#wine caddy

[shodansbabygirl]

last night i dreamt i held you in my arms

[foreverknightalways]

Nick drives his caddy into the garage of his loft. He comes up the elevator and takes off his jacket/gun holster. Walks through the kitchen area towards the refrigerator. Nick opens the door to the frig and removes a bottle of blood. He pulls the cork from botlle with his teeth and gets ready to pour a glass.

[mortallyburninglady]

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[prismatic-bell]

If you have ADHD or any other neurodivergence (including physical brain damage) that causes forgetfulness and disorganized thinking, THIS POST IS FOR YOU. (If this doesn’t describe you, it might still be useful to you, but it’s aimed at my fellow forgetters.)

I cannot urge you enough to try going analog.

Look at this.

Of the six things I needed that aren’t crossed off (the fruit butter was optional and I was only getting it if they had plum): three have to be purchased at an ethnic grocery, two of them this store didn’t carry my brand, and one of them I prefer the onion selection at my regular store (this store had really tiny ones). You’ll notice none of these are “I forgot it.” They’re something I need to go to another store for, and that’s it.

There are four things in this cart that weren’t on my list: kosher chicken broth (which I know I’m out of and is always good to have on hand as a staple), a yahrzeit candle for my grandfather whose yahrzeit is coming up, an extra bag of sugar because I’m about to do my Purim baking, and a bottle of red wine vinegar because I know I’m also out of that and while it’s not technically a staple I do use it A LOT. You can literally look at my cart in this photo and match everything (except the chicken broth and red wine vinegar) to the crossed-off items on the list.

Everything on this list is going into planned meals for which I have the recipes on paper. And the dates they’re needed are written on my very analog calendar, hanging on my cupboard.

Compare this to digital lists, where I tend to forget half of what’s on them and fill my cart with stuff I don’t need, resulting in a ton of snacks and disparate ingredients that don’t actually make anything. During Covid I accidentally hoarded 40 rolls of toilet paper, and if you’re wondering how one accidentally hoards 40 rolls of toilet paper, it’s because every time I went to the store I went “…did I buy toilet paper? Better get one just in case, the shortage is still going.” I DIDN’T NEED TO BUY TOILET PAPER FOR A YEAR AFTER THE VACCINES STARTED ROLLING OUT. I was never sure if I’d bought it or just forgot to put it on the digital list. Analog forces me to stop, slow down, and pay attention instead of typing things in at the speed of light.

There’s actually a scientific explanation for this, and I learned it a long time ago so I’m going to ask forgiveness for being kinda vague on specifics here, but the basic version is that you use different parts of your brain for typing and writing, and the writing part is more closely linked with the memory part, so you’re more likely to remember something you’ve physically written down.

And remember: you don’t have to be ~*~*~aesthetic~*~*~ about this. I bought my grocery pad on Etsy because I’d rather give a small business my money than fluff Walmart, but the only reason the pens are two different colors is because the pen I carry in my purse is black and the ones in my mail caddy aren’t. That’s it, that’s literally the only reason. My calendar is color-coded, but it’s not complicated (red is bills going out, green is money coming in, blue is celebrations and events, brown is my work schedule, gray is non-bill deadlines, and turquoise is anything the roommates are doing that I need to be aware of). And it is making a tangible difference in my life. For the last two and a half months—in other words, since I started doing this—my bills haven’t just been paid on time, they’ve been PREPAID. I have the payment in BEFORE IT’S DUE. I’m more cognizant of what I have, what I need to save, and what I need to spend. This coming month is Pesach and my Pesach cleaning is going on there so I can get it all done correctly and timely. The calendar hangs on my tea cupboard so I have to look at it every day and the grocery list is right next to it.

This may not work for you. But pick one thing—a shopping list is an easy one to start with—and try it, just for a month. You might be stunned by how much it changes for you.

I certainly was.

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Part 4 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

Bruce - theorizes that his daughter LaBreezy will be the one to take over the restaurant.

Bruce - tries developing and inventing his own recipes, Brandy has to remind him that not everyone can handle as much sugar as a Troll can. He reels it back a bit.

Bruce - makes specific food for different reasons. E.g. makes bread when he's angry so he can take it out on the dough, makes lasagnas so he can use the leftovers as an excuse to visit someone, makes spicy dishes when he wants revenge.

John Dory - has been arrested before, he changes the reason everytime someone asks.

John Dory - occasionally uses 'chewing tobacco' (which honestly in the Trolls-verse would be some kinda chewing gum 😂)

John Dory - serial flirt (very bad at it, he thinks he's great at it)

John Dory - does weird stuff because of his isolation e.g. will eat what's left over on the plates when Bruce's customers leave, will ask when the baby's due but they're just overweight, will go into detail about gutting a fish in front of Trollings.

John Dory - can open a wine/champagne bottle with his machete and light a match with his teeth

Clay - occasionally tutors math to Trollings.

Clay - has a decent sized nest egg

Clay - graduated highschool early

Clay - has business cards stored in his hair

Clay - knows how to tie different knots for neckties.

Clay - can spin a pen around his fingers

Clay - is thinking of getting his own critter transportation

Floyd - was 100% sure he was going to die in the bottle. He now has a new outlook on life after being given a second chance.

Floyd - wants a long term relationship but is afraid of getting attached and being used.

Floyd - practices advanced yoga

Floyd - has developed claustrophobia

Floyd - released one solo album, one limited run, it was mentioned he is a former member Brozone on the cover to boost sales. It was a flop. This crushed Floyd.

Branch - toying with the idea of building plans for a Pop Village Castle. (Secretly a fortress)

Viva - biggest Broppy shipper. Already has their wedding planned in her head.

Viva - adrenaline junkie

Viva - no sense of personal space

Tiny Diamond - checks on Branch and Poppy's egg daily asking if his new BFFL is here yet.

Pop Trolls - King Peppy invented all these bizarre holidays when they were trapped in the Troll tree to keep hope alive and to boost morale.

Putt-Putt Trolls - all delayed having Trollings worrying for their future safety. The very few eggs that hatched are hidden and protected by the whole tribe. (Putt-Putt baby names: Birdie, Par, Ace, Caddie, Fore, Eagle, Divot, Links, Scramble) Clay and Viva were present for every one of them hatching.

Rhonda - locks JD outside when she's annoyed with him. "Who needs you, I wanted to sleep on this rock anyway!"

[chai-berries]

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A Kiss for The Ping Pong Champ (#22)

when manny said he was planning on throwing a party that night, he didn’t tell abby that it was gonna be at their apartment. so when she comes back home, covered in mud and twigs from a dumbass mission she willingly signed up for, it’s to a party in full swing and spilling out of their front door. the mission was a basic one and abby got pretty filthy but she’d take just about anything that means exploring zombie filled treasure troves. her side of the room is steadily filling with books and pins and little trinkets. she had her current “best find yet” in the breast pocket of her jacket.

abby first hears the party from the stairwell and she practically stalks towards the front door, tired and irritated but not surprised. manny and abby have both hosted parties in their penthouse apartment plenty of times in varying amounts of success. it’s just abby forgot about it and had made plans with you and now they’re fucked.

she smiles politely at everyone she walks to her bunk. grabbing her shower caddy and some clean clothes, she sneaks back out and into the communal showers.

twenty minutes later, abby is clean and back in the packed apartment. manny greets her with a wave and she responds with a prominent middle finger and a sarcastic smile. he cackles, startling the girls beside him.

she gets herself a drink and finds some guys from the gym that she sometimes trains with. one of them, joe, was defending his poorly made joke to abby and the others when abby sees movement from the corner of her eye.

“uh excuse me please?” abby fully turns to see you scooting awkwardly past a group of people. you meet her eye and grin, shouldering past the last person and are soon within her reach.

“hi,” you breathe

“hi,” abby echos.

you look around the party. “i didn’t know there was gonna be this many people when you asked me to come over. i thought it was just gonna be us —”

abby itches to touch you. the itch wins and she gently puts a hand on your shoulder. you stop talking.

“i honestly had no idea about the party. i’m just as surprised as you. do you wanna leave?” abby looks up to see where manny is.

“no,” you say a little too quickly. “i’m cool with staying if you are.”

you share a smile.

“ok then let’s get you a drink. nothing spectacular but they are interesting.” she leads you over to a table where people are mixing up drinks. she goes past all the mixes and shitty liquor and pulls a small bottle out of a box.

“here,” she hands it to you. “it’s wine. from 1993. you said wine ages well and you’ve been wanting some since last christmas sooo” she trails off and suddenly feels like she shouldn’t know that you like wineries and napa valley history and god she’s so weird but you’re smiling at her so that has to be good sign, right?

“abby, this is amazing! thank you,” is all you say but the relief that fills abby is embarrassing. this time it’s your turn to lead you both to abby’s little corner in the front of the penthouse. everyone is mostly in the upper stairs area, besides nora and leah who wave at you both as you pass by. you sit down on abby’s bed and she follows. a silence passes between you as the party becomes ambience. abby remembers her surprise and reaches into her jacket’s breast pocket. she closes her fist around the item and scoots back so her back leans against the wall and her feet hang off the bed. you follow her movement with your eyes. she makes eye contact with you for a brief second. you note that she looks bashful.

“i, uh, found you something while i was out.”

“yeah?” you turn to sit sideways on her bed, one leg tucked under you.

“you gotta close your eyes first.” you close your eyes and hold your hand out, a big smile on your face. what you can’t see is that abby is easily caught off by your smile and almost misses dropping the mysterious item into your hand.

“okay you can open your eyes now.” you do so.

in your hand is a necklace. a long gold chain and a pendant. you untangle the necklace and hold it up. the pendent is the letter of your first name. the necklace as a whole is in pretty good condition with only a little chip on the pendent.

“oh abby,” you look up and see the girl blushing. “this is so sweet! i love it. thank you.” regardless of how uncomfortable it will be, you lean forward to hug abby tightly. “thank you again, abs” you whisper and kiss her cheek before pulling away.

you quickly undo the clasps and ask abby to put the necklace on you. after a failed attempt of putting it on while sitting, you both stand up. you turn your back to abby and she very ceremoniously places the necklace on you. once it’s clasped you turn back around to face her. you reach up to adjust the pendant so it sits in the middle, by your sternum.

when you look up, abby is already smiling at you. she opens her mouth to say something when someone calls her name.

she rolls her eyes and answers with a reluctant “yeah?”

it’s joe again. “it’s raheem’s birthday and he wants a beer pong rematch.”

“right now? i’m busy.” she glances at you.

“yes now. he heads out on that week long mission tomorrow morning.”

abby closes her eyes and lets her head fall back. it’s raining outside and she can hear the rain above her head. she exhales heavily through her mouth. she looks back at you and you have the most understanding eyes in the world and abby both hates and loves it.

“okay,” she says to joe. “one game and he gets the bad beer and im taking that nice stuff.”

joe holds his hands up. “righto, captain.”

abby rolls her eyes again. she looks back at you. “this okay? just one game and they’ll leave me alone.”

you roll your own eyes but there’s a smile on your lips.

“abs it’s fine. i promise. now go, because i think joe is coming back over here.”

and sure enough he was. abby briefly squeezed your hand before heading up the stairs. you walk over to nora and leah, who have been joined by a happy drunk whitney. they were getting up to join you to watch abby kick reheem’s ass, all of you making up abby’s cheer squad.

the cups and sacred ping pong balls are already set up. you make sure to stand where abby can see you and you can see her. and she makes sure to wink at you before shooting the first ping pong of the game right into one of raheem’s cups. the boy groans loudly and his friends cheer on abby. abby holds her hands up, shrugging off the attention. you bite your lip to stop smiling at her antics. your eyes catch movement as she pulls up the sleeves of her henley to her forearms, making her arms look even bigger. pulling the sleeves up also shows off her bracelet collection. including one that you made her months ago. she’s never taken it off so it’s worn and faded. but the sentiment is still there and it makes your heart ache with love for her.

while raheem takes his time aiming, you continue watching abby as she stretches her arms over her head and twists her upper body back and forth. you suddenly remember that abby just came back home from an overnight mission and there were currently over twenty, mostly drunk, people shoved into her apartment. she’s probably exhausted but putting on a good show for these people that look up to her. you make a mental note to ask her if she wants to come back to your place until the party’s over. your room is smaller but ten times quieter. you continue to zone out a bit, watching abby while thinking about abby as the game continues in front of you.

unfortunately (but fortunately for you) everyone knew the end score pretty quickly. abby had four out of six cups left on her side while raheem had two left on his. the crowd was engaged in the action like it was a tennis match. manny had even moved to stand beside abby as her right hand man. your eyes stay locked on her.

it was raheem’s turn and everyone watches as his ball hits the rim of the cup but bounces away. the crowd groans for him. abby steps up and without even trying, sinks the ball into the cup closest to raheem. the crowd cheers. raheem goes again and makes it. abby downs the cup and wipes away the little bit that missed her mouth with the back of her hand. she picks up a ball and closes one eye to aim it perfectly before letting it go. the ball arches in the air and lands in its target.

the people cheering for abby lose their minds. manny starts to shake abby excitedly. joe and a few of the other boys from before surround her. you hear manny say something about getting abby “a drink fit for champions”. you watch abby smile and joke with her friend until the crowd by the alcohol table blocks her from you.

beside you, nora clears her throat. you stop searching for abby and look to nora.

she’s fighting off a smile.

your brows furrow in confusion. “what?”

nora shrugs. “i don’t know. i just wanna know when did you get thirsty? where did my innocent friend go?”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon. you are so obvious. you were practically undressing abby during the whole game. we are in public, girl. have some class,” nora laughs.

you look down. “i’m not undressing her with my eyes,” you mumble. nora scoffs

“i don’t know why you are so in denial. you have the girl,” nora’s eyes move over your shoulder. “and speak of the devil and she shall appear. hey abs! congrats on demolishing raheem! i just know he’s going to be sulking about this in the clinic for months.”

abby shrugs. “all in a day’s work.” she turns to you. “you okay?”

you smile at her. “yeah i’m fine. nora was just bullying me.” you pout. abby’s head swivels to nora who has the common sense to be already walking away with leah and whitney shuffling behind her. “it’s fine. it wasn’t serious.”

abby looks back towards you. “okay…do you wanna get outta here? i feel like if i stay, someone is gonna wanna challenge me again or something.”

“yeah! i was just gonna ask if you wanted to come to my place? ya know, until the party clears out.”

abby blushes. “yeah i’d love to. let me just grab my bag.” she moves to go down the stairs but stops at your hand grabbing her bicep.

“wait abby?”

she stops a step below you. “yeah?”

she is taller and generally bigger than you because of her muscles but having her be a step down makes it easier for you to cup her face and very gently press your lips to hers.

the gentle kiss is met with abby’s own passionate response. she reaches for your waist. your hands go from her face to her neck and then down to her shoulders.

you pull away first. “and that’s a kiss for the ping pong champion”

abby opens her eyes and hums in response. she squeezes your waist and let’s go, walking down the stairs to grab her bag. when she comes back she simply takes your hand in hers and interlaces your fingers.

just like the way she arrived, abby smiles politely at people who say hi but doesn’t stop walking until the sounds of the room fade away and she can only hear you and the sounds of both of your feet along the hallway.

[littleladymab]

Still Waiting Duology (a wip intro for @moon-and-seraph's WORDS INTO POTIONS March event)

Genre: Fantasy (low fantasy, magic and second world, but only humans) Summary: After graduating from the country's most prestigious magical academy with no real interest in signing up for a tour of "border patrol", Cateryn drags her best friend and duel partner Jigar to tour the country with her -- hoping that maybe her restlessness will finally settle. She has no home to return to, and no idea of what a future is supposed to look like. When one year threatens to become two, they finally stumble upon three people whose struggles resonate with Cateryn's: Raif, who lost their father, their wife, and their future to one torrential storm and decided to leave home to save their mother the trouble of an heir who couldn't uphold the family name; Kira, a seer whose powers resulted in xir becoming a political prisoner when xir home was invaded; and Arris, Kira's husband who was helpless to save his employer and suffered at the hands of the occupying force before he could get himself and his spouse to freedom.

For the first time in a long time, Cateryn finds herself wanting to stay in one place and to open up to the people around her, even though Jigar thinks they should keep moving on. Because the two of them are destined for great things, he likes to say, but she knows what is best, and he's content to stay with her. Except for the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they all find themselves dragged into political responsibilities as the neighboring country is getting agitated with an increasing number of border disputes, and rumors of something more than the usual bandits roaming the south.

And when Cateryn's past involvements with her father's spirit magic come back to haunt her, she has to decide if she wants to accept that part of her, or reject it and everything that comes with it before its too late. Etc: writing tag || pin board

My goal this month is to finish the outline for at least book 1 if not both books, and to GIVE IT A PROPER TITLE. And, between this and SD, hopefully write 4 chapters/about 10k.

Main Cast

Cateryn Caddis-Dowell (she/her); between 24/28; skilled at offensive/battle magic || playlist

Raif Van to Yuen-ha (they/he); between 28/32; dishonored heir to the Yuen-ha family; mediocre alchemist || playlist

Jigar Soru (he/him); between 26/30; skilled at defensive magic; "self-taught" spirit mage || playlist

Kira Dittmar (xe/xir); between 23/27; diviner/seer who would like to be retired || playlist

Arris Dittmar (he/him); between 29/33; sword for hire, just happy to be here! (he doesn't have a playlist yet I'm sorry)

Snippet

Raif didn’t even bother trying not to look miserable. If their mother wanted to make a spectacle out of their humiliation, then she’d have to do it with a sulking heir.

“Which part of this is the worst?” Cateryn asks, startling them out of their reverie.

“Pardon?” they ask in return, straightening their posture just a bit now that they’re the center of someone’s attention.

She gestures to the ballroom. “It’s the taffeta, personally. I am sweating like it isn’t the dead of winter in the north, and everyone can hear me from a mile away.” She says it low, conspiratorially, and they can’t help but laugh. “Ah, there it is.”

“The key to the taffeta’s undoing?” they whisper back, reaching out to ruffle her skirt. It whish whish whishes loudly beneath their touch.

“No, your smile.”

They snort into their wine glass. “Please, Cateryn, you don’t need to skulk about with me because you feel sorry for me.” It’s hard to keep the bitterness from their voice as they mirror her gesture towards the room. “My mother isn’t trying to humiliate you.”

They don’t mention how they noticed the way Aiden had been doting on her all evening despite this being a party for him.

“Is it wrong of me to want to keep you company?” she asks innocently. “You know, better yet, want to get out of here?”

Raif pauses with the wine glass against their lips. Leave the party early? Without saying hello, yes, I’m well thank you, yes I miss Linna and my father terribly but I’m sure Aiden will do a splendid job where I’ve failed as a child, but at least I don’t have to be my mother’s son anymore — Aiden can do that, to every one of Uyen’s friends?

The thought sends a frisson of rebellious delight through them, and they pass their half-finished glass to a nearby server. “More than anything,” they say, and Cateryn answers with a grin.

She takes their hand — in front of their mother, the family gods, and everyone — and tugs them towards the exit on the far side of the ballroom.

Uyen doesn’t call after them, but Raif can feel her disdain follow them into the hall.

[satureja13]

This post is about Ji Ho and Jack buying fish.

Since Jeb and Saiwa stay at the hotel this night (Jeb doesn't even know of this 'surprise' yet ö.ö'), neither Ji Ho nor Jack can cook and Vlad doesn't eat anyway, they decided to just put fish on the grill for dinner this evening.

Ji Ho is well aware of Jack's 'pyromaniac tendencies' and suggested to eat the fish raw (since that's normal for him, he is a mermaid) but Jack declined...

Outtakes

Another rare Vlad and Jeb moment. Jeb: "Uhm ... what are you doing?" Vlad: "Hm? What?"

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie That's amore When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine That's amore Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing "Vita bella" Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a gay tarantella

That's Amore - Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis (MV is the scene from the movie 'The Caddy' from 1953 where they performed this song) Could be a poster for a gay romance movie as well ;)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[hamsterbellbelle]

Additional CC list for Abandoned Safe Hosue🎦:

Arch window || Arch || Attic table || Bag/suitcase || Bag/towel || Bathroom clutter - A - B || Bathroom sink || Bathroom trashcan || Beckoning cat || Bed || Beer bottle || Boarded planks || Books || Box/shoe box/game boxes || Boxes - A -B - C || Bucket with dipper/bath stool || Calendar || Card wallet/keychain/tickets || Cardboard posters || Cardboard rug || Case files || Cement bags || Cereal box/table stain || Cereal || Chair with bag/notes || Chair with clothes || Cigarette ends || Cleaning broom || Clothes rack || Conduit || Cookware (dirty) || Dirty dishes || Diving platform || Door || Door || Drains || Drink crate || Electric cable || Floor dirt || Floor lamp || Floor line || Floor messy clutter || Folded mattress || Folding chair || Food tray || Fridge || Graffiti || Hamper (deco) || Hanging clothes || Hanging brush || Hanging photos || Laptop (deco) || Leaning mattress || Mail/snack bag/take out || Newspaper stack || Old suitcase || Old TV (deco) || Opened suitcase ||

Panel with electric effect || Paper bag/mug || Pipes || Plastic chair || Posters/floor clothes || Pot || Power wire || Puddle || Rolled paper || Shoe rack || Shower caddy/towel || Sink || Square fan || Square table/toilet sink || Stickers || Stickers || Surge plug/phone (deco) || Toilet paper || Toothbrushes || Toothpaste || Towel || Trash pile || Used tissue || Vinyl || Wall photos || Wall rack || Wall shelf/wall phone || Wallpaper - A - B - C - D || Washing machine || Water jug || Wine bottle ||

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Animated data monitor || Astray with smoke || Coat rack || Cyberpunk divider || Cyberpunk posters || Dining stool || Dining table || Door with broken glasses || Folded chair with clothes ||

⚠️Somehow Tumblr is not letting me posting the remaining links 🙄 If you're interested in the CCs please just search them in my CC-DOWNLOAD directory.

[serenity-songbird]

Falling Apart

(I feel like these chapters get longer and longer everytime...Welp enjoy the ride. First post in a while BABY!!!)

How does one describe love?

   It is fragile, yet tough.

   It can be pure ecstacy and utter heartbreak.

   It is bittersweet.

   It can be as hard to break as a diamond, yet at the same time, it can be shattered in a million pieces.

    It is both ignorant and blind while being as clear as day.

   It can be all these things and more.

   But no matter how hard you put it to thought, there isn't a simple word or sentence that can really describe what love is.

   Why are people so desperate to fall in love when it brings us such sorrow and despair?

   The Frenchman sat at the balcony pondering all this. He held a cup of wine in his hands and swirled it before taking another sip.

   He watched as the sunset over the horizon. The sky covered in beautiful hues of red, purple, and orange. He closed his eyes as a cool breeze flew through his golden locks.

   Thoughts of you flooded his mind and regret drowned his heart.

   To him, you were a beautiful mystery.

   He remembers when he used to fear you, but now...his couldn't deny that he felt a different feeling for you.

   He had tried to deny it for so long that he couldn't see it. Now, reality just bitchslapped him across the face before he realized he had fallen in love with you.

   He remembered when he was one of Jessica's suitors and would woo her to no end. He couldn't remember when, but recently he realized that he did not see her in the same light.

   Was he still protective over her?

   Yes, as everyone in this household was.

   But now, it was more of a platonic protective similar to how a sibling (you) would feel.

   How could he have been so stupid?

   The man furrowed his eyebrows and tsked in aggravation.

   Was it too late for a fool, such as himself, to take it all back?

   Yes.

Ah. What was he to do?

He closed his eyes and memories of that fateful day played like a movie in his mind.

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Francis put his hands on his hips and breathed in the fresh air.

"Ah! It is a beautiful day, isn't it mon amie?"

The Canadian lagged behind trying to adjust the straps on the bag carrying the 14 golf clubs. It's not that he was struggling with its weight. The Canadian was quite strong. No the straps just refused to cooperate with him. He may be a bit tangled up...

"Yup. It is a great day." He grimaced as the strap rubbed against his neck hard...That was going to leave a mark...

"Oui!!! It is ze perfect day to enjoy ze weather and golf!" He glowed in the sunlight as he raised his arms high in anticipation. The Frenchman still hadn't noticed Matthew's struggle with the bag...

"Ah! We have finally made it to ze first hole! Matthew, please give me my wood club!"

"Ummm...Which one was the again?"

Francis sighed. How was he to participate in the golfing tournament this year with a caddie who didn't know anything about golf?

Well, since his old caddie quit, he doesn't have much of a choice...At least Matthew offered to help.

Well, Francis is going to have to teach him how to be a caddie.

He sweat-dropped to see Matthew tangled up in the straps.

*"Cela pourrait prendre un certain temps..."*

*(This may take some time...)*

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Mathew was quite the quick learner.

After some explanations and pointing things out, he got most of the game down and was able to properly be a caddie.

Francis was currently on hole 10 and was killing it.

He was confident that he could win the tournament.

"Fore!!!" He shouted before hitting the ball.

It's going.

Its going.

Oh no wait!!!

Not that way!!!

Noooo!!!

The ball plopped right into the lake.

A water hazard...

Francis sighed and went to put another ball on the tee pin.

"Bwahahaha!!! Wow! You are terrible at golf!"

"Sacré bleu!!!" Francis nearly had a heartattack.

He turned sharply to see...Elizaveta and...you holding your stomach in laughter.

He didn't know you two knew each other.

"You shouldn't be laughing, (Y/N)...You are vay vorse than he is...." Elizaveta sighed.

"That's because golf is a stupid sport!!!" You countered in frustration as you puffed out your cheeks.

"A-ah, Elizaveta...and (Y/N). W-What brings you here?" Francis was now walking on eggshells. He did not want to set off your anger.

You grabbed the railing of the golf cart you were on and stepped out. You wore a white collared shirt with gold buttons and a knee length (F/C) skirt. You ajusted (F/C) visor and walked over with your black and white golf shoes.

Francis had to admit. You were a beautiful woman. You had curves that were perfect to grab and pull you into a passionate dipped kiss.

But he would never do that to you. You'd surely beat him to death and bury him 8 ft underground. And yes he knows that they normally bury people 6 ft, but this women would beat him down two more feet...

"Have you forgotten, Francie? I too, am competing in the golf tournament zhis year. My best friend, (Y/N) offered to be my caddie."

"I wouldn't say offered...More as in forced..."

"Vhat was zat?" Elizaveta swirled her head to you, eyes glowing red.

"Eek!!! N-Nothing!" You cowered behind the closest thing to you. Which so happened to be poor Mattie.

You had grabbed onto him so roughly that you accidentally pulled him down, taking both you and the 2 tour bags belonging to Elizaveta and Francis down with.

"Ahhh!!!" "Eek!!!" You and Matthew screeched at the same time as you fell and the supplies In the bags scattered around.

Elizaveta pinched her nose and Francis sweatdropped.

"Oops...Sorry..." You apologized trying to push Matthew off you. Instead you made the tangle worse. Matthew just sighed in defeat. He was just done and was too annoyed to feel fear.

Elizaveta and Francis had to detangle you from each other.

Some time had passed afterwards. Elizaveta and Francis were waaay absorbed into their little competition they were having. They were tied something to something...Honestly, you weren't keeping track.

Golf was hard to understand.

Matthew was nice enough to try and explain it to you, buuut...it wasn't going so well.

Honestly, Matthew was suprised you were even being nice to him and not ignoring him.

(Little did he know, that you were being nice because Elizaveta was there and you didn't want her to kill you. With the small conversations he started to ease the tension, he wasn't so bad. So you were a little more friendly to him. Which made him grateful).

"Sooo. I know you tried to explain it all, buuut I'm not catching on at all. Why are there so many rules and such a difficult scoring system? All you got to do is hit the ball and get it in the hole." You sighed. "What a drag..."

"Yeah...I'll have to agree with you on that one." Matthew was now more relaxed. You were actually a nice person when you weren't yelling or throwing your fists around. Using his peripheral vision, he glanced at you. Something in him wanted to ask this question, but he wasn't sure where it came from. "Ms. (Y/N)? May I ask you a personal question?"

"First, don't call me Ms. (Y/N). Just (Y/N) is fine and depending on the question, sure."

"Why are you so against your sister falling in love with us?"

You clenched your fists around the club you were leaning on. You're face scrunched up with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

"..."

"I-I'm sorry. Was that too-"

"You seem like a decent person, Mattie. So I'll tell you." You locked eyes with him and his heart dropped. Your eyes were cold and dull. "Love is a scam. I've learned time and time again that nothing good comes out of it. You think you're on top of the world only to discover it was all a lie and you were at rock bottom. You only get used and abused." A stray tear dripped down your right eye. "It's not worth it...I'm just trying to protect my sister from the same fate..."

Your voice was distant and forlorn in a manner he never witnessed. From just those words and tone, he felt like he suddenly understood you. He may not know the details of what you went through, but he understood enough.

He wanted to help you.

"You're crying..."

"I'm not crying. There's just dirt in my eye."

"...Of course." He decided to drop it, knowing how stubborn you are. He passed you a tissue. "Here. To wipe the dirt away."

"...Thanks." You wiped your face and put on some sunglasses...To block the sun of course. You and Matt stood in silence for a few minutes before Elizaveta started cursing near the lake. You both walked over to see the problem.

"A Fenébe! [Damn it] It blew my golf ball into ze lake!"

"Hon hon hon. Seems you are not as good as you thought, Oui?"

"You shouldn't be talking. Your ball went in the lake too." You deadpanned.

"Igen! You are not one to talk! Aw, it's too bad. I really loved zhat golf ball. It waz pink."

"Oh, I'll get it for you. I'm a really good swimmer." With no hesitation you jumped into the lake.

"Aaahhh!!! Te őrült lány !! (You crazy woman) Vhat are you doing?!?!?!" Elizaveta screeched.

"Wait, am I supposed to get your ball too Francis! I know you said I have to carry your stuff and pick it up..." Matthew scratched his head in confusion.

"Non!!! Once ze ball gets in the lake, it's supposed to stay zhere!"

"I got it!!!" You surfaced from the water holding the ball high and proud.

"Get out of ze vater now!!!" Elizaveta grabbed a beach towel that you brought along so you could sit on the grass.

You got out the water and your white shirt had become see through. Everyone could see your bra. Matthew looked away, Respectfully. Francis on the other hand stared...Respectively.

"It really is a shame zhat she is so scary..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well...this day wasn't what Francis had planned at all...

Elizaveta practically dragged you into the women's locker room spewing curses and lectures on ladylike behaviors.

Francis was annoyed at the fact that instead of improving his skills, he ended up losing to Elizaveta...AGAIN. Not only t hat, but now he has to buy more golf balls since 2 are now lost forever in that damned lake. He signed his initials on them.

You could have at least gotten his balls too while you were at it. So unfair.

It doesn't help that he came here in the first place to ease his frustrations in the morning.

Arthur decided he wanted to try a new recipe...Somehow he managed to...well...he somehow set the water he was boiling on FIRE...

How?!?!?!

He tried to put out the fire by throwing the fish onto the fire...

Obviously that made it worse.

So then, the kitchen was on fire and not had a horrible smell of burning fish and...whatever it was that Arthur seasoned it with.

Ludwig put out the fire.

Arthur is no longer allowed in the kitchen.

As if that wasn't irritating enough, and here's the topper on the cake, his car broke down!!!

Are you kidding me?!?!?!

A squirrel somehow got into the hood of the car. When the car started up, the critter completely freaked out and damaged the battery.

Mr. Squirrel at least got away with no major injuries, but the car battery...not so lucky.

So now here he was sitting next to YOU of all people in the back of the car. Matthew was on the passenger side of the car. (Francis called shotgun, but Elizaveta didn't want to have to grab here frying pan to hit him while driving. And she was mad at you still for jumping into the lake and embarrassing her).

Worst part is...it was an hour drive to the Mechanics. You lot were following the tow truck there.

Elizaveta may get annoyed and angry with Francis from time to time, but she still offered to take him to the Mechanics due to her kind nature and (Despite your protesting, pouting, and grumbling in disagreement)

The car ride was silent and awkward at first. Matthew turned on the radio to cancel out the silence. While, it eased a bit of tension, the atmosphere was still awkward.

Elizaveta wasn't as angry anymore, but still a little frustrated. Matthew was nervous. Francis was annoyed. You were feeling guilty.

In order to ignore the tension around you, you pulled out your tablet and started designing.

You were an architect/interior designer. You worked on not only building houses, but designing them as well. You recently received a major project for a rich and famous man.

Richard Vicente (He is not real. He is an OC) is a famous Broadway Star. He's featured in musicals, plays, talk shows; you name it.

Not only that but, boy oh boy, is he handsome. Chestnut colored, wavy locks adored his head. His sunny smile would send hearts racing. Toned, 6ft, and all sexy.

The ladies would go crazy over him. You arel not like all the other girls who loved him because of his looks and charms. You were a fan of his talents.

That's. It.

You refused to fawn over some famous, most likely a, playboy. You refused to scream, jump around, and say something provocative or flirty to get him into bed.

You would never act like one of those foolish fangirls.

Perhaps that's why Vicky, your boss, asked you to do the project.

When they announced the project, literally everyone climbed over each other just to be the one who takes it.

You, on the other hand, stayed in your seat. Why would you want to cater to some playboy? He probably breaks hearts on a daily basis and uses women for his own sick needs and wants.

Gross.

And yet your boss practically slammed the papers on your desk and ordered you to be the lead. Plus, she said that if you did a good job, there was a possibility of promotion.

That word made you perk up. So of course you took the job. And only complained a little.

That's what you were working on right now. I'm going to tell you that this re-modeling...is the hardest fucking project you've ever taken!!!

What even is this?!?!?!

A waterslide leading from the bedroom into the living room pool??? Sure that sounds cool and all, but wouldn't it be better to have a normal slide inside the house and a waterslide outside or in a designated indoor pool room???

You can get water all over the furniture and walls. Possible Mold if not probably maintained.

Ugh...

You're getting a headache.

When you meet this man, you are going to kill him...At least in your mind...You really like your job and don't want to get fired...

Francis glanced over to you as you sighed in frustration. He examined the 3D Model you had designed. It wasn't finished, but the rooms you completed and the shape of the house was a sight to behold.

"Oh la vache! [Oh damn] (Y/N) zhat looks amazing!" Francis couldn't help but admire your skills. The modern look mixed with a techno theme somehow worked beautifully together.

You jumped when he exclaimed, and got confused when he suddenly moved to sit closer to you and flip around the 3D house in...is that admiration?

"U-um thanks...I get to lead a very important project. I'm creating the design based on what Mr. Vicente wrote down... though I'm having trouble designing the more...difficult structures."

Now that you snapped out of the initial shock of his unexpected reaction, you noticed how close he was now and suddenly got a familiar chill. It was not a good sign...You won't do this again.

"Also, back off! You're way too close to me right now!"

"But Cherie! I couldn't help but admire your talented model...Aussie [Also] I couldn't help, but notice your face," he gently grabbed your chin seductively, "Turned wine red when you saw 'ow close I was. Could it be, you've fallen for me?"

"Fallen for-??? Absolutely not!!!" You smacked his hand away. Turned your face and crossed your arms. "Humph!"

"She hit me!!! Did you see zhat?! Si méchant! [How mean]"

"That's vhat you get!!! Keep your filthy French hands off of her before I turn zhis car around!" Elizaveta swiftly became overprotective.

Matthew sighed. He just wanted to go back home.

Francis pouted in the corner dramatically for a bit.

A few minutes passed by before Francis muttered a suggestion out of the blue.

"By zhe way...If 'e really wants a swirly slide why don't you build zhe slide to become a tube and 'ave it lead outside? It would solve zhe problem of limited room indoors. You can also put a glass shield around zhe indoor pool to prevent water damage on zhe furniture. And a spot with towels so 'e can dry off and not get water all over zhe place when 'e gets out. Although...I zhink zhe idea of a waterslide is ridiculous. A regular slide, sure, but a waterslide? Oh là là... I would personally try and change 'is mind"

You paused.

"Those...weren't terrible ideas...Maybe you're onto something...But how should I make it look?"

As quickly as a snap of the fingers, you got into work mood and Francis got looped into helping with creating blueprints.

You loved your job. You were passionate about it and got excited whenever talking about it.

Francis, had never seen you so...passionate. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you smiled in excitement. Whenever he proposed an idea or recommendation based on Mr. Vicente's wants, you'd get so excited.

You'd exclaim, "Wow! That's a great idea!" And eagerly write it down or build it into the 3D model.

The both of you worked together to create an almost complete blueprint. When Elizaveta pulled into the Mechanic parking lot, the two of you didn't notice.

Both Matthew and her were surprised by the change in atmosphere. But it helped brighten the mood.

Elizaveta had known you for a while. She knows why you are so stubborn and mean. So seeing you happily talking about your passion with another man...she was relieved...Although, she wished it was with someone else and not that French Bastard.

It was a strange feeling...You were in such a deep conversation and were... disappointed when you got to your destination.

Francis signed papers, got a retail car, and paid for their service.

The rental car pulled up and the 4 of you helped Francis move stuff from his car to the rental.

"Okay! Zhat is all of it. Merci. [Thank you] I will see you back at 'ome!"

Something inside you felt displeased at that thought. Francis helped you so much on your project...It was a pleasant conversation...That's all.

"Wait! Can I drive with you?!" You ran towards him clutching your tablet and books to your chest. You looked up at him with doe eyes. "I-I, I~ need help with this project. You see, it's due in 6 days and you can help me get it done earlier. I could totally impress my boss and get that promotion. Pleeease, help meee."

In your mind, 'It is strictly business! You just want that promotion (Y/N). You're just asking for his help and you do not have any interest in him! No matter how fairytale handsome he is. No! Don't think like that! He is still a playboy and you are not going to fall for a man like that!'

Elsewhere in Francis's mind. He was a little upset. Now you want to be all sweet and nice to him because you need something! The nerve of you! You will not use him just for your own benefit!

...Yet

Regardless of the way you treated him in the past, (Which by the way was literally earlier today and nearly everyday in the past before than), he couldn't say no to your doe eyes...and it was nice talking to you and seeing your cute expressions when talking about your passion.

He wanted to see more.

Not that he has feelings for you! It's due to his French nature! A man must never leave a damsel in distress when she is asking for help.

"...Oui. You may. I do 'ave an amazing sense of style and taste when it comes to making zhings beautiful! Afterall, I myself, am beautiful."

You rolled your eyes at the last statement.

"HUH!?!?!? Vait a minute why do you suddenly vant to go vith zhis Perverz! [Pervert] Plus, I don't vant to drive an hour all alone!" Elizaveta huffed.

"I-It's strictly for business! He...has good ideas. Aaand If you're worried about driving alone...Matthew can go with you!" You pointed at him.

"Who?" She turned around. "A francba! I forgot you were there!"

"I figured...At least (Y/N) remembered me..."

"Are you okay with that Matthew?" You asked politely.

"Yeah. I don't mind." He decided to do you this favor since you didn't forget him.

So it was settled. You split into two groups and drove home.

A lot changed during the drive between both groups.

Elizaveta felt bad about forgetting about Matthew so she got to know him.

Matthew is now under the protection of Elizabeta and if anyone dares forget him or make fun of him, they will die.

Elsewhere, you and Francis worked on the project. Then, the conversation drifted abroad...and something just clicked between you too.

You started talking about your likes, dislikes, why you chose the career you did, etc. You two realized you had a lot in common and got to know each other better.

The drive only felt like it was a few minutes. You...had a good time with him.

You could even say you became friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next 5 days, you and Francis worked on the Project to make it flawless.

You learned even more about each other and soon he realized why you acted the way you did. Men had hurt you so badly that you built up your guard.

He wanted to protect you. He didn't want to see you hurt anymore.

He even told you some of his troubles.

Yes, within 5 days he gained your trust.

5 days might not seem like a lot, but love doesn't have a timeline.

It comes whenever it want to.

And cupid really struck your hearts at that perfect moment.

You were drawing up some ideas and you had the perfect one. You, super animated, scurried over to Francis before you slipped on a piece of paper on the floor and braces yourself.

Instead of hitting the ground, you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist. You opened your eyes and locked on to Francis. He held you in a dip pose and your faces were close together.

How could you deny it any longer? Within 5 days, you'd fallen in love with someone who loves your sister.

Oy vey...This...is not good.

You see there's a major problem with falling in love with that French man.

Not only is he a flirt and a playboy, but he is the type of man you tried to avoid to fall for.

Do you have any idea the pain that stabs your chest whenever you see someone you love flirt with someone else?

And it wasn't just your sister! It was other girls! Every girl except you!!!

You dug yourself into your work to try and ignore this feeling. But it grew more and more as you got to know each other.

Then, you gave the plans to Mr. Vicente. He was so impressed by your teamwork that he also hired Francis.

Of course you would put Francis's name as co-creater. You worked together on it and you would never be selfish.

Aaand because of your generosity, you were now stuck with him at work as well...

He'd flirt with your female coworkers.

He didn't flirt with you...Why?!

Is it because of how you treated him before? You had already apologized!

...Who are you kidding. Of course it's for that reason. Things like that can't just be forgotten!

Stupid!!!

And then there was Francis...For a French man who claims he knows everything about love, he's oblivious when It comes to him.

He's a man of love and beauty. Of course he is going to compliment beautiful girls. That's who he is. He knows that other women swoon over him daily, but he is also a faithful man.

Since Jessica moved in he hasn't had any type of courtship with anyone. He may make love to other when single, but he believes in true love. He's never cheat. And he knows that people think that of him. But he will not let it bring him down. He knows who he is.

Besides, he is in love with (Y/ -J-Jessica. He's in love with Jessica...right?

Of course he is! He's only gotten close to (Y/N) a month ago. He is just protective of her because of her past...Yes. That is what it is.

That's why he gets so angry when Mr. Vicente or Richard flirts with you. It's so obvious. He works very closely with you whenever he can.

...Getting close to you, barely touching shoulders or hands.

Doing everything he can to make you laugh...To hear that enchanting laughter.

Complimenting you just to make you blush and smile. Which is so cute.

...He doesn't trust that man.

And he had reason to hate him even more when he asked you out on a date.

"Ooh lala!~ Where are you going dressed up all nice?" Your sister whistled when you walked down the stairs.

You were stunning. (F/C) dress, (gold/silver) jewelry to compliment it, and your hair styled in a way that made his heart burst.

Even the other men couldn't help but admire the beauty she was. His stomach knotted up.

"I'm going on a date." Francis's heart dropped into his stomach.

"That poor~a fool."

"I will kill you!!! Shut up Lovino!!!' She chucked the cat figurine that was on the shelf at him.

"Ow!!! Now~a listen her-" Just as he stood up, Jessica pulled him down.

"Now. Now let's now fight. (Y/N). It is very rude to throw things at people. And Lovino that was a very hurtful comment. Both of you apologize right. Now."

"I'm sorry..."

"Mi dispiace..."

Francis sat there clutching his pants and getting his teeth.

'What is zhis...zhis awful feeling?'

It was all he could think about. He didn't like it.

He was so lost in his mind that when he snapped back into reality, you were already out the door.

"S'il vous plaît excusez-moi. (Please excuse me)" He had stood up so quickly that even England was concerned.

"Frankie? What's wrong?" Jessica paused the movie.

He didn't respond because the next thing he knew, his hand was on your shoulder. You jumped from fright.

"F-Francis! What do you think you're- why do you look so angry?!"

"So zhis is the real reason why you needed my 'elp, hmm?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? W-What are you talking about?"

"You just used me to impress zhe rich man so 'e'd fall in love with you! Why y-y-you're nozhing but a selfish, inconsiderate, Gold-digger!"

He was suprised and even stepped back when you slapped him across the face.

"Ex-fucking-scuse me!!! First of all, you knew from the beginning that I wanted the promotion! I never said anything about Richard because It wasn't the reason! I did it for my job! Second of all, don't you ever insult me, yell at me, and grab me like that ever again. Who the fuck do you think you are!"

She's right of course. He knew it, yet he couldn't control his anger. He had never been this angry before. Even with Arthur!

Why does his heart hurt so much?

Why was he yelling these things?

What is he even saying?

"Furthermore, I know you are not talking. You! Who claims to he in love with my sister. Yet! You flirts with every woman you see. You! Who has probably been with more women than I can count on all my fingers and toes! Don't you dare shame me for accepting a date from a nice guy who actually makes me feel good about myself! Not like you who makes me feel so insecure! Why is it that you flirt with every woman except me! And you claim you're so in love with my sister. Ugh! I can't believe I fell in love with you! You are just a walking red flag!"

"L-love?" Francis suddenly felt sick.

"You know what. I am sooo glad you showed me your true colors. It only proved that I was right about you from the beginning. A perverted fuckboy who doesn't care that he's constantly breaking hearts for his own satisfaction."

Ouch. That hurt.

"Now move. I'm going to be late for my date." You pushed him out if the way, got in your car and drove off fighting back tears.

Francis just stood there in shock. "She...loves moi?"

"What is the matter with you! Aren't you going to go after her?!?!?!" Jessica stormed up him. "Well? Say something!" She and the others had listened to the entire fight and Jesssica was furious.

He didn't respond even when Matthew came to check up on him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And this brings us to where we are now as he drowns his sorrows with wine.

The sun had already set with how long he sat there.

What a fool he was to not see it.

He placed his face in his hands in aggravation.

What was he going to do now?

[onlyseokmins]

hi elvs I have a currently rot over that gyu photo and oh my god

thinking of chaebol gyu who finished a golf session and is now at dinner but he is giving very not subtle hints by flexing his arms and everything and giving cocky smirks and he can’t be bothered over the aged wine and steak but he wants something more instead 😵‍💫

Listen Aki, I typed this up on a word doc at work cuz I saw your ask and scrEAMED also tagging the bestie wife bc she asked <;3 @chogiwapadada *garbles in shame* ANYWAYS

I have sooo many thoughts for this cuz I’ve been in an ostentatiously rich country club and I feel like gyu really puts and serves the cunt in cuntry club hfsdjfskd

You’re some wealthy heiress to a rival company because your father thinks you’re too good for anyone out there and mingyu’s family are well aware of the rumors floating around you in high society.

But that doesn’t stop gyu. Or you. I mean look at him.

He already thinks you're hot stuff in your dress suits during business exchanges and absolutely ravishing in cocktail dresses during stupid galas. And of course, you're witty as hell. So how’s he supposed to control himself when you show up at the private course in the shortest skirt he’s even seen permitted and a golf shirt NO ONE should ever look that sexy in with that look on your face????

It doesn’t help the whole 18 holes and thousand yards he’s only thinking of a different kind of hole-in-one he wants. You’re bending over wayyyy too frequently, teasing him the entire time in the name of getting a better score than him. Pressing up against his firm figure in the golf cart after refusing to have your usual caddy drive you around, claiming it’d be faster if the two of you rode around together. Even running your hands up and down the veins of his tensed arms, saying he needed help with his form and to relax even though the man was DYING to touch you instead.

But you had that same smug smirk on your face as you did during office hours. That you were better than everyone present and did not need or want him whatsoever. It’s not like the two of you were alone either — the hidden guards scattered around and constant runs of the makeup artists making sure you looked perfect for any cameras that may flash — as if you needed to worry about how you looked when you were flawless anyways. He wasn't opposed to taking you behind that one tree but you were way too classy for that.

He’s biting his bottom lip the ENTIRE time (it's prolly bleeding) and when the match is finally over (you winning ofc bc he was SUPER distracted) he’s not sure if he’s having heat stroke or if it's from watching that bead of sweat dip under your shirt. A place he'd like to be.

You smile sweetly at the paparazzi, kissing a clean golf ball with your signature on it and handing it to one of the sponsors in the crowd and he just about faints on the spot when you claim your victory to “knowing your way around clubs and balls” and sends a wink his way in a saucy manner.

That’ll be on tomorrow’s headlines for sure.

He has about 30 minutes to regain composure when the staff whisks everyone away to dress for a casual, cordial dinner among the attendees.

Not that there’s anything cordial between the two golden heirs. Or casual.

He’s practically eyefucking you the entire dinner, not drooling because of the food. You’re kinda surprised he’s not doing a single thing considering he’s right across from you but that’s just because he’s a lil stupid and prolly didn’t drink a single thing so he's dehydrated af, too busy licking his lips at a different feast. So like all matters of business you excel at, you take it into your own hands.

You announce you’d like to see what dessert the chefs were preparing with an innocent smile to the elders and a direct, challenging look his way before making your way into the overtly fancy hallway. Of course, he follows, with the lame excuse and fake-spiteful comment that you had absolutely no knowledge of desserts but knowing that he’ll like whatever you have to serve.

It’s a shame you never get to see the kitchens. But you do get a full tour of the conference room off to the side. With its heavy gold-plated doors and a long, smooth mahogany table featuring a sky light that has a magnificent view of the blue skies. Not that you two really notice with your eyes.

You make it back just as the chocolate cake was served, complimenting and swallowing the white cream that was definitely not part of the recipe and mingyu grunting how tasty the samples were that never had even been an option.

No one commented on how wrinkled your dress was or how crooked gyu’s collar looked… and that definitely wasn’t your lipstick on his neck. Obviously, it was a far walk because you were both so sweaty and sore after an intense match and of course you had an unfortunate case of tripping over your heels causing you to now walk with a limp. Luckily, mingyu caught you, oh so kindly, and you commented off hand to your parents to set up another dinner party because you just had to express your appreciation.

You might just not mention how it would be shared :)

But you did specify it in writing, like all official agreements, along with your personal phone number, circled with a heart and stamped with a kiss on your scorecard that was slyly slipped in his pants. <3

[nankaseawater]

Open the wine bottle 🍾 / the tea caddy 🫙

[onlygenxhere]

juke 42 + 60 for the prompts 🫶🏼

Luke and Julie were finally alone.

It had been a long day of meetings and they’d had very little alone time in well over a month.

Julie lay back against Luke taking a sip of her wine as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders holding her close. “I think we need a vacation.” She took another sip of her drink and sighed, “Just the two of us.”

He gently took her glass from her and took his own sip of the red liquid before placing it on the table beside them. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb for a moment just taking in the beautiful women he was lucky enough to have in his life, and in his arms, before leaning forward to kiss her.

Julie ran her hand up his chest to his shoulder and then up behind his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

They were really getting into it, making out like a couple of teenagers when there was a loud crash from upstairs and they broke apart with a gasp.

“What the fuck was that?”

They looked at each other for another moment when they finally heard a young voice say, “Mom?”

“Shit,” Julie breathed out under her breath as they both jumped up and rushed to the stairs.

Their twelve year old daughter Violet was standing at the top wringing her hands.

“Violet?”

“Everything’s fine.” She nodded quickly and tried to smile. “Just a slight accident, we’ve got it under control.”

“All of you are supposed to be in your rooms if not asleep.” Luke started up the stairs with Julie coming up behind him.

Violet tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “It’s summer, no one is asleep dad.”

Luke stopped at the top of the stairs and frowned at his daughter, “Even Rocky?”

She snickered and then stopped when she saw her mother’s face. “Um, he’s the one that came to get me and Logan.”

“To do what exactly?” Julie crossed her arms and gave her oldest a hard look.

“Well…” she started and then there was another crash followed by a scream and all three of them ran down the hall to the bathroom.

Luke threw open the door to see one of the makeup mirrors broken on the floor as well as the girl’s makeup caddy dumped over and its contents scattered across the room.

That must have been the most recent crash because both their ten year old Logan and their four year old Rocky were sitting up on the counter staring down at the mess on the floor in horror.

Logan’s arms and face were painted entirely blue and Rocky had so much glitter on his face he practically looked like a disco ball.

“Okay… this looks bad.” Violet said peeking around them into the chaos.

Luke looked down at Julie who was biting her lip trying not to laugh. If she started laughing, he was going to start laughing and they had to be parents right now and not laugh, at least not yet.

He pulled Violet around him and sat her up on the counter with her siblings so she didn’t step in the mess. “Explain.”

Logan and Violet started talking over each other at the same time but he and Julie managed to decipher out the gist of it.

Apparently this had all started when Rocky came in their room unable to sleep because they’d been talking about cosplaying Steven Universe for the last week and he wanted to see if they really could paint Logan blue like Sapphire.

Julie held up a hand to stop their explanation. “Ok, but then why is Rocky covered in glitter?”

Their son grinned at them. “I look all shiny!”

Luke pursed his lips and looked down at his wife whose eyes were sparkling with mirth. She swallowed her smile with a sigh and turned back to their children. “Ok, so here’s what we’re going to do.” She took a careful step in the room and picked up Rocky handing him over to Luke.

Oh goodie now he got to be covered in glitter too.

“You’re going to take your son to our bathroom and get him cleaned up and back to bed.” She nodded at him and he almost said ‘yes boss’ but the kids thought it was funny when he called Julie boss and this was not the time to be making jokes.

He was the dad here after all.

He and Julie would probably laugh about this until they couldn’t breathe later when they finally had time alone to talk again.  

“Violet and I are going to clean this up while Logan jumps in the shower and works on getting that blue off.”

“Ugh mom,” Violet whined.

Julie stopped her whining with a look. “I know you hate being the oldest sometimes but you are and while it’s not your responsibility to police your siblings you could have come and gotten us.” She pointed down at the broken mirror on that floor. “Someone could have gotten cut on that.”

Both girls’ eyes ticked up to their little bother in his arms. As much as he annoyed them sometimes they loved him like little mama bears.  

Julie gave Logan a hard look, “The only reason you’re not helping is because I don’t want you staining your sheets blue.”

Both girls sighed and nodded.  

Julie turned to him and bopped Rocky on the nose. “And your daddy is going to have a talk with you about being up after bed time and roping your sisters into something that could have waited till tomorrow.”

Rocky nodded at Julie wrapping his arms tighter around his neck. “I’m sorry mami.”

“I know,” She smiled at him and both he and his son smiled back at her. “Ok, off with you two.” She turned away from them and shut the door so Logan could get in the shower.

“Ok, buddy,” Luke sighed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

It took just as long as Luke expected to get the majority of the glitter off his son which was about five times longer than a normal bath. Just when he thought he had him clean he’d see another sparkle.

“Rocky, I am banning all glitter and things with glitter in them from this house.” He growled making his son laugh as he rinsed him off for the fifth time.

Rocky blinked water droplets off his eyelashes and smiled at him. “I like the way the glitter sparkles. It’s cool!”

He couldn’t help smiling at his son’s enthusiasm for shiny things. “Ok, maybe we can find some glittery nail polish or something.”

“Oh yeah! I bet Uncle Alex or Aunt Flynn have some!” Rocky bounced.

“I bet they do.” He laughed and shook his head. Thinking they’d probably gladly take his son shopping for glitter nail polish. “Come on buddy let’s get out I think you’re as clean as you’re going to get tonight.”

“Aw, do I gotta?”

“Yes you gotta,” he laughed again grabbing a towel and draping it over his shoulders and then wrapping it around his body tightly as he pulled him from the water.

“Bad and naughty children get wrapped up in the blanket burrito for their crimes.”

Rocky was abnormally quiet as Luke dried him off.

“Am I really bad daddy?” he asked in a small voice as Luke rubbed at his hair.

He stopped and really looked at Rocky who was tearing up. “No, buddy you’re not bad.” Luke pulled him into a hug. “You just made a bad choice tonight that’s all.” He wiped the few tears that fell as Rocky nodded at him. “Maybe next time you can’t sleep because your head is too full of ideas you come find me or mami?”

“Ok daddy.” He sniffed. “I’m sorry the mirror got broken.”

“It’s ok,” Luke kissed him on the forehead. “I’m glad no one got hurt.”

He stood and scooped Rocky up in his arms. “Maybe you could help your sisters out with their chores tomorrow as a thank you for cleaning up the mess tonight.”

Rocky laid his head on his shoulder finally getting sleepy. “I can do that.”

“I know you can.” He said as he carried him down the hall to his room. “You’re getting so big.”

Rocky yawned, “I know.”

Luke laughed as he sat him on the bed and got him some clean pajamas and quickly helped him dress.

“Ok big guy bed time.”

Rocky didn’t argue as he climbed under the covers.

Another yawn escaped him as he snuggled down between his stuffed bear and turtle.

Luke knelt down beside the bed and ran a hand over his son’s head. “What are we going to do next time we can’t sleep?”

“Come find you or mami.” Rocky mumbled.

“That’s right.” Luke leaned over and gave him another kiss on the forehead. “Good night Rocky, I love you.”

“Night daddy, love you too.”

Luke stepped out into the hall shutting the door quietly behind him. The door to the girls’ bathroom was still shut. It would seem date night with his wife was canceled. He headed downstairs to clean up the wine and maybe look up some potential vacation destinations.

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What's in A Name? (Headcannon)

Pairing: Some guy named Elvis & some chick named Jordan

Headcannon

Warning: Words spoken without considering the feels of others. Enemies turned to friends. Friends turned to lovers.

Author's Notes: For someone like me, growing up with a unisex name was tough at times. I'm an adult, and I still get questioned about my name. The words that got me through it were Shakespeare's infamous words from the play Romeo & Juliet (1595).

P.S. this is super long. I hope y'all like it.

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It's 1960, and Elvis has just returned from Germany.

Being back home, Elvis wants to surround himself with the boys, get some girls, and have a party.

Me and my best friend, Stacy, were invited to an exclusive party at Graceland.

I've been a fan of Elvis Presley's since I saw Love Me Tender in 56'.

I've a few of his records and one small picture I keep in my diary.

My folks are sick of hearing about Elvis. "Elvis, Elvis, Elvis. He's almost all you think about."

"It would behoove you to keep your nose in your studies and out of Hollywood daydreams!" So saith my mother.

When he was away in Germany, my parents thought that would be the end of that.

But they were wrong. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

There's news of him everywhere. His people are trying to keep him in the public eye as much as possible.

I get to see him grow as an Army man, and it's amazing.

A man in uniform is strong and handsome, but Elvis in a uniform is a sight to behold!

Stacy and I were just out on Beale Street getting milkshakes when a tall guy approached our table.

"Hey, ladies. Would you be interested in coming to a party tonight?"

We look at each other. It could be dangerous because this random stranger just approached us.

Three questions filled my mind:

"What's your name?"

"Where's the party?"

"Who's the host?"

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry. I see two beautiful ladies sitting alone. I thought they may wanna party."

"I'm Sonny West. The party is at Graceland, and the host is Elvis Presley."

We both are in complete shock. The Elvis Presley is hosting a party at his house, and we invited!

We both speak simultaneously, "Yes!"

It was still a risk following this Sonny guy, but we had Stacy's dad's car.

If we walked and were approached, the answer would have been no! Since we had a car, the answer was absolutely.

We followed behind Sonny in his Cadillac.

It was a quick six miles drive, but with the excitement I was feeling, it felt like forever.

I'm in awe of his home as soon as we get through the crowded gates and drive up the pathway.

We park right behind Sonny's Caddy and walk up the driveway.

The house was already lively with music and laughter.

"Ladies, welcome to the party."

Sonny opens the door, and my heart drops.

Graceland is breathtaking.

Although crowded, I could still see the beauty in the house. The carpet was a red wine color, and it carried upstairs.

"Ladies, I didn't catch your names." Sonny asks us.

There were girls running around all over the place. The energy was wild and exciting. I, for one, had never ever been to a party like this.

"I'm Stacy!"

"And I'm Jordan."

Sonny's eyes grow wide, and he laughs a bit. "Your name is Jordan?"

"Yes, and your name is Sonny."

In my mind, I'm saying, "Here we go again. Someone badgering me about my name."

"Yes, it's unusual for a woman to have a male name, but here I am!"

Sonny led us downstairs to where the party was really happening.

It was crowded from wall to wall. Everyone was chatting and drinking it up.

I looked around to see if I could spot Elvis over the hoards of guests.

I turned, and there he stood. The man himself. Better looking than all those pictures. Just ethereal.

He walked over to Sonny and shaked his hand. "How are you, Sonny?"

"I'm great, E. I invited some friends from Beale Street to join us. Ladies, this is Elvis."

"What's your names sweet girls." He asked us.

"I'm Stacy, and I'm your biggest fan."

He smiled at Stacy and looked at me.

"I'm a big fan, probably not as big as my friend here. I'm Jordan."

He raised his eyebrows and started laughing. "Surely?"

I closed my eyes thinking, not him too. "Yes. Surely."

Elvis begins to laugh at me. This tears my heart.

All of a sudden, all my confidence was gone.

"That's quite masculine name for a girl. What kind of name is that?"

"The kind of name that someone named Elvis wouldn't question."

I paused, looking in his eyes, trying not to cry.

His smile left his face.

"Excuse me." I said, walking away quickly.

I was ready to go. I went back upstairs and out the front door.

I couldn't leave the way I wanted to. Stacy had the keys, and it was her dad's car after all.

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my eyes.

I sat in the front steps, tears pouring down my eyes.

I thought he'd be different. Then again, he was until he heard my name.

I wish I had any other name!

I was just about ready to start walking home until I heard a voice.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I look up, and I see Elvis standing there.

"It's your house. I was getting ready to leave anyway."

I stood up off the steps and started to walk away.

"No, wait. Please." He grabs my hand gently to stop me from leaving. "Could I talk to ya?"

"Mr. Presley, there's nothing we have to discuss."

"Please?" He sounded so sincere.

I sat back down on the steps, and he sat with me.

"You know, this is a good place to cry. I cried here once when my mama passed."

I looked at him. How he opened up to me so easily was baffling.

"I truly didn't mean to rag on ya bout your name."

"I guess I should be used to it by now, but it seems I'm not."

I paused and then said,

"I would love to be a Rebecca, or a Lily, or a Rose, but I'm a Jordan, and I get judged for it. I love being Jordan."

"Jordan's a Biblical name. It's a good, strong name." Elivs said.

"Just too strong for a woman?" I asked.

"Nah, it's just right. Strong like the river herself." Elvis encourages me. It puts a smile on my face.

"Where does Elvis come from?" I asked.

"Elvis? From Tupelo!" He jokes.

He makes me laugh out loud. I didn't know he was so funny.

"I'm not sure where Elvis comes from. It's my father's middle name. I'm named after him."

"Funny. I'm named after my grandfather. George was his name."

"My brother was named after our grandfather, Jesse."

"Isn't life strange, Elvis? The coincidences that arise."

"Yeah, it is quite strange. Jordan, if you could pick another name, what would it be?"

"What's in a name? A rose by any other name still smells as sweet. So even if I weren't Jordan, I'd still have my kindness."

"That was poetic."

"That's because it's written by William Shakespeare. That's how I always got through the teasing."

"Boy. I wish I knew that when I was in school. I got hassled a lot."

I look at him in shock! Who the hell would hassle Elvis Presley?!

"I don't understand. Who would hassle you?"

"I wasn't popular as I am now."

I couldn't imagine how not. He was handsome. Better looking than all his photos. He could sing. He could dance.

With the exception of what he said about my name, he's quite kind. Why wouldn't he be loved in high school?

"People are cruel. We have to remember to be better than that." I said, trying to bring him some comfort.

"He sure didn't think about your feelings earlier, and I apologize for that. It was cruel. It was unbecoming of an officer." Elvis grabbed my hand as he spoke.

"I forgive you, Elvis. Thank you."

I feel that fangirl bubble up inside of me. The pit at the of my stomach was full of butterflies.

"Jordan, would you like to go out for burgers? I'm starving."

"I could go for a burger."

We get off the steps, and he still holds my hand.

My heart skips a beat. I had to let it sink in that Elvis Presley was holding my hand.

Where in the universe do I get the opportunity to hold Elvis' hand?

I pinched my shoulder, just to make I wasn't dreaming.

Nope! Not a dream! He's here. Elvis is holding my hand and walking me to his car.

Elvis drove us through the back gate to escape from the hoards of fans at the front gate.

We went to a pretty empty drive thru for dinner.

We switched seats so Elvis could hide from prying eyes.

Without getting out of the car, we switched positions by way of me scooting over his waist.

I almost screamed as I felt his waist under my ass. I thought I felt something else, but I didn't check.

I was making a friend in Elvis, and I didn't want to abuse his trust.

At the drive thru, we ordered three burgers, two fries, and two cokes.

Elvis concealed himself in the passenger seat.

I drove off, and he gave me directions of a private place to park, not to from Graceland.

We spent the next fifteen minutes or so getting to know each other more.

Bonding over burgers and coke.

Elvis tells me about his tour in Germany and how the weather was compared to Memphis.

He expressed how much he missed a good burger.

Elvis told me he was glad that Dodger (his Grandma) made sure he was well fed if he didn't eat in the mess hall.

Elvis liked hearing about my boring life.

I told him about me working in a clothing store on Beale Street and about my best friend, Stacy.

"How did the two of you meet Sonny?"

"We went out to eat on Beale. I just got off work, and Stacy and I decided to go to the Shake Shop."

"So, you hadn't eaten yet?"

"Not yet. We had some milkshakes, though. Then Sonny introduced himself and told us about your party. Stacy's a big fan, so we had to check it out."

"What about you, Jordan?"

I looked at him for a moment, then replied, "I'm just glad he didn't kill us."

Elvis let out this hearty laugh. It was the type of laugh that makes you laugh along with him. The type of laugh that brings a smile to your face.

When he calms himself down, he asks me again. "I meant on being a fan?"

I decided to tease him a bit. "Well, he's... he's handsome. If you like that rugged James Dean rebel look."

Elvis gave me a shy smile and looked down at his hands.

"And those piercing baby blues..." I slammed my hand against my chest over my heart. "God, help me. Wow!"

He chuckles at this and looks back up at me.

"King Creole is a masterpiece. I saw it three times. I'm excited for the next film."

"Elvis is excited too. He's ready to be a serious actor." He starts speaking of himself in third person, playing along.

"I've always wanted to be a great actor like Jimmy Dean. He's one of my favorites next to Tony Curtis."

Elvis had a with words even though he was a bit shy. I was quiet myself, but he knew how to make me feel comfortable.

"You're pretty amazing, Jordee."

"What did you just call me?"

"I-I-I called you Jordee. Is that okay?"

"No, no. It's fine. My mother calls me Jordee. No one else does."

"I think Jordee's cute. Like you."

He put me in shock! I felt my face burn warm, and my heart skip a beat.

"You think I'm cute?"

"Oh, Jordee, I think you're beautiful." Elvis spoke to me in a whisper.

I felt myself stop breathing.

I didn't even notice how close we were to each other.

All of a sudden, I felt shy and looked down and giggled to myself.

Elvis places he hand lightly under my chin and raised my head to look him in the eyes.

Suddenly, I felt like a deer in headlights.

His gaze just captured me.

Elvis slowly brought his lips to mine, kissing me.

His lips were so soft, and oh so pouty.

He eases his tongue into my mouth, grazing it over my tongue.

My body felt like it was on fire. So much said in this one kiss.

We stopped for a moment and looked at each other.

"Whoa..." That's all I could say in this moment? He left me that speechless.

So much had happened between us since our first meeting earlier in the evening.

I saw him across the room. He came over to meet me and Stacy.

He hears my name and laughs at me. I ran away crying.

He cheers me up and apologizes.

We grab dinner and get to know each other better.

Turns out he's a sweetheart, and all is forgiven.

He thinks I'm beautiful and he kisses me.

If the night went a bit differently and he kissed me, I'd be full-on screaming right now. Fan girling!

But no. I would not do that to him. Elvis deserves more.

"Whoa?" Elvis asks.

"Elvis, you got me at a loss for words. I've nevertheless been kissed that way before."

"Then let me shock you again, baby."

Elvis grabs my face and lays the most passionate kiss I've ever received.

Oh, be still my beating heart!

I wrapped my arms around his neck, lacing my fingers through his fine hair.

I slowly pull away from him to catch my breath.

"Elvis, is kissing always like this?"

"It can be, Jordee, if you want it."

This is better than any dream I could have possibly conjured up.

I kissed Elvis once more for good measure.

He worked his way down my neck, causing me to giggle.

How does he manage to make me feel this way?

Elvis brings his lip back to my lips and kisses me again.

We just kind of hold each other for a bit.

We didn't really speak for a few moments.

I sensed that Elvis was shy at times but never felt that he was a loner.

The way he held me indicated that he wanted love. That he wanted to be loved. I did not mind loving him. In the end, we all need affection.

"Elvis?"

"Yes, Jordee?"

I grinned at him. "I hate the thought of leaving you, but I think I should be getting home."

"I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't thinking. We were having such a good time."

"We did. I loved spending time with you, Elvis. The night started out rocky, but you rolled out nicely."

He got him laughing again. His laughter is so contagious.

When he finally calmed down, he asked where I lived.

"Stacy has the keys..."

Oh no! How could I forget my friend?!?

"Elvis, I left Stacy at your house!" I was in shock of my own actions.

"She safe, Jordee."

"I'm the worst friend ever. We gotta back."

"Okay, baby. I'll take you back to Graceland."

Elvis races us back to Graceland, and all the while I was feeling like the worst friend in the world.

Elvis pulled back into Graceland through the front gate. Interestingly, there were no fans to pester him at this hour.

"There's her car there." I told him.

He pulled up along the side of Stacy's car, and we got out.

My first thought was to go in the house and locate Stacy until I realized something was wrong with her windows.

"Jordee, are her windows foggy?" Elvis asked. "I know that voice.

Elvis tapped on the driver's window and said, "Shelby County police!"

The car shook and covered my mouth in shock.

The window rolled down, and there was an unfamiliar guy in the car with Stacy!

Elvis started to laugh. "Red, you old son of a gun! Trying to bust a cherry in my driveway!"

"Damn it, Elvis! You scared the hell out of us!"

We all had a great laugh. I wasn't sure how safe the car was after their misadventures, though!

"Jordee, baby, I told you she was safe." Elvis grabbed and hugged me.

"I wish I trusted you."

"Red, clean up. The girls need to go home."

Red nodded his head and rolled up the window, saying his last goodbyes to Stacy.

Elvis & I alone once again.

"I had a great time tonight, Jordee."

We took our hands and intertwined our fingers.

I look into his cerulean hues, and I swear I stop breaking. "Me too, Elvis."

Elvis gave me a little smirk and gave me one last kiss.

"Can I see ya again, Jordee?"

Once again, he's left me speechless.

"You want to see me again?"

"Yes, please."

I nodded my head.

"Use your words, baby." Elvis told me.

"Yes, please." *giggles*

I kissed him first this time.

Red emerged for Stacy's car, telling her good night one last time.

Elvis walked me to the passenger side of the car.

"I'll call you." He said, shutting me in the car. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"I look forward to it.... Bye, Elvis."

"Bye, Jordee, baby."

He moved away from the car, giving Stacy space to drive off.

"Woo-hoo! What a night I had, Jordan! Red is so sweet and silly." Stacy started telling me about how her night was with Red.

"How was your night, Jordan? How was Elvis? Is he as sweet as he seems?"

I looked at her and grinned. "No... he's better."

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[weilongfu]

I should not feel as proud as I do for deciding not to pay for overpriced cup caddies and buying a wine bottle tote bag instead to hold all my morning coffee.

I shall report back once it gets here and I see how well it works.