#I told my teacher I was drinking the coffee for the flavour

[jellyfishandry]

I've had 318 mg of caffeine today and there are so many different plot ideas in my head that I literally cannot focus on school at all

[chapfallenpoet]

Oatside Coffee

Yesterday I arrived sooner at the gym than I thought after my presentation, which I would like to think did go well. I was caught up with a junior talking about joining their band as a drummer for a Halloween song, and I agreed to try. I started my run first since she was nowhere to be found, and when she arrived I had finished my 1.2 on the treadmill.

We talked a lot about discographies, artists, my style in music, the pieces she would like to perform and it felt so natural. I enjoyed every moment and it was a fragment of solace that I knew better than to hold on to every detail like it will spell out a love letter for me when there is none. I live as it goes, and it goes as time will tell. We shared a medium-spicy bowl of vegetarian 麻辣 together and alighted on separate stops.

I bumped into a junior and then a schoolmate and we talked, joked around and later all sat in the Grasshopper room to get work done. I later moved to the product design room to study my Russian (to no avail) with my classmate seated at the teacher's desk doing his product assignment.

I saw her enter the front doors of the school and walked with her to the room from the lift, and she told me there would be an interview for a new member. I sat at the piano, JN, A and herself sat on the couch.

There was silly tickle fights, banter and giggles. She jokingly chided us that there should be no homoerotic behaviours in the room and the banter increased tenfold. She convinced me to try a song for Valentine's, and I find that my heart is incredibly weak in that though the agreement left my mouth after a time, my heart gave her a yes immediately.

We left early and I followed her to 7-11 even though I didn't have to. I bought an Oatside drink in mocha flavour and as did she, and we talked at a bench til one in the morning. I was invited to her place and we did work together. There was a sweet sense of peace, and I was oddly serene. We talked more, did work, discussed her project and there was a brief moment of breakthrough for her. I left my clothes and my banana at her place because I was so out of it, and the next morning she jokes that It was like a one-night stand. It felt like a funny, sweet dream. Only this time, it was real. I saw photos of her from her youth, and she did mine. Something so endearing about allowing such vulnerability even though I've known her for only a while. Perhaps it isn't limerence after all? I cannot be certain.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Thirteen | Waterfall (Part 2 of 4)

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You keep repeating to yourself this is nothing but a simple and friendly outing, though it's easy to forget with how insistent Frisk and Undyne have been in terms of suggesting the opposite.

The feeling's made worse when you get down from the ride and see how grand and overwhelming the place you've been invited to is. In comparison to the warm and calm ambiance of a regular bakery or a small coffee shop, you're met with people clad in semiformal outfits and a refined atmosphere -- similar to that of a five-star restaurant. What reminds you this is just a place for eating desserts is being greeted at the front by a humbler-dressed, white-furred rabbit monster labeling himself as the second owner of the shop, the name 'Roger' spelled out on his name tag. He greets you and Sans in, and offers you a pamphlet.

"I remember you," he says, facing Sans with a smile. "You're from Snowdin, aren't you? It's nice to see you've found a date up here!" The excitement in his tone warns he's about to ramble. "It's so refreshing to see other people like us! Honestly, we… We made this shop hoping more would show up, but you two are the second couple I've had the knowledge of serving here so far!"

"Like us?" you ask, facing the monster. "Is your partner human?" 

"Yes!" he takes your hand while his nose twitches with pent-up energy. "People always come here talking a little, well... mean about it, so I always have to stay on-watch. The first couple that came here got scared off by one of those customers, but now my girlfriend makes sure to keep an eye out!" He lets go, apologizing after. "I get too excited every time I see pairs like you walk in together, but they always tell me they're just friends! And while I get that, really it's... It's such a joy to have you guys here!"

"We're actually not-"

"I get what you mean." In the spur of the moment, you interrupt Sans when he tries to say the truth. Roger's excitement is too bright to rain on, resulting in you wanting to play along. With how he is, you're sure the skeleton's not going to let you live it down, but one look at the hope in the other monster's eyes is enough to make your heart turn to mush. "This is actually our first date, but we're getting there."

Roger smiles, though it soon fades as he looks at the approaching line of customers from afar. Then, he looks to the shop to see the ones who entered in before you have already sat down. "Sorry for holding you back so much," he adds, huffing as an apologetic look makes its way through. "I try really hard not to get too excited about this kind of stuff, but again... It's so nice to have you guys here!" He points over to the counter, smile reappearing. "Go ahead and stop by the counter, alright? You can order to-go, or sit down, if you want to stay!"

"Thank you," you reply, returning his smile. 

You make way into the shop with Sans by your side, avoiding eye contact all the way to the counter. You already know he has a comment on the ready, so it's not much of a surprise when you hear him speak up right before making it there. "So," he says, chuckling. "First date, huh?" He walks a little closer to your side, trying to get you to look at him, but failing. "...Was that meant as a lie, or are you hintin' at somethin' else there, pal?"

"I'm not sure what to think of this myself, but…" You stop halfway, not wanting to admit your own wants just yet. "In the end, I only did it 'cause I couldn't bring myself to get his hopes down." A pink-furred bunnywoman takes your order. The reply you'd given Sans by text is then worded out by him, along with his own order and Frisk's favourite dessert to-go. While you have your wallet close by, you're not told to pay yet, and are instead led to an empty table, where you're both left to wait. You thank the monster as she leaves and go back to your conversation with Sans as soon as she's gone from your sight. "But even if this was a date, I still don't think I'd be able to accept having another one after today's."

At that, his curiosity rises, shown by the subtle flicker in his irises. "What do you mean?"

You avoid his gaze by toying with the cutlery left on the table. "I need to focus more on raising Frisk before going anywhere with my love life."

"Why?" There's honest confusion in his question despite how blunt and intrusive it is without any proper context, something he catches onto by using another one to elaborate his meaning better. "So you haven't dated anyone ever since that day?"

You nod while thanking a waiter, this one a brown bear dressed in more formal wear; he sets two drinks down -- one for you and one for your company. "I haven't, and to be honest I'd…" Your chest feels tight as so does your throat, both of these almost trying to distract you away from what you're about to say. "I'd like to keep it that way for as long as it's needed." You try to stop yourself from saying anything else, though the coziness of the shop and Sans's presence give you an entry for letting out what's been kept hidden for as long as that day came around. "I need to be there for Frisk, and I need to be more careful of who I date from now on." You're not sure what else's making you open up so much, but you don't exactly stop yourself from continuing with your thoughts. "You see, I… I really don't want Frisk to grow up in an environment full of constant fights and disagreements." 

As soon as you catch yourself, your brain makes a stop, yet your mouth continues to pour out what's making your heart strain as much as it is currently. "There's already enough of that in the world waiting out there for Frisk when they grow up, so the least I can do is make it a little easier for them right now." Your mind hates you at this point, though you can feel the rest of your body grow lighter, tension releasing itself from it. "That's why… why I didn't really try to stop Jerry when he started to drift away; when visits became just once a month, rather than twice a week. We didn't really get along well after we (had/adopted) Frisk, so that's why… That's why I figured it was best to let him go."

When you hear your voice turn weak, you stop, mind sending endless comments of disapproval into your thoughts. You flinch when you have a napkin offered out to you, but you take it when you see Sans nod, still waiting for you. He then pulls back quickly, still avoiding your touch. "So, what I'm gettin' at here's that you feel just as responsible as Frisk did over what happened that day," he says, voice low and tone solemn. "Or at least, that's what it looks like."

Sans stops and looks behind you. The same waiter from before appears next to you and places your dessert first and later his; once more, you thank him and wait until he leaves the table. When he's gone, your companion speaks up again, setting the plate aside to focus on you more. "Don't wanna assume things right off the bat, but…" He takes a pause, picks up a fork, and pierces it through the pastry. Then, he faces you, continuing with, "You kinda feel like you've gotta make up for that? Limiting yourself that much ain't really the best option there is, though."

You hum, face away, and pick up a portion off your dessert to distract yourself from him. "I just don't trust myself enough to make the right decision again." You take the first bite; the sweet's flavour helps you with the situation. 

The harmony of cutlery clicking and outside chatter blend into the background as your conversation with him carries on. While you listen, you take another bite off your dessert to make matters less tense. "Y'know, if this helps, most of us think you did a good job raising the kid." He stops again and brings the cup closer to him. "If you look at it this way, you helped with lettin' 'em make their own choices and decide how to approach monsters back then. In a sense, we're all connected one way or the other -- kinda like how you start off as their teacher, and then take them to an actual school where they'll continue to grow as a person." He sways the drink around and looks down at it for a moment. "And even if it's possible for a kid their age to start shapin' their own mindset and decide what's good, what's alright, and what's not, most of it's still based off what they've been taught so far. They're not fully in control of who they are yet, and that's why it's often a huge responsibility to take -- parenting, teaching, and all that."

He stops again to take a swing from his drink. The view of his skull contorting to allow him a sip was one surprising to watch the first time you saw him and Papyrus eating some of Toriel's vegetable stew the day of the blackout, and even more intriguing the time you invited him over for a meal after finishing with your errands at the school supply. Now that you're seeing it for a third time though, you focus far too much on it, yet you try to brush it off and pay more attention to him. There's plenty of questions present in regard to how monsters worked the way they did -- each different in their own way, given how many types there are -- but you're not quite sure if it would be proper to bring them out so suddenly right now.

"Basically," he continues, setting the drink down. "When you're at that young of an age, you don't have a full understanding of who you are, and that's why it's so important for lil' kids to have good, or at least decent examples for them to follow." He faces you. How direct his gaze feels makes you look away, feeling embarrassment burn your face. "And so pretty much based on how Frisk acted during their time at the Underground, I can tell they've been raised well." His gaze drifts off behind you again, though there's a different look to it this time. In contrast to the one he'd given earlier to acknowledge the waiter's arrival, there's caution present in his irises. "What I'm sayin' here is: you're a good parent, (Y/N). And if you feel like you have to restrain yourself from livin' life, you really shouldn't. You're-"

"Hey, Kevin," a man says, voice coming from behind you. "What did the skeleton say to the hog?" 

The strangeness behind his gaze makes more sense now; the voice that sounds from behind you's far too annoying for it not to belong to trouble.

You hear laughter and another voice reply with, "I don't know, Brayan. What?"

Brayan fakes a swoon and attempts to mimic what you can only assume is Sans's voice, saying, "Oh, you're the exact opposite of me -- all fat and no bones. What a catch!"

More laughter.

"Wait, wait," Kevin says, voice now heard from closer by. "I've- I've gotta good follow-up to that one." Even more obnoxious laughter's heard from him, and a not-so adorable snort comes from Brayan. "I might be fat, but you're the real pig here -- liking me only because of those weird tastes of yours!"

"What's bothering you, mi chicharrón*? You're my type. I'm only saying the truth!

"And I'm done with you, you bonehead!"

One of the two men emerge next to Sans and attempts to push him off his chair to follow-up to their impromptu play, with enough flamboyance and sass to make Shakespeare proud.

You step in, grabbing by the arm who you assume's Kevin and keeping him from finishing his joke. He freezes, though he soon recovers, a grin replacing his surprise. "Hey look, Brayan," he calls out. "Piggy's all angry now!"

Done too quick for you to react, you feel something cold pour over your chest and look to your left to see Brayan with a grin on his face and with an empty glass left on his hand. "Cool off," he says, laughing. 

Before you can process it, something trips his feet and sends his donkey to the ground. 

Both your drink and the skeleton's end up thrown on him as a familiar blue aura surrounds both of the glasses. 

"Wh- What the hell, man?" he shouts, flustered. "Who did that?!"

The human owner of the establishment appears right behind him and brings him into an arm lock. She's just as formally dressed as the bear waiter; a long red dress matches with her lipstick and does the opposite with her light skin and bright ginger hair. The name ‘Jessica’ is spelled neatly on her name tag. "Sounds to me like you're the one who needs to cool off first," she says, pulling him to his feet. Her teeth are clenched and a frown shapes her mouth. "Tell your friend he needs to follow me if he doesn't want the same treatment." She drags both men along with her, leaving you alone with Sans -- plus an audience too big for your liking. 

The brown bear makes his appearance again. A mess of apologies exit his mouth as he rushes over with two new drinks and a towel hung over his shoulder. Sans helps him by taking the latter and approaching your side.

"You okay?" he asks. Carefully, he sets the towel over you, hands moving stiff and awkward when he tries to wrap it around your torso. You bite back a smile at that, his current reticence helping you forget about Brayan and Kevin's actions. Even with how daring he was while flirting, he was inevitably trying his best not to cross unwanted lines with you. "Was it hot?"

Stop.

That word repeats itself over and over in your mind as you use the towel to pull him closer to you, his hands still holding onto it. You take them, let him hold onto your waist, and allow your smile to shine through, heart pounding all the while. "No," you reply, grinning. "But you worrying about me kinda is." You kiss his cheekbone, murmuring a 'thank you, Sans' close to his ear cavity.

The crowd goes wild, whistles and woots being let out as you keep your lips there for a moment, right until you feel his skull turn hot to the touch. When you pull back, his irises are wide, jumpy, and bright, these trying their best to look away from you. He lets go of the towel, steps back, and sits down on his chair while the crowd settles out.

"Uh..." he mutters, short of breath. "No problem, (Y/N)."

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In this case, it's used as a nickname, like honey, sugar, dear, and all that!

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You give me flowers of love

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #39 - Pink

Ship: Nodoka/Hinata

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure

Word Count: 3,757

Rating: M

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

AN: title comes from Bloodflowers by The Cure and is recommended listening for this fic.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Hanahaki, Horror, Gore, Emetophobia/Emetophilia, Angst and Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Past/Referenced Eriko/Hinata, Minor Blood

   Hinata was not the type of girl who could handle horror stories, urban legends, or anything spookier than a rom-com set against the background of a popular coffee shop. However, there was something about this creepypasta that caught her attention. Maybe she read it to prove that she wasn’t a scaredy-cat or maybe she read it because something about it was almost too real.

   It came across her Curestagram feed, screenshots reposted from another site with long form text functions rather than the optimized for photos aesthetic of Curestagram. It wasn’t late at night, quite the opposite, Hinata had just been scrolling as she was half nibbling on a banana muffin for morning tea. So she was kind of bored and not already unsettled by a vague anxiety sort of mindset so she stopped her scroll to read this totally true story from a friend of a friend that had happened upon her timeline.

   The story involved a sickness. A lovesickness, hooking Hinata immediately since she was a hopeless romantic and leaving her vulnerable to what was hiding down below a few paragraphs after and Hinata realised she was reading a surreal medical horror story.

   Supposedly, some girl from a high school in the next town over had been hospitalized due to damage to her stomach and esophagus but ultimately culminated in her passing away from brain damage due to suffocation. The suffocation that was the outcome of the damage she had taken to her stomach and esophagus had, supposedly, been caused by the growing of flowers inside of her. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They were baffled by the impossibility of it. Yet where they failed to posit theories at all, their patient had her own she desperately desired to reveal. 

   The nameless girl, as weak as she was in her final moments of speech and cognition, was certain with the most crystal clear clarity that she could muster said that reason for the flowers growing inside of her was due to a crush that she had been fostering for quite some time. A crush that was so powerful and deep that it had manifested as literal and impossible distress in the form of tiger lily flowers. Though her claims were dismissed as nonsense, despite the very given evidence that she had been vomiting exotic flowers, except by the narrator who was sharing her story online on her behalf.

   Hinata got to the bottom line of the final screenshot and she dropped her phone on the table. She shivered and flinched as her phone clattered. Nyatoran looked up, alarmed, from the milk that he had been sipping.

   “Heh? Are you okay Hinata?” he asked.

   “Y-Yeah, I just lost my grip.” Hinata replied. It wasn’t a lie.

   “Really? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nyatoran pointed out.

   Hinata made an expression that was both guilty and embarrassed, “Er, sort of… I read a ghost story online and I haven’t the stomach for them.”

   “Oh, well, no worries then. I’ll keep ya safe from all the ghoulies then.” Nyatoran boasted.

   Hinata laughed, “Thanks, Nyatoran.” she replied.

   And that was more or less enough to keep her mind off what she had read for the rest of the day as she did her Sunday homework and such. At least until well after lights out. 

   Hinata cursed herself. She knew endless walls of text in screenshots never bore good news but it was under her skin now. It wasn’t even that scary, she tried to convince herself. It just so happened to play off something she had been thinking about in ways that cut deep and yes, even scary. 

   Hinata had a crush of her own. One she didn’t think she ought to act on. Or didn’t know how to act on. 

   Hinata had a crush on Nodoka. She was sweet and gentle yet so motivated. Hinata felt like she learned something new about either herself or Nodoka after every time they hung out. Things never felt old between them despite how natural their companionship was between them.

   Catching feelings for Nodoka was inevitable, Hinata felt regarding their dynamic as close friends and their friendship was relatively intense due to their bond as comrades being Pretty Cures but that made Hinata sick to her stomach with fear. This wasn’t her first crush that she had on another girl. 

   In the not so recent past, Hinata had been wrong reading other girls’ opinions and feelings regarding her before. She and Eriko had been so close, childhood friends with a pact that seemed fit to stand the test of time when they had made it, and Hinata didn’t think it was a coincidence that already scarce contact between them after Eriko moved was when Hinata had confessed her feelings to Eriko. 

   The rejection had been crushing and Hinata had never told a soul about it. The wound was older now but it still hurt so, as lovely as Nodoka was, Hinata didn’t want to gamble their friendship due to that prior rejection. Yet her feelings crackled like electricity near a lightning rod whenever she was around Nodoka anyway. She could only hope that Nodoka was oblivious since she was so inexperienced socially due to her childhood spent mostly in the hospital.

    (And that Chiyu never brought up the blatantly obvious which she would hopefully never do since she knew there was a place and a time and it wasn’t her place).

   Thus, for all these different and entangling reasons, that horror story Hinata had read this morning really resonated. The thought of her unrequited feelings becoming literal, even in the form of pretty and seemingly harmless flowers, and suffocating. It was a very real fear to Hinata despite that fantastical execution that it was captured inside.

   All because she was a magical girl infused with the power of light and thunder. She fought villains who caused infections in nature and created monsters. To her, it didn’t seem too far outside of her sphere of tried and true reality that such a floral disease of the body could exist. Heck, maybe it did exist and was tied to the war that she and her friends were fighting in secret on behalf of the Healing Animals. It was entirely possible this flower vomit disease was another agent or power of the Byougens. 

   Hinata groaned and the more she scolded herself for thinking about these horrible possibilities, the more she thought about them. She tossed and turned all night, in the dark and under the covers of her doona. She knew Nyatoran would live up to his boasting over morning tea if she asked but he was totally conked out in his little room. Hinata couldn’t bring herself to wake him, to unnecessarily burden him, so she just hid from her fears as best as she could in her blankets.

   The following morning, Hinata was a wreck. She had bags under her eyes and was generally a drag. She hasn’t slept a wink last night but just like she was hiding from the horror story in her head, she decided to hide from the aftermath too. She touched up her eyes with concealer and finished off her make-up with a nice little kiss of lip balm, too. She chose a nice tropical flavour: pineapple with vanilla undertones and wore nude in practice. With that, she was ready for what was no doubt going to be a long, long day of school.

   A prediction that she was very right in having. Just making it to lunch felt like an eternity and a half on low energy. Worst still, despite the precautions that Hinata had taken, both Chiyu and Nodoka had noticed that she wasn’t exactly her bouncy self today. Even with her favourite lunch box in her lap with fried chicken and a fruit drink, too.

   “Are you okay, Hinata?” Nodoka asked and she batted her long eyelashes in concern.

   Hinata knew she couldn’t lie or deflect around Nodoka, at least for the most part, and deflated, “No…” she moaned. “I slept awfully last night.”

   “I expect that it wasn’t due to over studying?” Chiyu asked, sniping. 

   “No, I just. Couldn’t sleep.” Hinata shrugged.

   “Well, be sure to put yourself early to bed tonight then. There’s nothing worse than being tired.” Nodoka said.

   “Will do.” Hinata sighed.

   “Also?” Nodoka prompted her.

   “Yeah?” Hinata glanced at Nodoka was she tried a spoonful of rice from her side dishes.

   “Your lip balm has a very strong smell today, I can smell it from here.” Nodoka laughed.

   “Oh, joy…” Hinata hung her head in misery. She didn’t think it was so pungent in the tube.

   “I didn’t mean that in a mean way.” Nodoka panicked whilst Chiyu had a discrete giggle at Hinata’s misfortune. “I really like it. I think it smells nice. Like cherries. I love the smell of cherries best.”

   “Huh?” Hinata mumbled and she stared straight at Nodoka in confusion.

   Nodoka stared back. Also in confusion. “Is something the matter?”

   “Er, no,” Hinata awkwardly began and she forced herself to laugh and she flapped a hand about too to disguise her weirdness, “I must have been so tired this morning that I though I used one lip balm and instead used another.”

   “That is a little odd…” Chiyu murmured.

   But Nodoka seemed to buy it, she gasped, “Fwow, you must have been really tired this morning to make such a mistake. Promise me to get a good night’s rest tonight then.” Nodoka fussed for her.

   “I promise, I promise.” Hinata replied.

   Just as Hinata spoke, the end of lunch bell rang. She moaned with the utmost misery as she hadn’t finished her lunch even slightly and roused much sympathy from both Nodoka and Chiyu. So, Hinata crammed what she could into her mouth and swallowed before returning with her friends indoors to their classroom.

   She plopped down in her chair and desk, her stomach growling almost immediately. Were it not for the teacher at the front of the classroom, Hinata would have flopped down and keeled over right there and then. She would have killed for a nap. Not even a luxurious nanna nap at this point, she would take a horrid power nap. Anything would have been better than nothing. Instead, the best she could muster was some daydreaming whilst scribbling in her work book so she could at least pretend to be paying attention.

   Her mind strayed to Nodoka. She couldn’t help it. A silly little pining schoolgirl was exactly what she was after all. She doodled Nodoka’s name in her margins, surrounded with love-hearts, paw prints, and even flowers. It was a little bit childish but Hinata was a lot childish so she didn’t mind, she was more or less on cloud nine since Nodoka had shown her care for her over lunch, fussing for her like that.

   It was such a small act but it was more than enough to launch Hinata’s heart in a million miles an hour race. So much so, she began to taste something at the back of her throat. It was a sweet taste accompanied by a fizzy sensation. Hinata liked it and it seemed to get stronger the more she daydreamed about Nodoka. Even though it was the middle of class, Hinata was letting her mind completely run away from the contents of what the teacher was attempting to educate on them.

   Finally, after what felt like a day of self torment because of reading some stupid horror story about puking flowers, Hinata felt free of that gnawing anxiety. But just as she revelled in this, her stomach wretched. She dry gagged with the searing taste of bile at the back of her throat and her hand automatically clamped over her mouth, pen and all. The prior anxiety might have dissipated but a new one had spiked in its place.

   Hinata frowned. Was it because she hadn’t eaten all her lunch that she suddenly felt nauseous? Or was it something else? She begged that it wasn’t her period, she was still quite irregular so this felt off or early to her.

   Then she gagged again. She swallowed it back down. Hard. Whatever she swallowed was thick and sweet. It wasn’t vomit, Hinata had the startling realisation. She tried hard to keep it down but she failed. She vomited into her hand, or at least something similar. The motions were awful, worse than anything else she had ever had to eject from her body orally before.

   Hinata felt sick to the very bottom of her stomach. Her hands shook as she slowly removed the one over her mouth and… and she couldn’t believe her eyes. They widened in shock as she saw the head of a flower in the palm of her hand. It was a cherry blossom, she realised. The pale pink petals were frayed at the edges, burnt by stomach acid and wet with her saliva; the anthers of its centre drooped and dragged, splayed across the petals. Her skin crawled as she marveled at the insane gravity of the situation. She quickly paled.

   And the teacher noticed, “Hiramitsu, are you okay?” he asked from in front of the chalkboard, looking up concerned from the book he was reciting from.

   “I-I, um, I need to go. To the nurse.” Hinata eked out her words with strained difficulty.

   Her stomach flipped and she could feel another one coming up. It slithered up her throat and she hated the slow, dreadful sensation of it, the way it made her mouth taste of bile and cherries in horrible combination. Hinata bolted to her feet, afraid, alarming the whole class. She hid her mouth behind her hand again, holding tight that first flower that she had vomited.

   “I need to go.” Hinata mumbled and she fled.

   The feeling of her classmates' eyes on her felt like broken glass digging. She knew, deep down, they didn’t mean harm but their gazes only served to amplify the terror she felt as she fled. She was fast at first, escaping from the classroom but her stomach lurched and she vomited another flower and then again but two at once this time.

   Hinata stopped in the hallway, she had to rest her shoulder against the wall just to stand as she looked down into the palm of her hand. The flowers were accumulating against her skin, wet and heavy, and accelerating in pace of production. Already she felt another lurch and this one was dire, Hinata didn’t think she would be so lucky to only vomit one or two this next time.

   She had to get to the sick bay. She wasn’t sure what she would do there but anything had to be better than nothing, so she hobbled on in immense pain. By nothing less than a miracle, Hinata managed to get to the nurse’s suite without collapsing. Or with leaving too many flowers in her meagre wake.

   The school nurse panicked almost immediately when she saw Hinata in this state. Hinata sputtered out a thank you whilst she was put to bed. Hinata curled up under the sheets, her stomach lurching and mangled petals dripped out of her mouth. She had to hide her ailment from the nurse. She just had to. She didn’t know how to explain it or anything else pertaining to it but fortunately, the nurse bought her some time by going to use administration’s phone to let her father know that Hinata was in immediate medical distress.

   Hinata held her scrawny belly with one hand and her mouth the other. No matter how hard she tried, these flowers kept dredging up from inside of her and it was worsening. There was distention building inside of her, it was as if she could feel the bushels of cherry blossom flowers forming inside of her and something else too. It was raw and firm and poking up through her like a stick. Hinata moaned in utter agony as she tasted not just sweetness and bile in her mouth, but the cutting, metallic taste of blood too.

   She whimpered as she tried to swallow it down. Attempting so, just made the nicks and cuts to her throat worsen and the petals to clog. Her lungs ached sharply as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes squeezed tight and she begged every deity she could think of for a saviour.

   The door to the sick bay opened again. Hinata murmured to herself and the curtain was pulled aside, “Hinata?” a sweet voice greeted her.

   “Huh?” Hinata slurred.

   She rolled over, still holding herself but even a simple and slow motion like that was enough to rouse her illness violently. Her grimace was deep on her face as she tried to look at Nodoka, even feebly.

   “A-Are you okay, Hinata?” she asked. “I couldn’t sit by and worry when I saw you ill you were, what’s wrong?”

   Hinata opened her mouth. Mostly to reply, but that’s not what happened. She threw up in front of Nodoka and Nodoka couldn’t believe her eyes. Hinata was throwing up bushels upon bushels of flowers. Cherry blossoms. Nodoka blinked. She couldn’t believe the sights - or the smell. The smell was disconcerting with how almost pleasantly fragrant it was, heightening Nodoka’s realisation that this wasn’t Hinata pulling pranks.

   “H-How on Earth did this happen…?” Nodoka asked.

   She was horrified yet found herself unable to resist the impulse. She picked a blossom out of the pile that Hinata had vomited up. It was soft in her hand, even if it was grotesquely wet.

   “I - I don’t-” Hinata tried to speak but she cut herself off when she felt something jut out of her mouth. An entire branch of cherry blossoms began to spike out of her mouth.

   Her eyes began to roll back on themselves as Nodoka watched, in abject and frozen horror, as Hinata contended with this stick inside of her. It emerged slowly from the depths of her throat and made her chest convulse. Her fingers spasmed as she choked around it, flowers blooming along the thin and coarse branch.

   “H-Help me.” Hinata sputtered out.

   Nodoka nodded. She was scared, her heart was pounding, but she was first and foremost a helper of most empathetic ends. She had been on the receiving end of a strange and bizarre illness that had rendered most her childhood for naught. She couldn’t just let Hinata struggle. Suffocate.

   So, she got onto the bed with Hinata. She straddled her so she could best approach the foreign object inside of Hinata. She focused her eyes and was as ready as she could ever be for an amateur operation quite like this one. Nodoka reached out and pinched the end of the branch delicately. It was entirely unsafe, Nodoka knew that, but she began to pull. She peered into Hinata’s pink mouth was clogged with twigs and petals, and tried her best to dislodge what she could.

   Hinata gagged. Tears in her eyes and she plead, silently and afraid, that Nodoka could handle this. Nodoka’s hands shook but she did, in fact, manage. She tried her hardest and she did succeed even if it felt pyrrhic as Hinata screamed out as the last, and thickest, part of the cherry blossom branch was removed. 

   Nodoka flinched hearing the scream, dropping the cherry blossom branch between them. Hinata spat out blood and petals but the cherry blossom branch had been removed. She caressed her neck and it was raw with what it had been through. Her touches did little to soothe or quell her pain, she looked up at Nodoka with pathetic, red rimmed eyes.

   “What was that?” Nodoka asked, her heart quaking. “How could any of this be possibly real?”

   “I - I don’t know.” Hinata mumbled but that was a lie. She choked on her words all the same as she had choked on those cherry blossoms. Her hands squeezed tight. “No. I’m sorry. I do know.”

   “Pardon?” Nodoka quietly exclaimed.

   “There’s a very rare disease,” Hinata began, hasty, “that causes flowers to grow inside of someone suffering with a crush that they just can’t handle.”

   “That’s horrible…” Nodoka murmured.

   It was now or never, Hinata realised. Or she was going to end up exactly like the girl from the story that she had read yesterday. She knew it. She just knew it.

   “Nodoka, it’s you.” Hinata confessed, half a sob in her voice. “I’m crushing on you.”

   Nodoka was stunned by Hinata’s admission. 

   Hinata panted, her face was going bright red whilst her heart pounded like a hammer at her rib cage. She couldn’t believe it. She had done it. But it felt like a weight off, she had to admit, she didn’t realise her crush had been such a burden until right now. She felt herself lighten with the confession, from the very pit of her stomach, upwards and outwards.

   Nodoka averted her gaze and Hinata was reminded once more why a crush was called a crush. That borderline feel good feeling from before popped. Burst. Nodoka played with her hair, fidgeting, and then managed to speak in a very calm and very quiet voice.

   “I have a crush on you, too, Hinata.” Nodoka replied. “I admire so much how you sparkle and shine. It’s very refreshing to be around. I like you too. A lot.”

   Nodoka reached out to Hinata’s hand and held it. She was so warm and she was still trembling but Nodoka’s caress of it did soothe her. Hinata hazarded a smile, like she couldn’t believe her ears, through her scarlet expression. Nodoka leaned in and kissed Hinata.

   Hinata was unable to kiss back, afraid of her own breath but Nodoka didn’t mind. It was pungent with cherry blossoms and wet but she found the kiss sufficiently sweet, kissing Hinata’s soft, balmy lips. They were tinged with pineapple and vanilla beneath that overwhelming sensation of cherry blossoms.

   “Thank you, Nodoka…” Hinata murmured and somehow, she didn’t know or understand how but she wasn’t going to complain, she was cured, prettily, of her affliction. 

   The cherry blossom flowers on the bed or in her gut, disappeared. All with seemingly little aplomb. Even the branch that had to have been removed from her throat, all with a soft, fizzling noise that Hinata could hardly hear over the sound of her pounding heart. She still had the cuts and scrapes, but she was no longer growing flowers inside of her stomach. Hinata was cured and Nodoka was her blessed, angelic cure.

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My friends that know nothing about Formula 1 make assumptions about Formula 1 drivers (long post incoming)

I joined in on the bandwagon! It was the most chaotic half an hour I’ve ever had and I need somewhere to express that. I asked for assumptions + a name based on what they look like! They knew Lewis, and one of them knew Kimi because of her dad. Oh, and one of them made no contribution except to say what foods they either looked like or looked like they would eat for their breakfast LOL

Here’s what they said...

I forget who started this trend I’m so sorry

Daniel:

"Is that Chewbacca?" ................................. "He seems like a fairly friendly bloke... though he'd probably run me over." (he literally wouldn’t) "His name is.... uhhh... James Harkinson."

Max:

"That's a motherfucking twink." (I SCREAMED)

"His trim (hair)'s a little offputting, but he seems nice."

"Name wise, he seems like.. a Thomas?" "He looks like if Honey Nut Crunch cereal was a human."

Charles:

"Why does he give off the vibe that he wouldn't hesitate to clothesline you?" "He looks like a Chad." (I DIED)

“How about.... strawberry flavoured Shreddies for him.”

I’m very sad they made no reference to how he looks tired in every photo.

Seb:

"He looks mildly like Mr. Dyer" (an ex teacher at our school) "He looks like he still eats Cheerios." "Name wise.... Russell." (LMFAO)

Pierre:

"Fucking hell... scary man." (meanie. he is not scary. never forgiving my friend for saying this)

"Full English breakfast..." Harper is obsessed with food. "When you said he was French, the name Pierre instantly came to mind." !!!! One later said that he looks like Jacksepticeye. I can't with these bitches.

Lewis:

"Alexander "Lewis" Hamilton." !!!!

"Oatcakes (a food from around where i live) with bacon and cheese." "There's a million things he could have done... But just you wait... what's your name, man? ALEXANDER HAMILTON." "Man is suave... and that's coming from a lesbian."

This was literally just them referencing Hamilton because they actually knew who he was

Carlos:

"Does he like protein drinks? Maybe he has coffee and toast."

"Norton." (I say he's Spanish) "NORTONÓ." "WAIT NO... IS ANTONIO A SPANISH NAME?" "UHHHH... JAVIER."

Esteban:

"He looks like a Joe." "NEVERMIND JOE ISN'T A FRENCH NAME" "His breakfast food is a croissant." "John." (referring to his name) "French guys aren't really that intimidating... he seems fairly nice. He looks like a Sebastian." (LOL wrong driver guys)

Lance: (had to ask them to be nice to him so I didn’t cry)

"He looks like the guy who plays Jacob from Twilight."

"He probably enjoys eating frumps... maybe not for breakfast though." (frumps are long marshmallows) "Canadian.... Benjamin." "2012 Minecraft youtuber is what I think." "BAJANCANADIAN."

“But also, his pose... I feel that.”

Checo:

"Vic." "His shirt says hype, he's immediately epic." "Pink." "Amazing vibes." "Also likes frumps. He shares them with Lance." (CUTE) "His vibes are immaculate." 

I think Checo is their fave..

George: "He looks like a William... OR A WILBUR" "Man's fancy with the cup, Jesus wept." "Wilbur Soot when his YouTube career goes bank." "The bracelets... THE BRACELETS" (there was nothing wrong with his bracelets my friend just has no taste) "Great vibes. Would hand him a Pepsi." "Why is the cup so big? Does he like soup?"

Lando:

"God, the stance, man." (referring to how he was standing in the picture I sent them) "My man looks smug as fuck and I'm here for it." "Phillip." "Is he okay?" "OH HELL YEAH" (after I told them he does livestreams) "PHILLIP IN THE TWITCH CHAT FOR TODAY"

Alex: (for context I sent them that one photo of him lying down on a bed)

"I can't give him a breakfast, he's not even out of bed." "He looks comfy in that. I envy him." "Mark." (this made me laugh bc it reminded me of Markiplier LMFAOOO) "He looks like he's wom a fair share of races, man. Man's go brrrr." "He eats peanut butter sandwiches as a late night snack." "Alex Almond milk..." (after I told them his name) (THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD BC THE FANDOM CALLS HIM ALEX ALMOND)

Kimi:

"Why does he look scared?"

"Is he okay?" "That man has never had any seasoning on his chicken... ever." "Thinking of a suitable name is very hard.." "HUBERT." "He's not okay, he's being held at gunpoint so that strangers can make assumptions about him on Discord." "RICHARD" "OH I KNOW HIM" !!!!!!!!!

Romain: (made sure they respected him by telling them about his bad crash)

"Mr. Beast, low budget version."

"Kudos to him for not dying, man." "Swiss names..." "Teddison." (i cried laughing at this) "AYO ROMAIN" (after i told them his name)

Kevin:

"Fucking hell he looks intimidating." "He looks familiar..." !!!!!! "He does look pretty familiar.." "FRANK." "Does he like scrambled eggs?" "WAIT NO... BROCK" (both of those names are incorrect)

Jack:

"He looks like Guava Juice." (THE WAY I SEE IT OMFG) "The food jokes are mine but that was good..." (Me) "Think of a really basic name..." "JACK." !!!!!!!! "I think he would like pomegranates, or grapefruit."

In conclusion I think they’re both now Sergio Perez stans and I hate one of them because she said Pierre looks scary.

[sinkix]

- What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Karasuno edition -

Obviously these aren’t meant to be taken too seriously lol. I’ll probably make this into a series at some point where I include the other teams idk this took me way too long to do JWIDJQENWKJQFN WE’LL SEE. ENJOY! <3

2D men are infinitely superior I said what I said.

Hinata: 

A sucker for motivational speeches or quotes and they always get you hyped up.

Very ambitious and positive despite frequently getting lost in life

Not as innocent as you seem but still a cinnamon roll lololol

You probably eat fruit as a regular snack n ppl judge you for it

Highkey a dumbass but in a very endearing way so people can’t help but like you

Summer is probs ur fave season

Definitely own several plushies and definitely get defensive about it

The friend people go to when they need cheering up.

You either go to bed at 8pm or 3am no in between.

Your texting style consists of several messages as opposed to one paragraph/sentence with the use of MANY emojis.

You 100% fuck with pineapple on pizza. 

Got your head stuck in a cat flap that one time.

Have a hella low alcohol tolerance or don’t drink at all.

Hella clueless when it comes to people flirting with you, they have to hold a neon sign in front of you for you to get the message

“Oh you were flirting with me?” “I was every day for 5 months but thanks for finally noticing”

Definition of a tab hoarder, your pc/laptop frequently crashes because it can’t handle that many but you refuse to get rid of any.

Always get toothpaste stains on your shirt no matter how careful you are.

“Wait we had homework???”

Nishinoya:

You often get random bursts of energy outta nowhere or at 2am and have no clue how to handle it 

You can’t help but head bang and scream the lyrics to your fav songs.

Probably have a hella diverse music taste.

Likely an active/outdoorsy person who either does sports or wants to.

Vvv loyal, type of friend you can call in the middle of the night and you’ll be there.

Chaotic good or Chaotic neutral.

You’re either one of the most responsible people in the room or one of the most fuckin chaotic and irresponsible lmao no in between it just depends on your mood.

Frequently pull all nighter’s and doesn’t even feel guilty about it

Chug soda like it’s water.

An extrovert or one of those introverts that are bat-shit once you actually get to know them.

You have zero shame, can and will run across the street stark naked for a cheeseburger and a can of sprite.

Like fuck yeah who wouldn’t for a burger and some sprite y’know??

Despite being a whirlwind you are actually a hella chill person to have as company.

You own a skateboard or want to.

Own at least one pair of converses or vans.

Probably have a bucket list or tons of future plans for travelling/adventures stored in your head.

You really want a dog and would call it something like Dexter or Human Destroyer 9000.

Likely have had several hair colour phases.

A slut for doritos.

You ate glue once as a kid and it was kinda okay and that fact still haunts you.

Tanaka:

Listen to rap more than any other genre and ur playlist is fire

Punched dry wall that one time

Probably have several piercings and plan on getting more

Prefer sports bras to regular ones.

Intimidates outsiders but your friends don’t take you seriously in the slightest lmaoaoaooa

Ppl find it hard to approach you but you’re actually super chill so you get sad 

Definition of that Kanye meme “before you talk to me” >:( “after you talk to me” :)

Probably don’t trust people easily

Type of person that once you’re challenged/dared to do something they WILL do it regardless of how stupid bc you hate being called a pussy.

Went through a phase where you only listened to Eminem.

Probably is/was the class clown or wished they were.

You have virtually no patience and a pretty short temper lmao.

You’re a go-getter and hate being told you can’t do something

Definitely snuck out the house several times as a teen.

Walks barefoot outside a lot bc fuck shoes lol

The pairs of shoes you do own are mostly worn down sneakers you refuse to swap out.

You’re that asshole that wears socks with holes in for the sport of it and it doesn’t phase you in the slightest. (dw I do too lmaooao)

Could probably bench press someone’s dad

Enjoy’s drinking coffee.

Kageyama:

Such a picky eater bitch god damn.

Usually hella hydrated and judge people that don’t drink enough water.

Eats spoonfuls of chocolate nesquik powder when no one is looking I said what I said

You like stoic and Tsundere guys who have the outer emotional capacity of a brick wall.

You’re probably the same in that sense and don’t enjoy letting people know what you’re thinking/feeling

Poker face 90% of the time

Type of person to pretend not to find a joke funny but then crumble and start crying with laughter.

Probs an introvert

Once when someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas you responded “to be left the fuck alone” and it still applies to this day.

like fr you just wanna be left alone man but ppl keep bothering you.

You HATE it when people tell you to smile and quite literally take it as an insult.

Your bedtime is 9pm and you stick by it religiously 

Always smell really good like damn what you got on??

The most you do with your hair if it’s long enough is throw it in a pony tail and call it a day.

Either have really nicely manicured nails or you’v chewed them down to the nub no in between.

You hate to admit it but you doubt yourself a lot and it really frustrates you.

Probably wet the bed a lot as a kid and you’re still salty about it.

lololol bed-wetter Kags lover

Audibly snorted typing that I’m sorry.

Probably had a ._. face reading that since ur usually hella unamused.

Cute awkward dork though behind that facade it’s just most people don’t see it.

So critical of yourself like chill

An earth sign or an Aquarius idc.

Do not know how to reciprocate a hug but desperately need one

When people flirt with you you somehow manage to make them intimidated with your responses and scare them off.

You called your teacher “mum/dad” once and you get Vietnam flashbacks to this day.

Daichi:

You probably have a daddy kink and lowkey daddy issues with it

Very supportive friend who has a lotta patience

Hella determined and humble.

Mostly wear black because it’s just much easier than colour coordinating and plus you just prefer the simplicity, but you’re pretty vibrant as a person.

The one who stays sober at parties to drive the others home.

Probably haven’t been in many relationships but still do enjoy romance.

seems stern but is actually very friendly and enjoy company bc you don’t like spending too much time by yourself.

Honestly just wants to chill out, go to bed and read a book.

A coffee connessieur but mostly just drinks instant bc ur too lazy to make it properly and just drink it black.

Very reliable.

Often get stuck with most of the work during group projects lololol

People frequently ask you for the answers to the homework/assignment and it really depends on your mood and how charitable you’re feeling as to whether you’ll lend it to them

Low-key a sadist.

100% Old soul

Despite this you are a fuckin dork and have quite an immature but really funny sense of humour.

You have a thigh kink. 

Def grew up reading wattpad smut and most of ur sexual knowledge stems from that

probably prefer manga to animated versions

Absolute pro at winged eyeliner and looks v good in it.

Probably give lectures even without realising it.

Shamelessly watches the nature channel for hours on end and what of it.

Honestly just done with everyone’s shit lmao

Sugawara:

Either are the mom friend or the one the mom friend has to look after.

You vibe with pastel colours

Your fav season is either spring or autumn.

oversized hoodies and knitted sweaters are your vibe.

Enjoy drinking herbal tea

Likes the smell of rain and will purposely step outside after a storm and S N O R T the smell of damp concrete. (srry if ur from some dry ass place like nevada lmao it rains alot in the UK soooOOOoO)

Quiet but have a really creative imagination and has one HELL of a loud voice when they’re pissed off

like,, I wouldn’t dare get on ur nerves ion want my ear drums bursting damn.

Hoards flavoured chapsticks and scented lip gloss

Either did or still have your Harry Potter house in your bio and it was probably Hufflepuff.

Gives people advice that they are fully aware also applies to themselves but doesn’t follow it LMAO.

Listens to K-pop and several Korean and Japanese genres.

Played a dating sim once and you enjoyed it but ur still ashamed and refuse to ever talk about it.

Smells like lavender or something hella floral

Probably reads a lot of Yaoi and no one else knows but you.

Would 100% own a chinchilla

Read Killing Stalking and it messed you up for weeks.

Asahi:

The one who was trying to flirt for months and the other person never got the hint

Probably a really pretty crier and vibe with the mascara running aesthetic.

You tear up easily lol.

Probably a water sign.

Low-key a bad bitch though 

Looks really good in red lipstick

That one person who’s v attractive but completely unaware and v insecure.

That one friend who seems so soft and innocent but can turn into a banshee when need be.

Crying is your therapy.

You overthink a LOT and it often stops you from achieving what you want.

Actually have a lot of willpower despite ur sensitivity.

Was def a pushover as a kid and still have a chip on your shoulder about it.

Hella artsy and day dreams a lot.

You attract broken souls and often get turned to when people’s problems need fixing yet you’re a total mess yourself

Listens to Girl in red while questioning your sexuality

which you do a lot.

You hate being put in a box or labelled.

Gave up on that hobby that one time and you really wanna get back into it.

Always have at least one hair tie on your wrist that’s basically an accessory at this point.

Own a phat ass fish tank with hella pretty fishes bro it’s such a vibe say hi to Nemo for me.

Yamaguchi:

Too scared to ask for extra ketchup packets so you get your friend to ask instead.

Probably have anxiety.

The time you stuttered once when introducing yourself frequently gives you cringe attacks.

Major animal lover and prefers them to people.

Talked to a tree once and it was a pretty cool experience.

Wear a lot of pink or cute colours and radiate babi energy.

Likely wear skirts 

Wear those aesthetic planets necklaces and your tumblr is filled with space related art and themes.

Enjoy staring up at the clouds and figuring out what animal they are.

Has a lot of secrets that they probably tell to their cat.

dw ur cat isn’t a snitch they got you covered.

“meow”

yeah they definitely didn’t just try to reveal ur deepest traumas to your cousin.

If you don’t have a cat you probably would want one and would call it Mittens or sumn.

You’re whipped for freckles and anyone that has them instantly becomes 1000x more attractive to you

Either like 5′2″ or 5′10″ no middle ground

Definitely own a turtle or rabbit and if you don’t then you should.

Forgets your assignments but the professor lets you off because you’re so nervous they can’t scold you.

Oversleeps at least 2 times a week

Will not get up before 1pm on a weekend

Wall flower at parties but people still approach you bc you are so friendly and kind.

Social anxiety intensifies.

Always get’s called on in class when you haven’t been paying attention and it really troubles you.

Has a minimum of 3 blankets on your bed that you cocoon yourself in.

Tsukishima:

Your attracted to snarky assholes.

Sarcasm and insults are your form of flirtation and you get immediately turned off if they can’t take it or get upset.

Probably shy away from your feelings

Random flashbacks to embarrassing events frequently keep you up at night

Judge peoples fashion choices as they walk past you but actually have a really good eye for what works and what doesn’t.

You look like you have your shit together and you kinda do for the most part.

The quiet kid in class that’s listening to some loud ass screamo or rock n roll’ but ppl have no idea.

Definition of the glinting anime glasses pushed up your nose bridge cliche.

When you make a mistake you question all your knowledge and abilities but no one else knows that about you

Refuses to cry since you view your emotions as a personal weakness

If someone hugged you you’d get VERY uncomfortable.

Physical contact is not your forte

Probably a 5′0″ demon.

Would peg a man to assert dominance but you’re actually a lil bitch.

Knows the answer to the question they can’t solve.

Doesn’t study as much as they should but somehow still gets good grades.

Really likes french fries and the taste of strawberries.

Just wants to be left alone

Ennoshita:

The one friend that gets talked over and it really pisses you off but you’re too nice to say anything.

Seems really passive but can actually be hella confrontational when they wanna be

No tolerance for peoples bullshit 

Really stable and just an overall reliable person.

People often forget you’re in the room lmao but it’s okay you’d rather listen anyway.

Actually has a really interesting mind and a lot to say but mostly keep it to yourself unless they’re your friend

Answered for someone else in attendance a few years ago and it still bothers you.

People often come to you to vent and you’re chill with it

Don’t stand out much but honestly it doesn’t bother you

Can and will get through an entire book/series in a matter of 3 days.

Quite a minimalist and organised for the most part

You look like you have your shit together and you def do.

Have a controversial taste in pizza.

You have more acquaintances than friends but the ones you do are a v tight knit circle.

Will re take a quiz several times till you get the character you wanted

Radiate Virgo and Libra energy.

Kiyoko:

Type of person to say “step on me” as a way of complimenting and you mean it literally.

Both a sadist and masochist

When someone tells you their not interested it just makes you want them 100x more and it frustrates you why are you like this.

Doesn’t compliment often but when you do it’s really heartfelt.

Looks like your silently judging people but in reality you really couldn’t care.

Just kidding you low-key judge them anyway.

Very picky when it comes to partners.

Independent but has random hella clingy moments.

Despite being quiet, you are capable of roasting a bitch alive if they test your patience.

Like I would NOT wanna get on your bad side

You could deadass send them to therapy, their emotions fenna need some aloe vera for that burn.

Just really calm and relaxed tbh so people enjoy being in your company even though you don’t talk much.

When you do though it’s usually something really interesting or funny.

You just don’t see the point in talking if what your saying doesn’t hold any value??

You hate small talk and would rather slingshot yourself off a skyscraper than partake in it.

Your face is easy to read and you make no effort to hide it.

If your in a bad mood they WILL know.

Look like your plotting someones demise or questioning life’s theories but in reality you’re really just thinking bout what you want for dinner.

Honestly just a sweetheart tbh.

Low-key have a staring problem.

Has really neat and cursive handwriting like who tf taught you that.

Yachi:

Frequently says something then panics that it could be misinterpreted 

You overthink literally everything you have ever said and the actions you haven’t even committed yet

Really likes the taste of sherbet 

Could cut a bitch if they needed to

You spend most of your money at Urban Outfitters and don’t regret it.

have an assortment of colouring pencils that ppl always try and borrow and never give them back.

You highlight the shit outta your papers and never read them again.

Really like the smell of peaches

Probably have a v interesting earring collection.

Hoard water bottles in your room and you feel majorly guilty about it.

The taste of honey disgusts you but you eat it anyway for some reason.

Somehow managed to burn rice and solidify soup.

You shouldn’t be trusted in the kitchen but you try your best regardless.

I feel like that applies to most things in your life

Like yeah you fucked it up but like you’re trying your best lol cmon

V tolerant of people but have zero time for fuckboys and shut them down instantly.

You frequently get the shakes from caffeine or anxiety

Or both.

You give really encouraging hugs.

Have no clue what you wanna do in life but it’s ok bby it’ll work out.

Takeda:

You’re a very underappreciated and underrated person and I love u

Probably an English/languages major

Really kind and outgoing but high-key mysterious

Actually has a phat fucking temper like damn where did that come from.

Won’t take no for an answer when you want to achieve something.

That one person people don’t realise is there listening to your conversations but you definitely are and now know Becky’s deepest darkest secret.

Fuck you, becky.

Wore contacts once and forgot to take them out for 3 days.

You wondered why your eyes were so itchy.

Your music taste does not match your appearance.

Probably watch a lot of crime shows and imagine you’re an investigator

Aced physics and chemistry.

More than likely an introvert with extrovert tendencies when you feel like it.

Actually quite temperamental but it’s okay since you’re a v genuine person.

Often debate getting a sugar daddy bc that income looking real tempting rn.

Honest to a fault at times but it’s something people come to appreciate about you.

Just really wanna sleep for 15 hours and sit in front of your laptop with some hot coco.

Ukai:

You like older men

The smell of tobacco and coffee low-key comforts you for some reason.

Peed in a bottle that one time while on a road trip and forgot to throw it out until you found it a week later.

You’re a slut for dyed hair and dudes with piercings.

You once got drunk and passed out on a spinning round-a-bout in a park and your friend still has pictures that you refuse to acknowledge.

Bi-curious and just radiate big Bi energy

Would experiment but you’re too hesitant.

Hates the taste of beer but drinks it anyway.

Just wants to be loved man I stg is that too much to ask.

Often wonder if your friends actually like you then realise you don’t really care anyway lmao.

You still love them though.

Tired of working over time and just wanna catch a break.

Amazon Prime is your best friend.

Random ass parcels comin thru’ each day and it feels like Christmas.

A very lonely and one-man party Christmas.

Stop spending your fucking paycheck.

Have a pretty dark/cynical but really funny sense of humour and you often make people laugh.

Have a big ass temper and people KNOW it.

Often fantasised about dropping out and becoming a stripper bc your patience was being TESTED.

Really likes money but who doesn’t tbh.

You radiate Chaotic Evil but keep it under wraps.

[ohtobeaspettyasleah]

so. how did the coffee date go? do Ethan and Piper just talk for hours on end about life and get to know each other more? And talk about the kiddos??

Coffee. For many of us, its the one thing that makes the world go round. It’s the morning ritual we allocate time for to either enjoy on the couch before the morning news. 

Catching up on all the horrors of the world sprinkled amongst the okay and somewhat high spirited good news story of the day. For others, it’s a moment where we watch the coffee stream down into our just barley washed and slightly over pungent travel mug that you tell yourself daily you’ll throw out-- but never do. Hell, maybe you invest in a flavouring. Sugar-free perhaps? Vanilla, caramel or maybe pumpkin spice depending on the season. You wait for the milk to steam-- or maybe you fall into the heart of people who poor their oat milk over ice to make a quick and easy iced oat latte. Cost-effective. 

But then there is the very large chunk of people out there, that allocates a portion of their weekly pay for their coffee. Barista made. They know who makes their coffee each morning by name and they know how that persons day is going by the taste of the roast. Maybe it’s perfect? A good day, maybe its slightly burnt? The milk too hot or too cold? Not enough hazelnut syrup. 

Ethan Dolan and Pipper Reid fall into the same category. Because out of the three mentioned above? There are about six others that follow and we just don’t have time to sit here and talk about coffee enthusiasts all day when you wanna know about Ethan and Pippers coffee date at Average Jo’s. 

The best cup of Jo on the go:

“If you don’t promise to put your mind body and soul into this coffee Jo you won’t ever see this face again.” Ethan was joking. Maybe, deep down he wasn’t. Pipper Reid, sitting in the nook by the window smiling as she brushed her hair behind her ear as Ethan was caught out staring back at her. He froze, but his heart didn’t. Beating in his chest to loud it rang in his ears. 

“You back on the dating sense hey Pal? Haven’t seen you walk in here with a Woman no bigger than that little bug of yours since well” Jo paused, he knew Ethan knew what he was referring to, “Hows she doin’ anyway? Lex.”

“Uh--yeah yeah shes good Joey, has this kindergarten teachers whos really pushing her along, Leo’s thriving too, apparently hes some kind of boy genius?”

“What as in math?” Jo smoked as he handed over the two cups of coffee. To go, even though Ethan had every intention of staying in-store. He just wanted an excuse to leave and leave with his coffee if things didn’t go the way he was hoping for. There was a brown paper bag handed over the counter too. Strawberry tarts, free of charge. Ethan chuckled to himself with a small sigh. 

“Kid artist Joey, just think Leonardo DaVinci.” Joseph Ardale was always there for Ethan and his kids. A kind neighbour who just so happened to be the only person who Ethan would buy coffee from. No Starbucks in sight, just a small local business Ethan didn’t know how to live without. Considering the espresso machine sitting on his kitchen counter-top hadn't worked in years. Any single dad with twins lives and breathes coffee, add high school teacher to the mix and Ethan Dolan was no exception to the rule. 

“Hey, you’re back!” It was the way Pipper seemed as nervous as Ethan himself had him softening. He liked the way she moved over for him. Accepting the gesture as he handed her her coffee. An Oat milk latte with two pumps of caramel syrup. She didn’t care if it was sugar free. 

“You think I wasn’t gonna come back after asking you for coffee?” 

“Just uh, a little nervous is all, I usually don’t uh—this, um—“ Ethan chuckled as he sipped his coffee sinking into the nook. 

“Date? That the word you’re looking for, because if it is that’s not what this is, just coffee. I mean if you want it to be a date it can be.” Ethan was teasing, he liked the way Pipper smiled—he couldn’t really tell but he had a feeling her cheeks were hot. In a good way. “Date or no date I just wanted to spend—“

“Spend some time drinking coffee together.” Pipper interrupted, chuckling as Ethan nodded and laughed with her. 

“Exactly and isn’t it the best cup you've ever had?”

“It’s pretty good, companies even better.”

“There’s no way you’re trying to flirt with me right now?” 

“Would it be so bad if I was? Still confused about the wedding band but hey—you said you aren’t a married man? Fair game right?”

“Oh completely fair game, as fair a game is the kindergarten teacher with the not clinically diagnosed Psychotic son.” Pipper gasped. 

“My son is a handful, But he’s a good kid.” 

“Have you seen my eye? If I wore an eyepatch in this joint Joey over there wouldn’t stop laughing for a decade.” 

“Learnt from the best I guess.” Pipper sipped her coffee, there was a slight change in her tone. Ethan almost didn’t pick it up, he pressed though.”

“Box with his dad huh?” The silence and delayed answer said it all. They both came before the drop in facial expression.

“Ollie doesn’t have a dad.”

“Oh—“

“I mean, sure yes there’s a guy out there whose sperm helped create him but, sorry this is uh, I should probably get going.” Ethan thought he was going to be the one who dipped. Tan off with his take away coffee because this was all too soon and he wasn’t ready for this. But watching as Pipper stood from her chair, his chest hurt. Reaching forward to grab her hand. 

“Hey, no, wait wait wait wait.” Ethan stood, placing his coffee on the table and a hand a little too low on Pippers hip. For a second he saw his past—for a moment he saw his future. Pulling his hand away because hell, he didn’t want Pipper to think he wanted something more. “I—“

“Ethan—“

“I crossed a line, too personal.”

“Ethan—“

“I don’t know anything about you, you’re good with my kids, that’s all I know and I just, I wanna get to know you because—“ it was Ethan’s turn to pause, Pipper watched as Ethan looked like a deer in headlights. 

“Because?”

“Because, you are the first and only woman I have looked at since.” Ethan took a deep breath. 

“Since I lost my uh—my wife.” 

“You said you weren’t married.” It was out of shock. Pipper didn’t mean to sound rude. “Sorry—“

“Well I mean, yeah I wear my band, I uh— but you can’t be married to someone who just isn’t here anymore. I don’t, please don’t think this changes anything, I wanna get to know you—to me? Yeah, this was a date.” Pipper was silent. She just watched as Ethan sat back down and ran his hand through his hair. Defeated. He knew this was a terrible idea even if his heart told him otherwise. Pipper sat beside him. Her hand reached out for the coffee on the table, handing back to Ethan as she leaned back, settling in. 

“My ex is a piece of shit.” It shocked Ethan. He just listened though. “I’m not the person who you want to get to know Ethan—I’m, I’m a mess. There’s this book I read, called getting your shit together and apparently out of Simon, Theodore and Alvin? I’m Simon. I uh—I’m a grade-A mess but I hold it together well, I don’t show it.” 

“That’s the weirdest metaphor or analogy I’ve ever heard.” Ethan laughed as pipped did. Comfortable again with one another. Drinking coffee. “But it doesn’t change anything, we’re both Simons.”

“You’re wife? How’d she uh—“

“Car accident, drunk driver about three years ago, just been me and the kids since.” 

“That must have been difficult, is difficult?”

“Twin two-year-olds? That’s hard enough on anyone, Leo doesn’t remember her, he was in the car accident, doctors think he lost his memory or something, his body’s way of preventing more damage. Lexi just knows her mum isn’t here anymore. She’s in the sky, creating the clouds for her.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything, I went to therapy, I proceeded everything, I still have days where it’s hard to function but damn it Pipper the moment I saw you, the second, I just knew, I knew I had to get to know you. Even if just as a friend, more would be great but I’ll settle for anything because like I said, I haven’t looked at anyone the way I looked at you in three years.”

“Well, if it means anything, I like the way you uh—look at me.” Pipper smiled before taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Oh really?” Ethan smirked, eyes just taking in Pipper. Wondering what she was thinking. Maybe that her coffee was shitty or he’d shared too much too soon. But as she smiled and just stared back softly he couldn’t help but hope she was thinking about maybe wanted to kiss him. Because he was thinking that, shamelessly. 

“I do, nobody has ever looked at me the way you look at me.”

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Two

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

warnings: none

an: this chapter’s a lil shorter than usual 

Elide woke up alone, sprawled across her bed.

Groaning softly into the skin of her upper arm, she stretched and rolled over, blinking her eyes at sunny skies behind her side-by-side windows, sixth paned with rounded tops. Her gaze travelled to the canopy-esque set up she had above her bed, a simple wooden-pole square that she hung a multitude of plants from. 

Lorcan was gone, and she was grateful for that. It was always awkward, waiting around for a hook-up to leave so she could get on with her day. 

But Lorcan was… great. Really, he was. The sex had been amazing and he was gorgeous, truly beautiful, but it wasn’t just that. They got along well, when they were just lying in her bed, when she was sitting on her kitchen table and they were eating cereal. It was easy to laugh with him, to talk and banter with him. Elide groaned again and rolled over onto her stomach. You do not have the time for this, she reminded herself. 

She huffed and got out of bed, feeling that old familiar ache between her legs and on the bruises sucked onto her skin as she shuffled into the bathroom and turned on her shower. 

As the water warmed up, Elide shrugged on her fluffy bathrobe and went out to check her phone, opening the message from Nehemia, one of her new teacher colleagues. After Elide had moved from Perranth to Orynth, her sister Aelin had introduced her to her closest friends. They had all hit it off almost instantaneously and it was like they’d known each other all their lives. 

She was a little less freaked out by her new job now that she knew she’d have at least one friend there. 

NY: still down for brunch with the girlies?

EL: you know it 

EL: 11?

NY: see you then! i’m going shopping for classroom stuff later, wanna join?

EL: gods yes - completely forgot about that whoops

Plans for the day made, Elide turned on her music and hopped in the shower, the warm stream washing away the last night and the feeling of disappointment that she couldn’t quite place. 

After her shower, Elide dried and curled her hair, throwing on the red wrap dress that Aelin had made for her - it was from her newest collection and all of her friends often got the throwaways, not that there was ever anything wrong with them. Elide paired it with simple white sneakers and dropped her wallet, phone, keys, and a reusable bag into a white cross-body purse before she left her apartment complex. 

It was beautiful outside, a perfect late-August day so she decided to walk the short-ish distance to the Faliq family bakery, where Nesryn worked as a pastry chef alongside her father. 

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Elide walked into the air conditioned bakery to find Nesryn precariously balancing trays of mouth-watering, decadent pastries. She quickly moved, saving a plate of mille feuilles with pastry cream and strawberries from crashing to the floor. “Hey, Nes.” 

Nesryn grinned, “El, thank the gods.” She blew a flyaway strand of hair that had escaped her half-up, half-down bun do. “Cute dress.” She herself was wearing a pair of flour covered overalls and a black crop top, a pair of slip-on sneakers on her feet. They walked out to the patio to their normal table, where their friends were already sitting. 

“Thanks, Ae gave it to me. I’m liking the overalls look,” Elide said, setting down the tray and taking her seat beside her sister. “Gods, these look fucking amazing, Nes.” Lysandra passed her a glass filled with ice coffee as Nesryn sat down next to her fiancée and blushed under the praise. 

They dug in, catching up on each other’s lives. Nesryn and Lysandra had just returned from a vacation in Eyllwe and Nehemia lamented about missing home, but Elide knew she would never actually go through with forgetting everything and moving back. The wedding band on her finger and the matching one on Fenrys’ told a different tale. Their eloping was the best decision either of them had ever made. 

Elide commented on how happy Aelin looked, despite being awake and coherent before noon and her sister shyly shared she’d been seeing someone, a man named Rowan. Nehemia smiled, it seemed as though Rowan was a good friend of Fenrys’ and Fenrys had actually introduced the two of them. Aelin looked absolutely smitten and they were all so happy for her. She deserved a happy love, after her parents, after Sam… 

When Elide reached for the jam, her wrap top shifted and exposed one of the dark marks on the curve of her breast. Aelin squawked and Elide flushed, sitting back down, a hand over her chest as she watched her sister splutter. “Yes, Aelin?” 

“Wha- what- what is that?” The blonde reached over and used the tip of her index finger to pull back the neckline of Elide’s dress, baring the mark and the countless others on her pale skin. Elide slapped her sister’s hand away, preferring that she didn’t expose her in public. “Elide!” 

Everyone else gasped, intrigued as Elide relented. “Fine! I may have met a man at Emrys’ and hooked up with him… in the alley.” 

Her friends’ eyes widened as Aelin’s jaw dropped and soon enough they were congratulating her, pestering her for extremely intimate details she refused to give until they finally dropped the subject and went back to eating. 

“But was he any damn good?”

Elide hummed and sipped from her cold drink, “He was pretty any damn good.”

An hour later, they helped Nesryn clear the table and carried everything into the kitchen, saying hello to her father and mother. Sayed, her father, refused to let them leave without bags or boxes, depending on the choice, of their personal favourites. He claimed they were just laying around and they played along, but they knew better. 

Elide climbed into Nehemia’s car and they were off to the nearest craft and office supplies store. There was a sale and they thanked the gods. The school paid for… not enough and if they wanted their classes to be adequately decorated, they would have to pay out of pocket for a lot of it. 

Nehemia taught seventh grade at their school, while Elide taught kindergarten, so her class was much more brightly coloured. 

Currently, she was comparing a pack of Mr. Sketch Markers and regular old Crayolas. Nehemia glanced over at the packs, “Mr. Sketch are way better. I swear, they’ve never bled and they smell good.” 

She laughed and dropped the Mr. Sketch into her cart, checking off markers on her list. “Alright… I just need some… sticker paper for desk labels.” 

Nehemia nodded, “Sounds good. I really hope my stuff is hip enough.” Elide laughed again and she insisted, “Do you know how scary seventh grade girls are? I can’t have them dissing my class!” 

“I think you’ll be fine, Mi,” she said dryly, shaking her head a bit. “If I had you as my seventh grade teacher, I would’ve been in love with you, 100%.” 

“Aw, really?” 

“Totally!” 

“That’s so sweet!” Nehemia dropped a packet of thumbtacks into her basket and sighed, “Alright, I think I’m done for now. What about you?” 

“Just the sticker paper and then I’ll be good to go.” 

They quickly located the paper and Elide got a few packs before they made their way to the registry. She looked up as she was bagging her things in the cotton bag she’d brought, eyes landing on a tall man with dark hair thrown up in a messy bun. 

She almost called out ‘Lorcan’, but he turned and she didn’t recognize him. A weird feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach. Maybe she did regret only knowing him for one night, but it’s not like she could do anything about it. 

Slightly deflated, she remained mostly silent as Nehemia dropped her off. “El, are you alright? You seem a little bit…” 

Elide waved her off, “No, yeah, ‘m fine. I think I’m just tired. Hot today.” 

Nehemia didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t press the subject as Elide kissed her cheek and hopped out, waving when she unlocked the door of her building and slipped inside. 

Sleeping with Lorcan wasn’t a mistake, she didn’t regret that, but now that she thought about it… she would’ve liked to have seen him sleeping beside her in the morning. Would’ve liked to know how he took his coffee and how he kissed her good-bye.  

Making a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, Elide unlocked the door to her studio apartment and leaned back against the door in the dark, just staring at the empty space. 

There was something rumpled on the floor and she dropped her bags, walking towards it. It was her dress, somehow not ripped even though they hadn’t exactly been patient when they got to her apartment. 

With another groan, Elide changed aggressively in an old hoodie and sweats, ruining her curls by throwing her hair into a sloppy bun and plopped down on her bed, using the remote to turn on the TV mounted on the opposite wall. 

Feeling peckish, Elide stood up from bed and walked over to the kitchen. She grabbed the box of pastries Sayed had given her, opening it up to find an Earl Grey and honey-flavoured St. Honoré, which was a layer of puff pastry that served as a base for the large cream puffs dipped in caramel, filled with Earl Grey and honey infused pastry cream, and topped with whipped cream. 

Her mood lifted slightly as she cut herself a slice and read the note that Nesryn had left, letting her know that she’d been tweaking with the recipe and asking Elide to let her know what she thought. 

Elide took herself and her pasty back to bed after turning on her kettle and putting a scoop of loose tea into her diffuser-ball and dropping it in a mug. 

She sighed as she navigated to Netflix and clicked on a movie, already calling Aelin. Aelin didn’t get a word in before Elide was saying: “Clueless?” 

Her sister agreed immediately, “Clueless.”

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THREE MINUTES THESIS  I  Kun

N/A - Thank you so much @neocrackheadtechno​ for requesting this ice cream. You wanted a professor Kun and I hope I wrote him right! I really liked writing this ice cream, Kun always makes me weak, he is so perfect. I hope you like it (:

Pairing – Professor!Kun x DoctorateStudent!Reader

Rating – 15+

Words Count -  3,022

Genre – Fluff, Heavy kissing 

Warning – Some steamy kisses on the sofa but other than that, it’s only some fluff and a doctorate student being stressed and working.

Synopsis – Last year of studies for you to get your doctorate and you are beyond stressed as your university decided to change how doctorate presentation were going to be. But it’s alright, as your thesis professor comes to your rescue.

This is part of the Story Store stories.

Flavour: Bubble Gum: University/High School

Toppings: None

Share with: Kun

You were exhausted. Your head was resting on top of all your documents on your desk, your computer still on and the clock on your right was displaying 2:35 am.

But you couldn’t go to sleep, you simply couldn’t. As you were a doctorate student, finishing your last year in less than a month, you had to submit a thesis to your university in order to get your diploma. You picked your subject at the beginning of your first year and continued to work on it during those 3 years.

As a neurolinguistic student, your main topic was the Power of Languages on the Brain, and more precisely, the differences on the brain when someone becomes bilingual in their childhood versus their adulthood.

It was really interesting for you, and you loved finding new information, getting interviews from people, receiving brain images, and comparing them.

But after three years, three long years of working on the subject, you were mentally exhausted. You had to put all the information you got together to build up your essay.

You have done that already, as you had to submit your thesis couple of weeks ago. But then, it didn’t explain why you were like this. Why would you be exhausted if you had done all your work?

Well, you didn’t. Your professor adverted you a week ago that the presentation of your thesis, which would happen at the end of this month, changed a little bit. Instead of wanted to have a full presentation of your work in 20 minutes, they thought it would be interested in for students to resume their three years of work, in well, three minutes.

Three years in three minutes. Also known as your 3 minutes thesis.

You heard of it last year, as fellow of your now post doctorate friends passed it and told you that it was really hard. But they were in another university, so you didn’t think yours would do the same.

But they did. And you were now exhausted as you tried to pack all the most important information in less than 3 minutes. Only you didn’t succeed, as every time it exceeded 8 minutes.

As you read on your clock that it was now 3 am, you gave up. You went to bed, tired, stressed and just wanted this to be over with. How? You didn’t know yet.

When you woke up the next morning, you thought that it would be nice for you to work at the library for once instead of your bedroom. You were starting to get fed up of seeing the same four walls while stressing about what you had to do.

The library was really busy as every single student were preparing for their respecting exams. Fortunately, as a doctorate student, you had access to a quiet room in priority, making it easier to find a place to study in peace.

You managed to find one pretty quickly, as they weren’t a lot of professors or doctorate students yet because it was still early in the afternoon.

You took out all of your papers, your computer and your pen and got to work, again. You managed to reduce your thesis to 6 minutes, but it was still twice too long.

You were starting to lose your mind that you didn’t even notice that someone sat down in front of you until you heard your name being called. You raised your head and was face to face with Professor Qian, or as you know him better under his first name, Kun.

Professor Qian was your third-year doctorate professor. He got his doctorate diploma two years ago and was assigned to help last year doctorate students to prepare their thesis, as he did his not long ago. He was only three years older than you, and quickly during the year, even with staying professional during school hours, formalities were dropped between you two.

You were working nonstop in November in the library when he saw you and offered to read your work in order to help. You gladly took his offer and after a lot of evenings spent together, he became like a friend.

In his part at least.

Because in yours, you couldn’t stop the growing crush you developed over Kun. He was everything you ever loved in someone else.

He was helping, always understanding and reassuring. When you were starting to stress to much, he would speak in his deep and calm voice, telling you that it was going to be alright. He was really funny too when you took some rest from working, cracking jokes that made you laugh too loud for being appropriate in the library.

He was also very intelligent and had lots of knowledge. You would both sometimes talk about other topics than your classes or your thesis, and you couldn’t stop being mesmerized at everything Kun would explain to you.

You also learned that he was a great cook, as one time, you both ate lunch together. He had his lunch wrapped in his container, telling you what he cooked and making you taste it. You never had eaten something so good and he had laughed as you asked for one more bite.

To put in simple, Kun wasn’t a regular crush as you could have over the coffee shop guy or some artists you liked. No, the truth was that you were deeply in love with Kun, no more, no less.

You loved Kun, but you couldn’t do anything.

You had to remember that even if both of you had a great time talking in the library and sometimes outside, he was your teacher and you were one of his students. At least for now.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Kun asked with a smile, as you finally raised your head to look at him.

You managed to keep your face and emotions in control when you ever talk to him, at least on the outside. No one knew about your feelings and you preferred that it stayed that way.

“Dying, that’s what I am doing…” you answered as you showed him the pile of paper in front of you.

He shook his head. “Come on, I am sure you are doing great!” He said, a cheerful tone in his voice. “Show me what you did so far so we can see where to continue.”

You both went over everything once more and you were very grateful for his help. Having someone exterior to guide you and asking questions for you to understand where some parts were lacking made you work more effectively.

At the end of the afternoon, he told you that you both could meet next week to keep working on your thesis. And you did, meeting him every day for some time to go over every aspect that your jury would want you to say and explain.

However, one day, almost two weeks before your presentation day, Kun and you stayed until close hours at the library, and it wasn’t until you both went outside and were met with the dark sky that you realised how much time had passed.

“I’ll walk with you to your apartment, it’s too late. Is it alright with you?” He said as he checked the time.

You nodded, wanted to have his company for a little bit more. It wasn’t the first time he dropped you off at your place. Sometimes during the winter, when it would get dark earlier and you were both working late at the library, he would drive you back to your place.

But, it was the first time he walked there with you.

You both were in an animate conversation about some neurological terms and aspect when you noticed you arrived and were in front of your building.

Without even thinking twice about it, you asked him if he wanted to stay more to eat something because it was really late and you both didn’t eat dinner.

You didn’t think he would accept, but he did, and that’s how you both were looking in your almost empty fridge for something to eat.

“Ah, I am sorry, I didn’t go grocery shopping these days, I actually don’t have a lot to eat.” You said embarrassed.

He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, look you have some tomatoes, some onions,…” he opened one cupboard on his right and found some cans and a packet of noodles. “and noodles.”

You laughed at the distraught face he made.

“Don’t worry, I usually call for take outs.” You tell him.

He shook his head, disapproving. “Take outs are not good in the long terms. I’ll cook you my go to noodles recipe.”

And he did.

You didn’t think that seeing a man in your kitchen could make you feel something but seeing Kun cooking for you effortlessly made your heart burst in your chest.

You took out some beers, the last ones you had, for both of you as you asked him if he wanted one and once the noodles were ready, you went to sit on your sofa to eat.

You both conversed for a long time, eating, and drinking in the same time, and you felt at ease. Talking with Kun was easy as he always had something interesting to say.

You listened to him talk, and talk, not taking you eyes away from his face, focusing on his lips moving. Even if you tried to look only at his eyes, his now red and plump lips from eating the spicy noodles were catching your eyes every time.

He then took a sip of his beer, distracting you from staring and you did the same. You saw his cheeks reddening.

“I talk to much, don’t I?” He said.  

You shook your head quickly.

“No, you never speak too much, I love hearing your voice, it’s so mesmerizing.”

You paused, realising what you just blurred out. You were now the one who talked too much.

You were now both blushing and an awkward silence took place in the room.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper delicately, “I like hearing you talk too.”

You felt yourself get warmer as you turned your head to stare at him. He was already looking at you, smiling so bright, his eyes disappearing slightly.

Just looking at him, sitting casually on your sofa in your apartment, drinking beer and eating with you made you create scenarios in your head. This scene was so domestic, as if you just both were living together and came home for work, talking about your day.

It was too much for you, but you loved it, and you secretly wish it were real.

You really wanted this to be real.

But maybe you could make it real.

As Kun leaned towards you slowly, seeing that you were deep in thoughts, you didn’t think twice more. Maybe the beer helped you made the action, but you didn’t mind.

You leaned forward too and kissed him.

At first, you didn’t really realised what you did, as your eyes were closed, and the only thing you could feel was his warm lips on yours. It’s only when you understood what you did and that he was not responding at all that you retreated, panicked.

You messed up. You just kissed your professor, and even if he won’t be anymore in a month, you still did it.

You opened your eyes, displaying probably the same shocked face as he was showing you right now.

“I am so sorry…” You started, your voice trembling slightly as you were mentally preparing yourself for Kun to yell at you or telling you that you did something wrong.

But neither of what you were thinking came true.

As you opened your mouth to add another apology, looking around to not meet his stare, you didn’t catch him move quickly towards you, taking your face between his hands to look at him.

The next action made your brain go blank as you felt his lips on yours.

He was now the one kissing you.

You couldn’t think about anything else as you kissed him back, putting as much passion in the kiss as him.

Soon, the kiss turned out into a full make out session without both of you realising it. As he took your bottom lips delicately between his lips, sucking on it slowly, you let out a quiet moan. His hands were on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin under your shirt as your arms were locked behind his neck, your hands roaming in his hair, playing with it.

Your back was now pressing against the sofa as he was now on top of you, your tongues battling with each other for dominance.

Your breath was getting shorter, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your hands went under his shirt, wandered on his back and he took it as a sign to take it off.

He did it quickly, and you just had the time to take a quick glance of his naked torso until he was kissing you again.

Your shirt got discharged rapidly after without you even realising it.

It’s just when you felt his hands just under your chest as yours were just on top of his back jeans that you both stops and stared at each other.

You were both breathing really loud, trying to catch your breath.

“Wow.” Kun just said after he took a deep breath, “it escaladed quickly.”

You chuckled slightly as he went to grab his shirt and you did the same, putting it back on yourself.

“It did,” you paused then added, “but I liked it.”

He just nodded at you. “I did too.”

You looked at him and couldn’t stop thinking that he was really sexy with his hair a mess from your fingers and his lips even plumper and redder than before from your make out session.

You were sure you looked like him right now, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from getting warm.

“You know,” he told you quietly and you caught him already staring at you, smiling sweetly, “I have been waiting for a long time to do this.”

You looked at him surprised, “did you? Really?”

He nodded once more, than shook his head as not believing at what he was going to reveal you. “I actually have had noticed you since your first day of your doctorate.” He smiled, lost in his souvenirs. “You were so determinate to work on your thesis, and as a fresh graduate, knowing how painful it is, I couldn’t stop thinking that I looked like you when I started. But, you never gave up, always looking for more, always interesting in going further. I really admired you and when I got to be your professor this year, when I got to know you for who you were, outside of work related, I didn’t know that I was missing someone like you in my life.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yes,” he chuckled lightly, “someone like you. Someone hard-working, open minded, who pays attention to every details. You are the only one who saw I was not feeling good last year around the holidays, even my friends didn’t even see it. I think that’s when I knew I felt for you.”

You then remembered this moment as you beamed back at him. Last year, around Christmas, you were working late at the library. You went to grab another book when you saw Kun sitting at one of the other tables. In appearance he looked fine, but you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, how he was messing with his hair slightly like he was stressed.

That night you went to talk to him, feeling brave enough, and you learned that he was supposed to come back to his family’s house, but couldn’t in the end. He was really sad about it. You then invited him to your friend’s Christmas, telling him that even if it were not family, he could spend it with you instead.

You remembered how bright his smile was after you both talked for hours, and maybe you thought, you felt for him this day too.

“I liked you for a long time too, but I didn’t think the situation was right for me to do something.” You confessed to him as well.

He agreed with you, “You are right, that’s what kept me also from trying something. That’s why I kept bugging you at the library after class hours. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

You felt yourself blush again; you were sure your face was so red.

“That’s why you were popping in the library when I was thinking of you, I thought I had the power to summon you.”

He laughed as he took your hand in his.

“Probably you had because I always wanted to be with you.”

You shook your head at his reply, your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

He then put his other hand to bring you closer to kiss you again.

And you kissed some more, and some more.

After this night, everything felt like a dream.

As Kun and you kept your relationship secret, spending time together after working on your presentation and studying, you had never felt that happier.

He made sure you were ready for your presentation, cheering you up everyday by sending you messages or writing you notes and giving them to you when you saw him.

When the day of your presentation arrived, you had never felt this stressed before. But, three minutes was fast and before you even noticed, your time was over.

But you did amazing because you knew everything and studied a lot for this moment. You managed to answer to all the questions thrown at you. That night when you met with Kun, he congratulated you, telling you that even if he was not in the class to see you, he was sure you nailed it.

And nailed it, you did, as you received your diploma a week later and the biggest congratulation kiss ever.

N/A – Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it (: 

I wanted to make it cute and fluffy. I don’t know if I managed to do it, but I enjoyed writing it! More ice creams coming soon~

The moodboard is made by me!

©  All Rights Reserved to @cashbanct​ (2020)

[purplesurveys]

952

I can see the sunshine in your eyes Survey by xflirtykaosx

What does your Town's name begin with? A.

What number how do you live at? It’s a number between 1-1000.

Are you a seafood fan? Yes. Runs in my veins. If humans are on average 60% water, I’m pretty sure the rest of my 40% is just seafood.

Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate? White chocolate doesn’t count as chocolate but it’s still my favorite kind. I find that milk chocolate can sometimes be too irritatingly sweet, and I don’t usually enjoy bitter foods so I don’t do well with dark chocolate either.

Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. I’m pretty sure I’ve filled this out before because I remember answering this exact question...anyway, more Filipino lessons! My laptop is currently sitting on top of a kwaderno, which just means notebook.

Can you cook Thai food? I just can’t cook. But Thai cuisine is something I really want to learn to master.

Do you get easter eggs at easter? Some years. I have relatives who will sometimes hold Easter egg hunt parties, and the older kids’ crew like some of my cousins and I are still allowed to join so that we don’t miss out on the fun, heh.

How long does it roughly take you to do the weekly or bi weekly shopping? My parents usually take an hour. Though back when we were still under an enhanced lockdown and stores kept a strict control of how many people were allowed inside, my dad used to take six hours :( He’d leave around 7 AM to start lining up, but there were always people who arrived way earlier so he usually had to queue for a few hours.

Who taught you the most valuable lesson in life and what was that lesson? I’ve touched on this before but the first death I was directly affected by, my grandfather’s, taught me the world will never slow down for your problems and in the end you’ll have to learn how to simply suck certain things up. I remember having to write an excuse letter to my teacher saying I’ll have to be absent for one day to attend to my grandpa’s wake, and all she did was stamp on it and say my absence would be excused. Didn’t even check up on me. It was in the middle of an exam week and a week before the UPCAT. It was such a jarring experience and toughened me the fuck up overnight.

Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris? Tunis just because I feel like it would have the least amount of tourists, and I’m also all about going to less-familiar places. Madrid would be nice too.

Would you rather visit Australia, Germany, Croatia or Jamaica? Croatia.

Have you got perfect vision? Far from. My vision is pretty much useless without my glasses, and I like to tell people that without them I can only make out colors haha. Which is obviously kind of an exaggeration but I’m also not 100% lying when I say it, so. 

What colour bedspread or blanket is on your bed now? It’s a multi-colored geometric design so there’s magenta, pink, lime green, orange, gray, and white, among a few other colors.

What colour is the door to your house? Brown.

Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider? I’d rather these animals are out in the wild, but if it was a situation where I had to save one I’d pick the snake.

What song(s) do you put on repeat often? I don’t tend to listen to music when I’m sad/depressed so I haven’t any songs on for quite a while now. The last one I discovered and really got into is a song called Lose, by Niki.

How many letters long is your last name? Six.

Can you play the violin? If not, would you like to? I can’t, but yeah it’s one of the instruments I’ve always wanted to learn to.

Can you keep a pokerface and not show your emotions easily? Passively, if that makes sense? I have no problem pretending to be happy or looking unbothered like, over dinner or if I’m with friends. But if someone had suddenly told me something upsetting or harsh to my face, I usually immediately show my hurt or anger or disappointment or displeasure or whatever negative emotion I would instantly feel in that moment. My eyebrows and eyes always give everything away.

Are you a good liar (tell the truth this time)? Maybe not around the people who know me best. I wear my heart on my sleeve with the people I’m most comfortable with.

Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet? Nothing. I might wear socks tonight, we’ll see.

What word or phrase is disgusting in your opinion and you hate hearing it? I hate having to hear or use the word ‘gunk.’ I think of dirty fingernails every time and it just makes me wince.

Do you like the smell of a barbecue or bonfire? It’s alright, but I don’t live for it. It certainly gives a comforting sensation though.

Do you prefer to write etc, ecetera or something else? Etc, and it highkey makes my blood boil whenever I read ect hahaha.

Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated? I think rainbow prints and/or designs are overrated themselves, but seeing real-life rainbows tend to make me feel happy.

Are your lips chapped? Nope.

Have you ever fallen into a hole or crevice whilst hiking? I don’t think so. I’d be able to remember it if I have.

Ever been quadbiking? Was it any good? Nah but close, I guess? My family once did this thing where we rode on the trunk of a 4x4 while a professional drove through sand dunes in Ilocos. It was a lot of fun but I couldn’t entirely enjoy my time knowing I was in the land of the Marcoses lol

What is different about you than others you hang out with? I have a lot of unpopular opinions when it comes to Filipino food hah, like I hate well-loved dishes like sinigang and bulalo.

Are you more skeptical or gullible? I’m honestly really just both, depending on the context. Like how I’m skeptical when it comes to religion, ghosts, the afterlife, etc, but I’m equally gullible in a way that I’m terrible at recognizing sarcasm sometimes.

How often do you drink sodas or fizzy drinks? Once a year and it’s always simply to try it out and see if I’ve changed my opinion about it. I have not been converted in the last 22 years.

How many cups of tea or coffee do you have a day? Just one cup of coffee. I’m scared to have multiple ones haha, I’m scared of the palpitations or long-term effects it might give me.

Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? No. I’m the most un-unemotional person I know.

Favourite crisp/chip flavour? Just good ol’ plain. Nothing beats a simple potato flavor with a bit of salt.

Do you put salt and vinegar on your fries? Salt yeah, vinegar no.

What accent is the sexiest? Whatever accent Florence Pugh and Carey Mulligan have; they sound lovely.

Do you currently live in the same country you were born in? Yep.

What's your current mood? A little sad but I’m honestly glad my workplace gave me SO MUCH work to do over the weekend because it can keep my busy tonight. 

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? Not really. I like describing my emotions and sharing my thought processes.

A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park or go to a concert? Probs the romantic meal. I like the atmosphere and it’s always nice to have food involved hehe

Prefer being in control in a team enviroment, helping out or taking orders? I like being a mix of all these. I never want to be 100% a leader giving orders or 100% a subordinate waiting for tasks.

Do you like carrot cake? Not really.

Don't you hate it when people say 'I don't mean to be rude but...'? Especially considering 98% of the time they ARE trying to be rude? It will always depend on how they say what follows. Like how it will always be irritating to hear “I don’t mean to be rude but your work sucks,” but I can stomach it better and even be motivated to do better if it was said as “I don’t mean to be rude but there are areas you can tweak more to make the work better.”

Would you say yes from a drink of a friend of a friend? Only if I already know them well enough. Otherwise, no.

How good is your memory? Pretty sharp, a little too sharp for my liking. I’m able to store too many memories, some of them I don’t even want to remember anymore.

On a scale of 1-10 how was this survey? Did you enjoy it? 10! It was a delight to answer.

[phurycursed]

Coffee Books And Leathers (@carolshade)

PHURY - *Grunting eyes closed as I dung my dagger into the Lesser's heart, the blinding light gone in a flash along with the male. Nothing left behind but an oily patch on the ground and it's black blood splattered across my leathers and tee-shirt. Reflex and training taking over my yellow eyes scanning the alleyway, my hand wiping my black dagger down my thigh. Sliding it back into my chest holder and jogging back onto the street, it was getting close to closing time for shops which meant bars and nightclubs would soon be opening. I had already sent four Lessers back to the Omega, this was shaping up to be a busy night. Texting Rhage letting him know I was on the east side and back tracking my way towards him on the main streets and that I had sent my two trainees to the rooftops. Looking up as a slight rain starts to fall, then turning the corner my eyes going wide at the coffee shop come library on the other side of the street. Looking down at myself, the black blood blending into my all black leather coat, trousers and cotton tee-shirt. Looks like I could pass for ok, smiling to myself as I cross the road and pushing open the door to my kind of heaven.

CAROL - I looked at the watch on the wall noticing it was about time to close for the day. The last group of customers had left a few minutes ago and the tables were already clean as well as the mugs and trays. I was about to start turning the lights off on my way to the front door when said door was pushed open. The doorbell rang and a huge man made his way inside the coffee shop. And I mean HUGE. It amazed me that he could fit through the door. He looked like some kind of biker/warrior. Maybe he was someone from the RP community who liked to dress like his favourite videogame/book/movie character. 

Well he also was a customer. So I stopped staring at him, successfully hiding behind a welcoming smile that I found him really handsome, I mean you looked past all that hair and... Were those oil stains all over his clothes? I tried not to frown, it wouldn't be polite, and I said Hi.

"Hello there. Welcome to my coffee shop. What would you like to drink?"

PHURY - *Eyes tracking the female as I step over to her, running my hands through my hair then looking at the menu. The smell of books adding an interesting temptation to the coffee shop* I am going to be very boring and have a black coffee, is it too late to have a wander around your shop? *Hanging my head to the side leaning back a bit to get a better view of both the female and the books just past the counter. Smiling from under my hair my yellow eyes glowing*

CAROL - "Not at all," I replied. My smile turning into a wide grin as I walked behind the counter. "Go ahead and wander around. Choose a spot and I'll take you your boring black coffee. See if you want something to eat as well". Leaned my head to one side looking at you from head to toes and back up again. "You seem like you could use some extra energy", I added holding back my grin.

PHURY - *Steps away my mind already looking at the titles on the shelves, missing a step turning my head back to the female. Reading her again my mind lightly going over hers, yes female just being a good host. But her comment about needing energy was spot on* You know I would murder a sugary treat, could you pick something for me? Something sinful, something that would melt on my tongue. *Nodding at my words then walking to the books, lots and lots of books. Scanning them and letting loose a laugh, pulling Succubus Heat by Richelle Mead and sitting in a big fireside chair near the counter. Flicking through the book remembering the first time I read it, noting that the shelves were stocked classics as well but right now I was taking a break. Pulling out my phone and texting my trainees, keep doing laps of this block while I your lord and master for the night have a coffee with a beautiful female. Dropping my phone on the table as I read a random page*

CAROL - "I will try and surprise you with something", teased you and made myself busy preparing your coffee as I was going through my head thinking what would he possibly like to eat. Side glancing at the guy I covered my mouth muffling my chuckling when I noticed the book you had you had picked out from the shelves. Not in a million years I would have guessed that a guy like him would choose that kind of book. He looked more like 'The Art of War' kind of guy or something about Samurais maybe. Finally deciding that you seemed like you could enjoy and give it a good use to a rush of endorphins, I chose a dark chocolate cake. I cut a big slice, put it on a plate. Placed a tray on the counter and put the big mug of black coffee and the cake and take it to you. Placed the tray on the side table next to your chair and smiled at you. "There you go. Let me know if I chose correctly."

PHURY - *Looking up from the book I had picked, it was hard as the female lead Miss Kincaid was just being manhandled by her ex-ex-boyfriend Roman. I will not speak of her ex-boyfriend Seth. My eyes widening at the sight before me, Putting the book down and almost drooling over the dark chocolate slab of cake* Female what is that! *Not waiting for an answer as I dig in with the fork and placing it into my mouth, moaning out loud as I slowly chew then swallow. Closing my eyes letting the flavour consume me for a moment, opening my eyes my smile wide just stopping short of flashing the human my fangs* You need to tell me your name, I need to know who has brought me heaven in chocolate with books? *Siping the black coffee a perfect bitter taste to go with the sweet chocolate*

CAROL - Gifting you with a playful smirk I decided to grab a near chair and sit in front of you as I felt silly to stay just standing in there. "My name Carol Shade. I own this coffee shop. And that, Stranger-In-The-Night, is a dark chocolate cake. It's basically dark chocolate with with dark chocolate on top of more dark chocolate. It's Heaven on Earth."

PHURY - *Holding out my hand* Miss Carol Shade it is a pleasure to meet you and I am in awe of you. *Looks around smiling* You have a perfect business here. *Putting the book aside and eating some more cake, holding out a fork full my eyes locking onto Carol's* Would you like to taste your own product? *Hearing a text coming through my phone also vibrating on the table beside the tray*

CAROL - I shook his big hand. Mine almost lost in his. But I was starting feeling kind of safe with him here. "Thank you. I love this place. I've put all of my efforts, my savings, my hopes, my dreams, everything in this." I told  him looking around as if it was him. It was really a warm cozy place. And everyday I had people coming from different places, some of them really far away. "Are you gonna share your slice of Heaven with me?" I asked him thinking that a harmless flirting was a fun way to end this day.

PHURY - I was but! *Pops the fork full into my mouth, swallowing slowly again moaning* I'm Phury by the way, and you can tell this shop is loved. You can feel it when you walk in. *My phone dinging again as it vibrates, muttering as I pick it up* Sorry I need to answer this. Work. *Pulling up two texts, the first from Rhage. Man is it true you are having a coffee and making your slaves. I mean trainees cover rooftops! Smiling as I answer. Why yes I am relaxing right now with chocolate heaven, be jealous. Opening up the second text from Jonah, one of tonight's trainees. Rooftops clear what next? My fingers a blur as I answer. Keep checking no stopping and I will be back out in a few minutes. Putting my phone down and looking back at Carol* Sorry about that, trainees on tonight, a little unsure of what to do without me.

CAROL - *I stay sat there staring at this strange man. He really is very different for any man I've even seen. Starting for his name. What kind of name is Phury? *frowns then chuckles* Then again I've heard worse than that. And what about his fingers typing so fast? They're like a blur over his cellphone screen. Not even a teenager in love would type that fast. Shakes my head and decides to let it go. It's late and probably the dim lights are playing me tricks* It really sounds like you needed this break if things are the way you say.

PHURY - *Sipping at my black coffee wanting to make the chocolate cake last longer, then smiling at Carol crossing my legs at the knee* Well when being a mentor or teacher you have to expect texts like mine. *Frowns for a moment looking away, my eyes looking out the door I had come in through. I couldn't see the trainees out there but I knew they were doing as told, they were good males, young but good. Turning back to my hostess smiling again, taking another piece of the cake and eating* So I know you are due to close, but I am so glad you were open. I would have hate to have missed your cake and company.

CAROL - *Shakes my head smiling* Oh Don't worry about it. Sometimes I keep the coffee shop open until well past midnight if customers don't seem to want to leave. And I'm always happy to meet new people *nods then offers* Would you like another slice of cake? Trying another thing?

PHURY - *Looks past Carol to the cake display, then back* I am going to take three slices away with me if that is ok? *Drinks the last of my coffee and last piece of cake groaning like a porn star* Damn Miss Carol this is to die for. *Picking up my tray and carrying it to the counter* So can I come by again tomorrow night, I won't be as late as I am off work. That way I can read some more. *Walking back to the table and picking up the book, putting it back onto it's shelf then returning to stand behind the chair I had been sitting in*

CAROL - You can stop by whenever you want *Nods chuckling as I see you taking the tray to the counter. I stand up too and moves the chair to the place where it was before then walks behind the counter again smiling even with my eyes* Do you want the same chocolate cake to go or do you wanna take a risk and let me surprise you again?

PHURY - *Laughs shaking my head* Tomorrow you can surprise me, tonight I need to take what I was eating. I have already told Rhage what I was eating, if I don’t bring him some he will throw a hissy fit and turn into a beast! *Mutters under my breath, ‘Literally’. Pulling out my phone texting Jonah letting them know I was heading back out on patrol. Sending Rhage a text letting him know I was bringing him heaven in a takeout bag. Putting away my phone and pulling out my wallet, holding out my credit card to Carol* So how much do I owe you?

CAROL - Ok. I'm gonna make sure to have some really extra special sweets for you for tomorrow *Takes a cardboard box to put three fat slices of chocolate cake wrapped in a soft tissue, closes the box and puts in a cute little fabric bag and hands it to you along with the bill.

PHURY - *Adding a good tip as I pay up, taking my bag off goodies and walking out. Turning at the door to look back at Carol* Till tomorrow Miss Carol, till tomorrow. #CoffeeBooksAndLeathers (@carolshade)

[weekendgothgirl]

For the hella cute asks, any with a 2 in them, please. :)

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, it makes me feel happy that I’m snuggled up in my clothes and doing something fun (hopefully).

12: what’s your favorite planet?

Venus or mercury

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

Honestly, grey I think. I’d love to have grey eyes.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

That’d be my NBC backpack. I’ve had it like, 15 years? I’ve used it as hand luggage on my fave holidays, used it as an overnight bag going to mates and family’s houses and have badges from various parts of my life scattered on it.

22: are you a morning person? Ahahaha no. I need time to even get up in the morning.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Get up naturally and do things at my pace, rather than being told to do it now or panic.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Yes, I’m lucky that I have several people like that in my life. I’m pretty friendly I think, but few scratch the surface layers.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I don’t think I’ve ever broken into a place?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Black leather high top cons

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? I don’t have bubblegum really now but I guess, an orange or tropical flavour?

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset, the colours tend to be more vivid and more my taste.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? One of my friends puts his arm out, over me, when he’s driving and has to suddenly stop. So cute.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Quite recently I went to a friends and we drank and talked til gone 3 am about everything. Ghosts, life, childhood, love, sexuality etc. We also learned new things about each other while I laid my head in his lap. It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I’ve a fave chain. Costa coffee, I’ve a slight addiction to their coffee.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Anything pointing out the shit year and how quarantine turned us back into medieval peasants.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Yeah, though I’ll drink it anytime. Apple, orange, tropical, pineapple, raspberry and cranberry.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? I don’t need to but I prefer to, just so I know I’ve got it on paper.

82: are/were you good in school? I was an average student (except for in science and maths, good in the former, shite in the latter). I did talk a lot in class, wear goth make up, adapt my uniform with pins, studs and badges but 99% of my teachers loved me 😂 pretty sure it was cos I was polite, treated them with respect and was chill with them. So I got away with a lot.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

GIVE ME ALL THE CHEESE!

[bootyful-seventeen]

What did the rude model girl do?? Also 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Slight backstory just so you know what I’m in for. I’m in college for makeup and one thing I am really good at is keeping my makeup and tools clean. Like I will go above and beyond to make them look like they’re pretty much new so people will be like oh shit okay so she takes care of her shit and I’m in good hands. I got paired up with her by my teacher last week I think to practice doing lashes and lining lips. She asked if we could do it like she uses my makeup on my face and I use hers on her face and I’m like okay cool. We were fine until it got to the eyelashes cuz I hadn’t opened any of the lash containers and she started complaining about a dog hair getting stuck on the lashes. The vents in the class were on so that could be expected for it to blow off hair or dog fur. Like no big deal you can take it off with the tweezers. So she asks me if I’ve got dogs and I’m like yeah and she’s like oh ok cuz it’s kinda really disgusting how there’s a hair on it. Then she’s slathering on that glue like it’s guacamole and using the cotton side of the q tip to clean it off so when bits of cotton get stuck to the glue cuz wow glue is sticky, she’s like why the fuck is there so much fur on your lashes, like I don’t wanna sound mean but I’m never gonna work with you ever again even if the teacher pairs us up again while she’s basically gluing my right eye shut and I didn’t wanna start an argument in class and I’m like oh no sweetie it’s okay even tho I spotted dog or cat fur on her sweater too. And then after she’s done she’s like oh actually can you just use your makeup on my face like bruh wtf. Best part was that I never put lashes on anyone before and my teacher told me mine was great I just had to curl the lashes together so there’s no gaps left. Then when I got home I spent an hour trying to get the glue out of the hairs since she missed the band and I disinfected that shit while telling my friend about it and she’s like that’s fucking rude cuz I know you and you keep your shit very clean compared to most of our classmates plus the two or three girls in her class who DON’T wash their makeup brushes after using them on someone else’s face (and she’ll use it on herself too. The warning bell was when she showed up to my friends class with a cold sore the day after she did the makeup of a girl who had a cold sore so big yikes) and they use wet brushes that are haboring bacteria on someone’s face. So yeah I got fucking pissed at that chick when I got home cuz I looked at her brush roll and brush tub, and it was dirty as hell on the inside and the first thing we learned was to keep things clean EVERYWHERE so you don’t end up cross contamination the clean brushes with the dirty brushes. I just can’t wait until this semester is over and I hope to god I’m not stuck with her again

I would rather die then eat mint chocolate chip ice cream. It’s the nastiest mix of toothpaste and chocolate. They may be good on their own but certainly not together

I’m tired of bitches being like yOU DoN’T drInK CoFfeE?!?!? Like yes I don’t drink that shit cuz it tastes like dirt. And there’s other beverages too like whatever happened to drinking water omg

The foreign boys and girls are way cuter then local boys and girls. And they have really adorable accents too so that’s a sweet bonus

I don’t give a shit if I am 6 or 69, when I go to Laura secord ice cream shop I will get the super kid because that is a delicious ass flavour. Why do I gotta grow up and like only the boring flavours???? I want the colourful ice cream that reminds me of the happier times when I wasn’t surrounded by idiots and bills

Brother bear and Atlantis deserved better then this and a live action for Atlantis would be dope as fuuuuuuck

I wish I was a dog so I wouldn’t have to go to school and find work and instead I can spend all day eating, sleeping, getting affection and chasing my tail

[jordanshenessy]

Thanks for tagging me @thedeth and @lot-bubbel 🥰😘

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

1. What colour is your hairbrush?

Purple!

2. A food you never eat

Onions (I hate tomatoes but I will eat them sometimes)

3. Are you typically too hot or too cold?

Depends and sometimes both at the same time

4. What were you doing 45 min ago?

Laundry

5. What is you favourite candy bar?

All of them except for ones with nuts in them

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yeah I went to the a baseball game in gr.6 and the girl next to me caught the ball

7. What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“You people frustrate me” to authors of my textbook

8. What’s your favourite ice cream?

Cookies and cream, caramel, vanilla, chocolate

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water!

10. Do you like your wallet?

Yes! It was a gift

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Rice and curry

12. Did you buy any clothes last weekend?

Nope I’m broke

13. Last sporting event you watched?

None that I can remember, maybe the Winter Olympics 🤔

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Butter or caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

The wonderful @thedeth😘

16. Ever go camping?

Yes in gr. 6, it was my bday, my teacher got lost in the woods with a bunch of students it was good

17. Do you take vitamins?

I should....I reaaaaalllllly should my vitD is pretty low

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

The only church I’ve ever been in is when I went to give my piano exams for Royal Conservatory of Music

19. Do you have a tan?

Not really, it’s faded by now but my skin tone is generally pretty uneven

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Pizza!

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

When I’m at restaurants I do, other than that no

22. What colour socks do you usually to wear?

I don’t really wear socks and let my feet stay cold, otherwise my feet will sweat with socks on

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

....sometimes👀 (look when everyone else is driving fast and you have some weirdo tailgating you it’s not fun)

24. What terrifies you?

Lots of things, my future, the ocean, my trust issues

25. Look to your left what do you see?

My desk

26. What chore do you hate?

All of them lol

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

I think of Jess Conte from Jess&Gabriel on YouTube

28. What’s your favourite soda?

All of them

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?

I stay in the car I’m not the one driving

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?

My mom just now, she told me to go do more laundry

31. Favourite cut of beef?

I don’t know what that means

32. Last song you listened to?

Ocean eyes - Billie Eilish

33. Last book you read?

Crooked Kindom by Leigh Bardugo

34. Favourite day of the week?

Favourite what?

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

I think I can given some practice

36. Do you like your coffee?

I don’t usually drink coffee but it depends on my mood, sometimes cream and sugar and on days where I messed up and got no sleep I drink it black

37. Favourite pair of shoes?

My black boots from ALDO (idk what style they are called)

38. What time do you normally go to bed?

Rn it’s 4-5am

39. What time do you normally get up?

Rn it’s 10am-12pm

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Sunset!

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

1!

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

They’re white and super thin so they’re light and easy to wash

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink alcohol it’s haram in my religion

44. Do you play cards?

Sure!

45. What colour is your car?

Not really my car but silver

46. Can you change a tire?

Nope

47. What is your favourite province?

The one I..live in...I guess

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had?

OMG the first time I get a job and I only got to work there for a week before everything closed bc corona 🙄

49. How’d you get your biggest scar?

Most of my scars healed and you can’t really see them except for this one on my arm I got while doing the laundry...don’t ask 🙄 or do idk lol

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?

I did the dishes for my mom I guess 🤷‍♀️

Tagging @sanderdriessen @it-is-what-it-is-i-guess @serenity-who @tarlos-nicotino @sanabakkoushd @glorious-technicolor @mysterystardust @gleamoflove @milkymash24 @glamorise-the-chaos @summergl0w and anyone else that wants to!

As always, feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to!

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I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien and @stronghaz to do a couple of memes (Thank youuu <3333 I love doing these things!)

Song titles

Rules: only using song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag 10 people

Artist: Paul McCartney 

What’s your gender? Mrs. Vandebilt

How are you feeling? Hope for the future

If you could go anywhere? London Town

Favourite mode of transportation? I Don’t Know

Your best friend? My Valentine

Favourite time of day? Beautiful Night

If your life was a tv show? My Brave Face

Relationship status? No words (for my love)

50 questions you’ve never been asked

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? grey and boring

2. A food you never eat? I never eat fish (which I should but... ) or seafood, I just hate the taste!

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I tend to get cold easier (but I always bear it with more dignity than when I get too warm hahaha)

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was just finishing work while I drank some tea! I was correcting some Writing assignments from 6th graders, and then sending a couple audio messages to another teacher to properly coordinate. 

5. What is your favourite candy bar? “Kinder Bueno”❤️

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yeah, several times! When I was 12-13 I was really into football, so I went to lots of matches in the Camp Nou (the Barça stadium) both of Barça and the national team. I also attended to several rugby matches, even if I didn’t really like it, because my dad was a city council worker and all of them had free passes, for some reason... and it quickly became “our thing”. 

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? I said “but that’s awfuuul and I hate iiiit”, because the other teacher had just told me that we’re supposed to keep correcting assignments simply indicating the mistakes so that the kids can find the correct way of saying things themselves, and that this process can be repeated as many times as it takes for the kid to find the solution.

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Mint chocolate chip! 🌿😍

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? A cup of black tea with a dash of milk

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes! It’s a colourful one that my parents bought me for my birthday, a couple years ago!

11. What was the last thing you ate? It was a banana, as a desert! (I had lunch a couple hours ago)

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Hahaha not really! Since the quarantine situation happened, I haven’t been able to leave my home and all shops are closed, so...

13. The last sporting event you watched? Ugh, honestly, who knows?😂 It must’ve been a long time ago, but most likely a football match during the last World cup?

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Salted popcorn all the way! I worked in a popcorn stand back when I was 16, and it was the worst work experience of my life, I still get war-flashbacks! Since then I’ve hated sweet popcorn with a passion, it’s like my brain still remembers what a nightmare it was to clean the machine that made them 😂

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? It was another workmate - a teacher with whom I need to organise preschool activities.

16. Ever go camping? I’ve never done it, no!

17. Do you take vitamins? Not right now, but I usually have to take some to help strengthen my throat area, since I get lots of sore throats during the school year.

18. Do you go to church every sunday? Hahaha not really, no! I only do it for special occasions - weddings, comunions, all that!

19. Do you have a tan? I’m probably one of the less tanned people to ever live in Spain😂

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza? Both are GREAT, but if I really have to choose, I’d go with pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? No, unless I’m at the cinema and I’ve got one of those plastic containers!

22. What colour socks do you usually wear? I like my socks colourful, and sometimes with cute patterns, so all colours, really!

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I’ve never driven a car, so no!

24. What terrifies you? Almost everything, probably! A huge phobia to bees and wasps stands out, though!

25. Look to your left, what do you see? The empty cup of tea, a pen and a paper with some handwritten notes related to work.

26. What chore do you hate? Sweeping is the thing that I hate the most, it’s so boring and as soon as you’ve done it, everything is dirty again 😂

27. What do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Not a lot, really! I’m not that good at recognising Australian accents if I’m honest!

28. What’s your favourite soda? Coca-cola!

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Since I don’t drive, I usually go and eat it in the fast food place. But I’m not big on fast food in general :)

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? That teacher I was sending the furious audio message to 😂

31. Favourite cut of beef? I don’t really have one!

32. Last song you listened to? Oh Love - Green Day 🥰🎸

33. Last book you read? It’s been a while since I read anything other than fics really hahaha

34. Favourite day of the week? Friday!

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Probably I could, if I focused on it enough!

36. How do you like your coffee? Half coffee, half milk, two spoons of sugar!

37. Favourite pair of shoes? A nice pair of ballet flats I bought some months ago. So cute and comfy at the same time!

38. At what time do you normally go to bed? In a normal routine, between 11 and 12. Right now, around 2 am.

39. At what time do you normally get up? In a normal routine, at 6. Right now, around 9 am.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets!

41. How many blankets are on your bed? Only one. But I always put one of those hot water bottles to stay warm ❤️

42. Describe your kitchen plates? They’re a very nice shade of pastel green! We bought them when we moved to this flat 6 years ago!

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Gin&tonic all the way!!! But I also love white wine and baileys

44. Do you play cards? Not really!

45. What colour is your car? I don’t have a car haha (so many car-related questions!)

46. Can you change a tire? aksfhakfsjhkashf I’m sure I would NEVER be able to do that, for the life of me. Like, I wouldn’t even know how to start hahaha

47. What is your favourite state/province? Catalonia, of course ❤️

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had? Some years ago, I worked as an English teacher in an academy. It was a job that, in terms of personal development, was leading nowhere and I was also not being paid a lot, that’s why I eventually quit and went on to work at the school, which is my current one... but it was such a nice job. So fullfilling, with such nice work environment. I remember laughing SO MUCH every day! I still miss it, to this day❤️

49. How did you get your biggest scar? I was around 7-8 years old, and I was playing in the house with my sis. We were pretending to be frogs and jumping all around, and apparently at one point I jumped into a very pointy corner of one of those old computer tables (you know, the ones that have wheels so that you could move the computer from one room to the other), which caused a really big gash on the side of my upperbody. They stitched me, but it left a pretty big scar, unfortunatelly.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I tried to be kind and encouraging when answering to the kids who were sending me their assignments. I don’t know if that made them happy, but it definitely was my intention :)

I haven’t been able to keep track on who has already did these, so if anyone wants to do any of these memes, consider this your tag! 🥰

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The RFA finds out that MC is learning to cook a Korean dish for them.

Hi, so this is my first time writing something like this. I try to put some references to the game into each section, so warning there some spoilers. I also prefer to use the name `Seven’ when writing, but when others refer to him, he is called `Saeyoung’ I hope that won’t be too confusing. There is no canon name for Jumin’s chef, so I picked a random one.The perspective jumps around, so I hope it’s not too difficult to follow. I tried my best at writing for each character, I’m sorry if it seems a bit too out of character.

I hope you enjoy and any feedback is appreciated.

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Jumin - You give Jumin a kiss on his cheek as he leaves the penthouse for work. You had decided this was the day, you were going to ask Jumin’s chef for a cooking lesson. You were determined to cook one of Jumin’s favourite meals, although you were unsure what the dish would be. Jumin usually allowed you to pick the evening meal and he would choose the wine to go with it. You both would drink the wine while waiting for the chef to prepare your meal. You stroke Elizabeth the 3rd who was sitting on the sofa, looking glamorous. You walk towards the kitchen. You could see the chef, cleaning up from the breakfast that Jumin had. “Oh, Mrs Han. I didn’t see you there. How can I help?” he answered. You sat at one of the breakfast stools, watching him. “Chef Jeong. I have a request.” He looked over at you as he placed the plate Jumin used earlier on the drying rack, he nodded for you to continue. “I would like to surprise Jumin. I would like a cook him a meal.” Chef Jeong smiled at you. “I can help with that, what dish were you hoping to make?” You wanted to make a Korean dish, something you hoped meant a lot to Jumin either being something from his childhood or one of his favourites. “I would like to make him one of his favourite dishes, would you happen to know one?” You say looking back at the chef who was across the kitchen from you. Chef Jeong moves towards one of the cupboards and pulls out a box full of recipes. He lifts one out and nods “He doesn’t eat this one often, but I know he loves it every time. He would request it whenever he is upset.” he chuckled. “I remember he asked for this for a full week once, when his father was arranging him a marriage with that strange girl, I can’t recall her name.” He handed you the card with the recipe on it. `Toowoomba Pasta’ you knew of this dish but had no idea how to make it. You look up at Chef Jeong, hoping he could help you. He had already moved to the refrigerator, taking out ingredients. “I suggest we make a practice dish, before tonight.” You stood up from your place and stand next to the chef who had laid out two identical stations for you two use, allowing you to watch him and follow along. Jumin had reached his office door, with Jaehee reporting to him about his schedule for the day. He sighed as he sat, feeling his suit pocket for his phone to put on his desk as usual. He came up empty, all pockets were empty, he must have left it at home. “Assistant Kang, when is my first meeting?” Jaehee looked towards the tablet that had his full schedule for the day on it “12 o’clock, Mr Han.” Jumin stood up, “I need to return home, I have forgotten something. I will not be long,” Jaehee was ready to but in and stop him, but he was already leaving the office. Her sigh could be heard by the rest of the workers on the floor. Jumin opens the door of the apartment, expecting to see you on the couch with Elizabeth. He locates his phone on the coffee table along with some documents that would help with the first meeting. His head jolts up as he hears your voice in the kitchen along with Chef Jeong’s; usually, he would be gone by now. Jumin walks towards the kitchen door, peering inside. “Right, so now I have to mix the seasonings with the prawns?” you ask, watching what Chef Jeong was doing “Yeah, you’re doing great. Mr Han will love it.” you smile at the chef “Let’s just hope I can recreate this correctly tonight.” Jumin looked at the food on the countertop, he could recognise the ingredients that make up his favourite meal. His heart swells, he couldn’t believe that you were learning to make this for him. He quickly leaves the penthouse, excited for tonight to eat what you have prepared.

Seven - Seven watched as you move from the lounge into the kitchen, looking determined, and leaving Saeran on the couch watching whatever show which was playing. Seven smiled as you walked away and turned to his computer screen. As you were now preoccupied, it would be a perfect time for him to check up on your internet searches from the week. It seemed a bit weird, but he did it to ensure that you were safe online and that whatever you were doing did not leave any traces that any hacker could prey on. He clicked through the history of your week while opening a can of PhD Pepper, `Cooking classes?’ the majority of the results that popped up were about cooking classes in the area that you could attend. He looked puzzled at the results, his fingers quickly erasing the area you had searched for in the results, to keep the location of your home a secret. Why were you interested in cooking classes? Vanderwood usually cooked for everyone and Vanderwood did not like someone else taking over his role. His mind rushing back to the first time you tried to clean the house and you did something different to the way Vanderwood usually does. Seven couldn’t stop laughing for weeks at the huff Vanderwood was in. Recipes of different Korean dishes started to flood the screen from your searches. `What were you planning’ he thought. “What are you doing?” Seven jumped from his seat as a voice crept up on him. Saeran leans in close to Seven’s computer set “Ah, I see she has picked Tangsuyuk, good choice.” Seven looked at where Saeran was pointing, sure enough, there were multiple searches about the recipe for Tangsuyuk. One of his favourite dishes, which only Vanderwood really knew about. Seven looked towards his brother who smirked “What? Of course, I knew this was your favourite, I did my research on you. You wouldn’t shut up about it the first time Vanderwood cooked it for you. I felt sorry for the RFA.” Seven then realised you had asked Saeran about what to choose, you were being secretive. Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen laying out the ingredients for the dish you were planning to make for Seven. You had your notes from the classes you have attended at the side and the recipe on your phone, ready to follow. You had the Tangsuyuk batter at the side, which you had started earlier, luckily Seven was unaware of you working on it. You hoped that the information you gained from both Vanderwood and Saeran was correct, and this dish was going to make Seven happy. You could tell he was stressed recently. You were hoping this would bring him some happiness. You combine the batter with the pork and start humming to yourself, making sure to not be too loud to gain the hacker’s attention. You knew you had Saeran guarding the lounge to ensure Seven doesn’t ruin the surprise. You check the recipe once more and refer back to your notes, remembering the words your teacher said, and how to make sure that your wok was not too crowded, to ensure the pork did not burn or stick together. The smell was delicious, and you were starting to get excited at the thought of sharing this with your fiancé later. You continue to hum as you cook, your concentration gets disturbed when you hear a second voice humming with you. You turn your head to see Seven standing at the doorway, watching you. `What the hell, Saeran! We had a deal’ You watch as he smiles at you, moving from his place to hug you from behind. “I thought you would be a bit more happy to see me,” Seven says as he places his head on top of yours. You try to shake him off “Saeyoung! You weren’t meant to see this! Come on, out of the kitchen.” You shoo. His laughter shakes you “I’m pretty sure this is my house, I can do what I want.” You groaned at him “But you are ruining the surprise!” He places a kiss to your hair, mumbling that he doesn’t need any more surprises in his life. You continue to try to usher him out as you create the sauce for the meal. You hear Seven sigh, he loosens his grip on you and is about to leave the kitchen, when he grabs two of the crisped pork for him and Saeran. You turn to scold him, but you just receive an air kiss in return. God, you love him.

Jaehee - You place the notes on the coffee table, Jaehee wasn’t going to be home for hours, and you were ready to study these before preparing the meal. You had bribed Seven to help you with your mission. You were planning to make one of Jaehee’s favourite meals, what you were unaware of, was the meal you were making was one that her mother used to make her all the time. She had usually avoided the dish after her death, refusing to make it herself. Seven had provided you with the details for the small price of creating some of the recipe for him as well, he seemed to enjoy home-cooked meals at times, and you felt like it was a fair bargain. You read the name of the dish once again `Jjimdak’ when you first got told the dish, you panicked. You hadn’t heard it before and worried it would be too hard to make. Once you found the recipe online, you discovered that it is a flavourful dish, that only took an hour to make. You look at the notes you made about how to properly prepare the dish. You had looked at different websites to ensure that the final product would be perfect. Your head starts getting dizzy from your thoughts of producing perfection for your dinner with Jaehee. You stand up from the couch, you couldn’t just keep thinking about it, so you decided you will practice it, maybe make Seven’s first just so can ensure it will be great. You enter the kitchen, the fresh ingredients you had gotten early today after Jaehee left in the morning were sitting in the refrigerator waiting for you. You grab what you need and place it on the kitchen counter. You look at the first step in your notes and start to prepare the dish. Jumin looked over at Jaehee’s desk, another yawn escaped her lips which broke him from his concentration. The time was now 6 pm, and they had planned to work to at least half eight. He stood from his desk and walked towards Jaehee. His presence at her desk surprised her “Hello, Mr Han? Is there something you need?” she picked up a pen ready to write down whatever Jumin was about to ask of her. “Go home,” he said. `What’ was she hearing him correctly. Jaehee blinked a couple times before speaking “I’m sorry?” “I said go home, Assistant Kang. You can finish this tomorrow.” Jaehee smiled at her boss before gathering up the work in front of her and preparing to go home “Thank you, Mr Han.” He nods before returning to his office, closing the door behind him. You pick up the pot lid, stirring the contents, all it needed now was the garnish on top, and it was complete. It smelt delicious, you take the pot off of the hot hob. You turn around to start clearing away the leftover ingredients, to keep them fresh for later when you make the dish for Jaehee. You were oblivious to the front door of the apartment opening and Jaehee appearing in the doorway of the kitchen. You only notice her once you hear her bag fall to the floor. You jumped at the noise and turned to face her. Jaehee had her hand over her mouth, you panic. `What was she doing home so early? You still had at least two hours!’ you notice her eyes looking at the kitchen, following where the smell was coming from. `Does she not like the dish? Did Seven give the wrong information? Does she really hate this dish and I’ve made her home stink of it?’ Tears started to fall from her eyes, you shift from foot to foot, nervous about what Jaehee was thinking. You were cursing out Seven in your head. “Did… Did you make this for me?” you look up at her as tears continued to flood down her face, her hand clenches at her chest. “Yes… Seven said it was your favourite dish. I’m so sorry if I’m wrong. I just believed him as he seems to know everything about everyone… though he could have been tricking me.” You rambled your hand shaking as it combs through your hair. You did not expect this reaction from her, the night was not going as you planned it would. You close your eyes and just kept apologising to her, assuming you had made a colossal mistake. “My mother used to make this for me.” you could feel your breathing stop. `Oh my god, what have you done!’ you suddenly feel yourself getting pulled into a hug, you open your eyes to see Jaehee sobbing into your top “Thank you so much”.

Yoosung - Yoosung was walking home from University, he clicked to phone you as he walked. He placed the phone at his ear and sighed as it went to voicemail again. `What were you doing?’ he knew your usual routine, you should have been home by now. He panicked as his mind went to thoughts of dangerous situations you could have been in. He stops dead in his tracks and dials a number quickly hoping for a reply. “Meow” the person answers. Yoosung groaned “Seven, this is serious. I need your help. (Y/N) isn’t answering her phone.” Yoosung could hear quick typing coming from the phone, Yoosung would usually not ask Seven to do such a thing, but he was desperate. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. He is brought back to reality as Seven provides an update. “She’s attending a cooking class. Has a rigorous policy of no phones, so she’s being a good girl.” Yoosung sighed, at least you were safe. “Where?” After receiving the address, Yoosung hurried to the class. He glanced at the window of the place Seven had given him. Looking at every face to try to find you. You had left the class early, you had attended earlier than your classmates. To ask your teacher for help with making Yoosung’s favourite dish, Kalguksu, which you found out through a conversation with Yoosung’s mother. The teacher gave you instructions on how to properly prepare the meal, and Yoosung’s mother gave you advice on how to make it like she used to. You were now currently in Yoosung’s apartment, cooking in his kitchen. You had instructed to Seven, who had agreed to help with your plan, to send Yoosung on a wild hunt. So could attend the start of the class, get the ingredients and get home before Yoosung did. You wanted to surprise him with the dish before he got home. It was a quick dish to make so had to plan the whole night perfectly so that Yoosung returns back, just as the meal is completed. You glance out the window of Yoosung’s kitchen, you wonder how Seven was doing with his part of the plan, hoping that he wasn’t tormenting your boyfriend too much. You felt awful having to keep your phone off, but Seven said it was part of the plan cause you both knew you would reveal the surprise if you could speak to Yoosung. Yoosung felt awkward but stood outside the cooking class, hoping to talk to the teacher. He watched as the students started creating their meals themselves, and the teacher had noticed him outside. The teacher came out of the classroom, ready to tell Yoosung that her class was full and she couldn’t take any more students. “I’m sorry to disturb you. But I’m looking for my girlfriend, she told me she attends this class.” He starts describing you to the woman in front of him. She nods, which fills Yoosung with hope “Yes, she is one of my students. She left early, talking about wanting to cook `Kalguksu’. Please tell her to let me know how the dish was.” The teacher left-back to classroom and Yoosung stood in the hallway, shocked. Kalguksu? How did you know he loved that? His phone rings and he rushes to pick up “Sweetie?” Yoosung said down the phone, hoping it was you who phoned. “Hello to you too, Baby Cakes” replies Seven. “As much as I love us together, your actual partner is now in your apartment. Her phone just turned on. However, it’s not letting calls go through. I’ll try to fix that, why don’t you go home in the meantime? Love you, Schmooooky Pookie Pooo.” Seven hung up as quickly as he spoke. Yoosung groaned, knowing that he will now receive countless stupid nicknames from Seven. He exited the building and got onto a bus to take him home. You had drained the noodles, ready to put them into the pot that contained the rest of the dish you had prepared earlier. The peppers were ready to be added as well, all you needed was Yoosung to come home any minute now. Yoosung started to climb the stairs of the apartment complex, he prayed that Seven wasn’t lying and that you were inside the apartment, waiting for him. He reached the front door and put his key into the lock, the apartment is filled with a strong smell of cooking, it smelled just like his mother’s. He slightly panicked that somehow she was here instead of you, however as you enter the hallway to greet him, that thought leaves his mind. “Welcome home, I’ve made you dinner.” You smile at him, he was so glad that you were safe and the surprise you made for him was marvellous. Though he was going to have to quiz you later on how you discovered his dish of weakness.

ZEN - ZEN opened a can of beer before putting his feet on the coffee table and picking up the remote to flick through channels on the TV. He had a couple of hours to himself, as you had gone out with a couple friends and would be back for dinner. Adverts of fast-food restaurants flash on the scene, making him hungry, he felt bad at the idea of ordering something to eat without you. A ping from his phone broke his thoughts, a notification light up the screen. A fan on Tripter had tagged ZEN in a post, he shrugged it off. Although he joined the social media after pleads from Jaehee and Seven, he didn’t use it often. He would occasionally, use it to announce upcoming musicals to his fans and interact with them. Although he was not in the mood tonight. ZEN was mortified as he messed one of his scenes during rehearsal, the director didn’t seem that bothered by it, but it crushed ZEN that he didn’t get it right. He quickly emptied the can and was ready to open another, when another notification light up his phone. He sighed and picked up his phone, another notification pinged, suddenly his phone was bombarded with people mentioning him on Tripter. `What was going on?’ You watch as the teacher takes out the prepared marinated meat that they made during the lesson yesterday, she begins to discuss the next step as she hands out each participant’s bowl. You hadn’t noticed that before the class started, one of the other participants had taken a photo of you. The person being a massive fan of ZEN instantly recognised you and couldn’t believe you were in the same class as her. Giggles about how cute you looked as you were determined to make the dish perfect reached your ears, but you ignored it. You didn’t want the meal to be ruined. You continue to follow the teacher in front, unaware of the chaos that was brewing online from that one picture. ZEN looked at the messages in front of him “@ZENLOVER39, oh my god. ZEN’s girlfriend is in my cooking class!” `A cooking class? Why were you in a cooking class?’ A fan of the name @ZENLOVESSEVEN had started riling up the fans, and the excitement online was overwhelming, ZEN skimmed the messages trying to figure out why you were there. The photo didn’t show any of your friends either, so were they there? Your pan was now preheated, and you were excited to cook the meat along with the vegetables. The end of the lesson was nearing, and you were organising a quick route back to ZEN’s apartment to ensure that the meal was warm, in your head. You are snapped out of your thoughts when the teacher instructs everyone to put the items into the pan. ZEN’s finger was scrolling rapidly, trying to find answers. “@ZENLOVER39 Guys, she is making Bulgogi! Ahhh” he sees the most recent message from the initial poster. So the lesson was to make Bulgogi, ZEN smiles, that was one of his favourite dishes. He had no idea how you found out about it, as he couldn’t remember mentioning it the chatrooms or conversations. He noticed that the fans were talking about how adorable it was that you were learning to cook one of ZEN’s favourite dishes. ZEN was puzzled, how did his fans find out that information? His mind goes to Seven leaking the information, although the real culprit was a certain C&R employee. You had phoned Jaehee earlier in the week to ask for advice on a dish. She recommended a few recipes that you were aware of ZEN liking until she mentioned that name `Bulgogi’. You knew it took forever to make and decided it was the perfect dish to surprise your boyfriend with. You add the finishing touches to the meal as the teacher walked around looking at each dish. “Oh, well done. This looks excellent. I’m so glad that you suggested for the class to try this dish.” Your teacher remarks after looking at your plate, you could already imagine ZEN’s reaction and were eager to get home. You place a plastic dome over the plate and leave the classroom. You arrive at the door of the apartment and search in your bag for the keys, ready to greet your boyfriend. You open the door to find ZEN standing not too far away from the door. “Welcome home, Jagiya” Your eyes widen as you notice he had a bunch of flowers in his hands. “I found out your little secret, I love that you wanted to surprise me with such a sweet gesture.” He walks towards you and tucks your hair behind your ear. “But, please leave the romantic gestures to me.” He says before kissing you.