waves. Rosé always makes her happy, since the night they met, and being around her just feels right to Denali. So right that Denali likes to invite her in when she drops off food, just for an excuse to spend more time with her. So right that Denali wishes they could do it all the time, that they could always be close, maybe even close enough to kiss--but no, they’re nothing more than friends. Especially not when Denali is standing here in old sweatpants and smelling like a skating rink locker room. How could Rosé ever like her back anyway? She makes fancy pastries with fancy names and Denali almost set ramen on fire once.

“Rough day?” Rosé asks.

Denali groans as her answer. “If I ever become a parent, please don’t let me be like the ones at the skating rink.”

Rosé snorts. “Tell me about it. I’ve had parents follow me to the parking lot because their kid isn’t famous yet.”

Denali manages a smile. It’s nice to know she isn’t the only one, that someone else understands.

“Is there anything I can do?” Rosé asks.

Denali’s heart flutters at how she’s always so caring, so kind. Just friends, they’re just friends. “I don’t think so. I’ll probably just take a bath and watch TV. Thanks, though.”

“Of course.”

They head to their own apartments, and Denali soaks in the tub until the water runs cold, the stress of the day leaving her.

There’s a knock on her door as she turns on the TV. Denali groans and throws the door open, only to find a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the welcome mat.

Still warm.

---

Rosé turns down the hall and almost smacks into her neighbor, Kylie, who’s on her way to walk her dog. Gizmo licks happily at Rosé’s ankle, and she would pet him like she normally does, but her hands are full of the pan that might be just a little too big, if Kylie’s staring is any indication.

“What’s that?”

“Mac and cheese I made for Denali.”

Kylie blinks at her. “Hun, are you sure that’s for Denali and not a school cafeteria?”

“Well, I mean, she can freeze it if she wants,” Rosé stammers.

“I hope she’s got a big freezer.” Kylie looks at her thoughtfully. Rosé’s always thought Kylie has some sixth sense, able to figure out your feelings and what you need to hear just from looking at you, and she’s about to be on the receiving end of it. “You should tell her,” Kylie says softly.

Rosé doesn’t bother to ask how she knows. “I don’t—I don’t want to lose her if she doesn’t feel the same way,” Rosé says, eyes on the floor.

“I don’t think you have to worry.” Kylie heads for the stairs, and Rosé stands in the hall like an idiot before taking a breath and going to Denali’s door.

Someday. Maybe someday she’ll tell her.

—-

Denali knocks on Rosé’s apartment, trying to calm her heart. There’s no reason for it to be racing like this, not when she’s knocked on Rosé’s door to bring back her food containers a dozen times. Not when she talks to Rosé almost every day.

Denali isn’t sure if she’s disappointed or relieved when Jan opens the door.

“I just wanted to bring Rosé her plate back,” Denali says.

Jan nods. “I’ll give it to her. You can come in, if you want. There’s some leftover blondies on the counter.”

Denali follows her inside, taking in the apartment with wide eyes like she’s never seen it before. Being in the kitchen feels special, like she’s in Rosé’s sacred space. Denali peeks at the soft pink stand mixer and utensils beside it, at the worn recipe box and well-used cookbooks on the other counter. She thinks of Rosé standing here, carefully measuring out ingredients, flour in her red hair, and her heart tugs painfully. What she would give to be around Rosé in her element like this, at her side while she cooks. “She really likes cooking, huh?”

Jan rolls her eyes. “You have no idea. She loves cooking for people, especially when she really likes them. It’s basically her love language. When she was with her last girlfriend, this place was like a freaking bakery. Not that I’m complaining, because her stuff is amazing. Even if she makes a giant mess of the place.”

“It is,” Denali says, but then she freezes as Jan’s words hit. Especially when she really likes them. Does that mean Rosé likes her? Likes her as more than a friend, if she cooks this much when she really likes someone? If cooking is her love language? It’s normal for Rosé to cook a lot, Jan said so. And Rosé still cooks for other people, has her friend Lagoona over for dinner every week. But Denali thinks of how many carefully-wrapped plates and full containers Rosé has given her the past few months, juicy chicken and thick soups and buttery shortbread cookies, and knows it’s more than anyone else has gotten. Rosé likes her, and the food is her way of showing it.

Denali usually isn’t so oblivious. Then again, she usually isn’t so hesitant around her crushes either. But maybe she was so oblivious and hesitant with Rosé because she didn’t possibly think Rosé could like her back.

But Rosé does. She likes Denali.

And if food is love to Rosé, then Denali has an idea.

---

Rosé hums as she unlocks her apartment. Jan has a date tonight, so it’s just her, and she’s really in the mood for takeout. Maybe she’ll order from that Chinese place--

Rosé drops her keys when sees someone in the apartment, and she drops her heart when she realizes the person is Denali. Denali, who’s standing in her living room for some reason.

“Um, not that I’m not happy to see you, Denali,” Rosé says, easing her way inside, “But what the hell?”

Denali’s cheeks are flushed and some hair has escaped her ponytail, and her smile is one of the brightest she’s ever seen. “Jan let me in so I could surprise you.”

“Well, I’m definitely surprised.”

“But not surprised enough,” Denali gloats.

“There’s more? Haven’t I had enough near-heart attacks today?”

Denali just smirks and leads her into the kitchen, where Rosé sees the table laid out with candles and a fancy tablecloth and huge platters of food.

“I thought I’d cook for you for a change,” Denali says. “I’m not the greatest, but they’re my mom’s recipes and I had her FaceTime me to help, and I don’t think you’ll get food poisoning or anything—“

“You cooked for me,” Rosé says softly, looking at Denali in awe.

“I did.” Denali bites her lip, and her cheeks flush even more. “Rosé, I--I realized how much cooking means to you. And what you were trying to tell me with your food. I want to tell you that I...I feel the same way. I like you, I’m trying to say, and that’s why I wanted to cook for you.”

Rosé reaches for Denali’s hand, squeezing it gently for proof that this is real. That Denali really does like her too. That Denali took all the love Rosé puts into her cooking and gave it back to her. “I like you so much, Denali. For a while now. I just wasn’t sure if you--”

“Well I wasn’t sure if you would like me,” Denali laughs softly.

Rosé snorts. “We could’ve done this a while ago if we weren’t idiots.”

“But we’re doing it now.” And then Denali is leaning in, her lips meeting Rosé’s like coming home. Denali’s kiss is soft and sweet, just like her, warm and passionate yet still gentle. It’s everything Rosé has dreamt of, and she can’t resist going back in for another.

And another.

“Hey, the food’s gonna get cold,” Denali says, and they laugh all the way to the table.

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evermorehaikyuu · 4 years

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Day 18

Title: Not Even Friends

Note: I was honestly thinking of making this an angst to fluff for like two seconds. And then I told myself, “Nah.” Enjoy the deathless angst.

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Let’s go together someday. For now it’s painted black.

“I think our school motto matches you perfectly, if I’m being honest, Suna.” Y/N said as they walked along the frigid roads, both of them snug in their scarves, mittens and beanies. Her breath appeared in wispy slabs of pale air, causing Suna to look over at her.

“What do you mean?” Suna asked, curious as to what Y/N was saying. Y/N was his best friend since forever, he couldn’t recall the moments where she was never there for him or vice versa. Most of their talks always included a certain element to it, something only both of them had. Without fail, Suna would listen to her attentively, as if she was the only person in the world.

“You don’t like memories, nor do you need them, according to you anyways.” She looked up at the sky, a small smile on her face as dark swirls of clouds started approaching. Of course. There was a heavy snowfall coming in. “It’s something not...necessary for you.”

Suna had a placid expression as he answered, “Well, the memories I do like to look back on are our memories.”

The statement made him think he did the right thing as she looked over at him, joy in her eyes. “So you’re saying anything else is fair game?”

“You could say that. Are you coming over to my place? It’s getting colder.”

“Bold of you to assume I wasn’t coming anyways.”

Inside of Suna’s warm house, they dropped everything and he quickly made his way over to the kitchen, getting mugs to make hot chocolate. Y/N was at his side in a flash, already gracefully grabbing the rest of the ingredients. It was something they did often, but everytime he imagined something that he never thought he’d imagine before.

He imagined them in their own little cottage, with no problems in their lives and no worries ever. He pictured him coming home from work and walking over to her to give her a hug and a long kiss. The smell of the food he could come home to. Both of them dancing in the kitchen like a duo of elegant dancers to prepare the perfect dessert that they’d both share. Waking up at 3 am and slow dancing in the kitchen.

So many dreams, and yet, he tried to shake it away. Y/N was only his best friend, he should not have been having thoughts like those.

“Hey Suna, wake up, I finished.” Y/N said, grinning at him happily as she held out a black steaming mug with the tips of her fingers, trying not to burn herself.

He took it gratefully, the warmth soothing his icy fingers. Sipping it, he stared as she started humming and putting everything away. She had prepared it just the way he loved it. It was common, after all these years, but she knew him like the back of his hand. If there were memories he did need, it was those moments where it was just the two of them together.

“Suna, I’ve been talking to you for the past minute, you okay? Do you have a fever?” Y/N looked over at him worriedly. It was the same flash of worry when she didn’t have a reason to worry. He could only remember that she’d cry whenever she felt like he was going to cry when they were younger. Y/N had always been there, been ahead, taken care of him and done all of that without needing compensation. She walked over to him and gently placed the back of her hand against his forehead. “No, you seem okay.”

Her touch was something he craved seconds after she pulled away. They continued talking late into the night, yet nothing could prepare him for what his eyes were doing out of their own accord and lead to a result. His eyes flickered over at her hands curled around her mug; how her eyes squinted every now and then as she focused at nothing at all; how her lips tilted upwards after she took a sip; her body leaning against the counter casually.

Huh. He had never noticed all of this before.

Yet...that winter night had introduced to him a perspective of her that he had never seen before.

I didn’t think it’d happen. And somehow, I decided to take the path that’d lead to you anyways.

Days went by and it was impossible not to notice how Suna’s eyes would light up at the sound of Y/N’s voice or just the sight of her. The twins noticed this, Akagi and Aran noticed this, hell, the whole team noticed it.

“I don’t know what to do.” Suna sighed as he started stretching alongside Osamu.

“Well, just go and talk to her, it can’t be that bad.” Osamu replied bluntly.

“I don’t know why I came to you for advice.” Suna rolled his eyes and decided to go to Kita after practice. He might have been the one with better advice than the twins, for the stars’ sakes.

When Suna and Kita started walking back home together, Kita asked simply, “Is everything okay? You’re usually walking home with someone else.” From his tone of voice, he knew that something was up, which was the exact reason Suna trusted him most.

He took a deep breath. “So say that there’s this girl, right? Hypothetically, you’ve known her all your life and she cares so much for you, even when she shouldn’t. She’s your best friend but if you told her how you felt, you might be turned down and the friendship would be ruined. What would you do?”

Kita paused for a second, his brows furrowing. “It sounds like you have a handful on your plate. I think the best thing for you to do here is just confess, if we’re talking hypothetically.” If Kita was anything, he was intelligent and very observant. This wasn’t hypothetical and he knew it. But his advice was genuine and Suna decided to take it.

“Just straight up confess? What if she rejects me?”

“Well, that’s another problem, but I don’t think she will. If it helps, rejection is another passage of life and--”

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it.” Suna cut him off, knowing that Kita would start saying words of wisdom and he didn’t know if he would be able to listen to the whole lecture. Suna started preparing himself mentally and planning what he would do. It had to be perfect, he didn’t want to mess this up.

But how could you mess something up if it’s already been messed up for you?

On the day that Suna had a bag full of Y/N’s favorite snacks, Atsumu went up to him and asked, “Why do ya have so much food? Wait, is it for--”

Suna glared at him and nodded. He knew that if he told Osamu something, chances were that the information would be relayed to his older brother. Osamu didn’t disappoint. Atsumu nodded and said, “You must love her a lot to buy all of this for her.”

“I wouldn’t call it love exactly.” But what else could you call a feeling of absolute joy when you saw the one person that you could never see in the same perspective again?

He started moving around the campus to find Y/N and confess to her. He spotted her from afar and with a small smile on his face, he started moving to go and say something to her. “Y/N. Y/N!” He started walking faster, trying to get to her until he stopped in his tracks, noticing someone had gotten there before him.

Why was Kita there?

Kita, what are you-- Suna’s eyes widened as he saw him kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her waist, leading her away. Y/N had not made any signal to have heard him, but the look of pure adoration on her face was enough to make Suna crumble. That look was not for him. It was for the male that he had confided in and trusted and cared about deeply.

Suna could only stand there, the bag in his hand dropping to the floor as he stared at their receding backs, his lower lip quivering as he felt his throat close up. His heart was shattering and he could hear it as well as sense it.

He had lost the girl he wanted to keep for the rest of his life and his best friend.

I’m too late again.

“Suna? What’s wrong?” Aran had just come up next to him and Suna turned to look at him, trying to blink tears back and put up his usual monotonous expression. But Aran knew something was going on, even through the facade. “Hey. What happened?”

Suna’s voice cracked as he tried to speak before hiding his face in his hands, salty and wet tears already sliding through his fingers. He attempted to hide his real emotions, failing immediately. “I trusted him and--”

“Oh…”

Suna was led back to his place, trying to stifle his sobs the whole way. The snack bag was abandoned at the campus. Maybe someone else would get it, but he didn’t care. It wouldn’t be for her so it didn’t matter.

He was finally home alone and that’s when he started to scream, cursing every single thing he could think of. He cursed himself for being stupid and naive, he cursed himself for thinking he could hold a candle to Kita, he cursed himself for falling for his best friend.

Suna sank into a chair and dissolved into uncontrolled sobs, one hand over his face as heartbreaking and gut wrenching bawls came out of him. He didn’t hold back, he had held the mask up for too long and this was the consequence. Through his tears he could see Y/N’s face towards Kita and that made him break down again.

He didn’t remember getting into bed. He didn’t remember anything but that smile and how it was for someone he had wholeheartedly trusted.

There are things I wish I could tell you, but it’d be too insensitive of me when it’s not me you’re in love with.

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leiascully · 4 years

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Fic: Five Bets Eliot Lost (Mostly On Purpose) And One He Didn’t (Leverage, OT3, T)

4700/16500 words; T for swearing and references to sex; Eliot and Hardison finally go fishing; read on AO3

Part 1/5: Triple Chocolate Cookies Part 2/5: Three Garlic Pasta Part 3/5: Three Bean Chili

"You know what I was thinking?" Hardison said out of the blue one day when they were between jobs.

"Do I look like a mind reader?" Eliot asked, which gave him a little pang, because it was something his momma used to say.

"I was thinking we never did get to go fishing," Hardison said, ignoring him. "You know, our special little date you set up."

"It wasn't a date," Eliot growled. "It was a regular boys' trip."

"Yeah, you know those are all dates, right?" Hardison drawled.

Eliot frowned. "It's not a date when you eat at the bait shop."

"Oh, you weren't gonna take me to the bait shop," Hardison said. "No sir. We were gonna bring all those fish home and fry 'em up and that's what you were going to feed me. Not some kind of bait shop sandwich with plastic cheese on it, all full of salmonella and what have you."

"You don't know what you're missing," Eliot said, shaking his head. "Eating at the bait shop is an experience."

"It's not an experience I need to have," Hardison said.

"Well, too bad, I guess," Eliot told him, and grinned. "Because we're going fishing."

"That's good," Hardison said, "because I did get us these fishing licenses." He brandished two pieces of paper.

"You paid for 'em?" Eliot asked. Hardison nodded. "Huh. Figured you'd just hack the system or whatever."

"And have you take me on the kind of date where we get arrested?" Hardison demanded. It hit something inside Eliot every time Hardison insisted it was a date. He was going to do his damndest not to think about it, he decided. Hardison was still talking. "I'm not going down because some hat-wearing Game and Fish Commission dude needs to meet his quota for the month. Besides, you're paying for lunch and reels and worms or whatever. Seemed fair."

"That's how I know it's not a date," Eliot said, squinting sideways up at Hardison. "Because when I take someone on a date, they don't pay for anything. It's all taken care of." It was just banter, obviously. He wasn't flirting with Hardison. But they'd always gone back and forth, just normal stuff, because he'd never been able to resist messing with a guy with a brain as big as Hardison's.

"Yeah, yeah," Hardison said. "It's the twenty-first century, man. Everybody splits the check." He clapped Eliot on the shoulder. "Let's go fishing."

"Find us a spot," Eliot told him, and Hardison's eyes lit up a little.

They found a sweet little spot out by the river and set up the folding chairs and the rods Eliot had bought at the bait shop. He could have rented them, but maybe if they owned the damn things, he'd be able to talk Hardison into going fishing again. They rarely got the chance to spend time together, just the two of them. Eliot had spent pretty much his whole childhood hanging out down at the river with the boys. It was nice to feel like he could salvage some of that with Hardison.

"We are eating whatever is in those takeout boxes before I'm touching any worms," Hardison declared, and Eliot grinned at him.

"Prepare for an experience you'll never forget," he told Hardison, and brought out two styrofoam containers of fried fish, slaw, and hushpuppies. There was beer to wash it down, and a couple of homemade fried pies to top it off — none of it the best Eliot had ever had, but all of it good. Something about the fresh air and the sound of the rushing river gave it an extra flavor.

"All right," Hardison said when they were done and he'd licked the last of the peach filling from the pie off his fingers. "That wasn't the worst."

"I told you," Eliot said.

Hardison nodded. "You did. You really did."

"And now," Eliot said, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together, "we fish."

"That is what we're here for," Hardison said. "Although I'll be honest with you, I kind of always though 'going fishing' was just a euphemism."

"For drinking beer?" Eliot said. "I mean, you're not wrong. There's a lot of beer drinking."

Hardison shrugged. "That and other things."

"Uh huh," Eliot said. He wasn't going to pretend not to know what Hardison meant. He done a little bit of everything down by the river those last few summers at home, or at least experienced a little bit of everything.

"Just sayin'," Hardison said, holding up his hands.

"You thought I invited you down to the river to fool around, huh?" Eliot asked.

"I mean, not this time," Hardison said. "I invited you." He rubbed his hands together. "So are we going to fish or what?"

"We are definitely going to fish," Eliot said. "Just...fish."

"You're gonna have to show me," Hardison said, and Eliot grinned. They started at the beginning: threading the line through the supports on the rod, tying on a hook, adding the worms that Hardison was so disgusted by. Eliot could have gotten other bait, but it was funny to watch Hardison squirm.

"Now cast your hook out into the water," Eliot said.

"Okay," Hardison said, giving him one of those looks. "How do I do that?"

"Just" — Eliot mimed flicking the rod — "put it out there."

"Show me," Hardison said, and Eliot picked up his rod. "No, show me, like, move my arm. I'm not gonna learn by watching you. I'm one of those kinesthetic learners. I need to feel it."

"Uh, sure," Eliot said. "I'll just, uh...here, stand up." He stepped up behind Hardison and kind of put his arms around him a little. Hardison was taller than he was and Eliot's face was almost against the back of Hardison's shoulder. Hardison was wearing one of those waffle-looking shirts and he smelled like bergamot and some kind of woodsy deodorant. It worked on him. "It starts with the shoulder, that's where the power comes from." He patted Hardison's shoulder and then ran his hand down Hardison's arm. "It ends in the wrist. That's the finesse." He moved Hardison's arm back and forth. Goddamn, Hardison was strong. It wasn't exactly like he ever forgot that, since it was part of the calculations Eliot made for every job — if shit went south, he could rely on Hardison to get out, mostly — but he never really considered the physical reality of it either, unless they were both working out at the same time. But Hardison's arms were hard with muscle underneath the fabric of his shirt, and Eliot could feel the power in them as Hardison's arm pivoted smoothly with his guidance. "Like this."

"Uh huh," Hardison said in a serious voice. "I think I'm getting it. Just back and forth."

"Not just back and forth," Eliot said. He laid his arm out along the length of Hardison's and wrapped his fingers around Hardison's wrist. "It's all in the wrist, man. Just hold this down, pull back, and flick as you let go." Their arms moved together and Hardison's hook dropped neatly into the water. "Just like that."

"I might need help again later," Hardison said. "You know they say practice makes perfect."

"I'm here all day," Eliot said. "You want another beer? It might take a while to actually catch anything."

"Why the hell not," Hardison said. Eliot cracked open two more beers and Hardison clinked his can against Eliot's as they sat down. "To finally going fishing."

Eliot drank a healthy sip and slid his can into the cupholder built into the arm of his chair. He cast out into the river. It wasn't hard, but it did take practice to get the little flick just right. He'd gotten plenty of practice over the years — he'd been fishing since he was little, maybe five, first with his granddaddy and then his daddy and then his friends.

It wasn't like Hardison was wrong. He and his buddies had gone down to the river by themselves starting when they were twelve or so. They hadn't fooled around until they were in high school, when they'd go catch enough fish to come home with and then fill the rest of the hours with whatever they'd managed to steal out of their parents' liquor cabinets and cigarette packs. What the hell else were a bunch of teenage boys going to do but get tipsy and go skinny dipping? Whatever else had happened had just happened. Just a bunch of boys taking a test drive before the real deal. The fact that it had still happened after some of them had gotten laid was just a matter of opportunity.

The military had been like that too, and then thieving, since then: Eliot and all his brothers-in-arms just trying to get by and have a little fun in their off-time. Keeping the world safe for democracy got lonely It wasn't gay to give another man a hand job. His own damn hand just got so boring after a while, and there hadn't been any women in his combat unit. Wrapping his fist around another man's cock had been a favor, nothing more, because the other guy had always done it for him too. And getting a blow job from another man wasn't gay either, because Eliot had never been the one blowing. It wasn't like he'd tangled his fingers in the guy's hair or kissed any of them afterward. Well, maybe a couple of them, but when they swallowed, it only seemed polite to thank them with a kiss and a hand job. It wasn't gay. It wasn't like there'd been tongue. Much.

Okay, it was bi-curious at most. He'd probably thought about women anyway.

"Bet you I catch more fish," Hardison said, startling Eliot out of his thoughts.

"No way in hell," Eliot told him. "You can't even cast by yourself yet."

"I had a good teacher," Hardison said. "You wait and see how many fish I catch."

"Fine," Eliot said. "Loser buys dinner."

"Loser cooks dinner," Hardison said. "Because you're going to be preparing all these delicious fish I catch."

"Only if you win, which you're not gonna," Eliot said. "And if you do, you're gonna learn to clean a fish."

"That sounds terrible," Hardison said cheerfully. "How about you do it and I pretend to watch?"

"You've gotta catch at least five more fish than I do if you want to get out of cleaning duty," Eliot said.

"Done," Hardison said. He pointed at Eliot. "No backsies."

"What are you, a child?" Eliot asked.

"I am a fully grown adult man," Hardison said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Wanted in at least sixteen countries, and that doesn't even count the warrants."

"Hah," Eliot said. "I get it." He raised his beer to Hardison. Hardison grinned. Eliot felt a nibble on his line and ignored it. He didn't want to lose, but on the other hand, he wanted to see what would happen if Hardison won. The last time, he'd somehow ended up on their date, and it had been weird as hell, but also nice somehow. Eliot hadn't had any shortage of quote-unquote friends, but he hadn't been on a date in longer than he could remember. And he hadn't really felt like the third wheel, unless it was the third wheel of a tricycle. He'd felt like they wanted him there. Like it wouldn't have been the same without him. And now Hardison had basically insisted that this was kind of a date, whatever that meant.

Eliot had no fucking clue what the fuck was happening, if he was honest with himself.

"I feel something," Hardison said, sitting up and alert in his chair.

"All right, jerk your wrist back to set the hook," Eliot told him. "Still feel it?"

"Yeah," Hardison said, focusing in on the rod and the water in a way that gave Eliot a little tingle someplace he couldn't describe. Watching Hardison work really was something else.

"Keep the line taut," Eliot said. "Just reel it in slowly. If it fights, you tip the rod to give it a little room. Don't let the line out too far or the hook might slip and you'll lose it." He put his hand on Hardison's shoulder. The man had biceps, that was for sure. "Easy does it. Easy."

"This is as easy as I get," Hardison said, cranking the reel.

"You got this," Eliot told him.

There were a few tricky moments, but at the end of it, Hardison was triumphantly holding up a pretty little bass. Eliot freed it from the hook and dropped it in a bucket of water.

"That's one," Hardison said, holding up one finger. "And how many do you have? None?"

Eliot pretended to look around and turned to flip Hardison off. "Hey, man. Look at that. I got one too."

"Ha ha," Hardison said sarcastically.

They didn't catch a damn thing the whole rest of the afternoon. Eliot could have — he felt the fish nibbling, but he'd either let them go or yank at just the wrong moment or let too much line out. Hardison just didn't have the technique down. Eliot helped him cast a couple more times, but nothing seemed to want to take Hardison's bait.

They both looked at the one fish in the bucket and then at each other.

"How's chili sound for dinner?" Eliot asked after a moment.

"Yeah," Hardison said. "I could go for some chili. Maybe some cornbread."

"Don't push your luck," Eliot said, though he'd already been thinking about it himself.

"All right, all right," Hardison said. "I can eat my chili with Fritos like a regular person if you're not gonna put out."

Eliot tipped out the bucket into the river and the fish swam away. "No one in the history of food has ever used the phrase 'put out' in conjunction with the idea of cornbread, except to to say 'put out the cornbread on the table'."

"I'm an innovator," Hardison said. "Cutting edge."

"Just help me carry all this shit to the truck," Eliot told him, rolling his eyes and dumping the ice from the cooler out onto the edge of the river. They'd finished the beer a couple of hours ago, at least. The rods and the cooler and the chairs all went in the back of his truck and he and Hardison piled back in and drove back to the Bridgeport.

"Can't believe you didn't catch anything." Hardison said. "Fish in Oklahoma must just be easy, huh?"

"Guess so," Eliot said. "I sure caught more than my share back home." He smirked.

"I can imagine," Hardison said, and suddenly that was all Eliot was thinking about: Hardison thinking about the things Eliot had done down by the river. "Good clean wholesome country fun, no doubt."

"Nothing cleaner than skinny dipping," Eliot said, glancing at Hardison and then back at the road. He could at least have a little say in what Hardison was imagining. If that happened to be Eliot buck naked and golden from the summer sun, so be it. He glanced at Hardison again and caught just the curve of Hardison's smile as Hardison licked his lips. Eliot felt a shock spark through him like static.

What the fuck was he doing? Flirting with his teammate? With his other teammate's boyfriend? This wasn't a "what happens down at the river stays down at the river" situation. Parker and Hardison were pretty much all he had these days by way of friends he saw regularly. He couldn't mess with that. But Hardison was still smiling and seemed perfectly comfortable.

"Hey, babe," Parker said when they came in. She was studying something on a laptop. She turned in her seat to kiss Hardison. Eliot felt that spark again and remembered his dreams. He looked away. She sure as hell hadn't offered him a kiss. Maybe he was imagining this whole thing. Maybe they hadn't ever been flirting with him and he'd messed up all their date night plans that last time with the pasta.

"Hell yeah, I did," Hardison told her. "More than Eliot too, which means he's making dinner again."

"Nice," Parker said. "For everybody?"

Hardison shrugged. "I assume Nate and Sophie are out for the night, since nobody's called me to demand I work technological miracles on short notice."

"Fine with me." Parker hopped off her chair. "What's for dinner?"

"Chili," Eliot said. "And before you ask, no, it doesn't pair well with tiramisu."

"No more late-night tiramisu," Hardison said, putting his arms around Parker with an indulgent air. "You were bouncing off the walls for hours."

"You liked it," Parker told him, and her grin told Eliot everything he needed to know and more about exactly how much Hardison had liked it.

"I didn't say I didn't benefit from it," Hardison allowed, "but sometimes I need my sleep, baby. There's only so much one man can do."

"All right, all right," Eliot groused. It was too bad two men wasn't an option. Between them, surely they could tire out even a sugared-up and caffeinated Parker.

"Ice cream," Parker decided. "Yeah, definitely ice cream." She flashed them a smile. "I'll be back."

"I'm gonna watch the master work," Hardison said to Parker, following Eliot into the kitchen. "Don't forget there's only so much room in the freezer."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "If we eat it, that's not a problem."

"She's got a point," Eliot said. He washed his hands and flung a towel over his shoulder.

"First I learned to fish," Hardison said. "Now I'm going to learn to cook."

"Maybe you'll be better at cooking than you were at fishing," Eliot teased.

Hardison snorted. "Says the man who didn't catch even a minnow today."

"I was off my game," Eliot said.

"Missing your old fishing buddies, huh," Hardison said, leaning on the counter.

"Something like that." Eliot dug in the cabinets for one of his big dutch ovens, the cast iron ones. "If you want to cook chili, you start out with a big old pot."

"Looks like you could do reps with that one," Hardison said, miming bicep curls.

"Just about," Eliot said. He set it on the stove and pulled out the cutting board and an onion. "Mince your onion up. I like it in little pieces so it gets all melty. Some people like big chunks of onion, but that's their business." He minced a few cloves of garlic alongside it and turned on the heat under the pan. "Heat first. That's important. When the pan gets hot, then we add the oil, then we wait for that to heat up."

"I'm taking notes in my mind," Hardison said, tapping his temple. "Heat. Oil. Onions. Got it."

Eliot went to the fridge. He'd been meaning to make chili anyway — he had a packet of mixed ground pork and beef from the butcher, which meant either chili or burgers in his world. He pulled that out and grabbed a couple of bell peppers while he was at it. Hardison watched him lay everything out on the counter. Eliot held his hand over the metal bottom of the pot. Hot enough, he thought. He added some oil and watched it run along the perfect unstained enamel. One of these days, maybe he'd be in one place long enough to break his cookware in. His momma's chili pot had had a chip out of the top and it never looked completely clean inside. Too many Sunday dinners and weeknight soups. He shook his head and cut the tops off his bell peppers. The oil in the pot was shimmering. He scraped in the onions and garlic and let them sizzle. The scent of them immediately filled the kitchen.

"First the noise," he told Hardison. "Then you stir." He started dicing the bell peppers, peered over at the onions, and handed Hardison the big wooden spoon. "Stir."

"You get bossy in the kitchen, don't you?" Hardison asked, but he came around the counter and stood next to Eliot.

"I'm bossy everywhere," Eliot told him. "And it's saved your life more than once."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," Hardison said, poking the onions with the spoon. Eliot threw some salt in on top of them.

"I said stir 'em, not move 'em around one at a time," he teased.

"I had a lot of wrist action earlier," Hardison protested. "Go easy on me."

"Don't tell me you need me to teach you how to stir," Eliot said. "Smartest man I know. You can figure it out." He pulled a beer out of the fridge.

"Didn't get enough earlier?" Hardison joked.

"It's for the chili," Eliot told him. He peered around Hardison at the onions. "Stir 'em around again." Hardison scraped the spoon through the onions obediently. They were translucent enough, Eliot decided, and added the peppers to the pot.

"Keep stirring?" Hardison asked.

"You got it," Eliot said. He unstuck the paper around the packet of meat and unwrapped it.

"Mm," Hardison said unconvincingly, looking at the bloody rectangle.

"This is the good stuff," Eliot said. He dumped it into the pot. "Chop it up with the spoon as it turns brown." He mimed the action and Hardison mimicked him, separating the meat into chunks.

"Big or little pieces?" Hardison asked.

"Depends on what you like," Eliot said. "Smaller's easier to eat. Picks up the flavor better. Bigger keeps more of the meat taste and feels different in your mouth." He tossed in more salt on top of the meat, added chili powder and black pepper and oregano.

"Is that cocoa powder?" Hardison asked.

"Just a little," Eliot said, measuring it out on a teaspoon. "Gives it a little depth. That's what the beer's for too."

"And here I thought you were just rude," Hardison murmured.

"That too," Eliot said. He added cumin to the pot, hesitated, and then threw in a little more. Hardison sniffed appreciatively.

"This smells good, man," he told Eliot.

"Thanks," Eliot said.

"You use a recipe?" Hardison asked.

"Nah," Eliot said. "Just know what it's supposed to be like." He collected a can of tomatoes and three different kinds of beans from the pantry. If he was going to keep losing bets, he was going to keep making three-of-a-kind recipes and see if they ever even noticed. Black beans, pinto beans, and kidney beans made a hell of a chili anyway.

"Meat looks...brown," Hardison said.

"Good," Eliot said. He cracked open the beer and poured most of it into the pan, where it bubbled and steamed up in a cloud that made Hardison cough. Eliot laughed and took a swig of what was left. He offered the last swallow to Hardison. Hardison took it without hesitation. Eliot couldn't stop looking at the way Hardison's lips pressed against the mouth of the bottle, right where Eliot's had been. Hardison drained the dregs and set the bottle on the counter, his eyes on Eliot's. Eliot shivered. There'd been looks like that down by the river, those summers in high school: lazy, certain stares full of breathless heat. He didn't know anymore if he was imagining things.

He'd tried not to get in the way. They just kept including him. Maybe it was inevitable that he was having these kinds of thoughts about it. It had been a long damn time since anybody had made him feel as needed as the two of them did, or as wanted, or as welcome. Of course he had feelings about them now. Of course he dreamed about them.

"Eliot," Hardison said softly. "Earth to Eliot."

"Yeah," Eliot said, shaking it off. "Let the liquid cook off a little." He grabbed the can opener and opened the cans. He dumped the beans into a colander, all three cans, and rinsed them off.

"Three bean chili, huh?" Hardison said. "When one or two beans just won't do."

"Adds texture," Eliot said. Hardison didn't know enough about food to contradict him, and anyway, it was sort of true. He grabbed a spoon and tasted it. "It ain't Texas chili, but it'll do."

"Now what?" Hardison asked.

"Now we turn the heat down and let it simmer," Eliot told him. "And I guess we make cornbread, if you still want it."

"Hell yeah, I do," Hardison said.

"Then turn on the oven," Eliot said, "and throw that cast iron skillet in there."

"This one?" Hardison held it up.

"That's the one," Eliot told him, already measuring everything into a bowl. Cornbread came together fast. When the batter was all mixed together, he pulled out the hot skillet, melted some butter in it, and poured in the batter. It hissed and spat a little. He pushed it back into the oven.

"Kinda thought Parker would be back by now," he said.

Hardison shrugged. "You know Parker and sugar. She might be back in five minutes. Might be two hours."

"This'll take about half an hour," Eliot said.

"How will we pass the time," Hardison said, lounging against the counter.

"Not fishing, I'm guessing," Eliot said. He leaned on the counter next to Hardison. "Not unless you've still got that game."

"I do, but now that I know what the real thing is like, I don't know if I can go back," Hardison said. He smiled over at Eliot, slow and sweet. "All that fresh air, you know?"

"I'm back!" Parker said. She was carrying a tote bag that looked like it definitely contained more ice cream than three adults could or should eat. "I couldn't pick a flavor, so I just got all of them."

"Attagirl," Eliot said, pushing himself off the counter. "Go big."

"And then come home," Hardison said, pulling Parker close. He took the ice cream bag from her and looked through it. "Wow. You really did get everything."

"I told you so," Parker said. "Is it dinner yet?"

"Almost," Eliot said. "Just waiting on the cornbread."

"Yum," Parker said.

"I helped cook," Hardison said.

"He did," Eliot confirmed. "He's a good little sous chef. Stirs and everything."

"Sounds like you're a great team," Parker said, looking between them and smiling. "I like teamwork."

"Me too," Hardison said. He grinned at her and raised one eyebrow.

Eliot tried really damn hard not to read anything into that.

Dinner didn't feel like a date this time, but it did feel like family. They watched <i>Top Gun</i> afterwards, because apparently that was what they did now: dinner and a movie. Parker gave up on any pretense and swung her legs over Eliot's lap almost the minute he sat down. She put her head in Hardison's lap and Hardison stroked her hair. Neither of them said anything or even seemed to notice anything was strange. Eliot sighed to himself and rested his hand on her shin. It wasn't like she'd never touched him before. She'd flung her arm around his shoulder or jumped into his arms or poked at him a hundred times over the years. It just felt different now.

Nothing about his life was remotely like what he'd imagined when he'd been in high school. But it was all right. He had a damn good life.

"Pass me that fruity one," Parker said, sitting up so that she was leaning against Hardison, and Eliot handed her a gooey pint of ice cream. She dug her spoon into the container and grinned at him. He thought very briefly about how sweet she'd taste if he kissed her.

"Share," Hardison told her, and Parker held the spoon to his mouth, and Eliot thought about kissing him too. He picked up one of the other pints of ice cream and occupied his mouth and his mind with other sensations, real ones, cold and the bitter bite of chocolate and the smooth feeling of butterfat. It helped crowd the fantasies out of his head, at least for a little while.

It could have been worse. He could have fallen for Sophie.

#leverage fic #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #parker/hardison/eliot #my fic #team leverage ot3 #leverage ot3 fic #leverage

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A Never-Ending Feast

Yes, it is me again. Really we all should have expected this, but when Jester pulled out Heroes' Feast in episode 105, my friend alixcat basically said, yeah, you are writing a fic about Jester using Heroes' Feast right? And I was like....yeah, you right. I'm back on my Labor of Love bullshit 24/7. This one's for you!

Jester often shows love through acts of service, OR 5 times that Jester summoned a feast for others and the 1 time she made a feast for herself.

Bon appetit!

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Preview:

The trudge to the inn was a terrible one. It was one of those summer days that clung to your skin and sowed misery with the humidity. It was almost a relief for it to start raining, but as soon as it did the wind howled and shook the trees with intensity, and the sky cracked open with lightning and thunder. Yasha looked unbothered by the storm, but Beau grumbled and trudged her way through the front door of the inn looking like she had been personally insulted. It didn’t help that when they ordered food, all they received was burnt chicken and wilted vegetables coated in oil.

“I can’t believe we spent money on this shit,” Beauregard snapped, her temper hot and lashing like a whip. She cast a dirty look to the innkeeper, who plainly ignored it and continued on with their day.

“I know what will make us all feel better,” Jester said, fluttering her fingers with her excitement. “I have that new spell that makes the food! Everyone, let’s go upstairs to our room and I’ll make us a feast!”

“I’m down,” Fjord said, picking up a particularly sad looking green bean from his plate and watching it flop around in an extremely unappetizing manner, not that Jester ever believed that beans were good. They were one of those things that Mama swore were good for her, but if they were so good for her then maybe they ought to taste good too! Regardless of her feelings about green beans, the Mighty Nein all followed Jester up to their room, where she settled down on a blanket and pulled out her jewel encrusted goblet. For a moment she prayed, and then the Traveler’s energy pulsed through her.

What kind of feast shall it be today? Jester heard the Traveler ask.

I’m thinking...summer! The kind of things you would eat on a beautiful summer day, the kind of summer day that Beau would love, not whatever this shitty day is!

Magic overflowed from the goblet, and out from the ground plates patterned with flowers, and bowls of porcelain began to appear like they were sprouting flowers and tall grasses. Strawberry shortcakes with dollops of indulgent creams that were scented of vanilla and the zest of lemons, peach crumbles with layers of streusel flavored with the warming spices of ginger and cinnamon to give it just a punch of flavor. Scoops of coconut ice cream covered in toasted coconuts and topped with pineapple sauce and bright cherries. Bananas dipped in chocolate and covered in toasted nuts and strawberries, slices of banana cream pie and rhubarb pie.

Veth picked up a glass bowl containing a trifle half the size of her body, layers of cake soaked in rum, blueberry sauce, custard, berries, and jelly that was arranged like a large fruit display. Caleb began cutting slices of a pavlova, sweet toasted meringue garnished with kiwis, passionfruit, strawberries and cream. Yasha and Fjord were busy sharing a pineapple upside down cake and coconut ice cream, as Beau worked on her own plate that she stacked high with pies baked into jars.

“I’ve never had iced tea before,” Caduceus said, taking a long indulgent sip from a glass.“Would you like some?”

“Oh yes!” Jester said as she took the glass. It was iced tea as her Mama made it, the signature Nicodranas brew layered with black-citrus tea with sweetened condensed milk and coconut milk. Jester sighed as the flavors mingled on her tongue. She took a mouthful of streusel next, sighing as the tender peach melted her in mouth with the brown sugar and coconut and made the flavor of summer. She dipped forkfuls of banana cream pie in pineapple sauce, cut chocolate covered bananas to add to her slice of pavlova. She took indulgent sips of different drinks to refresh her palate and add more flavor, watermelon tea or frosted lemonade or fizzing fruity floats with scoops of ice cream that melted into foam that lapped at the edge of goblets the size of bowls.

By the time the hour was up and the feast vanished, Jester had truly eaten her fill. She sighed as she settled into bed that night. For a moment she swore she felt Beau’s eyes on her.

“Thanks Jester,” Beau said, voice rough with feeling. “That did hit the spot.”

“Of course,” Jester said with a smile that Beau couldn’t see. “Any time.”

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They sat camped outside the dungeon, in the bubble as Caleb meticulously casted. The villagers there had complained about something coming up from the depths of the old abandoned mine. Jester wondered idly if it could be gnolls again, but based on what Fjord and Beau had discovered while snooping about it seemed to be something far more...trickey.

“We just don’t know what we are gonna be walking into,” Fjord said worriedly as he balanced the Star Razor across his knees. Yasha who had been minding the perimeter came back and settled down, looking a bit unnerved. Jester felt a quiet sense of concern for her. It really was awful how she kept getting mind-controlled all the time! Jester would need to talk to the Traveler about that some time to see if she could help.

“If we hit it hard enough, it’ll fall,” Veth said, cocking her crossbow confidently.

“It might not hurt to prepare ourselves though,” Caleb said as he sat himself down next to Veth. Caleb then caught Jester’s attention with an awkward wave. “Jester, would you be, perhaps, capable of creating that feast again? To...ah...bolster our efforts?”

“Yeah, yeah yeah yeah,” Jester said thinking about it. “I can do that today!”

“Can you include some meat?” Veth said, picking at her teeth. “Any at all?”

“I have to give Caduceus something to eat!” Jester said, reminding Veth as she pulled out her bowl.

“Aw, that’s nice,” Caduceus hummed as he fixed his sleeping bag.

Jester settled it on the ground, and as she had done before she called the Traveler’s power to her.

What kind of feast shall it be today? Jester heard the Traveler ask.

I’m thinking...warm and filling! Something crisp like an apple on a brisk fall day, and the flavors of a Harvest Close Festival.

And there on plates and bowls patterned with leaves in brilliant autumn colors was their feast. A whole roast duck glazed with orange sauce and served on a platter on a smear of plum applesauce with skin so crispy that it cracked when Caleb took his first bite. Bowls full of sunny pumpkin soup topped with crisped onion, that paired perfectly with loaves of bread that were stuffed with fennel-pork sausage that Beau downed so quickly that Jester was half sure it would be more effective to just raise the bowl to her lips. Rabbit in rosemary-wine sauce, served with sides of potatoes mixed together with a spicy savory mustard, and mushroom risotto with rice so tender it brought tears to the eyes.

And then of course dessert, which Jester was mostly concerned about and wouldn’t dare to stint on the servings. Apple pie with cinnamon-sugar dusted on crumbling crusts. Baked apples covered luxuriously thick caramel sauce and covered in peanuts, and elephant ears swirled in cinnamon and drizzled with frosting. There were slices of smooth and glossy pumpkin pie and crunchy and delicately sweet pecan pies topped with dollops of whipped cream, and sweet potato cheesecake with gingersnap streusel crumbled on top. Goblets were full of apple cider, or hot chocolate with toasted marshmallows and drizzled with salted caramel, and coffee made buttery and rich with swirls of cream and brown sugar and even pumpkin. Butterscotch cookies pressed into the edges of large glasses of milk were what caught Jester's eyes first and foremost.

"This is my favorite thing," Jester said as she dipped the warm cookie into the glass of milk that had a rim encrusted with chocolate dust and cinnamon sugar, sighing as the butter, crunchy edges of the cookie, and the sweetened warm milk melted together in perfect harmony. Veth pressed in close to her, finishing off her plate before grabbing a glass of milk and cookies.

"This reminds me of when I was a girl," Veth laughed, her eyes misty. "But my mother wasn't nearly as good of a cook as your magic is."

“Aw, thank you,” Jester chirped, trading her now empty glass for a new plate and taking bites from pecan pie and long sips from cream-pumpkin-coffee. She gave Veth a side hug that Veth gladly leaned in to.

"It really is lovely," Caleb said, with a soft reflective look of his own as he stopped up soup with a piece of bread. His dark fingers sweeping around in a well practiced movement before popping the last piece of bread in his mouth.

“Hey, save some for the rest of us,” Beauregard teased as she elbowed Caleb.

“There’s plenty to share,” Veth argued with no heat. “I’ll make you a plate.”

Jester said nothing, but cuddled more firmly against Veth's side as she enjoyed her cookies in milk, thinking of a time with her own mother and perhaps something like this.

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The ship rocked them back and forth as they gathered in the captain’s quarters. Jester had been full of energy ever since she learned that today was Fjord’s birthday. He had asked for nothing big or special, trying to argue that he couldn’t know his actual birthday and that he was getting too old for celebrations, but all of them had gotten him gifts regardless. Small little useful things, because Fjord would have surely refused anything more than that. Once the others had finish gifting things to Fjord, which he took with an increasingly tender and misty-eyed expression, Jester pulled out her jeweled goblet and set it upon the table. She casted the spell as she usually did, feeling her chest fill with the energy of her god.

What kind of feast are we having today? The Traveler asked curiously.

A celebration! Jester responded exuberantly. A fancy dinner party!

Upon the table that Fjord had set up, the plates and bowls and trays appeared, bubbling up from the spell like little boats buoyed on the water. A sweet and creamy lobster bisque, besides a tray of mussels steamed in white wine garlic and lemon juice, and nestled between buckwheat galettes made of salmon, capers, and dill. Mashed potatoes that were made smooth and rich with exorbitant amounts of butter found a place next to plates of mushrooms and gnocchi in a tomato cream sauce, and spicy butternut squash soup. Crispy crab cakes with a rainbow of dipping sauces in bowls shaped like shells and baked oysters dusted with spices and cheese. There was even a whole braised octopus in the center of the table, arranged among slices of lemon.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” Caleb admitted as he looked at the perfect slices of raw tuna in a loose approximation of a raw bar. “Is this supposed to be raw?”

“It tastes pretty good,” Veth said, scooping up her own serving of the ceviche of raw tuna marinated in lime juice and tossed with onions, tomatoes, avocados, and cilantro. She slurped down mussels at an alarming rate and did her best to encourage Caleb to cry the crispy calamari with the garlic aioli and the steamer swimming in butter.

"Look, our favorite!" Fjord said, sharing a knowing look with Beau and Yasha as he motioned to the plate full of fried fish and potatoes with tartar sauce. Beau and Yasha laughed as they loaded up their plates, pressing the flaky white fish into sandwiches made from the warm fresh white bread.

“What’s for dessert?” Caduceus asked curiously.

“Chocolate! You can’t really have a birthday without a chocolate cake,” Jester said excitedly as she moved to cut slices of a decadent chocolate cake, moist and sweet and filled with chocolate cream and raspberry sauce, settled besides saucers of chocolate mousse, and crisp cannolis filled with sweetened ricotta and chocolate chips. Chocolate covered strawberries were gathered in a luxurious array of white, milk, and dark and covered with nuts and candies. Stacks of salted caramel millionaire’s shortbread with crisp butter-cookie sandwiching layers of caramel and covered in chocolate, even bubbling pots of chocolate and caramel fondue with a wide array of fruits and snacks to dip into the heavenly smelling liquid.

“Thank you, Jester,” Fjord said with a wide smile that had lantern-light glinting off his tusk. “Thank you all of you. This has really been the best birthday I have ever had.”

“Don’t forget to blow out your candles!” Jester said, offering him a slice of his cake. Beauregard reached over to the goblet and pulled out a candle, passing it to Veth who planted it on his cake. Caleb reached out to punch the candle and it lit and began to glow.

Fjord blew out his candle, and closed his eyes to make a wish. As she took a bite of her own slice of cake and then dipping a forkful in the chocolate fondue, she wondered if any wish could top this simple pleasure as she pressed it against the top of her mouth so it could just melt away bit by bit and she could savor it. She would try to savor it all, for as long as she could.

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No one enjoyed trudging through a swamp, especially not Caduceus. Jester knew the Wildmother was a powerful god god, but it seemed to her that she could look out for Caduceus a little better. Jester found that the task often went to her, and of course she didn’t mind. Caduceus was steady as a rock, let Jester braid his hair, and listened intently whenever Jester rambled. The least Jester could do was yank Caduceus out of muck puddles whenever he fell in them, in return for being such a good friend. Jester could tell though that Caduceus was relieved when they stopped for the night, and Yasha who had fallen into a bush of prickers was just as excited to be bedding down. They would have a hard day ahead of them the next day, this Jester knew. So when Yasha quietly asked her if she could cast Heroes’ Feast to aid them, Jester already knew what was on the menu.

What sort of feast tickles your fancy, my dear Jester? The Traveler asked her.

Now seems as good a time as any to have an afternoon tea!

At night?

Of course, duh!

I do love the way you think. The Traveler chuckled as the goblet summoned for them their feast, spreading it about the dome.

Their afternoon tea was spread out on three tier and four tier porcelain stands decorated in flowering vines, kettles appeared and whistled merrily as they did as did beautiful tea sets in a variety of flowering colors and painted with rabbits and ducklings. Nestled among the kettles and tea cups were pots of toppings, from sunshine yellow lemon curd to vibrant marmalade and a treasure trove of jams to clotted cream and thick yellow custard. There was a stand of finger sandwiches all cut in diagonals, like cucumber and herbal butter, watercress and fluffy egg salad, prosciutto and goat cheese, and smoked salmon and cream cheese. One that Jester scooped up was a fluffernutter that made Jester smile. The next stand was a twisting array of scones filled with fruit or berries or nuts or spiced with cinnamon in turn, hearty spiced pumpkin muffins, blueberry muffins, lemon-poppy seed muffins, and danishes filled with jams or sweet cheeses and dusted with sugar or drizzled with vanilla frosting. And then of course, the cookies. Trays of cookies from madeleines with their shell-like filigree edges to smooth as button macarons to stacks of simple butter cookies and shortbread surrounded them like patches of wildflowers.

“Oh Jester, this is wonderful,” Caduceus sighed into his cup of tea. “Let me pour you a cup?”

Jester nodded enthusiastically as Caduceus poured her a cup of ruby-red tea. Jester took a sip and was immediately struck by the gorgeous strawberry almost malty note of it. Dipping in a shortbread cookie and eating it made her whimper with the sublime pleasure. The shortbread simply melted into her mouth like a dream, like it was meant to be together.

“It’s too bad we can’t stop for an afternoon tea every day,” Jester sighed as she excitedly cut open a scone to layer it with clotted cream and blueberry jam and lemon curd. Caleb watched her do this and mirrored it, though adding far less then she did of all three toppings except the lemon curd. Jester didn’t understand why he was being so stingy, but not everyone could truly appreciate sweets as she did.

“I can’t eat rich food too often,” Beauregard admitted as she cornered the market on tiny finger sandwiches. “It’s a nice once in a while thing, but otherwise it screws up my workout routine.”

“This is magic food though,” Veth pointed out. “Does it really count?”

“Tastes the same, and feels the same in my stomach,” Beauregard said with a shrug.

“What are these tiny orange things?” Yasha asked as she eyed a canape.

“That would be salmon roe,” Fjord explained and when seeing Yasha’s befuddled reaction further explained, “fish eggs.”

“Tasty,” Yasha said, offering no more explanation on that as she popped it in her mouth.

“All we need now is a fancy place to sleep,” Jester said excitedly as she poured another cup of tea and tried that one. This tea was bright and citrus and with a strong floral note, that perfectly matched the lemon-poppy seed muffin and was smoothed by the lemon-vanilla frosting on top. “You guys have got to try this tea! I’ll get everyone a cup!”

“It tastes like flowers,” Veth said, doing that thing where it sounded like she was complaining but she really wasn’t.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Caduceus asked, smile sweet on his face. Yasha smiled too, but didn’t say a word.

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In Jester’s nightmares, there was a different kind of feast.

The room itself was familiar, and Jester could almost feel like she shouldn’t be there but couldn’t remember why in the haze of the dream. There was a single window above the door, casting the glow of a red and violet twilight across the room that was cluttered with bottles and jars and strange books and drying herbs. The only other light was fat candles of yellow-beeswax, choked by glass and made dim, and the dying embers of a hearth. The table was set for two, and yet as Jester looked around she was the only one in the cramped little home. Even the ceiling cages swung empty and creaking amongst the wooden slots. Jester took a seat, and just as she did she saw her goblet sat in the center of the empty table.

Her goblet overflowed, and out of the spreading liquid came a menagerie of sweets. Jester set herself upon them all with a reckless abandon. A strange sludge in a crusty bowl ended up being blueberry soups with dollops of sweet cream, overturned cups ended up being creme brulee with glistening caramel crusted on the tops, casseroles full of bread pudding steaming with cinnamon and drizzled with butterscotch and topped with ice cream flecked with ice cream. There was a bouquet of flowers that filled the air with their sugary scent, that as Jester plucked a beautiful pink bloom melted into her mouth with the flavor of rosehip and fairy floss. Forks melted in between her fingers and she realized they were made of chocolate, and the placemats were now made of crunchy honeycomb. She bit into her glass only to realize it was made of shards of sugar flavored with mint and the liquid within like pressed and sweetened lemons and melons. She took more ravenous bites, filled her plate high and yet somehow treats continued to spring from that never-ending goblet-

The liquid from her goblet splashed and overflowed as it turned over under the weight and gushed out like a strange pulsing wound, dripping off the edges of the tables and onto Jester’s skirt and seeped in. She recoiled from the sensation, scurrying away as she swiped at it with her fingers. With her vision and the dim light she could see that the liquid was a oily black. The candles all flickered as if shuddered by a breeze, the smoke hazy and twisting as it tickled the low-hanging herbs that were drying from the ceiling. The liquid began to splatter onto the scratched and dusty floor, pitter-pattering at an ever-increasing rate.

“Now, now my dear,” a familiar croaking voice said as a large hand settled upon her shoulder, fingernails slicing past layers of her cloak. Jester could hear the cracking of dusty-joints and the lumbering crunch of her footsteps. “You have prepared such a feast for me.”

“I...uh…” Jester squeaked as she felt a too long finger mind her neck. She didn’t dare to move, afraid that such a movement would slit her own throat, but let Isharnai tip her chin up and back so Jester could see the witch hunched over her.

“Such a precious giving girl,” Isharnai cooed, and her strange face came into focus, dull green eyes searching Jester for some truth that Jester desperately didn’t want to admit. “So full of misery. What a treat you are.”

“I’m not,” Jester said, her heart pulsing quick and fast in her ears. Her fingers were slick with the black liquid now, it was up to her thighs now bunching and collecting her skirts and glueing them to her legs. But it was her fingers-suddenly she couldn’t move them, as if she had gone numb at the wrist. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe as suddenly the panic overtook her. Where were her friends? Where had everyone gone-?

“We are friends. Friends don’t lie to each other,” Isharnai said, voice cruel with softness. “Now come, don’t you want your last cupcake?”

-Jester looked up to the table again and saw wilted flowers and cracked bowls and something bleeding-it was a heart and it was still beating and the whole home contracted and pulsed like it was a thing alive and in the center of it all there was a single cupcake that glistened with gold and-

What a horrible dream! The Traveler’s voice swept across her mind like the wind on a winding path. For a moment she felt like she was falling and yet she didn’t fear as the wind carried the scent of autumn. No need for this, sleep now Jester and know I am with you.

And so the color of her dreams changed, and she slipped into something safe.

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The girl behind the counter was a teenager, fresh faced and with her hair in twin braids. She had a dusting of freckles across her thin nose and smiled happily when Jester walked through the door of the little bakery in the nowhere town that they had stopped in for the night. It was bright and early the next morning, and Jester had snuck out apart from her friends in hopes of finding something that answered her prayers. The Traveler truly was with her in this endeavour.

"What can I get you this morning?"

"What do you have?"

"Would you like savory or sweet?"

"Sweet, always sweet," Jester said seriously, because sweets were no laughing matter at all.

"We have muffins, blueberry, cinnamon swirl, and cornbread. We also have cinnamon rolls, and we do have cupcakes."

"What kind of cupcakes?" Jester asked excitedly.

"We have a honey-apple cupcake, gingerbread cupcake, and a carrot cake cupcake. The carrot cake is our topseller."

"Carrot cake," Jester grumbled, feeling her nose scrunch. She knew that it was a popular flavor, but she just couldn't wrap her mind around a vegetable in a cake. But she did know from Beau's grumbles that she enjoyed carrot cake even though, as Caleb had pointed out, it was rather nerdy and old-fashioned of her. Beau had given him a solid punch in the arm at the teasing and had disagreed in the way she did where she wasn't really disagreeing but more arguing for the sake of arguing. "Alright, I'll take a dozen, but like a mixed dozen. Four of each flavor?"

"Absolutely, that'll be four silver."

Jester slid the girl six silver and smiled.

"You keep the change," Jester told her and watched as the girl's eyes widened and she nodded vigorously. The girl quickly packed up the cupcakes and tied the box with a string before handing it off to Jester. She smiled and thanked her again before heading off. Jester walked for a little bit, finding the apple tree just outside of the inn that they were saying. Carefully she set her box on the ground as she pulled out her own handkerchief and settled it amongst the roots. She carefully opened the box of cupcakes, careful not to jostle any of them. She lifted one out from the box, the honey-apple cupcake Jester assumed based off of the drizzle of honey that covered the swirl of vanilla buttercream.

“I thought we might share this,” Jester said as she crossed her legs, feeling the morning dew and the sunshine dappling her face as the trees shifted with a breeze. She lifted the cupcake to her lips and took a bite. She sighed at the flavor of the sweet floral honey infusing the cake with its buttery undertones and mellow vanilla crumble, the sharp flavor of the apple-filling that was syrupy and made decadent with brown sugar and cinnamon and the tang of lemon, and of course the melting buttercream frosting that dissipated like a vanilla cloud. Jester felt a hand touch hers, and a shoulder bump against her own.

“Thank you, Jester,” the Traveler said whispered and when Jester blinked there was a second bite taken out of her cupcake.

Jester laughed, and went to take another bite.

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Sweeter than chocolate pie

Summary: You are dreaming of becoming a famous singer. You work at a restaurant and meet Shawn Mendes there one night. He might be the one to make your dreams come true...

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader

Warnings: smut. oral, unprotected sex and what not...

Words: 2.9k

You recently moved to Los Angeles and you were lucky enough to have found a job real soon. You worked in a very small and local restaurant downtown. You already knew all the customers by heart, since nobody new ever came. You loved your job and the others that worked there. However, you wished you wouldn’t have to work there for a very long time, because you hoped to make a living out of music soon. Why else would you have moved to Los Angeles? You realised you had a long way to go to fulfill your dream, but you knew it would be worth it.

You had locked the door to your apartment as you walked the couple of blocks to the restaurant. You entered the restaurant to meet Kyle, the bartender. “Looking lovely as ever, (Y/N).” Kyle said with a smirk. Him hitting on you had turned into a daily business. “Nice to see you too, Kyle.” you said as you grabbed your apron and a little notebook before you could start your shift. The first regulars were dropping in and you knew their orders by heart. You were making small talk with everyone and you kept serving drinks and meals.

It had been a busy night and you were kind of exhausted. The restaurant was about to close as a last costumer entered. You turned around only to look into the most beautiful set of brown eyes you had ever seen. “Table for one, please.” the boy said with a grin. “Of course, sir. Please follow me.” you said as you walked to a table somewhere in the corner. “Now, what can I get for you, mister Mendes?” “First of all, an explanation. So you clearly know who I am, but why are you not freaking out? I mean I am glad that you’re not, but still.” “Well, it’s not hard to know who you are. You’re everywhere. On the radio and on huge billboards wearing just Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Not that I’m complaining.” you replied while laughing. “That doesn’t explain why you are so calm around me.” “That’s because you are just a human like me or anyone else. No more no less.” “I like you (Y/N)” he said as he looked at your name tag. You blushed. “And I”ll have a glass of water and a piece of pie, please.” “What kind of pie? We have cherry, apple, peach...” “You choose.” Shawn said as he interrupted you. “Say no more.” you smiled and you walked away towards the bar.

“Are you going to ask his number?” Kyle asked curiously. “What? No way!” you replied. “Come on, he is totally into you.” “No, he is just being nice.” And with that you grabbed a piece of pie and a glass of water. You returned to Shawn who was busy writing stuff down in a notebook, while biting his lip. He looked so sexy doing so... You put down the pie and the water. “Chocolate?” “Yeah, because it matches your hair colour so nicely.” you laugh. Shawn burst out in laughter. “I never heard that one before.” “There should be a first time for everything. So what are you writing, if I may ask?” “Just some ideas for a new song. I was kind of inspired tonight.” “Oh well, I’ll leave you to it then. Just yell when you need anything.” you said politely as you walked back to Kyle. Kyle was putting on his jacket looking at you with guilt in his eyes. “I’m so sorry (Y/N), but I really need to go now.” “Yeah sure, I’ll close up. See you tomorrow.” “Goodnight (Y/N). And before I forget, no fucking on my bar with chocolate-hair-Mendes.” Kyle said with a smirk. You slapped him playfully. “I’ll keep it in mind.” you smiled as Kyle left the restaurant waving at you as he walked out of sight.

You turned around to see Shawn standing closely behind you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he laughed as he saw the look on your face. “But can you please tell me where the restrooms are?” “Yeah. Trough that door and then at the end of the hallway.” you said pointing in the right direction. “Thanks.” Shawn said with a smile. You decided to clean the bar, because you weren’t expecting any more costumers. You grabbed a towel as you turned up the radio, while you heard they were playing “if I can’t have you”. “That guy is really everywhere.” you said to yourself as you sang along to the lyrics. You completely lost yourself to the music and started swaying your hips rhythmically. You even forgot that Shawn had returned from the restrooms. He was still standing by the door watching you sing along to his song. He felt his cheeks heating up, while he stared at your form. He couldn’t help but think about everything he wanted to do to you. He shook his head. He couldn’t be thinking about you in that way. He just met you.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the voice of an angel?” Shawn asked as he walked away from his hiding spot. You blushed. You totally forgot he was still around. “Well, I always wanted to do something with music. That’s also the reason I came to Los Angels, but I never thought I would be good enough.” “Well, I would love to record a duet with you.” he said as he walked out of the restaurant. Away from you. You stood there like you were glued to the ground. Did Shawn Mendes really just said he would like to record a duet? With you? You can’t help but scream internally. Then you realise that you didn’t ask for his number. “Fuck!” you scream, out loud this time. You could hit yourself in the face because of how stupid you are. You continued cleaning the bar out of frustration. After you finished cleaning the bar you walked towards the table he sat. Planning on cleaning it up when you see a piece of paper sticking out from under the glass.

“I spoke the truth when I said I was inspired tonight to write a new song. I was, because of you. You made my heart skip a beat the moment I laid my eyes on you. I really hope you would give me a call sometime.”

P.S. the pie was absolutely delicious.

You turned the piece of paper around to see he had actually left you his number. Now your heart skipped a beat. You cleaned the rest of the restaurant and closed up. You practically ran home, because you were completely filled with excitement.

After a few days you decided to give Shawn a call. You honestly wanted to call him the same night you met, but you didn’t want him to think you were that desperate. You dialed his number and your heart was beating so fast you were afraid it would jump out of your rib cage. “Hi, this is Shawn, how can I help you?” “Hi Shawn, it’s me (Y/N). I don’t know if that rings a bell, but I worked...” “(Y/N), of course I remember you. How could I forget a girl with such beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes. I was afraid you wouldn’t call.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “So, I was wondering if you would like to meet up sometime.” you said shyly. “How about tonight?” he practically yelled in excitement. “Yeah, that sounds perfect! You can come to my apartment if you’d like.” “Yeah perfect. We can talk about that duet then.” he replied. You gave him your address and you ended the call.

This whole event felt unreal to you. Shawn Mendes was coming to your apartment to talk about a duet? You couldn’t believe it! “Fuck, what am I going to wear?” you heard yourself ask out loud. Normally you didn’t really care for your appearance too much, as long as you looked decent. But you really wanted to impress him some how. You dived into your closet and started digging trough your clothes. You had already lost hope for finding a cute outfit when your eye landed on a sweet summerdress with a rose-design. And you didn’t know a lot about Shawn, but you sure knew he had a thing for roses. Little did you know that your dress would be off very soon...

You got dressed and put on some light make-up as the doorbell rang. You rushed to your door and opened it only to see Shawn standing there with a bright smile on his face that could light up the whole world. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a light gray t-shirt, but he still looked stunning in it. “Hey beautiful. Can I come in?” he asked as he moved his hand trough his hair. You blushed due to the nickname. You stepped aside so he could come in. “Yes, please, come in. Make yourself at home.” you said kindly. “You’re apartment is really cute, (Y/N).” he stated and you just smiled in response. “Now, what can I get for you, mister Mendes?” you asked walking into the kitchen. “You know, you said those exact first words the evening we met. You smiled because of the fact that he remembered that night so vividly. “But to answer you’re question I’ll have a glass of water. For now...” he said that last part seductively and you felt yourself getting wet. You poured Shawn a glass of water and handed it over. “I’m very sorry, but I don’t have chocolate pie. Or any pie actually.” you said jokingly. “That’s fine. You’re pussy is going to taste even sweeter anyway.” he said seconds before he slammed his lips to yours. You immediately grabbed his perfect and soft locks, melting into his kiss.

Your mouths moved perfectly together like they were made for each other. Shawn bit roughly on your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth slightly. Shawn saw that as the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan. Shawn grabbed your waist tightly and lifted you up onto the kitchen table without breaking the kiss. Your hands started to roam his muscular body feeling him tense under your touch, causing you to smile into the kiss. Shawn put his large hand on your knee and slowly made his way up your leg and under your dress. His hand travelled to your panties. “Fuck, you’re already soaking wet.” “All for you, Shawn.” you said. Shawn let out a low growl and tugged your panties down in one swift move. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table with ease and pushed your dress up a little bit. He placed your legs over his shoulders and he started kissing his way to your pussy, starting at your innerthigh. He kissed your pussy and then started to slowly draw circles over your clit.

He was teasing your entrance with the tip of his long finger. Slowly pushing it inside you never once detaching his mouth from your clit. “More, more, please Shawn.” you whined. He immediately inserted a second finger and started scissoring them. His tongue rubbing over your clit feverishly. You already felt the knot in your abdomen. Your pussy clenching around Shawns fingers and he then abruptly pulled them back, leaving you empty and aching for more. You were about to whine as he entered you again with his tongue this time. You arched your back off the table and your hands made his way back to his chocolate brown hair. You moaned his name as you came hard. Shawn happily licked up all your juices.

You were still catching your breath as two strong hands grabbed you. You were thrown over his shoulder as he made his way to your bedroom. He put you down and caught your lips for a second kiss. You started tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Shawn got the message and pulled off his shirt. You took a moment to appreciate his abs. Shawn pulled your dress over your head and started sucking at your collarbone. Your head fell back in pleasure, which gave Shawn access to your neck and he started making lovebites along your neck. It took him no time to unclasp your bra and he threw it over his shoulder into the corner of your bedroom. He started kissing the valley of your breasts while his hands were toying with your nipples. “God, you’re good with your hands.” you moaned into his ear. “I only just started.” he replied with a smirk. He started sucking on one nipple and after a while he gave the same attention to the other. He released your nipple with a pop and you didn’t waste any time and sunk to your knees.

You opened his jeans and slowly pulled them down his legs. He stepped out of it and threw the article of clothing to the floor. You then pulled down his boxer briefs and you gasped when his cock sprung free. You looked up at him with amazement in your eyes. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll go slow.” he said. “No need. I like it rough.” was your reply. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” he said devilishly. You firmly took his cock into your hands and gave the tip a soft kiss, causing Shawn to roll his eyes out of pleasure. You pumped him a few times before you took as much of him as you could into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks to increase his pleasure. You grabbed his thighs with both hands as you started moving your mouth up and down his shaft. Tears were pricking in the corner of your eyes when his tip hit the back of your throat. Shawn moaned as he grabbed your hair and roughly pulled you away from his cock. “How much I love you sucking my cock, I would like nothing more than to come in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Hearing him say that made you weak in the knees and you could barely stand up.

You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him unto your bed and started straddling his hips. “Fuck, I love it when a girl takes a little control in the bedroom. But not too much of course.” he whispered the last part in your ear, causing you to shiver. You leaned down to capture his lips into a passionate kiss and your lips trailed down his jaw and neck towards his chest as you roughly sucked on the skin on your way. You placed one hand on his chest as the other grabbed his member in order to line him up with your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself on his cock and waited with moving till you were adjusted to his size. You slowly started moving your hips and gradually increased your speed. Within minutes you were riding him like your life depended on it. Shawn had never had a prettier sight right in front of him and he moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shawn. I’m so close.” you said as your walls clenched around his cock. “Come for me, princess.” he said as he started rubbing your clit feverishly, causing you to go over the edge. You screamed his name and you rode out your high. Shawn grabbed your waist and flipped you over with ease, so he was on top now. You barely had time to catch your breath, because Shawn didn’t stop fucking you. He did slow down for a bit to let you adjust to him after your climax, but only to start pounding into you seconds after. He increased his speed to an unholy pace and the room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave marks, but it only seemed to turn Shawn on more as he started moaning loudmouthedly. His thrusts never slowed down as you came a second time, screaming even louder than the first time. Shawn came with you this time, spilling his seed deep inside you and you milked him completely with your clenching walls.

Shawn collapsed on top of you and you were completely spent due to your three amazing orgasms. He kissed your lips sweetly and he rose from the bed. In an attempt to find the bathroom he opened the door to your closet. “The bathroom is that way.” you laughed while pointing in the right direction. Shawn smiled as he walked to your bathroom, this time opening the right door. He came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up. “Such a gentleman.” you said jokingly as he threw you your panties and his t-shirt. “I have to take care of you now, I mean since you won’t be able to walk for a while.” he grinned as he put on his boxers. He walked back to your bed and laid besides you. “So you still want to talk about that duet?” he asked smiling.

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justlookfrightened · 6 years

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Locked out, Part 53

Start from the beginning here: Part 1

Read previous installment here: Part 52

“That is really good,” Bob said, cutting another bite off his slice of pie with the side of his fork. “Just the right amount of maple. It’s amazing.”

“Well, I did have to try it a few times to get it right,” Eric said.

“You did?” Jack asked. “I thought you said the first time you made it was this spring?”

“It was,” Eric said. “I just had to make sure I got it right, so it took maybe three or four times. Those pies weren’t bad, really -- it’s hard to go wrong with maple and apple -- and my teammates liked them. But it had to be right.”

“But you brought me that pie the next day.”

“Yes?”

“You baked four pies in one night?”

“Well, five if you count the ginger peach,” Eric said. “But that’s really not a big deal.”

“But it takes so long to make one,” Jack said.

“That’s real dedication,” Bob said. “Good for you, Eric.”

“I’ll send you the link to the recipe,” Eric said. “Once I get settled back in the Haus.”

“Speaking of,” Jack said. “We should head for airport soon. We pass through customs and U.S. immigration here, so we have to allow a little more time.”

“Okay, sweetpea,” Eric said. “I just have to close up my suitcase with my skates in it.”

Alicia gave Jack a look, and Jack gave Alicia a nod, and Eric gave his head a mental shake.

“What was that about with your mother?” he asked, when he and Jack went upstairs to fetch their bags. “I know better than to think y’all tampered with my skates, but …”

“Nobody did anything to your skates,” Jack said. “Don’t worry. It’s just, you might not want to bring them every time you come here.”

“So?”

“So Maman maybe asked me to note what model and size you use? I know you’ll still have to break them in, but at least it’ll be an option.”

“Which set?” Eric asked.

“Both?”

“Now wait a minute,” Eric said. “I’m pleased as could be that your parents expect me to stick around long enough to come back and skate, like, lots of times. But that’s what -- close to $800 worth of skates, Jack. It’s too much.”

Jack shrugged. “They don’t think so,” he said. “And I’m pretty sure they can afford it.”

Eric occupied himself on the way back by making a to-do list. The plan was to head back to Jack’s, which had central air conditioning and more comfortable accommodations, then set out for the Haus bright and early to start getting it ready. Jack had volunteered himself to help, since Eric took time to visit Montreal with him.

“Practice starts Monday, so most of the guys will coming in Saturday and Sunday,” he said. “Except the frogs -- they’ll all be in Saturday because they have some university-mandated trainings and stuff over the weekend. We’re not supposed to bother them until that’s over, but I don’t think leaving them a little care package is bothering them, do you?”

“Frogs?”

“Freshmen. Like rookies. First year on the team, first year in school, for most of them the first year they’ve been away from home. So I was going to make some mini-pies, some chocolate chip cookies, maybe some lip balm -- I had the worst chapped lips my first year. Never really lived in a cold climate before. Oh, probably some mittens, too. And stickers. Everybody loves stickers.”

“Okay, first, I think that’s great that you want to welcome the new guys,” Jack said. “We usually end up, well, hazing them a bit. Nothing too terrible -- just making them carry the other guys bags and stuff like that. I think the idea is to make them feel like they’ve earned their place, or something.”

“Oh, we do that, too,” Eric said. “Mostly we just make them act foolish. Lord knows, there’s enough foolishness on the team that they might as well get used to it. But first we want to make sure they know we want them here.”

“Are they good?” Jack said.

“I should hope so,” Eric said. “The team’s been getting better in recent years, so our recruiting classes have been getting stronger.”

“Then why wouldn’t you want them?” Jack asked.

“I meant as people, not as players,” Eric said. “We want them to know we care.”

“How did they welcome your class?” Jack asked.

“Well, no one made pie,” Eric said. “Except me. But Shitty and Ransom and Holster -- they kind of adopted me, almost right off the bat. It was like I suddenly had brothers. Loud, obnoxious brothers. In a lot of ways, they were like the guys I tried to avoid when I was home because you just never know, y’know? But they liked me, and they wanted me to play with them, and it was really something new for me. Even though the transition to the NCAA game was rough, I would have done just about anything to stay on the team.

“I know -- I hope -- the transition is easier for the guys, but I remember how good it felt to be wanted,” Eric said. “So this is part of that.”

“That’s great,” Jack said. Then he smirked. “But if they grew up playing hockey, they’re probably from places where it gets cold, no?”

“Hush, you,” Eric said. “I still think it’s nice to make them comfortable. You mind if we stop at Target this afternoon and some point? Oh, and Shitty and Lardo are coming by for dinner, so we’ll start with cleaning the kitchen. Ransom and Holster might come by this week, too. Would you mind if they --”

“Whatever you want,” Jack said. “If you trust them, it’s fine. And whatever you want to do. I’m yours until Monday.”

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unholyhelbig · 6 years

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Based on the anon ask, prompt: “Aubrey Posen believed in lots of things, but love was not one of them. That is, until she met Emily.”

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Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things. When she was ten years old, she started to believe in ghosts. Her mother was driving down a long-winded path and fog seemed to take up every inch of spare expanse that North Carolina had to offer. It was cliché, really. But the man she saw standing on the side of the road dressed in a slate grey uniform convinced her that ghosts were real, as real as the clothes on her back and the blanket that was covering her lap. She didn’t’ say a word, but she knew her mother had seen him too.

When she was sixteen she believed that things happened for a reason. A letter coming in the mail stating that her father was going back into the infantry. He would travel and see the world. He would write, and he would stop writing. And she would sit between her two older siblings, blindly reaching for their comforting touch when they got the news that he was coming home. But only to pack his things.

She crashed a car when she skidded on black ice at nineteen, learning to believe that it was okay to make mistakes. Her older brother pulling her into a minty embrace instead of screaming about his wrecked jeep. He wasn’t angry, instead, he squeezed her shoulders and hastily warned her never to scare him like that again.

Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things, but love wasn’t one of them. That is until she met Emily.

She had felt the light like never before that day; a star that hung high in the sky pressing heated rays against exposed skin. It was a warmth that she couldn’t ignore, the atmosphere clear despite the musty scent of rain taking up home in her lungs. Aubrey loved the smell of the rain and the even sharper scent of incoming snow. That thankfully didn’t present itself this early into October.

Booths lined her on either side, some of them boasting signs that were carved expertly. They advertised peaches and corn. Sweetgrass baskets that had been so expertly woven in the spare time of their crafters. Aubrey bit into an apple, her teeth pressing past soft green flesh as sticky juices dripped down her chin. This was home, for her, this had always been home.

Aubrey didn’t’ miss the stuffy suits or the smog that coated New York Cities risen air. The cases that stacked against her desk were long forgotten as her mind buzzed with nothing other than making her way carefully through the farmers market. Everything was muted and enhanced all at once. She loved her visits home and loved the stillness of them even more.

“Oh, shi-“The voice pulled through the low buzz of the market, not many people looking up from examining their tomato’s, poking and prodding until it looked bruised enough to beg for a discount. But there she was, struggling to lift a case of mason jars from the back of a rusted old ford.

They dripped in a golden syrup, bubbles catching a certain aim of lighting from the very sun that warmed Aubrey’s cheeks. She could practically taste the sweet substance as it barely sloshed around. The booth simple stated: Honey. Little symmetrical combs were slathered in yellow at the corner of the board. It was simple, and at this rate, it was going to lose all of its merchandise.

“Here, let me help you,” She said.

Aubrey wasn’t one to rush towards a stranger. She wasn’t one to try and show off by lifting something that was a little too heavy, even for her. She could feel the subtle burn in her arms, and the moisture that collected against her collarbone. None of that could make up from the bright, almost impish, smile she received in return.

She set them down on the shaded countertop, rolling her shoulders back as she looked at the stranger. She was tall, even with mud-stained converse on, sporting a worn t-shirt and a flannel. The girl’s features were soft and kind, and damn, did they feel like the sun. The flower that bees were drawn to driven by the very nature instilled upon them.

“Thank you so much,” She panted, pulling the red baseball cap from her forehead, she dragged her forearm against it, smearing dirt and sweat. “You have no idea how much trouble I’d be in if I dropped those.”

“It was really no problem.” Aubrey just chuckled at the girl’s frantic words, she was still panting in the heat. Watching as the stranger ripped into the box that she had just set down. “What are you-?”

“Here,” She produced an amber colored jar. “It’s on the house. Assuming that you actually like honey, this here is the best stuff. Homegrown. Well, home harvested.”

“Thank you,”

Aubrey absently ran her fingers over the printed label. It had that soft yellow background that her booth occupied. The same logo too, but up close, Aubrey could see the tiny script of Emily’s right above the bulky text. She glanced up, Emily suited her. She started to take the rest of the mason jars out of the cardboard box, humming along to an odd tune that the lawyer couldn’t quite place.

She walked away that day, the weighted glass of honey still prominent in her hand as she shifted its contents. There were little flakes of yellow pollen swimming in the stagnant warmth. A certain heat pressed against her abdomen, an odd place for the sun to reach, but she swallowed it back.

The coffee coated her throat, it’s bitter edge never too strong. Willow Heights was never known for an intoxicating brew. Instead, she settled for the burnt flavor and the washed-out white mugs that used to have logos sprawled against them. Now it was just little black spots where the paint hadn’t exactly faded yet.

Still, Aubrey gulped it down hungrily to wash away the taste of the pie that she had eaten, nothing but crumbs were left on her plate and the waitress dressed in a sickly mint green ensemble took that as enough of a sign to clear it and refill the mug with little conversation. She almost liked it that way, the quiet.

There was a mother watching her son destroy an ice cream Sunday in the corner of the diner. He was missing his mouth, coating his fingers in a sugary mess of black syrup and cherry juice. She winced at the thought of how sticky he would be, but the woman seemed not to fret too much. She gave her a knowing glance. It practically screamed kids will be kids.

There was, of course, the cook, but his focus was on spraying clean dishes in the back of the house. The waitress smacking her gum like the blood that rushed past Aubrey’s ears. It was rhythmic in a gross kind of way. The bell above the door was accompanied by the deadpan cold that ran through town when the sunset.

The girl from the farmers market.

It had in fact rained. She was quick to peel off her soiled jacket and hang it on the small coat rack by the door. An unused umbrella rested against the glass door frame. A missing cat poster with eminent water damage dog-eared at the excess of wind.

“Hey, Em” The waitress mustered a sunny disposition. “The usual?”

“You bet,” She rubbed her hands together in the heat of the restaurant. Aubrey couldn’t help but stare, her expression was soft and captivating all at once. She had seen beauty before, really, she had. But Emily had a certain rawness like unsweetened honey. It was smooth but had a bitter kick that she craved the taste of. “Oh hey,”

Aubrey blinked dumbly for a second, licking her lips. They tasted burnt, the coffee still lingering as she registered that she was actually being spoken to. “Hi”

“Mind if I?”

Emily gestured to the stool next to hers. There were other seats available at the counter, but Aubrey had the feeling that if she had taken any of those, she would be caught staring violently at the girl. Not out of lust (Not entirely anyway) but out of pure captivation. She gulped down the sour taste in her mouth as she nodded.

The waitress eyed Aubrey as she set down a big glass of what smelled like root beer in front of Emily. The girl denied a straw before downing a quarter of it in one fail sweep.

“I’ve never seen you around before, stranger.”

“Stranger? Oh. I’m not from round’ these parts.”

She laid on the southern accent thickly, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips. Emily seemed to redden at this. Aubrey supposed they did sound a little too dramatic for her taste, almost as if she could reach into her belt and find a pearl embossed pistol at the ready. All she would have to do is spin the barrel and hope she didn’t’ load it.

“Very funny,” Emily nudged her shoulder. She smelled like rain. “I just don’t know what a girl like you is doing in a town like this one.”

“I’ll have you know, I grew up here.” Aubrey straightened her back and raised her own mug to her lips, taking another long gulp of stale caffeine. “What gave it away?”

“That you haven’t been home in a long while?” Emily quirked a brow “No one in Willow Heights has a manicure.”

Aubrey’s grey stare flicked to her nails instinctively. They were painted in a nude color, but they had been done professionally. Half of her wardrobe was pressed and trimmed and tailored just to fit the standards of a courtroom. A small farming town like this one didn’t’ even have a nail salon. But Aubrey liked it that way.

“You’re very observational for a beekeeper.”

“Thank you,” she straightened her stance, drawing in another gulp of her soda like the heat of the carbonation didn’t bother her at all. “You kind of have to in my position.”

Aubrey could only imagine. One false move and little insects with sharp stingers would find their way past a strong suited woman. It wasn’t like dealing with slimy defense lawyers who had slicked back hair and venom dripping past their teeth- no, this was something delicate.

The waitress chewed her gum silently as she set a large plate of chocolate chip waffles in front of Emily with some silverware. Whipped cream was stacked to the very top, a few strawberries made dents in the mountain. “Thanks, Erica!”

She hummed in response and filled up Aubrey’s cup once more, earning a grateful nod in response before she went back to playing some matching game on her phone. The mother in the corner of the diner hastily tried to wipe away the syrup on her sons’ fingers.

“Oh my god, how can you eat that?” Aubrey chuckled into her cup.

“What? You mean this?” She shoved a strawberry into her mouth, chewing happily “Easy. Breakfast for dinner is the best.”

Aubrey cocked a brow, sitting back in the bar stool as she watched the woman slather her food in a coat of maple before cutting it into small little pieces. Breakfast was something that was limited to a protein bar, lunch a lack-luster salad, and dinner was something from the vending machines at the office. Certainly not a mountain of cornstarch and syrup. Emily didn’t’ seem deterred in the slightest as she shoved her fork into the bite she had just cut.

“Open.”

It was a demand, not a question, Emily holding up the fork as she watched Aubrey expectantly. The blonde let out a heaving sigh, close to rolling her eyes as she leaned forward and took the bite that Emily so easily offered. She could barely stop the moan that slipped past her lungs, blood rising to her cheeks as she got a triumphant smile in return.

“The secret is the honey in the batter,” Emily wiggled in her seat, letting the fork drop onto the plate as she beamed “Technically it’s mine so I’m biased but-“

She was interrupted by a fit of giggles, her body turning to face Aubrey, almost completely. Emily beamed, covering her mouth to muffle a snort. “What? Seriously?”

“Nothing, it’s just” She leaned forward.

This moment wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. The chairs that they were sitting in creaked and groaned under their weight. The light in the far corner of the restaurant was buzzing away like the very moths that they attracted. The rain was pressing against the window and blurring the downtown streets. And Aubrey had whipped cream all over her nose.

“Here, let me get it.”

Emily’s touch was soft. Her fingers cold against Aubrey’s cheek as she brushed her thumb easily against the whipped cream on Aubrey’s nose. The sugary substance coated the pad of her finger. She brought it to her lips, licking it clean with a stray smile and a simple shrug.

“Thank you,” Aubrey rasped.

Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things. The ghost that she saw on the side of the highway in North Carolina. The way her father still sent Christmas cards every other year, still containing blatant wishes and a twenty-dollar bill. How her older brother still laughed at the wrecked jeep that he let her borrow for one night too many.

Most importantly, Aubrey Posen believed in Emily.

The way she would tell the story of how they met for years to come. The box of honey would grow in size and the jars in weight. She would change the small storm outside to a monsoon and the kid in the corner digging into an ice cream Sunday had vanished altogether.

She had bought Emily a bouquet of sunflowers. Then a waffle maker, even a dog. But the most important thing was a ring. A simple gold band with two green stones and a flashing diamond. Because she made Aubrey believe enough to drop down to one knee, to envision a future never imagined.

Yeah, Aubrey Posen believed in a lot of things, but love was not one of them. That is until she met Emily.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years

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Life On The Road: Part 3

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, Chibs being a drunk ass

Word Count: 2,558

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

Part 1 / Part 2

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“Hey y’all. Happy Thanksgiving from my family an' Tink, the vicious pitbull, who has taken up residence on the couch like a lazy bum.” You stepped to the side at your stove so that your live stream video had a direct view from where your phone was currently clipped by the stove to the couch that your pitbull was sprawled across in front of the fake fireplace ‘watching’ the second viewing of the Macy’s day parade on TV. “Ya know, we’re all hard at work here and you’re just layin’ there. Well the free ride ends here, missy!” She didn’t move a muscle so you turned back to your camera and went back to making potatoes for the Thanksgiving potluck at the KOA you were at.

“She’s so dang lazy. Who could blame her, though. Being in front of this damn stove is makin’ me so damn hot I think my head’s about ta pop from the pressure. Any who, just wanted to send a quick update while I got a minute. Yes, I know my website is down. I took it down for the night because I have a bunch of Black Friday surprises for you.” You brushed the back of your hand over your forehead to wipe away the sweat there and huffed. It was way too hot. You put a smile on your face and set your spoon down to go and prop open the door.

“So first thing’s first. Same as last year, there’s free shippin’ on orders thirty dollars and up tomorrow through Monday. Tumbled stones are going to be buy three, get one free.” You paused at the counter and grabbed your notebook of all the deals you had going on for the weekend. “Let’s see… there are literally hundreds of new rough stones and a bunch’a awesome geodes since y’all love those so much… Bunch a stuff.” You set down your notebook with a smile and came back over to the stove to stir your potatoes.

“Now, for the fun news. And bet your ass, it’s good shit so pay close attention. First, those Tinkerbell dressed like Tinkerbell cartoon bandanas and shirts I had last year are finally back! Yay! Second, Mossy Oak and I have partnered up to make new ball caps and the are freakin’ awesome!” You grabbed yours off the counter as your laptop rang beside you. You answered the call and held your finger up to the caller as you put the hat on your head.

“It’s just a plain, camo hat and it has a cute little pitbull with wings in the corner. So dang adorable. There’s only a thousand of these, they’re $24.99 an’ tomorrow, I’ll be doin' a little contest through out the day for five lucky followers! An’ lastly… and this one is a you heard it here, first exclusive. Remember a few months back when I did that speakin’ engagement at that college with a certain, awesome Youtube sensation?” You grabbed your laptop and turned it toward the stove so your followers could see the screen. You smiled broadly as your friends, Jenna and Julien waved ‘hi’.

“Well first, these two lovely bitches are going to interview me again for their podcast, which comes out every Monday on soundcloud dot com slash Jenna Julien podcast. Then… for some reason, they’ve decided ta come out on the road with us for a week to experience the life…”

“Hell yeah! It’ll be so much fun!” Jenna squealed.

“She just wants to see the baby.” Julien said with a laugh.

“So, y’all will get to see these two and Kermit, Marble and Peach roughin’ it for a week in Yosemite for the New Year. So my house on wheels is gunna be crazy packed!”

“We’re all looking forward to it.” Jenna said. You smiled and nodded at your phone, which was exploding with comments and likes.

“So those are my updates for Thanksgivin’. Y’all can find Jenna an’ Julien on their YouTube channel, Jenna Marbles, which posts new videos every Wednesday. Hope y’all have lots of food an’ fun with your families. I gotta get back to making dinner for my massive road family. Love y’all!” You blew the camera a kiss and Jenna and Julien shouted ‘bye’ as you ended the live video.

“Yay! Now you ready for ours?” You nodded as you set your laptop down on the counter. Just like they had, you said a few words to their fans as you finished mixing butter and sour cream into your potatoes for dinner. As you slid the covered potato dish into the oven with the pecan pie you made to keep warm, you glanced at the clock, wondering where your boyfriend was as Jenna took her phone and headed out to her porch. “So have you told him yet?” You shook your head and smiled as you grabbed your laptop and headed over to the couch to get off your feet for a bit.

“Savin’ the surprise as long as possible. I got an interview on Monday for a travel magazine here in Nashville then we’re slowly headin’ out that way as long as Avery cooperates. I’m due Tuesday afta next an’ she seems perfectly content stayin’ in her warm waterbed as long as possible.”

“She’s a smart cookie. It’s barely in the sixties here and I’m frozen.” You let out a barked laugh and shook your head.

“Don’t start. It’s forty-two degrees here. I feel bad for Chibs. He’s been outside workin’ on a car for hours.” You glanced at the clock on your laptop screen and sighed. “Alright, I need to call him and find out where he is. We gotta get going to dinner. Happy Thanksgivin’ sweetheart!”

“Happy Thanksgiving, boo!” You blew a kiss at her as she ended the call and with a sigh, you shut your laptop. You looked over at your phone, which was still over by the stove and groaned. You set your laptop down on the couch and got up, stumbling a bit as Avery tried to roll in the small space in your stomach sending pain shooting through your back. You shuffled over to the counter and pulled it off the holder you had there. You dialed the familiar number and put the call on speaker as you headed back to the couch. Your whole body ached from being on your feet all morning and you happily sunk into the couch and closed your eyes.

“What?” Chibs snapped as he answered the phone. You sighed and put your phone on your stomach.

“Just callin’ ta see where you were. Fixin’ ta be dinner time.”

“I’m still busy.” Your brow furrowed slightly as you rolled your head and looked down at your phone. There was absolutely a drunken slur to his words.

“What’s up with you?”

“Jus’ go ta yer damn, dinn’a, (Y/N). I’m busy.” You sat up a little straighter as the phone call went dead. You quickly dialed the phone again, growling when your call was sent to voicemail.

“The fuck did I do?!” You shouted into his voicemail. You growled and hung up the phone before calling Stacy to come over and help you carry things over to the club house. She knew with one look at your face as you came out of your room with your blue, Thanksgiving sweater dress on, not to ask what was wrong.

“Well you look beautiful.” She said sweetly as she put the potatoes and pie in her warming bag. You gave her a small smile as you stepped into your boots and shrugged on your jacket.

“Thanks, Stace. Tink, you be good.” She huffed at you from her spot on the couch as Todd helped you out of the RV, which was a feat in and of itself. He held your arm and headed toward the main building when Chibs appeared out of nowhere. The stench of whisky made your stomach turn and you took a physical step back to get away from it.

“Ye know wha’ I don’ und’astand, luv.” He snapped as he pointed at you. “Ye’ve all these stupid followers an’ yet yer alone. All bloody alone. Ye call them yer family yet ‘ere we are. Surrounded by people who know shite about ye. Wit’ yer cameras an’…”

“Son, I think you need to go lie down.” Tod said as he moved protectively in front of you. Chibs shook his head and stepped with him so he could still see you.

“I’ve a family, luv. I ‘ave. An’ it’s not out’a desperation like yers.” You gasped as tears welled in your eyes and Stacy instantly moved in front of you.

“Chibs, go lay down.” She said with venom dripping from her voice. “Now. You have no right to speak to her like that.”

“I’ve… every right.” He said as he tried to step toward you again. You had no idea where this anger was coming from but today was not the day to deal with it.

“Go sleep it off, Filip… for Avery. I’ll bring you a plate in a little bit and you can tell me everything on your mind.” He looked like he was about to fight it but nodded to himself.

“For Avery.” Tears fell softly from your eyes as you watched him pull a bottle of whisky from his pocket. “’s’always for Avery.”

“Can you make sure he gets back?” You asked Todd as Chibs stumbled off in the wrong direction. He nodded and handed you off to Stacy with an aggravated sigh. He muttered under his breath as he grabbed Chibs’ arm and lead him toward your RV. “What did I do?” You asked Stacy as the two of you watched the two men walk away. She shook her head as she laced her arm with yours.

“You didn’t baby. He’s just a drunk Scot.”

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You only stayed at the Thanksgiving feast for a couple hours before the ache in your heart and back sent you back to the RV. You brought back a big plate for Chibs, a few things for Tink, and a large assortment of desserts for yourself, to drown your own sorrows in chocolate and pumpkin pie. You though your body hurt earlier but now it felt like your muscles were on fire. And Avery wasn’t helping at all; she was now practicing her field goal kicks on your spine, ribs and lungs.

“Hey Tinkerbell. Yea, mommy’s home. Look out.” You said as you held the plates of food above your head. You looked over at the loud, angry sounding snore that came from your bedroom and tears filled your eyes. You sighed, set your plates down on the counter and started preparing Tink’s dinner. You tried not to think about Chibs’ words as you put his plate in the microwave and set the dog bowl on the floor. With a sigh, you toed off your boots and headed into the room to change.

“Luv?” You glanced over at Chibs as you pulled your dress off over your head. “Why are ye takin’ it off.”

“Dinner’s over, Filip.” You sighed as you tossed the blue material toward the washing machine. “Spent it with my fake family.” You heard him sigh and groan as you grabbed your flannel pajamas from the drawer. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No… Yer pregnant, luv. I won’t ‘ave…”

“What? You won’t have what, Filip? Please, tell me when ya started carin’ about someone you ain’t know shit about. Ain’t that what you said?” You paused at the door to your room and turned back to look at him with tear filled eyes. “You have no obligation ta be here. I was gunna do this by myself anyways. You wanna be with your family that don’t involve your daughter, than go. Go be with them. I have my cameras after all.” You slammed the bedroom door closed behind you and stormed into the living room as you pulled on your PJ’s. Chibs came running out after you as you grabbed a blanket from the cabinet above the TV.

“Stop. Luv, stop.”

“What did I do?” You sobbed as you let him pull you into his arms. Your stomach turned violently at the overpowering smell of whisky. “What did I do?”

“No, shh… m’luv, ye did nothin’. I’m sorry, luv.” He held you tight and rubbed your back as he slowly backed up to the couch. He sat down and pulled you down onto his lap. “I jus’… Shite, luv. I got a call from ‘ome while I was workin’ on tha’ RV. Some of the boys went in ta jail for bull-shite charges an’ I jus’ snapped. I shouldn’t’a taken it out on ye.”

“No…” You sobbed as you shook your head. He smiled weakly and shook his head.

“No.” He kissed your forehead.

“We’re goin’ back for Christmas.” You choked as he used his calloused thumb to brush your tears away. “I know ya miss them. Heard ya talkin’ ta them last week. It was… ‘posed ta be a surprise.”

“Fuck… luv, I’m so sorry.” Out of nowhere, you heard a ‘pop’ like the way your ankles did when you rolled them before bed and a gush of water pooled between your legs. Your tears came out even harder as you shook your head.

“I think my water broke.” You sobbed. Chibs sighed and nodded.

“Yea, luv. It did.” He slipped his arm under your knee and behind your back and stood up with a small huff. “Let’s get ye too the ‘ospital, sweetheart.”

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“‘ey ye all.” Chibs said softly as he held your phone out in front of him with one hand. His smile threatened to break his cheeks as he glanced down for a half second. “Chibs ‘ere wit’ (Y/N)… an’ finally, Miss Avery.” He shifted the phone in his hand to show the tiny, pink bundle in his arms. “Someone was finally ready ta take on the world… afta puttin’ ‘er mum through sixteen ‘ours of labor.” He chuckled slightly as he slowly rocked the chair he was in; his eyes locked on his beautiful baby girl. “She’s got ten finger’s an’ ten toes… an’ she’s perfect.”

“Mommy’s doin’ fine, too.” You said from your bed as you watched Chibs with your daughter. He glanced up at you with a smile and turned his attention, temporarily, back to the live feed on your phone.

“Yes, mum’s perfect, too. She let me be the one ta tell ye….”

“Cause ya begged…” You muttered as you pulled your blanket up to your chin in the cold room.

“… but I’m sure she’ll share more lat’a.” He said. “Now, I’m gun’ go spend some times wit’ m’girls. See ye, lat’a.” You smiled over at him as he ended the short video and set your phone down on the little table. He got up from the chair and came over to you with a giant smile on his face. “Ye did good, luv.” You smiled and nodded as he passed you your beautiful baby girl.

“We made her.” You said softly as you placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He nodded his head and sat down on the bed beside your hip.

“Now we jus’ got ta not mess ‘er up too bad.”

#Chibs x Reader #Life On The Road

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pixiealtaira · 7 years

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My favorite places to eat…

pairing: Kadam by the end

There’s a little diner on the northern outskirts of Lima that Kurt’s mother would take him to between picking him up from his dance class and taking him to the garage to be watched by his dad while his mom taught her afternoon piano lessons. They stopped for French fries and small milk shakes and always split a piece of pie or cheese cake. In winter they had hot chocolates instead of milkshakes, with whipped creams and chocolate sprinkles. As soon as Kurt learned to drive and got his license, he headed there whenever needed time to regroup and gather his wits, whenever he needed time to just get through another day. LuLu knows him by name and always had hot chocolate with sprinkles or a blueberry shake ready for him within two minutes of his arrival. He went with the girls from Glee Club once. Rachel threw a fit over the lack of vegetarian choices and Mercedes was rude about the lack of tater tots and Santana and Brittany skipped out as soon as they pulled in the parking lot. Only Tina was relatively nice about it. Kurt didn’t bother bringing anyone else from glee. Kurt never took Blaine there, not in all the time they were together. Not After Blaine’s response when they had had to pull into the truck-stop diner on the way from Dalton to Lima the one evening when the snow was coming down so badly Kurt could not see any longer. Blaine’s sneer and refusal to sit and eat anything amidst such ‘low-life’ as common truck drivers made Kurt vow never to allow him close enough to hurt LuLu or any of the others at the diner, even though it hurt to not be able to share that part of himself with Blaine. It made Kurt feel…less.

Two blocks down and two blocks over from the loft is a small diner Kurt found during Rachel’s first ‘I’m queen of the whole world’ phase. He heads over quite often. Nana Jo feeds him all sorts of ‘New York’ foods, but his favorite thing served is their seafood hot sub and the ‘old-fashioned port’ soda. He doesn’t get to order it often, though, because Nana Jo wants him to try everything at least once. He took Adam there once, on their first dinner date. Nana Jo adored him. He never took Blaine there. He almost did, but Blaine scoffed at the store front as they walked by and Kurt decided it was just be his place to enjoy when he needed a place to get away. He invited Elliot and Dani to join him there after Santana and Rachel were no longer in the band. They liked it as much as he did and Nana Jo always talked to Dani about new dishes she could try that Dani would like. Soon Nana Jo has quite the business with Dani’s vegetarian friends.

Down from the theater where Kurt ended up with a work study job as an errand boy and usher after he came back to New York from Lima, leaving Rachel to run the glee club and Blaine to happily shack up with Dave and Sue Sylvester to be utterly insane…all without him, is a Diner with an old fashioned soda counter and booths that remind him of Grease. It reminds him a little bit of the Spotlight, where he managed to get his job back because he could sing with the guys and girls where ever Gunther needed an extra voice. He drops in on the way to work for breakfast and a coffee every day. Ms. Bessie reminds him so much of Debbie from Queer as Folk that Kurt walked out and looked at the name of the diner to make sure he hadn’t walked into a different reality. He loves her as much as he thinks he would have loved Debbie, too. She introduced him to biscuits and gravy and scones with honey butter, and Kurt eats their fruit bowl and granola three days a week to make up for the other two. It turns out many of the theater workers frequent the diner and after one very stressful day when Kurt was at his wits end due to the director having ‘issues’ with the stage manager and airing them loudly for all in the theater to hear, witness, and unfortunately for Kurt be runner for…Ms. Bessie came running in with a banana split milkshake with cherries and hot fudge for him and milkshakes for the others stuck there. One of the actors, who had the smarts with all the other actors to vacate and move practice to someone’s apartment when the stage manager started throwing things, had informed Ms. Bessie that Kurt and the few others stuck at the theater still needed something good. She bustled Kurt and the two stage hands left in the line of fire into a dressing room to eat and then left. When Kurt and the others left, well…the director and the stage manager were no longer at odds and Kurt made sure to steam clean the sofa on stage before anyone used it the next day. When Rachel came to town, demanding Kurt get her an audition for something where he was working, because ‘Jesse managed and Kurt didn’t want to be behind in the best friend race did he?’, and Kurt said no just to have Rachel storm around threatening him, his whole career, and everything else in front of everyone he worked with…everyone…Kurt spent the evening at the diner. Luckily a few apples and Elliot came back into his life before Rachel came back to NYADA…queening it about as if she’d never left. They spent hours at the diner down the street from the theater Kurt worked at after Kurt got a stage hand job after his work study and hours at the diner by the loft. The post work-study job fit nicely into his schedule since he couldn’t get his Vogue job back after going to Lima for so long.

He ran into Adam again at a diner not far from the theater where Adam was playing in an off-Broadway modern-day version of Taming of the Shrew. Kurt was there to meet up with Lenny, who he had worked with during his work study and who had landed the stage manager job in the show Adam was in. He’d just seen the show on the tickets Lenny had given out to friends he’d worked with before. Lenny had been a great co-worker and Kurt had been excited to see him and catch up with him after several months of not seeing him and Lenny had insisted he need to talk to Kurt and share news. Kurt hadn’t expected to see Adam. He hadn’t known Adam was in the show. Adam was brilliant, beautiful… breathtaking. Kurt had left quickly and waited for Lenny at the designated diner, his mind no longer on Lenny and his news but on Adam. Lenny came in and Kurt’s attention settled a bit, long enough to head Lenny’s news of marriage and a baby on the way…which Kurt was really happy about since Lenny and his girlfriend had been trying to have kids for years…but then Adam came into the diner and Kurt couldn’t help but stare.

“Kurt?” Lenny said, after noticing Kurt had not been listening to him. He followed Kurt’s gaze to where Adam was sitting.

“Ahh. Yo! Kurt!” Lenny said a bit louder. Kurt looked back to Lenny with a bit of a blush.

“Sorry.” Kurt said.

“So, have a bit of a crush on the resident heartthrob?” Lenny asked. “You aren’t the first to stare at him and I’m sure you won’t be the last. Do you want me to introduce you?”

Kurt shook his head. “No. It’s ok. Now, are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”

Lenny smiled. “After all we’ve dealt with I just want a healthy baby. Are you sure you don’t want an introduction? Adam is…”

“Pleased to see you here,” Adam said from behind Kurt. “I love this diner. Did I hear right? Congratulations Lenny.”

“Thanks, Adam this is…” Lenny started.

“Kurt,” Adam said very softly. “I was hoping it was you.”

“Adam, you were breathtaking.” Kurt whispered.

Lenny sat back and raised his eyebrows as Adam reached forward towards Kurt’s face before pulling his hand back.

“Isn’t that my line?” Adam replied with a smile.

“Adam, you were breathtaking.” Kurt repeated, smiling back.

“Thank you. How have you been?” Adam asked.

“I’ve been.” Kurt replied. “It’s been life, you know….good bad ugly messy…and you?”

“I’ve been good. Better now I’m back in the US and working a steady job. How are thing between you and….Blaine wasn’t it?”

“They aren’t and it had been an unmitigated disaster for much longer than I ever should have allowed. Oh, God Adam, I am so sorry…sorry for how you were treated by Rachel and Santana and sorry for how I treated you and sorry you were touched by the catastrophe that was my life and…just sorry. I was such a mess and I had no right letting it all touch you in any way without giving you a whole lot more warning first.”

Kurt’s outburst came with tears and Lenny handed Kurt a napkin, reminding the other two men he was still there.

“Oh, Lenny. I am so sorry….I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Kurt said.

‘Oh, no…it is fine.” Lenny said. “I need to be heading home anyway…Jewel likes me to be home close to on time.”

“Tell her congratulations from me and that as soon as she wants I’ll take her shopping. I know the best places to dress your little one like a star for very very little money!” Kurt said.

Lenny laughed. “I’ll tell her. I’ll leave you two to your…reunion?”

Adam chuckled. “I met Kurt his first semester at NYADA.”

“Ahh…anyway, later.”

Kurt and Adam watched Lenny leave and Adam slid into the bench Lenny had been sitting in. “Mind if I eat something? I’m starving and I have nothing at home to fix.” Adam said.

“Go ahead. I think I’ll grab something as well…and then you can tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Their grab something turned out to be multiple somethings as they talked for hours. They met Missi and Kendra who kept them in coffee and fries and then Jamie Lynn who introduced them to the diner’s famous breakfast bowls. Adam and Kurt saw them every night for about six weeks for hours after Adam was done with his show. By that time Adam had been introduced to Ms. Bessie and been reintroduced to Nana Jo. After six weeks they stopped by a lot less in the diner by Adam’s work and a lot more in the diner by the loft…as Adam moved in with Kurt as roommates.

Two years later Kurt took Adam to Lima. LuLu greeted Kurt at the door with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and pulled out photos of Kurt and his mother eating there to show Adam. She produced peach pie for Adam and Cheery cheesecake for Kurt, to match his still cherry like cheeks. She and the other waitresses who’d worked there when Kurt was a wee tot told Adam and Kurt tale after tale of little Kurt’s adventures and teen Kurt’s heartaches. Kurt left with the promise for it never to be so long between visits and to bring Adam back with every time he came home to Lima. It is never longer than six months between visits again.

Years later, in an interview after his first Tony award, the reporter asked Kurt about his favorite place to eat.

“Diners.” Kurt answered. “There is just something mystic about Diners. Magical people work there and there is always something incredible to eat.”

#glee fanfic #Kurt Hummel #Kadam

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chyeahnursey · 7 years

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Laying the Groundwork

It’s my birthday and I’m giving you a present! Some Ford fluff

Read here on ao3 (x)

r u available later? Ford types out, her eyes narrowed. my shitty lead just broke half the set and ofc the guy who built it is gone for the wknd

The message comes back almost instantly. wanna do it tomorrow morning? I can finish my piece now and then you don’t have to rush

that would be perf. thx Lardo. Ford sticks her phone back in her pocket and surveys the stage. The lead actor was supposed to slam the door, but he slammed it so hard it had jammed, and then he yanked on it to try and enter again and managed to rip a hinge out. Not only that, but the door had swung open so violently after the hinge broke that it had banged a dent into the adjacent wall. She resigned herself to spending the night in the theatre and headed to the back to find some tools, a can of paint, and if she was lucky, the snacks she’d stashed back there once upon a rehearsal.

Less than fifteen minutes later, she was walking back into the theatre with a few tools, paint, and some questionable but probably still good chocolate, when she saw someone up on the set.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be in here!” Ford yelled, her voice echoing in the empty theatre.

“Holy shit-” the other person cursed and something fell to the floor. They turned around and Ford realized it wasn’t some idiot fooling around, it was Dex.

“What are you doing here?

“I, uh,” he held up his toolbox, “I’m here to help with the set? Uh, if you want, I mean.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Lardo mentioned it in the group chat.” He shifted awkwardly. “Sorry I startled you.”

“No, it’s fine, I just thought it was one of the freshman trying to mess with the set,” Ford said as she dumped her haul on the floor. “Our set designer is away for the weekend and took most of his tools, so I’m definitely not going to say no to any help. Don’t you have a big assignment due Monday though?”

Dex shrugged. “C and I finished most of it this afternoon, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Ford nodded. “Here, let me show you the idiot did.”

~~~

It turned out Dex had everything they needed in his toolbox, including some small pieces of drywall they could use to reinforce the area where the hinge was. Dex left Ford to work on the hinge while he checked out the rest of the set. He set about reinforcing some of the weak spots in the structure to make sure there wouldn’t be any more ‘accidents’ caused by enthusiastic actors. They worked in companionable silence for nearly two hours before Ford started yawning so much that Dex took the hammer away from her.

“Hey, I’m not-” Ford was cut off by a yawn. “I’m not done yet!”

“Yep, you are.” Dex started packing his tools up.

“Who died and made you boss?”

Dex snorted. “Do you think Lardo would be happy with me if I let you injure yourself because you’re tired? I don’t want to get stuck with frogs for roommates for the next two years.”

“You do realize that I’ll be your manager for the next two years?” Ford resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

“Mm hmm. Lardo’s still scarier though.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.”

“You know, I think she’d be happy about that.” He surveyed the set. “Really though, you’ve done everything you can except paint that dent, and that can definitely wait until tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Ford sighed.

“Come on, all this hard work calls for pie. Bitty was baking when I left, he said he’d save us some.”

Ford hesitated, thinking about the long walk home from the Haus, before her stomach growled and made her choice for her. “Okay, let’s go.”

Dex grabbed his toolbox and Ford scooped up her bag from the seat she’d abandoned it on. They made their way out of the theatre, and Ford found herself surprised by how dark it had gotten. They walked back to the Haus in companionable silence, giving Ford time to run down her mental list of what she still had to get done the next day. A long list, sure, but getting the set done today with Dex had definitely reduced her stress levels.

Bitty greeted them as soon as they walked in the door. “I’ve been saving you some pie and cookies, and I wouldn’t wait too long to eat them, the others have practically been drooling over them.”

“Practically? Bro, give us some credit, there’s been real drool,” Holster said, winking at Ford from the kitchen doorway. Dex practically kicked off his shoes and bolted for the food, while Ford took the extra minute to actually unlace her shoes and hang up her jacket. When she went into the kitchen, she realized Bitty hadn’t really been joking - all of the current Haus members were there, plus Nursey, Tango and Whiskey, and although they were all eyeing the plate Bitty had set out for her with interest. She sat down, Dex on one side and Bitty on the other, and took a bite of pie.

“Is this blueberry and peach?” Ford asked.

Bitty nodded and smiled.

“Oh my gosh, this is definitely my new favourite pie,” Ford said as she loaded more of it onto her fork.

“That’s what I was saying!” Tango exclaimed.

Ford looked him right in the eye as she ate her next bite, exaggeratedly licking her lips when she was done. “Too bad Bitty saved the rest for me and Dex, huh?”

Tango’s face fell and Ransom and Holster howled with laughter. Ford fought to keep a straight face and kept staring at Tango as she finished the pie, his expression becoming more and more distraught. She saw Nursey take a photo of him, and just knew it would be the next meme in the group chat. Dex was still shovelling the pie into his mouth, and Bitty kept picking up his mug of tea, more to hide his smirk than to actually drink it. Lardo was still hunched over her sketchbook, but she caught Ford’s eye and winked at her. The conversation slowly returned to normal, Ransom and Holster planning their next (and probably last, unfortunately) kegster, the frogs chirping each other about something that had happened at practice, Tango asking Bitty all sorts of questions about baking and Whiskey quietly listening in.

Ford relaxed back into her chair, letting the conversation flow around her. She should probably be heading back to her dorm soon, unless she wanted to sleep on the green couch again - it might have been comfy but the unknown stains kind of freaked her out. Not that it was much better than the green room couch she’d been known to nap on, but the theatre was her territory and no one was throwing kegsters there, so it seemed, at least, a little better. She managed another five minutes without a yawn, but as soon as she did yawn she realized how tired she really was.

“Tired?” Lardo asked her.

“Yeah,” Ford nodded. “Rehearsal was exhausting, and then dealing with the set on top of that - I’m wiped. Thanks again for the help,” she added, directing the last sentence towards Dex.

“No big,” he shrugged. “You had most of the stuff you needed anyways, you would have been fine.”

“I’d still be there, probably sleeping on their gross couch for the night,” she said. She yawned again.

“Wanna crash here for the night?” Lardo offered. “It’ll save you a trip in the morning, since we still have to go over the roadie info.”

“Um,” Ford hesitated for half a second, debating between the coziness of her own bed and the long walk back, “Sure, that would be great. Thanks Lardo.”

“Come on, I was about to head up anyways,” Lardo picked up her sketchbook and pencils. “See you guys later.”

A chorus of ‘goodnight’s followed them up the stairs. Lardo loaned her a pair of pajamas and Ford pretty much tumbled into the bed, half asleep before her head hit the pillow. She could hear Lardo moving around the room, and she could hear voices from the room next door - it sounded like Nursey and Dex were still hanging out with Chowder. Lardo flipped off the overhead light and turned on the light beside the bed, sitting down with a book and wiggling back into the nest of pillows she had made herself. Ford laid there on the verge of sleep, listening to Lardo turn the pages, when there was a light tap on the door. Chowder stuck his head in the room to say goodnight to them again, Ford managing to get out a sleep “Night, C” before he left. Lardo laughed at her and told her to go to sleep, “for real this time”. Ford grumbled but nodded, drifting off to the sounds of the Haus around her.

#omgcp fanfic #larissa duan #lardo #ford omgcp #foxtrot ford #dex #william poindexter #Ford and the smh #just fluff and stuff #mine #my fic

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cutiecrates · 5 years

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat Nov 18

I’m writing this a day or two later than I would have liked, but I’ve been playing my Atelier video game series again ;3

“The seasons have begun to change. The breeze has begun to chill, the leaves are slowly changing colors, and seasonal foods are starting to fill out the shelves. We here at TokyoTreat absolutely love autumn and all the autumn flavors like chestnuts, sweet potato, and more! That is why this month’s It’s Fall Ya’ll box you can find an assortment of tasty autumn flavors! We hope you enjoy this month’s box and set the mood for a joyous upcoming holiday season.“

For this month, our Lucky Treat stars random pieces from Kirby and One Piece! The prizes for the months contest feature My Hero Academia.

The book also features a connect the dots, an article about autumn scenery hot-spots in Japan, and an article about the food Oden- a warm dish often ate in fall or winter consisting of many items boiled in stock.

Peach Ginger Ale

Ironically, this time my plans weren’t to use the carpet but everywhere else was preoccupied. It makes a lovely backdrop though, doesn’t it?

Anyway, the DIY I won’t be reviewing. , if you’ve been a reader of this blog you will recognize it. Our featured item for this is the Canada Dry Peach Ginger Ale, which combines the taste of ginger ale and real peach juice. There is a total of 160 calories in this drink.

The color is a lot lighter than it looks in the picture, and it smells like peach gummies with a faint hint of ginger ale.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

I hate the taste of strong ginger, but I like ginger ale. Usually peach drinks have been good too, so I had high hopes this would be great.

However... I’m not entirely sure how I feel now. It doesn’t exactly taste like ginger ale to me, I mainly get a bitter peach juice taste, maybe with a very faint hint of ginger? I felt like the scent was way more appealing than the actual drink- but the more of it I drank, the more like ginger ale it tasted and less like peach. So it’s not the worst thing I’ve tried. Not by far.

Puffy Sweet Potato Chips & Japanese BBQ Scone

(I’m not sure what happened with the picture, please try to ignore that.)

These are two items we’ve had before in this box, several months/years back. But they are both extremely tasty so I’ll take it for what it is ;3

By Calbee, our first item is a bag of chips made from sweet potato all the way from Tanegashima Japan. They are fluffy with a light crisp, making them the perfect option for those who like a softer crunch or may not be eating harder foods just yet. Each bag is a total of 94 calories.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I love these! They’re sweet with a pinch of salt, and the texture reminds me a lot of Munchos chips. The sweet potato is barely noticeable, so if you don’t like it they’re not that bad, but if you do like it then you might not taste it enough.

Our other item is the months share pack, BBQ-flavored Scone (Basically the Japanese variant of Cheetos, but I think they have cheetos in Japan too...). Each bag is 99 calories, which if you ask me is a pretty good deal if you compare them to certain other options :P

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

These would be in my top 5 Japanese snack list for sure. They have a very strong flavoring and are coated in it; actually, after eating them I couldn’t help but note that flavor reminded me a lot of beef jerky. Which makes sense as they are flavored after grilled meat smothered in sauce, not just the sauce like most barbecue chips.

They taste very good, I’m sure a lot of people would like these ones.

Chestnut Kit Kats & Mont Blanc Shimi Choco

These are the perfect match and a great representation of fall. For Cuties unfamiliar with Mont Blanc, it is a chestnut dessert very similar to a cupcake.

First up is a bag of miniature Chestnut kit kats. Each pack is 64 calories and features a white chocolate covered wafer. I believe the chestnut is mixed with the chocolate, giving it a unique tinge.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

They’re pretty sweet with a neutral creaminess, with the chestnut mostly overpowering the white chocolate. I’m not complaining since I don’t like white chocolate very much.

To go with this is the Shimi Choco in Mont Blanc flavor. Shimi Choco is not a new thing for TokyoTreat subscribers/me, but this flavor sure is! Once again it features the chestnut product mixed in with white chocolate to create a delicious combination.

Each bag is 320 calories, and for those who might be unfamiliar with shimi choco- it is a light and crispy chocolate snack, often identifiable by it’s cute star shape.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

As much as I like shimi choco, I think I might like the kit kats more than these. They taste good, but they go stale pretty fast once opened (if not before then because keep in mind its been months since I got this). I was also a bit disappointed by how little they actually give you in the bag- especially because of how little we actually get.

That’s really saying something you know...

Tsum Tsum bitesize Choco, King’s Crown Chocolate Cookie, & Bisco Sandwich Snack

Okay, so the Tsum Tsum aren’t new and I’ve decided not to individually review them. Long story short, they’re cute and yummy, bitesize chocolate with a shell over them. Normally really good- but this time they sucked, due to a hole in the pouch they came in causing them to be stale by the time I got to them. If I had known about it when I got the box I would have eaten them.

This is why I always check my boxes, even if I don’t review them right away- just to make sure nothing is wrong/broken/missing. I somehow missed it though.

Anyway, the next item is the King’s Crown Chocolate Cookie; and doesn’t it just look precious~?

This is a special cookie because not only is it made from both regular and chocolate cookie, but the inside is filled with gooey chocolate ♥ You can heat it up to make it a dreamier experience or eat it as is.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

As I forgot to read the book before eating this snack, I was quite surprised by the chocolate. It’s a little runny, but it didn’t make a mess or anything. The sweetness of the chocolate compliments the neutral cookie flavors.

Our final item in this pic is the Sandwich Snack (obviously a cookie though, I’m not sure why they called it a snack) by Glico. Each bag includes 5 cookies, and one bag is 98 calories. Each cookie has a cute heart etched on it, and these are also the kinosei snack, made with lactic acid to help with digestion.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I liked sandwich cookies a lot more when I was little, and I’ve always liked Oreos but I don’t find myself eating them too often as of late. The flavor is very simple, but I swear I taste a tiny hint of lemon. I really like the cream, which might be small but fairly thick (and practically mold-able like air dry clay).

I feel like these would be a good option for children to have.

Juicy Gummies

Next up are these 100% juice made gummies, available in Grape, Peach, and Green Grape. They have a bell shape, but it’s said that if you’re lucky you can also find them in stars and hearts, which I think is very kawaii~

I didn’t realize that at the time when I took these pictures, but I did see both in my pack. Each pack has a total of 170 calories.

Rating: ♥ ♥

First of all you can see that their coloring is way off, but I suspect that’s due to the real juice. If they were artificial they probably would have resembled the pack more.

I loved the texture of these, they’re very soft. But I couldn’t stand the taste except for the green grape ones. The grape one doesn’t even taste like grape juice (which I love btw) it tastes more like artificial sugary jelly or jam (which I don’t like), while the peach was like... a poor comparison to the ginger ale drink.

As cute as the package is, I can’t say I would necessarily recommend these when I’ve tried so many better gummies.

Apple Pie Pie No Mi & Sweet Potato Caramel

Up first is everyone’s favorite Pie No Mi by Lotte. This time we get a buttery apple pie flavor and each box is a total of 380 calories.

Pie No Mi is popular for coming in a variety of seasonal flavors, each with a flaky, soft pastry outside fairly similar to a pies crust. The filling is chocolate flavored and colored after the main ingredient, in this case it’s apple custard.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I usually enjoy the Pie No Mi, and at first I didn’t think I would like this one at all after trying it. I love apples, but these actually taste like banana to me o_o I don’t like banana, but it’s saving grace was the fact that it’s not an artificial banana taste, it tastes like an actual banana to me.

To be air, they might taste this way because I didn’t open it sooner, but...

Anyway our next item is this adorable little box of caramels~

These are by the brand Morinaga, and each caramel (or pack, I’m not sure) is about 20 calories.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I ♥ caramel x3 they feel hard but they’re actually very soft and chewy, but not sticky so you won’t need to worry about teeth. The “sweet potato“ flavoring might sound a bit odd, but to me they still pretty much just taste like a normal caramel, which maybe a tiny hint of pumpkin spice or something. They’re not overly sweet.

Yakisoba Taro Snack & Vegetable Salad Umaibo

We’re down to our last two items of the box. First is this small bag of yakisoba snacking noodles, which are perfect if you like noodles and want to take them on the go but don’t have the appropriate utensils to make a cup.

I’m pretty sure we’ve had these before...

Rating: ♥ ♥

They tasted okay, and I love crunchy noodles (I don’t know why), but for some reason I’ve never been a huge fan of the ones meant for snacking. I don’t know if it’s this brand or if I’m just picky. But my mom loves them so I decided to just let her have them.

Our last item for the review is a vegetable Umaibo; as you can see it didn’t travel very well though. I don’t rough house with the box, I’m not sure what happened to it. It’s still edible though so it’s not a big deal :P

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Very delicious, even if it was a tiny bit messy to eat this time. I can’t really say it tastes like vegetable to me though, it reminded me of some powder you would put in cup noodles.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 3 out of 5. Once again I find myself conflicted by the repetition featured in this box. But compared to the prior box, the repetitive items we got I liked a lot more, so I suppose it might balance out.

Theme - 3 out of 5. I think about half of the box gave me fall vibes and made me think of the season quite well.

Total Rank: 8 out of 10. I never stepped back and said wow I love this box! during the review while exploring the items- but I didn’t hate or dislike more than 1 item and thought that the selection was nice. However I felt like there wasn’t a good balance. It felt very one-note in a way.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. BBQ Scone - I really like these, maybe a tiny dash less than the corn potage Umaibo. Highly recommend.

2. Umaibo - I’m not entirely sure what vegetable these represent because I didn’t taste salad at all. But I do really like the flavor :P

3. Puffy Sweet Potato Chips - I’ve had these before but I like how light and crisp they are. They never get old.

4. Chestnut Kit Kat - I liked their creamy flavor. Kit Kats are almost always delicious~

5. Shimi Choco - I wish there had been more, but I was kind of concerned over the calories >3<

6. Sweet Potato Caramels - I love caramel and these were pretty tasty.

7. King’s Crown Cookie - I thought the shape was very cute, and I liked the chocolate sauce on the inside.

8. Apple Pie Pie No Mie - I love the texture on these, although that usually never changes. I was kind of confused because to me these tasted like banana, not apple; but because they’re not artificial in taste I didn’t hate them.

9. Sandwich Snack/Cookie - I loved the cream in these, I was surprised by how much was actually in each one.

10. Canada Dry Peach Ginger Ale - It wasn’t too bad once I got used to it, but it still wouldn’t be my first choice. I really liked the label on it though.

11. Tsum Tsum Choco - Had these not been expired I would have liked them a lot more. They’re good any other time.

12. Juicy Gummies - I was so disappointed in these. I always expect fruits or gummies to taste amazing, then I’m let down when they don’t...

13. Yakisoba Taro Snack - I don’t know why I don’t like these, I just don’t.

Alrighty, we’ve come to the end of another review :3 I hope you enjoyed or liked the pictures at the very least. We got one more November box to cover, then we’ll be moving onto the December boxes!

Until next time, remember to open up a box of cuteness every day!

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