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Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part II

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~5.3k

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd), reader described as having hair, reader has curves, mentions of food/desserts, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language, suggestive touching

Summary: The second half of Takada-Chan’s big group date is underway. Or so you think.

Author’s Notes: Here’s the last regular chapter of Idol Fan Wars. Stay tuned for the Epilogue, coming soon. Divider credit to @/saradika. 

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Todo’s warm breath on your ear wakes you up. “Hey, baby. We’re here.” Baby…? Did he just call you baby?

And did you just get aroused by him calling you baby?!

Right. It’s all part of the act. Though he only whispered it to you. Why would he call you baby if no one else is listening? Before you can analyze it any further, he stands up to exit the bus, you following right behind him. Once you’re outside, he puts his arm around your shoulder as you wait for all the other fans to exit. “Did you have a good nap?” he asks.

You nod, reveling in this unusual closeness. “Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me sleep on you.” You peer up at him to give him a smile. “You’re surprisingly very comfortable.”

“Well, you can sleep on me anytime,” he says, rubbing your arm affectionately. All his little touches are gentle and sweet; there are butterflies in your stomach. It’s not what you expect from him. 

Takada-Chan leads them into the studio. You find out your favorite security guard’s name is Haru, and you chat with him as you walk. Todo still has his arm wrapped around you, not speaking. Occasionally, he’ll pull you in a little closer to his body when you start to deviate slightly away from him. 

As part of the group date, the fans get to stand on set and partake in an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. As she gets ready in her dressing room, her manager comes out to offer a buffet of food and refreshments. This includes a variety of sandwiches, chips, and even a chocolate fondue fountain. You go straight for dessert, filling your plate with strawberries and marshmallows galore. Todo stacks three roast beef sandwiches on his plate. Still feeling disgruntled about your confrontation with the other winners, you and Todo keep to yourselves as you chow down. 

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asks, inspecting your plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. “It’s all sweets.”

“Oops, I guess it is. I can’t help it; I’ve got the biggest sweet tooth,” you explain with a half shrug.

“Here. At least have one bite of real food.” He holds one of his sandwiches in front of your lips. “Open.” 

The demand catches you off guard. Nevertheless, you obey and open wide. His lips curl into that signature smirk as you take a big bite. “Good girl.”

You look away from him, flustered, as you chew the food in your mouth. Why does this seem so erotic? It’s just a sandwich. It’s as if those two words uttered from his lips unlocked a deep desire in you. Avoiding his gaze, you indulge in a chocolate covered strawberry. It’s messy, sweet, and decadent. 

“Is it good?” You answer him with a silent nod, noticing how his eyes linger on your mouth. “You have some chocolate on your lip.” He reaches out to you before you can even process his comment. He swipes the pad of his thumb slowly across the corner of your mouth. Before he moves away, you grasp at his hand and surround his thumb with your lips, sucking off the chocolate. You gaze into his eyes as you slowly pull his hand away, making sure to make a loud pop when you release him. 

Under his breath, you hear him growl, “Fuck.”

“Shouldn’t let it go to waste, right?” There’s a naughty glint in your eyes. 

He steps closer to you and says in a low voice, “You’re so bad, you know that? You can’t just do things like that in public.” 

“But we have to give these people a show, right?”

Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hurt. “Is this all just an act to you? Kissing me, falling asleep on my chest, sucking my fucking thumb like that. Is all this still just pretend?”

“Isn’t it?” you respond, confused by his reaction. 

He doesn’t say anything at first, only stares at you with an odd expression, almost like he’s disappointed. Finally, he asks, “Is that how you feel?” 

How do you feel? After everything that has happened today, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re attracted to him. The kiss, the affectionate touching, the way he called you baby and good girl. Is this how he is as a boyfriend? You never imagined there could be this side of him. This is something you could get used to. But you and Todo still didn’t know each other well. Your relationship started off as a silly rivalry full of name-calling and squabbling. How can you become a couple after a few chance encounters? 

~~~

After what feels like forever, she stammers, “I’m not sure how I feel.”

Todo can’t help feeling dejected. He jerks his head away from her and stuffs his mouth with one of his sandwiches. How is he supposed to respond to that?

“Todo,” she starts.

“It’s fine,” he grunts. “Forget I said anything.”

They eat the rest of their food without speaking, a strange atmosphere between them now. It’s not like he’s mad at her; how can he be? They’ve been bickering rivals up until now. He can’t expect her to fall for him after one kiss and a few cute pet names. When he really thinks about it, he hasn’t been the nicest or most chivalrous person towards her. Checking out her ass and pulling on her braids doesn’t really scream out Prince Charming. If he’s going to win her over, he has to be better. He needs to do something unselfish and kind. She’s already done enough for him, it’s time for him to do something for her. 

After several more minutes of waiting, Takada-Chan comes out of her dressing room, ready for the photoshoot. She’s beautiful in a red polka dot dress with her hair up in her signature pigtails. The fans watch in awe as the photographer directs the pop idol to do different poses against a white backdrop. After a couple of pictures, the crew switches the backdrop while Takada-Chan changes into a different outfit. This repeats for a while, with the idol’s outfits equally as epic as the last, classic pigtails still in place. 

The photoshoot lasts about two hours. When the last pictures are taken, the photographer and Takada-Chan motion to her fans so they can all take turns getting their own personal photos with the idol. Many of the winners pose for solo pics rather than with their guest. 

Todo and his pretend girlfriend haven’t said much to each other during the photoshoot. She seemed too mesmerized watching Takada-Chan. It was adorable watching her eyes widen with delight at each pose the pop idol struck. He still isn’t sure what to think after their last conversation.

When it’s time for their photo, Todo walks toward Takada-Chan. When he sees that his “girlfriend” is still staying in place, he furrows his eyebrows and waves her over. She shakes her head. “You should get your own pic, it’s fine.”

“I want you in the picture,” he demands. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, come here.”

Takada-Chan giggles in the background. “You two are too much. Cuteness overload.”

She takes her spot on the other side of Takada-Chan. The photographer points her camera. “Ready?”

“Let’s do a little heart this time!” the pop idol suggests. She puts her thumb and index finger together. They follow suit. 

“Fantastic! Takada-Chan’s team will email this out to the winners in a few day’s time,” the photographer informs. 

The singer gives a temporarily farewell as she makes her way back to the dressing room to get ready for the second portion of the group date. 

Todo notices his girlfriend clutching at her stomach, taking labored breaths. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, my stomach hurts all of a sudden. I think all that chocolate is catching up to me.”

“What?!” he yells out.

“My tummy,” she murmurs. She looks up at him with pitiful puppy dog eyes. How can someone in this current state still be so adorable?

He glances around the room in a panic. “Well, what do you need? Do you want some water or medicine?”

She holds onto his arm as she rubs her belly. “It feels like a really bad cramp. I’m so dumb. I get like this sometimes when I eat too many sweets on an empty stomach.”

“I told you to eat some real food!” 

“I know! You were right! I should have listened!” She buries her face in her hands as she doubles over. 

Todo bends down to put his arm around her. “Are you going to be okay?”

Through her hands, he hears her mutter, “I don’t know.”

~~~

Takada-Chan reappears in her outfit from earlier in the day. When she notices you and Todo kneeling, she hurries over. “Are you okay?” 

There’s a painful pang in your stomach again. This is what you get for stuffing your face full of chocolate! You’ve always had a sensitive stomach, but this is just cruel and unusual for it to be happening right now. 

Todo stands up and explains, “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well.”

The idol gasps. “Oh no! Is there anything we can do for you, sweetie?”

After a few deep breaths, you stand up straight and say, “I think I should just go home.”

“Should we take you to a hospital?”

“No, no. It’s not serious. A hot compress and some bed rest will do the trick. I’m so sorry Takada-Chan.”

“I’m sorry there isn’t much we can do to help you. I’m going to miss you at our dinner.” Your heart beats faster at the idol’s kind words, but even that isn’t enough to ease you from this misery.

“I’ll come with you,” Todo states, concerned.

You turn to him and exclaim, “No! Please, Todo. Go to the dinner. I’ll be fine. Really!” There’s a heavy weight of guilt sweeping over you. You don’t want to take him away from his precious Takada-Chan over a little tummy ache. You grip his arm tightly and reassure him. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just have fun, okay?”

The pop idol can’t help herself. She lets out a squeal. “Seriously, cutest couple ever!” 

Todo opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He bows his head to stare down at the floor. What is he thinking right now? Is he afraid to look at you? After a few more seconds, you hear him mutter, “Okay.”

You’re relieved when he agrees to stay. There is no reason for him to leave the dinner for you. It’s not like you two are an actual couple. You would hate to have him resent you for missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity. 

Takada-Chan tasks Haru, her security guard, to take you home. At first you refuse, already guilty for putting this burden on everyone. After plenty of coaxing from the singer, you concede and follow Haru out, Todo and the Takada trailing behind you. She sends you off with a warm hug and a “feel better soon.” When you stand in front of Todo, he looks at you with a neutral expression. 

“Have fun at dinner,” you say, with a weak smile. 

“Yeah, okay.” Unexpectedly, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers slowly trail down to your chin. It’s intimate and tender. Just for a nanosecond, you think about kissing him again.

You turn away before you can do anything. Haru is already holding the door open to the backseat of the car. As you slide into the vehicle, you hear Takada-Chan and Todo chatting as they walk back towards the studio. There’s a feeling of jealously as you watch them together. Are you jealous that Todo gets to dine with Takada-Chan? Or are you jealous that Takada-Chan is going out to dinner with your boyfriend? You don’t even know anymore. 

The twenty-minute car ride to your house is mostly silent, except for best security guard ever Haru checking in every so often to make sure you are as comfortable as you can be given your current condition. When he pulls up to the driveway, you give him your most gracious thanks and head into your home. After you prepare a hot compress, you head straight to bed, curled up in a fetal position.

You groan out loud. This really must be karma for lying to the world about your fake relationship. And maybe karma for leading Todo on, giving him such a half-assed answer when he asked you how you really feel.

Aside from the cramping, there’s tightness in the pit of your stomach. You think about all that has happened today. Why did you kiss him? Fall asleep against his chest? Suck on his thumb?! What the fuck were you thinking?! You didn’t do it to tease him. It’s different than the time at the café. You had no malicious intentions this time. Your body just acted on its own. He was being so lovey-dovey and sweet, you got caught up in the moment.

The act. Is this all just an act to you? Is all this still just pretend? The sting in his voice was so apparent when he asked you those questions. The hurt look on his face when you answered is ingrained in your memory. Why did he react that way? Does he not want it to be pretend anymore?

Maybe there was intention behind every touch and whisper today. And not just for Todo, but for you too. Even though you kissed him to prove a point, you’ve always desired to feel those big lips against yours. You didn’t mind him holding you the way he did; in fact, you were comfortable with him. And you definitely didn’t have to put his thumb in your mouth, but you can brush that off as just a little moment of weakness.

Is it still an act if you wanted to do all those things? If you still want to do those things? And with Todo, of all people? The man who you thought was the bane of your existence the past few weeks? As you lie in bed, stomach still aching, you can’t help but feel a more pleasant sensation as you fantasize about him. His sexy smirk, that low growl in his voice. His beefy arms that can engulf you in the most amazing embrace. Those big lips that can swallow you whole. That overwhelming confidence that makes you believe in every word that comes out of his mouth. The eccentric attitude that keeps you on your toes. 

Maybe Sara is right. She always is. 

You like him.

~~~

He misses her. 

They’ve been in the party bus for thirty minutes, travelling to Takada-Chan’s favorite sushi restaurant in the city. He’s not particularly enjoying the subtle jeers and snickers from the other fans, who of course found out immediately that his “girlfriend” had to ditch him out of the blue. 

They’re all just assholes, Todo doesn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. How is he just realizing what a sausage-fest these events are? 

He sits in the same seat as earlier in the day. It’s empty without her cuddled beside him. He could have sat next to the pop idol, but he doesn’t feel like socializing, much to his own surprise. His mind keeps focusing on her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up their chat. The familiar picture shows up on his screen and he can’t help but grin at it. He’ll never get over how cute it is. The rest of their messages are from a week ago, when she asked him to go with her on this group date. He stares at his phone, contemplating if he should send her a text to check in. In the end, he decides against it. She’s probably sleeping, he thinks.

At last, they arrive to the sushi restaurant. Todo makes sure to sit next to the pop idol this time. Normally, he would be starstruck and speechless being in such close proximity to Takada-Chan. However, he’s too distracted thinking about his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He loves the way that sounds in his head. No quotes, no “fake” or “pretend” in front of it. Just girlfriend. He wants to keep calling her that. 

As the rest of the dweebs gather around the table, Takada-Chan starts speaking to Todo. “Such a bummer about your girlfriend. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.” He drums his fingers against the table anxiously.

“You seem distracted. Are you that worried about her?”

“I guess I am. I wish she was here right now.”

She flashes a warm smile and agrees. “Me too. Maybe she wishes you were with her right now too.”

Todo’s eyes widen with realization. Could that be true? She practically begged him to stay for the dinner. Maybe out of guilt. Could this be an opportunity to show her how he feels about her? To do something nice and prove his worth? 

“You should go to her.” Even in reality, Takada-Chan is his voice of reason. 

“You’re right, Takada-Chan. I have to do something. This is my chance to really show her the type of man I can be!”

She pumps her fists up with a bright smile. “That’s it, Todo! You got this!”

He gets up and bows deeply to the pop idol. “Thank you, Takada-Chan. Thank you for everything.” 

As soon as he exits the restaurant, Todo dials her number. No answer. He calls three more times with no success. Thinking quickly, he texts Yuji.

Todo: Brother, I need your help.

Brother: hey, what’s up?  

Todo: I need Sara’s number. 

Brother: did something happen on your big date? Is everything ok

Todo: I’ll tell you later, just give me her number

Yuji texts Sara’s phone number, to which Todo immediately calls. “Hello?” she answers. In the background, he can hear the sound of clinking plates and the distinct chatter of a party.

“Sara, it’s Aoi Todo. Yuji gave me your phone number.”

“Todo? Why are you calling me?” 

He explains the situation, then says, “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’m worried about her. I’m going to buy some porridge for her right now. Can you give me her address?”

She doesn’t respond right away. Finally, she states, “I can’t just give you my best friend’s address.”

Todo expects this type of response. It was Sara who caught him staring at her best friend’s ass in that mini skirt. She probably still thinks he’s a pervert.  He can’t blame her for being protective, but he’ll be damned if he can’t see his girlfriend tonight and feed her some porridge. “Please. I’m almost at the porridge shop right now. I just want to bring it to her. I want to do something nice for her.”

More silence, until she relents. “Okay. I’ll give you her address. But I’m coming too. I’m almost off work. I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.”

Todo breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you.”

“You better be on your best behavior, mister!” she warns.

“I will, I promise.”

Luckily, there is a well rated soup shop near his current location. He buys a large bowl of plain rice porridge to go. As he makes his way to train station, he stops by a convenience store to grab a few Pocari Sweats. If she’s feeling nauseated, she might be vomiting; she’ll need to replenish her electrolytes. He also buys matcha green tea ice cream. At the café, he remembers her mentioning how much she loves matcha. Even if her sweet tooth is what got her into this mess, he hopes that the ice cream will be a nice treat to settle her stomach. 

As he pays, he notices a stuffed turtle plushie displayed at the window. At the Meet and Greet, when she was chatting away with Takada-Chan in her dressing room, she pretended to own a pet turtle named Nobu. Maybe she’ll like this. 

He boards the train heading in the direction of the address Sara texted him, bag of goodies in hand, determined to show her what he’s capable of. Sara is already there when he arrives, hands on her hips, lips pursed, eyebrows knit together. A defensive stance. “Good evening, Todo.” Her eyes narrow as she says his name.

Todo is not the type of person to get scared. This is well known fact. But even he can’t help but falter slightly under this intense gaze. It’s like a mama bear protecting her cub. “Hello. I brought some stuff for her.” 

He lifts the bag up for Sara to see. She glances at it, then her gaze averts back to him. “So, what’s the deal? Do you like her or something?” 

Wow, very straight forward. Todo clears his throat and stands tall. With as much confidence as he can muster, he confesses, “Yes. I like her.” Saying it out loud makes it real. There’s fluttering in his abdomen, giddy and excited. 

“We kissed today,” Todo admits. Sara’s eyes widen with surprise, but she remains silent. Listening. “We got confronted by some other fans. Said we were faking being a couple to get Takada-Chan’s attention. She thought it would be a good idea to kiss to shut them up. Maybe it was all just for show, but I felt something there. I feel something between us. I know I’ve been a jerk and a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show that I can be a man worthy of her.” 

He draws a long breath and exhales slowly, waiting for a reaction from Sara. Suddenly, her expression softens as reaches into her pocket for something. A key. She grins at him. “It’s about time. I’m just surprised she made the first move, considering what a horndog you are. No offense.” She jingles the key in her hand. “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’ve got a key to her place, so we can just head in and check on her.”

“Wait, that’s it? You looked so intimidating just a few seconds ago.”

Sara laughs loudly. “You thought I was intimidating? Oh man, I’m flattered. I just had to make sure your intentions are pure. Don’t think I don’t know about the naughty conversation you two had at the café. Or the fact that I caught you red-handed checking her out.” She glares at Todo as she warns, “I’m still keeping my eye on you, though. Better behave yourself.”

She unlocks the front door and gestures to follow her inside. He immediately puts the matcha green tea ice cream in the freezer. Sara side eyes him and asks, “Did you get that for her, too?”

Todo rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. She told me she likes matcha, so I thought she’d like this.”

“I’m impressed. She will definitely like that.” He mentally pats himself on the back.   

He watches Sara approach a closed door and knock on it gently. She calls out her best friend’s name softly. When there’s no answer, she quietly opens the door and heads inside. 

Todo’s heart starts racing. What is he going to say to her? Should he confess to her right now? If she’s still feeling ill, he wouldn’t want to unload his feelings onto her. It might cause her more stress. 

He grabs the bag with the porridge and turtle plushie, ready to go. Waiting for the right moment to make his entrance. 

~~~

Sara’s voice calling out your name startles you awake. When you open your eyes, she’s kneeling on the ground beside the bed. “Hey, are you okay? We’ve been trying to call you for the past hour.”

You rub your eyes and yawn. “Yeah, I’m feeling okay.” Once you process what she said, you ask, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you got sick from eating too much chocolate. You can be so lame sometimes,” she chuckles, ruffling your head. 

“Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend.”

That gets you sitting up immediately. “Todo texted you?”

“Yeah. He was so worried about you. Even bought you porridge and green tea ice cream.”

“He had all that delivered? For me?”

“No, dummy. He’s here.”

“Todo is here?”

Sara nods with a devilish grin on her face. Then, she gets up and walks out of your bedroom. You hear her speaking to someone, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You hear heavy footsteps approaching. Todo stands in the doorway, holding a bag. “Hey.”

Him standing at the entrance of your bedroom makes you self-conscious. If you knew he was going to be here, you would have worn some cuter pajamas. Instead, you’re wearing boxer shorts and a raggedy oversized t-shirt that has been through trying times. You’re also currently braless. You pull the blanket up closer to your chest. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at dinner with Takada-Chan.”

“I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He stays standing in the doorway.

“Sara told me you bought me porridge. You left your date with Takada-Chan just to buy me some soup?” 

“Yeah. I guess I did.” After a few seconds of silence, he asks, “Can I come in?”

Something about him asking makes you feel at ease. Maybe he can be a gentleman after all. “Sure.”

He sits on the floor, cross legged, beside the bed. There’s a small tray you keep in arms reach by your dresser. You grab it and lay it out on your bed. 

“It might not be as hot. Just let me know if you want me to heat it more.” He places the bowl on the tray and hands you a soup spoon. 

This is really sweet. He’s being really sweet right now. 

The porridge smells amazing. You drop the blanket slightly as you lean forward to enjoy the soup. There’s still a bit of steam that comes out when you remove the cover. It looks heavenly. After the first spoonful, you hum in satisfaction. “This tastes amazing.” 

Todo smiles as he leans back onto his hands. “I’m glad you like it. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Sleeping and a hot compress helped. And this porridge is really hitting the spot.” 

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah! Here, try it.”

He contemplates for a few seconds before crawling on his knees to move closer to the bed. You hold out a spoonful, your other hand underneath to prevent spillage. He leans his head forward and opens his mouth as you feed him. 

This feels very intimate for some reason. You see his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “It’s good,” he says. 

You eat the rest of the porridge in silence, Todo watching you from the floor. Once you’re all done, he puts the empty bowl in the bag and reveals the cutest turtle plushie you’ve ever seen. “I also got you this. Thought you might like it. You can name it Nobu.”

This is too much. You feel like you might explode from the cuteness overload. He hands you the turtle and you squeeze it against your chest. “Thank you so much. You’re really sweet.”

He smirks, a blush creeping to his cheeks. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans against the side of the bed, hands tucked under his chin, eyes focused on you. 

“But you skipped the dinner with Takada-Chan. Are you upset?”

“Of course not. Didn’t feel right to be there without you anyways. I want to be here with you.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a playful smile. “Then, I guess this means we’re friends. Even though you told me we could never be friends.”

Suddenly, he gets up and kneels on the side of the bed. The mattress sinks from his weight as he leans in closer to you. “I don’t want to be friends.” He’s centimeters from your face, though he remains still, waiting for you to make the first move. 

Maybe it’s the fact that he skipped a dinner with his “future wife” to bring you porridge. Or the fact that you’ve been yearning to rediscover how his lips feel against yours. Or maybe it’s because you like him. You actually like him. 

You set Nobu the turtle aside, afraid for what he might be exposed to in the next few minutes. 

You wrap your hands around the back of his thick neck to close the gap. The kiss is messy, sloppy, and hungry. He swirls his tongue in your mouth, desperate to taste you. The blankets covering your body are pushed away, exposing you completely to him. You hear him growl as straddles you, hands sliding down to your waist. His touch is firm, but gentle all at the same time. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he slides underneath your shirt. 

He breaks the kiss as soon as he reaches your bare chest. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He’s breathing is heavy. You smirk at him as you shake your head no. 

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispers in your ear, scattering wet kisses all along your neck, brushing his thumb over your peaked nipples, causing you to moan louder.

From the doorway, you hear a loud, “AHEM.”

Immediately, you unwrap your legs from around his waist. When did you even do this?!

You both distance yourself from each other and turn to face Sara with her arms crossed, glaring. Todo grabs the blanket that was tossed aside and pulls it to cover the both of you.

“Did you two just forget I was here? The door is wide open, you fucking perverts.” She walks to the end of the bed and bends over to pick something up. “And right in front of poor Nobu? You two are really despicable.” 

You burst out in laughter. Todo slowly hops off the bed and sits back down on the bedroom floor, muttering a guilty, “Sorry.”

She walks back towards the door. “I’m not trying to be a cockblock or anything, but maybe you two should establish what your relationship is first. Are you rivals still? Friends? Fuck buddies? Let’s be adults about this, shall we?” 

She steps out of the room, swinging the door closed. Before it shuts all the way, she yells, “I’ll be right outside if you need me!”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“I wanted it too. I mean, I still want it.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He leans forward to rest his head against the edge of the bed. “You should get some rest. We can talk later.” 

You study his face and reach out to delicately trace his scar with your fingers. “How did you get this?”

He holds your hand against his cheek and nuzzles into your palm. “Training, when I was a kid. Is it ugly?”

You smile at him. “Not at all. It’s actually really sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” he says softly with an eyebrow raised. He gives you a naughty smirk before pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It sets your skin ablaze.

“Todo, maybe we should take things slow. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.” 

With his eyes closed, he hums in response as he continues to kiss you. 

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am. We’ll take things slow. Whatever it is you want, I’ll do it. I want to know everything about you.” His lips move to the back of your hand, placing soft kisses between each of your knuckles. “I want to be with you. And not as an act.” 

“I want to be with you, too.” 

He looks at you with an affectionate gaze, his lips touching your skin. Your breathing staggers as the tightness in your chest intensifies with each delicate kiss. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I also got you some matcha green tea ice cream,” Todo mentions, in between kisses.

Maybe taking things slow will be a lot harder than you think.

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WHAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE THE HQ BOYS' CANONICAL FAVORITE DRINK (AND SOMETIMES FOOD) ORDERS ARE WITH LITTLE TO NO EXPLANATION

SAWAMURA DAICHI - regular hot drip coffee, probs with a bit of ordinary cream/milk

SUGAWARA KOSHI - iced brown sugar oat milk latte with light ice

AZUMANE ASAHI - a bottle of apple juice but then he gets laughed at so he puts it back and orders a hot honey citrus tea

NISHINOYA YUU - grape frappuccino with extra whipped cream and pistachios on top

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE - bro gets a chocolate croissant and an iced water usually, but sometimes he'll get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a warmed cheese danish with strawberry jam on top on the side when he's in a good mood

KAGEYAMA TOBIO - blueberry milk tea latte with cheese foam and tapioca is his fav but sometimes he can't speak properly and just orders a cup of steamed milk

HINATA SHOYO - strawberry acai refresher with extra berries and one of those cheese and grapes and crackers boxes

TSUKISHIMA KEI - hot oolong tea with honey usually, but he'll also get the occasional twice-a-year java chip frappucino

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI - vanilla creme frappucino

KUROO TETSURO - hot black coffee

KAI NOBUYUKI - hot hazelnut soy milk latte

YAKU MORISUKE - peach green tea (switches if he wants iced or hot based on mood and weather) with 2/3rds of a sugar packet or half a pump of cane sugar

YAMAMOTO TAKETORA - prides himself in having never gotten an overpriced cafe drink

KOZUME KENMA -large strawberry creme frappuccino with extra extra whipped cream, extra strawberry syrup, extra freeze-dried strawberry powder, and an extra pump of simple syrup

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI -lemon tea (changes if he wants iced or hot based on his mood)

INUOKA SO - mango dragonfruit refresher with strawberry base, light ice, extra dragonfruit bits

HAIBA LEV -says"i'll take whatever your favorite drink is!" then records it, and doesnt give it to the worker and just keeps it (he never understood the vids where they would give it to the worker. hes just like bro why'd u order it if u werent gonna drink it)

SHIBAYAMA YUKI - strawberry frappucino with extra freeze-dried strawberry bits

OIKAWA TOORU - vanilla creme frappucino or iced sugar cookie latte in the winter (will scream at u if u call him a basic white girl)

MATSUKAWA ISSEI - homie goes to the convenience store across the street and gets some weird cheesey beef sandwich with relish on top and a giant slurpee

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO - homie goes with matsukawa to get a nasty pork sandwich with mustard but then runs back to get an extra hot quadruple shot upside-down caramel macchiato with soy milk

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -hot soy latte

YAHABA SHIGERU - espresso con pana

WATARI SHINJI - iced peach green tea lemonade with no ice

KYOTANI KENTARO - gets nothing when with the group but comes back after to get a pinkity drinkity with cold foam

KINDAICHI YUTARO - pistachio frappucino with a shot of espresso

KUNIMI AKIRA - hot soy half-caff pistachio/hazelnut latte with caramel drizzle at 120 degrees

BOKUTO KOTARO - either a unicorn frappucino or a chocolate cold brew

AKAASHI KEIJI - a quad

KITA SHINSUKE - a hot americano

OJIRO ARAN - a hot matcha latte

AKAGI MICHINARI - iced matcha latte

MIYA ATSUMU - pink drink with extra berries and no ice

SUNA RINTARO - hot caramel macchiato

MIYA OSAMU - hot chai tea latte with pistachio foam and a warmed brownie

KOMORI MOTOYA - iced matcha latte with strawberry jam

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - a single shot of espresso

#i left out all the irrelevant ppl #like ennoshita and narita LMFAO #and also like riseki heisuke from inarizaki like bro who tf r u u were on for a solid two secs and literally got booed off the court #and like sorry but konoha has like 2 lines #sugawara hcs #kageyama hcs #hinata hcs #tsukishima hcs #kuroo hcs #kenma hcs #oikawa hcs #iwaizumi hcs #kunimi hcs #bokuto hcs #akaashi hcs #kita hcs #atsumu hcs #suna hcs #osamu hcs #sakusa hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 8th - Jeongin

pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

genre: love at first sight

synopsis: Jeongin is kicking his 3rd year at JY Publsihing as an underpaid intern. Life could be a lot more enjoyable if he would at last recieve the position he has been dreaming of... but his usual coffee runs make it more bearable once a new barista starts working at his regural coffee shop.

warnings: -

words: 860

8th day of SKZMAS

December 8th

Jeongin has a bit of a messy morning. As an underpaid intern at JY Publishing, he is obliged to run errands for basically everyone. It's been like this for three years now and he keeps on waiting for his promotion to be part of the editorial party. But for that, he needs to endure.

He is going on the first coffee run of the day to get the supervisor's order before your big meeting at 10. The cafe is only a 5 minute walk from the office and he prays there won't be a line to make it back in time. 

Once he steps in, the bell above the door greets him with a cheerful jingle. The sweet, freshly grinded coffee aroma hits his nose and wakes him instantly. The cafe is cozy and welcoming, it gives a sense of safe familiarity to Jeongin after all these years. Even if everything in his life has been changing, the cafe stayed constant. Except for the fact that there is a completely new barista hurrying behind the counter.

For a second Jeongin hesitates and needs to backtrack, checking the sign on the door and window to see if it really is the right coffee shop. After he is certain, he turns back to examine the new barista who seems out of this world. The curve of your nose, the full of your lips, all feel like you have been sculpted by gods and when you look at Jeongin and smile, he suddenly loses his footing and knocks over the menu board.

He curses and scolds himself, picking it up and fixing the damage he made but his suit pants are covered in chalk and on the board, you can only read cro ant and caf tte. 

“I’m so sorry.” he apologizes from the entrance before sighing and walking up to the register in defeat. “Is it still appropriate to order?”

“To anyone else, I would probably say no.” you chuckle, checking him out from head to toe. He is really cute. “But with that kicked puppy expression, I would feel terrible to reject you. What can I get you?”

“It would be a more appropriate question to ask what not to get me…” Jeongin shakes his head but your blatant flirting is not lost on him. “So, I will have an americano with extra sugar for Changbin, an iced americano with double espresso shot for Hyunjin, a caramel macchiato for Jisung and please make that with almond milk, an espresso, all black, for Chan, a gingerbread latte for Felix and please put it in a Christmas to go cup… which reminds me please don't put Hyunjin’s in anything Christmassy.” He takes a deep breath. “One cup of cappuccino for Minho… no actually make that two and label one for Seungmin. Five chocolate chip cookies and two blueberry muffins. All to go.” he says and he isn't sure whether you kept up. “Please.” he adds with a handsome smile. “And maybe a glass of fizzy water for me while I wait.”

“Yeah, that one is on the house.” you chuckle, glancing down at your notes and nodding along. “Okay. It might take a while, there’s only two of us working today… so please, take a seat.” you say with a sweet smile and you gesture out towards the sitting area, not too pointedly stopping over the seat closest to the counter. This job doesn’t come with many perks, but serving the occasional pretty errand boy is definitely one of them.

Once you have handed the boy the glass of water, you check for any new customers, then step back from the cashier to help your coworker make the drinks.

“You’ve got an eye for beauty.” the other barista, Ryujin, chuckles quietly.

“Is he a regular?” you ask curiously and try not to glance back at the boy who has taken a seat exactly halfway between the door and the counter.

“Yeah. Regular as in coming like three times a day.” Ryujin nods as she starts making the milk foam. “Working for JY Publishing. He’s been there forever but he is still doing coffee rounds so… I kinda feel bad for him.”

You don't answer right away, only after the cookies and muffins are in the oven to warm up.

“He is very cute.” you say, crossing your arms and leaning back against the counter with a little smile. “Is he looking?”

“No.” Ryujin shrugs. When you glance over your shoulder, though, you catch the boy’s eyes for a second before you can both tear your gazes away. “You liar!” you hiss and Ryujin is trying her best to bite back a laugh.

Soon the coffees are done and you make sure to get to the handout counter before Ryujin can talk to the pretty boy. He gets up dutifully and checks each one of the drinks before thanking you and saying goodbye.

“Wait!” you find yourself calling after him, and he turns with curious eyes. “Well, now that I know all your colleagues’ names, could I maybe have yours, too?”

“Jeongin.” he says before he adds a beat later. “Yang Jeongin.”

to be continued...

#yang jeongin #jeongin #i.n #stray kids #skz #jeongin au #jeongin fic #skz au #stray kids au #stray kids fic #skz fic #jeongin x reader #24 to 25 days of skzmas #skzmas #mymercury #yourandromeda #bf-skz

[cetaceans-pls]

A Chips And Dips Kind Of Night

Bruce is working undercover at a 7/11.

Dick does not know this.

Gen fic with Bruce and Dick, written for @brucewayneweek for the prompt ‘midnight snacks’. why do i love writing them grocery shopping so much??

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Bruce mutters a dishonest “Welcome” when the door swings open, and assertively does not look up from some Facebook video on hot rods on his phone. Trying to distill the average convenience store worker had been both very hard and very easy; hard, because there’s an undercurrent of wincing dissatisfaction at working a full shift for not enough wages and it isn’t a feeling he can ever truly feel, and easy, because if you’re working the graveyard shift of a convenience store neither your co-workers nor your patrons expect you be in the least bit Regular.

There’s the quiet shuffling and rustling of a customer trying to decide the undecidable (which flavour of potato chips to go for tonight), and Brucec doesn’t lift his gaze. If there’s shrinkage because someone needs or frankly even wants a snack for the night, it’s 7/11′s problem, not his. He had to draw the line at the kid trying to steal an entire magazine rack, but only because it was too obvious and halfway through he’d been so entranced by the boy trying to fit a rack taller and wider than he was into his jacket that he’d be culpable on the CCTV.

So he leaves them to their own devices, switches to another video, this time about 1970s carburetors, and idly wonders if it really will take the full 2 weeks he’s expecting for Bulgar to finally show his face outside his safehouse on the other side of the road. Two weeks with minimal patrolling is not a very appealing prospect, but Bruce likes to treat himself to long, low-risk undercover missions once or twice a year.

Outside the armour and outside the tux he sometimes feels liminal, like 2/3rds of a man at best. Being a nondescript civvie doing something regular is an excuse to not be a whole person, but because it’s near impossible to describe this to his family, he tends to keep his more nondescript covers quiet.

A treat, just a quiet little thing that belongs just to him.

Unfortunately, the thing about being a parent is that very, very few things end up being just your own.

The customer plonks a selection of breakfast bars, a fistful of popsicles, and a half gallon of chocolate milk on the counter, and Bruce finally tears his sight away from a disembodied hand meticulously scrubbing a choke plate to finally do his job.

He feels like he earns his spot on the Justice League twelve times over, when he’s able to play it cool as he meets Dick’s eyes, and realises that the man absolutely does not realise it’s him.

Dick smiles jovially, even though it’s 3 AM and there’s a bruise right over one eye from unknown origin. “Hey,” he says, cheerful as all fuck. “Are you new? Is Marsha okay? I know I haven’t been in for a couple of weeks, but she’s been here years.”

Bruce starts scanning the items, and is glad that he’d foregone most of his tech, and had sprung for some dark brown lenses. All of them have handy little gadgets that are designed to give them a quiet little buzz if they register too much electrical activity, but all Bruce has is his phone and a comm piece shoved into the toe of one boot.

Bruce looks at Dick’s cheerful face, though, and is instantly confident that he doesn’t have one of those gadgets, or any of the thousand others Bruce has precision designed to keep them safe. Just walked literally 15 blocks over to some shitty 7/11 so familiar to him he’s friends with the cashier.

“I am new,” Bruce replies, voice a little higher than his usual speaking voice. “But I’m temporary. Marsha was training me all of last week, but she’s going to be away till the end of September. Said she won a trip, some weird trivia thing on a radio show.” He shrugs. “It’s just me on nights now.”

Dick, if anything, is even more cheery. “Oh wow, that’s great news! Hope she’s on a tropical beach somewhere, drinking a piña colada and living her best life.” He laughs to himself, but then starts to frown. “Also, this is totally my bad, but you 100% should not be telling random guys where your co-workers are or aren’t. You definitely shouldn’t be telling random guys that you’re the only one working the graveyard shift. It’s dangerous, big guy.”

Bruce makes an effort to very obviously look Dick up and down, before snorting. “I think I’m gonna be okay; you got kind eyes.” He scans 3 popsicles back to back, and worries for his son’s teeth. “And maybe I’m lying too. Maybe I’ve already killed everyone else on staff, shoved their bodies into the ice box, and I’m pretending I’m a new hire so I can cut off the faces of full-grown men who buy chocolate milk and wear it as a hat.”

A regular person, someone who hasn’t had a lifetime of violence and rescues, likely would have been pretty freaked out to hear all of that come out the mouth of an emotionless 6′3 man who’s almost as wide as the magazine rack, but Dick just bursts out laughing.

“Is being funnny and kinda weird a requirement for hiring here?” he says, a little breathless. “I don’t smell blood and I don’t see any signs of a scuffle. That shirt actually fits you, so it’s not like you KO’d a 45-year-old lady and then miraculously fit in her uniform. You didn’t have to look where to reach for the plastic bag, which I don’t need anyways, and,” and Dick looks so, so smug here, “you got kind eyes too. So I know you’re good, uh,” he squints at Bruce’s name tag. “Barty?”

Bruce is still too taken aback to be read to filth like that, and he’s too busy being proud of how good of a detective Dick is even at his most casual, to think about the words coming out his mouth.

“My parents couldn’t decide between Barry and Marty and split the difference.”

That has Dick cracking up all over again. “Oh man, wait, sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you but that’s really, really sweet and really, really dumb. Hey, let me make this fair. Ask me my name.”

Bruce knows the set-up and the punchline to this, but Dick’s merriment is infectious even to made-up Barty who’s working nights because he’s going through a divorce and the stress has made him a bit of an insomniac. “What’s your name?”

“I’m a Dick,” Dick says proudly, chest puffed up. “Can’t even blame my parents for this one, it says Richard on my birth cert, but I’m definitely a Dick.”

Bruce doesn’t laugh, but he does roll his eyes good-naturedly. “I can tell.”

“Fighting words from my man Barty.” Dick’s still got a smile in his eyes. “Now that we’ve established you’re not a serial killer and we’ve bonded over our hilarious names, I’m gonna give you my number.”

That does make Bruce choke, and once again his brain goes offline while his mouth leans in. “Thanks, but I’m emotionally unavailable.” He listens to himself say the words, and takes a second to wonder if Dick’s somehow blasted truth serum through the AC to elicit that earnest of a statement out of him.

He expects Dick to laugh at him again, and Dick does, but it’s a lot quieter and much, much gentler. “Hey, now. Don’t we all get like that sometimes?” He reaches over the counter for an errant pen, and pulls out a crumpled up old receipt from his sweatpants. “Nah, I’d never hit on someone while they’re on shift. You guys have enough going on.” He writes down his number, and Bruce despairs to see that it’s his actual mainline. “No, it’s just that this area can get kinda sketchy. Most of the robberies are pretty chill so I always recommend you just go with it, but sometimes things can get a little violent.”

He writes D I C K in massive capital letters, and draws a smiley before passing the slip of paper over. “I live pretty close and I’m usually up late, so I’ll tell you the same thing I told Marsha. Anything happens, if you get worried or even if you just want some company, gimme a call and I’ll swing by if I can.”

Bruce looks at the crumpled bit of receipt like it’s a reliquary, and wonders how Dick came through the other side of a lifetime’s worth of interaction with Bruce to end up being this degree of unbearably good. “Why are you doing this?” he asks, uncomprehending. Has he been made?

Dick shrugs. “I’ve done it with pretty much every night-time clerk I run into, so it’s not that unusual. But also, uh, uhm.” He goes a little red in the ears. “You don’t look like him at all, but you kinda remind me of my dad. My second dad. Kind of. Uhm.” He rallies. “The point is, you remind me of him, and if he’s out working in the night and something happened to him.....” Dick smiles a little shyly. “I’d want someone to help him. And if I want that for him, I want to be that for other people, you know? No big deal.”

It is, in fact, A Very Big Deal. Bruce feels as half-melted as the long forgotten popsicles, a sticky puddle roasting in Dick’s presence. “That’s very kind of you.” He clears the frog out his throat with great effort. “Bet your dad is very proud of you.”

He’s rarely meant anything more.

Dick grins, tapping his card on the machine and shoving his wares into a shopping bag with the Superman emblem on it. “Maybe? Probably. He’s the emotionally unavailable type too, to be honest, but same for you as for him, Barty, I’m not gonna let your intense gloominess stop me from looking out for you. See, I was raised well after all.”

“I can tell. Have a good night, Dick.”

And he slips a little, in the manner and in the voice. Not enough to trip him out of Barty and back into himself, but enough for Dick to blink then blink again, before grinning and waving.

“You too, Barty. Don’t work too hard!”

Dick disappears into the dark night, and Bruce doesn’t work too hard, doesn’t work at all, because he’s too busy being bent over with his forehead to the counter, brain buzzing like a light bulb on the fritz because he’s no longer feeling detached and liminal, a fractional man.

He’s Bruce Wayne, he’s Dick’s second dad, and he’s unspeakably proud of his son.

(He’s even, just a little bit, proud of himself.)

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #brucewayneweek2022 #whale writing #would it surprise you to learn that for various reasons i have gone both bird AND bat watching (literal) #i truly was terrible at both #but this fic is a love letter to the older gentleman who manned the counter at the convenience store i used to live by #and how kind and concerned he constantly was every time i came schlepping in at 5 am buying a sandwich and hot tea #one time even treating me to a herbal drink when i came in clearly unwell but clearly still intent on going after birds #this one's for u my guy!!

[m-thegreatandpowerful]

Cookie Cake, with cookie dough frosting, topped with even more cookies.

Sharing this recipe because alot of people love it and ask me to make it. Not a recipe/food blog but here we are.

*Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, you can use store bought or homemade. A store bought tub of cookie dough will yeild 2 cookie cakes. Or one of those large tubes will also work. You'll need around 4 cups of cookie dough for 2 cakes.

Preheat oven to 325°. Press room temperature cookie dough into a greased pan, I usually use two 9 inch pizza pans. Chill the cookie dough in the fridge or freezer before baking. Bake until golden on top (my time was around 15 minutes each. And I baked them one at a time) take cakes out and cool completely.

For the frosting:

◇1 Pint Heavy Whipping Cream

◇1 Pint EDIBLE chocolate chip cookie dough. Can either be store bought or homemade, but make sure its EDIBLE and safe for raw consumption.

◇1/2 cup brown sugar

◇1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Put the cookiedough and heavy whipping cream in a standmixer and beat on low/medium speed until they start to combine. Add the brown sugar and vanilla. Beat on medium/high speed until it starts to thicken and forms stiff peaks (it will be thicker than a regular whipped cream)

Pipe or spread the frosting over the cooled cookie cakes. The frosting yeilds enough for a 3rd cake easily, I usually store the remaining frosting in the freezer for later. (It tastes amazing frozen as a sort of ice cream treat)

For the cookie crumb topping:

I use store bought cookies, but homemade would also work. Recommended to use crunchy cookies for the topping. Crush/break cookies to add ontop.

If you're thinking "man this sounds like TOO MUCH COOKIE" well, you'd be wrong. Have a nice day.

#cookie #recipe #cookie cake #dessert #chocolatechipcookies

[houseofperfecttaste]

Scott McCall - Do I Know You pt.2

When I woke up the next morning I was no longer being held by Scott. I frowned slightly making my way downstairs smelling pancakes. I smiled leaning against the doorway of the kitchen watching Scott making pancakes doing a little dance as he had an earbud in his ear. When he saw me he smiled pulling the earbud out letting the music play aloud. He danced his way over to me grabbing my hands making me dance with him and he twirled me around as I giggled.

“I’m making your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes with Nutella on the top drenched in syrup and a glass of chocolate milk.” I smiled at him for being so sweet and patient with me. "Thank you Scott. Thank you for trying to help me remember it means more to me than you'll ever know." I said wrapping my arms around his waist hugging him and he squeezed me as tight as he could.

“I’m always going to help you remember, I won’t stop til you do.” He whispered in my ear kissing the side of my head before placing me in front of him handing me spatula and helping me flip the pancake. "We got a pro in here." He joked smiling and I giggled leaning back into his chest. "So tell me how did we meet?" I asked taking a bite of my pancake. "You moved to Beacon Hills in the 3rd grade and you spilt your box of 100 crayons on the floor and Stiles and I helped you pick them up. Ever since then we've all been inseperable."

~ 2 months later ~

Everyday Scott and the others would tell me more stories and show me more pictures but nothing was happening. The only thing I half remembered were my parents and even that took a little while to do. I just want my normal life back I want to remember everything. I was drowning in my own thoughts so I grabbed my car keys and made my way to Stiles's house since I guess he was my best friend before I was in a coma. I knocked on the door and Sheriff Stilinski said that Stiles wasn't home right now but I was more than welcome to wait in his room.

I made my way upstairs and when I opened the door I saw two boards full of newspaper articles and pictures of murders everywhere. I caught a glimpse of a picture of what looked liked to be a ninja? With a metal mask. Under the picture was the word 'Oni' and something sparked inside of me. I had a small flashback of me fighting what looked like to be an Oni but it only lasted for a few seconds. There were other names written on the board that read 'Darach', 'Deucalion', and 'Alpha Pack.' Another small flashback appeared in my head and I closed my eyes letting myself sink into it.

I was running as fast as I could to the locker room locking the door and hiding behind lockers trying to steady my breathing. I leaned my head against the lockers and I heard the knob jiggle before I heard the door being ripped off its hinges and it was thrown into the lockers next to me. A girl whose eyes were glowing red grabbed me by my throat throwing me into the wall and I groaned as my body hit the floor. She walked over to me her claws out as I scooted against the wall looking for anything to use as a weapon. I saw a lacrosse stick and I got up trying to run to it but she clawed my stomach making me whimper and she threw me into lockers. My head was spinning as I watched her raise her hand ready to kill me but someone grabbed her throwing her back. I looked up and was met with Scott with glowing red eyes and claws.

I gasped and looked at more pictures on the board before I turned my attention to the board on his wall that had pictures of the friend group and started to get more random flashbacks of fighting supernatural creatures and flashbacks of my regular memories. I texted Scott asking if he could come to Stiles house and within 5 minutes he was here. "Hey you okay?" He asked walking towards me.

"Show me your eyes." I demanded as he stood in front of me and his eyes widened slightly before licking his lips and gulping. "I am." He chuckled nervously.

"No your other ones. Your red ones." His jaw dropped a little bit before closing his eyes and when he opened them they were red but I wasn't scared I was intrigued.

"I remember fighting the alpha pack, the Oni. I remember being in the woods with you and Stiles the night you got bit, I remember how nervous you were to ask me out, I remember our first kiss happened while I was cleaning your wounds from fighting. I remember everything." I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck as a big smile spread across his lips as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"How did you remember?" Scott asked and I pointed to Stiles's boards and the pictures of all of us. "The pictures. Once I saw pictures of the supernatural things started coming back to me and it helped bring my non-supernatural memories back." I chuckled playing with his hair twirling it around my finger as I kissed his chin.

"But one of the most important things I remembered is that I love you Scott McCall, forever and always."

#scott mccall x you #teen wolf #mccall pack #scott mccal imagine #scott mcall #scott mccall x reader #teen wolf cast #tyler posey

[sonicenvy]

actually let’s go! Things about the high school that I went to that apparently sounded like I was making sh*t up:

ukulele suddenly become the most popular thing in school for a whole year with a student after school uke playing club that had 50 members. people would just walk around the school during passing periods playing their ukes. some of them would graduate to be hallway guitar players.

we had 2 vending machines in the school that were 100% poptarts and one of them had poptarts for 10¢ less than the other one.

the first floor of the academic building (the main campus building) was called the maze because everyone got lost down there as there were many corridors that dead ended and the classrooms were not sensibly ordered so like rm 120 and rm 121 would be on opposite sides of the building.

there were 4 cafeterias, each called houses (blue, green, gold and red house) with associated locker blocks. each student division got assigned lockers in a different house (red house represent babey!). The cafeterias were differentiated by having pillars, floors and chairs in the house color.

we were an open campus school, basically meaning that you could leave the building whenever the f**k you wanted and they didn’t really care. there were 2 nearby restaurants that had secret hidden discounted specials only for students at my school. You had to show your school ID and tell them about the special. One of them was a burger, fries and a soda for $3.33.

you had to pay an annual $500 school fee. It was public school (usa)

every club, activity and sports team was a cult (some more than others). If you joined they were like, your whole life. You also had to pay fees for them, ranging from $25 (for a low key club) to $500 (women’s basketball, volleyball).

there was very little interest in football. This lack of interest eventually (several years after I graduated) caused the team to permanently disband. The most popular sport was women’s basketball. tickets could be as much as $30 a game.

the pseudo professional school theater company was in something like $20K debt because of a incident involving broadway lawyers and les mis.

blue house had a stage in it and one year the school decided to plop an upright piano on that stage and they just left it there. Students would then just sit down and play that piano during their lunches. Sweet live music (usually pretty good).

The school econ department fundraised by having a morning coffee shop in one of the houses where they sold coffee, & pre-packaged pastries while playing music.

there was a time where the school cafeteria served (1) fresh made thing and it was a special item exempt from free lunch. it was fresh chocolate chip cookies. they cost $1.

we had an annual free ice cream sundae day.

all students started classes during 2nd or 3rd period. 2nd period starters ended 8th and 3rd period starters ended 9th.There was officially no such thing as 1rst period classes for sign up in the course catalog. rumours abounded about what might happen in a first period class. As I would find out as a junior, first period was mandatory ACT prep for athletes that started at 6:30 in the morning. I managed to dodge it anyways. Everyone else had mandatory after school ACT prep.

all of our regular substitute teachers were basically local cryptids. the weirdest old people you would ever meet. only one of them had any teaching experience/training.

there was this week after finals and AP exams, before school let out for the summer that the state decided to make our school have all students attend. The grades were already submitted at this point. The school just marked every student as present for the entire week. The only students who showed up were the athletes because we all still had to go to practice.

you were required to do a minimum of like ... 50 hours of volunteering to graduate.

the school did not own school buses, so whenever we needed them, we had to let them out from somewhere else.

there were ping pong tables in one of the houses.

#text #margaret babbles #long post for ts #anyways i could go ON and ON

[junko-and-riri-domain]

❦ boys & girls try to pretend | p.sh

❦ genre: park sunghoon x reader, fluff, semi-angsty?

❦ warnings: none (if there are any warnings I missed in relation to this post please let me know!)

“Boys and girls try to pretend

They’re not catching feelings

When they’re catching feelings”

❦ note: this was inspired by “boys & girls” by James TW, some lyrics were changed to fit the narrative of the story

As 7-year-old you looked at 7-year-old Park Sunghoon skating in the ice rink, there was a sort of air about him that had you curious about the boy. As most 7-years-old, the two of you were just gaining a recent awareness of what it meant to live life. Park Sunghoon knew the minute he stepped onto the ice that ice skating was his everything. He loved the thrill of it, the cold air, but most of all the freedom it provided. Over some hot chocolate, once he finally left the rink, the two of you got to talking which led to your parents exchanging numbers. Sunghoon wasn’t a talkative boy most of the time but his parents noted how he made an effort to talk to you.

You later found out that the two of you attended the same primary school but were in different classes. You found out one lunch at recess when you noticed some guys in the 3rd grade crowding over someone. Curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to see what was happening only to find out that the boy you drank hot chocolate with a few days prior was getting bullied. You stood up for Sunghoon, telling the bullies to “fudge off!” despite the slight fear you felt, the bullies left the two of you alone. The two of you spent the remaining few minutes of lunch together, bonding over a penguin plushie your aunt bought you as a gift.

It didn’t take long before the two of you became friends, a concept you’ve heard of but neither of you truly experienced until each other. The next year of school, the two of you were in the same class. Not only were you in the same class, but you hung out with each other outside of school, mostly at the ice skating rink where the two of you truly noticed each other. Some days you joined him in skating but for the most part, you preferred to watch, a habit that would continue in later years to come.

When you turned double digits, things started changing. You’d be entering middle school soon with more classes and newer people. One Saturday, Sunghoon was at your house and the two of you were having a Disney movie marathon. The scene of the Sleeping Beauty kissing scene appeared on the screen,

“Mama said that people only kiss when they love each other,” you found yourself saying as you glanced over to Sunghoon. You knew love in the form of warm breakfast and being tucked into a blanket but not yet in form of the scene where Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel were surrounded by lanterns on a canoe. Sunghoon looked at you,

“Do you love me?” he asked. He wanted to know your answer for some odd reason despite not knowing the weight of the question. With you, the feeling you gave him was something similar to the one he felt while on the ice but somehow different? You nodded,

“Mama said to love everyone.” Neither of you knew exactly what happened at that moment when Sunghoon made his way to you, your lips brushing for a second, no more, no less. Your first kiss was etched into the history of the world, one of billions of events that occurred that day in that very moment. The kiss wasn’t mentioned nor talked about after that day but the two of you were gaining an awareness of what it meant to be boys and girls.

“You’d talk about a certain boy

And he’d give you his advice

While you’d tell him what to say to all of the girls he ‘liked’”

At 13-years-old, things started changing between the two of you. You were given the talk about puberty with a new awareness of the “birds and bees.” Your group of friends increased, often teasing you and Sunghoon but neither of you paid any mind to it. Feelings of conflict often filled you when you noticing the differences in Sunghoon. The way he was taller, his hair styled differently, and the difference in the atmosphere when he got close to you. The things he did for you were done so in silence but were still actions that you noticed like how he’d give you your favorite bag of chips during lunch or how he waited by your locker to walk home with you. Despite realizing that you had a semi crush on Sunghoon, you were started to have feelings for a boy in your English class, one named Jaeyun. With no other person to ask, you’d talk about it with Sunghoon, often failing to notice the way his jaw clenched slightly or how his gaze grew colder. As a rebuttal, he talked about a girl in his English class and you’d give him pointers on how to talk to her despite the slight sinking feeling in your chest. You and Sunghoon had English class together but you didn’t know which girl he liked and you found yourself not wanting to know.

“As he watched you get close to him

He knew it was serious

Something inside lit up a fire

Can’t help if something’s changed”

You and Sunghoon as a pair started including Jaeyun somewhere down the line. Sunghoon found something else he wanted to do apart from ice skating which no one ever thought possible. He first asked you about it, preferring your opinion over any one else’s and while you were scared of losing your best friend you knew that this was something that’d make him happy. So, you told him to go for his dreams of becoming an idol. On the days that you and Sunghoon weren’t together, Jaeyun was there for you which lead to the two of you getting closer. One night, a rare event happened. Sunghoon’s practice ended early and the two of you headed to the ice skating rink. You decided to skate with him today, wanting to have his presence near you rather than watching from afar.

“You and Jaeyun,” you heard him say in a low voice as you skated. Your hands were linked, an action that was something you were used to with how long you’ve known each other that you didn’t think much of it.

“What about Jae?” 

“Are you two… together?” Unsure as to what he was truly trying to ask,

“We went to the festival together yesterday.” The festival was one Sunghoon was supposed to attend with you but couldn’t.

“Just the two of you?”

“Well yeah, since you weren’t there,” you answered. Sunghoon said nothing and you accepted his silence. He was so deep into his thoughts that he ended up tripping over his skates and falling. Because the two of you were holding hands, you were accidentally brought down with him. As the feeling of falling came over you, you waited for the impact of ice on your body but it never felt. Sunghoon let out a slight hiss of pain as you opened your eyes and saw that you were on top of him, his arms wrapped around you to protect you from the ground. His eyes settled on you with an emotion you couldn’t decipher,

“You ok?” he asked. There was something about how the two of you were settled within this moment, the close proximity of your faces, the cold temperature of the ice that caused it to turn a few degrees higher due to the newfound body heat you were sharing, and the way his arms felt so natural around you. A shift in your relationship occurred in this moment and while you both knew it, neither made the effort to acknowledge it. 

“We had so much to lose

But I kissed you anyway”

In the following weeks, you started drawing lines between you and Jaeyun. He didn’t exactly notice that you had a crush on him in the first place with how outgoing he was to everyone, but Sunghoon did notice. However, you drew lines with Sunghoon too as you saw how passionate he was with the dream of becoming an idol. Making an effort to state that you two were just friends despite how much you wanted to be more, Sunghoon allowed himself to stay behind the lines you drew out fear of ruining the foundations the two of you built your life upon. Weeks turned to months which turned to years and before either of you knew what was happening, Sunghoon’s dream of becoming an idol was within his reach. You cheered for him on i-land, and cheered for ENHYPEN when the members were announced. Due to Sunghoon’s newfound busy schedule and the responsibilities of life pressing on you, your video calls that sometimes lasted an entire day shifted to regular calls that decreased in time which turned to mere texts that became inconsistent. Constantly, you found reminders of each other whether it be when you saw a penguin plushy or were drinking a cup of hot chocolate. It didn’t take long before an entire year passed since you last talked to each other. Then, at 3 in the morning, Sunghoon showed up in front of your doorstep.

“Sunghoon?” you asked despite it clearly being him. 

“Can I come in?” For the first time in both of your lives, the silence was something you didn’t know what to do or say. Until finally, you took his hand and brought him inside. Sunghoon was gaining popularity and you didn’t want a box of mangoes being delivered to your doorstep anytime soon. His height towered over yours as you got a good look at the boy you missed more than you cared to admit. As his eyes settled into yours, his hand pulling you closer his arms wrapped around you. 

“I missed you, y/n,” he whispered. There was a gentleness only owned by Park Sunghoon when he lifted up your chin so that you were looking at him. Then, he tilted his head slightly.

“Boys and girls try to pretend

They’re not catching feelings

When they’re catching feelings”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you brought your hand up to his neck. The closeness of your bodies like the time in the ice skating rink where you fell on each other but here the process of falling for each other was truly starting to take effect. Kissing Park Sunghoon now, the two of you were boys and girls trying to pretend you didn’t have any feelings for each other. The only thing was that now you were no longer boys and girls like you used to be. And now, you were no longer pretending.

|❦ end of story, written by riri| |blog master list|

more fics: (the fics linked below are all fluff but the master list has angst)

|warm mornings (jungwon, written by junko)|  |you, jake, and layla (jake, written by riri)| |storms & ghosts (jay, written by riri)|

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I am bored once again so I have compiled a complete straw hat fact list. This list will be very helpful for if you write fan fictions and get stuck because you can't find a super small detail n it's all from the SBS. Edit: I had no idea that Tumblr has a post length limit before this so to try and visually brake up my extra facts at the bottom, I've colored some of them blue to stand out but not hurt your eyes. *JINBIE NOW IN REBLOG*

Name: Monkey D. "Straw Hat" Luffy

Occupation: Captain

Birthday: May 5 (Children's Day)

Age: 17 pre - 19 post

Height: 172 cm (5'7¾") pre - 174 cm (5'8½") post

DF: Gomu Gomu no Mi

Blood Type: F

Bounty: 30,000,000 • 100,000,000 • 300,000,000 • 400,000,000 • 500,000,000 • 1,500,000,000

Birthplace: East Blue (Foosha Village)

Real world country: Brazil

Real world job: Firefighter

Hobbies: Adventures & Banquets

Numbers: 01 & 56 (5=Go - 6=Mu)

Color: Red

Smell: Meat

Crew-Family alignment: Fourth son

Sleep schedule: Whenever he feels for around 5 hours (+ naps)

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite Seasons: Summer & Winter (Sun is fun but so is snow)

Can cook: Raw meat on a plate

Favorite food: All meat

Least Favorite food: A particular places cherry pie (No reason)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes Ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 3rd

Animal: Monkey

Flower: Cosmos & Sunflower

Name: Roronoa "Pirate Hunter" Zoro

Occupations: Swordsman, Crew Combatant & First Mate

Birthday: November 11

Age: 19 pre - 21 post

Height: 178 cm (5'10") pre - 181 cm (5'11¼") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Japan

Real world job: Police officer

Hobbies: Training & drinking alcohol

Blood Type: XF

Bounty: 60,000,000 • 120,000,000 • 320,000,000

Numbers: 02

Color: Green

Smell: Steel

Crew-Family alignment: First son

Sleep schedule: 4:00am - 7:00 (+ naps)

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite Seasons: Autumn (good for exercise)

Can cook: Sashimi

Favorite food: White rice, sea beast meat, stuff that goes with sake

Least favorite food: Chocolate (Too sweet)

Ice-cruncher: No

Like ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 5th (runs off track a lot)

Animal: Shark & Tiger

Flower: Thistle & Wisteria

Name: "Cat Burglar" Nami

Occupation: Navigator

Birthday: July 3

Age: 18 pre - 20 post

Height: 169 cm (5'6½") pre - 170 cm (5'7") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Sweden

Real world job: Childcare worker

Hobbies: Cartography & Meteorology

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 16,000,000 • 66,000,000

Numbers: 03 & 73 (7=Na - 3=Mi)

Color: Orange

Smell: Oranges & Money

Crew-Family alignment: Daughter

Sleep schedule: 11:00 pm - 7:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite seasons: Summer & Sping

Can cook: Roasted duck with Orange sauce (Really well but you have to pay)

Favorite food: Oranges & all fruit

Least favorite food: Orangette (If she wants fruit, she'll eat regular fruit)

Ice-cruncher: No

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 7th

Animal: Cat

Flower: Sunflower

Name: "God" Usopp

Occupation: Sniper

Birthday: April 1st (April Fool's Day)

Age: 17 pre - 19 post

Height: 174 cm (5'8½") - pre 176 cm (5'9¼") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Africa

Real world job: Graphic designer

Hobbies: Fishing & Crafting

Blood Type: S

Bounty: 30,000,000 • 200,000,000

Numbers: 04

Color: Yellow

Smell: Gunpower

Crew-Family alignment: Third son

Sleep schedule: 1:00am - 8:00am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite season: Summer & Autumn (Best for developing weapons & fishing)

Can cook: Fish & chips (Really well)

Favorite food: Pike from autumn islands, fish of the season

Least favorite food: Mushrooms (he got sick once)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 6th

Animal: Armadillo & Chameleon

Flower: Daisy

Name: "Black Leg" Sanji

Occupation: Cook

Birthday: March 2nd

Age: 19 pre - 21 post

Height: 177 cm (5'9¾") pre - 180 cm (5'11") post

Birthplace: North blue

Real world country: France

Real world job: Beauty salon worker

Hobbies: Cooking

Blood Type: S (RH-)

Bounty: 77,000,000 • 177,000,000 (Only Alive) • 330,000,000

Numbers: 05, 32 (3 = San 2 = ji) & 59 (5=Ko - 9=kku / cook)

Color: Blue

Smell: Cigarettes & Seafood

Crew-Family alignment: Second son (Punk)

Sleep schedule: 12:00 am - 5:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite Seasons: "Any seasons with Nami and Robin" (In Usopp's opinion, this is an idiotic reply)

Can cook: Y e s (His best dish is Seafood)

Favorite food: Spicy seafood pasta & stuff that goes with black tea

Least favorite food: Konjac (It has no nutritional value)

Ice-cruncher: N o

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 2nd

Animal: Duck & Bighorn sheep

Flower: Delphinium

Name: Dr. Tony Tony "Cotton Candy Lover" Chopper

Occupation: Doctor

Birthday: December 24th (In Japan, both December 24th and 25th are known as Christmas.)

Age: 15 pre - 17 post

Height: 90cm (2'11½") (hybrid form)

DF: Hito Hiro no mi

Birthplace: Grand line (Drum Island)

Real world country: Canada

Real world job: Elementary school teacher.

Hobbies: Herbology

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 50 • 100

Numbers: 06 & 110 (1=Hi - 10=To / human)

Color: Pink

Smell: N/A as chopper was the one providing us with the crews sents "How should I know?"

Crew-Family alignment: Youngest son

Sleep schedule: 9:00 pm - 7:00 am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite seasons: Winter (but spring is nice too.)

Can cook: No but can make mixed juice

Favorite food: Cotton candy, chocolate & sweet stuff in general

Least favorite food: Anything spicy (not sweet enough)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 4th (Using Walk point)

Animal: Reindeer... & red panda

Flower: Tulip

Name: Nico "Devil Child" "Light of the Revolution" Robin

Occupation: Archeologist

Birthday: February 6th

Age: 28 pre - 30 post

Height: 188 cm (6'2")

DF: Hana Hana no Mi

Birthplace: West Blue

Real world country: Russia

Real world job: Cabin attendant

Hobbies: Reading and Studying

Blood Type: S

Bounty: 79,000,000 • 80,000,000 • 130,000,000

Numbers: 07, 26 (2=Ni - 6=Ro), & 87 (8=Ha - 7=Na / flower).

Color: Violet

Smell: Flowers

Crew-Family alignment: Mother

Sleep schedule: 11:00 pm - 6:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite season: Autumn & spring (Good for reading & relaxing)

Can cook: Paella (Really well)

Favorite food: Sandwich, Cakes that aren't too sweet & stuff that gose with coffee

Least favorite food: Chewing gum (Can't swallow it)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 8th

Animal: Crane & Falcon

Flower: Lilium casa blanca

Name: "Iron Man" / "Cyborg" Franky

Occupation: Shipwright

Birthday: March 9th

Age: 34 pre - 36 post

Height: 225 cm (7'4½") pre - 240 cm (7'10½") post

Birthplace: South blue

Real world country: USA

Real world job: Pilot

Hobbies: Woodcrafts & welding

Blood Type: XF

Bounty: 44,000,000 • 94,000,000

Numbers: 08

Color: light blue

Smell: Cola

Crew-Family alignment: Dad (Thug) Edit: He has now been moved to Grandma (it's a strange choice but it's what it is now so)

Sleep schedule: 1:00am - 9:00 am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite season: Spring & Summer

Can cook: Barbecue

Favorite food: Hamburgers, french fries & stuff that gose with cola

Least favorite food: Marshmallows ( not hard enough)

Ice-cruncher: No

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 9th (he's too heavy to run fast)

Animal: Bucking Bull

Flower: Anemone

Name: "Soul king" Brook

Occupation: Musician

Birthday: April 3rd

Age: 88 pre - 90 post

Age at death: 38

Height: 266 cm (8'8¾") pre - 277 cm (9'1") post

DF: Yomi Yomi no mi

Birthplace: West blue

Real world country: Austria

Real world job: Detective

Hobbies: Playing music & drinking tea

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 33,000,000 • 83,000,000

Numbers: 09 & 48 (4=Yo - 3=Mi / revive)

Color: Black & white

Smell: Tea

Crew-Family alignment: Grandfather

Sleep schedule: 12:00 am - 5:00 am

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite season: Spring & Fall

Can cook: Chrrasco

Favorite food: Curry

Least favorite food: Lemons (No cheeks to make sour face)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 1st (He is very light)

Animal: Horse / Giraffe Flower: Rose

Extra facts: ° 2 people watch over the ship at night for 2 hours each then shifts change. ° If all the crew had been given a Devil Fruits, Zoro would have the Uo Uo no Mi, Model: Seiryu, albeit "consumed" by one of his swords, Nami the Goro Goro no Mi, Usopp the Poke Poke no Mi, Sanji the the Sui Sui no Mi and Franky the the Buki Buki no Mi. ° Nami, Usopp, Robin and Sanji have all attempted to / left the crew before ° Nami and Robin do their own Laundry each day but the boys "have a huge cleaning extravaganza once a week [...] since they rarely change outfits anyway" ° Luffy, Usopp and Sanji claim to have never been sick, and thus do not know what it feels like. Usopp has been sick now However as he ate a bad mushroom in the Timeskip. ° Usopp, Sanji and Robin cut the crews hair when needed ° Luffy is the youngest of all 12 members from the Worst Generation. ° Usopp's nose is a little longer than Kaku's ° Most of the tall tales and lies Usopp has told have come true at some point during the Straw Hats' voyage. ° Skypiea has a theme park dedicated to Usopp called "Rubber Band Land". It has a drawn profile of him on the overhead sign and a statue featuring him as a muscular warrior, complete with a spear. ° Sanji smokes two brands of cigarettes, 'King Ground' and 'Death'. ° Sanji is the only Straw Hat shown so far to have biological siblings. Ironically, while Nami and Luffy adore their siblings, Sanji and his brothers actively despise each other. °Chopper hides a drawn picture of Dr. Hiriluk's pirate flag under his hat at all times. ° Robin has the same birthday as her mother, Nico Olivia. ° Robin can in fact feel what the limbs devil fruit touch. Meaning, yes she did feel the water 7 incident 👀 ° Franky has the same birthday as Shanks and Mihawk. ° Brook owns 3 different cups with his own personal Jolly Roger on, 2 tea cups, one mug. ° Brook's height and age before the timeskip, 8'8" and 88 years old, could be related to the usual number of keys on a piano, 88. ° Brook and Jinbe are the only two Straw Hats to have never ridden aboard the Going Merry. They are also the only 2 to have been captians of a crew before, not counting Usopp as his 'crew' was children and never actually had a ship. °Jinbe is the only current member of the Straw Hat Pirates who never lived in one of the Four Blues (Chopper lived and trained on Torino Kingdom of South Blue during the timeskip), is the first member to join the Straw Hat Pirates after the two-year timeskip and has the longest gap between being invited to the Straw Hat Pirates and officially joining, is the first member of the Straw Hat Pirates who was affiliated with the World Government, the tallest member at 301 cm (9'10½") and lastly, is the only member to not be featured in One Piece: Stampede or in Over The Top. While Jinbe does appear in Dreamin' On, he does not appear in any of the group shots of the crew.

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Biohazard

Johnny Suh can make the funniest faces look like he’s flirting. Case in point: 

What does that have to do with this post? And what’s up with the title? I guess you have to read on to find out why. I’m such a tease, but let me have that moment from time to time. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: This is the last fluff generator-inspired post for now, and it comes from this prompt: 

Essie bakes Johnny cookies out of love. Unfortunately Johnny is pretty sure these cookies are a biohazard.

POV: 3rd person

Word count: 1,300 + words

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This week was particularly tiring for Johnny – he was busy with work as a DJ. He was invited to be a guest DJ at a popular radio station for a whole week and even played some tunes after each session. Sure, it might pay a lot, but it can be exhausting to be up at 11 in the evening and end the day around the wee hours of the morning.

Because of this stint, he wasn’t able to hang out with his girlfriend lately. Essie worked regular hours – 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. – and when she came home, he was taking his second nap for the day. She would rest around 9 p.m., and he always ended up seeing her sleeping form on her bed. It pained him that she didn’t want to sleep on his bed without him in it.

“I’ll sleep on my bed for the meantime, okay? Please don’t take it personally,” she told him one time, with a sheepish smile on her face.

As much as he respected her wish, all he wanted was for her to sleep on his bed, so he could smell her scent when he went to sleep at six in the morning.

Essie would leave the house at five in the morning, and he was just on his way home. There were times that he offered to drive her to work, but she declined.

“You’re too tired already, I’ve got this,” she said softly, squeezing his hand.

He didn’t sound convinced, but once again, he had to respect her decision. He felt as if she wasn’t interested in their relationship anymore, but he was incorrect.

In fact, his girlfriend wanted to make it up to him by baking something. She had been looking at cookie recipes as of late and wanted to recreate them, even if she hasn’t baked them before.

She knew he would appreciate her effort even though she isn’t a great cook.

As soon as Essie got home from work on Friday, she got down to baking matcha chocolate chip cookies. She even hid her supplies so she could truly surprise him.

Johnny left early since he had to pick up Doyoung at his place. Sorry, you won’t see my handsome figure here tonight, but I’ll make it up to you this weekend! Love you baby princess~ was his message on a neon pink sticky note posted on the fridge.

She smiled as she pocketed the note in the pocket of her apron. His message motivated her to make the best cookies ever, which she hoped was the case. She rolled the sleeves of her shirt and shouted “Let’s get it!” like what their friends liked to say.

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Essie wasn’t sure if what she made was edible or not. The cookies she baked were comically huge, a bit too hard, almost burnt, and the matcha kind of looked like mold. But when she took a bite, they were passable. It wasn’t too sweet nor too bitter. It didn’t taste like burnt batter either.

“I hope he’ll like this,” she mumbled to no one in particular as she shoved them in a pretty box.

As soon as she was done with her baking, she went to sleep. In her dreams, she felt bad that she didn’t even turn on the radio for the past few days to listen to Johnny. She tossed and turned in her sleep, feeling like a failure of a girlfriend.

And of course, she had to show off her nonexistent baking skills to make it up to him.

This woke her up, and she cried, frustrated at how his schedule was slowly tearing them apart. When she walked to the fridge to throw out the cookies that she made, she saw Johnny holding the box she put them in.

Her eyes widened in shock, not used at how early he was. She checked the clock, and it was 5:30 a.m.

“Hey baby, you’re up early. Go back to sleep,” he said, approaching her with the box of cookies she made. She eyed it with disdain, which he noticed. “Something wrong with this?” He placed the box on the table, and she could only sigh in response.

“I hope you like them. It’s my first time baking cookies so…” She sat on the chair across him, fiddling with her fingers so she couldn’t look at his expression.

“Is that so? How cute of you!” He cooed, using the cute voice he liked to do when talking to children. She felt her cheeks grow warm and covered it with both hands.

As she heard him unbox the cookies, she wanted to crawl back into her bed and hide in the covers. He didn’t deserve to eat these mediocre cookies, but she also wanted him to feel that she was making an effort to keep their relationship afloat.

“Baby…what the hell is this?”

The tone of his voice scared her, and she buried her face deeper in her hands.

“Those are supposed to be matcha chocolate chip cookies…” she mumbled.

“They look like a biohazard, baby. Are you sure it’s safe enough to eat?” She heard his footsteps walk closer to her, and he gently removed her hands from her face. He let her see her creation, and she cringed at it.

“I did my best, okay? I just wanted to make it up to you by creating something out of scratch…” She said with her eyes closed, tears threatening to fall from them.

When she heard him take a bite, she took a peek and saw an indescribable look on his face. She couldn’t decipher if he found her creation delicious or terrible. He took another bite with his eyes closed, chewing the cookie carefully.

“So…how was it?” she asked cautiously, her eyes glued on his face. It looked like he could cry at any moment as well.

“Passable, baby. The cookie’s a bit too hard, and I couldn’t taste the matcha that much,” he said as he took another bite.

She sighed in relief and relaxed on her seat, watching him finish the cookie on his hand. Once he did, he wiped his hands on his jeans and returned the box in the fridge.

“You’ll have to learn how to properly bake with me, okay? Why don’t we do it later?”

He picked her up from her seat and carried her bridal-style, which startled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck awkwardly and nodded. He kissed her forehead before he adjusted his hold on her since one wrong move on his part, or she would fall on the floor. She sensed his intention and helped him by pushing herself higher so his hands can carry her comfortably.

“You’re sleeping on my bed today since I’m back,” he whispered too closely to her ear, making her flinch. “You don’t have to do that,” she grumbled, loosening her hold on his neck.

“But I want to. And I know you missed this,” he teased as he even breathed down her neck. “Younghooooo!” She squealed, her face red in embarrassment. He laughed at her reaction and readjusted her once more in his arms as they approached his room.

“Let’s sleep now, okay? I’m ready to call it a night,” he said as he carefully placed her on his bed. “At least now I get to cuddle with my favorite plushie!” With that, he jumped on the bed and tackled her.

Essie felt defeated but in a good way – she knew she couldn’t do anything but accept his love by being the big baby that he still is.

They slept in each other’s arms – she was in her pajamas while he was still clad in his turtleneck and jeans.

He was so tired that he didn’t mind that his girlfriend’s cookies didn’t taste that great – he was happy that she still loves him and would do something out of her comfort zone to show her affection.

He felt like the luckiest man alive, but now, luck would be put aside for his much-needed rest.

–––

FIN

P.S. The face he makes in the GIF is something I imagine the look he’d react to Essie’s ‘biohazard’ cookies, and then he’ll wink at her for her effort and cuteness.  

#nct drabbles #nct au #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct fanfiction #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct 127 au #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fanfiction #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #nct johnny #johnny suh #seo youngho #johnny suh au #johnny suh drabbles #johnny suh fanfic #johnny suh imagines #johnny suh fanfiction #johnny suh scenarios #johnny suh fluff #johnny suh comedy #johnny fluff #johnny comedy #romcom fanfic #romcom fanfiction

[lins-fandom-hub]

HPMA Profile - Annika Xue

A lot of people are doing this, and I don’t even know when the game is gonna release worldwide. But anyway, I’ll hop on the bandwagon. 

Template by @hogwartsmysterystory​

IDENTITY

Name: Annika Zhuo-Yin Xue

Gender: Female

Birth Date: January 21, year TBD

Species: Human

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Sexuality: Hetero

Alignment: Neutral Good

Ethnicity: Chinese

Nationality: Chinese

Residence: Changchun, China

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISFP

THE MAGE

Wand: Maple with phoenix feather core, 10.5 inches, pliant

I have often found that those chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers; they are not stay-at-home wands, and prefer ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise their magic grows heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene cause this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grows, with its partner, in ability and status. This is a beautiful and desirable wood, and wand quality maple has been among the most costly for centuries. Possession of a maple wand has long been a mark of status, because of its reputation as the wand of high achievers.

Animagus: N/A

Misc Magical Abilities: N/A as of now

Boggart Form: Annika’s Boggart is almost completely impossible to see, but it bubbles on the ground to the point where she could sink forever into the depths. She’s scared of sinking into quicksand in the midst of rainy weather, losing her footing until the earth swallows her whole.

Riddikulus Form: In the Riddikulus form, the Boggart would turn into a bunch of confetti on the floor, with more confetti raining down on her. 

Amortentia: Annika would smell like raspberries, mint, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, and...popcorn?

Amortentia: What does she smell? Currently unknown.

Patronus: If Annika were to produce a Patronus, her form would be a field mouse.

Patronus Memory: Her Patronus memory would be of the day she took the flying motorbike ride with Hagrid. It was the first real taste of freedom she had, after all--and the first time she realized how much she loved to fly.

Mirror of Erised: In the Mirror of Erised, Annika would see herself as a successful inventor, with goggles on and her tools at the ready. Whatever it was she was inventing in her reflection, she would never know, but the image held so much use to her. Magical engineering has always been her dream.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Wingardium Leviosa is her favourite. She loved to see things fly. She also likes to use Stupefy in a duel, Reparo on her books, Aguamenti just because, and Ascendio to feel that rush of flight without a broom. 

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Zheng Shuang

Voiceclaim: Stephanie Hsu

Height: 5’4”

Weight: She errs on the lighter side of the average weight of girls her age, but she’s not completely frail.

Physique: Slender and willowy

Eye Colour: dark brown

Hair Colour: black

Skin Tone: pale

Body Modifications: Pierced ears--Annika wears studded earrings (her favourite ones are the snowflake ones, by the way).

Scarring: N/A

Inventory: Annika always carries a few things from home and more if she needs them in a pinch. Some of the things she’d bring because of obvious reasons are three quills, two ink pots, several rolls of empty parchment, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, a locket with a picture of her family on their farm, a calligraphy brush, her Ravenclaw scarf, and a small wrench. 

Fashion: Annika’s actually very prim and proper when it comes to clothing, but she knows casual just as well. She loves wearing colourful pull-over sweaters in the fall, paired with jeans and black and white sneakers; in the winter it’s a sheep wool coat of a brown colour made from her family’s farm, with jeans and a pair of warm black boots; in the spring and summer it’s a t-shirt with a skirt and sandals. No, there’s no need to name colours here. After she made the Quidditch team, she could also be seen wearing her sports sweater once in a while.

ALLEGIANCES 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Affiliations/Organizations: Ravenclaw House, Hogwarts; Ravenclaw Quidditch team; TBD

Professions: Self-employed Inventor. She eventually founded a company of her own that geared toward incorporating magic in everyday Muggle items--safely, of course--and it flourished through the years.

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: O

Charms: O

DADA: E

Flying: O

Herbology: E

History of Magic: E

Potions: E

Transfiguration: O

Electives: Muggle Studies (O), Arithmancy (E), Ancient Runes (A), Care of Magical Creatures (E)

Quidditch: Ravenclaw Seeker (2nd year to the end of Hogwarts)

Extra Curricular: TBD

Favourite Professors: Professor Flitwick, Professor Slughorn

Least Favourite Professors: Professor Binns

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Frank Xue

Frank is an accomplished farmer who worked the land with his own parents throughout his life. Of course he got a fair education himself--he was homeschooled by his father until age 12, when he eventually went to public school. After he got his degree in agriculture and economics, he settled down on his own plot of land and continued to work on his crops.

Mother: Isla Xue (nee Zheng)

Isla was born a city girl, but eventually went with Frank to the country after she finished her degree in fine arts. She was raised with several siblings and so knew how to handle a family when the time came for it. She was kind but usually stern whenever someone stepped a toe out of line.

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: TBD

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dormmates: TBD

Pets: Annika brought a rat named Cici--a small white rat who likes to sleep a lot.

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest MC Friends: 

Henrietta “H.G.” Gray (@ljthebard1​)

Robin Llewelyn Isherwood (@cursebreakerfarrier​)

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Pre Hogwarts: 

Annika was born and raised in Changchun on her family’s farm. A Muggleborn with big dreams, she would often be found chasing butterflies and dragonflies around on the farm at a younger age.

When she grew older she began to help around with minor fixes to make the family’s life much easier--repairing leaks, sewing tears in blankets, screwing on loose bolts, those kinds of things.

She didn’t realize she had magical powers until she was 9 years old, when she made things float on her own will. This scared her.

It wasn’t until Mahoutokoro first sent her a letter that she knew she was a born witch. Hogwarts’ letter followed swiftly after, however, and she was torn between which to go to until Hagrid actually burst into her home telling her all about Hogwarts.

1st Year: 

Annika was Sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year.

Annika actually was considered to be Seeker for the team but she declined the offer.

2nd Year: 

Annika makes the Ravenclaw team as Seeker after a fair tryout.

3rd Year: TBD

4th Year: TBD

5th Year: TBD

6th Year: TBD

7th Year: TBD

Post-Hogwarts: 

Following her graduation, she began to work on inventing things at home, and two years later began to open her own magical engineering company.

PERSONALITY

Annika is flighty and high spirited. Enthusiastic around friends, she is actually quite shy when one first meets her, though.

She has a big compassionate heart and is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.

She doesn’t flaunt her intelligence as much as everyone expected her to. In fact, she keeps them to herself and only performs when needed.

Whenever trouble arises, she tries not to get involved. If it involves her friends, though, don’t be surprised to see her with a trick up her sleeve.

MISC

TBD

#all may subject to change #this is not finalized #my head hurts from this someone save mehhh #hpma annika xue #annika xue

[moonysfreckles]

Remus wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck and shoved his hands back into his pockets. “Bloody Mad-eye bloody Moody” he muttered bitterly under his breath. It was the third time that week Remus had turned up at the Order’s HQ, only to be told there was no new information and be sent home with the cheerful advice of ‘constant vigilance’. “Could just’ve bloody owled me, bastard” he grunted through his teeth before looking up from the slush under his boots and giving a strained smile to a young witch and her daughter who were walking in the opposite direction. The witch grimaced back at him as her daughter pulled harder on her arm - in the direction, Remus suspected, of Honeydukes. He had just made a stop there himself, picking up a huge slab of chocolate and wheedling a discount out of the elderly man behind the counter under the pretence of a pregnant wife. Sirius was neither pregnant, nor technically speaking, his wife, but Remus knew that coming home empty handed would likely result in a bollocking, considering the fact that Remus had accidentally woken him that morning when he’d tried to make toast and ended up exploding the toaster, resulting in a very hot and very smelly pile of burnt things in the kitchen.

Walking home through Hogsmeade was nostalgic and comforting. Despite the miserable sky above him, Remus could not help feeling warmed by the golden lights spilling out from almost every window. Each shop displayed an array of enticing curiosities; sweets, brooms, books and robes - the usual crowd - were intermingled with glittering metal objects, intricately carved wooden figures, and in one particularly unsettling window in Nocturn Ally, a large gilt mirror full of faces that appeared to be watching passersby intently. The cobble stones beneath Remus’ feet were shining with the leftovers of the previous night’s snow, making for a treacherous path. Luckily for Remus, many a drunken stagger home in the dark after a ‘quick drink in The Three Broomsticks’ meant he was well-versed in the ways of walking down these streets without falling arse over tit.

When he finally reached their front door, he grinned at the tatty wreath hanging on the door knocker. Lily had made it for them years ago, when he and Sirius had first moved in together. It was made up of sprigs of holly, some anaemic looking ivy and a butchered christmas tree, tied up with string that looked as though it had given up as it wove in and out of twigs, ribbons, tinsel and papiér maché sprouts. It was horrible and both Remus and Sirius loved it dearly.

Opening the door he was met with a wave of heat, as well as the strong aroma of gingerbread. “Pads? I’m back, I’ve bought you some chocolate and if you’re good I’ll let you eat some before dinner” he called from the hallway, kicking off his boots and attempting to remove his thick coat, which had become hopelessly entangled with his cardigan.

Sirius stuck his head out of the kitchen, cheerfully shouting “Piss off you wanker, we both know I’ll charm you into giving me all of it within an hour anyway, might as well give in now and save yourself the bother of pretending to be responsible. I’m baking, thought the sprog might like to decorate a gingerbread house when those terrible people we call friends come for lunch tomorrow, what do you reckon?”

Finally free of his wintery shackles, Remus pecked Sirius on the cheek and dropped the chocolate bar into his apron pocket, “I reckon he’d love it, and you’ll firmly cement yourself in history as the best godparent that ever walked the earth.”

“Come now Moony my dear, I couldn’t take that title from you, not after The Great 3rd Birthday Party of 1983-“

“Padfoot you know full well that Lils is still pissed with me about the stain on that carpet. Not even Molly Weasley’s Great grandmother’s cleaning charms have worked. Dorcas had to lend her that nasty rug for Christmas just so she could cover it up when her sister and that walrus she married came to visit - and then the sodding cat got fleas from it. I swear, I can’t even look at the floor in that house without Lily’s eye twitching at me from across the room.”

Sirius shook his head, smiling, and trotted merrily off back into the kitchen where some kind of whizzing, beeping, flour-covered havoc was being wreaked.

Hours later, they were dozing comfortably under a knitted blanket on the living room sofa, full of dinner and steeped in wine, the only light source the flickering of the TV and the soft glow of the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Bookshelves lined two out the the four walls, with photographs propped up haphazardly alongside handmade ornaments from Harry and vaguely obscene post-it notes from James. A saggy but sturdy brown armchair sat opposite the tree, with a small copper table covered in newspapers, bits of motorcycle, and more books. Remus remembered the day they decorated, everyone covered in bright orange paint mucking about to Lily’s Queen records with regular tea breaks and then rewarding themselves with fish and chips. “Must’ve been five years now” he mumbled into Sirius’ shoulder.

“Hmf?” Came the riveted reply, “Whats been five years?”

“Since we moved in here; straight of Hogwarts like a couple of stretched out toddlers with a tenner and a plan. I still have a crush on you, you know. I’d move in with you all over again, even though I know what a twat you are and that you’d steal my clothes when I’m not around. You look better in them anyway so I don’t mind really.”

“You’re awfully poetic for this time of night, have you been smoking something illegal and exciting?”

Remus laughed and nodded, “That’s right yeah, mock me when I’m being romantic.”

Sirius laughed too, squeezing Remus’ leg where his hand was resting on his thigh.

Someday I’ll marry that man, Remus thought. Someday.

#wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #james potter #marauders #peter pettigrew #headcanons #hp #christmas #cozy #hc #lily potter

[the-duke-of-deodorant]

So a writing prompt I was thinking of was a remile cafe au where Remy just walks into his normal Starbucks and like they got a new barista who is wearing a dress and oh god remys gay panicking and it's fluff because I'm soFT

I got this ask forever ago sorry it took me this long to write it- Prepare yourselves for gay-panicking androgynous Remy and genderfluid Emile ~

Thank you @stop-it-anxiety for beta reading!

Ships: Romantic Remile, references of platonic Sleepxiety

Warnings: Dating, references of homophobia, caffeine/drug addiction

Word count: 1669

POV: 3rd

Remy wore all black today, his signature jacket, a T-shirt that appeared a bit tighter than his normal ones, and a black skirt that reached a few inches above his knees- not enough to show anything unwanted but enough to make him feel confident matched with low-inch heels that slightly boosted his height and made small ticking sounds as we walked on the sidewalks. Behind his sunglasses, brown eyes were lined with black eyeliner, the only makeup he had enough practice in to actually look good, though it was hard to tell it was on behind shades. Of course this came with a few stares, but they were easily blocked out. Music in his headphones muted the sounds of chatter and general sounds of the city. Virgil had got him addicted to the Danger Days of MCR, which was much more pleasant to listen to than random people’s conversations and footsteps, not that his own weren’t mixed in with it.

This was his daily routine. 7:30 AM, the nearest Starbucks was five minutes away in a normal 15-minute walk. His class didn’t start until 9:30, which was plenty of time to walk to Starbucks and back and possibly spend some time at the shop with the known friends he made going there every day.

Once he entered the shop he set his back down in his normal spot and wrapped his headphones around his phone so he could interact with the normal workers and get his coffee. Only the one at the register wasn’t a normal worker, and the only one working the register on a slow morning, of course. From a distance, the man looked about as tall as him, with brown hair brushed over his forehead and pink glasses framing his eyes. Underneath the green apron was a brown dress reaching past the counter where he couldn’t see, and he could see a collection of Disney themed hot-topic pins pinned to his apron next to his nametag. He was talking to a customer, not noticing Remy was still staring from his normal table, and that’s when it hit him. You know if you want coffee, you have to talk to him, right?

Remy’s face started to turn red. Talking to the workers here wasn’t a problem. It wasn’t that, but talking to him. A completely new worker, at least, one that he’s never seen here before, that dressed like a strangely attractive gay teacher with a Disney obsession. Age wasn’t a problem, they were both college-age and working at separate coffee shops trying to get some cash. He’s seen him around campus before only walking by on the streets, but he blended enough to where conversation wasn’t needed. He never knew his name. If this went well, that could change. He just needed to get his coffee and get out to recover. Without stuttering, hopefully. Maybe he could learn his name.

Mentally scripting the interaction, he finally gathered the courage to step in line behind only one person, much less time to prepare than he had hoped for. He had his order memorized, but should he try and make a conversation? Compliment his dress or the unique pins? He was able to talk to every other worker just fine, but this was different. How exactly? No idea. But this was different.

The customer in front of him moved, leaving barely three feet between Remy and the barista. The worker moved to a few of the machines to make the drink, buying him a few extra seconds of stalling. Up close he could see details, his black stud earrings and glitter in his glasses, and chipped brown nail polish on his hands. The dress stopped at his knees with soft-looking black leggings underneath and sneakers. Remy made an effort not to stare, knowing what it was like when people saw him wearing short skirts in public, but he wasn’t trying to judge. It looked really nice on him.

Remy froze when the barista turned back to him. Up close he finally saw the nametag, Emile, written in cartoonish handwriting with a star dotting the i and a few stars scribbled around it. He moved his eyes from the pins to his face, where he was supposed to be looking. He had been quiet too long, and didn’t hear whatever it was Emile said to him when he first turned. “...Are you alright?” Another silence. “I need your order.”

“Right- I… I like your dress. A-And your buttons.” That was not in his mental script. Not the first thing he planned on saying to him, anyway. Emile smiled despite Remy’s stuttering and returned the compliment, and after a deep breath Remy finally got his order and left, not staying after and hanging out with his friends like he had first planned. But he now had a coffee and a lot to think about before coming in the next day. Maybe he would see him again. If he did, he could have a second chance to make an impression and possibly befriend the new worker, maybe even more if it really went well. The caffeine in his drink was starting to calm him down. Tomorrow he would try again.

_____

Emile dressed masculine the next day, wearing a soft brown sweater matched with a pink tie hidden underneath his apron. Remy took his place at his normal table, sliding his headphones back into his bag without losing any of the confidence he gained on the walk down. On a weekend, the shop was a bit more crowded, and Emile wasn’t the only one working with the register and making the drinks. Still, he would put effort into talking to him again. He knew the other workers well, so maybe he could get one of them to set them up together? They’ve only talked once, and that one time was him trying to compliment his outfit and order a coffee. Trying to, anyway. Finally he stepped into the line with Emile on the other side.

The first part was routine. The line died down, and Remy ordered his normal drink and gave him a good tip after paying. He slid out of the way for the next customer to walk up as Emile started working on his drink while he waited at the counter preparing his words.

“Coffee for Remy-“

“Emile, I’m really sorry about yesterday.” Picani stopped, turning back to Remy behind the counter. “I believe I didn’t make the good first impression I wanted to yesterday. I guess I’m kind of a regular here and most of the workers know me well. You seem really cool, I thought I would get to know you as well.” Remy was smiling, leaning against the counter next to his drink and talking to Emile with genuine confidence, unscripted. Emile saw his small smile, the faint outline of his eyes behind sunglasses, and almost fell in love at second sight.

“Can you meet me here at 10:30?” Remy’s smile was brighter with his success, as he pushed himself off the counter and went to grab his drink. Emile gestured over to the table with Remy’s bag. “That table there. Coffee on me.”

“You don’t have to pay-”

“It’s fine. Trust me.” Remy turned and grabbed his backpack from the table and made his way out in the smoothest way he thought possible and trying to hide his smile until he made it out of the building.

_____

On Remy’s claimed table there was two of his favorite drinks, and Emile’s backpack on the seat to officially claim the spot as he worked. His shift ended at 10:30, now less than 10 minutes away. He had everything prepared. Two of Remy’s drinks ready on his table, and Picani’s own freshly made hot chocolate hidden behind one of the machines for later. All of this, if he decided to show up at least. Remy was the one to ask him in the first place, technically, but he never technically agreed when Emile asked him out today? Was this even considered a date? He had no idea if Remy was even straight, but he definitely didn’t look like it. He’s never seen a straight man confidently wear a short skirt in public before. He remembers the pride pins in Remy’s bag. Yeah, definitely not straight. He might have a chance.

Remy had changed his outfit since that morning. He dressed feminine again, wearing his black heeled shoes and eye liner behind his sunglasses. With his leather jacket he wore a red flannel tied around his waist, something that looked feminine and felt like a skirt and matched the fall mood, even if he was unsure it matched the jacket. It just felt right.

When he walked in Picani was finishing the last of his work, and turned to his table to wait for him to finish. All the drinks were ready. Two of the same drinks he ordered each time, and in the other seat Picani’s bag, littered with the same Disney pins he had in his apron. Picani had noticed him walk in, but pretended not to as he was working. It took less than a minute for him to come over with his own drink and sit across from him.

“Are these both mine?”

“Yeah. I don’t usually drink coffee and I knew you wouldn’t be against having two.”

“Oh yeah? Then what do you have?”

“Hot chocolate.” Remy smiled at the innocence. Not that drinking hot chocolate really made him innocent but he was lucky not to be addicted like he was. Picani waited a second before speaking again. “...Is this a date?” Remy perked up. “It- It doesn’t have to be if you’re uncomfortable with it. I don’t think you really like me like that and you just want to be friends-”

“No. I do. I thought it would be the other way around.”

“So… you do? I guess this is a date then.”

“I guess it is.”

*I forgot how Starbucks worked for a second and I’m too lazy to go back and fix it*

Taglist: @winterrs-child @remusthedukeofdeodorant @thecatchat @stop-it-anxiety

#remile #thomas sanders #ts remile #remy sanders #ts emile

[boozybaker]

I did Another Experiment. Though no pictures this time unfortunately. 

I made three cookie dough batters and 5 different types of cookies!

I used This Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe and altered it a wee bit: https://www.crazyforcrust.com/best-chocolate-chip-cookie-recipe/

I made the dough and divided it by half based on the weight. I used 2/3rds of a cup of both mini chocolate chip cookies and the m&m candies. The mini chocolate chips I would not recommend. They cooked a lot quicker than the others AND the chocolate to dough ratio was way off.

But the m&m’s where amazing! I added 3 additional ones on the top of each cookie for that Special Cookie Look and it was AMAZING. I highly recommend!

The other one was this Sugar Dough Swirl recipe: https://www.crazyforcrust.com/spiral-cookies/

I have to admit that I DID play with the recipe a bit by adding 3 teaspoons of rum.  These cookies where very sweet and Very Melty. The dough spread out when it was heated but it could be due to several Key Factors. One: I did not freeze the dough enough. Two: I cut the slices of dough too wide. Three: I did not add enough flour to counteract the additional liquid. I shall try to fix it and get back to everyone.

The final recipe was this Chocolate Pinwheel recipe: https://www.bunsenburnerbakery.com/grandmothers-pinwheel-cookies/

Again I halved each half of the dough to create a Mint Chocolate Swirl and a regular Chocolate Swirl Recipe. For the Mint I used an additional 2 teaspoons of Mint to the dough. I liked the more subtle hint of mint though the Husband said the mint was too strong for his taste. I also dyed it green so as to not get a surprised hit of mint, haha. 

Would I change things? Definitely. Do I regret anything? Never.

#cookies #boozycookies #baking #nophotos

[kronos-the-timelord]

Lmao 1-100! Or maybe just 10 of your choice if that’s too many!

!!!!! thank,, sorry this took so long to answer,, i got school work and normal work

no I’m answering all of them bc ily

Spotify!! i got the student discount thingy

it’s messy, but i want to clean it 0n0

brown

yeah! it’s a family name (i had the same name as my great grandma, wasn’t name after her, it just happened)

been in a relationship for 1 and a half yrs, hes in England right now for school tho ;-;

extroverted introvert

brown! its got natural highlights of red and blonde tho so a lot of ppl ask if i got it dyed if im in different lighting

dark grey subaru crosstrek!! her names inko!!

the mall mostly,,, like american eagle and target

????? leggings???? and then I Could Murder You With A Single Look

tungl,,,, and i’ve been a twitter a little more (kronos-the-timelord if you’re interested in my what my 13 tweets are)

queen

yeah, and older brother,,,, he’s a lameo

Denver, Colorado or Pigeon Forge, Tennessee,,, its really pretty both places (i almost ended up going to college in denver)

i like the fall leaves ones

i;ve been using a lot of jeffery star eyeshadow and i have a few of his lipsticks but i also really like elf!

6-7,, i don’t like to feel gross

project runway

depends on the brand, but im generally an 11

5′6′’

SNEAKERS SNEAKERS SNEAKERS

HAHAHAH

going to a museum/park/zoo and then getting ice cream and cuddles

i dont carry cash

i was wearing grey and orange with gold polka dots before I took a shower

6 pillows and 6 blankets and then i have 3 plushies (the blankets count as pillows bc i say so)

yeah, i work at bath and body works and then sometimes i ‘volunteer’ (its nonprofit but i still get paid) at a bingo hall sometimes

i have some really close ones, but then i also have some from college or elsewhere that i don’t know too well but i still like being around

ummmmmmmm,,,, my memory is kinda shit so i dont really remember

while looking at my 30 unburned candles in my room, i think its just generally scents associated with the fall

Vladimir, Matthew, and Lucas 

Sophia, jeanette, Sephia

Chris hemsworth/evans and Tom holland,,, I can’t pick a favorite out of these boys!!

Tessa Thompson/Lupita Nyong'o/Letitia Wright/Danai Gurira i love them!! they’re so great!!

umm, i can’t really think of one off the top of my head

i, really into Song of the Sea right now, but i really love any studio ghibli movie!!

i love reading! i love rick riordan series and the recivere of many series by @therkalexander !! she’s working on her new book right now and im so excited

why not both?????

maggie, dipshit, maggie moo, you know the normal ones, for a while my friends called me parky

once beside regular check ups, but i’ve been a hospital many times for other ppl and a shadowed my aunt for a day in 1st grade

I was an Island, SLUT, here, video games, you should see me in a crown, bury a friend, youngblood, blame, the dismemberment song, africa (covered by nsp)

yeah, sertraline, it’s for my pmdd

oily-normal

snakes

zero, but that might change (probably not)

its really short right now so whatever it looks like when i roll out of bed but when it was longer i would put in a bun

its a two story with 3 bedrooms

my mom

my mom and i yell ‘you’re amazing/sweet/wonderful/etc’ at eachother a lot

lol

i don;t remeber but my brother told his entire 1st grade class that he wasn’t real

i like teslas but i would take my subararu with me anywhere bc i love her

i hate the smell of it and not the biggest fan either

yep, nursing

an obstetric nurse! ive been telling ppl that since i was 3

i currently live in the suburban area (i can see downtown from my porch) and i like it here, its kind close to everything i need

why wouldn’t you??

yeah! i love them

i try

41

nope

HELL YEAH

wendy’s has better quality chicken but sometimes you just need those nasty bois

i dont really use too many now but if i had to get one bbq

a big tshirt or hoodie

 i got 3rd place in one in 2nd grade (it was a super small one tho that was only for the 2nd graders at my school)

drawing, reading, writing, sleeping

i like to think that i can

i did for 3 years but then i realized i was terrible at it

does my high school’s band count?

tea 

Starbucks but i like a good donut now and then

yeah

(ill go with boyf bc i got one) L K

idk, i like my last name

darker colors, but a bright pink looks nice too

@keencheckerboard @memeathon @vendingturtle ;n;

gotta be closed

yeah, enough weird stuff has happened to me and my mom that i just have to at this point

slow walkers

my mom

always down for mint chocolate chip

if it aint double stuff it doesn;t belong in my house

rainbow sprinkles bc its more fun

a 2XL sleep shirt

space!

an odd combo of both

!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!!!!!!

yeah, but i dont like that one of them is letting a guy on house arrest stay at his place, like i  get it, but i just get bad vibes from the guy

morning and night bc im oily

no

no

a frosty

“And when the earth is trembling on some new beginnin’With the same sweet shock of when Adam first came”

winter

night

dark chocolate

october and november

libra

i think my mom??? but i hate crying in front of ppl

#thank #you so kind

[sae-bae-ran]

Too much fluff never hurt nobody! ^^ I’m doing okay, thanks for asking! I hope you are as well! It’s so much fun writing the requests people send in! Enjoy this one, too!

Masterlist || Ko-fi

RFA + Saeran accidentally tripping and falling onto MC

Zen

Zen knows he shouldn’t be doing this, especially at midnight when you’re long asleep. It’s bad for his health and now that you’re a part of his life, he wants to be a better man for you.

He flicks the filter one last time. With a quiet determination in his steps, he walks into the dark kitchen and heads straight to the trash bin. He’s gonna throw away that pack of cigarettes along with the lighter and his smoking habit. And this time - for good.

His eyes haven’t yes adjusted to the darkness of the room, so he’s not exactly surprised when he stubs his toe on what he thinks is one of the chairs. Trying hard not to lose his balance, he bumps into something that is not supposed to be there. A second later he’s on the ground, but it’s surprisingly soft.

“Ouch!”

“Babe? Babe!” As soon as he realizes what’s happened, he goes into full panic mode. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, babe! I didn’t know you were here!”

One of your hands finds his face and you cup his cheek. “Zen, honey. Could you please move your elbow out of my rib cage? It’s kind of uncomfortable.” Your voice is calm. You’re not hurt badly and if it wasn’t for the way his body was situated over yours, you’d actually be laughing at the whole ordeal.

"Oh, God. Babe, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt? Where exactly does it hurt? Show me.”

A mischievous smile makes its way on your face. “If I show you where it hurts, will you kiss it better?” Zen’s more than happy to comply.

Yoosung

He wasn’t sure you’d agree to this, but seeing how you haven’t spent even a second away from the two fluffy balls of happiness in the last couple of hours, he sighs in relief. He wonders why he doubted you’d let them stay with you two in the first place. Your compassion for animals is one of the things he loved about you the most.

The winter this year is harsh. Snowstorms have become the usual weather forecast for the next day. It is hard for Yoosung to just get to the clinic, but it is now that his skills are needed the most, and he would never turn his back on anyone in need.

Your apartment isn’t very spacious, but you two still managed to squeeze in whatever the two kitties need. With their mother dead, it didn’t seem like they’d survive another day, yet here they are despite all odds.

It’s time for the kitties to have their dinner, so Yoosung goes to warm some milk in the kitchen and as soon as he’s done, he heads back to feed them. Distracted by the bright smile plastered on your face, he doesn’t notice one of the toys you got for the kitties and steps on it. Next thing he knows, he’s lost balance and is falling down, the bottle of milk flying out of his hands, up in the air, and heading down to hit you.

“MC! Watch out!” He manages to warn you, but it’s too late. He watches helplessly from the floor as the bottle hits your shoulder and you close your eyes tightly in pain.

He spends the next 10 minutes apologizing, but you reassure him it doesn’t hurt that much. Still, he feels bad you were hurt because of him.

You two spend the night cuddling, Yoosung occasionally giving your shoulder tender kisses. The kitties fall asleep in your lap, and soon, you two follow suit.

Jaehee

Flour, sugar, chocolate... Check. Vanilla? Arrives tomorrow. Arabica coffee beans? Check. Robusta coffee beans? Ah, just arrived. Jaehee puts down her clipboard. Her mind craves some much-needed rest and her body doesn’t feel any different. She’s pretty much relying on adrenaline and caffeine to do things at the moment, her mantra, “just a little longer”, playing on repeat in her head.

The storage room isn’t tiny, but it’s not big either. As much as she doesn’t want to make any last-minute changes, she knows she has to. Don’t leave today’s work for tomorrow!

She slides the paperboard box labeled “chocolate” towards her, careful not to bump it into anything and create more work for herself. It’s a bit heavy, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. She picks it up and turns around to exit the room, but misjudges just how tired she is. She loses balance and starts falling forward, the door right in front of her face.

You say goodbye to the delivery guy as you hand him a generous tip. His subtle humor and endless optimism have been a nice distraction from everything you and Jaehee have been going through lately. It was opening week for your cafe and you wanted everything to go smoothly.

As you head inside, you wonder how Jaehee’s doing. Last time you saw her, she was still in the storage room, so you head to it hoping you could help her wrap things up for today.

As you open the door, you hear a loud yelp from the other side of it. Next thing you now, a big box with the label “chocolate” on it is falling towards your head. You move your hands to protect your face just in time, but you still lose balance and fall on the floor.

“MC? MC! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” The ringing in your ears quiets down and you feel safe enough to move your hands and let them rest by your side. You open your eyes to the sight of a very worried Jaehee. “Ah, this must be heaven, because I’m definitely seeing an angel right now.”

“MC, be serious.” She tries to be serious, too, but you can tell your joke didn’t go unnoticed by the faint smile that appears for a fraction of the second on her face. “I’m worried. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, MC. Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You take her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. “I’m okay. Are you? What happened there?” Jaehee is silent, and you’re quick to understand what caused all of this. “You know, now that the chocolate is out of the box anyway, it would be a shame not to have some, don’t you agree?” You spend the next half an hour on the floor - eating chocolate and talking about nothing in particular.

Jumin

Jumin never thought there would be another person on this planet who’d love Elizabeth the 3rd as much as he does. Yet here you are, proving him wrong.

Elizabeth’s toys are all around you. Your glass of wine long forgotten, you prefer to spend some time playing with this gorgeous creature. By now, you’ve all but become an expert on her and her habits. You know what her favorite toys are, where she likes to be petted, and where she doesn’t.

Jumin sits on the couch, an empty glass in his hand. He’s looking at you. The genuine smile on his face feels like the most natural thing to him. Ever since he met you, he’s noticed that smiles find their way on his face a lot more often. He feels excited for what’s to come, because for the first time in his life, he can’t predict it. At the same time, he’s at peace, because he feels he’s found exactly where he belongs. It’s a strange feeling, but one he doesn’t mind at all.

He gets up to leave his glass on the table and join you and Elizabeth on the floor. As he does so, he miscalculates his step and trips over the edge of the carpet. He can see your face turning to look at him and your eyes widening in horror as they notice the glass in his hand.

It’s true what they say, he thinks. When you have to protect the one you love the most, time seems to slow down and you move instinctively. As he’s falling down, he gains control of his right hand and manages to throw the glass away from you.

He still falls on you, but that’s a million times better than what could have happened had he not dealt with the glass the way he did. He lifts his head to look at you. “Are you hurt anywhere, love? Are you okay?”

“JUMIN! That was awesome! How... WOW! How did you do this?” A relieved sigh escapes his lips. He moves closer to place a quick peck on your forehead. “I love you. But I now what you’re going to say and I’m not doing this again.”

707 // Luciel // Saeyoung

Saeyoung never really thought about dancing. He never had the luxury to, anyway. It all changed the night you brought your favorite game to his house.

He was reluctant at first, but your cute face with that cute pout on it quickly convinced him to give it a try. You’d found his weakness and by the looks of it, you were willing to exploit it whenever you really wanted something. Not that he minded all to much, though. It was a win-win situation anyway. You were just too adorable.

It’s been months since you’ve turned playing “Just Dance’ once a week into a regular thing. You have the advantage of years of experience playing it, but Saeyoung is a quick learner, so the gap between your skills is all but gone at this point.

You’re in the middle of a particularly exhausting dance when he feels he can’t dance any longer. He had way too much Honey Buddha Chips today and he feels heavy. His legs are barely able to do what his brain tells them to and his arms aren’t doing any better. The look of pure joy on your face gives him the much-needed strength to dance through this song, so he doesn’t give up.

He’s good at memorizing and following patterns, so he knows he has to make a right turn in just a couple of seconds even without paying attention to the music. As he does so, his right leg refuses to move causing the left one to bump into his right ankle. He starts to frantically move his hands around, hoping this would help him keep his balance, but it’s too late. He’s falling. He tripped over his own feet.

You’re immersed in the song and following the moves you see on the screen, but you manage to catch Saeyoung’s uncharacteristic movements out of the corner of your eye. You turn around just in time and spread your arms wide, catching him in the midst of his fall. Still, he’s heavier than you, so your relief doesn’t last long.

You fall on your bum with Saeyoung in your hands. You aren’t hurt, but you’re concerned about your boyfriend. He lifts his head from your lap, a worried look on his face. “Honey, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Ah, I’m so sorry...”

He doesn’t seem to be hurt, either, so you sigh in relief. You’re definitely gonna lecture him about eating too much chips later, but for now you settle on teasing him. “What was that, cutie? Are you falling for me? Ahh, I’ll have you know, I have a boyfriend.” Oh, you are too cute. He admits defeat without second thought.

Unknown // Ray // Saeran

Having your own big flower garden was a dream come true for both you and Saeran. You’d never seen him so focused as when he was working on the design of this place. He would always snuggle close to you on the front porch swing, one hand holding yours, the other - the sketchbook with all his dreams of what this place would become.

It’s a warm spring day and Saeran’s out in the garden earlier than usual. The sight of him in comfortable sweatpants and a plain white shirt makes your chest swell with warmth, happiness, and love for this man. You look at him and you feel like you’re home.

As much as he’s excited about the garden, he’d want nothing more but to share this emotion with you. He has a thousand pictures of you on his phone, but he wants to take even more today. You always look beautiful in his eyes, but whenever you’re holding a flower, he’s sure you’re an angel.

There are flower pots all over the front porch and the stairs to it. Someone might trip over them, so he goes to move them before anything bad happens.

As he climbs the stairs, he takes one pot on his way, but miscalculates his next step and trips over the last stair. You open the front door at the same time he loses control of his body and the last thing he sees before he falls on his knees is the pot in his hand falling on your feet.

He’s quick to get back up and run to you. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry, my love! Does it hurt? Let’s get back inside.” It doesn’t hurt much and you are sure you can move on your own, but Saeran wordlessly disagrees with you. He takes your hand to put it around his shoulders and lifts you up bridal style.

You can see the worry etched on his face, so you decide to lighten the mood a bit. “Honey, you manage to sweep me off my feet every day!” His cheeks turn pink and the sight is more beautiful than any flower garden you’ll ever see.

V

Ah, it’s past midnight again. As much as he tries to get to bed at a reasonable hour, he can’t deny that he works better when it’s dark outside. There’s something about the city at night that fills him with inspiration and he often finds his hands moving on the canvas almost on their own, guided by the emotions in his heart.

Still, he misses your presence, so he leaves the atelier to take a quick shower and join you in bed. Looking at your sleeping face never fails to help him find peace in his heart and he often falls asleep simply by looking at your small form in his warm embrace.

He gets out of the shower, but doesn’t turn any lights on. The moon is bright tonight, so he can pretty much find his way to the bedroom on his own. He’s also a bit selfish, he admits to himself, because he doesn’t want to wake you up.

He has just one more stop to make before he goes to bed. He heads to the kitchen to get some water, but as soon as he steps on the kitchen tiles, he slips.

He’s suddenly taken back to the 6th grade when he tried ice skating for the first and last time. He feels like a helpless fawn trying to keep his balance, but he fails. He falls forward, but someone grabs on to him. Still, this proves to be unnecessary as both people fall.

“V!”

“MC? Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here. Are you hurt?” You fell pretty hard on your bum, but it wasn’t anything too painful. “I’m okay. Are you? I.. I was pretty hungry, so I came here to grab something to eat.” As if on cue, your tummy lets out a faint growl and V chuckles. “Care to share your snack with me?”

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