#i made lemonade {general thirst}

[mochinomnoms]

Hi! I saw your hanahaki flower event and got interested by it. I was wondering if you can do prompt #18 with azul and a gender neutral reader please?

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, slight angst, miscommunication [wc} – 4,442 prompt 18: “Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.” note - ending is a bit weak cause it got a bit long. anyways i love my octomer still firmly believe azul deserves to get bitches and eat good food a floral inconvenience

Lavender: while best known for its herbal properties, lavender can also symbolize devotion to a person. You should give lavender to a person you see as pure and virtuous. 

You stared at the array of purple colored drinks, sweets, and other treats laid out on the table in front of you. 

To your left, several plates of candied lavender, a slice of honey lavender cake, and a grape lavender sorbet begged for your attention. On your right, an iced lavender vanilla latte, lavender lemonade, and a lavender spritzer looked ideal to quench your thirst. In the middle, directly in front of you, was the latest dish you were asked to taste test. 

A beautiful Swiss chard, candied beet and goat cheese salad tossed in a honey-lavender dressing made your mouth water as the Mostro Lounge manager himself sat at his desk, watching you on the two-seater couch.  

“Well? Go on. I made them all myself.” Azul gestured to the salad with a smug smirk, clearly pleased at your excitement. “Time is of the essence, the spring menu is due to release next week.”

 “Oh! Yeah, right.” 

You picked up a fork and pierced a beet and chard, generously covered in the dressing and goat cheese. Bringing the food up to your mouth, Azul raised his brows tentatively, watching as you opened wide, and just before you took a bite—

“Are you sure Jade didn’t put anything in this—”

“I promise, I made this all myself.”

“Okay.” You opened your mouth and raised your fork again…before bringing it down again. 

“You sure—”

“Positive! Just. Eat. It.” Azul sighed exasperatedly. “I beg—and I don’t beg.”

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled, finally taking a bite of the salad. 

A burst of sweet, woodsy and fresh flavor covered your tongue. Pleasant, succulent, and slightly sticky, you hummed in delight at the taste of the salad and dressing. You smiled at Azul, who rested his chin on his clasped hands. You couldn’t see his mouth from behind his hands, but you think he was smiling back at you. 

“Azul! This tastes wonderful! Even better than the candies and tarts, oh my gosh!” You gushed as you took another bite of the salad, oblivious to the soft, periwinkle blush on the octomer’s cheeks. 

“Try it with the lemonade, it pairs well.”

Nodding your head, you reached over to take a sip of the drink, a sprig of lavender embellishing the top. Humming again from the pleasant tang of the lemon and sweetness of the flower, you beamed at Azul. 

“You’re so right! And with all the lavender as garnishes, it’s definitely screaming springtime!” 

Whipping out your phone, you started to text, talking as you did. “It’s definitely gonna be a hit on Magicam, I bet I can get Cater to come and—”

“No! Uh,” Azul raised his voice, startling you, before clearing his throat and continuing, “you need to try the rest first!”

“Oh, for sure, but Cater can probably give you free advertising or something—”

In a small panic, seeing the chattery ginger’s profile and your thumb hovering over the DM button, Azul quickly rushed to you. He reached over to swipe the phone out of your hands while simultaneously shoving a spoonful of the grape lavender sorbet. 

“Nonsense! I can handle my own advertising!” Azul chuckled nervously, “Now tell me, how does that one taste? Refreshing, yes?”

You choked on cold sweetness, a brief knock at the door drawing both of your attention as the door opened before you could respond. 

Jade entered the Azul’s office, pausing at the scene before him. Azul hovering, practically on top, of you with a silver spoon shoved into your mouth. Jade blinked once before giving you both a small smile, tilting his head. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude on such a scene, I’ll come back later—”

“Don’t imply anything, Jade!” Azul briskly added some distance between you two, smoothing his ruffled suit. 

You on the other hand, spoon now hanging freely from your mouth, gave Jade a wave and gave him a muffled, “Hi Jade, the sorbets good.”

Jade chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Is it? How wonderful, Azul’s been working particularly hard to make sure everything was to your liking—”

Azul cleared his throat, giving Jade a less than amused glare.

“What is it, Jade?” He sighed, adjusting his glasses. “You know I was to not be interrupted for the next hour.”

Jade bowed his head, still smiling as he apologized. 

“Pardon my interruption, but it has actually been an hour and a half, and your next appointment is here.” 

“What?” Azul looked at the wall clock with a confused expression, groaning as he saw the minute mark was indeed showing it was half past 3. 

“Let my appointment know that I will be with them shortly, my dear?” Azul gave you an apologetic smile, bringing out a handkerchief from his vest and offering it to you. 

“Here, I’m sorry to cut our time so abruptly. You still owe me your commentary on the free dishes, so make sure to leave your Saturday afternoon open.”

Rolling your eyes, you wiped your lips as you snarkily replied, “I owe you? Didn’t you ask me for my input on the dishes?” 

“The free dishes, yes. Does 5 pm sound good?”

You hummed in affirmation, handing back the lilac fabric which Azul accepted. A sound of surprise left you as Azul dabbed the corner of your mouth, where a bit of the sorbet still remained. 

The octomer wasn’t known for casual touches, rather he seemed adverse to them. It surprised you how easily those brush of hands and bodies leaning closer to each other came despite this. You suppose it just came naturally after months of study ‘dates’, shared lounge shifts, and late night talks.  

Avoiding eye contact, Azul tenderly grabbed your hand and placed the handkerchief back in your hand. His hands clasped around your own, making your fingers grasp the fabric before pushing it to your chest. 

“Keep it for now, it’s dirty anyways.” Azul muttered, snatching his hands back as if you’d burned him. “You can return it cleaned this weekend.” 

Nodding your head, you chose to ignore the sudden shift in mood, though it hurt your chest. Instead, you gave Azul a warm smile as he turned his back to you as he cleaned.

“Mkay…I’ll see you later, Azul. Byeee~” You wagged your fingers to the still turned Azul, though you could see the tips of his ears turn light purple. Your eyes stayed on his form until Jade closed the door, in which you followed the teal-haired man out of the VIP halls to the rest of the lounge. 

Following Jade through the corridors, you mused out loud, “I wonder if he knows…”

“Knows what, Prefect?”

You jumped slightly, startled as you remembered that you weren’t alone.’

“Fuck! I forgot you were here, you’re so quiet Jade, what the hell?”

Jade chuckled, looking down at you as he slowed his pace to walk side by side. “I apologize, but I was simply asking for clarification, who knows what?”

It took you a moment to process that you’d been speaking out loud, exclaiming, “Oh! Sorry I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower. Yaknow, cause of all the lavender flavored stuff…”

You shrugged, aware of the mischievous glimmer in the golden eye studying your form. 

“Probably not though, it’s a popular spring flavor. Not gonna complain about a coincidence though!” 

Jade hummed, “Yes, a very pleasant coincidence.”

The rest of the walk was pleasant and relatively quiet as you filled the silence by humming a tune Azul had taught you for musicology. You arrived shortly to the lounge, waving at Floyd through the kitchen door window. Floyd waved enthusiastically back, ladle in hand. 

Before you could walk off to the exit, Jade grabbed your shoulder, leaning down to ask, “Prefect, would you like to meet me in the library? My shift will end soon, and I’ll be studying for a botany exam. I’d enjoy the company.”

You shrugged and nodded. “Sure, Cater’s gonna meet me and drop off Grim there in a bit anyways.”

“Wonderful, I’ll see you shortly!” Jade waved you off, turning back to the host stand as you left the lounge to the Octavinelle entrance. 

A pass through the mirror and a short walk, you soon found yourself at the entrance to the library. There you saw the familiar head of ginger cradling a sleeping Grim in his arms!

“Cater!” you whisper shouted, grinning and waving your hand excitedly. 

“Hey babes!” Cater greeted you, giving you a soft smile and wink. “How’d the date go? Gimme all the deets!”

You scoffed, scratching between Grim’s ears as the little familiar sleepily mumbled, “Wasn’t a date, I was taste testing for Azul.”

“Uh-huh, just a private taste-testing between you and the Octavinelle housewarden?” Cater cooed, handing you Grim. “Then why’d you have me take Grimmy and get him all stuffed and tuckered out at the unbirthday party, hmm?” 

“He said he made it specifically for me to taste! Grim would’ve eaten it all otherwise…” you pouted, squinting at Cater as he shrugged and gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Whatever you say babe, but like, Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.”

“He is getting something!” You huffed as the two of you entered into the library, following your upperclassman as he plucked books for your alchemy class and he for potion making. 

“He’s getting my valuable input before announcing his spring menu!”

Cater gave you another wink before drawling, “Sureeeee, whatevs you say babe! Just don't be surprised by the wedding bells in the near future, I better be the man of honor!”

You two bickered for a bit longer, you more so than Cater, who was content teasing you. Once you both had grabbed the materials needed for class, you searched for a table to get settled before Grim eventually woke back up and begged to get dinner. 

 A familiar shade of teal caught your eye as you remembered Jade’s invitation to study. 

“Ah! I forgot I was gonna meet Jade and study with him!” You waved at Cater, who followed suite, walking over to the eelmer. “Text me later, I’ll try and see if I can’t convince Azul to let you get exclusive pics of the spring menu!”

“Kayyyy, I’m sure you’ll convince your little boyfriend easily enough with a few smooches.” Adding insult to injury, Cater blew you a kiss. “Just pucker them up and boys will melt like putty, trust me I know!”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored your friend’s giggles in favor of greeting Jade with a quiet hello. 

“Hey Jade, how’s the studying going?”

Yellow and olive eyes met your own as Jade smiled back, nodding his head politely. “Well. I finished my own work a while ago, so I’ve been browsing some journals on magical flora and diseases.”

Jade gestured to the array of books on the table. Sure enough, the books were labeled as magical pharmaceuticals and botany. You settled Grim on one of the spare chairs and placed your own books on a spare spot on the table. As Jade read a page on the medical benefits of a tentacle looking mushroom, you peered curiously at the other books. 

You read the page of one of the books Jade had out, labeled ‘hanahaki’. 

“What’s this?”

“Hmm? Oh.” Jade gave you a soft smile, though his eyes glimmered with mischief. 

“That. I was simply researching it as a favor for a friend.”

“A favor? From you? Riiight.”

Jade pouted, giving you a sad look. “Why do you doubt my kind-hearted nature?” He continued giving you faux sniffles and wiping the corner of his eyes. When you first started hanging around him and his brother, it took you a while to figure out that Jade liked to tease your soft-hearted nature. He said it was to toughen you up for life in the cold, merciless waters under the sea that you’d eventually call home.

Whatever that means.  

“Am I not allowed to simply do something out of the kindness of my heart?”

You stuck your tongue out before replying, “Are you doing this out of the ‘kindness’ of your heart, or cause you want something out of it?”

“Hmm, both?”

Jade winked as you stifled a giggle. 

“Sure, both are good…who’s it for anyways?”

Jade held a finger up to his mouth. A secret that he was not privy to share. Despite you leaning in with an expectant look, Jade remained silent, giving you a closed eye smile. Shrugging you looked at the page the book was open to. 

“Flower sickness?”

“Yes, a gift from the Flower Bride, it causes the afflicted’s romantic feelings to physically manifest into their beloved’s favorite flora. Typically through flu-like symptoms.”

You winced as you reached up to rub your throat. “Like, coughing up roses? Sounds like a pain.”

“It can be, most find it inconvenient, as it tends to trouble those that repress their feelings. Especially those that would rather deny or remain oblivious to them.”

“Is it normal here?” 

Jade pursed his lips, looking as if he was in deep thought before responding, “Only for the emotionally unavailable sort.”

Snapping a finger at him you cheekily replied, “So it is then?”

The two of you shared a laugh before resuming your browsing, Jade now leaning over to read the article with you, thumbing the pages as you read out loud.

“Most recognized symptoms include coughing petals, flowers, and even bouquets in the occurrence of strong feelings. However, sneezing the previously mentioned symptoms is also common.”

“Ah, here.” Jade slid his finger along the paragraph below. “More severe cases can include the patient sprouting flora from their pores, ears, and hair follicles. How interesting.”

You clicked your tongue. “Sounds annoying, ooh wait! ‘Common Flora’!”

Listing off the flowers from the second page, you were blissfully unaware of the entertained expression on the twin’s face. 

“Let’s see, roses, makes sense. Orchids, gardenias, oh! Even lavenderrrrrrr…“

 I was just wondering if Azul knew that lavender’s my favorite flower.

Azul is super infamously known to never give out gifts without expecting something in return.

I made them all myself.

You drew out the last syllable, eyes hyper focused on the word printed before you as you processed your thoughts like a factory conveyor belt. Slowly turning your head to stare at the teal-haired man next to you, Jade simply kept his small, polite smile as he stared right back. 

“...Jade?” You tilted your head. 

“Prefect?” Jade did the same. 

“Where’s Azul been getting all the lavender?”

“Oh, well,” Jade paused, sifting through the book in favor of letting you stew in suspense. “A few weeks ago he started keeping large bouquets of them all over his room and office, though the latter were used for the dishes he made you.”

“You mean the ones for the new menu?” Maybe you were misinterpreting the whole thing. Yeah, no Azul wouldn’t waste a bunch of lounge supplies on you. Lavender is a popular spring flavor, and your a good friend that’s willing to give him the time of day to test his dishes out. Of course, you’re just being silly—

“New menu? You must be mistaken, we aren’t releasing a new menu anytime soon.” Jade rested his head on his palm, now giving you a rare grin. 

“He was quite stressed making the dishes to your liking, seeing as it’s quite a common octomer courting tact—oh!”

Jade covered his mouth in shock, feigning embarrassment as he continued, “I’m afraid I’ve said too much, you’ll keep that last bit between us, won’t you?” 

“…You’re an ass, you know that?”

“I’m aware, what are you going to do about it? I just ask that you’re gentle with me.”

Everyone within a 1-mile radius could hear your exhausted sigh of annoyance.

The soft glow of the aquarium walls under the bookshelves brought about an ethereal glow to the VIP Room. A soft, soothing blue glow that did very little to actually sooth your nerves. It paired well with the lavender colored walls. 

Speaking of lavender, a warm teapot of lavender Earl Grey was settled on the coffee table, along with containers of sugar and milk. To the right was a plate of iced lavender cookies, small purple buds garnishing the tops of the cookies. 

“Cookies, huh? I thought you were more of a cooker than baker, Azul?” 

Azul, who was writing down your feedback from the baked brie with lavender honey that you’d just had, hummed in response. 

“Yes my dear, I had Trey working for me after the last Camp Vargas, though he was kind enough to leave me a few handwritten recipes in exchange for ending his week-long employment with me early.” Azul explained, looking rather satisfied with himself. 

“I experimented with one of the recipes and was able to come up with the cookies before you.” His eyes met yours as he smirked and smugly asked, “They’re to your liking, yes? I made them with your sweet tooth in mind.”

There it was, Azul made these for you. Azul Ashengrotto, who didn’t give so easily without a cost, made them specifically for you in mind, though it seemed that that same train of thought didn’t process in his head. Based on his self-satisfied smirk, and the notes he was taking, Azul was happy that the apparent courting ritual was going well. 

“Yeah! I like them a lot, they go well with the tea. Um—” You paused, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before continuing with the plan you and Cater came up. 

“Did you make the tea blend for me too? It tastes wonderful, I’d expect nothing less!”

Azul brightened, delighted at your attention and praise, and began to “subtly” brag, “Yes! Normally Jade makes the tea blends for the Lounge, but I personally selected this specific variety to pair well with the lavender.”

A fondness grew in your heart as you listened, not really processing though, to Azul describe the subtle differences between his tea blend and traditional ones.

“This specific blend would be most reminiscent of Early Grey Crème, which isn’t as widely known, but I thought would be better for you as it’s smoother.”

“Really?” You gasped, feigning innocence as you asked, “And you made it all yourself? You’re amazing, Azul!”

With a closed-eye smirk, Azul adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Yes, well with all my family’s experience in the food industry, it’s to be expected. But do continue to sing praises my dear, it’s much appreciated.”

You giggled, tilting your head as Azul resumed his note taking, it was no doubt he was recording your reactions and storing them for future use. The real question was whether to figure out the best way to bribe you with the promise of your favorite foods, or to ensure that his future beloved would have their own beloved treats when with him.

“It’s appreciate that you made this all for me in mind…which makes me think…Azul?”

“Yes?’

Azul was now focused on writing rather than on you. Taking another deep breath, you continued. 

“Your cooking for me reminds me of a common saying back home…that a way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

Azul froze, the soft scratching of his fishbone pen suddenly silenced, from the corner of your eye, you could see Azul’s eyes widen and face go blank. 

“Is that something said here too?”

“It’s not a completely foreign phrase to me, so I’d say so.”

You hummed, plucking one of the iced cookies from the tray, sauntering over to the silver-haired man. Azul looked up at you, leaned back into his plush chair, lacing his fingers together as he waited for you to continue. 

“I bet, with your mother owning a restaurant and everything…though it has me thinking…”

Azul raised a brow as you nibbled on the cookie, while you allowed him to stew in suspense for a few seconds.

“You’ve never actually cooked at the lounge, have you? Sure you’ve tested out some recipes, making sure they come out to your satisfaction…but it’s always someone else doing the cooking for the customers.”

Taking a seat on the edge of the desk, glowing baby blue eyes met your own, making you wonder if his name was a deliberate choice or a coincidence.

“Yes…” Azul answered slowly, hesitantly really, as he tried to figure out your angle. “I’m a very busy person, and I haven’t got all day-”

“And yet, you cooked for me.”

Azul shut his mouth at that, normally plush lips thinning as his fair cheeks softly turned periwinkle. 

“Not only that, but you cooked for me using my favorite flower…tell me, my dear,” He audibly choked at the nickname, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists. “Just how did you know I love lavender?”

You leaned down, Azul’s eyes widening as the distance between you two becoming smaller. Sudden close contact grew a burning embarrassment in Azul, who leaned further into his chair until he no longer could. There was a visible panic in his eyes, which made you feel a bit bad for putting him in such a situation. 

Azul cleared his throat, composing himself and saving face as he looked at you with a stony expression. “I…have my sources.”

That wasn’t good, you didn’t need the octomer shutting you out to avoid even the slightest humiliation at the hands of a crush. 

“Sources? Like what? Sam? The botanical gardens?” You looked off to the side, noticing a vase with a few stems of lavender. “Like hanahaki?”

A screech accompanied Azul as he abruptly stood, pushing back the chair and stared at you with a frigid glare, lips thin and soft eyes now hardened. 

“I don’t appreciate this joke of yours. If you want to our time together making fun of me, I suggest we end it here.” 

Panic turned your blood ice cold as you tripped over your feet, now chasing Azul as he went for the door. 

“W-what? No, that’s not what—”

“I think it’s best you leave now,” Azul dodged your attempts to grab him, refusing to make eye contact. “I’ll show you out.”

“Please, Azul, I wasn’t making fun!” A ball was forming in your throat, making your voice tremble and breath stutter. 

As he turned the doorknob, door just cracking open, Azul turned to look at you only to falter as his face fell at the sight of the tears falling from your face. 

“A-are you crying?!” He shut the door close as he rushed over, hovering his hands over your frame. “Why are you crying—”

“Cause I thought you liked me! Jade said—well he didn’t actually say, he heavily implied—that you had hanahakiiii…” You drawled out the last bit of your sentence as Azul’s face turned purple, looking horrified as you finished your sentence. 

Azul stuttered out, “H-he implied w-what!? Damn that eel—ACK!” before heaving and gasping for breath. As he suddenly collapsed on his knees, you following suit in worry, Azul began making a choking sound. 

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could see the clumps of wet buds fall out of his mouth, covered in inky spit, eventually an entire bunch of lavender heaving out of him as well. 

“Auughhh…that—” Azul coughed again, looking up at you with a combination of ink and spit dripping from his mouth. “—was unbecoming of me, I’m sorry…wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

Reaching for your pocket, you took Azul’s handkerchief and gently grabbed his chin to look at you. Azul visibly relaxed as your wiped the mess from his lips, fingers moving to comb through his hair. Sighing as he slowly looped an arm around your waist, Azul ,.....

“I should’ve made Jade sign another NDA when I saw him snooping through my bedroom, should’ve known.” 

You let out a breathless chuckle, leaning into his grasp. “Yeah, probably. If it helps I shouldn’t have listened to Cater’s dating advice.”

“You what?!” Azul exclaimed, looking at you dubiously, “You asked Cater for advice?”

“He seemed like he knew what he was talking about!” You defended yourself, pouting. “He noticed that you were cooking for me, when you never do for anyone else.”

He sighed, rolling his head back to look up at the ceiling instead of your face. 

“As you said—which I’m assuming was one of the things Jade told you—preparing and providing food to our mates is a courting ritual for Cecaelians. I follow the same routine as my mother: create and test recipes, then pass along the instructions to my subordinates and ensure it’s top quality.” 

Azul continued, holding your hand as he stood, guiding you up with him. “We octofolk were shunned out of merfolk society for a longtime, even with the legends of the Sea Witch’s benevolence.”

Reaching for one of the cookies still on the table, Azul brought it up to your mouth, tapping it to your lips. 

“It shows that no matter our status, we can provide for the one we’ve devoted ourselves to.”

Bringing a thumb to your mouth, Azul softly pulled your lips apart to feed you. A fond, but embarrassed warmth flushed over you, a matching red blush on your cheeks to Azul’s periwinkle one. 

“That’s…sweet.” You smiled, taking the cookie from Azul’s hand, much to his surprise. “And really corny, especially for you.”

Azul clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes as you took a bite of the cookie. 

“I’m attempting to be genuine, and you’re calling me corny? How insulting!” Azul huffed, though he gave you a faint smile. “I hope you’re going to apologize.”

“Aww, poor Azul. Of course I can give you an apology, if you’ll accept it.”

He gave you a raised brow, confused but still smiling. “Of course, why wouldn’t I—”

A yelp escaped Azul’s lips as you pressed your own lips against his, smiling as you did. Azul sighed into your mouth, tasting the lavender and vanilla on your tongue while you smiled against his lips. His hands cradled your own, keeping you in place as Azul returned the affection with chaste kisses pressed all over your face, neck, and hands

“Wait—ah! Hehe~” You laughed as Azul’s kisses tickled you, weakly pushing him away as he moved to kiss the tops of your hands. “That tickles, stop!”

“Heh, come on now my dear.” Azul cooed, pulling you back in to wrap an arm around your waist, grabbing the cookie from your hands to feed it to you, which you accepted. 

“Let me keep all your affection to me, and mine to you. I am quite a greedy lover, you know?” 

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #a floral inconvenience #abyssthing198

[seventeenytiny]

What Their Kisses Taste Like

Authors note - made this just for fun, lots of fluff <3 Also, you could probably put down an iced americano for majority of the members but I wanted to make it more fun than that lol

Bang Chan

Fruit Smoothies - Sweet and refreshing, Chan generally likes to make his own drinks to help get some healthy energy throughout the day. Today, you decided to help him out and make him his post workout drink. Fresh from the shower, he greets you in the kitchen, towel around his waist and body still slightly damp. He takes a long drink from the glass you handed him, an appreciative smile appearing on his face. He leans down to kiss your lips, his way of saying thank you for taking care of him. His lips were just too sweet for you to let him get away with one kiss, you pull him back towards you, almost knocking the towel off his waist in your eagerness.

Lee Know

Iced Americano - The bitterness of coffee remains on his lips after he takes a sip of his drink. His hand that isn't holding onto his cup is holding yours, keeping it warm as he tucks your interlocked fingers into his jacket pocket. The walk from the coffee shop back to your apartment was short, but with weather so brutal it didn't take long for you get chilled. As you enter your apartment, he grabs you to pull you close, rubbing your back to help warm you up. He places a chaste kiss on your lips, that delightful flavor of his drink lingering.

Changbin

Chocolate Protein Powder - Slightly bitter yet also sweet, the taste of his current favorite protein shake took over your senses. While you used to never care for protein shakes before, Changbin's lips had you craving it. You had never associated a taste with a person before but you had also never met a man your him before. He picks you up and sets you on the counter, your eyes now level with each other. He smirks before placing a teasing kiss on your collarbone before moving to your lips. That faint taste lingers on your lips before you pull him back in for more.

Hyunjin

Dirty Chai - A Chai tea latte with a shot of expresso, so warm and inviting, just like his lips. The smell of warm spices swirl around your head as you sit in your boyfriend's lap, arms around his neck. His hair tickles your face as he leans down to continue your make out session. His plump and warm lips help clear your mind and melt away all your troubles. Moments like this make you wish you could stay in his arms forever.

Han

Mocha Frappuccino - Chocolatey yet rich with the flavor of coffee. The amount of caffeine and sugar from the drink he had been sipping on all day had turned him in a stage four clinger, he could not leave you alone. His arms wrapped around your waist as you attempted to do dishes, his cheek resting on your head as he pouted. It became clear that the dishes would have to wait, he needed attention and he needed it now. You turned around to him, cupping his face with your hands as you lightly pressed your lips to his, the sweet taste of mocha chocolate on his lips almost giving you a sugar rush as well.

Felix

Skittles - His kisses are so sugary sweet they could rot your teeth. You had your head resting in his lap as the two of you watched TV together. When you least expect it, he leans over to pepper kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle from how his hair tickled your face. His last kiss lands on your lips, leaving you with a sugary strawberry taste. Was it from Skittles? Sour Patch Kids? A lollipop? I guess you'll have to kiss him again to find out.

Seungmin

Lemonade - Tarte and sweet, the smell of citrus intoxicates you as he presses his lips against yours. After a long walk through the nature trail, an ice cold lemonade was the only thing that could quench his thirst. His kisses taste refreshing and bright, just like him.

I.N

Energy Drinks - Sugary yet tarte, that familiar taste of a Monster lingers on your lips after he kisses you. He practically chugged one after finishing practice before heading over to go see you. He had to make sure he had enough energy to stay awake for your movie date. You cuddled up in his arms as a movie plays on is a precious moment he has to savoir with you. You lick your lips after each kiss, enjoying the sweetness he leaves behind.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #skz #lee felix #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #i.n #yang jeongin #han #han jisung #changbin #seo changbin #seungmin #kim seungmin #stray kids fluff

[sneck-lemonade]

 Getting your guts rearranged by Sonic and Garou as their shared S/O (gender neutral as possible, mentions of two holes but could be mouth).

Lemonades a little rusty, but I tried my best

NSFW BELOW CUT, ANY MINORS INTERACTING WITH THIS POST WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT.

 IDGAF IF THIS IS HARSH, NO MINORS ALLOWED.

Tagging the Garou simp @unclegarou

~While both have a high sex drive, they have enough self control to keep it under wraps. HOWEVER, when your all going at it, those repressed urges have a fee. THE FEES THE LOSS OF YOUR DAMN LEGS TOMORROW.

~I’m serious, these guys will not hold back if you started this by teasing them. They NEED to have that control they try so desperately to keep, but you were eating that popsicle so seductively just to taunt them. Your tongue swirling around its tip ever so slowly. Garou nearly died when you deep throated it (though you nearly died as well so he had to help you with that)

~No sooner had he gotten the popsicle out while Sonic called you an idiot (and Garou agreed), was a tongue down your throat. Garou’s body grinding against yours as he throws your popsicle to the side and slams his mouth against yours. Your brain screams for air as he sucks your tongue, bites it if you put it in his mouth. Your lungs join in just as he pulls away, grinning as you stand there panting against him. THEN HE JUMPS RIGHT BACK IN.

~Sonic catches the popsicle and finishes it while he takes you from the back, a hand around your neck as he just begins whispering the DIRTIEST shit in your ear. “You couldn’t even get that much of it down your throat, Damn, a worthless whore....” The nip at your ear earns a whimper that has his smirking (his weird murder smile, but lets say smirk) 

~You don’t remember how you got the bedroom, or is this the couch? Whatever it is how the fuck did you get here? Your shirt halfway on, pants all the way off, underwear just GONE, and someone is between your legs and you can’t tell who because everything's happening so fast. BAM, MOUTHS FULL AGAIN.

~Full of what?

~Bushes Baked Beans? No, its Sonics tongue as he leans down to have his turn at your mouth. He dragged you free of Garou and is taking his turn as Garou tries to keep up. By the time Garou even gets over there Sonics got you 3 seconds away from passing out before he pulls away and grins down at you. Your panting as he goes for your neck, his teeth biting the flesh softly as Garou tries to throw him off.

~You just lay there annoyed as they bicker for a minute, the entire time your just catching your breath.

~Noticing, Garou would give your mouth something to do. His fingers are in your mouth as he whines about Sonic stealing what he had first. Your just sucking away as Sonic grinds against your core, half listening as his boyfriend whines. Its a battle they put as a stalemate as a moan escapes your lips.

~Within minutes their stripped to their birthday suits presenting you with their cake and candles as you lay there staring. And like a good little party guest you clean their candle for them, two dicks in your mouth like its a contest. (GEE Y/N, YOUR MOM LETS YOU EAT TWO WEINERS?)

~By the time it comes for penetration and what not, they’re at eachothers mouths like wolves. You’re surprised ones not bleeding. They will lean over you to keep at it as they slowly take position and get you dicked up.

~Sonics all about speed here, while Garous all about power, so they stick to their strengths. Your getting full speed ahead in one hole and pistol thrusts in the other.

~Their goal is unknown, but your ten orgasms in and their not even on their second. You know your fucked when Sonic grins to Garou, “We should switch soon.”

#I made lemonade {general thirst} #Garou x reader #speed of sound sonic x reader

[tastesoftamriel]

what kinds of nonalcoholic drinks do the races have? this one does not like alcohol.

There are plenty of delicious beverages across Tamriel which are alcohol-free, making them ideal for parties, children, and for the many like you who dislike the taste of alcohol! Here are a few tasty options for you to quench your thirst. In addition to this list, don’t forget to check out my drinks for the Aedra!

Altmer

Summerset’s waters are some of the purest and tastiest in all of Tamriel, and is the key to producing some of the finest beverages you can find. Cold bubbly water infused with fruits and herbs is immensely popular across the Province, ranging from hibiscus and rosehip to lavender lemonade, raspberry and cucumber, or my personal favourite, peach and rhubarb. For a taste of Summerset, why not try my Lillandril Tonic Tea?

Argonians

Unlike in Summerset, water in Black Marsh is seldom potable without prior treatment, making coconut water the best drink there is. Simply use a machete to crack open a fresh coconut, and slurp out the tasty contents! Some Argonians like to add other ingredients like lime or lemongrass, or even make blended drinks with their coconuts along with other local fruits like papaya, mango, and starfruit. Even better when served cold!

Bosmer

Aside from fermented meat liquor, the Wood Elves also tend to drink a lot of milk, as it’s one of the few things which are Green Pact approved. In towns with ice mages, cold milkshakes with honey and bacon bits are terrible for the health, but oh so satisfying. Other variants include a sort of runny custard disguised as a drink, topped with crunchy sweetgnats.

Bretons

I really love the Breton obsession with tea, especially flavoured black teas, which are all the rage. Tea shops in High Rock are stocked floor to ceiling with hundreds of blends, from orange pekoe to jasmine white tea and blackberry infusions. My personal teatime favourite is a delightfully strong cup of caramel-flavoured black tea with a splash of milk and two sugars- reminiscent of a crème brulee, but leaves room for extra crumpets!

Dunmer

Herbal infusions are a Dark Elf’s favourite beverage besides shein and sujamma, and there are many different kinds which vary between Houses and locations across Morrowind. Mainland Vvardenfell residents, for example, are more likely to enjoy ingredients like comberry and marshmerrow in their brews, while Solstheim natives stick to things like trama root. They are always served piping hot in small cups, and tastiness is highly relative. Also, don’t forget to try Neloth of House Telvanni’s favourite Canis Root Tea!

Imperials

Barley water doesn’t sound very appealing, but it’s a delicious drink loved by young and old across Cyrodiil. Dried barley is boiled with rock sugar until the liquid is thick and cloudy, and is served in big mugs either hot or cold. It’s said to also be healthy, but the amount of sugar used to make this drink tasty makes that debatable. Definitely a thirst quencher.

Khajiit

Like the Bosmer, milk is a staple in the Khajiiti diet, and they drink a lot of it! Warm or cold milk with moon sugar is a delicious way to wind down and take a pause in your day. Pressed rice and oats mixed with water also forms a delicious milk-like drink that is just as good for those who cannot consume lactose.

Nords

Aside from mead, Nords are also famous for cider, as we produce a fair amount of apples. Freshly pressed cold apple juice is a Provincial beverage that is enjoyed by everyone at all times of day, and it’s good for you too! I enjoy mixing tart apple juice with a swirl of honey and cinnamon syrup for a refreshing drink!

Orcs

The Orsimer sure love their booze, but they also enjoy their juices, ciders, and even the occasional mocktail (though they’d never dare call it that). While alcohol-free ale is usually the drink of choice for those who need to keep a clear head, Orcs also love fruit and berry mash with heavy cream and ice. Try my recipe for Orzoga’s Red Frothgar without the liquor for a tasty mocktail!

Redguards

Mint tea or coffee are two indispensable drinks in the Redguard household, and both are made to be strong, sweet, and thoroughly refreshing! Freshly picked mint leaves (or dried, for those who live deep in the Alik’r) are boiled as is with sugar, and sometimes served with a twist of lemon. For those who need a bit more oomph, a steaming hot cup of potent black coffee is sure to set your gears in motion! Unlike other areas of Tamriel, adding milk to coffee in Hammerfell is uncommon, especially as goat milk is generally the only available type around.

#Asks #Food #Drinks #World building #worldbuilding #tes #the elder scrolls #Tastes of Tamriel #tastesoftamriel #recipes #drink recipes

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

This is gonna be a flashback chapter. How our babies met because I remember a few people had forgotten. Had to have one of these eventually, right?

Part 21: Introduction

Should I download Tinder?

Glee plays from the firestick, the scene where they're all walking and singing How Will I Know.

I should.

Laying cozied into the couch in a faded t'shirt with the tiniest pink shorts, your head rests on the butt cushion and your feet dangle over the arm as you hold your phone up in the air over your face.

"How will I know?.. How will I knoow..," you mumble along with the crew. You've heard the Glee version of this Whitney classic at least 8 times.

No, but what if I do and someone recognizes me? Someone I work with? What if my family is on Tinder? I'd die.

You put the phone down on your belly and pick up your apple juice from the coffee table, doing a sit up to sip.

Mm. You wipe your mouth nearly spilling. But if they're on there too then they shouldn't comment on what I'm doing, right? We'd ignore each other's presence and continue like ships passing in the night. So technically I should be able to download this app with no blowback.

Picking the phone up, you hit download and open the app. It immediately asks for your information and won't let you skip. Not even your location. You fall back down to your back raising the phone up again.

But what if someone's a serial killer?Would they look for me? No, that won't happen and I could tell if they were psychotic..

Tapping the download button, you go through the steps to set up an account including giving them access to your location and posting a headshot from a selfie. Scrolling through your gallery for more decent pics to post, you decide one's enough and upload a full body photo so that whoever meets you will know who they're meeting, no surprises.

Inputting your information, you decide to write into your blurb that you're looking for some awesome friends, specifically a movie buddy. In reality, the activity doesn't matter you just crave human attention and closeness. Any decent, polite, nice, smart, funny, left wing, hopefully attractive, young, black human.. possibly male.. will do. Not that you're picky. In the meantime, you swipe right on everyone black nearby, men and women. Somebody's gotta respond. Someone sane who wants to meet. Shockingly there are a lot of pretty people. Unfortunately the app only gives you one super like.. a blue star which you decide to save.

Giddily you head over to your match tab and see four matches. Drew P seems nice. Ashley J looks stylish. G Papa looks like he lives in a Freaknik video. Pussy Hunter is just nasty. Your nose twitches as you shamefully start conversations with all four. When neither responds right away you return to swiping and a notification says you've been super liked, but you can't access who super liked without paying money. You're not doing that so you just go back to the bios and swipe right until you get a reply.

Wyd, Pussy Hunter writes.

Bored, watching movies. You?

You gotta fat ass

Um. Thanks?

Netflix and chill?🙈

Netflix and Netflix. We can talk and hang out..

So no chill

No sex, but we can hang out and do something else

After 5 minutes, you realize he's not going to write you back. You start to swipe again on pictures, left for the whites and weirdos. Right for the black people.

Your finger hovers in the air as you gasp lightly at the thirst trap provided by a man self-identified as Erik. It deserves another sip of apple juice. You gulp it down from your cup. "Jesus.." You can't even see his face, because it's all BODY, but you can tell by the picture exactly what he's on Tinder for. Same m.o. as Pussy Hunter.

Erik S, 28

Fucc around and find out

Good Lord.. those shorts are yet holding on, you stare as if they'll slip down further by you willing them to. You swipe right. Your eyes widen as the app alerts you with a blue star meaning... He super liked your profile.

"NO," you gasp wide eyed at the phone ready to chuck it at the wall. Switching to the messages, there's a new one.. from him.. and you know what it's about. "I need some tea."

---

Erik lazed around his house bumping Schoolboy Q, clad in a white terry cloth bathrobe with a short glass of iced Ciroc and Lemonade in his hand. Dancing, he exfoliated his face with his spin brush, trimmed his mustache and beard, shaped himself up, and moisturized his locs and facial hair. The lil lip scrub he'd gotten as a gift from Cierra, he'd initially fought her on because it smelled like peaches but he liked how soft it made his lips. They even tasted good. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time tasting sugar. They tasted like Cierra.

Speaking of sugar, he looked at his phone wondering why his hoes ain't called. Then again, they could've. He wasn't near the phone all day. Checking the iPhone on the charging dock he saw that he had a missed call.. from Cierra.

Checking the time she called, he figured that was back when he was cleaning his guns and checking the parts. He'd already cleaned and sharpened his knives. He'd checked his security cameras. He felt good. Having no major responsibility and no place to be.

Outside of the missed call he had three new nudes and a video sitting in his messages to watch and record himself masturbating to. He was looking forward to doing that especially since Rell hadn't called with no bullshit local cases. Erik had stated he ain't want no hits near his temporary home.. for a year, he wanted peace. One damn year. But here he was still racking basic skills for pennies. "Chump change is still change," Rell's voice played in his ear. "You don't wanna get rusty. Gotta keep your skills sharp."

Erik had done his share of moving around, racking up international kills and earning the nickname Killmonger. But for a little while, he wanted to settle down in one concealed location where no one knew where he lived, who the fuck he was, or where he was coming or going. He wanted the illusion of peace and normality for a year at least. As much money as he had, he figured he could afford to stay in one place for that long if he was careful.

Only two people knew where he lived and that was Rell and Swift. They knew not to come over. Not even the previous owners of the house knew he was there.. because he'd made them an anonymous offer, killed them and moved in a few days after they'd sold it to him for cash. Needless to say he took all that money back.

He dialed Cierra, roaming to his bedroom to collapse over the bed as the phone rung. "Sup Ci?"

"Master," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice telling him she needed release. She'd been working too long through the past week and needed Master to come take control for a few hours. He could picture her on her knees, already in puppy space. She knew exactly how he liked her to wait for him.

"Yes, Ci. You need me to come for a scene?"

"Rrrrr," she growled. "Arf arf!"

"My bad. Lil Bitch."

"I gotta go to Target and see my sister," but come through later. I don't care how late just call up."

"Your sister? The one you met on Facebook?"

"Yeah, her! She live like an hour away. I'm a link with her and put her on Tinder! Get her a man to pop that back out," she giggles.

"You know I don't mind a two for one," Erik teased knowing she wouldn't go for it. He liked to mess with her anyway.

"Not with my damn sister, I'm not that nasty. A white girl can have it,"

"Damn crush my dream."

"Anyway!"

"Aight, I'm a let you go." Hanging up, he sat up and went to his closet pulling a colorful glass bong he'd gotten from a nigga he once knew in the military. Bruce Everett, white boy. Cool nigga... Too bad he shot hisself with his own gun. Sighing, Erik shook his head and went to the bathroom to fill it with water and headed back to pull his chrome grinder from his drawer along with a screen, hempwick, and a nug of Dr. Greenthumb's Emdog OG, grinding it down to pack the bowl making it fluff up.

"Perfect," he whispered lighting the bong with the hempwick. He lit the edges of the weed going around in a circle for an even and smooth burn as he stood taking a good long hit. "Shit," he exhaled releasing the smoke. I love bongs.

He looked and the bowl was empty as he'd expected. One hit's all you need when you do it right.

"Tinder...," he played in his mind. He already had a fetlife which was how he'd found his subs. Tinder was something different though. He was curious.

Downloading the app on the phone used almost solely for contact with subs, he went through the process of setting up an account, hesitating to put his info. It was general enough and the shit that was too specific, he could just lie. Still, he wouldn't upload his face.

So all I gotta do is swipe and see everyone in the area, he mused looking at all the faces.

"No.. No.. Nope.. Facially challenged.. The fuck is that?.. Hell nah.. Yes.. Yes.. She cute.. Hell nah.. Yes... No..," he paused looking a little closer at the screen. "Hello... Damn."

Out of curiosity he clicked on the profile. "That ass tho!"

He smirked hitting his super like.

"Shid... You can get the blue like.. Whatever the fuck that mean.." He stared at the picture. She had a juicy looking aro with thick black curls, brown skin, bright almond eyes, and enough ass to feed the needy for months. "Shit, if I was on a deserted island with coconuts and that ass.. that's enough meat for a damn.. shidd.." He chuckled. "Fuck is a super like? I super like yo ass meat..," he chuckled again falling back on his bed. "It mean I'm a break yo shit in thirds and fuck the pieces," he coughed, over his own bullshit.

---

Jumping up, you speedwalk into your kitchen and quickly heat some water in a pot, pulling a red mug and a bag of chamomile and a bag of lemon balm to mix with sugar. Combining it all, you take a sip and stand there staring at the wall before taking it with you back to the couch. "Okay," you sigh picking up the phone to open the Tinder message thread.

Cum talk to me, he says. You stare at the words. Wow, this is so cringy you don't know how to respond. You sit the phone back down taking another sip. You think about ignoring him, but you keep touching the phone, coming back to the message and staring.

Hey, you finally type hesitating at the simplicity before sending.

How are you tonight ? Why you up ?

Bored, lonely, contemplating my existence over Glee and wondering why my high school years were never that damn musical. You sip your tea.

Having a tv party with just lil ol' me. Why are you up?

The fuck kinda life you living. You need me to cum spice shit up for you? 👀

You think you that spicy? 👀

You wanna taste me and see?

Jeez. You flip back to the faceless picture of his body. Lord have mercy.

Don't play with a real one I'll show the fuck up real shit, he writes.

Internally you're screaming. He really thinks you're about to have sex with him. "I can't, oh my god," you sigh bouncing your knee. You hesitate before responding.

You can come, but bring food.

Hell yeah. Then you can be dessert. 😈

What? You turn the screen off and grab your head, your elbows on your knees.

What am I doing. Y/N what are you doing.

No sex nigga, you type before taking it back and staring at the screen perplexed. If you say that, he won't message you back.. If you don't say it, he'll be expecting to get some! You still want him to come through though even if he leaves because you're bored. You just want a little company for a little bit.

Maybe you should get a cat..

Your leg shakes unsure of how to respond and you take another sip of the hot tea mix feeling anything but calm.

Without further delay you just drop your address and hope for the best, wondering if you just signed off on your own murder. Maybe I should've told him to meet me somewhere else in the daytime.

Washing your apple juice cup, you put it away and then throw on some black leggings and rainbow fuzzy socks not wanting to open the door in pink bootyshorts adding onto the wrong message you'd already sent him. You also put a kitchen knife under the sofa cushion for easy access just in case.

40 minutes. You like wings?

Parmesan

🤢 Love yourself, sis. I'm getting a mix.

Oh I see you Mr. Petty Labelle, you smile getting a taste of his personality.

Yep. Finna get some of Ms. Petty's pie 

Uh uh, you smirk.

We nuh ave dat

That right? Guess I'll see for myself when I pull up 👅

He's a whole fool. You set the phone down smiling at the tv. Meanwhile you watch another episode.. actually watching it this time.

Knock knock, he messages and you see it having kept the thread up just in case he had an issue.  Jumping up, you snatch your phone and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is the first time you've ever done something like this and you hope it doesn't go badly.

Who's there, you jest messaging back right before you unlock your multiple locks and crack the door. Peeping out, you shut the door automatically throwing your body against it, holding your breath. He's huge! You didn't even look up, you just saw all that muscle like Kangaroo Jack. And why was he all up on the door?!

"Word? You must not want these wings then," he says through the door. You hear plastic rattling dramatically. "That's aight I don't mind eating em by myself."

You crack the door again, peeping out. You hadn't even seen the plastic bag hanging from his hand, you'd shut him out so fast. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back.

"Aht! This how you treat guests? Door in the face? Snatching bags?" Your eyes roam from his hard chest to the broadness of his shoulder, resting on the sleeve of his charcoal grey Chicago Bulls shirt. Those biceps.

"Look at you undressing me in your mind already. Go ahead, you can touch me," he adds holding his arm forward as if reading your mind.  He talks a lot.

You snatch the bag and put it behind your back a bit, opening the door. Then you look up and your kitty jumps. It's the devil himself. You try to control your surprise but between his sharp narrow chestnut eyes that smirk down, his sculpted nose, and his full pouting lips, you don't know if you want to kiss him, bite him, or climb him. You wanna do all three and more right in the hall.. up against the wall. His hair too, it's a mess of semi-thick locks that point everywhere like Coolio. It's his everything really..

"Y/N.."

Omg. It sounds so good coming from him. This isn't fair.

"Aye..," he waves.

"Hm," you sigh staring at his face.

"You gone let me in?"

"Huh? Oh." You step back quickly and scan him from head to toe as he steps across the threshold. Bulls shirt, black track pants, black sneakers. His shoes are ugly though, the back heel juts out too far. Balenciaga is written in white. Oh.

You look up and see he's looking you up and down too. Oop. Leading the way you take him to the living room and he settles on the couch, his develish eyes on yours. His knees spread wide as he leans back, hips forward.

Silently screaming, you look away and sit the plastic food bag on the table.

You can feel him staring. The air is full of raunchy expectation and you can't say you blame him. You practically encouraged it on the phone.

"You want something to drink," you smile in friendly attempt, risking a glance and it's just as you thought.

"You know exactly what I want."

"To DRINK," you exphasize, ignoring the thump of your heart in your nana as his eyes roll over your hips.

"Mmm... You got Henny?"

"I have apple juice, tea, water.."

"Ciroc?"

Your face screws, Didnt I just-- "I don't drink.."

"Ever?"

You shake your head.

"Damn, Apple Juice."

Taking your sweet time to pour his juice and refill your tea, you re-enter the living room as the Glee cast kicks off another song that he mutes.

"Here ya go."

You give him his cup and feel the chill in your spine as his fingertips brush yours. Unmuting the tv, you sit on the opposite side of the couch, legs crossed, tense and unsure of what to say to him now that he's there.

"You look uncomfortable."

"Me? I'm fine. I was just marathoning Glee before you came," you say handing him the remote, "I've already seen it though."

He hands the remote back. "You seen Menace II Society?"

"I've heard the title!"

"Well pull it up, let's watch it."

Thank God. That's something easy. You fumble through buttons and he starts opening the food as you set up the movie.

---

"Ooh Laurenz Tate he so fine," she smiled sitting up as the movie started. She would be into his ass. Erik rolled his eyes. Wait for it.

"I hate when they do that," she mumbled in response to the Asian woman following them around the store.

"Yeah," he agreed with swig of the juice looking from the tv to her face, watching her reaction. Wait for it.

"Why don't you give my homeboy his change," O-Dog says before walking to the door. "I feel sorry for your mother," the store owner snubs.

Bitch, don't talk about my mama. That part always pissed Erik off.

"What you say about my mama? You feel sorry for who?!" O-Dog shouts. "I don't want any trouble, just get out," the shopowner shouts, backtracking like the bitch nigga he is.

Fuck that, shoot his bitchass, Erik barked in his head. POP. POP POP. POP. POP. There you go! He shot the wife too, meanwhile, the princess jumped in her seat, absorbed in the felony she just observed on screen. Double-homicide.

"He shouldn't have shot them.. Bruh, now the cops gone be looking for him and his friend wasn't even in it but now he's an accomplice."

"You telling me you wouldn't have shot a nigga talkin shit on your mama?" Erik leaned into her space, curious, but she ain't seem to notice.

"No, 'cause they're rude, ugly, and racist but still. You can't kill without consequences."

Erik steeled. She wasn't wrong.

"I'd have shot his ass too," he admitted watching her. She didn't seem to agree. "Should've kept his mouth off his family."

"You close to your family," she asked suddenly.

"Yeah," he lied knowing his people were dead. "...You mind if I get more juice," he pointed to his cup and she took it refilling it.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, she noticed her wing choice wasn't in the selection and Erik kept a poker face having wondered when she'd realize. He'd already started on the barbecue.

"Where's my parmesan," she frowned looking in the boxes.

"They ain't have it," he lied. "Ran out."

"You're such a liar. Now what am I gonna eat," she pouted to his humor.

"Eat the carribean jerk," he nudged the box to her. She eyed it and he felt like a wolf trapping a rabbit, the wings being the bait.

"I ask you for one thing."

"Yeah and? I wasn't finna buy that shit," he chuckled grabbing a jerk wing and biting it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed to entice her. When he peeked, she was watching his mouth out the corner of her eye as he licked spicy sauce off his thumb. Sliding down in the cushion, she crossed her arms and raised a knee with her fuzzy foot on the couch. Such a damn brat. Ol' hungry ass.

He started to flex the length of his tongue since she was looking but decided against it. He couldn't be too aggressive or she'd spook and he wouldn't get no ass. Why he cared, he couldn't put a finger on other than the fact that she'd become a challenge. This girl would not let him anywhere near her. She was very shy considering she was down for a one night stand. I'm getting the draws, he promised himself right then. How? He just had to make her come to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she picked up a jerk wing, rotating it.

"Girl eat the wing, this ain't rocket science," he fussed watching her bite it.

"It's better than parmesan?" Lie, he dared watching her closely.

She took another bite.. then she attacked the wing and when she licked her fingers, he looked away grabbing another wing and swig of his juice.

"OKAY. SHUT UP." She grabbed another wing chewing through it as he coughed in his elbow hiding his laugh.

"I didn't say anything," he croaked shrugging her off.

"But you smiling and I can hear you thinking."

He couldn't hide the fat grin plastered on his face though he'd tried by looking away. "How you hear me thinking," he squinted watching her collect bones.

"Because I do, you're loud," she stressed.

"How I'm l-"

"SHH!! I'm tryna hear," she whispered. He shook his head watching the corner of her mouth lift and they watched the movie in silence until she reached for another wing and all the jerk were gone. He pushed her another box.

"You all the way over there. Come sit next to me."

"I'm not that far."

"You are. I promise I won't bite you.."

Her eyes rolled.

"Not unless you into that shit," he added patting the cushion beside him. She lifted, barely moving. "You scared?"

"What you mean?" She looked nervous all of a sudden looking anxiously in his eyes. This was gonna be a tough wall to break.

He patted the cushion again, waiting, and she finally moved in closer filling the empty seat beside him. He determined right then not to touch her but to get as close as possible maintaining proximity to get her used to his presence. Draping an arm over the couch behind her, he observed silently as she sat tense for the the next five minutes before relaxing. He had his work cutout.

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[onetwothreefarkle]

okay this is the same song as the one Jet sent but

"These Arms Are Made For Holding You"

I am so sure this what not what you intended with this, but I’ve decided to make this a thirst fic.

Probably just a one-shot. It’s summertime, it’s Utah, so it’s hot. And Seb invites Carlos over to the farm to hang out or maybe to help out. But really that just means Carlos is going to watch Seb do chores and ogle him. On this day, in particular, Seb is wearing a sleeveless tank top, so his arms are on full display while he works. Carlos was genuinely not expecting this, but he’s not exactly complaining about it either. He settles in to watch Seb, sunglasses on his head and glass of lemonade in hand.

“You know, you could help,” Seb snarks, not actually intending for Carlos to help at all.

“I could,” Carlos takes a long, slow sip of lemonade. “But the view is so much better from here.”

Seb smirks. “Oh, really? Like what you see?” He flexes, his biceps popping, beads of sweat running down his bare skin.

Carlos lets his gaze linger, licking his lips, not bothering to hide just how much he likes what he sees. He is certain he’s looking at Seb like a starving man looks at a steak.

Seb just grins and keeps working, taking special care to pick up heavy things and show off his strength, the whole time feeling Carlos’ gaze burning into him.

Eventually, Seb decides he’s done enough chores for the day--the heat getting the better of him, in more ways than one. He walks over to Carlos, who is sipping the last bit of lemonade out of his glass.

“So,” he says, trying to keep his voice neutral. “You’ve got a thing for my arms?”

“I’ve just got a thing for you, in general,” Carlos responds, looking up at Seb, his eyes deep and dark, just tempting him.

“Oh, so if I picked you up and carried you into the house, you wouldn’t be into that even a little bit?” Seb asks.

Carlos flushes, his pupils dilating slightly. “You can do that?”

In lieu of an answer, Seb picks Carlos up and throws him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Carlos lets out a small squeak but otherwise lets Seb do it. He waves to Seb’s mom as they pass through the farmhouse kitchen. She waves back, deciding she really doesn’t need to know.

Finally, they make it to Seb’s bedroom, where he tosses Carlos down on the bed. Seb is breathing heavily at this point, having carried Carlos all this way, and up the stairs. Sweat has glued his blonde hair to his forehead and his face is flushed and pink.

“Well,” Carlos says breathily. “Isn’t this the part where you have your way with me?”

Seb doesn’t need to be told twice.

send me a hypothetical fic title and I will summarize the fic I would write to go with it

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Caros Rodriguez #Seb Matthew-Smith #seblos drabble #hypothetical fic summary #Mia ✨🪛 #I couldn't decide between the sparkle or the screwdriver so you get both

[yunhowhoitiss]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I've missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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"Boys, the lemonade's almost ready!"

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé's friends we're at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you'd all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn't sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

"Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!" You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you'd regret what you were about to do.

"Oh," you feigned wistfulness, "I wonder where those handsome, striking men are. I guess they don't want any lemonade. My heart longs for them to quench their thirst!" Your impression of a damsel in distress was audibly half-assed.

As if on cue, Mingi and Wooyoung ran up the stairs, followed by the other six men coming up the steps as well. San, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho situated themselves on the ground in the living room area, still devoid of furniture. You had yet to buy any for the house.

"Is that seriously what it takes for me to get your guys' attention? Calling you handsome?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wooyoung grinned mischievously, obviously proud of himself. He hopped up on the counter while Mingi stood next to you, looking innocently over your shoulder. Yunho joined in on the conversation, searching the kitchen cabinets for any cups.

"Well we are handsome, aren't we?" He chuckled cockily, reaching for a pack of paper cups on a shelf.

"Right?" Mingi chimed in, looking at you to see if you'd agree.

You look at them with your mouth agape; you couldn't believe the audacity they had. Before you could say anything, Yeosang finally came up the stairs, having overheard your conversation from afar.

"Hey, stop trying to squeeze compliments out of my wife, your egos are big enough as they are," he chastised playfully.

"She's technically not your wife, though," Wooyoung contested. Having known him for years, Yeosang knew Wooyoung didn't mean anything by it, but he threw him a cold glare nevertheless.

"Yet. Not my wife yet."

"So she can only compliment you, is that it?"

"Exactly."

The other men snickered at the both of them, clearly used to seeing them bicker all the time. Yunho filled nine paper cups with lemonade, giving everyone their drinks. Ignoring the immature conversation at hand, Seonghwa craned his neck to see you from where he sat.

"Y/n, could we get lunch soon? I think I speak for everyone when I say that I would kill for a burger right now." Upon hearing the word 'burger' most of the boys hummed and groaned in longing, almost drooling at the thought of it.

"Of course! I'll help Yeo out in the office to finish up what painting there is left to do, and you guys can get cleaned up and ready to go in the meantime. Sound good?" They all nodded yes at your proposal, some already making their way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Gulping down the rest of your lemonade, you threw the cup away and headed towards the office. Yeosang held a paint roller in both hands, finishing the last wall that needed to be painted. The thick paint dripped down his wrist, creating a long grey streak along his forearm.

"Messy as always, Yeoyeo," you sighed, taking one of his paint rollers. You dipped your finger in the paint on his wrist and booped his nose, painting the tip of his nose grey.

"Hey! That stuff's hard to clean off!" Yeosang tried to see the paint on his face, obliviously crossing his eyes. You giggled fondly at his cuteness; you could never understand how someone so witty could be so dorky. Yeosang's face fell upon hearing you laugh at him, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. Your attention turned to the wall in front of you; you worked hard to paint as much of the surface as possible, unaware of Yeosang's actions. He painted both his hands grey, making sure the wet layer covered his whole hand.

"Y/n..." He whispered calmly. He made his way to stand behind you, tucking his face in your neck. He kept his painted hands behind him, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

"Yeosang, what are you doing? Help me paint."

He ignored you in favour of pressing gentle kisses into the crook of your neck, tracing his lips up to your ear. Your focus was drifting from the wall, all too distracted by Yeosangs lips so close to your ear. Before you could question him, his teeth nipped at your ear suggestively, catching you off guard. You turned to face him, only to be met with your fiancé's goofy smile.

"C'mon, we need to keep painting, love," you sighed exasperatedly.

"But baby..." Yeosang was proud of himself for the facade he was putting up, briefly wondering if he should've just become an actor. His lips met your forehead with an affectionate kiss as he brought his hands out from behind his back. His arms snaked around your waist, hands casually resting on your ass. This was something he did often, so you didn't think to question it. Following a playful squeeze, Yeosang took a step back, careful not to let his suspicious behaviour show. He stuck his painted hands in the pockets of the paint-stained overalls he wore, careful not to let you see.

"Why are you smiling like that? It's weird." You squint cheekily.

"I'm not smiling."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Y'know what, we can paint later. I'm hungry."

On that note, you peeked out from the doorway, checking to see if the boys were ready. Yeosang was trying his very best not to laugh, but you were too preoccupied to notice.

You exited the office room, Yeosang following your lead, and walked past the kitchen to reach the bathroom. "Just a minute, guys, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then we'll be out of here," you assured the boys. They were crowded around the kitchen counter, finishing every last drop of lemonade. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seonghwa's hand fly to his mouth. Hongjoong and Jongho were red with what seemed to be embarrassment; the others pursed their lips in futile attempts to stifle their boyish giggles. Yunho probably made another dick joke, you told yourself, rolling your eyes.

Just as you passed a mirror that Yoesang had unboxed the day before, two shapes on your shorts caught your eye.

Grey patches? No. Grey... handprints.

"Kang Yeosang!"

The boys finally broke down in peals of laughter. Having known them for years, you weren’t all too embarrassed, you were even tempted to laugh along with them. Instead, you opted to throw a threatening glare at your fiancé , who raised his hands before saying "It wasn't me!"

"What do you mean it wasn't you— your hands are literally grey!" You stomped toward him, reaching for his sides. "Woo, hold his arms back!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Your fingers tickled at Yeosang's sides as Wooyoung held his arms behind his back; San pulled out his phone to record him. Upon deciding that you'd done enough, you went to change into another pair of bottoms, leaving Yeosang panting on the ground and his friends teasing him. When you came back, Yeosang crouched on the floor, tieing his laces. The other boys had already gotten their shoes on and headed out the door.

"You're paying for the food, hyung!" Jongho chirped as he stepped out the door. As Yeosang stood up, you cheekily jumped on his back, letting him give you a piggyback ride to the car. You kissed his cheek from over his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his front.

"I'll get you back for that, Yeo. Watch your back," you feigned menace.

"Mhmm, of course baby."

"And you owe me a new pair of shorts."

The silver ring on your left hand sparkled in the corner of his eye, and although you couldn't see, an enamoured smile spread across his face. He pressed a loving kiss to your hands crossed over his chest.

"Anything for you, love."

#kdiner #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez fanfic #yeosang #ateez imagines #yeosang x reader #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez suggestive #ateez oneshots #ateez fluff #ateez #yeosang fluff #ateez kang yeosang #kpop #atiny #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

[mulletcal]

flowers, maybe daisies, might relieve the gloom. - an a.i blurb

a/n: i lowkey blame @sexgodashton​ for starting this whole mini series of boomer!ash things, but i also adore this because boomer!ash is soft as hell.  and also a lil d*ddy but we don’t need to talk about that.  title is from wait by sweeney todd bc i love it.  alternative title was gonna be from L.G. FUAD by motion city soundtrack

word count: 

warnings: ashton irwin being a thirst trapping, lemon stealing whore. i’m kidding it’s just a solo ash fic w no smut but some mild ash thirst trapping.

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‘ashtonirwin started a live video.’

Ashton didn’t often go live on Instagram, but this shelter in place order had left him ultimately bored - writing a song every day before noon, sure, but anything after that was a blur.  Occasionally he would have interviews or live-streams with the band, but on days without that he was left alone with his thoughts, and his thoughts weren’t always the safest place to be; so talking to fans it was. 

It was going well so far, simply asking fans how their quarantine was going - bringing some of them into the livestream so he could talk to some face to face.  One girl in particular had caught his attention when they began to discuss hobbies she had picked up during the time she’d spent at home.

“Yeah, I’m learning to garden.  I have a tomato plant that is just starting to sprout actual tomatoes, so that’s kind of exciting,” She had said, a nervous laugh escaping.

“Well, I would hope that your tomato plant is sprouting tomatoes, it would be a little concerning if it was growing something else,” Ashton replied with a chuckle, the girl giving a small shrug but still laughing along with him.

“You should look into it if you’ve got the room at your house, I bet it would feel rather rewarding to be able to cook something with your own fresh vegetables.”

“Would save me quite a bit of money too.  Can I grow yeast? I’d like to learn how to make my own bread but here in L.A. you can’t find yeast anywhere.”

The conversation continued like that for a few minutes more, Ashton taking only a couple more fans into the livestream after that to talk to before he decided he should probably do something else productive with his day.  Something like learning to garden. 

It surprised Ashton the things you were able to order online during this time - soil being the main thing.  He also read that saving coffee grounds would help, and he was excited at the idea of his insane coffee habit wouldn’t be completely useless.  He ended up buying seeds for tomatoes, mint, sunflowers, lemongrass, and zucchini.  The lemongrass and mint was specifically for Calum, realizing he would be able to dry the plants out once he had harvested them so he could make the man his very own tea.

When his package finally arrived, Ashton spread the packages out, sliding them across the table as though he was some card dealer in Las Vegas.  Thinking the fans would find it amusing, he took a picture of the spread and added it to his story with the caption of ‘pick a card, any card…’.  Maybe it would only be funny to him, but it did prompt a fire reaction from Michael.

It seemed as though the reaction from fans were positive though, them taking to Twitter to let him know their excitement about his new endeavour.  That’s where his weekly livestreams began.  He would show everyone the progress he was making with his plants, and just in general him chatting with fans.  Ashton never really thought of how refreshing it could be to just talk to the fans, without the worry of time restrictions or anyone’s personal safety in the way; in fact, it left him rather inspired, loving their fans even more if it were at all possible.

A particularly warm day in L.A. left Ashton wondering if he should go out to the garden that day - but it was the day he would normally livestream, and he was excited to show what he was up to that day.  Ashton wanted to plant another tomato plant, and also the lemons on his infamous tree had enough for him to make some lemonade so he was going to go through that as well.

Clad in some cut off jeans, or as Calum so affectionately called them his jorts, and a white tank top, he pulled up the live option on Instagram and waited for the people to begin to filter in before he started to speak.

“Hey guys! Just gonna wait for more of you to filter in before I actually head outside, but I thought that since you guys love my lemon tree so much, I’d make some lemonade.  Fuck, I sound like a YouTuber.  Is that gonna be my next career, is just YouTube tutorials on how to make shitty lemonade?” Ashton laughed to himself, slicing the lemon so he could juice it, ignoring the comments he saw about murdering his lemon children.

It didn’t take him long to make the lemonade, making mild conversation with the fans while he stirred in a little bit of sugar and some cheat mint he had ordered while waiting for his own to grow.

“Alright, now that I’m waiting for that to cool, probably best we go outside and check on those tomatoes, hm?” 

It had been weird at first, talking to himself; but he quickly realized that he talked to himself anyways, even without the phone in front of him, so it couldn’t have been too weird for anyone who could overhear him.

“So I wanted to plant another tomato plant today, because everyone can use a friend right now, you know?” He looked into the camera, a smile spreading across his face when he saw the flood of cute little emojis that followed.  “M’gonna be like the Bob Ross of gardening. No mistakes, only happy accidents or whatever it was he said.”

Ashton began to work away at his garden, building up a sweat in the process.  It wasn’t until he leaned back, glancing at his phone did he see a text from Michael flash across the top.

‘Mate, Crystal said stop thirst trapping the fans.’

Ashton’s brow furrowed, unsure of what the text was saying, “Okay so I just got a text from Michael - what’s thirst trapping? And am I currently doing it?”

Of all the comments that followed, he noticed one that said ‘I mean… I’m not gonna say either way but take a look at yourself and get back to us’.  Another one told him that it was when someone wears something in order to provoke risque texts, or gain attention from someone.

Ashton pouted, looking down at his appearance.  He was kind of sweaty, but he didn’t think that the fans would mind him being covered in dirt and sweat, it’s not as though they had to smell him.  Though, he would admit that he needed a shower. 

“Well, since my tomato plant has been… planted next to its’ friend, and I’m apparently thirst trapping you all, I should probably go shower and clean up.  Is me mentioning a shower thirst trapping as well?” Ashton rubbed his face over his hands, a small huff leaving his lips, “I don’t know… Fellow youths, tweet me and lemme know.  Also, may hold a poll later on what to name these guys.” He flipped the camera around, struggling for a moment, to show the sunflowers that were starting to sprout, “M’thinking of naming one Denise.  Just seems like a Denise.”

After his small speech was over, he ended the stream, grinning to himself.  He hadn’t meant to show off his body in such a way, but it was funny to know that even with him hardly doing anything but be himself they still lost their shit.

Glancing around at his garden, he felt himself swell with a mild sense of pride.  He was still a ways off from seeing any fruits of his labour (literally), but it made him feel good knowing he did something with his time at home, instead of slipping further into his mind which wasn’t always the kindest to him.

Ashton realized that when he was gardening, it was similar to songwriting in a way where all of his self doubts and fears went away and he could just pour himself into it - the reward being well worth the risk in the end.

Once his shower was done, he sat outside in his backyard, sipping his lemonade and enjoying the sunshine - realizing that having to stay home wasn’t all too bad, if it meant he could reset his mind, and do some small part to help how he could during that time.

tag list:  @haikucal​ @talkfastromance4​ @softbabiestan​ @boyfriend-cal​ @calum-uncrowned​ @wildflowerirwin​ @irwindoll​ @gosh-im-short​  @thesubtweeter​ @heavenisapeach​ @ridingcthood​ @loveroflrh​ @mantlereid​ @inlovehoodx​ @irwinkitten​ @n-ctarinenga​​ @g-l-pierce​ @thecurlsofgod​

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin blurb #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin fanfiction #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #boomer!ash

[spriteandnicotine]

Sweater Weather

A/N: It is official that August is national I Love Ukai Keishin Month for me. Forgive me in advance because my smooth brain has the attention span of a goldfish. Obviously doing this for the Haikyuu-Creations Monthly Prompt Event, which you can still enter here! (insert link) I also would like to thank @hairbleachwhore @revasserium and @cherryonigiri for being my beta readers. It’s also been a while but I’m doing alright I promise.

Prompt: As the chilly weather rolls in, A notices that B is shivering. A can’t help but take both of B’s hands into the long sleeves of A’s sweater to warm them up. “It’s too cold, huh? Do you want my sweater?”/”Are you cold? Can I hold your hands to warm you up?”

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: A little under 1.3K <3

With a pumpkin spice latte in one hand and an ice cold bottle of water in the other; you make your way down the block towards your boyfriend, Ukai Keishin’s apartment.

The weather outside is cool and the light from the sun is disappearing behind the tree line. The wind starts to pick up, causing goosebumps to rise along your exposed arms.

You reach the apartment just as the sensation of pins and needles prickle the hand holding the bottle of water. Releasing one finger from the grip around the latte, you ring the doorbell. Not even a minute passes before Ukai appears before you, wearing a white and black knit striped sweater. 

You pass him the latte and give him a kiss before the two of you move onto the couch. In order to compensate for the chilled hand, you decide to slide it underneath your thigh. 

“Babe, are you cold?” Ukai asks, staring at the goosebumps on your arms. 

Not wanting to concern him, you simply shake your head no, but at that same moment a chill runs down your spine from the AC kicking on right above you, and your teeth begin to chatter. 

“Okay, obviously you’re cold. Maybe my sweater and a blanket will keep the both of us warm. I will cook you some ramen as well if you would like,” as he finishes saying this, he slowly lifts his sweater up over his head and signals for you to hold your arms up.

Once his soft, bare chest is revealed, he grabs your arm and holds it up in the air, while you take the water bottle from your other hand and set it to the side before lifting that arm as well, while he grabs the sweater and slides it over your shivering body.

He then disappears into his bedroom and returns moments later with a Karasuno blanket he received last year when the boys graduated. They made it by tying knots with black, blue and orange fabric together until it was a cohesive piece. 

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, getting ready to binge watch Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime, which is normal for a night in with your boyfriend. 

He’s been getting more into vaping as of recent, trying to quit smoking cigarettes because they are finally beginning to affect his lung function. As the show plays and you cuddle into him, a cloud of vapor floats the aroma of pink lemonade up your nostrils. You take a drink of water in an attempt to quench your thirst.

Once done drinking, you sit up a little bit and wrap your hands around his neck, causing him to shiver from the cold one that was holding the water bottle. He grabs the cool hand and takes it in his. 

“Babe, your hands are so cold, let me warm them up with mine, please?” he asks sweetly.

You can’t help but melt into his embrace, using your other hand to trace lines up and down his chest, savoring the smooth skin beneath your fingertips. 

Once your hand is warmer, you snake your right arm around his back, while placing your left hand on his sternum. He wraps an arm around your body, resting his hand on your shoulder. You lay your head on him, allowing him to lightly tug at your hair while drinking in his scent.

He takes another hit from his vape and the two of you hang out for the rest of the evening, eventually eating ramen together and having some snacks while watching TV. He makes sure that you know he appreciates bringing him the pumpkin spice latte. It’s one of his favorites. He even got a picture of it tattooed on his arm in attempts to cheer you up one day. 

He also recently began stretching his ears, and as of right now they were big enough to stick a pinky finger through. The most comforting thing, though, is just listening to him talk, whether it be something serious or just something random he couldn’t get out of his head.

Your favorite thing to listen to him do is sing. He really enjoys rock music in general, and the two of you go to concerts, the majority of them playing in the fall. The next date you have officially planned out is going to the apple orchard and creating home-made apple pie and apple cider to share with his relatives.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asks, moving just enough to kiss your forehead.

You look into his eyes to show him you are paying attention.

“You know I love our Netflix parties, but I really love our Karaoke dates. Would you be down to sing a few duets?” he asks, pausing the TV mid-question.

He switches over to the channel the karaoke machine is attached to, and starts up the Elvis Presley song “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” He takes the mic in his right hand and softly begins to sing, and you join in to make beautiful harmonies with him. 

As the song comes to a close, you can hear a knocking coming from the door. Ukai stands up and starts to walk over, still shirtless.

“Babe, put a shirt on!” you say quietly, yet sternly.

He runs to the bedroom and comes back moments later, the knocking proceeding to become even louder. Suddenly, his phone begins to ring, and the caller ID shows that Hinata is calling. The pieces come together, and Ukai opens the front door, allowing a visibly cold red-head into the apartment.

“Hinata, what’s going on?” he asks.

“M-my house is too far f-f-for me to walk and it-t started to rain and get cold outside. Do you m-m-mind if I stay here until my parents can c-c-c-come and get me?” he asks. 

You take the blanket from around your body and lay it against the top of the couch. Ukai takes a towel from the bathroom closet and hands it to Hinata so he can remove the cold water particles from his hair. He then goes back into his bedroom and grabs a fresh change of clothes, handing them over to the sopping wet high schooler, and then points to the bathroom so he can change.

You aren’t even upset that date night ended this way. It just shows how much he cares for the students he coaches, even if he doesn’t like to make it known. Hinata comes back from the bathroom with his wet clothes in hand, and Ukai takes them and slides them into the dryer in an attempt to get the rain water out of his clothes before he has to leave.

You stand up and as the red-head stares at you, you become a bit self-conscious, knowing the sweater doesn’t necessarily match the rest of your outfit. You make your way over to the stove and pour some milk into a saucepan. 

You then grab some hot cocoa mix from the cabinet and mix it throughout the milk as it begins to heat up. 

“So Coach, this is your girlfriend you talk so much about huh?” the kid asks, and the heat rises immediately to your cheeks.

“Well, about that,” he starts, digging into his pocket and fishing a small black box out of his pocket. 

“Y/N we have been together a while now, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life together with you… wanna get married?” 

Tears well up in your eyes and you nod your head, managing to choke out a, “Yes,” between your happy sobs. 

Hinata’s parents show up shortly after he finishes his hot cocoa, and once he is gone the two of you move to the bedroom to celebrate. 

Taglist: @tamcitrus @strawbirb @onthe-virge @mira-astralis

#haikyuucreations #spritewrites #ukai fluff #fluff #ukai #haikyuu #haikyu #hq

[eddieeatsass]

Hey, this isn’t a prompt, but I was wondering how you find your prompt lists or if you could maybe link a few of your favourites for me? I try searching it but all I ever find is the focus that spawn from the lists and no actual lists😕

Hello Anon! So, I only recently started reblogging prompt lists. The most recent one on my blog I made myself, but in searching for inspo for that, I came to the same conclusion as you, they can be hard to track down!

@whatdidisayhoney reblogs a lot of prompt lists, and he helped me compile this list, so his blog might be a good place to find some more in the future. I hope it helps!

- This Whole Blog

- Ways to say ‘I Love You’

- Spicy Dialogue

- General Fluff & Angst

- This Human’s ‘Writing Prompt’ tag has Loads of that Good Good

- A “Doggone” Good One

- 50 Types of Kisses

- 50 Cliche Tropes and Prompts

- A Little Angst, A Little Horror

- Fluff for the Soft-Hearted

- Some Fluff and Some Lemon

- Lots of Lemonade

- This Blog is a Blessing

- Thanksgiving!

- Christmas!

- Another Christmas

- Holy Crap There Are So Many Christmas Prompts

- Halloween!

- More Halloween Because It’s My Fave Holiday and I Do What I Want

- Valentine’s Day!

- I Think I’m Gonna Marry You

- Just Some Friendly Neighbors

- And They Were Roommates! (Oh My God They Were Roommates)

- A Final Attempt At Quenching Your Thirst

#prompt list #prompt lists #fanfiction prompts #fanfic prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt list #fanfiction prompt list #fluff prompts #lemon prompts #smut prompts #angst prompts #my posts #ask

[falloutdialogue]

Deezer and Companions

Deezer is a Mister Handy found in Covenant. He makes Deezer's Lemonade (which he is very enthusiastic about,) a drink with a secret recipe that more than likely doesn’t include lemons. He’ll give the player one can for free every in-game day. Every companion but X6-88 and Dogmeat will talk to Deezer; they’ll make a comment upon seeing him, then approach and have a short conversation.

Cait: Is that a robot... sellin' drinks? Codsworth: Ah, a fellow Mister Handy. Curie: Oh, it is a Mr. Handy. Danse: That machine appears to be selling something. Deacon: Let me try something. Hancock: Christ. This thing. MacCready: Another robot drink vendor? Hope this one doesn't just sell noodles. Piper: Huh. What's this guy up to? Preston: What's going on here? Strong: Humans always drinking. Makes them weak. Valentine: Well, look who it is.

Cait: Oi! Tin can. What do ya have on tap? Deezer: Why, nothing but the most refreshing, delicious lemonade you've ever tasted! Cait: Lemonade? Does it have whisky in it or somethin'? Deezer: There are no alcoholic additives or artifical preservatives of any kind! Only good old-fashioned cold refreshment! Cait: Yuck. You know what, I think I'll pass.

Codsworth: Hello there, chap. Good to see another of General Atomic's finest still eager to serve. Deezer: And a good day to you too, Sir! Can I interest you in a refreshing glass of Deezer’s Lemonaid? Codsworth: Don't be daft, you know I can't use the stuff. Deezer: No discrimination here. Everyone benefits from Deezer's Lemonade. Get yours today while supplies last. Codsworth: A pity. It appears Deezer's programming is too severe to allow for normal conversation. Ah well.

Curie: What is your function? Deezer: Don't be the last person on the block to try fabulous Deezer's Lemonade. Curie: Lemonade, truly? But I see no lemons. Deezer: The secret recipe is a tightly guarded secret. But here, try a complimentary beverage. Curie: He is very odd, no?

Danse: Unidentified Mister Handy unit... state your identification and your intention please. Deezer: The name is Deezer, and my intention is to provide you with the ultimate refreshment experience, Deezer's Lemonade! Danse: You're obviously malfunctioning. I suggest you report to a maintenance center as soon as possible. Deezer: Pardon me, sergeant/airman/petty officer/insert rank here... but you're mistaken. I'm simply here to quench your thirst! Danse: Oh, never mind.

Deacon: Override code. Gamma 3 Delta Tango Cinnamon. Deezer: Psst. Hey, mister. Do you want a cold delicious... lemonade? Deacon: Command override. Vocal audio House, Robert. "Access core programming." Deezer: You're really missing out. Enjoy a longer, healthier life with: Deezer's Lemonade. Deacon: Ah, too bad. I won those codes in a poker game once. Hasn't worked yet. [The code is a reference to Robert House]

Hancock: Hey robot. You get your liquor license yet? Deezer: Deezer's lemonade has fewer rads and more flavor! Hancock: Rad intake ain't exactly high on my list of concerns these days. You got any booze? Deezer: Your feedback is important to us. Please lodge any complaints with our customer service department. Me! Hancock: Oh, I'm about to lodge something.

MacCready: Hey there. What's on the menu? Deezer: Why, Deezer's Lemonade of course! It's the most thirst-quenching drink in the Commonwealth! MacCready: Aaaand? Deezer: And... I certainly hope you'll have a glass. It's amazingly refreshing, sir! MacCready: Sigh. Doesn't anyone program normal robot bartenders anymore?

Piper: Hey there, buddy. You lost? Deezer: No way! I'm selling Deezer's lemonade. Best lemonade in Covenant, three years running! Piper: Uh, lemonade? Doesn't that require... lemons? Deezer: Our secret recipe makes every glass of Deezer's a refreshment to remember. Piper: So I'm going to take that as a "no."

Preston: So, what... you selling drinks? Deezer: Yes, indeed! Known far and wide as the best lemonade in Covenant! Preston: Hmm, why not? I'll take one. Deezer: Excellent! Enjoy!  Preston: [disgusted] Hmm, uh... whew. So that's lemonade. Always wondered. Now I know.

Strong: Metal man? Why is metal man here? Deezer: Do you like lemonade my dear green goliath? It's the freshest of Deezer's latest batch. Strong: What is lemon-aid? Deezer: Hmm. A cultural barrier I see. Just trust me; it’s a marvelous elixir made with Deezer’s own secret ingredient. Strong: Looks like piss. Tastes like piss.

Valentine: Hey Deezer. How's business? Deezer: Business is booming for the most popular lemonade in Covenant. Valentine: Well, good for you. Still haven't poisoned anyone? Deezer: Any recent illnesses cannot be directly attributed to Deezer's lemonade. Valentine: That's the spirit.

#fallout #fallout 4 #deezer #fallout 4 deezer #Covenant #fallout dialogue #companions #fallout 4 companions #cait #codsworth #curie #strong #valentine #nick valentine #maccready #piper #deacon #hancock #danse

[problemsofabooknerd]

My Personal Sexuality Journey

Pride Day 6!

Check out the intro to my Pride project here.

For the past few days, I have mainly been discussing books on this blog. Which is, hey, the topic of the blog so that makes sense! But today I want to get a bit more personal. I identify as a lesbian, but that has not always been the case, so today we’re going to get into the nitty gritty of my sexuality journey. It’s... long.So, I hope you’re all ready. 

So, to begin with, I am not one of those “well, I’ve just always known” sort of people when it comes to being hella queer. I grew up in a hyper-religious area in Utah, and we were not exposed to a lot of queer content in any variety. My parents were always cool with The Gays, but it wasn’t a topic that was really openly discussed. I think Glee was possibly my first exposure to a visibly queer character, and that show started when I was in high school. So, basically, I didn’t have any inklings I might not be straight until college. But first, let’s go back to high school a bit.

When I was a junior in high school I managed to nab a boyfriend for about a minute and a half. The thing about being attracted to girls when you don’t really know that’s an option is that, at least in my experience, you start to assume attraction must just feel like ah, I would very much like to be friends with that person. This is probably what a crush is. I’m not saying that’s not an authentic way to crush, because I definitely think it is, but when I was young and sure of my heterosexuality, I rationalized that the desire for friendship and hanging out was actually me wanting a relationship. 

I hung out with lots of guys in high school. They were cool, awkward, nerdy guys and I liked being friends with them. I also knew they liked me, so I was willing to go on dates or to dances should one of them ask.Which is how I wound up with my high school boyfriend. He was sweet, we shared a sense of humor, and I loved being around him. Shockingly, it was whenever he wanted to move past friendship activities that I felt stifled and uncomfortable. I didn’t understand what it was at the time, that fear or that resistance, but I knew that I couldn’t continue forwards in a relationship. I ended it, frustrated because I felt like I was losing a close friend rather than a romantic partner. It was a ridiculously confusing and frustrating time all around.

After high school, I went on a date with a friend’s cousin. He was what I perceived as my type, awkward and nerdy, and I knew he liked me. We went to his place after dinner and he tried to make out with me while I argued that he was missing important plot points of the first episode of Sherlock. He was shoving his tongue in my mouth and I was upset because they were dropping hints on screen that would be revealed later and oh my god when they break down the mystery at the end you are going to be so confused.

So.... that was one of the gayer situations of my gay life.

In college, I moved out of Utah and across the country to New Jersey where I attended an exceedingly queer liberal arts college. The new friends I was making were - at least I assumed at the time - the first gay people I had ever met. This later turned out to be absurd, as I’m not the only person at my high school who has since come out. But here they all were! Queer, vibrant, and proud. And I was so excited to be a part of a world where you could be who you are, even though I knew I was definitely, absolutely, without question the Straightest™ person I knew. 

Cut to me meeting a girl my second day of orientation. Cut to me suddenly being thrust into a friendship a lot more intense than any other friendship I had been a part of. Cut to the end of Freshman year.

My second year, I became roommates with The Girl. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll stop being all weird and secretive. Most of you know I fell for my roommate, and that her name was Janel. But my college self, who was confused by attraction and by what the intensity of certain feelings towards people meant, had no idea. 

Despite the fact that the people around me were telling me that what I was describing was clearly romantic, I didn’t want to admit to myself they might be onto something. I was even confronted a few times about how I identified at school. Here I was, this girl with short hair who was super close to her roommate. Like, we held hands. It was, um, super gay. It was super, super gay and I wouldn’t talk about it.

 I knew I might want to kiss her. I also knew I didn’t want to be one of Those Girls that makes out with their queer friend and then backs out immediately. 

See, because the thing was, I knew she wasn’t straight. And that added whole other levels to the situation. I knew if I kissed her she wouldn’t mind. And that was a big, open possibility that scared me right to the back of the questioning closet. 

What if I kiss her and I don’t feel anything?

What if she wants to kiss me back and I hurt her?

What does it mean if I want to kiss her?

What if I kiss her and I do feel something?

Am I gay?

Am I bi?

Is it just her?

What if I hurt her what if I hurt her what if i hurt her?

That’s basically the first semester of sophomore year in a nutshell. And then, one night, things reached a tipping point of sorts. We were playing Friends trivia and drinking absolutely foul sweet tea vodka and lemonade. We were beyond drunk, and when she asked how I would feel about her kissing me, I said she should.

When I woke up the next day, I was scared. And I panicked. Because it had definitely meant something, but that meant I wasn’t straight. And I didn’t know how to deal with a self that wasn’t straight. I had no blueprint for that, so I said it didn’t mean anything. And I hurt her.

The thing is, I always take time coming to terms with things. I’m not necessarily scared of change, but I’m scared of becoming someone new. Because I don’t know that person, and I’m intimidated by people I don’t already know. I’m scared of telling others the ways I have changed, and forcing them to relearn me. It feels like a process, changing part of your identity, and that process was too big to conceptualize. So I made bad choices, I ran, and I spent a month and a half of winter break trying to decide who I was.

When I came back to school, I felt like I had a new version of myself I could live with. My personal identity, the words I used, they didn’t matter. What mattered is that I loved her, and I wanted to be with her. Thus began the portion of my life where I identified as idk I guess I’m just attracted to pretty people. I think I stole that one from Orange is the New Black, probably because that show is terrified of saying the word B-I-S-E-X-U-A-L. Shhh, don’t let the showrunners know that it’s real and out there!

After a while, I got into the bi pride side of tumblr. It vibed with me and how I felt about myself. Part of being able to accept my same gender attraction came from Korrasami - two bi girls who fell for each other in Legend of Korra. It came from reading miles of Dean Winchester is bi meta. And finally, after a few months, I was able to accept that label for myself. I had a boyfriend in high school and I thought David Tennant was pretty, which meant of course I still had to fit my relationships with men somewhere into my sexuality. I was bisexual, and I wore that word with pride.

It took a really long time to not identify as bi anymore. I mean, when I semi-came out to my grandmother I was still using the word “bisexual” to describe myself. I wouldn’t tell anyone else that word, anyone but Janel, but it felt like maybe it was a place for me to meet in the middle. To still know myself, but to know myself better. I could be the person I was, but I could also be someone new.

For a while on YouTube I was like ~undercover gay~. Like, in a “everyone knows” way but also in an “I don’t talk about it” way. My family watched my channel, and I wasn’t ready for that conversation. I adored my girlfriend, but there was still this constant underlying terror that I would hurt everyone around me if I changed again. If I told my family my identity, and it changed, I didn’t know how anyone would be able to deal with it. I didn’t know if I would be able to deal with it. 

I was also terrified of the word “lesbian”, but like that’s a whole other list of internal shit I don’t want to get in to because this post is long enough as it is. 

When I finally started to use the word “gay”, it felt like a step in the right direction. But it was also a tiptoe. I said it, terrified people would come out of the woodwork asking about my past relationships and interest in men. That they would confront me for thirst posting about popular tumblr dudes on my fandom blog. I whispered the word and it maybe felt right, it maybe felt like a little zing in my chest, but it also felt like leaving a part of myself behind. Maybe a part I wasn’t comfortable with and never had been, but still this definite chunk of who I had been was just no longer a part of how I was identifying myself.

And that’s fucking terrifying. 

Gradually, lesbian became my word. It became a word that encapsulated why I never felt fully comfortable around men. Why I didn’t want relationships with them. It became an affirmation for the fact that I had always had an underlying attraction to women. I felt more confident when I saw Willow Rosenberg, a girl who had a boyfriend in high school, identify confidently as a lesbian in college. Because that was my story and it was ok for that to be my word. It helped me feel more confident in my attraction to women in general, and in that confidence I was able to recognize a difference in how I felt about men.

My sexuality journey was long, and it was difficult. It involved trying things that were scary, and stepping out of a self I knew to find a self I loved so much more. The confidence I found in grasping and being able to explain new parts of my identity made me happier and stronger than I had ever been in my life. Lesbian is my word. I use gay, I use queer. They are all me. But when I walked at Pride this year, it was a lesbian flag I had pinned on. Because it encapsulates me and makes me feel safe.

It makes me feel proud.

Now, real fast at the end here, a couple of notes. Bisexual was a stepping stone word for me, but that doesn’t mean it’s a stepping stone sexuality. It was a word I needed to help me figure out who I was, but that does not remotely encapsulate what being bisexual is. I have known girls who used lesbian and then knew that the word bisexual was more theirs. I have seen people who always knew that bisexual was their word. So I am in no way putting my experiencing of identifying as a person with multiple gender attraction on some kind of all-around temporary status. Bisexual peeps, your word is valid and so are you.

Also, my word doesn’t mean I eliminate trans folks. The word lesbian includes trans women, and I’m not here to have an asinine argument with anyone about that. Just putting it out there.

This was a long one, but sexuality is so goddamn difficult and it took years for me to start to learn about myself. And I’m still learning. Maybe I’ll find a new word someday that fits like a glove, and that will be scary but it will also be okay. And if you don’t have your word yet, and maybe you don’t want a word, that’s okay too. The most important thing is finding a way to be happy with yourself, whatever way you choose to package it. It’s about doing research, trying scary things, and maybe feeling like you can find a way to know yourself a little better one day at a time. 

Alright, that’s where I am going to wrap up. Thanks so much for reading about my messy process of self discovery, and feel free to share your own stories too - in a reblog or a message. You are all beautiful and your experience is valuable. I’m just here to share a little bit of mine. 

#pride #pride 2018 #coming out #lesbian #queer #lgbtqia+ #about me #my post

[sneck-lemonade]

Corset- Garou x GN!Reader

Not overly NSFW but since its on my NSFW blog I would prefer no minors.

After I wrote it it progressively got more nsfw so def no minors allowed.

I’ll post a more SFW version to @hero--for--fun

@unclegarou here ya go ya simp, content of your man because I can't write King atm

~Lately you’d seen Garou’s eyes wandering, and you were convinced it was because you weren’t as attractive as before. You’d be walking with him and he’d be looking everywhere except at you.

~ You’d tried dressing cute, you tried doing your hair different, you even tried dressing a little bit slutty for him. They worked for a bit, but then he would just lose interest again. UGH WHY IS HE LIKE THIS

~After seeing a new trend on Tiktok you were inspired to try something new. You saw a lot of people putting on corsets and tightening them, and then putting on these leggings that made ya booty POP. The result was a very pleasing curve. You bought the leggings almost immediately.

~You had gotten the corset from Scamazon. A shady site, but it was so cheap and Garou was on your Amazon account and you didn’t want him seeing this. It was gonna be a surprise.

~The second it arrived you threw it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Not much of a difference yet....So you kept tightening it, and tightening it, and tightening it....Until you couldn’t get it any tighter. “Perfect!” You squeaked out before you pulled on a shirt and the leggings. Everything felt fine, and you were excited to show Garou the results!

~Couch Potato was on the couch when you came out the bedroom, and you knew he hadn’t been there five minutes ago. He always came in and out as he pleased, and hopefully in a few hours he was going to be coming in and out of you. Hopefully not on the couch though, he got blood on it last week and hadn’t bothered cleaning it up.

~”Oh Garou~” You sang as you came around the couch. 

~”Hell you want brat, can’t you see I’m busy?” He opened his eyes, a smile already on his face even before he saw you. One look and his eyes bulged out his head. “You.....You uh...:”

~”I’m going out for a bit, you need anything?” You asked, putting a hand on your hip. That felt weird, but you played it off. “Seeing as how your soooo busy.”

~Garou’s already up and heading to the door. “Lets go, where we going?” He’s sharing the braincell with a dog about to go on a walk, and his treat is how nice your ass looks in those leggings.

~Yeah, his eyes are on you alright, along with his hands and lips. However, your keeping those hands off your sides because you want to keep your little secret to yourself for now.

~You two are out and about for about two hours before your body starts to feel weird. Your sides are killing you at this point, and you can’t breathe too well. 

~You were about 30 minutes from the house when your body just gave out, and a surge of pain shot through your side. You collapsed, and Garou lunged to save the eggs before realizing you were falling as well. Two birds in one stone, he got you and the eggs.

~Thats when he felt it.

"Whats is this?" He asked harshly as he began lifting up your shirt.

"Nothing, Garou I'm fi-!"

~One look and you shut up as he carries you into a secluded area nearby and begins inspecting the corset. His silence is heavy, and it says a lot. Its a matter of seconds before he hooks a nail under the lace in the back and cuts it open, causing that modern day torture device to practically shoot off.

~Your entire lower half is covered in bruises, with the most prominent being where the corsets cheap plastic spines had been literally DIGGING into your skin, leaving the most angry marks you'd ever seen. The corsets pattern was actually visible in your flesh as Garou inspected you carefully.

~"Your an idiot." Garou snarled as he yanked your shirt down. He managed to get you and the groceries up.

~You kept quiet the rest of the way home. When you got pulled into a secluded area you wanted it to be so your back could get blown, not your plan!

~Garou won't talk to you on the way back, and he won't let you talk. Whatever going on in his mind is an enigma. Its probably dry wall

~At home he peels off your shirt as gently as he can and lays you on the couch. He's kind enough to toss you a pair of sweatpants too, though not gonna lie, he was really planning on banging you later. Had the corset not been there, you might have gotten some human monster dick.

~Once your situated he flicks your forehead. "Do something stupid again and I'll show you why I'm the human monster." He flicks you again as he starts to walk away. "Any thoughts in that head of yours or are you truly Dummy thick?"

~"......You don't look at me the way you used to.....You.....You haven't looked at me that way until I did this." You can't even bear to look at him, because one look and the tears will happen and you know he's not emotionally capable of comforting you and it'll be awful.

~"Because I have an image to uphold and heroes t-.......If you start crying I'm not go-......Just.....Shit...." Garou put a hand on your shoulder. "Listen kid, I only have the heart eyes for you and the evil eyes for everyone else. I'll work on it, but as I stated before. Any more stupid ideas a-!"

~"Like.....Human Monster sex o-!"

"No. Thats the only stupid idea your allowed to have." Garou held up the leggings. "I'm keeping these for when your better, and if you bring any more of those torture tubes in here I'm leaving."

~The next few days Garou inspects your torso and ensures that your at least healing. He doesn't wanna deal with the hospitals but at the same time you kinda fucked yourself up.

~Sex is off the table until the brusies are gone. He likes to gently run his hands up and down your sides though, thats always nice.

~As promised he does pay more attention to you. He doesn't always mean to lose focus, but his brains a thousand and one places at once and their always dumb places. He's literally one gas station visit away from medically being declared a Chad or Kyle.

~Likes the leggings on you.

~Garou totally dragged you to a cheap doctor so they could lecture you on corset dangers and then dragged you to a lingere store to see how corsets properly go. He also played with a dildo on the counter. Just watched it jump around for like 5 minutes while the woman talked with you.

~He later got banned.

#i made lemonade {general thirst} #garou x reader #garou

[axlcrash]

2, 6, 14, 15, 22 for the music ask?

2. What song are you obsessed with right now?

I cannot say. I’m not the person that sticks to one song/album/genre for a week. I’m always adventuring for new sounds. 

6. What guilty pleasure songs do you listen to often?

I listen to some pre-Saverockandroll Fall Out Boy and MCR for the nostalgia. Hell, I’ll even pop in somebody like Sugar Ray. Damn! That takes me back.

14. What songs instantly make you happy?

Last night I had a dream about you/In this dream I’m dancing right beside you/And it looked like everyone was having fun/the kind of feeling I’ve waited so long

Oh how do I [get of town]/Leave [this guy] hanging around

ほら味方に付けろよ街の群れを/コーラで潤す喉はまたすぐ渇きをみるよ/また求めて貰えたらいいね/どうぞぬるま湯にて風邪をひかれませぬように  

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond/Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé/Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion/Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older/Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long/And/wouldn’t it be nice to live together/In the kind of world where we belong

Literally, the entire record “Since I Left You” by The Avalanches

15. What songs instantly make you sad? 

Nothing hurts them/Nothing gets under their stone skin/And when their earthen mouths will open up/Just what words should come out? but/“We wish we were dead”

But the big red bird that lives under the city/Doesn’t give a damn about me/And it dies every night/By burning alive

With my eyes closed your feet/Sounding like a symphony of strings/You picked me up and whispered “Forever”/Like a secret in my ears/Now…

I’ll scream it until your ears bleed, you’ll always have a friend in me.

In heaven everything’s all right/In heaven everything is fine/In heaven everything’s all right/In heaven everything is fine

Literally, anything Phil Elverum made or learning about his life in general

22. Which song in your library do you think has the best lyrics?

Comedy, now that’s what I call pure comedy/Just waiting until the part where they start to believe/They’re at the center of everything/And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning

#Axl Rambles #Music

[purpleesteban-blog]

My pregnancy and the journey that led us here...

I haven’t really shared such personal thoughts about my pregnancy, and the journey that led us to try to conceive. Every mama’s or woman’s journey is so unique and specific to her life and situation (as well as to the partner’s), and it’s a decision that should only be made by the two who tangoed. When Jaime and I thought “hmm, maybe we should try for a kid”, there were a few deciding factors that ultimately made us both take that leap of faith. Those were:

1) There is really never the “right” time to have a baby. It’s true.

2) Financial situations and statuses can change-sometimes by you, sometimes by life. 

3) We love each other...and have been through enough trials and tribulations in our 5 year relationship that gave us both the faith and established commitment in which to bring a new life into. 

I used to really sweat the things I couldn’t control. I still sometimes do. Now, as I’m entering my 30th week, some of those anxieties are coming back (along with new ones). But I have to remind myself that I’m not in control and need to learn to, for lack of better wording, let life happen. Be present. Enjoy this special time with my first child growing inside me, with my fiancé being able to clearly feel her twists and turns now.   

Being pregnant in the 2nd half of my twenties is something I’d always hoped for, but until recently wasn’t sure would be my reality. A few years ago, I decided to get off the birth control pill. It was not working for my body or my relationship. The mood swings, the weird eating habits, the extra hormones just weren’t agreeing with me. A few months after deciding to get off the pill I had some routine blood work done for a physical check up. When I got the results back, my doctor back then told me I had elevated prolactin levels. What? Like lactation? Yup...the hormone that signals the body to produce milk. I was confused and disappointed. I figured my body needed time to lower these levels as maybe the pill elevated them. I took my health into my hands and created healthier eating habits and changing other lifestyle or environmental factors I thought would help.

Two MRI’s and a few more blood tests later....I still had elevated prolactin levels. Those MRI’s revealed the elevated prolactin levels were caused by a benign pituitary adenoma (don’t worry, not cancerous). But nonetheless I was freaked out and disheartened. I asked my doctor how this could’ve happened...and was told doctors aren’t completely sure how these adenomas form or why prolactin gets elevated but it’s fairly common and “nothing to worry about”. Well, you can’t tell a Capricorn there’s nothing to worry about. There’s always something to worry about!

In addition to having elevated prolactin, I had known from years back that I had a bicornuate uterus. Two things which can make fertility and conception difficult. Two things which really got me down. And two things which factored into my decision to start trying for a baby, because who knows if I will be able to and/or how long the process would take. 

We had started TTC around a year ago, in October. I didn’t find out I was pregnant until mid-May. I had had no obvious symptoms up until the day I took a pregnancy test. I had at least 5 half sandwiches from FireHouse Subs and drank at least 3 lemonades at dinner...my hunger and thirst were insatiable. Oh, and I was two days late (I had been tracking ovulation and menstruation with the Pink Pad app up until then). I had pregnancy tests from before, so thought...well why not. Let’s do it. I did it that night, and while Jaime was taking out Mochi for her last bathroom break before bedtime. In the time he was out, I had enough time to do the pee stick test, wait those super long seconds or minutes, and find a positive. And freak out. I remember when he came back from walking our pup I opened the bathroom door and right away told him to close his eyes (I’m not really good at creative surprises plus I was still shocked) and when he opened them and saw the “+” sign he said “Shut the fuck up!” with the biggest smile on his face.

It took me the longest time to accept that I was really pregnant. For one, I was so convinced I shouldn’t get excited because I was scared I’d miscarry. I know it’s common, and given my medical history and anatomy I almost convinced myself it’d happen to me. But secretly I was overjoyed and extremely humbled. I told my little “sweet pea” to hang in there, because he/she is so wanted. 

My first trimester, and pregnancy in general up until this point, has been relatively smooth sailing. My biggest complaint during the first trimester was fatigue and food aversions. I couldn't be around raw meat and couldn’t open leftovers from tupperware. I was lucky that I had no morning sickness, just occasional queasiness. During my second, I had to remind myself I was pregnant because I had almost no symptoms. Now as I have been in my third for a few weeks now, I can feel my daughter’s growing size and weight, I am more achy, I’ve noticed my sleep gets interrupted by bathroom trips or by discomfort or by bad dreams, and I am becoming a bit more anxious. But I can feel her move so much now, and I fully embrace it. I admire how the human body can carry a growing life inside it, how I can feel so much love and a growing bond to a tiny person I haven’t met yet. I have to learn to give my body more credit and respect because despite whatever odds, it’s growing a human. A super cute human. 

[profoundpaul]

Some of my favorite iced cold beverages

Tuesday, August 7, 2018 Some of my favorite Iced cold beverages for the muggy summer

Do this muggy weather have you stuck indoors? Do you miss going to the movies, traveling, and eating out at your favorite days to eat out restaurant because of the hot and humid weather? Don't fret a lot of people feel the same way. I'm going to mention some of my favorite iced cold beverages that I enjoy drinking when temperatures are in low till upper 90's (heatwave for Connecticut). Some of my readers and fellow bloggers may agree or disagree with my beverages selection. It's cool we all have different ways that we deal with the heat and weather sometimes the storms that come about in this muggy weather.

Sweet Tea When I went to Chattanooga, TN I was schooled by the locals on what the difference was between sweet tea and iced tea. The Tennesseans reminded me that sweet tea has a lot of sugar and iced tea has no sugar. I grew up drinking Lipton tea and all that time I was drinking sweet. I also grew up drinking half and half (half sweet tea and half lemonade). Sweet tea and unsweetened tea is served at all the restaurants. Growing up north we were told that sweet or unsweetened tea is considered ice tea. Us New Englanders know better now. Whether you like sweet tea, half and half or both, this is an excellent beverage to drink during the muggy summer.

Lemonade or Pink Lemonade Whether you like drinking regular lemonade or pink lemonade or both this beverage is awesome for this muggy kind of weather. I really enjoy using ink to match the color of picture image props! 😉 If you ever did work that made you sweat like general labor or janitorial work, then you would understand why drinking lemonade or pink lemonade like they say "hits the spot." People who work in 90 plus degree temperatures find a iced cold beverage like lemonade or pink lemonade to be a thirst quencher.

Root Beer Float Do Root Beer Floats really make great iced cold beverages when the weather is muggy? Of course. The mixture of root beer soda and vanilla ice cream is a wonderful combination to beat the heat when you are stuck indoors. I used to enjoy drinking these a lot growing up during the summer times. It's highly recommended that you go to City Fish Market, Inc and enjoy you some really good fish and chips. After 5PM is when it's not as humid so that's perfect weather temperature wise and then wash the fish and chips down with a big glass of root beer float. Whether you like homemade root beer floats from restaurants or making your own homemade root beer, root beer floats is a good beat the heat beverage to drink.  

Iced Coffee Iced coffee is perhaps one of the most popular beverages to drink to beat the muggy weather. Cumberland Farms have really good iced coffee for .99 any size. I have not had iced coffee in a while. Readers and fellow bloggers whether you like your iced coffee homemade or drinking your iced coffee at a restaurant, it's a thirst quencher!

Strawberry Blueberry Smoothie Smoothies are good for a lot of things. Good to have for breakfast and good for dessert, too. Smoothies make really good beverages to beat the humidity, too. Whether you like your smoothies from restaurants or making your own smoothies, it's a thirst quencher. Strawberry blueberry smoothie is my favorite smoothie that's why I got a pic of that particular smoothie on my blog. You're encouraged to drink your favorite smoothie or smoothies.

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