#oh to be offered a nice bowl of soup by someone

[joodlepo]

Take Care Of Me / Lee Felix Smut (18+)

Summary / Felix has been very sick for the past week, and you've been helping him get better. He's finally starting to look a little more like himself again, but unfortunately he still feels pretty weak. So, you decide it might be time for some physical therapy in the bathroom...and your patient is definitely up for that!

Pairings / (Top) Lee Felix + (F) Reader

Word Count / 4.0k

Warnings / Sick Felix, Bath Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Rough Sex

A string of coughs left Felix's throat, and he leaned backwards to rest his head against the bedroom wall. A dull ache throbbed in his chest when he tried to breathe deeply, but it didn't seem like anything serious—just another symptom that would soon fade away on it's own. The pain was a little bit more than usual; maybe he had caught something from one of the staff at work? He couldn't remember having been exposed to any new germs lately...

Felix sighed as he let himself sink deeper into darkness again, allowing the warm embrace of unconsciousness to take him over completely once more. It felt nice, not being able to think anymore for a while.

"Oh Felix!" You called out loudly through the bedroom door, causing him to jerk awake with an irritated groan. "I made you a bowl soup! I hope you're hungry~"

Your voice sounded cheerful enough, despite your ongoing concern about his health. Opening the door slowly, you peeked inside before stepping into the room, carrying two bowls of steaming broth between both hands. They were filled with thick white liquid and covered by thin slices of meaty vegetables floating within them. As expected, they smelled delicious too.

Your eyes widened slightly when they fell upon the sight of him lying sprawled across the floor in nothing but his boxers. His skin was pale and clammy, making him look even sicker than normal.

But, there wasn't much time to worry about how bad he looked right now. All that mattered was getting some food down his stomach and getting him back into bed. That way, hopefully he'd start recovering quickly, without wasting any precious energy fighting off whatever illness he might have picked up.

You hurriedly placed the bowls onto the desk beside the bed before rushing over to help him sit upright. Felix's eyelids fluttered open weakly, revealing bloodshot eyes behind their dark circles.

There weren't many traces of sleep remaining in those orbs.

"Ah," Felix croaked quietly, clutching hold of the edge of the mattress with trembling fingers. "Thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You smiled softly, reaching forward to press a kiss against his forehead. "Here, eat this first and it's back to bed for you!"

Felix obediently lifted his hand to accept the spoonful of broth offered by you, taking small sips, until it was all gone. Once the first bowl had been emptied, you handed him another, which he greedily devoured within a few gulps.

"How are you feeling?" You asked gently. "Can I get you anything else? Should we call someone or go see a doctor?"

"No need for that," Felix shook his head, smiling faintly. "It'll pass eventually. Just give me a moment."

His words were reassuring, and you nodded. Even though he seemed weaker today compared to yesterday, you still knew he'd be okay. At least, that's what you hoped for. After finishing off the second bowl of soup, Felix layed back down on the bed, breathing heavily as if struggling to stay conscious.

He coughed several times before speaking again, looking exhausted beyond belief.

"Thanks for bringing these," he murmured drowsily. "They really hit the spot."

"Of course, Lixie." You smiled, leaning closer to place another soft peck atop his cheek. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Felix gave you a tired nod, closing his eyes and sinking into peaceful slumber. With a smile, you stepped back from the bedside and turned around to leave. Then, just as you reached the doorway…

"W-Wait." Felix spoke quietly, his accent thick with exhaustion. "Do you mind staying here tonight?"

The request came out of nowhere, leaving you startled for a brief moment before responding with a hesitant, "Uh... r-really?"

"Yeah. That'd make things easier," he said simply. "My body feels heavy... I can barely keep my eyes open."

With a deep breath, you once again approached the side of his bed and sat next to him, watching him carefully as he took shallow breaths. He seemed awfully vulnerable lying down there like that.

"Are you sure?" You whispered worriedly.

"Mhm." He replied firmly, reaching out to squeeze your hand lightly. "Please don't leave."

A lump formed in your throat at the sound of his plea.

You couldn't deny how terrible he looked, especially considering how long he hadn't eaten properly. And yet, you also knew he wouldn't ask unless he truly needed you to stay. So, instead of arguing further, you merely nodded silently, squeezing his hand tightly in return.

"Okay then," you murmured softly, gazing down at him with loving eyes.

Hours passed by in silence as you remained seated beside him, holding his hand in yours and stroking his hair occasionally.

The gentle rhythm of his slow, steady breathing lulled you into a pleasant trance, allowing you to forget everything else for a while. Although, you just couldn't sleep. Not because you didn't want to, but rather due to the fact that you eagerly wanted to keep checking on your boyfriend's condition every few minutes.

In return, this only served to prolong the night and drive away any chance of restfulness.

You rose from the chair about twenty minutes later, and began tidying up his room, setting aside his clothes and washing away the stains left behind by his sickness. Afterward, you went ahead and prepared a hot bath for him; something you figured would do him good, given how badly he must've felt otherwise.

"Felix, wake up." You called out softly, rousing him from his slumber.

For a moment, he didn't respond, continuing to lie there with his eyes closed and chest rising gently in short breaths. Eventually though, he opened them, squinting at first before blinking rapidly several times until they finally focused properly once more.

"S-Sorry... I guess fell asleep for a while..." He mumbled sheepishly. "I'm sorry if it's bothering you."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him. "Anyway, I drew a bath for you. It should be ready soon."

As you explained, Felix let out a relieved sigh before sitting upright on the bed, letting you help him get out of it. As he stood, he winced slightly, placing a hand against his stomach, where it throbbed painfully.

"Is your tummy hurting?" You frowned concernedly. "Should I prepare some medicine or something? I have plenty of painkillers around here..."

"Nah, I'll be fine," Felix waved dismissively. "It just hurts a bit still is all... But, thanks anyway."

He gave an embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his head shyly as he began to walk towards the bathroom. You followed closely behind him, pausing briefly when you reach the doorway.

Even so, you stepped inside the steamy room after him nonetheless, taking off your shoes and pulled up your sleeves.

Then, you helped him step into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the steaming water. His face was flushed red from the heat, causing him to appear even paler than usual. Felix's skin looked dry and rough, almost scaly in places, which made you frown deeply.

"How does that feel?" You asked anxiously, glancing over at him curiously. "The water, I mean..."

Felix turned around, giving you a small smile as he reached out and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Better now." He chuckled. "Thanks again."

Once he seemed to settle in comfortably, you returned to the entrance of the bathroom and waited patiently for him to finish bathing. A light blush covered your cheeks when his bare back came into view through the glass door, making it hard not to stare openly.

It wasn't like there were many other things worth looking at here anyway; just some towels on hooks along with a few bottles of shampoo and soap sitting on top of one another by the sink. The sight of his toned muscles flexing beneath the clear liquid caused your heart to skip a beat, eliciting a soft moan.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Felix blinked innocently, looking somewhat confused at your sudden reaction.

"Nothing!" You blushed harder, trying desperately to hide your embarrassment. "Just uh, surprised is all..."

The corner of Felix's mouth twitched upwards as he glanced at you, smirking ever so slightly. He chuckled softly before turning around again, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders shook lightly under the water while his head tilted back briefly against the wall behind him. Sounds were muffled but still audible enough for you to hear over the of warm water caressing every nook and cranny of his body.

The moment felt strangely intimate, watching this man who had become such an integral part of your life bathe himself... even if he did look rather silly doing it.

"Damnit... I can't reach right there," Felix muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the hot spray that splashed onto his face. "Y/N? Do you mind coming back inside?"

You nodded silently, carefully opening the door once more and stepping into the bathroom. As soon as you closed the glass partition between both rooms, however, Felix spun around quickly. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock standing fully erect now, droplets of water clinging to its tip as they rolled down towards his balls.

Felix looked at you with a questioning gaze before looking away again in embarrassment – only making things worse by letting out another soft groan. You gulped audibly, not knowing how to react or what to do next; all thoughts leaving your head as you stared wide-eyed at him from across the small bathroom.

"Uhm, should I even ask? Or are we just going to stare awkwardly until one of us gets uncomfortable?" You finally managed to mutter after taking a deep breath, averting your gaze slightly so you wouldn't be tempted to keep staring at him.

"Sorry..." He mumbled softly, blushing darkly as he gently pushed his thighs together to hide his erection behind them. "I didn't mean to get hard, honest. It's just... well, my dick is sensitive sometimes."

Your brows furrowed worriedly while you watched him try to cover up his obvious arousal. His words sounded sincere though, which made you feel somewhat better about the situation. Still, something told you that you shouldn't press too much on the matter since he seemed quite embarrassed already.

"... Alrighty then," You sighed lightly, trying to push aside your lingering anxiety. "If you want me to leave, I'll go."

Felix shook his head slowly. "...No, please stay. You don't have to touch it or anything werid like that. I just can't reach my back properly without help, alright?"

His voice was laced with nervousness, but you couldn't deny feeling rather curious. That same curiosity won out in the end, however, because you decided to sit yourself down on a stool placed nearby. Rolling up your sleeves again, you scoot towards the edge of the tub where Felix could easily see you. After getting comfortable, you leaned forward slightly and reached towards his lower back.

"Here goes nothing..." You murmured quietly, gently rubbing soap onto your fingers and beginning to work through the lather. A faint moan escaped Felix' lips at your gentle ministrations, causing you to blush lightly as he shifted underneath you.

"Mmm~?" Felix hummed quietly, tilting his head slightly to the side and smiling bashfully. "That tickles..."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

He gave a sheepish grin in response. "Not really, no. Just feels good, actually."

You smiled fondly at him, leaning even closer to start working on his shoulders. The muscles were firm beneath your hands, yet surprisingly flexible considering their size. You worked your way downwards, careful to avoid touching his hips due to how slippery they'd gotten from the hot bath. Felix let out a quiet sigh when you began scrubbing the rest of his upper back, rivulets of sweat forming along his spine.

"There we go~" You cooed, washing off the last traces of soap with some more water. "All clean!"

"Thanks," Felix said gratefully, rolling onto his front as he sat upright again.

His chest glimmered faintly in the dim lighting provided by the overhead light above, and the same erection you first noticed earlier peeked out from the gap between his legs.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze away from his crotch. Felix smirked shyly, giving you an innocent smile. "So uhm... how exactly do you wash someone else's back anyway? I've never done it myself, but I've always wondered."

"Oh, well..." You trailed off, realizing you weren't sure how to respond to that question.

You could barely focus on talking normally anymore, though. All your attention was focused solely on the sight of his stiff shaft poking out from below him, coated in clear precum. You tried to avert your gaze, but it wasn't easy. Every time you looked over at him, you found yourself being drawn back towards those long, toned limbs of his. And each time you did look at him, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Hahaha... Sorry for asking such a weird thing." Felix giggled nervously, clearly aware of your growing attraction to him. "I guess I'm trying to lighten the mood here."

"Ah, um..." You stuttered, struggling to find any kind of coherent thought amidst the haze clouding your mind. "N-No, it's fine! I'm actually pretty distracted right now, so... yeah. Lightening the mood sounds nice."

Felix nodded happily, resting his chin against the edge of the tub and grinning brightly. God, this guy had such a cute face, you found yourself thinking idly. One you wanted to kiss very badly, if given half the chance.

"Do you... wanna touch it?" Felix asked suddenly, making you blink in surprise before you realized what he meant. "Just, not directly. Not unless you're okay with that, of course. If you aren't, I understand."

The sudden shift in topic caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your eyes widened, staring intently into Felix' own lustful gaze. You gulped rather heavily, shivering under the weight of his intense stare. It took everything within you not to give in to your desires, but after several seconds passed, you managed to form a reply.

"Y-Yes, I would love to touch it." You whispered huskily, swallowing hard.

A broad smile spread across Felix' features, and he quickly moved past the awkwardness. He moved back against the wall behind him, stretching one leg outwards while keeping himself balanced atop the other knee. This left his groin completely exposed to you, and made it much easier to get close enough to touch.

"Then come here." Felix commanded, gesturing with a hand. "And put your hands on me."

Your cheeks burned red, but you didn't hesitate to comply. Once again, you scooted the chair much closer to where Felix sat, letting him guide you through whatever motions were required for you to reach him.

The moment you got within range, however, you paused, unsure of whether or not you should continue. Felix saw your hesitation, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Go ahead, I don't mind. Just be gentle with my cock; I'm still sick, remember?"

"...Right." You mumbled softly, slowly reaching forward.

Despite all your worries, once you touched him, it became immediately obvious why he'd been aroused like this. His skin was smooth, almost silky in nature. Even just brushing up against it sent pleasant tingles shooting down your spine. His dick stood straight up from his body, its length slightly thicker than average - probably due to the fact that it hadn't fully recovered yet.

You reached out hesitantly, gently cupping his length with both hands. It twitched under your touch, eliciting another soft moan from Felix. He leaned back further, allowing you better access to his shaft. As you began stroking it, you couldn't help but notice the faint scent of sweat mixed with a hint of musk. It wasn't unpleasant, really. In fact, it was rather arousing.

But, when combined with the smell of his own arousal, it somehow made it even harder to keep your thoughts together.

"Mnh..." Felix grunted lowly, leaning his head back against the bathtub. "That feels good... Keep doing that."

You hummed in response, continuing to stroke him as best you could. It only took a few more moments before his breathing grew heavier, and his hips bucked involuntarily. You stopped briefly, surprised by how fast things had progressed.

However, Felix simply grinned playfully at you, prompting you to resume stroking him. After several more minutes, you noticed his cock begin to twitch, signaling the onset of climax.

"A-Are you close?" You gasped, unable to hide your nervousness.

"Yeah, I think so..." Felix panted breathlessly, giving you a wink. "But hold off until then, alright? I want you to do something else for me first."

"O-Okay..." You breathed, nodding. "What is it?"

Felix' grin turned predatory, and you knew exactly what he meant. With that realization came a flood of conflicting emotions: excitement mingled with apprehension. But, you soon pushed those feelings aside. After all, this was about pleasure - yours and Felix'.

So, without further hesitation, you began strip naked, baring every inch of your gorgeous skin for him to see. As you did so, Felix watched silently, seemingly entranced by your actions. When you finished undressing, he smirked at the sight of your nude body before speaking again.

"Are you planning to ride me?" Felix teased lightly, causing you to blush deeply.

"I-If that's what you want," You replied nervously, averting your gaze. "Or... we can just cuddle or something. That works too, right?"

"Whatever makes you happy is fine with me." Felix said cheerfully. "In fact, either way will work just fine."

With that, Felix grabbed your waist roughly, pulling you onto his lap. The water splashed loudly around you both, adding to the already tense atmosphere. For a second, neither of you spoke. Instead, you merely stared into each other's eyes, sharing a brief kiss. When you finally pulled away, you had decided to lower your thighs, allowing Felix to slide himself into place between your spread knees. The tip of his dick prodded delicately against your entrance, teasing you with its presence before slipping inside.

A moment later, the head popped past your innermost ring, causing both of you to gasp audibly.

"H-How does it feel?" Felix whispered breathlessly, gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Does it hurt too much? Are you still okay with going through with this?"

"It doesn't hurt," You replied honestly, reaching forward and grasping hold of one of his hands. "And yes, I'm fine with continuing. Just take your time, alright?"

"Mmhmm~" Felix hummed contentedly as he continued to thrust slowly within you. "Tell me if you need to stop though, all right?"

Your heart swelled warmly at his concern, knowing that he cared about you enough to worry whether or not you would enjoy having sex with him. Even more so, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the throes of lustful pleasure as his shaft moved ever-so-slightly inside of you. Every inch of him felt wonderful; every twitch and throb sent shockwaves of bliss coursing throughout your entire body.

Overcome by the overwhelming sensations, you gripped tighter onto his hand and tilted your head back, moaning softly as you gazed upon the ceiling. You tried to keep your moans quiet, wanting to make sure that no one heard you, but soon gave up on that notion, releasing a throaty cry of ecstasy.

"Shit! Ngh, fuck! F-Faster, Felix! Please, fuck me faster!" You begged desperately, shuddering each time he slammed deep inside of you. "Oh god... fuck!"

A low chuckle rumbled out of Felix' throat, sending shivers running down your spine. "Like this?"

The pace of his thrusts grew even quicker, eliciting another pleasurable squeal from you as he buried himself completely within your pussy. His cock pulsated rapidly against the walls of your vagina, stimulating you just as much as it did him. And yet, despite how good it was feeling, you wanted more – needed something else to come along and drive you insane.

"More," You whimpered urgently, glancing sideways at him. "Please..."

Without giving him a chance to respond, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and tugged on him roughly. As expected, he responded eagerly, pushing himself harder and faster than ever before. It seems the adrenaline rush had taken away his sickly pallor, because now, he looked positively manic.

In fact, if not for all those dark bags under his eyes, he might have been mistaken for an entirely different person altogether.

A man who'd lost control over his body's needs; a madman driven by lust alone. He pounded into you with reckless abandon, going so far beyond what anyone would consider normal that it made you wonder whether or not there were any limits left after such a performance.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Oh god, yessss! Yes, like that! Harder! Faster! More!" You cried out loudly in response to every single one of his thrusts, unable to keep up with his frantic pace no matter how hard you tried.

The bathroom tub beneath you began to shake violently, splashing water everywhere, but you didn't care about anything other than being fucked senseless right then and there. Not only could you feel yourself getting closer to climax, but also Felix seemed to be reaching some kind of fever pitch too. His hips snapped forward repeatedly, driving deeper than ever before without pause, causing both of you to cry out in surprise.

Then came the moment when everything changed.

Your orgasm hit first, exploding through your entire body almost instantly upon Felix' final stroke. A long line of curses spilled from your lips as pleasure tore through you like wildfire, leaving nothing behind but a lingering warmth where once there had been pure bliss.

"Felix!" You gasped harshly, struggling to catch your breath between moans. "I'm cumming again!"

His own voice sounded strained, raw and deep, which only served to fuel the fire burning inside of you further. "Yeah? Is my good girl ready for her reward?"

You couldn't answer, nor could you do anything besides moan back weakly at his question. But somehow, he understood anyway, and that knowledge sent a thrill shooting straight through you.

"Yeah! Fill me up with it!" You cried desperately into his ear. "Cum all over me!"

He was quick to comply, slamming himself hard against you one last time before burying his face in your neck.

Felix grunted loudly as another wave crashed down on him, this one more powerful than any previous. The hot liquid poured forth onto your breasts, coating them entirely while simultaneously dripping down your stomach until even your thighs were drenched. It wasn't just your pussy either; every inch of skin was coated by the sticky fluid. After he pulled away, the feeling lingered, making your legs tremble slightly.

Eventually, you slumped down heavily onto his chest, exhausted beyond belief. Both of you lay there panting together, letting your bodies recover before moving anywhere else. Although, curiosity got the better of you and you leaned up enough to look him.

"H-how are you feeling?" Felix asked nervously as he looked back at you with wide eyes. You smiled weakly in response but didn't answer right away.

"Tired," You mumbled sleepily. "Very tired."

He chuckled lightly, another string of coughs racking his frame.

After several minutes of rest, however, he finally managed to straighten up and sit upright. With some difficulty, he pulled himself out of your wet folds and slid off the rim of the tub, leaning against the shower curtain rail to catch his breath.

"I'm really sorry. You'll probably get sick too after what we've done here," he said apologetically, gazing at the water droplets dripping from his hair.

You giggled weakly, trying to ignore the fact that you could barely walk. "Don't be silly, Lixie! I don't mind getting ill at all."

His cheeks turned pink when you called him by his nickname, the freckles across his nose standing out sharply under the fluorescent lighting. Well, they weren't really 'pink', per se, but rather an odd shade of redder than usual. In either case, you couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #stray kids #lee felix smut #lee felix #stray kids x reader #lee felix x y/n

[deadvnstudios]

How would everyone take care of a sick MC?

"No, just...sit up. Here, drink this."

Noel is methodical in his approach to care. By the time the MC has awoken from their nap, he'll have already whipped up a hardy broth that warms their bones and tastes like home. Noel prioritizes the MC's comfort: helping them sit up for every meal, fluffing their pillows, changing their sheets - and often does so without being asked. He is very strict with the MC on not overworking themself, making sure they take their cold medicine on time, and keeping them hydrated.

"Wait...I. Let me put these in your water."

And he certainly carries a couple of electrolyte packets on him with several flavors for them to choose from.

Mona is a bit overbearing in her approach to care. If the others were not already aware of it being a common cold, they'd be led to believe it's bordering on terminal. Though her dramatic flair remains, she takes to her caretaker role very seriously and has no shame in babying the MC. She's constantly adjusting pillows and sheets, pressing her hand to the MC's forehead, and monitoring them in between crafting sessions for any signs of discomfort.

"Here, something to soothe the sickened soul. Oh my, why so shaken? Worry not, even I am aware my work would be wasted on such a...diminished palate."

She laughs at the way the MC's face twists in horror as she carries soup to their bedside. But don't worry, she didn't prepare it. Merely heckled Noel into doing so.

"Such feverish skin...slowly, go slowly."

Sorin is very gentle in their care. He isn't disturbed by the grosser aspects of human sickness and takes no issue with more intimate tasks such as wiping down the MC's clammy skin, bushing their sweat-slicked hair out of their face, and helping them walk to-and-fro with them pressed against his side. They have nowhere else to be, but beside them. Tending to more delicate things is in their nature, after all.

"Her breath, drawn up from the dank, sunken cavern of her lungs, perspired in the humid twilight air. She wandered the shore alone, all shaken puffs and sulken skeleture, aimlessly careening in a feverish haze. Despite the distance, the sea could not quell its love for her. Seafoam tickled the soles of her feet, teasing heated skin with cool caresses, before whisking her away into its pool of tears. And there they could wallow in their sadness, together."

They go silent, peering up from the tale when they're interrupted by a soft snore. A small smile paints their lips at finding the MC asleep. They had grumbled earlier, upset that Sorin had urged them to reconsider reaching for their phone when they awoke. Instead, Sorin had offered to read them to sleep once more.

Mary's already at MC's bedside when they wake up.

"Hey, I got you some grub."

The porridge is already cold when MC grabs the bowl. Mary presents them a spoon that she was hiding somewhere in her skirts.

"I've heard that if you manage to shove a spoon down your throat, you instantly get better. Wanna try?"

She's definitely joking... Right? Her smile never wanes, only becoming sweeter when she hands them the spoon.

Tempest is sincerely at a loss when it comes to care. Used to suffering in silence or bitching about it to no one - someone showing any dependence on him puts him way out of his element. He's bare bones in the way he 'watches over' the MC, but he emulates what he's seen in shows and movies. He probably thinks they look gross.

"Seriously, what a drag. Can't you at least wear something nice to look at?"

And tells them so.

Still, he tucks them in, feeds them, and fills their water up with minimal mumbled complaints. And he’ll whine all around the commune about all the fun he's missing out on, even while on his way to ask Noel whether a hot or cold compress would be better for them.

"Oooo here it is, ah - wait! No, let me pour it, it's like super hot."

Vein is carefree but caring in her approach to care. Always looking for ways to keep the MC entertained and engaged, tethering them despite any lingering fever. She'll visit Sorin at times like these, requesting any medicinal plants to steep for soothing relief. She happily prepares a pot for the two of them to share and sip on as she loads up a film. No matter how much the MC complains that she'll get sick, Vein sticks stubbornly in bed beside them.

"Ah - look look! They just added this one, you wanted to see it, right?"

Vein will play whatever the MC wants for a change, even if it's not up her alley. But she'll still sneak in a horror flick or two when they pass out.

#fool's paradise #indie games #visual novel #indie game #vn #tempest #vein #mona #noel #sorin #mary #ask #anon

[strawbby-shortcake]

★ COMFORT HEADCANONS (part 1)! ★ [with the fight club characters!]

: ̗̀➛ how they would treat you when you're sick

☁︎ TYLER DURDEN

Tyler would be there for you literally 24/7. You want something to eat? He'll get it for you. Tired? He'll make the bed nice and comfy for you to lay on. He's literally the definition of "acts of service."

He's not a germaphobe. There's no way. He digs into liposuction dumpsters, so a little sickness isn't going to freak him out. He'll be glued by your side and even let you sleep on him.

If you refuse his kisses because you don't want to get him sick, he'll just kiss your cheek or your forehead all the time.

He's the type to hold your hair or rub your back if you start throwing up. He won't look at you, tease you, or make jokes. Even though it's in his nature to be a bit of a jackass, he's super kind in those moments.

While he believes rest is important, he'll make you get out of bed and get some sunshine. It doesn't have to be for long, but you have to at least go outside for fresh air.

He most definitely told the Fight Club members/Space Monkeys to leave him the fuck alone while he was gone taking care of you.

☁︎ JACK (THE NARRATOR)

This poor baby doesn't really know what to do at first since he's never really taken care of someone before. He tries his best though! However, he'll panic if you start coughing a lot because he thinks you're dying.

Once he's got the hang of it, he's a really good caretaker! He'll offer you tissues, blankets, and any other essentials you need. He will also offer to sit with you and put on your favorite show or read to you.

Unlike Tyler, this guy is a bit of a germaphobe, but that's because his immune system is so weak since he doesn't get enough sleep. He won't really kiss you or hug you for long periods of time, but he won't ignore you either. Maybe you'll get a quick forehead or knuckle kiss.

He'll take time off from his job and Fight Club to be at home with you. You're more important to him than anything else.

He will cry if you throw up. And he'll probably gag and throw up too. Just saying.

If you find yourself unable to sleep comfortably, he'll eventually snuggle with you. A week later, you'll be the one taking care of him because he got sick.

☁︎ MARLA SINGER

Marla doesn't realize that you're sick until a few days later. You know her, she's a bit sporadic at times. When she eventually gets home and sees you pale and coughing, her mothering nature kicks in.

She makes sure you're fed, hydrated, and well rested. She won't leave you alone- not even for 10 minutes. If she has to run out to get something though, she makes you promise that you'll stay in bed.

Marla only cares about you getting better, so she ignores everyone else. She'll have like 15 missed calls, but she doesn't mind. They could wait.

Under her care and supervision, you get better within a week! Marla knows how to take care of people, so it's only natural that she knew how to take care of you.

She does ask for a pack of cigarettes as a "thanks." That's all she wants- oh, and Twizzlers.

She tells you to wear your sweater wherever you go so you don't catch a cold again.

☁︎ ROBERT "BOB" PAULSON

He always has cough drops in his pockets, so he'll offer some to you. There's a variety of flavors to choose from. (His personal favorite is vanilla honey.)

Bob is the type of person to carry you to and from bed, place cold/hot washcloths on your forehead, and attend to your every need.

He'll let you cry in his shirt if you feel extremely sick. He might cry too, but that's just Bob being Bob.

He makes the BEST chicken noodle soup, there's no doubt about it. You'll be having a bowl of it at least twice a day.

He might bring you to the support groups while you're sick so that you get to experience the meditation part of it.

Probably spoon feeds you too.

☁︎ ANGEL FACE

He writes you a "get well soon" card and leaves it on your nightstand.

An extreme germaphobe. He won't go anywhere near you.

Okay so maybe he goes to check on you ONCE...or twice...okay maybe he's really worried about you so now he won't stop checking on you.

Holds your hand and pouts because you're not well enough to give him attention.

Gives you strawberry-flavored cough medicine.

Gets "sick" after you recover because he wants to be taken care of.

#fight club #tyler durden #narrator fight club #fanfiction #jack fight club #fight club x reader #marla singer #angel face #robert paulson #big bob #fight club headcanons #comfort headcanons #when you're sick #angel face is such a baby #in tyler we trust

[kny-agere]

First Meeting

Cg!Hinatsuru & Little!Reader

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You’ve been talking to Hinatsuru online for months, almost a year, so it really shouldn’t be scary. You’ve covered all bases. She’s sent several pictures of herself (and her id), even following specific instructions. You’re meeting in a public space. All your friends have your location pinged.

That’s not what scares you though. The thought of her somehow being a serial killer is much less scary than the other prevailing idea. You’re terrified that she’ll decide that this isn’t what she wants, or that you’re not what she wants.

In fear of not showing up at all you instead get to the cafe early. You only order a small side of fries to keep yourself busy without ruining your appetite. It might be a useless endeavor however considering your stomach has dug itself into a hole. Under the table your legs tremble. Several times you have to wipe your sweaty palms onto your jeans.

When the bell rings gently— signaling someone’s entry —you don’t notice Hinatsuru’s arrived until she takes the seat across from you.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you in person.” She’s smiling so wide at you. The only thing you can offer is a weak imitation of a grin.

You wipes your hand on your pants one last time before offering it for her to shake. “It’s gr-great to- um, great to see you too.” You can feel how smooth and pleasantly warm her hand is. Your own is still damp despite all your efforts.

The waiter, who had been eyeing you pitifully while you sat alone, comes straight to your table as soon as the other woman had settled down.

“Order whatever you want. I can foot the bill.” She smiles again and you might be blinded.

“Are you sure? Please don’t feel like you have to, I can take care of myself.”

“I know but that’s not the point. I want to help out.” The tone to her words makes you nod silently.

Hinatsuru orders a lot of food, mostly sides. You settle on a small soup. Despite the fact that she’s exactly the same as she is online you can’t shake your fears. With your stomach still in knots you can barely choke down your fries that are now cold and rather unappetizing.

“So, how have you been lately?” She makes direct eye contact that you can’t return.

“Good. I just finished mid-terms. That’s why I’ve been so busy, sorry.”

“No need to apologize. It’s good that you take your studies seriously.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence. This never happens over text. “Um right, how are you?”

“Oh I’m doing fine! I’ve just been really looking forward to meeting in-person.”

“Me too!” Your words rush out too quickly. “I never done this kinda thing before- I guess you knew that.” Laughing in a too high pitch you avert your eyes.

Conversation doesn’t flow as easily when you’re put on the spot. Hinatsuru doesn’t seem to mind any of your pauses or stumbling sentences but you note every single one. A few times you even start to answer questions with a full mouth, only to hide it behind your hand in embarrassment.

You’re sure any moment she’ll decide it’s time to end your suffering and simply leave but she never does. Even when you excuse yourself to the restroom for a brief moment (secretly hoping she’ll have disappeared just so you can go back to hiding in bed) she waits patiently at the table.

“Are you finished eating?” You’ve been picking at a bowl of cold fries for 20 minutes now. Her asking is just a formality.

Nodding hesitantly you follow her up to the counter. She pays and lunch is over.

“Do you still want to go back to your place?” The woman leads you towards the exit. It’s pleasant outside. “I know we talked about it, but it’s ok if this is enough for one day.” You’re nervous condition is clear but hearing her acknowledge it makes you flinch.

Hinatsuru reaches for your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Um y-yea I think that’d be good.”

She takes you to her car, which is a rather nice one. You don’t know enough to specify the type. All you can tell is that it’s shiny and clean and smells wonderful.

The woman drives smoothly. You barely sway as she breaks and starts. At some point she brushes her hand against yours resting on the divider between the seats. When you don’t pull away (although you do jerk slightly) she slips it against yours. Embarrassed by her poorly hidden glances you look out the window.

She doesn’t bother you much, letting quiet music and monotone directions fill up the space rather than your voices. Every few minutes you glance at the estimated arrival time. As it ticks closer you grow stiff once more. A soft thumb rubs over the back of your hand but isn’t enough to lull you into a calmer state.

You’re worried about sweaty palms again, but more worried that if you let go she won’t recapture your hand. Any focus you had is forced to bounce between several sources of anxiety.

“Can I just park anywhere or is there designated guest parking?”

You blink and recognize your apartment building outside the window. “Oh um, you gotta go to the end.”

She slides into a spot. When Hinatsuru puts the car into park she untangles her hand from yours. You take a moment to wipe your palm against your pants.

You’re excited when you hop out of the car and she slides up to your side again. “I’m excited to see your room,” she says. “I only get glimpses from your pictures.”

“Well it’s not very big so you’ve probably seen more than you realize. Sorry I should’ve said that before, um, in case you wanted to go somewhere nicer.” There’s a little tremble at the end of your words.

Hinatsuru grabs your hand again and squeezes it. “Don’t feel bad, I’m up for whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.”

“You’re really nice.” You’re not expecting it but she blushes lightly at the gentle compliment. Cuddling against her side your face grows warm too.

The woman lets your lean against her the whole walk to your apartment. In fairness it’s not a particularly long walk but you enjoy the closeness.

You fumble with the keys for a moment. The immediate loss of physical contact leaves you chilled.

Pushing inside there’s not much to look at, just the default blankness of the apartment. “Um, my room is prettier.” You feel the need to justify the emptiness of the lounge.

“It’s nice in here! Honestly I think Tengen overdecorates sometimes.”

You can’t do anything other than nod. You wish you were strung on her arm again. “I didn’t have- have anything specific in mind so I jus’ kinda left my room like normal.” It trails off into a mumble at the end. You allow her inside. While she looks around the space you keep your eyes focused on the ground.

“It’s so pretty baby! You have a good eye for color.”

It doesn’t cure your silence but does burn your cheeks.

“And you wanna keep going?” Hinatsuru takes a moment to cradle you in her arms. You’re happy to lean into the touch.

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Her hand slips over your back.

“Um, yes please. Can you pick it out?” You’re still standing in the middle of your rather small room.

“Alright! Do you have certain clothes for this?”

Should you? “No. My jammies are in the bottom drawer though.” You suddenly feel like your single matching set and several mismatched pairs are inadequate. Though you exchanged photos as a way to prove your identity, it wasn’t common to send candids. She’s probably just curious.

“And do you have any toys you wanna get out? Do you wanna use your paci?” She strides forward with confidence, kneeling to look through your sleepwear options.

“I got just a box. Sorry it’s not very much.”

Hinatsuru turns around, she’s picked out a polka-dotted blue pair of bottoms. “You don’t need to be sorry! I didn’t mean to be presumptuous. I just thought you’d have things you wanted to get out.”

“No I do- but, well I figured you’re used to having more.” Looking down you shrink into yourself.

Hinatsuru approaches you slowly. She wraps an arm around you, and then pulls you into her. After only a second something in you budges and tears are slipping down your cheeks.

For a moment she doesn’t speak. The woman simply rubs your back and sways gently. A few times you try to explain yourself through blubbering sobs but Hinatsuru just shushes you gently.

You stand there for a few minutes. Your legs kind of hurt from being locked in place but you don’t notice that until you’re let go and allowed to move. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes but you feel exhausted.

“Are we feeling a lot of emotions right now?” Hinatsuru guides you until you’re settled on the bed. As you nod a thumb drifts towards your lips. Before it can make contact the woman places a pacifier in its place.

At first you try to speak around the intrusion in your mouth. Realizing your words are unintelligible you simply nod.

“Should I go?” She barely gets the words out before tears are flooding your face again. A hand grips onto her shirt so tight you’re scared you might rip it. “Hey, it’s ok I was just asking. I’ll stay if you want.” Hinatsuru has to slowly unwind your hand from her clothes.

“How about we get you changed then, and we can have a good long nap.” She pulls away slowly, only for a moment. Picking up the pajamas that had been discarded she places them on the edge of your bed.

It takes quite a bit of wiggling to help her strip you down. When you’re not in the mood to move too much this is the best you can offer. The new set slides on easily with Hinatsuru’s help. Soft cotton is much more comfortable than rough jeans.

Taking another moment to pause the woman looks for anything else you might have to offer. Opening the box that had contained your pacifier she finds a small collection of other items tucked inside. There’s some fuzzy brown socks, which she pulls out, alongside a sippy cup. The only item she leaves is the canister of oat puffs. That’s a snack you can enjoy on your own.

When she rises you’re in much of the same position. As Hinatsuru comes back into view you reach out for her once more.

She doesn’t yet fall into your arms, leaving you with a confused frown. First she has to coax your feet out from underneath the warm covers. Before she puts the socks on her fingers lightly scratch the bottom on your feet. The woman has to dodge an unintentional kick as you squirm about. Laughing Hinatsuru holds your ankle, again tracing a path along the ticklish area. You squeal loudly as she continues with a motions. It’s not until there’s tears in your eyes that she takes the opportunity to slip on the socks.

And again you expect her to crawl in the bed beside you, displeased when she doesn’t. You’re not inclined to sit up quite yet, but you do angrily wiggle your fingers.

“Wait one moment baby, do you want me to fill up your bottle?”

“Shocolate ‘ilk.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

You’re too comfortable in bed to wonder if you should’ve given her more proper directions. Trusting she’ll find the chocolate powder tucked away in a cabinet you instead focus on trying to remain awake. In the absence of a body next to you, you instead wrap yourself around one of your many stuffed animals. The soft fur against your cheek keeps dragging your eyes closed. Each time you blink you feel as if the darkness around you lasts for a moment longer.

The moment weight settles on the bed once more you shoot upwards. You have to scramble for awareness briefly but Hinatsuru moves closer as you wave your arms about awkwardly.

You’re bed isn’t quite made for two but you carve out space. It helps when she cradles most of your body against hers. You get to bury your face against her warm neck.

“I thought you were hungry.” You had forgotten the cup in her hold. It takes a bit more shifting to get into a better pose, moving down slightly so you lay against her chest. Though the model visually leans more towards that of a sippy cup it works like a bottle. She tips the edge into your mouth, happy to let you suckle the silicone teat. Hinatsuru is careful to hold it in such a position that you’re not overwhelmed by the speed of its release.

Her other hand wraps around your back to the intertwine with one of your own. Occasionally you’ll release your hold to tug and grasp at her long fingers.

When you’ve finished the contents of the cup, and before she places the pacifier back you make your peace. “S-sorry ‘m not wantin’ to play. It’s boring probably.”

“Don’t say sorry. You’ve never done this with someone else right? It’s normal to be feeling a lot of things.”

“Yea but, um-“

“No buts! We’re gonna hang out again right? Don’t act like this is the only time you’re gonna see me. I’m excited to do whatever you want.”

“I love you m-mama.”

Her fingers pull you closer. “I love you even more.”

#age regression #age regressor #fandom agere #sfw agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #little!reader #cg!hinatsuru #hinatsuru #reader insert #agere reader

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

As I wait for my beta to get back to me...

Okay I've never had a beta before and I love him but I'll never have a beta again bc i'm IMPATIENT but anyway I messed around with the sourceless incorrect quotes generator and I'm dying over here so. have these ig

including some things with peter as spider bc guess what! they'll also interact. yes i have three fucking fics planned

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Jean: Where did you get that tomato soup? Peter: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Peter: What goes up but never comes down? Jean: The amount of stress you're bringing me.

Jean, shooing Peter away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Peter: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Jean: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP ILLEGALLY ENTERING MY FUCKING CRIME SCENES!!!

Peter: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Jean and not do the thing, Peter: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Peter: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Jean: So I have made the decision to trust you. Spider: A horrible decision, really.

Peter: I'm tired. Jean: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?! Peter: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Jean: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind. Peter: Thank god.

Spider: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Jean: You mean you stabbed them? Spider: They ran into my knife.

Jean: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Peter: Why start now?

Peter: I love hearing Jean shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

Peter, getting a full nap with a warm blanket for the first time in literal years (i WILL make it happen): You know I think my life has value. Jean: Who are you and what have you done with Peter?!

Jean: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Spider: Awww, thanks- Jean: That’s not a good thing. Spider: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Jean, to Peter: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Jean: Why are you on fire? Spider: This is just how my day is going.

Jean: I'll offer you some friendly advice- Peter: I don't want your advice. Jean: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice, dipshit.

Jean: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Parker, are a fucking cactus.

Jean: That’s illegal, right? Peter: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Jean: Kinda- Peter: Just shut the fuck up.

Jean: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Peter: But ya' didn't!

Jean: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Peter, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Kidnapper: We have your child Jean: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just told us to fuck off and that he doesn't have time for more stupid problems? Jean: Oh god, you have Peter

Jean: Who hurt you? Peter: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Jean: ...Yes, actually.

Spider: Something’s off. Jean: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Spider: No, but that’s funny.

Jean: Peter, no. Peter: Peter, yes.

Peter/Spider: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Jean: Killed without hesitation.

[that second part would work for either tho ngl but i can't NOT have pete say the first line]

Peter: I'm bored, any suggestions? Jean: Sleeping is nice. Peter: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

Spider: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Jean: Not by the law!

Jean: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Peter: Peter: I like you.

[Jean if he was not living in the 30s were being gay could get him fired and killed :D]

Jean: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Peter: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Jean: Where have you been all day? Peter: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

Peter: Jean, I sense hostility. Jean: Good, because I hate you.

Spider being an edgy bastard: I could kill you if I wanted. Jean: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Jean: You're alive. Peter: No need to sound so disappointed.

Peter: You read my diary? Jean: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Jean: I can't imagine what Peter is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Jean: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Spider, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Jean: What are you doing here? Peter: I could ask you the same question. Jean: I work here. This is my crime scene. Peter: I should probably ask you a different question.

Jean: You saved me! Why? Spider: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Jean: Can you pass the salt? Peter: Can you pass away? Jean: Too much salt.

#bonus points if you catch my little headcanon that you can pry from my cold dead hands! #im the only one writing jean except canon i can do whatever the fuck i want #jean dewolfe #peter benjamin parker #spider-man noir #marvel noir #a biscuit's rambles #my fics #<- just gonna use that for everything relating to my fics in some way

[afniel]

Hey so this came up talking to my buddies who are in charge of hiring at their workplace yesterday, and I know taking Advice About Employment from someone who hasn't been employed in mumble mumble years is on its face a little stupid-sounding, but if you're at the interview stage and you've heard that you should ask questions but you're not sure what and also you're sure you're going to be nervous:

Interview the interviewer.

Seriously. The more you can shift your mindset from, "oh gods if I can't get this paycheck I don't know what I'll do," to, "I might not even want this job, but I'm going to interview this person and find out if it's right for me," the better. And obviously you still do need the paycheck and you might still take a job you don't want, but your confidence in the interview will skyrocket if you can pull this mental switch on yourself.

Take notes throughout. No, really, bring paper or a notebook and something nice to write with, and jot things down. If they raise an eyebrow (they shouldn't!) just tell them you're making notes on what you want to double back and ask them about. This shows you're an engaged listener and also polite enough to not interrupt, but firm enough to not let questions slide entirely.

When you get to the end and they ask you if you have any questions, this is where you ask them about workplace culture and their own job and performance. What's it like working there? How is onboarding handled? How is communication handled? If it's a shift job, what's the procedure for finding coverage? Is there room to advance? Do they promote from within? Most of the questions they ask you about past jobs are fair game for you to ask them about their current job too, like: What challenges do they face at work? Daily? Monthly? Long-term? What do they enjoy about the workplace? What would they change about it? Depending on the type of work you can ask them about what kinds of projects, cases, clients, etc. are typical and have they had any atypical ones, and how were those handled?

Seriously, the more you ask from the point of view that the interview is a fully equitable, two-way process, the better. Obviously in many ways it's not, but again, this isn't about the reality, this is about Performing Confidence. They want to see if you're a good fit for them, and vice versa, you want to see if they're a good fit for you.

Again, yes, I haven't been employed for...timespan that I'd actually have to do math on. Despite being an introverted weirdo with a not very impressive CV, though, the last time I had a job, I beat 250+ applicants for a job that I had no real prior experience in, mainly on the strength of my interview, which I basically treated like a fun little jaunt up to San Francisco to see if this was a place that I felt like working. Not in a flippant way, but still. I don't remember being stressed at all. I mostly remember getting lunch afterwards and it was soup in a sourdough bread bowl. Did I have nerves? Eh! Probably! Dunno! I mostly had broccoli cheddar soup and a job offer after a few more days.

Like yes there's no magical way to guarantee success at any given interview, but I have a surprising number of friends who handle interviewing and hiring and they are always praying for people who can do this in an interview. This is as close to a silver bullet as you can get. Being engaged and asking questions is THEE ONE THING they most want in interviewees but they very rarely get it.

So yeah fake it 'til you make it, but fake it in a very specific way where actually you're interviewing them to see if their job offer would be a good fit for you, not the other way around. You can, in fact, say, "I don't think this place will be a good fit for me at this moment, but thank you so much for your time." Yeah, you probably won't, but the point is that it's a real option and remembering that is empowering. Shift the focus of power in the process, even if it's just in your own mind, because I guarantee it's not just in your own mind if you can do it.

#apropos of nothing #interviews #employment #job hunting #hiring #work #idk what else to tag it

[kindheart525]

One cold winter’s night, the Shy family was gathered to enjoy their Hanukkah festivities, feasting on latkes and sufganiyot under the menorah’s warm glow. It was as joyful a time as ever, all celebrating in the (mostly) quiet way their family did.

Except for the youngest child Rosemary, who lay curled up in her grandparents’ armchair with chocolate on her face and an ache in her belly.

“Oh dear!” Her Bubbe, Posey Petals, exclaimed in a whisper. “Has someone had too much chocolate gelt? Honey, did we give her too many?”

She whispered to her husband in an even more hushed voice, but Rosemary could still hear her as she struggled to sit up.

“No! No, it wasn’t too many! I…I want more!”

Even she knew she didn’t really want more, but part of her feared that Bubbe and Zadye would give her less candy next time if they knew what too much had done to her tonight. Plus, Sandpiper and Uncle Zephyr and all the others were in the other room and she didn’t want them to think she was weak if they saw her in this state.

“Sorry Rosie, it looks like we’re out!”

Her Zadye, Gentle Nimbus, looked through the empty bag that once stored all their candy. The children weren’t greedy with it. No, they had no reason to be when they had ponies to spoil them rotten and give them more than they could ever ask for, like grandparents do.

“Hmm…I have an idea, then!” Posey lit up. “I’ll only be one moment.”

As his wife went into the kitchen, Nimbus unfolded their special Hanukkah throw blanket from the couch and brought it to Rosemary. She was surrounded by wrappers from her chocolate gelt, but significantly fewer than what she was given.

“Oh my, did you eat them with the wrappers on?”

Rosemary blushed in embarrassment.

“They were just so shiny! It looked as yummy as the chocolate!”

While some grandparents might respond with a warning about such behavior making the stomach ache worse, Nimbus wouldn’t have dreamed of putting even the tiniest dent in his grandbaby’s enthusiasm. Plus, he had read that dragons liked to eat gems, so maybe other shiny things also fell in that category.

“I’m back, dear, I hope I wasn’t too long.”

A whisper sounded behind her as her Bubbe appeared, flying with a bowl of hot matzah soup in her hooves.

“My little dragon has had a nice, big hoard of chocolate tonight. Now maybe she should try hoarding matzah balls instead!”

Rosemary accepted the bowl eagerly, not even bothering to blow on it before she started eating. Her insides were built for the heat; in fact, it felt good. Better than she thought she’d be able to feel for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t just the soup, but the loving attention of her grandparents as her Zadye tucked her in with the soft blanket and her Bubbe helped her eat as much as she needed. 

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

Her Zadye asked once she was almost done with her bowl.

“I can get you some more, if you want it,” her Bubbe offered.

Rosemary smiled at them, her stomach ache gone and now replaced with a warm, sleepy feeling that covered her just like the blanket. It overpowered any craving for soup she might have had left as she yawned.

“Can I have some tomorrow?”

Her grandparents smiled at her like “yes” was the only option there could be.

“Of course, dear. It’ll be right here waiting for you.”

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Blanket pattern from Vexels.com

#KindsArt #auraverse #rosemary #mrs. shy #mr. shy #dragon #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #hanukkah

[aroui]

hi! may i request a scenario where f! immortal! reader or ei gives her girlfriend a matching bracelet with an infinity symbol? whether it's ei or reader giving is up to you! and maybe them getting teased for wearing matching jewelry? have a nice day!

ei from genshin impact & her immortal girlfriend matching accessories

author note: hello, thank you so much for requesting! i apologize that this took too long…

warnings: reader is called traveller, light angst

during a stroll around inazuma, ei catches glimpse of a bracelet with an infinity symbol. she approaches it with interest and asks the seller how much it was.

“oh,” ei says, reaching for the bracelet and trying it on, “how much is this?” she then looks into the seller’s eyes but he doesn’t flinch at her seemingly scrutinizing gaze, surprisingly.

“ah! you’re the raiden shogun!” he, the one who sells jewelry, exclaims. happy that the ruler of inazuma had graced him with her presence and he takes it as a sign of his business growing bigger in the near future.

“that’s free! since you’re the one buying it. um, pardon me but are you planning to use it to accessorize yourself or giving it to someone?” ei perks up at this, now even more interested in the shiny piece.

“well, if you’re also planning to give it to someone, it comes with this other matching bracelet.” he immediately rummages through the display of shiny accessories to look for the other match of the bracelet.

“aha!” he happily shouts as he finally finds it and carefully presented it to the archon with both of his hands, as if an offering for good fortune at a shrine.

at the sight of it, ei smiled, albeit small. she tells him, “then, i’ll get both.”

the seller bags it and thanks her, “thank you so, so much! come again!”

ei thinks the people of inazuma aren’t as bad as they seem to be. after minutes have passed, ei finds you at a restaurant you frequent to, and she calls for you.

“traveller, you’re here.”

your eyes widened and you quickly grab a napkin to wipe the noodle soup that had landed on your face.

you sprint towards her and held her hand, “ei, ei! i’m so glad you’re here! quick, sit down and taste this.” you get back at your table then grab a forkful of noodles, you blew on it and almost shoved it in ei’s face.

everyone interprets your relationship with the electro archon as something offensive, you’re a mere immortal who had nothing special about herself, save for your own vision, which was gifted to you by ei herself.

but you were grateful, and if you’d say so yourself, ei was too. the both of you are truly happy in each other’s presence. you didn’t care what other people would think of you, you only truly cared about ei.

when everyone else had left you behind, ei would still be waiting for you, and she’d wait for you for eternity if she had to, and you’ve never been gladder to have someone by your side.

you haven’t noticed that ei had already taken the fork out of your hand, eating the bowl of noodles by herself, and you giggled.

“what?” ei stops slurping her (correction: your) food, “nothing, you’re just so cute.” you reply and her cheeks warmed at the sudden compliment.

a light bulb seemed to light up on ei’s head when she suddenly sat straight up, “ah, i almost forgot i had this.” she reaches into the bag she’s still holding, it’s a surprise she even forgot about it when she was holding onto it.

“oh?” you peek a little inside it but ei looked a bit bashful before pulling out the jewelry inside it.

“woah! is this for me?” your eyes gleamed and ei noticed.

“yes, i wanted us to have matching accessories, since i noticed a lot of couples do it as well.” the two of you barely did mortal customs or tradition, so when moments like these was presented in front of the two of you, it was always a sweet memory to look back to.

“it’s so cute, an infinity symbol?! this is so us, because, you know, we’re immortal.” it felt nice to have a possession that represented your life, even if it was a small infinity symbol, it was enough.

“it fits us so well, don’t you think?” ei asks as she laces her fingers between yours, the two of your bracelets glimmering in the light inside the restaurant.

“we should show yae! she knows a lot about this, maybe she could give us an insight on what accessories we should buy more in the future?” you question, hoping it didn’t sound too weird.

but ei nods, and the two of you quickly head out of the restaurant, thanking the people that had served the two of you.

thanks to the teleport waypoint near the narukami grand shrine, getting to where yae’s supposed to be was easy. you ask the other shrine maidens where yae is, and a flash of purple suddenly showed up and yae appeared in mid air.

“if the raiden shogun and her girlfriend needs me, i shall be there.” she grins and you could feel a shiver run down your spine.

yae nods to the shrine maidens and they all give the three of you the privacy to talk to each other.

“yae, me and traveller wonders what jewelry would look nice on us.”

“such a sudden and random question asked to me. at least the two of you aren’t having relationship problems, unlike so many of other people.” the kitsune laughs, and it sounded a little bit too wickedly, or maybe that was really just how she sounded like?

“i’d say it should match the color of the clothes you both wear, so it’d be complementary…” yae glances at the intertwined hands of yours and ei’s.

“you have matching bracelets? you’re so sweet that it makes my tooth ache.” the pink-haired electro vision holder teases, you blush.

you take a look at your girlfriend to see how she’s reacting to this and it totally made you dumbfounded.

her whole face was red, and her hand felt almost too hot to the touch.

#ei x reader #raiden shogun x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #ei x you #raiden shogun x you #very sorry anon i rushed this

[dari-ede]

In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 16 (M)

Chapter 16: "Hoy me estoy rindiendo a ti"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M (mention of sexual assault in other chapters, explicit language, sexual scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

Warning/spoilers: full penetration (FINALLY), oral sex, digit penetration

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-Summer 2020-

I was standing in front of the guys' dormitory, waiting for someone to open the door.

I wasn't sure who—or if anyone—was home. In true Latina style, I decided on a whim to come for a visit without calling first. They all had today off, that I knew for sure due to Namjoon mentioning it days before.

I knocked again, telling myself if no one answered it this time, I would leave.

To my relief, the door opened before I finished my knock. Standing on the other side was a very unimpressed Min Yoongi.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.

I gave him a wide smile and hopped my way in. "What you doing?"

He closed the door. "I was making lunch. What are you doing here?"

The aromas coming from the kitchen made my feet walk to it. "Oooh," I said excitedly. "What are you making?"

"Eomuk soup," he answered, following me. "How did you get pass security?"

"Oh, Hobi gave me clearance a while back ago," I said dismissively. The pot on the stove had some boiling water with some vegetables already inside. It smelled divine. "I always wanted to learn how to make it. What do you use?"

Yoongi began to list off the ingredients and the steps on how to add them to the broth. "Hobi mentioned he was craving some, so I'm making it."

"Need help?" I offered.

He let out a laugh. "Are you bored?"

"Yes," I admitted and washed my hands thoroughly. "I've run out of things to do. The last time I worked was five days ago. What the hell do songwriters do when they don't have projects to work on?"

"I wouldn't know. As an idol and producer, I always have something to work on. Here, you can help me in getting the fish cakes ready," he offered.

He gave instructions on how to properly fold the rice cakes—being incredibly patient with me along the way. It almost felt as if I was cooking alongside my Tia Jia. And in thinking of her, I began to feel homesick.

"How much spice can you handle?" he asked, getting out the gochu-garu.

"I do good with it, but Hobi can't handle things too spicy."

Yoongi made a sound, agreeing with my statement.

"When is he getting home?" I asked, realizing I hadn't asked yet the whereabouts of the other guys.

"They're here," Yoongi answered, watching me cut the green onions.

"All of them?"

"No. Hoseokah, Jimini, Jungkookah, and Yuna. Add those to the sauce and then a tablespoon of sesame oil," he directed.

"Things seem to be going kind of fast between Jungkook and Yuna, no?" I asked, intrigued by the youngest's new relationship with their English teacher.

It was a little unconventional—she was technically an employee and Jungkook had more professional power. It was the main reason why they were keeping the relationship a secret from the company.

Because I saw Jungkook as a little brother, I did my best not to over-worry. Yoongi had a level-head and was reasonable. If he told me there was nothing to worry about, then I would feel more relaxed.

Yoongi took a bowl out and placed the ingredients I had just cut into it. "He's young and in love. She's a nice girl and professional. She seems to love him as well."

He sounded calm. It put me at ease. I went back to the green onions.

Keeping a watchful eye on my hands, he said, "You hold the knife well."

Before I could answer, another voice appeared. "Oh, what's noona doing here?"

I looked up to find that a nearly-naked Park Jimin had entered the kitchen, looking as if he had just rolled out of bed. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty," I said to him.

He sent me one of his cute eye smiles. "What are you making?"

There was a buzz sound coming from Yoongi's pants. "Eomuk soup. It's almost ready," Yoongi stated as he took out his phone. "Go wake up Jungkook and Yuna. Hobi should be out of the shower," he instructed as he typed something on his screen.

Jimin turned and followed orders.

Yoongi was spot on. The soup was ready to go no more than 5 minutes later. The guys hadn't left their rooms, however, so Yoongi allowed me to have first taste of the soup.

As soon as I took the first bite, I felt warm all over.

"How is it?" Yoongi asked after I hadn't answered. However, judging by the smile on his face, he knew damn well what my answer was.

"This is so fucking good," I said in English, going in for another bite.

"Good. Let's get the bowls ready." He took out seven bowls.

I frowned at this. "There's only six of us."

Yoongi began to place the noodles into the bowls. "Namjoonah is on his way. I told him I was cooking. He just responded back saying he's almost here."

Just as he finished saying that the front door could be heard opening. "Hello!" came Namjoon's voice.

I was placing the rice cakes into the bowls when Namjoon entered the kitchen. Sporting some black gym shorts and a simply white tee, he looked a little shocked seeing me there. "Well, this is unexpected. What are you doing here?"

"I got bored and decided to bug whoever was home. Yoongi was the lucky victim," I said with a smile. "He let me help. So, if you guys don't like it, it'll totally be because of me."

"You didn't ruin anything. My food is always good," Yoongi said confidently. He took some of the bowls and began setting up the table for everyone.

Namjoon made his way over to me. "Did you have fun?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"You seem happy," Namjoon said, a smile spreading across his own face.

Since moving to Seoul, Namjoon had been keeping a close eye on me, being a good friend in making sure I was doing well. Honestly, it didn't help with the small crush I had on him, being this sweet.

"It was fun. It felt like cooking with my Tia Jia. Yoongi is a good cook—probably better than my aunt. Don't ever mention that to him, though. I don't want his ego getting more inflated." I stuck out my pinky to him.

Namjoon grasped it with his and locked it.

"Time to eat!" Yoongi announced.

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-September-

Weeks after Namjoon's and my date, we still had yet to have our second date due to unforeseen circumstances. We had a few lunch dates here and there, but didn't get to have more than 2 hours of full privacy. This weekend, we were hoping everything went well because it looked as if our dinner was finally going to take place.

I was currently attending one of the guys' practices. It was a long day today and for good reason: the online concert was coming up. We all needed the practice. And seeing that I was a guest, I was invited to attend their practices.

After practicing the number I was going to be featured in, I continued to stay for the remainder of their practice. I sat with Sungdeuk's wife. Sungdeuk was the guys' performance director, so he would often bring his family with him. Currently, the pair of us were watching the guys at work while keeping Sungdeuk's son entertained. Officially, I was attending practice as a featured guest. Unofficially, I was there to drool over Namjoon's sweaty body.

As I stared at his fine self, I was reminded of our time at the workshops. Before the workshops, I didn't mind the celibate life. However, now, I was becoming impatient. Namjoon was like an itch I needed to scratch.

I tried to keep my mind from getting too dirty, so I changed my focus elsewhere. Tae and Jimin were horsing around, getting closer to Namjoon and possibly bumping into him. However, the ever-so-observant leader moved out of the way, his brothers missing him by an inch. It didn't take long for Jin to join the pair and goofed around with them. Yoongi kept his eyes straight forward as he practiced on a move he was having trouble with. Jungkook was bouncing around for some odd reason. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Hobi kept their focus on their chaotic brothers. Hobi laughed while Namjoon looked adoringly at them.

I mostly worked with the guys in the studio, where they were a little quieter and more diligent. The recording studio didn't allow enough physical room for too much horse play. However, the dance studio gave the guys ample room to be as chaotic as they pleased. It was amazing how they were able to get so much done with all the playfulness.

After hours of work, it was time for lunch. Most in the room began to disperse. Jimin and Tae left with a few of the dancers and Jungkook and Hobi left to meet up with their girlfriends.

The last ones in the room were Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and me. We were the only ones who opted to stay in the building and were waiting for our food.

Namjoon had thrown himself onto the floor, exhausted from the intense training. Jin and Yoongi were equally tired but sat on the chairs.

Not having practiced nearly as much as they had, I had plenty of energy to go over some of the choreography. I turned on the music and went to the center of the room to practice.

"How was the carbonara?" Yoongi asked from his chair, observing me.

I didn't understand the question, so I gave him a confused look.

He clarified, "The carbonara Namjoonie cooked for you a few weeks back. I keep forgetting to ask."

Jin's interest had been on his phone but was fully on us now. "Oh, that's right. How badly did he ruin the dish?" he asked teasingly.

"It tasted good. He did a fine job," I said immediately, fully meaning it.

"She's being nice," Namjoon mumbled from the floor. His eyes were still closed, obviously still too tired. "The only good thing served was the wine."

I grabbed a towel and threw it at his face.

He didn't bother moving the towel, but a low chuckle could be heard underneath it.

"Maya doesn't lie when it comes to food," Yoongi said with confidence. "She has good taste buds. I should know; I taught her to cook," he said with pride.

"I taught her, too," Jin added.

All these years and they hadn't changed. I openly rolled my eyes at their competitiveness.

"Yeah, but she likes my food more," Yoongi said with a smirk.

This was true, but I had never admitted it to Yoongi—for this precise reason. He already had a big head. There was no reason to feed his ego.

"According to who?" demanded Jin, his lips giving a pout.

"Namjoonie. That's why he asked me for help on their date," Yoongi boasted.

Jin and I both turned to Namjoon, wondering if it was true.

Namjoon was now sitting up, the towel on his lap, but his face looking down in what appeared to be regret. He let out a sigh. "Hyung, why reveal that?"

Yoongi let out a chuckle, showing no ounce of guilt. "That's what you said."

Jin then turned to me. "You don't like my food?!" he asked with a slight look of hurt.

"I never said that!" I responded.

"She does, but prefers mine," Yoongi added, enjoying Jin's ego get hit.

"Shut up," I said to the little man, which only made him laugh harder.

I turned back to Namjoon. "Who told you I liked Yoongi's cooking more?"

"No one, but it's the truth," Namjoon responded, finally looking up at me.

"How do you know?" I demanded. With Jin looking slightly hurt and Yoongi looking like an evil mad man, I wanted to shut this down before it became a thing.

Namjoon didn't hesitate with his answer. "You prefer cooking with Yoongi. You've mentioned his food is comforting. You say Jin's food tastes like a fancy restaurant. It's no secret that when it comes to food, you prefer a home cooked meal, which one can deduce out of the two, Yoongi's tastes more homemade. You also have thirds with Yoongi-hyung's dishes, despite you normally never getting seconds."

Once again, Namjoon didn't fail in analyzing me perfectly. I still didn't understand how he saw through me so easily. I could feel myself getting warmer.

Yoongi and Jin were quick to turn the teasing to me.

"She likes that Namjoonie knows her so well," Yoongi let out.

"Look at that blush!" Jin exclaimed, clapping and almost giggling.

"Good job, Namjoonah." Yoongi joined with the clapping.

"You know how to court a girl well," Jin complimented.

I rolled my eyes at them, but I was sure they could tell I was a bit embarrassed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Namjoon had turned towards his older brothers. No more than a few seconds later, Yoongi and Jin's laughter died down. I was positive Namjoon had had given them a signal it was time to stop.

Thankfully, the door opened with a staff member entering with bags full of our food.

No one made a move to leave the room, so the four of us sat on the floor and began to eat.

"Is the second date tonight?" asked Jin, digging into his noodles.

Namjoon glanced over at me and gave a simple nod.

"You're going to Jin-hyung's restaurant, right? What happens after?" asked Suga.

I knew as much as Yoongi did about tonight. Jin's restaurant that he owned with his brother was a perfect place for us. His brother would ensure the staff would be decreet and keep secrecy while we were there. Other than dinner, though, Namjoon wasn't telling me anything else.

Namjoon shook his head. "It's private. I don't think it's a good idea to talk so openly about our dates with you two."

Like always, I wanted to tease and push him. "Why not? I'm ok with you talking about our dates with them."

Namjoon didn't look impressed but stayed quiet.

I gave him a smile.

Yoongi nodded and played along. "Yeah, we're all family here. I feel like Mayawi is my older sister. I would like to know what your intentions are with her tonight," he said with a straight face, looking at Namjoon straight in the eye.

Namjoon continued eating his noodles, ignoring his brother.

I wanted to see how long he could last without talking. "Oh, I hope his intentions are all impure."

Jin sounded like a windshield next to me.

Yoongi didn't break character, though, his face stayed straight. "Have you two discussed the use of protection?"

"Oh, I got back on the pill precisely for this reason. He better take me raw tonight. I want his cock fully submerged in my—"

I was suddenly off the ground and felt myself go upside down. True caveman style, Namjoon had thrown me over his shoulder.

"You're done. Put our food in the bag," Namjoon's ordered his hyungs.

Yoongi had joined Jin in on the laughter.

Upside down, I could only see and feel Namjoon's sweaty back. I kicked my legs. "Ya!"

Namjoon's arm tightened around my thighs, keeping me steady as I heard a bag being handed over.

I looked over his body and found Jin and Yoongi practically rolling on the floor.

Namjoon began to walk towards the exit.

"Put me down," I smacked his back, but not with too much force. I was finding this too amusing myself. It was kind of a turn-on how he was manhandling me.

"I'm putting you on time out. Gonna have you with your arms raised for at least an hour," Namjoon said to me. I knew his tone well enough to know he wasn't serious.

"Want me to lend you the paddle Unni and I use when she's being naughty?" Jin called out as we got closer to the door.

I pushed up Namjoon's back to give Jin a grossed-out face. "Ewwww."

Thankfully, no one was in the halls as we made our way up the elevator and to Rkive where Namjoon used slow, torturous dry humping as punishment. He didn't let me cum. Asshole.

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Of course, the date ended up getting postponed, yet again. Thankfully, though, it finally came a couple of weeks later.

I met Namjoon in a private room at Jin's restaurant. I was led through a private entrance by Jin's brother. Right at entering the private room, I just about melted at the sight in front of me.

Namjoon welcomed me with the warmest smile, his deep dimples glowing. He had a long sleeve, beige dress shirt with a pair of black slacks and black dress boots. The slacks put great focus on one of his best features: his long legs. The shirt tugged at his best angles, highlighting his biceps and muscular chest. A part of me wanted to push him down into his chair and take claim of him.

"Hey, handsome. You look good enough to eat," I said genuinely as I ogled at him.

"You're one to talk. You look gorgeous," he said as he let his eyes roam up and down my tropical print dress. "New dress?"

"No, I just don't typically wear this. It's a little too expensive to just wear casually," I said as I caught his eyes lingering on my legs and ass. I was liking how responsive he was.

Knowing his fashion, he took a guess at the designer. He was right.

"I'm lucky I have a deal with them," I said, "Otherwise, there's no way I would have bought this dress. It's way out of my price comfort." I loved the way the material felt on me, and I knew it accentuated my curves just right, but the price for it was too much.

"Girl, I'll happily buy you seven pair of these if it meant you wearing it every day," Namjoon said in a low voice and almost in a rush. I almost didn't hear what he had said.

And by the look of surprise on his face, he didn't mean to say this out loud either.

He was instantly embarrassed and cleared his throat to conceal it. "Should we sit down?" he asked, motioning to the table.

I nodded and together we sat down.

The date went along nicely. We were treated with a nice bottle of wine before our crates full of food was brought to us. Namjoon spilled some wine—thankfully, our clothes were saved but couldn't say the same to the sauces. Because we were in a private room with no staff around us, we ended up cleaning the table ourselves, laughing throughout the mess.

At first, we ate the meats and veggies using the one sauce that had been spared. However, we figured out quickly that some of the wine had spilled into this sauce as well. With the steamed food holding no flavor, the sauces were essential for giving the food seasoning.

"Ah, I really know how to make a night memorable," Namjoon said as he shook his head, a smile lightly touching his lips.

"I hate boring dates, so this is perfect," I said honestly as I chewed down my bland bok choy.

At precisely that moment the one staff member who was serving us entered and saw what had occurred. Namjoon immediately apologized as the server hurried to bring us more sauces and replaced the dirty towels.

"Would you like more wine?" the server asked, but Namjoon turned it down, stating he was too worried about ruining that wine as well.

Once the server was gone, we went back to our casual conversation as we enjoyed a much tastier dinner.

Somewhere in the middle of dinner, he moved to the seat next to me, getting incredibly close. His arm rested on the back of my chair as he took some meat and fed me. I gave a sound of approval as I ate.

He stared at my lips. "You look cute when you chew."

I was about to protest him calling me cute again when his luscious, full lips shushed me. Instantly, I forgot about my annoyance and fell into his shoulder. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. My tongue welcomed it.

As I enjoyed the moment, I couldn't help but find it odd how everything with Namjoon felt so easy. How was it that everything we were doing felt so natural? Shouldn't a feeling of strangeness have come over by now?

His lips pulled away, making me pout.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Namjoon's deep and rich voice echoed in my ears as his lips skimmed down my neck. "I can hear it working."

I felt a shiver make its way through me. I reached up and stroked the ends of his hair as I spoke my thoughts out loud. "Are you weirded out yet?"

He pulled away at this, confusion written over his face. "What do you mean?"

I wanted to pull him back to me but restrained from doing so. "We've known each other for a decade and have been friends for years. And in the span of not even a month, all of that changed. It's not the same anymore. Has the change thrown you off?"

Namjoon took a breath and thought for a moment. "I don't think so."

"How? How are you not weirded out by this?" Now that I was allowing myself to think about it, I really wanted to know.

"Is it strange for you?" he asked back, his eyes looking a little concerned.

I shook my head. "No. And I think I'm weirding out because I'm not weirded out. Does that make sense?"

He laughed. "Oddly, yes. It feels almost…natural? Like, I should feel reluctant in touching you or feel odd when I kiss or touch you—and I do feel some nervousness—but it feels more right than it does weird."

I nodded, completely understanding.

He reached down and took my hand in his, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "What we're doing feels like…the most natural next step."

My eyes slid away from his face, nerves beginning to kick in. But it was a different kind of nerves that I usually felt. His words were ringing true, and it was worrying me a little.

He must have picked up on my worry. He lightly touched my chin, making me meet his eyes. "We're still going slow, though. I promise."

My heart rate slowed down.

He gave me a half smile and brushed his lips on my nose. "Ready to head out?" he asked softly as he pressed his forehead against mine.

I breathed in his woodsy scent, calming myself. "Yes," I answered.

With another peck on my nose, he pulled away, got his phone out, and sent a quick message. He then stood up, dropped several bills on the table, and took my hand.

As we walked to the door, we both put on our masks. Once we opened the door, our server was waiting outside. Namjoon let go of my hand before anyone could see our intimate touch, informed the server we would be leaving, and we both gave our thanks for the meal.

The driver was right outside the back, private entrance. We made it inside the car without anyone spotting us.

I wasn't sure where our next destination was but didn't have to wait too long to take a good guess. We arrived at Namjoon's apartment in good time.

After making our way through the security, we reached our destination. We thanked the driver and headed into the building. There were several people out, so we mostly kept quiet. Thankfully, we didn't get too many looks. Not only were we covered up, but even if we were recognized, people in the community had seen Namjoon and me hanging around each other enough for them not to get too suspicious.

Once inside the apartment, Namjoon offered to take my purse and hung it for me.

"Wine?" he asked as I took off my shoes.

I gave a nod and then followed him to the kitchen.

As he served us, there was silence between us. And awkwardness—he wasn't looking at me and his breathing had changed.

We took our first sips, but still, no words were said. The nerves were at an all-time high.

"Well, now it feels weird," he said awkwardly and took another sip, some of the wine spilling from the corner of his lips.

I immediately chuckled, some of the wine spilling out as well. "I spoke too soon. My bad."

"Ah, it was bound to happen." He finally looked at me and I felt a mixture of tension and calmness come from his warm eyes.

I instinctively was drawn in. "What was next on your plan?" I asked.

"Picking a great wine," he said.

I lifted the glass to my lips. "Check."

"Maybe having some ice cream outside and enjoying the night sky." He walked a little closer to me, his voice got a little lower, making my chest tingly.

I tilted my head in a flirtatious way. "And then?"

"I'd have a blanket prepared because you get cold easily. We would snuggle a bit as we talked into the night." He was now close enough for his arm to snake around my waist.

I placed my glass on the counter and stepped into his embrace. "And then?"

"We could fool around a little." His voice was now a full octave lower than a moment ago.

I clung to his arms, keeping myself steady. "Outside? In the open? That sounds kind of frisky, Kim Namjoon."

"I would have carried you back inside before you got too loud." His fingers were moving up my back, lightly stroking me.

My fingers crawled up to his neck and tugged. "You like making me loud."

"Which is why I would have brought you inside. Your voice would wake the entire city."

"That's kind of cocky of you," I teased. "You think you can get me to be that loud?"

"Are you doubting me?" He gave me a teasing look back.

I remembered his fingers; his thick lips on my mound. I felt myself getting wet at knowing I was about to experience it again. I had zero doubts he could make me scream loud enough to gain unwanted attention.

Needing him closer, I tugged at his collar. His lips easily came to mine.

The nerves from a while ago were all but gone as our lips claimed each other.

We were supposed to take it slow, but our bodies had other plans. Now that we had privacy and time, our desires were finally free to do what they pleased. Not to mention the alcohol had calmed us.

I was tugging at his dress shirt when I felt coldness against my skin. I realized my dress was gone; I was standing before him in a matching set of black, lacy lingerie. I was much too focused on taking unbuttoning his dress shirt that I almost missed the sound that came out of him.

Confused, I looked up at him and found him staring at my bra and underwear. His mouth was open wide, drooling. His reaction certainly made me blush, but I was confident with my body that I felt more pride than embarrassment.

I didn't work out much, preferring to accept my curves. I liked my thighs, which were thicker than the average girl's, and I also liked my round ass and full breasts. I would never have a model, stick-figure body—the slender kind that Namjoon tended to date. But judging by the way his eyes roamed over me, I didn't doubt his attractiveness to me.

I pushed open the rest of his shirt, then went to his zipper and belt. "Ok, you've had your fill, now can you help me out? I want to drool over you, too."

He turned a little red at being caught staring at me but tried to hide it by helping me.

I bit my lip as I saw his bulge pushing against his briefs. I couldn't help myself and took his clothed member in my palm.

He let out a heavy groan. "Shit."

I palmed his balls as I leaned in and pecked his skin. "I missed you," I let out.

Suddenly, I was being lifted. My arms instinctively took to his arms to keep steady; my legs wrapping around his hips.

"I think we're going to skip the ice cream and just head straight into the bedroom," he grunted out as he walked the two of us out of the kitchen.

I giggled into his neck as we passed the living room and got closer to the master bedroom. "No complaints here." I dipped in and nipped the back of his neck.

He stumbled a bit, tripping over something. He lost control of holding me, trying to keep himself upright. I felt myself falling, letting out a yelp. Thankfully, a soft surface broke my fall. We had made it to his bed right on time.

His face was full of surprise and slight worry. "Sorry."

I let out a laugh, knowing he didn't mean to drop me so unceremoniously.

He joined in on the laugh, but it died down as he stared down at me. "You look damn good," he seemed to mumble more to himself.

He was one to talk. He was sculptured like a goddamn god. Not quite Thor but was definitely an Adonis.

We held eye contact for a while, not speaking a word. But then he got onto the bed as his eyes traveled up my body. The familiar look in his eyes was back, the one that made him look like an ancient predator. He looked like a dragon getting ready to take his meal.

He paused at my thighs, and he descended to them. His lips were like butterfly wings as they adored my skin. He took a pause once reaching the place where my legs joined, breathing in my scent. He leaned in, touching the top of my mound through my panties.

My half-lidded eyes were getting heavier, but I kept them from fully closing. He looked too fucking beautiful to miss.

His eyes looked up and caught my own. The hunger and wildness in them weren't hard to miss.

Keeping his slit eyes on mine, his fingers came to the bottom of my panties. He didn't remove them but he had a hesitant look in his eyes. Silently, he was asking permission.

I nodded my head franticly, feeling my pussy get wet at the anticipation. I reached behind me, taking one of his pillows and prompting it behind me, getting comfortable for the show.

Still keeping his eyes on mine, he pushed the panties aside, revealing my wet pussy. He brought a hand to his mouth, lubricating his fingers. Then, lightly, he touched my bottom lips.

My stomach grew warm at feeling his digits slide up and down.

As he stimulated the outside of my entrance with his fingers, he lowered himself until his face was inches from my core. He wasted no time and dived right in, his lips claiming my clit.

My body trembled at his touch.

"So responsive," he admired. One of his fingers slid inside, my juices becoming the new lubricant he needed to work me.

His finger began moved in a circular motion inside me as his tongue moved in to lick the inside of my lips. He then moved upward, his lips fully wrapping around my sensitive spot. His tongue darted out, making me mewl underneath him.

My eyes could no longer stay open. I gave in to the feeling of it all.

Another finger entered me as his tongue moved back down to my entrance. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth, entering and exiting me at a fast pace. Another finger penetrated me. But his strokes moved to that of a snail's pace. It was slimy but felt fucking delicious.

His fingers rubbed against my mound with a bit of roughness as his other fingers gently glided in and out of me. The sensation was enough to make me feel like I was going to combust, but the friction wasn't what my body needed to climax.

"Fuck. Faster," I let out in desperation, arching my hips and bringing them down roughly on his fingers.

I heard and felt his laugh against my cunt. "Patience. We have all night." His lips wrapped around my clit again and sucked in as his fingers inside me curled up and rubbed against my inner walls.

It felt so damn good that my entire back arched from the bed. His deliciously, long fingers on my g-spot were what I needed to get off. If he kept this up, I could reach my high in no time.

But then his lips stopped slurping, keeping me from reaching my orgasm.

I let out a curse.

His eyes stayed on my cunt as some spit came down from his mouth and fell right into my clit. His fingers went back to work inside me, drops of sweat falling from him. He looked so fucking sexy.

"It's your turn next, don't forget," I warned.

He chuckled. "I like when you get hot and bothered." His fingers curled back inside me, hitting a very sensitive spot. Hearing me moan, he continued to hit it at a sudden and fast pace.

The change of pace was so unexpected that I let out a wail of pleasure, my back coming off the bed again. "Fuck!" I clutched the duvet underneath me, needing something to anchor me.

He pushed his face back onto my cunt, sucking me as if he wanted to dry me up. My hips thrust against him. "That's it, girl. Fuck my face." The tone he had used during our nights in the forest was back. The low and stern one he used when giving me a command.

I moaned and did as I was told. I wrapped my legs around his neck and back, keeping him caged on my pussy. My hips went up and down, needing to find release. His fingers became more erratic. And then I felt it; so close. His tongue darted out and stroked my clit and that's all I needed. My body stiffened and quickly broke into a rapid shake.

My hands had made it to his hair and began to tug as I heard myself let out a keen noise full of desire. "God!" I let out as my body shook from the ecstasy.

Namjoon's hands and lips made their way up my body, lightly massaging me, and bringing me down from my high. "You ok?"

I felt an aftershock shiver and took a breath. "So good." I looked up at him, his face close to mine. I reached up, needing him.

He leaned in and gave me his lips. Fuck, I tasted good mixed in his mouth.

For a moment we shared a sweet kiss, letting my body settle down. But the bulge in his briefs kept rubbing against my thigh, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

I reached between us and took him in my hand.

He let out a moan as I stroked his big cock over the cloth that covered him.

I brought my hand to my mouth, making him pull away. Keeping eye contact with him, I licked my hand, hinting to him my plan and like him, I asked silent permission.

His eyes were darker, hungrier. He gave a short nod.

Using my lubricated hand, I dug inside his briefs and wrapped my hands around his thick member. Another moan.

I held him a little firmly, working my hand up and down his length. I spit into my other hand and used it to massage his balls.

"Shit," he let out.

"I want you in my mouth," I breathed out, looking him in eye, begging him for permission.

He didn't say anything, so I took it to mean it was alright.

I pushed down his briefs, his cock springing out fully erect and demanding attention. I forgot how thick and long he was. I couldn't wait for my pussy to take him.

My tongue pushed out and traced the underside of his cock. I followed the thick vein there. God, I was getting wet simply by staring at the gorgeous vein. I looked up at him as my mouth came close to his pink mushroom head. I slowly wrapped my lips around him, my tongue pressing against him. I made a sucking sound as I darted my head up and down an inch.

"Fuck." He let out a shaky breath.

I slowly descended on his cock, taking as much of him into my mouth and throat as I was able to. When he hit the back of my throat, I stayed there hollowing my cheeks as much as I could. I pushed in a little more, getting all but a few inches of him in me.

Namjoon reached over and held my face. "Don't hurt yourself." He said cautiously but looked so aroused.

I wanted to see how much more aroused I could make him. I angled my head differently, allowing my throat more access to push another inch of him in me. I began to make a gagging sound, my throat burning from the stretch. Fuck, did this feel hot. I breathed in through my nose and stayed there as my throat throbbed around him. The gagging was getting more intense.

And it was turning him on as well. "Shit!" His hips thrust up; I was certain involuntarily.

My nose touched his lower abdomen. A feeling of triumph came over me as I lifted my head up a few inches but went back down. I pulled back up and looked straight at him, he looked out of it. I pushed down once again until my nose touched his stomach then pulled fully out.

An immense quantity of thick spit made its way out of my mouth and covered his cock. I gasped in a heaping amount of air, my lungs and throat burning. I used the thick spit as lube to stroke him, wanting to keep him stimulated.

I noticed Namjoon's chest was getting drenched in sweat. He sat up and took hold of my neck, pulling my lips to meet his. I moaned against him, knowing he was tasting himself on me.

He pulled away slightly. "You're on the pill?"

I nodded, earnestly. "Yeah."

"I have a condom," he offered.

I shook his head. "I want to feel you."

He growled and reclaimed my lips. He reached around me and unclasped my bra.

As he took off my bra, I tossed my panties to the side, desperately wanting all items that stood in between us.

He settled me higher in the bed, multiple pillows beneath me now. He stroked my pussy, ensuring I was wet before taking his member and placing it at my entrance. My eyes were glued on his pink head as it pushed passed my lips. I instantly felt stretched.

I let out a deep moan. "Fuck, you're big," I let out as he pushed a couple more inches in. My walls felt tight around him.

"Sorry," he said quickly and paused.

I felt my pussy cry out. It wanted him deeper. "Handsome, the gods blessed you with a beautiful piece, don't ever apologize. It's just gonna take a minute to adjust," I ensured him. "It's been a while." I took another breath, trying to get past the stinging.

"Tell me when you're ready," Namjoon said patiently. His hands began to stroke my sides softly.

I took another breath, feeling my walls open and adjust around him. "You can move a little more."

He checked my face first before he slid further inside my tight pussy. His pace was slow and perfect. It felt good, but it seemed there was no end to how deep he was going inside me. I was getting worried about how much more of him there was left when finally, I felt his balls hit my bottom. He was so fucking deep, my walls tightened and loosened repeatedly. I felt so fucking full.

He pressed his head against mine and took in a deep breath himself. "I've never fully entered someone at the first go. Shit, you feel fucking amazing."

I raised my leg to hitch it around his hip. The angle allowed even more of him to enter.

It evoked another moan from both of us.

There was a burning in my stomach. A need. "Move. Please," I said, my cunt started to burn. I rotated my hips, needing some friction.

He pulled his body back up and began to move at a steady pace, pulling out slowly and coming back in.

I wrapped my other leg around him and met his thrusts.

His hands came to my lower back, making me arch my back. He stared down at my swaying tits as I moved underneath him. "Shit, you're so good."

I squeezed around him, thanking him for the praise.

His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his sockets by my movement. His hips pushed forward with a harsher drive, his hands gripping my hips and pulling them forward to meet his movements.

A long whine came out of me at the feeling.

He pulled back until he was almost fully out of me and then pushed forward in quickness, his balls slapping my ass. The powerful thrust took the wind out of me and made my cunt feel fucking good. "Again," I begged.

He made the same motion, only a little rougher and with more intensity. My walls felt like they were being stretched to the brink.

And even though he felt incredible, I still wanted more. I pulled him out of me and sat up, instantly feeling empty.

He looked a little confused by my movement, but when he saw me get on all fours, he understood. I brought myself right against his hips and reached over to grab his long cock, positioning it against my entrance. He let me guide him inside. Once the head entered, he took over.

He held onto my hips and went back to his prior pace. The new position allowed for two other things: he went deeper and I had more control of my movements. I was able to sway my hips and bounce my round ass against him.

I placed my head on the bed, my ass in the air as I stroked his shaft with my pussy.

He stayed still, watching me work him. His eyes were mesmerized and glued to his shaft coming in and out of my pussy. He looked like he wanted to do something but was hesitating in doing it. I hoped it was the same thing I wanted.

"Grab my ass," I said in a way that was almost like a question.

His eyes traveled up to mine, making sure I meant what I had said. I gave him a nod and his eyes went back to where we were joined. My ass jiggled on his cock, taunting him, begging for attention. He still looked hesitant, so I decided to push him. I pulled forward until only his head was inside me then quickened my movements. I backed up into him, taking him fully in, my walls stretching at his size. I squeezed around him, letting out a wail because how stretched I felt.

He let out a curse and I felt a sting on my ass. I let out a whimper from the delicious pain.

"Sorry," he said quickly, knowing that was not what I had asked for.

"Again," I begged, rotating my hips again.

He let out a groan and obliged, the sound of flesh ringing in the room getting louder. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he began to thrust. His powerful thighs hit the back of my own with such intense force, I was pushed down onto the pillows. He worked himself in and out of me, craving release. I let out so many sounds as he plunged into me, claiming me.

Along with my moans and groans, the sound of my dripping pussy could be heard in the entire room. I felt my juices drenching down my thighs. Namjoon's precum was a part of the mixture as well. He had to be close.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, sweat starting to drip off him and falling onto my backside.

I reached underneath me, stimulating my clit to reach my own release. "Fucking take me."

His eyes followed my hand. "Want me to?" His pace didn't slow, however.

I nodded frantically, moving my hand so his could take over.

His fingers were rougher than mine. And to reach my release, I needed it rough. "Yes," I moaned out, my hips still moving on him.

I felt him bend over and hover over mine. "I'm close," he let out, his breath hot on my neck. His fingers never left me.

"Me too. Cum inside," I said. I moved my hips, reaching for my high.

With one more movement by Namjoon's fingers, I finally came. My body quaked in pleasure. My legs quivering so much, I couldn't keep them up.

Namjoon's arms held them in place as he continued to thrust into me, trying to get to his own release. It didn't take long. He pushed in one final time, the power making my body slightly jump and clench onto the duvet.

I felt his warm spunk inside me, and I let out a moan of pleasure. I had a kink for cum inside me. The thought of someone being so close to impregnating me was such a turn-on. Of course, it was pure fantasy. I wasn't ready at all for motherhood, but it was pretty hot to think about.

Namjoon's hot and sweaty body fell on top of mine, his breath hot against my neck. "Shit."

I moaned at the feeling of him on top of me. "Not bad for our first time, huh?"

His lips lingered against my neck, pecking me. "Sure had you screaming."

"Not enough to wake the neighbors, though," I teased.

He pushed his hips forward, his cock still inside me and hitting my g-spot again.

A whimper came out of me at the movement, I was still sensitive.

He let out a chuckle and rolled us to our sides, we were still attached.

I turned my head to look at him and gave him a small smile. "Weirded out at all?"

"Far from it." He wrapped his arm around my middle. "I have a feeling I'm not gonna want to leave this bed at all, though."

I grinned at the thought of it. "Yes, please." I snuggled closer to him, liking the feeling of his sticky and messy skin against mine.

"I wanted us to go on a bike ride tomorrow morning, though," he said with a pout.

"Oh, I'm totally up for riding something all morning long," I said with a grin, squeezing him.

He let out a growl and reached down to claim my lips. It wasn't long before he was thrusting inside of me again.

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Chapter Sixteen

Mistaken about the dates, Fox must adjust to the fact that Dana and Ivy are leaving to visit their family sooner than he had previously believed.

Friday afternoon

“Have you gotten all your Christmas shopping done?” Dana asked as she set down a tray of food and joined Fox for lunch. 

“I don’t have many people to shop for, so yeah it was pretty easy. Just my nephews, sister and brother in law, really,” he said with a smile. “Well, and you and Ivy as well.” 

“Oh,” she said, sitting down and looking at him. “You didn’t have to get us anything.” 

“Dana, be serious,” he said as he reached for a bowl of soup, giving her a look. “Of course I did. Actually I got something for everyone here, just something small, but a way to say thank you for putting up with me every day.” 

“That’s so nice. But you know they don’t see you as a nuisance being here. Manny and Joe like you a lot.” 

“I like them too. They’re good guys.” 

“They are.” 

“Yeah, so,” he said, filling his spoon and blowing softly to cool the bite down. “I’ll bring them on Tuesday.” 

“Tuesday?” 

“Yeah. On Christmas Eve eve.” He smiled and ate his bite of soup as she stared at him. 

“But the diner is closed next week.” 

“What?” 

“It’s closed all week.”

“The whole… the whole week?” he asked with a perplexed expression. 

“Yeah. They close down for Christmas. Actually, they’re closed from Sunday to Sunday this week. The twenty first through the twenty eighth. There’s a sign on the door.” 

“What?” he said, turning around to look and then turning back to her. 

“I don’t think you can see it from here, but it’s been there for a few days now.” 

“Shit. I totally missed it,” he said, suddenly feeling anxious. 

“They don’t want people to miss out on family or trips or whatever their holiday plans are, so they close down the whole place for people to have the time off. They say they’d rather lose a bit of money than have someone lose memories.” 

“Good guys,” Fox said quietly and she nodded in agreement. 

He looked at her and he knew in that moment that she would be gone the entirety of the diner being shut down. She seemed to understand what he had just realized and she smiled softly. 

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning to go to my sister’s. Ivy’s out of school until the fifth of January, so I take my vacation time now. Well, we get the week the diner is closed off with pay and then I take the week after it as well as I don’t have childcare during the holidays.” 

“You’ll be gone for two weeks?” he asked, his stomach aching at the thought. 

“No,” she said with a kind smile. “Just until the twenty eighth. We have stuff to catch up on here and I love my family, but one week with all of us together every single day… that’s long enough for me.” She laughed softly and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. 

He nodded and smiled, but his brain was whirring. He had not wrapped their gifts yet, or anyone else’s, and he suddenly felt panicked to get it all done in time. 

“Fox?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Where’d you go?” she asked and he looked at her as he swallowed. 

“Sorry. I just… I don’t know how I didn’t see the sign. I figured you’d be going to visit them at some point, but I thought it would be closer to Christmas itself for some reason. I should have asked you.” 

“I… I should have told you,” she said. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head. They stared at one another in silence for a few moments and then he forced a smile. “What time are you leaving tomorrow?” 

“Our train’s at nine thirty.” 

“Can I… could I offer my help to see you there safely? And also give myself the opportunity to give you your gifts to bring with you to open on Christmas.” 

“You don’t have to do that, Fox,” she said, shaking her head and placing her hand on top of his. “We can do gifts when we get back and we can get to the station on our own. That’s okay.” 

“I know you can,” he said, turning his hand over and holding hers loosely in his own. “But I’d like to do it. If that would be okay.” She stared at him and he waited, squeezing her hand gently. 

“It’s very early…” 

“I don’t mind. Hey! I can bring breakfast. Give you one less thing to worry about,” he offered hopefully. 

She inhaled and then nodded as she squeezed his hand before moving hers from his grasp. 

“Great,” he said, laughing softly. “How does coffee and doughnuts sound?” 

“Sounds perfect,” she said, smiling at him as she picked up her ham and cheese sandwich. He smiled back, stealing one of her fries and popping it into his mouth. 

A week without seeing her, he thought as he watched her chew, wiping her mouth on a napkin. How am I supposed to do that? 

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Later that night, he sat with all the gifts he had purchased on the dining room table, along with gift bags, tissue paper, boxes, wrapping paper, Christmas cards, and stick on tags. 

Christmas music was playing softly and every thing that could light up, was lit up. He had a glass of eggnog with a splash of rum beside him and he nodded as he began his task. 

He actually quite enjoyed wrapping gifts, taking his time to get it done properly. Laughing as he placed an expensive bottle of bourbon into a gift bag, he wondered if a therapist would like dissecting the things he found calming. If there was some term for his personal mechanisms of calm. 

“Probably,” he said out loud, labeling a tag to Manny and taking a drink of his eggnog. 

Alcohol, candles, chocolates, relaxing bath sets, and thank you cards were bagged and wrapped for everyone at the diner. He moved them aside and then reached for the gifts he had just purchased on his way home. 

Hoping it was not overstepping, he had bought a box of Christmas themed chocolates for Dana’s family. Four boxes in total to be given to her parents and each of her siblings, though she said her younger brother Charlie was likely not going to be there this year. Not wanting to be caught out if that was the case, he had bought one for him as well. 

He wrapped them even as he debated giving them to her to give to them. Hoping they would be received in the manner they were given, as the season was celebrated, he wrapped and labeled them, wishing them all a very merry Christmas. 

Ivy’s gift, as he knew they would be visiting family over the holiday, but had not known the duration, was a new set of panda themed outdoor wear. Pink panda earmuffs, a panda beanie, pink gloves with tiny smiling panda faces all over them, and a pink scarf with panda faces at the end. 

It was forecasted to snow, so he had also bought her a pack of snowball molds in the shape of a duck, snowman, penguin, and a dinosaur. He figured she and her cousins could play with them and create an army of little animals. 

Her presents were wrapped in pink cheeked penguin wrapping paper with candy canes and pink ornaments. A large sticky tag labeled Miss Ivy, was added and then he moved onto Dana’s gift. 

Ella’s books, which he had purchased weeks ago when they had visited Mary’s shop, were still in the tissue and bag she had given him. He liked the way Mary had wrapped them, but he knew that Dana would know instantly what they were if he left them wrapped that way. 

Pulling a box toward him, he placed the books inside to see if they would fit. Finding that they would, he wrapped the books in cream colored Christmas paper with holly leaves and berries. Tying them with red ribbon, he placed them back into the box and added green and red tissue paper to fill the sides. Sure the books would not shift or slide around, he wrapped the box in the same holly paper, and added the same red ribbon. 

Picking up a card, he wrote her a note. 

Merry Christmas to you, my friend Dana. 

I hope Santa brings you everything you asked for, plus some things you may not have been expecting, but had been secretly hoping for. 

Your friend, 

Fox 

Smiling, he placed the card into an envelope and taped it to her gift. 

Stretching as he stood up, he finished off his eggnog and began to gather the gifts into bags for easy transport. 

Not wanting Dana to worry about carrying many bags of gifts, he took out one of his smaller rolling suitcases and added all of the gifts to it. Zipping it, he placed three large Do not open until Christmas stickers onto it and set it by the door, so he would not forget to grab it on his way to meet Dana and Ivy in the morning. 

Humming, he cleaned up and turned off everything except for the tree as he walked to his room to go to bed. 

His alarm set, he thought again about how he would make it through a whole week without seeing the only person he looked forward to seeing every day. 

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“Knock knock,” Fox said, as he tapped on Dana’s door at eight the next morning, carrying a bag of doughnuts and a travel holder of drinks, the suitcase of gifts beside him. 

The door unlocked and opened revealing Ivy standing in front of him in her pink unicorn pajamas with a huge smile on her face. 

“Well, good morning,” he said, smiling back at her. “How are you today?” 

“I’m good. Do you want to come in?” 

“Yes, please,” he said with a chuckle, pausing as he stepped across the threshold when he heard Dana’s voice. 

“Ivy? Did I hear the door open?” 

“Yes, Mommy. It’s Fox.” 

“Oh,” Dana said, coming into the room in pajamas as well, a red and black plaid flannel set, drying her hands on a small towel and wearing a wide headband, her face pink and free of makeup. “How did you know it was Fox? Did you ask who it was?” 

“I heard him say knock knock when he knocked on the door. I knew it was him because I know what his voice sounds like,” Ivy said in a practical tone. 

“Well… that’s good, but next time you need to come and get me, okay? We need to be aware of strangers.” 

“But Fox isn't a stranger, Mommy. He’s Fox.” 

He fought back a smile as he looked down and avoided Dana’s eye, not wanting to accidentally burst out laughing. 

“Yes, honey. I understand that. Just… we need to be safe and sure, right?” 

He heard Ivy take a deep breath and chanced a glance at them both. Dana was staring at Ivy with her eyebrows raised, her expression serious as she waited for an answer from her. 

“Okay, Mommy. I know.” 

“Thank you.” She smiled and Ivy went to hug her, saying she was sorry. Dana put the towel she was holding on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Ivy. “We just need to be sure, that’s all. Safe and sure.” 

“I know,” came Ivy’s muffled reply. 

Dana patted her on the back and looked up at Fox with a smile. 

“Hello,” she said and he nodded. 

“Hello. Good morning. I think I might be a little early,” he said, not moving from his spot by the door. 

“No,” she said, shaking her head as Ivy let go of her and turned to look at him. “We’re running a little behind. Up late last night and then slept past my alarm.” 

“Well, at least breakfast and some caffeine is covered,” he said, motioning to the items in his hands. 

“Thank you. It’s very much appreciated this morning.” 

“Of course. Ivy, would you like a doughnut?” 

“Yes!” she shouted, clapping her hands. 

“How about some hot chocolate?” 

“Double yes!” she shouted and they both laughed. 

He walked further inside and set the drinks and food down, turning to grab his suitcase and shut and lock the door. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize how involved your offer to see us to the train was,” Dana said, nodding to his suitcase. “Were you planning to become a stowaway?” 

He laughed and shook his head. 

“No, these are your gifts.” 

“A suitcase full? Well…” She raised her eyebrows and he laughed again. 

“Not exactly. But, I didn’t want you to have to worry about extra boxes and bags, so I put them in there as a suitcase is easier to manage. It’s not too heavy and it will spend the majority of the time sitting on the train, so…” He shrugged. “Plus I thought, you could fill it with gifts you get and bring them home that way. If you’d like.” 

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she said softly and he smiled as he shrugged again. 

“Can I have a doughnut now?” Ivy asked and he laughed. 

“Yes,” he said, nodding at her and then looking at Dana. “Why don’t you take this?” He handed her a coffee. “Go do what needs doing, I got this. I know where the plates are now, so we’re golden.” 

She laughed as she took a sip of the coffee and looked at him in surprise. 

“It’s… it’s white chocolate peppermint.” 

“Yeah. You said you liked it.” 

“I… I did,” she said, frowning slightly as she took another sip. “That was weeks ago. How did you remember that?” 

“I’m a writer. I pay attention to the details,” he teased with a wink. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly and he nodded. 

“Grab a doughnut too and then go do what you need to do. You got time. Miss Ivy, could you open the bag of doughnuts while I get the plates?” 

“Okay!” 

She opened the bag as he smiled and walked into the kitchen. Opening the cupboard, he glanced around the clean room and changed his mind. Closing the cupboard, he took some paper towels off the roll and walked back to the table. 

“Let’s do paper towels instead so we don’t have dishes to wash.” 

“Good idea,” Dana said, sipping her coffee again. 

He distributed the doughnuts onto the paper towels and handed the round chocolate covered one to Dana. She smiled as she accepted it and he made shooing motions with his hands, silently telling her to finish her tasks. She took a bite of her doughnut and nodded as she left the room. 

“So,” he said as he sat next to Ivy. “You excited for Christmas, Ivy?” 

“Uh huh!” she said, licking her fingers clean of the pink icing of her sprinkle doughnut. “Tonight we’re having my birthday party since we live far away and my auntie and cousins and grandma and grandpa couldn’t be here for my real birthday.” 

“Oh, that’s nice.” 

“Yeah,” she said, taking a bite. 

“Are you excited for Santa?” 

“Well,” she said thoughtfully and he had a feeling she was about to say something incredibly insightful, so he listened very intently. “Jack at my school told me that Santa wasn’t real. That people who think he is are babies.” 

“He did, huh?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered as her head dropped and she sighed deeply. 

“And how do you feel about it? What do you think?” 

“I think he is,” she whispered again. “But…” 

“But what?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching her closely. 

“We don’t have a fireplace,” she said, looking up at him. 

“No,” he said, looking around. “No, you don’t.” 

“Auntie Missy has a fireplace.” 

“Okay,” he said, beginning to understand where she was going. 

“When we lived at our other apartment, we didn’t have a fireplace too, but Santa came there and brought me presents.” 

“So you’re wondering how he did it?” 

“Jack said he can’t get into your house if you don’t have a fireplace. But he did get in our apartment.” She looked at him and tears filled her eyes. “Jack said I was a liar. But I’m not.” 

In that moment, he never hated a child as much as he hated the unknown Jack. Not even Thomas Zang, who had pushed him down on the blacktop when they were in second grade, causing him to scrape his hands and knees, and he had hated him for years after that. 

Years. 

But this Jack kid was now at the top of his list. 

“Hey,” he said, picking up an extra paper towel and dabbing her eyes gently. “First of all, Jack is wrong, so let’s just forget anything he had to say, okay?” 

“Okay,” Ivy said, sniffling as she cried quietly. 

He glanced toward the bathroom where he knew Dana was getting ready, but she must not have heard Ivy crying. Not knowing what else to do, he reached for her and she came willingly into his arms, settling sideways on his lap and crying on his shoulder. 

What a little shit, he thought about Jack as he shook his head. He wondered how long Ivy had been holding that worry inside and hoped it was not too long. 

“You know,” he said softly, his chin on top of her head. “Santa has magic that only he can use.” 

“I know,” she cried and he rubbed her back gently. 

“Everything at the North Pole has magic in some way, but not like Santa. His magic is different.” 

“How?” 

“Well,” he said, glancing toward the bathroom again, but not finding any help. “What has your mom told you?” 

“That he’s magic because he can… can bring presents to everybody. And he… he’s the only one who can fly the sleigh,” she said, sniffling through her sentences. 

“That’s right.” 

“And that he can get in to bring presents to houses with no fireplaces because he has special-”

“Keys,” he finished for her and she nodded her head against his shoulder. “That’s right.”

“But Jack said he didn’t have keys.” 

“How would Jack know he didn’t have keys?” 

She pulled back and looked at him with a frown. He smiled and brushed her hair back from her wet face. 

“Jack lives here, where we live. He’s not from the North Pole and he’s definitely not magic,” he said and she stared at him, her blue eyes wide as she took in what he said. “Unless Jack has been in the sleigh with Santa delivering the presents, which I know he hasn’t, then he doesn’t know anything about it.” 

“He uses his special key to get in houses with no fireplaces?” she asked and he nodded. 

“But it’s such a special key that people who are not magical can’t see it. Santa could hold it right in front of your face and you wouldn’t even see it.” 

“This close?” she asked, putting her left hand in front of her face. 

“Yup,” he said, nodding his head. “It’s golden and sparkling with magic, but we can’t see it because we aren’t magical people from the North Pole.” 

“Wow,” she breathed, dropping her hand into her lap. 

“I know,” he said, nodding his head again. “Pretty cool, huh?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered, looking at the apartment door. “So he can open the door with his magic key and come in to leave me presents?” 

“If you were going to be here, he absolutely would. But, he’ll probably just go down the chimney at your auntie’s house. I think that he likes doing that the best because it’s cold out in his sleigh and the fireplace chimneys are nice and toasty. It probably warms him up, especially his butt.” She looked at him, her eyes wide before she started to laugh and he smiled at her. “I’m sure he likes a warm butt.” 

She laughed harder and he rubbed her back again as he laughed softly. 

“You feel better now?” 

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Santa has a warm booty butt when he goes down the chimney.” 

“You bet he does,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Now how about you eat your doughnut and drink your hot chocolate, so we can get to the train station?” 

“Okay!” she said, getting off his lap and sitting back in her chair. 

She seemed much better as she ate, wondering about how Santa could have all the toys for all the children in one bag on his sleigh. 

“Maybe… maybe every time he stops, it fills up again,” she said, drinking her hot chocolate and wiping her mouth on her sleeve. “Maybe it has magic that fills the bag with the present for the next house every time he leaves one at a different house.” 

“You know, that makes sense. I think it’s entirely possible,” he replied. 

“What’s possible?” Dana asked and he turned his head, rising from his seat at the sight of her. 

She was dressed simply, but differently than he had ever seen and he was struck again by her beauty. She had on dark jeans, with black knee high boots over them, and a dark slate gray sweater with very tiny golden stars. Her hair was in a loose side braid, wisps of it falling around her face. Her makeup was minimal, though a bit more than he usually saw her wear and the effect of it all was stunning. 

“You okay?” she asked, smiling at him as he stood rooted to the spot. 

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his suddenly dry throat. “You look really good.” 

“Oh… thank you,” she said, her cheeks flushing with color. “Ivy have you finished your food?” 

“Yes, I’m done.” 

“Okay, come and brush your teeth and then get dressed, please.” 

Ivy got off the chair and walked into the bathroom, Dana following behind her. 

Fox sat back down, seeing those tiny golden stars in his mind, wondering why they drew him the way they did, but knowing there was no reason. It was simply Dana and her beauty she wore with effortless ease. 

He shook his head and let out a shaky breath, needing to get a hold of himself. He cleared up the last remaining bit of Ivy’s doughnut and put it into the bag. Clearing away his own, he gathered any other trash so there was nothing left behind while they were gone. 

In the bathroom, he heard Ivy and Dana laughing as she brushed and fixed her hair. 

When Ivy came out, she was wearing the outfit she had worn on her birthday, including her headband, her hair done in two loose braids resembling Dana’s single one. 

“Now everyone will wish you a happy birthday,” he said, smiling at her and she nodded happily. 

Dana came out pushing a large wheeled suitcase and carrying two backpacks. 

“That’s all you have?” he asked, reaching for the suitcase. 

“We enigmatic women like to travel light,” she said with a smile, handing Ivy her backpack and slipping on her own. 

“But the gifts?” he asked, wondering how they all fit inside one bag along with their clothes and other items. 

“Oh! I order the gifts online and have them sent to my sister’s. I’ll wrap them once we’re there.” 

“Genius,” he said. 

“I know,” she replied and he laughed. 

“Okay, let’s get going.” 

They put on their coats and Dana locked the door as they walked out. 

He carried both suitcases down the stairs, even though she tried to take her own, he would not hear it. Instead, she held the trash bag from their quick breakfast, throwing it into a trash can when they reached the bottom floor. 

Once outside, they talked as they walked at a comfortable pace, having nearly twenty minutes to reach the station. 

When they had, they stood on the platform waiting for it to arrive, making small talk and people watching. It was crowded and a few people called out happy birthday to Ivy who beamed as she thanked them. 

“Genius, again, having her wear that,” he said quietly to Dana, nodding at Ivy’s headband, remembering how she had said she wanted Ivy to have separation of birthday and Christmas. 

“Not just a pretty face,” she said with a shrug and he chuckled. 

Their train was announced and Ivy clapped, bouncing on her feet. Dana took off her backpack and unzipped it. Taking out a medium sized box wrapped in red shiny paper with silver bells, and tied with a silver ribbon, she handed it to him. 

“Don’t open it until Christmas,” she said and he nodded with a grin as he took it from her. 

“Same with the suitcase. Mind the stickers and let it sit undisturbed until Christmas Eve evening at the earliest.” 

“Okay.” She smiled at him and his stomach suddenly ached knowing they were about to leave. 

“Here it comes!” Ivy shouted and they all watched as the train pulled in and stopped. 

People came off and then they made their way aboard, Fox following them to help with the luggage. He made sure it was secure and then he turned to them to say goodbye. 

“Have fun with your family. Eat lots of goodies and stay up late. And laugh. A lot.” 

Ivy giggled and he hugged her to him with one arm, the other holding his gift. 

“All aboard!” the conductor called. 

Fox looked at Dana and she bit her lip. Bending his head, he kissed her cheek, the first he had ever done so, and whispered goodbye. She drew in a breath and he stepped back as the train whistle blew. 

“Bye. Merry Christmas,” he said, smiling at both of them, Ivy echoing his words to him, before he turned and walked to the door. 

Looking back once more, he waved quickly and hurried down the steps and onto the platform, just as the train began to lurch forward. 

He turned again and saw them at the window, Ivy waving excitedly and Dana staring at him with the same expression she’d had when he left after Ivy’s birthday dinner. 

He smiled and waved as the train began to take off in earnest, walking down the platform to keep up with it. Ivy laughed and Dana suddenly covered her mouth. He kept his eyes on her until he could not walk any further, waving until the train was completely out of sight. 

He dropped his hand and stood stock still on the platform, as people bustled around him and the next train's arrival time was announced. 

Breathing hard, he placed a hand on his chest, feeling as though his heart had stayed on the train and was now traveling away without him, leaving him feeling empty. 

#the x files #xf fanfic #alternate universe #modern setting #msr #developing friendship #spending time together #christmas #saying goodbye #leaving town

[littlewitty]

Alairie Persu

Chapter 10

“So, here you are, in the bar, with a hearty dinner, and you cannot even give me a slight smile?” He chimed at me. It had been a few days from my sickness and Clavis had brought me down to the bar in the inn for some dinner after he got back from wherever the hell he had been going to. It was nice to have something hot. In the bowl in front of me, I had a thick, peppery soup with bitesize pieces of carrot, pea and corn along with a toasted bread bun and butter. It was heaven.

“What’s the occasion?”

“I’m simply being nice to you. After all, you were ill. A good breakfast will do you a world of wellness.”

“I thought me sleeping in the bed was you being nice to me. You know, instead of the floor?” Clavis had claimed that I was too weak to be a threat in that situation. I hadn’t seen where he slept. I don’t think he did. He just sat at the vanity table writing like his life depended on it. It worried me.

“No, that was me being a gentleman.”

“Funny. You weren’t a gentleman before.” His smile had been too fake these days. Whatever he was doing when left in the mornings really decayed away at him. He was stressed. That probably was why he wasn’t sleeping much anymore. “How is your mission going? Am I ever going to see life outside our room?” I had only seen the cloudy sky from my window. I wanted to be outside, to feel the damp air of winter and the brutal sting of ice.

“I’m not telling you how it’s going and yes, you will soon.” he replied, eyes conveniently glued to the plate of food in front of him.

“You know, it’s not healthy to stay awake for days on end.” He looked at me. His eyes lit with surprise but a darkness was lurking behind them. I guess he assumed I hadn’t noticed. “You should have a real nights sleep and not cat-napping every now and then. You’ll make yourself ill.”

“You’re concerned about me? Ha! You are my prisoner, remember that.” His last words were like a tonne of bricks. I was his prisoner. I should know my place by now. Something in his eyes recently tugged at my heart. The cheerful, mischievous, deviant Clavis I had taught myself to enjoy was now someone different. Is this what they mean by different sides to people? I knew I ought to stop asking myself pointless questions. It was tiring.

“Well, if you’re finished, we will head back.” He stood up. A cue for me to do the same. We walked in silence up the stairs and through the hallway. We reached our room and walked in.

“Oh! Excuse me! Sir? Madame?” A lady called out to us from the end of the hallway. She gingerly walked our way. “ My boss has told me to inform you that from tonight it’s one bath per room. Any breachers of this rule will be told to leave immediately.” She didn’t meet our eyes. She only wrung her hands together. Poor girl. She looked to only be fourteen. I bet when she told scumbag people these things they got angry and violent towards her. She honestly looked terrified. “There’s been an announcement that they are restricting water usage until the pipes are fixed.”

“The pipes? What’s happened?” I asked softly, trying not to sound intimidating.

“I-I’m not too sure Madame. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.” Clavis shot his eyes to me and then spoke.

“Thank you for informing us.” He replied in very frail Jadean. She nodded her head and then pranced off timidly. We closed the door. “So, I want a bath tonight.”

“You have a bath everynight. I need one. I’ve been ill. You can have one tomorrow.” I demanded before taking the metal tub off the bath hook. I could feel his eyes on me. “Look if you’re suffering so bad, I guess you could share with me.” I smirked his way. I did want to tease him. Or at least try to get him back. I didn’t expect him to smirk back.

“Thanks for the offer. I’ll take you up on it.”

No. So, he wasn’t joking. We had ended up facing away from eachother in the tub. I could feel his warm back against me, his breathing and his heartbeat. Before I could attempt to drown myself, he spoke up.

“Let’s play 20 questions. It’s a popular game over here. I’ll start, did you grow up with any siblings?” I guess this would stop the silence which made this all the more awkward.

“No, I’m an only child. I grew up living with my mother… oh and my step-father.”

“You don’t like him.”

“I did and I didn’t. He was good for my mother. He gave her back a lot of happiness but I feel like he did take her away from me. Instead of going out like a family, my mother went out on dates with him. I ended up staying with my grandmother a lot instead.” Why was I telling him this? “My turn, you obviously grew up with siblings but what was it like growing up with them?”

“Well, let’s see, I grew up with Chev. Our mother’s were close but I hated every second of it. I didn’t really talk as much to the others. You see, as royal children, in the day you are put in private lessons with an appointed tutor and the only time I saw the others was at formal dinners or when I was walking in the gardens with my mother and we ran into one of them with their wet nurse. I used a run into Yves a lot. He has always been a pleasure to prank.” He laughed to himself. It sounded pretty lonely to me. ‘Chev’ had to be the Brutal Beast. Every time he mentioned him he seemed to tense up and shoved an aura of disgust into the air. “You weren’t educated. What did you do in the days then? It just confused me how you weren’t in school. In Rhodolite, Jade and Benitoite, it’s illegal for children to be refused education-”

“-for a certain social class. They don’t really care about the common folk if they aren’t educated. Besides a lot of people keep their children with them at work to teach them the trade. When I was a child, I worked as a ‘Crow Scarer’. Basically I ran around on the crop fields to stop birds eating the seeds and killing the plants. In winter, I ran about with my friends from dawn till dusk doing whatever.”

“Then how are you trilingual?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve told you this. Anyway, it’s my turn.”

“Well, re-tell me, that’s an order.”

“Well, Jadean is quite obvious. My grandparents were from Tanzanite and I spent a lot of time with them. As for Rhodolitian, there was an old man in my village who was all alone. In my free time, I used to help him out with anything he needed and in payment he taught me Rhodolitian. He was from Rhodolite.” He also taught me a bit about the culture too; tea etiquette and mannerisms. I had long forgotten all of that since. “What was education like?”

“Hard. Boring. Pointless… Especially since I still struggle to read and write, even after the countless lectures.

“Why?” He paused. Perhaps he was calculating telling me? Taking in a sharp breath, he then continued:

“When I read… the words move about on the page so it takes me longer than average to finish a book. Longer than Chev, that’s for sure. I used to be left-hand-dominant. My tutor insisted that it wasn’t proper for royalty to write like that so he forced me to write with the right.”

“That’s actually disgusting. You were forced to do things you were bound to struggle with as a child?” He sighed lightly. That’s when I finally realised. This was Clavis talking to me. Not the Third Prince of Rhodolite, not the young Prince Clavis Lelouch, this was true. He was talking to me as a person and not a title or a role. He was opening up. As a dealer, you learnt to read people even without looking at them. I knew he was telling the truth. His breathing was normal. His muscles were relaxed. His voice was liquid smooth like dark chocolate. Nothing indicated he was lying.

“Not unexpected. As a child of the King, I’ve had a reputation to uphold since I was conceived. There is no room for personal problems and little issues in that.” He’s the Third Prince of Rhodolite first, Clavis Lelouch second. It seemed weird but I had fooled myself enough. I had refused to see the humanity in him. Clavis was just like any other human. How could I overlook that? He lied. He suffered. He smiled. He teased. He cackled. He made mistakes. He did what he had to. He compared himself to his brother. That distraught aura of insecurity would taint all his features when pushed to a challenge. I’d seen that before in Caspian. All of that encompassed ‘humanity’ in it’s finest, rawest form.

“You know what?” I gentle uttered to him, “Clavis Lelouch. He isn’t so bad.” Against my bare back, I felt him stiffen. “The Third Prince of Rhodolite is an idiot, though.” Reassurance from the prisoner. It’s laughable. He forced a small laugh to himself before regaining his senses.

“You’re the worst at this game. You asked like three questions in a row. So now, I get to ask anything I want and you have to reply honestly.” His uplifted voice chimed. “What’s the worst thing your job made you do?”

“Not answering that.”

“Kill someone, did I hear you say?! That’s morbid! Oh, well. My turn again. What’s the worst drug you’ve ever done and what were the effects?”

“Not answering tha-”

“You have to.” After a moment of prolonged silence, he baffled a laugh and continued. “Fine then. How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I mean… I guess it’s better than the other questions. At least he can’t throw me in a cell for my answer of this one.

“I haven’t.”

“Stop lying. You deal drugs for a living. You expect me to believe you’ve never stooped that low before?

“I have my own personal morals.”

“So sex is off the table but drugs are?” Yes. In fact, drugs are in lines on the table. (If we are being technical.)

“...I’m scared of pain.” The silence was ended by roaring cackles. He kept on going. He really didn’t stop. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re scared of pain? That’s why you’ve never lost your virginity? Are you naive or just adorable? I’m beginning to think maybe both.” He stopped laughing and pushed himself out of the water. It splashed and rippled but I dared not move. Giving him some sense of privacy as he changed, I gazed out the window. “I must admit Alairie, you are becoming my new favourite play-thing.”

“I wasn’t alrea- Thanks.”

#Ikepri #cybird #otome game #Ikemen prince #ikepri clavis #ikepri clavis lelouch #ikemen prince clavis #alairie persu

[3xm-draconic]

Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 7: The Return.

Cicero sat in a field of nightshade with Mattilda, just the two of them in a meadow of the violet blossoms, he knew he needed to tell her…but he didn’t want to.

He wanted to keep her, she was his special friend…his companion…

He didn’t want to lose her or see her get hurt.  

But…

“Hey Cicero?…” she turned to him, he nearly jumped at her voice. It had been so dreadfully quiet, “oh yes dearest Mattilda?” He turned to her looking into her silvery eyes…sweet Sithis he had grown to adore the shimmering color of her eyes, bright like a well burnished blade.

“I…have something to confess to you”, “oh?...well…Cicero dose too” he sighed, better to get it over with…

She turned to him with a slight awkward and shy grin on her face, “Cicero…” she softly said, her voice was as lovely to him as cool rain on a hot summer night “your special to me…” she hummed sweetly “and I wanted to ask you if…perhaps…you’d like…to be my boyfriend?”

The words came before Cicero had time to process them…

“YES” he shouted.

Only then did he realize he’d dug himself into a deeper hole…

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(Falkreath Sanctuary)

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Cicero sat in his room dreading bringing Mattilda into the brotherhood, she wouldn’t like it here, she would hate it and she would grow to hate him…

But…wait…

He remembered something…a loophole…

She was part of the Thieves Guild, he remembered Astrid and the Guild have an alliance worked out…that means if she found out about him…he wouldn’t technically have to force her to join the brotherhood.

But it still ment he had to tell the others about her…

…

The rest of the brotherhood had settled down to dinner together when Cicero appeared before them, “well looked what the cat dragged in” Astrid mumbled.

“Finally having dinner with the rest of us?” Nazir eyed him “I’am shocked”, “oh be nice” Festus grumbled “here have a plate” he tried to offer the keeper a plate of roasted venison with apple jam but Cicero politely declined it.

“Cicero has something to tell you all” he took a shaky breath “Cicero…has…been seeing someone”

Astrid immediately leapt from the table and stuck a knife to his throat “I KNEW YOU WERE A TRAITOR!” she hissed, “Astrid wait!” Babbett cried “let him finish, it’s not what you think”, “Babbs?...you knew?” she stared in disbelief at the unchild, “he told me to keep it a secret” she shrugged.

Astrid let him up “Alright Fool…what is your secret?” she hissed venomously at him…

Cicero was quiet at first “...Cicero…has been seeing this girl…she likes Cicero and Cicero likes her…”, “well that's complete bullshit” Arnbjorn grumbled. “ARN!” Babbett snapped, “there ain't no way in the void there is ANYONE who would romantically wanna be involved with him” Arnbjorn shrugged, Veezara nodded “your story is a little hard to believe”.

Cicero balled his fists in anger “CICERO WILL PROVE TO YOU HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! HE’LL BRING HER OVER TO THE TAVERN TO MEET YOU TOMORROW!” he snapped.

Arnbjorn laughed “the day you have a girlfriend is the day Night Mother chooses a listener!”

Cicero began to laugh hysterically “GOOD!” he howled

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(The next day)

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Mattilda was overjoyed to be meeting some of Cicero’s folks! 

She had used some of her saved up gold to go all out on beauty supplies so she could look her best, gotta make a good first impression after all.

“It looks like a soup” Mattilda said as she fished a flower out of the bubbly bath, it had a little milk and tea in it too, “a soup that will do wonders dear, afterall we don’t want you smelling like a barn” Kit’Tay chuckled as she unceremoniously tossed her into the bath.

She then poured soap onto her hair and viciously started to scrub it into Mattilda’s scalp “OW!” she yelped and pulled away from her, “oh quit being a big baby, pain is beauty”, “if pain is beauty then I’d rather stay ugly” she groaned. 

Kit’Tay then took clay, charcoal, salt, a little honey and butter. 

She mixed it in a bowl and into a paste, she then took a hard scrubbing brush and proceeded to scrub the paste into Mattilda’s skin like she was trying to scrub grease off a pan.

After what felt like hours of this torture the bath had finnaly finished.

Mau’Mau then applied makeup to her face, using delicate hands she enhanced Mattilda’s face by lining her eyes in black and shadowing them with deep browns and golds to accentuate the silvery–blue of her eyes, her lips were then painted a soft red and her cheeks blushed.

Lastly was the dress.

Mau had it specially shipped from Radiant Raiment in Solitude, a slim black dress that hugged the curves and accentuated the bust. When Mattilda slipped it on she felt…fierce.

She had always hidden her appearance…now…she was showing it off. 

“So just who is this mystery man?” Mau’Mau asked her, “Cicero, his name is Cicero”, Mau paused a dreadful look on her face “short imperial man, red hair?...jester?” she gawked, “yeah…how do you?” Mattilda pondered.

“Sugarbean…be careful…he…is part of the dark brotherhood”.

A cold sweat ran down her spine.

“Cicero? An assassin?” she scoffed “you're joking”, Mau shook her head “Astrid told us of a new arrival, he fits the bill to a T” she purred sadly.

Mattilda started to laugh.

“well…I guess I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets”.

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(At the Dead Man’s Drink)

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Arnbjorn, Nazir and Vizarra were sent to see about Cicero’s “girlfriend”...

“50 septimes he just pulled our legs” Veezara yawned and sipped his mead, “100 septims says he hired some poor woman to pretend to be his girlfriend” Arnbjorn snickered. 

Cicero stood outside the tavern while the others waited inside, the moment he saw Mattilda his heart skipped a beat, she looked so…beautiful…especially dressed in black.

Nazir looked over and nearly spat out his mead “GUYS” he said as he tapped Arnbjron’s shoulder, Veezara and Arnbjorn looked over and their jaws dropped…

Cicero walked in with a cute little thing in a black dress, she was short and built a little like an acrobat but with very powerful and long legs, she was…an elf?...of some sort, a brunette with pale skin and big blue eyes.

She was laughing with him and not in a forced way…she…genuinely…seemed to be enjoying his company, “well I’’l be…” Nazir gasped, “there is no way he landed that, just look at her” Veezara murmured, “welp we're about to find out” Arnbjorn grinned.

“Matti these are Cicero’s half brothers and his family friend: Nazir, Arnbjorn and Veezara” he introduced her, “hi she excitedly beamed, I’am Mattilda Vid-” before she could finish introducing herself Arnbjorn stopped her.

“So Mattilda, what’s your line of work?”, “oh…well…I’am currently more of an adventurer right now but I use to be an alchemist in Helgen” she answered rather awkwardly, Arnbjorn nodded “uh huh…tell me”  he got close to her enough to whisper “and you can be honest, how much is Cicero paying you to be his pretend girlfriend?”

Mattilda gawked “what?!” she gasped, “oh come on” Arnbjorn muttered loud enough for Cicero to hear “did you really think we’d fall for this little joke of yours?” he turned to Cicero, “honestly where'd you find a pretty thing like this? Certainly not in whore houses here-” as soon as those words left his lips he was sent backwards by a powerfuck kick to the face, one strong enough to make him skid across the floor for a few feet.

Veezara and Nazir spat out their mead and gawked in utter shock at what had happened, Cicero grabbed Mattilda and desperately tried to pull her away.

Arnbjorn got up and glared at her…

“How dare you” she hissed “I am no cheap whore and how dare you for insulting Cicero” she growled, “you just signed your death warrant girly” Arnbjorn snarled, Mattilda smirked, showing off her bosmeri fangs “just ask Maven Blackbrier about the name Viddarson, then we’ll see who’s death warrant is signed” she leaned in “and tell Astrid I said hi”.

Chills ran down Arnbjorn’s spine…

Who was this chick?

Mattilda took Cicero’s hand and led him out of the tavern.

“What did you mean by that?” he looked at her, she smiled at him “you don’t need to worry about your family coming after me is all” she chirped, “what how?” he scrambled for words, “I know” is all she replied be for looking into his deep hazel-amber eyes and asking him one simple question.

“Mau and Kit are away “visiting friends” in Riften…would you like to share a bottle of wine with me beside the hearth at my house?”, Cicero pondered, if he was going to spend one last night with Matti before all Oblivion broke loose it would be tonight.

“Cicero would love too” he chirped.

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(Falkreath Sanctuary)

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“Viddarson” Astrid said the name with a twinge of fear in her breath, “I know but what does it mean?” Arnbjorn asked her, “it means, darling husband of mine…THAT YOU FUCKED UP” she screeched.

“Viddarson is Maven’s personal guy, her PERSONAL guy. If she wants something made to look like a message or an accident she sends us or any other guild member…if she wants somebody GONE OFF THE MAP or their name sullied into poverty she sends Viddarson” Astrid hissed “you just insulted the daughter, no excuse me, the niece of Skyrim’s FUCKING BOOGYMAN”.

Astrid grabbed Arnbjorn’s face and bright it to hers “you are going to apologize to her or so help me Sithis…”, “Astrid I thought we were Skyrim’s boogymen?” he pondered, Astrid sucked in a deep breath “listen to me, Viddarson makes us look like a bunch of weirdos in black pajamas…he is not to be FUCKED with…and nither is his family”.

“now…GO APOLOGIZE!” she snapped.

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(next morning)

.

Cicero awoke next to Mattilda in her bed…with nothing on except his jester hat.

He lovingly gazed at her sleeping form beside him, her little soft snoring and the way her body was curled up next to him reminded him of a bunny rabbit, he cuddled her not wanting this moment to end…not wanting what was to happen…happen…

He wanted her to live.

A knock at the door awoke her from her slumber and Cicero cursed whoever it was, Mattilda looked at the naked jester in her bed…and at her own nude form. She giggled, “I…hope I wasn’t too…well…” she embarrassedly looked at Cicero “it was my first time”, Cicero chuckled and kissed her “it was Cicero’s too, he loved it”.

The knock came more vigorously this time.

“JUST A MOMENT” Mattilda called, “you better get out of here in case it’s Mau or Kit”, “but what if it’s Arnbjorn?” he worried, “like I said you don’t need to worry about that, now come on your clothes are around here somewhere” she chuckled.

Cicero left through the back door when he bumped into Arnbjorn, “look before you go crazy I’am not here to hurt her…I’am here to apologize to her”, “oh…well good serves you right for what you did”.

Mattilda got on her robes and opened the door, there before her was…

“DAD!” she shouted happily as she hugged him tightly.

.

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#skyrim #skyrim cicero #fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim oc #mixed race dragonborn #2 dovahkiins #2 dragonborns #cicero x female oc #cicero x dragonborn

[bittercandysweetrain]

Tokyo revenger’s x reader with mental illness Smiley and angry (pt1)

Illness - D.I.D Dissociative identity disorder  So F/N is for the First name and S/N will be for the second name meaning the other Identity   (This story contains mention of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, and mental abuse not from the twins)  REMINDER - SMILEY (NAHOYA) ANGRY (SOUTA) 

f/n pov  It's strange how our memories can seemingly connect to things so normal to others which is why some people love certain smells or colors and even hate them at the same time. while for many you just scrunch your nose and walk away and for others the very few it can cause PTSD or for the very few a trigger. It took some years to find out some triggers but it's not exact science its just some things the people around me have noticed. Some say it's when I am around really bad drunks or certain smells. To be honest it hasn't been easy living with D.I.D (s/n) is totally different than I am she is the complete opposite of me. She always tries to change my life to her liking it was hard I mean how was I suppose to have a life when it wasn't to her fitting. 

Author's pov - (f/n) was walking down the dark road she had just gotten off of work and was exhausted. she really didn't want to cook but had little money due to debts she owed for schooling. walking past a colorfully lit restaurant she paused, she had always walked this path and never noticed it before. "do you wanna come in? we're open" Souta asked walking past her he held a large white box with ice and fish inside "I have no money sorry" (f/n) said with a slight bow "well it's your lucky day we are testing recipes you can try for free just in case it's nasty" he chuckled. just as he said that, her stomach growled loudly "I haven't eaten in two days even if it was nasty I wouldn't be able to tell." she gave him a sweet yet sad smile she smiled to hide the pain and Souta noticed that slightly reminded him of his big brother. "well why don't we just see come inside its getting chilly outside." he said leading her in (f/n) looked around the small restaurant it was nice many of the people were residents from around the area better than a tourist place she had to admit. "Nahoya we have a customer" Souya called out as he walked towards the back (f/n) sat down on the stool near where they cooked. "and what would you like?" he asked "oh um that man said you were testing a new recipe and he wanted me to try it." she said "ah right okay so I have to ask are you allergic to anything?" he asked (f/n) shook her head. "okay I'll be right back with the order" Smiley knew angry was a soft-hearted person but he rarely did this giving out a free meal. unless it was someone he knew but for a complete stranger it wasn't like him. 

The warmth of the restaurant made (f/n) pretty tired On top of that she was lethargic from not eating she yawned resting her head on her arm. while waiting for her food she fell asleep. Smiley walked over with the bowl of Ramen setting it down he noticed her pink-tinted cheeks and soft sleeping face. "I think I know why he offered you food you're really pretty" he whispered. Angry walked out from the back to check up on the customer "she fell asleep?" he asked walking over to check up on her. Smiley nodded "yeah she did she looked pretty tired," he said angry nodded "yeah I see her pass by a lot she always looks tired she seems nice." he said moving her purse behind the counter he reached over shaking her awake (f/n) gasped waking up she pushed whoever was touching her away in panic and knocked the bowl of soup all over her. it was really hot but for some reason, she was less fazed by the hot broth and more shaken about who was touching her. her heart was racing and suddenly she realized what happened. "shit sorry" she said Smiley grabbed the kitchen cloth trying to help "I got it, I got it I just am tired." she said cleaning the broth she looked at her skin which was clearly red from the burns. "That really looks bad let me take you to a hospital," Angry said "No way I can't afford a hospital you know how many loan sharks would easily where I look it's okay really I have a medical kit at my house." she said she looked at the mess "it smells good damn what a complete waste." she said "we can make more" angry said quickly "It's fine, it's getting late I should get home." she said, "stop by tomorrow we will definitely have a bowl waiting for you." Smiley said "Thanks," she said heading towards the door "Wait your name, what is it?" Smiley asked "Oh it's (s/n)." she said before hurrying out the door.

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Taiwan Road Food Bucket List

Some sources state this merchandise belongs to the Northern provinces, the place steamed wheat products are favored over rice. Other sources credit Cantonese cooks for introducing potstickers to the USA. Presumably it describes how the product adheres to the cooking receptacle. They are colorful, visually stunning, and oh a lot fun! Guests eat before, and attend your occasion for drinks, desserts and fun. Dessert-only occasions may be a nice way to cut back on your catering budget. Large, pan fried dumplings full of chives, egg, and vermicelli. Some breakfast shops with further fry them with an egg when you ask. Long, skinny, and springy, they've a chewier, more jelly-like chew than soba, but similarly excel in chilly soups. The soups are so chilly that they sometimes come with ice shaved into the bowl. Dried naengmyeon packages will typically include broth taste packets to add to chilly liquid. Experience Dining WASHOKU, positioned close to Asakusa Station, serves trendy Japanese cuisine in the coronary heart of the city. As a result, it turned a staple in Italy and grew in popularity. As a end result, right now Italians devour over sixty pounds of pasta each per yr. This I imagine exhibits how noodles have turn into a mirrored image of Italian tradition, areas and cities. Taiwan's best-known snacks are current in the night time markets, where avenue vendors promote a wide range of different foods, from finger meals, drinks, sweets, to sit-down dishes. Valentines & Special Day All objects might be delivered cold, with reheating instructions if relevant. Our skilled drivers take nice care in delivering orders. NO CONTACT DELIVERY. We will deliver to your door, go away the food objects, and send you a text. Please use your own washable utensils, and use your individual washable plates and bowls. John’s priority is offering outstanding, top-quality service for each occasions. 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These wrapped buns are simple to hold and eat whether your friends are standing for cocktail hour or excitedly chatting at dinner. However, understand that not all your guests will keep for the late hours of the evening, so you will not necessarily want meals based in your total visitor count. Always remember to seek the advice of together with your catering company and they’ll have the flexibility to get the numbers squared away just right. Make positive your marriage ceremony menu features meals that is each delicious and plentiful. If you’re looking to give your friends a big selection of cuisines, a buffet-style dinner might be a perfect choice! Several lengthy tables are set up so visitors can line up to be served. Buffets often have the option to be double-sided or single-sided, relying on what quantity of guests you want to get via the road at one time. 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Exceed goals by providing excellent customer support to shoppers, while arranging weekly banquets, and get together schedules. Prepared full meal companies for airplane passengers, catering, grocery and meals service. Prepare all items for banquet capabilities in accordance with the occasion orders and company standards. They supervise the entire issues associated to a patrons dining expertise, like high quality management, employees administration, health and safety regulations. A caterer works on a contract foundation, consulting with clients to create and serve personalized menus at events or occasions. The caterer is liable for developing the menu, making ready, transporting, and serving the food, and aiding with the cleanup. "Back of house" restaurant employees prepare and current meals or clean dishes, while "front of house" workers welcome and work together with prospects. Everyone works collectively as a staff to create a memorable, pleasant expertise for all patrons. 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In this fashion, additionally, you will consider the uncertainties that may price you more money than anticipated. Appetizers Menu Everything can be cut and prepped the day earlier than, just wait to assemble on the precise get together day. When you're serving satisfactory dishes, salads could be a bit too fussy for their own good. Get that creamy crunch you need in an easy-to-eat bundle by rolling rooster Caesar salad in a tortilla and slicing into pinwheels. The key to getting even bites is roll the wraps tightly and then place 5 toothpicks, spaced evenly, on the roll so you understand the place to chop. Choice of delicate, medium, scorching, honey or barbecue. Real buffalo-style hen wings marinated in a peppery sauce, lightly seasoned and served with celery sticks and a thick bleu cheese dipping sauce. They are pleasing to the eye and offer smaller serving sizes. The sticks could be held in place with dried beans or florist foam. By “cool” catering concepts, we mean Insta-worthy alternatives to get your visitors excited and catering appreciation throughout the social networks. This household favorite is now chic enough to eat out. For the health-conscious, small cups of quinoa salad are a superb selection. The best part about quinoa is you can add in no matter you need for a bespoke salad. Here, they're toped off with a bite of shrimp. These tacky bites are a staple of French cuisine. Choux dough is baked with cheese leading to savory little pastry bites. They look further yummy paired with salmon and crackers. Catering Providers In Des Moines Heartbeat Hot Sauce presents staples like piri piri and Louisiana-style sizzling sauce, alongside extra unique taste mixtures like pineapple and blueberry habanero. Sauces can be a great product to sell for first-time merchants. Food aficionados are at all times on the lookout for new tastes to strive, in order that they are typically more receptive to much less acquainted manufacturers in relation to sauces. 外燴 -based model, wherein retailers present prospects with a brand new meal on a recurring basis. Or you may create a collection of meal kits and promote them à la carte. Personal cooks are trained cooks employed to provide at-home meals for their clients, who typically could have special dietary needs or preferences. Bring the household we have two Wii stations in addition to a pool table something for everyone. As a BMO Club Member, you can enjoy all of the action with all of the facilities. View drink specials and beverage choices for the BMO Harris Club here. Restricted concessions means a mobile or stationary food service establishment restricted to preparing and serving solely menu gadgets and elements thought-about to be low danger for foodborne sickness. Restricted concessions might embody foods listed inSection 4 of the Kentucky Food Code. Potentially hazardous foods will not be supplied by a restricted meals concession. Hinterland Music Festival- Another fun event where we get to hearken to nice music and serve up great food. We provide multiple food items and beer trailers for this one. Few things are more fulfilling than rising a business in an industry that excites you. For foodies and at-home cooks everywhere, beginning a food enterprise is a great chance to earn cash doing what you're keen on.

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21 Issues You Need To Know About Japanese Meals

Teishoku are set meals served with a main dish with rice, miso soup, and different side dishes like a salad. A set meal prices around 800 to 1,000 yen, so it's a barely costlier selection than the rice bowls talked about above. Learn about the prices of meals in Japan for convenience store food, and dishes like sushi, ramen, and quick meals. This article introduces how much a mean meal costs whereas touring, 1,000 yen-meals, and tips on how to save more cash on eating. The Chinese are the most important immigrants to Thailand and Thai-Chinese dominate the richer sections of society now. Fish balls in a simple meat and/or fish flake broth and garnished with celery or green onions. Sometimes served with noodles, and typically the fish balls contain a pork meat middle. Sticky rice gradual cooked with pork, soy sauce, ginger, brown sugar, garlic, and shiitake mushrooms. The dish is traditionally gifted by mother and father to their relations and associates to celebrate the one month birthday of their child. Versions offered outside of temples are normally vegetarian. After reading the story of the noodle, I even have additionally come to know that the noodle means greater than a tasty filling meal. In 外燴 Crossing the Bridge noodle story, a younger boy was banished to review with no distractions in a cottage till he was able to move his exams. The family chef was determined to feed him a meal that might convey comfort to the boy during his time within the cottage. The chef ready many meals, nevertheless, they would all return untouched. The chef’s final meal was a noodle dish that he had ready for the boy at a time of nice sickness. This dish of noodles was despatched over and consumed by the boy. Event Catering In Yellow Springs, Oh You don’t need a caterer who only does one kind of vegan meal or only produces salads everytime someone requests a special food regimen. If you’re planning a nautical event or outside celebration, an old rowboat can work as the proper desk for your meals. Check out what this occasion did with its seafood choices. Best of all, there’s loads of room in a ship for ice. This instance incorporates an ornamental tree and dramatic lighting but you could easily tie some goodies on the tree and make it practical in addition to stunning. Make anything extra particular with this lovely, edible art. Place it atop muffins or cupcakes, even a danish. You can make a design or reinforce your branding with a caramel construction… or if you’d favor, chocolate. While it may carefully resemble a Bloody Mary, this little delectable is totally allowed throughout enterprise hours. Add a couple of tablespoons of this chilly favourite to a large shot glass and finish it off with a shrimp on a stick. List examples as some people could forget to let you know they’re on a Keto food plan, for example. There are spiritual causes, well being and allergy limitations, diets, political statements and a bunch of other the reason why you and your caterer have to be more flexible in your menu. Before signing with a venue or caterer ask important questions on their staff and numbers. A caterer being short-staffed shouldn’t depart you with empty plates. A Guide To Restaurant Furnishings Consider purchasing chairs with wood or welded metal frames. You need chairs which would possibly be sturdy, but light-weight sufficient you could transfer them simply round to accommodate giant parties. But whilst you need sturdy, well-built frames, you should additionally think about consolation. Padded seats which may be covered in easy-to-clean fabrics, similar to vinyl, leather-based, or plastic, are requirements. Shop TigerChef products to see our wonderful variety of items your self. Your perfect furniture pieces ought to supply some flexibility. This might mean purchasing tables with leaves that fold up or down or chairs that might be joined collectively to type benches. Restaurant furnishings that features easy-roll casters are additionally good choices. These allow you to accommodate uncommon conditions, corresponding to large eating events or eating parties that feature odd numbers of friends. Your eating room tables ought to be capable of accommodate more than simply the four-person nuclear family. Quality restaurant furniture performs a vital function in your guests' consolation and overall dining expertise. Whether you want wooden or metallic chairs & barstools or tables of varying sizes, you'll find what you need right here. Don't neglect seating for youngsters including, excessive chairsand booster seats. Complete the expertise with a full range of table coverings, table cloths, and desk skirting. Make your eating space an area to be happy with with quality commercial restaurant furniture at low warehouse costs. Plated Dinner Menu We care and work with the couple to create a menu that combines their personal imaginative and prescient with our culinary abilities. Whether you are hoping for a traditional family fashion BBQ meal or a novel eating format, we'll create a unprecedented experience worthy of your day particular. Family-Style Reception - While you could assume your do-it-yourself reception dinner is perfect for family-style service, we advocate you strongly rethink. Family-style receptions use servers to deliver food to guests at their pre-assigned tables. Prices embody high quality disposable cups, plates, cutlery and napkins. Now you know a few of the best catering suggestions for newbies that embrace actionable info for everything from meals prep to presentation to cleanliness. You even have all of the answers to the most regularly asked associated questions. Create memorable eating experiences for attendees with these pretty presentation particulars that may make your purchasers assume you’re a seasoned skilled. Have separate cutting boards and utensils uncooked food, cooked food, and fresh produce. You will be provided with a full service workers to take care of your each need and to serve drinks based on consumption or open bar. Station Style Reception - Station-style receptions are growing in recognition. While they’re historically staffed by a chef, you'll find a way to arrange DIY stations in your event house. Meals Service Employee Job Description Handled setup and takedown of all catering furnishings and cooking equipment at every occasion. Served meals and drinks to guests whereas remaining conscious of dietary restrictions based on religion or health. A revolutionary hiring process for Events positions Hiring restaurant staff in San Francisco can be a tough job. Workstream might help accelerate the process by letting you submit on job boards like Indeed within seconds. We're now hiring a Food Service Worker to assist us keep growing. If you are excited to be part of a successful group, XYZ Inc. is an ideal place to get ahead. You will prepare dinner dishes that can delight our clients with their style and timely supply. The Catering Manager works carefully with prospects, sales workers, Chefs, and specialised catering gear providers. Oftentimes an Event Planner will be concerned with connecting a Catering Manager with a consumer. [Work Hours & Benefits] This is a great spot to speak about your catering service’s working hours and advantages. We'll stroll you through what to expect on this function.Read More... Read and obtain our customizable catering job description template, optimized for search performance and conversion. There will be robust competition for jobs at upscale restaurants, hotels, and casinos, the place the pay is often highest. Workers with a mixture of business skills, previous work expertise, and culinary creativity should have the best job prospects. The median annual wage for chefs and head cooks was $51,530 in May 2019. The lowest 10 percent earned lower than $28,370, and the highest 10 percent earned greater than $86,990. Provide excellent customer support in a high-volume, fast-paced operation, in a courteous, friendly and efficient method. Execute communication and battle resolution skills helping clients with deli and bakery orders and purchases. Problem-solving, conflict resolution, and business administration abilities. Inspecting and helping with event planning and arrange, in addition to assisting with any issues that come up in the course of the occasion and helping with clean up. Budget Catering Menu Recipes It’s no secret that getting married on a weekday can save couples main money, and in accordance with Jeremy Michalski catering costs are not any exception. “We usually discount our services if the wedding just isn't on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday,” he said. Consider this yet one more pro of opting for a weekday marriage ceremony. Cost to Rent a Food Truck for a Party Renting a food truck for a party will range relying on what type of delicacies you want, how many friends...Looking To Rent A Food Truck? If you’re seeking to rent a meals truck, you’re in the proper place. Some caterers, like meals trucks, will typically be there for a set amount of time (typically 2-4 hours). It doles out small portions and provides whimsy to even essentially the most serious business occasions. Use rows of similar-sized apples topped with glass to create a surprising special shelf on your buffet. Add lighting in the center of your ice blocks or round them. It not only provides drama to the table but gives the look of chic glass blocks. Your guest depend have to be finalized as early as attainable as a outcome of in hiring caterers or planning the food arrangement, the variety of individuals to feed is a crucial detail. Be artistic in how you plate, style, and serve off-the-shelf appetizers. Instead of using simple and single-use plates, strive utilizing wine glasses, chopping boards, Champagne flutes, and other dishware that can elevate the look of the food. As the name denotes, do-it-yourself meals stations encompass elements laid out in a particular space where the visitors will construct their very own meal. Use on an everyday basis objects to make your meals show stand out, like this open ladder that uses boards to create adaptable and cell cabinets for catering. Each shelf might observe a theme and with loads of room in the center, you would incorporate a feature piece too as the central part of your construction. This is a shocking example of how one can combine food and décor for a beautiful end with out having to bust the budget. Appetizer Catering Choices For Finger Foods And Hors D'oeuvres Arizona Glazed in a buttery brown sugar sauce, any vegetable all of a sudden becomes fun to eat. Add a crispy wrapping of salty prosciutto, and these once-humble green beans are now completely picnic worthy. It’s uncertain you’ll have leftovers, but if you do, serve them over rice for lunch the subsequent day. These dumplings are filled to the brim with veggies and meat, and the wonton dough only needs two ingredients! Don’t blame your friends if they don’t instantly recognize these clipboards as the beginning of a delicious dessert. But as soon as they do, the clever concept will captivate them and they’ll look upon them entranced questioning for a second the way it was done. Glass floating displays place all of the interest on the meals as a outcome of every thing else fades into the background. Try drizzling with honey after assembling for an added sweet touch. To flip it right into a bite-sized nosh, go for slices of Roma tomatoes and use a cookie cutter to create like-sized circles of white bread. These crust-free and dainty bites are the proper hors d'oeuvre. For the unfold, go for something creamy, easy and tangy like Japanese mayo. For a quantity of other pro tips, did you know bread circles minimize simpler when it is partially frozen? Assume Exterior Of The Box With New And Unique Types Of Concession Meals Other popular options embody Nachos and Cheese — however without the need for a messy sluggish cooker. Useportion Pak cupsand single serve cheeses to keep away from the mess and effort. You can purchasepackaged cotton candyto sell, or make your personal in advance. As long as you retailer it in airtight luggage and in low humidity, cotton sweet can final for a quantity of days. In the world of concession stands, you get to choose what you serve. Heartbeat Hot Sauce presents staples like piri piri and Louisiana-style scorching sauce, alongside extra distinctive taste mixtures like pineapple and blueberry habanero. Sauces could be a nice product to sell for first-time merchants. Food aficionados are always on the lookout for new tastes to attempt, so they are usually extra receptive to much less familiar manufacturers when it comes to sauces. Subscription-based model, wherein retailers present clients with a model new meal on a recurring basis. Or you would possibly create a collection of meal kits and sell them à la carte. Personal cooks are trained cooks employed to supply at-home meals for their purchasers, who usually could have particular dietary needs or preferences. Bean burritos give choices for protein with some further veggies for vitamins. The downside is making, wrapping and storing them when you have an out of doors venue. The upside is they will likely sell during tournaments and longer occasions. Candy bars are an excellent option as a result of they’re prepackaged, and handy. They’re additionally simple to sell, as they are a recognizable item. You can also have a number of different options, to satisfy everyone’s favourite.

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