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littleadaline · 8 months ago

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Broken Record [P.G6]

Tous les mêmes by Stromae

Warnings: Angst 🤭?????

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: In my anti-Cupid era. COPE.

Part II

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First occurrence:

“Pablo Páez Gavira! Your socks are on the stairs again!” You yelled out, picking up Pablo’s sweaty training socks. A few weeks after moving in together, Pablo’s habits started to worsen. Socks left and right. Shirts left and right. Unkept personal space, hair from his beard trimmer sprinkled in the bathroom sink. Every single time, an argument erupted.

“Pablo, your socks are still on the stairs. I asked you to put them away hours ago. I’ve already done laundry, I’m not doing a load just for your socks.” Your words echoed against the four walls of your room, Gavi’s focus being solely on his phone. “Oye, I’m talking to you!” You snapped your fingers at him.

“Mh, yeah. Thanks for the laundry, amor.” He said, barely looking up from his phone.

You sighed, exhausted from picking up after him. “Why do I stay?” You asked yourself.

Calling Aurora, you sobbed as you explained her brother’s behaviour.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. He’s just… a slob. Dirty dishes everywhere, dirty clothes. Tissues and towels randomly discarded. I don’t recognize the state of our home anymore. And I can’t keep cleaning for the both of us anymore, not as he undoes everything the second I’m done.”

But Aurora’s words were only excuses. She made you feel hysterical; unreasonable for feeling the way you did. She idolized Pablo’s actions, refusing to see the emotional and physical strain his behaviour had on you. Sobbing in bed, you turn away from Gavi, refusing to sleep face to face anymore.

Second occurrence:

The house was a mess. With his injury Gavi was always home. You, on the other hand, were juggling between your university classes and your internship, leading to an easier than normal exhaustion rate. Finally pulling up to your street, you prayed that Gavi had remembered to call the plumber. Opening the door, your face fell as you saw the state of the kitchen.

“Pablo…?” You called out for him.

“Gaming room.” His eyes were glued to the screen, barely greeting you as you came into the room.

“What happened in the kitchen?” You asked, a twinge of exhaustion in your voice. You were bracing yourself for one of Pablo’s nonchalant answers.

“Wanted to cook, but the dishwasher was broken. And I was too tired to do the dishes by hand. Why didn’t you tell me the dishwasher was broken?”

“Please tell me this is a joke…Pablo I told you to call the plumber, because the dishwasher is broken. The plumber goes on vacation for the next 3 weeks. That’s 3 more weeks with a broken dishwasher.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Dunno what the big deal is… You can just wash them by hand. Besides, how was I supposed to know to call him?”

“I left you a reminder on your phone, a voicemail and a handwritten note in the kitchen.” You said, slamming the door close.

Instead of catching up on the reports for your internship, you spent that night cleaning up Gavi’s culinary mess. You were finally putting away the final dishes when Hurricane Páez Gavira came and undid everything, leaving you in a state of emotional distress. “Why do I still do this?” You asked yourself.

Third occurrence:

Pablo Gavi. That was the name everyone in the media was talking about.

Gavi, rising midfielder, caught going out with a social media influencer.

Pablo Páez Gavira is simply a man.

Y/N Y/LN unable to keep her man away from other women.

Is infidelity a requirement to being a football player?

Headlines had your head spinning. Yes, Gavi has been caught going out with an influencer notorious for breaking couples. But you weren’t worried, not anymore. Your relationship was barely functioning at this point, with you and Gavi sleeping in separate rooms. In the eyes of the media, you and Gavi were still dating. But in private, you had gone from lovers to strangers in the span of a few months. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, the news stung, but something inside of your soul burst. A feeling of hope overtook you. You started packing your bags, leaving behind anything that reminded you of Gavi. After everything you had put yourself through in order to save the sinking ship that was your relationship; after the nights spent praying for a better partner, you finally had your way out. Gavi would forever be painted as the villain in your relationship, the reason why you had split, the reason why you had changed. And you didn’t mind, not one bit.

“Where are you going?” Pablo’s voice interrupted you.

“Away.” You coldly answered. He shuffled closer, picking up the hoodie he had given you for your 2nd anniversary.

“You forgot to pack this.” He handed it to you. It took a lot of self control to not smack it out of his hands.

“Keep it. I have no use for it anymore.” You lifted your suitcase from the floor, bringing it to the hallway.

“What if you get cold?”

“Why do you care, mh? Why do you suddenly care? Is it because you were caught with that influencer? Was it worth it? Was she worth it? I loved you, Pablo. I really did. But you proved yourself to be a selfish person, and an ever more selfish lover. I’m leaving,” you held back tears. “ I’m leaving this city, you, this house. Whatever happens to you in life, good luck. Maybe we weren’t meant to workout, but I would have loved to be treated with some much deserved respect in this relationship. I hope this failure serves as a lesson for your future relationship.”

“Respect? I respected you-” Pablo started arguing, but was cut off by your voice toppling his.

“You never respected me. I was left to pick up the slack, rain or shine; tired or not; I was the sole caretaker for this house. I cooked for us, I not only cleaned up after myself, but after you! For things I shouldn’t even have to remind you! Like your fucking socks, or the goddam dishes, or to call the fucking plumber. You couldn’t even bother Pablo. And I grew tired. So maybe you cheating off with this influencer isn’t that bad of a thing, because now I have an excuse to say to your face as to why I’m leaving you. Have fun being the villain in this story, Pablo, because I’m done.” You picked up your remaining bags and loaded them off in the trunk of your car.

Pablo was still standing in the doorway, his face closed off. He couldn’t do anything besides watch your car leave the driveway, the portal closing behind you for the last time.

#gavi x yn #fc barcelona #pablo gavi #gavi #barca #barcelona #gavi imagine #gavi one shot #gavi x reader #ferran torres #pedri #fermin lopez

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cocoa-rococo · 5 months ago

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Koopaling Headcanons: Larry

Everyone's favorite little brother and general pest for plumbers! He's just a lil' rascal.

Right handed.

His love of tennis originally started as a way to stand out from his siblings, but eventually, he really enjoyed the sensation of playing.

He became a big fan of a Horse Girl animated show after the Olympics, but is super embarrassed about it and won't tell anyone because he thinks it wrecks his ‘cool guy’ image.

Red-green colorblind.

He likes painting with Bowser Jr, and he's a decent comic artist, but he's pretty shy about showing people his work, partially stemming from feeling inferior to Ludwig.

Hypoglycemic. Combine that with his age and his tennis hobby, this boy burns through glucose like a powder trail. It's also partially why he eats so much.

Very much a visual learner, as he tunes out if people tell him things without example, and gets frustrated if asked to try and do something on his own / with his hands and zero instruction.

A frighteningly good pickpocket. He once had a conversation with Bowser and managed to take off all five of his spiked cuffs in three minutes. It's only when he returned them did Bowser even realize they were gone.

He's a big fan of milkshakes, especially chocolate ones. Also a big fan of blowing his straw wrapper at his siblings before he drinks, and blowing bubbles in his drink if he's thinking.

Favorite breakfast food is waffles, with butter, syrup, chocolate chips, and fruit.

Can beatbox almost anything, and he's learning how to breakdance, too. He likes looking up tutorials and practicing in his room for both the space and privacy.

He does gaming streams in his free time, mostly online team-based games or RPGs that let you sink hours of play into useless but fulfilling sidequests. Gaming companies love him because they’ll get guaranteed sales if they offer a trial.

Has a pretty good head for directions, but only for cities. If you tell him you need to find a building from a particular place, he'll give you precise instructions on where to go. Highways and roadmaps are a completely different story.

That said, he got lost so often as a kid that Ludwig gifted him a compass, and he carries it with him constantly.

Not really a flower person, but ever since he got an anonymous bouquet of them, he's got a small appreciation for forget-me-nots.

He's a big fan of punk rock bands, and would love to attend a concert (and be a professional rockstar).

Favorite fruit is either strawberries or pears, but one of his favorite treats is caramel apples.

He’s got a leather jacket that's got a big star bedazzled on the back. It’s his prized possession because he thinks it makes him look cool (and it does, marginally).

Saw a flyer for a new DJ at the Electrodrome and applied on a whim. He got hired (much to his surprise), and greatly enjoys his work. In fact, his time learning the electronics is what inspired his light company.

Likes watching baking and cooking shows with Morton, but while Morton watches to improve and get ideas for recipes, Larry watches to yell at the contestants, because what the FUCK, Michael!!!!! Don’t put your custard on a high temperature, it!!! Is going!!!!!! To curdle!!!!!!!!!!!!

Legitimately has a very good palate for food, and can point out individual flavors where others can't. He will also visit a five-star restaurant and order chicken tenders off the kids menu.

One of his favorite things to do when he was a kid was hiding around the castle and pretending he was a spy; listening in on conversations and writing them down, coming up with codes, always carrying a walkie-talkie, the works. It started his earlier pictographic babble, and what lead him to being such a sneakster later on.

Can and will cheat outrageously at any card, board, dice, or wheel game. Not at video games, though. Those are sacred. That and laser tag.

Looooves chocolate, especially fudge. Do not let him get anywhere near fudge.

He was a shark kid growing up. He dreamed of visiting the aquarium for his birthday, and when he finally got to do so, came home with an armload of various shark plushies and memorabilia.

A big fan of giving and receiving nicknames. Bowser once called him ‘blueberry’ and he cried about it for like seven minutes.

He’s got an admiration for Princess Daisy, for both her fearless attitude and tennis skills.

Favorite candy is gummy worms, but is really fond of sour stuff, too, along with super sugary energy drinks.

Loves sci-fi books / comics and mecha anime with Iggy, but personally loves the adventure genre with pirates and treasure hunters and wild westerns.

Has a private stash of snacks he keeps hidden in rotation for both late night munchies and keeping away from his siblings.

Genuinely likes cooking, but baking feels too precise for him. That said, he's more then happy to taste the end results of both.

Likes going skating with Wendy and Lemmy. He keeps trying complicated moves and keeps running into the walls.

Runs a recipe blog that doubles as a restaurant critique and rating site. It's gotten surprisingly popular.

#smb #super mario bros #super mario #koopalings #larry koopa #larry #cocoaposts #headcanons #gif #it's the boooooooy!#so many links in this one!

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titanplumbingauservice · 10 months ago

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grimfolks · 9 months ago

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Yeah yeah I know, y'all are probably a little confused by this but I am ending this generation right here. I am just done playing with kids at this point, when all objectives I wanted to do are finished and I was supposed to wait for kids to age up and then age up again. So we are ending generation two and starting generation three with a timeskip :) I will try to introduce everyone properly soon so hopefully there'll be no confusion here. Now about objectives...

a. Here I Go Again [Explorer] 🗺

Move to Barnacle Bay or Riverview ✓

Have the Explorer and/or Brave trait ✓

Travel to Egypt, France, and China ✓

Marry a local from travel location ✓

Have child(ren) with local ✓

Showcase private collection in home ✓

Gain all visa levels ✓

Complete all tombs ✗

Master the Martial Arts Skill ✓

Master the Nectar Making Skill ✓

Create a perfect quality nectar and age it until the end of the challenge! ✓

Complete the LTW 'Martial Arts Master’ ✓

+Gain points for+

Heir completing their LTW ✓

Heir mastered a non-required skill ✓ fishing, athletic

Heir completes a Skill Challenge ✓ charisma (celebrity, personable), collecting (gem collector, metal collector), cooking (menu maven), fishing (amateur ichthylogist), handiness (plumber), martial arts (grand master, timber terminator)

Heir having more than two children ✓

-Lose points for-

Not achieving a generation objective ✓

Receiving a random trait upon age up ✓

Total: 38 See you in generation 3 👋

#ts3 #ts3 gameplay #strange lepacy #strange 2 #strange scoreboards #one day I'll play a generation without skipping birthdays but today is not a day

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adrianasunderworld · 3 months ago

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My knife

Isabelle struggles with the chance of truly being magicless.

@mangacupcake @fair-night-starry-tears @the-weirdos-mind @writing-heiress

It had to have been wrong.

“Your soul is colorless, shapeless, utterly blank” That couldn't have been true. It couldn't be. Magicless, thats what they said.

I'm not magicless. That mirror read it wrong. Isabelle had thought to herself a thousand times as she stared blankly into the darkness. The only sound being the snores of Grim and the sound of the old house creaking as it settled. I've mixed potions and studied and- she held up her hand in front of her face. The shape of it barely seen in the dark even inches from her eyes. When was the last time she practiced spells? It was only a couple days ago, but it left like ages.

Her cousin has hammered it into her head over and over that magic wasn't a toy. It was not a commodity to be played with.

“Magic is a knife” Juliet had explained when Isabelle had first come to her expressing interest in being her apprentice. “Do you know what that means?”

Isabelle, then only thirteen, shook her head. “No.”

“A knife is a tool,” Juliet explained as she chopped herbs for her spell work. None of which Isabelle knew the names of yet. “You use knives of all kinds to cook, to carve, to do many things.”

Isabelle nodded, starting to see where she was going with this.

“But a knife is also used to hurt. You can cut yourself on accident. Or decide to cut others. And you can do a lot of damage that way. Now imagine that with magic. Magic is like a knife. A dangerous tool if you aren't careful. I'll teach you when you're a bit more mature and I can trust you with that tool.”

Isabelle had not let her cousin's words dissuade her. Had asked what she had to do to prove herself and dove headfirst into the books of basics she was given. But still had not been taught how to put it to use. She had started to the basics of it before she had come here, and now some magic mirror told her she had nothing in her soul.

Careful not to wake Grim, Isabelle creeped over to the small table by the armchair where she had left the candles Crowley had given her or use for the time being. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark as she she stared at it, remembering all she knew.

Isabelle nodded as she wrung her hands in anticipation. The table of candles before them. “So I just have to picture it while I say it?”

“I want you to focus,” Juliet instructed her. “Magic is more than just saying it. You have to put intent behind what you say. You have to visualize what you want.”

Juliet nodded. “Yep. Give it try “

Isabelle focused on the green candle in front of her. She pictured it lit. Saw its wick burning brightly. “Spirit of Fire!” She said confidently while pointing. Nothing. “Spirit of fire!” Still nothing. “Come on, fire!”

“Enough,” Juliet said calmly. “That's what I mean when I say it's about intention. You can't just shout ‘Fire!” In frustration. You're gonna burn the place down.”

“But it's not working.”

“Time and patience are your friend.” Her cousin replied. “Your magic won't come by forcing it. It will come when it's needed. For now, we practice.”

“I summon the Spirit of Fire.” she whispered in the dark, staring intensely at the candle. She envisioned a spark coming alive and lighting up the space. But it remained cold.

She left the candle unlit on the table. The mirror had to be wrong.

—

The faucet wasn't working for the third time that week. She had complained to the Headmage, who said a plumber would not be there until Monday. She wondered what Ophelia may have done in a time like this.

“Spirit of water, rain down!” She exclaimed as a drizzle of water came crashing down in the yard on the otherwise hot day. The hose and sprinkler simply were not enough on a day like today, and this had been her cousin's solution.

Isabelle had been jumping around in the downpour, relishing the feeling and kicking water at Will at the quickly forming puddles.

“You try,” Ophelia said as the rain she had created slowly began to fade. “It'll be good practice.”

Isabelle nodded with a grin. She raised her hands to the bright sky, clearly pictureing the shower of cold water coming down, the yard full of puddles, even rainbows forming from the shower. She swore she could feel it as she repeated the spell. “Spirit of water, rain down!”

Nothing.

She repeated it over and over but still nothing. Will looked between Isabelle and his older sister. The black curls that had clung to his face from being wet were already beginning to dry from waiting in the summer heat.

Isabelle dropped her arms back to her sides.

She focused on the faucet of the tub, squinting at it irritation. Ophelia would have summoned water to fill the tub. Isabelle could do that too if she tried. Right?

“Spirit of water,come forward.” She swore she felt a stirring in her, thought she could hear the sound of water in the old pipes.

That hopeful, stubborn, part of her was sure it was the stirrings of magic. The part of her that was currently irritated thought it was wishful thinking. What she wanted most was a bath and bed. If this was not a need, what was?

“Spirit of water, I command you to come out!” She repeated more forcefully. She swore she heard the sound of the pipes this time. She waited with baited breath. Only for a light drizzle of water to come out before stopping.

Isabelle groaned and hung her head. She'd get up early for shower at the gym then.

—

“Clearly, you were born to parents with no great magical capability. And as a result….You lack even the basic education necessary to attend a school such as this. It's quite sad.”

Riddles words had hit their mark. He didn't know a damn thing about her, and yet he managed to needle his way in under her skin with that smug grin on his face.

“You don't know anything, about me.” Was all she managed to say.

It's true. My dad has no magic. My mom couldn't be bothered to teach me. I failed Juliet and Ophelia. I have nothing to show for anything.

“I know enough,” Riddle said, that smirk still plastered on his face. “I thought the Dark Mirror didn't make mistakes, but I suppose even magic falls through now and then.”

Isabelle wanted very badly to hit him if Ace hadn't beaten her to it.

Everything that followed happened all too fast a shift in the air changed. The entire garden clouded over and Rose bushes ripped out of the ground as Riddle changed into something monstrous.

“Overblot” was what Crowley had called it.

“So we're going to snap him out of it,” Isabelle said as she saw her friends throw out spells at Riddle. “How do we do that!?”

“No idea,” Cater admitted.

“The phantom,” Trey said as he tried to recollect what he knew.

“The what?” Isabelle saw no phantoms or spirits here.

Trey gestured to the patched up puppet with an ink jar for a head that stood behind Riddle and mirrored his every movement. “That! They're connected- somehow. I can't remember the rest right now. But we have to separate them!” That was all he said before running off to help the others.

Cater did not look as enthusiastic before glancing back at her. “Go with the Headmage and evacuate with the others.” Before running off to join the fight.

Isabelle knew she should heed Caters suggestion. Could hear the yellings of the Headmage to everyone to get to the mirror and get out. She could have sworn he heard Crowley call after her to get away. But it all felt so far away.

I need to run. I need to get out of the way.

“Miss Rosa! Come here!”

I'm not going to be of any help.

“How you deal with those brothers is beyond me,”Juliet said.

Ophelia shook her head at her older sister. “I know you don't have the patience for it.”

“You're right, I don't.”

“Why do you, them?” Isabelle asked from where she sat at the table.

“I love them,” Ophelia said. “They're my idiots. And ever since I met them I've been able to do things I never thought I could. It's only fair that I return the favor.”

“Ace,look out!”

Isabelle saw Ace fall to the ground as Riddle swiped a vine of thorns towards him. Ace managed to duck, but lost his balance and fell.

Isabelle ran towards them.

Riddle looked over at the tea pot that got chucked at his head. Isabelle kept throwing whatever was in reach at him to get his attention away from Ace. Cups, plates, rock, sticks. It was all fair game.

“Over here!”

Deuce looked horrified. “What is she doing?!”

Cater looked equally bewildered. “Is she crazy?”

Isabelle kept throwing. This is dumb. She thought as she kept doing it. This dumb and I'm going to die like an idiot. She threw a dented cake stand at Riddle, his attention now aimed solely on her as Trey got Ace back on his feet.

“Insolent!” The housewarden raged. “You are going to pay for this!”

“You have to catch me first!” Before sprinting into the hedge maze.

She could hear the roar of rage Riddle let out before going after her. The screams of her friends following that soon faded.

“What are you doing!?”

I don't know!

The plan was that there was no plan. She was acting solely on impulse at this point. Stupid, stupid, impulse.

Running left in the fork in the hedge she kept panicking.

Isabelle veered right in the maze, Riddles rampaging steps not far behind. There had to be an exit somewhere, right? Maybe if I find an exit I can slip out and- and what? That doesn't help Riddle.

Ophelia or Juliet would have a spell for this- But she wasn't either of her cousins. She didn't have a fraction of their talent or their experience. She couldn't even light a candle or fix a faucet. I should have evacuated when I could.

Another right and Isabelle passed under an iron gate. For a moment she was relieved to have found an exit, only to be greeted by a wall of hedge covered in thorny roses. A dead end.

The sound of Riddles angry yelling was far too close, there was no time to backtrack as he tore through the bushes towards her.

“THERE YOU ARE!” He screeched, clearly angry at the chase.

Her mind went a mile a minute. Looking for places to go, but there were none. As the Overblot Drew closer to the gate, a thought occurred to her. That was only if it even worked. Which was slim, but better than nothing.

Juliet had hammered into her that magic was a dangerous tool. That it would come when she was ready. Magic was a knife. You use it to hurt or create.

My knife is for protecting. It won't hurt me or my friends. I won't let him.

Riddle was in front of her now, vines being ripped from the ground, ready to strike her. The phantom behind him swatting and tearing away everything in their way. Including grabbing onto the very conductive gate.

“I summon you, spirit of lighting, to strike the monster before me! In the name of the witch, Isabelle, make it so!”

Riddle paused at the crackle of electricity in the air, the darkness that had overtaken the Heartslabul garden darkening even more. Before he could react, a bolt of golden lightning came crashing down with a loud and thunderous CRACK!

It struck the phantom blot that still had the metal gate in its hands. It all but disintegrated as Riddle wailed from the force of it being ripped away from him.

Isabelle's ears were ringing, every sound was muffled. She could barely stay on her feet from the sudden drain of energy as she watched Riddle turn back to normal. The boy fell to his knees and crumpled to the ground.

Stumbling forward she fell to her knees beside him. “Riddle?” She started shaking him. “RIDDLE!?”

She didn't kill him.

The boys and Crowley had found Isabelle and Riddle in the ruined hedge maze. She was on the verge of sobbing, convinced she had done something irredeemable. Only for the housewarden to open his eyes a few moments later, alive and well. Her aim wasn't off after all.

After the whole ordeal, everyone had heard her account of what happened. Ace and Deuce were especially shocked that their magicless friend was not as magicless as she appeared.

Crowley wasn't sure how to proceed beyond continuing to allow her to attend Night Raven College as planned. Stating he would keep an eye out if her powers went amiss. She doubted that.

That night, Grim snored away, curled up to her side under the blanket.

Holding up her hand in the dark like she did that first night, Isabelle whispered to herself, barley audible in the dark. “Spirit of lightning.” She felt the small tingle of electricity on her hand. A small spark dancing across her palm. It was little more than a static shock. But it was there. The mirror was wrong about her. And that was all the comfort she needed.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #isabelle rosa #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #deuce spade #twst grim #dire crowley #Heartslabul

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 5 months ago

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Chapter 14

As the game continued you all continued to drink as you felt more than tipsy and your eyes could show that you felt sleepy and worn out

"Okay guys I think it is time to sleep" you heard Chan say as his head pointed towards you to signal them to leave you were barely keeping your eyes open, but everyone laughed which made you open your eyes again, but you saw everyone looking at you and laughing which makes you laugh as well not knowing why they are laughing

"ok someone is drunk let's go sleep," Chan says laughing as you put your hands up celebrating that it is nap time, but your face is blank "Yay," you say and drop your arms as your eyes try shut back down

"let's go," Chan says getting up and pulling your arm You almost fall back but he pulls you back up again

"bye-bye," you say as you walk towards your room and Chan follows behind making sure you don't fall down

He opens the bedroom door for you and lets you in as you grab the walls to sustain your dizzy head

"Are you really drunk?" Chan asks with an unbelievable look on his face as you drink a bit but still, it is raw vodka

"bitch?" you asked offended as you turn to him and he just laughs with a hand on your chest

"ok, you are drunk" he affirms as his smile never leaves his face, "let's get you to bed" he moves the bedsheet to the side so you can sit on the comfy mattress

"do you know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away and an orange a day keeps the plumber away, so basically throwing fruits at people keeps them away" You laugh at your own joke as he chuckles at your stupidity

You hum stretching yourself in your sheets "Will you kiss me again goodnight?" you ask with a smile bearly keeping your eyes open as you feel sleep getting to you

Chan blushes at your comment "You want that?" he asks you with a smirk he gets close to your face as heat rises to your face but he just smirks and leaves

you roll over to your side while moaning "Muther fucker" A teasing smirk leaves your lips

8:30 am the next day

Your head hurts as hell you sit up from the bed and smell the fresh odor of food from the kitchen you get out of bed ready to get out of the room but you remember last night's events

shit y/n why are you so confident when drunk? and what was that stupid idea to kiss him, you were probably horrible at it and made him uncomfortable

you get up and get your clothes to shower and change for your class at 10 am

as water is pouring over your head you think about the kiss over and over again, how can you be able to face him, should you talk about it with him? or should you ignore the matter? and when the fuck are you going to get the money?

Fuck it you are going to ignore the fact like a mature girl and just pretend nothing happened as it was just a bet

you rub your eyes stressed, like how the fuck were you able to even ask him for a second kiss? Were you really that confident? Mother fucking vodka always takes the worse of you

you get out of the shower and put on a tanktop that says 'in my delulu era' and some cargo pants

you get out brushing your wet hair just to see Chan getting out of his room with clothes on his hand "good morning " he smiles to you as you feel your stomach sink "hey... good morning" you smile without your teeth feeling rather awkward at your salutation.

"How do you feel? he asked "Oh, I'm good" you smile again hiding your teeth and looking elsewhere as you want to get to your room "I hope you're not uncomfortable because of last night," he says I stop walking and turn behind me looking at him "oh, no worries, I know it was just a bet" you move your hands awkwardly and go back to your room as you hear him chuckle

fuck he knows your shy and not uncomfortable, you get back to you're room and finish your hair, grab your bag as you head to the living room, you make your way to the kitchen finding 2 toast on a plate with avocado and eggs on them, ooh he sure knows how to cook, but as you see he made himself breakfast you will need to look for something you can do for yourself

"y/n!" you hear Chan call your name from the bathroom "Yeah?" you reply "Those toasts there are for you" he yells back "Thank you so much Chan" you reply to him, what a kind soul

you blush as you think of him making breakfast for you.

as you're eating your breakfast you hear him come out of the shower in a big hoodie and grey sweatpants rubbing his wet hair with a towel

"I have class at 9 how bout you?" he asks as you answer "We have the same class today" you confirm to him

ok get ready is almost time to leave" he tells you as you wash your plate and run towards the bathroom to ash your teeth

15mins later

"I have work today so I'm going to be late," you tell him as he nods

"and please tell me what groceries I need to buy and give me an idea of what is your diet so I can know what you eat" he looks at you, fuck those brown beautiful eyes "Not because I'm interested or anything I just want to make sure you like what I buy" you awkwardly laugh

"yes of course I will tell you what I like and also make sure you buy what you like" he smiles before exiting the house with you and entering the car

the ride is silent and you don't know what to say to make it less awkward you can feel the tension filling the car up

"What time is your shift?" he asked you

"6-10 pm" you answer already tired from just hearing it, and he nods as he parks at the school parking lot, and he nods

"Will today be the day I try that Oreo milkshake they sell there?" he asked taking his seatbelt

you shrug your shoulders as you get shy just thinking about him being with you during work

"Do as you please" you pitch your voice as you smile cutely and open the door out the car and put your bag on "Thank you, remember the list" you remark as he smiles at you

you walk towards the entrance but he catches up to you just to walk up next to you and you smile at each other

Danm you felt nervous around him...

Time skip

You make your way to the car just to see Chan leaning against it with his phone in his hand and his leg bent against the car behind him

you get there and take your bag out of your back as he looks at you "Hey" you say as you smile at him "Hey how was class?" he smiles genuinely toward you

you know, he knows, the tension is just unbearable, since morning those smiles weren't innocent and kind, they were flirty between the two of you, feeling those fucking butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach as he came closer to you just leaving a bit of space between both of you for the holly spirit, he smiles/smirks and takes your bag

"It went alright," you say when he goes to the back of the car to put your bag there smirking to yourself when he can't see

shit, why is he so hot?

He starts driving and tells you that he will accompany you to the market to buy food

the drive was calm, almost no talk but ransom music on the radio

he parks and we both get out of the car he gets back to my side as we grab a cart for our shopping items, we enter and start looking around at the variety of things

Chan's POV

she grabs a cart and I see her looking around for things,

she is so pretty, how her nose scrunches up when she smiles and how her lashes define her big eyes, how those pants round up deliciously her cute ass, and how her tank top defines her small breast perfectly; her waist and those cute lips giving those perfect details of her facial expressions, and how soft they were, and she looks so pretty and innocent, it will be easy turn her to me

My phone vibrates in my pocket as she looks at me, I check my phone to see who's texting and see a message from Ha-yoon

-Hey meet me at Marty's(;?

She remarks Marty's motel where we met 2 weeks ago for the past month

- hey yoon, can't make it today

-aww why are you busy :(?

she answers my text

-yep

- then make some time for me...

she answers, begging knowing what she wants

-can't, busy

- 1 image attached

a photo of her bear breast on display in front of a mirror catches my eyes as I put the screen light low, I put the phone closer to my face trying to be discreet

-let me see what I can do

I wrote back

"What do you think?" y/n shows me a bread brand "Do you like this one or that one" She points at another brand

"Both are good choose the one you like more" I smile at her

Y/n POV

I grab the bread that I think is the best and put it in the cart, I see him concentrating on his phone, which I guess is important as he stayed behind for some minutes.

I also put some fruits and some snacks, and he follows behind me still texting...rude, I'm trying to buy what he likes and he doesn't even care

I go to the meat section and you grab some chicken, beef, and fish, you make sure to buy enough for the month

You also put inside some ingredients to make food for both of you, you make sure to have everything on the list you wrote in the morning

"Do you want something else?" you ask him, he takes his eyes off his phone and looks at you "Uh no I'm fine" he looks around and goes back to his phone

"ok" his attitude makes you feel bad, is he annoyed? what happened with the sudden change you continue to walk in the aisle and you see your favorite strawberry cookies and you grab2 packets for the month

he puts his phone in his pocket and sighs

"I'm almost done" you try to hurry up thinking that he probably doesn't like shopping

"don't worry" his eyes advert somewhere else but widen when he sees someone in particular

but you can't see because your fucking short

so you keep walking over to cash out your items

"Hello, how are you doing today?" the cashier asks you "I'm good and you?"

"fine thank you" he smiles and proceeds to scan your products

he is a man about your age wearing his uniform and a beenie, he looks at you and smiles each time he can... how cute

" Your total is $128 with 87 cents" You nod and take your card out, he grabs it and swipes it

"thank you so much gentleman" he blushes and smiles

"thankyou! pretty lady" he says with a smile and a big blush on his cheeks and looks down as you take your stuff to the car

Chan helps you with your stuff and totally ignores the man saying goodbye

"hey" you warn him "he was saying goodbye to you," you tell him

"yeah I know," he says "damn why so mean then?" you get offended at his attitude since earlier

"I don't know, go ask your gentleman then!" he gets mad and walks faster towards the car

Danm why is he mad at me? he was the one acting like a bitch

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Most Essential Vocabulary #2

Part 2 of Most Essential Vocab, as always I’ll include notes when I think something needs more explaining and I’ll point out regionalisms when I know them.

And if anyone has any alternate words/regionalisms they know of for things, please let me know - it helps me and everyone else too!

...I also REALLY overdid it with the food categories, but it’s pretty much the majority of things you can find in a grocery store, market, or supermarket as far as food... except for more specific things like names of fish (which I don’t always know myself, and isn’t THAT essential unless you go to the fishmonger a lot)

Occupations [Los Oficios]

I’ll be including the male and female forms of things - anything with just one form is unisex

Note: Pretty much anything with -ista in it is unisex, even if it ends in A; as an example el artista or la artista.

trabajador, trabajadora = worker [n] trabajador(a) = hard-working [adj]

abogado, abogada = lawyer abogado/a defensor(a) / la defensa = defense lawyer / defense fiscal / abogado/a de la acusación = prosecutor [generally in a trial it’s the abogado/a “attorney/lawyer” or la defensa as a general term, and then you have el/la fiscal “prosecutor”... who is also technically abogado/a but a different function]

doctor, doctora = doctor

médico, médica = doctor [specifically medicine]

maestro, maestra = teacher [lit. “master”; it is often used with teachers that cover multiple subjects and pre-college/university... usually a maestro/a tends to teach younger children, or they’re a “master” or “teacher” in martial arts or music]

el profesor, la profesora = professor [more common in university and for people who are more experts or who have specialized learning degrees]

hombre de negocios, mujer de negocios = businessman/businesswoman

artista = artist

músico, música = musician [not to be confused with la música “music” by itself which is a noun]

dentista = dentist

sastre = tailor

albañil = builder, construction worker [lit. “bricklayer”; this is sometimes the word for “mason” and general construction work and those working with stone, brick, or cement]

contratista = contractor

granjero, granjera = farmer

cocinero, cocinera = cook

chef = chef

camarero, camarera = waiter, waitress / server* mesero, mesera = waiter, waitress / server [more Latin America]

panadero, panadera = baker [specifically el pan “bread”]

pastelero, pastelera = baker [specifically cakes or pastry; as la pasta means “dough/pastry” and los pasteles are “cakes”]

carnicero, carnicera = butcher

cazador, cazadora = hunter [la cazadora could also be “huntress” if you’re feeling fancy]

leñador, leñadora = woodcutter / lumberjack, “lumberjill”

mago, maga = magician [or “mage” if you’re playing an RPG; usually mago/a in the real world means someone who does illusions or card tricks etc]

científico, científica = scientist

químico, química = chemist [someone working with chemicals]

farmacéutico, farmacéutica = pharmacist / chemist [UK]

biólogo, bióloga = biologist

pescador, pescadora = fisher

marinero, marinera = sailor

cartero, cartera = postal worker, courier, “mailman” / “mailwoman”

soldado = soldier

atleta = athlete

nadador, nadadora = swimmer

jugador / jugadora (de algo) = player (of something) [in some contexts el juego “game” or jugador, jugadora can be “gambling” and “gambler”]

futbolista = football player / soccer player

beisbolista = baseball player

luchador, luchadora = fighter / wrestler

electricista = electrician

informático, informática = computer tech, IT [internet tech] person [la informática is the general word for “computer sciences” - so anyone who deals with computer things is often called informático/a]

programador, programadora = programmer

plomero, plomera = plumber [Latin America in general] fontanero, fontanera = plumber [Spain and parts of Mexico and Central America] gasiftero, gasfitera = plumber [parts of South America]

técnico, técnica = technician [also sometimes someone who repairs things; it’s not just “tech expert”, it could be very widely applied]

policía = police officer

autor, autora = author

escritor, escritora = writer

dramaturgo, dramaturga = playwright

actor, actriz = actor / actress [sometimes actresses use actor for themselves as a way to distance themselves from the gender of it all; but in general you see actor/actriz and los actores “actors”... saying las actrices specifically refers to “actresses”]

poeta, poetisa = poet [we rarely use “poetess” in English today but it exists]

escultor, escultora = sculpter

pintor, pintora = painter

contable = accountant [I think Spain] contador, contadora = accountant [more Latin America; lit. “counter”]

político, política = politician

juez (sometimes jueza in feminine) = judge

banquero, banquera = banker, bank worker

cajero, cajera = cashier / clerk / teller (at a bank) [cajero/a really means “someone who operates the cash register” but la caja “box” is also applied to la caja fuerte “safe” or “strongbox” so it applies to bank tellers as well; anytime there’s a cash register involved, you’re probably dealing with a cajero/a]

dependiente, dependienta = retail worker, sales clerk

el dueño, la dueña = owner / landlord, landlady

propietario, propietaria = owner, property owner

jefe, jefa = boss

asesor, asesora = consultant

consejero, consejera = advisor, consultant, counselor / councilor (someone serving on a council)

gerente, gerenta = manager manager / mánager = manager

empleado, empleada = employee

*Note: camarero/a by itself is often used as “waiter/waitress” but in some places it means “maid” as in the person who cleans up rooms in a hotel. This is because camarero/a originally meant “chamberlain” related to la cámara “bedroom/chamber” or la cama “bed” - a camarero/a would attend to someone like their personal servant and in older works it meant an adviser or someone who oversaw an important person’s appointments and sometimes coordinated their outfits or oversaw the other staff.

It came to be “waiter/waitress” in inns and hotels and the noble houses where someone might be coordinating your sleeping arrangements and also making sure you were fed, possibly serving you themselves

Today, camarero/a is often your “server” in (I think?) Spain, but in other places they’re the people cleaning up after you at a hotel. To the best of my knowledge, the cleaning crew is typically el criado or la criada “servant” - but often la criada means “maid”, both in history and today............. and outside of Batman you rarely are going to see el mayordomo “butler” used, but just in case, there it is

The term mesero/a is directly related to la mesa “table” so they’re specifically the person bringing things to and from the table which no added meanings. To the best of my knowledge this is more common in Latin America; and your camarero/a is probably the cleaning crew

*Note 2: The word músico/a for “musician” is the umbrella term. Most instruments have their own word and frequently end in -ista... such as pianista “pianist”, flautista “flautist” / “flute player”, or baterista “drummer”, as well as guitarrista “guitar player” and bajista “bass player”

You’ll find more specific terms for specific sports, activities, and other skills. Many end in -ista, and some like martial arts have specific works themselves

el oficio = occupation / job, job title

el puesto = position

el hueco = vacancy [lit. “a hollow/empty spot” or “gap”; can refer to jobs or empty spaces in schedules/calendars, or it can mean “a hollow” of a tree or a “gap” in something]

el trabajo = job / work

la labor = labor, work [used both for working hard and childbirth]

trabajar = to work

laborar / laburar = to work [regional; especially common in South America or Río de la Plata]

el tajo = “work”, “workplace” [I think this is regional; lit. el tajo is “a slice” or “slash”]

la oficina = office

el bufete = firm [usually law firm]

la compañía = company

la empresa = enterprise

el despacho = office (someone’s personal office; usually for teachers or bosses; this is not the “office” you typically work in, this is someone’s private workspace)

Also worth pointing out - somewhat related - that a “doctor’s office” is frequently el consultorio. It’s specifically the place you go to for a consulta “examination” or “medical exam”; so it’s more the actual building. In some places you will see “the doctor’s” referred to as la clínica “clinic” or “doctor’s (office)”; and in some places el hospital although this is very regional as sometimes el hospital or la clínica can carry different connotations of being privately owned or not

Buildings and the City [Los Edificios y la Ciudad]

el edificio = building

el rascacielos = skyscraper [lit. “scratches skies”]

el pueblo = town / population (people)

la aldea = village, small town

la ciudad = city

la calle = street / road

el callejón = alley

el coche, el carro, el auto = car [all are regional, all make perfect sense to everyone but they are regionally preferred - Spain tends towards coche, Latin America in general prefers carro, and parts of South America use auto]

la carretera, la autopista = highway

la acera = sidewalk [semi-related la acera is also used in many expressions related to sexually; ser de la otra acera or ser de la acera de enfrente tend to mean “to play for the other team” as in “to be gay”, and literally they mean “to be from the other sidewalk” or “to be from the opposite sidewalk”]

la escuela = school

el instituto = institute / high school [regional]

el colegio = high school [regional]

la universidad = university, college, academy

el banco = bank [el banco can also be “bench” in some places]

el mercado = market, marketplace

el supermercado, el súper = supermarket

la biblioteca = library

la farmacia = pharmacy la droguería = pharmacy [regional]

el hospital = hospital

la clínica = doctor’s office / clinic

la estación = station la estación de tren = train station la estación de policía / la comisaría = police office

el andén = platform

el ayuntamiento = town hall, city hall

la iglesia = church

el catedral = cathedral

la mezquita = mosque

el templo = temple

la sinagoga = synagogue

el parque = park el parque de diversiones = theme park

el monumento = monument

la galería (de arte) = art gallery

la peluquería = hair salon, hairdresser’s

el bufete = law firm

la oficina = office

la fuente = fountain

la estatua = statue

el aeropuerto = airport

el puerto = port

el barco = ship

el muelle / los muelles = docks, wharf

el autobus, el bus = bus

el taxi = taxi

el restaurante = restaurant

el café = cafe

la granja = farm

la finca, la hacienda = estate / plantation [sometimes “farm” but in the sense of “this is the main house on the farmlands”]

la pastelería = bakery (cakes/sweets)

la panadería = bakery (bread)

el centro comercial = shopping center / mall

la librería = bookstore

el castillo = castle

el palacio = palace

la fábrica = factory

el taller = workshop / art studio

el estadio = stadium

el correo / los correos / la oficina de correos = post office [kinda regional, but el correo is “mail” so it all makes sense regardless]

la tienda = store [la tienda literally means “tent”, so you will see it as la tienda de camping “tent (for camping)” as well; this is because people’s shops used to be outside and covered in awnings or tents, or they could be mobile and they’d set up tents to sell goods]

el almacén = department store [lit. “warehouse”]

el museo = museum

el teatro = theater

el cine = movie theater, “the movies”

el acuario = aquarium

el planetario = planetarium el observatorio = observatory

la torre = tower

la fortaleza = fortress

el portal = gate [or “portal”]

la puerta = door

la ventana = window

el cristal = window [lit. “crystal”, but el cristal is commonly used for “a pane of glass” and “windows” in general; it may also refer to “glass” in general... the other word for “glass” is el vidrio which is sometimes more formal or the material, but el cristal can be the glass part of clocks, watches, compasses, etc]

la casa = house

el hogar = home

In the Kitchen [En la Cocina]

la sal = salt

la pimienta = pepper

el azúcar = sugar

la miel = honey

el agua = water [technically feminine noun]

la grasa = fat

la harina = flour la harina de maíz / la maicena = cornstarch

el ácido = acid

el aceite = oil el aceite de oliva = olive oil el aceite de girasol = sunflower oil el aceite de cártamo = safflower oil el aceite de sésamo = sesame oil el aceite vegetal = vegetable oil el aceite de cacahuete/maní = peanut oil el aceite de coco = coconut oil el aceite de aguacate = avocado oil

el vinagre = vinegar

el huevo = egg

la yema = yolk

la clara (de huevo) = egg white

la tortilla = omelet

[when it’s not the tortillas you see in more Latin American food, a tortilla refers to “omelet”; literally a tortilla refers to “turned/twisted” from torcer, so it originally meant something that was flipped halfway through, or partially folded]

la tortilla de papa / patata = potato omelet [EXTREMELY common dish in Spain] la tortilla española = Spanish tortilla / potato omelet

la tortilla de maíz = corn tortilla la tortilla de harina = flour tortilla

Vegetables [Los Vegetales]

los vegetales = vegetables las verduras = vegetables, greens

la lechuga = lettuce

el tomate = tomato

la zanahoria = carrot

la cebolla = onion

el puerro = leek

el apio = celery

el ajo = garlic el diente de ajo = garlic clove [lit. “tooth of garlic”]

la papa = potato = Latin America la patata = potato [Spain]

(las) papas/patatas fritas = (French) fries / chips [UK] [lit. “fried potatoes”]

la batata = sweet potato el camiote = sweet potato [Central America] el boniato = sweet potato [usually more Rio de la Plata]

la alcachofa = artichoke

la col / el repollo = cabbage

el brócoli = broccoli [has some other regional spellings like brécol or bróculi but generally the same sound-ish]

la coliflor = cauliflower

la col rizada, el repollo rizado = kale [lit. “curly cabbage”] la berza = kale

la calabaza = pumpkin

el calabacín = squash / zucchini / gourd

la berenjena = eggplant, aubergine

el pepino = cucumber

el pimiento = bell pepper [regional]

el chile / el ají = chile pepper

el aguacate = avocado

el hinojo = fennel

la aceituna = olive [regional but the most standard] la oliva = olive [regional]

el hongo = mushroom la seta = mushroom el champiñón = mushroom [all regional but all mostly make sense to everyone else; I believe champiñón is more common in Spain]

el guisante, los guisantes = pea, peas

el nabo = turnip

el rábano = radish

la remolacha = beet el betabel = beet [regional] la betarraga = beet [regional]

la espinaca = spinach

Meat and Fish [La Carne y El Pescado]

la carne = meat / flesh

el pollo = chicken / poultry

el pavo = turkey

el puerco / el cerdo = pork [or “pig”]

el jamón = ham

la salchicha = sausage

el res / (la) vaca = beef [la vaca being “cow”]

la hamburguesa = hamburger

la ternera = veal

el bistec = steak

el lomo (de algo) = loin [usually el lomo de res or el lomo de puerco]

el solomillo = sirloin

el filete = fillet

la albóndiga = meatball [depending on region the exact kind differs, but in general las albóndigas are some kind of meatballs]

el conejo / la liebre = rabbit / hare

la rana = frog

el caracol, los caracoles = snails

el pescado = fish

el bacalao = cod

el salmón = salmon

la platija / el lenguado = flounder

el atún = tuna

la trucha = trout

la pez espada = swordfish

la perca = perch

el esturión = sturgeon

la merluza = hake

el abadejo = pollock

la anguila = eel

la anchoa / el boquerón = anchovy

la sardina = sardine

la almeja = clam

el mejillón = mussel

la ostra = oyster

el calamar = squid

el pulpo = octopus

la vieira = scallop [many regional names here, just saying]

el camarón = shrimp la gamba = prawn, shrimp [both generally mean the same thing, but they are more regional; a gamba is typically bigger in my experience but because they look the same they get used as the same general thing]

el marisco, los mariscos = shellfish, seafood [general term; if you’re being specific, los mariscos mean “anything from the sea”, but if you’re differentiating fish and shellfish you use el pescado for “fish” and los mariscos for “shellfish”]

Dairy [Los Lácteos]

el lácteo, los lácteos = dairy products

la leche = milk

la nata = cream la crema = cream [more or less the same, but some places use one more than the other; everyone understands it though]

el queso = cheese

el yogur = yogurt

la mantequilla = butter la manteca = lard

Starches and Legumes [Los Almidones y Las Legumbres]

el almidón = starch

el maíz = corn

la empanada = empanada / fried dumpling [lit. “covered in bread”, so it can be many things that are covered in dough; I’ve even seen “pot pie” called empanada]

el pan = bread la hogaza = loaf (of bread)

la miga / la migaja = breadcrumb

el trigo = wheat

la avena = oat

los cereales = cereal / grains

el arroz = rice

la pasta = pasta [sometimes “dough”]

el espagueti, los espaguetis = spaghetti

el ñoqui = gnocci

la lasaña = lasagna

los fideos = noodles

la legumbre, las legumbres = legumes

la lenteja, las lentejas = lentils

el frijol, los frijoles = beans la habichuela, las habichuelas = beans la alubia, las alubias = beans la judía, las judías = beans [they all kind of mean “beans”, it’s all regional but frijoles makes me think of Mexico or some parts of Latin America; typically they add a color to specify... so you might see las judías OR las habichuelas verdes for “green beans”, or you might see las habichuelas rojas or los frijoles rojos for “red beans” or “kidney beans”; everyone mostly knows what you’re talking about, don’t worry]

Fruits [Las Frutas]

la fruta = fruit

la manzana = apple

la naranja = orange la mandarina = Mandarin oranges / oranges

el melocotón = peach [Spain] el durazno = peach [Latin America]

la cereza = cherry

el coco = coconut

la piña = pineapple

el albaricoque = apricot [Spain] el damasco = apricot [Latin America] el chabacano = apricot [Mexico]

la uva = grape

la toronja = grapefruit

la fresa = strawberry [in general] la frutilla = strawberry [in some countries; fresa in some countries can be “posh” or “rich”]

la frambuesa = raspberry

la mora = mulberry / blueberry [sometimes la mora azul]

el arándano (azul) = blueberry

el arándano rojo = cranberry

la baya = berry

el higo = fig

el dátil = date

el melón = melon

la sandía = watermelon

la ciruela = plum la ciruela pasa = prune

la pasa, las pasas = raisins [la pasa can refer to any kind of dried fruit, usually it’s “raisins” meaning la uva pasa “raisins” from grapes, or la ciruela pasa “prune” from plums]

el limón = lemon

la lima = lime [sometimes it’s limón for “lime”; it’s very confusing and regional]

la banana = banana el banano = banana [regional; sometimes “banana tree”]

el plátano = plantain / banana [regional]

Nuts [Los Frutos Secos]

los frutos secos = nuts [lit. “dry yieldings”; where fruto as “fruit” refers to anything that a plant produces or “bears”]

el maní / el cacahuete = peanut

la castaña = chestnut

la nuez = walnut

el pistacho = pistachio

el anarcado / la castaña de cajú = cashew

la almendra = almond

la avellana = hazelnut

la semilla = seed

la semilla de girasol = sunflower seed

la semilla de calabaza = pumpkin seed la pipa = pumpkin seed [Spain; la pipa is just “pip” or “seed”] la pepita = pumpkin seed [Mexico; it’s a specific type, but in general la pepita can be a pumpkin seed or a small seed]

la mantequilla/crema de (algo) = butter (of some kind) la mantequilla/crema de cacahuete/maní = peanut butter la mantequilla/crema de almendra = almond butter

Herbs and Spices [Las Hierbas y Las Especias]

la hierba = herb [or “grass”]

la hoja = leaf

el tallo = stem, stalk

la albahaca = basil

el laurel, la hoja de laurel = bay leaf, laurel

el perejil = parsley

el orégano = oregano

la salvia = sage

el romero = rosemary

el tomillo = thyme

el eneldo = dill

el cilantro = cilantro / coriander

la especia = spice

la corteza = bark (of a tree) / crust (of bread/cake)

la raíz = root

la canela = cinnamon

el jengibre = ginger

el clavo = clove [or “nail” or “hoof” in general]

la pimienta = pepper (spice)

la pimienta de Jamaica = allspice [lit. “Jamaica pepper”]

el cardamomo = cardamom

la cúrcuma = turmeric

la nuez moscada = nutmeg

el cilantro = coriander / cilantro

la (semilla de) mostaza = mustard (seed)

molido/a = ground en polvo = ground [lit. “in dust (form)”]

el polvo de ajo = garlic powder el polvo de cebolla = onion powder el polvo de chile/ají = chili powder el polvo de curry = curry powder

la paprika = paprika [often the Hungarian sweet kind] el pimentón = paprika [often the spicy Spanish kind, commonly the spice for chorizo, but pimentón can also be used for “bell pepper” in some places]

la sal = salt la sal marina = seasalt la sal en escamas = flakey salt [lit. “salt in scales”; the escamas are “scales” for fish or reptiles, but en escamas is often the term for “flaked” or “flakey”]

Other Things [Otras Cosas]

el condimento = condiment

la mayonesa = mayonnaise

el ketchup, el catsup = ketchup

la mostaza = mustard

la salsa = sauce / salsa la salsa de tomate = tomato sauce la salsa béchamel / el béchamel = bechamel sauce, cream sauce la salsa de soja = soy sauce

la soja = soy

el vino = wine el vino tinto = red wine el vino blanco = white wine

el jerez = sherry

la cerveza = beer / ale

la mezcla = mix, mixture

la vinagreta = vinaigrette / salad dressing el aderezo (de ensalada) / el arreglo (de ensalada) = salad dressing [el aderezo may also mean “condiments” or “fixings” for other foods, but specifically for salads it’s “dressing”]

el puré = puree / mash, “mashed” / blended (el) puré de papa/patata = mashed potatoes (el) puré de manzana = applesauce [also la compota de manzana which is “apple compote”] (el) puré de calabaza = pumpkin puree, mashed pumpkin

endulzado/a = sweetened

enchilado/a = covered in chiles, covered in a spicy sauce

batido/a = whipped / creamed / scrambled [batir means “to strike” like “to slap”, or “to hit”; it could also be “stirred” and you may see it used along with agitado/a “stirred” or “shaken”]

relleno/a = stuffed el relleno = stuffing / filling

en escabeche = marinated / brined, in brine en salmuera = brined, in brine [el escabeche is “marinade” or “pickling juice”, la salmuera is literally “brine” as in related to salt water]

hervido/a = boiled

adobado/a = marinaded (meat usually), covered in spices / spice rubbed [el adobo can mean a few things but it’s often a spice mix of some kind, sometimes a brine or marinade]

frito/a = fried

horneado/a = baked (in the oven) [from el horno “oven”, but hornear is “to bake” or generally “to use the oven”]

al vapor = steamed [lit. “(cooked) in steam”]

asado/a = roasted / baked

tostado/a = toasted

dorado/a = browned [lit. “made golden” from dorar “to gild” or “to coat in gold”, but in cooking it means “to brown”]

estofado/a = stewed, simmered

al horno = oven-baked [or al forno for Italian things]

encurtido/a = pickled los pepinos encurtidos = pickles [lit. “pickled cucumbers”]

el curtido = ceviche / slaw [generally it depends, but a curtido is some kind of sour marinated dish, and it can be vegetables like “coleslaw” OR it could be some kind of ceviche; if you see a curtido just know it is generally acidic or pickled]

la milanesa = breaded cutlet [anything milanesa refers to something breaded and fried; la milanesa de pollo is “breaded chicken cutlet”, la milanesa de res is “breaded beef cutlet” etc]

el sándwich = sandwich [standard I think (?); sometimes it has alternate spellings/pronunciations]

el bocadillo = sandwich [Spain usually, specifically on a long piece of bread like a baguette; for everyone else this is “mouthful” usually] la torta = sandwich [Mexico, specifically on a round roll] el emparedado = sandwich [I think mostly Spain; it literally means “between walls”]

la masa = dough

el pastel = cake [regional] la torta = cake [in Mexico a torta is a type of sandwich]

la tarta = tart, pie / cake [regional]

la galleta = cookie la galleta salada = cracker [lit. “salted gallete”]

la tostada = toast (a piece of toast)

glaseado/a = frosted/iced

el glaseado = frosting/icing la escarcha = frosting/icing [lit. “frost”] [you may also see la cobertura “topping” OR el baño “bath” as frosting or icing, it all depends]

la confitura = jam, jelly, compote, preserves la confitura de (algo) = (something) confit/compote/preserves

la jalea = jelly

la mermelada = jam, jelly, preserves, marmalade

la crema batida = whipped cream

el dulce, los dulces = sweet thing, sweets / possibly candy

la gomita = gummy candy

la golosina = candy [in general; kind of like the category like “confection”; all candies are golosinas really]

el chocolate = chocolate

la vainilla = vanilla

el helado = ice cream

dulce = sweet

agrio/a = sour, bitter ácido/a = sour, tart

amargo = bitter, sour

agridulce = bittersweet, sweet and sour

salado/a = salty, salted

picante = spicy [sometimes picoso/a or enchiloso/a though enchiloso/a to me implies a chile]

duro/a = hard

blando/a = soft

suave = smooth

espeso/a = thick [mixtures]

crujiente = crunchy

grasoso/a = greasy

aceitoso/a = oily

empalagoso/a, empalagante = cloyingly sweet, sickly sweet

seco/a = dry

mojado/a = wet empapado/a = soaked, wet

el sabor = taste

crudo/a = raw

cocido/a = cooked bien cocido/a = “well done” [for steaks]

Beverages [Las Bebidas]

la bebida = beverage, drink

el café = coffee

el tueste = roast [for coffee] el tueste claro = light roast coffee el tueste oscuro = dark roast tostado/a = roasted/toasted

el té = tea el té negro = black tea el té verde = green tea el té helado = iced tea

el té (de algo) = (some kind of) tea el té de manzanilla = chamomile tea el té de hierbas / el té herbal = herbal tea

el alcohol = alcohol

el trago = a shot (of alcohol)

(andar/salir) de copas = to go out drinking [la copa is “wine glass”, related to the word “goblet”, so de copas is “out drinking” in a way]

el vaso (de agua) = glass (of water)

la taza (de té/café) = cup/mug (of tea/coffee) / teacup or coffee cup/mug

la copa = glass (of wine)

el refresco = soda [regional] la gaseosa = soda [regional] la bebida gaseosa = soft drink

la soda = soda [can also be “seltzer water” or “club soda”]

con gas = carbonated, “sparkling” [lit. “with gas” sin gas = uncarbonated, “flat”

la cidra = cider

el vino = wine el vino tinto = red wine el vino blanco = white wine

el champán = champagne

la cerveza = beer la caña = draft beer [at least in Spain; idk about everywhere else; lit. caña is “reed” or “tube” so it means it comes from a keg or spigot or something is “on tap”]

el ron = rum

la ginebra = gin

el vodka = vodka

el whiskey, el whisky = whiskey el (whiskey) escocés = scotch [lit. “Scottish (whiskey)”]

la limonada = lemonade

el zumo = juice [Spain] el jugo = juice [Latin America, usually]*

la pulpa = pulp sin pulpa = no pulp

el hielo = ice con hielo = with ice sin hielo = without ice sobre hielo = on ice / over ice / “on the rocks”

mezclado/a = mixed

*el jugo is used sometimes in Spain, often with “meat juices” and jugoso/a is still “juicy” in many countries, but it’s more common in Spain for fruit juices to be zumo... whether it’s zumo de naranja “orange juice” or zumo de manzana “apple juice” etc

Some common drinks to know: la sangría is “sangria” [lit. “bloodletting” related to la sangre “blood”] which is wine with fruit. Since sangria can be kind of touristy, some places tend to have tinto de verano “summer red wine” which is often cheap red wine and some kind of fruit soda like sparkling lemonade or orange soda. Another common one is la clara which is beer and sparkling lemonade [I think close to a “shandy” in English though lord knows I rarely call it that]

Meals [Las Comidas]

el aperitivo = appetizer

las tapas = tapas, appetizers [typically more of a Spain thing]

el plato fuerte = main dish, entree [lit. “strong dish”] el plato principal = main dish, entree

la ensalada = salad

la sopa = soup

el caldo = broth

el estofado = stew

el desayuno = breakfast [standard, but also sometimes regional where desayuno might be very early or more sweet]

la comida = lunch / meal [in general] el almuerzo = lunch [US/UK; for most other places it’s a midmorning meal]

la merienda = snack / teatime, high tea

la cena = dinner

el postre = dessert

la comida ligera = light meal

la comida basura = junk food

There’s so much to say about eating schedules in Spanish vs English but really your experience will be different depending on if the country has a siesta culture. Just know many of the words can be HIGHLY regional

In most Spanish-speaking countries la comida is “lunch” [lit. “food”]; but in the US we typically say el almuerzo as a meal that happens at noon. Depending on where you are your entire eating schedule is different but in the US we have three meals - el desayuno, el almuerzo, la cena. Your exact meal schedule will depend on the country you’re in

¡Buen provecho! = Bon Appetit, “Dig In” [said before eating]

¡Salud! = Cheers! [lit. “health”, said before drinking during a toast] ¡Chin-chin! = Cheers! [a less formal toast, it’s literally the sound of glasses clinking together so it implies everyone sort of touches their glasses before drinking; chin-chin is often said with salud at these times so you’ll probably hear them both at the same time at an informal party/occasion]

la sobremesa = “dinner conversation” [a culture concept; la sobremesa literally is “above table” but it’s the word for talking and hanging out with friends and family over a meal, sort of like chitchat or conversation... it’s the act of growing closer “at the table”]

School Subjects [Las Materias]

la escuela = school

la tarea = homework / task

la materia = school subject

las matemáticas (mate / las mates) = mathematics, math

el álgebra = algebra [technically feminine]

la geometría = geometry

el cálculo = calculus [or “calculations”, it can be used like “I did the math” or “I ran the numbers”... that’s cálculo too]

la ciencia = science

la biología = biology

la química = chemistry

la física = physics

la informática = computer sciences, IT

la historia = history

la geografía = geography

los estudios sociales = social studies

las bellas artes = fine arts [arte is typically masculine, but in certain contexts it’s feminine - usually for las bellas artes or las artes marciales “martial arts”]

la literatura = literature

la escritura = writing / creative writing la narrativa = writing / creative writing [la narrativa means “narrative” but also could mean “storycraft”, as in one’s ability to write/tell a story]

el arte = art

la música = music

el drama = drama, theater [masculine] el teatro = theater (place and a subject)

el idioma = language [masculine] la lengua = language [lit. “tongue”]

la lengua y literatura = language arts [lit. “language and literature”] las artes del lenguaje = language arts

la poesía = poetry

la comunicación = communication

la traducción = translation

la psicología = psychology [sometimes it’s written as sicología without the P; they’re both correct, but psicología is more common]

la sociología = sociology

la medicina = medicine

el Derecho = Law [often capitalized; by itself el derecho means “a right”]

la contabilidad = accounting

la enseñanza = teaching

la educación físicia = physical education, PE / gym

la gimnasia = gym [it also is “gymnastics”, or basic “physical exercise”]

el deporte / los deportes = sport / sports

el atletismo = track and field / athletics [sometimes “track and field” is (la) pista y (el) campo but pista y campo might also be el atletismo]

(el) tiro al blanco = archery / darts [lit. “the act of shooting at the target”, but el tiro “shooting” can also refer to guns as well]

la esgrima = fencing

la natación = swimming [the noun, not the verb]

Many sports-related things are influenced by Greek traditions - la gimnasia as “gym” or “physical exercise” or “gymnastics” literally means “things pertaining to the gymnasium” which is where people would work out or play certain sports or exercise. And similarly el atletismo means “track and field” because it referred to the kind of sports professional athletes practiced in Greece or practiced for the Olympics... specifically the ones that used to be done outside, such as el maratón “marathon”, running, etc. Obviously we don’t have the discus or horseracing in most schools, but the Greek influence is there. And because el atleta means “athlete”, el atlestismo also refers to “athletics” in general

#Spanish #langblr #spanish vocabulary #language learning #learn Spanish #vocabulario #learning spanish #so much vocab #ref #long post

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This Life We Build. 2 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[Hypnosis + Cravings]

For the third night in a row, Alastor was turning in the bed. Lucifer groaned as he turned the light on with a snap of fingers, turning to his side.

"Alright, fuck it" He sighed. Alastor covered his face with his forearm, hissing as he moved away. "Don't tell me that is nothing when you are clearly uncomfortable. What is wrong? It's the baby moving too much?"

"No" Alastor grunted. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."

"You told me that yesterday and before yesterday already!" Lucifer rubbed his face, sitting upright. "Just tell me. Maybe I can help."

"I am fine" Alastor turned completely, giving him his back as he curled on himself. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Babe" Lucifer yawned despite himself.

He moved over the bed to Alastor's side, caressing the side of the demon and strocking over the swollen belly where their child was growing, under his pajama. On the next weeks since they were about Alastor's condition, he had done his due deligence to inform himself about it just as much as Emily was doing. It was almost their own father-daughter kind of bonding as their did their research.

In some the many books Emily got from the library, it got mentioned that the first trimestter was the point at which the baby was at it's most vulnerable, magical pregnancy or not, but the second trimester was when the real struggle started for the pregnant person. All the effects of carrying an actual living being on his body made themselves known. For the most part Alastor handled them fine with the help of Lucifer's magic, but knowing the deer demon there was always the chance that he would endure something happening for the sake of not appearing like he couldn't handle everything.

"Come on, babe" he sighed, kissing the shoulder of Alastor. He send a little portion of magic through his hand. Even if the baby didn't need it, for Alastor it usually had a calming effect similar to his healing magic. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Your reputation will be fine. Just tell me so we can both go back to sleep. Please?"

Alastor grunted, sighning into the pillow. The static radio surrounding him was low, but spoke volumes of his state. After a considerable while in which Lucifer was about to insist again, he said simply:

"I am hungry."

Was that all?

"Oh" Lucifer rubbed his face between the shoulder blades of his husband. "Alright, no problem. Want me to prepare you something? I can go without sleep more than you anyway. Just tell me what it is."

"I don't want to" Alastor let that hang in the air as if it was nothing, while Lucifer stared at him.

Any moment in which Alastor was hungry, but didn't took the chance to be pampered, was one he considered more than warranted to get worried over.

"Oh, now I know something is wrong" insisted, rising on his arm, looking for his face. His husband was stubbornly keeping his eyes closed, as if refusing to aknowledge him. "Baby, what is it?"

Alastor sneered.

"Some people would consider considerate not sending their husband to cook at these hours of the night" he groaned. "How late is it anyway? Three in the morning?"

"You are pregnant" pointed out Lucifer, not taking the bait to get distracted. "If you are hungry, our baby is hungry and if I let any of you go hungry, I will be a pretty shitty parent and partner. So tell me already."

Alastor sighed, covering his face with a hand. Lucifer pursed his lips when he saw movement on the corner of his eyes and saw the shadow extending on the wall beyond their bed. The silhouette of it had changed with Alastor, looking plumber where the abdomen should be, and nowhere else. Normally the shadow seemed just over the moon with the pregnancy, enjoying more obviously than Alastor did. Often times Lucifer found it caressing his own belly or look down on it with a happy grin that made him want to stamp his lips on any surface he was in, just to let him know how much he loved it too.

But now it was instead lookig at him, trying to communicate something. When Lucifer tilted his head, the shadow pointed at his other self and then formed what looked to be a cake between his hands. The shadow opened up the profile of his mouth and devoured the food, playing up his satisfaction.

"You crave sweets?" asked Lucifer. The static hitching up giving him the answer. "Aww, honey, why didn't you just say that before? I can do those with my eyes closed, it doesn't cost me a thing."

"I don't like sweets" commented Alastor without uncovering himself.

"I know you normally don't, but normally you don't have a baby growing inside you" Lucifer sighed, brushing his blood red hair back gently to caress his cheek. "I read that sometimes people would like the weirdest shit imaginable that they would never consider before, so it's not like it's all that weird. I can have a nice cake for you in a second. Any particular flavor you would like?"

"I don't want to" repeated Alastor.

"A cake is not going to ruin your taste for meat forever. I like sweets and also still eat sinner's flesh with you" When Alastor still didn't answer, Lucifer rubbed his arm and lowered himself to kiss his neck. "Just tell me what is wrong, babe."

Alastor released a long sigh, like he had been holding it in for a while. Lucifer waited, despite his growing fear. He didn't want to pressure his husband to talk until he was ready.

"Sweets was what my mom prepared everytime my parents got in a fight" said Alastor finally, his eyes still closed, as if pretending he was telling it to no one would make it easier. "After my father ran away slamming the door, mom was on the kitchen making something sweet for when he came back."

"Oh" Lucifer didn't know what else to say, so he hugged the man from behind. He thought about all the times that Alastor had made something sweet for him or the girls, never eating a crumb himself. Alastor always said that he learned by bothering his mom enough into teaching him, just to keep him quiet. That image was always cute for him, but now there was a undercurrent tension that wasn't there before. Alastor wasn't bothering his mom because he was a kid with nothing else to do. That was a scared kid that wanted to make sure his mom was alright. A mom that desperately wanted things to be okay again by returning to something normal, something she could control. "I am sorry, babe. I had no idea" said sincerely, nuzzling the back of his neck.

Only after a while did Alastor relaxed a little.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't think I would have ever develop a sweet tooth even at the best of times" commented, his hand slowly finding Lucifer's to grip him tightly. "But it doesn't help. It has been more than 100 years, so you would think it would be just a passing memory now."

"Hey, don't say that" said Lucifer, kissing the back of his jaw. "You are talking to the guy who was there for the creation of humanity and is still pissed about how nobody told me about the platypus before. I had to find out by talking with a sinner obssesed with them! Talk about wasted time" He sighed, gently lifting Alastor's chin for him. When his husband actually let him, he took that as a good sign that he was receptive to his words. "Some things just stay with you, no matter how much you want them to go away. Everyone has something like that, no matter how poweful they are or how much go on. I think that is just the natural price of, you know, actually having a life."

"Mmm" Alastor sighed, turning his even more to catch Lucifer's mouth. A small chaste kiss that somehow meant a lot more than that. His pretty green eyes looked over Lucifer's features. "I don't want to remember that."

"I know" Lucifer kissed the corner of his mouth, wrapping him better on his arms.

But Alastor haven't finished talking.

"Could you… make me forget?" asked softly, not sure about his own words. "I don't mean entirely or permanently, just… enough for the baby to get what they want and I can stop thinking about it."

"I don't know, honey" Lucifer was moved that Alastor would trust him that much. Because of that, he had to be honest with him about his own doubt about it. "Taking away core memories like that could really mess you up in ways I can't predict."

"Not like that" Alastor sighed, laying on bed again. Lucifer thought he was back to pretend he wasn't there until he saw the shadow looking back at its other self, the usual happy grin turned upside down. "Maybe you could make it so me and my shadow can change places for a bit? It doesn't have the same mental… hang ups as I do because it doesn't have the same memories."

"That… is a very good idea" recognized Lucifer, wondering how long Alastor had been thinking about it. Or if it was just pregnancy cravings the reason he thought about it in the first place.

"Can you do it then?"

"As long both of you are conscious beings, yeah, of course. That is far easier to do and it won't bring any risk for you" Lucifer lifted himself up. "Are you sure that is what you want?"

Alastor closed his eyes and nodded. His hand squeezed Lucifer's, more as a reassurance to his husband than asking for it.

"Yes. Maybe once the baby gets what they want, we both can go to sleep. We are connected anyway, so I will still be aware of what is happening" Alastor pushed himself up and cupped Lucifer's cheek.

Without needing much coaxing, Lucifer got closer to kiss him, knowing that despite his calm exterior suggest anything like this couldn't be easier for Alastor. Anything that could mess with the mind was a scary thing for anyone, even more so for control freaks like his husband.

"Alright" said Lucifer, looking up. "Change places, eat anything you want, and back to normal, right?"

Alastor nodded. On the heaboard of their bed, the shadow was already lurking above them. Alastor seemed fine, but there was a trace of doubt still on the face of the dark figure.

"It will be fine" said Lucifer to it, smiling. "I like you both a lot, so I won't let anything happen you both don't want. I will make the most delicious whatever you want you can imagine."

The shadow gave him a little smile. Its dark matter slitthered over the bed and wrapped itself around Lucifer's middle. A ghost of a squeeze later, it was back next to Alastor as its source nodded his head.

"Chocolate" said Alastor before Lucifer could continue. When Lucifer blinked, he looked to a side. "I think the baby wants chocolate. With strawberries maybe."

"Then chocolate with strawberries they will have" Lucifer chuckled gently and hold the face of Alastor, having him see directly into him. He didn't need to, but he would feel better observing any changes directly himself. "Relax your body."

Alastor did. He had no choice. All the tension slipped away from his shoulder as if it never existed. Lucifer hold him gently to get him lay on the bed again. The eyes of the radio demon were still looking at him, maybe a tad sleepy now, but not scared.

His king command, the one power he had over any citizen of hell that none could escape from, couldn't really change anyone's will, just the body. It felt gross a lot of the times, like moving a meat puppet whose eyes were petrified with fear the entire time, but if this was going to make it so Alastor could have a peaceful sleep then it was more than worth it. Lucifer kissed his forehead, checking on the side to see that the shadow was fine. It was still smiling, giving him a little nod, so he continue.

"There is another mind here in the room with you. You will occupy its place and leave this body vaccant for it to take it. Let it take charge while you remain in the shadow until you can be brought back."

It only took a second for his order to become true, but he felt the change. One second Alastor was looking at him with half lid eyes, trusting, expecting, and the next his eyes light up again, the eternal smile falling off his face to be replaced with a expression of open curiosity. When he looked to the side of the bed, he saw the shadow examining its own hands, grinning.

"You are free."

Lucifer let go of his husband's face, just in time to avoid getting knocked when Alastor's body suddenly sat up. This other Alastor looked down to its own body. The hand immediately reached to the belly, smiling to itself as it gave it a rub.

"Babe?" called Lucifer.

Both the body and shadow looked at him. The shadow stayed in place, grinning, but then the Alastor occupying the body smiled until its eyes crinkled and threw its arms around Lucifer's neck, squeezing him tight, like it hadn't been able to in ages. Technically, it was the first time, he realized. Actual flesh had to feel different than shadows, after all.

"I love you too, babe" Lucifer chuckled, holding it back.

It was all Alastor, all the time, so of course he did. The shadow moved from the bed to the wall, tilting his head. Lucifer couldn't really get a great read of him now. Normal Alastor could be so expressive even with his eternal smile in place, but in shadow form there was not a lot to give him clues. For a second he worried that his husband could get jelous of his other self and have unexpected reaction, but then Alastor moved on the bed and dissapeared of his sight. The next thing he knew, his dark figure was manifesting at his back to hug his middle. With all the boost of energy that Alastor had gotten since coming back from Heaven, the shadow's touch was still feathery and light in nature.

"This is weird" came out the voice of Alastor. Lucifer looked over at other Alastor, but it just seemed as surprised as he was. "Here, dear." The shadow extended from the bed to the staff of Alastor, standing against the nightstand. The eye of the mic was glowing red. "It looks like I can still speak through here" came out the voice of his husband. It was distorted, as if speaking from a far away place, but it was definitely his.

Lucifer brought the staff with his own magic, holding it on his hand. He could feel the energy emanating from it, the power it hold.

"Are you okay?" asked, turning to see the dark silhuette behind him.

"I think so" spoke Alastor through his staff. The mouth of the shadow itself didn't move at all. "It's just a new experience, I guess. My shadow is happy at least" The other Alastor grinned again, shaking his head vigoriously up and down. "It wanted to feel the baby by itself for a while now. And you, obviously."

Other Alastor smirked, rubbing his cheek against Lucifer's. When he started pespering his face with soft butterfly kisses, Lucifer couldn't help but to laugh.

"Aww" cooed, endeared. "You are so cute like this" commented, bringing its face over to kiss its lips properly.

He could feel the other becoming still for a moment, as if it didn't know what to do, but the next moment that didn't mattered as he melted against Lucifer, eyes closed. Lucifer caressed his cheek as the other Alastor nuzzled his neck, holding him close by the waist.

The eyes of the shadow behind him looked to a side.

"As I said, no mental restrictions."

"It's still you" said Lucifer, turning to cup the profile of the shadow form and bring it over to get his own kiss.

A pleasant hum came out of the staff. Lucifer chuckled and turned to other Alastor, supporting its forehead on his shoulder. He brushed its hair back and kissed its temple.

Other Alastor moved slightly to smile at him, his eyes full with such naked tenderness that Lucifer could feel the string of his heart being pulled. After a moment of silence, he had to ask.

"You can't talk?"

"It has the vocal cords for it, but it doesn't know how to use them" explained Alastor. Other Alastor nodded with those words. It opened up its mouth to let a small yawn come out, but no sound at all was emitted. "Don't worry about it, dear. I can be a translator from here. I recieve its same feelings and a glimpse of its thoughts so there won't be any misunderstanding."

"Should we still call it?" Lucifer questioned, holding up the chin of other Alastor, who blinked at him. "Babe, what do you think?"

Other Alastor blinked, as if surprised by the question, and then shrugged.

"It doesn't care. Although its more used to it anyway, so doesn't see why it should be changed now."

"Just making sure" Lucifer kissed its cheek and lowered his hand to pat the belly, making small circles over the short fur covering its stretched out skin. "So you wanted to feel the baby? How is it?"

Other Alastor grinned cheerfully and put its hand above Lucifer's, guiding it to a point on the left and making it press harder against the skin. The baby was calm that night, but from there Lucifer could feel more easily some slight movement. It wasn't the first time he got to experience that, but it was the first for the other Alastor and the open amazement on its face was another thing. The first time that his Alastor experienced the same thing he had been so overwhelmed he could not speak at all either.

"It's really cool, isn't it?" Lucifer whispered with a grin, kissing its cheek as he pet the hair on its nape. "I know you will be a good daddy for our baby, aren't you?"

Other Alastor nodded enthusiastically. He looked to Lucifer and cupped his cheek, pointing at his chest with a finger. Lucifer frowned, tilting his head.

"It wants you to know that it knows you will be a good father too" translated Alastor after a beat.

Other Alastor confirmed those words with another nod. Lucifer grabbed his chest and hugged it by the neck, stamping a very heartfelt kiss on its cheek. He blinked his eyes as a small sniffle scaped him. For some reason those simple words had a bigger impact that he could have expected. They already had a daughter who came out amazing and another one that was going well after falling. It shouldn't be a surprise that his husband thought that.

"I could have told you that as well" pointed out Alastor, miffed.

Lucifer chuckled, letting other Alastor go.

"I know" sighed. "I know, but it's nice to hear it, I guess."

He almost jumped when the shadow's hand suddenly pet his head. His touch was so gentle that it was like the caress of a wing. Other Alastor saw that and decided to help out, joining its hand to pat the crown of the king too until Lucifer laughed.

"Thanks, babe" said, sincerely.

Other Alastor smiled. It opened up his mouth, another sounless yawn coming out of it. This one was a deeper and longer one that left it with watery eyes, his tongue sticking out.

"I am still hungry, dear" said Alastor. The shadow form returned to the surface of the bed. "And my body is clearly tired."

"Right" Lucifer clasped his hands, rubbing them together. "Still the same flavor or want something else?"

Other Shadow immediately perked up. It lifted a hanf with two fingers spread.

"It wants still the same flavor, with vanilla ice cream on top."

"Ah, perfect then!" Lucifer made sure that other Alastor would be comfortable sitting up right, accomodating the pillow on his back to hold him. Only once he was sure that he wouldn't be making any effort, did he conjure up a large tray to float above the belly. One snap of fingers later, a cake of chocolate with strawberries on top and slices of red between the layers appeared, a fresh scoup of vanilla. The cake itself was there, while a generous portion of it was already cut for it. "Any drink?" offered, before realizing other Alastor had already dig in its claws on the cake to grab a hold.

In truthness, Lucifer should have expected it. His husband was never the most elegant eater, so naturally his shadow given flesh wouldn't be that way either. Other Alastor unhinged its jaw and shoved the handful grabbed into its mouth, biting down energetically. As it started to swallow, it looked to be blissed out. Its hooves moved happily on the bed. It didn't know how to hide his joy, saw no reason to even try.

"Let me guess, you were looking forward to eating directly for once" Lucifer chuckled. With cheeks full of cake and face already a mess, other Alastor nodded before swallowing. "Do you want something to drink, babe?"

"Milk with… one cucumber on it" said Alastor, the shadow form facepalming himself on the wall. "Don't ask."

Lucifer blinked. Luckily he had read on the subject before so he wasn't that shocked. If anything, the surprise that even his husband was susceptible to a popular cravings like that one.

"I wasn't going to" He snapped a tall glass with a taller cucumber standing up from it.

Other Alastor smiled to him and downed it down. Lucifer let it have its meal, not surprised either when his husband was able to eat another cake of red velvet with peach ice cream on top and even another cucumber covered in peanut butter. Then another chocolate cake, but now with bananas on it. To end it up all, a big cut of meat with chocolate sauce that other Alastor was happy to eat using its hands and ignore the cuttery Lucifer made appear with the plate. Only then did other Alastor sighed, patting its hands on the tray.

"For now its satisfied" said Alastor. For a second the shadow form side eyed his body. "And wants cuddles."

"Of course" Lucifer chuckled.

He cleaned up the whole bed for any crumbs that could have gone flying and made the tray dissapear. He grabbed a towell to clean up other Alastor's face. Despite its way of eating, to its credit he didn't really that much of a mess because it took care of eating absolutely to the last piece it could grab. But that didn't accounted for all of its face. Lucifer found a piece of peanut butter on its ear that he had no idea how it got there, but made it dissapear just as easily as everything else.

As soon he finished, other Alastor smiled wide and trapped Lucifer on its arms. Black tentacles came out of its back to move the pillows at its back, letting its rest on its side on the bed. Other Alastor nuzzled against his chest, positively vibrating when Lucifer petted him between its antlers. From the staff was coming a soft white noise of static. Alastor was also content for moment.

Lucifer hummed as he rubbed the waist of other Alastor, reaching for its spine to give it a firm massage on its spine. He already knew that usually had a good effect on his husband, so naturally other Alastor relaxed further.

"Such a good daddy" cooed Lucifer softly, kissing its forehead as he stroked the belly. "Is the baby calmed down now? Are they going to let their parents just sleep?"

"I think so" commented Alastor.

Lucifer reached out for the staff with one hand and brought it to his lips, kissing over the eye.

"Do you feel that?"

It took a second for Alastor to answer. Lucifer kissed it again, just in case he needed another to confirm.

"I feel something when you do that" said Alastor finally.

"Something good or bad?"

"Good, I think. It's warm."

"Oh!" Lucifer kissed the staff again, putting it next to other Alastor before hugging him tight. "So I imagine that you too would feel it?" murmured Lucifer, nuzzling its forehead. Other Alastor, starting to drift off, shrugged slightly. It wasn't any more sure than how Alastor was. "Then when you are back as a shadow, I wills start doing that more."

Other Alastor directed him a smile, burying itself on his chest and breathing in deeply.

"Mmm" said Alastor, signing through the staff. "It really wants to sleep in that form."

"Do you mind letting it?"

"Well, I am not tired in this form. I just feel that my body is tired at a distance. One night probably is going to be fine. On the morning we can change again."

"Whatever you want, babe" Lucifer kissed the head of other Alastor. He could see its tail wagging before he brought the covers to be on top of them, tucking his husband well. Other Alastor cuddled closer, sniffing him deeply, as if it couldn't have enough of him, ears completely flat. Lucifer remind himself the only reason it could do that was because Alastor trusted him enough to do this in the first place. He swallowed up. "I love you" said, squeezing it tight. "All of you."

"Love you too" was the soft response from the staff. "All of me does."

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