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oh how I love a good drabble, Pimsy!
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Frankie Morales (who else? lol)
Thank you for the tag, friendo!
I-was-made-for-loving-you-baby regards,
Beefro 👌🥩💜
I couldn’t help myself, I hope you don’t mind @beefrobeefcal but I made this an installment for Catfish and Mouse because I love them so much.
Pairing-Chubby Frankie Morales x OC Mouse
Summary-You give Frankie a special Valentine’s Day dessert and he cooks you dinner.
CW- Fluff Fluff and more Fluff, some suggestive content
Not beta read
Thats amore
I hope you’re hungry
That was all the warning you had during your work day from Frankie. No follow up text and no explanation as you racked your brain for hours for what that could mean. It was impossible to focus on anything else while trying to concentrate on your latest proposal.
Frankie told you not to make a big deal of Valentine’s Day like you usually did, since it was in the middle of your busy work week and he knew you always loved spoiling him in any way you possibly could. In the kitchen, in the bedroom, in public spaces, in front of his friends…you wanted to show people how much you loved and cared for him. He was insistent that you not plan anything for this day so that’s (sort of )what you did.
You couldn’t help yourself…you had to do a little something to show him how much he meant to you. How every waking moment of your day had thoughts of him.
You stare at the small pink paper bag in the passenger seat of your car and smile to yourself. Frankie was going to lose his mind over your special Valentine’s Day gift.
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Your mouth is watering as you enter your shared home. The sight of Frankie in the kitchen, your apron stretched comically across his belly and the smell of baked dough and garlic permeating your senses.
He forgoes a spoon as he dips his fingers in the sauce, licking them with a loud pop as it drips down his wrist. He smirks at you as you try not to trip over your own feet, setting down your work bag on the chair as you round the kitchen island.
“Have a seat baby.” His husky tone seeps into your bones as you slide into the seat at the table.
You can’t help but rub your thighs together for some friction as you watch him cook for you. The thing you always do for him, the thing he loves so much and you would do a thousand times over so you could watch him moan and his eyes roll in the back of his head as he eats to his heart's content.
He brings a spoonful over carefully holding his hand underneath so as to not spill a drop. “I made my famous spaghetti.”
You can see his eyes widen as the sauce hits your lips. Perhaps the same look you give him when he indulges in one of the many meals you make. It’s a whirlwind being on the receiving end of this kind of attention. It may be a while before he relinquishes this kind of control back to you. He finally has a taste of how you feel when he’s helpless to your witchcraft. It’s the only way he can describe how you can reduce him to a puddle of mush after stuffing him full of your love.
“I’ve never heard of this ‘famous’ dish.” You smile at him as you unbutton your blouse. His eyes flit to your chest briefly as he serves you up a plate.
“Ask Benny…it’s notoriously famous.” He winks at you and you’re unsure of what exactly that means but it can’t be good.
“Did I tell you how much I loved you today?” You say with a mouthful of food.
“I was made for lovin you baby.” He leans in kissing your cheek, leaving a smudge of sauce behind.
You can feel his eyes practically burning a hole through your clothing as you moan at the taste of his food. He’s made a mental note to cook for you now at least once a week if you’ll let him, just for his own personal enjoyment.
You’re just about to tell him to stop ogling you and eat when you see his eyes on your pink bag.
“Mouse?” He juts his chin. “What’s in the bag?”
“Oh…that’s just dessert.” You feign innocence and resume your meal as he leans back in the chair. Arms crossed over his large frame while he studies you.
“Let’s have it then.” He growled at you as he reached across the table for the bag. You swiftly pulled it away chuckling to yourself at the warning look he gives you. “Mouse I’m serious…let me see it.”
“I just don’t want you to ruin your appetite on dessert.” You tease as you reach in the bag revealing your new lingerie set.
He audibly gulps and his eyes are comically wide. “Is that…is that candy?”
“Mhm…the top is watermelon and the bottoms are-“
You shriek when he cuts you off as he yanks your chair back and throws you over his shoulder.
“I’m having my dessert now.”
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated
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What do you think about the world - where do you find the most beauty in it? What inspired you to begin writing, and what prompted you to write about Sleep Token? What's your favorite food?
i get really in my head sometimes. sometimes when i go to restaurants, i have meals and i think, “i can make this better,” and i go home and workshop the recipes until i get it the way i pictured it in my head when i was back at the restaurant. i like to take cherry tomatoes and slice them into tiny circles and lay them artfully until the cover the surface of the plate, little pops of color, reds and yellows and deep purples, and julienne basil leaves and scatter them across, and drizzle it with good olive oil and balsamic vinegar and crack a ball of burrata on top, flakey sea salt and fresh ground black pepper. the insides of the burrata mix with the oil and vinegar and makes a light dressing and it’s maybe what i think happiness is supposed to feel like.
i think i write because otherwise what do i do with all the thoughts in my head? i feel like i’m doing three things at all times; when i write, i usually have a video playing on the television, and then there’s the writing, and then there’s all the thinking. sometimes i watch a video on the television and then i watch videos on my phone at the same time because there’s too much thinking. i don’t know if anyone picked up on this, but i’m an incredibly anxious person. i think it’s easier to filter out the worst parts of my personality on the internet, but the anxiety is the worst part. at my worst point, i was convinced my house would burn down if i so much as looked at the oven so i stopped using the oven. i pretended it didn’t exist in my house and it worked for a while.
all of my degrees are in education; it’s great if you want to understand how the world works but it’s bad if you want to understand how the world works. the thing is that everyone has a perspective and not everyone is allowed to share it. it’s a gift to be able to share my perspective, even if it’s sleep token fanfiction on the internet, and i think that when you read what i write you’re able to get a sense of the things that i value: community, prioritization of people, and the intrinsic magic in the parts of life that are not magical.
i guess found sleep token in october or november of last year through tiktok, and then started listening to their music, and then i sought out the fandom. and i guess, as they say, the rest is history.
i take a lot of pictures, because i like the idea of a personal history, of taking a visual record of the marks you left in the world. i like to take pictures of myself in places as if to say, “i’m here, i’m here.” i like to take pictures of my food, both dishes i’ve made and dishes that i’ve ordered. this, too, is a type of history, i think: a documented list of the ways in which i’m allowed to take up space in the world.
a thick slice of tomato. the crunch of toasted bread, slathered in butter. green beans cooked down, simmering on a stove like generations of relatives have done in the past. cornbread and pinto beans and collard greens. yogurt with fruit and granola and a dollop of lemon curd. plump portobello mushrooms fresh off a grill. zucchini with sear marks. chocolate eclairs.
take equal parts butter and flour and make a light roux. add in heavy cream, panic because it curdles at first, but keep whisking it in. it’s going to work out. keep adding cream until you have an amount of sauce that makes your heart full. add it freshly ground black pepper. no, more than that. no, more than that. the béchamel should be flecked heavily with black pepper. there’s as many spots of black pepper as there are thoughts in your head. add in sliced sundried tomatoes, the dry ones. not the ones packed in oil that look like little organs and make your stomach turn. pour in a little bit of starchy pasta water. toss your pasta, an interesting shape, in the sauce. plate it, dust it with just the barest amount of parmesan cheese. you don’t need as much as you think. squeeze a wedge of lemon overtop all of it. flakey salt. take a bite. you don’t need anything else.
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Castletown Café Episode 20: Spider Donut
Ahuhuhu...I seem to have lost track of time. Has it really been three weeks!? Oops. But I didn’t want to wait a whole year to post these, even though I did learn quite a lot while making them. I’ll have to remake these next October so the glaze is more purple than black!
It was only a matter of time before Undertale recipes made their way into this Deltarune-inspired cooking blog, given they share the same creator and are alternate universes or timelines of each other. Here in the Castletown Café, we’re very familiar with Muffet’s Spider Donuts: made by spiders, for spiders...of spiders. Indeed, Muffet is a known cannibal, not only eating small regular spiders but also shown to try to eat other monsters (and one human) by turning them into baked goods. Whether or not she has successfully done that, we don’t know...
There are no spiders or monsters in these donuts; just flour, eggs, sugar, the usual ingredients for baked cake donuts. The description of Spider Donuts state that they’re made with fresh Spider Cider in the batter, so we’re using the next best thing: apple cider!
Many apple cider donut recipes call for reducing the apple cider by heating it over the stove and letting it simmer down to just a smaller amount, usually half a cup. This is done to reduce the amount of liquid that goes into the batter as well as to pack the donuts full of that apple cider flavor!
The recipe I followed from Sally’s Baking Addiction included apple pie spice - something I don’t have - so I made my own by combining cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, allspice, and ginger. The exact measurements of each will be listed in the recipe.
I created my own recipe for blueberry glaze by cooking frozen blueberries, blending that into puree, and then adding powdered sugar and a little melted butter. If there is anything I’ve learned from creating my own glaze recipe, it is to SIFT YOUR POWDERED SUGAR FIRST! Otherwise you’ll have lumps in your glaze that heating it up won’t fix! I’d sift it at least twice to get most of the lumps out before adding it to the blueberry puree.
Unfortunately, this glaze was too dark - so although blueberry puree sounded like a good idea (and maybe if it was fresh instead of frozen or less puree was used, maybe the colors would have been brighter), maybe it should be something else, like blackberry - or just basic vanilla glaze with food coloring added. I need to experiment first.
The webs are super easy: just melt white chocolate chips, fill a piping bag, and pipe on your white chocolate spider webs! You can use the microwave or a double boiler, but be careful if you choose the microwave because you can burn it easily that way. You can make your own “makeshift double boiler” by filling a saucepan with water and placing the lid of the right size upside down over the water so you can pour the white chocolate into it and use that as a shallow dish.
Liiike this!
As you can see, it needs to be a metal saucepan with a matching metal lid, not glass, and no hole(s) in it for steam to escape. Idk if they still make lidded saucepans with metal, holeless lids, come to think of it...since I use several that are part of a set made in the 70′s!
SPIDER DONUTS:
2 cups (or 250g) all-purpose flour
3/4 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 and 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp allspice
1/8 tsp ground ginger
1/8 tsp ground nutmeg
Sprinkle of ground clove
1/4 tsp salt
1 and 1/2 cups (or 360ml) apple cider - reduced down to 1/2 cup (or 120 ml)
1 large room temperature egg
1/2 cup (or 120 ml) room temperature milk
2 tablespoons (or 30g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter
1/2 cup (or 100 g) packed brown sugar, light or dark works fine (I used dark)
1/2 (or 100g) cup granulated sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
Glaze:
2 or 3 tablespoons blueberry puree
1 cup (or 200g?) powdered sugar
2 tablespoons (or 30 g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter
Topping:
About 1 cup (or 200 g?) white chocolate chips, melted
Heat your apple cider in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Have it simmer for up to 10 minutes or more, stirring occasionally. Keep checking every 5 minutes afterward to make sure it’s evaporating. You’re likely to still have a bit more than 1/2 cup after 20-30 minutes, that’s okay. Pour the reduced cider into a 1/2 cup measuring cup, and feel free to drink whatever’s left.
While the reduced cider cools, preheat your oven to 350 degrees F (or 177 degrees C) and grease your donut pans (you’ll need at least two 6-cavity donut pans).
Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and spices together and set aside.
In a separate bowl, whisk together the melted butter, egg, brown and granulated sugars, vanilla, and milk. Pour into the dry ingredients and stir together while slowly pouring in the cooled apple cider reduction. Stir until fully combined and no streaks of dry flour remain. Your batter will be slightly thick. Do not overmix, it affects the texture.
Spoon or pour the batter into the donut cavities. I just scooped it in, but you can try using a piping bag, which is recommended in most cake donut recipes!
Bake for 10-12 minutes or until fully risen and not shiny. The tops should be a nice golden brown, and a toothpick inserted in should come out clean. Also, if it springs back when you poke it, that’s another sign they’re done. Use whatever testing method works best for you.
While you wait for the donuts to cool, get the ingredients ready for the glaze! Combine 1 cup (200 g?) of frozen blueberries in a saucepan with 2 to 3 tablespoons of water. Cook over medium-high heat and let the berries bubble for a few minutes. Once fully cooked and a nice hot berry sauce has formed, remove from heat.
Have it cool a little before pouring it into a blender or food processor. With the puree setting, blend until smooth. Measure out 2 or 3 tablespoons of blueberry puree and add to a bowl.
Sift your powdered sugar a couple of times before adding it to your blueberry puree. Melt 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter and add it to your glaze mixture, stirring until your glaze forms.
Dunk cooled donuts halfway into the glaze to frost the tops. Let dry while you melt your white chocolate.
Over medium heat, heat water in a saucepan and place a fitting holeless metal lid upside down over the water - or just use a double boiler if you have one.
Pour the white chocolate chips into your saucepan lid/double boiler and let melt, stirring occasionally. Keep an eye on your chocolate so that it doesn’t burn.
Once your chocolate is fully melted, scoop into a piping bag fitted with a small round tip (you can fill your piping bag by placing it tip side down in a glass so it stands upright, keeping it open by curling the ends around the rim of your glass). Pipe white chocolate spider webs onto your donuts, working quickly before the white chocolate hardens back up again.
Ta-da! You now have delicious apple cider donuts with blueberry glaze and white chocolate spider webs! A multitude of flavors all wrapped up in one Spider Donut - hold the spiders.
Sources:
???, Sally, “Baked Apple Cider Donuts”, Sally’s Baking Addiction, sallysbakingaddiction.com, 9/14/2018. Link: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/baked-apple-cider-donuts/
Jeanne McDowell, Erin, “Baked Apple Cider Doughnuts”, The New York Times, cooking.nytimes.com. Link: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1019593-baked-apple-cider-doughnuts
Zhang, Catherine, “Baked Blueberry Glazed Donuts”, Catherine Zhang, zhangcatherine.com, 5/24/2021. Link: https://zhangcatherine.com/baked-blueberry-donuts/
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In Chapter 12, Stella begins using more than one word at a time. The buttons are not all on a board yet, they are a few paces away from each other. So Stella is apparently hitting a button and then walking a few paces to hit another button.
I had never modeled two words together with Stella’s buttons. It never seriously crossed my mind that she might reach this significant language milestone.
I just want to take a moment here to acknowledge the absolute ego on this woman. Hunger truly seems to believe that she has made this incredible scientific breakthrough that nobody has considered before. She seems truly convinced that her dog has reached all the same language milestones as children and can now talk in multiple word combinations.
The more I thought about Stella’s new skills, the more it actually made sense.
The more I thought about wanting my dog to be able to communicate with speech, the more I convinced myself it was true.
First Stella pointed out that we were late for our normal walk, and now she is requesting it.
Storytelling.
She not only combined words and modified her message so appropriately, she also engaged in one of the first actual short conversations we had. Normally, Stella told us what she wanted or what she was thinking, and we would respond. This time, she heard and saw my response that I was not going to feed her right then and replied to it by saying "love you no."
This is literally the equivalent of dog owners who post to reddit saying, “My dog pissed on my bed out of spite”.
In Chapter 13, Hunger moves all the buttons to a board.
I was not giving Stella treats or any sort of reward besides the natural response to her communication when she explored her new board setup. Even though extrinsic rewards like treats may seem beneficial, research actually shows that providing external motivation can hinder long-term intrinsic motivation in humans. Recent analyses in the areas of intrinsic and extrinsic motivation has shown that, "128 experiments led to the conclusion that tangible rewards tend to have a substantially negative effect on intrinsic motivation. When institutions, families, schools, businesses, and athletic teams, for example, focus on the short-term and opt for controlling people’s behavior, they do considerable long-term damage."
This is so incredibly misguided. Hunger cannot recognise the actual reinforcement she is providing Stella. She will only accept that the reinforcement is an intrinsic desire to communicate with speech, completely disregarding any communication already happening that is actually relevant for the species at hand. She once again cites human-specific research and immediately supplants it onto dog behaviour as if it’s 1:1. If we were to talk about intrinsic motivation in dogs, I doubt very much that communication via speech – something dogs are not capable of – would come into it at all. There is already much discussion around motivation in dogs, but Hunger as usual has no interest in that.
Monkeys who explored the puzzle purely for curiosity and fun consistently outperformed the primates who were given raisins as a reward. I hypothesized that dogs would also have an overpowering intrinsic drive when given the chance to use it.
The ego on this woman. Hunger, you don’t need to hypothesise. There is existing research about dog behaviour and dog training and dog motivation and you refuse to look it up!
Stella could have given up. She could have continued pawing at her food dish and water bowl. She could have stood by the door whining whenever she wanted to go outside. She could have nudged the collar she wears when we take her to the beach to let us know she wanted the beach. But she did not do that. Her communication skills had already grown so much beyond simply requesting actions. She was motivated on her own to figure out the new locations of her words, so she could use them again. She needed her words back to share all the thoughts she had about what was happening, what she noticed, and what was missing from her routines.
Again, here Hunger is attributing Stella’s motivation to keep using the buttons as intrinsic desire to communicate. She does not acknowledge that the buttons now have a strong reinforcement history for Stella.
"Help," Stella said. I started walking over to her board. "Love you help." Stella wagged her tail as I approached. "Love you, too, Stella. You need more help?" I started from the bottom and pushed each button while slowly saying each word.
We are in a magical thinking fantasy land now.
In addition to being back to her typical chatty self, Stella started using her board almost as a home base. She brought her toys to it, dropped them on the empty space, sat on it, and licked it frequently. Now she sometimes chose to nap lying down on the floor with her head on her board. Before moving her buttons, she never hung out in this area of the apartment. Stella was taking ownership of her device. She knew it was for her and wanted to spend time near it.
I hate this incredibly shallow analysis that just happens over and over again. Hunger is repeatedly incapable of viewing anything to do with Stella or the buttons as anything other than deliberate, intrinsically motivated communication with an AAC device. She refuses to try any other perspective or consider any other reasoning.
She navigated to each button so deliberately. And the phrase made sense for the current circumstances.
Of course it made sense – your brain is looking for any possible way to make Stella’s button usage make sense to you! You are so invested in this narrative that your brain won’t let you think about other possible explanations!
"Love you water," she said. Stella stood next to her beach collar. Now Stella used “water” as another way to refer to the beach. Stella found a different way to ask for the beach when her desires still were not being met. This was an entirely new level of complexity.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!
In Chapter 14, Hunger introduces four new words: Stella, Jake, Christina, good. We delve even deeper into the nonsense. I am having to stop often now and rub my face in my hands because it is getting painful to read.
Stella was perfectly content with all the attention Sarah and Stephen were giving her. She did not need to say anything to receive what she wanted, but she left the couch anyway to walk across the room to let Sarah and Stephen know how much she cared for them. She literally went out of her way to tell them "love you." She was also clear in her communication. She did not have a word for anyone besides Jake and me, but she used a word in combination with her eye contact and again joining them to specify she was addressing them. Stella did not limit herself to the words she had available. She combined words with gestures to convey even more specific meanings.
I'm sorry, but this is pure fantasy.
She even used her gesture of pawing at the door in the middle of her phrase to add to her message, which confirmed that the words she was saying were intentional.
Confirmed it was intentional how??? How is her stopping to paw at the door evidence that Stella's word choice and order is intentional?
Chapter 15 is when Hunger starts posting about Stella on the internet. She has a story about leaving Stella with a dog sitter and Stella using the buttons to show complete awareness of what was going on. It feels very embellished like most of these stories. It feels like a lot is being left out.
She also claims to have 15 words at this time, but I have lost count. Originally it was three, then six more and then it was supposed to be another six but two had to be replaced, which should total total 13. So I don’t understand. Hunger adds six more in this chapter: want, look, park, happy, mad, and bed.
Research shows that puppies as young as six weeks old respond to human social gestures such as pointing.
Hey look, a reference to some actual dog research! Will we see her rely more on this and stop comparing Stella to disabled children? The answer is no. She continues a couple pages later to compare Stella to disabled children.
Stella picked up on "want" incredibly quickly. From this very first attempt using it, she continued pairing "want" with her requests to go outside, play, eat, go to the beach. Since Stella had heard us say "want" so frequently, and since Stella already had such strong abilities to combine words, she could incorporate "want" into her vocabulary seamlessly.
Um, how? How are we sure that Stella comprehends the meaning of the word "want" and is using it deliberately? It was just added to the board, but apparently Stella has seamlessly included it into her vocabulary. This is such a hollow explanation. It's basically just like saying, she was pressing the button so she knew what it meant. End of story.
She would wake up in the morning, say "bed eat" or "bed outside." In other words, "I’m done sleeping, now I want to eat." She eventually added three words to the sequence to say phrases like "bed eat outside" or "bed outside eat." Or she would come in from me taking her out first thing in the morning then say, "bed outside eat," letting me know all the steps of her morning routine, spontaneously.
Kill me. Kill me. Kill me! Do I need to keep explaining this? It’s storytelling. It’s all storytelling.
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Think it’s been more than a year since I last wrote anything. Here, some soft pre Peace Walker stuff.
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“Would she really want this?”
The words were low, almost whispered, barely taking form beyond his lips. It was a question he never voiced even when it crawled over his skin and seeped into his nightmares - red flowers, slithering scars, the crash of gunfire, the question rushing at him from the soiled earth.
Kaz let out a questioning hum behind him. “You say something, Snake?”
He took a drag from the cigar between his thumb and forefinger, shook his head, turned to see his second in command shuffling papers into a neat pile.
“Nothing.”
The question burrowed back down into his stomach. He had spoken it aloud but no one heard. No damage done. No harm. He was loyal, still.
“You know, I think if we find just one more job we can afford an actual new tent…” Kaz tapped a long finger against his lips and smiled. “Might even have enough for two! We wouldn’t have to share anymore.”
Snake dipped his head in a small nod. “I don’t mind sharing,” he said. And it was true - Kaz was easy to get along with, didn’t snore or have night terrors, and he was clean. Snake didn’t think he could offer the same peace as a comrade.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a bit of privacy though, right?”
He nodded again.
“Say, Kaz,” he ventured, stealing himself to ask; not the question, but a question nonetheless.
“Yeah?”
“What would you do if you weren’t, you know, here?”
Kaz gaped at him. The aviators were perched on the top of his head leaving his bright eyes open to scrutiny. Snake watched as they widened, shocked, then narrowed in confusion. Kaz was far more expressive than Snake was, his heart was written in his eyes. No wonder he hid them so often.
“What would I…?” He cleared his throat and Snake followed the movement with his eye. “Well, I’m not sure, really. Maybe get into the restaurant business? I’ve always enjoyed cooking even if I don’t get much opportunity nowadays.”
Snake grunted and flicked ash from his cigar. He stepped back into the tent fully, hand grazing a patched spot and thinking about how a new one would smell. Not good, probably, too pungent. New things always had too much scent to them.
“But then if you own a restaurant you don’t exactly get to just cook in it. There’s the expenses to deal with, recruiting staff, settling menu issues and- pretty much what I do for you but with burgers.” Kaz grinned, wide and boyish, and Snake was struck not for the first time by how young Kaz was. “So unless you want to bug out of this,” he gestured to the tent and the few that were pitched nearby, “you’re stuck with me.”
Snake felt himself smile. The question twisted in his gut like a snake. “I couldn’t do this without you, Kaz.”
The younger man blushed, let out a strained laugh. “Nawh, Snake, you can’t just say things like that! What’s a guy supposed to think?”
He stubbed the cigar out in an empty mess tin and crossed the tent. Kaz was still as he got closer, not tense but wary as he always was when Snake moved too close without reason. He did have a reason though. Kaz was grounding; he smelled like fresh air and blossom, his voice was soothing, he had Snake’s trust. Snake wanted to curl up and forget the question eating away at him, wanted to listen to Kaz talk about expenses and budgeting.
He sat on the cot Kaz usually slept in and crossed his legs. It wasn’t quite curling up in a ball and blocking out the world but it was close enough. “Tell me about your restaurant. I wanna know.”
Emotions rippled across Kaz’s face - fear, confusion, uncertainty and finally soft excitement. He perched on the fold-up chair he used in the day and leaned forward. The aviators still sat atop his head. Snake had full access to his eyes. He drank the sight in like a man finding water in the desert.
“Well I remember this place back in Japan that always had American soldiers in-”
Kaz talked about flooring, lighting, the smell of cooking food, dishes that Snake had never heard of and ones he missed. The restaurant was fleshed out as the sun sank below the horizon. Kaz talked, unmindful or not noticing Snake’s silence, for over an hour. Snake listened and let the words cover the uneasy question like a layer of salt preserving fish from decay.
When the light had faded and dark settled fully over their small patch of the world, Kaz looked up in surprise. Snake could still see the shining light of his eyes. He could see the shimmer on Kaz’s lips when he licked them.
“Shit, how long have I been going on? You should have said something, Snake!”
“I don’t mind.”
“You don’t have many strong opinions, do you?”
He chuckled, laughing was easy with Kaz, and shrugged in the dark. “I do, but I really don’t mind listening to you talk. It’s- you’ve got a relaxing voice.”
Kaz let out a small, embarrassed laugh. When he spoke his voice was breathy and whistful. “There you go again, making me blush.”
“Seems I’m pretty good at it.”
They lapsed into silence. The battery powered lantern stayed off as the stars began to twinkle overhead, unseen through the tent canvas.
“What about you?”
“Me?”
Kaz shuffled the chair closer. Their knees touched. “Yeah; what would you do?”
Snake picked at a loose thread on his shirt. “I’m not sure. Go somewhere quiet, get a few dogs, learn how to be peaceful.”
He felt Kaz shift and wished they’d been sat side by side on the beach, wished he could see Kaz’s face in the moonlight to see what he was thinking.
“That sounds nice.”
“Yeah.”
Outside, the stars and planets moved through the sky. Somewhere, flowers rotted on an intended grave. But in here, unseen by the world, John could forget about all that for a while. He focussed on the warmth of Kaz’s knee against his own, listened to the soft sound of his friend’s breath, wondered if there was an answer to his question that wouldn’t leave him broken and somehow defiled.
Maybe he’d find the courage to answer it himself one day.
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I don’t know if you’re still in the stranger things fandom but…Stancy adopting baby Johnny. That’s all.
Caregiver Stancy adopting Baby Jon headcanons
Ahhhh caregiver Stancy adopting baby Jon!!!!! Oh my lord I love this so much!!!
[ @berrymoos this ask made me think of you & all the time we spend talking about baby Jon 😭😭]
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So obviously I think this all happens after the season 2 part where they all fight the monster together
Jonny’s a little more reluctant to lean on Steve at first but warms up pretty quickly
They become a duo that Nancy just can’t say no to
Steve’s the more lenient of the caregivers when it comes to him buying Jon toys or an extra scoop of ice cream
Whereas Nancy will let the little one stay up past his bedtime most nights or put on just one more episode of whatever show Johnathans really into
So they even each other out, Steve’s perfectly fine being stricter about putting Jon to bed or cleaning his toys up, Nancy’s definitely okay with cutting baby Jons sugar intake off
They usually meet at Steve or the Byers house depending on what their plans are
If it’s just a movie and some cuddles type of night they’ll most likely be at the Byers house on their couch sprawled atop one another
But if Johnny wants to run around or go swimming they’ll go to Steve’s, he’s got a decently private house with the woods around and his parents aren’t home so they’re never an issue
Going to Nancy’s is a last resort as there’s always too many people around that’ll bother the trio
And they take Steve’s car places, he drives the six kids around and is okay with getting it dirty
They could take Johnathans but honestly Steve would rather only worry about cleaning one vehicle
As Johnny is a messy eater
For such a polite and well mannered baby, he can’t seem to get food in his mouth
Steve and Nancy never noticed just how clumsily Johnathan was until he regressed around them
This is also why he can’t use his camera, he’ll drop it and break it
Nancy takes plenty of pictures though (and Steve’s not opposed to being behind the camera despite all of Johnny’s teasing)
A lot of the time Johnathan will regress closer to night time so they never do super high intensity activities unless it’s planned prior
But they bake a lot
Like way too much for three people to ever eat
Joyce and Dustin’s mom get cookies dropped off almost weekly
The party all have their fair share of treats to trade amongst themselves
Even Hopper gets a box of muffins dropped off at the police station most weeks
Going back to swimming at Steve’s, Johnny loves the water!!
Bath time is his favorite and he has to be practically dragged out
Swimming goes the same, Steve always ends up lifting him to his hip while Nancy wraps a towel around them both
Jon’s bound to have purple lips and a little shiver to him by the end of any water event
This goes for washing dishes too, he likes the sensory of the hot water and suds so he’ll stand at the sink splashing about if left alone
This prompts Steve to take over the task so half the evening isn’t spent trying to lure Johnny away from the sink
This is also why Nancy sets a timer during bath time
The caregivers always try to make getting out of bath time easier/more fun
Duck themed towels, a portable radiator to heat up said towel, fun hairstyles with hair clips, little songs Nancy comes up with, a promise of going swimming the next day or telling Jon when the next bath will be
It only sometimes works, not that the caregivers can care that much, baby Johnathans too cute to ever hold a grudge at
#jj headcanons#stranger things agere#caregiver!nancy#caregiver!steve#little!johnathan#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#johnathan byers#nancy x johnathan x steve#stancy#stoncy
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October 16, 2024: eggs, bird plates, and procrastination
I used to always dislike doing the dishes. For all of my childhood and early adulthood I would do anything to get out of doing the dishes when my dad asked; mostly because he wanted them done NOW and wanted them done to his standard. It was the obligation of the prospect, combined with the fact that I didn’t ever want to do it in the first place. I stood at the sink of my university residence kitchen this morning, dispensing soap into the sink (Dawn, blue liquid) and adjusting the water to the temperature I liked it at, and felt a profound sense of calm and peace. I was home alone, it was around noon so I had put the chore off a bit, mostly because I still don’t love the activity. But I was also thinking about how much of a relief it was to do them, and how nice it was to be able to be in this kitchen at all, given that I usually have to share with my roommates.
(My roommates are best friends who requested to room together before the semester started. The apartments have four rooms, and there’s three of them. I was a single applicant shoed in with them to fill the last room. we are cordial, but not friends unfortunately. I think they wished it was just them, they’re nice to me but have no interest in getting to know a stranger.)
The whole moment was just mine, being completed at my own pace. The water was nice and warm, emitting the fragrance I liked because it was the one I bought and smelled familiar, like my apartment last year. It made me feel oddly content to complete a task that involved taking care of my space, a sort of romanticized domestic sentiment. My plates were pre-scraped so the water wasn’t full of objects, done intentionally because I don’t like the sensory experience of touching food in the water. I realized I like doing the dishes now. Remove the obligation, connecting the peace of self-care to the familiar motions. It shifted the way I saw the task.
I thought about how I used to hate tuna, and now I love it and eat it in at least one meal a week. It struck me how things can change as we grow, as we inhabit the same body our childhood selves did despite feeling so detached from that person. Right now it was like 14 year-old me was standing at my shoulder, chatting away to me in her bubbly, socially awkward way.
I would hate to do that. It’s cool how it’s calming for you. I’m glad it is.
I’ve taken peace in a lot of small, ritual daily things lately: making my bed with bedding fresh and sweet-smelling out of the wash, banking on the reliability of eggs, shredded marble cheese, and cream cheese everything bagels being a good meal, completing my skincare routine.
I’m even using the same plate (brown , thrifted, with the image of a bird at its center) ritualistically rather than the others I own. Life is picking up pace for me after the post-pandemic lag that had me out of school and working for four years. Being back in the world of assignments, projects, and schedules has me feeling like I’m taking life at breakneck speed, with deadlines coming in too fast and an overwhelming urge to ignore everything. It is entirely possible that I was not as ready as I thought I was. I know this is an adjustment period, and with such an abrupt lifestyle shift has grown this need for familiarity, for things within my control. Routines, comfort objects, the latter of which I have many.
Wrapped in my quilt (made by my best friend with the help of her grandmother), my lamp with the bulb set to warm, my bed tucked into the corner of my desk and the wall as I watch YouTube, I retreat often into this quiet world and try to pretend that I’m not worried that I have enough time for what I need to do.
I’m not a fan of dictating my life by time. Often in the corner-bed moments my mind is soft at the edges with weed in some way, edibles preferred. Currently I’m set to fly to Colorado in three days and I’ll be missing class to do so. I have three assignments for this one class. I don’t have time to do them while I travel, which means I need to do them now. I’m not though, childishly wishing to spend this little time I have off (reading week) taking a break. I have no obligations to friends, work, or school this week. Schedule-free. I feel guilty for putting off the assignments I need to do.
But they’re not done yet, instead I’m sitting here high and thinking about how good I feel about the laundry being washed and the dishes being clean on the rack. I’m also so glad to be alone, fully alone, without even the tangle of worrying about my relationship. Even that seems to be in good standing right now.
Instead of working I’m thinking about the solace of rituals, and the importance of being alone.
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Revisiting One of My Nightmare Foods
20 April 2023
Wow. When I was younger, I learned overtime that the way my father showed love to my family was cooking for us. Although he is definitely skilled in this craft, there were times when his dishes did not appeal to everyone, especially to a picky elementary aged girl. It being his way or no way in the kitchen was usually a blessing, but on this particular summer evening, it was a curse. I remember one dinner specifically, he grilled tuna steaks for my brother, mother, and I. I always liked the canned tuna, the Bumblebee where you simply had to add a bit of mayonnaise, salt, and pepper; however, the texture of the grilled tuna steak was not nearly the same to me. Looking at the dark, charred, grill marks forming a grid over the slab of fish before me, the saltwater aroma rising off it with the heat, my stomach churned.
At the time, I was not thinking about how my dad essentially gave up his time, his passion, and his love to nourish his family. It was expensive too and as a seven or eight year old, it wasn’t something that I was never conscious of. As an adult looking back, I feel terrible. I wish I had been more grateful or even shared the cooking experience with my father to show my gratitude, even if the finished product did not appeal to my preferences. That is why I chose the tuna steak as my “revisit,” so I can overcome the negative experience I formally had, and if I don’t like it, my dad can finish it and I can feel fulfilled knowing that what I made is being genuinely enjoyed, the same goal he tried to accomplish about ten years ago, something he has succeeded at almost every time but I cannot get the dissatisfaction from the tuna steak out my head.
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It’s a warm day at the beginning of April, the sky is clear and I can comfortably be outside wearing short sleeves. If I was going to get a tuna steak, I was going to make it a positive experience so I could complete the task without resentment. Seafood was never really my thing, but learning about the cultivation of aquaculture in Rhode Island tickled my fancy, if you will. Yellowfin is the most common species served for tuna steaks around this area, bluefin is a popular choice as well. With my boyfriend, I traveled to Dave's Marketplace in Smithfield, Rhode Island. Visiting the counter at the sushi station, we spent about ten minutes staring at the sushi, hoping that a cut of tuna would magically appear because we have social anxiety. After the woman working behind the counter informed us we would not find what we were looking for at her station, we ventured towards the back of the store where the fresh salmon, scallops, and other locally caught seafood was sitting on ice in the display case. Absent, of course, was the one thing I was looking for.
“Can I help you?” He was a kind man, and he directed me towards the freezer where I found a half a pound of frozen yellowfin tuna from Indonesia, meant to be seared or grilled, yay. Of course, when checking out, my debit card was declined three times because my chip is starting to degrade. I’m a pretty open book and I won’t lie, this enraged me on top of the fact that the back of my phone had shattered that morning and I was in debt to my mechanic.
Just get the tuna steak and go, I told myself.
Pondering the ways I would prepare my tuna, I know my father liked to add butter, a bit of lemon juice, salt and pepper, but I also researched different cooking methods along the way and deciphered what I would like, versus the alternative. Some folks enjoy tuna or fish in general more raw (pink/red) in the middle, but I think I would prefer mine well done. Stefan from Stefan Gourmet conducted an “experiment,” searing two pieces of tuna, one sous-vide (low temperature, using hot water and sealing the cut of meat), and the other more traditionally. I am definitely not eating a piece of tuna cooked on low temperature sitting in a water bath, ew (no offense, though). For my approach, I am unsure if I would like to use the grill or sear it in a pan, today would be a great day for the grill alas the tuna must thaw and I have class. Regardless, I know I will be cooking it for at least 10-15 minutes on each side to avoid the fleshy, softer, texture.
The finished product was pretty appetizing looking whether you like fish or not. To “add flavor” or so I like to call it, it’s probably subconsciously masking flavor. I added a bit of lemon juice and a small slab of butter on top to melt. Cutting into the tuna steak, it wasn’t the white I was expecting, there was still a faint light pink remaining but the redness completely disappeared and it did look cooked all the way through. The same grill marks I referred to before, still there now but instead of a feeling of dissatisfaction I felt a feeling of excitement, pride, and let it be my hunger or not, I was craving the dish set before me. I must have been pretty dramatic the years before, I did not detect any salty air mixed in with the aroma from the lemon juice and the charring from the grill. I was also pleasantly surprised that the dish was somewhat comparable to chicken or pork, a personal benefit from cooking the steak more thoroughly this time. I didn’t eat it with anything else either, no side dishes or appetizers or anything, a bold move but it did not have any negative consequences. Much like I discussed before, the best part of this experience was getting to share it with my father, it is strong to say that I have always had a disdain for food, but I never really saw any particular enjoyment or fun, love, or any other positive emotion with it, it was always just was what it was, food. Here, however, my father and I were talking about the preparation, the result, and even shared the dish together. The best possible outcome, it was to both of our enjoyment, I think it is even fair to say I look forward to the next time I get to try this dish! The most important thing to me is that I was able to turn the negative reaction I gave to my father into something positive, and I am proud of myself for not pulling apart the tuna steak, adding a bit of mayo, and slapping it in between two slices of bread. No dish is perfect for everyone, but this here grilled tuna steak was perfect to me.
Eat away the guilt
This time, we are both happy
This time, we can share
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PASTA TIER LIST BREAKDOWN
S TIER:
Orecchiette: Good pasta. soft taste, goes amazing with alfredo sauce, looks pretty. I’m never unhappy with a bowl of Orecchiette. Overall Rating: 9/10
Shell: The best pasta, hands down. You can’t compete with shell pasta. It has nice ridges that make for an interesting chewing experience, and is a fun shape you can put on the tip of your tongue like a hat. They hold sauce well, and get really big if you cook them for a long time. The best part of eating shell pasta, however, is undoubtably when you get a double shell. When there’s two or three shells all clumped together, in a stack sort of, and you bite them and they all explode out. So fun. Only thing I dislike is that they sometimes have water inside them because they’re little bowls, make sure to shake the pasta drainer before serving. Overall Rating: 10/10
A TIER:
Gnocchi: Gnocchi is good. It’s potato based, typically, which is a nice deviation from the standard flour and egg based noodle you usually see. On they’re own, they’re bland, but paired with a bit of sauce and cheese they are absolutely outstanding. They also float to the surface when they’re done, which makes cooking them fun. They are very heavy though, makes tummy hurt sometimes if you eat too many. Limit yourself when eating Gnocchi. Overall Rating: 8/10
Wheels: They’re wheel. It’s pasta, but a wheel. How fun is that? You’re eating a tiny wheel. Sometimes they break apart when being boiled, and that’s not fun. When you munch them, they flatten, and then it’s just bits of flat pasta, which is why this pasta gets A tier. Overall Rating: 7/10
B TIER:
Mafaldine: It’s just a lasagna noodle you eat on it’s own. It’s dissapointing, especially since it comes from such a prestigious family of pasta. I always feel just ‘meh’ after eating Mafaldine. Overall Rating: 6/10
Those Tiny Spirals: I know they’re tiny and cute, but it’s not nearly as fun eating them as you would think. They’re slippery, and slide around your mouth, and you always have one stuck in your tonsils at the end of it. Plus, the air in them makes you burp. They’re only good when put in a larger dish, which they can then be cute and tiny and fun in. Overall Rating: 5/10
Fettuccine: Fettuccine is absolutely bomb when used in dishes it wasn’t invented for. On it’s own, it’s kind of fun to eat. I mean, it’s just slightly wider spaghetti noodles, really. It’s not a pasta you can eat at four in the morning crying, I can say from experience. Overall Rating: 6/10
C TIER:
Bowtie: Oh, bowtie. Bowtie, bowtie, bowtie. Where do I begin with you? Perhaps the fact you’re never fucking cooked in the middle. Every time I take a bite out of a bowtie noodle, it’s crunchy. It’s undercooked. Its cold. ‘Just cook them for longer’ you say, but you can’t. Because they ends are normal noodle density, when you cook them till the middle is done, they’re fucking falling apart at the end!! It’s inconsistancy, that’s what it is. What do you want to be, bowtie? You aren’t fun like the shell, though you try. You aren’t sophisticated like the spirals, but you’re just as annoying. I have never been happy about eating a bowl of bowtie pasta. The edges tickle my mouth, and I hate when food tickles my mouth. You’re fucking lucky you get C, just because there’s worse shit under you. If bowtie disappeared, I wouldn’t care at all. You don’t deserve to share the same name as a dapper accessory. Overall Rating: 3/10
Tube Noodles: These always squirt water. It’s supposed to be a tube, not fucking hose. You can’t even drain them, it’s stupid! But, they are moderately fun. They barely pass. Overall Rating: 3/10
Angel Hair: Okay, I’ll make this blunt; I don’t like traditional pasta. It’s just… weird. Angel hair makes it better, by being thin and easy to chew, but it’s still spaghetti. It holds sauce better, though. And it clumps up when you get a forkful. Overall Rating: 4/10
Rigatoni: If shell noodles are fun for their ridges, then rigatoni is annoying for them. They’re hard to chew because of their stupid armor. Why do you have armor? You’re supposed to be eaten! And they hold water! Not to mention you can only eat two max at a time, drawing out your suffering. Overall Rating: 2/10
Lasagna: It’s just lasagna noodles. Whate else are you gonna use them for? Are you going to eat them whole like a maniac? Their purposed food is bomb, though, so they make it to C. 3/10
D TIER:
Spaghetti: Spaghetti is only redeemable by the best chefs. Eating an average joe’s, or a home cook’s spaghetti will only make you sad. They bounce around your mouth like the stupid fucking shit they are, and they’re dense as fuck, and make you full like gnocchi. Except, unlike Gnocchi, they aren’t even fun! It’s the most boring type of pasta! It tickles my mouth, too, which you know I hate. It can’t even hold sauce. What a fucking failure of a pasta. Disgusting. Overall: 1/10
Penne: I’m going to kill whoever made penne. I’m going to hunt you down. This is a disgrace. Someone said, “What if we made a noodle that’s as hard to eat as rigatoni, but as undercooked as bowtie, and tickles your mouth?”, and that person was satan himself, inventing a new torcher method. Penne is everything hatable about pasta, put into one noodle. I don’t even want to talk about this shit anymore, I hate it that much. Overall Rating: 0/10
Rotini: I swear to god, I didn’t know penne could get worse. But they did it, they made the ‘weird poop’ of noodles. As undercooked as bowtie, as hard to eat as rigatoni, as slippery as spaghetti, and fucking TICKLES. Rotini doesn’t even want to be fun, it wants to be serious, but the only thing its serious at is being seriously dogshit. It leaves you bloated, unhappy, and alone. Overall Rating: -1/10
The Overlapped Ribbon (I can’t find it’s name): It’s just. Boring. A lot of the time, either when you bite it or boil it, it unravels and is just flat pasta. It probably doesn’t belong in D, probably C, but it just makes me sad. Overall Rating: 3/10
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I’m defs a dog person and i spend a lot of my time ensuring my dogs have full and enriched lives, and then I just vibe with my cats as if they are lil housemates. But lately I’ve been dedicating a lot of time to webinars and reading material on how to be a good cat mum and my cats are really benefiting from what I’m learning!!! I bought this tall cat tree that reaches the roof and Figgy feels safe enough to come and hang out with everybody in the living area because she can now be up high. Isn’t she cute!!
Also bonus pic, here she is passive aggressively waiting for bed time. She is a total bed hog
#Figaro#the cat edition#phone pics#they have a big cat tree in their own bedroom#and their room is inaccessible to the dogs#so that they’ve always got a safe space#but now I’ve put a cat tree in EVERY room#so they’ve always got somewhere to perch#and they have the opportunity to sit up high if they want to hang out in communal spaces#one lil cat tower faced out the window down to the chicken coop#so they can sit on it and watch the chickens go about their day#it’s so cute#also I’ve recently learnt that even though cats can be buddies#they usually don’t like sharing the same food and water dish#or even eating and drinking in eyesight of each other#so I’ve added extra food and water dishes to other rooms of the house#I hope they feel better about dinner time now! sorry kids I didn’t know you don’t like to share!
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skz love languages: acts of service
a/n: I have so many ideas yet none exist in my head,,that’s not meant to be poetic it just means I struggled with some of these
genre/warnings: I don’t think there’s any, gn reader (should be, pls tell me if there’s anything implying otherwise!!), swearing, guys I promise I know my grammar I just like casual language for my hcs
chan
-okay these will be short and sweet because I have so many thoughts
-folds your clothes along with his, or washes your laundry with his
-remembers your schedule so he can remind you of important events
-gives you tips if you ever go to the gym together and shares his water with you
-blows on hot food before he gives it to you
-takes photos of things he remembered you talking about when he’s at the store and asks if you want it
-holds your hands in his when it’s cold and rubs them to warm them up!!
-brings you water/snacks if you’re studying/working with little notes on them saying ur doing a good job <3
-brings extra tissues or lip balm or hand sanitizer just in case you need it
minho
-okay this is kinda niche but like clearing out your phone tabs or compter tabs and scolding you if you have a messy layout or smth like that
-texts reminders to you regularly, drink water, eat, take meds, clean your desk when you get home…
-sends you cute gifs to cheer you up
-always checks in with your feelings in his own way “hey u big baby, are you okay? do you need anything?”
-pretends to laugh at the videos you send him because even tho they’re usually kinda lame it’s from you and that makes him smile but he’ll never admit that </3
-organizes any mess you left behind, puts your dishes away or puts your shoes away and then makes fun of u for being “messy”
-wipes away food you got on your face
-begrudgingly lets you have more blanket when you sleep/cuddle together because he doesn’t want to see u cold or uncomfortable :(
-takes your glasses/jewelry off if you fell asleep with them on
changbin
-opens jars/wrappers/bags for you
-lifts you into his shoulders at festivals
-because it’s October here’s a lil Halloween inclusion of him holding your hands at haunted houses and yelling at the scare actors for you <3 (also because it’s his way of coping lol)
-turns lights off/closes doors if you forget
-if you’re in the bathroom before bed he fluffs up your pillows so ur all comfy and cozy
-reads messages you got out loud if you’re preoccupied with something else, or alerts you if something seems important
-tells you stupid bedtime stories to help you go back to sleep if you had a nightmare
-begins to buy larger umbrellas so you both can stay dry together
-if you wear makeup he wants to help you by either by blending it or just straight applying it and giggling like a kid because “it’s fun”
hyunjin
-brushes your hair and styles it
-this might be also niche but holding onto your shoulders while you walk rather than your hand because it feels more secure?? also because he feels like he can bring you closer to him
-I never really write idol s/os but the idea of him looking over to you during an awards show to periodically make sure ur okay makes me melt
-feeds you and then pinches ur cheeks while laughing
-usually lets you choose the movie/show you want to watch, same with places to eat (unless you don’t know what to pick, then he’ll help you figure it out)
-runs you weekly bubble baths for you two to relax in
-holds/opens doors for you
-always wants you to relax, back rubs or nights off and doing face masks together
-he applies ur face masks for you :)
han
-he’s more of a receiver than a giver for this love language, his is mostly mixed with gift gifting
-making you playlists or untitled songs or coded titles so only you can find them on his Spotify :)
-he adjusts ur clothes, I feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to pick lint off of u without being promoted
-he’s a bit messy so he’ll tend to throw things into your drawer so it at least has the appearance of looking neat, he’ll help u organize if that’s what u want tho!! U just need to ask <3
-always checks in on you unprompted tho, makes sure you’re doing well at any hour of the day and whines
-he either spam texts u or shows up at your house with no warning to check up on you
-stands up for u but subtlety (English is not my first language it took me like seven tries to get that right pmg)
-BUT as I was saying, if you want to go to a restaurant but ur too shy to say it in front of the ppl ur hanging out with, he’ll be like “I WANNA GO TO ____” until they relent <3
felix
-kills bugs for you
-teaches you how to bake and if he’s alone, he’ll bake extra treats for you (his fave thing to bake u r cupcakes !! )
-helps you build furniture and never teases u if you don’t get something <333
-if you play online games together he’ll try to always watch your back and fight off enemies for you
-or if you prefer taking the offensive, he’ll simply cheer you on :))
-sends flowers to your workplace/leaves them on your kitchen counter
-stargazes with you or plans out meaningful dates where he treats you
-makes you playlists
-sings you lullabies if you can’t sleep or just wanna hear him
-stays up after you to make sure you went to bed okay
seungmin
-plugs in your phone for you before bed
-he always listens to your advice or at least takes it into heavy consideration, makes sure you feel heard
-asks if his jokes ever go too far
-“excuse me, they asked for no pickles”
-alway thanks you for acts of services that you do for him, leaves sweet texts or letters expressing his gratitude
-weirdly sweet remarks about how you’re so pretty it’s annoying or “who gave you permission to look so good tonight?”
-covers your eyes during scary parts of movies
-unless asked, he always lets you sleep in on weekends but never fails to be a human alarm clock if your digital one isn’t working
-wakes up before you 99% of the time so he can at least start a cup of coffee/breakfast for you
-pesters you into taking care of yourself (laying on top of you until you brush your teeth, tickling you until you relent to drinking water…)
jeongin
-never breaks pinky promises, and always tells you in advance if there’s a schedule conflict so you don’t have to wait
-if he pays you back for anything he adds a little message “thanks for lunch, love you so much”
-tries new things for you because he trusts you, and encourages you to step out of your comfort zone as well
-asks if you’d like anything before he goes to the grocery store, and always remembers it
-thanks you randomly for being such a good partner or if you did something nice in the past few days
-always gives you a comfortable space to express yourself in, lets you talk and never interrupts you
-makes sure you stay uninterrupted as well, glares down anyone who speaks over u lolol
-makes a special handshake between the two of you
-very playful acts of services but they r still acts of services <3
#stray kids imagines#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader#uhhhh#yay#I’ll probably do Blackpink but I might do other love languages first#this series is honestly more challenging than I expected but it’s a lot of fun
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okay could I request the stardust crusaders with an s/o who like loooooves spicy food. Like mouth on fire absolute heat. Like they order something spicy and carry around red pepper flakes or hot sauce because it isn’t spicy enough.
The Crusaders with an S/O who Loves Spicy Food
𝐀/𝐍: Hi there, sure you can! This was a really fun concept and I hope you enjoy! :D
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): None!
Jotaro Kujo
- Man won’t admit it, but he’s actually pretty fond of spicy food too. He sees you carrying around a bottle of red pepper flakes and ordering super spicy take-out and doesn’t think much of it, its just what you like after all.
- He will sometimes stare as you eat, and if you ever point it out he’ll throw out a yare yare and tip his hat to cover his eyes. You find it cute, and sometimes you may even offer him some of your food!
- You two have shared a few things on the crusade before, and though Jotaro usually gets a glass of water, you find it funny how his face remains the same, no matter how hot the food it!
Noriaki Kakyoin
- In contrast to Jotaro, Kakyoin is not really into spicy foods, and can’t handle them too much. However, he’s more than okay with you eating them, and finds how much you love spicy food to be amusing!
- Like during the crusade he basically learns your taste and starts to predict what you’re going to get from restaurants. He’s pretty accurate, and will even offer to ask about items on the menu if you need to leave the table for any reason. He’s very helpful!
- Though you two don’t really share spicy food often, he considers it a fun little fact to know about you, and will buy you spicy foods whenever the group stops at stores during the trip! It even may become a challenge to find the spiciest snack available!
Jean Pierre Polnareff
- Okay I’m sorry but this man’s heat tolerance with food is really low... like you handed him one of whatever you were eating and after a minute you had to run and grab him a glass of water. His face was red even after his mouth was fine and since then you both learned sharing spicy food was kind of a no go...
- Nevertheless, Pol is a gentleman, and as such he respects your taste! He will also buy you spicy things and may even sneak pepper flakes he bought in one of his little bags and surprise you with them if you ever run out!
- Like Kakyoin, he sees your love of spicy foods as something fun to know, and will also start a side quest with you to find the spiciest snack!
Muhammad Avdol
- Avdol also loves spicy food! I feel like he’d even find it comforting since a lot of the time you all have to eat leftovers and snacks during your travels. The moment you all stop in a town and/or city with restaurants, you both are booking it to one!
- Now because he can handle spicy stuff, you both are definitely sharing and/or recommending items to each other on the menu. He loves trying new foods and he’s totally down to taste whatever you say might be good! Although if you recommend each other dishes, expect him to want to try some of yours!
- He’s also like Jotaro in that whenever you give him something spicy, his expression doesn’t really change whenever he eats. However, he actually finds he doesn’t really need water a lot!
Joseph Joestar
- Okay I dunno about anyone else but I feel like Joseph would be pretty fond of spicy food too! I’d like to think him and Suzi Q probably made a lot of dishes together when Holly was growing up, and some included spicy things, so he’d be able to handle it!
- He’s also another great partner when recommending things at a restaurant because he’s really not picky! You often times have discussions about what dishes sound best and if he sees anything spicy, hands down he’ll point it out to you.
- He’s not super into snacks, but will occasionally ask to share if the group has nothing else with them. You find it funny how after a while he’ll stop asking and just hold his hand out, and you roll your eyes and hand him another!
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boyfriend material | kth
⤑ series: kinda hot
⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader
⤑ genre: fluff !! // nd some smut!
⤑ rating: explicit
⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.
⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, biting, spitting, fingering (f. receiving), squirting, hair pulling if you like squint.
⤑ A/N: hiiii! this is wicked late nd i’m lowkey annoyed bc i did not plan for it to be - buuut i really hope you like it . as usual let me know what you think !! x
FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 17:40
“This is for you,” Tae's grinning on the other side of the door, an assortment of flowers in the shape of a teddy bear held out in front of him. You're cooing, eyes focused on the gift. “It's cute!” The pure gleeful tone of your voice has a chuckle passing his lips.
Taking the bear from his grasp, you lead him inside your house. Jimin is sat in front of a muted TV, doing a terrible job at pretending he wasn't listening to everything the two of you were saying. Luckily, Jungkook had stepped out to pick up their dinner – no telling how much more obvious he'd be.
Setting the bear down on the counter, you're finally taking in Taehyung entirely. Handsome. Not like that was much different from how he normally looked. But handsome with effort tonight. He even went so far as to put some product in his hair, defining the permed curls that usually laid messily.
“You put on a suit!” Hands curling around the lapels of his pale mint jacket as your fingers smooth over the fabric. Standing this close to him, you can clearly see the blush that darkens his cheeks. A bit surprised at the new effect you have on him, but you don't let it show.
Fingers steadily bouncing up his chest until your able to tap your index finger onto the tip of his nose. “You look adorable. Let me go get my bag,” With you no longer clouding his senses with your sweet lavender scent. Positive it's the body wash lotion set he bought you for your birthday last year.
Yet, he doesn't remember it smelling this intoxicating in the store.
He had been so flustered before that he neglected to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. Nearly lost his balance when you were opening up the door, standing a few inches above your normal height. Makeup done nicely, he's spent enough time on FaceTime watching you practice to guess how hard you worked on this look. And it paid off.
“Are you nervous?” Jimin's carries from the living room, proper up on his knees to look over the back of the couch.
Taehyung lets out a tsk, hands sinking into the pockets of his dress pants. Leaning back slightly, feigning nonchalance. What did he have to be nervous about? The facade only lasts two seconds before his shoulders are slumping and his brows are furrowing. “Is it obvious?”
Jimin's barking out a laugh, head tilting back as the sound of his laughter fills the room. “Oh, unbelievably. You can relax, though. She's excited,” That was the truth. Despite the fact this date wouldn't be something you'd chose for yourself, you were still excited to be going out with Taehyung.
And the fact that he had put so much effort into at least trying to impress you was reason enough for you not to complain. He was trying! Exactly what you asked him to do. It was going to be a learning process for both of you, but it would be fine. Determined to have a good time with him, no matter what.
“Okay. I'm ready to go!” Stretching out the last syllable of your words, hopping from the second step to the landing. Taehyung is straightening at the sight of you, plucking up your jacket from the back of the couch and draping it over your shoulders.
You thank him with a smile, stepping in front of him. “Bye, Jimin! Tell Jungkook to stay out of my room!” Blow a dozen kisses over your shoulder at him while Taehyung leads you out the door with a gentle hand on your back.
He's parked in front of your house, moving quickly to pull the passenger's side door open for you. Just from a quick glance, you can tell that he's cleaned up his car a bit. The small pile of empty water bottles gone from the backseat, his scattered gym clothes tucked neatly in his duffle bag. He even went as far as to vacuum the seats!
Dark eyes trained on you as he leans against the side of the door, his lower lip tucked into his mouth, tongue running over it. “You look gorgeous, Tiny.” He says with a slight nod of his head, eyes traveling from your face to your shoes. “Breathtaking, actually. It's insane,”
The giggle you let out is real and one hundred percent involuntary. A weird warmth spreading throughout your body at his compliments and the way he's looking at you. He just might drive you mental before you're even your driveway. He takes your flushed expression as your thanks, pushing your door closed with a large grin.
“Play something you like,” He's handing his phone over to you just after securing his seatbelt around his waist. Quickly tapping his code onto the screen and watching while his apps fall into place. The playlist that he with all your favorite songs is still saved among the rest of the lists.
So of course you're hitting shuffle on that.
He's whooping at the starting notes of the first song that plays, both of you passing lines of the song to each other as he turns on to the highway. He breaks into a fit of laughter as you breeze through the chorus, letting the whole highway know exactly what WAP stands for.
Laughter and screeched lyrics fill the car, you find his look of accomplishment each time he's finishing a verse oddly attractive. He's skidding to a stop fourteen minutes later and you're taking a moment to glance around outside. A look of confusion taking over your features.
“This isn't the restaurant?” With squinted eyes you're taking a better look at the building, turning to look over at him. “This isn't even a restaurant,” An abandoned building from the looks of it, a few stories tall. He doesn't seem as confused as you are, no, he's actually getting out of the car, pulling your door open.
You take his hand as he offers it, allowing him to pull you from your seat. The largest of grins on his face as he sets his hand on the small of your back. “You know I can kick your ass, right?” A little reminder as he leads you into the dark building. He's laughing, hand gliding from your back to your hand, loosely holding on to your fingers.
“Relax. Just trust me,” And because you'd follow Taehyung... well, into a creepy abandoned building, you let him lead you all the way to the old-fashioned elevator. He's pushing a few buttons and pulling a lever before the thing is rattling to life.
Shaking as it goes up and you lean against the railing to keep from tumbling over. His hand is reaching out to steady you, secured around your waist as he pulls you into his side. “Where did you even find this place?” It's way too comfortable in his arms, you don't move even when the shaking stops.
“It used to be a hotel... or a brothel or something,” He says with a shrug.
The elevator carries you all the way up to the highest floor and he steps out in front of you. “Wait, we're eating at a brothel?” Despite the begging questions begging in your mind, there's a laugh mixed in your words as he takes hold of your hand again.
“Something like that,” And that's all he says as he leads you down a narrow hallway, to the door at the end of it. He's pulling it open to reveal a set of stairs, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him.
He's all smiley and giddy, rushing you to get to the top of the stairs. And when you are, you sure the grin he's looking at you with could split his face. His hand on the doorknob as he bounces on the soles of his feet. “Are you ready?” Not even sure for what, but you're nodding.
No idea it was possible, but his smile grows as he pushes the door open. He's cute. Full cheeks lifted, both rows of teeth showing, his lips forming that boxy smile on his that you liked so much. With a sideways step, he's revealing what has had him bouncing since you pulled up to this place.
The first thing you notice is the lights. Dozen little fairy lights strung along the ledge of the building. There are candles too, lit and scattered around the floor and the edge. Flower petals scattered around, adding pops of color to the warm glow. A neatly set table in the middle of it all, besides it a cart holding a bucket of ice. You don't even have to look to know he's got your favorite drink cooling in there.
“You did this?” Right in front of your eyes, but you still can't believe it.
He's pulling you further on to the rooftop, stunned that you almost forget to move. Never has someone ever done anything like this for you. It was so simple and so nice. Private in a way you thought a dinner date should be, you couldn't believe it. “Did you really think I'd take you to some stuffy restaurant?”
You're sinking into the seat he pulls out for you, peaking down at the menu that's placed on top of your empty plate. “Tae's Five Star Restaurant,” You read the bold print out loud, gawking at the fact that he even printed out his own menu. Albeit, there was only one item to choose from, but still, this was amazing.
“I promised you five-star dining and I don't lie to you,” He's flicking the page open to point at the one item listed: 'Yn's Specialty Sampler'. “Entrées are small here too, but that's only because it's all your favorite foods,” He looks so proud of himself.
And you're in complete utter shock. “You made all of my favorite foods!?” Honestly, any more of this and you might burst into tears. When did do all this? How and why? What made him want to do this... for you?
The large plate he sets in front of you is exactly as he described it, a small taste of all the foods that you've ever told him were your favorite. From noodles to nuggets. He has his own personalized dish ready for himself, it's almost identical to yours considering you share a lot of the same favorites.
“I know you hate surprises, so I told Jungkook. I'm surprised he didn't spoil it,” You're thinking back to how adamant he was to keep you from saying anything to Taehyung about this. How he hammered in the fact that Tae should figure it out on his own, all while knowing that Taehyung had already figured it out on his own.
Props to Jungkook for keeping this one to himself. ���I'm glad he didn't spoil it. I like this surprise,” You say with a smile that has the corners of his lips lifting, eyes squinting into his grin. It doesn't falter when he's leaning down to take the first bites of his food.
You're doing the same, surprised at how good it all actually is. Taehyung wasn't really the best of the best when it came to cooking, he had one really good dish and everything else was edible at best. So many times you've tight-lipped smiled through a meal he wanted you to try.
This was nothing like that. “This is wicked good!”
“Right? Jin helped me,” Something about him going to one of your friends for help putting this together warms your heart. A certain type of care that was tied into the simple action that has you swooning, eyes no doubt in the shape of hearts as you watch him from across the table.
He's focused on mixing his noodles around, brows furrowed and nose scrunched to make this real cute look of concentration. He's pushing a large bite into his mouth, lips poked out in a tiny pout as he chews.
Tongue poking out to lick his lips before he's reaching for his glass to gulp down some water. And you're staring at him the entire time like he's hung the stars. You realize after a moment, shifting in your seat and turning the focus on your own plate again.
“What should we talk about?” Silent moments never really happened between the two of you, not even the comfortable time. Both of you always had something to say and there was always a rebuttal follow after.
Maybe it was just you, but sitting across from him in this romantic setting, full knowledge that you were on a date... like a potential boyfriend date, had stolen all the conversation topics straight from your brain. It had been different when you were in the car, it was light and friendly, platonic. But sitting across from him, being forced to take him in as a man made it feel awkward(?) for some reason.
He's shrugging his shoulders, lifting a napkin to wipe at his lips while he leans back in his chair. “Why don't you tell me something new about you?”
“There's nothing new,” Soft laughter breaking through your words. “You know everything about me,”
Taehyung is sitting up in his chair, elbows resting on the table and chin finding his palms. “Tell me twice then,” He knew there were quite a few things missing in his mind when it came to knowing you. Of course, he knew the obvious things, your favorite foods, favorite movie, embarrassing middle stories, but he was quickly finding out there was a lot that he overlooked.
He wanted to know that.
It was oddly endearing to hear. Seeing how interested he looked, ready to hang on to every word of yours, even if he's heard it already. So you're quickly searching your brain for something to tell him, something that he may have been oblivious to.
Face lighting up when you're thinking of something. He had been with Ailee at the time, in the early stages of their relationships when she was able to convince him to 'back off' with spending time with you. That entire week was filled with so much recklessness one would not believe.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I got banned from a Cinnabon?”
FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 19:18
Okay. So there was a lot Taehyung didn't know about you. The tiny bit of exhibitionism laced in all of your stories was something he was quickly picking up on. Actions screaming 'look at me' in such an obvious, he couldn't believe that he didn't notice until now.
He shares a lot of things about himself too. The shit he and the guys get into when you're not around to be the voice of reason (the job usually falls on Joon, but he's nothing with a few drinks and Jin on his arm). Drag racing to the edge of a cliff would be where you'd draw the line.
The look of pure horror on your face as he recounted the events is funny to him.
Dozens of stories follow all the way through your meal and moments after. It's comfortable. But the obvious drag of the toe over his shin keeps things from slipping too far into the friendly side. You play with the idea of going higher, wondering how his reaction would change the higher you go. But, you keep it in your head.
Barely halfway through the date, you couldn't just be jumping his bones because he impressed you with dinner.
“So what's the romantic walk in the park?” You ask when you're riding back down in the old elevator. Tae's got an arm slung over your shoulders again, using the rattle of the machine as an excuse to hold you close.
With the surprise turnaround of dinner, you're excited to see what else he's put together. Almost feeling bad that you had complained about tonight before it even happened. So sure that it was going to be something to roll your eyes at, but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.
Which was inevitable whenever you were with Taehyung.
“You'll see,” He says in a sing-song tone, taking your hand and leading you out of the building. Fingers wrapping around yours the entire walk to his car where he's pulling the door open for you and guiding you inside.
He's moving to the backseat once you're door is shut, rummaging around on the floor before he's pushing the door closed. Sliding in beside you with a pair of your black platform sneakers in hand, extending them out to with a simple nod of his head. “Put these on,”
You're in shock because these are the same shoes you saw Jungkook take out of your room this morning. Ignoring you when you asked where he was going with them. And now you can't help but wonder just how many of your friends he recruited to make this date happen. It was sweet.
“Did Jungkook give these to you?” Speaking while undoing the tie on your boot, tugging it from your foot with ease.
Taehyung nods, hands moving to push the car into gear. “I asked to grab them after he said I should be sure walking around was comfy since you get grumpy so easily.” It's pretty obvious that Jungkook delivered your message about not wanting to walk around a park in heels in the most subtle way he knew how.
“I do not get grumpy easily,” You're saying with a roll of your eyes, bent forward to tie the laces on your sneakers that you miss the look on his face. But you hear the unconvinced scoff he lets out. “You threaten to beat one of us up at least three times a day,” He's pointing out with a chuckle.
You ignore his fact, extending your leg out in front of you to admire the shoes on your feet, twisting your ankle to give yourself the full view. “Well, you guys always deserve it.” Dropping your leg back down, you turn to face him. Arms crossed on the middle console, face leaned toward his. “So when you say romantic walk do you mean like a string quartet following our every step? Or have you arranged for dozens of shooting stars to appear at the end of our trail?”
Tae's letting out a laugh, hand lifting so he can use his finger to push your face away from his. “Yeah, cause I control the stars,” Forcing his attention to stay on the road to keep the urge of wanting to kiss you at bay. Something that he has been doing for the majority of this date. Date Yn was cute in a whole different light.
Alluring beyond imagination. He nearly lost it when he first felt the tap of your foot against his leg. Not wanting to make a huge deal out of it, so he sat there silently wishing you'd push it up higher. Putting way more focus than necessary on the words that were coming from your mouth.
And now you were leaning in close to him, intoxicating him with your sweet scent and soft voice. Trying to guess what awaits the two of you, each idea more outrageous than the last. You're moving closer with each one until your nose is pressed against his cheek. Car pulled to a stop at a red light, so your lips are puckering brushing against his skin.
“Tell me?” He's shaking his head, lips tucked into his mouth. The lips of your fingers bouncing from his wrist to his bicep, poking at it gently. “Please?” He thinks the pout on your lips is adorable and insistent way you press your lips to his cheek has his brain short-circuiting.
Not used to you like this. But not complaining in the slightest bit. He liked Date Yn. Although, he couldn't help but wonder if this was you on a date or you on a date with him. He doesn't think too hard on it, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your lip on his skin. Breath hitching when your mouth is reaching his neck.
You notice the sigh he lets out, just as your teeth are scraping against his skin. Tongue smoothing over it slowly and it has his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. You're pulling back with a laugh, head tilting up to look at him. Jaw set and eyes glued to the road in front of him.
“Please?” He's a bit ashamed of how his pants tighten at the sound of the begging in your tone. Ignores it as he ignores you, hiding the smile that pushes on his features as he's pulling into a parking spot. “You can relax, we're here.” He says it but doesn't mean it.
Seriously considering taking a few laps around the block if it meant having you kissing up on him like that. Your attention is shifting from him to where he's brought you. Which looks more like a normal park than anything. Before you can pester him for more answers, he's slipping out of the car, going around to open up the door for you.
Within the park is a bridge, couples scattered along it. Walking and holdings hands, sitting close and leaning over the trailing to look at the water. Street lamps creating a pretty glow underneath the night sky. The warmth of Taehyung's arm circling around your waist spreads throughout your body.
Easily being tucked into his side. “There's no crazy surprise, just thought you'd want to look at the water for a bit,” He's walking the both of you to the railing, arm dropping from your body to hold on. Peaking over the edge, you spot a few turtles paddling through the water.
“You know they scream when they fuck?” He's pointing ahead of you at the turtles in the water. “It's like...” He's imitating the loud screechy squeal they let out, loudly. Stealing the attention of some couples close enough to hear.
Hand punching against his chest as you shush him, the sound of your laughter pulling a soft giggle from your lips. “People are gonna think I'm out with a weirdo,” His smile is the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
His arm drops onto your shoulder to tug you toward him. “You are out with a weirdo,” He didn't even say anything particularly suggestive, but the tone he uses and the look in his eye has a chill running down your spine. Tae takes his time looking you over now that you're much closer to him, eyes scanning over your features.
“Did I already tell you how good you looked?” Arm looped around his and head tilted up so you're getting a better look at his face. “You might've mentioned it,”
Soft lips curling into a smile, he's reaching up toward your face, pinching your nose gently. “Good, then I only need to tell you that you're my best friend,” You're interrupting with a large smile. “I already knew that too,” He's used to the smart-ass look on your face, never knew how attractive he found it until now.
“And... there's more,” His arm is moving from your shoulders, fingers lacing around yours. “You're my best friend and I like you a lot. You know that too, but I meant it when I said I'd make it easy for you to see that. You're special to me and I'm not going to mess this up,” He's got this look on his face that you've never seen before.
Riddled with seriousness, not an ounce of playfulness hidden in his features. He was being genuine. And you could feel it, in some unexplainable way you knew he was telling you the truth. Not sure if it was the pretty dinner he had set up for you or being under the night sky and stars, but you could feel your guard melting away.
You don't bother to talk yourself out of it as you're leaning up on your toes, nose nudging his as your arms wrap around his neck, easily pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips.
FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 20:59
You're walking back to his car hand-in-hand. Back pressed on the door while his hand rests above your head. Face inches from yours and it takes a lot of willpower not to lean up and kiss him. His hand glides up the side of your body until he's able to grasp your hip, pushing your hips back slightly.
“Should I take you home or do you want to spend more time with me?” The two of you had spent a gross amount of time walking along the bridge. Switching from holding hands, to linking arms, to being attached to each other's sides. Kissing breaks against the railing mixed in.
Now he's offering to drive you home, but you've had such a great time with him tonight that's the last thing you want to do. “I don't want to go home yet,” Mouth forming into a slight pout, your hands lifting to link wrists behind his neck.
His lips are sticky with your gloss, forming a slight smirk as he steps in closer to you. “So then that means....?” His brows lift expectantly, waiting for you to fill in the blank. “I want to spend more time with you,”
Pretty dark eyes shine at your words, even though he knew they were coming. Hand dropping back to curl around the door handle, he's carefully pulling the door open, moving you to the side. “I was hoping you'd say that,” He's ushering you back into the car before moving to the duck in on his side.
It's another fifteen-minute ride back to the abandoned building from earlier. You're way less sketched out this time around, following him in without a bit of hesitance. Cuddling close to him as the elevator rattles up and leading him up the stairs to the roof.
The lights are still up, sparkling prettily against the cloudy sky. Candles blown out, but the flower petals are still scattered around. The table is gone and in its place is an assortment of blankets laid out on the floor in front of it a projector propped on a few boxes. “Tae. There's no way you came up here and did this without me knowing,”
He's grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of himself as he pulls you further out. “I had Hobi come and do it. He helped set up for dinner too,” There's a laptop set up beside the projector which he's walking to, fingers typing against the keyboard before the title screen of Howl's Moving Castle is appearing.
Standing straight, he's calling you over with a wave of his hand. And you're letting out a sound that would be embarrassing in front of anyone else, excitement building throughout your body as you bounce over to him. Both of you getting comfortable on the sheets as the movie starts.
You last a good twenty minutes.
His arm had been set behind you, your body cuddled into his side but you're deciding that's not enough. That you want to be closer. It starts with your arm wrapped around his torso, but a few minutes pass and you're not satisfied. So you're moving to sit between his legs, which is better.
Much better. Long legs caging you in and arms wrapped around your waist. You can feel the hammer of his heart against your back. He's trying hard to focus on the movie to not think about the way your ass is smushed against his dick and one wrong... or right move would have him standing at attention.
Just as he's finished his silent prayer that you don't move again, oblivious to your true intentions, you're shifting. Twisting in his arms until you're facing each other, legs spread and outstretched over his thighs. His eyes drop, catching a glimpse of your cotton panties, visible because of how careless you're being in your skirt.
“I've seen this movie a million times,” Hands slipping underneath his jacket to travel from his chest to his neck. He's kicking it into gear the moment he's seeing the look in your eyes, hands dropping to rest low on your hips. “Me too,” He's agreeing, visibly having a conversation in his head before he's letting his hands drop.
Watching your face as he squeezes, the flutter of your eyes, and the drop of your jaw does something to him. Effectively setting his body on fire and it only gets worse when you're leaning down to suck his lower lip into your mouth. “Wanna make out?” You're asking, but not really, tongue already toying with his lip.
“Yeah,” He breathes, just to hear the pretty moan you let out. Attaching your mouth to his, tilting his head back as you shift onto your knees. It's extremely hot how in control you are, never would've expected it coming from you – but he was learning to expect surprises when it comes to you.
You've got a fistful of his hair, swallowing every grunt he lets out into the sloppy kiss. Free hand reaching back to take hold of his, dragging it all the way up to your chest. Hand over his, you're closing his palm around your boob. His hand is much larger than yours, it's an obvious difference.
He's boldly swiping his thumb where he suspects your nipple to be, grinning against your mouth when he's sure he's found it through your shirt. His other hand moves quickly from your ass, secured around your waist as he easily whips your body around. Loud laughs leaving your lips as Tae swiftly flips you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs.
Again.
Large hands gripping the edge of your shirt, hurriedly untucking it from your skirt. His mouth is quickly finding your ear, teeth nibbling at the skin. You're not sure if you should concentrate on that or his hands slipping underneath your shirt. Mind made up when he's wiggling his underneath your bra, tweaking the nipple he had just teased.
“You looked so pretty, tonight. Who'd you get all dressed up for?” The answer to his question so obvious that it could be rhetorical. But, you know better. The breathy deep tone of his voice pressed right against his ear, being one indicator.
Tae pulls a moan from you by sinking his teeth into the little juncture between your jaw and neck. Nipple pinched between his middle and index finger and your eyes are fluttering, legs spreading. “You, Tae.” Sighing, your head lulls back as his tongue swipes against your skin. Hand moving to continue his assault on the other side.
“Just me,” He's mumbling, so you wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so close. His head lifts to get a better look at your face, watching the way you bite back your moans as his fingers toy with you. “My tiny,” Leaning down, his nose bumps against yours, just before he's pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you,”
His hand glides down your stomach, fingers meeting the piece of jewelry attached to your navel. It's just a thought, a passing one that he laughs at the moment it's popping into his head. But he checks anyway, shocked to see he was right.
Years and years ago, when you had just turned sixteen – he had gone with you to get your belly pierced. Joked about you getting a 'T' piercing since he was the one that drove you and paid for it. He bought it, as a joke of course. Asked you why you never wore it, still as a joke. But here you were six years later, wearing it. And just from the instant way his body reacts, he knows it was never a joke.
“God, you're fucking perfect.” Head lifting so he can see your face when he says it. The blush that takes over your features, that wasn't there when he had his hand up your shirt. Only appearing when he complimented you.
That's cute.
With a hand buried in his messy hair, you're pulling him down toward you, mouth capturing his again. Tongue pushing in his mouth just as he's slotting his hand between your legs, feeling out the wetness. “Shit, you're fucking soaked.” His words come out more desperate and needy than he intended, plagued by thoughts of how it would feel to be inside you.
“Bet I'd slide right in,” The tip of his finger traces over your entrance as he speaks, poking at the fabric just enough to have you thinking he'd finger you that way. “Think you'd be able to take all of me?” He's pushing his hips forward, hard cock pressed against your thigh.
Hips slowly rolling just so you can feel the entirety of him. “Fuck, please. Tae,” You gasp, lower back arching off of the blankets. “Shh, baby. I got you,” Easily nudging your panties to the side, the first thing he does is find your clit. Circling around it with the tips of your fingers as you squirm, screeched moans filling the air.
Neither of you hears the first crack of thunder. Barely notice the first few droplets that hit your bodies. He's more focused on slipping a long finger past your walls, to the knuckle. “Oh, fuck!” Body moving like a jolt as he curls his finger inside of you. Only pulling back to slip another one in along with the first.
He's picking up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you while quickly circling your clit with his thumb. The droplets of rain that have soaked his hair, rolling down his face is what has you realizing that it's raining. The thought knocked out of your head when he's pushing a third finger in, the slight pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure beautifully.
No one's ever looked hotter, you're sure of it. Hooded eyes zeroed in on the movement of his fingers, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the steady flex of the muscles in his chest is visible through his soaked shirt. A soft groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his fingers.
Dropping back down to pull your lips into another desperate kiss, teeth, and tongue clashing as the strokes of his fingers grow bolder. Shoving you toward the orgasm you're chasing. Your hips lift to grind into his hand, fingers curled around his ears to hold his head steady against yours. He's swallowing every gasp and whimper that leaves your mouth, grinning because he knows he's the cause of them.
“You wanna cum, baby? All over my fingers.. do you want me to make you cum?” It's almost like he's taunting you, tips of his fingers teasing that rough patch of skin deep inside of you and ripping a strained cry from your throat. “Please!” He's pressing down harder on your clit, thumb matching the pace of his fingers.
So close you can almost taste it, but it's quickly melting away with the slow of his fingers. Hands shooting to wrap around his wrist, keeping him from pulling all the way out. “Please, what?” He prompts with this maniacal look and you feel like your head is about to explode.
“Please, please make me cum, Tae. Please, I need it... wanna cum all over your fingers,” You hear him curse under his breath before he's pressing his mouth to yours again. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers, thumb pressed against your clit to make you fall apart.
Mind turning to mush, incoherent sentences flying from your lips as your hips grind into his hand. Riding out your orgasm and his fingers don't stop, in fact, he's pushing deeper inside of you, teasing your g-spot.
The dull pressure in your stomach intensifies, spreading throughout your limbs. It's not until his thumb is quickly moving around your clit do you realize what he's trying to do. Eyes going wide as the second wave rips through you, leaving your body in a stream that's forcing his fingers from inside of you.
He almost came at the sound of your scream, the breathless giggle that follows, a sound that he's not even sure you're aware you let out. His fingers are covered with your arousal, so of course, he's pushing them into his mouth to suck the taste off. You watch through hood eyes, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucks, pink tongue slipping out to leak between them.
You're reaching for him with weak arms, mouth open to silently ask for a taste. You half expect him to kiss you, but he's full of surprises tonight. His jaw moves and lips pucker, a glob of spit slipping out and landing on your tongue. Finger tapping at your jaw and you're quick to clamp your mouth shut, swallowing with your eyes on him.
Making a show of opening your mouth to flaunt its emptiness. He's laughing, even more, convinced of your perfection. Lips nearing to pull you in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by the quick shove against his chest, head bowing as you sneeze.
Once. Twice. Three times. He had noticed the rain before, but only now is he putting together how soaked you were... not in the good way. The tip of your nose red from the cold, hair that you spent an hour straightening falling in wet waves.
“Aw, baby.” He coos, reaching to pushing a few damp pieces of hair out of your face. “Let's get you out of the rain.”
FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 22:37
“You sure you don't want to come in? You can change and spend the night,” Taehyung denies with a shake of his head as his car skids to a stop in front of your house. He'd want to fuck you if he was coming up... spending the night. Safe to say you want the same with the way you haven't let go of his thigh since he's started driving.
Not a complaint.
Fucking you was something that he wanted to do. Thought about it more times than he'd like to admit. But he had a small listen of things he wanted to do first. Tonight wasn't planned but could be excused because it was about you.
He had more things set in his mind to do to prove that he was boyfriend material. To you and to himself. He wanted to get this right. Needed to because it was you. You deserved the best, more than that. You deserved perfection. Because that's what you were.
“I'll call you tomorrow morning,” He promises.
Your face beams, not even bothering to mask your excitement. “Okay,” It's cute how giddy you are at the promise of a phone call.
Tae shoves the car in park so he can lean back to reach into the backseat. Rummaging through his gym bag, presenting a towel after a few minutes. Slightly used, but dry enough to shield you from the rain. He's handing it off to you, just before you're pulling the door open.
“Use that,” It smells like him. It surrounds you as you drape it over your shoulders, head tilting to look up at him.
He's close, large hand at the top of your head and thumb stroking soothingly against your scalp. “Bye,” He mumbles, but doesn't give you any space to move. And you're just as bad because you repeat his words, but don't make any moves either.
Just sat there staring at each other with these lovesick doe eyes, not saying anything. And it's not weird, or awkward. It's comfortable. Comforting. You don't want to move.
“Wanna go on another date?” Taehyung is the one to break the silence, a question that has your stomach filling with butterflies. Despite the fact, you've just ended a date with him. Haven't even left the car. “Can we go tomorrow?” It's eager and needy, but you don't care.
Care even less when he's nodding. “Yeah, okay. Bye.” He still doesn't move and neither do you. Correction, you do move, but only to get closer to him. Your goodbye dying on his lips as you pull him in for another kiss.
— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?
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Dinner Guest
“Well this is quite the surprise.” The villain loomed over Y’s table. Their hands were in their pockets as though this were a casual run-in, but their hawk-like glare suggested otherwise.
Y wiped his mouth with a napkin and gestured to the other side of the booth. “Have a seat.” The villain settled in, leisurely. They never took their eyes off Y.
“Egg roll?” he offered, holding out a plate. The villain didn’t move, and Y shrugged, pulling the plate back towards himself.
“You chose an interesting venue for your surrender,” the villain said, eying the chattering and bustling dinner rush that swirled around the two of them. “Did you imagine that we wouldn’t take you, if witnesses were present?”
Y picked up on the threat, of course, but chowed down into his food anyways, letting the words tumble over him like water down a cascade. “I came here because this,” he waved his hands over the dish, “is the best orange chicken in the city.”
He’d also come to this restaurant because it was where X brought him for his birthday each year. Memories had steeped into the plaster, and just being here filled Y with the warm afterglow of wild stories, of baijiu shots, of laughter falling together like a harmony. But the villain didn’t need to know that.
“Also, by the way,” he said, lifting chicken with chopsticks, “I never said I was surrendering.” He took a bite.
“You have placed yourself in the open, vulnerable,” the villain said. “That is as good as surrender.” They leaned forward, placing their chin in their hand as though this were a romantic dinner date. “After all, once I have you, I’ll have all the time in the world to break you.”
Y swallowed, his palms going clammy. He came dangerously close to regretting his decision, then.
“Why are you here, little bird?” The villain’s gaze roved over Y as though he were an unusual painting in a gallery, mysterious and enticing all at once. “You have flown awfully far from home.”
“Trying to figure out if this is a trap? I don’t see why it should be my job to convince you otherwise.”
The villain’s head tilted. “I could seize you now, risks be damned. Of course, that would unfortunately cut our conversation short.”
Y let out a disbelieving breath, shifting his gaze to the traditional watercolors on the wall. His eyes skated over mountains and bamboo, cherry blossoms and a swooping crane. It was all so damn calm. He only wished that he could share in that tranquility.
He didn’t want to think about the weeks he and his friends had spent in that safehouse. After the villain’s most recent attack – their nearest miss yet – the group’s plans had spiraled. He didn’t want to remember the exhausted look on everyone’s faces. The way that X’s blood kept seeping through their bandages.
“My friends will die for me,” he said, pulling his gaze back to the villain. “Not would. Will. If we continue on this path, at least. And if . . . and if they die, and I end up in your hands anyways, then what was ever even the point?” He gestured to the chicken. “Plus, at least this way, I get a last meal.”
“You’re not on death row,” the villain said, oddly seeming offended. “Joining us would provide you with opportunities and luxuries that you cannot even – ”
“Yeah, yeah, save the spiel,” Y said, waving his hand. “You know, usually when a deal is actually that good, you don’t have to threaten to ‘break’ people for it.”
The villain crossed their arms. “I would not have to if you weren’t being so difficult.”
Y’s grip tightened on his chopsticks. As if he were being unreasonable for not wanting to be kidnapped.
But he forced himself to shrug again, taking a sip of his tea. Even though it was supposedly made with the same jasmine leaves as in his kitchen cabinet, the tea in this restaurant was always another level of divine. He wondered if he’d ever get to taste it again.
“You will not have their gratitude for this,” the villain said. “Your friends. They will be furious with you.”
Y raised an eyebrow. “Trying to get me to change my mind?”
“As if changing your mind would matter at this stage. No. I simply hope you are under no illusions on the matter.”
“If only.” Y drained his tea. Maybe he should’ve ordered something stronger. “Being deluded would make this moment easier.”
The villain considered him for a moment, and Y saw them quietly land on a decision. They tapped their knuckles on the table a couple times, rising gracefully. “I think we have dallied long enough, little bird.”
Y glanced at them. “Any chance I could convince you to let me finish my meal?”
The villain’s expression shut that notion down as quickly as he’d mentioned it.
“Right. Okay, hold on a sec.” He pulled out his wallet and placed a handful of twenties on the table. He was tipping extravagantly, but it wasn’t like he’d need the money where he was going. He shoved the egg rolls in his pockets.
“Okay,” he said, pushing himself up on weak legs. He forced himself to take slow breaths. “Okay, let’s go.”
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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 2
Character(s) included: Tsukishima & Ushijima
Warning(s): Cursing
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Tsukishima
So the argument was your fault. The ‘harmless’ joke made its way to be more effective than you imagined. So maybe it wasn’t as funny as you thought to pour water on his head as soon as he got through the door. But it wasn’t your fault for not knowing he was having a tough day already.
“Baby.. please.. kei, I am sorry..” you whispered softly as you followed him in. You could tell he was angry. After all he just wanted to rest and now you just fucked everything up. “Kei.. please.” He turned to you.
“What?” He was drenched and tried to not let his attitude show. He just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.. it was just supposed to be a harmless prank..” you muttered softly now avoiding his eyes. They felt like they were burning holes into you.
“Oh wow so funny!” He looked at you. Now making eye contact you can feel the hints of venom in his voice. “It’s so fucking funny. You know sometimes I wonder if I ever did the shit you do to me back to you how would you react? I mean after all it’s just a fucking harmless prank! Do you ever just fucking think for a moment, ‘fuck maybe that’s not a good idea?’ Or no? I mean is you brain so fucking small and your so fucking dumb to the point you don’t have a good thought in there?!” His voice was loud, deep, and annoyed. You could almost see the hatred seeping from each word. You looked to the ground and took his hurtful and harmful words. 
It was your fault after all.
After a moment he looked down at you, getting out everything he needed to say, well almost everything. “It fucking sucks to put up with you sometimes. I hope you know your fucking lucky.” There he went, finally finishing his bitter words. He left slamming the door behind him as he started the shower. The warm tears that you had been holding in now finally making their way out.
After grabbing a jacket, phone, wallet, and keys you leave. Feeling terrible that he had to put up with you. Locking the door as you left you decided to take a walk. It was cold and dark. It was a terrible idea to have, but there wasn’t much more that you could do.
After he finished his shower he got out looking for you. He had sorta realized the weight of his words. He knew he went too far.
After about five minutes he realized you were nowhere in sight. He changed and grabbed his phone. “Pick up..” he muttered, calling you. It was too cold for you to be out, let alone it was too dark.
You looked down at your phone and just ignored the call, scared to be yelled at again. It was freezing, now coming to the realization that you should have brought a bigger jacket. You head to a nearby ramen place to eat.
On his side he is freaking the fuck out. “Fuck fuck..” he muttered softly. He tried calling you again and to his surprise you picked up. “Y/n where are you?” He seems upset.
“Don’t worry about it.. just get some rest okay? Night.” You’re almost about to hang up where he starts talking again. He is frantic and you can tell he is extremely worried.
“Y/n please. It’s dark and cold and I don’t want you getting lost or anything worse please..” he mumbled softly. He is trying not to seem overbearing.
“I’ll be okay. Goodnight.” You hang up. Not to your surprise he calls you about five times as you order something to go for the both of you. After about twenty minutes you start to walk back. It’s pitch black and freezing. You put the bag on your arm and zip up your thin jacket. Now holding onto your phone on flashlight with one hand and with the other the soup trying to keep warm. It takes you another fifteen minutes to arrive and you open the door.
Tsukishima was waiting by the door. It was quite late so you bit your lip and closed the door after. In that time Tsukishima’s arms are already tightly around you. His eyes were red and puffy and it was clear he had been crying.
“I told you to get some rest, Kei..” you whispered softly, unsure why he was up. Kinda glad that the ramen did go to waste though.
“I am sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he started to cry again holding you tight. You were cold to the touch and to be honest if it weren’t for what he said earlier you would probably be really enjoying this.
“It’s okay.. I got some dinner..” you whisper breaking away from his grasp as you sit at the table him following after. He wiped away the tears sitting in front of you. He felt like shit. As you place the food in front of him he gives a weak thank you, which you just shake your head to and start eating.
After dinner you get up putting your dishes away. Getting ready for bed after. As you finish brushing your teeth and changing. You are met with his long warm arms around you once again. He missed you all day, and didn’t want you to be distant any longer. “I’m sorry y/n..” he whispered softly, tears rolling down his face.
“It’s okay kei.. don’t worry I know you didn’t, it was my fault anyway..” you muttered softly. “I’m sorry baby..” you wipe away his tears. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay..?” He just holds on tighter and shakes his head gently, picking you up. He decides to carry you to the room you two share. As he holds you, you whisper nothing but sweet words of love, trying to comfort him.
When he lays down you gently hold him. He clears his throat ready to apologize more. “Y/n.. I really didn’t mean any of that okay..? I really love you so much and I’m the lucky one. You’re so considerate and shit and you were just trying to play a prank but I had a really shitty day and just didn’t react well.. I’m sorry..” he whispered softly. His head is buried into the crevice between your shoulder and head. It was clear he was upset.
“Baby it’s okay.. don’t worry I know you didn't mean too.. it was my fault.." you whisper softly. His arms tighten around you holding you close. "I should have known it wasn't a good idea and just didn’t do it. Instead I decided to do it and then leave.. making you worried and stuff.. So I'm sorry.." you whispered softly.
He just shakes his head and smiles softly. "Okay.. I love you Y/n," he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. Quite tired from such a stressful day.
"I love you too Kei," you muttered back, staying up until you’re sure he is peacefully asleep. When you are sure, you drift to sleep. You are safe here. You are safe in his arms, being loved by him. This is where you are meant to be, forever.
Ushijima
Practice was shit. He missed almost everything that came his way, and to be honest it was getting to him. He was quite pissed seeing you with some other guy. No matter what or who they were, they weren’t him. That’s all that mattered. You were laughing and smiling with them and he was upset. So of course he would be off his game. Who wouldn’t? You were the person everyone wanted. Ushijima was lucky to be your boyfriend let alone even talk to you.
But the same could be said about Ushijima. He was known everywhere and you got jealous too at times. I mean who wouldn’t when he got gifts every time he entered a match. He barely talked to you then too, because he thought you would be too ‘distracting.’ So in the end you normally would sit in the back and chat with a few people but tried to stay focused. Today was different. It was a practice not a game. So you didn’t mind not paying attention.
Once practice ended you were met with Ushijima’s tall form in front of you. “Oh hey baby,” you smiled getting up. He doesn’t look too happy and gives the guy a stare that makes him almost immediately leave.
“Who’s he?,” he looked down at you again. You’re shorter than him but to be honest he loves it. He loves the fact that he can tease you with kisses or the fact he can pick you up.
“I just met him. He is pretty cool, turns out he was in one of my old classes.” You smile a bit.
“Oh. Okay let’s go.” He muttered softly. Now expecting a kiss on the head before you two leave you wait. It takes a moment before you realize you’re not getting one so you just follow after him.
“How was practice..” you ask when you guys get in the car. It was quiet and you didn’t like that. It was too quiet.
“You would have known if you were watching.” He was brief and quick with his answers. “It went bad.”
You shake your head softly and when you guys get back into the house it’s no better. Now deciding to break the silence once more. “What’s wrong baby..” you look at him. Something’s off. Completely off.
He looks to you maybe for the first time, in what.? Half an hour an hour of being in the same car. Whatever it was it didn’t matter, it was too long.
“I don’t know why you have to come to my practices and just distract me the whole time.” He doesn’t think about what to say before he does.
“What..? I didn’t run up to you like usual and I stayed in the back like you like! What do you mean ‘distract’ you?” You look at him confused.
“Maybe you shouldn’t come then. It seems like everywhere you have to just be in my way. Let alone you just bring people with you.” He looks annoyed and maybe you should just drop it. But you can’t. You did nothing wrong.
“What? I stayed out of your fucking way! I didn’t ask to come. You asked me too! It’s not like I begged you to come and then was up in your face the whole time. Like your so-called fans! They were up in your face the whole fucking time trying to give you gifts and shit! But ya I’m the distracting one!” You looked annoyed. Upset. Pissed off. Whatever you wanna call it.
“Really? Really? We wanna go there now? It’s not like every fucking time we walk the halls together someone doesn’t come up to say hello to you! Or asks if your fucking free, I mean it’s not like your with me or anything.” You can tell he is mad. But it isn’t your fault.
“Yes really! You have fucking people wait by the gates of the school for you. I mean that’s what I get for dating you right? I get a bunch of girls following my boyfriend, I get called a distraction when I come up to you and get called a distraction when I’m away from you. I don’t know what to fucking do at this point!” You can feel yourself tear up. This is fucked up.
“Wow. Of course. All my fucking fault. Mhm just blame it all on me. You know what fuck you, and fuck your high horse.” He slams the shared room’s door closed. You don’t say anything, deciding to just leave. You grab your stuff and close the door. It’s a bit chilly and you’re glad you grabbed a jacket. It wasn’t weird for you two to fight let alone get on each other’s nerves. But when it’s going good, it’s going great.
You leave heading to a friend’s house and stay the night. Unsure how you fucking feel at this point. What the fuck was up with him? You just tried to stay in your fucking lane. It hurts. It fucking hurts to be called a distraction. Maybe he didn’t get that. But you knew he did. He wasn’t that dumb. He wasn’t that fucking dense like everyone else thought. You knew he wasn’t. That was one of his worst insecurities and you knew it.
The next day you were dropped off at school and we’re surprised to see Ushijima waiting. You bit your lips walking right past him. You could see the hurt in his eyes. He had eye bags and his eyes were red and swollen. He seemed like he had been crying, you felt bad. But at the same time you didn’t. You needed him to understand how much you were hurt by his words.
When lunch came around he was waiting at the door of your classroom and you bit your lip. “Do you need something?” You ask. It took him a moment before he shook his head.
“Can we please talk.. I’m sorry..” he muttered softly. He was clearly still upset by yesterday’s fight and so were you.
“Okay. It’s fine I’m sorry too,” you look up now, his big arms were wrapped tightly around you. He sniffled softly as he was already tearing up again.
“I didn’t mean any of that.. you’re not a distraction and I love you so much baby..” he whispered softly. “I was just jealous and shit..” he muttered softly. “I don’t like it when you hang out with others and stuff and I know it’s not fair.. I just get worried you will like them more and just leave..” he whispered softly finally opening up.
“Hey look at me..” you whisper gently, taking your hands and wrapping them around his cheeks. “I won’t do that to you.. I love you so much, okay?” He shakes his head.
“I love you too y/n..” he muttered softly. He was tired and you could tell. Once you reached the cafeteria you sat next to him and he laid his head on your shoulder.
A soft laugh made its way out as you held him. God you love him. Nothing could ever change that. No matter any fight. You loved him and he loved you. That’s all that would ever matter.
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Stardew Impact [Stardew Valley+Genshin Impact x Reader]
Part 2/3 Zhongli, Xiao
Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”
(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE ROUND TWO)
Genre: Fluff
Others
Diluc and Kaeya
Albedo and Childe
(A/n): This was meant to be part 3 but I couldn't wait to write xiao. Plus Ive been writing Albedo for almost the whole month already Word count_2.6k
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Xiao
• Thrown in an unfamiliar environment puts Xiao on high alert. Instincts kick in and his hand subconciously grabs for his spear. Nothing. Not even his vision activated. Xiao's gaze darts all over before landing on your figure. He sighs in relief, you're safe, that much he can decipher as of now.
• Stripped of his power, left with only claws and teeth (if must) to protect you from any dangers, he was ansty with every little thing.
• The villagers are so nice??? For what reason must they have to act so friendly to strangers (Xiao wonders). The Mayor even granted you two a vast farmland free of charge.
• Shortly he realized he no longer had his karmaic debt. Xiao wasn't sure how to live his life in this state. He dedicated his entire existence to years of slaughter and suffering that it became the only thing he knew. He won't admit it of course, he'll just throw in scoffs and remarks about how mundane activities are a waste of time when in reality, he just has no clue on how to handle them.
• Thats why the first day was difficult as you both try to figure out how to plant parnsips. Deciding it was better to go with an experiment, you split the share of seeds in half and used what basic knowledge you had on farming to finish the job. Xiao on the other hand tried copying what you did….though the outcome wasn't so desirable it was a mess. (His trained hands have taught him to be on the rough side).
• He doesn't bother socializing with the townspeople even though he has no karmaic debt to worry about. Xiao thinks you're more than enough anyways so what's the point?
• Robin is the only person who can tolerate him for obvious reasons (cough Sebastian cough) she knows exactly how to deal with his personality type. His glares don't faze her, she simply thinks its just a teenage phase of some sort.
• Eventually they become mutuals, Xiao thinks Robin is similar to Verr Goldet in a way. Since he's the one who does the heavy labour of chopping down trees and mining stones for building upgrades, he gets a chance to visit her house quite often. He comes back with lots of recipes too.
• You find out that his adepti blood never left him. Xiao doesn't need sleep so you better believe it when he tells you the next morning that he spent the whole night watering all 300 of your crops (watering is the only process he's good at for farming).
• Sometimes you catch him staring out of the window, wondering what he may be thinking. Life was so much more different, almost hard to recognize. Was this real? Is it okay for it to be real, just this once? Ever since he committed his duty to Morax, Xiao didn't dream of a time when everything would be peaceful. Yet here he is, no longer a weapon but on a journey to find out what it's like to live as a normal person.
• Spring: Every morning you find him kneeling behind the cabin with the pet cat (yes, cats seem to suit Xiao very much). He just stares at them, hesitant if he wanted to pet their fur or rub their chin. So he continues to glare intensely, scaring your cat away :(
• Whenever you wanted to attend any of the town's festivities, Xiao wouldn't even hide his distastefulness but goes with you regardless. Why do mortals consider hiding eggs and finding them a fun activity? And what kind of a name is Flower Dance? Can't they just call it a dance?
• Though…he does like the sight of you wearing a flower crown. Xiao likes putting stuff in your hair.
Since setting foot upon this new world, time seemed to have slowed down to the point that almost everything felt like an eternity. And you didn't mind, with him by your side, you wouldn't mind if it did last forever.
The lull of the grass was the only sound Xiao could hear as he closed his eyes and rested his head on your lap. You maneuvered across his scalp in small, subtle motions, surprised with how warm he felt against the heat your palm. He stirs a little and lets out a soft breath before turning his face to lay on the side.
You were slightly intrigued by the yaksha's new demeanor. From far away, Xiao was an intimidating man, even during the first time you laid eyes him, his presence felt similar to a knife pointing at anyone who dares to come too close. But now, the face that usually held his signature annoyance melted into something you never thought you'd see as the sun rays brushed against the surface of his fair skin. You observed the way his dark eyebrows stayed in a relaxed arch. The red crescents lining right above his beautiful long lashes and the sound of soft snores through parted lips. It was hard to believe that this man was the same person who claimed to have ended a thousand lives through thousands of years.
Did he fall asleep already?
Gently moving away the strands away from his cheekbone, hovered your gaze above him and whispered, "I thought adepti don't need rest."
"Hmph," Xiao responds, though there was no harshness in his tone, "Quit trying to be difficult, I didn't tell you to stop."
The smug grin on your face only widens. You lean downward and said to his ear, "And what's the magic word~?"
Xiao sighs at your antics. You were truly pushing your luck today and he simply didn't have the patience to entertain you. Without a warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down, foreheads pressing until you were but a breath away. The adepti conquers, he does not plead.
• Summer: As expected, your parnsnips weren't able to grow as much. Thus, this season was going to be the one to make up for the lost profit. Xiao is very good at hunting, perhaps the best in the entire town. Though the way he catches fish is rather peculiar, said by the folks. He prefers to carve a spear made of wood and repeatedly stabs the lake until results show. Xiao dislikes the old fashioned way, he says its unproductive and it unecissarily takes too much time.
• But as much as he scared the whole town, they were extremely grateful when he cleaned up the slime issues happening in the mines. You could say that he grew very popular since then and eventually mustered up the courage to greet him a hello whenever he passes by.
• You nudge him to reply back. Xiao usually shoots you a glare but slowly, he learns the courtesy of acknowledging someone's prescence.
• Fall: You woke up to a burnt smell coming from the kitchen. Xiao just thought he would return the favour since you always worked so hard. (He was actually trying to figure out what a 'whisk' was. It was no wonder why there were eggshells in the dish!)
• You realized that Xiao was taking more initation compared to before. At night, when you thought the animals were actively jumping in the barns, the noise was actually from Xiao trying to adjust himself to the ways of tending the field. After learning what TV was, he would always switch to the channel "Livin off the land" to gain some insight. Truly, Xiao was greatful even though he knew he eventually had to return to his duties, he wanted to utilize the current days the best way he could. And what better way was it to just make you happy in return?
• Winter: This was the season to test the accumulation of Xiao's abilities: you caught a cold and he had to manage everything in his own. Xiao scolded you for not wearing enough and being too careless but at the same he considered that you must've been working too hard.
• Goes to Robin for help. She basically became his mom now. Prepares the food and leaves them in the fridge, she teaches Xiao how to use the phone in case he needed any help and also lets him know where all the essentials are.
• Xiao stayed by your side the whole time even though you told him you'd be fine. But he refuses, he may no longer be a gaurdian but he was your gaurdian. That role never changed.
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Zhongli
• You wake up on a soft bed with Zhongli sitting at a chair nearby. He hands you a cup of brewed water but you're still blatlantly confused. Seems like everything was taken care of by Zhongli, it ends up with him explaining everything to you.
• The folks instantly assumes you both as a married couple. Who could blame them? He did carry your unconcious body all the way to town while asking for a local doctor. You can bet that the ladies wish they were you at that moment. Zhongli took care of everything, including with the contract with the new farm.
• It didn't take long for you both to adjust to the new lifestyle. Zhongli's accumulated knowledge was enough to last all four seasons. Days past by peacefully as you shared the tasks. He'd place down the stone paths towards the gate and you busied yourself with decorating the house. After that was done, Zhongli would rest upon the rocking chair outside your door (like the grandpa he is) and sometimes you'd join him in one reading session. His voice was soothing, you eventually dipped into a slumber as the evening grew colder. Just like always, your beloved brings his arm to encapsulate you from the wind, brushing his thumb against your skin subconciously while you snore softly into his shoulder.
• In a way, the townsfolk were right. You both do act like a married couple. It's basically domestic life with Zhongli in a nutshell.
• He gets connected with Gunther and lands a role in the Museum. Since he's there so often, Zhongli also manages to be acquainted with Elliot as well. Two men who have a common interest with books while speaking in poetic prose. Their conversation would last for hours to the point Gunther had to kick them out of the library!
• Veeeery good with the children, not in an entertaining way but its just the aura he reeks. Penny usually had trouble dealing with Vincent since he never seems to be able to focus but the minute Zhongli speaks, he's all ears. Not only that he was also very good with the elderly. He even recommended some herbs George could take to soothe his back issues.
• Problem is that he still forgets to bring his wallet and Childe isn't here to save him. So once you stepped foot into the Stardrop Saloon and Gus calls you over, he tells you about the cost he owed to his tab….
• But this tranquil life full of genuinity and deprived of sovereignty, he was overjoyed to be able to spend it with you. Because he knew you were unlike him, that all humans were born with an expiry date. He knew so well that after every new greeting, he would have to face the goodbyes over and over until the world eventually came to an end. He knew you were also going to be part of those many goodbyes while he would still be here.
• But as Zhongli walks amongst the fallen leaves, he remembered the beauty that carries within every new beginning. They brought him to you and he would never hesitate to trade his gnosis for it.
Spring: You shot up your bed when Zhongli blast the TV at full volume. He apologizes, saying that he was simply trying to change the channel. You figured it was best for him to go outside before he somehow glitches the screen until it couldn't repair itself (Robin charges for repairs).
• Every thursday you both go to Pierre's store to complete your grocery shopping. He offers to push the cart as you fill the basket with all the necessities (plus it saves you the trouble of having him tossing whatever he sees without looking at the price tag).
• Every afternoon you order a take out from the Saloon, sharing the meal while sitting at the fountain's edge near the community center. Every evening Zhongli would take you to explore the rest of the vast farmland, discovering places you weren't even aware of. It was no wonder why everyone thought you were a married couple.
• Summer: Since the cabin was too small for a bathroom, you guys would have to travel up the mountains in order to get to the Spa house (cue sweatiness x10).
• The concept of hotsprings was derived from Inazuma so it was no surprise that Liyue eventually took it after him. Zhongli had collected some incense from foraging items over the past few months, he knows whats up. But overall he gives the best bath sessions (hands down) and you were the one who insisted in joining him. He was a gentle and sweet lover, always putting your needs before his. Ancient artifacts and old history books have always been precious to him, he treated you no differently.
The heartbeat of the oceans continues to rock back and forth until they brush up on the sandy shore, washing away the two pairs of footprints left behind by a man and a woman.
Gold against gold, his amber eyes reflected against the scenery. Millions of lights flashed among the sea when the sun began to climb down from the sky, it's rays hugged across the valley like an ethereal glow bestowed by the heavens as summer's wind brought even more warmth than what he had currently felt. You trance ahead of with the same light shaping around your form.
"Oh hey there's another rainbow shell," you waved at him before running off, "I'll be back!"
How is it that you still continue to shine like gold in his memories?
Zhongli suddenly ponders at the chapters laying ahead of him. He spent so many years turning each page without ever reaching a conclusion, forever searching the fabled happy endings written in fairytale books, but he knew his immortality wouldn't grant him that wish.
Thus, the formal archon raised his pen and reweaves his own story. He envisions his future with you by his side, engraving every detail until it was immortalized in his memories.
Perhaps I shouldn't keep her waiting.
With a renewed resolve, Zhongli clutches the gemstone tightly in his palm, he seals the page with the final contract between your future and his.
• Fall: After getting your first house upgrade, it was time for the next event: the ceremony. Yes, Zhongli would only have a wedding if Liyue traditions were involved. Everyone was invited of course, they were quite intrigued with the flashy setup such as lanterns and fireworks (you were a little worried with where he got the budget for such items) and Zhongli even educated Gus about some recipes he can use for the Saloon.
• You found out that Zhongli was saving all his money for this day (it was no wonder that he couldn't pay for his tab!). Old habits die hard, it was a shame that he didn't have his powers to craft the right items, but at least he got to sea you in a traditional eastern dress (it's the part he was looming forward to the most).
• Fall is the best season. One you wouldn't forget.
• Winter: Ah he finally learns how to use technology after three seasons. He only knows two channels from the TV which was 'Livin off the Land' and the weather channel. Zhongli oftens talks to himself as he tries to figure out more mechanics, he seems to be extremely absorbed in the most basic things.
• The miner of the house. But instead of using them to upgrade tools and donating them to the museum, Zhongli likes to keep some of them for collection. You could say your house also had a little museum in the other room.
• Romcom movies and soap operas. You can't change my mind that this is what you both spend your time watching as the snowstorm rages outside.
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