#Da Water Store

[gyuwoncheol]

Room Service

↳ A part 2 to 15 Minutes

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, dom!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: The only thing hornier than pre-concert Cheol is post-concert Cheol. Lucky for you, you’re the only one in the world with an all-access VIP ticket to this immersive experience.

Warnings: Porn with plot, Concert!Cheol, dom!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding kink, big dick!Cheol, pussy drunk!Cheol, cock hungry!reader, so. many. orgasms., quickie sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), lots of making out, creampieS, slightly public sex, dick riding, manhandling, pussy slapping (like once), use of color system, overstimulation, body worship, breast/nipple play, hair pulling, spitting, crying during and after sex (but it’s not a kink), dirty talk, use of pet names (my love, baby, princess, baby girl, angel), fluff at the end. Please let me know if i missed something, i can’t remember all the filth. Not thoroughly proofread.

WC: 4.1k

Author's Note: Did I get carried away? Hell yes. is this the filthiest thing I’ve ever written? Could be. Except the other wip I have also for Seungcheol might just beat it. Thank you so much again for the love on 15 Minutes. I hope this 2nd part lives up to it.

Author's 2nd Note: For new readers, you don’t have to read 15 Minutes as this can stand on its own, but it would make more sense if you did read it.

“My good girl.” 

Seungcheol chuckled as he plunged deep into your cunt, his cock pushing through your mixed cum that you so diligently kept in as instructed, “so good at following instructions huh?” 

“Fuck baby, you’re so messy” Cheol cursed, mouth watering at the sight of your stored cum slowly dripping out of your hole as he dragged out his entire length until only the tip was in. You groaned when you felt globs of it trickle down your thigh, your husband’s large hand slowly pushing you down against the back of the couch. You felt him engulf you, his chest against your back, hot breath on your ears, “cat got your tongue, babe?” The man teased just as he thrusted his length back into you, causing more cum to overflow from your hole.

It had only been roughly 30 minutes since the concert finally ended, the boys doing all the post show rituals from changing clothes to shooting backstage content, and as soon as that was over, Seungcheol had all but dragged you to another dressing room, not even saying anything as he unzipped your jeans and dragged your very soiled panties down. Not that you were surprised though, post-concert was always when Cheol was the horniest, with all that adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

You could feel the prominent vein on his cock drag through your walls deliciously as he alternated between slow and fast thrusts, an arm snaked around your torso while hot phrases flew from his mouth.

“Fuck, pussy so tight.” 

“All mine.” 

“I’ll give you all my babies.” 

“Gon’ pump you full.” 

“My good girl so desperate for cum.” 

“Cheol!” You screeched in between moans when you felt him hit that sensitive spot particularly rough.

“Did you watch me tonight, baby? Why weren’t you in the stands?” He asked suddenly, as if he wasn’t still railing you from behind.

“C-couldn’t g-go” you squeaked, willing yourself to form words when all you really wanted to do was whimper in pleasure, “had to… be— behave… fuck!” 

“Behave?” Cheol clarified even though he sensed where this was going. In all the times they rushed backstage in between sets, not once had you moved from your spot, sitting cross legged on top of the large black trunk cases situated right in front of the screen which broadcasted the events on stage.  “Words, baby” he said sweetly yet firmly when he saw you nod eagerly.

“Yes! Behave. Had t-to… k-keep.. shiiiiit,” you groaned, your elbows harshly rubbing on the leather material of the couch after another rough entry of Cheol’s cock, “keep da-daddy’s… cum… in me.” You finished off your defense and you could already see your husband’s smirk without even really looking at him.

“Aren’t. You. Such. An. Angel.” Seungcheol punctuated each word with a deep harsh thrust.

“And all yours.” You punctuated as you looked back at him, both your eyes glazing in lust. The loud sound of skin slapping skin and your pussy squelching at every thrust was unmistakable, the room smelled of sex. The group’s leader was sweating even more than he did when he got off stage, his warmth radiating onto your body as he kept you impossibly close to him, jackhammering his cock in your cunt. 

“Shit shit shit shit..” you cried out loud when his other hand suddenly rubbed fast circles on your clit.

“FUCK!” Seungcheol growled at your release, your pussy clamping down on him so tightly that it triggered his own. He stilled within you in an instant, bodies folded in half against the leather couch, your husband continuously muttering incoherent words as the feeling of your fluttering walls drove him to another level of cloud 9. 

“Yah! You two better eat already if you’re really planning to go all night” Seungkwan scolded in his best mom voice when the both of you entered the buffet area hand in hand.

You hid your face on Cheol’s shoulders, suddenly very aware of all 12 boys looking your way. They were very much aware of what you two had been doing and why you were doing it. In spite of the never ending teasing and playful disgusted looks they give their leader, the members had all told you they were excited for Cheol to become a dad mostly because it meant he’d get off their asses. 

“We’re actually going ahead. We’ll take a different car.” Your husband announced, a gentle squeeze to your hand when some of the boys howled at the implication of both of you going back to the hotel first.

“Really not wasting any time huh?” Soonyoung smirked despite having his mouth full of noodles 

“What? She’s leaving soon!” Seungcheol whined.

“Y/n still has a week left!!” Mingyu corrected with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, still not enough!” Cheol replied. He gave a curt nod to Jeonghan, calling his name firmly as if to say ‘i leave the kids with you.’

“Hyung, seriously, you both have to eat.” DK was next to remind you both as he knows you’re both still running on empty stomachs.

“We’ll get room service,” your husband called out, inching closer towards the exit doors that would lead you to the vans.

“We hope it's the food kind! And maybe let y/n get some real sleep after!” Joshua’s reminder had you giggling, glad enough to know the boys still cared for you even though all you’ve done was hog all of Seungcheol’s free time.

Surprisingly, you had both managed to stay well behaved in the car ride home. If anything, you two were very sweet, your head resting on Cheol’s shoulders as he held your hand through the ride and absentmindedly played with your fingers. 

Even when you had both showered together in the hotel room, your husband did not try to make any advances, he simply cleaned you both up, even giving you a nice massage on your scalp when you lathered your favorite shampoo. 

Contrary to what his members may think, Seungcheol wasn’t too adamant about fucking you all night. He could see how tired you actually are and Mingyu was right, you did still have a week left with him. He just wants to make sure you are cared for like his queen this whole trip, whether that meant blowing your back or giving you 8 hours of sleep, he didn’t mind. 

“Tired, baby?” He asked as he secured the knot on your fluffy hotel robe.

You lazily smiled at him as you settled in bed, pulling him towards you for good measure. “I’m ok.”

“Hungry? Wanna get some food now?” 

“Want you to kiss me.” 

Seungcheol was taken aback by the boldness of your request, not because it was the first time you asked, but because you both have definitely done more than just kissing these past 72 hours. He smiled sheepishly as he climbed over you, settling on your side as his chapped lips kissed your soft ones. You clutched onto his hand on your neck, sighing happily when you felt him deepen the kiss. 

“Someone’s happy,” a low chuckle from your husband.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, “i love your kisses.” Despite the raunchy sex, there was always just something so nice and intimate about kissing your husband. His lips were always so plump against yours and the way he’d hold you securely always made you feel like you meant the world to him. 

“You’re so beautiful, i love you so much,” Seungcheol admired your bare face before sucking on your lower lip.

You moaned out an i love you too but it only got swallowed by the man who couldn’t get enough of you. You climbed on his lap, trapping him in between your legs, taking control of this little makeout session you were having. Inevitably, the more you kissed him, the more your hips moved on its own accord, grinding on Cheol’s robe-covered bottom half. 

You were moving erratically, wanting to chase a high you knew you needed if you were to fit Cheol’s dick again tonight. 

“Daddy, please...” you cried, annoyed that you just couldn’t get to where you wanted to be 

“Please what, baby girl?”

You whined desperately at the dangerously low tone in your ear, “please make me cum.” 

Record time is what you’d call it, the way Seungcheol went from flipping you over to casting your robe open to having his mouth suck on your clit harshly. You couldn’t even process it, all you knew was your throat was straining from how you were screaming his name with how he lapped at your cunt. His tongue licked bold stripes from your hole to your clit before he'd suck the sensitive bud. If there's anything Cheol has perfected, it's his hand-mouth coordination, the way he perfectly syncs his plush lips to suck at your clit while two fingers sink in you and curl to graze that spongy spot inside your walls. It should really have you embarrassed at how quick it could unravel the coil in your stomach. Your orgasm exploding in colorful bursts behind your eyes whilst soaking your husband's face in a mess. 

"I forgot how sweet you fucking taste," he groaned, slurping the juices leaking from your hole. He peeked up at you from where he was, your mouth agape and chest rising and falling while your fingers still gripped on his hair. You were hissing from oversensitivity but you should've known that post-concert Cheol was a starved man. When he deemed he had swallowed all of you, three fingers prodded at your entrance that had you arching your back from the bed only to be pushed down with your husband's free arm. "Stay still, baby. Daddy's not done yet." 

"Fuuuuuuck, " you panted, going delirious from the overstimulation your pussy was feeling. You writhed in vain as Cheol smothered your cunt like a full course meal. When you tried to squirm away, he delivered a slap to your pussy that sent shocks all over your body. "I'm cu- fuck! I'm cumming," you shuddered, thighs closing in on your husband's head. 

Seungcheol chuckled at your state, a proud grin across his face when he finally settled beside you. After pulling back to back orgasms from you in less than 10 minutes, he knew you were oversensitive and just needed to not be touched. "You okay, my love?" 

"Just.." you panted, "Just a minute." 

You rolled over on your stomach when you regained enough strength, and slowly but surely got on your wobbly knees to climb on your husband's thick thighs. Seungcheol wanted to squeeze your bare breasts but seeing as you were still slightly swaying, he decided to hold you securely by the waist. "what're you doing?" He mused while watching you fumble with the knot of his robe. 

His dick twitched at the sight of your lust blown, hooded eyes. "Daddy..." You smiled, god, you were so far gone, "Wanna ride you." 

Seungcheol moaned, hurriedly helping you untie his robe and throwing it to the floor. You salivated at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his stomach, red tip leaking with precum. Anchoring your palms on his chest, you kept your eyes trained on him as you sucked on your tongue before letting some of your saliva drool onto his length, your hand immediately gripping and spreading the fluid along his shaft, thumb grazing at the slit.

“Holy shit,” he cursed, hips bucking into your hand on instinct. A wicked smile crossed your face, delighted with the effect your actions had on him.

Cheol's eyes rolled to the back of his head when you finally let your pussy glide against his cock, coating it even more in your wetness.

"Fuck baby, what's gotten into you?" He hissed as you picked up your pace, grinding his cock against your wet folds, always making sure to let the tip kiss your clit when you move down. "So fucking needy for daddy's cock huh?" 

You moaned when one of his large hand squeezed your right breast and his dick leaked more precum onto his stomach. The sight of you, head falling back and mouth parted, was immaculate. He wished he remembered where his phone was right now, it would've been the perfect photo to take for him to get off on in the future. He committed it to memory as best he could, but even that thought immediately flew away when he finally felt you sink into his dick. 

"Oh my god,” you moaned in unison.

Seungcheol wasn't so sure if he was wincing from your nails digging into his chest or from the vice grip of your cunt on his cock, but either way, both felt like heaven to him. "Baby girl, you just came twice and you're still so fucking tight.”

"C-can take you, daddy. Please... p-promise!" You begged, lowering yourself to take in a few more inches of him. The stretch was familiar yet it still had you squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip. 
Afraid he wouldn't be able to stay still any longer, Cheol took the matter in his own hands, sitting up to bring your chest flush against his, connecting your lips in a heated kiss to distract you from the pain. He still tasted of you and a slight hint of your minty toothpaste. When he felt you relax, his strong hold sank you onto him until he was fully sheathed. You broke from the kiss, head falling back once again at the overwhelming feeling of being so full. 

"Cmon, baby, thought you wanted to ride me?" He sucked on the column of your throat, causing you to swivel your hips. "There you go. You can do it." God, his voice was so sinful it made your insides churn. Another strangled moan left your mouth when his wet tongue made contact with your right nipple, licking and sucking before he kissed between the valley of your breasts, only to nip at your left bud.

"Oh my god, Cheol!" You pulled at his hair, wanting him to leave your sensitive breasts alone. 

He laughed dryly at your attempt but still allowed you that space. He let go of your waist to lean back with his palms against the mattress to have a full view of you. "Cmon baby," He spurred on, "show daddy what you got." 

Choi Seungcheol was simply left with no regrets at his challenge. His eyes almost turned completely black when you decided to fully bounce on him. When you found a good pace, you alternated between bouncing and grinding, one hand squeezing your breast as the other held onto his knee for support. "Fuck, daddyyy," you cried at the stretch, and he could just feel your pussy clenching on his cock even more.

"So fucking needy," he spat, "Can't get enough of my cock." 

You shook your head at his words, mewling when your clit rubbed deliciously at his pelvis and his engorged head kissed your cervix. "D-daddy.." 

"That's it, baby girl," Seungcheol cooed, bucking his hips up to meet yours, "get off on me, ride me 'til you shake. Need you to cum, princess." 

Encouraged by your husband's words, you lifted ‘til just the tip was in before sitting down on him harshly. He continued to praise you and how delicious your warm pussy felt, a string of very lewd words produced with every swivel of your hips. Your face contorted in pleasure and he knew you were close, "touch yourself," came his instructions.

"shit!" You cursed, cumming on the spot when two of your fingers rubbed against your clit.

Seungcheol beamed at how well he knew you, your tells and your triggers when you're about to cum. But what he didn't see coming was just how fast the sight of you getting off on top of him would quickly bring him to the edge too. If he didn’t catch it at the last second, he might have just spilled in you.

In one swift motion, not even pulling out of you, he flipped you on your back and trapped you under his weight. You yelped when he pumped into you, catching you off guard as you were still trying to ride out your own orgasm. 

"Ba-aby, fuck. You're d-driving me insane," he growled, "don't you dare fucking close your eyes. Keep 'em on me." 

Your fingers weaved through his hair, as you desperately tried to follow his instructions. If only he wasn't hell bent on reaching his high, Seungcheol would've laughed at how often you'd train your eyes to look at him every time they kept trying to roll to the back of your head. "Daddy's gonna fuck a baby in you, you want that, princess?" 

"Y-yes daddy! yes!" You mewled, both your legs being lifted up, calves resting on Seungcheol’s meaty shoulders, while he inserted a pillow below your ass. "Fuck me full, daddy, please,” a breathless request.

He folded you in half, planting his knees on the mattress and bracing himself on your sides. Seungcheol drove his cock into you, hitting you so deep that you felt him just below your cervix and you moaned the loudest that night. Strangled moan after strangled moan came out of your mouth while throaty grunts and curse words flew off from his, all this mixed with the explicit sound of your sweaty bodies colliding.

"m-more, daddy! More, please!"  

"Fuuuuuuck, you're insatiable, so fucking tight," Seungcheol moaned. His movements were rough, pulling out of you completely before fully slamming back in and going deep with every move. The sex was everything close to animalistic, you could feel him in the deepest parts of you, consistently hitting a spot that made your brain short circuit. "So needy for my cum, want to be filled so bad."

"Daddy, so- oh my god. So fucking big.”

“Princess, I-I’m.. s-so...close,” he warned, staring at your teary eyes while your hands intertwined behind his neck. Seungcheol buried his cock in you, not bothering to thrust out of your grip, instead grinding endlessly to help stimulate your clit against his pelvis.

"Cum with me, Cheollie. P-please."  

Your husband growled before his hips jerked twice, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls white. His eyes boring into yours and the feeling of being so full only triggered your own release, rendering you into a babbling mess. Seungcheol connected your mouths in a kiss, not caring that you were already out of breath. He interspersed them with praises of how good you felt clenching on his cock. 

"I love you, Cheollie." 

"I know baby, I know. I love you too," he breathed, hissing at how hard he still was despite just hitting his climax. His dick was almost painful in your tight hold, "give me one more, yeah?" 

Before you could even process his question, you were already flipped on all fours, whining at the temporary emptiness. "Wha- Cheol, I-" 

"Be good for daddy, yeah? One more, princess. One more to get you round and full." But who were you to deny your Choi Seungcheol? Your husband who was just as ready to start a family with you like he's always dreamed of. Your arms gave way when you felt him breach your abused hole once more, your limp body allowing him to control your hips even more. He was kneading your ass, surely leaving handprints in his wake. 

"Ch- ahh!" You cried in a silent scream, the pleasure you were feeling just devouring your every being. You could feel the goosebumps rise on you scalp and run to the tips of your toes as Seungcheol pounded you from behind. "Cheollie... Oh.. oh! fu-uuuck." 

He pulled you by your hair harshly, your back flush against his chest, the low rumble of his voice affecting your body, "Call me Cheollie again and you won't get to cum." 

"Daddy!" you whined apologetically, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. 

"There you go, not so hard huh, princess?" Seungcheol teased, an arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cupped at your cunt. "Color, my love?" 

"G-green, daddy.. Pl-Please... just j-ust cum in me." 

"Fuck, you sound so broken... So greedy for my cum." Seungcheol relentlessly fucked up into you, until his pace grew erratic and bent you both forward. He stopped himself with his forearm to the mattress so as not to crush you, but with your muscles already weak, you simply face planted into the soft hotel pillows, drool and tears staining the white sheets.

"All mine," your husband chanted repetitively, stilling inside your pussy as it clenched around him tightly. Your orgasm rippled through you in a big tidal wave that Seungcheol could just feel your slick coat him anew. Your whole body shook uncontrollably, jolts of electricity alighting all your nerves. With one last loud call of your name, Seungcheol shot his load inside you, white ropes of sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim. His own thighs trembling as he finally collapsed on you, knocking out the little air you had left. He whispered i love you's to your ear, riding out his own orgasm which lasted longer than the both of you expected, especially when he just came a few minutes ago. 

In your two years of marriage, you don't think you've ever been this spent after sex, and neither did Seungcheol. But nothing catches his attention faster than the sound of you sniffing followed by a tiny hiccup. He moves up and pulls out of you so quickly that he hisses harshly, but you whine out even louder, causing alarm bells to ring in his head. 

"nooo..." you cry pathetically, your voice barely above a whisper, "come back."

"Baby, what's wrong?" Seungcheol pulls you towards him, eyes scanning your body for any abnormal pain, dreading the next few words out of his mouth, "did I hurt you?" 

You shook your head no, your hands grabbing at his chest to pull yourself closer to him and bury your face in his neck.

"Princess..." he started gently, still not completely sure if you were really okay. "I need your words. Need you to tell me if I hurt you." 

You choked as you tried to speak, voice straining from all the noises you've made tonight, but you were well aware your crying did nothing to comfort your husband. "I'm okay." 

"Was I too much?" 

"No. Never." You assured with a soft kiss on his chest. "So good to me." 

Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief at your words. "Wanna tell me why you're crying?" He asked, moving you both on your side so he could look at you properly, one hand soothing your back. His warm breath tickled your face, as he tried to wipe away your tears with the softest look in his eyes. 

You felt another squeeze in your heart while warmth crept up in your cheeks, both your hands instinctively covering your face when tears pricked at your eyes once more. You mumbled something but Cheol couldn't really understand and he didn't want to push, so he held you tighter instead, leaving kisses on your shoulder as his free hand brushed your hair. He could feel your tears wet his neck and shoulder and he willed himself to stay patient and calm. 

"I'm sorry," you squeaked after a long bout of silence between you two, "am I scaring you?" 

"A little bit," Seungcheol chuckled. 

You looked up into his eyes, wanting to make sure he knows he did nothing wrong, "I'm just overwhelmed," your voice began to crack again at the last word, "I... I just... I really want a family with you, Cheol," you sobbed, your hands attempting to cover your face again but your husband was quick enough to grab at them. His own cupped your face instead, a thumb wiping at your tears as he let out the brightest smile, his own cheeks dusted in a light pink shade. "I really want this to work, Cheol." 

"I do, too, baby but in our own time, yeah? If it’s for us, then it will happen one way or another. Let's not pressure ourselves too much. I don't want you to pressure yourself too much," your husband comforted, "Besides, with or without kids, I already have you... and Kkuma… you're already family to me."  

You were pretty sure you felt your heart grow a size bigger at his words, mentally thanking the heavens you had a husband who adored and loved you so much.

Your moment was cut off by the incessant buzz of a phone and when you looked towards the bedside table to check, sure enough your device was vibrating towards the edge. Picking it up to stop the ring, your eyes grew wide at the notification that flashed on top of the screen, a smile dancing on your lips as you comprehended the app’s words in black font.

"Cheollie?" 

"Yeah?"

"I'm ovulating."

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[corroded-hellfire]

I've got this image in my head of very pregnant!AYW reader sitting outside with her feet in a kiddie pool, letting the older boys splash around and keep her cool on a hot day. Maybe a cooler full of frozen treats at her side.

I have had this one in my ask box forever because I wanted to write something I’d be happy with and I think I’m there lol. I hope it makes you happy as well 😘

Words: 1.4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Of course. The August that you’re seven months pregnant is the hottest summer Hawkins has had in over fifty years. Of course.

Eddie could see how the heat was getting to you. Sweat would dot your forehead just moments after you’d step outside. Your ankles had swollen to almost double the size. It hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that you were a little more irritable than usual as well. But your husband wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you. Usually, his way of comforting you included wrapping you up in his arms but the one time he’d attempted to do that you’d given him a death glare that blazed hotter than the weather. He’d learned his lesson after that: no touching when the temperature is above a hundred degrees. 

One early Saturday afternoon, you and Luke are eating lunch while Eddie and Ryan run a few errands. Luke had wanted to go too, but ever since you started your third trimester, Eddie didn’t like the idea of leaving you by yourself. 

It’s quiet between you and your ten-year-old son when the back door bangs open, making you jump and swivel around in your seat–which was no easy task. Perspiration runs down Eddie’s forehead, Ryan’s own golden brown hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture. Patches of Ryan’s gray shirt are black and clinging to his skin from the sweat. If Eddie’s black Iron Maiden shirt weren’t so dark, you know you’d see the same thing on him. Despite how hot and sweaty they both look, they both have smiles on their faces and Eddie looks quite proud of himself.

“I f’ought oo were goin’ to da store,” you say around a mouth full of pasta salad.

“We did,” Eddie said, breaths labored.

“And we set up a surprise for you!” Ryan adds, his beaming grin stretching from ear to ear. 

“And me?” Luke asks optimistically, craning his neck to look over at his father and brother.

“Actually, kind of,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Come on.” Your husband waves the both of you over towards the back door before remembering he should help you up out of the chair–even though you’re capable of doing it yourself. 

The boys both run ahead of you as Eddie stays back with your waddling pace. It feels like no sooner than your bare foot hits the grass of the yard than sweat begins to break out along your hairline. You swear you’ll never complain about the winter being too cold again. 

“It’s small,” you hear Luke say. 

Your eyes catch on the short inflatable kiddie pool set up in the middle of the backyard, two white and blue striped lawn chairs set up beside it, and a large red cooler between them. The garden hose is hanging inside the pool, the green tube writhing like a snake as the water whooshes in to fill the empty space. 

“Cause it’s a kiddie pool, duh,” Ryan replies to his brother. 

“I thought,” Eddie starts, reaching up to rub your shoulders before catching himself, not wanting to make your discomfort worse, “you could sit out here with your feet in the nice cold water. Might help your ankles, too. And you know these two monkeys are always splashing so you’re bound to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Hey,” Luke protests, but Ryan nudges him with his elbow because they both know that their father is right. 

“And…” Eddie takes your hand and gently leads you closer to the chairs, where he opens the cooler that’s nestled between them. Inside there are different flavors of ice pops, ice cream bars, and cold drinks, all enveloped in gallons of ice that have a pleasant chill wafting off them. 

Words become trapped in your throat. Your wonderful husband did all of this for you just because he knows how the heat has been making you feel lately. And after you’ve been a pain in the ass. This would’ve made you emotional even if the hormones didn’t beat you to the punch. 

“Eddie,” you say, all other speech cut off as your bottom lip begins to wobble.

“Uh oh,” Luke whispers.

“No, could be a good thing,” Ryan mumbles back quietly. He was slightly better at understanding the emotional aspect of hormones than his little brother. 

“This is so sweet,” you say, turning to cup your husband’s face in your hands. 

“You’ve been hard at work cooking that bun in the oven,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Oven needs some cooling down though, she’s getting overheated.”

“Ahem,” you hear from behind you. Ryan moves into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to look at him, sliding your hands down to Eddie’s shoulders as you do. The eldest brother is clearly holding something behind his back, and you scrunch up your brow as you look at him.

“Whatcha got?” you ask.

Eddie huffs out a small chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple before saying, “Ryan found something at the store he says is on every ad for the beach.”

“You bought me sand? The ocean?” you tease the boy.

Ryan rolls his eyes, another reminder that he’s a preteen now. 

“No,” he says. From behind him, Ryan brandishes a floppy hat, and he is certainly right—a woman is wearing one of those in every ad for the beach.

“Ryan, I love it!” you exclaim with a giggle. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you waddle over the few steps to the boy. He holds the straw hat out to you, a bright grin on his face at your happiness. 

“You know,” you say as you accept the hat from him, “I’d bend down so you could put it on my head but then I wouldn’t be able to stand back up.”

“Like crowning a princess!” Luke adds as Ryan laughs.

“Well,” your husband says, coming up behind you, “it’s a good thing I’m taller than Ryan then, huh? Or we could’ve just made Luke help you back up.”

Eddie plucks the hat from your grasp, the straw scratching lightly against your fingertips as he pulls it away. He steps in front of you, and you keep your head level, only raising your eyes to watch Eddie’s pale, toned arms lift to place the floppy hat on top of your head gently. 

“Your Highness,” Eddie says, bowing his head. Your giggle makes Eddie grin as he gestures towards the lawn chairs. “Your throne awaits.”

Twenty minutes later it’s as if the summer heat were merely an annoying insect that you’re only somewhat aware of. Even though the chill water of the miniature pool only goes up to midcalf, sloshes of water have hit you all the way up to your neck. The cool beads of moisture feel like heaven as they meander down your red tank top, though. The denim shorts you’re wearing will weigh a ton later since the boys’ splashing has gotten them so wet, but Eddie’s such a pro at taking your clothes off that he could use a little challenge this time. 

Luke and Ryan manage to find games to play in the small pool—after Luke’s failed attempt at Marco Polo, anyway. Toy boats glide through the water, a few of them on the grass from flying overboard. The two boys shout but they’re outside and having fun, and it’s nice to hear. 

The sound of the back door slamming shut reaches you as you tilt your head back, protected from the sun by Ryan’s thoughtful gift and the sunglasses you grabbed when you got changed. Eyes closed, you listen to footsteps in the grass as Eddie walks your way from the house. They come to a stop and you sense as he crouches down next to you. Lazily, you loll your head to the side and crack your eyes open. 

“How’re my girls?” Eddie asks, placing his right hand over the soaked red shirt covering your baby bump.

“Mmm, good,” you hum. “She’s very happy you bought strawberry shortcake bars.”

“I’m glad she liked them,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “What about you, princess? How do you feel?”

You pretend to consider his question for a moment before speaking.

“Kiss me?” 

You pucker your lips and there’s no hesitation as your husband leans in and gently presses his own against yours.

“Perfect. Now I’m perfect.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #older!eddie #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

[austinsastrology8991]

> Mercury Aspects <

and why you sound like a Dumb Fuck

Mercury Aspecting Sun - Your voice is authoritative and you love to flex on people with your loud appeal. However, your voice being the centre of attention (usually) can create an atmosphere where you're very controlling of the conversation. This is not so bad because others do like to listen to you, but the problem is others may not always feel heard. You are gifted at speaking, and gaining recognition from that, but a good conversation isn't formed from a fkn monologue, or outwitting the other, its about conversing - not speaking AT someone. But you speak clearly and its easy for others to call you smart Mercury Aspecting Moon - Nervous speakers who's tone is so dependent on how they are feeling, you literally have to give them a pat on the back to get a coherent answer out of them. These people are very thoughtful, but since they have been thinking about what they want to say for so long, they find themselves stuttering, and word vomiting; because they want to be careful with what they say hence the overthinking tendencies. They speak softly and it can make others relax around them. But people like to ask them to speak up a lot, so not so relaxing for them I guess Mercury Aspecting Venus - Pretty voices, and they always say the right thing. People love to talk to them cause they have a very receptive ear, but also a willingness to share their own ideas, and this duality makes it so others cannot help but be completely enamoured by their talking. They can sell water to a well, a fire to a lighter, a Samsung to a Apple store; they really can convince you anything just because you got lost in their language.

Mercury Aspecting Mars - Harsher voices that love to get aggressive on da mic. They love to swear but more than that, they love to talk shit, and well they are good at it because they don't really put so much thought into what they are saying, they just say it. And others have to remind these natives that they said some fucked up shit, and that they should calm down lol. But they perform very well in arguments, and its because they thrive in da art of da comeback Mercury Aspecting Jupiter - Naturally bold in what they say, and always have something interesting to talk about, and they are interesting, but they are always in the mood to teach you something and its kinda exhausting. Jim carry has this conjunct and well he is interesting... But he is also always trying to teach you something, but unfortunately for him we don't really care we just want him to make us laugh. And I guess thats why this combo can be a little unfortunate, because most people feel educated enough and don't want to be further educated. They so badly want to teach others, but unfortunately for them its a hard thing to teach in tongues > people learn from experience more, and they'd rather be the master of their own destiny (not owe it to yoi) > ik ur trying to help but you have to understand we are a stubborn species Mercury Aspecting Saturn - They speak with so much nonchalance, and its a great way to make others listen to them; because they acting like the answer is simple. But it's actually because they >think< they figured out all the possible answers; since they have studied/researched a lot just so they feel some semblance of control on the topic. And if they don't speak on a subject, its because they don't know the answer, and this decisiveness in when and when not to speak makes others respect their opinion more often than not.

Mercury Aspecting Uranus - You guys jump from subject to subject with such little foresight of what the fuck was happening in the conversation, I frankly get a headache talking to you. You are def interesting to talk to, but your lack of direction in communication, can get on my nerves and I hate your lack of care about it. You talk about anything under the sun, and this makes you someone almost perfect to speak to. Until the other person realizes the conversation as a whole was utterly meaningless. But these guys lowkey geniuses and their voices are 'unique' Mercury Aspecting Neptune - These people are um. hard to say. they really go all over the place. I've seen these natives go from speaking like a retard > to a professor > to barking like a dog > then speaking like the president; and its just a normal conversation for them. I think its because they pick up on the energy of what the conversation needs most and they shapeshift into whatever that need is; so you really don't know what your gonna get. You really can never can tell what they are going to say next, and they are a master at confusing yo brain. Also high-key the best person to talk about life with; very sensitive and genuine when need to be. Mercury Aspecting Pluto - These guys love to get deep n emotionally invest in any conversation they can. They have extremely piercing minds, and cannot be bothered talking about a 'nothing', so they always probe your brain, and swerve the conversation into something deeply uncomfortable for the both of you. Hey its more interesting than a boring conversation, and well if they never brought it up, lets be honest; you never would have thought about it in the unique perspective that they gave you. Also they are so blunt and forceful, you literally have to stop everything because of the audacity of what the fuck came out they mouth. They speak intensely and put all focus onto you/subject at hand, its low key uncomfortable; but always interesting

#mercury aspects #astrology blog #astro community #astrology #astrology notes #astrology observations #astrology aspects #astrology placements #astro observations

[janainaart]

Drink da Lua ☽

Recipe: water, moonlight and dreams. Personal work, 2023.

Portfolio, ig, stores, and more: janainaart.carrd.co

#illustration #art nouveau #moon #vintage #artists on tumblr #janainaart #art

[imababblekat]

Delirium?

@lil-hun-bun​ , “Raph x fem!Reader where he's taking care of her because she's sick and they end up confessing their feelings for each other, perhaps?”

~xXx~

All it took was one word, and the red cladded ninja turtle was scaling across rooftops to your place of residence. Sick. That’s what you had texted him after rejecting his call to hang out. It had him notably concerned, as there had been times when even if you had a small cough you’d still at the very least enter a video chat with him. However, no interaction at all was very unlike you. 

Raphael did his best to conceal his racing thoughts, picking the lock on your window before making his way in. He couldn’t quite understand why he was so worried to begin with. It wasn’t like you were in the hospital or anything else of a more serious level. Part of him was actually quite irritated by the his fretful emotions. Not at you of course, more of what you seemed to do him lately. He’d never been this concerned over something so silly before. Even when one of his brothers or April would come down with a nasty cold, he’d just offer if they needed something from the store and leave it at that. In fact, in most cases he’d leave things to Donnie, unless it was said terrapin who had been ill. Yet when he’d received your message, the thought to ask Donnie or give his brother the heads up, didn’t even cross his mind. 

What was it about you in particular that made Raph of all people go out of his way, just by one simple text message? 

The answer had struck him when, after giving you a quick heads up to his presence, he entered your room to find you in an unsightly state, his heart dropping in his plated chest.

Across the room, snuggled under a pile of blankets and surrounded by tissues, you lay as pale as your sheets and covered in sweat like on a hot summer afternoon. The weakness in just lifting your head to peer over at the larger turtle and the croak in your voice had Raph’s heart strings tugged. 

“Raph? What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t even a second after finishing your question that you fell into a fit of coughs, and Raphael was quick to make his way to your beside, taking off and opening the small backpack he’d brought with him. Inside were bottles of water and multiple types of medicine he’d dumped in his rush to get to you.

“What da ya think? You don’t answer my call, send me a one worded text with no further explanation, and expect me to not show up?”

You gingerly reached for a water bottle he’d opened and offered you, sitting up as best you could to take a few sips and completely unware at Raph’s resistance to assist you. 

“To be honest, I would have expected Donnie, but you’re a nice surprise.”

Raph raised a brow ridge, sitting at your feet, the bed dipping with his weight and you’re feet resting against his thigh beneath the blankets.

“I’m not sure how to take that, so I choose to take it as a compliment.”

You giggled at his scowling face, eyes crinkling in the corner. Man, even when bed ridden, Raphael couldn’t deny the way you caused a light flutter of butterflies in his stomach. However, the sweet moment hadn’t lasted long when you suddenly erupted into another, heavier fit of coughs. Seeing you turn over to your side, nearly dropping and spilling the water in your hand had he’d not rushed to grab it for you with his quick reflexes, Raph felt a newfound type of panic.

“Hey, don’t go dyin on me now, doll. Tell me what I can do.”

His voice was softer than usual, you almost hadn’t heard him, but you did, and could just about feel the deep worriment dripping from each word. 

“Got any cough meds in that mystery bag of yours?”, you asked, laying back against your pillows, head pounding and body sore.

There was a minute of rummaging beside you, when your normally brutish friend procured a plastic bottle with red liquid within. 

“Um, I’ve got this?”

You took a peak, too tired to sit up again.

“Cough syrup. That’ll work.”

Raphael said nothing in reply, simply working to get the lid off and pour the heavy cherry smelling liquid into the small cup it came with. No words were spoken or asked, as a large hand, one usually so fierce had cradled and lifted your head with the upmost care and gentleness. Raph watched as you slurped down the cough syrup, cringing at the sickly gag you let out once finished, before just as gently resting your head back down against your pillow.

“Need anythin’ else?”, he questioned, hand resting on the dip of your side as you slowly rolled over to face him.

“Yeah.”, you mumbled, snuggling into your covers but keeping your gaze tiredly focused on his, “For you to know I mean it.”

A small chuckle left Raph’s beautiful lips.

“Mean what?”

“What I said earlier.”, you murmured, reaching a shaky hand from your covers to reach for the wrapped hand resting by your pillow. 

Even in such a weak state, the light caresses you made across Raphaels large hand was enough to cause his heart to skip a beat. He looked to the side, suddenly feeling pressure under your gaze, his cheeks tinting ever so lightly.

“Pfft, sure. You’re delirious.”

“Raphael.”

The full call of his name, as well as the light squeeze of his hand by your much smaller one, was enough to convince the ninja turtle to take a chance and look your way. Despite the bags under your exhausted eyes and the strands of hair sticking to your sweat clad face, you somehow managed to convey every bit of seriousness and truth to your next words.

“Why is me enjoying having you here instead of anyone else that unbelievable? You’re my closest friend. You know how much like being around you. . .how much I like you.”

The last words were said with your cheeks flushing a lovely red hue, and while you knew Raph was aware of the true cause, maybe, just maybe it could pass as due to being sick. Gently shaking your head, pushing aside the anxiousness in your own chest, you looked back up to offer a silent Raphael a gentle smile.

“And I’m not delirious.”, you reached up to gentle boop his nose. 

Raph grasped your hand in his, but didn’t release it as he had started to copy the same soothing motions you had done with his hand a little earlier. His heart felt so full. Just as you caused him to fret so much over a single worded text, only you could make his heart do ninja flips while looking like the plague. Honestly, that somehow made him even more fond of you. Just like all those times you had gone out of your way to care for him, a mutant turtle who people only saw as a burly ball of anger and furry. Perhaps those times of your unique kindness towards him was also why he’d go out of his way to care for you in this moment as opposed to how he would for anyone else. 

Maneuvering your hand, Raphael turned his face ever so slightly to place his lips softly against your palm, the feeling of a chaste kiss being left there as he spoke.

“Yah, I know, doll.”

~xXx~

#bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raphael #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #fluff #comfort #sick reader #female reader #@lil-hun-bun #imababblekat's writing

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Based on this post but takes place a little before the store robbery

https://www.tumblr.com/phantoms-world-and-more/731691698897469440/danny-has-to-use-an-emergency-go-bag-not-because

Jason had to argue that his new neighbor Eli Walker is strange. The guy keeps to himself and always wears a surgical mask. That wasn't the weird part of it. Jason feels the pits stir slightly whenever Eli's near. He's also sure that his neighbor is living under a false identity since when he introduced himself he stumbled over his words and pretty sure he said something like "Da-" before switching quickly to Eli. Jason also feels weirdly protective of him whenever he sees him. He even gave him care packages during his job search so he has food and money to pay rent and bills. Danny's just glad that the remnant that haunts Crime Alley hasn't chased him out. He also appreciates the food and money. Eventually the two become friends. Jason was shocked to learn that Eli had figured out his identity but that was nothing compared to the night he responded to a robbery in progress to see Eli knock the robber out with a fire extinguisher and then realizing his friend bleeds Lazarus water.

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#fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc

[deesblanketfort]

Beach! Beach! Beach! I'm going to the beach!!! ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 

And since I really want to regress during this trip, I might as well share some fun regression beach activities I'm planning to do! ★´ˎ˗

🏖️: Sand clastles and sculptures! I'm gonna make all kinds of animal sculptures in the sand. Alternatively, sand castles can pretty much become "sand cakes" in a play pretend bakery;;

🪸: Sand art! For this one can I simply draw in the sand with my hands or a stick, or I can seek all kinds of pebbles and seashells to make something more complex;;

🌊: Other sand related games! Since I can draw pretty much anything in the sand, I can play things like hopscotch, skee ball, tic-tac-toe, or make dissapearing messages;;

🦀: Scavenger hunt! First I'll need to make a list of things to find, they can be anything, from objects to animals! I'm personally going to make a bird themed scavenge hunt because I love love love birdwatching!;;

🐚: Play pretend! I might pretend that I'm a merfolk who got their legs, but only for a day! I can be a pirate looking for a good place to hide their treasure, or mayhaps a paleontologist digging arround, trying to find rare shells and bones. I can set up a little pretend museum or store to showcase shells and pebbles;;

☀️: Sundials! A sundial is a type of clock based off the sun's position! You can make one by putting a stick standing straight up in the sand, and draw a circle around it. The shadow cast by the stick will show the passage of the time as it slowly moves!;;

🥥: Ball games! Like dodgeball, blanket bounce with a beach towel, volleyball, football;;

🌴: Dig up a little lake! This one is perfect for those who love getting their hands dirty. Just dig up a hole, fill it with water and ta-da: you got your own lake!;;

🪼: Learn! For the nerdy regressors (like myself), I just love to research about the denizens of the sea, and be respecful to them. After all, sea animals are our friends too!;;

🌺: More nerdy things! Look for animal tracks, draw or write information about said animals, catch and release little sea critters that are safe to handle, photograph them, appreciate them!;;

🤿: Jump the waves! This is a simple one but I just love love love to jump over the waves qwq otherwise I might just run away from them;;

#agere sfw #sfw agere #agere #agere blog #sfw agere blog #age regression #age regressor #sfw regression #sfw regressor #safe agere #noncom agere #agere tips #agere ideas #agere activities #blankiefort ★´ˎ˗ #kitty rambles ★´ˎ˗

[0maisie0]

Rainy Christmas Eve - The toymaker x fem!reader

(Merry Christmas Eve (I'm so ready for Ncuti's first ep)

The deep red building stared at you from across the road. It illuminated the foggy street around you. The rain cut into your skin under the cheap umbrella you kept in your bag for moments like this. The toy-filled windows watched as you walked up to the door. Their heads seemed to turn as you approached. Teeth catering as the bell signalled your arrival. 

Inside, the shop was filled with toys and games. A row of perfect marionette puppets stared, glassy eyed at you as you walked towards the wooden counter. A dripping trail of water left a mark of your presence.

A grey haired man leant over a broken doll. His hands worked quietly to fix the young porcelain child on his desk. As you took a step closer his head snapped up, his dark eyes piercing through you.

“Oh! Ein new customer, terrible wetter für Weihnachten eve, ja?” 

His distorted German accent cut through the hum of toys. His speech jumped between English and German, all you could do was nod in agreement as he continued to speak and become more animated. 

“What brings schöne Dame to mein store, maybe eine puppe oder bear for the little kinder oder train going rund und rund und rund?”

You stared at him, mesmerised as he spoke and moved. His hands lead the conversation more than his speech. The toymaker looked down at you with a grin and sneaky wink. Your coat still dripping onto the worn carpet.

“My sister chose to tell me she was pregnant a week ago, I haven't had much time to get her anything for the new baby,” you explained.

The toymaker's face lit up at the mention of a child. “Ein baby! Are du thinking von einem little Teddybär or blocks? Es gibt viel choice. Here, ich will helfen you.”

He guided you over to the right side of his counter where a small christmas tree sat undecorated. A wide eyed teddy bear sat with his head resting against the tree. His fur was brown and felt soft to the touch as your hand combed through. Beside it was a smaller blue bear. Its ocean blue skin and shorter fur made the body feel squishier. You gently felt both.

“I like the blue,” you muttered mostly to yourself but the toymaker interrupted quickly after. 

“Ah, ja, the Blauer bär. ich machte her myself, beautiful fur, ja?”

He picked up the bear, showing it off to you. A red ribbon wrapped around its neck and held together with a tight bow. The toymaker smiled and winked again.

“Sie will be perfekt for your neffe or nichte.” 

“Yes, I think she will.” you smiled back out of politeness, the toymaker already starting to wrap up the little bear in paper.

“Das wetter is zu bad for you, kommen, stay bis clear.” he placed the wrapped bear onto the desk. Its soft head poked out of the top, making it seem like the teddy had been wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother. I mean you must be preparing for christmas.” 

“Nothing das kippen wait.” his voice suddenly changed. His broken German became smooth English and his accent disappeared. 

“let's play a game.”

#the toymaker #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the toymaker x reader #celestial toymaker #the celestial toymaker #toymaker #merry christmas #why is he kinda hot

[1-ker0sene-1]

The Dead Do Talk

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish / Reader

(Wheelchair User Reader)

Chap1, Chap2, Chap3, Chap4

"Afternoon Traffic"

Word Count: 4.4k

CW: guns

Just like you told Johnny. You left with him. The two of you loaded as much as you could from the store into the truck outside. Taking the keys from Marvins back pocket. As much as you were cautious of living around another person suddenly, you were giving Johnny your trust. He has done nothing but help and defend you after all. Stubborn as you could be, you knew you needed him. But fuck was that terrifying.

Here you were in the passenger, a map in your lap as you two were trying to figure out where to go. Narrowing it down to the mountains or the coast, having the sea at your back could be useful. But going up in the woods would also have benefits, no city means less corpses. The woods mean hunting grounds, maybe fresh water. Indecision was a seemingly permanent ache in your brain.

You fold the map and drop it on the dash with a sigh. Letting your eyes drift over to John, in the driver seat, blue eyes on the road. His hand taps the armrest, before gripping the leather. As if keeping himself from mindlessly reaching over.

"Ye alright lass?"

He asks. You sigh a bit softer at his concern. Nodding, but realizing he's still looking forward you open your mouth to explain.

"Yeah. .. Yeah I'm fine. Just.. Figuring out our options.."

You mumble.

You watch Johnny purse his lips in thought, before his teeth scrape at his lower lip. Brows furrowing. Speaking up after a moments consideration.

".. Ye think 'da militarys still goin'?"

He asks. Making you frown quietly, looking forward at the road. Hand lifting to grip at your own dog tags.

"There used to be broadcasts.. Channels on the radio.. they went silent two weeks ago."

Johnny's jaw sets and his eyes look lost, your stomach flips watching him. It's like watching someone go through grief, the way his brows upturn, before pressing down hard in frustration. You suck in a breath before speaking again.

".. Doesn't mean it's gone.. they could be held up in older bases. .. Underground even.. maybe the frequencies can't get through."

You offer the possibility. Before staring at his tags.

".. You got a team huh?"

You guess.

He nods slowly, you see his arms tense. His fist clenches. You can't tell if it's anger, or an intense wave of sorrow.

"Did. They left me bon."

The words make your head tilt, you know the feeling of abandonment all too well.

"You.. Don't know for sure."

You try to comfort.

"You were shot in the head John.. Two months ago you probably still needed the machines. I don't know how anyone could have gotten you out. The door was barricaded right?"

{A/N:.. It was Simon.}

John takes a glance your way, taking in a quick uneven breath as he nods. You continue.

".. Maybe.. They were trying to come back for you."

Your words stir something deep in his brain, his head aches and his chest twists firmly at the thought. Then where the fuck were they? Was the 141 even alive?

He parts his lips to speak but beeping interrupts him, his eyes look down to the display of the truck. The sickly yellow light taunting him in irregular flashes. This was the last thing they needed right now, struggling for gas.

"Gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me.."

He growls seeing the low gas light. You groan and press your head back into the seat.

"Best luck to the worst in one day."

You mutter under your breath.

John had pulled the truck on the side of the road as soon as you two saw some other cars. There was a siphon in the back, Marvin must have been getting gas from the neighborhood each night. You've been driving for hours anyways.

"Let's take a break.. just to get our heads on straight."

You suggest. And he seems to agree, nodding lightly. Popping open the passenger door, you swing your legs to the side of the seat.

Johnny glances at the back of your head, before pushing open the drivers door, taking the keys and getting out.

"Ye wan' your chair hen?"

You shake your head and wave him off, no point in getting out if you're going to be staying around the truck anyways.

"How many nicknames you gonna give me Sargeant?"

You joke with a raised brow, he pushes his tongue on the inside of his cheek and let's out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"Habit."

He brushes off.

As Johnny gets the siphon, you hold your rifle in your lap. Watching as he kneels next to a small sedan left abandoned on the street. Keeping watch you glance around, it really was like a dead zone out here. Nothing but remnants of what the world used to be. Your eyes lock on a corpse down the road, dragging it's body on the ground. It's lower half crushed, near flattened, clearly ran over. You sigh at the sight lifting the rifle to aim. Johnny looks up at you.

"See somethin'?"

He asks. You shake your head.

"Just a dead one.. dragging along."

You watch it in your scope, it's face. One of an older woman, wrinkles and white curls. Her eyes are greyed over, you wonder how much of that was from before she turned. It's when you catch sight of the ring around her finger do you tear your eyes away. Lowering the scope. You turn your head and see John still looking at you.

"Not a threat.."

You tell him quietly.

That being the only corpse around, you rest the gun down on the seat next to you.

"Any luck on gas?"

Johnny groaned and shook his head.

"Barely anythin' in this one.. I'll have ta check tha van over there lass."

You nod in understanding.

"I'll keep my eye out. Go on."

He glances at the van, but seems hesitant to leave you in the truck. Picking up the siphon and gas can, he gives you a nod of affirmation and walks a few yards away to it. Across the street now. He knows you're not helpless, fuck you were fending just fine before you found him. But still. Now knowing what it was like in the world? Staying close to the one person who seemed to have his back felt like the right idea. He needed you, he wasn't lying when he said it at that store.

While he was off getting gas, you peek into the duffel he packed at the store. While you were food and water focus, Johnny seemed to be focused on supplies. A good balance between the two of you. You search the bag quietly, thinking of how to use the cheap, but fairly sturdy looking, tools and supplies. You throw your brows up when you find a battery powered shaver, didn't exactly seem like a necessity. Pulling it from the packaging, you find that there's already two round batteries inside.

You look up hearing John's footsteps coming back to you, you hold up the shaver and tilt your head.

"Planning on losing the beard?"

You questioned. To which he chuckles, putting down the gas canister and dusting off his hands.

"Aye, not really my style bon. I got a signature look-"

He says with a lazy grin.

You quirk a brow at him.

"A signature?"

"Mhm, a mowhawk."

Johnny says seriously, coming over to gently take the shaver from your hands. Clicking it on. You laugh and lean back a little, to which he blinks at you and crosses his arms with a smirk.

"Somethin' funny lass?"

You stop laughing and tilt your head, mouth opening after a moment.

"Oh god, you're serious? A mowhawk?"

"Aye."

"Shaving before the drive?"

You hum, leaning up comfortably against the truck door to watch him. Johnny nods, leaning against the truck next to you. Guiding the shaver over his chin and jaw. Took a little while, but he got it down to a nice scruff. Much more tame and you could see his skin clearer. Revealing a jagged small scar under his lower lip and just above his chin.

"Starin' hen?"

He quips, making you crack a smile and roll your eyes.

"You just look different is all."

You mumble. But notice his struggle at getting a good angle on shaving his head. Right.. the scar on his temple must be sensitive, hard to work around. You wave him over, reaching out to take the shaver into your hand again.

"Mowhawk right? Cmere John."

You offer.

Didn't take too much convincing, Johnny now standing between your legs. Sitting in the high truck giving you some height on the man, you could easily get the right angles. Placing a hand on the side of his head you guide the shaver through his hair, down the back of his head till the very end. Going the same in strips, getting rid of the tangled mess of the sides. You were careful around those sore stitches, fingertips grazing over the scar as you pull the shaver away each time he winces. Mumbling a few quiet apologies. The interaction is overall a near silent one, you're too focused, not wanting to hurt the scottish man. Johnny is just looking up at you through his lashes. A hand on the seat next to where you sat.

You pull back completely when you're satisfied, a thick mowhawk going down his head. Sides neatly buzzed down to a reasonable cut. It was close to winter so you left just enough fuzz on his head beside the thick strip. You brush off any of the dark brown hair from your legs.

"Well look at that.. you look a little less terrible than I thought-"

You joke with a wide smile. Making Johnny roll his eyes with a grunt.

"I'll have ye know- recruits shivered in fear seein' this hawk-"

"Oh I'm sure Sargeant."

He opens his mouth to quip back, but catches himself with a hard wince. The throbbing coarsed through his skull, letting out a tight breath as he clenched his fist on the seat next to you. Watching him you set the shaver aside.

"Easy soldier. Your meds should be around here somewhere.."

You mutter quietly, the last part mostly to yourself as you rifle through the bag. Johnny still standing in front of you.

"Dinnae worry bon-"

"Johnny, you lugged me around the entire trip. The least I can do is grab you a couple of pills."

Maybe it's your stern tone or maybe it's that having somebody care about his well being is what he needed right now. But he shuts his mouth and lets you search for the pain killers, glancing over at the road to check for any threats. He sees the corpse you mentioned, dragging along closer to them. Barely a yard closer than when you were looking. Wasn't a threat. By the time he looks back to you, you're holding a couple of white pills and a plastic water bottle out to him.

"Let these kick in and we'll be back on the road."

You give him a questioning smile.

The two of you traveled like this for weeks, settling on heading inland towards the mountainside. No matter where you were going you were going to have to travel through the city. It was a risk, a big one, but it was that or abandon the truck and walk. That wasn't exactly an option.

You and Johnny had fell into a routine, working as one unit. You would keep watch, shooting down any dead in his path when he needed to go outside the truck. Most of the time was just driving, getting gas again, continuing to drive. Nights, you two would pull over to find somewhere to stop. Usually a run down house, store, you've even stopped to sleep in a shed once. No matter how big or small, you slept in the same room, for safety of course.

You knew more of eachother too. Your ranks, call signs. Hell, you teased him the entire week when you found out his call sign was "Soap". You held your side with the most boisterous laugh he's ever heard from you.

"Aw Johnny you want me to call you suds too?"

"Awa' an bile yer heid.."

"No fucking clue what that means suds-"

Today was no different so far, sun was starting to set and gas was low again. This time you both got out of the truck, fuel was getting harder to come by. Checking each car if there was just a few drops to take at this point.

You were leaned into a chevy, turning the abandoned key to check the gas level. Sighing as it only sputtered weakly. Empty. You lean back into your chair, when Johnny calls your name you shake your head.

"Empty!"

You holler back to him. Looking to where he was checking an old pick up truck, you grit your teeth in hope he finds something. But by the way he grunts, kicks the wheel and turns away from the vehicle, it's clear it was just as barren.

Pulling back your chair from the car, you slam it's door shut. Turning back to check the car parked next to it. But your hands freeze hearing the bushes at the edge of the highway rustle. Your head snaps up. And through the windows of the car you see it. A corpse stumbling out of the woods. Gripping your rifle you raise to shoot, but your stomach drops- another corpse stumbles out. Then another. Another..

Your heart hammers in your chest. It was a fucking wave of them. You look in Johnny's direction, he was half in another car with his head down.

"John-!"

You cry out his name loudly, making him pull back to look at you instantaneously. His eyes flicker from you to the mass horde. Eyes widening. Those pretty blue eyes are panicking, he yells your name.

You start to push yourself, but just your arms and chair is only going to get you so far. He's closer to the truck.

"Get in-!"

You try to tell him. But your jaw clenches when he ignores you. Sprinting straight in your direction.

"Johnny get in the fucking truck!"

You scream. Please.

Leaving you wasn't an option to Johnny. Never was. As much as you think you could make it there before the horde, it's not a guarantee. That's not good enough for him. The cars around you were busted, Windows broken, it wouldn't be safe to hide in.

The dead are right behind you, upon realizing that the most you can do now- is turn and shoot. With your rifle you send a bullet through one- two- four- five corpses. They're getting closer. You're losing time. You can hold off a little longer. Just a little -

Your gun jams.

Flipping it around, you prepare to strike the next corpse that comes at you with the butt of the gun. But a knife plunges into the bastards forehead, before being pulled out. Next thing you know is Johnny is hoisting you up over his shoulder out of your chair. Running full speed back to the truck.

"I gotcha hen- I have ye-"

He mutters between heavy breaths.

Pulling the rifle strap over his shoulder, you reach down and pull the pistol from his back pocket. Taking down the closest corpses with some quick shots.

Getting to the truck he ripped open the back door with a pull, doing his best not to just throw you down in the back seat in his panic. As soon as he lays you back, you're grabbing him by the collar. Dragging him down right on top of you in the truck. His arm reels back, pulling the door shut. Slamming his palm down on the lock.

You both breathe heavily, your gripping his shoulders in tight fists of his shirt. Letting your head fall back on the seat.

"Fuck-"

You whisper. Johnny is equally run down, his forearms on either side of your head, holding himself up.

"Ye alright bon?"

He murmurs, you can feel his breath against the side of your head. You nod hurriedly, your hands slowly let go of his shirt, open palms resting on his back.

"I'm good.."

You whisper back.

He drops his head down on your shoulder as you two lay there catching your breath. But you jolt again as the corpses start wandering by the truck, sloppily bumping into it. There's so many out there that the vehicle sways at the passing. You pull Johnny down flat against you.

"Stay down.. They see us they'll stay pushing on the truck."

You mumble against his head. He nods into your shoulder, glaring hard at the leather beneath the two of you.

"Fuck.. The chair-"

"I'll get it bonnie. After they're gone I'll get it."

You sigh quietly and nod against him. Each shift of the truck has you tense, on a particular violent bump- your hand slides up to John's hair. Fingers knitted into his mowhawk. As all you can do is glare at the passing dead. Johnny whispers your name.

"We're alright.. they'll pass."

He soothes.

You gnaw on your lower lip. If Johnny just got in the truck, he could've left. There's enough gas that he could have gotten far from the horde- far from the shit show you're in now.

"You should've-"

"Dinnae even say it."

He bristles, already knowing the unspoken words. He sighs quietly. Turning his head you two can look at eachother from the corners of your eyes. You frown at him. He just looks at you with those same blues.

"That's never an option."

He states clearly.

You just nod slowly, your thumb mindlessly skims over the scar on his temple. It was healing a little better now through these weeks. Checking him over for any wound usually served as a good distraction these days, but this was a hard one. As each time the truck was slammed, you watch his arms tense and his fists clench. Pressing himself over you just a bit tighter, as if preparing for them to break through the doors. Use himself as a living shield. Fuckers will eat him first. He thinks. Maybe he can give them a good struggle while you fight your way out.

The sun is going down. Fuck. It'll be dark in fifteen minutes you guess. The horde is still passing, you wonder just how many of them are there. They must be from the city, wandering around in massive groups. Chasing the sounds of their own groaning, or the occasional car driving by.

"We're sleeping here for the night I guess."

You grumble under your breath. The sways of the truck is a little less violent now, but still consistent. Johnny shifts with a grunt, not wanting to hurt you, but trying to find a way to move without drawing the attention of the dead. You move with him, through small shifts and pulls. You both end up on your sides to make room.

"They probably trampled the damn thing.."

You blurt your thought. You can feel Johnny's breath on the back of your neck.

"What lass?"

"The chair. There's so many of them they probably broke it."

Johnny stays silent hearing you, you can feel his leg shift, trying to give yours some more room.

"We'll deal with it.."

"You shouldn't have to John."

You grunt.

He's quiet again. He wants to be angry with you. But it's hard to. You always manage to try to put himself before you and John just can't understand it. Half of everything he does is for you.

"Dinnae talk like that.."

He mumbles.

"We're a team yeah?"

He says.

He watches you, the way your shoulders rise. You're trying to keep him out again, you do it often. Each time he gets closer, just enough to bring you into the thought that you deserve to be put first just as much as he does. You push back just before you can start to believe it with him. No blue eyes and lopsided scottish smiles can convince you otherwise.

"You could get to the mountains faster without me-"

"I dinnae want to."

John says without a second passing. You blink at the back of the passenger seat in front of you. Sighing as your shoulders sink slowly.

"I want you safe."

"I want ye alive hen."

He responds and you don't fight him this time.

Johnny's arm winds around you, his hand open and splayed out over your stomach. This is pretty normal for him, you learned fast the big man is touchy. But all seemed just who he was, you were thankful he wasn't the creepy type. You sigh against him. Letting yourself be smothered by the scottsman.

You still remember the first time he did. He curled himself up around you at a house you both stayed the night in. You were half asleep and socked the poor bastard out of instinct, gave the man a nice bump on his jaw for a couple days. But you felt so bad that you just lifted the blanket for him and pulled him down into your hold. He just laughed it off and called you a good hit. His arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you into his chest. You called him an idiot. Yet you still held him just as close.

Now you peacefully let himself tangle up against you, a leg between yours. Arm encircling you. You sigh at the rocking of the truck. The doors are locked. You remind yourself. The dead can't get in even if they see you. With that in mind, and Johnny wrapped around you. You let your eyes close and fall asleep.

Your eyes blink open slow and heavy, the first thing you do is glance up at Johnny's face. Still asleep. Good, you know the bastard needs the rest. You've scolded him half a million times by now to get sleep at night, he's always trying to keep watch even when it's your turn to do so. You sit up slowly, his arm slipping down around your waist. Looking out the windows you let out a breath of relief. No corpses.

You look through the windows to get a good look at the highway. Clear of the dead, they definitely moved on through the woods again. The city has to be close by. You blink hearing a gutteral whimper leave the man next to you, attention completely moved to John.

His brows are furrowed, eyes squeezed shut. His chest stutters a slow breath, exhaling shakily. Your heart wrenches, he's had nightmares like this a lot lately. You can never quite pry from him what they're about. Your hand slowly slips over his chest where his heart is, rubbing soft and deep with your open palm.

"Johnny.."

You whisper.

In just that second your wrist is gripped in his strong hand, a type of hold he's never let touch you. Harsh and tight. You don't do anything against him however, just rest your free hand on top of his. Your thumb going round in soothing circles on each scarred knuckle. You waited patiently as his eyes opened and took in what was real around him.

"Easy.."

You soothe.

"Just me."

You mumble.

Johnny let's you go with a curse.

"Fuck- bon I'm sorr-"

"You know it's fine John."

You tell him sternly. Your hand comes up to skim the scar on his head again. Your lips purse in thought, it's like the man can catch you worrying. Groaning softly and patting your leg.

"It's not hurtin' I'm all good lass."

"You should take the painkiller. Don't think I haven't seen you wincing."

You tell him.

He chuckles with what you describe as a shit eating grin.

"Cannae get anything past ye?"

"No."

You say bluntly. But try to give him a little bit more of an understanding smile.

"We have to get up.. Wasting daylight is even less of an option right now. We have to get through the city."

Johnny stares up at you a little longer, his callous thumb toying with the belt loop on your jeans. Eyelashes flicking up at you.

"Aye I know.."

He whispers in response, before sitting up with a grunt. You're already putting two of those pills in his hand, holding out a water bottle too.

"Yer worse than a mum hen-"

"Yeah yeah take your pills Sargeant."

You roll your eyes at him, avoiding that pretty blue gaze of his.

You both sit just a little longer in the mornings silence.

".. This'll be hell Johnny. That city is gonna have even more than the horde last night."

You say, already picking at your nails at the thought of it. Johnny leans into the seat, handing you the bottle of water after he swallowed down his pills. Watching you take a long drink of it.

"We can get through it."

He says simply. You nod in agreement.

"We have to."

You were right. Your chair was busted. Johnny found it a couple meters away, trampled just like you thought. The wheels misshapen, the frame bent. You were in the truck waiting. Johnny gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the hood of the car next to him. Fuck. They were going to have to go through the city without a chair for you. You were going to be near constantly vulnerable.

Johnny gnawed harshly on his lower lip. He could do this. Get you both through. The town wasn't hard. If worse came to worse he would carry you on his shoulders the entire damn treck through the city, you were a good shot. He never worried about not being able to shoot when holding you, you'd never let anything close to him anyways.

He walked back to the truck, picking up the gas can on the way back. Half full. They could make through the city on that, even if they left just on fumes. Johnny poured the contents into the tank. Before tossing the siphon and canister in the bed of the truck. Walking around to get in the driver seat again.

Shutting the door he looks over to find you already staring back at him. You raise a brow. He shakes his head.

"Chairs fucked."

He confirms. You take a deep breath and nod. Clearing your throat you look forward at the highway. You can already see the buildings of the city.

"I trust you. We can do this."

You say. Johnny watches you for another moment, his hand comes over to squeeze your knee. Before starting the truck and driving forward.

{Some fluff before the hell to come. I'm so glad you guys seem to be enjoying this! Definitely got more planned! If you need a hint. The next chapter will be called "Hell and High Water"♥️}

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[twst-drabbles]

Lilia 9

Summary: Tracking down a pack of stealing faeries, General Lilia finds their path ending on a lone human being forcibly bathed.

(A reminder that I am not a spoiler-free blog. I tend to read ahead and skip around for my entertainment. That being said, time travel shenanigans with the Janitor who gets caught up in all this. Is it canon to the Janitor AU? Probably not but the thought is fun.)

Soaps. Since when has Lilia ever heard of those little faeries, those pixies sneaking into stores and flea markets for the sake of stealing soaps? It’s not unusual for them to pick and take what they like. He’s had a number of sugar cookies stolen right from his hand just as the grateful citizens stuffed them in his palm. The faeries love for sweets would rival that troublesome princess’s love for her egg.

Lilia usually isn’t one to deal with smaller problems such as these, as they resolve themselves, but pixies are unusually sensitive to scents, to the point of avoiding cities and villages alike. For them to go out of their way to steal these scented soaps tells Lilia that something was wrong. Off. While the signals are usually more subtle, often the little faeries are the first to know of incoming danger.

Lilia only hopes this wasn’t the case.

Hiding his presence among the leaves in this forested area was second nature to him. He didn’t have the hollow bones of birds, but his steps would tell one otherwise. If even the pixies can’t tell he’s tailing them, then who was he to deny the claims?

Ahead of him was a light in this dark night, and in his ears Lilia heard the rush of a river. He took a deep breath in just as the water pixie dipped out of sight with their hoard of coin-like soaps. However, rather than the crisp scent of midnight grass and river water, Lilia was hit with the sharp smell of roiling magic.

It was the likes that Lilia has only witnessed when the princess was well and truly fed up.

“Ah, that’s too hot!”

In his concentration, the blunt sound of voice nearly made Lilia’s heel slip from a branch.

“Oh, these next? Alright, hand them here. Let’s hope it gets the smell out,” landing on the nearest tree, Lilia spots an immaculate white tub with clawed feet right below the gaze of a tree house that may as well be mansion. Inside the mess of bubbles that covered everything except for the face was you, a lone human surrounded by faeries with their little arms hauling the soaps they’ve stole.

A human? Here? You’d basically be a sitting duck in this location, and yet here you are, unmarked, cursed by no one, and actually being bathed by them?

The water pixie Lilia was tailing dropped the silver soap into the tub. Another surge of bubbles came forth and overflowed the tub, blue in color. A triplet of wood faeries carried a brown bucket over your head before dumping water to rinse you off.

You wiped the water from your eyes with a sigh, “Nope. I still stink of magic. Let’s try the next one.”

The water faerie jingled out their tune of frustration, a quick and harsh number. You picked up a handful of bubbles before blowing them at their feet.

“I’m sure I’ll get back to smell like my old self eventually. It was a crazy reaction of spells that interacted, so it is going to take some time.”

The water faerie landed on your palm, sneezed and flew right back to the branches, only to come face to face with Lilia in his mask. The poor little thing screamed.

It’s easy to come to the belief that the smaller the fae, the less powerful they are. To the ignorant, it’s the truth, but for people such as Lilia, with their small size comes a certain amount of finesse that not even the princess would be able to replicate. It’s why they can combine their forces so well to make the forest yawn open to expose his location and manipulate the river current to aim right at him.

Too bad Lilia’s dealt with his fair share of angered pixies. With a leap, soared over the water and landed the tips of his toes on the edge of your tub.

“Never would I see the day,” Lilia leaned down to your stiff face, “that a human would receive the favor of the faeries. How did you do that, Human?”

Perhaps this was trick, or a mistake of some kind. Humans would have to resort to such things, of that Lilia wouldn’t be shocked by. Creatures with lives as short as yours are often so protective of their own flesh, so, one would have to forgive Lilia for being caught off guard when you kicked his feet and had him land face first into the water.

“At least let me get a towel first,” you grumbled out as you reached over a pulled it off the grass, “I don’t need anymore stress. Things are already tiresome and confusing as they are.”

It seems that General Lilia has found himself in the company of rather interesting human.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #lilia #lilia vanrouge #janitor au #time travel shenanigans

[nudibutch]

hi, you mentioned modifying lemon orzo pasta w arugula a little while ago, i was wondering if you have a base lemon orzo pasta recipe you could share? no worries if not, have a good weekend!

hi!!! yes its super easy!!! this is my "i have no energy" easy meal. recipe is as follows:

ingredients

- orzo

- lemon juice

- butter

- parmesan cheese

- your green of choice

- your protein of choice (chicken, fish, or plant protein like chickpeas usually go best with lemon. not sure about beans.)

- freshly cracked black pepper (highly prefer over pre-ground)

- garlic powder, onion powder, salt

steps

1. boil a pot of water and cook orzo as instructed on package. i usually cook mine for 7 min

2. drain orzo, return to pot. in the pot, add butter to taste

3. put orzo in bowl. add your green of choice and protein of choice. add seasonings to taste. mix. add lemon juice to taste. stir. add parmesan to taste. stir. add parmesan on top to finish. ta da!!!

4. i usually cook 1 lb orzo (in the states, usually 1 whole bag) and store the leftovers (no seasoning/lemon added, just buttered) in the fridge. whenever i want a bowl, i just microwave a portion and the butter helps keep it from sticking/drying out, and retains flavor. then i add all my ingredients as in #3. this usually gives me about 5 or 6 meals.

as a cost per serving example: (1 lb orzo ~$1, 8 oz smoked salmon (my protein of choice) ~$9, 1/2 bag arugula ~$1, 1/3 container parm ~$1-2)/5 = ~$2.60 per serving, which is pretty lit.

you dont have to do greens or protein, obvs, but i like to for a well-balanced meal and also to help prevent me from feeling bogged down due to carb/butter load. (the greens esp help with this.) i originally made this with spinach as my green, but i much prefer arugula now due to its flavor complimenting the tang of parm and lemon. you could also do this with broccoli, peas, kale.... whatever you prefer. greens + lemon + seasonings is a pretty solid combo.

#its delicious!!! and the greens rlly do help with preventing that high carb sluggish feeling after #its da fiber #helps ur digestive tract #also gets some micro nutrients in there #there are more sophisticated ways of making this recipe. like actually making a lemon butter sauce #you can find those online #but this is how i kinda cheat that while getting the same flavor without all the extra work #answered #anonymous

[ms-nesbit]

Sweet home chicago (jason todd x afab!reader)

chapter one

Rating: 18+

Warnings: eventual smut, swearing, father figure dick grayson, skater tim drake, sad jason todd :(

Summary: dick and tim trick jason into taking a vacation in chicago. There, he meets someone he hopes to never forget.

Note: im sorry for dipping, yall. I really had some important things to take care of.

ao3

Amber and rose peeked through the hedge between the array of buildings on Michigan Avenue. Jason blended himself with the sea of tourists and chic aristocrats. He didn’t necessarily stick out like a sore thumb, as there were a few Chicagoans dressed casually like him; even in the late-November evening, he sported his signature red hoodie and straight fit jeans, tattered and dirty near the hem. No matter what, he wanted to appear mildly stressed, only mildly, so as to not draw more attention to himself than his six-foot-four frame already did.

He wondered how he got here. Was it the phone call from Dick, or the two dozen from Tim? Could it have been neither, and he perhaps wanted to rush the plane during the busiest season, nudged in a lousy middle seat between an obnoxious preteen and a middle-aged woman watching poorly edited, extremist conservative media? To be fair, Jason treated himself to Portillo’s once he left the airport - a well-earned reward for not lashing out at the self-absorbed individuals beside him.

He stepped briskly, moving in sync with the less-anxious of the crowd toward the shopping district notoriously named Magnificent Mile. On his left ear, he heard the excitement in the tune of indistinguishable conversations and the season’s final water taxis boarding; in his right, a wireless earbud, softly playing his childhood favorite, Diana Ross and the Supremes.

Once he reached the other end of the bridge, he strolled to the sidewalk in front of Tribune Tower, pulling his phone out and indiscreetly sending a message of his coordinates to-

A call. “As much as I love the smell of fish, garbage, and the crooked CPD, why did you and Tim want me here?” Jason was more curious than upset, but he’d rather not disclose his true feelings to his brothers.

“C’mon, Jay, it’s the Windy City! You ever been to Chicago?” Dick asked. “Beautiful everything here. Tim’s at the Van store up the street, and I’m grabbing a slice of pizza across from ya. You wanna come over and get a slice, grumpy? You get a little hangry sometimes.”

Jason sighed, and his stomach grumbled in response to the offer. “Alright, but I’m not goin’ outside. I sat next to some wackjob on the flight who sounded like she needed to be in the looney bin, and I’m not lookin’ to make friends.” As he spoke, he quickly turned his head before dashing across the busy street, waving off a car blaring its horn at him. “What’do’ey have?”

“How about you see?” Dick approached Jason, smiling mischievously. Jason ended the call, moving his eyes to Dick’s hands behind his back. “Guess what I got?”

“Dick, I’m not in the mood for games-”

“Ta-da!” Dick shifted in his coat, revealing a white box with a drawn pizza and the name Lou Malnati’s on it. Jason pretended like his mouth didn’t water at the smell of grease and garlic. “I had ‘em make a classic cheese with those square slices. How about we sit down on the riverfront and talk?”

And talk. No matter the temptation, be it a buttery, gooey pizza right under Jason’s nose, he still believed it wasn’t worth the compromise of having to make more than small talk with others. “Listen, Dickie, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about-”

“Dude, this isn’t about Artemis, if that’s what you’re about to say.” Dick shrugged in his beige peacoat, a piece of his thick, navy, knitted cardigan spilling from his waist. “I just want to, y’know, see if you want to go to this thing tonight.”

Jason cocked a brow in his theatrical manner. “So you and Tim badgered me, had me fly all the way to goddamn Chicago, all to just talk over some overpriced pizza?” Around him, he felt the glare of customers, but he doubled down, giving them knowing looks. “I’ve been here. Want a real place? Go to the goddamn place off Clark and Dickens. You’ll thank me later.”

Dick rolled his eyes, already tired by Jason’s heels in the sand. “Always gotta be a drama queen. Just…come with me. I’ll explain once we’re out of earshot.” His voice was hushed, signaling Jason to follow suit. They walked together to the riverwalk, sitting on the cold high-risen edging. Dick delicately opened the lid of the box, revealing the savory American delicacy and motioning for Jason to take the first slice.

Once Jason reached for the slice, taking his first bite and stretching the rosemary-seasoned cheese from its bed atop the crust, Dick began. “Tim and I were thinking that the three of us could use a break.” Jason grumbled indistinctly into his pizza slice, swirling the string of cheese around his tongue in a tight noose. “Bruce has been a handful lately - I mean, he always is - and I think it would be a good lesson for him to finally be on his own instead of taking us for granted, y’know?”

Jason nodded, rearranging his food to one side of his mouth so he could speak with the other. “You do know that Bruce is probably better off without me, right? Since I-” he swallowed the food, kissing the excess sauce and garlic from his teeth, “leave a ‘pretty big mess’, as he says.”

“You also help. Gang-related crime decreased about 37 percent when Red Hood regularly patrolled, and the Gotham Gazette did a poll, based on before and after Red: thanks to Red Hood, 6 out of 10 female Gothamites feel safe walking home at night, compared to the 3 out of 10 prior to Red Hood’s introduction.”

The statistic surprised Jason. He was used to the smearing from Justice League’s best, so it was nice to hear a compliment for a change. “And Timmy’s on board with this?” He didn’t hesitate to take a second slice, while Dick left the pizza untouched.

“He was the one who coined it.” Dick looked out at the river, mildly put off by Jason’s shameless eating habits. “We were patrolling one night and he just said it out of the blue. I get it, though.” He pursed his lips, staring wistfully. “I couldn’t tell you before because then you wouldn’t agree to it.”

Dick was right: when he’d offer to take Jason in after they reconciled, Jason refused. Though not Bruce’s blood son, Jason was comparably stubborn, sometimes surpassing the Dark Knight. “And where are we gonna stay?”

“That’s the best part.” Dick finally reached for a slice, folding it in half and dipping a chunk into his mouth to cut from the slice. “Tim hacked into Bruce’s business travel account and used some of his points to book a stay at some fancy place called Waldalf…lemme check.” Dick reached into his peacoat pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the reservation. He continued to chew, as did Jason, and Dick leaned over to show Jason the reservation email. “Astoria. It’s a couple of blocks here, I think. Worst case, we can just use a taxi or Uber there or something.”

“I’m banned from using Uber.” Jason said nonchalantly, squinting at the details on Dick’s pristine phone screen before looking the name up for himself. “I can walk as long as I can have another slice.”

Dick blinked at Jason blankly before glancing at the remnants of the pizza. “Take the small one right there.” Removing a wrinkled, discolored restaurant napkin from his back pocket, Jason snatched the slice with an asymmetrical, genuine smile, now holding a slice in each hand. Dick bit his tongue in his mouth to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn’t held a slice in his, he would have snapped a photo to send to the family group chat. “We’re already checked in, so just bring whatever luggage you have with you.”

Jason looked up from his slices like a deer in the headlights. “Sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything other than the usual.” With a slice, he vaguely gestured to his dirty clothes.

“I was…expecting that.” Dick chuckled lightly. “I brought you some clothes so you could go out and enjoy yourself for a change.” He spotted Jason’s eye roll. “You’re in your twenties, for crying out loud. Enjoy yourself! Make a friend. Would it kill you to just live?”

As Jason shook his head, a few strands of grey fell from his messily combed back hair and onto his forehead. “What, is coming back from the dead and seeking vengeance to blood-thirsty psychopaths not living?”

“No, it’s not.” a voice came from the other side of the riverwalk, by the bustling street: a lanky-built male, wearing a beige Santa Cruz sweatshirt and dark jeans, strolled on his skateboard toward the brothers. “And by the way, Jason, you look no different than the bourgeoisie skimming the racks at Urban Outfitters over there.” Jason’s frown dropped at Tim, already bugged by him. “Me and Dick were basically wanting you to, y’know, socialize like a normal human being. I know you’re an introvert, I get that, but you’ve gotta, y’know…converse.”

 Jason stood from the platform, brushing the suggestion from his broad shoulders. “Jesus, and you wonder why I don’t want to hang out with you guys.” he made an excuse and walked back toward Michigan Ave, finishing his slices along the way.

“By the way, Dick.” Tim nudged Dick with his elbow, showing him a photo of zoomed-in Jason, a few minutes earlier, smiling goofily with his two slices of pizza pie.

Dick erupted into laughter, doubling over and nearly knocking over the box.

-

“You got the terrace suite?” Jason muttered in blustering shock. “Bruce is going to be so pissed.” His lips stretched into a wide smile.

He plopped onto the sleeper sofa, sprawling his limbs out to relax. Dick assigned Jason to the couch (“Finder’s keepers!”), while Dick and Tim each slept in their separate rooms. “We already received a warning about how you’re dressed, Jason, so if you could please promptly change into something more appropriate, I’m sure this stay would be more enjoyable for all of us.” Dick managed to remain calm while conveying, despite the fatherly-level of disappointment underneath his skin.

Heeding Dick’s advice, Jason made his way to Dick’s room, where he opened up the luggage Dick neatly packed for him: a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of socks and boxer briefs (all red, for continuity’s sake), along with a lightweight, tightly knitted sweater, t-shirt, long-sleeve undershirts, and two pairs of slacks (one beige, one black). Jason sighed halfheartedly, bummed by the array chosen for him. He knew, of course, it was his responsibility to select his own attire, but of course he’d forgotten it, lost in the chaos of his everyday life; Dick anticipated Jason’s reaction, and packed something nonetheless, and although grateful, Jason still hesitated to express it.

While Tim and Dick explored the depths of downtown, Jason immersed himself into the room, quietly exploring the channels that Astoria offered.

Knock, knock. “Housekeeping!”

Jason yelled back, “Come in.” while munching on a bag of corn chips on the couch, eyes lasered on the television screen.

The housekeeper, wearing a black and sky blue uniform, pushed his trolley in. “Are you enjoying your stay, Sir?”

Jason shrugged. “My ma was a housekeeper for a bit. Don’t worry about the ‘sir’ stuff, it’s all good.” The response was new to the employee, who stood for a moment before excusing himself to clean the bathroom and bedrooms.

“Sir,” the housekeeper returned, gripping the trolley behind him with a single hand. “Would you mind vacating the room while I clean, or should I return if you are…busy?”

Jason looked at the chip crumbs on his hoodie before looking back at the housekeeper. “I’ve no problem leaving. I’ve gotta change, so I’ll go the other room. Could you just lock the door when you leave?”

“Absolutely, Sir.” the housekeeper said before Jason shut the bathroom door, slacks and sweater in hand.

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Stepping out from the courtyard of the hotel premises, Jason wandered down the corner, unable to prevent himself from making grotesque faces at the high-end stores nearby. The breeze chilled the skin on his face to the point where it eventually felt like he was kissed by needles, and he unlocked his phone to find a place to settle down and (hopefully) eat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an approaching blotch of yellow and blue, to which he immediately hailed down. A taxi parked along the curb, and Jason hopped in. “Could you please take me away from here? Some place with some good food?”

The driver gave Jason a look of uncertainty, pondering before nodding and starting the meter.

Jason sat back and relaxed as giant metallic letters standing proudly on top of clear, godliness glass storefronts began to disappear, one by one, until they were replaced with bulletins and signs, and tented storefronts matched with painted, worn down brickwork.

He exhaled in relief. Despite living with Bruce and his luxurious lifestyle, the unspoken language of wealth was still foreign to Jason. He didn’t understand why the affluent would whisper, and why evil would poison their tongue and burn away at their heart once their financial wealth accrued.

After slipping the taxi driver a couple of hundred dollar bills, Jason abruptly left the vehicle, reading the name of the restaurant to himself. “Like the song…?” he asked the driver, who nodded.

“Different spelling, different things.”

Jason inhaled nasily, chest rising. “Alrighty, thanks, man.”

The driver nodded once again before waving and merging back into traffic. Jason entered the restaurant and was instantly greeted with sweet and savory notes, causing Jason’s stomach to cramp in pain. He walked up to the counter, so clean that he could almost make his reflection out, and waited for an employee to serve him. While he waited, he studied the menu: sandwiches, soups, and more appetizers to choose from. He chewed on his bottom lip, distressed when deciding between pasteles (mix of plantain mix and meat, wrapped in a banana leaf) or mofongo (stuffed plantain).

“When you’re ready, I can take you.” A voice notified him as he stood like a bronze statue before the menu.

He didn’t take his eyes off the photos above the counter. “Sorry about this, I’m a first timer - what are your pasteles filled with?”

“Usually pork or chicken, but we make them with cheese now since there are some vegetarians.”

“Could I have just pasteles, one with cheese filling and one with chicken?” Jason asked.

The clerk pressed a button on the register, which was a tablet with a brightly lit screen. “Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Yeah, and…pastellitos de guayaba? Can I have that, too? And water.”

The clerk pressed the screen a few times, noting down Jason’s order. “Of course. For here or to go?”

Jason finally tore his eyes from the menu to look at the clerk, and his mouth fell open at the sight of the clerk: hair was tightly curled, coiled from their roots; lips plump and glossy, appearing much more enticing to Jason than the food he ogled at.

“Here.” he stuttered, feeling heat rise up to his neck. The clerk smiled at him, and they placed their hand on their wide hip, bringing Jason’s eye to it.

“It’ll be ready in a bit. We’ll bring it to your seat, yeah? Sientate.” They motioned with their nose at the dining area, a selection of polished wooden chairs and tables to choose from.

Before he could ask for their name, the clerk rushed to the kitchen of the restaurant, repeating his order to the rest of the staff. Jason watched them walk away, their bottom half swaying in the leggings they wore, before he realized his leering and chose an empty seat and table near the colorful mural.

Thoughts rushed to the tall man’s head, some impure ones welcoming themselves for the first time since he and Artemis parted. Their relationship was, in short, complicated, and neither of them were fully transparent toward another, leading to the inevitable diffusion of the once-kindled fire; it didn’t break Jason’s heart, but rather disappointed him, and he felt that his fate of inescapable loneliness was encapsulated.

The clerk reappeared from the kitchen, holding two plates of food. They walked past Jason, ignoring whatever eye contact he attempted to make at them, and attended to the table diagonally from his. “Y te quedas a tu mama, ok?” They spoke warmly but sternly to the couple, before leaving with a grin. “And you,” they pointed at Jason, “your pastellios should be ready in one to two minutes, okay?”

Jason nodded frantically, popping an optimistic grin. “Can’t wait.”

“I know.” they winked at Jason before turning back around and walking through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. Jason felt something distant in his stomach. Perhaps hunger?

In a few minutes, the mysterious clerk returned, holding what Jason hoped was his food. When they arrived at his table, settling the plates down delicately before handing him cutlery and a glass, he beamed first at the food, then at the beautiful clerk. He didn’t know which he was more excited for. “Thank you!”

“Not a problem.” they returned his smile, eyes glistening at him. “Our chef is working on something else for you to carry out, free of charge. Can’t let you starve out on us, right, big guy?” their eyes briefly scanned Jason’s figure, which caused Jason’s cheeks to flush a bright pink.

They’re hitting on me, the fuck. “Thanks! I was hoping maybe I can come back, get your name?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” their voice dipped an octave, and Jason swore he felt his pants tighten under the table. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “How about I save you the trouble and tell ya now, that way next time you can take me out for dessert?”

Jason smirked at them, slowly checking their figure out before focusing his attention back on their eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s y/n.” they purred, reaching their hand to rest on Jason’s bicep. Their skin was soft, yet calloused. “And you are…?”

“Jason.” he grinned. “Sorry, I’m new at this.”

“Don’t worry.” they assured. “I’m here if you need anything. And if you decide to take me on that offer, my number is in the check right there.” they pointed to the black checkbook beside the plates of food. Jason’s skin was burning under their touch, and when y/n had to leave, Jason felt a twinge of sadness when they retracted their hand.

Unraveling his cutlery from the napkin, Jason made sure to make an important phone call before his vacation ended.

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Everything

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 11 - Gift Giving

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: fluff, sappiness, sfw, 800 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers)

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet.  Patience, duckweed.”  Mountain laughed when Rain let out a little huff.  He was in the passenger seat, pouting and blindfolded while Mountain took him to a surprise he had in store.  “We’re almost there.”

“Why couldn’t you have given it to me at my place?”

“Because it’s at my place and,”  He reached out and tapped the tip of Rain’s nose, jerking his hand away when the water ghoul tried to nip it.  “You were coming over tonight anyway.”

Rain didn’t respond but Mountain could see a little pink staining his cheeks.  The truth was Rain had been staying over practically every night and Mountain didn’t have a single problem with it.  If he had his way, Rain would never leave the farmhouse.  On the rare nights they weren’t together Mountain had trouble sleeping without Rain curled up against his side.  

It was really too soon to even think about it but Mountain wanted Rain there permanently.  He wanted to wake up to him every morning and have him in his arms every night.  They just fit together and even in the moments where they’ve had disagreements they’ve been respectful.  Everything about them worked and was perfect and Mountain had decided to take the first steps to get Rain to move in.

Which is where the gift came in.

When they got there Rain had impatiently jumped out of the truck, Mountain jogging over to his side to take his hands.  There was some laughter as Mountain led him inside.  Possibly a few times he purposefully knocked him into something just to mess with him.  Thankfully at the point Rain’s nose was doing that adorable scrunched up thing it did when he was angry they finally got to their destination.

“Alright.  You ready?”  When Rain nodded he gently tugged the blindfold off and let Rain take it in.  “Ta da!”

Rain was silent as he looked around the room, his room now if he wanted.  The sunroom had always been the one room Mountain hadn’t done much with.  It ended up being an extra greenhouse for him for the most part but after finishing the expansion on his actual greenhouse a month ago he had been able to clear things up.  He had been debating on its uses when he had seen Rain putting his easel outside one morning.  

“I don’t…”  Rain took a few steps forward, his eyes first entranced by all the light coming in through the windows.  He paused in front of the easel Mountain had made for him, complete with the fanciest chair he could find in Lucifer’s Hollow.  “What’s happening?”

“Well, I was able to clear out the plants,”  He gave Rain a sheepish smile when the ghoul looked at the handful of plants hanging from the ceiling and sitting in various corners.  “Some of the plants.  And I’ve noticed you’ve been painting outside a lot so I started thinking that a space with a lot of light would be perfect.”

“So, I’m supposed to paint in here?”

Mountain was starting to get a sinking feeling but he pressed on.  Maybe Rain wasn’t on the same page as him but Mountain wasn’t going to shy away from how he was feeling.

“Yes.  If you want to.”  He walked up to Rain, relieved when the water ghoul didn’t move.  “I made you the easel and Aurora helped me pick out some other supplies for you.”

“You made this?”  Rain’s eyes widened when Mountain nodded and he pulled away to run his fingers across the smooth wood.  “You made this for me?”

“It’s all for you, duckweed.”  Fuck it, he was gonna lay everything out right now.  “The room.  The farmhouse.  Me.”

“Mountain…”

“I love you and I want you here all the time.  I want to deal with you being crabby as hell before you get coffee.”  He ignored Rain’s indignant ‘hey!’ and continued,  “I want to find drops of paint everywhere.  I want to see you chasing the goats around when they get out.  But most of all Rain, I want you here.  With me.”

“I have never been crabby a day in my life.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Mountain, this is just,”  When Rain turned away a cold feeling started to creep through his chest.  It was too soon, he was going to scare Rain off.  He was going to scare away the greatest thing that had ever hap–  “Okay.”

“What?”  

“I said…okay.  As in, yes I’ll accept your easel and your sunroom.”  Rain walked up to Mountain and wrapped his arms around the earth ghoul’s waist.  “I’ll also take everything else.”

“Even me?”

Rain smiled, rising up on his toes to give Mountain a soft kiss.  One that was full of so much promise and love that Mountain wanted to say a thousand prayers to the Olde One in thanks.

“Especially you.”

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Bánh bao chay (Vietnamese vegetable dumplings)

Bánh bao are an iteration on the Chinese da bao (大包) brought to Vietnam by Cantonese immigrants. Like da bao, bánh bao are commonly filled with some combination of minced meat, Chinese sausage, and hard-boiled eggs; however, some versions of bánh bao are also made with Vietnamese vegetables, herbs, and flavorings. Vegetarian bánh bao (bánh bao chay) may have no filling, a filling consisting of a variety of vegetables, or a filling of sweetened beans or sweet potato.

This recipe combines Vietnamese vegetables, herbs, spices, and sauces with Vietnamese meat substitutes to make a well-rounded filling that's equal parts umami and fresh. The yeasted, enriched dough is tasty, fluffy, and light, but still has enough structure to hold up against the filling.

Recipe under the cut!

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Makes 16-20; serves 6.

Ingredients:

For the dough:

4 cups + 2 Tbsp (500g) all-purpose flour

2 tsp (7g) active dry yeast

7 Tbsp (90g) granulated sugar

1/2 tsp salt

2 tsp (10g) baking powder (optional)

2 Tbsp (16g) cornstarch (optional)

1 - 1 1/4 cup (135-295 mL) lukewarm soy or oat milk, or water

1 Tbsp cooking oil

The basic components of this dough are flour, yeast, sugar, salt, oil, and milk. The baking powder is added to help with leavening; the cornstarch works to create a light, fluffy dough that will not become soggy when filling is added.

For the filling:

1 large carrot (100g)

4-inch piece (120g) cassava root / yuca

1 cup (100g) shiitake or wood-ear mushrooms, diced

4 large pieces (50g) sườn non chay, or 1/2 cup diced or crumbled chả lụa chay

1/2 cup water + 1/2 tsp vegetarian 'chicken' broth concentrate (optional)

50g tofu skin (đậu hủ ky)

1 red onion, minced

5 cloves garlic, chopped

4-5 chives or scallions, finely chopped

1 tsp freshly ground black pepper

1/2 tsp sugar, or to taste

1/2 tsp salt, or to taste

2 tsp bột nêm chay, ground to a powder (optional)

1 1/2 tsp fermented bean paste + 1/2 tsp light soy sauce (or 2 tsp vegetarian fish sauce)

2 tsp vegetarian oyster sauce

1/4 cup soybean oil, peanut oil, or other cooking oil, divided

Sườn non chay (roughly, “vegetarian ribs”) is a meat replacement made of textured soy protein. It may be found in bags online or in the pantry / dried goods section at your local Asian grocery store—the bags will be labelled “sườn non chay” as well as “vegan meat slice,” ��textured soy bean protein,” “vegetarian food,” or “vegan food.” Most sườn non chay are large and pale in color, but they sometimes come in "beef" or "pork" styles—the difference is not the flavoring but rather the size, shape, and coloring of the pieces. In my experience, the "beef" ones are more darkly colored, and both "beef" and "pork" styles are smaller in size and thinner in shape than the non-specific ones, which I often use to replace chicken.

Chả lụa chay is a vegetarian version of a Vietnamese pork sausage. It can be found in the form of a large loaf in the refrigerator section of a Vietnamese or Asian grocery store. It will be labelled "chả lụa chay" or "gio lụa chay," as well as "vegetarian pork roll," "wheat meat," or "vegetarian food."

Đậu hủ ky, or tofu skin, is prepared by taking the film off of a batch of tofu as it sets. Tofu skin may be purchased fresh or dried, in sheets or in sticks: for the purposes of this recipe, any kind will work! Chinese tofu skin produced for sale abroad may be labelled "dried beancurd sticks."

Bột nêm is a Vietnamese seasoning sold in powder or granule form. Vegetarian ("chay") versions of the seasoning may contain shiitake mushroom, lotus seeds, carrots, tomatoes, and kohlrabi, as well as salt and MSG. It can be purchased in pouches or boxes from an Asian grocery store, or you can use any other vegetable stock powder.

Fish sauce and oyster sauce are common inclusions in pork fillings for bánh bao but are often simply omitted from vegetarian ones. I've used vegetarian substitutes for these ingredients—if you don't have vegetarian imitation fish or oyster sauce, just increase the amount of salt, sugar, and bột nêm to taste.

Instructions:

For the dough:

1. Heat 1 cup (135mL) non-dairy milk to lukewarm in a saucepan or in the microwave. Stir in the yeast to dissolve. if you’re not sure your yeast is alive, proof it by allowing to stand for 10 minutes—it should foam.

2. Add the baking powder, sugar, and salt and whisk to dissolve.

3. In a large bowl, whisk together flour and cornstarch. Pour in the milk mixture and mix well to combine. Add additional milk 1 tsp at a time if it remains too dry to combine. The dough should be slightly tacky but not sticky.

3. Add oil and knead by hand until dough is smooth and elastic, about 10 minutes. Cover with plastic wrap and allow to rise in a warm place for about 3 hours until doubled in size. If you live in a cold climate and don't have a proofing drawer, heat your oven on the lowest setting for a few minutes, turn it off, and then proof the dough in the oven.

For the filling:

1. Prepare the proteins. Soak the tofu skin (if you're using dried) and sườn non chay in cool water for about half an hour until rehydrated (or simmer them for a shorter amount of time). They are fully hydrated once flexible and a couple shades lighter. Gently squeeze the water out. Dice tofu skin; rip sườn non chay into small pieces lengthwise and then dice widthwise.

2. Prepare the vegetables. Peel cassava root and carrot. Cut both into a fine julienne, or grate them. Dice the mushrooms; mince the red onion; chop the garlic.

3. Cook the filling. Heat oil in a large skillet on medium. Add the garlic and sauté until fragrant.

4. Add the red onion and continue to sauté until fragrant and slightly softened. Add black pepper, bột nêm, and salt and allow to cook another 30 seconds.

5. Add carrot, cassava, mushrooms, chả lụa chay (if using), and tofu skin and stir to combine. Reduce heat to low and cook, stirring often, until tender. Remove from pan.

6. If using sườn non chay: in the same pan, fry sườn non chay in 3 Tbsp of cooking oil on medium until they’ve absorbed the oil. Whisk 'chicken' stock concentrate into a small amount of hot water, then add the stock into the pan. Cook until mostly dry.

Soaking in water, deep frying in oil, then simmering in a flavored broth is the typical Vietnamese preparation of sườn non chay. The simmering in stock could potentially be skipped if you're including vegetarian oyster and/or fish sauce, but personally I find that dried soy products benefit from being soaked or simmered in something other than water.

7. Mix sườn non chay in with other filling ingredients, salt, sugar, sauces, and chives.

To assemble:

1. Turn dough out from its proofing bowl and gently divide into two even parts. Cover the half you're not using and gently roll the other out into a log of even width. Use a dough cutter or sharp knife to divide the log into 8 or 10 even pieces.

2. Place each disc of dough on its side and roll it out into a circle about 5" (13cm) in diameter. The edges of the circle should be much thinner than the center, since the edges will be bundled up and folded together.

3. The folding method is the same as for baozi and momos. Hold a wrapper in the palm of your non-dominant hand and add a couple tablespoons of filling (if you’re not experienced with making dumplings, it may be easier to add less). While pressing the filling down with your non-dominant thumb, use your other hand to pinch pleated folds in the dough all the way around the circle of the wrapper. Remove your thumb and make one last fold to close the bao. Pinch firmly at the place where all the pleats come together (where the drawstring would be if it were a drawstring pouch) and give a small twist to seal.

4. Set each finished bao on a small square of parchment paper on a baking sheet or in a steamer and lightly cover with plastic wrap or a light kitchen towel. Continue folding until you have formed all of the bao.

To steam:

1. Place a bamboo steamer in the bottom of a wok or large pot, and fill the wok with enough cool water to cover the bottom rim of the steamer by ½". If you've added baking powder to your dough, you may add a splash of vinegar to the water to help neutralise the dough's pH and combat yellowing of the dough.

If you’re using a metal steamer, tie a kitchen towel around its lid to prevent condensation from dipping back down onto the dumplings. Carefully place the bao, along with their parchment paper squares, into the steamer, leaving an inch or so between each one. They will expand as they steam!

If you don’t have a steamer, place a small bowl in the bottom of a wok or large, deep pan or pot. Place the dumplings, with their parchment paper squares, on a plate and place the plate on top of the bowl–the plate should fit inside your pot. Make sure that you can cover the plate and dumplings with a lid. If your lid is domed, there is no need for a kitchen towel, since the condensation will run down towards the outer rim. If your lid is flat, tie a tea towel around it just as you would with a metal steamer. Fill your cooking vessel with 2 or so centimeters of cool water.

2. Raise the heat to high and allow the water to come to a boil. Once boiling, lower the heat to medium-low and cover your steamer or pot. Steam the dumplings for about 8 minutes, until the dough is tender and cooked through. Keep finished bao warm in a covered casserole dish in an oven on low while you steam the others.

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The image of the sea can take on many forms, and its moods are ever changing. From many harrowing tales, you know that it can be a thing of rage and chaos, tempests blowing and waves crashing upon rocks and ship. Yet, some days it can be peaceful and calm, the undulations of the water like gentle rocking that can lull one to sleep. Just the sound of the ocean breeze and the distant calls of seabirds. Add warm rays of sunlight, and you got a very relaxing time! However, such tranquility does not last long, as inevitably the weather will go sour and the winds and waves will grow nasty. Or in other cases, some local marine life may decide that they have had enough of this boring ol "peace" and "quiet," and mix up the scene by blowing things up.

If there is ever chaos, carnage and lots of loud booms coming from the ocean, it could be a violent storm, or perhaps a pod of explosive troublemakers passing through. The species I am talking about is known as the Bombardier Whale, which should give you a clue about their whole deal. Well, a bit of the lie there, actually. Forgive me for being me, but I have to point out the wrongness in their name, because Bombardier Whales are not whales! They're dolphins! And I already know people are like "what's the difference?" as if I am being unreasonable here, but there is a difference! I mean, just look at them! Isn't it obvious?! Oh I would gladly go into it, but I already know Eucella is readying her quill at this hint of a rambling tangent, so I shall abstain for now. Lets just say, the Bombardier Whale is actually a dolphin, pretend its a fun fact and move on.

So a Bombardier Whale has your basic dolphin anatomy, where if you picture the typical dolphin in your mind, you are almost there in imagining a Bombardier. The major changes to them is, first, their humped backs. A big mound of blubber and muscle that sits upon their back, from which a comically small dorsal fin sticks out from. Then there is the "armor plating," which is actually hardened hide and fat. These dense chunks may not be armor that can deflect a blade, but it can eat a whole lot of damage while keeping all the vital stuff underneath free of harm. These plates are found on their head, running down their backs and on their bellies as well. Once you got those two features added to your mental dolphin, all you got to do is paint it blue, add a ludicrous amount of scars to it and TA-DA! A Bombardier Whale!

With a body so packed with muscle and blubber, combined with toughened hide, you imagine this species is quite the brawler! All this mass is surely for vicious battles and taking foes head on! Of course, you would only be saying that if you didn't know their name, because in truth, all this is to help them survive their own signature weaponry! While other cetaceans may use more basic forms of hunting prey, like filter feeding or simply chasing them down, the Bombardier Whale instead relies on something a lot more flashy and explosive! In their head, the Bombardier Whale creates a potent chemical that is stored in sacs connected to their blow hole. This secretion is currently stable in this form, with no worries of any accidents! That is because it requires a couple more components to reach its deadly potential! You see, the lining of the tubes that connect these sacs to their blowholes have a special sticky mucus that acts as a catalyst, which begins the process of making its chemical weapon more volatile. When needed, muscles squeeze these glands and force the chemical through the tubing to start the catalyzation, causing this load of fluid to become more unstable and gaseous with each passing moment. While this is happening, the mixture is pushed into their specially designed blow hole, which releases air in sync with this changing fluid to trap pockets of its volatile gas in bubbles. With a final effort, the armed bubble is released from its blow hole and floats out into the ocean. In this brief state, you can see an orangish gas swirling within the bubble, the only warning you get before it pops. And when it does, a lot of other things go POP!

With this system, the Bombardier Whale is able to essentially make bomb bubbles, which it uses for hunting and self defense. Their control over how much gas is released and how many bubbles are formed is insanely good, allowing them to fit their weapon to the current situation. When it comes to getting food, the Bombardier Whale works in pods to drive schools of fish into a single condensed ball. They do so using their bodies and brief sprays of lightly armed bubbles that more so pop and sizzle than do any real damage. Once the fish are trapped in a small area, a few members of the pod will swim below and release big bomb bubbles to float up into the school and detonate. The resulting explosion turns the prey into chunks and chum, and the whole pod rushes in to feed. While this may seem like overkill for catching a few small fry, using these explosives does have its advantages. For one, having prey getting blasted into pieces means they can go after bigger fish than other dolphins could normally handle. No worry about it fitting down the ol gullet, as it will be blown into perfect morsels for swallowing! The other advantage is that this hunting method keeps a lot of freeloaders and thieves away from their reward. Normally, lots of sea birds and fish try to swoop in to steal what food they can from the hunter's hard work, but when you add in the possibility of getting blown to bits from an ill-timed dive, then many species keep their distance!

This weapon is helpful in both pods and when on your own, as single Bombardier Whales can still get a meal without all that "teamwork" stuff. They simply swim below their prey and release bubbles to either catch it in an explosion, or use distracting popping sprays to force them into a specific direction where the dolphin can lunge forth and grab them. This species can even time their explosions by popping the bubbles prematurely using their calls. One member can make one real big stable bubble that slowly floats upward, while another waits on the side for it to reach the right level. Once the bubble is in the perfect spot, they release a sonar click that disrupts it and pops it, causing gas to meet water and BOOM!

No doubt this same tool is great for keeping away predators, as it is very powerful and dangerous! So dangerous, that Bombardier Whales have developed this hide padding and dense layers of blubber to help absorb the blow of any explosion that goes off too close. Their huge hump is believed to be a shock absorber, taking the punishment of failed bubbles and attacks to keep the organs and vital bits safe. In fact, you can often see the results of "bad days" painted all over their bodies, as they tend to be coated in scars. Some are from bomb bubbles, others are from predators and fights with other Bombardiers. It turns out, this species can be a bit testy and vicious, confident in their weaponry. They pick a lot of fights, and their tough hide and blubber allows them to swim away with only shallow wounds. Many predators and attackers break off combat pretty quick once the explosive bubbles show up, as not many creatures are willing to have a hole blown in them!

While this species is absolutely fascinating with their unique weaponry and method of hunting, there is certainly some issues that can arise with them hanging around coastal villages. Fishermen, sailors and general residents are not fans of these dolphins, due to the destructive nature of their bubbles and the sheer noise they make. Plenty of fishing boats have had their hulls obliterated by a hunting pod who have released their bubbles right below them. Nets and entire catches can be ruined when these dolphins see an opportunity to feed, turning a valuable haul into a bloody spray of sea water and fish chunks. Some are accidental, others intentional. Cetaceans are smart creatures, and the Bombardier Whale is no exception! They know how to coordinate attacks, adapt to various prey and counter predator tactics. They also know the sign of a free meal and the image of a competitor. Fishing vessels can steal their food, and they don't like it, so they will totally target them for destruction. And then people with harpoons come out to get rid of these detonating dolphins, which they don't like even more! What can result is an entire pod of Bombardier Whales who are very anti-boat, and they will make it a nightmare for any vessel that crosses their path. They will swim circles around the ship, diving below to deposit explosive bubbles underneath until the hull is breached. Needless to say, plenty of boats are lost to these antics, and thus a hatred for these dolphins develop. Hunting and killing of this species has dropped their populations in coastal waters where villages and ports are a plenty. Thankfully, pods further out in the sea or in uninhabited waters still exist in peace, and ensure this species still has healthy numbers. Just be wary when you discover an untouched coastline and pristine waters filled with fish, because there is a high chance someone else has already laid claim to these waters.

In some regions, Bombardier Whales can be hunted for food, as their meat and blubber is considered a delicacy. The reason why it is a rare treat is the same reason other regions don't bother hunting them in the first place: one wrong harpoon shot or cut with the knife can cause the entire deck to blow sky high. Yes, their explosive fluid is stable when in storage, but all it needs is to touch mucus and saltwater to become volatile. When they are dead, muscles loosen and sacs can leak. A wet carcass hauled onto a ship can be a ticking time bomb depending on how their fluid stores act and how fate rolls their dice. These dangerous pieces can be carved out and thrown away to render the rest of the meat safe, but it takes a skilled and precise butcher to do so. One wrong cut, and you could be reduced to jelly. In some places, when a Bombardier Whale is killed, they saw off the head as fast as possible and just chuck the whole thing into the sea. All this is also the reason why you never approach a beached one or a dead one washed up on shore. One second you are investigating a seemingly harmless heap of blubber, the next you are in the afterlife wondering what that noise was.

Oh, and final note: Folks find dolphins and small porpoises fun to play with and swim around with (I wouldn't be part of that, what with me being a plant that hates salt water). There are plenty of tourist packages and promises of "swimming with dolphins" that people eat up. Folks find certain cetaceans playful, cute and fun! This species is not one of those. Do not get in the water with them. In fact, don't even be ON the water with them. You have been warned.

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Bombardier Whale"

How about a bubble bomb blowing dolphin? Surely that can't go wrong!

#whale #dolphin #cetacean #sea monster #monster #creature #art #drawing

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leehan boynextdoor x reader au + liz roommate + gaeul and sungho relationship

strangers to lovers ✧*。

first au 🐠🩵

hihi! first upload (｡>﹏<｡) honestly I'm not super sure about it but yolo!!

warnings : very very light swearing

genre : fluff

you saw a mysterious boy at the pet store while getting new fish, don’t you want to get to know him better?

wc: 3075

ENJOY 。◕‿◕｡

fish friends ♪～(´ε｀ )

you store blankly at your fish tank. you felt that your fish friends needed a new buddy. “do you guys want a new friend? because i think you need one.” you spoke to your fishes who obviously couldn't answer you back. you decided to go to the new pet store to go check out what fishes they had. you have been wanting to get Sterba’s corydoras for so long. you had three Angelfish and two Apistogramma.

it was 12 and you didn’t have any classes so you got ready to go to the store. you put on a pale blue hoodie and denim jeans that were ripped at the knees. you quickly put on your favourite necklace, a few rings your best friend, who was also your roommate, Liz, got you for your birthday and you messily threw your hair up in a messy bun, secured with a sapphire blue coloured scrunchie. you grabbed your bag from where it hung off a rack and quickly left Liz a text that you were going out to the pet store and left the dorm.

you found out that the aquarium wasn’t far from your college and that you could walk to it, so you did. furthermore, the weather was windy and sunny so it wasn’t that hot. it was a 6 minute walk from your college to the aquarium but you got there faster than you thought you would.

you opened the door and peered in, you couldn’t see none in there but just looked at all the fish they had. you spotted a couple Betta fish, Goldfish and then you saw it, the Corydoras. they were so pretty with their shimmering silver spots that laid upon the black ones. you looked at them in awe, you were crouching down a bit, your eyes glistening and head slightly tilted until your time of daydreaming was interrupted. “are you gonna buy them or what.” a guy coldly asked. you looked up to see a boy with long brown hair with a red, dark blue and cream gingham patterned hoodie tied around his waist, slumping against the wall between the tall racks of fishes. “sooo, are you?” he asked, again. you hadn’t realized that you didn't say anything in response to him, you were busy analyzing his looks. “oh sorry, but yeah.” you managed to stammer. “ok cool, just come to the front when you're done.” you were gonna thank him but he had left before you couldn’t even blink.

you called the boy from the counter and told him you knew huh fishes you wanted. “hey, i know which fish i want” you said which got him immediately off of his phone, and into the back store. he came back with bags of water and a net. he fished out the ones you picked and plopped them into their bags. when you got to the register, he started talking again, “you like corydoras?” he asked while tying the bags. “mhm, do you have any fish?” you only continued the conversation because if not, it would make the whole time he took to tie the bags even more awkward than it would’ve been if he hadn’t started the small talk. “yeah, corydoras are my favourite actually. i have cardinal tetras too.”

”oh, i had cardinal tetras as a kid.”

“hmmm,” the boy purred, “that’s cool. anyway, here are your fish.” you paid, thanked him and left.

you came back home and greeted your fish. “hi my babies! got you your new siblings.” you giggled. you left your fish to acclimate and in the meanwhile, Liz came back. “hey girl! you got your fish?”

”mhm! they’re acclimating right now”

“take good care of ‘em, i’m gonna go take a shower, i’m exhausted.”

you let your new fishy friends into the tank after doing the last few steps. you were happy that they were all getting along. you took a picture of your new addition to your collection and posted it on your story. you were very happy with your newest purchase. the rest of your day was as basic as they usually were. you and Liz met up with Gaeul and ate dinner together at Gaeul’s place and when you guys got back it was already late. you showered, finished some homework and went to sleep.

you and Liz left your dorm together even though you both had different classes. when Liz left you for psychology, you caught up with Rei, she was your buddy for combined sciences. “hey babe, saw you got some new fish? they are so adorbs!” Rei was a sweet girl who had a lot of style, she sounded like a mean girl but she really was the kindest girl you had ever met. “oh yeah, the dude at the store was so cold about it but it's fine, my babies are the cutest.” you both chatted away about clothing brands, jewelry and whatever you both could think about.

you both got into the lecture hall and sat down in your usual spot. you both were always the first in class but today, that changed. you saw the guy that sat in the back rows of the hall, it was the guy from the aquarium. but today, he wore clear framed glasses. he was bus staring a his laptop, probably watching a documentary about fishes when Rei started to talk to you about him. “ooh girl, did you just find your type?” she said in a whispered squeal. “Rei. hes the guy at the aquarium.” the word aquarium made him shoot his head up, away from the screen. “oh sh-” you were cut off when Rei grabbed your wrist. “girl don’t even lie, you think hes cute. don’t you?”

”is it that obvious… hes cute but uh, his personality is NOT it.”

more people started to rush into the hall so you and Rei were forced to shut up about the boy even though you could hear many people talking about him. he probably couldn’t. he was wearing his Marshall headphones and it blocked out most of the sound outside.

“ahem. quiet down everyone.” your professor boomed. “boy in the back row come down and sit closer to the stage please.” the boy from the aquarium realized that the man in the front was talking about him and grabbed his stuff and moved forward. “y/n, please move your bag off of the chair to make more space please.”

“oh, no its okay i can sit here.” he murmured

“don’t act dumb, Leehan. i know you don’t pay attention when you sit there.” Leehan, that’s his name. you dragged your bag onto the ground and he sat beside you. he obviously noticed that you were the girl from the day before and huffed. you took your laptop out and got onto notes, “don’t act as if i forced you into this class, dramatic much.” you typed and nudged Leehan’s side. he took out his laptop too and started quickly typing. “after tgis, we arw NEVER sittnf together agaib.”

“how do you even make four typos in a sentence of eight words…”

”stfu”

you giggled seeing how annoyed Leehan was. for the next hour, you took notes.

“we will be having a test on this on Thursday so please study on this topic.” oh looked at Rei while packing up “god, i’m gonna fail this test…” you whined. “you’re fine oh my gosh, you always score full marks. let's study later.”

you flopped onto your bed when you arrived home. you checked your phone to a few messages from an unknown number.

kim donghyun: “yo you’re y/n roght”

kim donghyun: “rigjt”

kim donghyun: “right”

you couldn’t tell who it was, but if you had to guess it would be Leehan. “mhm wru” you replied

kim donghyun: “so cold… it’s leehan.”

you: “why’s the email linked to your number called [email protected]?”

kim donghyun: “oh”

kim donghyun: my real name is donghyun but people call me leehan

you: oh okay

Rei came to your dorm because Gaeul and her boyfriend were hanging out. you both studied for 5 hours and Rei ended up just sleeping over. Rei snapped a picture of you in your pajamas and put it on her story.

the day of your test came, you were ready but nervous.

kim donghyun: y/n you aren’t here?

kim donghyun: lol enjoy missing the test

you: first time you haven’t made any typos

kim donghyun: shut up

you: i see u

kim donghyun: stalker??

you: i’m in the hall dumbass.

you finished the test with ease and so did Leehan

kim donghyun: how was it

kim donghyun: hrllo dude

you: how impatient are you

kim donghyun: how was it

you: good

you: easyyyy

kim donghyun: hope you fail.

when you got home you immediately fell asleep.

the next science class you had, you got your results back. you opened the results but covered it with it with your hand. “3, 2, 1” you and Rei said in sync. you took the cover off of the number. as Rei guessed, you got a full score, Rei got a 37/40 which was very good as well. you high fives each other in excitement. “by the way, i heard that there’s a party later today, wanna go? maybe you’ll find a man” she said with a wink. “hmm, sure.”

kim donghyun: what did you get

kim donghyun: yo

kim donghyun: hellooooooo

kim donghyun: planning to go to a party but won’t even respond to me 😐

you: impatient… this is why you don’t have a gf.

you: full marks duhh

you: i’m going to the party btw i don’t usually go but yolo 😇

kim donghyun: don’t you have a crush on me though

you: you’re cold and impatient

you: what do you think

you: wait i’m gonna change your name brb

you changed his contact from “kim donghyun” to “leehan ⏰”

leehan ⏰: what’s my contact

leehan ⏰: lmk

you: it’s “leehan ⏰”

you: what’s mine

leehan ⏰: “y/nie 🤏”

you: 🤢

leehan ⏰: don’t liee i know you like it

leehan ⏰: your blushing rn

you: i’m not ur just delusional

you: gn i’m going to sleep

leehan ⏰: goodnight cutie

you read the last text Leehan has sent and slept thinking about it continuously.

you woke up and got ready for the day. today, you were going out with Gaeul. her boyfriend was coming too and his best friend as well. you guys were going to a mall so you put on your pink fluffy dice Stussy hoodie and cargo pants. you sprayed vanilla body spray, put on a necklace and light pink chunky rings, put on your pink MISBHV purse and fled out the door. Gaeul and you were going together, her boyfriend and his friend were also going there together.

“oh my gosh girl! literally cutest outfit ever.” Gaeul pipped

“thank you so much babe! you’re literally gorgeous.”

you got into Gaeul’s car and she started diving to the mall.

you finally reached after not too long of a drive. “oh! Sungho is also here!” you looked out of the window to see a car parked next to Gaeul’s. you waited for this friend of Sungho’s to come out. “oh. my. god.” you said under your breath. “what’s up?” Gaeul asked in confusion.

“LEEHAN IS SUNGHOS BEST FRIEND?”

“yeah! you know him?”

“i wish i didnt.”

“c’mooonnn, we have to see them sooner or later anyway…”

“oh my god, fine.”

you crawled out of the car and saw Sungho and Leehan waiting for you both to get out of the car. “oh my god.” you could hear the fish boy whisper to Sungho, “hm?” Sungho hummed like Gaeul liked to do, cute, he must’ve picked it up from Gaeul you thought to yourself “isn't that, y/n? she’s so pretty…”

“you like her huh?”

the conversation ended as soon as you both caught up to them. “hi babe!” Gaeul went into Sungho’s arms and hugged him. while they were busy talking to each other, Leehan stepped towards you,

“so we meet again?” he murmured.

“i didn't plan this, dramatic.”

“i didn't say i didn’t want to see you, your outfits cute.”

it was then that you realized you were wearing a matching hoodie with Leehan. you were going to say something about it to him but Gaeul and Sungho were done being lovey. “Gaeul. i’m matching with Leehan. are you serious right now?” you whined in a whispered scream. “you guys look cute AF together. so what's the problem? maybe you should get a bf.” she said it’s a smirk and you softly pushed her shoulder.

“yooo, are y’all dating or what?” Sungho queried. “huh?” you furrowed your brows, “what makes you think that?” you demanded. “i mean, the matching hoodies? similar interests? same classes? both seemingly not interested in dating anyone? what a coincidence” he debated. “when did i say i didn’t like anyone?” Leehan asked Sungho, “i don’t know, you said you were done with your hookups so…” Leehan slapped his hand over Sungho’s mouth and Sungho grabbed his hand off. “ow dude!”

”just shut up.” Leehan cooed, looking down. huh… hookups? you kept thinking to yourself. you kept it to yourself and pretended to not care about it but in the back of your head, you knew you were jealous that Leehan had been meeting up with other girls.

when you got back into your comfy dorm you immediately told Liz about this.

“HOOKUPS? WHAT.”

“he put his hand over Sunghos’s mouth before he could say anything.”

“this bitch is probably a player babe…”

”ughhh and to think i found THE ONE”

after your showered, you jumped into your bed and got onto your phone and obviously Leehan ha sent you texts. before you properly read the messages, you changed his name

dh: y/n

dh: let me explain please..

you: leehan you don't need to

dh: you seemed upset

you: do whatever you want

leehan POV ☆彡

you were 17 and dumb.in high school you started gaining popularity for your looks. many girls started to approach you and you decided to take advantage of your status. every week, you would have 4-5 days where you would bring a girl home, hangout with her and make out with her. when you hit 18, you realized how bad this was and finally stopped your hookups.

you felt so alone without anyone with you after school and needed someone. you hung out with some senior girls without them knowing you were playing with them all, and texted them with flirtatious texts. when Sungho told you how messed up this was, you felt guilty and told them that you didn't want to do this anymore.

y/n POV ☆彡

he went on to explain what Sungho meant by “hookups”. you understood where he was coming from and you felt a bit guilty.

you: i’m sorry leehan..

you: i don’t know why i cared so much

dh: it’s fine

↱ you: i don’t know why i cared so much

dh: jealous? 🫣

you: maybe? 🫠

dh: cute

dh: goodnight, pretty

you: goodnight han 🩵

dh: 💛

before you actually fell asleep, you changed Leehan contacts back.

han 💌: morning y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

han 💌: wgat nickname can i make for ypu?????????

you: morning han

you: hehe whatever you wanttt

han 💌: even princess?

you: if you wanttt 🤭

han 💌: anywayyy what's your dorm number????

han 💌: i wanna just hang out with you

han 💌: i miss you 🤕

you really did want to hang out with Leehan but you couldn’t give in so easily

you: we hung out yesterday??

han 💌: we THIRD WHEELED our best friends yesterday*

han 💌: number?????????????????????????

you: hmm

han 💌: what do you have to think about???? just give it to me ☹️

you: fineeee

you: room 400

han 💌: thanks pretty

han 💌: when can i come over?

you: hmmmm anytime after 5

han 💌: okayyy 😮‍💨

today, Liz wasn’t coming back to the dorm for the whole day so it wouldn’t interfere with whatever Leehan wanted to do. 5:03 was when you heard a ring on your dorms doorbell. you peered into the peephole to see Leehan. you opened the door and welcomed him in. “hi pretty, your dorm is pretty.”

“awh, thank you Han”

“my nickname? cute”

his hair was a bit curled and he wore his glasses. he was wearing a black leather racer jacket, a dark blue shirt underneath it and black jeans. “you look cute with wavy hair!!” you said with a smile that accentuated your cheeks. Leehan pinched your cheek as you smiled. “cutie” he took off his jacket and hung it on your coat hanger. “so, what do you wanna do?” you asked him. “don’t know. i don’t mind anything really” he uttered softly.

you both ended up watching a movie in your room. the movie was 3 hours long and Leehan felt sleepy and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. he was the one who made the first move so you felt bold. you sifted your hand through his soft hair. he pressed his cheek on your shoulder harder but soon requested more. “y/n, can i rest my head on your lap?”

you were wearing sweatpants even though if you were wearing shorts it wouldn’t have changed anything. “of course”. he slowly laid his head down onto your thighs and closed his eyes. “can you wake me up in half an hour? or whenever you feel uncomfortable, pretty” and he took off his glasses and put them onto you bedside table

“okay babe” you teased.

his eyes opened widely in shock.

he grabbed you by the jaw and brought his face to yours. “say that again for me?” he purred. you obligated, “babe…” you whined. he took the back of your neck and kissed you. you had been waiting for this moment ever since you saw him. you both stayed in this position for as much air you could hold. you pulled away to take a big breath of air and Leehan stopped as well. “you okay?” he asked sweetly. “yeah, i just haven’t kissed anyone before..”

“i’m your first kiss?”

“mhm…”

“i'll be your boyfriend too, then”

“please” you said with a giggle an gave him a peck on his lips

END (*´ω｀*)

thank you soso much for reading!

2 more au’s (nct 🤭) coming in the next couple of months!!

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