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coeurdastronaute · 1 year

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Nerd 21

Previously on Nerd

The light flipped on in the kitchen and Lexa’s head shot up as it drifted toward her bowl of cereal. She blinked a few times and twirled her spoon around absently. She was too tired for anything else, too tired to eat. Too tired to think about making it up to her room just yet.

So she half-slept through her cereal and fought to make lists in her head for the coming days.

“You look like shit, darling,” Beth chuckled as she went about making coffee.

“I’m fine.”

“There’s no business like show business,” she sang, taunting her daughter who just rolled her eyes at the tap routine. “And I tell you it’s so.”

“Har, har,” Lexa grunted before drinking some of her milk.

“Seriously, how’s it going? Having fun?”

“It’s honestly great. Just a few more night shoots and then I’ll be back on a normal schedule.”

“Are you actually learning a lot?”

“I really am. The process and stuff. It’s kind of cool. Not a huge budget, but definitely bigger than whatever I can do.”

“Speaking of…. When is the next Lexa Woods production gearing up? I looked at the film school requirements, and you have to really narrow down a lot of things and submit a few samples. But it’s really the MFA that develops the technical side. You know we still require you to get a boring back up plan degree.”

Beth moved around the kitchen in a familiar dance, one that she’d perfected. She poured herself a mug of coffee and took out the chicken for dinner. She prepped her husband’s travel mug just as he liked it. Lexa liked the tiny moments of love that she’d never thought to look at before, but now kept seeing everywhere.

“It’s the Aden documentary. So I’m already working on it… just need a little more outlining and then interviewing. It feels nice to work on something on my own. Cos is helping-- she wants to make documentaries and I never have, but I can’t get it out of my head. It’s weird to work on something on my own-- like not bossing people around and planning shoots.”

Lexa was careful to watch her mothers movements as she spoke, careful to see if there was anything she was pressing too hard on, anything she should avoid. But they’d reached a form of honesty that she was happy to experience. She didn’t want to go backwards. She didn’t want anything to change because she was sick of swallowing her words. She wasn’t ready to start again.

“I’m really excited to see how that turns out. Let me know when it’s my turn to contribute.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“And you’re getting your summer work done?”

There was the look, the pointed, humorous look that Lexa knew to smile at because her mother was firm but fair, now more than ever.

“We’re two weeks into summer vacation. I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, but you have a girlfriend now, and two jobs, and you’re making a movie. Plus, your dad was mentioning something about a list you’re putting together? And working on the Chevelle?”

“Idle hands, and such.”

“There’s volunteering at the senior center-- don’t forget. You made a commitment.”

Beth took the bowl from across the island and placed it in the sink as Lexa sank a little lower into the counter, her cheek in the crook of her elbow.

“You’ll be sure to rest at some point this summer, right?”

“It’s been scheduled.”

Her mother smiled and rolled her eyes.

“I’m heading into the office.” She poured the coffee for herself and her husband, carefully placing the lid on his and setting it on the edge near the pot so he’d see it. “Are you going to be home for dinner?”

“No, I’m going to set around four. I’ll pack something.”

“Okay.” She moved around the edge of the island and kissed her daughter’s forehead, smoothing the hair there. “Go to bed. I’m really proud of how dedicated you are, and how grown you’ve been, accommodating your responsibilities with your passions. You’re amazing. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Lexa mumbled but still didn’t move. She was comfy where she was for a few more minutes.

She smiled to herself, a delicious kind of tired burrowing into her muscles.

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It wasn’t that Bellemy hadn’t been a focused person. Clarke figured she must have been attracted to people’s passion or passionate people-- driven maybe, though sometimes Lexa joked that it was probably an obsession. But there was a stark difference between the amount of work he was willing to put in, and the amount that Lexa did, and for that matter, how much help he asked for while Lexa was suffering in silence, afraid to ask for any help, of any type. Clarke was hoping to find more of a middle ground between the two.

Bellamy asked for everything, to the point of exhausting Clarke in the process. Babe, help me study, I need to go to the gym, can you grab me food. On the flipside, Lexa had to schedule things out for at least a week, and even then, rarely did she know how to relax. She enjoyed her internship, she worked, she spent time with her parents, she trained with her team, she did the summer homework, and she never asked for anything. It was an upgrade, of that Clarke was certain.

Begrudgingly, she had to admit that a busy girlfriend doing night shoots meant that she was spending more time with friends, which was fine, except Clarke felt this weird kind of absence she hadn’t experienced when she dated Bellamy and he was busy. She liked spending time with Lexa and her friends, but the absolute driven powerhouse that little nerd was though, just pushed Clarke to feel similarly in her own life as well. It was motivating, to date Lexa Woods. But her schedule also meant finding more reasons to be out of the house as much as possible. Lexa was incredibly motivating though, and even with her mother being over the moon excited about it, Clarke enrolled in two summer science classes at the community college.

It made it easier for her mother to not complain too much about spending time with Lexa, though she still frequently did. But summer was new, and Lexa was working hard, and Clarke was finally figuring out how to do what she wanted, and she was going to find some way to get the balance she wanted. There was a list, after all.

Here, she texted when she reached the designated spot. Half of Main Street had turned into a winter wonderland in the middle of the summer, and it was oddly adorable.

Clarke took a seat on the bench near the corner, well behind the cordoned off part of her own hometown. There was a lot of activity for being eleven at night. She didn’t mind the filming though, because the crew tipped well enough at the diner.

Before she could get too comfortable, a familiar baseball cap approached, weaving through the crowd. There was this thing Clarke could never quite articulate, but she felt a little happier when she saw Lexa. There was this kind of breath that came when the universe allowed her to fully inhale and exhale. Maybe it was just that Lexa was incredibly cute, with her shorts and long legs, and messy ponytail sticking out of her favorite hockey team’s cap that had been her father’s. She was focused and passionate, and when she saw Clarke, she grinned and smiled and took a breath as well. Clarke liked that part. There weren’t enough words to really describe how happy she felt to steal this time.

“Oh my God, I love you,” Lexa tossed back her head and accepted the bag of food offered to her.

Clarke bit her lip and watched her girlfriend dig into the bag, pulling out a few fries and eating them quickly. Realization dawned on her a second later, cheeks full of food, her eyes growing wider as she stared at Clarke and tried to swallow.

With an unheard of effort, Lexa swallowed and coughed, earning a chuckle Clarke couldn’t help or hide.

“I probably, uh, shouldn’t have said that… you know.. Here,” she waved at the holiday-themed town square behind her. “Or with this. Fuck, did I mess it up? I’m so sorry-- I never-- I didn’t mean that--”

“So you don’t love me?” Clarke cocked her head.

“No no no-- I just didn’t mean-- It should have been somewhere better, with candles probably, and not said with fries in my mouth, and I--” Lexa furrowed and kicked the ground, her shoulders moving as she tried to take a deep breath.

“Did you mean it?”

“Yeah, and not just because of the fries. I was really afraid I was going to say it during sex. Anya said that was a very inappropriate time to say it. She also said that I should be very sure before I said it-- and that--”

“Lexa, stop,” Clarke smiled, her heart fluttering because this girl-- THIS girl-- this girl loved her.

There was no one else she wanted to bring fries to in the middle of the night. There was no one else who she memorized how they like their burgers. There was no one else she wanted to make nervous like she made Lexa nervous.

“Sit and eat, please.”

Like a very obedient puppy, Lexa took her seat on the bench. It certainly wasn’t how Clarke expected her night to go, but her girlfriend tilted the bag and offered some of her fries and Clarke took a few while she unwrapped the burger. Light onion, lettuce, one tomato, extra pickles, ketchup, mayo, and just a little mustard.

“Last night's shoot, right?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe we wrap in two weeks. Like, I read all about,” she took a big bite and chewed a bit before speaking again, “about how Casablanca was filmed in two months, or like how Birdman allegedly only took 23 days. But seeing it all happen blows my mind.”

“You film stuff in like a few weeks, just spread out over a few months.”

“That downtime makes a difference.”

“Did you get to show the director your stuff?”

“I am next week.”

“That’s so exciting. She’s going to love it.”

Lexa blushed at the praise but nodded.

“Thanks for this. I was dying and I haven’t gotten time to stop in while you’ve been working.”

“I aim to please. Can’t have my girlfriend withering away to nothing. We have a camping trip coming up and all.”

“I’m so excited,” Lexa grinned as she ate.

Just like that, they settled into an easy conversation about their upcoming plans. Clarke had a test and work, while Lexa had work and the internship. It was a good balance and for the moment, Clarke savored it.

“So tomorrow I swapped for the early shift,” Clarke began as Lexa crumpled up her trash. “And you don’t work at the pool until Thursday, and you’re not back here until Friday. There is a double feature at Twin Pines drive-in.”

“Oh yeah? Which ones?” Lexa’s ears perked up.

“Hard Eight and Rounders.”

“A gambling double feature with lesser PTA and a Matt Damon, Ed Norton gem? It’s like my birthday.”

“You are, and I say this with all of the affection I have for you, so weird and I don’t know how I’m attracted to you sometimes.”

Lexa laughed at her girlfriend’s words and leaned forward, earning a kiss.

“I’ll take the top off the Bronco. Chinese, okay?”

“It’s a date. Make sure you get extra egg rolls. Pick me up at seven?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Lexa tossed her trash and tucked her hands in her pockets as Clarke jingled her keys around and checked the time, realizing how late it was getting.

“Hey, earlier, you said you loved me,” Clarke cleared her throat as Lexa stood a bit closer to her. The blush came back as Clarke adjusted the bill of her hat. “Did you mean it?”

Only when Clarke put her hands on her girlfriend’s hips did Lexa melt slightly. She nodded, slowly at first and then with purpose. She had the curse of not being able to lie, and eyes that could tell Clarke about all of the words that got stuck.

“So would you say that you’re in love with me?”

“Yeah. I’d say that.”

“I kind of like that you said it with a mouth full of fries,” Clarke grinned. Lexa smiled slightly. “I kind of like that it popped out because you couldn’t hold it in.”

Clarke tugged her girlfriend’s neck and kissed her because her heart was too light and her soul was too happy to do anything else.

“I love you, too,” Clarke whispered as Lexa’s hands slid around her waist. “I don’t want candles and whatever silly things you think because you’ve seen them on a screen. Just you, being you, and me, being me.”

“You do?” Lexa breathed, her smile growing wider than allowed.

Clarke rolled her eyes and nodded, but was kissed quiet before she could answer.

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By mid-June, there’d been a wonderful kind of routine that developed between the laziness of summer and the need to fill it up with fun and responsibilities. Lexa was nearly done with her short internship, and still buzzing with the feeling of it. Tirelessly, she made herself work for at least an hour every day on her summer project, the Aiden Documentary. She made plans and did normal summer things she’d often dreamt of. She watched her girlfriend in a bikini at the pool.

Most importantly, she perfected the list.

The Ultimate Summer List: 1. Road trip to the beach. 2. Drive-in movie 3. Concert 4. After-hours skinny dipping 5. Camping 6. Big party finale 7. Summer love 8. Something big

“This is a pretty good list,” Clarke nodded with approval as she looked it over. She stuck out her tongue as Lexa recorded her.

“I think so, yeah. We did extensive research. Now tell me, Clarke Griffin, what should we do first on the list?”

“You’ve already done the drive-in. We have a few of these already planned–”

“I mean what’s on your summer list?”

“You.”

Lexa gave her a look over her camera and rolled her eyes. It was new, the constant camera carrying, but Costia had given Lexa the advice as a documentarian to actually, you know, document. It was much different than her attempts at screenwriting and planning and storyboarding with Luna. This was very purposeful and natural, all at the same time.

“This might sound weird, but for the first time, I kind of just want to enjoy whatever the summer throws my way. Next year is colleges and planning and waiting and studying. This summer, I feel like I have my own little life. I’ve never really had that before. So I want to help you on this list. And I want to spend time reading by the pool and going to bonfires. I’m a simple girl.”

“That was a good answer.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to say that to your subjects.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not much of a documentarian, I’m learning.”

Lexa closed the screen and put her camera down on Clarke’s desk. Her room was much different than the rest of the house. Lived in, refreshed. Bikinis dried in the bathroom sink after they spent the afternoon washing their cars in the driveway. Lunch was left on paper plates stacked on the nightstand. An effort of at least pulling out the summer homework from its place in her bag was made.

The routine that developed was really nice, Lexa realized, as she crawled over and sat beside her girlfriend. Dr. Griffin was usually at the hospital for long stretches, so Clarke’s became a default stop for Lexa. They’d play a few rounds of cards with her father sometimes before lunch, if he was feeling up to it. They’d spend the warmer part of the day hanging out, making plans. When her internship was done, Lexa would have a bit more time and be less tired, but for now, Clarke was happy enough to support her by just being chill together.

“Do you know what you should add to the list?”

“What’s that?” she asked, leaning her chin on Clarke’s shoulder.

“Girlfriend’s parent’s bbq.”

“That is a good one. It was really nice of your mom to invite my parents.”

“She’s just sizing you up is all.”

“Still not my biggest fan?” Clarke shook her head and chuckled. “I don’t understand why. I do everything right. Curfew is observed. No sneaking around. I’m polite when she’s around.”

“You have been a good influence on me.”

“I changed the oil in your truck!”

“You’re never going to win her over,” Clarke promised. “And that’s okay by me. My dad likes you a lot.”

Clarke ran her hand along Lexa’s thigh, and Lexa forgot what she should be concerned about. She was really hoping that never went away. She couldn’t imagine it. They had plans for a run after Clarke’s shift at the diner. They had plans to go swimming on Saturday. There was a date coming up, too. Lexa thought it’d be hard to have someone else be in her life, but Clarke didn’t impose. She didn’t withhold. She was just… she felt like a limb, sometimes.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” Clarke asked.

“What do you think of me?”

“Oh, I agree with my mother. You’re terrible. I should focus on my studies. You’ll–” Clarke erupted in a shriek as Lexa tickled her side, Clarke curling into herself as she slid toward the ground, trying to escape her fingers.

“You are ridiculous.”

“Yeah, well. It’s part of my charm,” Clarke managed between catching her breath.

But Clarke didn’t let Lexa sit up. In fact, she pulled her closer. Their skin was cool and shivering in the air conditioned house, fresh from the heat outside. Lexa shivered as her girlfriend’s hand ran up her side. She kissed Clarke’s neck, because when she did that, she got this noise that made her insides turn to lava. She liked the noises. Clarke made very, very good noises.

“I thought summer would have a lot more opportunities for hooking up,” Clarke murmured as she slid her hand into Lexa’s pants.

“Me too.”

It had been a week. A full week since they went camping with a dozen or so people from Clarke and Lexa’s groups, ranging from the soccer team to student government to diner coworkers. Luna declined, and Lexa accepted it well enough. Half the group hiked, most spent time on the lakefront. Everyone drank and played games, late into the night. Lexa and Clarke escaped into their tent before they got tipsy. Lexa came with Clarke’s hand over her mouth and her tongue inside of her, and that was the best camping experience she’d ever had.

“You did?”

“I mean, once I got a girlfriend and we started hooking up, it’s kind of on my mind a lot.”

Clarke smiled and kissed Lexa again. Lexa appreciated that she didn’t have to explain anything else. Or that Clarke didn’t say anything about her assumptions. Instead, Lexa pushed her hips forward, settling between Clarke’s legs and enjoying the feeling. The summer had been busy, but she was nearly back to a normal schedule. And she hoped normal meant more of this. More of–

“Clarke?”

Before they could separate, the door to her bedroom opened, and her mother was standing there, dumbfounded and looking at them. Lexa wanted to move, but she was still stunned. She knew that Clarke’s hand was in her pants, in her underwear, actually, grabbing her ass and tugging her closer. Her own right hand was under Clarke’s bra, a place it perpetually seemed to gravitate.

For what felt like an hour, they all remained stoic before Dr. Griffin turned around, eyes full of fire in the last instant Lexa saw them. The two bodies on the floor pulled apart, and Lexa tucked in her shirt for some reason, despite never doing it any other time.

“This is what you do while you’re home for summer break?” Dr. Griffin asked, back to them both still.

“Make out with my girlfriend?” Clarke tried, and Lexa shot her a look. Her cheeks had to be burning at atomic temperatures.

“I think I should head out–”

“That’s a good idea,” the mother decided, finally turning around.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Clarke offered, grabbing her bag for work. “I have to head over to work anyway soon.”

“You don’t have–”

Helplessly, Lexa tried to contribute the right things to the conversation.

“I think my daughter and I will need to have a conversation. Have a nice day, Lexa.”

“Just wait, Lex,” Clarke tried. “I can’t now, Mom. I’ll be late. I’ll talk to you later.”

“I really–”

“Clarke, I swear to God, sit down on that bed, right now.”

“I have to go,” Clarke challenged back and Lexa looked helplessly around for another exit. The windows didn’t look too bad. She’d done it before. It wasn’t a bad fall. “Let’s go, Lex.”

Seething. That was the word Lexa could think of when she looked at Dr. Griffin, though she found herself unable to do that for more than an instant. Boiling over. There might have been steam coming from her ears, and her jaw was surely going to crack under the pressure. But she moved aside and didn’t say anything else.

Clarke grabbed Lexa’s hand when they made it to the steps, and Lexa realized, unfortunately, in that moment, it might be a lot longer between hook ups yet again.

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thelonesomequeen · 1 year

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I think you like to pick and choose because you have picked a side.

Dude, I’ve sent in asks which have had NOTHING to do with this latest poop show and didn’t have my ask answered. It’s because they get a ton of asks or sometimes tumblr eats them. It’s not a huge conspiracy.

There are times we literally get flooded with asks. Sometimes there are things we intended to answer and then the subject kind of shifts on the page or it’s buried and I can’t find it. A few people sent asks about books and shows I’ve wanted to get to, but I have to do so much scrolling to even FIND them in the inbox. There are days literally hundreds of asks come in, and yes, there are times tumblr eats them too. We’ll get people who will come back and say “hey did you get my ask about this?” and we didn’t so we ask them to resubmit. It happens.

Are there times we don’t answer asks? Yes. And we’ve explained why. Blind accusations with no proof, harassment/derogatory language, or if an ask is literally identical to another we’ve already answered, and sometimes we just get too just to respond here. This specific situation didn’t fall into those categories though. We just needed to be given time.

An anon sent in an ask and because it wasn’t answered in 15 minutes they decided to go and drag us on another blog. Then they dragged us again when an hour went by when it still wasn’t answered. It has nothing to do with not wanting to answer asks, and everything to do with the fact we have lives outside of the blog. In that “time frame” I stopped answering asks today, I finished up my work, made my 45 minute commute home, had to stop at a store for groceries for a pot luck at work tomorrow, had to stop to pick up a new prescription antibiotic because I’ve been sick for 3 months straight (I’m not even joking) and I’m not getting any better, and then came home and had to get dinner in the oven so we could eat at a decent time.

So what does this person want me to do and say? Ignore life responsibilities to sit and gossip all day long when they simply could have waited a few hours until I had the time to properly respond? When we say some people need to go out and touch grass, this is what we mean. We have other responsibilities. We love being at this blog, but our lives don’t revolve around it 24/7 🦎

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nightmarewritings · 3 years

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What's your favorite comfort food? Mines mozzarella sticks from Arby's

Oh my gosh I LOVE their mozzarella sticks!

My favorite comfort food is homemade chicken noodle soup. Just warming up a bowl is instantly soothing.

#Lite Work #I’m still sick and made a huge pot of it to eat on #and it’s so good to have when sick

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thewildwaffle · 3 years

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Humans are Weird: Antibiotics

A story prompt from a user on a03. Apparently, this is my 50th short story, or at least the 50th installment of m humans are weird short stories. Hurray!

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Ni Andu watched a dried sickle leaf roll across the empty courtyard from her window. A deep sigh made her breath fog up the glass. The courtyard wasn't supposed to be empty. Especially not this time of year. The Gauru Ni Moon Festival usually brought visitors from around the world and across multiple star systems right about now. But the disease meant no bright banners were hung. No music echoed cheerily through around the corners and down the streets. There were no wafting scents of fresh fruits and fried breads.

It was amazing and terrifying that something so small that it couldn’t be seen had done all this. The Ni were a proud race, rich in culture, and until now, seemingly sturdy in constitution. Diseases had come and gone in the past, but in such small and freak cases that they were hardly given much attention. It was assumed that Ni immune systems were the best in the galaxy and many other races had even requested to study how they were so effective.

Those prideful memories felt hollow now as Ni Andu sighed and pulled herself away from the dreary sight outside. As a new and reluctant head of the house, she had more pressing things to deal with than moping in the past. Several members of her own family were still sick, two of her hatch mates had been very touch-and-go as of late. She slowly made her way to the cushions where they were sleeping to check on them. To her relief, she saw the soft blankets they were wrapped in rose and fell slowly. She stood there, watching them for a bit in the gathering darkness of their shared humble abode. Matki’s breathing sounded like gravel stuck in a child’s rolling skiffer.

“What are we going to do?” Andu’s wide nose scrunched up as she begged the silent house. “What am I supposed to do next?”

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there trying to think of everything and nothing all at once. It was a good while though and was only interrupted when a small light turned on in the meal room. Andu looked up at the light streaming out of the door’s archway. With a sigh, she gathered her strength to move again to see who was up. As she approached, she heard small claws scrabbling on the stonework floor and storage pods opening and closing.

Sure enough, when she peeked in, Andu could see little Piri shuffling through food storage pods that looked even less stocked than she thought they’d been. There were a few bottled foods, a few containers of ingredient-prepped soup containers, but certainly nothing immediately ready for consumption. Most easy and ready-to-eat foods had been eaten long ago or destroyed when they began to decay and grow dangerous molds. And to a small three-year-old Ni, that basically meant there was no food at all.

“Hey Piri, are you hungry?” Even though Andu had kept her voice quiet, little Piri still jumped and tucked his small thin tail like he was ashamed he’d been caught. Andu smiled comfortingly and stepped into the room to pick up one of the soup packs.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” she patted him on the head softly, “I think it’s time for a meal too. I’m sure everyone else would agree once they wake up and smell the food.”

“There’s not much left,” Piri’s small voice was so sad and only made the words themselves feel sharper to Andu’s hearts. She tried to think of something she could say to make their situation seem less dire, but nothing came to mind. Instead, she scooped up Piri’s small form and waited until his thin arms latched securely around her scruff before she walked over to get a pot to cook in. She was going to have to add quite a bit of water to this if it was going to make enough to sustain everyone for a meal.

Cooking, even making something simple, helped ease Andu’s mind. There was a sense of normalcy in standing in front of a firebox and stirring a bubbling pot of soup. She tried to ignore how thin it was. Still, the smell made her feel warm and it must have wafted across the house as she could soon hear the tell-tale signs of her hatch mates waking up. She gathered bowls and filled each one. Lowering Piri back down, she handed the young Ni a bowl and carried the rest to the cushions where the rest of the family was slowly waking up.

They ate together slowly, trying to make the contents of their bowl last and talking quietly about anything they could to distract themselves from their situation. Matki was recalling a story from four lunar years ago when Andu had entered a fried bread pastry into a competition. Between Matki’s coughing and Andu interjecting to defend herself, the story kept getting interrupted! She’d worked on the recipe for her pastry for so long and was so proud of it, but the night before, something went wrong when she was making her entry. Whether it was nerves, exhaustion, oversight, or Jentala above forbid, sabotage, it went very wrong. From the way Matki described the judges’ reaction, one might have thought Andu had purposefully tried poisoning them! As everyone chuckled, Matki claimed he still had the video recording from the competition and pulled it out, much to Andu’s chagrin.

Andu pretended to be exasperated by the teasing, but really she was just glad everyone felt good enough to laugh again.

It took a while before she and the others noticed that Matki hadn’t pulled up the video. Instead, his eyes locked on the comm tablet screen.

“Matki?”

“Hey, did you find it?”

“Matki are you okay?”

Matki finally looked up, eyes still wide from whatever he’d been looking at. “They’re coming to help.”

Everyone shared a worried look. What?

“Who are you talking about? Who’s coming?” Andu broke the confused silence.

Matki tapped something on-screen with the pad of a finger and a holographic projection display rose up.

Everyone watched enraptured by the newscast. It was about humans. From halfway across the galaxy, they’d heard about the Ni’s plight and had come claiming they had a cure. They were offering aid and resources to run tests to make sure their medicine was safe and effective for Ni use and make alterations if needed. They were even claiming they’d help distribute the finalized cure the moment it was given the go-ahead. In the meantime, they were also sending ships of food and supplies.

Andu could feel the back of her throat tighten. Was this real? Did she dare hope? There’d been so many reports before about help being promised, well, not help to this extent, but help nonetheless. They’d ended up being just for show and were proven empty once those who offered realized how impossible the situation really was.

But humans? She’d heard they were tough. And stubborn. Maybe they were stubborn enough to see their promises through?

The embarrassing video of Andu’s failed pastry was long forgotten, the conversation instead jumped between wild rumors her family had overheard about humans and speculation about how long it would take for the humans to actually lend aid if they were really coming at all. Andu could see a shimmer in the eyes of her hatch mates as they spoke that she hadn’t seen in a while. Although she wished she could feel the same optimism, she could also see how quickly they were all tiring out. Although they’d slept most of the day, the disease was still taking its toll on them all.

Once the meager meal was finished, she stood to gather the now empty bowls. She noticed Piri quickly scrape a finger along the side of his bowl to snag any last morsel before she came along to collect it. ‘Jentala above,’ she prayed mentally, ‘if help truly is coming, send it along soon.”

With bellies no longer completely empty, everyone settled in, and soon the room was full of sleeping or near sleeping Ni.

Andu slept fitfully. She dreamed, but it was fractured and confusing. Even before the disease came, she had a hard time remembering her dreams once she woke up. It was near impossible now. She did remember a loud humming noise though. As she blinked her eyes and lifted her head, she realized the humming was still there. She rose and searched for the source. It almost sounded like… engines? But that, that had to be impossible - the quarantine…

She looked out the window. Dried sickle leaves were flying around wildly as a large shuttle slowly came in for a landing in the courtyard. Andu opened her mouth to call out to the rest of her family, but nothing would come. How were they still asleep with this racket? Apparently, it managed to wake up Piri, who nearly made Andu jump when he bumped into her side while trying to climb up for a better view out the window.

“What’s going on? Who’s outside?” Piri waited to ask until Andu had resettled herself after being startled.

“I’m not sure yet,” she answered as they both watched the shuttle’s doors slowly work through the unsealing process. Across the courtyard, she could see other Ni’s faces peeking out their windows. As far as she could tell, expressions seemed to range anywhere from fear to curiosity to… was that hope? Wait, had they seen the newscast last night? Did they think this was… there’s no way the humans could be here already, right?

They both watched intently as the doors finally opened and a ramp extended. Soon a line of creatures she’d only seen on screens filed down wearing yellow vests and hauling huge boxes in their arms or on carts they pulled behind them.

“It is the humans!” Piri yelled and jumped down from his perch. He ran to where everyone was stirring on the cushions, “Wake up! Wake up! The humans are here!”

Andu wasn’t sure if she should reprimand Piri for disturbing them, or if she should join in. Instead, she watched as the humans in the courtyard started setting up stations and continued hauling load after load filled with what must have been hexaheebs of food, clean water, and various supplies.

She turned to look back at her family who were trying to rise as fast as their weakened bodies would allow. Matki began coughing violently and had to rest against the wall. Andu went to help support him when a knock at the front door startled everyone. They all stared at the old chirrowood door, then around at each other. It had been so long since quarantine had started, they’d almost forgotten what a knock on the door sounded like.

After a pause, the knock came again, this time followed by a worried and drawn-out, “Hello?”

Once she was sure Matki was standing stable, Andu, being the least sick among everyone, walked to and slowly opened the door.

A human from the shuttle stood in the doorway. They were wearing a mask over their mouth and nose, but it was definitely a human! Their eyes closed slightly and creased in the corners as they nodded a greeting. “Hi, my name is Ali, I’m part of the relief team that’s been assigned to this district. We’ve got food and essentials to distribute and I just need to know how many are in this household and if anyone here is in critical condition.”

Andu blinked at the human for a moment as she took in what they’d said.

“We, uh, we have four adults and one child. There, there were more, but…” she couldn’t finish that sentence. From the look the human gave her, she didn’t need to finish it. Her sinuses stung as she fought to not cry. The first visitor in how long and here she was almost crying in the doorway?

“I'm so sorry for your loss,” the human’s head bowed and their shoulders dropped. “I wish we’d known and could have helped earlier. Is anyone here in need of immediate emergency care?”

At that point, Matki started coughing again. Andu and Ali looked back to see him sit back down until his coughing died down.

Andu sighed and turned back to the human. “None of us are great right now. Matki’s probably the worst out of all of us. He sounds bad, but he actually has started to stabilize in the past few days.”

Human Ali gave a short nod and started writing something on a tablet in his hands.

“Do you,” Andu’s voice trembled, “we heard a report last night about you. That you were coming. That you… do you…” she swallowed and fought back desperate tears, “do you really have a cure?”

The human’s eyes creased again. “We do.”

Andu didn’t need to turn around to know the effect this had on her family. She heard it. She felt it. This time, she didn’t fight back the tears.

“Right now,” Human Ali continued, “it’s in the final stages of approval for Ni use, we’re just waiting for the ‘go-ahead’ and we’ll help distribute it as soon as it arrives. Until then, I’ve got some food and supplies for you. I can help unload and unpack if you need?”

“That… that would be... thank you,” she wiped at her tears. “Thank you so much.”

Over the next few days, more shuttles came and went, bringing more supplies, food, tools, and just in general, a brighter outlook and mood to the entire neighborhood. The humans really were here to help, and they seemed happy to do so. Not only were they good with their promises of aid, but they also delivered on the cure they said they had. Ni were instructed on the drug’s use and administration directions thoroughly for both the tablet and liquid forms of the cure. The effects were quick, and from the reports on the newscast, overwhelmingly positive. The Ni were cured! The plague that had once threatened to wipe out their entire population was gone! Celebrations larger than even the Gauru Ni Moon Festival were planned, songs were written, stories shared and spread. It was wholly agreed by all that this was a historic time in Ni history that they all survived through, and all thanked Jentala above for sending the humans to help.

It went without saying that everyone wanted to know more about the cure itself. And that meant everyone, not just the Ni, but the rest of the galactic community who before, had written the Ni off as a lost cause because of the horrific disease. What was this miracle cure? What other things could it do? Where, by all that is bright and shining, did the humans get it, and could it be easily replicated?

The humans, for their part, were again as open and gracious with their information as they had been with their aid. It was an old medicine they’d discovered long ago on their planet. Considered to be the first “antibiotic,” it was widely used on Earth and had saved millions of lives since its discovery. It worked by interfering with bacteria cell walls and destroyed them by causing them to burst.

It was called

Penicillin.

“Amazing!” “Spectacular!” “So simple, yet so ingenious!” many in the galactic community praised. “How ever did you discover this amazing drug?”

The initial answer wasn’t too surprising, for humans at least: it was an accident.

Andu almost snorted as she read the report to the rest of her family. Granted, the end of the plague was the first time any of them had come in direct contact with humans, but they all had heard many of the stories about human escapades. Wild experiments that on paper seemed more like a drunken brainstorm party that ended up advancing rocket fuel technology by at least 8 lunar years. Crash-landings on category 3 death worlds and they ended up liking them so much they decided to set up colonies. Half of what they did seemed to be mistakes that just went right for them. Apparently, the miracle drug penicillin was included in those stories.

She looked up its history and manufacturing.

Andu felt claws dance down her back as she read more. It came… from mold? Mold?! She looked up from the tablet to the faces of her equally horrified hatch mates. It took them a moment to remember how to close their mouths.

"You mean like mold on old bread?" Piri broke the shocked silence.

Andu blinked and looked back at the report. Old bread? How many times had they not eaten bread fast enough in the warm humid seasons only to pick up a bul of bread and find mold growing on it. It was dangerous, it had to be carefully disposed of, it was… able to save lives?

She returned to the report. The more she read, the more comforted she became in the safety of the miracle antibiotic. That, and she couldn't argue with the results. Her family was around her, now loudly being altogether boisterous together as they "discussed" the humans and all the ways they played with death in order to save life.

Matki snatched the tablet from her claws, wanting to read the report for himself. As Andu was jostled by her now healthy, energetic family, she was just happy and eternally thankful that the humans were crazy enough to play with something as dangerous as fungus, and then kind enough to share what they discovered.

#humans are weird #aliens #space orcs #disease #penicillin #antibiotics #immune systems #space #hfy #ni #space australians #writeblr #original writing #short story

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eri-cheri · 3 years

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Now that we have reached the last chapter of the year. It is time to do a 2020 roll call of what I like to call, “State of the Shippers”:

1. IzuOcha. Status: Placated.

-IzuOcha’s could celebrate several cute tidbits throughout the year. Mini moments as they say.

Anime Highlights: The OVA’s came in clutch with moments for shippers all around and IzuOcha is no exception. We got a cute tidbit where Izuku and Ochako bumped into each other and were flustered.

Manga Highlights: Christmas kept on giving to this fandom as the AM doll Izuku gave Ochako made many appearances. A cute fist bump between the two was also exchanged and Mina was right there bouncing with y’all.

Heroes Rising: Izuku super man carried Ochako to safety. And was Angy she was injured. Fans could enjoy the small Lois Lane moment.

Troubling Signs?: Ochako said “I would like to be excluded from this narrative” when it comes to her feelings for Deku. She’s a hero damnit! So if they are in for something, probably won’t be while they are still in school.

II. DabiHawks. Status: Yikes.

- Dabi and Hawk’s very public breakup set this fandom in disarray but also kind of disayay?

Anime Highlights: None yet. This fandom was cruelly cock blocked by Bones. Sorry DabiHawks stans.

Manga Highlights: Where to begin, my goodness. With these fans, I guess the good and the bad is a plus in this homoerotic double agent relationship. We have the notion that Dabi may have known Hawks when they were kids, which may be a positive? Hori sure loves his childhood friends. Other than that. The GIRLS WERE FIGHTIN’. Hawks is now permanently scarred by Dabi and I don’t think it was kinky folks. Tokoyami inserted himself in the middle to White Knight Hawks, Dabi broke up with him via YT expose and overall, shippers could anguish in the absolute MESS that this ship endured this year. But I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. So...yay?

Heroes Rising: They were both in it.

Troubling Signs?: The entire relationship is a troubling sign which again, is part of the appeal. Maybe Hawks will cuddle up with Dabi’s father after the war. That’s troubling! Speaking of...

III. EndHawks. Status: Yearning and Burning.

-If there’s one thing Endeavor couldn’t stop worrying about, it was his hot (in more ways than one) new side piece who probably should have looked at the fine print when signing a contract to be a recurring guest star on “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s”.

Anime Highlights: A fateful meeting finally in high definition for all our eyes to see! Hawks’s unwavering support of his biggest hero was endearing to watch and their shenanigans together spurred the anime onlies to finally jump on the biggest May-December ship in the series.

Manga Highlights: Endeavor’s admiration and concern for Hawks seeped through the pages as we entered our most exciting arc in the manga yet. Fate split these two up yet entwined their downfall together. And that Fate’s name was Dabi...or should I say ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ or should I just say Touya!

Heroes Rising: “Don’t bite my head off, Endeavor.” Geez, can you flirt a little less loud Hawks?

Troubling Signs?: They say never meet your heroes and Hawks is in for a rude awakening. We shall see just how deep his admiration runs or if Endeavor’s past will split our dynamic duo up for good.

IV: TodoDeku. Status: “Precious”

-Shoto’s “Midoriya is in Danger” radar was highlighted in both manga and anime. 4th User’s quirk, who?

Anime Highlights: “Midoriya hasn’t returned yet.” “Where’s Midoriya?” “Midoriya! Grab my hand!” “Have some of my Soba Midoriya.” Shoto gets it. His emotional support friend is a danger magnet. TodoDeku’s also enjoyed tiny tidbits in the OVA such as a hand grabbing scene. Gotta hold tight to those crumbs.

Manga Highlights: Two Words. “Precious Friend.” Deku comes in w/o arms or legs fighting for Shoto and Shoto’s honor. These two spent the entire year worried sick about each other, and going against all odds to save each other. Precious Friends indeed. TDDK fans ate.

Heroes Rising: Shoto kicks some dog ass and then faints thinking of Deku (and Bakugo but shh. Let the shippers rejoice.) On the bright side, we have a 3rd movie coming featuring “The Three Musketeers” so shippers of TdDk can HOLD TIGHT to what’s to come.

Troubling Signs?: Shoto still doesn’t know about OFA and he’s gonna have LOTS of questions after this arc. Will Deku finally tell him? If not, it could make or break the ship.

V. TodoBaku. Status: “Shining through the city with a little funk and soul.”

-Who knew the greatest comedy duo we needed was Shoto and his hot headed “friend” or not friend? It still remains unclear to Shoto. Regardless, these two had a fun year.

Anime Highlights: “I wanna see your cute face”, disco dancing, and more fun in the provisional license training. Plus the OVA added some cute moments between the two such as Bakugo staying behind to save Todoroki during a dangerous excercise and his adorable plan neatly animated for us. I’d say TodoBaku’s really were resurgent and energized this year!

Manga Highlights: Shoto, that is not how you properly Catch a Kacchan, I’m sorry. But at least you did it you mad lad. As with Deku, Shoto spent the year worried sick about Bakugo. While the anime let us have our fun, these two were suffering in the manga.

Heroes Rising: Again, Shoto put a dog down and then fainted with Bakugo on his mind (and Deku but we ignore that. Shush.) TodoBaku’s have the 3rd movie to look forward to which is bound to have some amazing content!

Troubling Signs?: They have a lot of trauma to deal with. And a lot of Deku to worry about. I also imagine Shoto will be hurt about being left out of the OFA secret. We shall see what 2021 has to offer.

VI. KiriMina. Status: Unbreakable.

-Changing your hairstyle to match the gal who inspired you in middle school? Sorry y’all but if Mina were a guy, I’d say that’s gay af.

Anime Highlights: We got that backstory Bois. Red Riot’s origin might as well make him be called Pink Riot. Again with Hori and the childhood friends though I wouldn’t exactly call them friends. They just went to the same middle school but Kirishima was highly influenced by Mina’s Chivalrous spirit! A ship is born!

Manga Highlights: The influence is mutual! Mina creates a move based on Kirishima’s unbreakable and we all let out a collective “awwww”. Also in the war arc, we got Kirishima making sure Mina’s chivalrous spirit shines through right into Gigantomachia’s mouth! KiriMina may just be the unsung MVP’s of this arc.

Heroes Rising: They were in it.

Troubling Signs?: I can’t think of a single one. KiriMina’s can enjoy a peaceful sailing.

VII: KiriBaku. Status: Crumb Collectors.

-2020 was an uneventful year for KiriBaku but Bones made sure there were crumbs aplenty! Thank God for OVA’s!

Anime Highlights: KiriBaku’s did thrive in one episode! Kirishima reflects on the sludge incident and evolves his quirk based on inspiring words from Bakugo! Hooray! KiriBaku’s can thrive in their blossoming friendship. The OVA also has Kirishima (and Kaminari but shh) once again following Bakugo’s lead when it comes to the training excercise. How can you not? He’s so manly!

Manga Highlights: Not gonna lie. There is nothing much here this year. I did find a teeny tiny flake in Aizawa’s flashback. Kirishima and Bakugo are sitting next to each other. Oh! And at the hot pot gathering, Bakugo sits next to Kirishima! Eat your crumbs KiriBaku’s! There’s always next year!

Heroes Rising: Kirishima hangs with a lazy Bakugo and delivers the most hilarious line in the whole movie. “Silly Bakugo, there won’t be villains here!” Hahah... Silly Bakugo. Oh you~ KiriBaku’s can inhale the fact that those two sure love to hover around each other!

Troubling Signs?: With great crumbs come little responsiblity. No trouble if there’s no content! 🤔

VIII: KamiJirou. Status: Singing their hearts out 🎶

-If there’s any ship that’s coming close to canonization, I think this is it, folks! “Think of the person most important to you!” Can’t argue with Midnight!

Anime Highlights: Kaminari does non stop encouraging of Jirou and her hobbies! He works super hard to learn guitar for her sake! We love a king who can encourage his queen!

Manga Highlights: Kaminari thinks of the most important person to him and surprise! It’s Jirou! All of the feels can commence.

Heroes Rising: They were in it!

Troubling Signs?: Kaminari does love his women. And men. Kaminari overall is a huge flirt. But Jirou appears to have his heart strings. ❤️

IX: BakuDeku. Status: Rising. 👑

-Alternative Statuses include Winning, Thriving, Soaring. It’s just been non stop content this year. 2020 is truly the year for BakuDeku. The shippers can rejoice.

Anime Highlights: Three words. Be. My. Cane. The OVA’s helped fan the flames of the BkDk hearts with a surprise! Deku tops! Not only that, we got a lovely shoulder tap of encouragement in the canon material. While in season 4, Deku’s primary focus was Eri. Bakugo and Deku still had their moments to be hella gay.

Manga Highlights: Where do I even begin? I guess we’ll just cut to the chase with Bakugo Katsuki: Rising. We finally saw Bakugo’s true feelings manifest for Deku and if getting stabbed for him isn’t the ultimate showing of love, then idk what is. BakuDeku’s rounded out the year with the Volume 29 cover AND the volume 29 cover drafts to eat at our heart strings. Overall, their relationship got the spotlight in the manga this year. And we’re bound to start 2021 with a dramatic confrontation. Hand holding seems to be the key with these two and it didn’t stop with Heroes Rising...speaking of.

Heroes Rising: The entire movie. Like....yeah. That’s it. [OP, your bias is showing. You have to be SPECIFIC.] {But random criticizer in my head, if I lay out the entire plot of the movie, my post will be too long} [OP....] UGHHHH Okay okay. The POPSICLE MELTING. THE HAND HOLDING. THE CHARACTER DESIGNS OF WHAT MIGHT AS WELL BE THEIR LOVE CHILDREN. Did I mention? “It’s fine if it’s you?” CAUSE YEAH. Oh and All Might randomly officiating their wedding in their heads like idk. Isn’t it just simpler if I say the whole movie??!

Troubling Signs?: Well these two’s relationship is extremely delicate and while it has non stop soared this year, Deku might not take too kindly to Bakugo almost dying for him. Will they stop pushing each other away? Time will tell.

That’s all for this year folks! Happy Shipping and good luck to everyone next year!

#my hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #izuocha #tododeku #todobaku #DabiHawks #endhawks #KiriBaku #kamijirou #kirimina

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asthmark · 4 years

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❝ 10 things i know about you ❞ l.jn

synopsis → there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

request → “if you're still accepting requests, can u make a domestic roommate!jeno? 🥺🥺 thank you and have a nice dayyy”

word count → 7.1k (bruhhh)

sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.

it’s not that he’s a lousy roommate or that you disliked him in any way; you just didn’t know him. you had first met through a mutual friend. they knew jeno was looking for someone to split rent with and that you happened to need a place to stay. they promised you he would give you privacy and assured jeno you were excellent roommate material. with that, arrangements were made and soon enough you moved in together. of course, it was a bit awkward at first but you two eventually got used to each other’s presence. although you were never in the same room for too long and oftentimes went days without speaking, you coexisted.

for a long time, you only knew a couple things about your roommate. for example, you were aware of his strong love for cats, especially his pet calico, seol. you also knew he kept the freezer stocked with pizza rolls that he would use as energy when he stayed up all night playing video games.

what you didn’t know, however, was that you would be spending the next couple months locked in your apartment with him. on top of that, you would begin to learn more things about him—his life, his personality, his feelings.

there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

1. he’s a heavy sleeper.

at 10:28 in the morning you find yourself seated at the dining table in the kitchen, spooning froot loops into your mouth. as you stuff your face, you scroll through your phone for entertainment. you decide to open instagram first but you quickly find that to be a mistake. as soon as you open the app a picture of lucas and who you thought was his ex-girlfriend greets you. if that was bad, the caption hits you like a ton of bricks.

@lucas_xx444: should have never left you

in only five words, lucas has completely erased the months you spent dating. it meant nothing to him. sure, things hadn’t ended things the best way but going right back to his toxic ex and even admitting to missing her—now that was a new low. was this his way of getting back at you? his way of making you hurt just like he had throughout your entire relationship? the thought alone leaves you feeling sick.

you decide you’ve already had enough social media for one morning so you decide to check your messages instead. your friends usually left a couple of them overnight. to your surprise, you find that your main group chat has accumulated 241 messages.

[10:48 am] you: good morning i see u guys have been vry chatty

[10:49 am] yeji: ur finally awake!

[10:50 am] yuna: we thought u died lol

[10:50 am] lia: YUNA

[10:50 am] lia: NO

[10:51 am] ryujin: the timing for that joke could not be worse

[10:52 am] yuna: humor is my coping mechanism leave me alone

[10:52 am] you: ??? what happened

[10:53 am] chaeryeong: we left msgs for a reason dummy read them!!

[10:53 am] you: umm there’s over 200 and im not abouta read all that

[10:54 am] yuna: well then lemme break it down

[10:54 am] yuna: the world is ending :)

[10:55 am] you: welp it was about time

[10:55 am] lia: why r u guys like this

[10:56 am] yeji: there’s been a covid-19 outbreak and it’s spreading like wildfire so the government issued a stay at home order :/

[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT

[10:57 am] ryujin: ikr it’s crazy we literally can’t go anywhere

[10:57 am] chaeryeong: and we can’t get boba today either ;( i was so looking forward to that

[10:58 am] ryujin: let’s pls take a moment of silence for all the current and future boba dates that will have to be cancelled

[10:59 am] yuna: no way am i gonna let some wannabe flu make me go boba-less i’m still going out >:(

[10:59 am] lia: ...ur joking right

[10:59 am] yeji: what color casket do u want yuna?

before the groupchat can distract you any further, you place your phone down on the table. you sit back in your chair and let the newly revealed information sink in.

you were stuck inside.

you sigh before standing to clean your dishes. as you’re scrubbing away at your bowl, you feel something brush against your leg. you smile, not even having to look down to know it was seol. the cat would often wander into your room or sleep next to you when you watched tv on the couch. in fact, you were pretty sure you spent more time with seol than his owner.

you gaze at jeno’s room. as always, the door is shut. you wonder if you should let him know what was happening. you two usually kept your distance but you figured that the circumstance you found yourself in was an exception. you quickly dry your hand and shuffle towards his room.

you knock once, quite softly. you assume he’s asleep so you try again, this time a little harder. still, no avail. the third time you put even more force into it. by this time, seol has found his way beside you and claws at the door.

“jeno?” you knock a fourth time. “jeno! lee jeno!”

after more shouting accompanied by incessant meowing, you hear some muffled movement. moments later the door knob twists open and there stands your roommate with disheveled hair and a robe that had obviously just been thrown on his body. seol has taken the open crack in the door as an invitation inside the bedroom.

jeno blinks a couple times as he watches the feline get himself comfortable on his bed. he turns back to you, looking slightly disoriented. you’re not sure if he’s half asleep or your sudden presence has thrown him for a loop. his voice comes out raspy when he asks, “was he, um, bothering you or something?”

you shake your head, vigorously. “that’s not why i came. it’s just that my friends told me that there’s been some kind of virus outbreak and we’re supposed to stay home. so, i thought i’d let you know.”

his face softens. “oh, cool.” suddenly, the look changes. “not the virus thing! that’s totally not cool. i meant, it’s cool that you let me know and stuff. you just saved me a huge freak out so, uh, thank you.”

you smile and nod. “no problem.”

jeno’s eyes linger as you retreat back into your room down the hall. the sound of his door shutting is heard only once you’re out of his eyesight.

2. he can cook better than you.

most of the time, you would go out to eat dinner with your friends in the evenings or at least stop by a drive thru. obviously, this was no longer possible in the midst of a pandemic. you found that to be incredibly frustrating as you sat on your bed, stomach empty. no matter how badly you wished to fix it, your laziness had gotten the best of you. apart from that, you already knew how unlucky you were when it came to cooking—the memory of burning noodles at lia’s house one night had been permanently seared into your brain.

you almost believe your mind is playing tricks on you when you catch a whiff of pasta in the air. for a moment you think it’s your next door neighbor, taeyong, cooking again. you knew he was quite the chef. but, the smell is getting stronger by the second and you decide it must be in your apartment.

you wander into the kitchen, only to find jeno standing over the stove. he’s stirring red sauce in a pot when he notices you watching him.

“oh, hey,” he greets with a polite wave.

you can only stare at the rest of the kitchen—pots, pans, and ingredients all over the place—in utter awe.

he chuckles, awkwardly. “yeah, sorry about the mess. i’ve been told i’m a decent cook but i can never seem to get the tidiness down.”

“no, it’s not that. this just all seems so... professional.” you sniff the air once more. “smells amazing, too.”

he smiles, sheepishly. “thanks. are you a fan of spaghetti?”

you nod.

“good. i wanted to make something you’d like.”

“you really didn’t have to,” you say, leaning against the fridge. “i mean, i’ve never done anything for you.”

he uncovers a pot to check on the pasta. you watch as hot steam rises out of it. “what about this morning?”

you can’t help but laugh. “that most certainly does not count. you’re making an entire meal. that takes a lot of effort.”

he waves a hand, dismissively. “i used to cook a lot with my old roommate, doyoung. the guy was an asian gordon ramsey, i swear. so, yeah, this is nothing too crazy. and i really do enjoy it.”

“well, i’m still gonna repay you.” you fold your arms.

he looks away from his dish to raise a brow. “is that so?”

you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”

“tell you what, if you wash the mountain of dishes that are gonna be left over, we’ll be even.”

you stare at the sink that’s already overflowing with dirty kitchen tools. that wasn’t even half of it. “uh, sure, sounds good.”

he laughs at hearing the uncertainty in your voice. “that’s the spirit.”

3. he’s allergic to cats.

the familiar sound of soft purring is what pulls you attention away from the movie playing on your laptop. already knowing exactly who it is, you launch yourself off your bed to allow your furry guest inside.

“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”

the calico meows, almost as if he were responding to your question. you close your door and go back to your original position. you notice seol sitting directly in front of your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“come on up.” you pat your sheets, invitingly.

he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.

“have you ever watched ‘avengers’?” you ask, eyes going back to the explosive fight scene on the screen.

this time, seol doesn’t even bother humoring you with a meow. he stays silent with his head tucked into his paws.

you scratch his head and his tail wiggles. “i’ve gotta stop asking you questions.”

both you and seol’s heads snap towards the door when you hear a knock.

“come in!” you call out.

jeno swings open the door. his eyes briefly scan the room before landing on the furball on your bed. the unmistakable look of adoration shines in his eyes when he sees how lovingly you caress him.

“seol! what are you doing in here? bothering y/n?” the cat jumps off your bed and towards his owner standing in your doorway. jeno scoops him into his arms and faces you. “i’m so sorry. he saw me running a bath for him and bolted.”

“it’s all good. he’s a great movie buddy. besides, i could always use the company.”

jeno curiously glances at your computer screen. “is that ‘avengers’?”

“yep. i’ve seen it like a dozen times.”

“same here.“ he pauses. “hey, if you ever need a movie buddy—like you know, one that talks—just let me know.”

your face lights up. “i’m gonna hold you to that.”

”i hope so. well, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta give this guy a bath.”

seol yowls as if he understands the meaning behind the words and attempts to escape jeno’s grip.

“here we go again,” he mumbles under his breath.

you snicker at the sight. “looks like you could use some help.”

“oh, no. it’s fine. he can just be a little bratty someti—seol!”

in the blink of an eye, the feline has successfully hopped out of his arms and made a run for it.

jeno gives you an exasperated look before rushing off to catch his runway pet. you find yourself caught up in the excitement so you follow him, the two of you now in pursuit of the calico. you’re sure the image of you both chasing the fluffy animal around the apartment looks like something straight out of a comedy. even you and jeno can’t contain your laughter when he finally catches seol only for him to slip out of his hold a second later. this exact situation repeats itself a couple times before you finally get lucky.

“i got him!” you screech. “jeno! oh my god! what do i do?”

“bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” he chants in response.

you head in that direction with jeno trailing behind you, ready to catch seol if he somehow manages to get out of your death grip. you bend over the bathtub, slowly lowering the cat into the water. it’s clear he doesn’t have a problem with making a fuss as he wails and flails his limbs around.

after a while, he finally calms down enough that you can lather him in shampoo. jeno insists on scrubbing him, arguing that you had already done way too much. you sit back on your heels, observing the way the seol leans into his delicate touches.

“looks like he likes it now.”

“he likes to make a big deal but he ends up enjoying it every—“ jeno cuts himself off with a sneeze.

“tissue?” you offer.

he shakes his head. “that’s okay, thanks. i’m used to it. i’m just surprised my allergies haven’t acted up ‘til now.”

“allergies?” you echo.

“yeah, i’m allergic to—“ another sneeze. “cats.”

your eyes widen. “really? and you still have seol?”

“i could never get rid of him. he’s too good of a boy. isn’t—“ sneeze. “that right?” he tickles seol under his chin.

“wow. you must really love him.”

“so much.”

“he’s lucky to have you.”

“what about you? you get both of us. doesn’t that make you the luckiest?”

you snort. “i guess it does.”

4. he makes a good shopping buddy.

“i have officially cooked everything we have.”

“i can order some takeout, if you want?”

he juts his lower lip out and gives you puppy eyes. “but i like to cook for you.”

you laugh at his expression. “oh god, you look like that one pouty emoji people use when they try to be cute.”

he sits up. “did it work?”

you nod and pinch his cheek.

he yelps. “ah, stop! you’re acting like my grandma!” he manages to get out of your grasp. he rubs his face, soothing the spots you had squeezed. “seriously, though, we really do need to stock up on food.”

“i’ve already been looking into it.” you show him the screen of your phone. “says here you can still go shopping as long as you wear a mask and try to stay six feet away from other shoppers.”

he cringes. “i don’t know if i like the idea of being so close to so many people.”

“i can go by myself, then,” you suggest with a shrug.

he doesn’t hesitate to deny you. “no way are you going alone.” his possessive tone has you staring at him curiously so he adds, “you know, in case you can’t reach something on the top shelf.”

the teasing comment paired with his innocent smile makes you gasp in disbelief. “lee jeno! that’s low! and to think i almost thought you were worried about me.”

“who said i wasn’t?” he smiles at you again before standing up. “i’m going to find us some masks and then we can head out.”

once you arrive at your local grocery store, you find it to be packed. everyone seems to be in a hurry, grabbing things left and right.

“wow, it’s already gotten crazy,” jeno mumbles, stopping to stare at the flood of people that rush by.

you don’t hesitate to scold him. “well, don’t just stand there! we gotta get our stuff before there’s nothing left!”

without another word you slip into the frenzy of people. jeno struggles to stay behind you. after almost losing sight of you a couple times, he walks a little faster to catch up and places his arm firmly around your waist once he does. you look up at him, your mask covering your slightly agape mouth.

being the gentleman he is, he apologizes. “sorry but i don’t want us to get separated.”

you can only nod and mumble, “good idea.”

jeno pushes the shopping cart with his right hand and holds your figure with his left. once in a while, you’ll break apart from each other to grab an item you need but once it’s in the cart, he’ll make sure you end up in the same position. after an hour or so, you’ve grabbed enough and you decide it’s time to pay.

despite the mask she has on, you can tell the middle-aged woman behind the cash register has a big smile on her face once she catches sight of you and your roommate.

“well, just look at you two.” she sighs. “how cute.”

“oh.” you glance at her then jeno then her again. “oh, no. it’s not like that.”

you attempt to move yourself away from jeno only to find his grip to be so incredibly strong that you almost begin to think he’s trying to hold you in place. once you finally detach yourself from him, you begin loading your groceries onto the counter for the employee to scan. she does so, but not before giving you a displeased look.

“oh really? he holds you like that because you aren’t together?”

jeno assists her in placing the scanned items in bags. “i didn’t want to lose her.”

she pauses scanning a can of tuna to stare him down. “darling, that sounds like a line from a cheesy hallmark rom-com.”

you can’t help but chuckle. “what he means is that there’s a lot of people here and we didn’t want to get separated.”

jeno adds, “desperate times calls for desperate measures.”

the woman adjusts her glasses. “well, you do certainly seem desperate to have her close to you.”

jeno doesn’t say a word as he continues bagging but his smile reaches his eyes.

5. he works out.

why did the pandemic have to hit in the middle of summer?

you often asked yourself this, complaining about how inconvenient it was. especially on the days that made your apartment feel like it was on fire. the days that required a thin tank top and shorts. even then, you found yourself to be drenched in sweat.

you sprawled your arms and legs farther on the sofa, the leather material proving to be very uncomfortable. it was either that or your bed with the warm cotton sheets that stuck to your body. just thinking about it brings you discomfort. the only relief you could think of was a cold shower. you would have already taken one if jeno hadn’t been hogging the one bathroom in the apartment.

“jeno!” you yell.

silence; other than the sound of the water running.

“lee jeno!”

the water stops, temporarily for him to shout back an answer. “what?!”

you wipe at the sweat that has accumulated on the bridge of your nose. “hurry up! i’m melting!”

the water starts back up again and you groan. hoping to distract yourself, you pull out your phone. the group chat with your friends is surprisingly silent so you go to instagram for some entertainment. this time, your ex-boyfriend’s post isn’t the first thing you see. it takes you some scrolling but you do end up seeing another one of his pictures.

it’s simply two intertwined hands with a black and white filter. you identify the one on the left as his and although you aren’t as familiar with the one on the right, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. contrary to the last, this photo has no cheesy words for a caption, just a red heart.

but, your stomach doesn’t drop. you don’t feel hurt, either. obviously, you still don’t enjoy seeing him just because of all the awful memories that came with it but other than that, you feel unaffected by the image.

in fact, you feel so confident in yourself that you block him.

you’re surprised you hadn’t done it sooner. you had known you didn’t need him in your life any longer so why keep in contact? you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you press the red button that would keep him and his girlfriend out of your life. you knew with your whole heart that you didn’t need to see either of them.

before, a bit if you had felt the need to keep an eye on him. to see how he was handling the breakup and torture yourself with the fact that he didn’t seem to care. now, you could say you truly didn’t either. you didn’t need him or his stupid pictures. you had other, better things.

your friends.

your cat (yes, you considered seol to be yours).

your roommate.

you had to admit, jeno was the best thing on that list. quarantine had brought you and him significantly closer and you were over the moon about it. he was so wonderful that you kicked yourself for having lived with him for so long without ever really getting to know him. but it was easy to say you two were making up for lost time seeing as you spent every waking moment together. the record long showers jeno took being an exception, of course.

the moment the door to the bathroom opens, you rush into your room and quickly grab an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants to change into after your shower. you nearly drop them when you’re met with jeno’s soaking figure in the hallway.

his hair is damp and you can clearly see how long it had become. his skin looks healthy and moisturized, lotion among other skin care products had probably been applied. what really has you in a shock is the fact that the towel barely hangs below his waist. the droplets of water that fall from his hair and down his neck trail down his chest and toned torso towards the only area he has bothered to cover up. his bulky arms are also slightly wet, his veins popping noticeably. he shakes his head in an attempt to rid his hair of any water. then he runs his fingers through it, his muscles flexing ever so slightly as he does so.

“dude!” you exclaim, without a second thought. “you’re ripped!”

he smiles, his round cheeks growing at the unexpected praise. the way he could have such a rugged body but soft-featured face puzzled you to no extent. “thank you. i lift sometimes.”

“sometimes?” you repeat. “don’t be so humble! you’re basically hercules!”

he clicks his tongue. “ah, c’mon. i’m just an athletic person.”

you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”

“oh god,” he groans, obviously flustered. “you’re looking at me like you’re gonna eat me or something.”

you hold yourself back from making a less than appropriate innuendo. “no comment.”

his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “quarantine is really making you go crazy.”

you point a finger at him. “you try being stuck inside with your hot roommate!”

“trust me, y/n, i know all about hot roommates.”

you tilt your head, acting purposefully oblivious. “are you talking about doyoung?”

“what? no i—“ he sighs. “you know what, just take your shower.”

6. you can’t say no to him.

jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.

you give him a disappointed look. “knock it off, you’re gonna get dandruff in your soup.”

he ignores your comment. “i look like a hobo.”

you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth. “this i know.”

“y/n, this is serious!”

“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”

“i already told you! i’m a bum!”

“you? a bum?” you pause to think about it. “i mean, mentally? maybe. but physically? no.”

“my hair, though. it’s so long.” he grabs a strand of it and pulls it to emphasize his point.

you shrug. “if having lots of hair is the standard for being a bum, i think most of the population is.”

“i want to cut it,” he announces.

“you should,” you say, pointing your spoon at him. “wanna know why? because if you mess up, no one will ever know. other than me, of course. but if you pay me enough i’ll let you forget it.”

he smiles at the joke for a moment before he leans forward and his face goes serious. “will you help me?”

“what? no way. i’ll mess up. and it’s only funny if you do it.”

he pouts. “please?”

you stir your soup around. “just watch some youtube videos. after three, you’re automatically a professional.”

“i want you.”

the statement has your neck snapping up from your bowl to him. the smug grin on his face lets you know that he was well aware of the double meaning behind his words. it was clear he was trying to fluster you enough to get a yes.

“you think you’re flirty enough to straight up brainwash me into doing stuff?”

“well, i wanted to say that to you anyway but... kind of?”

you feel a smile creep onto your lips at hearing the genuine tone in his voice. you down your last few spoonfuls of soup and quickly stand up. jeno looks up at you, eyes hopeful.

“finish your dinner. get the scissors. meet me in the bathroom.”

not even ten minutes later, jeno practically dances into the bathroom, a pair of red craft scissors in his hand. he sits on top of the toilet lid, figuring that’d be the easiest way for you to reach him. you walk in moments later.

“i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be using these types of scissors for hair,” he mumbles as he hands you the sharp utensil.

you twirl them in your hand. “oh, definitely not. do you want to wait then?”

he shakes his head, his shaggy bangs swaying with the movement.

“alright, let’s get this going then.” you thread your hands through his thick locks to collect some of it in between two of your fingers. you bring the scissors forward and snip the small amount just to test the waters.

you slowly begin to get more comfortable and once you feel like you’re in your element, things begin to speed up. you move and cut faster but with efficiency. you do the spots on the back of his head and work your way forward. when it finally comes time to touch up his bangs, your small bathroom proves to be an inadequate spot to be doing this.

you end up standing balanced inches above jeno’s thighs that he’s pressed together tightly in an attempt to give you more room. you’re constantly readjusting your stance and when he notices, his hands go to your hips. you know he’s just trying to help you stay upright so you do a decent job but you still inhale sharply at the feeling of his hands on you.

not long after, you’re standing next to jeno as he inspects himself in the mirror. his fingers flick his newly shortened bangs around.

“not bad.” he tilts his head in a new angle and nods. “looks super good to me.”

you tuck the scissors into your back pocket with a relieved sigh. “oh thank god. i didn’t want to tell you before we started but i only watched two youtube tutorials on trimming hair.”

he runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “now that’s truly worthy of praise. and a tip.”

you raise a brow. “oh yeah? what’s th—“

he cuts you off by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he pulls back and drags his thumb over the skin that has come into contact with his lips. “thanks again.” with that, he leaves you standing in the bathroom, eyes wide and face warm.

7. he has six best friends.

“can i borrow your laptop?” asks jeno, from outside your door, nearly breathless.

you look up from your book. “uh yeah, sure.”

he rushes in your room and takes the item off of your dresser. “do you happen to have zoom on it?”

you shake your head and he groans. without another word, he disappears, running off into the living room. you hear his frustrated sighs as the minutes pass and he attempts to download the application. you finally decide to go check it out once it becomes too much to bear.

“it sounds like you’re in pain over here,” you comment.

he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m supposed to meet with my friends through a zoom call but it’s so complicated.”

you put a hand on your hip. “bet you five bucks i’ll be able to get it in five minutes.”

“are you kidding? i might be technologically challenged but i’m not stupid. i know you can do it fast, just help me out already, would you?”

“alright, grandpa.”

you type and click away at the screen, jeno watching you do so, entranced but equally as lost.

“well, i was wrong,” you say after a couple moments, leaning back in your chair.

“you couldn’t get it?” asks jeno, worriedly.

“no, it’s not that.” you click something on the screen and the app opens. “turns out i could do it in three.”

he rolls his eyes and shoos you out of the chair. he sits down and enters the code and password for the zoom meeting. it takes a minute, but he finally connects. you count six other people in the call. they all immediately cheer at seeing jeno and you hear them excitedly exclaim his name.

“hey guys,” he says, a smile already reaching his eyes. “it’s so good to see your faces.”

they all nod to agree. you get a good look at each one of them and realize they’re all boys. your eyes read over each of their display names.

mark me in ur heart

hyuckie~~~

moomin enthusiast

nananananana

chnele

lil huddy

“nice name, jeno,” ‘moomin enthusiast’ guy comments, snickering slightly. “glad to see you finally came to terms with it.”

‘jenojam’, his name reads. the rest of the group laughs, also teasing him about it. you assume it’s some kind of inside joke.

the self proclaimed ‘lil huddy’ furrows his eyebrows. “wait, did you choose that name yourself?”

jeno simply nods in response.

he glares into the camera. “donghyuck, you told me i had to put this as my name or else it wouldn’t let me connect!”

donghyuck—or ‘hyuckie~~~’, you presume—shrugs. “oops. guess i was wrong.”

you laugh at the humorous exchange. it seems like the sound has drawn some attention to you when ‘nananananana’ speaks up, eyes trained on you.

“um jeno? don’t you want to introduce your guest?”

jeno beams, dragging you closer into the frame. “i’m sure you all know about my roommate. say hi, y/n.”

you do so, waving and smiling politely at the group.

“you know, even though we used to always hang at jeno’s, i don’t think we’ve ever actually seen your face,” ‘chnele’ says, tilting his head.

you agree. “me neither. i’ve mostly just heard you guys.”

the ‘mark me in your heart’ boy sheepishly rubs his neck. “sorry. we tend to be a little loud.”

‘chnele’ lets out a high pitched screech of a laugh. “only a little?”

“i recognize that laugh!” you blurt. “i would hear it all the time!”

”that’s our little dolphin,” coos ‘hyuckie~~~’.

“oh god, stop. i hate that stupid nickname.”

“it’s well deserved.”

“i think you should apologize to y/n for being a nightmare to her eardrums.”

“and ours, for that matter.”

“what about all your little freestyles? i’ve had to sit through hundreds of them and i never got an apology!”

“because they’re not bad! could you do any better?”

“you’re a soundcloud rapper, i think anyone could.”

jeno turns to you as the bickering on screen gets louder and louder. “this is gonna be a long call.”

once the group has moved on from roasting the life out of each other, you’re able to engage in some good-natured conversation. jeno teaches you the names and the other basics about the group. some points that stand out about the group is that mark is the oldest, renjun specializes in contemporary dance, jaemin inhales six cups of coffee on the daily, and chenle is insanely rich.

“what about jeno?” you ask them. “anything i should know about him?”

“he’s allergic to cats but the idiot still adopted—“

“she already knows about that, renjun,” jeno chuckles.

“oh. well. that’s pretty much the only interesting thing about him.”

jisung pipes up. “oh wait! he works out religiously too!”

you and jeno share a look. you burst into laughter and he simply glances away, slightly embarrassed. “oh yeah, i know that all too well.”

“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”

you nod at mark’s question. ��that too. he cooks dinner almost every night around here.”

renjun purses his lips. “he already cooks for you? wow. he must really like you.”

“you think?” jaemin asks. “didn’t you read any of the messages in the group chat? he’s practically in love with her. his words, not mi—“

“okay! i think it’s time for us to go! bye guys!” jeno doesn’t even give you a chance to say your own goodbye before he’s clicking the ‘end call’ button in the bottom right corner.

you give him a confused look. “what was that all about?”

“they’re crazy.” he laughs. “well, if you need me i’ll be in my room screaming into my pillow for the next couple hours.” he dashes off leaving you standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened.

8. he‘s a great listener.

jeno has officially replaced seol as your movie buddy, not that you have a problem with it. you thought it was nice to have someone you could actually converse with but of course, you make sure seol still sits in.

“what i’m saying is that iron man just wants to protect his team.”

“well, if they sign the accords, they basically surrender themselves to the government.”

“and?”

“you don’t see a problem with that? see, captain america knows what he’s doing. he’s literally an avenger—“

“so is iron man!”

“let me finish! so, he’s an avenger, right? he has the best judgment because he’s saved the world countless times. he knows how to operate his team and do the right thing.”

“okay but there’s casualties. and that’s what iron man is trying to fix.”

“how do you save the world and not have casualties?”

“you just—“ your phone rings mid argument and you raise your finger towards jeno. “this isn’t over.” you put the phone to your ear, not bothering to check the caller id. “hello?”

“sweetheart?”

you feel a chill go up your spine. was it him? no, it couldn’t be. you had blocked his number shortly after you did so on all your social media.

“baby, don’t be so shy. i know you’re there.”

you can’t hold back. “please don’t call me that.”

he chuckles, breathlessly. “oh, c’mon. you used to love it. you still do.”

“no, i don’t. actually, i don’t want to hear your stupid pet names or stupid voice or see any of your stupid posts. just go bother your girlfriend and leave me alone.”

you notice jeno perk up beside you out of the corner of your eye. he must have been caught off guard by your irritated tone.

as always, lucas is unaffected by you. “i’m being nice and giving you a second chance. i even called you behind soyeon’s back.”

“is that something i’m supposed to reward you for?” you scoff. “congratulations, you’re now awful, toxic, and a cheater.”

he growls. the sound was familiar. in your relationship, if you heard it you knew he was going to snap at you until he had the satisfaction of making you cry. “i know you miss me so don’t say things you’re going to regret later. because even when you’re back in my arms, i won’t let you forget it.”

the thought of being back with him made you feel icky. but the fact that he sincerely thought you would crawl back to him set your entire body on fire. “are you joking? i was always aware of the fact that you treated me like the dirt you walked on but do you seriously think that lowly of me?”

you’re rendered speechless and apparently, so is he because the other line stays silent.

“i wouldn’t go back to you if you were the last person on earth,” you spit. “you treated me horribly, wong yukhei. i won’t ever forget it. move on. i have.”

you glance at jeno, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen it. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on your cellphone. the glare he gives the device is so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if even lucas could feel it, wherever he was.

you hang up and block the number, wishing to never talk to him again. you toss your phone onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. you find jeno’s gaze to still be focused intensely on it.

“if you gave lucas that look, i’m pretty sure he’d cry.”

he breaks his concentration, eyes going to you instead. his entire face softens. “all i’m going to say is he better pray we never cross paths.”

“well, if you happen to, call me up. i wouldn’t mind helping you beat the crap out of him.”

jeno chuckles for a second then lowers his voice to a whisper. “he was really bad to you, huh?”

you nod. “he messed me up. i hate to admit it ‘cause i know i was stupid to stay with him for as long as i did.”

your roommate shakes his head. “don’t say that. it’s not your fault he messed up the best thing that would ever happen to him.”

“i thought i was the problem for so long, jeno. i was so blinded by love. then, i realized there was no way he truly cared for me when he treated me like i had no heart to be broken.”

jeno scoots towards you and rubs soothing circles into your arm. “you have such a big heart. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that he took advantage of that. i’m sorry that you were stuck with someone so insecure and ignorant. please, don’t think about him anymore.”

you hold in your tears. you refused to cry over someone like lucas. “i know. i try so hard not to.”

jeno holds your head into his chest. his arms are placed securely on your back. “oh, baby.”

when jeno uses this pet name on you, it feels so completely different from lucas. you could tell me meant it. he wasn’t using it to make you stay a little longer, to assure you he loved you. strangely enough, you do not need to be convinced of that. you feel like you have known it for a long time.

9. he likes to be the big spoon.

you’re not sure how he’s done it but you end up falling asleep in jeno’s arms. you assume it had been so long since you had been cradled and rocked so delicately that the foreign yet extremely delightful sensation knocked you right out. even seol is deep in sleep, laying down peacefully at your feet.

you relish in the feeling of jeno pressed right into your back. he fits so perfectly against you that it reminds you of a puzzle piece. to be exact, the moment when you connect the last two pieces and the full picture becomes complete. that was how you felt—complete.

with jeno’s soft breaths tickling the back of your neck and his soft snores filling your ear, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his arm that is wrapped around you makes sure you can’t escape his embrace. you are positive that even if you had the liberty of doing so, you would stay exactly where you were.

you lean farther back into your pillow, closing your eyes. you let every thought fade away as you try to fall back asleep as soon as possible. you wanted the moment you found yourself in to last as long as possible.

10. he has feelings for you.

jeno mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he toys with your hair.

it just seemed right to him. like something he was meant to do with you. he had seen these types of things in films and shows before. it was intimate and touching, the scenes were always meant to tug at the audience’s heart strings and show how in love the two characters were. perhaps, even though you lay asleep in his arms, he wants you to finally know.

“honestly, being inside with you all the time is kind of the best. i know the whole virus situation is less than ideal but being able to spend so much time with you... that’s all i could ask for.” he pauses. “isn’t it so crazy how before this we were all weird and awkward around each other? well, i guess we still kind of are. that’s mostly my fault so... sorry. i just don’t know how to act around you sometimes. we’re barely getting close and i’m already this attached to you. as jisung would so kindly say, ‘i’m simping’.” he chuckles to himself. “all jokes aside, i really do like you. ever since you moved in here all cute and nervous, you’ve taken your own little place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. and these past few weeks, you just keep on taking up more and more room in there. not that i have a problem with it. i just...” he stops as if he doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. “really, really like you.”

“thanks.”

you feel him jolt then abruptly stop stroking your hair. there’s silence until he asks, “you don’t happen to be a sleep talker, do you?”

you shake your head.

“and did you hear like, a lot of what i said?”

“only the important stuff. like how awkward you are and how much you like me.”

“o-oh.”

“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”

you feel his relieved breath hit the skin of your neck. “that’s the best thing i’ve heard all day.”

you tilt your head back and stare at him, confused. “what, did you seriously think i wasn’t into you?”

he shrugs. “i was too busy simping, i guess.”

you can’t contain your laughter at the use of the slang. “park jisung would not be proud.”

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Telling Him Your Pregnant ~ Jackson Wang

His suspicions over your behaviour were at an all time high, pretty early on Jackson could tell that something wasn’t quite right, he knew you incredibly well, and could pick up on whenever even the smallest thing was wrong with you.

“Everything alright?” You questioned as you walked into the kitchen, spotting him staring off into the distance as he stirred the pot of pasta on the hob.

He quickly brought himself back into reality, glancing across at you with a forced smile. You sat yourself down at the table, pulling one of the other chairs across so that you could put your feet up, finally allowing yourself to relax after yet another long day of work.

“What are you cooking?” You asked, struggling to decipher what was going on from the smell in the room. Jackson picked up the recipe book and handed it across to you, showing you the page of sweet and sour that he was working from.

“Is that good with you?” He questioned, “I know it’s one of your favourites, so I thought I’d treat you.”

“Oh,” you muttered, looking across at him. “To be honest, the last time I had this I wasn’t exactly a big fan, something about it just didn’t feel right,” you admitted, struggling to put a smile on your face. “Is there anything else you could do instead?”

Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed together, looking away from your eyes and down to your tummy. It was incredibly uncharacteristic of you to ever turn down any meal that Jackson made for you.

“I thought it would be a nice meal for us seeing as we’ve not eaten together recently, why don’t you try it again, I’m sure you’ll like my version,” he tried to assure you, continuing to cook.

“We both use the same recipe, there’s no way you could change things.”

You quickly tried to think of another way to subtly put Jackson off of cooking the dinner. As he continued to cook, just the smell was enough to send knots in your stomach as you tried to push It all aside as best as you could.

“At least give it a try, have a look,” Jackson grinned, carrying the pot across, bringing it under your nose so you could get a strong sniff.

Straight away your hand reached out and pushed the pot away, ignoring the warmth that came from the side of it. Jackson quickly moved it away from you when he noticed your face scrunch up, feeling his suspicions grow stronger.

“Please,” you sighed, wiping underneath your nose to try and get rid of the smell, “it’s just not something that I want Jackson, please stop trying to push me into eating it,” you requested, struggling to keep it together.

He placed the pot back down before turning to look at you. “Are you going to try and convince me still that you just made a dodgy meal or last time or be more honest with me?”

“I am being honest,” you protested, looking away from his glare.

His head shook, “I’ve noticed changes in you Y/N, I know what this sort of stuff means. So, just tell me, convince me that I’m not going crazy by thinking you’re pregnant.”

“Alright,” you whispered, brushing your hands through your hair, “I’m pregnant, that’s why I don’t want to eat it. Everything about it just makes me feel sick.”

Jackson let go of a huge sigh of relief as he made his way around the table, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your hands rested against his forearms as you felt his lips press several times to the side of your head. “I knew that was what was really going on.”

“How did you even know?” You chuckled, glancing up at him, “are you some sort of geek on pregnancy? How do you even pick up on these things?”

“I’d done a bit of research in preparation for the future,” he admitted, “I wanted to try and be prepared for whenever this moment happened.”

The two of you had had a few discussions about a family over the years, as Jackson got older, he became keener and keener to start a family with you. He didn’t want to panic you with how much research he did, but he wanted to know everything so that he could help you.

“I’m happy,” he whispered into your ear, “I don’t know if you didn’t tell me if you were scared or worried, but I want you to know that I’m more than ready for this, and I’m going to be with you every single step of the way.”

“No time felt like the right time to tell you, but you ruined that anyway.”

He let go of a loud chuckle, shaking his head, “I guess it’s just an instinct, I could tell that something hadn’t been quite right with you for some time. I’m just glad to know what’s going on with you, I was beginning to worry that you were getting ill.”

Most of the things that Jackson had picked up on, you hadn’t even picked up on yourself. He’d often catch you absentmindedly resting your hand against your tummy or swerving the wine list whenever the two of you went out to dinner.

“What do you reckon to becoming a dad then? Are you excited?”

“Of course, it’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“You don’t think it’s happening too soon? I know work is going incredibly well right now, I don’t want this to feel like a burden.”

“It will never be a burden,” he assured you, “at whatever moment you fell pregnant would be perfect, work will always be second best to my family.”

Your head nodded as Jackson squeezed you a little bit tighter, pressing several soft kisses against the side of your head.

“It doesn’t quite feel real that we’re having a family,” you confessed to him.

As much as it was still a surprise to Jackson too, he couldn’t hide the overwhelming feeling of excitement he had about starting a family together. “I reckon it will feel really pretty soon when we start having to go to scans and building nurseries. It will be so cool doing all the prep for having a baby, there’s so many things that we’re going to need to do, so many fun things to look forward to.”

“What about the part when I can barely stand up anymore and you end up having to do most of the work for me?”

His lips pressed to your cheeks, “that bit is exciting too, because I’m going to take the best care of you and do everything for you. And for us, the three of us together.”

“I’ll remind you of what you just said when I end up waking you up in the early hours to get me a drink or help me sleep.”

None of it ever mattered to Jackson, he knew that he was going to do everything possible to look after the both of you. He’d made no secret of the fact that he wanted to be a dad one day, whenever that day would be.

“I’ll do it in a heartbeat, for the rest of your life, forever, I’ll always be there for you.”

“Forever is a pretty long time you know.”

“Not when I’m with you.”

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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Harley’s cooking may be overboard to poor Ivy but to Ivy, she wouldn’t said no to Harley’s cooking

"Whadduya think Red?" Harley Quinn eagerly asked Poison Ivy who was in the middle of eating some very heavy pasta she had just finished cooking.

Ivy didn't know what to expect since Harley had never actually cooked for the two of them before. But to her shock not only was Harley's cooking good but it was downright irresistible. It was legitimately hard for Ivy to put the fork down once she'd gotten started eating. After her plate was finished Ivy huffed and wiped her mouth clean. "Dude. Harl! You know I'm not the type to blow smoke up your ass unless we're talking poetry slams."

"Which ya said I was really good at."

"Right. Well this is legitimately some restaurant quality cooking."

Harley's eyes lit up when she heard that and she squealed like the biggest fan girl meeting her biggest celebrity crush in real life. She rushed into the kitchen and much to Ivy's surprise reveals she had cooked a hell of a lot more than a few plates. Harley returns with a giant pot of pasta that leaves Ivy's eyes widened in shock.

"...Holy shit," she utters. "I don't even own any industrial-sized pots."

"I found it the other day!" Harley merrily exclaimed then loaded Ivy's plate with more pasta. "An' now that I know ya love my cookin' so much it's a good thing I did!"

Poison Ivy looked on back at Harley and the huge pot filled to the brim with pasta. But upon seeing that proud happy smile on her girlfriends face Ivy sighed to herself and resumed eating.

She got a little into it again once she started eating some more because the stuff really did taste excellent. But pasta wasn't light. One full plate alone had already left Ivy feeling comfortably full. Barely into her second plate the "comfortable" part had been thrown out the window to just a blunt fullness in her stomach.

Poison Ivy's tummy just felt heavy the more she ate but she soldiered on anyway because not only did the pasta taste good but she simply couldn't deny Harley when she looked so eager.

But it wasn't getting easier.

Ivy continued forcing herself to eat with every time she finished a plate having more pasta just merrily dumped on top of it courtesy of Harley Quinn. And Ivy could eat but she certainly didn't have quite as intense an appetite as Harley did. She wasn't used to eating quite as much quite as frequently.

Still despite the increasing weight she felt in her expanding tummy Ivy continued stuffing more and more pasta down her throat.

In doing so her slim lean tummy began to expand out and tighten around her now ill-fitting leather jacket. And the more Ivy continued to eat the more bloated she became. It felt like there was a big solid rock sitting in her stomach and only getting bigger and heavier the more she continued eating Harley's pasta.

A couple more plates in and Ivy stopped to rub her belly with one hand and moan in discomfort. It felt so tight against her jacket which was stretched out to the point where it barely fit her tummy anymore.

"Unf...oh man..." Poison Ivy muttered in groggy fashion. Then she brought a fist to her lips and released a big closed mouth burp that puffed her cheeks a little and left her huffing the gas out to the side.

"Cmon Red don't quit on me now! We're only halfway in!" Harley eagerly exclaimed and dumped more pasta onto Ivy's plate.

"Unnngh Harl. Don't you think maybe you oughta help yourself to this? You...nrmf...did a great job after all."

"Naw I made this all fer you silly!"

Poison Ivy blinked slowly.

"...You shouldn't have."

But she did and because of that Poison Ivy continued on despite noisy gurgly protests from her stuffed tummy.

She continued stuffing more of Harley's pasta down her throat but taking longer to actually chew and gulp each mouthful down. The fact is Poison Ivy was immensely full at this point and continuing to eat only earned her more gurgling ire from her increasingly stuffed belly. It grew so big that Ivy's jacket was actually riding up and revealing the bottom of Ivy's green bloated tummy.

So after getting a few plates in Ivy groaned miserably and decided to make it a little easier by unbuttoning her tight green pants. Once that was done she unzipped her jacket and instantaneously her belly spilled out with a hefty slosh and almost making Poison Ivy look pregnant. The movement upset the pressure in Ivy's belly and forced her to let out a burp so big that Killer Croc would've been green(er) with envy.

BUUUUUUUUURRRRRREEEEEEEEEYYYIIIIIHP!!!!!

Harley whistled with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Damn! Nice one Red!"

Poison Ivy groaned and slumped in her chair relieved from both getting that burp out and having nothing restraining her heavy rounded belly. She placed both hands atop her big green tummy and ran them up and down with a weary moan.

"Unnnngh...I'm so full..." Ivy moaned. She paused in the middle of her rubbing to release another closed mouth burp that rumbled deeply in her cheeks for a few seconds.

"Almost done!" Harley exclaimed and filled Poison Ivy's plate up with even more pasta.

Ivy looked like her face grew a shade greener.

Her belly groaned a sick acidic gurgle of protest.

But when she looked up in those big hopeful eyes of her bleached girlfriend it was just too much to say no. So against what little good judgement Poison Ivy had she ate and ate. Every plate made her belly feel unbearably heavy as it grew rounder and pushed her green pants down a little bit more.

Poison Ivy's large tummy emitted deeply gaseous gurgles so noisy that even Harley could hear Ivy's belly expressing its dismay. But Ivy kept eating anyway despite that. Her tummy grew heavier and more stretched out getting so big she had to spread her thighs out so it could breathe a little. And still she ate.

By the time she'd finished Poison Ivy was so bloated that she looked as if she swallowed a medicine ball. That's how massive her belly had become.

"Wow! Ya did it Red! Ya really ate every single bite!" Harley exclaimed happily.

Poison Ivy responded with a gigantic burp that made the table rattle and her massive tummy ripple.

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHPPP!!!!!!!!!

Harley laughed and blushed at the same time with approval. "Atta girl!"

Poison Ivy just slumped back in her chair and moaned. "Unnngh...dude...my stomach feels like it's gonna burst..." Ivy said moments before uttering another big throat rattling burp. She was so stuffed she couldn't hold them in or muffle the gas in anymore if she tried. And her belly was so heavy that she couldn't even get out of her chair. Not that she had any desire of moving right in that moment.

So Harley Quinn pulled a chair right next to her girlfriend and started rubbing her enormous green belly for her. Ivy's belly felt as hard as a rock. It was so heavy and so full that there was barely any give to it. Her tummy was stuffed taut as a drum and as noisy as a mob run chemical plant.

Still, Ivy uttered a pleasured moan when Harley's fingers ran across her agonizingly heavy tummy. There was so much pasta stuffed inside of her that Ivy's stomach was working overtime just to digest it all. But even with how heavy and overworked her tummy was, Harley's touch was utterly sensational.

Harley knew all the buttons to push from having her own tummy rubbed constantly by Ivy. She lovingly stroked Ivy's sides back and forth. Then she gently ran her hands up the highest peak of Ivy's big round tummy and all the way down to her pelvic area gently kneading into Ivy's lower tummy.

Her fingers kneaded into that tight hard flesh but a little pressure went a long way towards easing the tension Harley felt in Ivy's belly.

And with how stuffed and big it was Harley couldn't help pat Ivy's belly a few times to savor the feeling and the sound of the thumps her hand made. It was like she was patting a really really big pumpkin. The pats made another burp roll up Ivy's throat. At first she tried to muffle it in her mouth but it was so big that it blew past her lips and hand anyway.

mmmMMRRUUUUUURRRHOOOOOORRRAAAAAHP!!!!!

"C'mon ya can do better than that," Harley insisted. She placed her palm over Ivy's shallow belly button then she pressed down on Ivy's tummy a little harder to get a huge gassy burp to bellow out of Ivy's mouth instead.

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!!!!

Poison Ivy huffed and grunted. She felt another one bubbling up her throat and thumped her fist against her perky chest to get it out.

AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!

Harley blushed and lovingly kissed Ivy's big round tummy. "Ya did so so good Red. Thanks fer likin' my cookin' so much."

"Well I know you cooked it with your crazy love, Harl." Ivy smiled a lazy drunken smile and gave her belly a few proud pats. "And as it turns out...BUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!! Ungh...love is pretty fucking filling..."

#kink fic #poison ivy #pamela isley #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #the harley quinn show #dc comics #stuffing #belly kink #post stuffing #bloating #belly rub #burping

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passivenovember · 3 years

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mama said to smile while I still have teeth : PART TWO

(part one)

(or) Billy gets his wisdom teeth removed and Steve understands things will not grow back in the spaces we leave for them.

Billy hops down from the passenger side like it’s written in a script or something. Part B of his master plan, logical in the journey of what happens next.

He swings the car door open and charges through wet grass. Neon green blades stick to the heel of his boot, lopsided smile drawn forward to inspect the ferns nestled on either side of a welcome mat that says Bless this Mess.

It’s as if he’s been here before.

As if he belongs.

Steve watches Billy collapse on the porch swing, arms and legs folded under him like a house of cards toppled over in the wind. He must not realize that it’s functional, or something, because Billy sits bolt upright and uses the toe of his boot to get the swing moving, once he does.

Really moving, like. Banging against the bay window his mother leaves clear for her azaleas, moving.

Billy hollers. Makes grabby hands, like, “Push me!”

“You’re gonna get sea sick.” Steve chuckles, watching Billy shrug and take it for a ride.

Billy brings the swing to a sudden halt, when. “How come you’re all the way down there?” he asks.

Catching on.

Steve watches him struggle to get his feet up on the swing. Feels his heart shudder in fondness, when Billy grins up at him triumphantly.

“Didn’t know there were other options.” Steve says.

“There aren’t. Come here.” Billy gestures to the porch when Steve’s legs decide to fizzle out. “It’s a carnival ride. You got one on your porch, at your house, and--”

Steve claims of the second cushion when Billy removes the thumb from his mouth long enough to spell it out for him. “Cuddles.” He says.

Simple.

And his eyes are so blue. Bright. Steve doesn’t have a choice because, really, they’ve swapped sides with the rope.

Up and left this dimension all together when the flea got squashed by the acrobat deciding that they could skip the apologies and get to the good part.

Steve realizes that he wants this.

Billy. Scooting impossibly closer and humming the bridge to Mama Mia. “You smell good, Stever.” Billy says around the pad of his thumb. Dripping more blood down the front of his hoodie, and. Trying to get his face in Steve’s neck.

Which should be gross, but.

Steve just clears a path. Makes room for the warm nose that sniffs a trail up and around one ear. “You said I smelled like ass,” He accuses, sounding shaky. Star struck.

Billy’s breath feels like fairy wings. “Wrong. I said you smell like sweet grass and have a sweet ass, didn’t you pay attention to my context clues?”

“Um.” There’s something warm on Steve’s throat. Going wet in the middle, parting and sucking and--

He pulls away.

Billy smiles at him. tries to get in Steve’s lap but the bench moves with him and when the bench moves with him, Steve’s got a brick wall glued to his side.

Shivering. Cold, or afraid. Nervous.

“You tired?”

Billy shakes his head. With his whole body. “Wanna hang out.”

“You can sleep for a little bit. I’ll still be there, when you--”

Billy grunts. Refuses, so. Steve rubs the side of Billy’s shoulder, instead. Fabric and muscle and heat living somewhere beneath his fingertips. “You don’t wanna go in?”

“Nope.” Billy somehow works his way under Steve’s arm.

Feels right, striking oil in the heartland.

It starts raining again. Somewhere along the way, it starts getting cold and Billy shivers, peering up at Steve like he made it happen.

Like the heavens split open and bleeding at his command.

Steve chuckles, pushing off the swing and laughing harder when Billy squawks like an angry rooster.

“Where are we going?” He demands.

“Inside.”

Billy seems to hate that, like. Instantly.

“Don’t make me carry you, Hargrove.”

“Oh, look who’s got Popeye arms all of a sudden.” Billy leans back on the porch swing, thighs spread like. He has no idea how fucking--

It doesn’t matter.

“You need to eat.”

“My stitches haven’t fallen out.”

“Yeah, and they won’t. Not for days.” Steve leans against one of the porch posts, trying not to crack a smile when Billy’s thumb finds his mouth again. “Unless you’re planning to eat your hand, we gotta get some mac and cheese--”

Billy’s off the swing before Steve realizes what’s happened. He wanders in between the ferns in their bright orange pots. Jamming a thumb at the number above the doorbell, like, “This door?”

And. “Yeah?”

“This is the one with the cheese?”

“And the mac too.” Steve winks at him, watching a warm blush spread across a sea of freckles. He cocks his head, like, “What’s up?”

“Maybe we can do inside.” Billy says harshly. “For a minute. To kiss the noodles, or something--”

“Kiss the?”

“Open the door.” Billy suggests. “Now.”

So Steve does, biting down on a smile when Billy clomps through the foyer, tracking dirt and grass and pieces of Steve’s heart across imported marble.

“This is so huge.” Billy says softly. His eyes go bright all of a sudden and he’s right in Steve’s face. “You probably have so many pillows here. And chairs. And blankets, too, like. The big ones--”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s build a fort, Stever.” Billy says desperately. He bounces a little, managing to knock more mud onto the floor beneath him. “Let’s build a house. For me and you, and the noodles if they wanna stay the night.”

Steve grins, untangling Billy’s fingers from his hair. “Yeah, I guess we could do that.”

“Really?”

“Sure.” Steve points to the ground. “Boots off first, though.”

Billy jerks away. “No.”

“Stop being a little shit for like, three seconds--”

“Stop being party pooper. For like. Your entire adulthood.” Billy shoots back, collapsing onto the staircase and holding his foot in one hand anyway.

Steve holds his breath.

Billy stares at the boot, and his foot inside the boot, like maybe the connection between them is lost.

Steve feels like an asshole for finding it adorable, but. Billy looks up at him through his eyelashes.

“I think I’m still high.” He theorizes.

“Yup.” Steve tugs his own shoes off, placing them on the rack by the door.

“I don’t think I can untangle the knots.” Billy says miserably. He tries, though, scowling like the laces have done it on purpose.

Steve watches him struggle, and laughs at the struggle, before holding out his hands. “Give me your foot.”

Billy stares at him. “Really?”

“Our only other option is to wait around until you figure it out, and who knows how long that’ll take.” Steve says, waiting for Billy to shoot back with something venomous.

He doesn’t.

He coos, instead. Like a little baby bird, pointing his toes in the air with a giggle. “I’m Cinderella and you’re the prince,” Billy declares, laughing harder when Steve drops to his knees and gets the boot off in one go. “Prince Charming, Prince--”

“You’re just saying that because I have amazing hair and you have little blonde princess curls.”

“Hey.” Billy deadpans, holding out his second foot. “It grows out of my hair like that.”

“Head.” Steve chuckles.

Billy’s mouth falls open in a silent O, brows drawn in confusion.

Steve puts both muddy boots on the rack next to his own, smiling down at Billy’s puzzled face. “Your hair grows out of your head like that.”

“It does?” Billy asks in wonder. “I like it. Do you like it?”

And. “Yeah. It’s cute.” Steve says, holding out his hand. “Come on. Lunch time.”

Billy lets Steve pull him up, swaying a little bit at their proximity.

He doesn’t pull away, and.

This close his eyes aren’t just blue, they’re green. And yellow. And brown, like a kaleidoscope.

“Am I a cute person, Stever?” Billy asks softly.

“The cutest.” Steve says. Without thinking, but.

It doesn’t seem to matter. Because Billy’s high as a fucking kite, wiggling his hips and saying, “I think you’re cuter than me. Softer. Like an opil painting, or maybe a box of raspberry macaroons.”

Steve chuckles, not even trying to pull away when Billy’s fingers try to force their way into his mouth. “When have you had macaroons?”

“I haven’t,” Billy admits easily. “But I always thought that maybe you tasted like one.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but. Billy’s gone after that. Running his fingers along the wall and disappearing around the corner.

“C’mon, Stever! I want cheese flavored kisses.”

And Steve.

Doesn’t think Billy will remember this.

They order pizza instead. Steve knows that Billy’s gotta be careful with his incision marks. Not go to heavy on the fat and grease less than three hours after his surgery, but.

Steve tries to hold blue eyes even as they slip through his fingers. Pools and rivers disappearing beneath the Earth.

He’s starting to think that maybe.

All it would take is bat of those stupid eyelash and Steve would throw every responsible thought out the window.

Billy says, ��You got a laundry machine?” After the pizza performs its vanishing act.

And Steve says, “Yeah, why?”

Two seconds before Billy is stripping down naked.

“Woah, woah, hey--”

“There’s Kool-Aid on my hoodie.” Billy says from behind a wall of fabric. “I can’t walk around with red juice on my clothes, people will know I’m a vampire then.”

“You’re a vampire?” Steve tries to look away from Billy’s stomach.

The smooth planes of skin, soft just above a layer of muscle. He puts a hand over his eyes for good measure. Safe keeping when Billy gets the hoodie off in one go and he’s standing there.

Shirtless.

In the middle of the room like some kind of wet dream Steve never even realized he had.

Billy grins, curls sticking out in every direction. “They’d think it.”

And Steve’s brain is, fucking.

Offline. Distracted. He blinks, tearing his eyes way from Billy’s chest long enough to go, “Think what?”

“That I’m a vampire.”

And Steve thinks he couldn’t be. Too tan. Too--

Alive. Steve shrugs. “I don’t think it.”

“That’s because you don’t think.” Billy tosses the hoodie onto floor. He points at Steve, like, “Can I wear your sweater?”

And Steve looks down at himself. “This one?”

“Yeah.” Billy says. “Smells like you.”

And Steve doesn’t even have to think about it. Doesn’t even consider what it might mean, pulling the fabric over his head and handing it to an asshole who examines his Kate Bush tee shirt and says, “That one too.”

Like he’s trying to make Steve catch on fire.

Steve shakes his head. “What will I wear if you take all my clothes?”

Billy shrugs, like, “Not my problem.”

And he’s uncovering truths with those eyes. Getting a little too close to the root of it, the revelation, so.

Steve gives Billy the shirt too.

And tries not to think about the four seconds that they’re both shirtless. Standing in a room together, just. looking. Charting unmarked skin, eyes glazing silver springs on bronze soil.

Billy puts the tee shirt on, and the sweater over the top of that, until It’s just Steve.

Half naked in the living room.

“I’ll go grab another shirt, and then, um.” It feels like the walls are burning down. Steve’s thoughts fall like bullet points. “We should go outside,” He says. “Wanna go sit on the swing?”

Billy frowns. “’S cold outside.”

“Yeah, but.” Steve picks the hoodie off the ground. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Billy’s fingers don’t leave his skin. Don’t soothe, when they light trails of smoke over his collarbone.

Steve leans into the touch anyway.

Gives into the pull, anyway, when Billy grabs his cheek and brings their eyes together, looking every bit like he’s got something to say.

Something important.

“What?” Steve asks. Wanting to touch. Wanting to--

“You know my mom threw a plate at my old man,” Billy says, eyes resting on a scar they both know is there. Hidden, like gold beneath caverns of rock. “The day she left, she. Threw my Mickie Mouse at him.”

“Your plate?”

“It was a bowl.”

“I’m sure he deserved it.” Steve says easily. “I’m sure it was the only way to win.”

“There aren’t any winners with stuff like that.” Billy says gently. His eyes are watery again. Steve’s getting suspicious of it, like maybe that’s just how the world comes together for Billy. With water and sphere’s of blue.

God hovering over the surface of the deep.

Billy sighs, thumb twitching against his leg. “Neil would’ve killed her.”

And Steve hates Neil.

Knows more than be probably should. Pays attention, takes notes.

“That just means she’s resourceful, right?” Steve whispers. “Using the stuff around her to fight fair.”

“Wasn’t fair.” Billy whispers, finally looking away. Eyes studying the rain as it drips from the trees above.

“Clean, then.” Steve shifts, rocking the porch swing as he sits criss-cross with his knees pressed against Billy’s thigh. “Even fight. Clean break.”

He wonders how he can get those eyes on him again.

How he can be taken apart.

“No such thing.”

Steve doesn’t get it. “What do you mean?”

“All breaks sever the bone.”

And Steve thinks. Maybe. “Are you high?” He squints at Billy’s face, trying to see if it’s written on his forehead.

Billy smirks. “I think so.”

“Still high.” Steve says, wanting to lift his fingers. Prod at swollen cheeks. He doesn’t, when Billy’s eyes start welling up again. “Don’t cry.” Steve suggests, sliding closer. “Don’t cry, Billy--”

“I’m sorry about--”

“I know.”

“That night. It was. I never should’ve--”

“She’s your sister.” Steve says fiercely. Because. “We were trying to protect you.” And he was. At the root of it all, deep in the center of himself. Steve turns outward again, feet planted on the ground. “We didn’t want you to get roped into our shit. With the monsters, you were.”

Billy’s staring at him.

Watching. Steve can feel it, so. He closes his own eyes, just to even the score. To make it easier when his lips say, “You’re too beautiful to have your life cracked open like that.”

Billy doesn’t speak until he does, voice flickering like candle light behind a window covered in frost. “Life was already laying in pieces on the rug.”

And there are fingers in Steve’s hair. Brushing tears from his cheeks. Billy grabs him by the throat with more care, more.

Love.

Than Steve ever thought he would get in this life. Billy moves him until they’re right in each other’s space. Breathing the same air, no longer running races to escape one another.

It feels right.

Billy smiles at him. “Thank you.”

And Steve doesn’t know what for. Doesn’t care what for, but there’s a finger on his mouth, parting his lips. Billy’s eyes burn a hole in his tongue. Clear a path through muscle and bone, until Steve is pulled forward.

Into an embrace.

Into a trilogy of kisses; on the corner of his eye. On the bridge of his nose. On the bow of his lip that turns biting. And bruising.

Billy asks if he can lay on Steve’s chest, because.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He says shyly. Billy kisses him once more and and Steve.

Goes down easy.

#harringrove #wisdom teeth #part two #I was so touched at the requests!#so here she is.#I don't know #lol #I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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fruitpunchninja101 · 3 years

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Flowers For You

After a small spat at the merchants assembly, Levi was determined to avoid Hange and her flower shop at all costs. Unfortunately, The funny thing about trying to avoid someone is that you have to have a rough approximation of their daily routine. And so, his quest began.

Written for LeviHan Eggschange 2021 @levihanweek

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Hello my dear giftee! I’m sorry if your gift took a while! I hope you'd enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed making it. Keep safe!♥

“Every plant can do this fundamental process, and we call this Photosynthesis.”

Cheery voices of kids boomed in celebration as soon as they finished singing.

Ever since summer break started, the flower shop in front of his store started a “Horticulture Camp” for little kids. At first, He didn’t really pay much attention to the cacophony of loud cheers and noises but as days passed, customers would leave little comments like “Sure does sound like a daycare in there.” or “Your neighbor sounds like they're having a lot of fun in there huh?”

The thought about confronting the owner of the flower shop did cross his mind, but there's a little problem, they had a little bit of a spat at the shop keeps assembly last month.

Okay, he'll admit it, maybe It's not just a spat, It's more like a full blown passive aggressive squabble. His memory of the event was a little hazy but he recalled raising his concern about the dried leaves that keeps blowing over his store. Something about her nonchalance about his concern and something about his word choice led to a disastrous mistranslation of what he really wanted to say which somehow escalated to a kerfuffle. "You and Hange will be the hot topic of the whole merchants block for a good while." Erwin warned him after the assembly. Tch! He certainly didn't need that kind of attention.

Since then, Levi kept his distance from that damn flower shop and focused on minding his own business. He is determined to avoid this Hange at all costs! Unfortunately, The funny thing about trying to avoid someone is that you have to have a rough approximation of their daily routine. And so, his quest began.

Hange's schedule was never consistent.

Sometimes she'd open her shop so late that her students would start rough housing by the sidewalk waiting for her arrival. Their parents would wait by her store too and they were seemingly too charmed by her to get annoyed about her tardiness. By the time she gets there the kids would immediately run towards her climbing on her limbs but she never seemed to mind. Those kids eyes would shine so bright at her , he’s pretty sure he’d go blind if he kept on staring at them.

She never seemed to eat lunch for some reason. Sometimes, the son of the deli owner at the corner of their street, Moblit , would come by to bring her food. There was a time when he thought the guy was courting her but he can tell by that sad longing stare he gives at her when he leaves her shop that Hange had no fucking clue about his intentions.

She never brings an umbrella even when it rains. She just runs across the street donning a hoodie. Which she would continue to wear all throughout the day. She’d definitely get sick if she doesn't dry herself up properly. If the rain is still pouring by the time she closes up her store, Hange would spend a good minute to stare at the night sky marveling at the little droplets like its the first time she ever saw one in her life. Nights like that , he would close up a little late to make sure she's gone before he leaves.

Observing her became a routine at this point.

During warm sunny days, she would wear a brightly colored shirt underneath her overalls. Unfortunately, the shirt seemed to be the only thing she changes regularly. He can tell it's the same overalls because it still has all the stains in the same place as the day before. Her best record was 5 days without washing the damned thing and he can't tell if that's impressive or disgusting.

When the kids aren't around, Hange would dote on her plants until late hours of the day. He'd watch her methodically arrange flowers and pour all her love and care to every bouquet she makes. All the while ignoring the fact that she haven't had food at all. ( He knows because Moblit recently got a girlfriend and since then , he only drops by the flower shop to pick up orders for his new love interest.) All he ever see her consume are cups of coffee and not even the good stuff. Just the regular instant kind from the grocery. Days like that , he hopes that she would at least stop by a convenience store to pick up something to eat.

It didn't take too long for him to consider that maybe Hange isn't an asshole at all.She's just one of those people who gets easily preoccupied with things that pique her interest is all. To hell with her health, appearance or even basic cleanliness. Its frustrating but at the same time its a relief to know that underneath all that nuttiness is a seemingly good person.

He was just closing up shop one night when he noticed her still sitting in her store as she practiced playing the Photosynthesis song on her guitar.She was surrounded by an array of beautiful flowers and in that dim light, he could've sworn she looked like a scruffy forest diety.

And it was at that point when he realized that a smile is creeping up his lip. What the fuck was that about?

As if hearing his thoughts, Hange's head perked up from her guitar and turned towards him. He froze as soon as their eyes met. She gave him a tight lipped smile and at that, Panic shot through him. He immediately turned away from her and rushed to turn off the lights and closed his store.

Days after that encounter, Levi had to resist the urge to spare even a peek over her shop. he didn't like that sometimes his mind would wander to images of her that night. He probably overdid his little investigation is all! He had to stop watching her schedule anyway , he had all the information he needs at this point.

However, her presence never seemed to leave him. He'd still overhear the rhythm of her guitar and the rambunctious laughter from her little campers. Even Eld and Gunther are starting to warm up to it. "There's something about the sound of children having fun that puts me at ease." He heard Eld reason out to Gunther the other day. Even Oluo who once mentioned his irritation with the constant singing is starting to absentmindedly hum the damn song.

He's ready to let the whole thing go but when a loud crashing sound (which is probably another pot broken by a child.) caused Petra to make a small uneven line on her work , he knew he had to do something. Even if these type of mistakes are easily fixed, precision is utterly important in his business and he can't have random nuisances ruining his reputation. He'll do it tomorrow. NO! He'll do it tonight! There's no use to delay the inevitable.

Odd enough, he did wonder if she even knew his name.

Tch.

Levi was just closing up his shop that night when he heard someone open the door. Accepting late night jobs Isnt new to him but he did commit to speaking with Hange about his concerns so he let out an absent minded “We're closed” warning before realizing who entered his shop.

It’s her.

She wore an oversized green overalls paired with battered up chucks that he bet was once white. Her brown mop of hair was tied messily up on her head. He didn’t miss the huge ass bouquet tucked in her arm as she struggled to get through his door.

“A little help?” She said, as if they didn’t had a spat that literally had them screaming at each other infront of other people. Levi paused cleaning his tattoo gun and hurried to help her. ”What are you doing here at this hour?” He asked genuinely out of curiosity than irritation.

”I just wanna give you these.” She beamed as she let go of the huge bunch for him to carry inside. “The kids got a little carried away with their flower arrangements today and I’d feel awful if I have to throw it out.” She continued.

“You think dumping this monstrosity to me is the solution?” He asked, immediately regretting his word choice.

“Monstrosity?!”Hange placed her hand on her chest playfully feigning mortification and shock.

He rolled his eyes at her and was a bit surprised that Hange chuckled at him and leisurely walked past him to take a seat at one of the stools by his register and started innocently looking around his shop seemingly waiting on him for a conversation. "Neat place you got here." She said.

"Thanks?" He said genuinely confused what she's doing here. Although, He did wonder if it has something to do with that awkward encounter they had the other night. He really hoped she already forgot about that. “What are these for?” He asked as he opened the cupboards hopelessly trying to look for a vase somewhere in his shop.

“I was gonna ask you for a favor.” She replied.

He scoffed. “what makes you think I’d help you.”

“It’s for a good cause! Plus,I was thinking it’s your opportunity to make up with that whole assembly incident we had.”

He paused and glared daggers at her. She still have that goofy smile on her face. “That dumb assembly incident was not something I want to make up with.” He said stubbornly.

Hange rolled her eyes at him. “Oh please you were angry over a few dried pieces of leaves in front of my store it’s hardly even your business.”

“Your leaves are blowing over my store front so yes it was my business.”

“You know I run a flower shop right? These things happen. I cant just wait outside my store and catch all the falling leaves for your convenience.” Her voice slightly raised as if she’s explaining something so obvious to him. Of course he knows these things happen, he’s not an idiot. All he wants is for her to take responsibility and not be so nonchalant over it.

“You don’t even...” He closed his mouth. She's starting to get a rise from him and it made him queasy. It's not even worth it. He closed his eyes to calm himself.

“Look, the favor isn’t even for me.” She started. Her tone of aggressiveness gone. ”Just hear me out please?” Her voice sounded gentle and warm this time. She’s so hot and cold it’s starting to drive him insane.

He opened his eyes and was met with her brown orbs that shone bright behind her dirty glasses. “Go ahead.” He said defeatedly avoiding her pleading eyes and proceeded to turn back to his cupboard. He should just let her say her piece and move on.

“It’s for one of my campers actually.”

“Hn.Which one? the brunette kid that shouts a lot?”

“Oh you know Eren?”

“He always sticks his snotty face up on my window how can I forget.”

“Yeah, That kid adores you you know , he asked about you and what you guys do here a couple of times before. He even threw fits because he wanted to get a tattoo from you.”

He scoffed. ”How is that my problem?”

”You see, his little friend Armin loved the camp but is a little too shy for his own good. He won’t attend sessions without Eren who sort of refused to attend til you tattoo something on him.”

“So you want me to tattoo a child? ”He turned from his fruitless quest for a vase on his cupboard to raise a brow at her.

“Not a real one, just one of those temporary tattoo stickers.”

He scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh. It would be easier to complain to her about the noise of she owed him some sort of favor. Right? "Alright." He said.

She surged out of her seat and gave out a small yelp startling him. "You'd do it? Really?" Her eyes seemed brighter now.

“Yeah sure." He said as he marveled at how expressive her eyes were. He willed himself to tear his eyes from her damn face. "Is there anything else?” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied enthusiastically.

“You are really pushing your luck here four eyes.”

She chuckled at that and pushed her glasses a bit higher up her nose. ”Don't worry, this one isn't a favor. More like a friendly advice."

He raised a brow at her. "What?"

"Put those in cold water. They'd last longer that way.” She said pointing at the bright colored bouquet at the table which certainly looked out of place against the black and gray interior of his shop.

After exchanging details about their little activity tomorrow, Hange gave him a final enthusiastic wave before taking off his shop leaving him in awe.

Ah. He forgot to mention his noise complaint.

The next day, nine little children were lined up orderly marching up infront of his store led by Hange. She carried a red flag to remind everyone where she is at all times. They all wore a silk screen printed shirt that says plants rule in front and some sort of a plant pun at the back.

Hange's shirt says. 'Someone has been adding soil to my garden. The plot thickens.'

Ah. That was pretty good...and also pretty dumb.

“Are you sure about this boss?” Oluo asked as he worked on a cover up on a customers shoulder.

"No." He answered earing a chuckle from Eld, Gunther and Petra at the back.

"Good Morning Underground Ink!" Hange enthusiastically cheered as she opened the door.

"Keep your voice down four eyes!"

“Oh! Sorry!" She mouthed at him before turning back to her campers. "Kids say good morning to Mr.Ackerman!” She beamed.

“Goodmorning Mister Ackerman!” The kids said in unison in a sing song tune. He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement then proceeded to cut out the temporary tattoo sheet into small pieces. The kids immediately scattered around the store to take a look at the reference books laid on his lounge. He glowered at Hange. "You said they'd behave."

"They would I promise! They're just a bit excited with our little expedition."

"If they break anything, I swear you're gonna pay ten times the price."

"Oh don't be such a grump!" She said slapping his arm. "Ouch! You didn't tell me you work out."

"Tch." He clenched his jaw and focused his eyes on the tattoo sheets he's cutting up. Damn four eyes and her mouth.

"Hey Kids! Gather over here Mr.Ackerman will show you how to put on a tattoo."

“Is this gonna hurt?” Eren innocently asked.

“Not if you’re brave.” He answered. The kid involuntarily recoiled at that. He can tell that Eren's starting to have second thoughts and struggled to put on a brave face. Eren immediately sought out Hange seemingly asking for help and at that, she immediately stepped up and ruffled the kids hair. ”I’ll get my tattoo done first.” Hange hopped on a chair and presented her wrist to Levi.

Levi held her hand to keep her arm steady. His eyes darted at her as if asking her if the touch was permitted and he was met with a sweet smile. He immediately avoided her eyes pushing down the thought of her playing her guitar surrounded by flowers...a scruffy forest diety. he recalled the exact words that formed on his mind that night.

He bit the inside of his cheek to ground himself to reality. Levi held the damp towel against her wrist and she let out a little yelp. He immediately pulled away hoping he didn't press too hard while his mind wandered to silly memories of her the other night. "Gotcha!" Hange teased chuckling at him. "Ass!" he said playfully throwing his towel at her face gaining another laugh from the brunette. The kids huddled around them giggled at them.

"Ms.Hange, What's an ass?" A little girl munching potato chips asked.

"It's another term for a donkey." A small timid blonde kid answered.

"Thats right Armin!Very good!" Hange said. The blonde kid blushed at her praise and glued his eyes on the floor.

"What's a donkey?" Potato chip girl asked again.

"It's like a little horse" Armin answered.

"Why are you calling Ms.Hange a donkey Mr.Ackerman? She doesn't even look like a horse" A kid with shaved head asked.

"...unlike Jean over here." Eren added and a kid with elvish features (which he assumed is Jean) stepped up and hit Eren by the arm. Eren was ready to retaliate when Hange spoke.

"Kids, we promised Mr.Ackerman no rough housing inside the store." Hange reminded them calmly and the kids immediately pulled away from one another.

There was a brief moment of silence and wondering gasps from children around them as he worked on Hange's tattoo.“So does anyone have a question to Mister Ackerman.” He immediately frowned. He said yes to tattooing kids not chatting them up. Nothing would have prepared him for the set of questions that came rushing in after Hange's open invite.

Eren is the last one to get his tattoo. He disinfected his arm with alcohol and his eyes drifted to Hange who was blushing at the sight of a kid adorably putting on a brave face.

Levi had to look away.

At the end of the session,all kids merrily walked back to her shop comparing all their little tattoos. Hange then thanked him for playing along with her little activity.

His whole afternoon was a blur. Between those kids who won't stop asking him and Hange's constant teasing smirks he was out of it. He scrubbed the side of his tattoo gun a little harder.

“I see you put my flowers in a bucket.”

Levi almost dropped his tattoo gun as Hange's merry voice boomed around the shop.

“Its the closest thing I have to a vase.” He said wondering if she’s offended that he chucked her precious flowers on a bucket, but that endearing smile she had on her face says otherwise.

“I had just the thing!” She rushed out of his shop and came back with a huge crystal vase.

“What's that?”

“Its a vase I inherited from my gram-gram.”

“I can see its a vase.”

“Well with the horticulture camp and all I'm scared this would get knocked over and you seem like an organized responsible sort of guy. Maybe you can take care of this for me for a while.”

She’s certainly getting a little too comfortable with favors now. ”What makes you think I wouldn’t knock it over to get back on you for that assembly mess.”

“Because you’re nicer than your letting on.” she says as she procured a small rose from her back pocket and gently tucked its stem behind his ear. He compelled his hand to swat her arm way but his body didn't cooperate. He stood there frozen wondering if she truly was some sort of a scruffy forest deity and she's punishing him from his insolence at that assembly.

Okay, that sounded dumb...What the hell is wrong with him?

"Did the kids asked you to give me this?" He forced himself to reply.

"Nah, That one is from me." She said. Her eyes were bright and her face were slightly flushed. He wondered if he'd never seen anyone look this gallant and handsome before.

"You don't like it?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

"No! I-ah...I'm just..." He stuttered trying to find the right words without sounding pathetic. His hand raised to touch the flower on his ear. He never got flowers before. He felt a smile coming up so he forced a frown.

“Why are you frowning? Don't tell me you're still upset about that assembly thing? I thought were past that?”

“Tch! No were not!” Levi recoiled at how loud his reply was.

”You see, I would be threatened but I just watched you spend your afternoon tattooing a bunch of kids even though you are not paid for it so...Yeah...I guess water under the bridge right?”

“Who says I'm not charging you? I thought you came here to pay up.” He smirked finding calm at her retort.

At that, Hanji laughed. She fucking laughed! The woman even clutched her arms around her stomach and doubled over. She practically radiated with warmth and a familiar sense of home. “Alright you got me, I don’t want to owe you anything so how about a cup of coffee sometime? Although, you seemed to prefer tea”

He scrunched his face. "How do you know I prefer tea?"

"You see, the funny thing about a huge glass storefront window is that, if you can see me, that means I can see you too."

”Wh-What are you on about? I don't...” Fuck! She knows. He internally panicked and wondered what would the appropriate response be.

"Oh calm down! Don't worry, I don't mind you ogling at me." She smirked evidently teasing him.

"Tch. Fuck you four eyes!"

"I wouldn't mind that too." He froze and It didn't take her too long to realize what she said. Her face immediately flushed in a very flattering shade of red. "I'm sorry I got carried away." Hange slightly turned away and tucked a little piece of her hair behind her ear.

He wanted to say something...flirty maybe? But chances are he's gonna run his mouth and say something about him thinking that she was a scruffy forest deity or how he hates that she never opens her store on time or how he knows her best record for not changing jumpsuits is 5 days. So he kept his mouth shut and let silence engulf them.

“Well, I’m next door just in case you wanna take me up for tea. I’ll see you around I guess.”

"Wait!" He called out.

Hange whipped her head to turn to him and he rushed behind the register to grab one of his spare umbrellas he keeps for emergencies. "Take this."

"What for?" She asked scratching the back of her head.

"You'd get sick running around in rain." he said plainly, hoping she didn't find him too creepy.

Levi didn't know it was possible but he swore her eyes shone a little brighter, a small smile is now etched on her face. "See you later Levi." She took one last glance at him lifting an arm to wave as she ran back to her store.

“Later, four eyes.” He whispered beneath his breath and although he felt pleasantly sunny inside, he sensed that he forgot about something...

Ah, he forgot to talk to her about his noise complaint.

#levihan #levihaneggschange2021 #levi ackerman #hange zoe #snk

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love-takes-work · 3 years

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Very Cool Potluck

Did you know that some people are so dedicated to reproducing Steven Universe recipes that they’ll both put cheese puffs in their sushi AND willingly bring durian into their homes?

I will teach you the basics of how to prepare the Cool Kids’ Potluck and also tell you the story of how I got food poisoning.

(Sorry, Lars’ ube roll is not included, because it didn’t make it to the potluck. It is available as a separate recipe, of course.)

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I decided it was time to do the Cool Kids' POTLUCK!

STEVEN: (holds up Snack Sushi) "Who's feelin' lucky?"

SOUR CREAM: "I brought the soda."

JENNY: "I brought the pizza."

BUCK: "I brought the assorted fruit."

And Sadie brought paper plates to complete the set. Too bad Lars's Ube Roll couldn't join them!

Okay, so we have a four-part meal. Most complicated of course is the sushi! We can assume it is Snack Sushi, which I have made before but didn't really give instructions. Steven explains pretty well but doesn't give you a sushi rice recipe. How about I just tackle this here and show you how?

Recipe 1: SNACK SUSHI

Ingredients:

11 1/2 ounces sushi rice

1 1/2 cups cold water

4 tablespoons rice vinegar

3 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 package nori (seaweed sheets)

1 avocado

1 bag cheese puffs

Mayonnaise

Hot sauce

First, sushi rice is made a special way. I am no expert, but the way I do it has worked fine for sushi in the past. First you measure out your 11.5 ounces of rice and put it in a sieve, then wash thoroughly with tap water.

Put it in the pan you will cook it in, pour the 1.5 cups of cold water on, and let sit WITHOUT COOKING for 30 minutes.

When the soak time is up, turn on high and boil. As soon as it hits boil, turn to low, cover, and cook 15 minutes. Then turn off the heat and let steam in the pan for 10 more minutes. You now have fluffable, tasty, sticky steamed rice!

Next, make your vinegar concoction. Combine the vinegar, the sugar, and the salt in a small dish. Microwave it to dissolve the sugar. I did this in a few 20-second bursts. It smells strongly but I love that smell. Make sure when you stir it, there's no sugar on the bottom! It must be dissolved.

Pour the concoction over the hot rice and stir it in. You are ready to work with it!

From there, it is as Steven shows us in "Cooking With Lion."

• Put nori on a rolling mat, rough side up

• Spread sushi rice on the nori thinly

• Halve the avocado, remove pit, cut in slices and rub a spoon around the avocado flesh to dislodge it

• Place the avocado slices in a line on the rice

• Place a line of cheese puffs in a line next to the avocado

• Roll compactly, tucking as necessary to get it into roll shape

• Cut!

You'll also need to make "spicy mayo" for the garnish. Steven uses hot sauce and mayonnaise. Mix together and squirt neatly onto the top of each roll.

"Who's feelin' lucky?!"

And that's the recipe!

Tip:

Use rice shortly after cooking. Refrigerate it if you will not be eating it soon after. Guess who got food poisoning from eating old rice because of this? CAN YOU GUESS?? 🤢

Recipe 2: PIZZA

So I've made pizza from scratch half a dozen times already for this show. I'm not gonna do it again. (Here's my personal Fish Stew Pizza recipe.)

Jenny simply brings pizza from work! So I decided to go the easy route and purchase a commercial pizza this time.

We never actually see the pizza eaten. I will assume it's the default pepperoni pizza and add veggie pepperoni to mine.

Baking in the oven per box directions as I figure out pizza boxes!!

Jenny's got four dang boxes of pizza on that table. I'm sorry, but I will not be preparing four pizzas. I live by myself and am not actually having a real potluck here. I will use comic book boxes to provide the illusion of many pizzas even though I am only cooking one. Shhhhh.

I actually used paper cutouts and markers to design my own Fish Stew Pizza box!!

Done! Next!

Recipe 3: SODA

Another recipe where I don't really make anything. I am just dressing up a bottle of Diet Coke.

But at least I made it look like the soda Sour Cream brought (termed "So-Duh").

Recipe 4: ASSORTED FRUIT

Oh god.

Buck, you clown. 🤡🤡 You went and bought various pokey-skinned fruits and forced me to BRING A DURIAN INTO MY HOME.

Folks, do you have any idea what durian is?

Let's just say it's known as the King of Fruits and it is SMELLY. You can't look up anything about durian online without related news stories discussing areas where durian is BANNED, neighbors complaining if you bring durian home, and tips on getting the smell off your hands and out of your breath.

I've bought frozen durian before to make Durian Juice Boxes. It was bad enough frozen. But then I had to go buy a FRESH STANK MACHINE at the Asian Market.

The things I do for this friggin show

So we have pineapple.

We have dragonfruit.

And we have &%#!%@ durian.

Durian! People! Do you have any idea what my house smells like!!! And they put it in a bag like that because you can't pick it up without GETTING STABBED! god what am i doing

Anyway.

There, you happy?

Here is my beautiful POTLUCK.

Add paper plates because Sadie brought them and now Sour Cream is thrilled he doesn't have to do the dishes.

Also, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that much fun if you didn't get a quick lesson on how to eat the weird fruits, even though the Cool Kids did not cut into them. Right?

So after I recovered from food poisoning from that rice, I put down a plastic tablecloth on my outdoor porch table, gathered an assortment of knives and plates, grabbed some gloves, and prepared these fruits for eating.

Dragonfruit:

Cut in half. Cut further in quarters and eighths. Peel the fruit out of the husk and store.

Verdict: I don't like dragonfruit. It tasted like weird, hurty watery kiwi. Maybe you should know I'm allergic to kiwi. This is probably related. I shouldn't eat this.

Pineapple:

Cut the top and bottom off and discard (including the bush at the top). Slice the remainder completely in half. Cut the core out--you shouldn't eat it. Then slice each half and slice again into manageable strips. Cut lines in the fruit and cut them off into a storage container.

Verdict: I am allergic to pineapple so I didn't try it, but it smelled amazing. I saved it for my friend.

Durian:

All right, stank fruit, here we go.

Cut the stem off and flip the durian to stand on the top where you cut the stem off. Use pot holders to manipulate because otherwise IT WILL CUT YOU. Examine the durian's shape and see if you can figure out based on its bulges where the huge scary pods are inside. Make a cut through the very tough husk and pull it apart with your hands.

Pods will emerge. They are soft and delicate, so if you hold them too hard they'll break. Each contains HUGE seeds. Take the seeds out before eating. Go around the rest of the durian and get all the pods out. It's a scavenger hunt! Store.

Verdict: The smell is literally not any worse when you open it. It is a very thick, pervasive smell but to me it didn't smell like a rotting corpse or poop or anything.

But then I ate a little bit and the aftertaste was really dark and musty. Dip a butt in tropical fruit syrup. It was pretty vile. I swallowed it though, and my mouth was Very Unhappy. I do not like durian.

I guess I'm 0 for 3. My sushi made me sick because I left the rice out for hours, I can't eat any of my fruit, and I reused the pizza to make a damn Pizza Steve.

But at least my life is interesting while it's being a disaster, huh?

At least I can still drink my So-Duh.

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#steven universe #food #the good lars #potluck #the cool kids #myblog

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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🔥 dursley-related angst, hinny

hi anon, please forgive me for the delay, things got a little confusing and complicated around here, sorry I don't know if it was really angst, but I always wanted to write this scene, and you gave me the perfect excuse to do <3 Again, sorry for the delay

Ginny was a woman who kept her cool, at least most of the time, but sometimes her Weasley blood boiled like a bubbling cauldron, and when that happened, she felt out of control and took the least rational attitude of all time.

And that was how Petunia was attacked by a Bat-Bogey Hex as soon as she opened the door to the house.

'I love it when you cook.' Ginny moaned in appreciation of the most delicious scrambled eggs she has ever eaten, not even caring when Harry laughed and served her with more bacon and eggs. ‘Seriously, I… this is great.’

'Thank you, I think I've been doing this for years..Since I was seven or younger, I don’t remember.’

'Do you like cooking since you were little? I hated having to peel potatoes at that age. ’

‘Oh no, no, I didn’t like it, but it was all that was left for me to do,’ Harry didn’t seem to realize that he said that, as he continued eating without even looking at her, but Ginny frowned at him. 'Petunia loved to see me burning my fingertips or the sleeve of my shirt.'

‘Hm .. what?’ She dropped her fork, suddenly feeling sick. ‘Burn your fingertips?’

'I didn't reach the stove, of course, so sometimes my fingers burned or my shirt caught fire in the sleeves, but nothing serious.' Harry shrugged, drinking his tea and finally looking at her, frowning slightly. 'What?'

'Harry, what the fuck? Did your pajamas catch fire?’

'Not entirely, just the sleeves. It wasn't my size.' It made her nausea worse.

'Wasn't it ... what do you mean? Didn't you have pajamas your size?' Even Ginny, who has worn the brothers' old clothes several times, had pajamas that fit her correctly. Her mother always made a point of sewing and adjusting.

'I didn't have any clothes on, Gin.' He laughed humorlessly, shrugging, as if it were normal. ‘I used Dudley’s clothes, so it didn’t fit me ... But it’s okay, it’s past now.’

'What else?'

'What else what?' Harry went back to eating, but if Merlin forgave her, she couldn't put the food in her mouth after hearing that. She imagined Harry, a little older than Teddy is now, wearing huge clothes and having his fingertips burned in the pots.

'What else did they make you do?' Suddenly, he seemed to realize what they were talking about, his cheeks blushing and his eyes growing as if he regretted having continued the matter.

'Nothing.'

‘Harry…’ Ginny didn’t know if what he was hiding was any worse than him burning his fingers in the pots.

'I did everything, but everything is fine, today I know how to take care of the house, don't I?' He tried to joke, smiling embarrassingly and moving his shoulders. 'And you like my food.'

'But I would prefer to know that you learned to cook when you were older, and because you wanted to, not because you were obliged.'

‘It’s nothing much, I’ve already let go of everything they’ve done.’

'And what did they do, Harry?' Harry was one of the nicest and most incredible guys that Ginny ever knew, and she couldn't believe his uncles - uncles! for Merlin's sake - they treated him that way.

‘Ginny…’

‘Harry…’ They stared at each other, until he sighed and started talking.

----

'You freak!' She shouted, and Ginny entered the house without even thinking twice, seeming to scare the woman even more, bats flying across her perfect room, heading back towards Ginny.

‘Tunney? What happened? Who- ' Before Vernon could finish the sentence, he also had bats sticking out of his nose, looking like a desperate pig, ready to be slaughtered by the butcher.

'This is because of what you did with Harry. For all the psychological and physical abuse you've done to him... A room under the stairs? A week of being fed only pieces of old dry bread?' She blew up a large portrait of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley, hanging in the middle of the room, bats continuing to fill the room, out of control as Ginny felt. Now the two of them didn't look as brave as they did when they arrested Harry for a week in the bedroom, or when they hit him with an iron skillet. 'Where's the courage now? Huh? Where's all that courage, Vernon? Aren't you a big man who threatens a 10 year old child? ’

'Your ... your ...' He started, but flinched when she raised her wand again.

'I’m a what? Hm? Tell me. A what?' She made a vase of - ironically - lilies explode, the land splashing through their immaculate fireplace 'I heard you went looking for her grave, even after all the terror that caused her son to suffer,' Ginny went to Petunia, enraged like never before, getting close enough to her to make her wand touch under Petunia’s chin, forcing her to look up. 'I heard you went to ask Harry to show you where she was buried... Stay away from my family. Stay away from my husband, or I’ll do a lot worse than getting bats out of your nose. ’

She would probably face problems with the Ministry, perform magic in front of Muggles and not erase their memory, it was still a violation of the law, but Ginny knew she would be able to get rid of it, and also, she wasn't thinking too much about the consequences.

'Lily is the one who should be ashamed of you' It was the last thing she said, before apparating back to the house.

#Ginny Weasley #Harry Potter #Harry and Ginny #dursley family #hinny #hinny headcanon

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zonna-c · 3 years

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Overprotectiveness Might Be A Bad Thing...

This continues after Perfume Disaster

warning: soft/safe vore story

Mammon had ran to his room and sulked for the rest of the night and most of the morning. Only coming out when he heard Lucifer walk by, he quickly sprung out of his bed opening his door watching Lucifer disappear into Zonna’s room. Mammon glared at Lucifer when he came out of Zonna's room twenty or so minutes later and walking past his room. Lucifer smirked at him as he walked passed, mammon growl at him till he disappeared down the hallway before stepping out of his room and walking over to Zonna’s room knocking on the door.

But she didn't answer, he pressed his ear to the door hearing the shower. So she was in her bathroom he tried to door but found it was locked, he didn't want to just stand out here in the hallway waiting for her to get out of the shower so he picked the lock and sat down on her bed to wait but the soothing sound of the running water and the fact that he didn't sleep a wink, to worried about his human being eaten by his mean older brother…., Now that he knew she was safe and away from Lucifer it seemed his body betrayed him. By the time zonna came out of the bathroom he was fast asleep snoring loudly cuddling the small red dragon plushie that sat on her bed.

After scrubbing the drool off her skin, having to wash out her hair three times before she finally felt like she had gotten it all out, did she step off of the shower. “My knight in shining armor.” Zonna scuffed as she stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed towel drying her hair. She sat down next to Mammon running her finger through his soft fluffy white hair smiling when he mumbled her name in his sleep, she noticed the bags under his eye “poor baby, you didn't sleep last night it you?” she mumbled under her breath as she got up, throwing a blanket over him before heading to the kitchen to get some food and coffee.

“Beels not in here?” Zonna asked the empty kitchen, there was an almost empty pot of what looked like stew on the counter, the ladle still spinning like someone had run out of the room. she shrugged it off to hunger to care at that moment, she made some toast and looking around for something else to eat grabbing two apples before making herself and mammon a cup of coffee putting everything on a platter and carefully walking back to her room, almost drooping the whole thing when her door suddenly flew open mammon standing there wide eyed looking like he seen a ghost “something wrong?” zonna asked as she walk passed him setting everything down on her nightstand

“Ya should have woken me up! Don't go runnin off.” mammon grumbled

“Running off? But I didn't just wanted some food, it's not like I left the house.” Zonna said with a laugh as she picked up one of the pieces of toast taking a bite. Trying to play off the fact she had been eaten by Lucifer, maybe if she pretended it was a weird dream she could just forget about it.

“So, ya not scared?” mammon asked as he walked over to her grabbing one of the cup of coffee

“No, why?” Zonna asked, tilting her head “You're not going to try and take a bite too are ya?” zonna asked taking a step back from him wish he'd drop the subject

“N-noo” mammon mumbled looking away from her “cause, ya know! Lucifer….he umm he ate ya i thought…” mammon mumble holding the cup to his lips

“Yea…, kind of wish that didn't happen but I’d rather Lucifer over Beel. I think Beel wanted to actually take a bite out of me.” Zonna said with a shiver “but I'd rather not have to go through that again…” Zonna mumbled but she was blushing messing with her damp hair, it was clear she didn't really mean what she said.

“Huph I thought ya be all scared being trapped with..in mean old Lucifer overnight.” mammon grumbled

“Oh, so you came here to comfort me? Aww, that’s so sweet mammon.” zonna said with a laugh ruffling his hair “thank you” zonna said with a giggle glad he did, so she wasn't alone with her thoughts right now

“Ya b-but don't think too much into it, just don't want ya to freak out and get too scared to go to school and be like Levi or something.” mammon said trying to hid that he was blushing batting her hand away from his head “Ya hair’s wet” Mammon notice as he looked down at her

“Yea I did just got out of the shower.” Zonna said with a shrug as she finished eating her toast

“Ya going to blow dry it right?” mammon asked as he finished his cup of coffee

“Nope.” Zonna said happily as she try to walk out of her bedroom and away from mammon

“...come here.” Mammon growled, grabbing her hand making her sit on the bed before going to get her blow dryer and hairbrush. “what are ya going to do when ya go back to the human word and the great mammon wouldn't be there to blow dry your hair?”

“Let it dry on its own.” Zonna said with a shrug flinching when he flicked her ear “owww hey no messing with the ears!” she growl covering them with her hands

“Ya’ll get sick, ya need to blow dry your hair.” Mammon grumbled as he brushed out the tangles and drying it, making her hair fluffy with all the brushing

“Lalalal Can't hear you! not going to do it!” zonna said with a laugh still covering her ears protecting her earring from the evil brush

“Yo, ya promise me to dry your hair so you do get sick and die on me got it!” Mammon growled pulling her hands from her ears

“fine... mom.” Zonna said with a giggled that turned into a laughed as mammon turn off the hairdryer setting it aside tickling her instead

“Yo! It’s the great mammon to you silly human!” mammon said as he finger skillfully tickled her sides “Come on say it THE great mammon! I’m not letting you go till you say it!”

“U-uncle!” Zonna thrashed trying to pull his arms off

“Wrong answer!” mammon shouted as he hit one spot on her side that made her almost scream with laughed as she bucked and trying to get away from him almost kicking the coffee mugs off her nightstand

“T-the ahahha G-ahah Great mmmmmammon!” she said her face red with laughing tears running down her face she was laughing so hard

“And don’t ya forget it!” mammon huffed ruffling her know dry hair

Zonna's phone beeped a few times on the nightstand. She picked after she got control of her laughter and breathing again, reading through the texts “Oh no I forgot I was going to watch a new scary anime with Levi today.” she said as she got up

“Cancel” mammon said as he sat up grabbing her hand making her turn back to look at him

“I.., I can't, it's Levi. He'll over think it and get sad and be upset with me. I can't deal with that right now on top of anything else and I just...I need to get my mind off of what happened last night.” Zonna whines trying to pull her hand away from mammon

“Please?” mammon begged giving her his best puppy dog eyes gently pulling on her arm.

“Noooonono! You can’t just look all sad and I'll roll over, mammon! Levi has been going on about this anime for a whole month! And I really want to see it too. Why don't you watch it with us?” Zonna asked trying to find a way for them both to be happy

“No” mammon growled pulling her onto the bed wrapping her up in a bear hug “lucifer stole ya away and now Levi is trying to take ya away too.”

“Mammon you're being greedy, it's not like Levi going to eat me, we're just watching anime.” Zonna huffed trying to wiggle out of his grip

“You are staying, now, quit squirming or I'll eat ya.” Mammon growled resting his head on top of her with a big sigh “I…, couldn't fall asleep last night.”

“Aww were you really that worried about me?” Zonna asked as she rolled over to look at him and notice the bags under his eye again. He really didn't sleep. She knew Levi was going to be mad but she couldn't say no to Mammon right now...not with the sad sleepy puppy eye he was giving her. So she smiled at him, reaching up to rub his head. “Then take a nap, I promise I won't go anywhere.” Zonna said with a sigh rubbing his back throwing one of her legs over his moving herself closer, trying to get comfortable. He relaxed with a huge sigh holding her close and fell asleep almost instantly, snoring loudly she grumbled to herself it seemed she wasn’t going to get a nap, not like she was tired anyway she didn't want to admit, but she had slept great inside Lucifer's belly. With a bit of wiggling she got her phone out texting Levi that she had a headache and couldn't watch the anime today. They texted back and forth for a while and rescheduled. She played games and read stories in between rubbing mammon back and cooing to him when he mumbled something in his sleep holding her tighter.

She hears Beel’s heavy footsteps come up to her door and pause there for a long while before disappearing down the hall she sighs, poor Beel probably thinks she is scared of him now, she needed to talk to him later and Asmo too but for right now mammon needed her more. So all she could do was hope he could let her go soon….

It has been three day. Zonna was trying to bury the memories, and stop blushing around Lucifer, she didn't like it! No not at all….She didn't miss the all encompassing heat that made the house feel too cold now. The slow calming heartbeat, the rumbling purrs that work and the tension out of her shoulders…..the gentle rubs..the fact It was the best and safest hiding spot in devildom. No, she didn't like it! Not at all...

She flinched hard as a warm hand covered her forehead pulling her out of her thoughts. Mammon was sitting beside going on about a new money make scheme to in her room that she had totally zoned out on lost in her own head “ya running a fever or something? Ya face is really red.” mammon said as he looked her over, putting his hand on his forehead humming “I don't think so…” mammon mumbled “I'll go get the thermometer. just to check” Zonna groaned burying her head into her pillow, she almost wished lucifer would eat her again just to get away from mammon...

she was almost ready to go off on him. He didn't bring up what happened with lucifer again or bring up wanting to eat her, but it was clear that it bugged him, he was her shadow following her around like a lost puppy walking her to all her classes, following her everywhere, she had to kick him out of her room every night! He snored way too loud to sleep in her room even though she couldn't seem to get a good night's sleep anyway…..If his brothers wanted to hang out? He’d growl and whine, till they got in a fight. Or stalk them if they went out. Just all around messing up her hang out time with his brothers and being an overprotective jerk! He’d piss Lucifer off today by having the nerve to growl at him for getting too close to zonna in front of diavolo and ended up hanging from the ceiling and she wasn't going to help get him down, instead she went to find beel. Having to lure him out by making some chocolate chip cookies he had been a ghost for the past three days. She only got small glimpse of him here and there running away or peeking around the corner, she couldn’t sneak up on the gentle giant since he always seemed to know when she was coming and he wouldn’t look at her or talk to her at dinner the others where getting worry too and it pissed zonna off that he was running scared instead of talking.

So she was going to purposely going to burn the hell out of these cookies not putting on a timer, she knew Beel was hiding just out of sight by the growls coming from his stomach so she jump up on the counter sitting down legs kicking lazy as she played on her phone making it look like she forgot about the cookie and smirk hearing him hoping from foot to foot wanting to run in and save the cookie which were perfect right now….., two minute later he came running in and pulled the slightly crunchy cookie out of the oven.

“I knew you couldn't let the cookie burn.” zonna said with a laugh as she hopped off the counter

“How could you almost burn cookies!” Beel whined looking at the poor cookies

“Well tell me another way to get you to stop running and hiding, and I'll do that instead.” Zonna huffed ‘blocking’ the exit not like she could really stop him being only 5’1 and all

Beel grumbled looking down at her with a frown on his face “I thought, you were scared of me, for…..and that's…..That's what mammon said.” Beel said as he ate one of the still very hot cookies somehow

“Really what else did he say?” zonna growled crossing her arms

“That, that I should just leave you alone.” beel mumbled around the cookie

“Am I going to kill him!” Zonna growled, stomping her foot of course mammon why did it surprise her that mammon would say something stupid like that to keep his brother away from her with how his acting right know? She let out a sigh, walking over to Beel gently patting his back. “I am not scared of you, I was scared of the way you came at me like I was in a horror movie THAT day but I know you'd never tried to hurt me on purpose.” zonna said rubbing his back as he finished the cookies

“Ok.” beel said with a nod though he didn't seem convinced

“Come on beel I promise I am not scared of you, let’s cook or go watch a movie in your room or something i miss hanging out with you.” Zonna whined, hugging his arm looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes “and I wouldn't have been trying to find you or hang out if I was scared of you silly.”

“Let’s do both!” beel said happily hugging her tightly and so they made more cookies, popcorn and got some candy from zonna hidden stash in her room before going to twins room

“Belphie not in here?” zonna asked as she looked around

“No lucifer lecturing him about sleeping through his classes and the meeting.” beel said with a sigh as he help her pick a movie before he sat down on the his couch which was more like a comfy chair

“Can’t you sit on the bed with me?” zonna mumbled as the movie started up. she smiled happily when beel got up sitting down next to her but leaving a big space between them and spreading out the snacks before happily chowing down

So she slowly moved closer as they watched the movie till she was next to him and leaning her head against his arm making him jump and look down “is something wrong?” beel asked as he finished off the last of the snacks

“Am just a little cold.” zonna mumbled he smiled moving his arm giving her a side hug she giggled snuggling into his side “thanks”

“Is something wrong?” beel asked petting her head

“No, why?” zonna asked looking up at him

“You normally don't snuggle.” beel said looking away to hiding his blushing face

“I'm slowly getting used to it, with how clingy all of you are, and you give the best hugs beel.” Zonna said and she snuggled into him. He was like a heating blanket just radiating heat. She rested her head on his chest hearing the loud thumps of his racing heart and the grumble and growl of his stomach, her eyes feeling heavy as she fought a yawn. maybe he'd let her sleep like this?

Beel purred loudly, Zonna almost mistaken it for a growl, with how deep it sounded as he moved to hug her tighter, the movie forgotten for now. As Zonna relaxed into his arms, hugging him back “you should purr more often, it's cute.” Zonna said with a giggled

“Humm you think so?” beel asked as he stomach growled loudly “am hungry” he grumbled sadly not wanting to let her go and waste the somewhat rare snuggly moment

“Those snacks didn't last long.” zonna said with a laugh pulling away for the hug to pat his belly, only to hear mammon shouting about how 'the great mammon was finally free' even thought it was muffled being at the other end of the house zonna frown rubbing her face with a sigh “I really don't want to deal with him.” she whined flopping back down against Beel

Beel grunted as she suddenly flopped back down onto his chest “Why is he acting so overprotective, did something happen?” Beel asked looking down at her as she buried her face in his chest he gently rubbed her back and she seem to slowly melt into his gentle touch

“Yea, that day with the perfume, lucifer…., he umm. Did something to piss mammon off.” Zonna grumbled

“He ate you didn't he?” Beel asked as he stopped rubbing her back grabbing his wrist instead looking away from her

“How do you figure that out?” Zonna asked not denying it looking up at Beel

“Well, the next day you smelled like lucifer but when I help fix all the scratches I made on the office door you scent was weak in there and it didn't smell like you had been in lucifer room either, and with the perfume effects…, that was the only way I could think of for you to smell so strongly of lucifer.” Beel said with a shrug

“Wait, is that how you've been avoiding me? Tracking me like a bloodhound and avoiding me?” Zonna asked as she sat up Beel looking sheepishly down at his wrist with a shrug “Ok you got to promise me this, no more avoiding me got it Beel? If there's a problem, come to me and don't listen to mammon.” Zonna huffed gently tugging his hand off his wrist holding it instead. It was easy to forget that Beel was smart and very aware of what was going around him since he was normally quiet, keeping his ideas and opinions to himself and always saying he's hungry.

“Promise.” Beel said with a smile holding her much smaller hand in his giant one

“Know, what are we going to do about mammon?” Zonna grumbled glaring at the door as she hear her name being called out from across the house

“You could talk to him?” Beel suggested

“I tried that, he just brushes it off like he ain't doing nothing wrong, but it seems like he doesn't want me alone with any of you now he thinks everyone wants to eat me, he just pissed off because Lucifer did it first.” Zonna grumbled before letting out a little yawn

“Oh, so has he?” Beel asked grabbing his wrist again

“No.” Zonna said shaking her head

“Oh, and you still want to hang out with me right?” Beel asked as he bite on his bottom lip

“Of course, I haven't gotten to hang out with you in almost three days! Because of mammon making you think I was scared of you.” Zonna whined “maybe I can hide in the closet?” Zonna asked

“Yea but the last time someone hid in the closet the ended up in the underground tombs” Beel said with a frown

“True wouldn't want to run into Cerberus.” Zonna said with a sigh looking around there wasn't much to hide behind in the twins room.

“Well, then… c-can, I?” Beel asked, his stomach grumbled loudly like it was trying to finish the question for him as he looked away from her, Zonna blushed playing with her hair, she was torn one part of her wanted to be held safe and close maybe she could finally get a good night sleep.... but other side she didn't want to admit it to let them know that she like it….but she felt so tired, and she knew mammon wouldn't leave her alone once he found her, probably be jealous that she with Beel, she winced as Mammon shouted her name again already getting a headache.

“Y-you know that spell that makes it safe in there?” Zonna asked, poking his middle, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. Screw her pride not like Beel would go bragging to his brother like Mammon would no need to hide that she wanted to be hidden away.

“Yes! I wouldn't have asked if I didn't know how to keep you safe! Zonna you are precious to me.” Beel said kissing her forehead

“Y-ou can….you know if you want to.” Zonna mumbled her face aflame as she looked away

“You're sure?” Beel asked gently moving her face so he could looking into her hazel eyes with his piercing purple ones

“Yes, I am sure that I want to hang out with you and be hidden away from guard dog mammon for a while.” Zonna said with a nod as they heard mammon voice getting louder

“Ok.” Beel said with a huge smile as he leaned down whispering the spell as she pulled off her leather jacket tossing in behind his couch just out of sight doing the same with her shoes just before he finished the spell, he smiling down at her as he gently grabbed her arms bring them to his face opening wide

“W-wait.” Zonna squeaked pulling her hand away

“Did I move too fast?” Beel asked letting go of her hands frowning worried he had startled her, that she would get up and run to mammon any second know and he be back to square one

“No, but lucifer…, he shrink me..,” Zonna said looking up at him a little confused

“I can get you down full sized with how small you are.” Beel said booping her on the nose making her pull her head back wiggling her nose like a bunny making Beel chuckle

“But the other will notice the bulge, you don't want the others to find out right?” Zonna asked worriedly, “I don't think Lucifer wanted everyone to know about….is.”

“Hummm I guess that's true.” Beel grumble not happy about having a smaller ‘meal’ but if that meant he could keep her longer it wouldn't be too bad so he asked her to close her eyes and he said the spell when she opened her eyes she was a lot bigger than last time still almost 2 and half feet tall “That’s the perfect size.” Beel purred, licking his lip trying not to drool to much as moved his hand to pick her up and stop short of grabbing her, he looked down at her waiting for her to move to his hands instead.

Zonna was glad he didn't just grab. Letting her have a second to adjust still a little worried about how big she was but with how much beel seemed to eat maybe his stomach was bigger than lucifer's? She thought as she shakily got to her feet walking on the soft uneven bed was hard as she pretty much fell into his hands he chuckled gently scooping her up into his arm hugging her tightly against his chest “thank you for trusting me.” Beel said happily petting her back as he pulls her away from his chest looking her over

“Of course I trust you Beel, and I should be thanking you for helping me hide from mammon….even if this is a odd hiding spot” Zonna said petting his nose making him chuckle his warm breath washing over her blowing her long brown hair back as mammon voice slowly got closer and closer as he continue his searching the other rooms for her

“You ready?” Beel asked, ruffling her hair smiling when she nodded bring her closer opening wide ready to push her head in, but he pause pulling back and closing his mouth “sorry, do you want me to, start with your feet or head?” Beel asked blushing as he licked his lips

“Head fine I don't know if I can't watch myself be.., eaten” Zonna said a helpless shrug Beel rubbed her back kissing her forehead again before opening wide easy pushing her head into his mouth his tongue greedy licked at her face but he was careful and gently his teeth gently rest on her shoulder and his licked and purred almost downing her in drool he couldn't get enough of her bittersweet taste, drool running down his chin as gently grabbed her hips and shoved as he gulp loudly already to her middle he purring only got louder and more like a growl as she wiggled and squirmed kicking her legs a little shocked at how fast he gulped her down, but she relaxed when he gently patted her leg trying to claim her as he licked her middle causing her to giggled and wiggled harder against him as he tickled her. She felt him rubbing his neck and her and from the way he kept licking her side she guessed he liked it when she wiggled. There was a knock at his door making beel gulp hard as he wiped the drool on his face quickly slurp up her legs as he sat up licking at her bare feet only once before swallowing frowning since he could savor the last of her but glad he got her down as mammon walked without Beel telling him he could come in, just missing the bulge slowly disappearing passed Beel’s collar bone

“Yo, ya see Zonna?” mammon asked as he looked around missing the way Beel middle wiggled a little as Zonna finally finishing her trip through Beel throat

“She's hiding from you.” Beel said letting out a little burp as he licked his lip, he could feel that she folded up weird but she was staying still since she hear him talking to mammon

“What? Why would anyone hide from the great mammon!” mammon said was a small laugh “Ya must of hear her wrong of something.” he said with a frown as he closed the door to continue his search for her

“He's gone.” Beel said as he rubbed his belly that push out against his shirt, purring when she moved around trying to get upright and comfy

“How long do you think before he panics?” Zonna asked petting the warm, soft red glowing walls

“with how well you normal hid...Two hours tops.” Beel whines as he laid down feeling full and sleepy the movie was just background noise drowning out Mammons calls for Zonna and her beeping phone somewhere in the room. Beel purring not wanting to get up as he rubbed his full belly wish he could have done this sooner

“Don't let me out no matter how much he begs if he finds out I want to stay.” Zonna mumbled with a yawn as she sleepy snuggled in against the front wall leaning into his rubs

“Promised” Beel purred rubbing his stomach and her, as it grumbled and growling happily around her, "luckly mammon sucks a tracking with his nose." Beel huffed

"yea" zonna mumbled, he smiled when he felt her go limp snoring soft inside him. Only then did he slowly roll over and fall asleep himself. He know he was going to awake to total chaos but the feeling of not only being fully but protecting someone he love within his body…, no one could get Zonna, no one knew where she was…., he could get used to this he thought as he curled up hugging his belly smiling to himself in his sleep.

Beel slowly woke up grumbling as he felt cold hands against his belly looking up to see belphie frowning down at him, his shirt pulled up showing off the big bulge Zonna was making on his normal rock hard abs “Beel, just what did you do?” Belphie asked his twin glaring at him

“She's fine, just sleeping. She said it was ok.” Beel mumbled sleepy with a yawn rubbing his belly feeling her roll over he purred as she wiggled around before settling back down never actually wake up

Belphie felt her move hearing beel stomach grumble happily around her as she did so and her soft snoring. He smile rubbing Beel's stomach making him purr “moving over, I want to snuggle too.” he said Beel nodded sleepy slowly moving over letting Belphie onto the bed the twins snuggled close and fell asleep quickly Zonna sandwich between the like always when they snuggled, she was just a little closer to Beel than ever before.

Meanwhile lucifer had hanged mammon up again after having a long talk with Belphie. He put a curse on mammon so he couldn't talk since he had been shouting Zonna named for the passed hour before lucifer walked around the house looking for her himself, he knew she would end up hiding for mammon eventually she hated beening coddled. But after checking all the normal spots she hid in and the roof then everyone room he ended up at twins room last he hope she was in here. He slowly opened the door knowing they’d both would be asleep by now, finding them curled up around each other but no zonna, he grumbled to himself know worried pulling out his phone texting her again only to hear the phones soft beep coming from in the room he slowly looked around more thoroughly spotting Zonna jacket with her phone in the pocket behind Beel couch along with her shoe he sighed walking back to the bed. Seeing just how big and round beel stomach was and just how quiet it was for this time of night. He carefully put his hand on Beel stomach pressing down feeling Zonna sleepy kick and moved from the sudden presser he pulled his hand back, and shook his head, patting both the twin heads before quietly leaving the room he dealt with them in the morning, there was no reason to wake them all up right now…., and he didn't want to find all his pens disassembled with the ink cartridge missing again….and she had threatened to disassembled his record player and cut the legs off his chairs last time he had woken her up in the middle of the night along with throwing a pillow at him…, Zonna, was a mastermind when it came to messing with him.... And he couldn't tie her up like his brother, he still punished her of course. But disturbing her sleep after three sleepless nights? He knew when to let his little rabbit sleep he was just surprised she let herself get eaten. He thought the sleeplessness was because of a nightmare of getting eaten again or something along those lines. He had been meaning to talk to her but mammon and his work just kept getting in the way. Now he needs to talk to her about not letting his brothers take advantage if she really did like it. And if she did? He smirks to himself, licking his lips as he thought about it, remembering her bittersweet flavor almost like coffee…. Maybe he had a new punishment for her….

Zonna woke up with a yawn trying to stretch out but something held her in place. She slowly opened her eyes to see a soft red glow coming from the warm, wet pink walls around her. She smiled to herself snuggling back down as she remembered what happened. Wanting to sleep in some more, she felt so relaxed as Beel stomach hugged and squeezed her, taking out all the tension in her muscles. It was easy to just close her eyes and fall back to sleep

Beel slowly woke up looking at his phone surprised that he had slept in, normally his stomach woke him up early, but it was happily grumbling hugging zonna tightly his smiled hugging the bulge she made as he slowly untangled himself from belphie purring when he felt her moved around rubbing back “so your up?” beel asked as he got to his feet with a loud yawn and a big stretch. His stomach tightened up around zonna hugging her so tightly that it popped her back a few time she almost purred herself as her back popped loudly though it made beel freak out going pale as his hand quickly moving to his belly but his panic was short lived and she rubbed at the front wall hard asking him to “Do that again!”

“I thought I hurt you.” beel said with a sigh of relief the color slowly returning to his face

“That felt great! Screw the Chiropractor just need some beel belly cuddles.” zonna almost purred as she rubbed and kneaded into the the stomach walls as a thank you making beel blush and purr he was going to try and sneak to her room to let her out but…., he found himself lying back down belphie snuggling into him again his stomach growled and hugging zonna happily he found himself slowly fall back to sleep thanks to Zonna lovely belly rubs.

Beel woke up later, zonna still fast asleep as he tried to sneak into her room but Mammon was in there sitting on the bed on his phone. He looked up at the beel as he walk in “yo ya know were zonna is at?” mammon asked looking up from his phone as beel froze like a deer in headlights he had zip up his jacket to help hid the bulge zonna made on his middle but he was suddenly very aware of it as he tense up tightening his stomach squeezing poor zonna tightly in place

“Not since yesterday.” beel said with a shrug his trying to look calm and normal and flinch when he hear zonna giggled inside him guess she was awake now…,

“I can’t find her anywhere! And Lucifer said to just leave her alone. He knows something I don't, I just know it! There's no way mister perfect can be so calm, well the exchange student is missing!” mammon growled as he tried texting zonna again “and she not answer my text or even looked at them.” mammon whined running his finger through his hair “I guess maybe I was being a little greedy about wanting to have her all to myself but that's no reason to just ignore me right?” Mammon whined looking over at Beel for his opinion, notice that his jacket was zipped up and he was holding his wrist looking a little nervous “ya ok Beel? ya cold or something?” Mammon asked as he got up from the bed walking over to Beel

“Am fine.” Beel mumbled hoping his mint mouthwash hide Zonna scent on his breath as he noticed just how much his stomach was pushing out against his jacket he should have made her smaller…,

“Ya sure?” mammon asked as he looked him over and noticed his stomach, mammon paled a little “Please tell me you just got back from raiding the whole kitchen and a restaurant.”

Beel whined shuffling his feet “ummm no” he said looking away from mammon

“Please tell me you didn't have a zonna snack.” mammon whined Beel flinched when mammon put his hand on his stomach, pulling away quickly when he felt something move

“She told me I could….,” Beel mumbled

“But why?” mammon whined looking down at Beel belly, the question wasn't for him but for Zonna

“Cause I wanted some space…..” Zonna huffed as she petted the walls making Beel squirm as he fought not to purr and drown out her voice

“Space? But ya in Beel gut! It is not very spacious in there.” mammon growled not getting it at all.

“Not literally! Space from you mammon! You've literally been my shadow since Lucifer ate me! You wouldn't let me be by myself or with any of your brothers, and you told Beel I was scared of him! What's up with you?” zonna growled, mammon whining staring down at the ground so he really did screw up….but he thought she was scared of being eaten again..he was just trying to help....guess he was wrong about that.

“Zonna, that's enough.” Beel said, patting his belly, feeling awkward being in the middle of their argument…, literally “umm, I'm going to let her out you guys should talk this out face to face.” Beel mumbled rubbing his belly sad that he would loss the wonderful warm fullness she provided but he need real food and she need to talk to mammon

“Na, she wants space so bad I'll give her space.” mammon grumbled pushing pass Beel slamming the door shut as he stomp down the hallway

“Did you have to be that mean?” Beel asked with a sigh as he rubbed his belly walking into her bathroom

“It..,I didn’t mean for it to come off like that.” Zonna mumbled sadly

“He was just worried about you, you know how he is.” Beel huffed before he let her out have to cough and dry heave a little before her feet slowly worked there way back up he had to fight hard not to gulp her back down as he opened his mouth over her little bathtub grabbing her slimy legs gently pulling on them to help get her out finally her head popped free and he put her down in the tub undoing the shrinking spell

“Yea I know.” Zonna said looking down shivering hard in the cold bathtub shocked but the sudden change of temperature

“Am sure he'll come back soon.” Beel said as walked out of the bathroom letting her get clean up.

Mammon didn't come back home that day or the next day missing school, Zonna tried to skip to go look for him but lucifer wouldn't allow her. So as soon as she got home she begged Levi to track mammon phone putting the tracker on her phone before taking off, only for Beel to be wanting for her at the front door “I'm going with you, but I'll leave when we find him so you have time to talk.” Beel said as he opened the door for her

“Thank you Beel I owe you dinner.” Zonna said with a smile as she and Beel set out, they thought mammon would be at the casinos or something but the signal on her phone said he was deep in forest somewhere, slowly they followed it to a clearing, finding mammon in his demon form laying down in the grass staring up at the stars. It was starting to get late, Beel pushed her forward making her stubbled out of the wood she glared at him over her shoulder before walking over to mammon thumbs hooked in her pockets as she looked down at him

“Found you.'' Zonna said with a small smile, that was what he always said when he found her in a newest hiding spot. He looked up at her startled wings twitching a little as he sat up. Beel when back to the house knowing mammon wouldn't let her wander around the the forest by herself

“Get lost, I don't want to talk to ya.” mammon growled his left wings gently pushing against her leg trying to push her away "how ya find me anyway?" he growled

“But I don't want to go.” Zonna said as she push against his wing sitting down beside him

“Get lost or I'll..I'll eat ya!” mammon growled showing off his sharp canines flaring out his big wings trying to look scary

Zonna leaned back she hated when people got up in her face “That's…, that's the best you could come up with?” Zonna said smiling when he flinched back, she reaching out to ruffle his hair he blushing and grumbled something batting her hand away

“A-am serious!” mammon growled blushing when his stomach growled loudly seeming to agree with him

“When was the last time you had anything to eat? That growl could rival Beels.” Zonna said Poor mammon, your belly sounds like it's starving she thought as she leaned closer like she wanted to snuggle, it was getting cold fast as clouds started to gather

“Cuttt it out Zonna!” mammon stuttered his wings flapping nervous as he gently tried to pushed her away

“Fine.” Zonna huffed as she got up holding her hand out to him “come on then let's go home.”

“Na.” mammon said as he lay back down

“Na?” Zonna asked

“I don't want to go home yet.” mammon said with a shrug not looking at her

“Really?” Zonna asked crossing her arms

“Yea ya said to give ya space so the great mammon giving it to ya!” mammon grumbled glaring up at her

“Ugh, not like that mammon! You!!” Zonna growled, walking away from him, pacing for a minute trying to convince herself that kicking him or stepping on his stupid face was a bad idea. Before coming back, kneeling down beside him, making him look over at her “you're a dummy.” Zonna huffed suddenly, hugging him tightly making him freeze up as she almost whisper “I didn't say to get lost, I just don't want you getting into a fight with your brother over me and I like to hang out with all of you guys, mammon. You just have been too much of a grumbly guard dog lately.” Zonna said as she lay down beside him resting her head on his chest

“Grumbly guard dog?” mammon huffed

“Old grumble guard dogs that's all bark no bite.” Zonna said with a giggle as mammon grumbled not know what to say to that

“I- I get tied up and you go…, and get eaten by Beel! What up with that uh? I leave you alone and the first one of my brothers you run into eats you!” Mammon growled gently smacking the top of her head making her sit up to look up at him.

Zonna blushed, staring down at Mammon's chest, her finger lightly tracing his white birthmarks, making him shiver. His face aflame “Well I just wanted to talk to Beel cause he's been avoiding me and…., you’ve been really unreasonably jealous and just... I haven't been sleeping well….” Zonna said with a helpless shrug "its...nice" she whispered blushing

“Ya haven’t been sleeping well?” mammon asked sitting up pushing her off his chest as he did so

“Yea, that big devildom's history test has got me a little nervous and the nightmares have not helped.” Zonna said with a sigh

“How did I not… nevermind.” mammon grumbled to himself

“Oh don't beat yourself up about it mammon, I was trying to hide it, I didn't want you to be worrying about me even more.” Zonna said with a laugh ruffling his hair making him blush

“YOUR MINE HUMAN, I'm your first! and your protector. I have the right to worry as much as I want too.” mammon growled

“There is the great mammon I know and love.” Zonna said with a laugh

“L-llove?” mammon mumble face aflame

“Of course silly I love you and all your brothers.” Zonna said, kissing his forehead “which means I want to hang out with all of you so you cant have me all to yourself greedy mammon.” Zonna said booping him on the noise

“But am the avatar of GREED the great mammon! and I'm still your first!” mammon grumbled

“Yes you are,” Zonna said with a giggle before shivering as the wind picked up the smell of rain hitting her nose. “It smells like rain.” Zonna said was she looked up seeing the dark clouds covering the stars

“Yea, it's supposed to storm tonight.” mammon huffed

“So we should head back.” Zonna said mammon nodded blushing looking away as he covered his belly with his hand as it let out another loud angry growl

“Yea, sounds good, let's go.” mammon mumble as he got up the wind started to pick up

“So you're going to give me some space and let me hang out with your brothers again right?” Zonna asked crossing her arms

Mammon sighed, his wings drooping low, almost touching the ground “guess I have to so you stop getting eaten by them to hang out and to hide from me.”

Zonna giggled “No promises.” before shivering as the wind howled through the trees “you're not cold?” She asked hugging herself tight with another shiver walking beside him.

“The great mammon never gets cold!” mammon said as he walked over to her wrapping her up in a tight hug his wing wrapping around her blocking out the wind she snuggle close feeling the heat radiating off his skin

“No fare,” Zonna mumble with a shiver

“I could probably get us home fast if I picked ya up.” mammon stated petting her head

“That's fine just this one time though!” Zonna growled as mammon picked her up easily caring her his wing wrapped around himself to block the wind as he hurried home hoping to bet the rain blushing when she snuggled into him glad everyone was already indoor as he walked quickly and gapping softly when he felt her go limp in his arms asleep completely trusting him not to drop her.

By the time he got to the front door zonna was fast asleep in his arms he changed out of his demon form and awkwardly opened the door find lucifer waited for them on the other side of the door making him jump

“I see she found you.” lucifer said as he uncrossed his arms walking over

“Ya” mammon mumbled looking down at her

“You miss a council meeting.” Lucifer said with that devilish smirk of his making mammon gulp loudly “I see that Zonna tried herself out worrying about you.” Lucifer said gently brushing her hair out of her face making mammon back up, holding her closer to himself letting out a little growl Lucifer raised an eyebrow “you need to get over it mammon, or she's just going to push you away again if you cling too closely.” Lucifer said as he walked away but just before he disappeared down the hallway he said “especially since she seems to like it.” smirking at mammon over his shoulder

Mammon grumbled to himself as he walked to Zonna room pulling her down in her bed tucking her in, he sighed softly tucking her hair behind her ear kissing her forehead “I just…, want it to be special.” he whisper when he made his pact with her he was pissed off, he wanted to eat her but he wanted it to be better than his brothers so she’d come to him and only him. He just hadn't thought of something good enough yet. He sighed, getting up walking out to get something to eat hoping Beel had not raided the fridge yet. Only to run into Lucifer seems he wasn't going to let him get out of his punishment.

“Something special?” Zonna mumbled as she sat up pulling off her shoes, having woken up when he set her down on the bed and she lost her source of heat. She signed shaking her head hearing mammon scream and getting dragged away just outside of her door as the storm raged outside, she rolled over falling asleep to the sound of rain pounding on her window if she woke up she go free mammon maybe….,

#safe vore #soft vore #shall we vore #my wriitng

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my tylenol when i’m in pain | moon bin

a/n when I got this request, the title of it literally came to me instantly so if you want some cute mood music while reading, listen to lemonade by jeremy passion sksksksk,

thank you to the cutie who requested this !! I hope your migraines feel better love ❤️ you’re cranking up binnie on my bias list 👀

{request: i get really bad chronic migraines sometimes and I was wondering if you could write something where bin takes care of his s/o when they're not feeling well. if you're okay with that :)}

genre: the fluffiest

word count: 2.2k ________________________________________________

Your POV

It was absolutely beautiful outside. The previous night’s snowfall left a pristine blanket of white on the street. You looked outside your window to see several kids making snowmen or engaging in snowball fights.

Ahh the innocent ideal of the youth.

You wished you could go outside and join in on the winter festivities without any care in the world, but alas being a working adult crushed those wishes any day. And it didn’t help that you felt like complete shit right now.

For the past week and a half, you were working nonstop on a project that had a heavy deadline submission which ended yesterday. You barely completed it on time, sacrificing your well-loved sleep and meals to have a presentable end product.

If you were back in high school or college, your stamina could have easily bounced back from the lack of sleep and nutrition, but your body couldn’t handle the neglect right now—and the cold weather only catalyzed your impending sickness.

Trudging back to bed, you winced as you tried to make yourself comfortable under the covers, muscles aching with every movement. You were at least thankful that your boss granted everyone an off-day today because of the snow, giving you one less thing to worry about in your list of priorities.

Faintly, you heard the jingle of keys from your front door, a tinge of excitement filling you at your guest.

“Baby?”

“In my room.”

“Shit, you sound so weak.” Your boyfriend frowned as he entered your bedroom, removing his hat and coat and placing it on the table by your desk. He walked over to where you were laying, leaning down for a kiss when you ducked under the covers, “Binnie, I don’t wanna get you sick.”

He let out a chuckle, removing the blanket from covering your face and stealing a kiss anyway. You scrunched your nose up, “If you get sick, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’ll take my chances, baby.” Bin said with a smile, taking a seat at the side of your bed. He softly caressed your hair, “Hmm, how are you feeling?”

“A bit better now that you’re here,” You said trying to sound positive, “but if you’re asking me physically? Terrible.”

“Have you eaten?? What about a shower? Taking one helps a lot, and it makes you feel clean.” Bin nagged, thumb rubbing your cheek. You pouted, lightly shaking your head, “I’m not hungry, and it hurts too much when I move. Maybe later Binnie, my head really hurts right now and I just wanna close my eyes.”

He nodded, immediately standing up to go over to the other side of the bed. Bin crawled into bed next to you, arm hooking under your shoulder as you turned to hug his waist, snuggling as close to him as you could get. He kissed your forehead sweetly, humming a little song as you started to get comfortable, his chest as your pillow. Rubbing your arm gently as he sang, it took you only a couple minutes before your breathing evened out, the pounding of your head dulling as sleep overtook you.

Bin nuzzled his nose in your hair, your scent giving him a fluttery feeling in the base of his stomach. A little nap with you was too good to pass at the moment. Just fifteen minutes, Bin thought as he closed his eyes, feeling his body relax against yours.

After a little while, Bin found himself stirring awake, much to his dismay because he loved his sleep. Blinking the drowsiness away, he glanced at you to see that you were still deeply in slumber, soft snores coming out of your mouth. He smiled unable to stop himself from pressing a kiss to your cheek. He almost felt bad untangling himself from your hold at the risk of waking you up.

Carefully, he got up and out of bed, making sure that you were still tucked in before heading to the kitchen, closing the door quietly as he left. Bin let out a huge yawn as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, getting ready to prep some ingredients for the soup he was about to make.

Bin played some music on his phone as he cooked, loud enough to give him entertainment, but at a volume so that it wouldn’t disturb you. He was pretty proud of himself after finishing the chicken soup, plating the bowl nicely on one of your bedside trays with some medicine and a glass of water. Bin even cleaned up the pots he used for cooking, knowing that it was better for him to wash it now while he still had the motivation. And there was no way that he would let you lift a finger while he was here taking care of you.

After washing his hands again, Bin went back into your bedroom, tray in hand. He set it down briefly on your table to wake you up, tapping your shoulder. “y/n? Wake up baby.”

You groaned, eyes still closed as you turned in your bed, back facing your boyfriend. “5 more minutes.”

“Baby, the soup’s gonna get cold. C’mon, you have to eat even a little bit.” He reasoned, pulling the blanket so that your upper half was exposed. You nodded drowsily, struggling as you tried to sit up. Bin smiled, propping some pillows up for you to sit against. “I made chicken soup, after you eat take some medicine okay?”

“Okay,” You nodded slowly with your eyes closed, moving your hair to the back as Bin brought the tray over. Your headache wasn’t as strong as before, but your body still felt like it was throbbing a little, hopefully eating and the medicine would help cure you a bit.

“Do you want me to feed you?” Bin teased, half jokingly but also you knew he would if you really asked him to. Again, you nodded opening your mouth obediently. Grinning, he took a spoonful of broth, making sure to blow on it so that it wouldn’t be too hot before feeding you. “You’re so cute, y/n. You really are my baby, hm?”

“Mm I’m sick,” You said finally opening your eyes, sleep still heavy on your lids. You weren’t really disagreeing with him though. “That’s really good Binnie, I can feel my sinuses clearing up a little.”

“I made it with love,” He said cutely, leaning over to kiss you quickly on the lips. You let out an amused chuckle, letting his greasy comment slide as you opened your mouth for more.

The two of you conversed easily as he fed you, catching you up on the latest drama at his work and with his friends. Although Bin made the soup for you, you made sure that he filled his hunger a little bit too, making him finish the rest of the bowl when you felt full. He praised you like a child when you took your medicine and finished the glass of water, it was a bit endearing if you were honest. “Do you need anything right now? How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay baby, thank you.” You said getting comfortable again under the covers. “Cuddle??”

“I’ll just put this away and then I’m all yours.” Bin nodded with a smile, going to the kitchen once more. After a couple minutes, he returned with a towel and a bowl of water.

“I thought we were gonna cuddle?” You pouted looking at him. Laughing, he dipped the towel in the bowl and wrung out the water, bringing it to you and placing it on your forehead. “We are baby, let me just try and bring your fever down a bit, your skin’s burning.”

You nodded, your body basically dead weight as he helped you sit up again, cooling your skin with the damp towel. You hummed in satisfaction, the cold cloth a nice comparison to your hot skin. “We might as well have just taken a bath.”

“Do you want to?” He asked rubbing the towel around your back. “Bath and then cuddle after?”

“Mhm,” You said removing the blanket and getting up, Bin holding your waist as you two walked to the bathroom. He told you to wait a minute as he turned on the water, checking the temperature as it filled up the bathtub. After deeming that the water was at a good amount, Bin started to strip himself of his clothing, stepping into the tub soon after. “Do you want my help, baby?”

“In your dreams,” You quipped removing your shirt. “Keep your hormones at bay, Binnie, my sick body won’t allow it.”

Your boyfriend chuckled, grabbing his phone from the counter and playing some music. “You know sex can help with removing sickness, y/n?”

“Uh huh, ask me that question again tomorrow and we’ll see how I respond.” You said getting in the tub and nestling between his legs. You shivered a little as your skin made contact with the water, leaning back against Bin’s chest for warmth. He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You relaxed in the cage of Bin’s arms, resting your head against his chest as he began to sing along to the song that was playing on his phone, rubbing the belly softly under the water. The two of you sat like that for a while, you cooling down in silence, content with listening to Bin’s voice.

“Sit up for a second baby, let me wash your hair.” He said, lifting his arms from your body and reaching for your shampoo. He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, first massaging it into your hair before using the leftover for his own. It was a bit of a struggle to wash away all the suds, the size of your bathtub barely enough to fit both you and Bin comfortably, but you somehow made it work. After deciding that dunking you both under water to rinse off the shampoo clearly wasn’t the right idea, Bin grabbed the shower head and opted for that instead, giggles coming from the both of you.

“Ah Binnie!” You whined as he started to tickle your sides, your boyfriend laughing as he drenched your head with water. “I’m cleansing you of your sickness, baby!”

That cycle repeated again, this time with conditioner, and by the time the two of you were done with your bath-turned-shower, the floor surrounding the tub was wet from all the splashes and Bin’s use of the detachable shower head.

You shivered, arms hugging your body as Bin grabbed two towels, drying himself off first before doing the same to you. “I could have dried myself, baby.”

“I’m here taking care of you, and that includes drying you.” He shook his head. You chuckled, unsure of his logic but let him do as he pleased anyway. Bin smiled, eyes formed into crescent moons as he dried your hair, gently shaking the towel all over your head. Laughing, you went on your tiptoes, arms locking around his neck as you kissed him. He made a sound of contentment, moving his lips in tune with yours as his hands dropped down to your waist, leaving the towel on the top of your head.

After a minute or so, you pulled away, a giggle leaving you as you saw Bin’s pout. You pecked his lips again briefly, before grabbing the towel and drying your hair again. Bin made sure to thoroughly dry the floor before the two of you went back to your bedroom. He changed into some shorts that he left at your place, deciding to forego a shirt since he usually chose not to sleep with one anyway. You, on the other hand, slipped on Bin’s shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, climbing immediately in bed after your hair was decently dry.

He came to join you after getting another glass of water, encouraging you to drink it all before he cuddled you, knowing that the two of you were going to end up napping again. You finished the glass with ease, placing it on your bedside table, and turning to your boyfriend. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you again as the two of you laid down, finding yourselves in the same position as when he first came over earlier. “How are you feeling now, baby?”

“Honestly? Better.” You said, lips brushing against his clavicle. The medicine kicked in by now, but you were sure that Bin also had a lot to do with your slow recovery. “You’re all the medicine I need, baby.”

He let out a high-pitched cackle, squeezing your body a little tighter as he kissed your forehead. “If I get sick, will you be my medicine?”

“Of course,” You grinned, the tips of your fingers lazily drawing figures on his abdomen. “I love you Binnie, thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, y/n.” He said softly, taking in your scent as he closed his eyes. “I love you too.”

You drifted off to sleep listening to his breathing, a deep slumber overtaking you. By the next morning, you woke up feeling loads better, your temperature now at a normal level and your headache mostly gone. You turned your head to see Bin still sleeping, a smile on your face as you craned your neck to kiss his cheek. You sighed, relaxing yourself in his hold before closing your eyes again, sleeping for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. Especially if Bin was by your side.

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