#cooked up something special for the 21st

[tailsgetstrolledmp3]

never was a cloudy day

[mattslolita]

hiii i have a request ( im not sure if you do requests sorry ) but if you do can you write one about chris getting drunk for the first time and confessing his love for you i love your fics you are such a talented reader i hope you have a great day

compass - c. sturniolo

in which ... a night of drinking for the first time ends with the confession of feelings from your best friend.

( bff!chris x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; mentions of alcohol, tooth rotting fluff :3

"𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

whenever you decided to drink alcohol, it was usually on a special occasion, or if you hung out with a certain group of friends or people.

your best friends 21st birthday was a week ago, yet they hadn't consumed any alcohol on that day. you commended them for it, especially remembering your own 21st when that was one of the first things you did.

so it was a little shocking to you when one of your best friends, chris, decided that he wanted to try something to drink. it was very common for you and chris to hang out with each other alone on a regular basis, being that you were closest to him out of all three triplet brothers — this night in particular, you had just cooked a dinner for the both of you since he wanted to spend the night.

some days you and chris's relationship reminded you of an old, married couple — the really sweet gestures, yet not complete without the petty arguments over the smallest things. of course, the thing was you both were only friends. and it would never be nothing more than, which is what you had to remind yourself.

"okay, we're gonna start you off with something simple," you told chris with a grin, as he sat at the barstool chair at your kitchen island.

his eyes watch you curiously as you reach into your designated liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of don julio — you figured tequila would be the perfect thing to start him off with, and it felt special since that was also your first drink.

"tequila," chris says matter-of-factly, and you grin and snap your fingers at him as you set the bottle down on the counter. "how many shots do i need to take before i get drunk?"

"it depends on your body and how it tolerates it," you explain to him, setting down two shot glasses on the counter. "now, c'mere!"

chris grins and claps his hands together, walking on the other side of the kitchen island right next to you — he bumps his hip with yours slightly, and you narrow your eyes and playfully nudge him in response, as you focus on pouring the first two shots.

you held one up to chris, and his eyes twinkled mischievously as he accepted it. "cheers!"

you clinked the glasses with each other, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as chris tilts the cup, the liquid riding down his throat — you watch as he swallows it, his eyes scrunching up as he shakes his head, vigorously.

"strong shit," he coughs slightly, and you laugh as you down your own glass. your reaction is more relaxed, yet you also do the squeezing of your eyes as well.

"you get used to it, after while," you tell him, watching his expressions morph, "how do you feel?"

"like i wan' try another one," chris grins at you, nodding towards the bottle, "hit me."

you giggle at this, pouring him yet another shot. "whatever you say."

it wasn't long before you two had taken a considerable amount of shots with each other — you ended up on the couch in your living room, giggling mindlessly at whatever silly topics came to both of your minds.

you yourself were just a little tipsy, not fully drunk like chris had been — he clearly wasn't a lightweight, and you were shocked to see that he was handling himself pretty well. although you had to admit, it seemed like all of his intrusive thoughts and decisions seemed to come out more.

"chris, no don' you dare bother her!" you giggled uncontrollably, as chris is scrolling through his phone.

"she'll prolly laugh at us," he slurs, swiping his thumb across his nose as he lands on madison beer's contact name.

"leaveee that woman alone!" you whined, attempting to reach over and end the call, but chris held his phone up out of your reach.

he tsked as you pathetically tried reaching for his phone, yet to no avail as he laughed at you. "hello?"

"madi- hey madison!"

"who- who's speaking right now?" madison's voice asks curiously over the line, "chris, who're you with?"

"my future wife," chris says unashamedly, causing you to cover your mouth and gasp, heating blooming in your cheeks. his future wife?

"so...you're with y/n?" madison queries, a hint of amusement in her tone as she chuckles on the other end, "how bold of you to call her that while she's with you."

it had your mind running in circles — was that how chris regularly addressed you around other people? was he only joking when he said this? now it was all you could think, causing a newfound feeling to bloom throughout you, as you realized it was getting harder and harder to fight off the obvious you had developed for your best friend over the course of time. and when he said things like that, it didn't help or make matters any better for you.

"since when am i your future wife?" you ask him nervously, and he clears his throat and his eyes widen slightly as if he'd realized what he just said.

"okay so you haven't told her," madison concludes, clicking her tongue, "you guys both sound drunk! please sleep it off. and goodnight!"

"nooo, wait mad-"

the sound of a click could be heard from the other line, and you whine helplessly as you realized she'd hung up. what was it that chris had lacked telling you?

"i wan' go on the balcony," chris mumbles drunkenly running a hand over his face as he attempts to stand up.

you quickly realized he was stumbling a bit, so as quick as you could without getting whiplash, stand up and grab his waist to steady him — you figured he was getting hot and stuffy, so he most likely needed some air to cool down.

"kay' i gotchu," you remind him, helping him to walk towards the balcony doors.

you slide the door open, and a cold gust of wind hits you immediately as the both of you make your way towards the railings — chris lets out a breath he'd been holding, letting his arms rest on the railing as he looked down below you guys.

even in your tipsy state, you mindlessly smiled as you gazed up at the moon — it was without a doubt one of your favorite things to look at, and you honestly liked it better than the sun. the moonlight casted a glow upon your face as you stared up with so much admiration. unbeknownst to you, the moon wasn't the only being admired in that particular moment.

"the moon is so pretty tonight," you said, not taking your eyes off the crater ridden sphere.

"yeah, s'pretty," chris agrees — except he wasn't looking at moon; his eyes were focused on you.

you turn back to look at him, but his eyes have already been on you — a nervous smile makes its way onto your face as you both stare into each other's eyes, which feels like it's going on forever.

his hand reaches out to stroke your pretty, warm brown skin — it wasn't uncommon for chris to show random acts of affection towards you, at all. yet somehow, this felt different.

"y'know whats funny?" chris chuckles, moving closer to you as he continues to look at you.

"what?" you ask him, your eyes staying locked on his.

"everyone's always sayin' a compass is only that metal object with a north, east, south, and west way to guide them throughout life, or throughout anything, really," he explains, slurring slightly along the way, "but i disagree. a compass doesn't have to just be an object — it can be a person."

you let his words sink in, and you found yourself in agreeance upon his words ��� it was absolutely possible for someone to tell their way throughout the world with someone they loved or cared about by their side.

"that- thas' so true, chris," you tell him, smiling as you look at him. "d'you have a compass?"

"promise y'won't laugh when i tell ya?" he says, his eyebrows pinched — he was still drunk, but something about his expression was serious.

"course i won't laugh."

"you're my compass, y/n," chris tells you softly, words slurred as he gulps and looks at you. "y'my compass, y'know that? feel like if i didn't have you in my life things would've been a little harder, y'get me? always got my back and always there when i need you."

your eyes twinkled as you stared up at him with admiration — you'd never even realized chris thought of you in such a way. sure he told you that he was grateful you were in his life, but to be the equivalent of a compass? an object used to guide someone throughout their life and to be there for them?

"and it's the reason i fell in love with you."

the words hit you all at once, yet you wished you could hear every syllable being said again as you soaked in what chris just told you. a soft gasp escapes your lips as you stare at him.

his words must've sunken into him as well, which caused his eyes to widen as he realized what he just told you — a wave of panic coursed throughout his body, and he found himself overcome with heat that rushed to his cheeks.

"sh-shit, m'sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"you're in love with me, chris?" you ask him, eyes boring into his blue ones.

he searched yours for any trace of resentment, or disgust even — and to his surprise and fortunate, your eyes didn't hold not even an ounce of those emotions. he searched, and he found something he'd been hoping to find since the day you had both met.

"yeah, m'in love with you," chris mumbles again sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck as he nervously chuckles, "have been for a really long time, but i didn't think you would..."

it was hard to listen to the words that escaped his mouth, because all you could focus were his pink lips that looked ever so inviting. so without waiting any longer, you stand on your tippy toes, connecting your lips with his.

chris is shocked at first, but he melts into the kiss with ease soon — this was his dream come true, and he'd been thinking about the moment he would finally be able to do this freely. his hands snake around your waist gently, and he held onto you, for fear that if he let go he'd be woken up from this fever dream.

little did he know, you weren't going anywhere — you were there to stay. as he said previously, you were his compass.

the electricity in the kiss was everything you both had been hoping for, lacking nothing and it was as if everything you have ever felt for each other blended into that one kiss you shared with each other.

when you finally pulled away from him, you breathlessly rested your foreheads against each other's. "i love you, chris."

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i was listening to human nature to help me write this, and i actually really love how this came out ! i love you guys so much, and i hope you enjoyed it too ! thank you for the request, anon. 💌

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[petermorwood]

Potato Crisps / Chips on Tasting History

So we've just watched Max's latest...

...and I was grinning a bit because I posted about Dr Kitchiner's 1817 (non-US, definitely non-Saratoga) crisps / chips recipe a month ago.

That image was from an American edition of his book; I've found a pic from the original - NB that these slices are floured before frying.

For reference, here's a two-penny piece from about 1797; the coin would still be current 20 years later:

...and here's how thick the potatoes should be sliced. That's 4mm, which is 2mm less than "a quarter of an inch" (6.25mm).

The slices will get even thinner as their moisture evaporates during frying, and, given the nature of recipes, potatoes cooked this way are probably even older than 1817 and Kitchiner's is just the first appearance found so far in print.

*****

The first recipe for "Game Chips" (an accompaniment to grouse, pheasant etc.) appeared, per the Wikipedia link, in a 1903 book published by famous chef Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935):

"Chip potatoes - these are potatoes cut into thin slices; this is usually done with a special plane. (A mandoline.) They are put in cold water for 10 minutes; then drained, dried in a cloth and fried until very crunchy. They are served hot or cold and generally accompany game roasted in the English style."

However, per Escoffier's Wikipedia page, much of his work was based on that of Anton Carême (1783-1833), whose dates are squarely coincident with Dr Kitchiner's Potato Slices.

Given the amount of cookery to-and-fro between England and France after the Napoleonic wars were over, it's impossible to say who first came up with the idea of potato crisps.

The French loved dainties - "un petit quelquechose", a little something - which the English pronounced and dismissed as "kickshaws", something over-fussy yet insubstantial. Yet those same English also loved roasting things with their appropriate accompaniments.

(I'm writing this just over a week after Christmas, and have been well reminded that the phrase "Roast (turkey / goose / beef) With All The Trimmings" is still in common 21st-century use.)

If those roasted things were game birds, only those above a certain level in society would be eating them, so it's not unreasonable to assume a rich-person game bird would attract fussy, time-consuming rich-person trimmings like, okay, Game Chips.

One thing's for sure, Potato Crisps - and Game Chips too, so hard luck, Escoffier - are almost certainly older than even Tasting History could prove.

*****

BTW, they also existed at a time when "English Food Was Bland" is more fake history.

Sauces put out on the table in fancy bottles had fancy labels ("bottle tickets") showing what was in them, and the contents were often far from bland.

Quin sauce was anchovy-based, hot and pungent.

Harvey's was a spicy sauce similar to Worcestershire, ketchup was probably mushroom and also spicy; the other two need no elaboration.

AFAIK the two crescent-shaped ones in the next pics are deliberate imitations of an officer's rank-gorget.

Finally a generic Not-Bland label that would go on any number of modern bottles (antique silver, yours for £250)...

*****

And after all of the above, I could do Very Bad Things to a packet of Tayto Cheese 'n' Onion. A packet?

Why stop at a packet when A Pack takes less time to say?

After all, It Is Written that:

"Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Crisp Chip."

And also that Nothing Exceeds Like Excess...

[anistarrose]

taz balance one-shot recs!

I've been meaning to make this post for a while now, so here we are! The majority of these are from the past three years or so, because I love a fandom classic as much as anyone, but I particularly want to shine a light on some gems from after the peak of traffic in the fandom tags! There are of course also exceptions that are older, though.

Also, April 19th-21st are Just Leave a Comment Fest, so please show these authors some love!! They're all so deserving!

a recipe for home by @journalofimprobablethings: Taako tries to cook for the first time since Glamour Springs. When things go awry, Lucretia is there to lend a hand.

Gen (Taako & Lucretia), 3.5k. Early B.O.B. era hurt/comfort centered around cooking, with a delicious dollop of sentimentality and dramatic irony on top.

Seven Times Magnus Burnsides Gave Someone A Hug + One Time He Received One by @barry-j-blupjeans: Magnus wasn't really any good at— at words. He was more of an action man. Or, y'know, a "I'll take this hit so you don't have to" man. Talking to someone about their feelings was all kinds of weird, so usually he just left the space for someone else to talk. And, well... Magnus wasn't good at words. But there's a few different ways to get his support across.

Mostly gen with some Magnulia, 8.6k. You've all heard of the classic 5 Plus 1, but obviously Magnus deserves a 7 Plus 1! I don't know how to describe it without spoilers other than being full of incredibly sweet, gentle takes on so many fraught or bittersweet moments. Super underrated, do give it a read.

Embrace the Dark by @ceilingfan5: Bookstore coworkers Kravitz and Taako get more than they bargained for when Taako tries to use his powers to fix Kravitz's migraine. But it's okay--it's an excuse for them to spend time together until one of them can nut up and ask the other out.

Taakitz, 8.9k. Modern with Superpowers AU! Super sweet interactions between Kravitz and Taako, paired with lots of fun background worldbuilding. And, of course, a very special grilled cheese sandwich.

Break This Heavy Chain by Punka_Writes: In the immediate aftermath of Story and Song, Barry Bluejeans could really use a hug.

Blupjeans and misc. platonic interactions, 2.3k. The absolute epitome of comfort food in written form, with excellent Barry characterization (and of course, he does get that hug)!

birds of a feather steal sweaters together by @holdmecloser-gandydancer: When you're a big, burly guy it seems that your clothes just become free reign for all your friends. Normally Magnus is a reasonable guy, but everyone has their limits.

Gen (IPRE crew), 1.9k. Starblaster era fluff! Everyone is written absolutely delightfully, and every time I read it I snort out loud at least twice.

Security by @ceilingfan5: Barry has finally made it--his incredible scientific discovery has landed him a huge fortune...and a lot of problems. The only good thing that's come of it, honestly, has been his bodyguard, Lup. (And the science. That's good also.) He's just gotta stay normal about how nice it is to have someone like Lup around, and also not perish by way of press circuit, and everything will be fine.

Blupjeans, 6k. Modern with magic AU from Barry's POV, featuring equal parts anxiety and pining. Also, it's straight-up extremely funny.

Lonesome Dreams by @jerreeeeeee: Taako wakes up one morning from a nightmare, fast fading. There was a guy in glasses, and they were… somewhere high up? Something terrible happened, but he doesn’t remember. He wakes up in a wagon he’s never seen before, but it has his name on it. There’s tons of food inside, more than he’d be able to afford. And he’s alone. Thinking back to the last thing he remembers is difficult. College? No, he’d graduated. Top of his class, obviously, he remembers that. But what- what happened after? Where is Lup?

Gen (Taako & Lup), 10.2k. Everything starts out the same, except Taako remembers Lup, even if not how she went missing, and it's incredibly underrated and full of phenomenal characterization. I won't spoil how things shake out, but it's a great emotional ride and I genuinely reread it all the time.

it's my party and I'll mope if I want to by @holdmecloser-gandydancer: Taako's birthday is just another Thursday. A detective and an old friend have a different idea.

Gen (Taako & Lucretia & Angus), 2.1k. Short and so sweet! Fics about voidfished!Taako's birthday never get old, and this is one of my absolute favorites. Nailing the angst-to-wholesome ratio.

Tedious Familiarity by @barry-j-blupjeans: Déjà vu. Noun. A feeling of having already experienced the present situation. A tedious familiarity. Barry Bluejeans woke up in a cave, fresh out of a pod filled with green goop, and saddled with an unsettling feeling that he had been here before. If you had asked forty-year-old Barry if he would follow instructions left by a talking coin, he probably would have asked you what type of drugs you were on. But, y’know, fifty… two? Fifty-one? How old was he? Fifty-two sounded right. But, y’know, fifty-two years old Barry didn’t really have that many other places to turn, so this couldn't be all that bad.

Gen, 4.1k. Missing scenes based off Barry's decade alone, written in such an effective style, where all the little details truly make it. Mandatory reading for fellow Barry angst enjoyers.

Angus McDonald and the Wonderland Escape Rooms by coppersunshine: When Angus gets grounded from detecting, to keep his skills sharp he becomes a patron of the Wonderland Escape rooms, run by Edward and Lydia, who quickly decide he's their new nemesis. To their surprise, Angus and the collection of weird adults he's accompanied by decide otherwise.

Gen (Angus & Edward & Lydia), 7k. Modern with magic AU, putting Edward and Lydia in the absolute funniest possible job, at which a little boy detective torments... and maybe, even gives them a chance to turn over a new leaf. I am of the opinion that Angus and the Wonderland twins have a criminally underexplored dynamic, and this fic gave me everything I wanted.

If the Sun and Moon Should Doubt by Punka_Writes: Merle Highchurch, on the brink of a bad decision.

Gen, 1.6k. Merle character study immediately before running out on his marriage. Truly the incredible characterization that Merle deserves; this was a fic that really ignited my love for him.

Greensleeves by @sgrumby: Kravitz has never seen a lich like this before, and he's seen a lot of liches. Merle is just trying to save the universe, thanks very much.

Gen (Kravitz & Merle), 2.2k. A unique and also absolutely genius Lich!Merle AU where Kravitz inevitably comes after him, and Merle is... well, the Peacemaker, of course!

[skz317cb97]

Love Letters to Who

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: Your 21st birthday you were gifted a mysterious journal. If you thought you were shocked when you saw a reply to your first entry from someone, you just about shit when you saw words appearing on the page out of nowhere, right in front of your eyes! Who was owner of those words? Who was H.H?

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here's our Hyunjinnie's! Only one more left! But don't fret! I've gotten a lot of really great requests while I've been working on this series and still plan to do a part 2 to Everything in it's Place so there is plenty more to come! Thank you everyone who has followed along! If you enjoy this part please give it a reblog, like, comment, jump in my an ask box, I love hearing from you guys! Thank you again! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, mentions of controlling and toxic behavior/relationship, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use protection), coming inside. I'm pretty sure that's it. The soulmate series has been fairly tame smut wise I feel like but if I missed something, please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It had been a long day but a great one. It was your twenty-first birthday and your family and friends had been over all day celebrating with you. Finger food, cake, presents, the whole nine yards. All of your friends were gone now, your dad had left and your mom stayed over a bit to help you clean up. Just before she left she walked past the table that all your presents had been on and stopped. 

“Oh hey! You missed one!” She grabbed the small gift and handed it to you. You looked for a tag with a name but there was none. You shrugged and ripped it open to find a beautiful leather-bound journal. In the corner there were small gold letters, your initials and H.H. You weren’t sure what that meant but it was a wonderful gift, you loved to journal. Your mom left and you got washed up, in pajamas and in bed. You scrolled around on your phone and made a post thanking everyone for coming and for your gifts. 

‘Oh and to whomever got me the journal, it had no name but thank you so much!’ Maybe whoever got it for you will comment. You put your phone on the charger and pulled out the new journal and a fresh pen. You opened it to the first page and wrote the date. 

‘Today was my twenty-first birthday. It was wonderful. My friends and family were here and I’m very thankful for all of my gifts. It was almost perfect. It would be nice to have someone to share my evening with. To curl up in bed, laugh and talk, make love, fall asleep holding each other. I guess for now, for me, it’s not meant to be. It just makes me a little sad.’ You signed your initials at the bottom of your entry, closed the journal and set it on your nightstand before laying down and going to sleep.  

The next day was back to being like any other. You woke up to your alarm, went for a jog, took a shower, had breakfast and went to work. You worked all day, over your time as usual, and then went home. You made something for dinner which either meant you put something small together or accidentally made a feast. It was hard cooking for one.

You watched a few episodes of a show you’d gotten invested in, then it was time to shower and go to bed to do it all again tomorrow. You crawled into bed and grabbed your new journal to write about any small triumphs or losses during your day. You opened it and you were about to flip to the second page when you noticed writing at the bottom of yesterday's entry that wasn’t yours. 

‘Not sure who wrote the first entry. It’s strange that it was their twenty-first birthday today too. That evening does sound like a nice way to end your birthday though. I wouldn’t mind ending my birthday like that too. I’m sorry they had to be sad at all on their special day. I hope they find someone kind to fall in love with so they can have a birthday like that next year. In fact, I’m going to use my birthday wish for them and wish that very thing. Whoever you are, wherever you are. Happy Birthday.’ H.H. You were so fucking confused. Had someone broken into your apartment? Why would they take nothing and write in your journal?  You turned to the next page and started writing. 

‘I think someone broke into my apartment! Maybe one of my friends? Nothing is missing but someone wrote an entry in my new journal. It was nice but extremely weird. Like I just don’t know why anyone would do that. Everything else about today was totally normal other than that. Maybe I should get some security cameras just to be safe. I should mention it to mom and dad but I don’t want to worry them. I’ll look into cameras tomorrow. Now I feel like the bed will seem bigger and lonelier tonight while I worry about who was in here. Hopefully I’m not gutted in my sleep.’ Your initials signed the entry and you closed the book.

Tuesday was a copy paste day which meant it was exactly like your Monday. You had checked into some cameras, at least for the door and the living room. You were so busy the rest of the day you had forgotten about your journal until you were climbing into bed again. You grabbed it and immediately turned to the second page. Just to see. Just to laugh at yourself for thinking someone broke in just to write a cryptic entry in your new journal. Just to laugh... but you weren’t laughing. There at the bottom of the second page, under your entry from yesterday was the same handwriting and while beautiful you were officially freaked out. 

‘Gutted in your sleep?! Jesus Christ! That’s fucking terrifying! I think I have a theory that I plan on checking tonight. If I’m right, I might scream and burn this thing! We’ll see I suppose.’ H.H. You turned to the next page. You wrote the date. 

‘I don’t know who the hell keeps-’ You stopped writing when words that were not yours started scribbling across the page out of nowhere. You dropped your pen, slammed the book closed and threw it. 

“What the fuck!?” You rubbed your eyes and looked at the journal on the floor across your room. You didn’t just see that. It was a trick of the light or a long day. Yea, it was a long day and you were just seeing things. You were certain when you went and grabbed that book and opened it that it was going to be a page with a date at the top and half a sentence.

You slowly walked over, knelt down, and picked up the journal, then went and sat back down on your bed. You closed your eyes and opened it. You slowly opened them and you were in disbelief. There on the page, in the same writing from the two days before... 

‘Do you see this?’ You did, but what were you seeing? More words started appearing. 

‘If you are seeing this, please, write back.’ You picked up your pen. 

‘I see it.’ You waited and then words started appearing again. 

‘Holy shit! Okay so do you need like help crossing?’ You scrunched up your face confused by what they were asking. 

‘What do you mean? Crossing what? Like a bridge?’ 

‘How can I help settle your spirit? Is there a message from beyond that you would like me to pass along to a loved one?’ Oh for fucks sake. They thought you were a ghost. 

‘I am not a ghost!’ 

‘Oh no you didn’t remember that you died! Were you gutted in your sleep?! Oh god I’m so sorry!’ You shook your head and scribbled. 

‘No no no. I’m just not dead. Not a ghost.’ There was a long pause before the next words appeared on the page. 

‘Are you sure? On a scale of 1-10 how certain are you?’ You pressed your fingers into your eyes taking a deep breath. Be understanding. It was a super crazy situation. 

‘I’m sure. 1,000. I’m very much so alive. You said your birthday was the other day too. Did you get a journal?” 

‘Yeah. Did you send it? What the hell is going on?!’ Whoever was writing seemed like they were starting to freak out a bit. You tried to calm them down. 

‘No I didn’t send it. I’m not sure what’s going on. Let’s try and keep calm. My name is y/n, what’s yours?’ 

‘I’m Hyunjin. How are you so chill about this? This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me!’ You weren’t really sure why you weren’t freaking out yourself. 

‘I don’t know how to explain it but it doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be a scary or ominous thing. I don’t understand what’s happening or why but it kind of feels like we were meant to get these books. I don’t know I’m sure that sounds crazy.’ It definitely sounded crazy. You didn’t know this man at all why would you both get some magic book that allows you to write to each other? 

‘So what do we do?’ Why in the world was he asking you? You had no idea. 

‘I don’t know. I guess only one of us should use it. Since you used your birthday wish for me you take it.’ 

‘Well wait now. Wishing you well and me keeping some magic journal isn’t exactly a fair trade’ 

‘Really Hyunjin it’s okay. Besides it’s only a magic book if we both write in it. Enjoy and happy birthday.’ You signed your name, a small heart, then closed the book and put it away on your bookshelf. You grabbed another journal and made an entry in it about the magic journal and Hyunjin and then you went to bed.  

For the first few days after, you found yourself looking over at the bookshelf wondering if Hyunjin was using it, tempted to look inside, but you had told him he could use it and that would be invading his privacy, his innermost thoughts and you couldn’t do that. So you left it. About a month after your birthday a guy accidentally bumped into you coming out of the café, making you spill your coffee. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You looked at the, luckily, iced coffee down the front of you and sighed. 

“It’s okay it happens.” You went to walk off and get clothes that were not saturated in bean water when he hurried to stop you. 

“Wait uh... I feel terrible really. Let me make it up to you!” You started shaking your head. 

“No really it’s not nec-” He put his hands together. 

“Please, let me do something... uh... let me take you to dinner?” You stopped surprised. You figured he’d ask to replace the coffee and you were prepared to say no again but he asked about dinner. 

“Dinner?” He nodded, smiling. 

“Yes! Please! Let me take you to dinner to make up for being such an absolute klutz.” Wow. He was really cute and he seemed nice. Hyunjin had used his birthday wish for you, maybe the universe was putting it into play. 

“Okay, dinner.” He smiled ear to ear and gave you his phone number so that you could make the arrangements, after you got out of your wet coffee-stained clothes that is. The cute klutz's name was Ian and the dinner to make up for exploding your coffee on you ended up being the first of many. Weeks, months went by and lots of other firsts came and went. First kiss, first time sleeping together, first Christmas as a couple.  

Things started out perfect and you were so happy. Then over a period of time, you started to see another side of Ian. It started with him getting irritable and he’d do little controlling things. They were always so subtle and the way he would suggest something questionable he always made it seem like it should be so reasonable.

You put up with a lot for quite a while but after five months of it, when Ian asked you to move in and you said no, that was the last straw. You’d been at dinner and he’d quietly accepted the no while in the restaurant but once dinner was over and you were in the car, he lost it. He was yelling as he drove recklessly through the streets, narrowly missing a few cars and running multiple red lights.

You were scared he would crash you into someone on purpose out of sheer anger. Somehow you made it to your apartment without wrecking. When he came to a screeching halt out front you immediately got out of the car and bent down looking in mad. 

“It’s over Ian. We’re done!” You slammed the car door shut and he started to get out of his car. 

“Wait... baby!” The babies were starting and you weren’t waiting. After that car ride and the things he said, you were done. You went inside your apartment and you heard him speed off, his tires chirping. His texts and calls started right after and you just turned your phone off. He’d give up eventually. You laid out on your bed and cried, angry with yourself for letting him fool you, angry for fooling yourself.  

Deep down you felt it. It wasn’t right, he wasn’t ever going to be the one no matter what you had tolerated. You knew you did what was best but you still felt the void it left too. For the first time in six months, you went over to your bookshelf that you kept the journal on and grabbed it.

You walked back over to your bed and sat down with your legs crossed and the book in your hands. You sat there looking at it for a good while. You just needed to pour your heart out and you could do that in any one of your journals but you wanted to do it in this one. You flipped to the first blank page you found and started writing. 

‘I didn’t read any of your entries I promise. I just had to...I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought your wish had come true. I met a guy and I thought the wish really came true, but it ended up being a horrible mistake. I think about you all the time. I don’t know why when we only wrote each other the one time and I know this might be strange to say but I miss you.’ You signed your name and a heart and closed the journal putting it on your nightstand, then went to sleep.

The next morning you woke up and your eyes were immediately on the journal when they opened. You sat up and grabbed it but hesitated to open it. What if he didn’t write back? What if he was mad that you wrote in it again when you said you wouldn’t? What if he thought it was weird that you said you missed him? How can you miss a guy you don’t even know?

You took a deep breath and opened the book to the last page you had written on. There underneath your entry was Hyunjin’s beautiful handwriting and you could feel a weight lifting off your chest.  

‘He didn’t hurt you did he?! I’m so sorry it didn’t come true. If I’m being honest, I miss you too and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head when I don’t even know you. Go to the page after our last conversation and start reading the entries.’ H.H. He wanted you to read his journal entries? You were confused. You went to the page he told you and started reading. 

‘It’s been a few days. I’ve opened the book here and there to see if maybe you had written something. I don’t know, I feel like if I'm not using it for its intended purpose then I shouldn’t use it and its purpose was for me to write you. I don’t know why. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are and I hope one day you open your book and see this. Until then I’ll write to you.’ You turned the page and there was the next entry.

Hyunjin telling you about his day, and then questions about things he wished he knew about you with space left beneath for your answers. He would tell you his answers as well, his likes and dislikes. You went through, day after day, it was all always written to you.

Poems he’d read, work he’d finished, random silly things about his days that usually made you laugh and then questions. You read every page, answered every question and by the time you got to where you had written again you felt like you had known Hyunjin your whole life. You looked at the last words Hyunjin had written on the page.  

‘I think we should meet.’ Your heart skipped a beat and you started to panic. Meet?! It seemed so sudden, so fast. You had only just ended things with Ian but something was drawing you and Hyunjin to each other and not just the journals. You decided there was no use fighting it. 

‘When? Where?’ Hyunjin told you to meet him Sunday at eleven at the café by the park. You would get coffee, go for a walk, and talk. 

‘How will I know it’s you?’ Hyunjin thought for a minute. 

‘I’ll wear my hair pulled back.’ Sunday was only a day away. You panicked most of Saturday and rifled through your whole closet deciding what to wear. You decided on nice but casual, you picked a wide necked oversized sweater and a tank top with some jeans and tennis shoes.

Sunday you were walking up to the café when you saw a guy sitting at an outdoor table reading a book. He was hands down the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on. Two beauty marks adorned his face, one on his cheek, the other under an eye, he had lips that looked pillowy soft, and long blonde hair pulled back. There was no way that was Hyunjin, but what were the chances of two guys with long hair pulled back showing up at the café at the same time. You slowly walked up ready to make an ass out of yourself when you realized it wasn’t him. 

“Uh... Hyunjin?” The man looked up from his book and his eyes locked on you. His mouth was slightly opened and he didn’t say anything at first. You just stood there, you didn’t know if it was him or not. Finally the man shook his head and smiled at you. 

“Yes! Sorry! Yes, I'm Hyunjin. You must be y/n.” He stood and leaned in to hug you as you put out your hand, then you leaned in to hug him and he stuck his hand out. You both laughed and leaned in for a little hug then you joined him at the table he’d been sitting at. 

“What would you like? I’ll go order it for you.” You gave Hyunjin your order and he went inside to get your coffee. You pinched yourself as you sat there waiting to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The man that penned at least a hundred and fifty-three pages, written to you, was not only intelligent and kindhearted he was also insanely gorgeous.

It only took Hyunjin a couple minutes to get your coffee. When he came back he sat across from you and set your drink down. You had a little small talk as you sat there and you were nervous. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you were.  

“Do you want to go on a walk in the park?” You weren’t sure if he was picking up on your energy but a walk sounded perfect. 

“I’d like that.” Hyunjin put his book in his messenger bag and hung it around himself. You both grabbed your coffees and took the path that led to the flower garden in the park. As you walked around you were able to calm down a little and it was easier to talk as you both admired the flowers.

You got quiet when, part of the way through, Hyunjin’s fingers wove through yours and he held your hand as you continued to walk along the path. After a minute he stopped and faced you. God he was beautiful and with the flowers and the perfect weather he looked ethereal. 

“y/n I want to say something but I don’t want to freak you out.” You nodded. 

“Okay, just so you know if you’re trying to not freak me out, saying that is not a great start.” Hyunjin laughed nervously. 

“I suppose not.” You grabbed his other hand and squeezed them both gently. 

“Go ahead Hyunjin, I’m just teasing. It’s okay.” He took a deep breath. 

“I... I think we might be soulmates.” You wanted to act shocked. You wanted it to be a startling hypothesis, but it wasn’t. In fact, as soon as he said it you felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner but not everyone has a soulmate. 

“Oh my god! Of course!” He breathed a sigh of relief hearing you agree. He was worried you might not believe him, that you might reject him. He also didn’t want you to think that just because you were soulmates you had to rush anything. There was still so much to learn about each other.

You both were so caught up in the moment you didn’t notice the grey clouds making their way in. Then suddenly the sky opened up and it started to pour down rain. Hyunjin gripped your hand tighter and ran for the closest building with an awning. You were both soaked laughing, you looked up at him and saw stray wet hairs stuck to his face. You pushed them back, your fingers tracing his skin and your eyes watched as his tongue darted across his pouty lips.  

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him under that awning in the rain. Then Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back. It was like fireworks were going off. It was so different than your first kiss with Ian. That first kiss with Ian was when you knew it wasn’t right that he wasn’t the one, but your first kiss with Hyunjin? Felt like coming home. 

On your and Hyunjin’s twenty second birthday you spent your shared day with both your families and friends. When the day was over and everyone had left, you laid in bed together, laughing as Hyunjin dramatically recalled how he reacted to the entry you had written about hoping to not be gutted. You laid your head on his chest and as your laughter died down you could hear his heart thumping. Without a word you sat up and climbed on top of Hyunjin straddling his waist, then leaned over and kissed him. Your lips parted from his only enough to speak. 

“Happy birthday Hyunjinnie.” You kissed him again and he held your face as he deepened it. He pulled away breathless. 

“Happy birthday baby.” He kissed you again and started running his hands down your body. They traveled under your night shirt and he gripped your soft breasts as his tongue explored your mouth. You sat up quickly pulling the shirt off over your head and then leaned back down and claimed Hyunjin’s lips again.

You started pulling his shirt up and your lips left his long enough to pull it off. You were grinding your hips into Hyunjin’s, hands gripping each other, teeth biting, tongues tasting. Hyunjin sat up wrapping his arms around you and then suddenly you were on your back under him. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off as he reached into your panties and started teasing your clit with two fingers. 

“So wet for me already?” You pushed at him. 

“Hyunjinahh! Don’t tease!” He smiled before kissing down your neck and shoulder, the two fingers still gently rubbing your arousal over the sensitive nerves. 

“No teasing tonight baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He kissed down your chest and started sucking on your breasts. You wove your fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked at your nipples. You moaned when the two fingers he had been rubbing you with slid inside you.

Hyunjin made his way down your body as he fingered you and when his face hovered over your clothed core you thought you might lose your mind at the sight of him. He pulled your panties to the side and when he started to eat you out you gripped his hair again, tighter. 

“Jinnie! God yes! Right there!” Hyunjin pumped his fingers into you and licked your clit before kissing it. 

“Right there jagiya?” He started sucking on your clit and you aggressively shook your head. 

“YES! FUCK YES!” Hyunjin took his time. He’d mapped your body out countless times now and he knew how to drive you to the brink of madness from pleasure alone and he was going to do just that. His fingers worked inside you brushing against your g spot as he continued to lick and suck on your clit you could feel the building climax inside you. 

“Please... please... please...” You plead with Hyunjin needing the release you were desperately close to. His pillowy soft lips latched around your clit again and when he hummed against you, you went plummeting into your orgasm. 

“Hyu-Hyun-Hyunjinnie! Oh my god! Yesyesyes!” Your hips tried to grind up against his face but his strong hands held you down as he continued to guide you through your climax. He gently took long slow licks up your glistening cunt as you started twitching from the overstimulation.

He gave your pussy one last soft kiss and then climbed back up towards your face, your lips. His pressed against yours, so plush, as the fog in your head started to lift. You started sitting up prompting Hyunjin to as well, although he wouldn’t stop kissing you. He loved the way you tasted. Your skin, your lips, your cunt, he could never get enough.

You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his legs spread. Your lips only left his to leave a wet trail of kisses down Hyunjin’s neck and chest. His fingers threaded through your hair as you made your way down his body. When your lips hovered over his throbbing cock you looked up at him, licking your lips. He couldn’t help the shuddering breath he took at the sight of you between his legs. He gently traced his fingers down your face, biting his lip. 

“Please baby... suck on it.” You nodded smiling and put the tip in your mouth, running your tongue around it and sucking like Hyunjin had asked of you. He moaned and pulled your hair up into a ponytail with his hands so he could see as you started to work your way further down his shaft. When you gagged on him, you pulled off stroking him, looking into his eyes, watching them glint from the pleasure you were giving him. 

“I want you to cum in my mouth Jinnie.” His jaw dropped surprised to hear you say that. He’d never done that before. 

“I... are you sure?” You licked your lips looking at him and nodded. Hyunjin nodded back and you started sucking his dick again. You bobbed up and down, using your spit to stroke what you couldn’t fit. His tip kept pressing against the back of your throat and Hyunjin thought he would lose his mind it felt so good. His breath came faster as his stomach sucked in and out. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You hummed giving your permission again to cum in your mouth and the vibrations from your lips pushed him over the edge. He whimpered and his body stiffened, as well as his grip on your hair as he started to spill into your mouth. 

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Jagiya mmmm!” His head thumped back against the headboard as you drank down every drop of his cum. You licked the tip one last time and looked up at his fucked-out face, head tilted back. He took another deep breath and looked down at you again.

When he saw that sweet face of yours, his heart melted. He was yours. Always. He loved you so much. He pulled you to sit in his lap and he held your face as he kissed you. You sat there like that for who knew how long. Arms wrapped around each other, slowly, softly kissing.

After making out a while, you slid your panties off, leaned forward and gripped Hyunjin’s cock, pushing it inside you. You both held on to the other, moaning as he filled you. You slowly started working your hips against his as you looked into each other’s eyes. It was so intimate, so sensual. 

“I love you Hyunjin.” He kissed you and every time he kissed you it felt just like the first, fireworks. He pressed his forehead to yours as you continued riding him. 

“I love you too y/n, I love you so much...” He held you as your bodies pressed and rubbed together, sweaty, hot. You made love like that for what felt like forever, for what felt like would never be long enough. You both were holding the others face, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on their love, their forever, as you came together.

Tears streaked your face as your trembled through your climax, Hyunjin’s warm cum filling you. He wiped your tears and hugged you closely. You rested your head on his shoulder as Hyunjin softened inside you, both of you basking in the warmth of the other. When heartbeats and breathing returned to normal you curled up together in bed. Hyunjin’s birthday wish for you had come true after all, in ways he never had imagined. 

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[madlittlecriminal]

Hiya! It was my 21st on the 17th! Could I get a birthday request with any of the following characters?

Spencer Reid Miguel O'Hara Eggsy Jonathan Crane Hobie Brown.

As always Im a sucker for confession stories and major fluffiness haha

GN!Reader's Birthday [blurbs]

omg happy belated birthday love! i hope your birthday was amazing! i did all of them because i love them all and i couldn't decide.

Warnings: age gap, fluff, mentions of alcohol

note: hi. if you're new, welcome! i typically write my characters soft. any character here that you feel is out of character is because im a firm believer that they are soft strictly for their s/o no matter how grumpy or evil they are.

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Spencer Reid (established relationship):

With a memory like his, your birthday would always end up in you being spoiled with your favorite things. This year was different since you both were dating, and he wanted to make it extra special for you. Not only did he get you your favorite cake flavor, but he also took the whole week off of work for you, wanting to make it extra special for you. He cooked a dinner for you...but the recipe was wrong, so the food was a bit saltier than anything else, so you both just ordered take out instead and watched your favorite movie on the couch and cuddling.

Miguel O'Hara (friends to lovers/confession):

You were one of the few people he liked, so when Jess mentioned it was your birthday, he mumbled a soft "mierda" (shit) before rushing out of his office and heading to a nearby panadería (bakery) and bought a cake, asking the man behind the counter to write your name on it and rushing back to the Society building. Funny enough, your name was now smeared all over the cake, making you laugh when you saw it. You would thank him, and he'd smile. To you, that was the best birthday gift you could ask for...right? Well, it would've been if Miguel didn't end up turning into a major softy and confessed his love for you.

Eggsy (established relationship):

He would invite you to a pub to celebrate with a few drinks after taking you out to dinner. Naturally, he would tell the waiter that it was your birthday, so the other waiters and waitresses would come out with a dessert and sing the happy birthday song. You were in between wanting to hate him or wanting to love him since he got you a free dessert but made a big deal out of it. At the pub, he'd buy your favorite drink (alcohol-free or not) and would simply just talk to you about his job that you knew had nothing to do with tailoring suits. The night would eventually end with him giving you a ride home and kissing you goodnight.

Jonathan Crane (friends to lovers/confession):

This man was something else. He wasn't sure what to do for your birthday and he was stressed. The one time when you both became best friends, he gifted you the knowledge of knowing he was Scarecrow...but that was two years ago. He was losing his mind on what to do, so he kept it simple and invited you to his place for a movie. He tried baking a cake, he really did, but this man was a whiz in the kitchen of a lab, not of a home. He gave you a shy smile when he showed you the burnt cake and you thanked him for at least trying. Instead, he lit a pumpkin shaped candle and told you to make a wish; he decorates early for Halloween, don't judge him. The night ends with you cuddled up against him after he told you he loved you more than a friend.

Hobie Brown (established relationship):

To say that he confused you in the best way was an understatement. He told you birthdays weren't his thing, but it seemed like for you, he would do absolutely anything. He bought you cupcakes to celebrate and told you his gift would be different than every other year. It kind of saddened you since you loved going on protests with him, but alas, you waited for the gift. When he took out his electric guitar and played a song you didn't recognize with it. Once he was done, you tilted your head to the side, and he told you he wrote it for you as a gift for your birthday. You would then thank him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You both shared the cupcakes, but you drew a smiley face on his cheek with some icing, causing him to laugh and kiss you softly.

[princessbettina]

"You Deserve It, Lovey"- Harry Hook x Fem!Reader

Summary: Today is Harry's birthday and you want to make it one of the bestest and funnest days ever for your pirate boyfriend. (This is dedicated to Thomas himself as it is his birthday today-April 21st- I really wanted to write something special for him on his very special day because he means the world to me and I love him so much. I hope you all enjoy♡)

Warnings: None- fluffy to core! I Apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

"Wake up, my love! Rise and shine, handsome!" You squealed softly as you playfully shook your pirate boyfriend to awake from his slumber.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled instantly at the sight of you. He knew what today was, and thought it was incredibly heartwarming how excited you were to celebrate with him.

"Aww, I'm up, I'm up, beautiful. Can't the birthday boy get at least five more minutes of sleep?" Harry asked playfully as he chuckled softly. You continued to smile and giggle more at him. Shaking your head as Harry gently pulled you close to him, you laid down next to him as he burried his head in your chest while he planted soft kisses against your smooth and soft skin.

You giggled while blushing as you always enjoyed it when he gave you kisses any where on your body. "It's adorable that the birthday boy wants to sleep more, but you may miss out on what the outside world has in store for you, lovey." You gently caressed his face as he blushed in your touch.

"You're too cute, my love. I love seeing you excited about my birthday". Harry chirped as he gently rested his hand atop of yours, "Don't worry, the day is still young and we'll have the best day ever together, I promise my bonnie lass."

Smiling and nodding your head, you gently kissed the tip of his nose before sitting up in the bed and scooting off the bed, standing up and glancing down at your pirate boyfriend as he still laid down comfy cozy in bed. "I will be making you a special birthday breakfast for you, your favorite lovey! I'll see you down there!" You winked at him as Harry fully sat up in bed with a bright smile on his face after you mentioned breakfast.

"You're the best, my love." Harry smirked at you before blowing you a kiss. You caught it and then waved at him as you then made your way out of the room and down to the kitchen to start cooking and making his birthday breakfast.

It was a little bit later when you had just finished baking everything when your pirate boyfriend greeted you. The both of you smiled brightly at each other when you saw him take a seat at the table near the kitchen. "Just in time. Your birthday breakfast awaits you my love." You winked at him as he smiled before sitting down fully.

You brought over two plates of food over to the table as you sat down at the table with him. "Here you are, lovey! Your favorite breakfast food for your special day. I hope you enjoy."

"Aww you made my favorite breakfast? Thank you so much, darling." Harry smiled as he quickly kissed your cheek before digging into his food, as did you with a bright smile and a tint of blush appeared on both of your faces.

The rest of the day was spent taking Harry around town and enjoying being outdoors and with each other's company. You two window shopped while walking hand in hand, stopped for an ice cold lemonade and a bakery treat of his choosing for Harry in your favorite local cafe, and even listened to live music from a sound stage of a band that happened to be playing out for the public as part of a local fair.

As you and Harry were continuing your walk together, you saw a beautiful flower bouquet in a flower store that looked perfect for your pirate boyfriend.

"I just remembered, I need to quickly buy something in here for a moment, my love. You're more than welcome to come in if you'd like." You smiled up at him as did he too.

Harry nodded in agreement and said he join you in the store as you two walked in hand in hand together, the strong scent of fresh flowers hitting your noses.

With in a few moments, you had found the perfect boquet set that you knew Harry would love. A bright red set of roses and tulips with a dash of yellow daisies and dandilons in the center of the bouquet.

You tried your best to hide the flowers until you bought them for him to not give away the surprise. Once you bought the beautiful flowers, Harry and you walked out of the store and joined hand in hand again.

Hiding the bouquet behind your back shortly before revealing them in front of yourself and to Harry. You gently reached out for his hand as he stopped in your path. "Happy birthday, Har-Bear. These are for you. I really hope you like them." You smiled up at him. His widened in awe as he gently took hold of the flowers,

"Aww thank you so much, beautiful. I love them. They are perfect, just like you." Harry winked at you, causing you to giggle and blush. He wrapped his arms around you for a hug which made your heart flutter.

"I am over the moon happy you like them, my love." You kissed his cheek as he blushed at your touch. Harry held your hand again and you two continued the birthday adventure and surprises for him.

"Let's continue your birthday surprises, Har-bear, shall we?" You playfully asked him as he chuckled and nodded his head,

"We shall, darling. I can't wait." Harry winked at you once more as you two continued to walk together.

The festivites rolled on when you took Harry to the Color Factory, an interactive exbhibt in museum form where anyone is free to play and take photos. You knew Harry would like it.

And he did. He loved it from the very moment you two walked hand in hand through the entrance and got to walk through all the different colorful rooms that contained different activites from the other.

When the both of you walked into another room, Harry stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes from excitment when he saw the huge ballpit with a minuture slide that connected in the corner.

"No way this is real, lass?" A bright smile appeared on his face as Harry glanced over at you and then back on the ballpit. You nodded your head and smiled brightly too,

"Yes way! Go on and enjoy it. Happy birthday, my love."

"Ugh I love you, lass!" Said Harry before quickly diving into the ballpit and gently dragging you alongside with him into the pit. You squealed and laughed as soon as you came back up.

"I'm beyond happy you like it here, Har-bear." You winked at Harry as his pearly smile grew. "This place is incredible, love. I have never been anywhere like it before." He stated as he moved in closer to you, reaching to hold both of your hands as you looked up at him with a blushy smile,

"It's more incredible that I get to be here with you today. You're the incredible one, darling." Said Harry as he slowly started to lean towards you as you kept on blushing and smiling as your heart fluttered in your chest.

"You desereve it, lovey." You softly replied before Harry's lips met atop of yours. You both closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying this romantic bliss.

Harry's hands gently rested on top of your shoulders and cheeks as the kiss deepend for a few more seconds. Your hands were wrapped around his neck as your fingers gently ran through his hair, before pulling away from your lips.

Seconds later, you quickly bent down to gently splash a few of the balls onto Harry as if it were like water at the beach, giggling and squealing softly as he started to splash you too. "Hey lass, are my kisses like candy to you or something? You almost always act like that after I do, and I find it adorable." Asked Harry as he raised his eyebrow while giggling softly.

You flushed after hearing his question. Nodding your head in agreement with Harry, "Yes, yours definitely taste like candy. My favorite candy are your kisses if you can believe that." You said, giggling and blushing more.

"Aww, well then what are you waiting for? Here comes your free all you can eat candy, darling!" Harry chirped before lunging at you as he saw you were playfully trying to run away from him out of the ballpit.

Doing that was one of your favorite things as it always sent an adrenline rush to both you. You squealed again when Harry caught you, sending you both back down into the deep dark underwater like ways of the pit, as you both laughed when returning back up to the surface.

Before you two left the musuem, You saw there was an ice cream shop close to the exit. You knew just how much Harry loves his ice cream. You'd be a fool to not have him have one of his favorite treats on his special day.

"Here we are! For you. Happy birthday, cutie pie." You said as you handed him the ice cream sundae that you and him shared together.

Harry's smile was child-like which was absolutely adorable to you. He held the ice cream treat in his hands while giving you a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you so much, deary!" Said Harry as he winked down and smiled at you once more before you two ate the yummy treat together.

As day turned into night, the last stop on your birthday surprises for your handsome pirate king, you had arrived at the beach and it was right down the street from your apartment.

You and Harry walked hand in hand as you both were slowly reaching your surprise spot on the beach. Before you got there, you stopped walking as did Harry, looking down at you while raising his eyebrow. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked softly.

"Yes, everything is perfect. Can you please close your eyes for me, love? I would cover them myself but I'm clearly a tad bit shorter than you and I wouldn't want to make the rest of the walk a challenge for you." You giggled nervously, rubbing the back side of your neck, hoping Harry would find what you said cute.

"You're adorable, darling. I knew what you meant and of course, anything my sea princess." Wink Harry before he chuckled while closing his eyes.

You of course giggled as the blush reappeared on your face again as you then took hold of his hand and led him to the spot along the beach just for the two of you.

When you had arrived at the beach spot, you stopped walking and helped Harry stop walking as well while giggling for a moment. "Here we are. You may now open your eyes, Har-Bear." You announced while glancing at him, awaiting to see his reaction. Love and admiration filling your eyes.

The moment Harry opened his eyes and saw what was in front of him, a big bright smile was painted atop of his lips.

His bright blue ocean like eyes beamed with delight as they looked into your eyes with such happiness and love. Without warning, Harry pulled you close to him in his arms as he hugged you and kissed your check. You hugged him back. Your heart couldn't stop fluttering from happiness.

"I present to you a beautiful decorated, yummy, and romantic candlelit beach side picnic for you of your favorite foods. Happy birthday, lovey!" You said with a bright smile as you looked up at Harry and motioned to the picnic.

Harry was in awe,"Thank you darling. You pulled out all the lovely stops for me, haven't you, lass?" He asked you softly, you still gently wrapped around his arms. His voice purring like a kitten.

You nodded your head, booping his nose. "You better believe I did, lovey. I know you didn't get to celebrate it much growing up and now you do and I wanted to make this one just as special because I love you so so much."

"How did get so blessed to be with an angel like you, my love? Thank you so much, beautiful. It means the world to me that you did all this for me today. I love you so much." Said Harry, planting a kiss a top of your hair while hugging you some more, causing you to just smile as your face burried beneath his chest for a moment or two.

"I'll do anything to see my handsome king be and feel happy anyday. Now, are you ready for some yummy food, my love?" You winked at him with a smirk on your face before you two laughed softly and proceeded to walk and sit down next to the candlelit picnic setting spread out on the patch of sand on the ground.

You two were in for a treat... literally

As you and Harry had finished eating all of the yummy and scrumptious foods at your picnic, you knew what it was time for now and it made your heart beam with excitement even more just thinking about it.

When Harry wasn't looking, that is when you quickly turned to the side and grabbed hold of a bag that you had placed with along with the picnic setup. You gently put the bag in front of you, smiling over at Harry, hopping he'd notice your excitement.

That is exactly what happened. "Okay my love, here is your present. I really think you're going to like it." You chirped with a bright smile. Harry also had a bright smile on his face too, before playfully smirking at you.

"Aww my love, what did you get me when you've already given me the best day ever today?" Harry asked in a playful manner, causing your heart to beam from all the cuteness coming from him.

"Aww well you'll have to open it up for yourself to see, cutie pie." You quickly replied, sending him a wink as he giggled and then began to open the bag. You watched with excitment.

Seconds later as Harry saw what his gift was, his eyes widened and his mouth fell agape as he looked up at you. You knew he'd love and be so thrilled for what you got him. A big smile grew on your face as you watched his reaction.

"My love! You got me my dream guitar? The one that we saw in the store together a few months ago? This is beyond incredible. Thank you so much, my beautiful lass." Harry beamed with excitment as he admired the guitar in his hands for a moment before putting it down and leaned towards you, hovering over just a bit as he began to shower you with kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle and blush.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, lass. This day and being here with you is truly the best birthday and best present I could've ever ask for. I love you the most!" Said Harry in between the kisses and your skin.

"Anything for you, Har-Bear. I knew how much you'd been wanting it. Happy birthday, my love. You deserve it." You replied as you kissed his cheek as he blushed.

Harry then smiled down at you as you were starting to get lost in his beautiful ocean eyes. You giggled for a moment while raising an eyebrow up at him playfully.

"What's up, lovey?"

"Is it too late for a birthday kiss, darling?" Harry chuckled before blushing himself again. You couldn't help but giggle. You nodded your head and began to aim for his lips,

"Of course! Anything for the birthday boy." You winked at him before closing the gap on his lips with yours gently on top of his, entering another moment of romantic bliss.

- The End

Happiest birthday wishes go out to the loml Thomas again!!! I really hope he has a great birthday today and day in general. I love him to infinity. He deserves all the love and positivity in the world. I hope you all enjoyed the read and I will see you in the next one <3

[con-clavi-con-jae]

The awaited Polyvessels winter solstice celebration fic no one wanted.

This ended up just being me throwing every thought I've had recently about them into a fic, but I see nothing wrong with that. It's kinda inspired by a post @ghxstly-death made.

Warnings? Kinda? Basically there's like a small bit where Ves and III get caught doing some not holy activities but it's literally just two not at all explicit lines, idk. (Also III is trans bc I can)

21st of December, 4:30 in the morning.

Vessel was already up, which isn't surprising for him. Except this time, it wasn't for any kind of nightmare or suffering. He was excited, extatic even, to start the celebration. Today was the first day of winter. Tonight would be the longest night of the year, the one night where Sleep is at Her highest power, and can reach out to them the most.

Vessel ran down to the living room with the candle he'd made for Sleep, and sat down on the couch, thinking up his first offering. It had to be something special, since it was the most important day of the year. He felt Her hands on his shoulders, whispering to him about how grateful She was to have such devoted followers. With a wide grin under his mask, Vessel looked out the window. It's still snowing, a perfect day to rest, give out offerings, and show how grateful they were to their Lady of Dreams for the year that had passed.

Vessel lit the candle and looked intently at the flame, taking deep breaths. Then, he started the prayer. It was quiet, he always preferred to pray in silence when he was alone. He then set everything up for his offerings of the day, and took a short nap on the couch.

A few hours later, II woke up and went down to the living room, waking Vessel up with a kiss and blowing the candle out, "Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well?" He sat down next to his partner, petting his hair as he wakes up, "I hope She didn't keep you up too long."

Vessel sat up, holding II close to his body and feeling the warmth of his partner's body, it was all he wanted to concentrate in, but he had his duties, and II had theirs. It's not fair to keep them occupied... but II's hair was soft and smelled good, Vessel just wanted to keep his face buried in it and forget about all his troubles. Still, Sleep needed his devotion, he loved serving Her, and he would do so as needed. Vessel kissed II's lips quickly and went to the altar room, mixing up the dried herbs for their first ritual of the day.

II, meanwhile, decided to cook up a nice, elaborate breakfast for his boys, as well as the first offering of the day. The presence of Sleep could be felt, everywhere. As II started up the cooking, he lit the candle he kept in the kitchen and thanked Her for everything She did for all of them. IV and Vessel had gone to buy some groceries that week, so II had a wide array of ingredients for his cooking, another thing they were grateful of. They decided to make some French toast, orange juice and scrambled eggs, something special for this special occasion. As he tossed the ingredients on the pan, making quick work of it all, they murmured intentions and incantations only loud enough for Sleep to hear them, expressing gratefulness and asking for a safe winter.

As the rest woke up, III made his way to the altar room, and IV to the kitchen.

III walked up behind Vessel, his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders taking the man out of his work. As Vessel turned around, he was entranced by the way the candles lit all around the room made III's dark skin look as golden as the small lip ring he wore, his now short red hair tied up in a bun. III was always so enticing, Vessel could gaze at him for hours and never get tired. "You're staring again, love," the taller man giggled, resting his chin on Vessel's shoulder, "what are you doing anyway?"

"Just making some incense... they're drying, actually," Vessel responded in a calm manner, trying to focus on the offering. They were six small cones and four bigger ones, and contained orange peel, cinnamon, cloves, ginger and sandalwood, among other things. "When they're dry after breakfast, we can light one."

The sparkle in Vessel's eyes when he worked on his offerings always filled III's heart with love, just needing to get it out by kissing all over his boyfriend's mask and holding him tight.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, IV tiredly made his way in and dropped his head onto II's shoulder, groaning at the amount of light and all the noise outside.

"Good morning, Ivy. Slept well?" II asked softly, getting another groan he assumed was a yes from IV, "good. Wanna help me set the table?" IV shook his head no at II's question, burying his face into his partner's neck. "Alright then. Call the boys, will you?"

IV sighed, kissing his way down II's neck, humming tiredly as II set the table, still unable to speak and not wanting to let go of his love.

"Ivy, go look for Vessel and III, and maybe I'll make you some coffee, okay?" II asked, sweet but stern, and IV finally let go of him to go look for the others.

IV made his way up to the altar room, slamming the door open and finding a rather enticing view. III sat on Vessel's desk, his thigh over the other man's shoulder as he kneeled on the floor. "Ahem, guys, II wants you to go down, but not in that way..." IV teased, blushing and looking away with a playful smile.

When they noticed their boyfriend standing at the doorway, Vessel and III pulled away and got themselves fixed up, walking out the door looking at the floor in attempt to avoid IV's eyes.

In the kitchen, II had set up a table full of all the things he knew his boys loved, a red candle in the middle lighting up the room.

"You really didn't have to, II... you're so sweet, come here~" III grabbed the shorter vessel by the hand and kissed him in between soft laughs, meanwhile Vessel sat down and started the prayer.

"Our sweet Lady of Dreams, bless us in this cold day, as the dark nights start and Your power reaches farther than ever, we thank You for Your protection, and hope You can get us through the darkness." Vessel recited, his voice full of hope and devotion as he held on to the others' hands.

"And the night comes down like heaven," the rest responded, before excitedly digging into their food while they chatted about their plans for the day.

"So, what's everyone thankful for this year?" II started, taking a long sip of the juice in his glass, "I, for one, am grateful for getting nominated four times for drummer of the year."

"Self-centered much?" III teased, kicking him lightly under the table and getting into a little war with II, stepping and kicking at each other's feet, "well I am grateful for how the band's been growing. All of us."

Vessel and IV shared a look, rolling their eyes at their partners' childish antics. "I'm just happy that we get to spend the solstice together at home, at the very least. With all the tours, it's a miracle we even get alone time anymore." IV sighed contently as he ate his sweet food, the strong taste of cinnamon weirdly reminiscent of all the years they've done this together. "What about you, Ves?"

Vessel froze. What is he thankful for? What did he do this year that the others hadn't mentioned? The band was his only big accomplishment, and he didn't know what exactly could count as his anyway. He spoke up quieter than the rest, "I'm just glad to have you guys... I'm not... entirely sure if I've done anything worth it besides writing and all..." his hand grabbed the fork tightly, stabbing at the eggs on his plate absentmindedly. Then, he felt III and IV grab his hands, and II shot him a worrying look.

"Love, you've done so much more than that... you're just such a beautiful human, I wish you could see that." II's voice was stern yet dripping with love, their eyes looking into Vessel's as the others held him. Vessel heard Sleep's encouraging whispers all around him, and it all combined made him smile as he thought back on his year again.

"I'm grateful that I have you and our fans to support me through my healing. It's been a hard year, and I couldn't have done it without you." Vessel finally got slightly louder, his voice more secure and his posture straighter. They were all happy for this, seeing Vessel get better, all of them getting better, it was all they could ever ask for.

Rituals went by, the morning was peaceful, and in the evening, they all sat in the living room together. Incense brunt as IV sat next to the coffee table, stabbing cloves into slices of dried orange to make them look like little suns and tying thread around it. He wore a hoodie that was probably stolen from Vessel, as it was tight around the chest but reached around his mid-thigh, and was bundled up in a cozy blanket he shared with II. The shorter Vessel, in turn, sat on the couch right behind him and wrote down all his intentions for the next year. Their hair was tied and they had his tongue out, a soft sight that made all the boys instantly warm inside.

Meanwhile, III and Vessel sat on the couch together. Vessel strummed on his guitar and III hummed some of their older songs, memories of the beginning of the band flooding his mind and making him nostalgic. He'd been having thoughts about his life, what he wanted to do with it, and the future of his relationship with his partners, and it just all came out of him without a warning. "Do you guys think we should get a child?" He suddenly spoke up, not knowing where that comment had come from.

"And how exactly would we procure this child?" Vessel softly asked, not fully against the idea but not sure if he'd do a good job at caring for a kid, "we practically don't exist, so we can't adopt, and you're the only one with the right 'equipment' for it..." IV laughed loudly at the comment as he stood up to hang the decorations he'd made.

"Well I, for one, think that's a beautiful idea if you'd be all up for it." II mused as he passed III the notepad with his intentions, "you could write that for next year, if we all agree?" They looked at IV, who nodded excitedly, and then back at Vessel.

After a bit of thinking, Vessel agreed. "If that's the will of our Lady, then I don't see how it's a bad idea." He assured calmly as he watched III write it down with his messy handwriting.

The notepad got passed around, stories from their past dreams were shared, and it all was shaping up to be a beautiful celebration.

"Wait but what does it mean to dream that some guy I never met dies to save me?" IV groaned as he laid on the floor, his dark hair splayed out, "like, do I just... feel helpless perhaps?"

Vessel wrote all that down on IV's dream journal, thinking about all the possible meanings that could have, "that's a good one. Or maybe you sacrifice parts of yourself for others?" He wondered while his hand stayed buried in III's curly hair, all three of them relaxing when II came in with cups of hot chocolate. "Thanks, honey... sit here, please?"

II rolled his eyes, laying on Vessel's lap as the four of them kept chatting and finishing up their dream journals for tonight's most special ritual.

II finished first, as usual, so he went outside to the garden to start up the fire to cook the food. They'd made sure to get the highest quality ingredients for tonight, since his cooking was an offering, and this night, Sleep deserved the best of the best. The fire rose and II cooked up a nice stew for himself and his lovers, to keep them warm during the cold winter night.

When Vessel finished, he got out to sit by II, wrapped up in a blanket, his head on his partner's shoulder as he hummed softly, letting the fire and II's soft touch warm him up.

"You look tired, love. You sure you wanna stay up tonight?" II whispered lovingly as he pet Vessel's hair. The taller man nodded, quiet and probably asleep by now. II laughed at this and covered his love in the blanket as he kept checking the stew. It'd be done in one more hour.

Meanwhile inside, III and IV laid together on the couch, a quiet conversation going on between them before IV broke the comfortable silence. "I have a question, my flower... why did you ask that now? About the kid, I mean." III's eyes widened at this, but he looked away, uncomfortably avoiding the topic, so IV decided to explain himself first, "I promise I'm not mad, it's just... it's a weird time to ask that, y'know?"

III sighed, burying his face into IV's chest and kissing him softly, "I suppose this last tour just gave me a lot to think about, my life, our future together..." III blushed as he explained this, not really knowing how to.

IV cut him off with a kiss, caressing his hair lovingly, "well, I believe we'd make gorgeous kids, and you'd be a great parent. So we're good." III grinned widely, getting on top of IV and kissing all over his face. They were both just insanely happy to be back together, alone, after all this time.

Their sudden kiss assault was interrupted by II calling out to them, the food was ready. They both ran outside, holding their dream journals and putting on warm matching sweaters, which Vessel and II also had on. The boys were already sitting by the fire under a blanket, so III and IV joined them and grabbed their plates as Vessel started another prayer.

"Lady of Dreams, protector of the night, we offer You our thoughts and all that we are, and You save us from the dangers of this mortal realm. All we dream, it is for You, and all You give us is sacred." With that, Vessel collected all their journals, as well as the page with all their intentions for the year to come, and tossed it all into the fire.

"The night comes down like heaven," they all said together and sat back on the floor, wrapped in the warm blanket and feeling each other's bodies pressed against their own. It was a special night, and the thing they were all the most grateful for, is being together at last.

[solluve]

Domsetic Luxiem Headcanons!! ahshuaduw

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vox

CANT DO SHIT TBH like "oh he's a housewife" he's not. Like sure, hell clean and cook BUT HE ONLY DOES IT WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO he messes with u to Like

"oh can u clean the bedroom?"

"wdym.. my demonic aura cleansed everything already."

WE DIDNT MEAN SPIRITUALLY GO CLEAN IT When you force him to, he actually does a good job!! Like clothes are folded, floors are swept and there's a huge ass pile of clothes in ur closet!! MF GTE UR ASS OVER HERE HES HOT BUT HES NOT GETTING AWAY he also likes to meditate but like.. isolated. If you disturb him he's gonna make YOU sleep on the couch half joke he might tho He takes pride into his meditation, you would want peace and quiet too yk?! but if u guys have a pet, he'll let that mf disturb him any dayy why does a dog get special privileges UR THE ONE WHO PAYS 50% OF RENT he prob has those doobermans he probably also bribed the apartment facility to let him in I'm like 100% sure that dog is here illegally but he loves the dog and you do too! partly. he can't dance for the life of him however it's it's embarrassing HE COULD DO TRADITIONAL DANCING !! but don't hit him up with some 21st century shit he'll look like he's got it and then fall mid way. gotta get his old as the the hospital HIS BONES CRACKED.

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shu

ehe hes everything we wanted yall !! I'm joking. This mf DOESNT KNOW SLEEP like you'll be going to get a drink at 3am and then straight up see some demonic looking figure in the hall its just him trying to fix some shit HE BREAKS THINGS JUST SO HE CAN FIX THEM

"how did the...light break?"

"ion know but what I do know is that I can fix it!"

CATCH HIM ON THE SERCUIRTY CAMERAS hes useful tho in thay aspect!! your landlord ain't getting any money from damages. Dishwasher broke? Hes on it !! The TV isn't working as well? hes on it !! this is an ad for shu yamino services go support him He also does wack as shit at 3am Yk how I said he was fixing something at night while u were getting a drink? He was fixing A SPIDER. SPIDER he said "oh !!! I stepped on him so I wanted to help him!" HOW U GON FIX THAT HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW HE STEPPED ON IT You also caught him fixing Christmas tree during December. He laughed and said, "it wasn't bright enough!" a police visited yall 2 hrs later one of ur neighbors called the cops since it was way to bright. He had to make it up with cuddles xoxo, and pay the fine xoxoxo

______ mysta GET GIM AWAY MANS TO FERAL like literally can't do SHIT maid mysta maid mysta!! YOUR MYSTAKEN (do u get the joke) HE JUST RUINS EVERYTHING you just cleaned the floors!! why is FUCKING MUD STAINS ALREADY?!? Like he can't clean, CANTNFUCKING COOK (we all know this.) I DONT even want to elaborate on how bad he cooks. You Handel the cleaning, cooking, and what does he do? he def ain't sitting there pretty (ugly/j) instead, he opts to get the money and shit !! But like It's concerning Like last time I checked he had money to pay rent and all that but....he had to much money left. More than usual. Your guys Financials were good dwdw! BUT HOW HE GONNA HAVE THOUSANDS LEFT HES SELLING DRUGS/ the obvious explanation and that his freinds make him do crazy ass stunts and give him money/j "do a flip off that porch. 10$ mf." LMFAOO he's also just...insane. You'll wake up at 3am again to see him on the phone with elmo LMFAOOO THOSE APPS THAT SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF CHILDREN IT SCARES HIM TO you'll hear the most frightful voice just like "when do you want the money?! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" you have to hack in a delete that app for the mfer to sleep at night. He'll boast like "I'm not afraid of that shit it's all fake!" wait till u put a elmo plush on his bed ______

Luca YAHH HES SO EUSHWUS he's so cute omg but so messy. LIKE HE CAN CLEAN AFTER HIMSELF BUT HE HAS A HYPER MINDSET so it's like one thing after another, he can't slow down to clean. It's not that bad to clean after him, he doesn't make a bad bad mess. BUT HE DEF NEEDS TO LEARN TO TAKE A BREAK Nothing is shecduled either. It's just like, do this, then that, then this, the profit all of our belongings to sushang(ehe love her) But when he comes home from a long day.. omg Let me elaborate HE WAS CUDDLY ALWAYS BUT HES JUST extra extra cuddly he dosent want to do shit. he'll drag you from whoever you are and force you on the couch/bed and yall with just stay there Maybe for ever HE JUST FALLS ALSEEP SO EASILY like it's kinda concerning hyper energetic turing anemic at any possible moment he has he'll drag you along all the time for those moments He doesn't even speak he just mumbles and occasionally huffs out of relief he so cute omg but then THEN WHEN HES HYPER AGAIN HE WILL BODY SLAM YOU ONTO THE BED OR SOFA AGAIN CHILL THIS AINT THE WWE he doesn't know how strong he is omg.

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Ike FIANLLY THE MOST LIKE REASONABLE MAN OUT OF EVERYONE but he's like a neat freak also, Like....did u just leave a fucking go gurt on the table when you went to get ur phone? DIRTY ASS MF !!!! he just wants to make sure the house is clean some people say, "your house reflects you" And I think that's true but!! he we we all know he gon snap THE MFER HE NEEDS TO PUT UP WITH his freinds trying be likebthe power rangers or some shit I find it funny they are just all different colors palettes BUT HES GREAT !! HE COOKS, CLEANS, ACTUALLY HAS CALM HOBBIES did I say calm mbmb let's not forget his karaoke SKILLS HELLO??? THE SCREAMING HE CAN DO THE AMOUNT OF TIMES U GUYS GOT NOISE COMPLAINTS nobody would've guess it was from him. he just smiles, aplogizes and hands over the money he handing over the money so willingly cause that mf KNOWS IT WAS HIS FAULT but he don't give a shit LMFAOO he'll shut the door, wait a little, then start cursing out the neighbors in Swedish he's he's scary. he's literally like those innocent ass looking dogs names princesses that's a devil in secret he's ur devil in secret tho <33

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know You Better

First of all, thank you Mickey (@thisautistic) for tagging me <3. Super thrilled that you thought of me for this!!

Now...

3 Ships You Like

1. Kimchay (Kinnporsche)

My babies. I want to protect them both. They're precious and perfect to be put in situations. A force strong enough to have me cooking a longfic after years of not writing a single one. Do I need to same more?? Absolutely obsessed 💜💜💜.

2. Pangwave (The Gifted)

Obligatory mention to my special little ADHD x Autism duo. Don't even argue that they're not canon, if you think that it's bc you missed very significant subtext, I suggest you rewatch this series. Pls and thank you. I will NOT take any criticism.

3. Sandray (Only Friends)

I knew from their 1st sex scene that I was down bad but their trailer sex scene just completely rewired my brain. Is their dynamic fucked up? Yes. Will they hurt each other along the way? Absolutely. But they're on their path to something better and I believe in them. Bc if Ray is deserving of love even after everything that went down then so are all of us. And there's that.

First Ship Ever

Larry Stylinson! (from One Direction)

Straight back from when I was 13, going strong! kskskskssksk I'm not so much there actively in the fandom anymore, but know that I'm there in spirit. sksksksksks Could never abandon the reason for so much change in my life! Good memories!!

Last Song Heard

Nooit Meer Spijt by S10

It's such a good song! I'm not Dutch or Dutch-adjacent but I was introduced to S10 by a friend of mine who's Belgian and I fell in love with her music ever since!

Favorite Childhood Book

A Fada Oriana (The Fairy Oriana) by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen.

It's about a fairy named Oriana that has to take care of a forest but one day, while looking at the river, meets a fish who talks her into neglecting the forest, which causes a lot of trouble. Then, Oriana, has to learn how to repair the damage she made.

It's a book about responsibility, consequeses, the importance of individual action and learning from one's mistakes.

Currently Reading

Património Cultural: Realidade Viva (Cultural Patrimony: Live Reality) by Guilherme d'Oliveira Martins.

It's a book about the preservation of patrimony in Portugal under the context of belonging in the European Union in the 21st century.

It's not a very interesting book nor scientific, just a summary of Portuguese and European laws for people who don't wanna read the laws (?). I wouldn't read it on my own but it's a mandatory read for one of my classes in my Master's so I gotta ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Currently Watching

23.5

I didn't know if I was going to but since GMM seems to be finally trying out more for the GLs, I feel like I need to show my support in this direction so I made the moral choice of watching as it airs to make it clear to them the audience for this is here and we want more of it!

So far ep.1 was super cliché and silly but I liked it a lot!! I want all the clichés for the girls too! Tired of seeing queer women suffer and die on screen...

2. 3 Will Be Free

It had been sitting on my watchlist for a while but I never gotten around to it for some reason... Nevertheless, my latest Wheel Decide™ for what to watch next landed on it, so... I'm watching it now!

2 episodes in only but I'm loving it a lot!! The plot's super interesting so far, really like the way they're going about it. Let's see where it goes!!

Currently Consuming

I'm gonna opt to mention the game I'm currently playing (besides Bloons TD 6, but I'm always playing Bloons, so... not news), which is Heaven's Vault by Inkle!

It's an extremely niche game, focused on figuring out an ancient language and, with it, the history of the world it's set in. It envolves robots, space travelling, discussions on xenophobia and religious intolerence and a lot more. I haven't finished yet but I'm loving the experience so far!

I understand it's not for everyone but I'm loving it!! <3 (not a Mickey D's reference, fuck Mickey D's)

Currently Craving

You know, I could go with bibimbap bc I really want some rn but I'm gonna go a bit deeper and say: after the terribleness of my last 2 relationships, all I really want is one that's not enirely chatastrophic. kskssksksksk That'd be pretty neat. kssksksk

So yeah... This was a lot of fun, actually!! I love to share stuff about media I like!!

Tagging @jukain4216 @lost-my-sanity1 @anthrotmnt @shannankle @defomin @aiyui @fiddlepickdouglas @tinysandwichstudent @sicknsadsicknrad @itsamzz28 @whomanist and any other of my lovely moots that hasn't directly been tagged but comes accross this <3.

All the love! 💜💜💜

[xxsycamore]

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KISSAHOLIC [smut] Tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless

Making a home [fluff & smut] Tags: Househusband!Napoleon headcanons + scenarios; Domestic fluff; Married characters; Working wife MC; Bathing/Washing; Massage; Foot Massage; Chores; Cooking; House Cleaning; Smut; Somnophilia; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Face-Fucking; Rough Oral Sex; Lap Sex; Dirty Talk; Bathroom Sex; Bathtub Sex; Vanilla; Riding; Lazy Mornings; Lazy Sex; Creampie; Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Memories [fluff]Tags: Very slightly suggestive themes; Anniversary Celebrations; Filming; Travelogue; Time Travel; They’re now living in the 21st century; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Cooking; Horseback Riding; Dancing; Suggestive Themes; Humor; Fluff; Kissing

❣ all works (latest -> oldest)

Kink Headcanons for Napoleon (+ his rating on them) [ALWAYS ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR MORE]:

🦶 foot fetish  🥵 breeding kink  🥕 pregging  😈 dom/sub  🍈 breast kink  ⛓ bondage  🩸 period kink  👄 marking  🐺 predator/prey  🏙 public sex  🤗 praise kink  👅 cunnilingus

ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event:  🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” 🤲- Do the classic “Can you hold something for me” (2) 💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss 🎼- Serenade them with a love song 🎼- Serenade them with a love song (2)

Paradiso Terrestre part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3 [multichapter] Tags: Vacation; Birthday; Fluff

When you're feeling cold... [fluff] Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling; Sleepy Cuddles; Morning Cuddles; All the cuddles; Spooning; Little spoon Napo anyone?; Blushing Napo; Sharing Body Heat

Napoleon Gets Ready for a Date [crack] Tags: All 12 residents & MC; Humor; Crack; Dress Up 

Sunkissed Nunuche [fluff] Tags: Banter; Silliness; Sunburns

Ikemen MLM & WLW stories ficlets: quello che vuoi, lo ottieni - Mafia AU - Napoleon x Wellington wings of freedom - Magic AU - Napoleon x Genderbent!MC treasure - Pirate/Mermaid AU - Napoleon x Jean uncovered - Soulmates AU - Napoleon x Jean

KISSAHOLIC [smut] Tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless

In the Month of May - Chapters 1-10 ; Chapters 10-20 ; Chapters 20-31 [multichapter] Tags: MerMay 2023; Mermaid AU; Mermaid!Mitsuki; Developing Relationship; Retelling of Napoleon's route; Angst; Blood and Injury; Humor; Fluff; Love Confessions; First kiss

Hors d'oeuvre of What Now?! [fluff] Tags: Married Characters; Vacation; Lunch; Dates; Humor

Chemtrails Over Our Secret Spot [fluff]Tags: Picnics; Painting; Dates; Fluff; Humor; Married Characters

Le petit-déjeuner [fluff]Tags: fluff; kissing; morning kisses; hand kisses; contains one suggestive line

Catboy!Napoleon[headcanons] Tags: fluff, catboy traits, Napoleon is both vampire and catboy

Nap, Napo, Napster, Napoleoni, Napoleoncito, et cetera[fluff]Tags: nicknames, humor, !! slightly suggestive

Up The Hill [fluff] Tags: hiking; dates

Our Little Family[fluff & smut]Tags: Dad!Napoleon headcanonss + scenarious; Parenthood; Married Life; Kid Fic; Pregnancy; original kid characters; Bedtime Stories; Baby Names; Bad Cooking; Chores; Tea Parties; Light Angst; Past Lives; Dad!Napoleon; Mom!Reader; the mansion’s residents are good uncles; Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Cunnilingus; Quickies; Hand Jobs; Morning Sex

Attention On Me![fluff]Tags: fluff; christmas shopping; sharing a scarf; kissing

Blow My Brains Out [smut]Tags:Gυn Kink; Bad Use of Police Equipment; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Deepthroating A GυN; and not just the gυn; deranged smut; Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Police Uniforms 

The Catastrophe(Napoleon x Wellington) [crack]Tags: Crack Treated Seriously; Humor; Light Angst; they’re fighting :( ; Arguing; Shapeshifting; Making Up; Happy Ending; reference to that one scene at the cliff; Established Relationship; Kissing; Sexual Tension (just a lil bit); Fluff; Naps; also present in the fic are: Sebastian, Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Dazai, Comte

Emergency Nap(-oleon)![fluff] Tags: Menstruation; period cramps; Sleepy couch cuddles;napping; Fluff

Memories [fluff]Tags: Very slightly suggestive themes; Anniversary Celebrations; Filming; Travelogue; Time Travel; They’re now living in the 21st century; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Cooking; Horseback Riding; Dancing; Suggestive Themes; Humor; Fluff; Kissing

Making a home[fluff & smut] Tags: Househusband!Napoleon headcanons + scenarios; Domestic fluff; Married characters; Working wife MC; Bathing/Washing; Massage; Foot Massage; Chores; Cooking; House Cleaning; Smut; Somnophilia; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Face-Fucking; Rough Oral Sex; Lap Sex; Dirty Talk; Bathroom Sex; Bathtub Sex; Vanilla; Riding; Lazy Mornings; Lazy Sex; Creampie; Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Methods of War(Napoleon x Wellington x Alexander I (OC)) [smut] Tags: Threesome - M/M/M; Poly relationship; Humor; a very rare angry Napo; Light Bondage; Historical Inaccuracy (because we use xmas lights as a plot device); Nipple Play; Neck Kissing; Orgasm Denial; Riding; Anal Sex; Blow Jobs; Body Worship; Banter

But baby, it’s cold outside! [fluff] Tags: sharing clothes; hot chocolate

A piece of heaven on earth[fluff & smut]Tags: Cottagecore headcanons + scenarios; Domestic fluff; Moving out; Moving in together; Married characters; Outdoor sex; Cunnilingus

White-hot spotlight [smut]Tags: Rock star!Napoleon; Rock stars AU; Backstage sex; Semi-public sex; Piercings; Tongue Piercings; Making out; Blowjobs; Choking; Come swallowing

Leave it to you to make a mess of me(Napoleon x Wellington) [smut] Tags: First Time; Spit As Lube; Clothed Sex; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Banter; Teasing; Eventual Fluff;  Humor

Out of red and blue[smut]Tags: Making out; French kissing

Head in the clouds[smut] Tags: Modern AU; Pilot! Napoleon; Sеx on a plane; Semi-public sеx; Blowjobs; Vaginal fingering; Come swallowing

A Temporary Truce[fluff]Tags: Theater; Crossdressing; Feelings; they get sappy; mc being the strong woman she is

Vanilla Sunday[fluff]Tags: Birthday fic; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Teacher Napoleon; Established Relationship; Birthday Fluff; Morning Cuddles; Fluff; Domestic Fluff

The kind of thing people do on honeymoons [smut] Tags:  Honeymoon; Sex on the Beach; Public Sex; Vampire Bites; Blood Drinking

The day my heart stopped (almost) forever [hurt/comfort] Tags: written for Napoleon’s d/eath-anniversary; becomes very fluffy and wholesome; the other residents make an appearance 

He’s about to cry…[crack] Tags: based on a poorly made ikevamp app; implied sexual content

Bitter, bitter, honey (Napoleon x Wellington) [hurt/comfort] Tags: amnesia; bittersweet 

Fit for a Princess[fluff] Tags: Morning cuddles; Dreams; Banter

Yume Week 2020 DAY 1: First[fluff] Tags: humor; massage 

Yume Week 2020 DAY 2: Flowers[fluff] Tags: slightly suggestive; drunk characters; alcohol; bathtubs; bathing with clothes on; flowers 

Yume Week 2020 DAY 3: Confession[fluff] Tags: humor; Truth or Dare; the other residents making an appearance 

Yume Week 2020 DAY 4: Rain[fluff] Tags: naps; laundry incidents; angry sebastian 

Yume Week 2020 DAY 5: Fate[fluff] Tags: lots of dialogue; strolling; dates; humor; suggestive language

Yume Week 2020 DAY 6: Sorry[fluff] Tags: humor; jealousy; misunderstandings; arthur is involved

Last morning of the year[fluff] Tags:  Morning cuddles and kisses

Lost with you[hurt/comfort] Tags: bittersweet

salvus diluculo[hurt/comfort] Tags: fluff at the end 

Keep me in pursuit[smut] Tags: Hand Jobs; Glove Kink; Semi-Public Sex

Eyes on you[smut] Tags: Mirror sex; Teasing, Vaginal sex; Creampie

A master’s order (Napoleon x Sebastian) [smut] Tags: Dom/Sub undertones; Orgasm denial, Crying; Anal sex; Ass slapping; Begging

No conclusion[smut] Tags:  Making out, Vampire bites

YOU MAKE IT EASY (TO WATCH THE WORLD WITH LOVE)//NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY PROMPTS 2020:

i. We slept side by side [ snooze ] [fluff] Tags: suggestive themes

ii. We laughed [ école ] [fluff] Tags: Napoleon’s students; humor; 

iii. We fought a bear or two [ dessert ] [fluff] Tags: cooking; humor; kissing 

iv. We swirled together [ dance ] [fluff] Tags: dancing competition

v. We remembered the past [ letter ] [fluff] Tags: emotions; crying 

vi. We wondered about the future [ home ] [fluff] Tags: the other residents making an appearance; gardening 

vii. We were madly in love [ fangs ] [smut] Tags: vampire bites; oral sex; vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; creampie 

viii. We saw the first snow [ garret ] [fluff] Tags: late night conversations

ix. We welcomed the day [ field ] [fluff] Tags: implied sexual content; horse riding 

x. We were happy, awfully happy. [ celebrations ] [fluff] Tags: birthday fic; the other residents making an appearance; humor; surprises; birthday presents; birthday party 

Make the moon jealous of our love [smut] Tags:  Vaginal sex, Outdoor sex; Sex in the water 

Miserere mei [AO3 ONLY] - [angst] Tags: no MC; nightmares; past trauma; character d/eath; blood and injury 

J'en ai rêvé [AO3 ONLY] - [fluff] Tags: singing; tooth-rotting fluff

The touch of your lips [AO3 ONLY] [smut] Tags: Quickies, Lap sex, Vaginal sex, Creampie

A butler’s job [AO3 ONLY] - (Napoleon/Sebastian) [smut] Tags: Blowjobs, somnophilia; choking

Game The Mess [AO3 ONLY] [hurt/comfort] Tags: bittersweet; napoleon remembering things from the past 

Le temps de l'amour [AO3 ONLY] [smut] Tags: Cock Worship; Hand Jobs; Cum Fetish; Lipstick; Teasing

Not even in dreams we could be [AO3 ONLY] [hurt/comfort] Tags: past trauma; nightmares; mentions of d/eath; angst; mentions of fire 

[heiayen]

Hello! Welcome to a spring themed SFW Genshin x reader collab! It's a simple collab, where you pick a spring related prompt, your favorite character(s) and write a fanfic (or headcanons) about it! And since it's a collab, you get to see many other interpretations of the prompts and enjoy them with other people! Below are rules, prompts and how to join the collab. If you have any questions just reach out to me– in direct messages, asks, comments– and I'll gladly answer them!

– Welcoming spring traditions

How does the character celebrate the coming of spring? Do they have any special tradition to welcome the blooming flowers and new life? Maybe a festival? Maybe something more simple, like a house cleaning? Or maybe they don’t do anything special, but just spend the first day of spring with someone they love?

– Spending a spring day together

How do they spend a spring day with you? A picnic? A nice walk to the park, to watch the green trees and listen to birds’ song? How would they spend a date with you, among the colors and sounds of spring? So many ideas, so many options…

– Spring festivities

What spring activity they like to do? Are they the person to make pretty bouquets for you, out of fresh flowers? Flower crowns? Or maybe they are the kind of a person to cook all the fresh, delicious dishes with the spring taste? What other festivities they do, hmm?

Anyone's welcomed to join, as long as you are a GI x reader writer and have a blog to post! Just make sure your collab work is SFW.

Joining is very simple– just fill out this Google Form and you are ready to write.

Applications end on 12nd February 10 AM GMT+1, though if you missed it by few hours, feel free to reach me out

The posting period starts at 19th March and ends on 21st March, so there's plenty of time to write! You are free to post it according to your timezone. Post it under #Amidst the spring's song tag (the first tag in the post), so it's easier to find and reblog later.

If for a reason you suddenly can't take part in the event anymore, just tell me. No reason needed, just a heads up you won't be able to take part anymore!

The main goal of this collab is to just simply have fun, so don't pressure yourself too much into making sure that your work is perfect! You having fun while writing is enough. Please reblog this post so more people will see it and take part, even if you aren't. Thank you and have a nice day!

[the-collector-blog]

i have something really special cooking up for january 21st. it's gonna be a blast, everyone! you'll hardly be able to collect yourselves!

[writingsofabadwriter]

A Memory.

My 20th birthday. I was actually excited for once. Finally, I was leaving my disastrous teenage years behind me. I had been moved out for 11 months, and all I wanted was sushi. I don't even remember what else was gifted to me that day. My stepdad, on the other hand, was in a bad mood. Overwhelmed possibly. Maybe he had a bad day at work, or he just didn’t like the sight of me anymore (I had been visiting for two weeks). Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to stay solely his problem. 

My birthday takes place at the very end of December, the 30th. Cold, cold winter. Christmas is right before my birthday, New years directly after it. But the 30th is my day. Again, I am actually excited. Plus, I’m not in school so I don’t feel bad about strangers forgetting it’s my birthday. 

The day before it, my dad had told me how unimportant it was. “We’ll do more for your 21st, your 20th isn’t a big deal.” It still stings, actually. But whatever, I don’t let him get to me.

 The day of, I don’t do much. I sleep in until 11am. I don’t eat breakfast. My dad is at work, so is my younger brother. My mom is also working, but she’s worked from home since I was maybe five years old. She wishes me a happy birthday with a big hug. I think my stepfather must have sent me a text, “Happy 20th.” All is well, but I feel it. Regret for staying at his house. Then, we’re driving up to the biggest small town near us to eat at the local sushi place.

 It’s special, my mom had to make reservations. My dad is going to meet us there, so I’m able to have a bit of peace on the drive up. When we get into town it’s busy. A Christmas tourist trap, and the holiday is still in full swing. I know my dad hates this time of year, so I try to brace myself for his bad mood. And oh what a bad mood he was in. 

It was immediate. Complaining about the people, about the restaurant. How he didn’t want to be there. After his complaints he goes in for a hug, it’s unwanted. I think to myself, “Why do you have to be here?” but say nothing, weakly smiling at my mother who is giving me a pitiful look. She also says nothing. I try to see what my brother is feeling, but his face remains stoic. 

We go into the restaurant, it’s small and cramped, but the smell of meat cooking fills the air. And again, I’m excited. “What are you going to get?” my mother whispers into my ear. “I’m not sure, I’ll have to look at the menu.” I whisper back giddily. Looking at my father I can see the discomfort on his face. Oh well, I think, his problem.

It’s so busy that even with the reservation we have to wait for a table. Which is okay, I haven’t minded waiting for a long time now. We stand awkwardly, moving out of the way of drunk patrons, rich assholes and tourists. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, but I try to keep a smile on my face. My father does not. He’s complaining about something again, but I block it out. Me and my mom whisper to each other, ignoring him. Then he's complaining more. And more, and more. He asks if we even need to eat here, “Why is this so important? Why do we have to wait? This place is too busy, it sucks here. I hate this town. I hate the holiday season.” I hear it now.

I let it in, even though I tried so hard not to. Why is this so important, turns into, why are you so important? I smile at my mom again and tell her I’m going to use the bathroom. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Please don’t be occupied. Hurry up, get out of my way please. And then I’m there. Lucky for me, the bathroom is empty. When I open the door I see a single toilet, a sink, bamboo art decoration, and dark green walls poorly painted with vines. It’s not particularly dirty, just a tad run down and very small. Closing the door I realized how loud it was out there. At first the quiet brings a calming feeling, then my thoughts start to swarm. 

Something about the noise must have suppressed them, and the once welcoming quiet becomes overwhelming. Why doesn’t he just act like a father? It’s not a new thought, it’s something I’ve questioned my whole life. I disregard it and turn the thoughts inward. Why can’t I just ignore him? How could I let him get into my head? I didn’t even have to use the bathroom, I just thought I could escape him. But he’s ever more present there. He should just leave! Maybe telling him he can go home will make him feel better. No, then he’ll turn his anger towards me. I just have to ignore it, why can’t I just ignore it? In that ugly, cramped bathroom, I sit in a corner with my head in my hands.

Tears well up in my eyes. I’m so dramatic, I think to myself. Then it’s my fathers voice, Stop moping, you’re being ridiculous. My head is drumming with pain. I gasp for air, only then realizing I had been crying. Not even just crying, sobbing. I want to scream. My chest aches. It feels like it’s being stepped on. Like the air is being sucked out so forcefully my sternum could collapse. I bang my fist into the floor over and over again. Pain has always had a way of bringing me back. This time it barely works, but I’m able to stop myself from crying more. 

When I stand up, I go to look in the mirror. “God, what a fucking mess.” I mumble. It looks like I’ve run a mile, my face is blotchy and my nose is runny. I don’t remember crying so hard. I sit on the toilet seat with a dampened paper towel in my hand, tapping it on my cheekbones and forehead. Just breathe, shh just breathe.

After 5 minutes of that, I look into the mirror again. I don’t feel anything. I wipe away my smudged black eyeliner, fix my brows, smile and breathe some more. Presentable enough.

Leaving the bathroom I see my family still waiting. My father found a bench to sit on, but his face remains stern. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. I wonder if my mother said something to him while I was in the bathroom. Doubt it. 

We’re there for maybe five more minutes, then we are finally able to get a table. Whatever happened during dinner, I don’t particularly remember. Everyone is quiet. We eat. My mother and I keep a steady conversation about something. I giggle at my brother, and try not to look at my father. 

The second we pay the bill, my father gets up. He drove himself and my brother there, so he asks if my brother wants to ride back home with him. My brother declines. So then he’s off. We follow behind him, but take our time. When we get into my moms vehicle my dad was already gone. 

“Why does he have to be like that?” I ask openly. My mom responds, “Honey, he was just having a bad day. Don’t let it get to you.”  The response I get answers nothing. “But it’s my birthday, and he’s acting like a complete asshole.” “Do not say that. Leave it alone.” I look at my brother, he appears utterly detached from the situation. Fine, I think. “Can we get ice cream?” I try to say in a cheery tone. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

 Then my mom’s phone rings. It’s my dad. When she answers he’s immediately yelling, “Some punk kid just ran in to my fucking car, Shannon. God dammit. I hate these fucking tourists, we shouldn’t have even come here. This is so fucking stupid.” My mom asks if he’s okay and if there is any damage to the car. “No, I’m fine, the car is fine. I just can’t stand this fucking place. I’m going home, see you there.” and hangs up. 

I laugh, and I laugh. I have a breakdown, and I laugh some more. Through breaths I manage to say, “he’s always talking about instant karma… look at him now. Oh my God, this is too good. Oh my god.” I’m still laughing, I genuinely can’t hold it back. I never thought I’d be so happy to hear my father got into a (small) accident. My mom seems angry at first, but when she looks at me I can tell she had similar thoughts. My brother almost looks worried. We drive down the road a bit, and then we see it. The little accident my dad got into. He’s still there, so he comes up to my moms car and complains some more. I snap a blurry photo of the ordeal. This is too good. 

The kid who hit my dad is panicking, but my dad just tells him to fuck off and that it doesn’t matter. Then gets into his car and drives home. But, police show up before we can get out of there. They make us go to a parking lot to sign papers,  and the kid awkwardly tries to apologize to my mother. The police tell us my dad shouldn’t have left, but they’re not going to do much about it because of the holidays. We always get stuck with my dad’s mess, I think to myself. I giggle a bit again, What a dramatic way to think. My mom tells them we aren’t going to press charges and that the kid can leave. Then we wish them happy holidays and new year, and leave. 

“So… Can we get some ice cream?” I ask. She thinks to herself for a bit, then responds, “Sure.” I look at my brother, give him a smile, and wonder about what type of ice cream I’m going to get. 

When we get home, we are in a much better mood. We had a time at the store, giggling and making jokes. I wanted Oreo ice cream. Not only for myself, but for my dad. I knew he’d like it, and maybe that’d put him into a better mood as well. At home my dad is sitting in the living room, playing some game on his phone. “We got ice cream!” I sing, looking at him for some form of gratitude. “Cool, I’m gonna smoke.” He responds, getting up and leaving for the garage. 

I roll my eyes. I’ve put the wall back up again, piece by piece. He’s not getting to me again tonight. I refuse to let it happen. While he’s in the garage my mother gets out bowls and spoons for us. We each get a big bowl of ice cream, as I’m eating I ask if we could watch a movie. “I don’t think so honey, it’s late and everyone is tired.” I sigh loudly, but say it’s okay. We all go and sit in the living room.

My brother finishes his bowl first, gives me a hug and tells me goodnight. “Goodnight, Joshua. I hope you sleep well. What a night.” “Yeah, I will. Happy Birthday.” He says back. He looks exhausted now, so I don’t tease him about going to bed so early. 

Looking at my mom I ask again if we could watch a movie. Actually, I beg, whining like a dog, “Pleeease…” She glances at me. I can see that she feels bad for what happened, so I use it as a reason to make her stay up with me. “Fine.” She finally says. We pick out a movie, and though I don’t remember what we watched, I felt loved that day. Finally. 

[captainmartinisblog]

Dinner in Chef’s Table No.2

Friday 21st June 2024 – at sea.

This was our return to Chef’s Table, one of two complementary speciality restaurants, but for a different menu – this time entitled Lotus, a fusion of Thai, Japanese and Chinese, each course paired with a different wine.

We began with a hot Amuse Bouche in the form of a Goan Potato Chop. It was delicious but hardly what you’d expect as an Amuse Bouche.

The next course was Chili Soft Shell Crab (Andrew was given a chicken version). The chili was VERY chili and could overpower the delicate crab, if you had too much.

A Granita palate cleanser then followed in the form of lychee, guava and cranberry juice – plus a smidgen of vodka!

The main course was Thai Spiced Rack of Lamb, cooked ‘sous-vide’ but Andrew wasn’t 100% comfortable with how pink his still was, having asked for it well done. Butwe were all impressed with it, though I felt the Thai spices were not much in evidence – though hat might have something to do with fact that I am harbouring a head-cold!

The Yuzu Cheesecake for Dessert was a nice finish to a very satisfying meal.

I might add that, while the others got ‘upgraded’ wines because of their Silver Beverage Package but I had the standard wine pairings (which were actually very good) but the Wine Steward must have taken pity on me (or just didn’t want to open another bottle for me) because she ended up giving me the same wines as others anyway!

[mlleclaudine]

Kristen Kish, the New Face of Top Chef, on Graza, Gay Bars, and Getting Married

Interview magazine - March 1, 2024. Photographed by Huy Luong; styled by Lucy Gaston

In 10 short years, Kristen Kish went from Top Chef champ to Top Chef host, after being tapped to replace Padma Lakshmi as the one charged with telling crestfallen cooks to pack their knives and go. But before the 40-year-old Midwesterner enters the pressure-cooker environment of the legendary show’s 21st season, she sounds off on Instacart, IV drips, and getting married.

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CHILI CRISP

“God, every chef has one. There are some really good ones. There’s only been one that I’ve had to throw away because I didn’t enjoy it, and no, I’m not going to tell you whose that is.”

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INSTACART 

“Saved me during the pandemic. Having your groceries delivered? Who knew what a luxury that would be, not having to haul bags over your shoulders once a month to avoid the things that were happening in 2020.”

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POP-TARTS

“Toaster Strudels are far superior.”

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ANXIETY 

“Got it. So does everyone else.”

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CAESAR SALAD

“The real Caesar salad, I’m all for. The dressings that are made with globs of mayonnaise, that’s not a Caesar salad.”

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PACKING

“I have the best wife. She efficiently packs for me most trips. I pull everything out of the closet, and she somehow fits it into the smallest carry-on that we have. I love her for that.”

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KNIVES

“I have far too many, but a lot of home cooks don’t have enough. Somewhere in the middle is where you should be. Maybe I should start selling mine on eBay or something.”

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SNACKS

“Crispy, crunchy, salty—anything salt and vinegar.”

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SNACKING

“I’m a volume eater, and I want to eat a meal. When I have to eat a snack, I feel like I’m that person that says, ‘I just need to eat to live.’ So if I’m feeling low-energy and I need something in order to keep going, I’ll have a snack. But my preferred way of eating is a meal.”

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IV DRIPS

“I had one once when I was in the hospital, because I had the flu. I got so ill that I could not keep liquids down, and I felt like shit. I know that there’s clinics around where you go if you’re hungover, but IV drips for me remain in hospitals.”

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EXECUTIVES

“Many are my bosses. I am also one because I am an executive chef.”

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GRAZA OLIVE OIL

“Right, okay. It’s very affordable and they really, really crushed it with the squeeze bottle, but there are tastier olive oils out there, in my opinion.”

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FAST CASUAL

“Big fan. I love anything fast casual. I am not a three-hour, go-to-dinner, sit-there-all-night kind of person anymore, unless it’s something really special.”

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OVERSHARING

“It depends on what you’re sharing and who you’re sharing it with. A lot of times we are guilty of undersharing, and everything remains surface-level. Oversharing in some contexts is an opportunity to be vulnerable, to connect with people. It’s an opportunity for someone to not feel alone, by hearing how someone else feels. If that’s oversharing, I’m a fan.”

TOPS

“I love a cotton t-shirt or a hoodie.”

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CHEFS

“Oh, I see what you did there.”

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FAST FOOD

“Love-hate relationship. I hate it for all the reasons that it’s not good for you, but there are moments in everyone’s lives where we need fast, easy, cheap, and convenient. It is what it is.”

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BURNS

“I cover mine up with tattoos, but if you’re a cook who has burns and scars all the way up your arms, you’re doing something wrong. It’s time to rethink and reconfigure the way you’re cooking.”

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GAY BARS

“I came out when I was 28. My big bar times were 21 to 26. By the time I hit 28, I was phasing my way outside of bars in general. But I’m all for a place where people can gather and feel safe amongst like-minded people who make you feel not alone.”

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AUSTIN

“Arlo Grey is one of the best restaurants in Austin, Texas. I’m not saying that because it’s mine. I’m saying it because I have a great group of people running it day-to-day, so I can be here with you doing things like this.”

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MARRIAGE

“I used to never want to get married, because less than 10 years ago, I wasn’t allowed to by way of the Supreme Court. But I’m now happily married to the greatest human to walk this earth.”

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Hair: Yu Nakata using Living Proof at 87 Artists.

Makeup: Ayaka Nihei using Dior Rouge.

Nails: Nori using Chanel at See Management.

Retouching: Sacnetinc.

Photography Assistant: Madeleine Dalla.

Fashion Assistant: Nicholson Baird.

Location: Chalet Studios.