#i would come over and my mom is making fried rice

[kataiki]

Nothing in this world is as cruel as finding a bag of beef jerky and it's dog treats

#visiting my parents is suffering #i would come over and my mom is making fried rice #and shes like #this is for the dogs #canines are eating better than i am

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Y/N is just an average student at Seoul University but what she doesn’t know is that the person she’s been watching YouTube videos, streams, and having a crush on is the university heartthrob!

♡ Pairing: Gamer! Heartthrob! Jungkook x reader 

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+) 

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, smut, enemies to lovers, secret identity, fan girl, pride and prejudice inspired kind of and angst 

♡ Author's note: I think this might be a mini-series! I was also sick :( so sorry for the lack of response/posting!

“Did you see Jungkook!?”

“Of course I did! He was on the Calvin Klein TikTok page. He knew what he was doing.”

L/N Y/N raised her eyebrow at the two girls and continued her way to her class through the hall. She knew Jungkook was popular and it did help that his whole family was practically famous but to be a Calvin Klein model? That’s wild. 

Y/N is a middle-class student who entered Seoul University with a scholarship known as the Kim Family Scholarship. The brightest and the most talented are selected from all the schools in Korea. She wasn’t at the top of her classes nor did she play any instrument. She was just a simple person, so you can imagine her shocked face when she got it. 

Even now Y/N wasn’t spectacular. She got good grades but there was always someone else doing better. She participated in some sports but she wouldn’t call herself an athlete. She would never become one of the elite students and she was okay with that. Too much pressure.

Jeon Jungkook was the opposite of her. One of the top students (ranking in the legendary seven) and the top athlete, he was the guy that everyone wanted and hated. Yes, he was handsome and intelligent but Y/N didn’t really care about that, he was incredibly rude and selfish. She watched him break up with so many girls and had so many rendezvous around the campus that she wondered if any place was clean. A headache really.

She opened the door to her class and smiled when she saw her friend, Lee Taeyong, waiting for her at the back. Taeyong has been her friend since she was in diapers. They’ve been through everything, Y/N’s first period, Taeyong's ankle surgery, and first heart breaks. Best friends forever.

“Tae!” 

He looked up from his notebook and waved at her, “Y/N.”

She ran towards him unaware of the whispers amongst a certain group of people. She went through her bag and handed him a breakfast sandwich, “Mom made breakfast for us. I also have orange juice.”

Taeyong  pushed his glasses and smiled, “Thanks, my mom was wondering if you were coming over tonight?”

She happily nodded and sat down next to him, “of course I am.”

They continued to talk as Jungkook watched with his full attention. Taehyung let out a small laugh and playfully slapped his shoulder, “Why are you staring at Y/N?”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and looked at him, “She doesn’t belong here.”

“Dude, why are you always on her? She doesn’t even speak to you.”

“She doesn’t take school seriously-”

Namjoon sighed and closed his book, “She passed every test in all her subjects. What more do you want for her?” 

“Not to be her.”

After class, Y/N and Taeyong made their way to the cafeteria. All the students were talking about the legendary seven but all Y/N wanted was her ramen.

The legendary seven, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and shit head (Jeon Jungkook). The top students and the wealthiest, they always mean trouble. She never understood how everyone can talk about them when they have their own problems. She didn’t see a point, she would never have a conversation with them so why would she talk about them? There’s nothing she could add to the conversation. 

Taeyong handed her chopsticks and she smiled, “I’m so excited. I love their ramen.”

“You do know it’s just a convenience store ramen.”

“But it’s free.”

She bowed her head at the worker and happily looked at her ramen making Taeyong laugh, “I want my kimchi fried rice.”

“Share half?”

“If you share half of your ramen.”

“Okay!~.”

The group entered and Jungkook sneered at Y/N who was eating her ramen cheerfully. He glanced at Taeyong who whipped her mouth and he scoffed. Jimin raised his eyebrow and looked at what he was looking at, “what now?”

“Nothing.”

Y/N looked up and saw Jungkook looking at her. She raised her eyebrow and looked behind her to see if there was someone else, but nothing. She looked back and saw Jungkook talking to his friends. She blinked her eyes a couple of times but she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Y/N!~” 

She waved her hand when she saw Kim Yerim running towards her. Yerim or Yeri to her close friends, was Y/N’s other best friend. Yeri met Y/N during high school by accident. Yeri wanted the same drink that Y/N had but sadly it was the last one. Y/N being Y/N bought the drink and gave it to her. Since then, Yeri has been with Y/N. 

Yeri was one of the wealthier students at school. She wasn’t as wealthy as Jungkook but she was wealthy enough to have a good future. Yeri would always make sure Y/N would have new clothes and bags so no one picked on her. Yeri would always defend Y/N against the others, it was sweet but she could take care of herself. 

“Yerrrriii~”

Yeri sat in front of Y/N with her tray, “Did you see the video?”

“Did Kook upload? Did I miss it?”

Yeri let out a small laugh and took her phone, “This is why you should have notifications on for him.” 

She rolled her eyes and saw that he was playing Lethal Company. She smiled to herself and watched for a few seconds before pushing Yeri’s hand, “I need to watch it when I go home.”  

 Taeyong let out a small chuckle, “Don’t you have homework?”

“I can watch and do it…” 

“Not if you get distracted with his voice.”

“Yeriii, leave me alone.” 

Kook is a famous YouTuber/streamer. He had millions of followers and it wasn’t just because he was good at games. So many love him because of his comedy and just his personality in general. Y/N came across him by accident one day and his voice caught her. It was clear that he changed his voice slightly but it still gave her butterflies.

“I was wondering, would you come to a party with me? It’s next week.”

Y/N brother her chopsticks down and raised her eyebrow, "Who's the host?”

“Jimin.”

Y/N scoffed and shook her head, “I don’t want to be there with them. All they do is stare at me and make me feel unwanted here. It’s weird.”

“Really? They're usually really kind…well except Jungkook.”

“Don’t get me started on that shithead. Always glaring at me, what does he have against me? I literally have never talked to him. It’s annoying.” 

Taeyong rubbed her shoulder gently, “don’t get worked up over him. He’s not worth it.”

“I know…it’s just annoying.”

Yeri glanced at Jungkook and the others with a nod, “I would be annoyed. I won’t go then, they don’t deserve our presence.” 

“Irene is having a party. She invited me, we can go to that one.”

Taeyong's eyes lightened up at this and looked at Y/N, “Why didn’t you tell me this!?”

“Because…I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Yeri let out a laugh and pointed her chopsticks at him, “He just wants to see Seulgi.”

“So-So what.”

“It's cute, Tae.” 

Jungkook was on his phone until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Rosé looking at him with a smile. He raised his eyebrow and put his phone down, “What do you want?”

“Is that how you treat your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend. Now what do you want?”

Rosé sighed and leaned back on the bench, “I need you to be my fake boyfriend.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “For fucking what?”

“Tonight, I’m going to my cousin's dinner.”

“Why me?”

“Because I told my aunt we were dating and if she finds out I broke up with you she will be sad. I hate seeing her sad.” 

Jungkook turned his attention to her and crossed his arms over his chest, “First of all, I broke up with you. Second of all, since when are you nice?”

Rosé rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, “Can you just do this for me?”

“Fine. Only once.” 

“Trust me, it’s only going to be once. I can’t stand you.”

Jungkook let out a snicker and nodded his head, “Right back at you, cheater.”

“It’s your fault I cheated on you. You treated me like shit, what did you expect?”

“I treated you like shit? I gave you everything Rosé-”

“If you guys are gonna fight, can you do it outside?”

Jungkook turned to see Yoongi giving him a stern look, making him sigh. He turned to Rosé with an irritated look, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Ditto.”

Jungkook glared at her until she was out of sight. He turned back and Jin shook his head, “How did you date that?”

“It was a fling…”

Taehyung shook his head and finished off his kimchi, “No you liked her, a lot. Why didn’t you tell us she cheated?”

“It wasn’t worth talking about it…I just didn’t want to talk about her.” 

Jimin nodded his head and gave him a soft smile, “At least you're not together.”

“Yeah…” he glanced at Y/N who was now talking to Jaehyun. His eyes widened to see his friend talking to her. They looked like they were having a good conversation because they kept laughing. Jungkook looked back at Hoseok, “When did they become friends?”

Hoseok glanced at Y/N and then back at Jungkook, “I know Jae has been talking to her since high school.” 

“High school?”

“Yeah, they were friends because of Taeyong. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“Jae, can you tell your friend to stop staring at me? It’s annoying.”

Jaehyun turned around and saw Jungkook looking at them. He waved at him and looked back at Y/N, “He’s just weird like that.”

“Eh, are we playing tonight?”

“Yeah, after dinner at Tae’s?”

“Yes sir.”

“See you tonight.”

Y/N watched him leave and she looked back to Yeri who had a smirk, “What?”

“When are you going to fuck him?”

Y/N’s turned into disgust and shook her head, “You're crazy.”  

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“Tae, you didn’t tell me your cousin is coming.” 

Y/N let out a loud groan as she dropped on Taeyong’s bed. He sighed and put his book back on his shelf, “Mom just told me she was coming and apparently she's coming with her boyfriend.” 

“She has a boyfriend? I didn’t know that was possible for her.” 

Taeyong let out a laugh and shook his head, “People can change.” 

“I bet he was rich. You know the richer they are, the more likely they want a girl on their arm.” 

Footsteps were coming up the stairs and Y/N to see Taeyong’s mom looking at her with a smile, “Y/N, did you hear who’s coming?” 

Y/N sat up and nodded her head, “Rosé and her boyfriend.” 

Mrs. Lee nodded her head and clapped her hands excitedly, “I’m so happy she found someone.” 

Taeyong nodded his head and sat in his computer chair, “I’m sure he treats her right.” 

“She told me that he’s from a wealthy family.” 

Y/N glanced at Taeyong giving him a “I told you so” look. She looked at Mrs. Lee, nodding her head with a small smirk, “That’s good for her future. I’m sure she’ll have everything figured out.” 

“I sure hope so. Come down and get ready for dinner.” 

They watched the older woman leave the room with a skip in her step and Y/N looked at Taeyong with a frown, “Rosé...didn’t she break up with her boyfriend.”

Taeyong nodded his head and rubbed his forehead, “Knowing Rosé, she has a scheme.”

Y/N shook her head and looked at the ceiling with a frown, “Your mom doesn’t deserve lies.” 

“Trust me, I know. Let’s go and keep her happy.” 

They made their way downstairs but Y/N stopped in the middle when she met with familiar brown eyes. Jungkook looked at her with surprised eyes and they continued to stare at each other but neither of them said a word. He hated her for whatever reason and she hated him for being a shithead. What’s there to say? She glanced down and saw Rosé holding his hand, so this is the boyfriend. She continued to walk down the stairs and walked past Jungkook who continued to stare at her. 

Jungkook was surprised to see her but he didn’t know why, she was always around Taeyong. Tonight seemed different with her appearance. She looked more elegant with her hair down (she only ever wore ponytails or buns to school) and had a black dress on. She was more poised, something that surprised him. He watched her lean towards Taeyong and they both let out a quiet laugh. He wondered if she would ever laugh with him. He shook his head and glanced at Rosé, “Aunty, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook.” 

Y/N bit her lip from laughing because it was clear that he was uncomfortable. With the way he visibly stiffened at her touch, he didn’t want to be here. Y/N glanced at Jungkook who was looking at Mrs. Lee. She rolled her eyes and turned to walk towards the kitchen with Taeyong next to her, He probably made her think he liked her and wasn’t expecting to get this far with her. How typical of him. 

Jungkook watched the two leave but he couldn’t help but feel judged by them. Every time Y/N looked at him she would lean towards Taeyong. How could she be judgemental? She’s not the same status, why would she judge him? It should be the opposite, that’s what his mother always taught him. “Judge those who are lower than you and question why they are so low? The answer is they don’t have a good work ethic.” 

When Mrs. Lee turned to walk towards the kitchen, Jungkook ripped his hand out of Rosé’s hand, “I told you don’t touch me.”

“That’s not what you were saying before. My aunty looked happy, that’s good.” The two walked towards the rest of them and Rosé glanced at Jungkook, “Also, stop staring at Y/N. I know she’s pretty but now is not the time.”

Jungkook scoffed and glanced at Y/N and then at Rosé, “What?” 

“Y/N, she’s pretty.”

“Anyone can be pretty but not everybody can be beautiful.” 

Rosé raised her eyebrow and grabbed Jungkook’s hand as she looked up at him, “Are you saying she's pretty?” 

“Let’s sit.” 

Y/N sat next to Taeyong as she ate her chicken. She glared at Jungkook, if people wanted to talk amongst themselves they should do quieter, “Anyone can be pretty.” Who is he? The mirror from Snow White. She wishes he was because then she could just break the glass and be done with it. She stopped listening after that part, if she continued to listen to him she would lose more brain cells. Her phone vibrated in her dress pocket and when no one was paying attention, she brought out her phone. 

Did you see it? Kook is hosting a special event! All you have to do is comment on his post and send him a DM and the lucky winner gets to play with him! 

Y/N’s eyes widened and she tapped Taeyong’s thigh. He looked at her with a curious look and she glanced down. Taeyong eyes landed on the message and he looked back at her, “Are you going to do it”

“Of course I am. This is the only chance I get to speak to him.” 

“I hope you win then.”

“Don’t tell Yeri that.” 

Jungkook was annoyed that Rosé kept touching him but he knew had to be an actor tonight. He smiled at Mrs. Lee who placed more rice on his plate, “Rosé told me that you guys met at the library. That’s really sweet.” 

Lie. They met during a party and he fucked her in a bathroom. Not sweet but he knew Rosé was a good liar. He looked at Mrs. Lee and nodded his head, “She couldn’t reach for a book, I was there to help her.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and glanced at Taeyong, “He really sucks at lying.” 

“Don’t ruin our show.” 

“You are tall, do you play basketball?”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I play basketball, soccer, and baseball.” 

“Oh, wow. All-rounder, good pick Rosé.” 

“Thank you, Aunty.” 

After dinner, Y/N was the first to leave. She was walking out when she saw Jungkook and Rosé come out of the side door. Her eyes widened and she hid in a bush, curiosity was going to kill the cat tonight. 

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and pulled her hand out of his, “No problem. Now what do I get out of this?” 

Rosé sighed and rolled her eyes, “What do you want?”

“I want you to leave me alone.”

Rosé let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Don’t ask me twice. After how you treated me.” 

Y/N nodded her head and looked at Jungkook, I knew it.

Jungkook scoffed, “You can continue thinking that. I have to go home.” Jungkook turned around and started walking towards his car but stopped when he heard, “Don’t forget what I said about Y/N.”

Jungkook glanced at Rosé and glared at her, “It’s my life. Stay out of it.” 

“Anyone can become beautiful if you give them the chance too.” 

Jungkook unlocked his car and got into it. Y/N watched him drive away and she raised her eyebrow, What the hell was that about? 

Yeri and Y/N sat on Taeyong’s bed with nervous looks. Y/N glanced at her phone and then at Yeri, “You do it first.” 

Yeri shook her head and pointed at Y/N, “You’ve been his fan longer. You do it first.” 

Taeyong rolled his eyes and turned towards them with his book in his lap now, “Just do it. The worst thing that can happen is that he doesn’t respond.” 

“Don’t say that because that means it's going to happen!” 

Y/N sighed but her phone vibrated and she raised her eyebrow, “Jaehyun?” She opened her messages and she smiled to herself. 

You cheated last night, I want a rematch 

It’s not my fault you're a loser! ;p 

I’m the one that showed you the game >:( 

Fine, rematch tonight 

I’ll win this time!!! 

“Are you texting Jaehyun?”

Y/N looked over her phone and nodded her head at Yeri, “Stop with that look. We’re friends.” 

“You can be so much more.”

“Taeyong, can you-”

“No, Y/N. You do it.” 

Y/N sighed and clicked on Kook’s Instagram. He doesn’t really post and when he does it’s just his computer setup or even just his day. There were no pictures of himself but Y/N knows he’s handsome, he has to be. With the way he laughs in his streams and how he goes to cafes, he’s literally the perfect guy for her. 

She sighed and looked up at Yeri, “I’m going to do it.” 

“You're bluffing!” 

“No, I’m doing it. Let’s get it over with.” Y/N clicked on the most recent picture and liked it (something she doesn’t do because it makes her feel shy). Then she clicked the small bubble sending a message, “Event...sorry this is so awkward. Thank you for posting, it makes me happy : ) .” 

Y/N tossed her phone and hid her face in her hands, “I did it! But omg I feel like I’m going to get sick. Yeri you do it.” 

“Oh, I did it yesterday.” 

Y/N removed her hands and glared at her, “We were supposed to do it together!” 

“I lied.” 

Jungkook was in his gamer room and was staring at his DM’s. It wasn’t until his eyes landed on a familiar face. He felt weird but he clicked on her profile ignoring his heart beating faster. “Y/N_Cupcake. How interesting.” He went through her profile and he felt a smile appear but he quickly shook his head. Stop feeling that way towards her. 

Y/N went to get a book from the Library when she heard snickers behind her. She turned her head to see it was Jessica and her goons. They would always bully the scholarship kids because why not? They were sad and just looking for an outlet. She rolled her eyes and continued making her way to the tall building. She ignored the footsteps but couldn’t anymore when one of them grabbed her backpack, pulling her back. 

“Going to the library because you can’t afford the books.” 

“We can easily get the books, makes things easier.”

Y/N nodded her head and gave them a blank look, “I’m sure it does. Having access to books makes things easier, what a privilege you have.” 

Jessica raised her eyebrow and poked at Y/N’s shoulder harshly, “Are you pestering me?” 

“I’m simply agreeing with you. That’s what you want, right? For me to know that you're richer and how I’m beneath you. I’m giving you the attention that is clear you are craving for.” 

“What did-”

“Jessica, at least she knows how to read. You should read the books you can easily buy.” 

Y/N looked over Jessica’s shoulder and she raised her eyebrow to see Jungkook. He stood there in his simple black shirt and his tattoos on full display. She glanced at Jessica and pushed her finger away, “Now, I have to go read. I hope you enjoy the books that you can purchase while I have to go to the dusty library. Oh, I hope there’s someone to save me from the dust.” 

Y/N turned around and started walking away as Jungkook couldn’t help himself to let out a small chuckle. Jungkook looked at Jessica and smirked, “You heard her, she needs someone to save her.” 

He walked past the girls leaving Jessica in shock. She turned towards her friends with a shocked face, “Is Jungkook dating her!?” 

“I’m not sure, the last I heard he was dating Rosé.”

“She's a homewrecker then. Girls, we have a busy day ahead of us.” 

Y/N heard footsteps and turned around with an annoyed look expecting to see Jessica but it turned to confusion, “Jungkook? Are you following me?” 

“I-I wouldn’t say following you.” 

“Then what do you call this? I have never seen you in the library but today of all days you're going.” 

Jungkook nodded his head and put his hands in his pocket, “It’s quiet.”

“Especially when you're alone.” 

“Yes, I agree.” 

She glanced to the side and gave him a small smirk, “Even those who aren’t beautiful would agree with you.” Jungkook's face fell as she let out a small laugh and she turned around but before she left his sight she glanced at him over her shoulder, “When you're talking about someone and they're in the room, next time, be quieter.” 

Y/N continued to walk and she smiled to herself when she heard no footsteps behind her. She continued to walk away as Jungkook watched her leave his sight. He let out a laugh and shook his head, “Full of surprises...” 

Y/N entered the library and she waved at Jaehyun. She happily walked up to him and glanced at all the books, “Big test coming up?” 

“It’s all for biology.”

She looked between the books and at him with a confused look, “I thought you owned these books already? Why are you at the library?” 

“To have the chance to be in your presence.” 

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Shut up. Did your brother take them?” 

“Yeah, so here I am. What are you here for?” 

“I need to do some research for my literature class.” 

“Boring.”

Y/N glanced out the window and she watched Jungkook talking to Taehynug. She looked back at Jaehyun with an interested look, “Your friends with Jungkook?” 

“I wouldn’t say friends...acquaintances really.”

She raised her eyebrow at this, “Acquaintances? You're a good guy, how could anyone be acquainted with you?” 

Jaehyun let out a small laugh, “He just doesn’t like me because I was talking to Rosé.”

“Talking?”

“I had a project with Rosé and he didn’t like that I was talking to her. He even punched me.” 

Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head, “He punched you for trying to do homework. How...actually it's exactly how I pictured him to be.” 

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and let out a laugh, “It’s nothing really. Can I sit with you?”

“As long as you know the ques to talk to me, then yes.”

“Thank god I do then.” 

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Parties, it wasn’t Y/N’s favorite thing in the world but it did help her get out of the house and out of work. Of course, she loved helping her parents make fried rice but sometimes you just want to get drunk. She smiled at Irene who returned one, Irene was the pretty senior that all the girls wanted to date. Y/N can see why, she was kind and awkward. Adorable. 

Y/N sat on the couch with Taeyong who was drinking his heart out. She frowned at this and rubbed his knee, “I’m sure she's coming. Just be patient.” 

“It’s been too long.”

“Tae, it’s literally been thirty minutes. She’s coming, be patient.” 

Taeyong frowned at her and glanced at her, “Be nice to me.” 

“I am, I’m reassuring you. Liquid courage can help you.” 

Y/N smiled at him and stood up from the couch to get some water. As she made her way, Yeri grabbed her arm, “Did you hear?” 

“What is it?” 

“Jessica has been running her mouth about you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow and let out a snicker, “About what? My boring life is exciting for her?” 

“It’s not boring. It’s comfortable. She’s saying that you're a homewrecker but she won’t say who the couple is.” 

“Do people believe her? The only man I’ve been around is Taeyong and everyone knows he’s in love with Seulgi…we’ll expect for Seulgi.”

Yeri let out a laugh as Y/N smiled but it dropped when she saw who was in front of her. She glanced at Yeri but Yeri didn’t dare to look at her, “Jungkook? I thought you would be at Jimin’s.” 

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and looked at Y/N, “I was at Jimin’s but I wanted to come by. Irene asked me to visit her more, so here I am.” 

Y/N nodded her head at him with a blank look, “Here you are.” 

“Y/N, would you like a drink?” 

Y/N glanced at Yeri who shrugged her shoulders. Y/N looked back at Jungkook but kept her blank stare, “Sure. I was already making my way there until you stopped me.” 

“I’m sorry for stopping you. Yeri are coming?”

Yeri shook her head and let go of Y/N, “I’m going to check on Taeyong. Bye~.” 

Y/N waved at Yeri and then looked back at Jungkook, “Irene has had four parties this month but you come today. Are you sure you're not following me?” 

“Would you be flatter?”

“The opposite...let’s get a drink.” 

They walked through the crowd of people and Junkook placed his hand behind her back. She glanced at him over her shoulder but he kept looking straight. She didn’t push his hand away and she didn’t know why she didn’t. It was quiet between the two and she sighed to herself, “No small talk?” 

“What is there to talk about?” 

“I don’t know. You're the one that invited me to get a drink, shouldn’t you make small talk.” 

Jungkook handed her a cup of water and shrugged his shoulders, “What do you want to talk about?” 

“You can talk about the test we had in math or even lunch. Something.” 

“The math test was easy.” 

“It was.”

Y/N took a sip as Jungkook did the same, “Y/N, I saw you talking to Jaehyun.”

She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head, “Yes, I talk to him once in a while. Why does that bother you?”

“Jaehyun, be careful of him.”

Y/N let out a scoff and took a sip of her water, “Be careful? Shouldn’t I be careful of you?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jaehyun told me. He told me you punched him for talking to Rosé all because he wanted to do his project.” 

Jungkook raised his eyebrow and turned his whole body towards her. She looked up at him and felt like he was a tower next to her, “And you believe that?” 

“I have no reason not to. Jae would never lie to me.”

Jungkook leaned down until his nose touched hers, “There’s always more to the story. Don’t believe just one side.” 

She looked at his lip ring and then at his brown eyes, “Then tell the other side.” 

“Jungkook! Are you ready!?” 

They turned their heads to see Jimin looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Jungkook let out a small cough and gave her a look that Y/N couldn’t read, “You already passed judgment before knowing my side. Isn’t that wrong of you?” 

“It’s really hard not to when I know your character.” 

“Do you really know me?” 

Y/N’s face dropped and she looked away from his stare, “I know enough.” 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye.” 

She felt him leave but she couldn’t rip her eyes off the white wall. She felt embarrassed to be called out like that. He was right but he makes it really hard to be nice. She glanced where he walked off towards her and saw his eyes were already on hers. She didn’t look away from his intense stare, instead, she encouraged it. 

It’s been a week since Jungkook talked to her and she was feeling uneasy. She hasn’t been talking to Jaehyun and her thoughts have been replaying. “Do you really know me?” He seemed hurt by her assumptions and she was surprised to see it. He was rude to a lot of people but here he was, hurt by her words. Who is she to hurt the rich and powerful Jungkook? It actually made her sick that she was called out for her actions. Ashamed...

Y/N shut off the stove and walked out in the front room of her parents' restaurant. She saw her mother reading a letter and she squinted her eyes, “Omma? What is that?” 

“It’s from the landlord...they want us to close the restaurant.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and she shook her head, “What? We’ve been paying every month. How can-”

“Someone wants to buy the restaurant...Appa doesn’t have the money to outbid them.”

Y/N frowned and sat next to her mother, “We’ll figure this out. We always figure it out.” 

She heard the door open and she saw Jungkook standing there with his usual outfit. She glanced at her mother and kissed the side of her head. She stood up and went to greet him with a fake smile, “Welcome-”

“Y/N, I want to talk to you.” 

She glanced at her mother and then back at him, “Now is not the time...”

“It’s important.” 

“Jungkook-”

“Did you say Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook?”

Y/N turned around and nodded her head at her mother, “Yes, omma-”

“Why do you want this restaurant?”

Y/N's face broke and she turned her head slowly at him, “You're buying our restaurant?” 

Jungkook looked at Y/N and shook his head, “I-I had no idea it was yours.”

Y/N let out a forced laugh and shook her head, “You're so rich that you want to buy everything in Korea. Out of everything, you buy my home. Do you hate me so much? What have I done to you? Is this payback because I’m friendly with Jae?” 

“Y/N-”

“No...I don’t want to hear it from you. Actually, I don’t ever want to hear from you again. This whole time I felt ashamed for making judgments on you but they were all right. You are selfish, prideful, and just....I can’t even put into words how much I hate you right now. Get out.”

“Y/N, please listen-”

“Out. Now.” Jungkook nodded his head and took one final glance at Y/N before closing the door. She glared at the glass and shook her head, “Of course it was him...” 

She ran into her room and shut her door. Here she was feeling bad for Jungkook, what an idiot. She fell into her bed and turned on her phone to watch one of Kook’s videos, at least then she would be entertained and not sad. Anything to forget today. 

Jungkook slammed the door making Jin look up in worry, “Is everything okay?”

“My dad's buying Y/N restaurant…”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and glanced at Jimin who shrugged his shoulders. He looked back at Jungkook with a confused look, “Why does it matter to you?”

“Because she hates me…I can’t have her hate me. Not her. Anyone but… her.”

Namjoon stood up and walked towards Jungkook. He placed his hand on his shoulder, “You need to be honest with her and with yourself.”

“Hyung, she hates me…it doesn’t matter how I feel.”

Hoseok stood up and gave him a soft smile, “Yes it does. You can still fix this.”

Jungkook looked at Hoseok and then back at Namjoon, “You’re right. I can fix this.” 

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡

“Y/N, I’m sorry for spreading these rumors.” 

Y/N looked at Taeyong who shrugged his shoulders. Y/N was in the library studying with Taeyong when Jessica came to her. Y/N was ready to fight back with whatever she had but it was the opposite, “Thank you?”

Jessica nodded her head and walked out leaving Y/N confused. She glanced down at the table and was confused. She looked at Taeyong with furrowed eyebrows, “Do you think she’s dying?” 

“Y/N, what?” 

“Well, why else would she apologize?” 

“Maybe she felt bad.”

Y/N let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “I don’t think so...It’s Jessica.” 

“That is true but maybe she saw her wrongs.” 

“Did you see Jungkook?”

“Of course I did...He looks so good at practice.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and harshly closed her book, “He gets praised for being an asshole while I get my house stolen because of his selfish desires.” 

“Y/N, I’m sure everything has a reason.”

“Reason or not, he’s still an asshole. I have to go, your cousin wants me to go to a museum with her.” 

Taeyong raised his eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, “A museum? With Rosé?” 

“I was surprised too but she said she’ll pay for it and that caught my attention.” 

“What is she planning?” 

“I’ll go find out. I’ll text you later.” 

The museum had a special exhibit for the students. She had never been to this museum but since someone else was paying for it, it was time to get cultured. She saw Rosé looking at a piece of art and she awkwardly walked up to her. Rosé turned around and gave her a smile, “Y/N, you're early.” 

“I had to catch the bus, better early than late with city transportation.” 

Rosé let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Well, let’s go look around.”

“Sure.” 

They entered the student pieces and Y/N tried her best to focus on the art. It was awkward with Rosé, there was something in the air and she couldn’t decipher what it was. It made her feel nervous and she hated feeling that. She landed on a picture, it was a silhouette of a woman reading in the sunlight with flowers all around. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could see that she was relaxed and happy. She glanced down to see the name and her eyes widened a bit, In My Dreams by Jeon Jungkook. 

“He knows how to capture a moment doesn’t he...” 

She glanced at Rosé and then back at the picture, “You look relaxed.”

“That’s not me. Can you really not tell who that is?” 

Y/N looked at Rosé and shook her head, “It’s a silhouette. How am I supposed to know?” 

Rosé let out a laugh and shook her head, “It should be called mirror now that you're here.” 

Y/N looked at the picture and she tilted her head, “That can’t be me...Why is your boyfriend taking a picture of me? Is he a pervert?” 

Rosé sighed and glanced at the picture with a small smile, “He took this picture when we broke up...he was looking for his muse and there was you. Reading with the sunlight, it was perfect.” 

“Rosé, why am I here?” 

“Jae isn’t all good...”

Y/N scoffed and looked at Rosé with an annoyed look, “Did Jungkook put you up to this?” 

“No, I saw Jae talking to you and I was worried.” 

“Worried?” 

“Y/N, I cheated on Jungkook with Jae...he promised to love me and only me but Jae left me...”

Y/N frowned at this, “Does that mean Jungkook cheated on you?”

“In a way...there was always one person on his mind. It was never me, I should’ve known but I wanted to hope he could change for me.” 

“That’s horrible of him to do.” 

Rosé let out a laugh and nodded her head, “It is. You want to know who the person was?” 

“It could be Nora, I know she-”

“It was you.” 

Y/N stared at Rosé with a shocked face and then she started laughing, shaking her head, “Probably because he hates me.” 

“The opposite...your scholarship. It’s special you know and Taehyung’s family hands them out.” 

“Yes...why are you bringing this up?” 

“Jungkook read your essay for the scholarship and I think that’s when he fell in love with you.”

“Jungkook, can you read this half?”

Jungkook sighed and leaned back in his chair with an annoyed look. For five hours he’s been helping Taehyung go through these essays. Some were good and some were, and some were funny. He only agreed because he didn’t want to help his dad with paperwork for his work. 

“How much can I read?” 

Taehyung sighed and gave him one essay, “Fine, read this one and you can take a break.”

“Can I play on your computer?”

“I just got it-”

“I can always leave.”

“Fine. Don’t break it or I’ll get yelled at.” 

Jungkook smiled in triumph and took the paper out of his hand. He looked at the paper and saw the name L/N Y/N. Every essay was different, the person could write whatever they wanted. It could be a poem, a story, etc. It just had to showcase how the person’s brain worked. He didn’t think much because so far all the essays were around pages long about their lives and struggles. He wasn’t expecting a poem.

A galaxy with no stars, a map with no direction 

Just a traveler trying to find its safe haven 

“Seek and ye shall find” 

But they never say what will find you

I used to drift away 

Never wanted to stay 

The world was too big for me

But too small for my thoughts 

If I was quiet, I could disappear 

Vanishing from the pain 

Anything to get away 

I hate the lack of control 

But I’m the one to blame 

This nightmare has consumed me 

Everything seems so real 

Even that look in your eyes 

Another day with a new dream 

Steps to enlightenment brightens the way 

But the steps are steep 

Take them one at a time 

If fear paralyzes me then hope is gone  

And this nightmare wins 

There was something with the way the words flowed and it was like he could hear her voice. She was different from all the other essays and he understood how she felt in her poem. He kept rereading the poem and he smiled to himself, it would be dumb to let her go, “I found one.”

“Rosé...why-”

“Jungkook, he tries to be an ass to push people away because he’s scared to lose them. Jae knows this, he likes to toy with him because of it.”

Y/N glanced at the picture and frowned, “I thought they were friends.”

“They were...but Jae knew how to get what he wanted from Jungkook.” Rosé turned towards the picture and frowned, “I knew he was in love with you but I just craved for something...anything really. Jae promised me he would love me and I cheated on Jungkook. I broke him because he trusted me with his secrets and I broke it.”

“Jae...he knew that Jungkook was talking to me. That’s why he wanted to spend time with me, to hurt Jungkook.” 

“When I saw you guys talking in the library, I knew what he was doing and I didn’t want you to become another victim to his game.” 

Y/N looked down at her shoes with shame, “I thought I knew Jungkook and I already had a picture in my head...”

“You knew him through other people but you don’t know him truly. I don’t even know him truly.” 

“I still can’t forgive him for buying my home but I do need to say sorry...” 

Rosé smiled at this and nodded her head, “I can tell you that Jungkook had no say in buying your home. His father makes all the deals but knowing Jungkook he has a plan up his sleeve.” 

Y/N looked up at Rosé with a confused look, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing...we should grab lunch.” 

Y/N sat on Yeri’s bed staring at her Instagram with a blank expression, “Are you sure today is the announcement?” 

Yeri nodded her head and turned to her side to face Y/N, “That’s what his Instagram story said. Maybe you won.”

Y/N scoffed at and lay next to Yeri, “With the way my life is going, I just know I lost.” 

Yeri sighed and looked at her ceiling, “I want you to win because I miss your smile.”

“If I win, I will die from shock.”

“Please not on my sheets, I just washed them.”

Y/N let out a laugh and glanced at Kook’s profile, “how do you think Kook’s personality is?”

“I’m not sure, what about you.”

“I would like to think he’s caring and kind. I bet he’s full of surprises.” 

Just then their phones vibrated and glanced at each other. Yeri smirked at Y/N, “Are you ready to see who won?

“Yeah…whoever you are, I hate you.”

They clicked on the story bubble and Y/N sat straight up in her bed, “Oh my god.”

“Soooo…do you hate yourself?”

That night, Y/N and Yeri watched past videos of Kook. That whole night, Y/N felt her heartbeat and she noticed that Kook felt familiar but she didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she watched him for a while. That’s what she’s telling herself. 

Rosé dragged Y/N and Yeri to the soccer game. Y/N knew why Rosé brought her here and she didn’t know how she felt. She hadn’t seen Jungkook since he was at the restaurant and honestly, it felt like she was seeking out for him. Every time she went to the cafeteria she would hope to catch a glimpse of him but alas nothing. She didn’t know what she wanted to hear from him but she just wanted something from him. 

She watched Jungkook make a goal and she couldn’t stop the smile appearing on her face. Rosé glanced at her and smirked, “You're smiling.” 

“Our team is winning...who wouldn’t be smiling at that?” 

“You because you hate sports but here we are.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and she turned back to be locked on Jungkook, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” 

Jungkook looked into the audience and his eyes landed on Y/N. They both stared at each other until his coach called him and the stare-down was broken. She couldn’t forgive Jungkook for buying her home but deep down, she just wanted him to talk to her. 

After the game, Rosé brought Y/N down to the field and everything felt slow motion. Jungkook walked up to her and Y/N waited for him by the gates. She smiled at him and looked down at her shoes, “Good job at winning.” 

“I felt a boost of confidence when I saw you. You hate sports so it's an honor that you came by.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at him with softness, “I saw your picture...it was beautiful.” 

He stiffed and rubbed the back of his head, “You saw that? What do you think?” 

“I like the flowers. It’s peaceful. What does it mean? The title...” 

Jungkook grabbed Y/N’s hand as they stared at each other with softness, “In my dreams, you're there with me with flowers around us. That’s all I want...”

Y/N glanced down at his lips but then at his doe eyes, “I-I...Jungkook.”

“I know...I just needed you to hear it from me.”

She glanced down at his tattooed hand with a frown, “Jungkook, I’m sorry. I judge you wrongly.” 

“It’s okay at least you know me. That’s all I wanted before it was too late...maybe it is too late.” 

Y/N looked up and felt the warmth left her when he removed his hand, “I-”

“Jungkook, the coach wants us!”

Jungkook glanced and nodded his head at his teammate. He looked back at Y/N and gave her one final smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yea-Yeah, I’ll see you later.” 

Y/N watched him leave and she couldn’t remove her eyes off of his back. She felt sick to her stomach and all she wanted to do was cry on her pillow. Why is life so complicated?

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡

Today was the day that Y/N was going to play a game with Kook. She couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. For years she dreamed about this and it was finally happening. The couple of months have been the worst in her life but now she can forget it for an hour or two. She entered the room for Minecraft (something she thought was strange for him but she ignored it) that Kook sent her. 

She entered the room and she looked at the screen with confusion. She was surrounded by flowers and it looked like someone took out all the trees. It was just flowers until she saw a sign. She walked up to the sign and read it closely, “Y/N, I’m sorry for everything that I have put you through. Please come downstairs.” 

Her mouth dropped, “No fucking way.” She pushed her chair away and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. There was a knock at the door and she knew in hindsight this was pretty suspicious but she knew who it was. She opened the door and he stood there looking at her with his doe eyes, “Kook?”

Jungkook smiled and even with him being soaked from the rain couldn’t stop his smile, “Y/N.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I have so much to tell you.” 

“Sure, my parents are out right now. Come in.” 

They walked in and went to her room to have privacy. They sat on her bed (with Jungkook sitting on a towel) and she couldn’t look him in the eyes. He knew had to make the first move, “Your restaurant is homely.” 

“Thanks, we tried our best. It won’t be ours anymore.” 

“That's what I wanted to tell you.”

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, “What?”

“I bought the restaurant...I’m your landowner and as your new landowner, I request no rent. Just live here and be happy.” 

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “What are you going on about?”

Jungkook turned towards her and grabbed her hands, “My father wanted to make this into a high-class restaurant. I told him he couldn’t do that, I saw potential in it, I told him. He said then it’s all mine or it’s going back to the previous landowner. I bought it because I knew this was your home and I wanted you to be happy.” 

“I-I have no words. You did this for me?”

“I would do anything for you.” 

“Did you tell Jessica to say sorry to me?”

Jungkook let out a laugh and nodded his head, “I did. It was pretty easy to convince her.” 

She smiled and rubbed his knuckles gently, “You picked me for the scholarship...”

“Rosé told you?” 

“She did...she also told me that...she told me that you're in love with me. Kook, I need to hear it from you.”

Jungkook leaned forward and placed his forehead on hers, “I-I’m in love with you...I was a selfish asshole in the beginning because I wanted to push you away. I realized that I couldn’t do that anymore to you nor myself. I love you, L/N Y/N. If you don’t feel the same, then say it.” 

She smiled and looked down. Silence encased around them and he couldn’t help but laugh. She looked back at his face and tilted her head. She gave him a quick kiss, “I feel the same...you were a selfish asshole. I’m glad we can agree on that.” 

He rolled his eyes and pushed some hair behind her ear, “Full of surprises.” 

“You did all this for me and never told me...”

“I was scared to tell you. You hated me, remember.” 

“For good reason.” 

He shook his head and chuckled, “Yes for good reason…can I have permission to kiss you?”

“Permission granted.”

He glanced down at her lips and she smiled at the softness in his eyes. She nodded her head and he leaned forward placing his lips on hers. The rain that was hitting her window became silent and the only thing that they felt was each other. His lips molded against hers with slowness making her head spin from the passion. It wasn’t until she felt his tongue against her lower lip, Oh, Jungkook. She parted her mouth and he made his way inside. He tasted like banana milk with a hint of chocolate, it was addictive. She knew she was in trouble. 

When they pulled apart, their foreheads touched as he pushed some hair away from her face. She placed her hands on top of his and frowned, “You’re hands...they're cold.” 

“I don’t feel cold when I’m with you.” 

She rolled her eyes and admired his face, “Should I warm you up?” 

His eyebrows raised and he was taken aback by her mischievous look, “Can you?”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Jeon?” 

“Always is...especially with you.” 

She gently wiped water from his face, “Careful...you look like you're in love.” 

“Then I’ll get injured. It will be worth it.” 

He brought her into another passionate kiss but it was different from the first kiss. A soft moan slips from her throat and is swallowed by his lips. She clung to him, fingers curling at his gray jacket as he sucked on her tongue. She let out a small whimper when he gently bit her lip. When they parted, she couldn’t look away from him. Jungkook brought up his thumb running against her spit-soaked lower lip, he was captivated by the hazed-out love-drunk look on her face.  

“Do you want to continue?” 

“I would be stupid to say no...and stupid is not what I am.” 

He let out a laugh and pushed up her shirt. She quickly raised her arms and he tossed the black shirt over her head. She let out a small laugh at his eagerness but it was quickly wiped away when she saw the lust in his eyes. She was grateful that she didn’t wear a bra at home. He palmed against her breasts and squeezed them gently before his mouth replaced it. Softly moaning his name as her hands were brushing through his hair. 

His tongue flicked against her sensitive nub making her buck against him. He smirked at the effect he had on her. He gently pushed her on the bed and her head was against her pillows, looking at him with patience. She looked beautiful. Her hair sprawled out with all her little moles begging him to continue. Her stretch marks were his map that he couldn’t help but follow with his fingertips. She was a masterpiece that even he couldn’t afford on a good day. 

“What?” 

He rubbed her stomach gently and shook his head, “Nothing.” 

He gently removed her sweats and was met with a thin fabric. He stared at it for a second before tossing it with her shirt. Y/N felt his hands brushing over her ankles, her knees, and then her thighs while feeling his tongue sliding against her skin. She felt him kiss the inside of her thighs and she looked away with shyness washing over her face. She let out an unsteady breath when she felt his hot breath between her legs. 

“Jung-Jungkook.” She gasped out loud and her head whipped back to look at him. He placed his hands on her hips. 

He looked up and saw her flushed face and he smirked but then realization hit him. Was she inexperienced with this? He was going to show her that all the other guys she was with before were missing out on the greatest masterpiece. 

“Relax, I got you.” 

“Oh fuck...” She was squirming underneath him, the overwhelming sensation was taking over her. “Jung-Jungkook...please.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading for but everything was overwhelming in a good way. 

Suddenly he added a finger and Y/N melted against him. Her fingers were gripping on the sheets and his hair, “I..I...Oh.” She breathed before he added another finger and the sensation of his tongue swirling around her clit was making her go crazy. 

Everything hit her. She was breathing loudly and he watched her face scrunched up. Jungkook slowly moved himself on top of her with a proud smirk. He saw the dazed state she was in and kissed her neck. Tasting the saltness while she was breathing loudly. 

“Are you okay?” 

She glanced at him and brought him into a kiss. He let out a groan when he felt her sucking at the tip of his tongue. She pushed him away and bit her lip, “I need you.”

“Need me for what?” 

She rolled her eyes and unzipped his jacket, tossing it at her pile of clothes. She glanced at his tattoos and gently traced them with her fingertips. She knew many hated his tattoos but she saw it as her map. A map that was filled with adventure and color within her black-and-white life. It was the most beautiful art piece she had ever seen. She was going to keep it from the public the best she could. 

“I need you inside of me.” 

“Can’t argue with that.” 

Jungkook took off his jeans as she leaned towards her nightstand taking out a condom. When he was done, he leaned back on top of her, kissing her slowly while she brushed her hands over his biceps. He slid his hand down the valley of her breast and then cupped her between her legs, making her buck against him, “You ready?” 

“Mmmm....”

He turned them around and she was on top, placing her hands on his chest to push herself up. Her eyes widened at the change but it quickly washed away, “Perfect.” 

“Oh..shit.” He groaned at the feeling and leaned forward nipping at her neck while helping her set a pace. She arched her back, moving up and down. His hands slid towards her ass, grabbing onto the cheeks, pushing himself deeper. 

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore because of the eagerness he had with her. He suddenly grabbed her and slammed himself deeper inside of her. She moaned out his name and held onto him as he quickened his pace. Her nails digging into his tattooed arm. 

“Y-Y/N...shit.” 

Jungkook felt her clenching around him and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Groaning as he came and fell on top of her, both of them breathing loudly. She looked up at him and saw hair sticking to his forehead and she smiled. She pushed the hair and gently traced his face, “I-I love you.”

“I love you more...so much more.” 

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡

“Hey guys, it’s Kook. I’m going to take a small vacation since it’s the holidays but enjoy my top moments of 2023. I’ll see you next year! Happy New Year and drop a like if you laugh.” 

Y/N smiled at her phone and she sat on the couch, “Babe, do you want chicken?” 

“That sounds good.” 

Jungkook came into his living room and tilted his head, “What are you watching?” 

She let out a small laugh and looked up at him with a mischievous look, “My favorite Youtuber...” 

“Well, I hope he knows that I’m your favorite everything.”  

“I guess...” 

It’s been three months since their relationship. Her parents were shocked that she was dating him but after she explained everything to them, they saw him in a different light. Everyone at school was surprised to see Jungkook with someone like Y/N but no one questioned him (except Jessica). 

Rosé and Jaehyun became the new couple of the campus. Rosé didn’t have a choice to be with Jaehyun after the news got out that she cheated on Jungkook. She didn’t want her image to be ruined, so she settled with him. Jaehyun on the other hand was upset that Y/N was with Jungkook. He even tried to fight Jungkook but lost that fight. Jaehyun didn’t love Rosé the way he loved Y/N but Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. 

Taeyong and Yeri hated Jungkook at first but they started to like him slowly. Y/N wanted to tell them what Jungkook had done for her but he wanted to earn their likeness now. Jungkook even helped Taeyong with Seulgi while he helped Yeri with her classes. It was a sweet scene to see. 

Jungkook’s parents were indifferent to her. She was expecting that considering she was normal. Jungkook tried his best to get his parents to like her but she stopped him. It wasn’t worth it. If he loved her that’s what matters. 

Y/N glanced at Jungkook and raised her eyebrow, “What?”

“I can’t admire you?” 

“No...gamer boy. You can’t.”

He leaned forward placing a kiss on her lips, “I’ll always admire you...my favorite masterpiece.” 

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Teach Me?

Feb. Requests - 1

In which Spencer asks the reader for help after he buys a keyboard.

Warnings: Smut!!! Fluff, cute/awkward!Spence, making out, oral sex(m), soft dom!Spencer? Hair pulling?, protected piv sex(be safe y’all), lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s breath shook as he dialed Y/N’s number. He bit his lip before inhaling deeply.

The phone rang twice before Y/N’s sweet voice filled his ears. “Hello?”

The man smiled. “H-hi, Y/N! It’s S-Spencer.” He spoke quickly. “Are you busy?” He asked. He knew she was at work at this moment. She worked at the music store across the street from his favorite coffee shop.

They met when she was getting coffee before having to go to work. Spencer insisted on walking her across the street after they’d talked for thirty minutes.

“Uh… not right now. I do have a kid coming in for a lesson in five minutes, though.” She said. Spence could tell she was smiling.

“I uh…” He cleared his throat. “I had a case the other day a-and then I went out and bought a keyboard because of this little boy that I worked with.” He started off. He wondered if he was talking too much, if he should just get to the point. “Uh… and this was an impulse decision because I don’t actually know how to play any musical instruments. I did try to play the trombone in high school but I got made fun of and-“

Y/N giggled quietly. “Spence, did you want me to stop by when I get off of work? I can teach you to play.”

Spencer smiled at her warm tone. “Yes, thank you. I would really appreciate that.” He nodded even though she could see him.

-at the music store-

“Okay, great! How’s your day going so far?” Y/N asked, leaning over the counter. She glanced up at the door when an elderly woman and her husband came in. She shot them a smile and they nodded at her.

Spencer cleared his throat. “I’m good, just doing paperwork today. I’m actually about to head home. How’s your day?” he asked.

Y/N sighed and looked down at the lesson sign up sheet. “Good. Though, I had a fourteen year old scream at me because she couldn’t figure out how to play Twinkle Twinkle little star.” She giggled.

She heard Spencer laugh. “Well I promise I won’t scream at you, Y/N/N.”

Y/N checked her watch and saw a boy and his mother coming in. “That’s good, Spence. Hey, look— I gotta go but I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yes- yeah, I’ll see you tonight.”

She said goodbye and hung up the phone, sliding it in her back pocket, waving at the boy and his mom. “Hey, Kevin! Ready to be a rockstar?”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer sped around his apartment making sure that everything was perfect and neat.

He didn’t have a bench to set in front of his new keyboard so he moved his coffee table into the kitchen and pulled the instrument in front of his couch.

He had also stopped at Y/N’s favorite Italian place and got dinner. He stopped in front of the door when he turned back and realized that this might have been too much.

Before he could scramble around again and unnecessarily move things, there was a knock at the door.

He silently cursed and shut his eyes. He exhaled deeply and opened the door with his eyebrows raised and a smile on his lips. “Y/N, thank you so much again for coming over.” He greeted.

“I couldn’t say no to my favorite guy!” She smiled, walking past him into the apartment. “And I got dinner from your favorite Chinese place.” She smiled nodding down at the brown paper bag in her arms. “I should have called and asked if you had eaten but- oh.” She stopped when she saw the containers from her favorite food place.

Spencer blushed as she turned around. “I- got dinner too.”

Y/N smiled. “Well who says we can’t have Spaghetti and fried rice?”

Spencer subtly admired her as she went to set the bag in the kitchen. “Why is your coffee table in the kitchen?” She giggled.

Spencer followed behind her, scratching the back of his neck. “I needed space for my keyboard, so I put it in front of my couch so we had space.” He finally got a good look at her outfit.

She wore a pair of really tight skinny jeans, that showed off the curve of her ass and hips perfectly and a loose red sweater. Spencer was glad she wasn’t looking at him because then she would have seen him visibly gulp as he gawked at her beautiful curves.

Y/N nodded and laughed. “Okay. Is it okay if we start after we eat? I didn’t get a lunch break because freaking Kevin couldn’t get the keys right.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Freaking Kevin.” Spencer joked, rolling his eyes as well. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N laughed as she finished her egg roll, looking away from Spencer who had his mouth dropped open in shock as they finished an episode of Hoarders on Netflix.

“She has cat poop in bottles!?” He exclaimed after chewing a meatball. Y/N nodded as she laughed, leaning against his shoulder.

After a moment more of laughter, the two quieted down and looked at each other. She cleared her throat and looked away from him. “Okay, tonight we’re gonna start with the letters that correspond with the keys.” She spoke. “It’s called a staff.”

Spencer nodded along, sitting up on the couch after turning the TV off. She scooted up and sat in the edge of the couch, looking back at Spencer.

“Wow, this has 88 keys.” She whispered with a smile. “Come here.”

Spencer immediately scooted up next to her and gazed at her as she let out a quiet breath. “Okay, start down here.” She smiled, reaching across Spencer to tap the very first key. “This key is A.”

The man held his breath as her arm brushed his chest. She pressed down on the key and began to move her fingers down. “Then, you just keep going down the keys until you stop at G. Then you start over.” She moved her arm back to her side slowly, almost teasingly.

“Uh… w- uh what are the black k-keys?” He asked, already getting flustered at their closeness.

Y/N chuckled. “These are sharps and flats.” She said pushing the black key closest to her. “Basically, it’s the sharp of whatever note to the left of it and a flat to whatever note to the right.”

“S-so if I play…” He pressed his finger down on the A key. “This one,” He pressed the black key to the right of it. “Is A sharp?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!” She nodded, placing her hand on his bicep. “Now find… G, play that and then play G sharp.” She instructed.

He hesitantly did as he was told and Y/N hummed. “Perfect.” She smiled.

An hour later, Y/N yawned as she watched Spencer play notes painfully slowly. He noticed this and turned to her. “I’m sorry, are you tired?” He asked.

“Just a little bit it’s okay, I can stay.” She shook her head, her tired eyes betraying her.

Spencer shook his head as well. “No, it’s okay. And you’re working tomorrow.” He smiled. “Go home and get some rest.”

Y/N opened her mouth to object but Spencer raised his eyebrows. “Fine. But I’ll be back over tomorrow night and we’re gonna get down and dirty with this keyboard, okay?”

His heart skipped a beat when she smirked at him. “O-okay.” He nodded.

Y/N got up from the couch and made her way over to the door, Spencer following close behind. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Beethoven.” She winked.

Spencer gulped again, opening the door for her. “See you tomorrow, Y/N/N.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N bit her lip as she walked up the stairs to Spencer’s building. Her hands were sweaty so she kept running them along her gray tank top.

She wore tight black skinny jeans because she had caught Spencer eyeing her body in them the night before. She also wore a pair of black boots that laced up in the front.

When she met Spencer, a crush was born immediately. He walked her across the street to her job when they ran into each other (literally) at the coffee shop.

Now, he was one of her closest friends. But she just goes that they’d turn out to be more.

She approached his door and exhaled deeply as she stopped in front of it. She smiled and knocked on the door quickly.

She heard shuffling inside and a thud followed by a string of what was supposed to be quiet curse words.

“Shit! Fuck, ow! Mother fucking dick sucker!”

Y/N grimaced as she heard a loud sigh and heavy footsteps traveling towards the door.

It swung open and there stood Spence with sopping wet hair. “Y/N/N, hi.” He smiled, panting a bit.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Hey, Spence… what’s… uh what’s going on here?” Her eyes glanced at his dripping hair.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower. I thought you would be here a little later. But come in!”

Y/N smiled as he stepped aside and she walked into his apartment. It was set up in the exact way it had been last night and she gasped. “Food!” She spun around after spotting a bag from The Cheesecake Factory.

Spencer chuckled. “And cheesecake.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh, I think I love you.” I do love you.

The man smiled and walked forward. She caught his eyes betraying him as they did a quick once over of her body and outfit. She inwardly celebrated and sat down on his couch.

She looked down at the keyboard and pressed a few keys before playing a simple song. It was the Barney theme song. When she was down, she looked up at Spencer. “That’s what you’ll be learning today.”

He chuckled. “We’re getting down and dirty with Barney?”

Y/N laughed out loud and sighed. “Yes, exactly. Now let’s sit and eat and watch another crazy reality show.” She patted the spot next to her and Spencer grabbed the bag of food and brought it over as she grabbed his remote control.

They ended up watching Love Is Blind for an hour and it had Y/N in a rather romantic mood. “She sighed as the second episode ended and looked over at Spencer who had been oddly quiet.

“Spence, are you okay?” She asked, sitting up. He looked down at her, a smile growing on his lips.

“Toni and Andrea are gonna end up getting married. They’re in love with each other.” He told her.

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Do you think he’ll love her even with the big wart on her forehead?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled. “He’ll love her, wart and all.”

Y/N smiled and giggled. “Thank you for dinner.” She nodded. “I shall now pay you back in musical favors.”

The man nodded and they got situated on the couch when they were sitting, thighs touching— god her thighs.

Spencer thought. He just wanted to spread them open and bury his hea-

“Spencer?” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his particularly dirty thoughts and he cleared his throat. “Now that you’re back on earth, do you remember l- who am I kidding, you remember everything.” She rolled her eyes with a playful smile.

“Yeah-“

“Don’t you dare start bragging Spencer Reid.” She laughed, placing her hands over some of the keys on the keyboard.

Spencer laughed along with her and he watched her hands. “How are you gonna teach me this song?”

Y/N smiled. “I’m gonna play a couple notes, you copy me.”

She bit her lip when he nodded and began playing.

G, G, D, D, E, E, D

Spencer stared at her lips as they parted. When she looked at him, he quickly looked back down at the black and white keys. He shakily played the same pattern that Y/N had.

After he was done, he looked at her smile. “Good.” She said.

Something in the air shifted around them. Spencer’s hear word up. Y/N felt her breath hitch. “So… then you… um you play…”

She played the next 7 notes and looked up at Spencer. “So… you that’s C, C-“

She stopped when she went to play the note again at the same time Spencer did. He stared at her, she stared at him.

His eyes glanced down at her lips and they transformed into magnets. Their lips touched softly for a few seconds until Spencer pulled away. There was a blush on her cheeks and her eyes followed him as she looked away from her.

“I’m sorry. I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head. “I just… I really like you but I know you don’t like me like that—“

“Spencer—“

“And I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you a-and our time because I-“

“Spence, wait a sec-“

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I understand if you want to leave.” He shook his head and finally forced himself to look at her. “Why are you smiling?”

Y/N’s grin widened. “Because you’re the smartest man in the world and a behavioral analyst yet you couldn’t tell that I’ve like you since we met.”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised a little. “Wha- you have?”

Y/N hummed and nodded. “Of course I like you. Have you met you?” She giggled.

Spencer smiled. “I… I just thought that I was imagining things-“

“Spencer,” Y/N spoke. He stopped talking. “Can you kiss me again?”

The man let his tongue dart over his lips and he leaned forward again, this time with some passion. His lips tangled with hers and his hands found the sides of her face. She gripped his shoulders and sighed into the kiss.

Spencer’s tongue darted out, pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth a little wider and let his tongue slide into her mouth.

She hummed one of his hands slid from her face to the Sid rod her neck and kept going down, stopping at the curve of her waist.

She was the first one to pull away. “Spence…” She bit her lip as she stared at him damn near panting.

He pulled her back in before sliding both hands down to pull her onto his lap. Her knees separated and now she was straddling him.

Her lips met the corner of his mouth before they trailed down to his jaw. “Do you know *kiss* how *kiss* long I’ve been waiting to *kiss* kiss you like this?” She asked.

Spencer squeezed her hips before they went even lower, resting under her thighs. “Trust me, it’s been the same.” He groaned. “Torture.” He whispered before grabbing her jaw gently and pushing his lips on hers.

Y/N was surprised. She didn’t think Spencer would take that kind of… power. She moaned into his mouth when the hand gripping her jaw fell between them and onto her thigh and he started to rub it softly.

Her hips subconsciously moved as the kisses deepened and sped up. Spencer grouped her hips again, helping them move across his lap.

She felt him grow hard and opened her eyes, pulling away. She lazily smiled at him as he continued to move her against him. “I can feel your friend down there.”

She thought this comment would make him blush and stutter but what he said next shocked her and gave her butterflies.

“And I can feel how wet you are even through these little jeans.”

Y/N blushed and he smiled. “Well, you are hot as fuck so it’s kinda hard to stay dry when your lips are on me.”

Spencer chuckled and her hands glided over his chest and then his shoulders. She bit her lip and stared at his beautiful, sexy face.

His fingers unbuttoned her jeans as he stared at her. “Is this okay?” He asked softly.

Y/N bit her lip so hard that she almost made herself bleed. “It so okay.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled and pulled down the zipper. “I love you in these jeans.” He told her. She lifted up so he could pull them down.

Y/N nodded and laughed breathlessly as she shimmied out of her pants. “Yeah, I know.” She shrugged. Spencer looked confused but leaned in to kiss her neck. “You might be the behavioral analyst but I so caught you staring at my ass last night.”

Spencer chuckled into her neck and he played with the lace hem of her underwear. He sucked on a spot repeatedly when he noticed how her body reacted.

Y/N moaned and let her hands fall into his curls as her hips resumed movement. “Spence…”

He hummed and licked the spot on her neck.

“Can I… can I do something for you?” She asked, a blush taking over her cheeks.

Spencer pulled his face out of the crook of her neck and looked at her. “What baby?”

Y/N swallowed and bit her lip. “Y’know…” She got off of Spencer’s lap in a swift motion. He grabbed her hips confused but he almost lost his composure when she got of her knees. “Can I?”

Spencer nodded. “Shit, Y/N.” He whispered when she smiled and reached for his belt. He swallowed as she undid it skillfully and placed her hands on his thighs.

Spencer lifted his hips and quickly pulled his pants off leaving him in his boxers. His hard dick pressed against the fabric.

Y/N maintained eye contact with him as she leaned forward and trailed her finger along the waistband of his boxers.

“Shit, Y/N. Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned. Y/N gave him a look and quickly pulled his boxers down, audibly gasping.

“Holy fucking shit, Spencer.” She glanced up at his face.

Spencer was going to say something but his brain fogged the second he felt her hand wrap around the base of his cock and her lips on the tip.

“Fu- Y/N.” He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to see her lower her head down more, taking more of him into her mouth.

All while her eyes were still on his. Her nails dug into his thighs and he placed his hand on her head. “Fuck, such a good job.” He breathed out.

Y/N moaned around him and shut her eyes as he gripped her hair gently and helped her head go up and down.

She continued to suck for another minute before Spencer pulled her head up softly. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. “Was that not good? I’m s-“

“No, baby.” Spencer shook his head, moving his hand to her chin and using his thumb to wipe her lips. “I was gonna come but I need you to finish first.”

Y/N blushed and licked her lips. “Me first?” He stood up, looking down at her.

“You first.” He nodded, pulling her off of her knees. “Always.” He kissed her heatedly, gripping her hair again.

She bit her lip as he grabbed her hips pulling her into him. “Do you have a condom?” Y/N asked, pulling away.

Spencer nodded, not being able to resist kissing her again. “Jump.” He whispered between kisses.

Y/N did as he told her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her up with his arms underneath her ass.

He carried her into his bedroom, lips never leaving each other’s. She whined softly when he put her down on his bed and walking away from her. She watched him walked over to his bedside table and opened it, searching around for a moment.

He pulled out a shiny golden packet and stuck it between his teeth. He crawled onto the bed where Y/N was watching him with a smile.

When he hovered over her, she snatched the condom from his teeth and pulled him down into a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. He let her pull the shirt off of him and thought it was unfair that she was still in her tiny little tank top.

He hummed and reached for her tank top, pulling it up and off as he was pulling away from her lips. Spencer groaned at the sight of her chest and shut his eyes. “You’re so sexy, baby.” He told her.

She bit her lip and tried to hide a smile. He kissed her again before paying attention to her panties. He pressed his fingers against the fabric making Y/N’s breath hitch. “Gotta take these off.” Spencer spoke.

She lifted her hips off of the bed and he pulled them off of her. “Jesus fu- oh my God, you’re so wet.” Spencer mumbled, damn near staring at her core.

He looked up at her. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t.” He nodded, his eyes softened.

Y/N smiled and pressed her hand against his cheek. “I’m sure. I want you more than anything.” He but his lip and took the condom back from her, opening it and sliding it on his length.

Spencer smiled and pressed his tip against her entrance, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He pressed his lips against hers as he pushed in slowly. She moaned into his mouth and squeezed his biceps.

This moment felt different. It felt softer, more passionate. Less like lust and more like love.

Spencer groaned into the kiss and pulled away slowly, staring at her closed eyes hoping they would open soon so he could look at her.

“Open your eyes, baby.” He told her quietly. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Y/N opened her eyes and met his as he chest heaved. He began to move slowly, sinking all the way into her before pulling out but not all the way.

He loved the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows creased. Sweet, sweet sound came from her.

“Fuck— Spencer!” She said closing her eyes again.

He grabbed her jaw. “Uh uh. Eyes open, pretty girl.”

Y/N opened her eyes right back up and bit her lip. “Faster. Please.” She mumbled.

Spencer snapped his hips a little faster. He let a hand come down between them and start rubbing her clit.

“Fuckin- tryin’ to kill me?” She asked breathlessly, through a smile.

Spencer chuckled and rubbed faster. “This feel good, baby?” He asked. She started nodding almost immediately letting out an incoherent word.

“Fuck, Spence— M’close.” She spoke, feeling the tightening in her lower stomach.

“Fuck baby— feel so good. So tight.” He spoke as she uncontrollably clench around him. “Y/N/N, I’m so close baby.”

Y/N let out breathy moans and dug her nails into his back. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered in her ear.

Y/N squeezed around him again before she released. She looked up at him as he kept thrusting into her. “You make me feel so good, baby—“ Spencer nodded as he filled the condom.

Y/N panted and smiled up at him as he squeezed his eyes shut, hips stuttering.

After a moment of silence, Spencer looked down at her with his chest heaving. He pulled out of her slowly and tapped her hip. “Come on.”

Y/N giggled. “Spencer, I don’t think I can fuckin’ stand.”

He smiled at her and pulled her up. He dragged her towards his bathroom and let go of her body when he went to turn on the shower.

Once he was done checking the temperature, he pulled her back to him and stepped inside the shower.

They showered, not speaking but just staying in each other’s presence. Y/N thought it was awkward at first but she settled in when Spencer helped her wash her body.

Hours later, Spencer had given Y/N a tshirt, a pair of his boxers and socks to put on since her clothes were dirty now.

She sat up in his bed, watching him read. Yes, they had talked to each other about the events of the hours before but it was weird.

After a moment, she heard Spencer sigh and he put his book down on his bedside table.

He turned to Y/N and held out his hand, scooting down to lay on his side. She smiled and grabbed his hand, using it to pull herself down to let next to him, cuddling into his side.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He spoke suddenly.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him. “F-for what?” She asked.

“I… I didn’t want you to feel… I don’t know, rushed?” He sighed. His voice was quiet.

Y/N shook her head. “No, no I didn’t feel rushed.” She told him. “Spencer, do you not understand that I really really like you?” She asked, smiling.

Spencer felt his heart speed up. Y/N had really really liked him. “I really like you, Y/N.” He nodded. “I want to take you out.”

“On a date?” She asked, her grin widening.

“On a date.” He nodded. “We can go out, we can eat, go see a movie and then I can kiss you. And then I can call you when you’re in bed later that night and tell you what a great time I had.”

Y/N giggled and his her face in his chest. “Okay. Take me out then, Spence. I would love that,”

The rest of that night was spent cuddling and talking and watching stupid reality shows until Y/N fell asleep.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.••.•.

Thank you so much to @f-me-reid for this amazing request!!! I really enjoyed writing this one!

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for your consideration: two people getting really sick at the same time from eating far too much of the same bad food. one person has a weaker stomach and starts really feeling the effects first, but their vomiting very quickly sets the other off and once they start there's no stopping them

(Hayden he/him, Cade he/him)

They hadn't planned on seeing Cade's parents that night. Hayden and Cade went for Chinese food at a buffet that afternoon, and soon after got a call. "My parents are in town!" Cade leaned into Hayden's room. "Want to go meet them? They're gonna be at the steakhouse. You should come with!"

"Are you sure you want to come with, Hayden? You don't look so good." Cade said when they got out of the car. "And you can meet my parents later. I don't want you to overdo it." Cade said sympathetically as he absently rubbed his swollen gut. "I—I'll be fine. I just, uh…" He takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but the tension is too much to bear. "I ate too much. Had way too many noodles."

Despite the overstimulation of having already been in a restaurant, and his disinterest in steak after stuffing on noodles and fried rice, Hayden felt excited that Cade wanted to take this next step, and hoped the parents would like him. He didn't want to waste this chance, no matter how sick he felt.

Once they got there, he realized it was a mistake. Hayden's temples throbbed, the inside of his mouth tasting vaguely of raw onions. The restaurant's bright, white lights were a source of torture rather than comfort, their brightness highlighting his clammy forehead. The sounds of the bustle around him were loud enough to cause headaches, which seems like a cruel twist of fate considering that he's suffering the early pangs of a salt-induced migraine. A sharp pain lanced through his torso, and Hayden swallows hard. He carefully loosened his belt under the table. His stomach roils, and he's sure a violent attack of indigestion is only moments from kicking in.

"You good?" Cade asked him suddenly. Hayden almost jumped. "Um - yeah. I'm good, just…I think I ate too much." Cade gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've got really bad bubble guts right now. I really hope nothing at that buffet was spoiled." He sipped on his Sprite and then brightened up, nodding his head at a middle-aged couple that had just entered. "There, that's them. That's my mom and dad." With that Cade stood up to go and greet them, leaving Hayden all by himself at the table.

As Cade went to greet his parents, Hayden gripped the table and forced his eyes shut. The lights and commotion aren't doing him any favors. He almost felt seasick. He took a deep breath, then released it slowly, but he's barely finished exhaling before he feels a familiar rumble begin low in his abdomen. Gas and the remains of a meal are threatening to be regurgitated. He swallowed hard.

For a little while, Hayden kept control of his stomach. He sipped his iced soda, hoping the bubbles would settle his stomach. And for a bit it seemed to help. He introduced himself to Cade's parents and they began small talk. Then Cade's dad ordered appetizers. "Make that double, would you please? Looks like I'm feeding a crowd today." his father said good-naturedly. And before either Cade or Hayden could protest, the waiter left. And Cade's parents began making small talk.

Hayden's brow was really beginning to glisten with sweat. Every time he turned to face someone new in this little circle, the lights flashed and his stomach rumbled heavily, slow and sluggish and sickening. He can't imagine eating anything; the idea of chewing or swallowing makes him dizzy.

Cade was also having to gulp over and over to keep his stomach in its place. When the appetizers arrived and his parents dug in, he snacked a bit on the wings and dip that had been left on the table, nibbling out of habit. The strong, greasy smell and spicy taste made his guts churn. And when he looked to Hayden, he realized with horror that he didn't look much better off. Maybe something at the buffet really was spoiled.

Hayden can't imagine holding back any longer. His head jerks from side to side, heaving breathlessly, and he suddenly feels bile rising in his mouth. He grips the edge of the table, a hand ready for his forehead as his guts churn and gurgle. His swallows mean nothing against the force of his sick stomach, and he felt chunks at the back of his throat.

"You know, mom and dad, Hayden's pretty tired. I think we might - urrp!" a sudden burp interrupted Cade. He blushed a little, but mostly his cheeks were green. "'scuse me. I think we might head out early."

Hayden's mouth twisted in misery. "P—please… have to… go…" he whined out, desperate. What seems like a long moment of agonizing silence passed as Hayden tried to keep his stomach down, but he was fighting a losing battle. Sweat trickled down his neck, his breath coming harsh in his throat. He leaned over the table, gagging, and that's all it took. The food from earlier erupted, exploding past Hayden's lips and splattering everything around him. He sagged forward and moans miserably. "Ohhh… I—I'm so sorry…"

When Hayden vomited, it was like a button was pressed on Cade's gag reflex. He didn't even feel himself heaving before a sudden heavy wave of chunky noodle barf spewed from his lips and splattered all over the appetizer. He hiccupped and moaned, mortified. "Ohhh m-my god, I'm so s- sghhhuruuughhhl!!" his belly clenched and Cade threw up again. The hot slurry burned all the way up and splashed on his jeans.

"Oh no… you too…" Hayden choked back bile, looking at Cade in horror. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, passing one to Cade. But the second he tried to speak, he heaved again. An ungodly amount of partially-digested ramen noodles burst out of his mouth, staining his shirt and the tablecloth. He curled into himself, panting with exhaustion and fighting to keep the remnants of his meal down. His stomach continued to roil, but it seems he's emptied as much as he's able.

Cade's parents at least didn't react in disgust. They seemed worried, and jumped into action. They pushed the almost-empty bowl of dip under Hayden's mouth as his tongue shot out and he began again to vomit. Cade leaned forward and desperately covered his mouth with his hands. But it was to no avail, and barf dripped from his fingers. A forceful gush escaped then. He groaned and gave in to the sickness clutching his belly.

Hayden retches violently, trying to expel the spoiled food that remained. It's as if his stomach were a bottomless pit, full of the slimiest rank slurry imaginable. He just wants it to be over. He dry-heaves, nothing coming up, but his stomach won't let him find comfort in the calm. It spasms and he can feel fresh bile rising up his throat. He leaned over the table and heaved, quickly getting dizzy.

Cade regretted overeating at the buffet. He burped up a violent surge of orange and noodles that splashed, mostly getting into the bowl. He clutched his belly with a low moan before spewing again. He was grateful they had chosen a table in the back; nobody but them noticed the mess yet. Hayden had the worst of it. He had eaten more of that slightly-suspicious shrimp stir fry than Cade had. Every exhale was a violent gush of vomit, and his face was sweaty and red. Cade's father gingerly patted his back.

Hayden, for his part, was beginning to feel lightheaded. His tummy went quiet for now, but that seemed to be the calm before the storm. He groaned miserably and clutched his sides, every twitch in his guts generating an involuntary grimace. He felt more exhausted than he could remember, and every movement is like pulling teeth. His tongue tasted foul and every breath he takes seems to make things worse. Cade's mother lays a hand on his shoulder and mouths, "You'll be alright."

It took a long while before they were alright, however. After a few minutes both boys could control their nausea long enough to make it to the bathroom, but once they got there the heaving just started again. Their stomachs felt agonizingly gross, heavy and overfull and sick. The sound of their retching reverberated through the small bathroom. After a moment, Cade called over in a raspy voice "H-Hayden….you okay?"

Hayden didn't answer, too busy with the business of being sick to reply. He hunched over the toilet in the fetal position, gagging and retching violently while it felt like his insides writhed and squirmed. Cade's voice barely registered to him. But eventually, he forces back the bile, breathing through his mouth and gasping for air as he got his breath. Eventually, he croaked "Yeah… yeah. Just… gimme a minute."

Just then Cade let out a meaty belch that turned into vomit on the tail end. He leaned over the toilet and let it out. Another retch took hold, and he splattered the bowl with brown and orange chunks. "Ohhhgg….god, thats bad."

Hayden shuddered, his stomach roiling again. "Ugh, god…" He puts his hand on his head and, with the slightest movement, let out another gush of bile. He leaned over again, his eyes watering as he continues to expel what little food he consumed at the buffet. His head pounded and he felt chills. After a moment, he sighed and pressed his cheek against the wall. "This is awful… I feel so gross."

"S-same….god, that really must have been spoiled food." Cade spat into the toilet and sighed. "I haven't felt this bad in a long time." he tenderly rubbed his bloated stomach, feeling it all moving around inside. Every little twist and turn of his guts brings him a fresh jolt of nausea. Now that the initial vomiting has slowed, he's left with a dull, pounding headache. He flushed and leaned against the wall, trying to rest. His guts kept spasming a little bit every so often, but he wasn't vomiting anymore.

Hayden groaned lightly and clutches his throbbing head. The nausea has calmed down for the most part, but he can feel the food sloshing around inside him. And the chillls kept getting worse. He grimaced and looked at the stall his boyfriend was in, suddenly feeling worried. "Cade… do you feel feverish at all? I—I'm feeling a little hot, but… maybe I'm just imagining things."

"Lemme check." Cade didn't feel too feverish, just nauseous. He reached his hand under the stall to Hayden. "I don't. Do -- urrrp! - do you? Let me feel your arm." When he felt Hayden, his boyfriend's skin was very hot and slightly red. "Ohh boy. Yeah, I think you might have a fever, babe."

Hayden nodded, his eyes widening with concern. "You don't feel too hot, right? I don't know how I'd handle it if we were both sick." He rests his hands on Cade's arm. It felt cool compared to his. His stomach began to churn again, but he fought down the rising nausea. "God, I still feel gross. I—my head… still hurts."

"I sh-should ask my dad to bring us water." Cade said, swallowing hard. His stomach was very upset again and he was worried he would soon vomit. But it happened sooner than he expected, and he spewed slushy orange and white down the front of his jacket. "Ohhhgg…oh shit, god. Damn i-- urrghhkkk!" he leaned over the toilet before he vomited again. "It hur-hrhrrggglllhg! It hurts…." Cade moaned between retches.

Hayden looked away when Cade began to vomit and made a grumbling sound of distaste. When he heard Cade's stomach rumbling again, he knows what's coming. He covered his mouth and turns his head, listening to the revolting squelching and splattering in Cade's throat. He tried not to be repulsed, but it was hard when the sounds were so loud. It's a relief when Cade finally let the last of his dinner go, though the smell made Hayden feel like he might puke again himself. "Ohh my god…" he said hollowly.

Hayden's belly lurched violently and he gasped. With a sudden rush, he expeled the rest of his dinner, most of it splashing down into the bowl but some bits and bile reaching the floor. He groaned and gripped the toilet to keep from wobbling, letting the contents churn and splurt out for a few seconds before he's finally spent. He was left dry-heaving into the bowl for a long moment. "Hnngg…. mmphhh… gahh…"

Cade spat, his stomach feeling much better now that it was empty. He flushed again and knocked on Hayden's door. "How're you doing in there?" he asked gently. In the end, Hayden needed help getting home. He was ill over the whole weekend, and terribly embarrassed about vomiting in front of the people who could become his in-laws. But Cade's parents were very understanding, and even sent them a card hoping Hayden felt better soon.

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto scenario #emeto ask #puke #emeto fic #gay

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 10

Happy mid season episode! I am saddened by the fact that I work on Wednesdays because I will be late to watch fhjy until the forseeable future. If anyone cares though I plan on buying the adya statuette next week if my finances allow for it :3 also I am so tired rn but I NEED to watch fhjy

Do you guys think ayda will appear in this episode after her statuette was released last week? (Praying)

tttaking over teenage rebellion!

Lucy Frostblade... You were just a girl. You didn't deserve everything that happened to you

"We're feeling bad. But we're feeling... Hopefully positive."

stress isn't always the bed guy

Aelwyn!

big old burned down house

Cottoncandy Bitchfuck

"I'm.... Bored. That's not true. I'm not bored at all. I'm just tired."

Hindesight is 50/50

"Oh I love this. Tell me all about it."

Siobhan is loving Aelwyn rn

"I do sometimes believe in you"

"So Sentimental"

Aelwyn and Adaine are so important to me their sibling relationship is everything

AELWYN AND ADAINE NOT BEING USED TO NICENESS

"Oh, my sweet little boy is sick!"

"just don't tell fab— don't tell anyone my apartment looks like this"

The Gukgak

I'm the Gukgak guy!

"Oh, Riz, you have to sleep, Kiddo." "I can't, mom, I don't have time." Oh Riz....

Framed?

Riz is so exhausted

It's been an hour and a half and his mom has chips and a drink 😭😭

"Mom, you have to be so careful."

"Keep my name out of your mouth." FIG 😭😭

"it's all good, mom"

yulenear

"Fig has like 3 majors now" "maybe 4, i might take a level of wizard."

"Kristen Applebees, believe it or not." "... huh." HWHHWKWNEB

"You both keep my name out of your mouth."

"It's been our month!"

Lola Embers recommended Gorgug's place??

"Mom I'm going to go to Loam farm."

*shrug* "mom." *shrug*

"We're having a rough one." "GOT 'EM."

"I'll do it." Fig cleric teacher?!?!

TAMAGOTCHI. MaryAnn my beloves

The puppet master!

"Ha Ha! Darling Girl!"

Gilear is king for the day

"My mom called you?"

"I don't need a ride to school anymore"

"I believe she's wanted here."

BUSINESS CLASS FOR CLOACA

"Can I say hi??"

NOOOOOOO NOOO SHE HUNG UP BEFORE FABIAN COULD ANSWER

That's so devastating

Coffee all over the DM screen

Yeah they haven't addressed the fact that fig is cursed

Pussy out, tits away

Theres so much going on

ohhh they might be sacrificing the rats

"I'm wearing a sports bra and a G-string, and I want to be closer with all of you."

Fabian with Mazey is so painful. He's so flustered and awkward I love him

MAZEY TRUSTS FABIAN

"I'm here, for you."

"Kristen was in a mood."

NOO DON'T KILL MAZEY SAVE HER FABIAN

Fried rice

SHE LEANS IN TO MAKE OUT

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSIJG

"Wait, they don't like us??"

"When you think about me, why do you always bring up the ball?"

SHE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY BECAUSE HE'S ALOne

oh Fabian...,...........

"The legend continues."

"I was going to get a tattoo, actually."

"Even if you weren't maximum legend, I would still wanna hang out with you." MAZEEYYYYY 😭😭😭😭

BOGGY

Absence of divinity???

THE GOD'S DOMAIN CHANGED OVER TIME????

RUVINA'S SIBLING??

The gift is only mentioned in old texts??

"Well I guess I'll go to work."

Basrar is dead

"Literally your circus, literally your monkeys."

Tips are bad

RODEO MODE

THE MIDDLE SCHOOL FOR A SPEECH???

NOOO NAT ONE

Check the soil kids

Lydia mention 🔥🔥🔥

Kristen holds so much hostility for Kalina 😭😭

Oh Lydia...

AV club mention

THIRTY ROLL 🔥🔥🔥🔥

The powerhouse of the cell

Aggression and protectiveness

7 becomes a 21?!?!!

?!?!?!?!?! SOMETHING COMING OUT OF HER CHEST???

22 Arcana, 25 religion

Elemental alignment???

Fiendish things going on

Yellow gold

Kinda like the pride of armor and lemon yogurt

PISS CURSE????

Ratgrinders sticker

"I don't get angry, I think I get sad sometimes" me too buddy, me too

Sometimes a spell comes out and obliterates people

Comedy of errors

Autopilot

Bobby Dawn and Pam Dawn

Bobby Dawn coming to Aguefort sounds like a bad thing

"I'll never let you do that."

"Yours only came back once." *middle finger* Kristen Applebees you will always be famous

A+ in paladin classes!

"Sorry! Get away from me"

Reasons he won't divulge???

A+ in all classes!!!

THREE PARAGRAPH ESSAY? NOOO ABOUT SADNESS AND DISAPPOINTMENT NOOOOO

FIG NAT 20 FOR THE INSIGHT 😭

Zara is gorgeous

The days of Goldenhoard is over 😭😭

"MY GOD IS KRISTEN????"

Oh my god I almost prophesied this when I said Kristen would become a cleric/warlock of Fig.... instead Fig is the warlock/paladin of Kristen 😭😭😭

I'm the closest thing to a prophet holy shit

New god, agreement, todo list

Complicated Women: Lucy Frostblade 😭😭

NAT 20 DECEPTION FOR WANDA CHILDA

Oh my god

"Frick. I'm so sorry." "I'm not." Wanda Childa

GET MY ROCKS OFF TO 😭😭

"I'm off the grid that's why I only have an iPod"

God... Wanda Childa

[email protected]

"Do you want me to get you a phone?"

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE"

"I want to do relationships with Riz."

Medal of Wit

LITTLE METAL BRIEFCASE

You absolutely sweetie

29 performance 🔥🔥

GARTY O'BRIEN MENTION 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Naked Kristen. Again.

Oh god Fabian is at 4 at his second roll

"Breaker Breaker, this is Fabian Seacaster, looking for his papa, Bill Seacaster, somewhere out there in the nine hells............"

This is so heartbreaking... Fabian...

Oh Fabian...

His papa.....

He probably feels so lonely

Rage token.....

This rage token is making me take a stress token

Everyone single one has been bad

FABIAN TAKING THE BARDIC FROM FIG

Constitution saving throw???

oh no

oh no

oh no

"I shit myself"

I CAN'T BRWATHE

"I've only been eating leftovers"

UNNAMED BARD STUDENT NO

QUINCY NO

DID QUINCY TAKE A RAGE TOKEN?

THAT'S IT????

oh my god

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

[neonponders]

Part 8 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🌹🌹

~ Part 7 + ART!!! ~

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Billy could not claim to have ever hung out at the Harrington residence. He had moved to Hawkins after Steve removed his crown and all interest in being Hawkins’ party king.

So the circumstances of walking into Steve’s house with two voices yell-singing out of a shoebox were not what Billy would have expected.

“Okay, little dudes. It’s food time,” Steve announced on his way to the kitchen.

Robin collapsed right onto the couch and turned the television on. Unsure what else to do with himself, Billy sat on the loveseat adjacent to the other couch. Then he asked, “Is it a good idea to have them in the kitchen?”

Robin answered, “They like having tasks. Little B, especially. Getting him to sit still is like a magic trick.”

Her gaze swept up with Billy standing to join Steve in the kitchen. “You antsy?”

He smiled venomously. “I think it’s rational to not trust anyone with a mini me.”

Her eyes rolled but her voice remained understanding. “If anyone’s capable of taking care of those little guys, it’s Steve. But by all means,” and she waved him away.

Billy navigated around the island counter to find his smaller self and the matching Steve standing on the pages of a cookbook. Larger Steve seemed to be trying and failing to sell them on mushrooms.

“It’s gway, Steve,” little Billy scolded over crossed arms. “Who wants gway food?”

“You don’t even notice it when it’s deep fried and covered in tomato sauce,” Steve reasoned, but the little ones moved out of his way to let him turn the page.

Large Billy leaned an elbow on the counter as they scrutinized the tomatoes stuffed with rice. “You’ll have better luck with that. Or Mexican food.”

Little Billy gazed up at him. “What’s Meckwican?”

“It’s colorful.”

“I like colwors.”

“I thought you might,” Billy confirmed with a smirk to Steve. “Who’s ordering?”

Steve took a deep breath and pushed off the counter to grab the collection of paper restaurant menus shoved between the refrigerator and the toaster. “Rob, what do you want?”

“Chicken sopes and a taco salad.”

“I’m not buying you two meals.”

“The salad is for tomorrow,” she reasoned.

“One bean burrito, coming right up,” Steve sassed, but his attention on the menu drifted up to little Steve and Billy climbing over the apples and pears in the fruit bowl like boulders. “Could you teach them how to swim?”

Big Billy’s eyes swung to him. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve got an old Barbie swimming pool - don’t look at me like that. Will you do it or not? It would save me the risk of a heart attack whenever they need a bath.”

Billy tipped his head to the side, not sparing Steve even a little bit. “What were you doing with Barbies, Steve?”

“This might not be relatable since you’re used to the ocean, but for a long time, I was the pool guy. The pool’s always been my ticket to making friends...or so I thought. Whatever. One summer, the only neighbor kids I had around me were girls. So I got a pool for their dolls. Are you a swimming instructor or not?”

Billy sighed and looked at his smaller self sitting on a pear like it were a horse and taking bites out of it. “I can get them started.”

Steve ordered their food and disappeared for a few minutes to get the small swimming pool out of storage. He cleaned it off in the sink, filled it with warm water, and Billy marveled, “You know, I would’ve said we could just use a casserole dish, but the slide and stairs are smart.”

Little Steve’s face lifted up to him, a blush making his cheeks go rosy as he smiled. “Smarwt Stevie.”

Big Steve waved some bathing suits in the air. “Are we skinny dipping or do you wanna change clothes?”

Billy’s eyes widened. “Where’d you get those? The sixties?”

Steve exhaled heavily. “We may or may not have a small doll collection, so what?”

“That’s such a rich people thing.”

“Yeah, well, they deserve a change of clothes and this is one less thing I have to explain to my mom when she looks at my card statements. Okay, B and Steve. Do you want the oranges or the flowers?”

He held up the swimming costumes for them to see and decide. All of a sudden, small Billy looked bashful as he tucked his chin and rolled his lips. Steve, meanwhile, hopped off the fruit bowl and pointed. “ ‘Wanges! Can I? Oh...Biwwy? Do you want the ‘wanges?”

He rubbed his tummy and admitted, “I want the fwowers.”

Large Billy’s brows pinched a little but he stayed quiet as big Steve encouraged, “You want the flowers one? That’s okay. It goes with your eyes.”

His lashes batted as he blinked up at him. “Weally?”

“Yeah,” Steve encouraged, “and they’re the same size. You can switch the next time you go swimming.”

Billy reached up for his swimsuit and they went to change in their shoebox. The larger Billy wondered aloud, “They have a sense of privacy?”

Steve shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to see themselves first before us.”

When they emerged, Steve spooned water over the slide. The little ones climbed the ladder and went down it together as if they rode a sled instead of a slide. The pool was shallow enough for them to stand, providing big Steve the relief he needed to answer the door. Robin followed behind him to help carry the bags, and they set up their feast on the island counter.

Billy had to use his Rec Center ID card as a floating board, but it fit both of them length-wise as they practiced their kicks. “Good job, guys. How about another ride on the slide while I get my food.”

Steve only just got a dishtowel down so they didn’t slip on their way around the pool. Robin passed Billy his bag and he held a nacho chip out for the little ones to take a bite at the top of the slide.

Big Steve scolded, “Aren’t you supposed to wait thirty minutes between swimming and eating or something?”

“I think they’ll be okay,” Billy disregarded, crunching loudly on his chips. “Swimming 101 is just getting comfortable in the water. So...isn’t this supposed to be a movie night?”

“Movwie! Movwie! Movwie!” the little Steve and Billy chanted, thoroughly locked in chasing each other down the slide and back around.

Big Steve nodded over his burrito. “When they start to slow down...then the movie seals the deal.”

Billy snorted softly and kept providing a nacho station for them to run past. Eventually, the exercise and food did take their toll, and they collapsed on the dishtowel. Given their old school, linen swimsuits, they dried off pretty fast, but little Steve eventually sat up and started patting Billy’s hair. The larger Billy observed this as the smaller one whined a tired sound.

“Biwwy, don’t get sick.”

“I won’ get sick. That’s what Stevie’s always sayin’.”

However, big Steve seconded with a restaurant napkin in hand. “Gimme those ears.”

Little Billy sat up in a huff, but sat still for Steve to gently push the napkin against his ears to siphon the water out of them. Then he folded it to get into the nooks and crannies of his ears and jaw. “Thank you, B. Okay, you next.”

That rosy hue filled little Billy’s cheeks as he mumbled a weak, “You’rwe wewlcome.”

Little Steve, meanwhile, stood up tall, blissful in his pampering. “Stevie? Can we have the honey tea?”

“ ‘Course you can. Go with Billy to the coffee table. He and Rob will get the movie going.”

It was little Steve’s turn to blossom a pink hue as they climbed onto Billy’s palms. They planted their butts down and held onto each other as Billy magic carpeted them to the setup of plushies on the coffee table. Small Steve gingerly stepped off his hand with a bashful, “Thankwou, Biwwy.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered quietly - 

Only to glare at Robin, who sat on the couch behind him. “You’re allowed to like them. I won’t spill.”

Small Billy lingered on the hand as he exclaimed, “Spiww what?”

She segued smoothly, “Won’t spill that we got Indiana Jones to watch. That is, if it’s not too scary.”

Billy finally got off the hand with a scoff. “Scawy? We watched the wed buwll and that wasn’t scawy.”

Little Steve perked up from the fluff of an otter. “It was a wittle scawy.”

“We can fast forward through the scary parts,” Robin promised, and slotted the VHS into the player. But as soon as she turned back around, her eyes widened. “Uh oh.”

“I knew it!” cried Billy from the doll box that had been placed on the coffee table. Little Billy climbed out, grinning victoriously with the tiny whip in hand and the hat on his head. “I’m weady!”

Robin glanced up at Steve in the kitchen, too busy trying to mix a safe temperature of water and honey together. “Uh, B? Can I talk to you about that - No no nonono...”

“Hey! Wobin? What gives?” little Billy exclaimed when she pinched the whip to keep him from waving it around.

“B, I’m sorry, but Steve doesn’t want you to have that.”

“Well Stevie can kiss my ass!”

That got a rankled Steve to come out of his otter plush. “Biwwy. Be nice.”

Robin corralled, “Billy, these things are use to hurt people. They’re not toys. You’ll see that in the movie.”

The fire started to go out of those blue eyes. “Hurwt peopwle?”

She nodded gravely. “We know you won’t mean to, but the whip might hurt your Steve. Even worse, you’re more likely to hurt yourself. That’s just how whips are. Big Steve loves you too much to tell you.”

His little body deflated as the large Steve finally arrived with a shot glass of honey tea. Seeing the body language on the coffee table, he sent inquiring looks to Billy and Robin.

Little Billy replied sadly, “Does Indiana Jwones hurt himself?”

“No, but it’s a movie, sweet B. It’s not real. You’re real and your Steve’s real. That’s way cooler than Indiana Jones.”

Big Steve sank onto the couch next to Billy. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, is that I’m not sure I like being sweet talked by proxy.”

Finding that unhelpful, Steve leaned forward to intercept. “Hey? Little man? Are you okay?”

Little Billy was absolutely not okay, because his bottom lip pushed up, his eyes went big, and he dropped the whip in order to run into Steve’s hands. Steve glared at Robin and mouthed, What did you do?

I handled it, she replied, dropping the whip back into the box.

Little Steve dragged his otter across the table, or as much as he could with stuff in his way. “Stevie! Helwp!”

“Okay, okay, come here,” he soothed, picking up all three so small Billy and Steve could cuddle together against the soft fur while being held in big Steve’s arms. Little Billy bawled his eyes out during the opening of the movie, warranting big Steve to peek at the large Hargrove next to him. “It’s kind of wild how much their little bodies can hold onto. I thought you’d have stepped in by now.”

However, Billy’s mouth had been set in a hard line for a while now, and he shook his head. “I’m out of my element here, man.”

“No crying kids at your pool?”

“I put shit heads in line. Beyond that, it’s the parents who cause more issues.”

Robin leaned across her armrest to query, “Steve, I thought you were lifeguard certified? You really were the pool guy for years, after all.”

“Sure, but I think they like having Billy around.”

“I wike having big Biwwy awround.”

They looked down at little Steve, who was practically lying on top of small Billy, who blinked sometimes at the movie, but otherwise seemed too tired to really watch it.

“Biwwy does too. I know it. Biwwy wants to be stwong, like big Biwwy.”

But Billy shook his head. “I’m not the kind of guy to look up to, Harrington.”

Big Steve absorbed that in silence. For all of the Hawkins’ renowned lifeguard’s peacocking, Billy had never said anything like that before.

“Then wook down to us. My Biwwy’s smarwt, and nice,” little Steve smiled and finished, “Hawgwove.”

For a brief moment, Billy lost control of his face and his features crumpled, his eyes glossing over as his brows furrowed together. But he got a hand over his mouth, scrubbing his features clean. “Just watch the movie, short stack. He’ll feel better after he sleeps.”

#harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocketverse #pocket!au #ficlet #they're channeling benoit blanc's pool loungewear #and i might be crying shut up

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 3)

Uaena: Unnie, what is your favorite ice-cream flavour??!! 🍦🍦🍦

IU: Chocolate-coated flavour!!

Uaena: What’s the keyword that occupies your mind the most these days!? 🍀💪

IU: Results…. 🔥😈

Uaena: What fruit(s) do you eat often nowadays?! 🍎🍑🍈🍌🥝🍍🍉🫐🥭

IU: I eat a lot of bananas and blueberries. And the apples taste so delicious these days, please have a lot!! 🍎🍎

Uaena: Unnie, do you prefer a sunny side up vs over hard fried egg on top of your kimchi fried rice?!! 🐥🍳

IU: Come on~ of course it’s sunny side up~~ 😌😌

Uaena: Unnie, do you like your new haircut???🥹🥹🥹 You look totally cool and pretty 🐥🐥🐥

IU: It’s da best when it’s thoroughly dried!!! B E S T B E S T!!! Even without styling, I’m able to naturally achieve that ‘effortlessly cool’ look (for my hair)!!

Uaena: Unnie, but do you always get mosquito bites on your face only and not elsewhere??!! 🦟

IU: Ah I know right!!!!!! 😡😡😡

Uaena: How’s the condition of your ears? Everyone was worried seeing you touch/adjust your in-ear monitor during Woori Momo Concert ㅠㅠ How I wish I could give my eardrums to you, sighs 🥲

IU: Huh during Momo Concert?!? My ears were totally fine!! I removed the in-ear monitors cause there was a serious audio latency when I was on the thrust stage! I really wanted to go on the thrust stage~~ there would be serious latency issues if I go~~ 🥹🥹 but (in the end) I decided to just go up and enjoy myself!! 💃💃🕺🏻

Uaena: Unnie, instead of LMR (lunch menu recommendation), please recommend a hangover menu (good for sobering up),,

IU: Beef Bone Soup!! Clear beef bone soup go go!!

IU: Sliced radish kimchi!! Go go!!

Uaena: How can unnie be such a nice person.. What’s the secret to your kindness?🫧🐥

IU: I’m actually not that kind.. (My kindness / cordiality) is only reserved for people I like.

Uaena: What’s your favorite food these days? (Apart from the tasty Domino’s Pizza) Is it still ramen? Is there a specific menu that comes to your mind when you’re craving for yummy food while busy filming in the countryside?

IU: Ah.. I want to have a whole bowl of hot cup noodles (now)….🥲

Uaena: Unnie, what are you having for lunch?

IU: Kimchi fried rice 😍 (inserts lunch photo)

Uaena: Mom.. I (UAENA) became a donor of 300 million won………

IU: Did you get permission from your mum???! 🫢

*TL note: Op was referring to the ₩300M donation that IU made under the name of IUAENA on her 15th debut anniversary.

Uaena: Thank you for making me a dignified and confident fan for 15 years, my baby 💓

IU: (Inserts) shrugging shoulders (feeling proud of myself) + wiggling butt emoticons 🩵

Uaena: Unnie, how’s the spot on your face that was kissed by the mosquito? Is it less swollen now after waking up from sleep? 🥹

IU: This lil bas.. Are you really a mosquito..? (Inserts reddish swollen cheek side profile pic)

Uaena: This was uploaded on EDAM’s IG, did Unnie really write this??!? Today’s From. IU and now this, I’m getting emotional again because of the amazing person you are 🥹 (inserts caption from Edam’s post:

“‘You can do it’

‘You’re the best’

‘Thank you’

‘You’ll be alright’

‘I miss you’

‘I love you’

and, ‘Yes’.

UAENA’s words that have saved me for the past 15 years.

Thanks to UAENA, I’ve become an adult who believes in miracles.

I believe in UAENA.

That’s why I believe in the power of love that people create ❤️

Let’s meet until we’re sick of each other for another 15 years!

-Y’all’s Jieun”)

IU: Yes, I wrote the message from the bottom of my heart! 🫶

Uaena: Honestly I wish you can give us just one spoiler related to your new album.. 😏

IU: It’s warm yet kew (cold)…🥶

Uaena: Is your filming schedule fully packed today too? Stay healthy always~ Do we need to prepare some tonic for IU~~~?

IU: It’s totally full today! But I’m in a really good mood~~~ I can’t control it💃🏻💃🏻🕺🕺🕺

Uaena: Jingjjang, do you like snacks with roasted nuts in them? Is there a fruit that you don’t like? I’ll take note 🤭 Cheering you on today as well! I love you 😘

IU: I don’t think I go for snacks with nuts in them!! I like all fruits, but my throat gets dry recently when I eat melon, to the extent that my skin breaks out the next day? 🫢🫣

Uaena: Our (relationship) is still mutual for the 15th year right??

IU: It’s mutual. There’s no room for negotiation.

Uaena: How’s your preparation for the fan concert going??

IU: The atmosphere is crazy!!!

Uaena: Unnie unnie, shall we scatter pretty petals between us today too? (inserts cute picture of a rabbit scattering petals, made using symbols)

IU: Ah adorable ㅜㅜ Your words are even cuter than the emoticon ㅠㅠ🩵

Uaena: Unnie, can you feel my love? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 (inserts pic of stick man jumping off a ladder out of a helicopter while declaring ‘Unnie I love you!!!!!!💜’)

IU: kekekeke No!!! Why would you jump off like that?!!!!

Uaena: 💜💜 It’s my birthday next week! Can you wish me a happy birthday🥹?

IU: Happy birthday ❤️❤️ Have a joyful birthday ❤️❤️

Uaena: Honestly, I have no idea why tang hu lu is trending. To me, there’s IU who is fresher than fruits, sweeter than sugar coating and also splatters/bounces and is more lovely than fruit juice.

IU: But because you can’t chew and eat IU…🥲

Uaena: Did you see that the box office for Golden Hour crossed the 45000 mark?? The power of uaenas is daebak (amazing) 😆

IU: Oh my gosh?!?!?! Daebak……

Uaena: Unnie, what’s the reason that the Sunday fan concert is one hour earlier??🤭 ((Don’t tell me it’s so you can have more en-encore..?🥺

IU: Because people need to go to work the next day….🤫

Uaena: Jieun unnie, the fan concert is 360 degrees, so during LILAC fanchant, how do we know which is left and which is right? 🪻🩷

IU: So I’m boldly not. going. to. sing. LILAC!

Uaena: I should have cup noodles in place of unnie then

IU: So this is how it is.. Whenever I have cup noodles, my mum and dad would go, ‘Aigoo why are you having cup noodles?’ and I would reply ‘lulu(lala) this tastes the most delicious to me thoughhh~~’ and just eat it anyway. Now uaena are having cup noodles at this hour and I feel like saying, ‘aii why are you having cup noodles?’ keke

Uaena: Unnie, is chestnut bread also a serious bread??? I have it at home.

IU: Chestnut? = That’s cute, isn’t it?

Bread? = That’s cute, isn’t it?

Chestnut + bread? = Definitely cute…

Uaena: Your small face in the (mosquito bite) picture is really pretty 🩷 Ahh so pretty. Have a good lunch!! I’ll be back after I have my school lunch.

IU: School lunch ㅠㅠ so cute..ㅠㅠ

Uaena: How about doing the SWF Smoke challenge during your fan concert??😃😃

IU: kekeke Don’t make fun of me

Uaena: Unnie, the mosquito that landed on your cheek is actually me. I gave you a kiss and left 💜

IU: Caught you. You s…

IU: You s..sweet.. hehe..

Uaena: Whose idea was it to put the heart sticker 💙 on your cheek yesterday~?! It was totally lovely and cute!!!🧚✨

IU: It was Seo-wook, my makeup artist’s idea 😝😝❤️

Uaena: Have you received the 15th anniversary books???????? Did you? How were they? 💗🎂(Inserts photo of books that fans gave IU)

IU: I haven’t received them yet.. because I haven’t gone home yet…ㅠㅠ

Uaena: Did you see the song that China fans wrote in commemoration of your 15th anniversary? We put all our love for unnie into the song! 🥰 Once again! Happy 15th anniversary!🎉🥳

IU: I heard the quality is amazing

I’m so touched wuwu ㅠㅠ (written in Chinese)

Uaena: I heard you changed direction drastically during the preparation process of your album. Have you gone from ‘drifting’ to ‘desire’?? Ah~~~~ I’m so curious

IU: I’m going with both.. at the same time!!! 😈😈😈🔥🔥

Uaena:

🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻

🐥🐥🐰🐥🐥

Pat pat pat IU is doing a good job

Pat pat pat IU is the best

IU: Bob bob wiggle butt IU is the B E S T

Bounce bounce shrug shrug shoulders IU is the B E S T the B E S T

Uaena: Noona, have you seen the books that uaena wrote for your 15th anniversary…? (inserts photo of the books again)

IU: I just checked and my agency has received them and are strictly guarding them so no one can take them away!

Uaena: Noona, I’m working part-time at a tang hu lu shop. It’s really tiring ㅜ This is not easy.. 😣😰😱

IU: Oh my.. It must be really tiring… Be careful not to prick yourself with the sticks.. Eat a couple when you have time for a break and be careful not to cut the roof of your mouth..

Uaena: Noona, 6th gen is dayookie and now that 7th gen is approaching, I’m getting more curious about what it will be. Lee Jidong assistant manager will make an appearance then too, right?😏

IU: What about a chilpan to77 | ? (TL note: Chilpan means blackboard and has ‘chil’ in it which means 7, whereas ‘tokki’ means rabbit and IU used ‘77 |’ for the ‘kki’ part.)

Uaena: Unnie, have you changed the deciding factor between serious bread and playful bread from the taste to the name now…? kekekekeke what about croquette then..? Doesn’t the name ‘croquette’ sound cute?

IU: Croquette is no cute….🙅🏻‍♀️

Uaena: Unnie do you like nighttime?

IU: I’m done filming~~~ I’m done filming~~~~~💃🏻💃🏻🕺

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

#IU #fancafe #replies

[ceofjohnlennon]

"John had a voracious appetite, which comes as a surprise to many people. We had a tradition every Sunday: At 11:00 A.M. I'd come in with The New York Times, some of the British papers, and coffee (he gave up tea in America because it was decidedly British. I would make a big English breakfast of bacon and eggs, beans on toast with tomatoes, chips, and sometimes black pudding, after I discovered a local Irish butcher who carried it. (Cynthia Lennon once tried to smuggle some in for us, but it was confiscated.) John was over the moon about it. I didn't know how to cook it at first, so I asked John, who said, "Just fry it up." Those sausages really stunk up the kitchen, but he loved them. John also loved Chinese food — especially my mom's. When we were home in New York, she would always bring us herspecialty: fried rice and spare ribs. As unconventional as John was, he was also old-fashioned. Because of the nature of our relationship, John felt uneasy about meeting my mom. He never did meet her, which he later regretted. He would literally hide behind the door until she left. Of course, he had no problem inhaling the food she brought. Here he is enjoying his favorite hot & sour soup."

"As he's blowing his nose, John jokes: "Is nothing sacred?"

ㅡ May Pang for the book "Instamatic Karma: Photographs of John Lennon."

#john lennon #may pang #70s #1974 #instamatic karma #my:read

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 2) | (ch. 1) ☆ (ch. 3)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 3.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). daichi's a cop. (mention of) dv (domestic violence).

✩ beta readers - aka my beautiful, chaotic, chosen family: @chaoskrakenuwu 🌪 @mxgenderbender 🦔

She knows every move that a man could make She knows every trick in the book She knows how to give, she knows how to take ‘Cause so many times she’s been taken a fool

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

When Suga invited you to his place for a small dinner party with some of his closest friends, you’d offered to help him prep and cook. Your son was spending the weekend with his dad, freeing you up for some much-needed time to blow off steam.

Upon getting into your car, you called Suga to let him know you were on your way to his place.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to pick anything up on the way over?”

“Nah. I think we’re set!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about 20 then!”

You opened the front door to Suga’s house and walked in to find him prepping in the kitchen. He wiped his hands to greet you with a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming to help me, y/n. My head would probably explode if I tried to do all this by myself!”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I love to cook. Plus it gives me more time to hang out with my bestie,” you said, putting away the alcohol and mixers you’d brought along. “I’m really excited to meet your other friends. I hope they like me.”

The grey-haired man smiled brightly. “Are you kidding? They’re gonna love you! I’ve known all these guys since high school. A couple of them are bringing their significant others along so it won’t be a complete sausage fest for you.”

“You make it sound like a sausage fest would be a bad thing,” you winked at him.

You both laughed and got busy preparing the food, Suga inwardly rubbing his hands together and evil-laughing. You had no idea about his master plan for you to meet one of his friends in particular - his best friend.

You had been working in the kitchen for a little over two hours when you finally found yourselves at a brief stopping point. Veggies had been julienned for the sushi, fish had been fileted, chicken had been teriyakied, rice had been fried, and more veggies were roasting in the oven. All that was left to do was cook the sushi rice then assemble the maki.

Poor Suga was so beat you insisted he go take a load off and relax for a bit while he could. The way he dramatically plopped onto the couch like a rag doll made you chuckle at him.

“You too, y/n! Come sit your ass down!”

“In a minute! I’m working on something!” you said, getting out a couple of cocktail glasses.

“No! I forbid you! No more working!” Suga called out from his living room.

“I promise it’s gonna be worth it!” you answered in a sing-song voice.

You walked out of the kitchen double-fisting vodka tonics. You sat down next to your friend who reached for one of the drinks, thanking you, but you pulled your arm back. “Go get your own! These are both mine!”

“You fucking lush, give me one of those!” Suga chided, taking one of the glasses out of your hand as you both laughed.

“How long do we have before we have to get back in there?” you asked, pulling your feet up on the couch to face Suga.

He took a sip of his drink while checking the timer in his phone. “Fifteen minutes and 42 seconds.” It was then that Suga noticed he’d gotten a text from his best friend letting him know he was going to be a little later than expected on account of his job.

When the timer went off you both headed back into the kitchen and Suga was just about to take the veggies out of the oven when his doorbell rang, making him swear under his breath at the timing.

“You want me to get the door?” you offered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”

Suga thanked you as you headed for the foyer. Smiling, you opened the door to find a handsome guy with brown shoulder-length hair towering over you, his girlfriend judging by the way they had their arms around each other, as well as another male who was closer to your height with a sharp grin on his face.

Before you could say anything the significantly shorter male spoke up. “Hey, you must be y/n!”

You answered in the affirmative and he introduced himself. “I’m Yuu, but everyone calls me Nishinoya. Or Nishi. Or Noya.”

“Nishi!” the taller guy said.

“The impatient giant here is Asahi,” Nishinoya continued, “and this is his girlfriend, (name).”

You all exchanged pleasantries as you made your way inside to join Suga, with whom hugs and fist bumps were shared.

“So the old team captain isn’t here yet, hm?” Asahi asked Suga.

The host shook his head. “He texted earlier and said he was gonna be a little late.”

Putting two and two together, you said, “Oh, right! Suga told me that you guys played volleyball together in high school?”

“Yeah, he was the team mom, always cheering us on and talking sense into us when we needed it,” Nishinoya said.

“Which was often,” the former vice-captain mumbled as he tipped his drink to his lips.

You ignored Suga’s smartass remark and spoke to Noya’s statement instead. “Sounds about right,” you teased, playfully poking Suga in the side as you helped him make drinks for everyone.

At Asahi’s request, you explained how you’d become friends with the host. Suga’s former teammates laughed and took turns telling you about his mischievous ways, especially in volleyball club. Asahi’s girlfriend was a little shy at first but she warmed up, laughing as the guys reminisced about their glory days.

“Okay, literally the only thing I know about volleyball is that you rotate and try to hit a ball over a net,” you confessed. “Like human ping pong.”

“Actually, tennis is more like ping pong,” Nishinoya pointed out. “Volleyball is way more badass than that!”

Just as you laughed at the former libero’s emphatic correction, another ring of the doorbell came. Suga answered it and less than a minute later a very loud voice came barreling down the short corridor. Nishinoya and Asahi looked at each other and no sooner than they flatly said “Ryu”, a slim guy with a buzzed head and sharp eyes appeared in the dining room with his hands in the air yelling, “The Tanakas are here! Let the party begin!” He was followed by his stunning wife, whose name you would soon learn was Akira.

“We come bearing booze!” she slurred, an already tipsy woman after your own heart. “Now which one of you beautiful people is going to help me bring this shit inside?”

“I will!” you exclaimed with a smile wide enough to light up the room as you shuffled towards her. “You can never have too much!”

“Great fucking minds!” Akira proclaimed, her face lighting up as well.

“There goes the damn neighborhood!” Suga shouted as the two of you frolicked out the door while introducing yourselves.

Having Nishinoya and Ryu in the same room tripled the noise volume but everyone was nearly in tears now that another former Karasuno volleyball player was in on the storytelling, especially with his riotous wife’s witty commentary.

Not long after they arrived, a fresh round of drinks were being poured when the doorbell rang yet again. You shooed Suga back to the kitchen, oblivious to his half-hearted attempt to beat you to it in the first place.

You were laughing at Akira’s rendition of her husband’s latest knucklehead moment. But you fell silent when you swung the door open to find a pair of big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, looking back into yours. A lifetime of conversations seemed to pass between you in a matter of seconds.

Whoever he was stood there in his grey pullover and dark khaki cargo pants looking finer than a man should be allowed to. His energy enveloped you along with his scent as a perfectly timed breeze flowed in behind him.

“Uh, hi. Can I come in? It’s kinda cold out here.”

“Oh.” You stepped aside. “O-of course! I’m so sorry.”

His voice was deep and rich with an understated commanding tone, one that you surmised would sound particularly sexy murmuring sweet nothings and dirty thoughts in your ear.

His crooked, boyish grin reached his milk chocolate eyes. “It’s fine. Don’t mind,” he said as he stepped in beside you. He closed the door behind himself and took his shoes off.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Daichi,” he said, extending his hand.

You slid your hand into his, warm and strong, and replied, “Pleased to meet you, Daichi. I’m y/n.”

Suga had been secretly spying on you from the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while laughing with the unassuming Ryu and Nishinoya at the appropriate moments. Now he watched with quiet delight as you and Daichi walked in from the foyer together. He was right - the two of you would make a sickeningly cute couple, and for a moment he had a vision of you walking down the aisle together.

“Daichi!” Suga called out when his best friend looked at him, pretending he hadn’t noticed him before. The other former Karasuno team members all greeted him with shoulder punches and man hugs.

Of course, Ryu couldn’t help but give his former team captain a little grief. “Took you long enough, man. Even I beat you here!”

“Only because Akira here probably lit a fire under your ass!” Daichi jeered as he side-hugged the nodding female in question.

“And what a sweet ass it is,” she quipped, reaching over to pinch her husband’s butt.

Suga approached Daichi, smiling before punching him in the chest. “Good to see you, bro!”

Daichi clutched his chest and coughed. “Sorry, man, got a DV call from dispatch right before the end of my shift. By the time I got done with all the paperwork, I was running an hour behind.”

You knew all too well what ‘DV’ meant, putting everything together rather quickly.

“Oh…” You felt a riptide within you; one that drew you closer to Daichi, but at the same time pulled you away. “You’re Suga’s cop friend!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Daichi answered in his smooth, silky voice with a crooked grin.

Oh, gods help you. You were at once smitten and repelled by him. Smitten because of who he was; repelled because of what he did for a living. The commanding presence made sense now.

“Oh, right! You two haven’t been introduced yet!” Suga exclaimed, the sneaky bastard feigning ignorance. “Y/n, this is Daichi. He’s been my best friend since high school,” he said before turning to said best friend. “Daichi, this is y/n. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, but she’s basically me with a vagina!” This earned him a playful slap to the chest, though he wasn’t wrong.

The laughter in the next room reached a new, raucous height and Suga’s name was called. He looked between you and Daichi and said, “Excuse me while I go tend to the children.” He shuffled away, leaving you and Daichi alone together.

“Do you drink? I’ll get something for you,” you offered.

There was that boyish smile again, making you curse inwardly at the way your heart leapt every time he looked at you.

“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll get it myself,” he said, moving around the kitchen like he knew it by heart. He went right to the place where Suga kept his drinking glasses, taking one out and placing it on the countertop before turning to the liquor cabinet. “Suga said you helped him with all the cooking and everything. Why don’t you go take a seat and relax?” He flashed you another crooked grin.

“Yeah, y/n, Daichi spends so much time here, he’s even got his own private whiskey stash,” Suga added, sauntering into the kitchen again.

“And by stash he means one bottle,” the dark-haired male said as he poured two fingers neat.

You were snickering at their brotherly banter when Nishinoya called out for you. “Come check this out! Ryu’s got some old team pictures on his phone!”

“Oooh! I have to see this!” you said, scurrying into the dining room where the former Karasuno wing spiker’s phone was being passed around.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Suga almost laughed at the way his best friend sidled up to him, drink in hand, and murmured, “Suga, you dog! A couple of months? You’ve been holding out on me!”

“She’s not my date,” Suga said smugly. “We’re just friends.”

Daichi gave Suga a look of deep concern. “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous!”

“Believe me, we tried.”

Daichi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What do you mean you tried?” He wasn’t too keen on the idea of having his best friend’s sloppy seconds.

“We kissed once just to see if we could be more than friends, but no. Just…no. Seriously, we’re just too much alike.”

Daichi blinked. “Y-you mean…? Is she single?”

Suga’s smug grin persisted when he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “She sure is. You like her?”

Daichi watched and admired your beauty as you laughed and aww’ed at the pictures from their high school volleyball days.

Suga slapped him on the back as he pushed off the counter. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

From the photos you could tell that, even when he was 17, Daichi looked like an adult. So did Asahi for that matter. But even then Daichi had an aura about him that said he was in charge. And Suga was so stinking cute you almost cried. They hadn’t changed much in the 10 years since.

During dinner you sat across from Daichi, who made eye contact with you several times, especially when you laughed. The guys took turns telling you about their respective positions back at Karasuno, but Daichi was the one who took the most time to explain the game mechanics to you. To most people, that would probably be boring, but Daichi had a way of making it interesting. The fact that he was so handsome didn’t hurt, especially when you focused on his lips as they moved. Even his former teammates, who knew the game all too well, got sucked into their former leader’s easy-to-understand but also very accurate way of explaining the game of volleyball, occasionally chiming in to drive a point home or tell another story.

After everyone had finished eating, you all sat around the table and talked for a while before the Tanakas announced their departure. Nishinoya, Asahi, and his partner left not too long afterwards.

And then there were three.

You and Daichi insisted on helping Suga with the clean-up, which didn’t take very long with all of you tag-teaming tasks. You chatted with them for a few more minutes, but it was getting late.

“Well, guys, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but I gotta get back home. I’m wiped out,” you said, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Y/n, thank you so much for helping. I couldn’t have done all this without you,” Suga said, hugging you.

Hugging him back, you smiled and said, “You’re so welcome, Suga. It’s been my pleasure.”

With his arms crossed over his wide chest, Daichi lifted his chin at you and said, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You opened your mouth, but your grey-haired friend jumped in with suspicious enthusiasm. “She’s been drinking since 6:20!”

You gawked at Suga, a satisfied grin plastered across his smarmy face. “Did you just tattle-tell on me?”

Daichi looked from Suga to you, pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to drive. You can either stay here with Suga or I’ll give you a ride home tonight.” You pouted and Daichi shrugged. “Or I can take you to the drunk tank.”

“You know what, the drunk tank sounds like fun, why don’t you take me there?” you said, smiling.

Daichi chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. I’d rather take you home.” He caught himself right after he’d got the words out, Suga already snickering. “I meant like ‘make sure you make it home okay’. Pervert,” he said, ribbing Suga.

Your laugh lingered on your lips when you offered your wrists to him and said, “Well, since you put it that way, Officer Sawamura,” making his soft cock twitch in his pants and his cheeks tinge with pink.

Embarrassed a little he scratched the back of his head while looking away. “I don’t think handcuffs are going to be necessary. I don’t have them on me anyway.”

“What if I resist arrest? How would you restrain me?”

Suga was an absolute mess on the inside, trying to keep it together. You and Daichi were so pleasantly lost in banter that neither of you noticed when he strategically walked away to pretend to dry dishes.

The dark-haired police officer smirked and said, “I…really shouldn’t answer that. I plead the fifth.”

Now your cheeks became visibly warm. “Then how about you show me instead?”

Suga nearly choked on his spit, but kept his back turned as he dried the same plate he’d been drying for two minutes straight.

Daichi’s smirk spread into a full grin as he shook his head, laughing quietly. Leaning with his back against the countertop he gestured with his hand and said, “Sure.”

Your heart skipped a million beats.

“Turn around and walk away from me,” he commanded, nodding to indicate the direction.

You smiled and did as he said. Your right foot had barely lifted to take your first step when Daichi looped his strong hands around your wrists, one then the other. It didn’t take much force for him to cross your arms behind your back and hold them together with one hand while he stood so close behind you that his chest rubbed your shoulder.

You gasped. “Wowww…That was fast!” You looked over your shoulder at him. “But what if I struggle?”

“Go ahead,” he dared, the heat of his breath caressing your ear.

Suga cleared his throat dramatically. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?” he said, grinning his most mischievous grin.

Daichi let go of you and straightened up as if he’d forgotten Suga was even there. Damn, you were getting to him.

“Alright,” Daichi said, “let’s get going. You ready?”

You nodded and followed him to the door, stopping in the foyer to put your shoes on. Daichi opened the door for you as you waved goodbye to your friend and walked outside. When Daichi turned around to close the door, Suga winked at him while making a lewd gesture, earning him a death stare from his long-time friend.

ch. 1 ☆ ch. 3

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Cultural mixing

Pairing: Zelina Vega x Fem reader

Description: You and your girlfriend make each other meals from your cultures

You smile making fried green tomatoes while music plays throughout the kitchen waiting for your girlfriend to come home. You decided to make a few southern dishes you grew up eating with your family to show more of your culture to Zelina, you first made cajun baked catfish with a roll and asparagus followed by homemade barbequed pork and chicken with mashed potatoes and corn then finally your mom's recipe of fried green tomatoes with peas, sweet corn, and mashed potatoes keeping them warm in the oven until zelina came home and sat down after showering and changing "Hey baby i got a few things for you" you hand her the barbeque which she groans in joy while eating and smiles at you while eating "Oh my god this is amazing". The next day for lunch you both eat fried green tomatoes and she immediately is stunned and in awe as she eats until she is finished "Baby you gotta make these again soon Jesus" then later that same day you both have cajun baked catfish and she just swallows it after squeezing lemon juice over it "Damn Mija! You gotta make this for Rey and the boys!" you laugh but keep the promises, making a big batch of the catfish later that week and bringing it backstage where her friends immediately are in awe as they eat even taking leftovers home with them, you make another batch this time of the mixed barbecue which everyone also enjoyed even taking batches to other wrestlers including the bloodline, judgement day, Kevin Owens, and Liv Morgan then you made more fried green tomatoes this time in two big batches which every single person backstage eats with the homemade sweet and spicy sauce you made. You walk in the door from work to a mouth watering smell seeing zelina cooking "Ah mi vida your home!" you share a kiss before sitting down for dinner "I made you one of my favorites, pinchos they're chicken skewers" you try it and instantly melt as you continue eating "This is amazing!" the next day you groan in hunger at the delicious smell throughout the house "Another Puerto Rican classic bebe Arroz con pollo" you are in awe as you eat the rice and chicken meal full of many flavors at once followed by a flan dessert which was very tasty, later that week you walk in from work with a smile when you smell food cooking in the kitchen "More Puerto Rican flavor! Bistec encebollado" you are full of joy eating the steak and onions with rice and roasted peaches which added a unique flavor you would never forget "God thank you for sharing these with me baby" she smiles giving you a gentle kiss "Thank you for sharing yours with me mi dulces" you both smile everytime you smell the familiar scents of these meals and new smells of meals you made from your cultures to each other later on.

#zelina vega x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #zelina vega

[ahshitikeepreadingfanfics]

Mr.Mom

Taishiro Toyomitsu’s family, it’s mostly girls.

Except for the second oldest

His only boy

Having 7 children he knows his wife is overwhelmed so sometimes

He takes them to the office

AND IT IS CHAOS.

Red Riot getting covered in the chaotic girls screaming to have piggy back rides, the eldest asking to be thrown so she can practice using her quirk at age 10 so she bounces against the walls, literally, while Suneater just sits with the shy little boy looking at bugs and fish in the books he brings so he can show him all the cool new facts at age 9, 5 year old twin girls braiding their dads hair. 8 year old triplets drawing all over his desk with permanent marker. The 5 month old baby sleeping in the crib has has in his office, it’s been there for 10 years. It’s not going anywhere.

Literally. One of the twins sneezed and he or his wife do not know where this quirk came from because her sister has a similar quirk to her dad, except it’s muscle. (a muscly 5 year old is mildly terrifying according to Red Riot) And now it is super glued it to the ground. No matter what you or Taishiro used to try and pry it from the floor. It would stay. You both gave up. Plus it’s in a good spot anyways.

By the time lunch comes around, everyone’s tired and hungry. Luckily his wife knows their kids time. It’s like she has a tracker for exhaustion and hunger. It’s amazing. She already has her quirk but it’s like she has a bonus quirk just for her family, which includes Fatgums sidekicks. She brings them all lunch. Plus, she needs to feed the baby. Baby girl number 7 already drank all the milk he packed for her. Just like her dad. Never satisfied when eating. His beautiful wife (in her hero uniform no less) brought food for everyone. It was suddenly calm. The kids were behaved. Drawing on paper, sitting quietly. Unpacking their lunch. Keeping their quirks in check. Including his sidekicks. Taishiro was in complete awe. Then she left and chaos started all over again. Food was being thrown. Sweet potatoe fries are everywhere. The chaos is never ended if his wife isn’t around when outside the home. At least at home that chaos is contained.

“why are you guys so good when mom is here? I don’t get it?” Taishiro questions, looking at his children, his son looks up at him while eating his rice “Mom says we need to be good when she’s at the office. That’s the rule or else we need to go home.”

“Wait. She has rules for when you guys go to her office?” Fatgum questions,

“Yea” the nonchalant answer from his son makes everything clear, they all need to go home. He looks around.

There is marker everywhere.

There is gum in both the five year olds hair, he doesn’t even know where they gotten gum. Probably from Red Riot. Definetly from Red Riot

Sweet potatoes mashed into his favourite office chair, that stain will never come out of the light orange fabric.

“Okay guys let’s pack up and go home! Moms at work today and we need to get home. Red Riot your coming we’re doing training in my backyard today. Suneater your gonna hang out with my son and you guys can watch the fish channel. Girls you are gonna give Riot resistance training” Taishiro states.

The girls scream and giggle knowing that it will be a fun day.

A few hours later the kids are down for a nap except the oldest two. The sidekicks have left for the day after an exhausting day taking care of the Toyomitsu clan. Taishiro is laying on the floor with the baby on his chest watching My neighbor totoro. They are relaxing. It’s about 5pm and his amazing wife is about to be home. The house is a mess as usual and it’s cleaning day tomorrow.

“Hello love” the light and airy voice of his wife reaches his ears. As the front door swings open.

He glances up to his wife. Some mud on her face. She’s smiling down at him. Her eyes sparkle with love and adoration.

“Good day?” She questions smiling knowing that today has been long as it is when the kids are out of school.

“Messy. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world”

“Thank you for being an amazing dad. Mr.Mom”

He laughs as she goes to sit on the couch with the oldest two. They get excited when they notice she is there. The little boy sits right next to her. She wraps her arms around her oldest children. And they snuggle right in. Once the kids are up again, his wife giggles at the 5 year olds new haircuts due to the gum, ghe 8 year olds are showing her their drawings of their family and you all start to make dinner and start getting ready for bed. It’s about 8pm, you and Taishiro and snuggled on the couch.

“Your amazing for taking care of those kids for so long and being out of the hero game so long” Taishiro states.

“Your amazing for being a great dad” his wife answers looking up at him kissing him softly on the cheek.

The family is messy, and kinda chaotic. But he’s never been surrounded by more love in his entire life. He’s never been happier. He doesn’t know how you do it while also being a hero.

He’s known as a Mr.Mom.

He might be a very popular hero amongst the world community,

But honey, your his hero.

Just had these thoughts and on my god I couldn’t stop.

#fatgum #fatgum x reader #dad!fatgum #mha #bnha

[t-h-i-n-g]

200 followers celebration!! (Closed)

Idk what I did to deserve the support and love I get for my work but I'm so happy that 200 of you guys are sticking around for my journey and writing and just growth throughout the past couple of months. Ty ty so much and to show my appreciation I made a little prompt event!

Events masterlist

Send me a request of the number of prompt you want (can be as many as you want, I'll try to incorporate them all) and the character (from my list) you would like the prompt to be with :)) (ex. 23 w/ Stiles Stilinski) Enjoy!!

"thanks for being here with me."

"Hold on, let me fix this for you."

"you made a promise."

"was i not enough for you?"

" i love you, but you’re not mine. "

“What’s you excuse this time?” “I’m a little bit stupid :)"

"do we really have to end it all?"

“ doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. “ “ are you calling me an idiot? “

"I wish I could go on just one date where I didn't have to use the Heimlich maneuver." "Dude, what goes on on your dates?" "I wish I knew!"

“you… you don’t even have to love me back, you know?”

'' you're blushing. '' '' i-- i didn't realize you were in here. ''

" before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. "

“you’re driving me crazy here.”

" i’m not afraid of you. "

" we won’t forget each other, right? "

“ it’s just an innocent kiss. “

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four."

" order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. "

“ [they/she/he] kissed you? “ it was more of a peck... “22

"Okay, I get it now." "You do?" "Yeah!" "Are you sure?" "No."

“Just kiss me once!”

“Can you just-” “CaN yOu JuSt-” “Stop!” “StOp!” “One of these days I am going to kill you.”

“ of course i love [him/them/her]. we’ve been friends for ages. “

“If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom!"

“you guys make this stuff look easy...”

“you did not just bite into your popsicle.”

" wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look."

"i lost, didn't i?"

"I guess when you put it like that..."

“i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.”

" aw, did you miss me? "

" is that my shirt? "

"you’re welcome to stay, if you want. "

“ friends don't look at each other that way. “

"i just want you to be happy."

" how about a kiss before i go?"

"Your hands are always so warm."

"somehow, i expected that this would happen eventually."

“hey, your feelings are not stupid.”

"Hrmg, I'm not moving. Don't make me."

" i’m sorry, have we met? "

“ you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. “

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide …”

“…*begrudgingly* No escape from reality."

"You're so cute." "No, I'm not."

" your heart is beating so fast right now. "

"please tell me why."

" it’s okay. you can let go. "

“ you know that’s not the case. [she/he/they] adores you. “

“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”

"we could have had a thousand of tomorrows together."59

" it wasn’t supposed to end like this. "

"No, stop saying that! I DON'T care about you or anything you do!"62

"you already know how this will end. "

" do you remember when we first met? "

“Wow that was so wild. Crazy”

“it’s your turn to do the dishes.” “let’s get a divorce.” “we aren’t married yet, my love.” “well we sure as hell aren’t getting married now.”

"i was ready to give you my heart."

" why does it feel like this is goodbye? "

“ unless you don't like me, in which case i take it back. “

"How is it only Wednesday..." "It's Monday." "NO!!!!"

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

“He’s my worst enemy. My nemesis.” “Didn’t you meet him like five minutes ago?” “Yes.”

"Why are you all laughing? That is not very nice. I haven't even told my joke yet."

“do you… love me, by any chance?” “yeah, why?” “well, i’m sorry, i was just— WAIT WHAT—”

'' i don't feel... whatever it is i'm supposed to feel for you. ''

“your mom is coming over today.” “tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “you tell her, she’s your mom.” “but she likes you more!”

“You really think you can stop me? Adorable.”

"you sound pretty hot when you shut up."

“Toss me!” “Toss you?!” “Do it!!”

“Every time I see your face I go crazy.” “Crazy in a bad way or crazy in a good way?” “Undecided.”

“this is why i hate summer.”

"well, well, well. look who's running back into my arms. i told you that i'm irresistible, didn't i?"

“why isn’t the air on?? turn it on!”

“Hold my beer.” “This is a Capri-sun.”

“You think you can take me?”

“Hey, uhm, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” “Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me now, are you?” “Well now I’m certainly not gonna to do it!!”

“ew, you're all sweaty...”

“Shut up.” “..I didn’t say anything?” “Shhhh.”

“I just want to throw up and die."

“This is it. This is my sign!” “… That’s a cereal box.”

Hopefully you'd like to celebrate with me with this event :)))

#200 followers #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #peter parker x reader #mj x reader #twilight x reader #max mayfield x reader #jj maybank x reader #harry potter x reader #hermione granger x you #pope heyward x reader #america chavez x reader #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #steve rogers x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #jacob black x reader #seth clearwater x reader #sam wilson x reader #sarah cameron x reader #dustin henderson x reader

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐊𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝟑 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚)

Akane: You look like shit.

Haruto: You could say that.

Akane: What? Is being a guard too stressful for you?

Haruto: Its stressful, but nothing I can't handle.

Akane: Sure.

Haruto: Anyway, Ichi-kun says he can hear his victim crying all across the prison, so I was wondering if its the same for you?

Akane: No, I haven't heard anything from him since his first day here. He doesn't bother yelling until he sees me anyway.

Haruto: I see. Speaking of Ichiro, you've been getting along well with him lately. That's good.

Akane: Uh, yeah.

Haruto: What brought this change about? You struck me as the type to look out for yourself.

Akane: Ah, I dunno. He just started following me around one day. I didn't mind, so I let him.

Haruto: How do you feel about him?

Akane: What kind of question is that?

Haruto: Just curious.

Akane: Uh. I guess he's cute in a way. I wouldn't want him to get hurt.

Haruto: Could you say the same about yourself?

Akane: Huh?

Haruto: How do you feel about yourself?

Akane: Well, I'm...me?

Haruto: You would do anything to protect yourself, right?

Akane: I guess...? What are you trying to get at?

Haruto: Your motive for your crime.

Akane: I already told you, my father was a useless drunk.

Haruto: I always thought you killed out of self-defense, but was that really the case?

Akane: Does this mean you're voting me guilty?

Haruto: Were you in danger when you killed him?

Akane: O-Oi!

Haruto: Answer the question.

Akane: I was really angry, okay?

Haruto: Why, what did he do?

Akane: I just received my paycheck for the month and he asked for half of it.

Haruto: Was that the first time he did that?

Akane: No.

Haruto: So shouldn't you be used to it?

Akane: I HAD ENOUGH OF HIS SHIT, OKAY?!!

Haruto: What about that day in particular made you kill him?

Akane: It- It just happened. I was really angry. It spilled over.

Haruto: If you could go back in time and retain all of your knowledge, would you kill him again?

Akane: I... I don't know. He's still the same piece of shit so-

Haruto: But you've changed.

Akane: I- I don't want to go back. I'm trying to be a good person. If I go back to that shitty life, I'll return to being scared and angry all the time and everything will go wrong again-

Haruto: Calm down. I'm just asking a hypothetical question.

Akane: ...Right.

[Bell rings, mechanical sounds in the back.]

Haruto: Let's see if you have any surprises for me.

Akane: I've been telling you the truth the whole time.

Haruto: Hmpf. Prisoner 002, sing your sins!

[MV description - (Don't) look at me]

"Where did it all go wrong? Probably from the start. Children tend to make their way through life blissfully unaware. If only my eyes were opened later."

The MV starts with a younger Akane walking with her back facing the camera, hand in hand with her father and mother. She smiles, looking up at her mom, and then her father. She's wearing a backpack as she walks. A school comes into view with other kids making their way in. Turns out its her first day of kindergarten.

"With a tick tock drone, time drags me along with it. Adults and children live different lives. My body isn't catching up fast enough."

The camera cuts to a teenage Akane sitting by her dining table. A closeup of the table reveals several overdue rent notices and empty beer cans. Her father lies asleep on the couch in the living room. She counts through a stack of bills in her hand. A shot of a calendar on the wall reveals that its the start of the month.

"Filial piety is a virtue. They made you, its only fair that you repay them. Screw that! At this rate, I'm starting to wish I was never born."

Akane takes out a container of leftover fried rice from the fridge and heats it up in a microwave. The calendar shows that its the seventh day of the month. There's a new bandage on her cheek. She takes half of the food onto her plate and leaves the rest on the dining table. She then retreats into her room.

"A world that keeps spinning without me. I'll curse it. Open your eyes and look at me. (Don't look at me.) Look at me. Open your eyes and see."

A montage ensues as the chorus starts. Akane attending school. Working at the café. Receiving her paycheck. Being pulled by the hair by her classmates. Walking home in the rain. Sorting through the bills. Eating ice cream in the convenience store. Getting hit across the face. The calendar is present throughout the montage at a lower opacity, pages flying off to show that three years have passed.

"You disgust me. Don't even make me look at you. What I remember about mom, I really loved her."

The song stops playing. Crickets chirp in the background. Akane and her father sit opposite each other by the dining table. He tears up slowly and says: "I loved her too."

"A world that keeps spinning without me. I'll curse it. Open your eyes and look at me. (Don't look at me.) Look at me. Open your eyes and see."

Akane stands by the sink, scrubbing the dishes. She stares blankly ahead of her. Her fist clenches harder around the sponge, squeezing out more bubbles. Back and forth. She scrubs faster and harder. Back and forth. Back and forth. Its the thirty first day of the month.

"Children lie to get out of trouble. Adults aren't so different. You disgust me. Don't even make me look at you."

Its the first day of the month. A reply of the last scene of Testimony where Akane's father takes half of her salary. She grabs the beer bottle and stalks after him. The camera switches to her point of view as she steps closer to him in the hallway. The camera cuts off before the bottle makes contact with his head.

"An unchanging testimony, I always tell the truth. All you have to do is open your eyes and look at me. (Don't look at me.)"

A teenage Akane walks with her back to the camera, carrying a backpack. She's alone this time. A school comes into view with other teenagers walking in. Turns out its her first day of high school.

┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊

#Ichiro and Akane have a lot of montages in their MVs #I find it interesting how pure sensory information usually makes it into their MVs #as compared to Suzume's trippy ones #prisoner 002: kobayashi akane #prison guard: suzuki haruto #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

[nagirambles]

What do you think fairy tail would have been like if Lucy wanted to be a baker/cook/chief instead of an author ?(ive been watching one piece lately and now I’m curious since Lucy hobbies besides writing is baking/cooking? ) love to hear your thoughts 🍪anon

Well... that’s a unique question. 

Honestly, Lucy’s writer thing fades off quite often, so quite a few things can still remain the same. Cooking is a bit of a strange one, though, would her dream be to become a renowned chef (making herself famous by her own efforts rather than perpetuated rumours and family prestige), to write her own cookbook and open her own restaurant and taste delicacies all around the world (which would give her more of a ‘travelling around the world for more experience’ motive and she wouldn’t stay in a guild all the time.) 

I do like the idea of chef, though. I think Lucy and Sanji have been compared often, so first they would both have gone through the whole ‘you’re a noble/royal, and cooking is for the chefs, not for you’ talk with their fathers. But Lucy would have a more positive environment than Sanji, and you know, learning how to cook is a good skill for a woman in that kind of society. But if Lucy starts getting too invested in her passion, Jude would probably still disapprove. 

Come to think of it, she tried to give him a rice ball in a flashback, didn’t she? Similarly, Jude would consider it a skill, but he’d also consider it a waste of time and frown upon it.

Ironically, I’d like to think that Jude was a good cook, not Layla. So Lucy actually got this part of her from him, and this is what they’ll bond over when Jude’s business collapses. Maybe Jude will eventually give her his cookbook, and it’ll be the only, most meaningful thing he’s ever gotten from him. 

I think one of the few things to immediately change would be the starting scene. 

Imagine if, instead of treating Natsu to food, Lucy also takes a bite and sighs, because Hargeon is a fishing town. Other than fresh fish, everything else is subpar, and she’s not satisfied. She wonders where she’ll be able to get actually good food, but she also doesn’t have that kind of budget. Maybe Bora will lure Lucy onto the ship with promise of good cruise cuisine. 

There will probably be a running joke from Happy and Natsu, about Lucy’s arsenal consisting of humanoid food ingredients. They are mortified, Lucy is offended. They still don’t know what Plue is, a snow cone? 

I think it’d be cute if downtime scenes were, instead of them siting around chatting, they sat around while Lucy happy starts bushfire cooking. Gray and Natsu argue for a bit and suddenly Lucy has fried rice served and ready to eat, ma’am holy crap that was fast! And they’ll eat. It’d be a cute theme if Lucy continued to go about everywhere foraging for anything she could cook. Also, she has a stone oven in her apartment that is never used or mentioned. Maybe in this AU they invade Lucy’s house because they know she probably has something cooking. Free food! 

Lucy would probably be very angry when Natsu burns something to a crisp, even if it was a person. It’s just chef instinct, she hates it when things are burnt. 

(“Natsu, why can’t you ever hit a perfect medium rare? It’s not that hard!”)

(“I prefer my meat well done.”)

(“You heathen!”)

Unlike Sanji, she won’t have the whole ‘my hands are sacred’ thing because she doesn’t have them for novelist hands in canon either. 

Let’s say in this AU, she has a quirk of photographing instead of writing. She usually takes pictures of food, of people enjoying food, and finally, people in general. She’s still the log keeper and narrator, and she sends these pictures to her mom. Instead of writing letters, Lucy bakes or cooks something amazing, takes a picture, and writes a very meaningful ‘to Mom, today I cooked this’ and nothing much else. She doesn’t need anything else to tell her feelings-- maybe in this AU, she’s not very eloquent to begin with. 

In this regard, would she still be friends with Levy? I’d say no, but we could make it work. Maybe Levy’s got specific allergies, or body image issues, or maybe even an ED-- and thus she doesn’t eat in the guild. Lucy notices this quickly and helps her work through it together. There, friendship. 

Lucy cries in despair when he sees the dragon slayers eat weird things. It eventually grows into indifference, and soon enough, she’s taking notes on what fire tastes better and how to make it exactly how Natsu likes it. Everyone mourns when she was normal, because now Gajeel has to explain to her that rusty metal has a kick to it that he likes better than polished metal, and she keeps asking. 

Lucy’s love language will be food, of course. She likes to keep everyone well-fed, maybe use her house a lot more as a meeting spot. One of her first indicators of trying to get along with you would be asking you what’s your favourite food and the reason why. The easiest way to make a good first impression with her is to recommend her an interesting snack. (Eg, Loke giving her fruit milk after she gets out of the public bath, Loke arc anime-only scene.) 

If Lucy ends up fighting something edible, eg old guy that turns into an octopus in Edolas, her first thought would be "holy crap, think of how much takoyaki I can make with this guy! But it would be the least appetising takoyaki ever, I’m so conflicted, what do I do?!” Lucy would probably also start freaking out when animal-type enemies attack her. She’d cry about finally receiving karmic vengeance for her crimes or something, just to be dramatic. 

I like to imagine a scene where Natsu comes in as backup for Lucy in a tag-team battle. 

(As tongue-in-cheek, he would hold onto his enemy and ask her, “how would you like your steak done today, ma’am?”)

(And Lucy would reply, “medium rare, please.”)

(It would be cute if he messes it up and Lucy snarks, “you’re a horrible chef, this is inedible. How dare you serve this to a customer, send it back to the kitchen!”)

(“Well, that’s why you're at the chef and not me, right?”)

Something like that. 

#it's an ask #it's a headcanon #fairy tail #fic related rambles #regarding chef lucy

[chaotic-multidimension]

The last thing Shō expected to hear when he came home from school was the soft sound of classical music coming through the door.

The only person listening to it was Reigen. What was he doing here?

Teru was with Kageayma today, he and Shō had separated right in front of the school. The redheaded boy was supposed to be attending his art club, but today he wasn't in the mood. Sue him. His mom lived in another town, and to tell the truth, she would be at his side.

With a soft click, Shō entered the apartment and left the door slightly aja

New target: to scary Reigen for entering their place.

Using his esp to cover footsteps, Shō sneaked into the kitchen, where the man was obviously cooking deliciously smelled chicken. Even from the stairs leading up to their 3rd floor apartment, the teen could smell the fried garlic. Shō was expected it to come from their neighbours, but this turn of events was way much better.

Reigen's phone was on the counter and the man was trying to read the recipe on his really small screen. Every other minute, he was leaning forward and squinted his eyes. It took a real stretch of Shō's will not to laugh at how ugly he looked doing it.

The teenager was really close to his target. His arm, covered by ESP, shimmered slightly as he reached out to touch the man's shoulder...

"Boo!"

Some weightless but huge and electrifying hands dropped onto Shō's own shoulders, disrupting his disguise. The teenager jumped - tried, because the hands wouldn't let him go far - into the air, yelping like a startled rat. Which, in turn, gave him the result he had originally sought - to frighten Reigen.

Although, what happened next startled Shō even more. He expected Reigen to scream, maybe stumble and loose his footing - after all, he'd seen him mostly run away when things got hectic. Instead, Reigen spun in place and swung his left hand behind him, or rather in front of him, followed by a swing with the spatula.

Shō was quickly leaned to the side by hands on his shoulders, dodging the blow aimed at his face, perhaps, because it landed far above his red hair, but the cooking instrument succeeded.

"Hey, you! Watch it!"

Dimple yelled, picking Shō up to move him away from the damage in case Reigen decided to continue. The teen put his hand on a temple and looked at his palm. It was oily. Small grains of rice stuck to his skin.

"You watch it! What was that?! I've told you a million times not to... oh! Hello, Shō-kun!"

Reigen's confused face quickly changed to one of annoyance.

"I didn't hear you return."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at his phone.

"You weren't supposed to be here until 17:30. What happened?"

Shō licked his palm. Dimple gaped so hard that his 'true' form evaporated back into the cloudy one. Reigen muttered something like 'served you right, farty', which agitated Dimple to swat his hand at man's head, but was ignored. Mostly because the tiny hand went through without any resistance.

"And you shouldn't be here at all, Reigen-san," the teen said, looking expectantly at the brown-haired man. Seeing he had nothing to do now child was caught, Dimple decided to lie down on the man's head.

"It's mine and Teru-niisan's place, why are you here?"

"You didn't answer my question," Reigen retrorted, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, still holding the spatula. Then he glanced at his phone, but it was already off. The soft music also stopped.

"Should I?" the boy asked, leaning around the man. The food smelled delicious, especially this close. Reigen was making fried rice as a side dish. Shō's mouth watered and he licked his lips.

There was a short chuckle from above Shō, and the redheaded teenager looked at him discontentedly.

"My home, my rules, what's your excuse?"

"Wow, the kids really like you, Reigen."

"Those who are not influenced by Mob's little brother usually do."

Reigen grumbled, boldly moving Shō from the stove to stir the rice.

"Teruki said he was going to spend a couple of days with Mob and I know you are not a cook at heart. And wash your face already, really".

He went to not the sink, which was to Reigen's left, but to the windowsill. The teenager took some paper towels from the roll and rubbed his temple furiously.

"Yeah? Do you think I don't like to cook?"

"Shō-kun." There was a slight annoyance in Reigen's voice. "You're 15, no one at that age likes to cook if it's not their hobby or future career choice. And it's not yours. Besides, I have seen what you usually eat."

"Yes, you are the one to judge his eating habits, - Dimple commented from above. "After this, he wanted to snick out and to buy takoyaki. But you came earlier that expected".

"For God's sake, Dimple, shut up!

Shō laughed out a loud one.

"What's the matter? You decided to feed this child dull food, but get yourself something tasty? How cruel of you!"

Reigen's sigh was really heavy one.

"Shō-kun, please set the table," he scrubbed skillet by spatula with more force than it was needed.

"So... You know I'm going with you, right?"- his face was split in half with his signature shit-eating grin.

"Yes, Shō-kun, I know, and you are always welcome. For now, please, let's eat this chicken."

#mp100 #suzuki shou #suzuki shō #Dimple #weirdiction #≤- tag to block #this is meaningless fluff i guess #s//ibling au shou lives for couple of months with teruki #don't know how english punctuation works help me #dimple #reigen arataka #fanfiction

[pikapelt]

Old Tigers Can’t Learn New Tricks

Summary: Kotetsu’s tired of being teased about only being able to cook fried rice.  He’s prepared to prove them all wrong.  No, really.

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AN:  This takes place somewhere between The Rising and T&B2.  Kotetsu and Barnaby are too much of a married couple in the new season that I suspect something finally happened during that time-lapse. 

I also just wanna caveat that I haven’t written fanfics in nearly a decade, so I’m really sorry if this is a bit rusty.  But these characters have been living rent-free in my brain for nearly a year now and after royally screwing up dinner the other night I felt inspired to write something.  That something ended up being 2k words on Kotetsu being the dork we know and love. Hope you all enjoy this!

I don’t have an AO3 account so decided to just post this here.

Shitty title is shitty.

Pao-Lin’s birthday was tomorrow, and the heroes had decided to do a potluck at the work to celebrate. Karina was the main organizer and made sure to stress that there was one rule:  it had to be homemade.  Something about it being more heartfelt.  Which Kotetsu was totally fine with.  He was a great cook, ask anyone! 

Or at least, he was totally fine with it until Antonio and Nathan both turned to him and ordered him not to make fried rice.  Oh come on! He complains to his friend a couple times about all the flack his mom gives him and now it’s a thing? And then Barnaby, his own Bunny, had the audacity to also comment on him not making fried rice for tomorrow. But Pao-Lin loved it when Kotetsu brought them all his signature dish for the babysitting gig!  

So, he grumbled an agreement, because lord help him, he was going to prove to everyone that he does in fact know how to cook more than one dish!  And it’ll be so damn good it’ll knock the grumpiness right out of those new rookies.

The recipe seemed easy enough.  Basically, just some cheesy pasta with broccoli.  And hey, Bunny and Kaede kept insisting he needed more vegetables, so look, go him.  The ingredients called for stuff Kotetsu had never even heard of before, but that didn’t deter him in the least.  When he couldn’t find whatever the hell boursin cheese and malfadine pasta was, he figured gouda and angel hair would be good enough.  The picture on the recipe looked like long noodles, and hey, angel hair was long.  And who doesn’t love gouda?  

Once home, Kotetsu tied on his apron, mentally preparing himself for the amazing dish he was about to make.  Glancing down at his phone, he noted that the recipe called for “shaved” broccoli. Pursing his lips, he looked back over to the bag of greens he got and shrugged.  Eh, fuck it.  Florets were good enough.  It was still the same damn broccoli.  

Grabbing the two pots he had in the cupboard, Kotetsu filled one with water and the other with broccoli. As he worked on stirring the greens, he noticed the other pot begin to boil, and he quickly added the pasta.  Or.  He tried to. Attempting to dump half the box into the pot lead to a vast majority of the pasta scattering across the stovetop. Cursing, Kotetsu scrambled to pick up as much of the stringy pasta as he could before he could smell burning. Aaaand now his broccoli was burning. Just great.

Tossing as much of the pasta as he could into the pot, Kotetsu frantically stirred the broccoli to try to salvage what he could.  It was going decently, until stray bits of pasta began to catch on fire from the stove’s lit gas.  Shit shit shit shit.  One hand continuing to stir, Kotetsu grabbed what he could with the other and tossed the flaming bits of pasta into the boiling pot.  He prayed to whoever would listen that the flames didn’t decide gluten wasn’t enough and needed to feast on his very exposed wrist.  

Fire mostly put out, Kotetsu decided to go ahead and add the cheese to the broccoli.  The taste would mask any burnt crisps, probably. Except…ten minutes into letting the cheese sit on the hot pan and the little pieces of shit still weren’t melting. Frowning, Kotetsu turned off all the burners, wiped his hands on the apron, and searched on his phone for the best way to melt gouda.  Huh, microwave it is.  

Scooping the clumps of cheese out of the pan and into a bowl, Kotetsu shoved them into the microwave and stood as patiently as he could for the next 15 seconds.  He cleaned up what he could, tapping his foot anxiously against the tile as he waited for this damn cheese to melt.  It would be the only saving grace to this disaster of a meal.  

As soon as the ding popped up, he opened the door with a semi-hopeful expression, only for it to drop immediately to see the still solid-looking clumps of gouda.  Cursing, he slammed the microwave door shut and nuked them again.  And again. And again.  By this point it wasn’t so much melted cheese as weird lumpy bits of goo.  Having a feeling that this was about as good as it was going to get, Kotetsu groaned and reached for the bowl, only to yelp in pain as the porcelain was significantly hotter than he anticipated.  With barely suppressed frustration he yanked a towel off the oven handle and wrapped it around the bowl before grabbing it and dumping the cheese goop onto the pasta.  

Mixing everything together as best he could, Kotetsu had his doubts about the food.  It….didn’t look appetizing.  But hey, looks can be deceiving.  Don’t judge a book by its cover.  All that jazz.  Filling up a small bowl for a test run, Kotetsu took one bite before glaring with pure hatred at the remainder of the pasta.  It was fucking disgusting.  

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Kotetsu grabbed a beer from the fridge and huffed his way to the living room, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had just made in the kitchen.  Pouting as he plopped himself on the couch and cracked open the drink, he took a long hearty swig of the bitter ale as he considered his options.  It was too late, and he was too damn frustrated to start over, but maybe he could call Barnaby and help out with his dish?  Then he could claim it was a team effort.  Kind of a cop-out, but hey, Karina never said it was a rule that he couldn’t.  

With a sigh, Kotetsu got back up from his couch to retrieve his phone from the war zone of a kitchen. Barnaby was never gonna let him live this down and he knew it.  Hesitating for a moment longer, he let himself call his partner.  

It took longer for the line to pick up than he expected, but as soon as he heard a weary hello, Kotetsu felt his lips finally turn up into a smile.  “Bunny!  Hey, want any help with your potluck dish?  You know I’d be more than happy to come over and lend a hand.”  There was a brief pause as if Barnaby was taking his time to consider his answer.  

“Sorry Kotetsu, I’m just about done here.  I mostly need to clean up and then was going to take care of my plants for the rest of the night.”  God damn it. There went that plan.  Although….

“You, uh, want any help cleaning?”  This time, Barnaby did not hesitate to respond with a swift no.  Well, guess he was still holding a grudge from last month.

“Aw, c’mon Bunny!  You know it was an accident!  How was I supposed to know you kept your dish soap and dishwasher gel right next to each other?”  There was a bit of a plea in his voice.  If he contributed at least something, then he could get away with “helping” make the dish.  

“Old man, it took two weeks for the new parts to come in for the repairs.  You are never touching my washer again; do you hear me?” An argument was on the tip of his tongue when Barnaby cut him off with a sharp “Do you hear me, Kotetsu?” 

Rolling his eyes at his partner, the older man gave a nod.  Remembering Barnaby couldn’t see him he quipped “yeah yeah Bunny, I hear ya. I’m old, not senile.”  

“Good.  Now, is there anything else you needed?”  Kotetsu could just hear the smugness in the other man’s voice.  God, why did Barnaby have the most punchable yet kissable face?  It really gives a guy emotional whiplash.  

“Nah, think I’m just gonna watch some tv and call it a night.  See ya tomorrow Bunny.”  He almost added a ‘love you,’ but knew Barnaby wasn’t quite ready for that kind of send-off.  They were taking it slow, and Kotetsu could respect that.  Trauma was a bitch.

“Good night Kotetsu,” his partner said softly, before hanging up.

Sighing, Kotetsu placed his phone on the coffee table and glanced over to the kitchen.  He was going to need a few more beers before he tackled that mess.

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Juggling four boxes of pizza in one hand as he swiped his badge on the turnstile, Kotetsu looked around nervously.  He knew he was going to get flack for not bringing something homemade, but he’d rather deal with that after at least one cup of coffee.  Resigning himself to his fate, he headed for the elevators.

And sure enough, one rallying cup of coffee later, Kotetsu’s ass was called out the moment he walked through the sliding door of the gym.  All eyes were on him, at least of the heroes who had shown up so far, and Subaru, of course being him, was the first to say something.  “Hey!  That’s cheating!  It was supposed to be homemade, Tiger!”

Sighing, he placed the pizzas on the table where other food was spread out, dividing the boxes in stacks of two for pepperoni and cheese.  “Yeah, yeah, I know.  But…” He’d been thinking about his excuse since last night.  Kotetsu really didn’t want to be the butt end of a joke for the next week because he really can’t make anything besides fried rice.  And he sure as shit wasn’t going to admit as much. “Well, something came up with my daughter last night so I kinda ran out of time.”

The annoyed expression on Karina’s face quickly turned into one of panic.  “What’s going on with Kaede?”

Shit.  Okay, using his daughter as a scapegoat was not a great idea. Eyes wide, he turned to his younger coworker with hands held up.  “Oh, no! Nothing’s wrong!  She just uh…needed help.  With homework.”  

The look of panic on the girl’s face slowly transformed into confusion.  “Huh?  Homework? But usually, she calls me if she’s stuck with something?”  Damn it, he forgot Karina was bit of a mentor to his little girl after they met.  C’mon Tiger, think of something.

“O-oh, well, it was Japanese homework.”  There. That was a safe option.  No one would question him on that.

Sure enough, Karina nodded, concern gone.  Before Kotetsu could say anything else that could have potentially dug his grave deeper, a hand tightly clamped onto his shoulders.  Startled, he looked over to see Keith with his typical million-watt smile. “C’mon guys, let’s not give Mr. Tiger a hard time.  I for one love pizza!”  

Goddess bless Keith and his overflowing well of optimism.  The heroes that were around murmured their agreements and carried on with decorating the gym for Pao-Lin’s birthday.

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Kotetsu had been deep in a conversation with Pao-Lin, Laura, and Ivan when he spotted Barnaby walking through the gym door with a tote bag.  Waving excitedly to his partner, he excused himself from the others so he could greet him.  The blonde looked around at the table, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Kotetsu, where’s your pa-“

Kotetsu quickly cut him off, “pizza?  Oh, right here Bunny!  I know you prefer the one with veggies, but figured I’d play it safe and get the basics for everyone.”  Damn it, he forgot he’d showed Barnaby the recipe he found while scrolling through his computer at work.  Absolutely avoiding paperwork.

Barnaby raised a brow, quietly commenting, “that bad huh?” before opening his tote and pulling out a large, ceramic serving dish.  

Placing it on the table with the rest of the food, the blonde had a small smirk on his lips as he lifted the lid to reveal an entire platter of fried rice.  Glancing over to his partner, his smile became more apologetic. “I only told you not to make fried rice so I could surprise you with mine.  I think I finally got the recipe right this time.”  Kotetsu’s heart swelled at the gesture, wishing he could kiss his Bunny right then and there.  Instead, he settled for a gentle hip-check.  A silent I love you too embedded in those actions.  

“Hey Kid, come try this rice and tell me if it’s any better than mine!  I know it’s been a while, but Bunny over here had to steal my thunder, so we need an unbiased judge!”  

AN: I imagine Keith bringing in cupcakes with little icing pawprint decorations.  Because of course he would.

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