#you can even dip it in soup !!!! like hello !!!

[mars-ipan]

convinced that grilled cheese is the killer of mental illness

[talktonytome]

For a fic prompt, I could use some hurt/comfort. Either one of them has a bad day?

Sorry it's a little late, but here's a tiny soft thing <3

The sun is dipping low into the horizon by the time Buck walks out of the station. Like a vision, Tommy’s there leaning against his truck, waiting for him and he’s so happy and relieved he could cry. It’s been the week from hell, bad call after bad call and on his off days, he'd come down with a stupid cold and couldn’t even properly enjoy time with Tommy. 

Tommy had been there for him after every shift, ready with open arms and soothing words and touches. He’d drawn him relaxing baths and given him the best massages. He took care of the cooking and cleaning, despite Buck’s protests. On the days he was sick, he kept warm, hearty soup coming his way and cuddled him, snotty nose and all. 

Seeing him now, at the end of the longest week ever, is the balm he needs and he can’t believe how lucky he is to have him. 

“C’mere,” Tommy says softly, holding out his arms. Buck falls into them, like a marionette whose strings were cut and he smushes his face into his neck. He lets out a deep sigh that he’s sure tickles Tommy, but the man only hums and holds him tighter content to stay like that for a few minutes. Their breathing syncs up with every inhale and exhale and Buck feels some of the tension from his shoulders melt away.

He stays like that for several more beats and then pulls back to properly greet his man. “Hi,” he smiles, keeping a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and raising the other to cradle his jaw. He thumbs the stubble beneath his fingers and revels in the warmth of his skin. 

“Hello to you, too,” Tommy turns his face to press a kiss to his thumb and smiles back at him. His hands come down to curl around Buck’s waist. “Long week?” 

“Pffft, you know it!” He laughs. “Thank you for being here and taking care of me, by the way. I know I wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows this week.”

Tommy looks at him in his soft Evan way. He tilts his head ever so slightly. “You don’t have to thank me, I like taking care of you.” He rubs both thumbs in soothing circles over Buck’s hipbones and it grounds him to this moment. 

“Still, I promise I’ll make it up to you. I feel like I’ve been taking and taking so much this week. I should be giving too.”

“You’ve been giving to your job and despite what you may believe, you still come home and give to me. Sweetheart, my love isn’t a well that runs dry. I love you because I love you, no ifs, and’s, or but’s. I hope you don’t feel like you have to earn it, I’ll always be here for you because I want to be. Life— a relationship isn’t split exactly down the middle all the time. Sometimes one of us needs to lean on the other a little more and that’s okay. I’ve got you and you’ve got me, right?” 

Buck’s throat aches with emotion. He nods and swallows back the tiny, but still present part of him that’s insecure about pushing Tommy away. He knows by now that Tommy’s not leaving him, not if he can help it. He moves his arms to wrap around Tommy’s neck and pulls him in for a quick kiss. “You’ve got me and I’ve got you.” 

[jjuwuni]

caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 1 | SWEET DREAMS

pairings — yeonjun x afab reader

genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama

word count (for this chapter) — ~2.3k

summary —  You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong. 

And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.

Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.

MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.

warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..

A/N: hello! bela here! my apologies for dipping after posting the preview. here is the official first chapter! hope you guys like it. i'll try to update more frequently. 🙏 comments and reblogs are very much appreciated xoxo also please do let me know if you'd like to be tagged for the next parts!

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“O-oh..” You clear your throat after telling yourself to get it together about a million times. Opening your mouth after what seemed like an eternity, “I uh.. Uncle Minjun? It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” You offer your hand out to the man who was undeniably a splitting image of Yeonjun - just older.

He was dashing and had an air of charisma around him. One would know that being in the real estate business, you need to have some type of charm after all, so you're not too surprised that he owns the biggest housing and commercial property business in Asia. He seemed like the type to be able to sway you easily into buying things without much hesitation. 

Also explains why your mom fell for him.

“y/n.. Very nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from your mother, you seem like a very smart lady. And as expected - beautiful too. Surely you have a lot of suitors by now, eh?” He says in a playful manner, as you finally take a seat to join them, right across from Yeonjun. 

“Oh, trust me, dad. Soobinnie's all over her.” The male across from you nonchalantly points out, making you cough right as you scoop the clear soup into your mouth. 

“Oh? CEO Dongwon's son? Well sounds like he’s a decent man.” Your mother for sure wouldn't pass off the chance to give her two cents, “Why didn’t you tell me this, sweetie? You should invite Soobin here sometime.” She lets out a giddy laugh as you grimace into your soup.

"Well, we’re not an item, Mom. And you know I want to focus on my studies first…” 

“It’s rare you hear that nowadays eh? I wish my son would see education the same way as you y/n. Maybe you should teach him a thing or two, huh?” Minjun replies, sipping from his scotch glass and giving Yeonjun a look to which the younger male replies with a sarcastic scowl. 

“I’m sure Chaewon’s got that covered.” You take the opportunity to tease back, it was your way of repaying him for bringing Soobin up. “They’re a really cute couple.” You smile the sweetest one you can muster and look over at his dad who seems to suddenly be interested at the mere mention of a girl. 

“Well, if you’re serious about dating her, son, stop bringing random girls home. You know the guards see you when you do that, right? It's quite distasteful really.” 

Your eyes widen upon learning this little piece of information, he was still bringing girls home, even though he’s dating my friend?  You think to yourself. You could feel Yeonjun’s glare directed at you from across the table, but ultimately decide to avoid it and just eat. 

“I-I’ll go get the dessert.” You shoot up from your seat not too long after, wanting to do anything to get you out of that semi-awkward situation. 

“I’ll help you y/n!” Yeonjun chimes in, walking behind you and following you into the kitchen- giving you no other choice. 

“Ahjumma, can you please take out the cream cake my mom bought this morning? I’ll cut it myself.” You say in a polite tone and a smile to match, watching the older lady walk out back to the refrigerators to go grab it. 

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against the expensive Italian marble countertop. “Not even an hour with you and I’m already tired.” You glare at the male.

It’s true, there’s a reason why you never got along with him, as he was always picking on you. But it was more of a welcomed gesture for you because even though it was annoying, you were just glad you are not a part of the population of MOA-U girls who have fallen victim and succumbed to his charms. 

“Well, you do know what this means… right y/n?” Yeonjun asks, almost in a teasing tone from what you can pick up.

Soon, his hands lay flat over the countertop, on each side of your hip - effectively trapping you in. 

You swallow hard, you’ve never been this close to him before. 

Chaewon always had somewhat of a fence around him in school, which is why we’ve never been face-to-face like this. You find yourself taking note of his prominent features- from his black locks, which complimented his hazel eyes, his strong jawline, his raised nose bridge, and even that cute, boyish smile. 

“H-huh?” Great, what was that part about being immune to his charms again? 

“We’re going to be siblings," He says, arms wrapping around your waist, "..so you’ll see more of me around, most likely.” His smile stretches out even more, and it was like he enjoyed that you were flustered by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Like a shark being able to smell fear from a few feet away. 

"You're... You weirdo." Was all you were able to say, and it took all of your might to push him off of you, and right on time too, as the help finally came back with the cake to save the day. 

You leave the kitchen as fast as you could, and even as you briskly walked away, you could feel Yeonjun smirking behind you.

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"I don't know how I feel about it, honestly." You say as you plop down on one of the couches in Chaewon's living room after school that day. 

"My best friend and my boyfriend becoming step-siblings? Who would have thought..." Chaewon says with a smile, though you couldn't tell if it was a sarcastic smile or one that was of genuine nature. 

"I know my mom's been a notorious magnet for rich dudes but I never thought she would end up in the arms of Choi Minjun, tsk. This is driving me nuts." You whine out, pulling at your hair and punching the throw pillow repeatedly.

"You do know there's some business strategy side to this, right unnie?" Minjeong suddenly speaks up. The youngest in your group rarely opened her mouth, which is why all four of you were all ears whenever she decides to give her input on things. 

"How so?" You ask, trying to make sense of the situation and guessing where she was going with this statement.

"Mm well... Yeonjun oppa's dad owns a lot of properties, and you guys own a lot of department stores.. So if your companies merge... Then, your mom can expand to more places and oppa's dad will acquire more patrons because of the brand - since your mom does have an insane amount of fans. It will be the merger that everyone in Korea will be talking about." 

"Wow.. I never really thought of it that way." You say in a hushed tone, trying to put the pieces together. 

"At this rate you'll be richer than all three of us combined. With the exception of Chaewon, of course." Yeji says in a joking manner, her statement causing Chaewon to flip her hair over her shoulder. 

You laugh it off, "Ah, well- that's.. that's really not my concern now. All I know is that my mother needs to get her life together.." 

"Well look at the bright side y/n, at least you get to look after my baby for me," Chaewon interjects, putting her hand over her chest. "You know, you can report to me and tell me if there are girls who try to flirt with him and all that. You’re basically going to be his younger sister anyways." She points out, nodding her head a few times. 

You stay silent, suddenly remembering that one little fact that his dad gave away at dinner.

He was still bringing random girls home at this point. 

There was an inner battle in you suddenly - should I say something? Or should I keep it under wraps since their relationship isn’t my business anyway? Something prompts you to go for the latter, not open your mouth and just nod.

You'd rather not be caught in the middle of the drama.

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As expected, there was another party that night at Chaewon’s house.

There were indeed perks to being inheritors to future companies: your parents were more often than not, too busy to take note of anyone's whereabouts. Which is why you have the luxury to party whenever you wanted.

Surprisingly, you were actually in the mood to party then. As you’ve managed to down a few shots of soju as well as soju bombs with Yeji.  

And not surprisingly, Chaewon was all over Yeonjun that night.

You could feel him staring at you from time to time though. Nevertheless, you don't think much of it- as you’ve always made it a point not to.

He's probably waiting for me to f*ck up or something so he can tattletale on me to my mom next time we have a ‘family’ meal. 

“How’s my favorite girl?” Soobin’s voice made its presence known as he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you into a hug. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso, and you stay that way for a few minutes. 

“Ah- y/n! Before I forget! Remember how you were looking for that limited edition version of that manga we both loved?!” He asks as you pull away from the hug. You, of course, nod quickly.

The two of you have a lot of similarities, and your love for mangas and graphic novels was one of them. 

In a swift motion, he then pulls out something from his bag. And lo and behold, in its pristine condition, was the same novel you've been searching high and low for. 

“WHAT! NO WAY!!!” You shout over the music, enough to draw attention from the people around you. You envelop him in another excited hug out of gratitude. “I can’t believe you found it?! How did you do it? I had my mom’s assistant look all over for it. Even my grandparents’ staff were searching for it.” 

“Ah well, I have my connections. You’re not the only one, y/n.” Soobin winks as soon as you pull away to take the manga and read through the back cover. 

The rest of the night was spent with Soobin and a few more soju bottles. And by the end of the night, you were feeling the ugly effects of alcohol. 

Cuddled up with him on one side of the couch, with the two of you talking about all the animes you’ve watched the past week. It was pretty fun to have someone with whom you could nerd out, especially in a group of socialites such as the one you both have. 

“Ah, you’re remarkable. I can’t believe you like the same things I do.” He said, pinching your nose which causes you to scrunch it upwards. 

“y/n...?” He suddenly grows quiet after a few moments of just staring at each other. 

“H-huh?” You ask, your forehead creasing in curiosity. Unfortunately, right on time, your vision starts to blur, and the dimmed-out lights in the living room turned party area wasn’t helping. “W-what is it?” 

“C-can I k-kiss-- Y-yah.. y/n?! Hey! You ok?!”

That was pretty much the last thing you hear before passing out. 

And that was it, your dear old friend alcohol got the better of you, knocking you out on his lap. 

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“Yeonjun, I don’t understand, you know I can bring her home safely.” 

Was I dreaming? 

“I know, but I promised her mom I’d take care of her, and that’s what I’ll do so hand her over.” His voice didn’t falter, standing firm to the promise he made to your mom.

W-wait.. I can’t see anything.. I can’t open my eyes. I’m still dizzy,  I can only hear faintly.. Ah, what is happening to me?!.. 

“Pff, alright, fine Jjunie.. But you better not try any funny business.” 

You could feel another pair of strong arms underneath you, cradling you as you shifted. The air is crisp and cold as it brushes through your legs. You were outside.

“Babe! Where are you going?! You can let Soobin handle her and the party’s not over yet.” 

That was Chaewon’s voice..

“I have to go Chae, I’ll bring her home first and make sure she’s settled. I’ll see you tomorrow in school hmm?” 

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You wake up to music, a hummed lullaby of sorts. It was soothing and pleasant to hear. You can feel the soft mattress under your tired body. With how familiar it all felt, you could tell you were in your bed.

Apart from that, you can feel someone stroking your hair. 

Your eyelids felt so heavy as you open them, curious to see who it was. But you could barely see, vision still blurry no thanks to the after-effects of alcohol.

Add that, and the fact that it was rather pitch dark around your room- signaling that all the lights were off.

Someone was in your room, that you knew. Because you can hear him and his melodic humming, and whoever it was- he was unmistakably sitting at the edge of your bed next to you. 

“O-ow..” You croak out, feeling the throbbing in your head.  Pressing the palm of your hand against your forehead almost immediately, the melodic, soft voice cuts as you note the mattress' weight shift when the person beside you leans in to check on you.

“y/n, don't get up, just get some rest…” That voice, you know who it belongs to, but it took you a while to process it. 

Yeonjun’s voice? 

Even though you wanted so badly to keep your eyes open and verify if your guess was correct, you've had way too much to drink to keep up.

You couldn’t believe it though. How can someone so rugged and nonchalant about things have such a sweet voice? Plus, the mere idea that he’s here to make sure you're okay- that definitely does not seem like something he’d do. 

Or have you had a skewed vision of him this whole time?

Soon after, You feel his lips against your forehead. His soft buds leave a small peck and a tingling sensation on your skin, and you swore your cheeks felt a lot more heated than it was before.

At that point, you weren't sure if it was all a dream. You feel your stomach churn. Was it butterflies? Nah, it must be the soju. You tell yourself.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.” And with that, you drift off into dreamland.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hello!! Can I request a Carmy X reader fic where either reader takes care of Carmy or vice versa where one of them has a bad day/ a panic attack or something? I have been having like high anxiety this week and need some comfort

Sorry this took a bit, my love. I know that anxiety can be a real bitch, so be as gentle with yourself as possible and know that you are so loved. Hope you're feeling better by now. 🤍✨

To hold you

You two learned to read one another quickly. Maybe it was because of your high levels of anxiety and the need to analyze everything but you had learned one another's patterns fast.

You were the one who shut off after a bad day. There was not a single trace of emotions. Just a static nothing. It didn't come from you trying to be a bitch. You just simply couldn't bring yourself to function. Words were too heavy. Actions were too demanding. Carmen would know. Know the moment you opened the door to your apartment that the day had bled you dry. That you are standing there by a sheer force of inertia. The moment you stop being the moment you crumble.

He walks up to you. Take a bag from your hands. Helping you out of your jacket. Kneeling before you to take off your shoes, "Hold onto my shoulder, love", he would mutter as he reaches for the shoe straps. Leaving a kiss or two on your knees. Then a big hug follows right after. It's Carmy's way of assessing how bad it truly is. If you just stand there without reaching for him, Carmen knows you need a bit of personal space. A long shower for instance. Before you are willing to let him in to comfort you. If you reach for him in any way he knows that all of the plans he had for the evening are on hold from this right moment. You need him the most and so he's not going anywhere.

You feel icky but don't feel like taking a bath. But that's not a problem. Carmen is undressing you slowly. Asking you if it's okay for him to take off every single article of clothing you wear. Then he runs you a warm bath. Doesn't know shit about essential oils so he trusts his chef's smell. Pouring different oils till the smell satisfies him. Dampening the cloth so he could wash you slowly.

"We made cream today. You know the one you like to dip fruits in?", Carmen says, hoping to get your mind to focus on something else, "Though I could make you creme brûlée got lavender as well". This was one of the sweet treats you enjoyed. Carmen made it quite often but when ingredients like lavender came to play it always meant that it had just a tag more love in it. You only hummed at his words.

"I'm tired", those were the first words you mattered to him. And Carmen knows what tired means. What that word holds. It may sound so simple. Something one might just sleep off but not this. Not when the light in your eyes is barely blazing.

"We'll dry you off. Get you seated in the living room", Carmen reaches for a towel, "Nibble on something, mhm? That canned soup you like while shit tonnes of cheese", he's trying to pull all the secret weapons out. All the little things that make you just a bit happier. He pulls his bug grey hoodie over your head, helping you step into one of his boxer shorts. Cupping your face, Carmen brings you closer to carefully pack your lips. It's both a little something for you so you would know that he is here but mostly it's his way of reassuring himself that you are here. That you haven't slipped past his fingers. That he got this. He will make you feel better.

The rest of the evening is just that. Your comfort show playing in the background. Empty soup bowls. Candles and fluffy blankets. Carmen's hand running up and down your bare back and thighs as you take spoons and feed Carmen spoons of that cream that he had made. It's quiet and calm. He's not making you talk but is open to listening to anything that you are willing to say. He's leaving soft kisses on your skin and whispering cute nothings into your ear. Letting you twirl his curls around your fingers until you eventually doze off.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#347

“Over here, pig.  You are a pretty little thing.  Come on over.  I want to inspect you.  You are shorter than I expected, but that’s even better.  Go on and take off your T-shirt.  Let me see those fag tits.  Ooh they are nice and soft.  Now your shorts….  We’ve been chatting on line for how long?  I made it fucking clear that I expect you to do exactly as I say.  Obedience, humiliation, degradation, were never up for debate.  You’ve begged me repeatedly to use you like the nasty fag cunt pig you are.  I need to see if you will deliver on your promises, I want you naked, out here in public, no undies, no shoes.  Hell, I don’t even want you to wear your watch or your glasses….

“…Now I want you to go into that men’s toilet over there.  Get in the most humiliating pose you can think of and wait.  Go….  Oh wait, get back here.  I forgot to do this.  Lean forward.  Even though I want you naked, we agreed you would wear this hood.  This should make it easier for you to be anonymous to the men who will fuck you tonight.  They will see you as an object to be used and tossed aside, not a person.  Don’t worry about your shit; I will gather up your clothing.  Now go….

…

“…Well look at you, on all fours pulling your cheeks apart showing off your cunt to any man who walks in.  Your nose in the floor drain is a nice touch. 

“Ok pig.  I got to take a wicked piss.  You will be the urinal.  Normally I would plant my piss in your stomach directly.  But seeing that the runoff will pass by your lips, you might as well start licking it up as it does.  Ahh, pretty sight.

“The rules for tonight are… I make them.  That’s it.  You are nothing but two holes and a lot of meat to abuse.  Both holes will take whatever I or any man shoves in there: cocks, fingers, fist, cigar ash, dildos, piss, spit, shit, dip, toes, boots, whatever.  Tonight could be a parade of dozens of men or it could just be me.  You’ll service all men….

“Lick up my piss.  Nasty hunh?  Cream of asparagus soup will do that.  You wanted it nasty.  Pig, this is only the beginning.

“One final thing.  You won’t see any of the men you serve.  This blindfold will be secured to your hood…. Like that.  It and your hood are now padlocked on.  Now your sole focus are your two holes and how to service the men who use them.  The hood is not going to come off until well into the morning.

“Feel that?  That’s my leak.  You got my juices slathering your hole.  That’s all you are going to get for lube.  It’s up to you to keep it leaking….  Fuck yeah, make that hole wink.  Oh fuck that’s hot.  I can’t take any more.  I need to cunt you….  Oh scream, get it out of your system.  A proper cunting needs to be brutal.  Oh fuck does that feel good.  Squeeze harder.  Oh yeah…. Bitch, impale yourself on my dick.  Oh yeah.  Oh fuck.  I’m getting close.  I’m getting close.

“You hear that?  That car door slam means one thing.  Your first anonymous cock to service.  I hear boots, loud boots….

“Well hello Officer.  I was expecting you to show up later on.  It’s fine.  This is the nasty fag cunt pig I sent you pics of last night.  It’s almost ready for you.  While I blindfolded and hooded it as you wanted, its hole is not loaded up yet.  I just set it here up for the evening….

“…Well faggot cunt pig, you have the eight-inch cock of one of the city’s finest men inches from your mouth.  He’s not going to talk here.  He doesn’t want you to later recognize his voice.  I’ll be issuing the orders. I’m still in control.

“Oh man!  Smell that?  I can all the way back here at your ass.  Oh faggot.  You can’t see it, I’ve never seen that amount of dick cheese.  Stick your tongue out.  Feel the weight of that massive head.  Run your tongue all around.  Clean it all off….  Ah, you don’t like that cop cock crud, hunh?  Don’t start heaving.  You start, you’ll want to vomit.  You puke, you lick it up off the floor.  And you better not get any puke on this man’s trousers.  Trust me, you don’t want us both pissed off at you.  Keep licking….  You’re disgusting. 

“Take his head in your mouth and slowly go down inch by inch, all the way to the root.  Show him what you can do with his massive cock.  I forwarded the video you sent me going down on that foot long dildo.  We all know take him to the root….  Dedicate your airway to him… to us.  You are here to serve.

“Pay no mind to what my dick slamming your hole.  Focus all your attention on the cock in your throat.  Fuck.  Keep going up and down on the root.  Fuck yeah faggot.  Your cunt is relaxing into a great fuck.  Oh man.  I don’t know how much longer I am going to last.

“Oh shit.  Faggot cunt pig, he just took out his cuffs.  Your night just got significantly more interesting.  Face to the floor!  In fact, start licking his boots.  Put your hands behind your back. 

“…Pig, you don’t know the situation you are in.  You are blindfolded, hooded, naked, covered in piss, and now cuffed in a public toilet.  A man you just met off the internet fucking your cunt while a cop old enough to be your father had you clean off his dick cheese.  Now he’s turning around.  Holy hell.  That is one hairy meaty ass.  Pig, too bad you can’t see this, but you are about to eat the asshole of a mountain of a man, well over six foot, over two fifty, with a meaty ass covered in hair.  His crack is filled with it.  You are one lucky pig to eat the ass of a real man.

“Here, I will guide your head….  Why are you pulling back?  So he’s not 100% clean.  That’s your issue, not ours.  In you go.  And I expect not only that crack to be clean but for you to stick your tongue deep into his ass.  You are a fucking pig; this is your job. 

“I love how I can feel you gagging by your cunt spasming around my cock.  Oh fuck.  I’m going to go for it.  Fuck yeah.  Oh my god.  Fuuuuuuck!...  God damned that was good.  That’s a three-day load in your cunt.  Clamp down.  Don’t fucking lose one drip.

“…Did you hear that pig?  The man said, ‘I’ll take it.’  You know what that means?  I’m done with you.  But he’s not.  He’s taking over here.  Looks like he’s going to be using my load as lube. 

“Officer, it is all yours.  I am out of here.  I’ll dispose of its clothes and shit in a dumpster far from here.  And just to be clear, I am now square with you?...  Good.  No more surprise visits?...  Fuck yeah.

“And nasty faggot cunt pig, I wish you the best with surviving this cop and his cock.  I would say ‘See you around the neighborhood,’ but we all know that will never ever happen.”

[phoenixyfriend]

rexsoka 41

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

ghost/living person au

This ask is from May 9, 2023, which is eleven months ago. I don't remember what I was planning for it, but here's what I did get done, which I've crossposted to AO3.

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Ahsoka has been doing ghost services for about five years.

It's is the term she usually goes for, at least. "Ghost hunting" sounds amateurish, and "spiritual worker" or "exorcist" tends to draw in the religious types. 

"Ghost services" still isn't great, but she's had more luck with it than others.

It's not bad work. She runs into some interesting people. She gets to call up her brothers pretty often, since the professional community isn't exactly huge. She can make her own schedule, mostly, and she gives her accountant migraines when tax season rolls around. Her job isn't the easiest to classify, as far as types of self-employment go. She thinks they're sticking with something like 'spiritual advisor' or whatever right now.

Ahsoka's not too concerned about it herself.

Coruscant is a big city, and an old one. That means there's a lot going on, as far as ghostly activities go, even if most have either settled into a pattern or long since moved on to greyer pastures.

Not all of them, of course.

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The military cemetery is very... perfunctory. The grass is not dry, nor is it cropped short by daily mowing. It isn't quite overgrown, but it's as often crabgrass as not; nobody minds, so long as it's not long enough to hide ticks.

The air is brisk and smells of sea salt, and the sky a patchy, pale grey. The stones are almost uniformly of white sandstone or granite, with only a rare few exceptions, and neatly laid out in as close to a grid as the low, rolling hills allow. Some of the graves are from centuries ago. Some are only a few months old.

Ahsoka isn't the only one that visits regularly, with a thermos of hot soup and a brown bag of whatever her eldest brother had dropped off as 'leftovers' in a misguided worry that she can't feed herself now that she's on her own.

(She's twenty-six. She is more than capable of cooking when she wants to. She is also not ashamed to take advantage of Obi-Wan's kindness.)

She makes her way to the bench, and settles herself and her bag. She spreads her lunch across her lap, uncaring of the chances that crumbs will land in the the dip of her skirts between her knees. They wash easy.

Only a few sips into her hot broth, and three bites into Obi-Wan's sandwich, a presence arrives.

Chilly in a way that reaches the bones better than it touches the skin, Rex places a hand onto her shoulder and leans over. "Thought you said you were going to be on a job?"

"Hello to you too, dear."

He laughs and steps through the bench to settle in beside her. He's mostly mastered the art of acting around objects as if they are real to him, and most people wouldn't even notice the bits of his pants fabric that are dipping into the bench instead of resting against it.

They'd notice that he's translucent and blue-ish and faintly glowing, but a girl can't win them all.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Everything feels so beautiful. 

Sometimes even feeling the sun on your skin after staying inside for too long feels like getting blessed. And meeting those beloved to you too.

Wc: 980

As soon as your eyes close and your head hits the pillow a small ray of sunlight tickles your sight. Looking for the source, expecting it to be an open window you are faced with the reddish tinted wood that exchanged places with the plain white walls of your bedroom. 

Looking around the old bed that squeaked with each movement was the almost totally new one that was identical to the one you used during your stays in sumeru, 

To confirm your suspicions you quickly open the wood framed windows, now looking at the multitude of people living their day to day life on the streets, the mother soothing her baby, the eremites patrolling and the small bakery that would humor your craving of your world's pastries, the owners being the nicest elderly couple and their daughter.

Breathing in the smell of cinnamon, cardamom and many sweet spices manage to peak your appetite, especially given that your dinner was an instant noodle soup and half a toast. Feeling the saliva pool behind your teeth at the thought of buttery and sweet pastries with a nice hot chocolate.

Quickly opening the door to the street you march outside, not caring that you were barefoot, even if sumeru was in the middle of a forest of sorts the worst thing would come out of it would be dirty feet but, if your memory doesn't fail you, there isn't any glass or metal shards to cut your feet with. If only your city's streets could be half as clean.

The warm air fans against your skin and white robe as you walk to the familiar bakery, by the sun and how little people were outside it must be past lunchtime. Hopefully there might still some candied nuts left from breakfast 

Rushing to the shop you speak with the employee, who seems stiff like a statue

" hello!~ Do you have any candied nuts left? The ones I always buy?-" as you keep talking the young girl didn't seen to know how to react

" i- uhm- yes-"

" Teka, why aren't you attending to the customer?" A masculine voice comes from behind, supposedly the kitchen " I'm sorry for my daughter, I don't know what got into her. What can I help yo-?" As he looks at your face he stays still for a second

" Hi, yes, I want two portions of candied nuts? I have been craving them for a while" silently nodding, the man goes inside the kitchen and five minutes later gives you a paper bag with some pieces of the desert " thanks! I left my wallet at home but please add this to my tab~ thanks!" 

Skipping down the roads to the port, the salty sea smell greeting you from your trip. The distant memories of the traveler and paimon catching and roasting fishes the first few weeks you arrived, the lantern rite and the stands of games and trinkets. Such nice memories

Sneaking under some roots and sitting down to hide in the shadow you dip your feet on the cool water and eating the warm nougat-like dessert sticking to your teeth. How kind of him, he must have made a batch just for you

Looking at the clouds lazily grouping and dissolving you feel your muscles loosen and you lean backwards, not caring to dirty the pristine white robe with dust or dirt

A heavy sigh leaves your chest, only one thought in your mind 'so I'm back'. It's a relief. The constant dread of not meeting them anymore no longer hanging on the back of your mind 

Feeling someone approaching you look at them, seeing nahida's surprised face and aether's gold eyes. Only a small smile forms on your mouth 

Aether is unsure of what to think, he should be happy that you finally appeared again, yet he can't help but shake the feeling that something is amiss

Looking over his shoulder to see you on the back of the boat as he and paimon go to Fontaine seeing you totally sprawled over the two seats sleeping with paimon cuddled up on your stomach. This certainly reminded him of the late night fishing sessions on Inazuma so he could get a polearm

" hey aether?" You mumble softly, fingers reaching for his braid and playing with the tip

" yes?"

" would you believe me if I said I returned to accompany you to Fontaine?"

He gulps, swallowing the tension forming on his throat " no. I wouldn't" he replies simply to which you only hum

A thick silence forms, each one of you focused on something different. Aether on getting there and you on the sway and bone chilling wind of the sea. 

Aether breathes in deeply before spewing something that he regrets saying as soon as he finished "I was scared you weren't going to return!"

 Paimon jumps on your stomach before being soothed to sleep and mumbling things about mora meat and chicken skewers. 

His cheeks redden, his heart anxiously beating " other than paimon you are one of the few true friends I made since losing…' aether can't bring himself to finish but you understand what he means

"I also missed it here… missed seeing such beautiful landscapes, missed chatting with such interesting people, missed spending time with such a cute traveler… I'm sorry. Really"

He stops the boat and turns to you, seriousness plastered on his face. He sticks out his pinky and looks expectantly at you

 " then make a promise with me. Promise to never disappear like that again" 

Giggling at how childish he can be you wrap your pinky around his, shaking your hands

 " I promise to never do that again " and aether smiles warmly before setting off again, even if it was only words and there is no way to confirm or make sure you stick to your words aether is content with just trusting your word

[littleplantfreak]

Mari! Hello love! Hope all is well for you ❤️ I’ve been in a sappy mood today lol. Can’t stop thinking about giving some of the WB boys some forehead kisses. And not just any forehead kiss. I’m talking about the ones where you’re just watching them do something so mundane, so simple, and this wave of absolute love and adoration washes over you. You can’t help it when you cup their face in your hands like they are your entire world as you give them a soft loving smooch. And when you meet their face again, there’s a flash of a particular vulnerability in their eyes as they stare at you with just as much love if not with a little surprise lol at your sudden affection, and all it does is make you squish them to your chest as you giggle like a love sick fool 😭

Emi!! Sometimes we notice the smallest things people do and we fall in love all over again, so I wrote about the little things! You always have the best ideas <3 I made them close but a little different too!

Under the cut because I made it a little too long

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, and Hiragi Toma (because I kept getting stuck writing the other two)

Like when Umemiya’s doing taxes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with the cutest pout on his face, glasses drooping on his nose while he’s chewing the pen in his hand to hell and back. The piece of scratch paper next to him has calculations and stray numbers, but also on the top is a heart with both of your initials in it. It’s been traced over a dozen times as if trying to procrastinate at the thought of you. Who can blame you if you give his stiff shoulders a rub and prompt him to look at you before giving him the sweetest forehead kiss? The look he gives you is lovesick and weary when you ask if he’ll come lay with you on the couch for a while. When you drag him over, making him rest his head on your chest, the kiss he places on your sternum gives you an intense bout of cuteness aggression, making you squeeze him tight.

You love sharing food with Hiragi. When you ask how his soup is, he picks up his spoon, dips it in, and blows three times to make sure it’s not too hot. You’ve said before that you have a cat’s tongue, but you didn’t expect him to do that considering he was eating it without blowing on it. When he holds the spoon close to your lips, you get that jumbled feeling in your chest that is near impossible to ignore. The burst of flavor from the bisque he's fed you only makes it worse as you swallow. The way he's looking at you, you can tell he's waiting for your reaction. "It's really good, 'Ragi," and you can't help but look at him for a second, taking in the worry lines he's got from years of stress that become smooth when he's with you and only you. "I think you have something on your face," you say gesturing for him to come closer. As he does, you grab his face and press kiss to the crown of his head, thumbing it in the end in case you did in fact get some soup on him. When you draw back a bit, he bumps your foreheads together looking at you as he's thinking about how lucky he is to have you. When he whispers a little 'I love you' it's got you wound up all over again laying even more kisses on his face before bringing him in your arms closer, and drawing him into a hug.

[fiftysevenacademics]

hiii I’m prompting for danmei fanfic nightclub:) could I please request some wangxian fluff?♡ whatever setting, modern, AU, canon, etc. I don’t mind!

Hello! Thank you for your request. I hope you like this.

Lan Wangji couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so awful. Every breath hurt and racked him with coughing. He felt unbearably hot, even though it was winter and his room was quite cold. His muscles ached too much to get out of bed for more than the most urgent necessities, and overall, he thought he might feel better if he were dead.

Wei Wuxian dabbed a wet cloth on his forehead. His presence was comforting, but frankly, even the slightest touch hurt and Lan Wangji just wanted to be left to suffer alone.

“I’ll go make you some soup,” Wei Wuxian said gently, kissing him on the forehead. Lan Wangji smiled, but grimaced inwardly.

Wei Wuxian returned with a steaming bowl that smelled interesting, for lack of a better word. All medicinal soups tasted awful, of course, but Wei Wuxian’s were next level. Lan Wangji had been laying with his eyes closed and elected not to open them when his husband returned, hoping to pass for a sleeping patient. The ruse did not work.

“Lan Zhan, I know you’re awake. Here, take some of this soup. You’ll feel better.”

A lesser man would have groaned but Lan Wangji simply sat up, took the bowl he was offered, and said, “Thank you, Wei Ying.” 

He lifted the spoon to his lips and was instantly struck by its bitterness and hot spice. He looked at Wei Wuxian, who regarded him expectantly, and swallowed the whole spoonful. He choked, coughed, sputtered, and cried as he struggled to get the liquid down, but he did in the end, and Wei Wuxian looked delighted.

Lan Wangji felt better immediately. He took another spoonful, and it didn’t seem as bad this time, because he hoped it would make Wei Wuxian even happier the second time around.

It did, so he lifted a third spoonful to his mouth. Wei Wuxian looked surprised, like he was considering something, but Lan Wangji swallowed the medicine before he made up his mind. Lan Wangji was about to say something complimentary about the decoction when Wei Wuxian interrupted, laughing. 

“Lan Zhan, I should tell you that I made up the recipe for this medicinal soup.”

“I know.”

Wei Wuxian looked surprised, but not upset, and continued.

“It’s OK if you don’t want to eat it. I can call a doctor to prescribe you proper medicine.”

Lan Wangji looked at him deliberately and dipped the spoon into the bowl a fourth time.

“You can do that if it makes you feel better,” he said. “But this is what gives me life”

[putschki1969]

2024/01/15 Blog post by Wakana 真奈ちゃんと最高の餃子を食べたお話〜一生餃子推し〜

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A Story About Eating The Best Gyoza With Mana-chan 〜Lifetime Gyoza Fans〜

I decided to really laze around during the New Year's holidays, I didn't do any of the strength training or cooking that I usually do, I didn't sing at all, I basically just slept and slept some more without thinking about anything else. Then, I gradually started forgetting what my life was like before so I got scared and immediately went back to my usual routine 😂 It's scary because if you don't set boundaries for yourself you can easily let yourself go forever! ! 😭

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

Generally, I enjoy singing all-year-round but after focusing hard on a concert, I like to take a break from singing for a while🧚‍♀️ It depends on the situation and my mood but those breaks could be a few days or even a month. If I don't do that, I feel like my perspective on many things will become too narrow...🥺 Lately, I've once again realised that it's important to create a sense of contrast and variety so I don't get stuck on something (^^)✨

Now! I would like to finally talk about my Gyoza Eating Journey that was featured in my latest newsletter. In Vol.#5 of my journey, I visited two amazing gyoza restaurants together with Mana Ogawa-chan🥟🥟＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Mana-chan is active as a singer, she also does stage work and participates in a project called Benesse Kodomo Challenge ♪(*´ω｀*) I can't believe she was still in elementary school when we first met...😱(I was already an adult at that point)

Mana-chan also loves gyoza! ️ We live by the motto “NO GYOZA, NO LIFE”!! ️ (no, okay, this is really just me who is saying this). Anyway, I have been wanting to do some sort of gyoza activity together with her for the longest time😆♡ Finally, that dream-like project came true!! ️ Thank you Mana-chan😍

I asked Mana-chan to make a suggestion on where we should go first. She requested a Chinese restaurant called "Rengetsu" that was introduced in my gyoza guide book! Since I had read a lot about it in the book, I was of course very interested. Furthermore, there was another restaurant mentioned in the guide book which happened to be near Mana-chan's recommended place so I really wanted to check that out too, it's called "Min Min"🥟That's pretty much how we ended up going to two restaurants! (^-^)

First of all, let me introduce "Min Min" in Akasaka! The vending machine outside was only selling food that I love 😳✨ The inside of the store was much more lively than I had imagined from the outside, and the tatami room seats made it feel a bit like an izakaya😆 We had an appetizer but I was so focused on the gyoza that I don't remember anything about it😂. The highlight was definitely the fried gyoza! ️🥟 They are as big as a steamed bun! And so chewy! ! Akasaka's "Min Min" is a direct descendant of the currently closed Shibuya's "Min Min Yan Rou Kan" which is said to be the origin place of fried gyoza in Japan. Apparently they make around 1,000 pieces a day😳 We had our order together with their famous "vinegar and pepper" dipping sauce which actually originated at this restaurant♡ The gyoza filling had plenty of chives which Mana-chan was a big fan of! All in all, they were really delicious 😍 Next up we had boiled gyoza! The soup is so flavourful that you'll want to eat it with some noodles! Honestly, it was so delicious that you will be left wanting more 😳✨ Lastly, we had miso gyoza which was actually my first time😳 They were so rich in taste...!! ︎ The bean paste which looks reminded me of mapo tofu was so smooth and rich that I really wanted to eat it with rice! Look at the face I am making, pure happiness...😂 Akasaka's "Min Min" was truly the best~😭💕 There were many other menu items but we didn't pay attention to anything other than the gyoza😂We left the restaurant having thoroughly enjoyed a nice variety of gyoza: Fried, boiled and miso🥟

Next, we went to the restaurant Mana-chan wanted to visit, “Rengetsu” in Aoyama!🥟 The noren at the entrance was so cute ♡ The gyoza on the fabric looks like flowers 🥟The inside of the restaurant is very compact with only one table and a counter. My manager had made reservations for me a month in advance so we were able to get in but it was fully booked😳 (By the way, Akasaka's "Min Min" was also fully booked! Seems like both restaurants are really popular😍) As appetizers we had Szechuan pickles and a "green chili pepper, cucumber, and coriander salad"! Both were spicy and Mana-chan struggled a bit with those since she has a low tolerance for spicy food...! First, we wanted to try "Rengetsu's" signature meal, the boiled gyoza with minced lamb! ! Oh, oh, it was so delicious...! ! ! ! ! This was the best boiled gyoza I've ever had! ! ! 😭✨The sauce was also great! Apparently, the owner of "Rengetsu" won the Chinese Cuisine World Championship back in 2012😳 The taste was worthy of a world champion for sure! ! Of course we had another plate of boiled gyoza and then we moved on to the much anticipated fried gyoza 🥟 This one was also delicious! ! ! ! 😭😭✨ The sauces were different for boiled gyoza and fried gyoza, both delicious of course! ! (I actually switched between the sauces). We ordered another place of this too...😍It felt like a true indulgence and we were eating as much as we wanted😂

This was my 5th time eating gyoza for the fan club magazine and I had a special guest join me for the first time, it was really delicious and fun, I want to do this again and again! ! 😂Mana-chan and I got to talk a lot, not only about gyoza but also about work. Thank you so much Mana-chan! ! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ (Mana-chan always has a cute smile on her face (*´ω｀*)💓)

There are still many restaurants I want to go to...My journey to eat gyoza will never end! ! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／♡ If you have any delicious restaurant recommendations, please let me know! ! ! Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

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2024/01/20 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第5回目！〜その２〜

Talk Garden Vol. 5！〜Part 2〜

It's part of my daily routine to keep an eye on the plants in my house, but when my heart gets distracted by other things, I end up not being able to keep an eye on all of my plant babies so they will often end up running out of water. The frequency of watering varies from one plant to another, so it is essential to watch each of them very closely for sign of dehydration. (Sometimes I'll just lift the pot to determine how much water is left in it. By now I have a pretty decent understanding of how much water my plants need based on their weight!) For my bigger plants, I am using a moisture meter (I became a big fan after receiving one at a plant shop I visited a while back), so when the meter turns white, it's a signal to water my plant. I also want to keep track of the times when I water my plants throughout the year so I always write it down on my calendar. It's been dry lately, even my giant plants like Schefflera and Everfresh have been having a hard time😳 When I'm home all day and can take a close look at the plants, I try to take them for a walk around the room. Basically, I just move them around, following the sunlight🚶♪ Recently, I have also tried having my children stay in another room with considerably more sunlight, I pretty much send them abroad to learn and grow. However, studying abroad is a bit of a gamble for both humans and plants, there's always a risk that you don't like the place you're going so instead of growing stronger, the experience will end up weakening you. Not every place is a perfect match for every individual, for some it works, for others it doesn't...😭

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

As usual, my Queen of the Night is holding a bud festival but she really does it at her own pace...😳 There are a lot of buds but they don't grow at all 😂 The thing is, she will suddenly start blooming out of nowhere so you really need to keep an eye on her!! Sometimes buds are blooming and I don't even notice🤣

On a different note, Part 2 of "Wakana's Talk Garden Vol. #5" has just been uploaded. In this episode we are talking about our "Resolutions for 2024"! ! I received a lot of your passionate goals and things you want to do this year!＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Thank you 😊♡

I also decided to add a new corner to the podcast (the topic might change on a whim) *laughs* Here are some photos of the things I talked about in that corner! First we have a dried persimmon! (If you know of any delicious ways to eat it, please let me know!) And then we have a very old tablet. (I can't even read a book without the screen freezing every few pages)

2024 will be the 5th anniversary of my solo debut. I'm planning to sing a lot for you this year, so please wait until I can make some announcements 😆 In my Talk Garden podcast, I was asked the question, ``How do you get through difficult times?'' The truth is, I have had so many people help me. I am who I am today because of my family, all the people who have been by my side, and everyone who has supported me😊 I am once again reminded of my privilege and am filled with gratitude. Thank you so much everyone✨I will continue to try my best so that my music can reach all of you who have always been by my side♪

To begin with, please look forward to the live performance “Wakana 5th Anniversary “Prologue” ~Premium Online Live~” held on February 6th, this event will officially kickoff my 5th Anniversary celebrations🤗I will be accompanied by Saku-chan on piano 🎹♪ See you online on February 6th! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Until next time~☆( *'▽’*)/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #5 Part 2

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Vol 5 Topic “Resolutions for 2024”

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on February 10th, the topic is “Memories of Valentine’s Day.” The submission deadline is 01/31.

[the-blathermouth]

Pizzelle: can I help the next guest please? Uhh hello sir welcome to Pizzelle's Pastries, what can I get for you?

Pizzano: YEAH CAN YOU GET ME A FUCKING UHHHH....UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PIZZA?!

*The noise and Noisette burst out laughing*

Pizzelle: sir we don't sell pizzas here.

Pizzano:.....WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T SELL-

Pizzelle: we-we sell cannolis and confectionaries-

Noisette: AW MY CARDIAC ARREST!

Pizzano:....YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT A CANNOLI IS?!

*more laughter from The noise and Noisette*

Pizzano: JUST GIVE ME A PIZZA EXTRA CHEESE!

Pizzelle: no we don't have pizza extra cheese, we have canno-

Pizzano: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I NEED THIS!

Pizzelle: no! Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave!

*peppino walks in*

Pizzano: WHY ARE YOU SUPPRESSING FOOD FROM THE PUBLIC!

*more laughter from The noise and Noisette*

Pizzelle: NO! SIR WE SELL FRESH PASTRIES-

Peppino: what in the hell did I walk into?

Noisette: I'm crying!

Pizzelle: You want pastries and tea?! Something that's actually on the menu!?

Noisette: I'm crying!

Peppino: what happened!? Hold on!

Pizzelle: can I interest you in a Maritozzi?

Pizzano:.....YEAH I'LL HAVE A PIZZA EXTRA DIP!

Pizzelle: sir this is a sweetstaurant not a pizzaria-

Pizzano: PLEASE THEY'LL TAKE MY DAUGHTER IF I DON'T GIVE THEM THE-

Peppino: Noise who the hell is-a this and why is he-a me but a menace to society?!

The noise: Oooh I don't know but I'm lovin every second of-

Pizzelle: SIR! YOUR AT THE WRONG STORE! YOU WANT A PIZZARIA NOT A SWEETSTAURANT!

The noise: why are you buying clothes at the soup store?!

Pizzano to dead air: HELLO?!......I'D LIKE A PIZZA!

Peppino: oh gooooood!

Pizzelle: WE SELL PASTRIES AND CONFECTIONARIES HERE, JESUS CHRIST!

Pizzano:....YEAH I'LL TAKE A FUCKING UHHHH....

Pizzelle: Ok that's it! Hold on I'm getting the frickin manager!

Noisette: Pizzy you are the manager

Pizzelle: aw jeez your right...

Pizzano: C O M P O U N D !

*Even more laughter from The noise and Noisette*

Pizzelle:....WHAT?!

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Follows from @angst-after-dark's piece here

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There's a little coffeeshop down the road from the soup kitchen, and Jameson makes his way there, clutching a handful of dollars that Taron's friend had slipped him when he told her to fuck off and stop trying to make conversation. Then he'd apologized for telling her to fuck off. Then she'd given him the money.

He curls up on a couch in the corner. It's a million years old and sagging in the middle, but soft, and he can sit here sipping coffee until they ask him to leave. Dark clouds gather overhead, promising rain. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, as low as Robert's voice rumbling when he ordered Jameson out of the cage.

He misses Nanda's deeper growl, the purr always at the edge of every order given. Men always talk to him like that, low and deep. There are so many flavors of deep voices, so many different tastes on his tongue.

The thunder comes again, louder this time.

"Oh, Elsie'll be scared as shit," He mutters. Taron's goat - or, well, Zizi's really - didn't like loud deep noises like that. She'll be hiding in the barn behind haybales or something. Taron'll have to hunt around for her.

Well. Not his problem anymore. He'd seen the look on Taron's face after he hurt him, heard the get out of here that the man never said.

Jameson looks down, taking another sip. The coffee is good but it just makes the way his chest twists in hurt and... and guilt, cut a little deeper. He had known sooner or later that Taron would get sick of him. It was just a matter of time..

But he still feels like shit about it.

The little bell over the door rings as people come inside, probably just wanting out of the rain that had started to fall, droplets tap-tap-tapping. Jameson closes his eyes, fighting the saltwater heat stinging there. He doesn't cry anymore. Robert took every year he had left. He won't cry again.

He was stupid to think his broken brain was worth fighting for. His broken body, scarred and in pain all the time. The legs that some days don't work, and he has to pretend he doesn't want to do chores so he doesn't have to admit that he does want to help, but his knees won't straighten out without agony, his legs won't hold his weight. He was stupid to think some guy would want to deal with his nightmares and how sometimes he tastes the voices of people who have died, how nightmares wake him up screaming.

With all his scars and his fucked up bald patches, he isn't even pretty enough to earn it by opening his legs. Nobody wants a scarred slut.

Especially not one who pulls a knife when you're just trying to help him, the fucking moron.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stupid-

He jams the palm of his hand against his eyelids, fighting the way his throat closes up, how badly he wants to cry. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

The couch dips as someone sits down next to him, and he turns to snarl fuck off, can't you see I'm a fucking danger to you only to have the words die in his throat, the taste of them turn to nothing on his tongue.

Zizi, head tipped to one side, waggles her fingers in a wave. "Hello."

Jameson blinks.

Then he looks away, and-

Taron, lurking with hands in his pockets. Long sleeves cover the bandage Jameson knows is there on his arm. He looks as bad as Jameson probably does, the exhaustion written in his face and frame.

"What-..." He has to clear his throat, rubbing aggressively at tear tracks to pretend they never existed. He looks from one of them to the other. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Zizi is the one who answers. Her voice pops on his tongue, like always. If she ever kissed him he might melt into the floor. "We came here for you, Jameson."

"... Why?" His eyes go to Taron. The cold anger of this morning isn't there, not even when Jameson searches for it, for even a hint. He just looks tired, and... relieved. "I fucking cut your arm. You could have bled-"

"Gave myself stitches." Taron shrugs, as if discussing taking a short walk on a sunny day. "Done it before. Not such a deep cut."

"I'm..." He didn't know what to say. He had been thinking about leaving an apology note at the restaurant, taping it to the door and then disappearing again. Easier for them. Easier to understand that he knows he isn't wanted anymore.

Except-

They're both here.

"I'm not safe," He finally says, rasping, just above a whisper. "I have nightmares-... all the time."

Zizi puts a hand on Jameson's shoulder, thumb rubbing a little there, soothing. How she does this - touches without intent or coercion, only affection - is a revelation for Jameson. He can't remember anyone before the two of them who could touch him without demanding something in return.

Taron, where he stands, only nods.

"I wake up and I-I don't know where I am. I could... do anything. Hurt anybody. I hurt you. I don't want to-... But I don't know. I only see..." He trails off. "I only see Robert. Or Brute."

The two of them share a look, but Jameson doesn't see it. He's staring down at his coffee again. Outside, thunder cracks and the lights in the coffeeshop flicker. Someone laughs nervously across the room, acidic like orange juice.

"People who hurt you," Zizi says, voice low and soft. She moves close to him and something in Jameson's iron isolation cracks. He leans against her, lets his head rest on her shoulder.

"People who fucked me up," He agrees, eyes closed. "Better I stay off by myself, anyway. It could happen again. I could hurt someone again-... I don't-... I don't want to hurt someone again... But I wake up and I see him, and I know if I don't fight this time... it doesn't fucking matter. I hurt you, and you, you did the right fucking thing, telling me to go. I won't bug you anymore. I'll fuck off, and you don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Oh, honey," Zizi murmurs. Her arms go around him.

There's a silence.

Then, Taron says in his own soft, deep voice, "I didn't tell you to go, kid."

"... What?"

"Didn't... Didn't want you to go."

[ravenlking]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄!" when you're the ultimate hashtag power couple

gender-neutral (babe is just a title!) warnings: reader is implied to be a heartslabyul member with magic genre: fluff a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

At first, Cater is really hesitant. He has had his fair share of back-stabbing friends, only using him for fame and fortune. In the early parts of your relationship, he constantly puts on a smile and only shows you the common parts of him everyone knows (obsessed with Magicam, hates sugars, etc). His mind constantly reminds him that if he isn't happy, you're going to leave him. Simple as that. If he didn't, you're going to find him boring, disgusting, unworthy-

The longer the relationship goes on, he starts to realize that maybe you aren't just using him, maybe you actually like him for who he is. He is torn between two options: reveal or no? Fortunately, you do it for him.

"Hey Cater?"

The orange-head senior groaned, throwing his head back onto the sweaty pillow. The bright lights hung above his head hurt, as if someone took a train and rammed it into him. His whole body is sore and he hated the feeling. If possible, he'll like to skip to the 'being-alright' stage. Of all days to get sick, he had to get sick on your date together and he was looking forward to it so much!

"Mhmm?" He murmured in reply.

"Babe, where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."

It was none other than his loving significant other, you. You were so kind, so caring, that Cater had a hard time figuring out if your relationship was genuine or only for the fame and glory. The concerned tone in your voice still made his heart flutter.

"I'm...okay," He rasped out, coughing immediately afterwards.

"Cater? Cater, I'm coming in!"

"Wait no-"

It was too late, you had already opened the door, tray in hand with the spicy yet sour aroma of the soup flooding Cater's senses. A pitying look was in your eyes as you approached Cater.

"You probably don't want to be here," He laughed depressingly, looking away. "You probably want to be somewhere else having the best time of your life and not with my stinky, disgusting, sweaty body-"

You shook your head before taking the soup. You spooned it into his mouth, cooing at him. "Darling, I'm here because I love you. I genuinely want you to feel better so we can both have the best time of our lives. So let me care for you okay?"

I love you.

Cater froze at your sincere proclaimation, unconsciously opening his mouth and gulping down your soup. He was still frozen upon the fact that you deeply truly loved him.

"O-Okay," He coughed in the middle of his sentence, grinning weakly at you. "Love you too babe."

After that incident, your relationship became even closer and tighter; Cater loves the way you can see through his facade and all.

Soon enough, his followers are practically flooded with posts of you two. Everything from him grabbing you into a selfie to posting about your latest dish/artwork/anything with captions of 'Look how proud I am of him/her/them! Definitely lucked out to have him/her/them!'

His entire page will be of you two, I'm not kidding. It's no longer just about NRC, it's your life together at NRC. Together battling ghosts (or trying to propose to Eliza) during the Ghost Marriage event or rocking out in Pop Music Club, he posts it all.

He definitely has tons of Magicam stories or videos of answering things together.

"Hello everyone!" Cater waves excitedly, hands tangled with yours as he looks at the camera. "So I know you all have TONS of questions for us, so here we are! This is Y/N and Cater Q/A session!"

He presses a kiss to your hand, winking at you before gesturing for you to start. You dip your hand in the bowl, shuffling the papers before drawing one out.

"Favorite body part?" You read out before humming. "Not bad. I would have to say...Cater's eyes."

He gasped. "Really? I was about to say the same too!"

"Mhmm," You gaze into them, grinning. "I mean, what is there to not like? They are a beautiful shade of matcha green, similar to prized emeralds-"

"Babe, please!" He spluttered, blushing bright red. "You're sweeter than Trey's tarts!"

"Next one," You do it again before reading it aloud. "Favorite position? Oh, this is accompanied by a winky face."

Cater gasps dramatically before staring at the camera, aghast. "Guys!"

Cater will definitely do couple trends with you before posting it on his Magicam. Okay, so maybe his entire 'like' page is filled with couple trends and cute relationship things to do together but don't judge! He just wants to show (and maybe boast) about his amazing significant other!

Some of his favorite couple trends are:

Wallpaper Hearts! (Cater immediately dragged you into doing this, and grinned brighter than the sun when you say yes. The wallpaper has been on his phone since the beginning of your relationship and it doesn't look like coming down any time soon)

Dandelion by Ruth B Dancing! (Cater begged Vil to help out with the dancing so he could catch you off-guard and elegantly 'woo' you with his waltz. However, you surprised him by taking the male lead, ending by dipping the orange head and kissing him on the lips before winking at the camera)

Snowman by Sia Dancing! (Cater took one look at the snow-covered NRC before bundling you up in winter clothes. You look so sleepy with your messy bed hair and you periodically rubbing your eyes, yet you're the most gorgeous thing in Cater. Despite how impromptu everything is, you had on a giant grin the entire time)

Pick-Up lines are a must. He finds those cliche ones and tries them out on you, letting you rate them. If they are below a five, Cater will fall to the floor dramatically. If they are five and above, Cater will peppering your face with kisses, laughing in triumph before telling you another one. Most of them time, they are rated the latter so you can get kisses from your babe.

Cuddles are another foundation of your relationship. Cater just loves those little moments when you two are alone in his room, ranting to you about your day as you spoon him, gently brushing his hair. Most of the time, this is where the Heartslabyul gang find you two, sound asleep with lovesick smiles on your faces.

Cater loves back-hugging you. If you're taller than him, he likes to bury his face into your back, nuzzling it and rubbing it like a newborn kitten. If you're shorter, you can expect him to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your collarbone. He doesn't care if Riddle is close to beheading him or how much gagging noises Ace & Deuce make, it wants the world to know that he has you, his babe, his darling, his sweetheart, his everything (He already saved a couple of proposing ideas in his 'like' page and a beautiful ring underneath his bed says nothing different.)

[pynkhues]

hello!! for the mini fic asks I would like to request D) subtle kindnesses, Roy siblings (any dynamic of your choosing!) <3

Hello! LOOK, this is neither a mini fic, nor probably what you wanted, haha, but I hope you like it regardless. <3

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“Can I take your bag, sir?”

It takes Connor a minute to place the voice, to find the source among the crowd of staff lurking inside the doorway and briefly, he wonders if he’s come in the servants’ entrance, which - - jeez, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Worse than the time he used the dessert spoon instead of the soup spoon at the Carnegie Weill Gala, or maybe not, given at least the only witnesses here would be the help, but then he casts his gaze up to the oakwood staircase, the gold-dipped chandelier, the ornately framed portrait of Caroline’s grandfather, and - -

Yeah.

Okay.

Not the servants’ entrance.

He hasn’t spent that much time at this particular house – one of the older Collingwood estates, and well out of London, located low on the rolling Cornish Coast – and honestly, he’d spent his last stay here drunk enough on the wine Caroline’s brother had brought up from Veneto that he’s not sure he remembers much beyond the bathroom anyway.

The thought makes Connor pick his duffel up off the floor, take a breath, inhaling the pungent smell of camphorwood and a log fire, somewhere in a room nearby, and, weirdly enough, the slightly saccharine scent of vanilla. 

“All good, señor, I’m gonna keep this one on me,” Connor says, stepping out of the way as one of the staff scrubbing at the floor inches closer to his shoes. “Trust me, I know how good the little hands in this house are at getting into things they shouldn’t.”

The butler gives him a strained smile at that, and Connor can’t help but laugh, even as two of the maids flutter past, one carrying a fax machine, the other rolls of paper, which feels - - positive? Maybe? He watches them disappear down the passage, chest oddly tight, and clears his throat, glances up, around, at the high arched ceiling, across the staircase, searching for anyone who isn’t getting a paycheck. Finally, he figures he just may as well ask it.

“Uh, is my dad - - ”

“Connor! You’ve made it!”

It’s Caroline’s voice, bright and loud, that bounces around the foyer, and Connor barely gets a glimpse of dark hair and narrow shoulders, a black draped gown like a Dickensian widow’s, before his throat dries and he bows his head like he did as a boy in Caroline’s ever simmering presence. He adjusts his bag strap, huffs a little at himself, reminds himself he’s not fifteen anymore, before forcing himself to look up as Caroline materialises at his side in a puff of tobacco and cinnamon-infused perfume.

She offers her cheek, and without a thought, he leans in to kiss it.

“Long flight, I imagine,” she says. “Do you want a drink?”

Connor blinks in surprise, glancing sideways at the grandfather clock down the hall, barely having struck midday, and says:

“Isn’t it a little early?”

“Surely you’re still on American time,” she grins, waspish, tilting her head as she steps over one of the floor cleaners and starts down the hall, as clear an instruction as any to follow her. “And a good host couldn’t let you drink alone.”

Stay Soft, Get Eaten 5k words. Succession gen fic. Set in 1987.

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[scenetocause]

struck by the need to know what 3 delicious meals user scenetocause is thinking about in intense detail this week

hello anon, i will try to do this without critically doxxing myself

in a sense i am constantly thinking about aubergine (eggplant? fucking stupid name it do not be looking like an egg even the pale ones) curry. it's so good but takes just that slight too much effort to make just for myself and i'm not kind enough to myself to bother. much loved flatmate isn't very moved by vegetarian food but i sometimes convince him to eat it if i add some slow cooked lamb which tbf does fuckin bang. u kno if you remove the connective tissue halfway through cooking a lamb shoulder you can grill it and make like lamb crackling? very good. actually tbf i do just like lamb. with pomegranate and coriander and mint and perhaps a bit of feta and silky dips and a fresh bread out of a stone oven and all spiced with panch puran to cook and then sour chilli paste to eat with it. pickled chillis. mmm. i didn't used to eat meat but have recently sort of started again for various reasons and one of the ways i feel like you can really respect a meat is slow cooking the shit out of it and then putting it in with some delicious spiced aubergines until everything falls apart.

i am also a big fan of and look, you can't come for me about this, i'm right and i know it, instant mashed potato. some of this is being an elderly millennial but some of the rest of it is that it just fucking slaps. you're telling me i can have mashed potato, perhaps cheesy, buttery mashed potato, in less than two minutes depending on how long the kettle is taking to boil? perfection, don't even question it. if you first make the instant mashed potato then the kettle will have cooled down enough to make the instant gravy. i fucking love to make elaborate and well spiced and complex dishes from civilised countries but i can't overlook that the uk got this one right. add sausages and peas. mustard. hot pepper sauce if you're so inclined (i am) i once actually left a social event so i could go home and eat instant mash because i'd started thinking about it and that was it, no small talk was gonna do after that is it. treat yourself better, get instant mash.

i am struggling to pick a third because there is so much food i think about. i have eaten some spectacular sandwiches in my life. some salads that i think about to this day. one time i had milk gnocchi in turin and it haunts me about how good it was despite "milk gnocchi" sounding like exactly the sort of thing i don't like. i love gazpacho. i love noodle soups. i love breakfast mcmuffins. i actually have quite a horrible relationship to food currently because of the horrors but god i love so much of it. pickled chillis. just thinking about them makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up with pure love. sometimes i spend like 20 minutes thinking about maghmour. the only thing i'm not that arsed about is pasta, which i know is a controversial take but it's just not all that for me, despite my love of noodles and dumplings. actually tbf i also don't like a lot of stodge and european/north american fried stuff is also mediocre unless it's fresh fries that are hotter than the sun and burn your mouth and they're so crispy and salty and there is good mayonnaise (bad mayonnaise dni) then it is perfect. bread and hummus and honey and olives. plov. secret and environmentally bad joy tuna and swordfish and oh fuck i love mussels and shrimp. salted caramel twix. mmm.

[strawberrystepmom]

hi kendy today I made red lentil soup and thought of that one recipe you shared with us, I still have it saved somewhere and I'm planning to give it a go in the winter! what are your top homemade comfort dishes? <3

hello my sweetie pie!!!!!! that sounds amazing ngl to you im a soup in the summer girlie so anytime someone is like i had soup im like welp guess i need to go make some too fkdkdkdndn

hmmmm for summer comfort dishes i kind of get particular about using fresh ingredients bc I always have so many of them lol like my neighbor brought me more tomatoes today and another dear family friend gave me a ton of zucchini. i digress (kind of bc this relates to my next point)

a few of my favorite things to make and i def consider them comfort foods are zucchini corn fritters usually served with some kind of dipping sauce sometimes homemade ranch sometimes something herby if i have extra herbs. you grate a couple zucchini and squeeze out most of the moisture in a cloth or paper towel and then use the kernels cut off of 1-2 ears of corn (I recommend fresh if u can get it if not defrosted frozen is fine), and grated onion mixed with flour, milk, one egg, and a tiny bit of baking powder and seasoned to taste. you can add cheese but I usually leave it out even for being a certified usamerican cheese loving girl. so at this point you’ll have a pretty thin batter and that’s fine you can make it as thin or thick as u want by adding milk and then you just shallow fry them. so good and weirdly not heavy!!!!!

another one i eat almost daily during the summer is pan con tomate bc I have so many fucking tomatoes. grate a tomato, paying careful attention to your fingers bc graters love to bite they get hungry too. you’ll be left with gelatinous goo which is what you want. take a slice of thick, good bread and i am insistent upon it being pan toasted in olive oil although a toaster will work it doesn’t have the same richness that you’d get from frying bread in oil. cut a clove of garlic in half and rub the cut side all over both sides of the warm bread. top with your tomato goo, spreading it across the bread like gorgeous jam. top with sea salt, flaky salt, salt whatever u have just salt it a bit and enjoy.

also cooking with fruits and vegetables together is always a summer slay to me. i may lose some people here but a few weeks ago i made a balsamic peach feta puffed pastry thing and it was really good. used prepackaged puff pastry, simmered down some red onion and peach and and a good splash of balsamic vinegar and garlic with some thyme and rosemary until it became jammy and really beautiful this took like 30 mins on medium low. smeared that on the pastry, topped it with a generous sprinkling of feta and baked it per package instructions and it was delightful. very light!