#CRY BABY NOODLES RECIPE

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CRYBABY NOODLES RECIPE

Here's a crybaby noodles recipe for four people, also known as spicy noodles.

Ingredients:

8 ounces (225g) of spaghetti noodles or any other long pasta

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

4 cloves of garlic, minced

1 tablespoon grated ginger

1/4 cup soy sauce

2 tablespoons sriracha sauce (adjust according to your spice preference)

2 tablespoons brown sugar

2 tablespoons rice vinegar

1 tablespoon sesame oil

1 cup sliced vegetables (such as bell peppers, carrots, or snap peas)

1 cup chopped cooked chicken or shrimp (optional)

2 green onions, chopped (for garnish)

Sesame seeds (for garnish)

Prep time: Approximately 15 minutes Cooking time: Approximately 15 minutes

Instructions:

Cook the spaghetti noodles according to the package instructions. Drain and set aside.

In a large skillet or wok, heat the vegetable oil over medium heat.

Add the minced garlic and grated ginger to the skillet, and sauté for about 1 minute until fragrant.

In a bowl, whisk together the soy sauce, sriracha sauce, brown sugar, rice vinegar, and sesame oil until well combined.

Pour the sauce into the skillet with the garlic and ginger mixture. Stir and cook for 2-3 minutes until the sauce starts to thicken slightly.

Add the sliced vegetables and cooked chicken or shrimp (if using) to the skillet. Stir-fry for 3-4 minutes until the vegetables are crisp-tender and the protein is heated through.

Add the cooked spaghetti noodles to the skillet and toss them with the sauce and vegetables until well coated.

Continue to cook for another 2-3 minutes, stirring frequently, until everything is heated through.

Remove from heat and garnish with chopped green onions and sesame seeds.

Serve the crybaby noodles hot and enjoy!

Preparation time for this recipe is around 15 minutes, while the cooking time is approximately 15 minutes. Please note that these times may vary depending on your cooking skills and kitchen setup.

ALSO READ CRYBABY NOODLES WITH A HEALTHIER TWIST

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"DADDY I THREW UP"

How they react when their little ones throw up ! (we all know gojo is gonna be overreacting) ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: TW: vomit, no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families. (divider by kim jiho) same kids from jjk men as dads

Gojo Satoru

Satoru's on daddy duty for the next week and a half while you're gone, and so far he's actually doing quite well. Currently, he's making dinner from a simple recipe in the recipe book you've been making throughout the last few years.

Two year old Kenji waddles into the kitchen and tugs on Satoru's sweatpants. His head whips around to look down at his little mini-me.

"Hey Kenji, what's up little guy?" He puts his attention back on the wok with noodles in it to make sure he doesn't burn dinner. As he's stirring the food around with chopsticks Kenji starts to form a sentence, "Um.. throw up."

Satoru freezes. "W-what?" He knows exactly what Kenji said but he's scared to turn around. Kenji whines a little bit, "Throw up. Kenji throw up." Usually Satoru would find his toddler's 3rd person speaking cute but right now he feels himself breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Oh... um.. It's okay? Where is it?" Kenji's little feet waddle away from the kitchen expecting his daddy to follow after him. Satoru turns the heat down to low so the food won't burn, and follows his little boy to the 'crime scene'.

Kenji sticks his thumb in his little mouth and points to the throw up on the carpet.

"O-oh god, I think I'm gonna-" He gags and runs into the bathroom. Nothing comes from his mouth so he shudders. He needs to calm down, it's just a little throw up from his own kin, he'll be alright. The faucet runs and he splashes some water on his face.

"I can do this. I can do this. I can-" He hears the telltale sign of someone throwing up. Kenji is definitely sick. The throw up is followed by loud crying. Satoru's dad instincts kick in and he runs back over to where his little boy is.

"Hey, hey, hey, little guy. It's gonna be okay. Let's get you a bath, then I'll call mommy, okay?" Kenji nods. It breaks Satoru's heart hearing those little sniffles that leave his baby boy.

Geto Suguru

"PAPAAAAA!!!! Hana threw up!!!" Suguru looks at you and you stare right back.

"Don't look at me, I cleaned Hana's vomit yesterday while you were working late." He fights the urge to roll his eyes at you, because you're being childish in his mind.

Suguru makes his way to the kitchen so he can get the carpet cleaning spray out of the cabinet. "Fucking hell." He mumbles without realizing his six year old daughter was near by.

She gasps dramatically before yelling, "OOOOOO PAPA SAID A BAD WORD!!!" He screws his eyes shut, agitation was slowly seeping in.

"I'll put a dollar in the jar, but please stop screaming, Kana. Your sister doesn't feel good and the screaming is hurting Papa's head." He has retrieved the spray and a damp rag to clean up the soiled spot on the carpet.

"Sorry Papa." Kana's voice is lowered drastically. Being a curious little thing she follows her father to go check up on her little twin sister.

"You alright, princess?" Suguru sits close to her little pink bed and poor little Hana shakes her head 'no'.

"I don't feel good, Papa." She whines quietly. Suguru can tell by the way her eyes water, the sweat beads grow on her forehead and the way she frowns deeply that she definitely is sick.

"Why don't you go brush your teeth for me, princess? Then Papa will get you some medicine." Suguru understands his daughter very well. He'd always get sick while eating curses, sometimes they were so bad he would vomit all over the place. LOLLL no curse au so he aint gotta suffer.

She nods hopping from her bed to go brush her teeth in the bathroom. Suguru gets to work cleaning up the carpet.

Kamo Choso

Ryuji's school had called you because your boy threw up in school, which he was very embarrassed about because elementary schoolers always know how to make a big deal out of something small. Many children were crowding your son where he threw up some gasped in horror others laughed. Luckily the teachers were able to get the students under control once more.

They sent him to the nurse and she dialed you, "I'm so sorry, baby. Mom's out of town, give the phone back to the nurse so I can give her dad's number, okay?" He utters a quiet response before handing the phone over.

You chat with the nurse for a little bit giving her the information she needed then you told your son goodbye and hung up.

The nurse is quick to dial Choso and he picks up after the fourth ring. "Good morning, Sir. I'm calling because your son Ryuji Kamo threw up and he isn't feeling too good. We called Mom but she said she won't be able to come pick him up. Do you think you could check him out or do you have another trusted family member who could pick him up?" She's got a pen and notepad ready to write down another number if Choso couldn't make it.

"Oh dear, yeah I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Is his stuff packed already or..." He trails phone pressed to his ear, he hadn't been doing anything too important since he'd already finished up his meeting.

"No Sir, we'll send him right up to pack up. He'll be waiting for you in the main office."

"Alright, thank you." Choso's starting to worry, does he need to take Ryuji to the doctor? Should he stop at the grocery store and get soup? Should he make soup? Do you have kids cold/flu medicine at home? Your husband can't remember the last time Ryuji had vomited and he's pretty sure you'd taken care of it anyway.

"Hey Siri, how do I take care of my sick son?" She responds with 'here's what I found' he quickly scans over an article and the main idea is comfort him, make him something light, make sure he's hydrated, and gets plenty of rest. He could do that. Choso's not the best at emotions but he'll do what he can for his boy.

Eventually the two make it home, and Choso is quick to act. "Change into your pjs and I'll get you some medicine. How do you feel?" He needs a basic idea of what he's dealing with.

"My stomach reallyyyyyyy hurts." He whines holding his abdomen area tightly.

"Like you need to go to the bathroom kind of hurt?" Choso thinks it might be a stomach bug because his so shakes his head 'no'.

"Nuh uh, feels like someone is stabbing me in the stomach." His brows knit and a frown covers his face. it hurts to see his son suffering.

"Alright, I've got you kiddo. I'll take care of you." He promises to his growing boy.

"Thanks dad."

Fushiguro Toji

"Dad come look! I threw up! It's so cool!" Four year old Yui says, which is odd, no normal little kid is happy after throwing up so Toji is suspicious.

"Tell your brother to clean it up." Yui crosses her little arms and pouts.

"I already told Megumi and Nami!! They told me to go tell you!!!" He doesn't want to clean it up. He already has his work cutting out for him changing his newborn's diapers, cleaning up vomit was not on his list of to dos.

He would have told her to go ask you to clean it up but it's sunday and you usually go out for brunch with your friends. So, unless he somehow coaxed his stubborn son, Megumi, he'd have to do it himself.

When he finally reaches the bathroom, he groans in annoyance at how she just barely missed the toilet had she run a little faster she would have made it. To make matters worse it looks like she tried to clean it up herself and just spread it all everywhere.

"Oh, Sprinkles threw up too! Cuz he ate some of mine."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" A deep unsettling groan rips from his throat. Yui finds the whole ordeal funny, she's giggling and cooing at her father.

Bonus: A few days later you're walking past Yui's room and you hear her yell, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

You instantly stop, "Excuse you little girl, who did you hear say that?"

"Dad said it when he had to clean up my throw up!!" She smiles brightly at you. She's so innocent she doesn't fully understand the weight of what she's said.

"That's a bad word sweet girl. Don't say that anymore, got it?"

You're given a little nod to indicate she understands.

"TOJI WHERE ARE YOU?!" He's about to get an earful from you.

Nanami Kento:

"Hey guys, I came as soon as I could." You exhale deeply as you set your keys on the rack and slip off your shoes. Kento had picked up your son because the school called saying he'd thrown up.

Kento appears from the hallway with a finger on his lip telling you to "shh".

You lower your voice to a whisper, "Is Hiro alright?" Kento walks up to you and gives you a comforting hug which you really needed.

"Yeah he's resting right now. He threw up in the car. Twice. I was going to go clean it up right now. Emmie should be waking up from her nap soon, though." You're so grateful to have a husband you can rely on in a time of need.

When Hiro's school had called you, you were in the middle of a very important meeting so you couldn't leave. Nanami had left work early to go pick up your son.

His smile is so intoxicating. You pull him by his collar and make his lips meet yours. He immediately reciprocates by bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and kiss you back.

"Thank you, baby." His eyes are so beautiful and if you didn't have to go make sure to be there for your baby girl you would have continued to stare at them.

"Of course my love. Parenting is a two person thing for a reason."

"I bet by next week we'll be sick too." You say chuckling dryly.

"Most likely, yeah." He says shaking his head. He begrudgingly walks out to his car to clean up the vomit in the backseat.

[love-takes-work]

if there were a Steven Universe-themed cafe, what would you want on the menu?

Ya know, this would be very difficult to narrow down, even with you saying it would be a whole café with a Steven Universe theme so it wouldn't have to share with any other theme! Having made well over 150 Steven Universe recipes myself, I know there's a LOT to choose from, and it would be hard to get a good highlights reel down.

However, if you're gonna go with a Steven Universe theme in a café, you would have to be able to appeal to casual fans as well as deep Steventhusiasts. That means you would want the well known classics as well as stuff that the hardcore fans would remember, but you would also want stuff that's Gem-themed and fits the vibe without necessarily referencing specific food that's been eaten on the show! But of course, you also wanna have a good mixture of nutritious/filling food and snacky/desserty food. So you'd need a good variety!

We'd have to call our café The Best Diner in the World, of course.

BREAKFAST

Together Breakfast (Single or Family Size)

Best Breakfast in the World

Bagel Sandwiches

Biscuits & Jam ("He's the biscuit!" "And she's the strawberry!")

Waffle/Egg Sandwiches

Baby Melon

Various cereals (the show has cereals that look like Cheerios, Froot Loops, and Honey Smacks)

MAIN COURSES / SPECIALS

Fish Stew Pizza

Square Pizza

Hot Dogs / Veggie Dogs

Pizza Bagel with Fantastic Fries

Salmon Bagel Sandwich ("Perfectly Timed Afternoon Sandwich"), comes with Chaaaaps

Club Sandwiches with Gem-themed anchoring toothpicks

Amethyst's Torta (also comes with Chaaaaps)

Zucchini with Linguine

Pepe's Burgers Meal

SIDES & SNACKS

Fry Bits

Snack Sushi

Caprese Salad

Chaaaaps

Onion Rings

Breadsticks

Popcorn

Spicy Pretzels

Mozzarella Sticks (to violate the food treaty)

BEVERAGES

Sugar Shock Shut Down

Fountain Soda

Coffee

Tea

Fresh-Squeezed Lemonade

Apple Sidra

Fancy Orange Juice

Hot Cocoa

(You could put some of the beverages in cups or cans labeled "Guacola" and "Durian" but I recommend against actually making a drink with those.)

DESSERT

Donuts (Fire Salt optional, in cute tubes. Use Pop Rocks for sizzle!)

Cookie Cats

Ube Roll Slice

Star-shaped cookies

Steveny Gem-themed cupcakes

KIDS' MENU

Crying Breakfast Friends meal

Noodles and Butter

Hot Dogs

Juice Boxes (Durian design)

Macaroni & Cheese (Maybe let them mix it themselves, so they can be served macaroni & nothing)

Pepe's Burgers Kids' Meal

I have no idea what I would order. It would all be too tempting!

You'd have to have a performance stage up in the corner with a banner over it that says BEACH-A-PALOOZA and have local acts or open mic stuff sometimes, and stock the place with games (some SU-themed!) as well as having maybe a little gift shop with Steveny trinkets and coffee mugs. Yesss!

[quitealotofsodapop]

More assorted canon-compliant LMK hcs:

In addition to Pigsy being *passionate* about food culture; he despises food waste. Like, those tiktoks with the gross, wasteful "food hacks"? Instantly raise his blood pressure. He also has banned all instant noodles from the premises. MK got grounded once for hiding cup noodles in his room.

Tang hides snacks in his changpao/clothes like he's storing them away for winter. You shake this man and candy, oranges, and packets of jerky are gonna fall out of him like a pinata. His gut reaction to seeing someone crying/upset is to unpeel an orange and hand it to them, since fruit calmed MK down when he was little.

Tang wears his changpao/long tunic cus he wore it one time for a history class and he uh... liked it too much to return it. It's like a super-long hoodie, he found it so comforting that he never turned back.

In addition, the tank top Tang wears under his tunic was made around the time Pigsy first started selling noodles. Tang and Sandy came up with a few mock-up logo designs for Pigsy's food truck and the tank top was a concept for a "uniform". Pigsy begrudingly used the design for his business until a certain muddy toddler drew the logo seen today. Tang still treasures the tank top tho.

Pretty much confirmed, but MK created the logo for Pigsy's Noodles - hence the signature on the sign and why he was so adamant on getting it back from Spider Queen. More specifically, it was one of his *first* ever drawings. Pigsy was convinced the kid was scared of him somehow, with all the silent staring he did in the first few days. Then toddler MK waddled up to Pigsy one afternoon, happily showing off his drawing of a smiling pig holding a bowl of noodles. Pigsy cried. It's also how he learned MK's name.

Despite being pretty good at cooking learned recipes, MK is terrible when he experiments with food. His first few culinary creations made the "esteemed critics" (aka Tang and Pigsy) visibly ill for days. He had a MasterChef phase as a pre-teen that took years off of Pigsy's life.

Sandy is in a group chat for people looking for/willing to pet sit. Whenever the gang needs to go on a big adventure, Sandy organises stuff with his group to take care of his foster cats while he's away/is using the boat. He in turn pet sits for them in exchange for the occassional hot meal and change.

The "secret HQ" in Sandy's boat is still there. The MKrew just forgot about it. Sandy has re-taken the space to act as an isolation room for strays. He's not sure if Mei still has trackers in her friends.

Mei's dad bought her a bunch of the flashy tech and vehicles in the HQ as a birthday gift after she told him that her and MK were going to be superheroes together. He's a big nerd at heart.

Sun Wukong had the crate of Ginseng Fruit Babies cus he tried contacting Five Village Abbey to try another fruit, only for some commotion to cause a bunch of them to dislodge early - the "unripe" fruit fell and became little fruit fairies/yao. Zhenyuan was so mad that he made SWK deal with it. After Mo "babysat" them in "Pig Pong Panic", SWK managed to send the Ginseng Fruit Babies up to the Celestial Realm, where they now live blessing/terrorizing the imperial orchard (and being adored by their adoptive seven orchard fairy mothers).

Speedy Panda is it's own brand of convenience stores with a range of microwaveable meals (think 7/11 or Meiyijia). Jin and Yin bought a bunch of locations in Metropolis as part of their plan to demoralise MK. They have since been ousted for wasting company funds on the Food Wars incident. Pigsy is still pissed off at the delivery drivers for physically assaulting his employee/son.

After being attacked by the Speedy Panda drivers the first time, Pigsy gave MK a bottle of pepper spray as a safety precaution. No matter that his boy is super-powered, he's a worried dad deep down.

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Crybaby Noodles From “Hunger” | Netflix’s Thai Culinary Delight

If you’re a fan of food-themed movies that tantalize your taste buds and ignite your culinary curiosity, then Netflix’s Thai movie “Hunger” is sure to capture your attention. Within the captivating storyline of this film, one dish stands out and leaves viewers intrigued: the famous Crybaby Noodles. Let’s delve into the world of “Hunger” and uncover the allure of Crybaby Noodles.

The Plot Of “Hunger”

In the movie Hunger on Netflix, there were some really surprising and unusual dishes. The movie is about a chef who sells street food and then gets tempted to try fancy dining. A young character named Aoy wants to be like the famous Chef Paul, who is kind of a show-off and does strange things like serving meat from a real cow. But in the midst of all the shocking food scenes, there’s one dish that is especially unique: Cry Baby Noodles, also known as Pad Ngor Ngae.

The Enigmatic Crybaby Noodles

Crybaby Noodles make their appearance in “Hunger” as a dish prepared by Aoy’s father at their family-owned street food restaurant. The exact recipe for these noodles remains a mystery, leaving viewers curious and eager to uncover their secrets. The name “Crybaby Noodles” adds an air of intrigue, inviting us to explore the dish’s unique flavors and significance within the movie.

Understanding The Ingredients

To create the Crybaby Noodles, let’s start by familiarizing ourselves with the key ingredients. These include lap cheong (Chinese sausage), dried shrimp, fish tofu, eggs, XO sauce and miso paste mixture, garlic, ginger, soy sauce, oyster sauce, fish sauce, MSG, salt, rice noodles, and chopped green onion (chives).

Preparing The Ingredients

Before we dive into the cooking process, it’s important to prepare all the ingredients. Dice the lap cheong into small bits, soak the dried shrimp according to the package instructions, and dice the fish tofu into small pieces. Additionally, mince the garlic and ginger, cook the rice noodles according to the package instructions, and chop the green onions…Read More

Source: Millionaire Business Articles

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How to Make Delicious Cry Baby Noodles: A Step-by-Step Recipe

Are you ready to embark on a culinary adventure that will tantalize your taste buds and warm your soul? Look no further than Cry Baby Noodles! This comforting and flavorful dish is perfect for any occasion, whether you’re craving a cozy night in or hosting a dinner party with friends. In this article, we’ll take you through the simple steps to create your own batch of Cry Baby Noodles that will…

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Cry Baby Noodles Recipe: A Flavorful Recipe for Your Taste Buds

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Cry Baby Noodles Recipe-4allrecipes

Welcome to a gastronomic journey that will tantalize your taste buds and bring tears of joy to your eyes the Cry Baby Noodles Recipe! This unique recipe is not just a dish; it's an experience that combines the perfect blend of flavors, textures, and a touch of spice that will leave you craving for more

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mommy 🥺🥺😚🩷

as i was scrolling through my pinterest feed i found the slutty brownies recipe too and thought of you aaaah they look so good i wish i could make them 🥹🥹🩷

i’m going to go to the restaurant today i wish i were going with you though my love 🥺🥺 i’ll tell you what i got later 🥺🩷

thank you so much for being here with me mommy 🥺🥺 whenever i’m nervous to post you always make me feel better about my writing and myself in general 🥺😭 i am so excited to read needy my love 🥹🥹🩷

i love you so so much my crystal gem!! 🥺😚🩷🩷💎

my cherry baby~ 🥺🥺😚🩵🩵

aaa you finally found them!! don’t they look so good? they look so sweet though idk if i could handle them but maybe if we made them and ate it together 😳😳 (sounds like overkill but i feel like it would be really good with vanilla ice cream! i love a good brownie with ice cream moment even if the brownie itself is like three different things lol)

i wish i could go to the buffet with you it sounds so good 😫😫 every time you tell me what you had there you make me wish i was there too >< i wanna feed you noodles and have a lady and the tramp moment 🥺🥺👉🏾👈🏾

of course my love, i’ll always be there for you 🥺🥺🩵 i’ll be here when you need your own personal cheerleader or a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to, anything! i’m all yours <3 i love you so much my cherry bonbon~ 🥺🥺���🩵🩵

[lowkeyremi]

Dating the teacher P2 plsssss <3 (if you want to do a part 2)

I was actually thinking about doing part 2 I just wasn't sure when, thanks for prompting me to do it :)) also sorry this took me so long, my motivation is still slowly coming back, which also explains why this is so short

"Mom I swear the hot cocoa's good! Just try it!!!" Denki tries for the 5th time? You think it's the 5th, you started tuning him out because you're nervous.

It's christmas break for Denki, and you decided that it's finally the time for him to meet your boyfriend... his teacher.

"I'm good hon, I promise." You offer him a smile and he returns it.

"Okay! Anyway, I'm excited to meet your boyfriend. He's nice right? If he isn't I don't think we'll get along. You deserve to be happy after being alone for fifteen years." Denki's been chatting your ear off about Shota for the past two days (since he got back home). He doesn't know it's Shota though.

Denki made one of those ugly sweaters for him, so he could match you and your son. He wants to be a "happy family" his words not yours, you thought the two of you were a happy family, but Denki had said, "we're happy but not complete! Do you know what I mean? I don't know just ignore me." His words repeated in you're head for awhile.

It's true that you're happy.. but are you complete?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the door bell rings. You can feel your stomach drop, "I'll go get it!" Denki runs to the door, you spring up off the couch and follow after him. He opens the door, "Good evening, Denki."

"Mr. Aizawa?!" Denki yells in surprise. His body twists to look at you.

"Are you sleeping with him to get me good grades?" Denki asks, and you open your mouth in shock.

"Denki! What the hell are you talking about? You get good grades because of your effort!" Aizawa quirks a brow at Denki's question.

"I'm so sorry Shota, come in." Your child is still in slight shock at the fact that you're dating his teacher.. teacher!!!!

------

The first couple of minutes are awkward. Shota's sitting next to you on the couch and Denki's sitting on the single seater furthest away from the couch. He doesn't say a word while the movie's playing. Obviously he's not too interested in it, he must be thinking you presume.

Shota rubs his large, warm hand up and down your thigh, an attempt to comfort you. "He'll come around, don't work yourself up over it." He whispers into your ear. You really wanted to cry, in your mind you'd hope everything would go well but with the way your son is distancing himself from you... must mean he doesn't approve, right?

"I hope so, I really want him to like you, Sho." Those comforting arms of his wrap around you. Shota Aizawa is the world's best cuddler, and anyone who disagrees can fight you.

"Mom."

Those nerves which just settled jumped sky high once again, "yes, baby?"

"I'm uh- happy for you. Hope you didn't get the wrong idea. I was just kinda shocked y'know. Like, Aizawa sensei of all people.." he trails off not finishing that sentence.

"I can assure you Denki, that I treat your mother well. Just as I take care of all my students. I'm sure you must think I'd be the last person to be domestic." Shota's voice is smooth as always and you calm down a little bit. Nervous breath slows into something somewhat normal.

"That's exactly what I was thinking! You're always in that sleeping bag and stuff. And you're mean sometimes!" Denki whines slightly and you take the opportunity to slip into the kitchen.

You'll let them talk, man to man... or man to boy? You'll never accept time aging up your baby boy.

The kitchen smells delightful, it's just cold enough for chicken noodle soup, so that's what you've decided to make. It's a recipe passed down in your family but you like to add your own little twist which makes it special.

If anything goes with chicken noodle soup it's grilled cheese. The cheese melts perfectly with the bread while it's cooking on your greased griddle. It's only been about thirty minutes since you escaped the living room and you hear Shota and Denki laughing together.

That weight on your shoulders has suddenly been lifted and relief settles in. Thank God, you were scared things would go south.

"Mom, you have to keep him. He told me he took you sky-diving for your birthday! I would have never expected him to go sky-diving but he went because you wanted to." A big smile cracks on your face when you see that glimmering shine in Denki's eyes.

"Hey Mr. Aizawa does that mean I can call you Shota outside of school?!"

"Shota, dad, whatever fits the bill, kid." Shota wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin on your shoulder. (i think i have an obsession with men hugging you from behind)

"That smells so good, pretty mama." He breathes out evenly. Your own breath hitches at the new nickname.

But of course your ever loving son ruins the moment, "ewwwwww disgusting! Can you flirt when I'm not right here?! I might barf in my chicken noodle soup."

Somehow you and Shota roll your eyes in sync and Denki snorts.

"I love you mom and dad." He says softly.

That fucking does it, the tears spill. Happy ones at that. Your son has accepted Shota into his life. You expected it'd at least be a few months, maybe years before he'd start calling him dad, but you figure with no father figure in his life, having one right now must mean the world to him.

"I love you too my sweet little boy." Shota wipes those tears with his big scarred hand.

"I'm actually not little I'm about sixteen years old." He argues.

"You've still got a few months until you're sixteen."

[rayslittlekitten]

Old Dog, New Tricks

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: I wanted to put Dad!Will in reading glasses and also have him do Lucy's hair so I mashed them together. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde and @spanishmossmagnolia for taking a look at this!

Word Count: ~970

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: It's time Will learns how to groom Lucy's hair.

Contains: a little domestic Dad!Will

You've caught the flu that Lucy had just gotten over and it’s hit you hard. You've had a fever for the last couple of days and are nearly bedridden. You haven't felt this bad since the last time you got such a wicked sinus infection, you wanted to rip your face off. Will has been taking care of both you and Lucy and has been doing a superb job, as expected. After serving you some of his signature homemade chicken noodle soup, a family recipe, and checking your temperature, Will makes a crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Lucy. While she's taking her time nibbling at it, Will is at the kitchen table next to her looking through YouTube videos on his phone with his reading glasses perched on his nose. He hates wearing them because it makes him feel old, but he knows he needs it to read those tiny letters. He already feels embarrassed enough he’s had to make the font so large on his smartphone.

He's watching videos on how to braid Lucy's hair. The last two days have been a disaster as he tried to groom her hair before dropping her off at school. He would just quickly comb her hair and attempt to put it up in a neat ponytail. Yesterday he put it up in a side ponytail. He remembers when he was her age, the girls in his class wore it like that, but it turned out a bit lopsided. Lucy came home crying because her side ponytail didn’t stay put and she didn’t know how to fix it.

Will learned to tie all the knots you can possibly throw at him while in the military, but he never learned how to braid. He's decided to take the weekend to learn a few things. He adjusts his seat and Lucy's seat a bit to set himself behind her. He gently brushes out her long hair, trying to untangle it.

“Ow! Daddy!”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

He successfully gets the knots out gently and starts gathering her hair in the same manner as the woman is doing in the video. Looking over the top of his glasses, he tries to copy the same movements, and then glances back down at the video through his glasses.

"Okay, that wasn't so hard." Will takes a hair tie and secures the end of the braid. It looks a little looser than the one in the video, but it's decent considering it's his first time.

"Daddy, I like it when you play with my hair," Lucy turns to face Will while chewing.

"Sweetheart, don't talk while you eat. Finish chewing and swallowing first." He takes his glasses off and then grabs her napkin to swipe off the jelly on the corner of her mouth while she swallows her bite.

"What are you going to do to my hair nekth?" Lucy asks.

"What else do you want me to do with your hair?" Will asks cluelessly.

"Thometimesth mommy put-thit in a bun." Lucy takes another bite of her sandwich.

"A bun?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Mm hm," Lucy nods while chewing.

Will pops his glasses back on and goes back to YouTube to look up how to create a bun on top of his daughter's head. Some results are already popping up when he starts typing in "how to create bun" and seeing so many options. "4 Easy Ways To Tie a Bun".

"How many ways can there be? Geez," Will asks nobody.

"There are tho many braidsth too. Mommy doesth the regular one and the French one. My clathmate Liv had a fishtail one and it looked tho cool," Lucy answers.

"What? Fishtail braid?" Out of curiosity, he looks up a fishtail braid and he is immediately intimidated by the look of it, but he wants to at least give it a shot. After watching the tutorial, he undoes her braid and starts brushing her hair out again.

"This actually doesn't look so hard." Will starts going back and forth again between braiding her hair and glancing at the video to make sure he's doing it right. At some point he loses track of what he's doing and messes it up. He undoes the braid he did and starts all over again.

"Daddy, can I please have a glath of milk?" Lucy mumbles through her peanut butter-filled mouth.

"Just a moment, sweetheart. I think daddy's almost got this." Will gets the hang of it and follows through, repeating the same movement throughout the rest of her hair. He ties the end and fluffs the braid a bit like in the video.

"Okay, this looks correct." Will is proud of his work, he even takes a picture of it and shows it to Lucy.

"Ooh!! You did it, daddy!" Lucy starts reaching back to feel the braid, but Will catches her sticky hands to wipe them down before letting her touch her hair.

Will pushes his glasses up to perch them on top of his head and then gets up to pour Lucy a glass of milk. When he walks back to hand it to her, she asks if he can do something else to her hair.

"I'm up for the challenge. What do you want next?" Will asks.

"Can you cut my hair?" Lucy asks.

"No no! No cutting, no coloring. Just styling," Will tells her.

"Can you make my hair like a printheth?" Lucy turns and looks up at him with a milk mustache.

“You’re already a princess,” Will smiles at her. “Of the Miller Castle.”

“That meanth you’re the king of the cathel,” Lucy giggles.

“Alright, princess, finish your milk and sandwich.” Will removes his glasses from the top of his head and places it on the table.

“Yeth, King Daddy!”

[squadrah]

From My CuriousCat

"I’d absolutely love to hear your take on La Squadra's favorite foods or drinks!"

The original question included some very kind words and I want to thank the Anon, whoever it was, for being so nice to me in the past!

Risotto: His absolute favorite is gnocchi; he even has a traditonal wooden gnocchi shaper in the common kitchen for the purpose. Will have it with any topping, but prefers either something light (basil, tomato, etc.) or a thick ragú. Drinks mulled tea, as he won't touch alcohol.

Formaggio: He adores his mother's cooking, especially her goulash. He once snuck back home just to grab her recipe for it, but when Risotto finally made it for him, Formaggio claimed it just wasn't the same. Loves a good mojito, it cheers him up instantly no matter what.

Prosciutto: His number one spot is shared by beef tartare and osso buco, one for the raw, perfectly seasoned tenderloin and the other specifically for the marrow. If he could, he would order one or the other at any given restaurant, followed by a cafè corretto alla sambuca.

Pesci: He could probably subsist on fried calamari if they let him, he relishes sea food and the warm crunch of the batter, with or without a splash of lemon. Loves cuoppo in general, but fried calamari is his favorite. Also milkshakes: he has never met a flavor combination he didn't like.

Ghiaccio: He hates himself for it, but he loves chocolate anything, and the fudgier and richer it is, the more he will crave it. Also learned to love tofu when well seasoned and prepared; if the texture hits right, he's in heaven. The only one who actually enjoys flavored mineral water.

Melone: All he wants in life is a gluten-free margherita pizza that tastes good and has excellent texture; Risotto has been experimenting, so they're getting there. Can't really have alcohol because of all his medication, so he learned to embrace virgin piña coladas.

Illuso: Has grown extremely fond of his own microwave cuisine, but also got very addicted to ragú the way Risotto makes it, and could eat it straight out of the pot with some ciabatta well before it ever finished cooking. Loves horchatas, but has to go out of his way to get them so it's a rare treat.

Sorbet: He's absolutely pining for a good cevapi; it used to be a special treat in his youth, something that signalled brighter days coming, so now he is very nostalgic for it. Enjoys most hot beverages, but especially likes a rich hot chocolate with a splash of cognac.

Gelato: For him, nothing beats a great stew with homemade noodles, and by that I mean a huge pot of the stuff with chunks of meat, plenty of fatty bits, and as much chili as humanly possible. They think he's crying in pain, but those are tears of joy. His favorite is any kind of bitters: medicinal booze, baby!

[nursegracecreates]

Thanksgiving Dinner with the Sally Face Gang (+ Travis, Will, Neil, Soda and Robert)

🍁🍂🦃🍂🍁

The gang decided to get together for Thanksgiving after Sal noticed you were feeling a little down

Ash came back to town and you called Travis and Will to join in on the festivities

Larry and Sally invited Robert too

The day before, you, Maple, Soda and Ash braved the grocery store with a list of items collected from everyone in the house.

Ash almost fought an older woman for the last turkey

Soda is one of those really smart but really distractible kids. She can be gone in the blink of an eye (@crowbiden )

Since the store was crowded, you guys had no choice but to put her on a kid leash.

It's yellow with a duck backpack!

So when she posted up in front of the Halloween clearance aisle, specifically in front of a vampiress doll, short of picking her up as she threw a fit, there was no moving her.

So she got the doll, naming her Marlena.

Soda is just such a treasure to the group that you all actually spoil her because she's "the best baby"

Upon your return home, Maple threatened Chug over the food, telling him not to touch any of it, that he'd just have to wait until tomorrow

He suffered all night on the couch because he could smell the roast beef

It must taste amazing. Possibly the most amazing thing Chug had ever tasted

Surely they wouldn't notice if a small chunk was missing?

No. Maple said he had to wait so he would.

The next morning, Robert showed up, always the early bird, and you, Maple, Ash and Sal started cooking

Travis and Will arrived an hour later and offered to help cook, but Ash sent them into the living room, as the kitchen was already pretty full.

So they joined Larry, Chug, Soda and Robert in the living room

The three men spent a while letting Soda show them Marlena and even played dolls with her.

Neil and Todd came back home a few hours later after visiting with Neil's parents and with Ray and Janis

Ray and Janis sent a "gift bag" for Sal and Larry, telling Todd to tell them to have a very green holiday

Of course, everyone in the kitchen kept an eye out for Chug

You started noticing small amounts of shredded cheese, French fried onions, bacon bits, pecans and scoops of whipped cream were going missing

And Chug was coming to "check on Maple" every 15 minutes

Sal noticed too and ended up threatening Chug with the wooden spoon he was holding

Unfortunately, this didn't dissuade Chug.

Sal caught him red handed 30 minutes later, making Chug cry out, more in surprise than pain, when he rapped him sharply on the knuckles with his soup covered wooden spoon

Chug returned to the living room with a growling stomach, licking his knuckles as he went

Sounds of Larry and Robert noodling on the guitar and bass filled the house, causing Sally to abandon the kitchen, rushing to get his guitar and join in, since everything was cooking

All that was left was a lattice on the pie he made

While everything cooked, everyone gathered in the living room, just relaxing and hanging out before the feast

Larry and Sal set up a smoking station in Sal's room for anyone who wanted to relax more, ensuring that anyone who smoked was sleepy and ravenous with munchies by the time dinner was done

Dinner was a conglomeration of dishes: the roast beef, baked mac and cheese, and tater tot casserole were courtesy of Ash; green bean casserole, cherry ambrosia, deviled eggs, and a cherry banana pie that tastes like Christmas from Sal; Larry shared his grandmother's chicken tortilla soup and tapas recipe; Maple made stuffing and gravy and an Almond Joy cake. Travis and Will brought a tropical fruit salad, and Chug asked if s'mores toast could be made. Todd and Neil brought salad and mashed potatoes to the table. And you made a few of your favorite dishes and desserts, while Robert pulled a can of cranberry sauce from his coat pocket

And Soda? Soda "baked" the rolls in the microwave

The food was phenomenal and you all ate your fill and then some

Larry entertained Soda by stabbing forks into two rolls and made them do a dance routine

Alright, he entertained the whole room

Even Travis laughed, getting mashed potatoes stuck in his nose

Will teased Travis relentlessly for this

Will likes to tease Travis when they're amongst friends. He's the only one Travis will tolerate it from. (@crowbiden )

After dinner, Ash and Maple went on a walk. Because they're such close friends, they typically keep their conversations private (@crowbiden )

You sat with Larry, Sal, and Robert in Sal's room as they smoked and played around more on guitars

Soda passed out early after finishing her dessert

When you came back to the living room, she woke up just long enough to crawl over to you, crashing again in your lap.

Slowly, you let the ambient noise lull you to sleep too, hugging Little So to you as you joined her in sleep.

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Should have known better

Prompt: when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove

My first attempt at Dickinette. I hope I did it justice!

Here’s my favourite ratatouille recipe! It’s amazing!

Ao3

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Warnings: mild sexual content & mentions of gun violence, gangs, bullet wounds, fire hazards and unplanned pregnancy

The keys jangled as he took them out of his pocket, the lock clicked open and the old apartment door creaked. He took two steps into the hall, dropping his bag with a thud and closed the door behind him. Running a hand through his long, sweat slicked hair he sighed. Today had been a long day.

A deep inhale inflated his chest, but the black police vest he wore restricted it’s full extension. The smell of a wonderful home cooked meal made his stomach growl. Ratatouille, his favourite.

His heavy boot laden feet created echoing footsteps as he walked into the grey tiled kitchen. His wife stood at the stove humming, the google pad’s screen was lit with the ingredients list. She scooped and flipped the squared vegetable mix before putting the lid upon it for the meal to soften. She turned to her sketchpad, inspired by something unknown. Drawing captured her full attention, her brain’s need to replicate the idea on paper outweighed her focus on her surroundings.

He should have known better. He grew up with vigilantes and superheroes. He should have know never to sneak up on someone, especially if they knew how to fight; although this rule doesn’t count for villains (they know what they did).

For Marinette, it had been a long day of ripped seems and designer’s block.. It was nearing on eight when she finally started dinner. Looking at the clock she sighed, ‘Dick’s working late again.’ She hoped he wasn’t caught up in the shooting across town. Two gangs had a disagreement over territory and many civilians got caught up in it. She wanted to help but she had been banned from heroine duties for the time being. Her last ladybug adventure resulted in a bullet to her leg, which was still healing.

Dick took her to the hospital stating she had gotten caught in the crossfire (which now reminds her they need to restock the medical supplies), and they discovered that she was four weeks pregnant.

In present time she was still well within her first trimester, just starting her second month; and she was feeling it too. Vomiting each morning wasn’t fun, more so when it started happening more frequently throughout the day. Their midwife reassured the young couple that it was completely normal, but if it keeps up to come back as it may become hyperemesis gravidarum which will harm the baby.

Baby.

She was still trying to wrap her head around it. She had turned twenty-four last July and Dick was only older by a year. They weren’t planning on this and they had taken all of the precautions to prevent it. Yeah sure, they were married but it hadn’t even been two years! Her worry for the future faded as she reminisced on her husband’s reaction to the discovery. He was shocked for a few seconds before jumping up and down like a toddler who got a toy, beaming with joy. Tears of happiness pricked his eyes, threatening to spill on a moments notice.

Another symptom that weighted upon her was fatigue. She was no longer a teen who could challenge the world with a pen and a cup of coffee. She was a tired, pregnant adult who had to give away her coffee maker due to the temptation being too strong. No more late night or all-nighters designing clothes and completing commissions. She had to lessen her commissions due to the stressful nature of them but working from home, in her own studio helped. It had been a month since she found out and now she just wanted to hibernate due to lack of energy.

Putting down the spatula, she scooped up the pen, suddenly inspired by the mix of colours; an autumn playsuit came to mind. Biting her lip as she drew, neglecting her surroundings, the blare of the news channel becoming white noise.

She should have known better. She was a superhero, albeit she was benched at the moment, but still! The first rule of ‘herodom’ was to always do the right thing, but the second rule was to always be aware of your surroundings.

Arms wrapped around her waist, a small gasps left her mouth and her elbow drove straight back into her captor’s chest. A masculine groan came from behind her, but she paid it no mind as she tried to get out of the man’s strong grip.

“Mari, Mari! Calm down it’s me” Her husband said breathlessly. Her jab winded him, although it was softened by his police uniform, Marinette’s miraculous strength was powerful to say the least. He just wish he didn’t have to be on the receiving end of it.

“Ma moitié! Why would you do that!?” Her anguished cry caused him to hide his chuckle in her neck. Her heartbeat made its presence known within her chest and her breathing was still shallow. Turning within his embrace, she faced him with a pout on her face, “You jerk, you scared me!” She whimpered, her pregnancy hormones had blurred the line between her emotions causing her mood to flip like a switch.

Dick looked down at her with a guilt riddled face. “Shoot Mari, I’m sorr-“

Before he could finish apologising Marinette tugged him down and connected her lips to his. She leaned back into the countertop, cupping his cheek and jaw with both hands. Dick eagerly followed her lead.

He picked her up, his hands moulding the flesh of her thighs. He had done this before, but took extra precautions this time due to her still healing leg injury. He moved her away from the countertop and sat her upon the plush couch. He hovered above her, lips only splitting for a millisecond for air before closing the gap once more.

Marinette pushed on his shoulder and swiftly flipped him so that she was on top. The quick motion caused his head to slam back into the wall, the noise halted their make-out session. Her eyes widened, the cloud of lust had evaporated and rained down on her parade. She apologised multiple times to him, eyes watering in the process.

Dick just laughed before pulling her back in for another kiss. In contrast to the sloppy wet kisses before, the gentleness off Mari’s lips now made him feel like he was made of glass. She filled it with her remorse over hurting him. But as the kiss continued it shifted back to the momentum and passion they had before.

Her hands trailed up his chest, she shivered into the kiss; he had just taken off her shirt, leaving her in her bra. His thumb brushed under the mound of her breast, he felt her furious heartbeat through he skin.

Her focus lowered to his bare neck. Placing kiss upon kiss there and biting occasionally, leaving a trail of pink marks for his colleagues to see during his neck shift. A hand ran down her back as it arced, pushing her bosom into his chest.

They broke apart, foreheads pressed together, bodies flushed against each other’s. She peppered his face with kisses, “I love you”s were stated after each. He returned this action with the same fervour.

Something was wrong though. It was a sudden onset plaguing thought that something wasn't right. They had tried to ignore it but it had become like a tugging string tied around their hearts, signalling an oncoming danger. Wordlessly the two scanned the apartment, neither wanting to part from their entanglement.

Confused the two looked back at the other. Neither finding what set off the warning sensation. As their eyes connected, realisation washed over them like a bucket of ice water. They inhaled the burnt air and scrambled apart; both exclaiming “Fuck!”

Running into the kitchen, the tiles were cold against her bare feet. Dark unventilated smoke hung in the air. Upon entry to the room it was a wall of heat, it was a wonder the smoke alarms hadn’t gone off yet. Dick grabbed a nearby tea towel and swatted at the smoke, he shuffled towards the burners, mouth and nose hidden within his elbow.

Marinette opened all nearby windows, she hoped that the neighbours on the floors above didn’t question the smoke. The couple worked together to set up a system of fans to push out the smoke from the kitchen.

“If Alfred were here he would kill us.” Dick solemnly nodded in reply, ‘we should have known better’. He scraped the burnt black char into the bin, while Mari held the pan. Once the pan cooled down enough it went into the bin too, there was no saving it.

Dick tied up the yellow bin bag and placed the spatula into the sink. “Soooo... want chinese? If you’re up for it, it’ll be my treat.”

Her stomach growled as her eyes flicked to the clock, it was almost nine and she hadn’t eaten since breakfast at seven. She nodded, “sounds good let’s go!”

She walked towards the door, hand on the handle when she realised that he hadn’t followed her. Turning back around she saw him staring at her, cheeks flushed, unmoved from his position next to the bin.

“Um babe?”

“What’s wrong Ma moitié? I thought you wanted Chinese.” Her head tilted, confused at his actions.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking away. “Babe you’ve forgotten your shirt.”

“Shit” left her lips as she bolted back to the couch, vaulting over a counter much to Dick’s disapproval. She heard him scolding her from the other room, but was too hungry to care.

Walking back to him, now appropriately dressed, she grabbed his hand, pulling him out the door. He just sighed, following his crazy wife, throwing the bag into the complex’s dumpster on the way to the car.

No one was getting in between her and her noodles.

[mxrcayong]

part of @nct-writers​’s cafe resonance collab!

genre: fluff, a more UK-based pov of university

summary: jisung, a college student now looking for a job, has decided to apply for a job at the local café. he thought being friends with the manager and its employees has it perks; from unlimited free coffee to whatever pastries haven’t been eaten by the end of the day. needless to say; the perks must end somewhere. 

word count: 2317 words

note: i didn’t make the divider!!

College students practically live by coffee shops. If university was a religion, the on-campus coffee shop would be the bible. Daily, college students’ breath in the coffee beans like oxygen, feel the permanent imprint of coffee mug or a ‘to go’ cup on their lips. They’re surrounded by the smells of different fruity pastries and savory snacks, and the sounds of students either chatting or typing away on their computers. 

It’s no wonder that the university coffee shop was practically a hub of activity. When you sit down to work at Café Resonance, it’s feels like you’re a part of a bigger and collective community, stressing for assessments or just taking a break from their hectic university schedules. It’s especially hectic when you’re a full-time student and work part time.   

“Do I really need to get a job?” Jisung sighed, scratching his head as he leant against the barista’s counter. His six closest friends were working behind the counter: using the coffee machines and decorating the pastries. “Can’t I just use your employee discount on everything?” 

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. “You know I want to, my little mouse.” He teased as he placed another order on his tray, “But I can only put the café employee discount on so many things.” He practically sung as he left, heading to a table to bring another set of students their own cups of their own ambrosia.     

From the cash register, Haechan had just finished taking the orders of the last bunch of the line and immediately replaced Jaemin’s place next to Jisung. “You can always just become a sugar baby.” He suggested, coming over to the display case to grab one of the pastries to heat up per the customer’s order. “Or a pole dancer… aren’t you a good dancer?” 

Jisung immediately protested. “Firstly, no. Secondly, is it even legal? I literally only became an adult this year.” 

“Actually…” Haechan started to counter, only to be interrupted by Mark approaching with a raised hand and a dirty mop. 

“Stop telling everyone to become a sugar baby.” Mark chided as he ducked to get back behind the counter, drudging the cleaning supplies with him. “You do realize that if someone does become a sugar baby, they aren’t entitled to paying for your shit either.” In response, Haechan grumbled under his breath as he gave the bewildered customer overhearing the odd conversation their fruity treat. 

Jisung has visited his closest friends enough to know that working at the café is like a beautifully choreographed dance. It moves like clockwork; with the six doing their roles diligently and without question. So, it’s not unusual for his friends to come and go during the conversation – all taking part whilst separating themselves at the same time. 

“Why don’t you just ask Chenle if you could work here?” Renjun suggested, coming out from the back room where he started baking some more pastries – obvious through his powdered apron. “We all work here already, and we can go through the ropes with you.” 

Jeno immediately stepped in and basically rejected the offer. “Do you remember the last time we hosted an event and Jisung wanted to help?” He prompted, before chuckling. “He tried to wash the food with dish soap…and he broke the broom when cleaning!” 

Almost as if the thought of teasing Jisung summons him, Chenle came out of seemingly nowhere. “Didn’t he leave the broken broom on the floor and just started playing video games?” Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun nodded – remembering the mess the 00-line apartment was that night.  

“Not the best party we hosted.” Jaemin commented, going around the counter to make his own drink now that the list of waiting customers is gone. “But, still, Jisung learns fast. I think he could work here.” 

Chenle let out an introspective hum, before leaning over to whisper to Haechan. With a questionable look on their faces, Chenle decided to call Jisung into the back room and in his makeshift ‘managers office’ (a perk of being family with the owner of the university café). “I’ll consider your application, but I can’t do any nepotism.” He started, “so, you must go through the whole application process.” He paused. “You must come up with your own recipe.” 

With a rule to not discuss recipes with his ‘potential future co-workers’ – which Chenle weirdly specified as everyone but Haechan, Jisung had to get straight to work. In all honesty, he had no baking experience nor ever made a drink without a guiding recipe.

While his six closest friends were out of the equation, he had another friend he could reach out to; Y/N. 

You were in his freshmen orientation group earlier this year. Not going to lie, you initially thought of each other as familiar faces who you’d occasionally wave at or nod in acknowledgement when you walk past each other. However, you later found yourself eating in the same hall cafeteria…and then the same hall pantry…and then, it clicked. You two lived only four doors away from each other in your university hall. 

Needless to say, you two ran midnight McDonald trips basically on a weekly basis. You became integral to Jisung’s daily routine; from waking each other up for breakfast to storming into each other rooms, armed with complaints and rants about the shitty professor who made you read 300 pages for one night. Even on your busiest days, you two would always pick each other up for the hall provided breakfasts and dinners. 

So here you were - Jisung was slouching down on your desk chair while you were resting on the bed, your back against the wall and a pillow in your lap as you tried to help Jisung solve his current problem. “Well…did Chenle give you a prompt or anything?” 

Jisung shook his head, groaning back. “It’s not like we have a kitchen to try and bake either! We only have fridges and a microwave and a….” He tried to recall what was on the floor pantry. 

“Just a fridge and a microwave.” You added. “That means pastries are off the table…how about a drink?” 

Jisung groaned again. “I have a hard time making pre-made coffee!” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle; you remembered that day. It was a scary time for you; your credit card company sent you a text about a fraudulent use of your student account. Not only did you end up stressing to the point of crying, but you also learned it was a false alarm. Luckily, while still reeling from the anxiety inducing news, you ran into Jisung as he was leaving his room. He then took you to the pantry to try and cheer you up with coffee…however, a fire alarm went off and practically deafened the whole university housing cohort for hours. 

And poor Jisung…Jisung was just an awkward little mouse, trying to look innocent as he saw his exhausted neighbors clamber out into the park due to his attempt of making pre-made coffee. 

“Well…you have me. This isn’t hopeless.” Climbing off the bed, you pretended to dust yourself off. “So, let’s go to the pantry? Another one of our…”

Jisung quickly furrowed his brows, interjecting while you still spoke “I don’t think this can be considered snacking…”

“Pantry-time dates.” You stuttered, obviously unsure of the title. Usually, you call them ‘cup noodle dates’ or ‘popcorn dates’; a joke that ran through your small group of friends as well as the resident advisors at the university hall. 

No one likes being in the pantry. Especially the second floor. For one, things always get stolen; from cutlery to a six pack of coke. Secondly, the few times people use the microwave to heat up their meals, they tend to leave the leftovers to rot on the windowsill. But you and Jisung sit there together; maybe because something about it feels open and comfortable, despite the terrible smell. Plus…the two of you placed bets on who could be the thief when people awkwardly clamber on by, and if on one of these ‘dates’ you catch the thief obviously taking something that isn’t theirs? Even better. 

But today… you two will have to be the forsaken thieves. 

“So someone put chocolate powder in the fridge…” You commented incredulously, especially as this fridge is known for freezing things into ice in minutes. “There’s some…expired milk.” Jisung watched as you searched through the fridge for any hidden treasures; feeling more and more unsure of himself as you listed more and more ingredients. “Oh, okay, some non-expired milk. That will be useful.” 

“We can make a latte?” Jisung offered, now on his phone searching up popular café drinks. 

“Yes!” You enthused, finally feeling like this trip to the pantry isn’t useless after all. “But…we should probably write an apology note to the people we’re stealing from.” 

It’s been almost five hours in the pantry. Countless of people came in (however, this time you tried not to place bets as you knew who the real thieves were tonight) and would just stare at the two of you, arguing over a kettle of milk. Even your neighbor Victor came in; having sat and watched you two for a good while (which made Jisung extra cautious; he’s had a theory about him being the forsaken pantry thief for a while). Victor, however, said you two should have a cooking show, to which you scoffed while Jisung basked in the compliment. This very same compliment crossed Victor off of Jisung’s “potential criminals” list. 

Eventually, you had a drink in front of you. A chocolate latte that Jisung insisted on putting salt in, as “Modern Family said it was a good idea”. Admittedly, the first ten versions of this drink were absolute failures; making you go to the bathroom numerous times to vomit out the thick and almost flour-like texture.  

So, for your final check, the two of you grabbed the non-eaten pastries Jisung brought home from the café. Hopefully, this will act as a palette cleanser; especially since tasting all of the failed drinks probably have messed with your taste buds and lowered all sorts of expectations. 

After taking bites into the Suh-ndwitch and Henpretzel, you two finally took sips of the drink you attempted to make since 10pm – with Jisung making far too many references to the Powerpuff Girls opening theme. 

Alas – the taste that flooded their senses wasn’t at all bad, no. Nor was it ‘a little bit of sugar and everything ice’, but it was something you’d expect from Starbucks. You two immediately squealed out of excitement, ignoring the fact that you probably woke the neighboring rooms up at three in the morning. Jisung immediately went over to hug your waist, spinning you around as fast as he could; before something unexpected happens. 

You felt his lips on yours; tasting like chocolate and leftover ingredients that were remnants from his palette cleanser of a sandwich. The feeling was foreign; you never expected to kiss Jisung. He was your best friend, your neighbour; but his lips were soft…and something about this felt right. 

But then the door slammed opened. A zombie-like RA came in and you two immediately jumped to different sides of the room. “I know you two always do your pantry dates, but…” The RA started, obviously sluggish from being woken up at 3am. “We got noise complaints.” 

Jisung awkwardly coughed, apologized, and ran away; leaving you confused in the corner of the pantry. 

Café Resonance were never busy Friday evenings. People were most likely out pubbing or preparing for their weekends of antics. So when Jisung stormed in with a recipe in hand, he wasn’t afraid to celebrate as loudly as if he had just won the Olympic World Cup. “I got the recipe! Can I please have the job?” He practically pleaded, dropping the piece of paper with messy handwriting and the sample drink you two whipped up again the night prior. On top of the page with chocolate colored stains were the words; “Hamji Choco Latte” with (served hot or cold)  at the bottom.

“A recipe?” Everyone but Haechan and Chenle looked confused; with the latter two smirking in the corner of the room. But as soon as Haechan cracked and let out a loud laugh, Mark turned around and immediately recognized the culprits of this misunderstanding. 

“Bruh,” Chenle let out throughout his charming ‘dolphin laugh’, “You had the job – I was just messing with you.” 

Haechan pouted, approaching Jisung to ruffle his hair. “My sweet, small, dumb idiot…how much I love you.” He placed a sloppy kiss at the corner of his head, making Jisung immediately try to scrub it off. 

Jisung scowled, upset he let himself get fooled by his best friends. “At least I got a girlfriend from it…” He mumbled, more to himself, but forgetful of how Jeno’s ears can pick up on anything. It was from my ASMR stint, Jeno would say. 

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed, as if Jisung getting a girlfriend would happen the day pigs would fly. 

“I sent you to make a café recipe, not a love potion!” Chenle cackled even more; while his fellow friends made him explain what happened. 

By the time the store closed, Jaemin gave Jisung the ‘talk’ and warned that although they spent nights in each other’s rooms before, Jisung and you must be ‘safe’ and ‘protected’. 

People always say the first people you become friends with at university don’t always stay friends for life. People tend to clash, find their hobbies, and go different ways. But Jisung was lucky. He met you; his best friend and now his other half. And despite the annoying prank Chenle made that wasted hours of your time, Chenle was right; the Hamji Choco Latte was basically a love potion as it brought the hidden infatuation you had for each other to light.  

Now, every time he picks you up from your lecture hall, he brings one extra-large chocolatey drink to share. 

“Email sent out to residents of NCU Hall: 

Dear residents of the second floor, 

The person who has been stealing cultlery and food has been identified. Victor Cho will be coming by to return any items that may have belonged to you.”

Jisung screamed at the top of his lungs when he got this email. “I TOLD YOU SO!”