#Savoury food god damn it

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

….i still want food

[lunarflare64]

*vibrating at a glass shattering intensity* fish and chips on the way fish and chips on the way fish and chips on the way

[chococara25]

Of Poltergeist and Sweet Treats

There is an intruder in his house. 

That, or for some odd reason, his house is currently haunted by a food poltergeist. 

Tommy pulled a face at that thought before gently closing his currently stuffed full to the brim fridge and cautiously stepped away from it. He rubbed his face tiredly (he was back from a very gruelling 48-hour shift) and to be honest, wasn’t mentally (and physically) ready to figure out what the hell was going on. 

All he wants is to grab his (most likely expired) orange juice so he can drink it before he can crawl into his bed and sleep, damnit!

He deeply sighed again and opened the fridge again and haphazardly grabs one of the loaf, eyeing distrustfully at the neatly typed label (cherry tomato, watermelon radish and rosemary focaccia bread), breathing in the delicious scent of rosemary and fresh bread and couldn’t resist biting into it.

Dear God.

Tommy couldn’t help the moan coming out of his mouth as he enjoyed the crunch of perfectly crust and the sweet and peppery taste of the cherry tomatoes and watermelon radishes baked into it. He had to make himself put down the delicious loaf of bread and pull out another wrapped package, this time a small pot pie (Quiche Lorraine; warm first!!) After following the instructions on the label and warming it using the microwave, bite into it; the delicious combination of buttery pie crust paired with the savoury egg custard, smoky bacon, smoky bacon, nutty Gruyère cheese, and shallots danced across his palate. 

After finishing the frankly divine pie, he turned to the fridge and began to catalogue its content, counting 5 different loaves of cake and bread (one banana and walnut cake, one vanilla and raspberry mascarpone loaf cake, one carrot cake loaf, one mixed nut loaf, a whole wheat sourdough loaf), 3 types of scones (a batch of sweet potato scones, half-a-dozen of savoury chorizo and manchego scones peppered with paprika, and a container of mixed berry scones), one very decadent box of chocolate fudge brownie just the way he likes it, 4 different types of soups (butternut squash soup, a savoury broccoli cheddar soup, a very filling savoury potato and leek soup and an oddly familiar-tasting chicken and mushroom soup that he simply couldn’t resist heating up and eat for his brunch) a box of red velvet cupcakes topped, what he can tell from just smelling it, cream cheese and a splash of peppermint and several portioned-for-one pans of lasagnas. 

Heck, whomever invaded his house even restocked his fridge and pantry with much needed groceries and even got him a case of that rare pale beer he liked!

Taking a pic of the well-stocked fridge, he texted Lucy and Eddie, two people of the four people who had keys to his place that could be the culprit (Melton was working the same 48 hour shift with him and most likely passed out at his place and Sal was in Philadelphia, vacationing with his in-laws). 

Tommy - Right, which one of you gremlins did this?

Biting into the decadent fudge brownie (He may or may not have shivers dancing down his spine while biting into the frankly sinful dessert), he turned to his phone when his phone vibrated, signalling the replies coming through. 

Lucy - Brave of you to assume I know how to bake. 😤 😤  Lucy - Damn, are those red velvet cupcakes? Lucy - Share them with me 🤤🤤🤤 Eddie - Dude, I’m not even in LA right now?! Eddie - Didn’t I tell you I’m moving back to El Paso?

Tommy frowned. Eddie’s moved back to Texas? But what about Ev- Buck?

Tommy - You moved? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have sent you off man!

He hesitated before typing again.

Tommy -Why did you leave Buck?  Tommy -Is he doing alright?  Tommy -Have he moved on? Tommy -If I tell him I’m sorry, will he take me back?

Deleting the texts, he opened his group chat with Evan, and Tommy began texting him. Are you alright?

Staring at the last text message, he rubbed his face and deleted that one as well, instead opting to try one of the red velvet cupcakes. 

It was delicious and yet tasted like bitter regret to him.

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Tommy came an hour early for his shift the next day as he, once again, couldn’t sleep. Rubbing his face tiredly (and making a mental note to shave before Captain Pruitt sees him and give him another verbal reprimand on personal hygiene) when Harbor’s latest probie pilot, Nell ‘Twitch’ Andrews, lurched toward him and pushed a basket full of cookies at him before walking off. “Someone left this for you earlier today.” She called out before walking into one of the desks. 

Tommy winced before pulling the poor kid away from the table. “Did you get the name of the person who dropped this off?”

“He didn’t say. Just tell me to give it to you and only you.” She rubbed her eyes tiredly. 

“Ok, what does he look like? Maybe he’s one of my friends.”

The probie just blinked tiredly at him and gestured vaguely over her head. “About this high? And he has a pretty smile? I,” She yawned tiredly, “didn’t pay attention, sorry.”

“It’s your 4 days off after this right? Go catch some sleep before you hurt yourself.” Tommy grabbed some of the cookies and gave it to her. After making sure she left with her brother, who came to pick her up, Tommy looked into the basket and admired the beautifully decorated christmas themed sugar cookies, the gooey smores cookies with the marshmallow center, chewy looking red velvet cookies and his favourite, decadent looking triple chocolate cookies, all labelled just like the ones at his place but this time each labels had some cheeky christmas cheers and jokes on it. 

“What’s that?” Melton and Lucy appeared out of nowhere, followed by fellow Aeromedical pilot Miriam Kareem and her co-pilot Zack Black, surrounding him and his bounty. 

“Cookies!!” Miriam made grabby motion toward the basket and pouted when Tommy simply held the basket over her head. 

“Come on, you can’t finish all of them by yourself. And you already have all that snacks in your fridge. Where’s my cupcakes anyways?” Lucy groused.

“Snack? Cupcakes? And you weren’t gonna share?” Everyone began complaining loudly, especially when Captain Pruitt came over, attracted by the noise. A brief scuffle then ensued where Tommy escaped the horde with less than half of the cookies intact. He immediately hid in his favorite secret nook (the fire escape on the second floor that overlooks over the entire airfield) and ate most of them, while scrolling through his social media, lingering over old photos he took with Evan and their text messages, typing and deleting every single sentence he typed in the chat.

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Buck didn’t plan for this to happen at first.

It was by coincidence that he was even in the same place as Tommy that night.

Buck had run out of flour (again) and instead of doing the sane thing and sleep, he decided to do a midnight run to the store. 

There he was, at the baking aisle, trying to figure out if he should buy the whole grain flour and make mini pizzas to bring in for work tomorrow when he saw Tommy blearily staring at the colorful cereal boxes in front of him.

Taking in his unkempt look, the unshaved beard and the dark circle under his still beautiful blue eyes, Buck’s first thought was who was taking care of him now?

His second thought, what the fuck, I’m still mad at him.

His third and fourth thoughts were fretful. Is he sleeping well? He looks so thin; is he skipping meals?

So yes, he wasn’t proud of what he did next but staring into Tommy’s empty fridge with the expired carton of orange juice when he came by to put some prepped meals and snacks he made for him, he knew he was doing the right thing.

After restocking the fridge with more homemade soups and some chicken and leek pies for Tommy to enjoy after his shift, Buck wandered around the house, sighing when he saw the loads of dirty laundry waiting to be cleaned in the laundry room.

Tommy really did hate doing laundry. 

He quickly separates the clothes according to color and starts the wash before going to Tommy’s bedroom and sinking into his bed, breathing in the scent of cedar and rosewood. 

He know what he’s doing is wrong and creepy as fuck but someone needs to take care of the man since clearly he had been neglecting himself for the past month! ( Serve him right for breaking up with him, hmph! )

Buck rolled out of bed and began to change the sheets so Tommy can sleep easily after his shift, making sure the pillows are fluffed just the way Tommy liked it, remembering the times Tommy did the same for him. 

Damn, he missed having Tommy doting on him and him doting on the stupid dork.

After cleaning up the rest of the house and folding the laundry away, Buck left the house the same way he came in (through the kitchen door and the backyard; Tommy forgot he told Buck where he kept his spare kitchen door keys, the very same way Tommy forgot they synced their google calendar months ago hence how Buck knew his schedule), taking with him one of Tommy’s LAFD hoodies. 

What? He deserved some treats too!

Plus he missed sleeping in Tommy’s clothes, surrounded by his scent.

Tommy stumbled into his place, yawning. Thankfully the 24 hour shift was a Q-word shift and he ended up burning up the sugar rush by being a menace with his clipboard, running maintenance on all the helicopters in the hangar. 

(Lucy may have sneakily taken a picture of him and sent it to Eddie, who blanched all the way from El Paso, Dear God, there’s two of them! Did Buck infect Tommy with his clipboard persona? Is Chris next? They did spend a lot of time together while Chris was growing up. Eddie thought, looking suspiciously at his son, who looked weirdly at his father.)

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Tommy entered his house and tiredly dropped his bag onto the floor. Taking in the afternoon sunlight bathing the living room, he noticed a hoodie hanging over his couch. 

Ah, his intruder was here again. 

As he passed the couch with his bag of dirty clothes, he swiped the familiar looking hoodie with him as he made his way to the laundry room. 

As much as he wanted to ignore the pile of dirty clothes and sleep the shift off, he knew he needed to get a head start on it or end up regretting it. So it was to his surprise when he saw the empty baskets and the neatly folded towels on top of his dryer. He immediately ran to his closet and there it was, his freshly laundered clothes hung neatly, separated by colors and types. 

Hmm… 

He then turned to his bed and to his surprised pleasure, the bed sheets were changed. He couldn’t resist and sank into the freshly made bed and dragged the hoodie close to his face, hugging it tightly as he breathed in the familiar faint smoke, musk and mint scent.

“Evan, why are you being too nice to me?” He groaned, falling asleep surrounded by his ex’s scent. 

tagging: @cannibalhellhound @weewookinard @herrmannhalsteadproduction @leashybebes @blue-arts-stuff @cjlouwho @peppermintquartz @aringofsalt @bidisasterevanbuckley

[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

[mondstalgia]

🌠 people i want to get to know better: the game

tagged by @bunnakit ♡ tagging @nibupei @morathicain @jourquet @berniedette @palebrowneyes @bunni-bun @affiesque @otpshipper93 @primacatcher and literally anyone coming across this!

🌙 last song: 19 by Xana, been obsessed with her ever since I found her like last week

"God damn She's got herself a girlfriend now Well I guess she finally came out Wish I coulda waited around Maybe it coulda been me"

- like fuck how could I not love it

🌙 favorite color: medium to dark green, the leafy grassy rich kind yess

🌙 currently watching: surprisingly little compared to the last months. I finished a few things that are bingable in a day or two like A Killer Paradox, The Fall of The House of Usher and A Shop for Killers. And things that are airing that I am watching are Dead Friend Forever and Playboyy. A few more things are on my watchlist I just have to get to them.

🌙 last movie: I watched Dogman (2023) a few days ago and it was perfection. Queer, traumatic, ruthless, revenge, action- perfection, really. All that I need in a good movie!

🌙 sweet, spicy or savory: I love savoury food over anything, I could spicy food to that since I used to love it especially spicy rice snacks but due to health issues I can't have spicy food anymore. Sweet is lovely but not my preference if I have the choice.

🌙 last thing you googled: BL Love Is Better The Second Time Around manga - Hasegawa Makoto from The Rampage my sweet baby is gonna be one of the leads in a BL! Please give it a watch in March!

🌙 relationship status: single, we don't talk about it because I will spiral

🌙 current obsession: Kiseki: Dear to me still...Jiang Dian STILL and of course fitting to that NatLouis. Also Pajeon, nothing better than savoury pancake, also THE best texture.

🌙 selfie/another picture you took: I uh haven't taken a selfie since 2021 and I don't really take photos but uhm..have the last picture I took anyway which is a bad picture of my fake tree from ikea because a colleague wanted to see it 😂

[somethingsgottasaveyou]

Tagged by @tessabennet (thank you! :))

Last song: Miserable At Best // Mayday Parade Song stuck in my head: Future Ex // Lonely Spring Currently watching: mh nothing per se, I started watching live concert videos again recently though if that counts Favourite colours: blue & green Currently craving: another week off, seriously don't want to go back to work Last movie: Nuovo Olimpo Sweet, spicy or savoury: Sweet all the way Relationship status: in a relationship with music Current obsession: Mayday Parade & All Time Low Last thing I googled: barnem statements (I was just explaining Tarot, fortune tellers and all those sorts of things to someone and how it's all based on those statements) Three favourite foods: pizza, sushi and any poké bowls Dream trip: anywhere in Scandinavia would be cool but usually I just travel for concerts so it's a 2 in 1, I get to see my favourite artists and I get to see new places Anything you want right now: All Time Low to announce their god damn European tour already damnit

Tagging @did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star, @eyeofthemoose, @snxpdragons, @skunkjagkh0e and everyone else who wants to do this! :)

[sulandra]

In case it’s triggering, mentions of illness below the cut

Well I’m happy to report that the IVF worked and I’m moving on to the second trimester. I’m less happy to report the truly awful pregnancy sickness and I’m constantly tired (I refuse to call it morning sickness since I’m nauseous all. The. Damn time.) - I’m luckier than my sister who just couldn’t stop vomiting through her whole pregnancy (seriously, she got quite gaunt). I only vomit when it gets very bad but the nausea just won’t stop. I’ve lost 6kg since becoming pregnant p. The only things I can reliably drink without gagging are apple juice and Diet Coke. No water, no tea. God I miss savoury drinks. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth so I’m really not enjoying the increase in sugary food and drinks but my stomach seems to prefer them at the moment.

I miss enjoying food, I miss being able to wear leggings (tight waistbands make vomiting more likely), hubby and I used to have a nightly tradition of sharing tea and chatting but that’s had to stop because I can’t drink tea and get so tired I go to bed at 8pm like a child, I miss exercise like yoga and horse riding as exercise makes me throw up, and I miss going out since going in the car now gives me motion sickness and makes me throw up.

But …

There are good things - I haven’t had a migraine since I got pregnant (woohoo! 🎉🎉🎉), my hair actually is looking better and gets greasy less (I thought that was a pregnancy myth), and …. You know … there should be a baby at the end of all this. So, silver lining, staying positive and all that.

[dude-wheres-my-ankheg]

Loviatar's Lunches

Sometimes people say things on Discord and I'll write something stupid.

Below the break: Area man learns not to take food recommendations from Karlach

Loviatar's Lunches on AO3 (Yeah it's a new username, I made one for BG3 stuff so I don't scare the guild wars people)

Gregory was pushing his way through the bustling crowd of the Balduran market, limbs still trembling lightly from the hard labour of the morning, labour which had left a pleasant weight in his pocket. He was eager to use his newfound coin to fill his belly but a quick glance around the food stalls showed long queues all around. He exhaled deeply, resigned to a long wait, but noticed a stall right at the end with no one but a single tiefling, no queue and only her sat upon the line of stools. Her elbows were on the counter as she absolutely devoured a stack of chicken thighs.

Gregory grinned and he hurried over to the stall, the sign above it reading “Loviatar’s Lunches.” He didn’t know what a Loviatar was but he was certainly ready for some lunch. He glanced quickly at the menu, various meat and vegetable options all served with “Loviatar’s Love” sauce. He looked to the man behind the counter, thin lipped and wide nosed, with sharp grey eyes and a shock of white hair over one side of his head. A hint of concern crept into Gregory’s gut. The vendor’s face was full of scars, some old and long since healed but others were fresh, perhaps fresh enough to be from that very morning.

“Greetings, child,” the strange man said with wide, welcoming arms, his voice warm yet full of an edge that made Gregory slightly wary. “You seek nourishment? What can I get for you today?”

Gregory shifted on his feet. “Child?”

“Father Abdirak’s a priest,” the tiefling on the stool said through a mouthful of chicken meat. Red sauce was all around her lips and her hands were greasy messes. “Makes a damned good hot sauce though.” She sucked some of it from her fingers with loud, wet popping sounds.

“Thank you, Karlach,” the strange priest/vendor said. He looked back to Gregory. “I am simply here to share with those who need.” That was when Gregory noticed there were no prices for the food. “Can I serve you some of the chicken? It is rather pleasant.”

“Uh, sure,” Gregory said, taking a seat next to the tiefling.

Abdirak busied himself with serving a portion of various chicken parts into a bowl and lathering them in a thick and generous helping of sauce. With an amiable smile, he set the bowl down in front of Gregory. The warm smell of the food, savoury and well spiced, wafted up to him and his stomach let out a particularly potent snarl.

Without thanking Abdirak for his bounty, Gregory dove right in, picking up a wing and taking a huge bite. The first mouthful tasted great, until he was halfway to taking his second. It started with a tingle in his lips, and then his tongue, his gums, every part of his mouth. And the burning began. A burn so hot all over and around his mouth that he almost let out a shriek. He’d never felt anything like it, not since he’d caught his hand on a hot fire iron. He threw the chicken down as his fingertips too began to tingle and fled, running as fast as he could away from the stall, waving his saucy hands in a panic. A moment later, the screaming started.

Abdirak released a deep, exasperated exhale and went to remove the bowl of food, but one of Karlach’s fingers hooked into it and pulled it over to her.

“Don’t worry,” she said brightly, “I’ll take care of it.”

Abdirak smiled. Off in the distance there was an echoing splash, the sound of someone diving headfirst into a well.

“It is nice to have someone who appreciates Loviatar’s gifts,” he said, picking up a wing and taking a bite for himself.

“Oh, did she make the sauce? Gods, it’s good,” Karlach said as she tucked into Gregory’s wings.

Abdirak opened his mouth but then just sighed. “Thanks.”

[sansparmesan]

Mildly upset at the fact that Flamberge has no desserts or drinks associated with her the same way her sisters do.

[skyland2703]

Thank you @hufflepuff221b for the tag!!!! 🤗

Currently reading: One of Us is Lying by Karen McManus, Madter Arc1 by Stormbringerruler, Six Impossible Things by John Griffin, After a season by CampionSayn, and I Love You//But You’re Stupid by CampionSayn

Last songs: High and Young, by The chainsmokers, Don’t Take the Money, by the Bleachers, Safe, Nico Santos and Kill all Your Friends, MCR

Last movies: The Third Man, Khoobsurat

Last series: Sarabhai vs Sarabhai, and Avataro Sentai Donbrothers

Sweet, Spicy or Savoury: SWEET. Always, always sweet.

Coffee or Tea: Depends on the mood?? It used to be coffee, but now it’s pretty much both ^^

Three (current) ships: Sky/Z (PRSPD) Javi/Amelia (PRDF) Bakugou/Uraraka (BNHA)

First ever ship: I honestly don’t remember, but I think Daisy Duck and Donald XD

Currently working on: 26 different fanfictions, getting into college, four new fanarts, one commission, and school exams.

Favourite piece of clothing: Pyjamas. As comfortable and oversized as they can be without falling beneath my waist.

Comfort food: nothing. Don’t ask me to eat anything I’m sick and the thought of food is…. Not appealing…

Favourite time of the year: Autumn!

Fav fanfiction: you mean like,,, ever?!???! I have to choose there’s so many O.O

Okokok here we go: It was You All Along, by Shizinga, See this leaf, Blackened Under the Snow, by CampionSayn, Ranger Black by Darkwinggirl, April Fools by dazzlingKM, Blended Family by Topofthewinx and Letter to God by Z Tate

Further Tagging: @nobodycallsmerae @fans-of-the-damned @whitemistwolf @dazzlingkm @topofthewinx @jenscotts and anyone I forgot!!! ^^

[shinescape]

Thank you for the tag @hello-kumamimi! I have a feeling some things might be similar with you hahaha

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Favorite color: black, grey and shades of blue 

Currently reading: Spy x Family and a lot more

Last song:  God Damn by I.M

Last series: last series I finished would be Hymn of Death, still not over it. It gave the same effect as Scarlet Heart

Last movie:  Ocean Waves...I think

Sweet, spicy, or savory:  Spicy all the way! Although I enjoy savoury just as much and a bit of sweetness haha

Coffee or tea:  I prefer tea but I do drink coffee when I'm not in my right mind :)

Three ships:  wonhui, sekai and hyukstal (cn blue minhyuk and kyrstal, lowkey ship them still haha)

First ever ship: jongkey, they were a pretty popular ship back then.

Currently working on:  as for request, none but there's that haunted house collection I haven't started yet *sigh*

Favorite piece of clothing: hoodies

Comfort food:  spicy ramen, fried rice, pizza and ice cream. so unhealthy but comforting.

Favorite time of year: somewhere between august till November, that's autumn right?

Favorite fanfiction:  oh my I have so many from my asianfanfics days! The Blood Brother Code, Mnemophobia, Walking on Margins and Touch of Fear (disclaimer they are all exo so read at your own will) there's more but these are a few I love.

Tagging: @chenlay-zhong @sunoo-bby

[forabeatofadrum]

I’d cry a river just for you (23/24)

Notes: Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company! No strings, good times, room hums, company!

AO3

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COMPANY - The Band’s Visit

2020

“This is insaaaaaane!” Bella yells in Blaine’s ear. She’s right. Rotterdam is crowded with partying people. De Boompjeskade is the place to be. Kurt told them to go here. It’s apparently a tradition in Rotterdam to do a Nationale Vuurwerk on every New Year’s Eve. The famous Erasmusbrug will be surrounded by a fireworks show.

There’s a DJ and a party tent, but it’s half an hour before midnight and people are slowly moving outside in preparation for the show. Femke is pushing people aside so that they can have the best spot on the kade.

Kurt snaps a photo of the bridge and he laughs out loud a few seconds later.

“What’s so funny?” Bella asks.

“Oh, nothing, just Mercedes. She’s jealous that we’re already nearing the new year. She’s a couple of hours behind after all!” Kurt answers happily and Blaine feels warm with affection when he realises Kurt and Mercedes are still friends.

“Who’s Mercedes?” Adeola asks.

“My best friend,” Kurt replies easily while smiling at his phone. This doesn’t hurt. It only makes sense that Mercedes inherited that title after Kurt and Blaine laid their friendship to rest.

“Tell her I miss her,” Blaine says.

Kurt looks up from his screen and their eyes meet. Kurt nods.

“She’d love to hear that.”

“And you should send her one of those bags!”

“God, don’t get me started,” Kurt exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, which makes everyone laugh.

Everyone holds up their Susan Bijl bag, which leads to Kurt taking a photo of that too. Everyone in this damned city has something of this designer. Kurt likes their work and he took Blaine to Susan Bijl’s shop.

And Blaine is weak when it comes to Kurt, so he gives in to peer-pressure.

Femke leaves the group when she sees some people she recognises. The others talk about living in Rotterdam. Kurt’s been in Rotterdam the longest, so he has a lot of stories to tell. Blaine, Bella and Adeola have only been here for half a year, but they have their own adventures.

Overall, it’s really nice to be here. Coming here to study law has been the best choice in a long time. Blaine picked this country and city on a whim, desperate to finally do something with his life, and now he’s surrounded by people he loves, he’s enjoying his study, and Kurt’s back in his life.

Getting to know Rotterdam is so much better when Blaine’s with good company.

Femke comes back from a stand and she’s holding a basket with some sort of snack in it. Blaine can’t really see it in the dark, but there are fried round snacks with powdered sugar in that basket. Oil is dripping from the bottom. It lands on Femke’s shoes, but she doesn’t mind.

“Oliebollen time!” she says and she lifts the basket, “I have some with raisins and apples. They’re Dutch fried pastries!”

“You want one?” Kurt asks Blaine, holding out an oliebol, “I first tried them last New Year’s Eve and they’re nice.”

“Puff puff!” Adeola says happily, “That’s what they’re called in Nigeria.”

“They are indeed very soft and fluffy,” Bella says as she chows down, “You wouldn’t expect something fried like this to be this soft inside.”

“Oh, puff puff, I like that name,” Femke says.

Blaine accepts Kurt’s oliebol.

It’s not what he expected. Blaine was thinking of a big bitterbal or a round kroket, but this isn’t savoury, it’s sweet, which is fair since Femke did say they’re pastries. The inside is filled with hot dough and sweet raisins. The powdered sugar makes it even sweeter. The fried crust is kind of oily and he can’t really place what it tastes like.

“So, are they traditionally Dutch?” Blaine asks Femke.

“Honestly, food origins are always a bit messy,” Femke shrugs, “But they are seen as Dutch food. We love fried shit. We eat this during New Year’s. You might’ve seen some pop-up food stalls that sell them. That always happens in December.”

The five of them huddle together on the kade. It’s very cold and the Rotterdam wind doesn’t help it. Adeola’s rubbing her hands all over Bella, who’s shivering. Blaine smiles when she sees them.

“I wish I had someone to keep me warm,” Femke says with a sigh.

“Same,” Blaine says and his eyes flicker towards Kurt. Femke notices and she winks. Blaine playfully bumps his shoulder against hers.

“How long till New Year?” Kurt asks.

“Are you giving up your vices?” Blaine asks, instead of replying.

“No, but I did go back to school,” Kurt laughs. They recently watched the RENT movie again, which was a blast from the past.

Bella’s looking at her phone. “Three more minutes of the first year of this decade.”

It’s getting more and more crowded. They were already huddled together, but now they’re pressed against each other. Blaine suspects that the ladies moved around on purpose, since Kurt’s against his back.

Adeola hands him a plastic cup with beer and he needs it to calm his nerves.

“Are you okay?” Kurt whispers in his ear.

“Hm?”

“You seem a bit uncomfortable.”

“Cold,” Blaine lies. It’s fucking cold, but that’s not why he’s nervous. He hates that Kurt notices.

Luckily, the countdown to the new year is distracting enough. At the one minute count, people start to count down out loud. Adeola shoves another drink in his hands. This time it’s a plastic flute with champagne.

“Tien… negen… acht… zeven… zes… vijf… vier… drie… twee… één… Gelukkig Nieuwjaar!”

The crowd erupts in cheers. The bridge lights up with all the fireworks. Next to Blaine, Bella grabs Adeola’s face and they both have a big smile on their faces when they lean in for a kiss. Femke is positively beaming and she’s hooting excitedly.

Blaine feels Kurt’s hand on his shoulder. Blaine looks over his shoulder to look at Kurt’s face. Kurt has an easy smile and a questioning look. Blaine puts his hand on Kurt’s. Blaine takes Kurt’s hand off his shoulder, but he’s still holding it.

They’re in the middle of a crowd. There’s the sound of fireworks, cheers and DJ music, since the Netherlands is known for its DJs. People around them are moving and sometimes they push them around. Still, it’s as if everyone and everything around them is being pushed to the background.

It strangely reminds Blaine of one of the most soothing showtunes he’s ever listened to, namely Answer Me from The Band’s Visit.

Only you When the sun and moon and stars are gone What's left is only you Will you answer me? Answer me

They stare at each other with smiles on their faces and Blaine suddenly understands why Kurt looks like he’s about to ask a question. He knows what Kurt’s asking.

Blaine nods.

He turns around as Kurt leans in and he places Kurt’s hand on his face. Their kiss is soft and sweet and there are literally fireworks going off in the background, lighting up the Erasmusbrug, and their friends are probably screaming and cheering at the sight of the kiss, but Blaine ignores it all. Despite the noise and the lights and the people, what’s left is only Kurt.

It’s the perfect start of the new year.

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End notes: They did it, folks! 

Oliebollen are traditionally eaten during the New Year’s Eve festivities, aka oudejaarsavond. It felt fitting to add them. 

Speaking of New Year’s festivities, I’ve never been to the Nationale Vuurwerk at the Erasmusbrug before, but it used to be an annual thing. Of course, the pandemic threw ash in the food (roet in het eten, it’s a Dutch proverb) for the 2020 - 2021 NYE and once again for the 2021 - 2022 NYE, but here’s a video of the 2019 - 2020 one. Skip to the six minute mark to see the fireworks.

Lastly, Susan Bijl is a designer from Rotterdam. I originally wanted to add the shop Groos in this chapter, because that’s a shop that only sells products made by designers from Rotterdam, since I read about it in the book, but like the Suicide Club, it pernamently closed in 2019. (Those De Vriezen ought to update their book.). I don’t have any particular attachment to Susan Bijl’s work, but my aunt from Rotterdam insists that it’s a must have and when I visited Rotterdam earlier this month, those bags were indeed everywhere.

[givemea-dam-break]

ahhh thank you for tagging me @klineinie !! i’ve not done one of these in so long!!

last song: skin parade by etta marcus

favourite colour: misty blue, teal, or hunter green

last film/show: avatar the last airbender (i rewatch it all the time)

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury all the way, but i love me a bit of sweet food

last thing i googled: the location of the building i did first aid training in yesterday

last book: the wolf and the woodsman by ava reid (i devour everything she writes)

relationship status: painfully single but falling in love with every boy who i make eye contact with unfortunately

current obsession: avatar the last airbender, and also sausage/bean/cheese melts from greggs (i definitely do not go there for lunch whenever i’m at work in hopes of seeing one really cute boy who works there)

looking forward to: the new avatar live action (which comes out 2 days before my birthday!!!!), working abroad this summer, getting through this god damned boring uni module

no pressure tags: @neewtmas @wellgoslowly @irisesforyoureyes @superpositvecloudshipper @oblivious-idiot @magicandmaybe @jesslockwood and anybody else who wants to do this!!

people i wanna get to know better tag!

@grimsneverendingfuneral TYYYYY GRIMMY for taggin me i’m literally kissing u on the cheeks and nuzzling our noses together

last song: Hourglass by Catfish and the Bottlemen because i’m a fucking loser and also it’s fucking bartylus HELLO??????????

fav colour: green but Insurgent by Veronica Roth green if ykwim… or black omg

last film/show: FUCK uhh last film was Heathers, last show was Trinkets!

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury because my tastebuds hate me and i hate them back

relationship status: actually giggling rn uhhh easiest way to describe it is a talking stage LMAO

last thing i googled: fragrantica!! i love that website sm i feel so cool when i use it and i love finding silly combinations

current obsession: i think it would be criminal to say anything other than bartylus so. bartylus. but i also love love love collecting silly things like candles :3 pls ask me about my candles :3

last book: Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto! FUCK it’s so good please everyone read it rn i loved it so much god. both parts are so beautifully told, it’s tragic and funny and barely scratches 150 pages so it’s not even a long read.

looking forward to: IDK AAAAA!!! i’m looking forward to june, lots of very exciting things happening then :) but for something in the nearer future i spose going to a concert on thursday!! my friends performing and he wanted me to come see it so :D

np tags hehehe: @crimsonlovebartylus @addisonstars @crymcake @easternlonging @hydrogenerous @ literally anyone else who feels like doin it :3

[jyunshiim]

Daisies & Clementine’s  *✬★*’☽* ✬ ⤷Han X Reader

Genre → fluff | friends to lovers | childhood friends to lovers |

Contains → fluff 

Listen to →  playlist I was inspired by

Word count → 7K (7749) 

TW → none

Summary: You and Jisung have been childhood companions for many years. Growing up was a breeze for you both, sharing a lot and being there for each other when each other were in need. Jisung asked you one day if you were allowed to spend a month holiday on Jeju Island with him and his family. A simple holiday, yet held great value.

The saying goes, that there is one person in the world that is meant for you: a soulmate. Although some soulmates aren’t so easy to find, hidden in the depths of the shadows of your life almost hidden until the last moments of your life. Unfortunately, it does happen but what is more common are soulmates that don’t even know it yet. Only until you feel like you’ve lost them or that they might not return what you have for them until something ever so specific happens.

***

The stars were glittering in the ebony abyss above you and your best friend Jisung. Jisung had always been your friend ever since that one time in school where you were mocked for not understanding a mathematics question and he helped you and became your tutor ever since. You weren’t the best with number and often struggled with understanding mathematical concepts but Jisung was there for you and took his precious time to study with you, day in day out. Without fail, his warm grin always consoled you as if he was indirectly telling you “it’s okay, I’m here for you”. You knew he’d be your home and your comfort even if you both went your separate ways and found love one day. You were both 16 at the time when he used to tutor you and by the time you both turned 18 and were making crucial life choices, you made choices you were 100% sure with. You didn’t want to leave Jisung behind and going to the same local university in your city was the only thing you could do to stay with him. Your parents didn’t like the idea of you pursuing a career in arts, particularly anything to do with literature and writing. It was deemed ‘useless’ in their eyes, so lacklustre of you. They were certain you weren’t getting anywhere with a degree in literature, but you loved writing; it was your form of expression. Jisung supported it all the way through. He chose to do music composition and production which he was outstanding at. You vividly remember during your summer break he wrote a song about the pair of you going to the convenience store and made it sound so mesmeric. Your best friend Jisung. What would you do without a friend like him?

***

The biting cold making icicles at the tip your fingertips, the tip of your nose as crimson as sweet cranberries, your knee bouncing up and down trying to warm you up. “what’s taking him so long?” you say to yourself as you stand up although during that moment, you see a chestnut brown-haired boy bolting down the streets, his fleece long jacket flailing in the polar winds, the hood of his hoodie falling off his head. Your face lights up – as always- when you saw his panicked face bolting through crowds of people who too were shopping. It was so endearing how he ran, a half jog half run. You laugh to yourself gripping the heat packs in your pocket until he arrived in front of you his hands, knuckles tinted light carmine, resting on your shoulders panting for breath.

“where were you?” your hands searching your pockets for the heat packs you had and holding it against his face, Jisung sniffling because of the cold weather. “I-I was trying…trying to buy something and the-” he struggles to speak as he holds his chest. “hey Jisung stop talking, let’s get you warm,” you hold his hand, a heat pack between your palm and his; fingers interlocking to keep it in place. It made him feel warm inside and out, a smile appearing on his face as he looked down, his brown wavy hair flopping down. The café had a homely feel, ever so reminiscent. You never knew why; possibly the rustic feel to it the lower ceilings and roof supports with warm fairy lights coiled around them. The counter was made out of a light wood, oak perhaps. You weren’t too keen on identifying trees. “You sit here okay, and I’ll be back with our drinks okay Han?” only you were allowed to call him by his surname although he claimed it as his nickname. He nodded, smiled sweetly and sat cosied up in an arm chair. “Do you want me to hold your bag for you?” he grabbed your arm before you left and you turned around. “oh yeah sure! That’d be great thank you,” you take your bag off your shoulder and he grabs the bag into hands and places it in his lap.

Jisung loved bitter coffee paired with a sweet dessert. The pure happiness he would endure simply from a strawberry cheesecake and any type of Americano coffee, hot or cold. It was different to you; you loved sweet drinks and savory-ish snacks (although a cheesecake was always so delightful when you were with Jisung). Jisung’s eye would sparkle, like he was holding the entire universe, whenever he saw something, he loved. Damn you for being so blind, his love for cheesecake was godly. Jisung warmed up, the condensation on the window making it fog up so he drew a smiley face. He was happy. You walk over with your tray and he immediately got up to take the tray out of your hands and place it down himself. “you never disappoint me,” he gasps at the creamy cake and the piping hot coffee. “I’m your best friend I will never forget until the day I die!” you pledge to him before sitting down giggling at his endearing reaction to such a simple food. You tear a bit of your croissant and place it in your mouth letting the subtle sweetness and savoury enthral you. The combination with your caramel macchiato, the combination of flavours combining and comforting you. Jisung introduced you to the caramel macchiato and croissant combination and ever since you got that every single time. “how are you feeling now Han?” you ask him, whilst leaning on your hand and tilting your head at him. He gazes into your eyes and smiles endearingly, “a lot better now, I was trying to get your birthday present, and I got held up! I am sorry about that,” he apologises. “what! You didn’t have to what the hell!” you lean over the table and slap his shoulder gently. “hey it is MY duty to take care of you until someone decides to sweep you off your feet,” he tuts, “they better treat your right!” he warns you for your future relationships. You nod and agree with what he says, “well my bestie Hannie will be there for me and likewise I will be there for you too!” you rub a tiny spec of cheesecake from the corner of his mouth, “a child, that’s what you are,” you joke with him.

You were disrupted by a strong gust of wind that collided with the glass where Jisung drew his smiley face and droplets of rain appears dragging down the window. The pattering of the raindrops where almost rhythmic, like the universe was performing for you. In fact, you loved the rain a lot that you wished to have your first kiss in the rain – it was cliché and cheesy – but Jisung always listened to your dreams and desires and what you wished for. The rain was comforting, like the clouds were telling you it was okay to be sad and to cry now and then. You were full of content in this given moment; a warm coffee between your palms, the icicles melting off and the colour in your frostbitten hands appearing. “do you want to try some?” Jisung scoops a spoonful of cheesecake and hovers over the table holding it in front of you. It was endearing, he always shared everything he had and of course you did the same. “of course?” you take the spoon from him and taste the cheesecake. The sweetness infiltrating your system as soon as it touched your tastebuds. “wow this place does really good cheesecakes, perhaps I’ll have to come here more often!” you smile at him. The bellicose rain thrashed against the window now, the winds were stronger, but you had to leave to get home although you needed to take a 30-minute bus journey back home and the weather was abysmal! “you are in no way going home in this weather!” Jisung tutted, “luckily, I do live literally around the corner,” he was definitely inviting you over, he was very clingy! “I can just go home; the bus comes in like-” you check your phone. 45 minutes. “never mind I will gladly take your considerate offer,” you laugh. “ah these buses aren’t the best now are they, let’s go now before there are too many people on the streets!” he stands up fixing his little jacket and handing back your bag. “unless you want me to hold it,” he offers. He was so selfless and sweet. “you’re not my boyfriend so why would you! It’s okay, I can take it back,” you play around.

***

You thank the baristas before Jisung pushes the glass door open for you and lets you go first. “I don’t have a hood!” you squeal before putting your hands above your head but Jisung was on his feet to the rescue, holding out his jacket and covering you with it. “let’s run to the convenience store alright! In 3, 2, 1-” you clutched onto his jacket covering you and bolted with his laughing at the playful noises he made before sheltering at the convenience store. You looked around the store for a few things to snack on. “I’ll pay so get whatever you like since you paid for my coffee,” he holds the basket. “shut up, you bought me a birthday present when I didn’t want you to!” you tut at him, “god what am I gonna do with you?” you scoff jokily. You see a pile of Clementine’s which you had to get because you loved them so much and it reminded you of the summers you used to drink fresh orange juice with Jisung near the river. You put them in the basket and Jisung looked confused; “oranges?” he looks at you with confusion. “I just really like oranges Jisung,” you smile. He took a mental note of that. After grabbing a few snacks, it was still raining, and he did the same thing again sheltering you with his own jacket and running to his house which was a minute or two away.

The door to his home creaked open, and the warmth hitting your face as quick as a train on tracks. The waft of freshly cooked rice drifts past your nose and it reminds you of all the times you and Jisung got stuck in the rain, just like this very occasion, and his mother made warm rice with a savoury soup. Jisung takes your jacket and takes it to his room to hang it up and comes back to the kitchen. “it’s raining bad so is it okay if-” Jisung gets cut off by his parents, “of course she can! Any time and if she needs to stay, we can accommodate her too!” His mother adored you, it was endearing. After your quick dinner with his parents, which his parents were more than happy to provide for you, you sat in Jisung’s bedroom. His room was as neat as it could be. When walking in, his bed was in the far-left corner pointing towards the large window, to the right of his room was his mic, computer and music equipment and next to that was his shelf with various different items like trophies and frames as well as the daisy chain he made for you. He also has his TV attached to the corner of his wall.

“oi why did you keep the daisy chain?” you asked him as he turned around, his hand on the remote to turn on the small TV in his room. “it’s pretty, isn’t it?” He gives a playful smile before jumping onto his bed and leaning against the headboard. “I never took you for such a sappy sentimental person,” you nudge him. “you learn something new every day,” he smiles before turning something on to keep you occupied. This was just comfort. Just you and your best friend of many years, spending quality time together. Your head lay on his dog plushie – which you gifted him so he would stop complaining he was lonely –your locks sprawling over it. Jisung glances over to you entranced by your own thoughts, a whole world inside your mind – he was intrigued as to what you were thinking. “hey, what are you thinking?” he sits up leaning down so he was in front of your face. It only came to your realisation he was laying next to you, face to face to get your attention. You sit up. “oh umm-“ you think fast, “the oranges!” you point at his desk at the clementine’s sat perfectly in the punnet it was in. You and Jisung spent an hour or so watching a show and talking about university and how you want to travel the world. He listened to you attentively to every word you said before his parents knocked and said that the rain storm had stopped and they can take you home. So shortly after, you gathered your belongings and Jisung followed you and his parents to the car. You forgot one thing, your hair tie that had a little rabbit charm on it; you had it ever since you were little and you forgot it at his house, at least it was Jisung though. Since then something changed in the air. A shift. Although only time will tell and expose what changed.

***

6:35 am your alarm blared through your bedroom, your head tucked under your grey and white sheets trying to accumulate warmth since you had to manually turn the heating on. You groaned tiresomely, your arm extending to find your phone, knocking it off the bedside table. You wanted to cuss it out because morning where NOT your forte. You sit up and grab your robe and draped it over your body and go to the bathroom to freshen up before getting ready for university. Jisung woke up at 8 because the campus was so near but you had to commute. You took your time doing your makeup and getting dressed, grabbing your bag and putting your notebook, laptop, stationary and your pouch in. You grab a jacket and your umbrella before promptly leaving at 7:57 am to catch the 8am bus to get to school. You managed to get to campus just before your lecture allowing you some time to get coffee to wake up a bit however… that plan did not seem very doable since the queue was incredibly long, so you gave up and went to the library to sit in your usual seat and wait for the lecture.

“hey!” you hear a whisper, and you ignore it thinking it was for someone else before you feel someone breathing on the back of your neck. Your instinct would be to slap the person but as you turn around with a fearful expression, you realise it’s Jisung with his starry eyes giving you that smile. “I got here early and got you your favourite,” he points at the seat you both sit at which was hidden behind a bookshelf. It was a large table where no one really sat since students preferred to work in groups. University life was different to high school. You had other friends which was nice; Sana did Biochem, so it was hard to get a hold of her, Chan was a sports and exercise student, and Seungmin studied nutrition. Jisung also had some friends from high school like Changbin who was doing the same course as you – literature- although he focused on the poetry section more, and Hyunjin who studied business and management. You did meet them often but of course you were closer to Jisung.

You saw the packaged croissant and the coffee on the table, and you thanked Jisung. He took his time to actually get you coffee before your lecture. “you have a couple minutes, at least you can drink it during the class!” he pats your shoulder. “don’t you have a lecture at 11am?” you ask him since that’s when yours finish. He nods. “I’ll be done by 2-ish? We can go and grab some lunch if you want?” he suggests. “how about we meet with Sana, Chan, Seungmin and Changbin for lunch?” you counter-suggest – if that is a word!-

“is Hyunjin busy?” Jisung asks a little confused. “Oh no he WAS the one who asked the other day and I replied to him now.” You smile so Jisung goes along with whatever you wanted to do.

You open your notebook to take some notes for your class and you see Changbin walking in and he sees you. Changbin was intimidating, at first glance, although he was sensitive and kind when you talk to him and get to know him better. “hey, I’m not late right?” he asks getting out his Ipad to take notes. You shake your head; “have you got your anthology yet?” Changbin asked you. You shake your head, you forgot about the anthology. “well that’s good because I saved you one,” he hands you the book of poetry. You were relieved, your degree relied on this book. “oh my god thank you!” You show your gratitude. “anything for a friend of Jisung’s and mine,” he smiles before turning back to face the front as the lecturer walks in and begins.

After class and meeting with your other friends for lunch, you all met at an Italian restaurant which was incredibly popular. It had been a while since you had a meal with all of them since classes took over your lives. “hey isn’t your birthday tomorrow?” Sana asks, her sweet smile brightening up the entire room. “Yeah it is wh-” but before you could say anything, she hands you a tiny pink bag. “I might have time so I got your gift today!” Sana was such an amazing friend. You thank her and open the bag and the small box inside to reveal an teddy keyring with your initials engraved on a small silver plaque looking keyring. “omg this is so cute thank you so much!”

“Now, open my one,” Jisung holds a blue bag with silver ribbon on the front. “now?” you ask him. “well yeah you opened Sana’s one?” so you opened the bag and it was in a slightly larger box; once you opened it a small gasp left your mouth and at that exact moment the food arrived. “what great timing I’m so hungry!” Changbin went in for the food and everyone else followed, conversing with each other and catching up, but you were still trying to process what he bought you. A silver necklace with a daisy charm and both of your initials on the back. “I’ll always be here for you, you know how that daisy chain is so sentimental to me, I hope this is too.” He leans in and quietly speaks. You were lost for words. You tried to splutter out a thank you, but he knew how thankful you were from your mere reaction.

The evening went as planned; you and your friends hung out after so long, work was intense but having a cheat day like this was indeed liberating. Jisung taps your shoulder gently as you wave Sana goodbye under a dimmed streetlight and the obscure night sky. It was hazy tonight; the cool fog making it hard to see anything ahead of you. Jisung stood next to you and you turned to him once Sana left. “are you thinking what I’m thinking Han?” you give a playful smile and rock back and forth on your tiptoes, “coffee and cake?” he asks as if he didn’t know that was your thing with him. “Of course!” you put your hands on his back and push him in the direction you wanted to go in; “over there!” you point. It was a night café situated along a remote street that was diverted away from main traffic. A large white sign lit up the dark street which directed you and Jisung to a well-lit night café that had a couple people inside enjoying their night with their friends or significant other. There were outdoor seats which weren’t occupied because of the drop in temperature but it would be nice to come here more often since the location was incredible. Jisung pushes the door open and lets you in first, following you and looking around for somewhere to sit. A circular table with two chairs in the farthest corner which was surrounded by bookshelves but renowned authors; Jisung chose to sit there and asked you to go and reserve that seat. “What are you doing?” your voice conveying disarray. “it’s on me tonight,” his smile appeared. That smile. Your heart did that thing again though you shook it off. It was nothing right? You sat yourself down, putting your purse on the table along with your phone; the books were intriguing you, there were many of them ranging from sonnets and poems to crime and mystery literature. You knew you weren’t much of a reader, but one did capture your attention. It was by an author called Ivan Turgenev, the book was called ‘First love and other stories’ – people writing about love was something you wish you could’ve done but you don’t know how love feels? The cover of the book was rough a cerise fabric-like texture, the title written in a gold on the spine of the book. Jisung comes over unexpectedly and leans over your shoulder eyeing at the hardback you seized. “what’s that? Love stories?” he pouts as you turn around in a panic, Jisung grabbing the book out of your hand, his fingertips grazing against your hand. If you had your Apple watch on right now, your heart rate would’ve been way too obvious. “O-Oh I was looking at the book shelf, they have so many well-known books and authors an-” your flustered ramble was interrupted by Jisung; “you want to read love stories, that’s understandable… it’s a good book I would recommend it,” he hands the book gently and points at the tray with the coffee cups filled to the top, the two cheesecake slices; one orange and the other strawberry. You gasp at the orange cheesecake – “oh my god they exist!” you sat down at the table, tucking the chair in. The aroma of the roasted coffee beans was intense although it made you feel comfort. You glance up at Jisung as he picks up the silver form and digs into the tip of the cheesecake, allowing there to be enough strawberry syrup and cheesecake. He holds it up to his mouth and notices you looking at him – with the most stupid look on your face, painted with adoration – so he held it out for you. “here, try it before I do,” his expressions were soft and gentle. “huh? Why, it’s yours?” you try to refuse. It didn’t work. “because-” he thinks for a second, “sharing is caring.” He fondly beams. You couldn’t deny it but he held the fork and you endured such sweetness swirling around, dancing on your tastebuds, the bitterness of your coffee counteracting with the dessert; it was utterly perfect. “nice?” he asks. “of course, as always!”

You didn’t realise at the time, but it was an analogy that you didn’t realise. The bitterness occurring in your life being stabilised by someone so sweet, attentive and ever so cherishing. It made sense.

You took a forkful of your orange cheesecake although it didn’t cater to your taste. “are you alright, do you not like it?” Jisung asks you. You shake your head, “ it tastes too artificial..” you hold the remaining cake on your fork and place it on the plate. It was disappointing, yes but Jisung swapped the ceramic plates with his. “here have mine, I’ll have this!” he takes whatever remained on the fork and takes a bigger chunk. You know what they say about sharing drinks, does it apply to forks? “O-oh thank you Han,” you smile softly, you couldn’t help but feel so warm inside. After spending some time at the café it was time to go home although Jisung insisted he would take you home safely first before he goes home. “no no, I can go myself,” you asserted. Jisung tutted and rolled his eyes playfully as he always does. “Why?” you ask waiting for a valid response. “Because it’ll take you even longer to get home!” you raise your voice a little louder but not too loud to bring attention. “well.. I’ve stayed over before..” he reminded you. Ah yes.. he did didn’t he. Your parents were okay with Jisung and already mentioned that if you dated him, it’d be best. God why did they think like that?  “I’m joking, I’ll get a taxi and we can go together,” he thought. You nod agreeing with him.

A couple weeks pass and you were on call to Jisung whilst studying. It was really late, around 2am but your Film project wasn’t going to do itself. He kept company since he just never slept. “want me to come over to study with you?” he asks. You were shocked at the offer. “at 2am? Are you crazy!” your voice becomes a little harsh as you tried to stay quiet. “maybe we should look for campus accommodation or an apartment we can split the rent for!” he suggests. It wasn’t a horrible idea, there would be some leeway for you to do whatever you like. “I’ll see for next semester; we can get looking though!” although you didn’t realise, he meant move in together. You and Jisung met up later that day at the university library, your laptop with all your editing software open, editing your short film that you filmed of him. It was about how you romanticised life and how everything was symbolic for something; Jisung pointed at himself. “what do I symbolise,” he asks tilting his head taking in the moving image. You pause, what if your feelings have changed? You lied. “you’re my best friend of course,” you smile through the pain knowing he will never feel the same. His cheeks flare a rosy hue. Even such words made him happy. “hey,” he enquires, “are you free August 1st?” you think for a moment. “That’s a couple months away but I should be, I can make sure nothing happens that day, why?” You seemed so confused. “My family and I are going to Jeju for a visit and I was wondering if you wanted to come as well?”

Oh.

“That would be nice, I haven’t been there yet either,” you let out a quiet laughter. “please, it would be so nice to have you there too!” he leans into you a little and laying his head on the table and smiling. Stop smiling like that – you think. “maybe I’ll consider it if you weren’t acting like a child,” your nervousness was seeping through. “a child? Isn’t that just my ecstatic personality hm?”

You scoff and continue focusing on your editing, a deep feeling of resent brewing within – why did you film Jisung AND fall for him? Wasn’t falling in love with your best friend a crime in any friendship? You took a deep breath; if you ignore it, it will be fine.

You stare at your oyster-white ceiling, covered in plastic leaf vines along the ends of your room the window open ajar enough to let in the gelid night breeze in, gliding onto your begs making you quiver. You didn’t want to shut it, you were too consumed by sundry thoughts about him; the way your heart thumped out of your chest, it paining you to see his boxy smile or when he would run up to you and embraced his arms around you tenderly full of compassion. He cared so much for you but you felt like you were too late to return any of it. Feelings are the way they are; ruthless in nature, eradicating almost every bit of rational though you possessed. You groaned feeling ever so dishevelled. You hand on your chest and a stone in your throat; you found it hard to accept you liked him – a lot more than just ‘like’, that word was too ineffective. Jisung’s pure demeanour flashes in and out of your head; when his hand touched yours when you held that one book at the night café, the way he let you have his jacket as a shelter, the way he kept the shrivelled-up daisy chain on his shelf; it was the way he did everything for you. Jisung played the guitar for you nearly every time you asked and sung for you even though he wasn’t confident in his vocals. But you didn’t want to bring your hopes up and embarrass yourself. That’s when it happened – the butterflies intruded and that’s when you knew your monotonous routine of life was demolished. With that being said, your eyes began to heavy, shutting slightly before your eyes fully closed. Dreamland is where you were transported to you…

Your trip to Dreamland gave you all the answers you needed.

It was a Saturday and you waited outside of a café waiting for Jisung. It was warmer, much warmer. You remembered that one winter’s evening when you and Jisung were caught in a storm in the exact place. You switch your phone on to see the time, the photo of you and Jisung gleaming back at you. It was a cute photo; Jisung slyly ate some of your ice cream getting a little bit on the tip of his nose and you laughing at him and wiping it off with your thumb. Your other friends really liked capturing you two, they said you were soulmates which you ignored because you didn’t believe in soulmates. Emphasis on didn’t – times change and so do people.

“Hey!” Jisung startled you, nearly dropping your phone. “you alright there,” he chuckled at you. “Not funny!” you couldn’t help but smile. “you seem to be in a good mood!” he smiles with his teeth, draping his arm around you, clutching his fist to respect you. “so what do you want to do today?” he asks you.

“why do you keep asking me?” you pout slightly. “why not?” Jisung pushes his hair back, his chestnut locks resting back into its natural position.

“We should go to a café then get matching bracelets because YOU promised we’d get matching ones and then maybe at sun set, go to Namsan Tower?” you suggest. “Did you plan this last night when I told you to go to sleep?”

You didn’t, you saw it in your dream.

“l-lets just go!” you grab his arm and take him inside the café to get a cool drink to quench your thirst.

His eyes attentively scanned the menu, looking at all the cold drinks he could get. “what are you getting,” he asked. “hmm I really feel like having the grapefruit one!” you point at the menu, “what are you getting?” you ask Jisung, “which one sounds nice?” he asks again.

You can the menu again; “blueberry tea sounds really tasty!” you say. He nods that same look of compassion; he was enthralled by you yet you didn’t even know.

***

She was beautiful. The way she looked up at me and smiled; her fierce attitude to everything made me want to scream, toss and turn in my bed; she made the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I was foolish for falling for her – my best friend – but what can I do if whenever I see her, the tempestuous storm within me is appeased at her presence. She makes me feel at home. Her amicable nature, so captivating. The face she made when she was displeased was endearing even if she thought it was hideous, to me she was like a gem that was waiting to be found and I’m glad to have found her first. I was devoted to her; there won’t be another who makes me feel the way she does. She’s my first love. And I am willing for her to be my last if nothing is returned. Her happiness is all that matters to me…

***

Sipping your drinks in the sunlight was refreshing. You both got your bracelets to match; inexpensive yet it meant the whole world to you – and him.  “there are some benches over there!” you point, grabbing his spare hand without a second though and running towards it. The sun began to wane and the stars began to emerge; simultaneously, the sky bled into an inky black allowing the stars to glow and gleam brightly. It was like how Jisung endured everything for you to let you shine. Like in school, how he would quite literally get hurt to keep you safe. You owed him a lot. “isn’t the moon really pretty tonight?” you point at the lustrous pearly orb that reigned the void sheathing the earth. “yeah, she’s really pretty tonight,” Jisung speaks softly. You didn’t realise how Jisung said ‘she’; he gazed at you, infatuated by none other than you. His fingers twitched to intertwine between your fingers, to lay a gentle kiss on your cheek. He waited for the right time.

A few months went by until it was the day of the trip Jisung planned to go on with his family. You stand in the centre of your bedroom with a small suitcase since it was for two weeks; you packed your necessities and your chargers, some hair ties and your book. You zipped up your suitcase and grabbed your other bag to throw in your pouch, phone, airpods and whatever else you needed easy access to. Jisung walks into your room with a knock; “hey your mum let me in, ready for me to take your stuff?”

And from there, everything began to unfold.

The journey there was peaceful considering the fact you always fell asleep at least 15 minutes into any car journey. Your head resting against the car window, although Jisung noticed that it wasn’t very relaxing when your head kept bumping against the car; he moved to the middle and gently moved your head to rest onto his shoulder his arm around you, so you were comfortable. He could feel his heart explode 50 fireworks every time he looked at you. He was spellbound by you.

***

Your Island holiday started off with a tour of Jisung’s holiday home; a pretty looking home with sliding doors and traditional architecture. “This is my room, and I think my parents are allowing you your own room which is the guest room,” he opened the door to the guest room and you were rapt but the view it had of the ocean. You dropped your bags and ran to the large windows and swung then open; the sound of the birds and the swashing of the sea infused your system. It felt refreshing. “It’s really pretty isn’t it, I love coming here,” he leaned against the window sill. Especially with you. He thought. “well, I’ll let you get comfortable and perhaps we can go exploring a little bit or we might have something to eat.. I don’t know but get comfy!” he says before shutting the door and leaving you alone with the ocean and your busy mind to unwind.

The saxe blue ocean pushed up against the bisque grains of sand, pulling back and leaving behind a platinum foamy residue. You thought of you and Jisung holding hands and walking down the beach at sunset like every couple does. The air felt lighter so you inhaled deeply and tried to let go of everything you had on your mind. You heard a knock at the door; it was Jisung’s mother. “are you hungry?” she smiled with immense amount of love and gentleness in her eyes. “of course! I’ll come now!” you close the windows and grab your phone as his mother smiled at you. Family meals with his family felt so natural although today Jisung was a lot more reserved as usual. Usually he would say something stupid or be extroverted. “You okay?” you whisper across the table. “h-huh, OH yeah I am, I’m tired that’s all.”

It wasn’t like him but you knew it wasn’t you that was the reason.

After dinner, you followed him back to the bedrooms; “Jisung,” you utter “Hm?” he turns around, the pair of you face to face now. “Do you want to watch the stars with me?” you ask nervously but you saw the way his brows raise from a furrow and the corner of his lips raise. “Of course I would, I’ll go change and come to you alright?” you nod your head and do the same thing. As you close the door you exhale. You don’t know why you were so nervous. But soon enough, he knocked and asked permission to come in. You both sat on the bed and gazed at the twinkling stars outside; “sometimes I wish I could be a star,” you begin. “Why is that?” Jisung asks looking down at you laying your head near thigh; “they’re so carefree and pretty and I-”

“but so are you?” he defends. “what?” you get up and look at him, your hair covering the sides of your face. He tucks your hair behind your ear; “you mean more than you think, to someone out there you just don’t know yet.. The way we’re looking at stars right now someone must’ve saw you the same way and wished they saw you again.. because it’s hard to find ONE special star amongst many,” Jisung was extremely poetic today.

“Han-” you were interrupted again. “the moon is out again, look!” he points as you lay back down this time on his thigh as he shifted it closer to where you were laying. It felt natural. His hand hesitated to touch your hair, to play with your locks but he found the courage to. You felt your soul levitate but luckily he couldn’t see your face.

***

The sun beamed into your room, the light material curtains flailing in the ocean breeze; Jisung wasn’t in the room. You were resting on a pillow with a blanket over you, it seems like he left later when you fell asleep again. The aroma of breakfast began to waft through the gap of the door to which you thought it would be a good idea to get up and get ready. You opened the door and yelped as you saw Jisung smiling ear to ear at your door. “Good morning sleepy head-” as he grabbed your hand. “w-wow where are we going!” you yelped. “breakfast but at a special place!” he says. “bye we’ll be back!” Jisung waves to his parents. You make your way down paths until you reached a little shop – a coffee shop. “I loved this place and I always wanted to bring you here!” he opens the door and the strong scent of bread and other patisserie struck you. “this is where my love for cheesecake came from!” he smiles. He seemed very happy.

You panicked internally. Did..you kiss! That thought didn’t feel right !!

***

Jisung toured you around. He showed you places he used to love as a child and things that made him happy – even happier that he could share it with you – from the rocks near the sea, to the bakery. He showed you where he carved his name on a tree on the way back to the family home. “maybe I should carve yours too!” he looks for a sharp stone and gets right to it. You watch him be so happy and acted out to yourself how you would confess to him. maybe you shouldn’t right? Soon after, you both slowly walked home but Jisung stopped again. “hey look!” he points at this tree. “what about it?” you ask until you looked up to see bright orange oranges hanging from verdant leaves. “oh my! I want one!” you say trying to grab out until Jisung stands extremely close behind you leaning over to twist one off. “Thanks-” you say although he begins peeling the skin off himself with a smile of endearment painted across his face. “I can do it myself!” you try to grab it off him. “aaaa-” he says holding a piece to your mouth with your accept, his thumb grazing against your bottom lip. “oh it’s really tasty!” you say. “open wide,” he jokes as he holds another one. “I’m not a baby!” you whine. “yeah you are,” he laughs running forward. “come and get me!”

This was the Jisung you knew and loved.

He grabbed your hand once you caught up to him, his fingers intentionally interlocking fingers and smirking at you playfully before running back to the house. You had so much fun. More than you usually do and you felt closer to Jisung. The exchanging of looks and playfully flirty remarks is all that you would remember from today. Especially, his thumb grazing your bottom lip; his soft gaze was still intense; it still made you feel nervous.

Being with Jisung was homely. His genial personality making you fall for him further. That night, you sat in the bed of the guest room, the owls hooting outside and trees rustling as the oceans began to sound turbulent. You were a little frightened and you debated going to Jisung. “screw it!” you thought. You knock at his door and hope he isn’t asleep. There wasn’t an answer so you turned around to go back into your room until your hear the handle lower and open. “you okay?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned. You gulped at the way he presented himself, his hair messy and eyes weary. “I didn’t mean to disturb you I-I’m just a bit scared…” you mumbled. “scared?” he repeated. “yeah! Don’t repeat it I feel STUPID!”

He lets out a soft chuckle and holds out his hand; “I’m watching a show right now if you want to join me?” he offers. You take his hand and he closes the door behind him. He climbs into bed and leans against his headboard. “your space awaits,” he says in a deep voice mocking the character in the show making you smile. You slide under his sheets and against the headboard too although it felt abnormal. “you can lean on me if you want to, I don’t mind..” he says. “are you sure?” you ask gulping. He nods with great certainty. So you did what he said. You lowered yourself so your head was at his chest, leaning into him and unexpectedly he pulled you in closer.

The moment became incredibly intimate. His heart was beating fast, you could hear it thump out of his chest. You felt your pulse quicken too. This wasn’t normal at all. You were okay with intimacy but this moment felt … different.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice slightly husky, his fingers gently skimming the side of your arm. You stay still, debating to confess or to just lean in and get it done and over with. No. He wouldn’t do that. You sit up, his arm moving away from you; you face him and take a deep breath. “what’s wro-” he gets cut off by your confession.

“ I love you Jisung..” you blurt out closing your eyes hoping he’d say something – even if it was the opposite of what you were expecting. Although whilst your eyes were closed there was silence which was shattered by Jisung’s laugh. He lay his hand on yours, his other hand just below your jaw: “open your eyes for me,” he begins, your eyes slowly peering at him. It was like someone burst a colour bomb in the room; he was radiating indigo, pink and orange – he was happy. Although words were not exchanged, actions were.

Actions speak louder than words

His arm placed itself around your waist pulling you in closer to him as you kneeled on his bed. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to your lips, a paroxysm of emotions and feelings being exchanged between two lovers. The pure infatuation between you and him felt like true love, everything felt like two puzzle pieces attaching to create a piece of art that longed to be complete. The large boulder that sat on your chest had gone, you felt like a feather floating through the gates of heaven. The sweet exchange between you and Jisung, his hands ever so gently holding you; he loved you this whole time but waited for you. You lay next to him, his eyes so effervescent and glossy, his fingers caress the side of your cheek. “I love you more than you would ever have expected me to…” he confesses lowly “ I was waiting for you,”

I was waiting for you.

Everything felt so complete with your heart and Jisung’s heart merged into one. Daisies, clementine’s, and August 1st. You wished for nothing more and nor did he. Even in another life, you would always be his first love

First love. Something so pure and magnificent, something that changed the repetitive customs of life; something that gave variety and prosperity to existence. Even when seasons change, Clementines and Daisies will be what bound you with your first love; Jisung was your first love and transpires to be your last. 

Everything was falling into place and had been since whenever he grew feelings for you. The way you sandwiched his cheeks with heat packs, or the way you held his hand with one heat pack. Not to forget the way he would always buy your second choice so you didn’t have any regrets. The way Jisung’s gentle touches made a pit in your stomach fall everytime like the one time at the night cafe when you were looking at the books. Not to forget the way his thumb grazed your lips...  Everything was just right.

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Title; Are you undressing me with your eyes?! Ao3

Rating; NC17 

Summary: prompt; Mulder won a bet with Scully. She has to wear a vibrating egg to Thanksgiving weekend at Maggie's. Mulder drives Scully nuts. Bonus points if Scully stops giving a fuck and just fucks Mulder in her old bedroom or anywhere else in the house.

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @today-in-fic @xfpornbattle

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Are you undressing me with your eyes?!

Mulder and Scully were sitting outside Maggie’s house in Mulder’s car. It was about 2 in the afternoon and they were about to go have their Thanksgiving meal together. This year Mulder decided to actually attend because Bill wasn’t there as he had been deployed overseas.

“Mulder, I can't believe you’re going to make me do this,” she huffed, unlocking her car seat.  

“A bet is a bet, Scully. I won fair and square, and you said anything was at stake,” Mulder replied smugly.

“But I didn’t mean this, we’re at my mother's house,” she said flatly.

“That’s what makes it all the more fun, don’t you think?” he smirked.

“No,” she replied with slight anger tinged in her voice. She opened the car door and slammed it shut. She could feel the device sitting heavy in her lace panties. She moved her hips slightly to make it more comfortable for herself but it only made things worse. 

Mulder unbuckled his seat belt, a smile still plastered on his face.  He lifted his left hand and ran his palm over his right breast pocket, feeling the small device sitting close to heart. He would use it when she least expected it and he was going to drive her wild. 

He stepped out of the car, shutting and locking it before following Scully up her mother's path. 

“Hello, mom.”

“Hi Dana, I hope you’re hungry — and just for you, Fox, I have made plenty of pumpkin pie.” She gave her daughter a quick hug and then gave Mulder one too, gesturing for them to go inside.

“Thank you, Mrs Scully, you know how I love your pie.”

“Yes, dear, I know. And how many times have I told you to call me Maggie!”

“Thank you, Maggie, for having me.”

He walked through to the dining room and looked amazed at the layout before them. There was a complete spread: a whole turkey plus stuffing balls; three different kinds of sauces; yams, potatoes, sweet potatoes. Everything you could imagine was on the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a meal but it wasn’t just the meal. It was the love that had gone into it. It warmed his heart. And the smile was still on his face. 

Half an hour went by and they were all comfortable eating and chatting away, turkey on plates, veg on forks. Mulder had managed to get the slender little remote out of his breast pocket and into his hand, which was situated under the table. 

Scully had just placed a mouthful of yam and placed her fork back on the table when Mulder double-clicked the remote. 

Scully felt the vibrating egg in her panties start to vibrate; it was sitting directly against her clit. Mulder had set it to medium vibration straight away. She let out a deep gruntful moan deep within her throat before swallowing what she had in her mouth. She threw Mulder a dirty look, and he smiled mischievously in return.  

It took a few minutes before he pressed the button again, this time at an even more intense vibration. Her panties were dripping with her desire. Her hands gripped the edge of the table. She was biting the inside of her cheek. She shouldn’t be this turned on, shouldn’t want to have this kind of pleasure at her mother's dining room table with her mother sitting across from her. She was desperate for it just to take her over the edge. So fucking desperate, the sweat was forming in her palms and on her brow. She could feel herself trying to calm her breathing. 

“Dana, is everything alright?” Maggy asked, concerned.

“Yes, Mom,” she let out hoarsely. “I think I swallowed it wrong.” The vibrations were still intensifying, hitting against her nerves, getting her closer and closer. 

“Okay, dear, just be careful.”

Scully simply nodded as she was about to shatter. And then everything stopped. 

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or furious at the fact the Mulder was in ultimate control and making her own body betray her. 

She continued her dinner without another incident from Mulder; her panties were still sticky and sweet for her own desire. As soon as her food was finished, she stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute, mom.”

“Okay, dear.”

Scully walked calm and collected towards the stairs before rushing to the bathroom. 

Five minutes passed, then another five. Mulder said politely to Maggie that he wanted to go check on Scully. 

He knocked on the bathroom and waited before turning the handle, opening it to find it empty, so he guessed that she was in her old bedroom. He knocked quietly but there was no answer. He knocked again. He found her silently looking at him with a devilish lustful look in her eyes. 

He walked into her old bedroom and claimed her mouth fiercely locking his lips with her own, tasting the sweet and the savoury of the meal previously eaten. She stepped back, then stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. 

“I want you to take me here and now but we must be silent.”

He looked at her and asked, “Are you sure?” to which she had a simple reply. She grabbed his rock hard cock in his jeans from their kiss earlier. She turned around and placed her hand down her pant trousers to get the vibrating egg out of her panties. She felt Mulder’s hand on top of hers which sent another pool of desire to between her legs. He grabbed the small egg, which was the size of a small bullet, from her hand and took it off her. 

He started kissing the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine, before claiming her as his. Pulling her trousers down to her ankles before tearing her black lace panties off her skin. 

“So damp for me Scully. Naughty girl,” he said.

“Please Mulder…” She had no idea how she was begging. But he didn’t care—he loved the wild and naughty side of Scully. 

He undid the zip of his trousers and lowered his trousers and boxer shorts before wrapping his hand around his shaft, audibly groaning, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his tip. Scully was now bent over her high footboard, her legs spread in anticipation for him, her trousers around her ankles

He never had any clue how he got so lucky to have a woman like this in his life but damn he was not going to leave her waiting.  

He could smell her desire. With his cock in hand, he placed it at her entrance, sliding through her wet folds before burying himself inside her. She was tight and sweet and all the anticipation had led to this moment. He started pumping into her incredibly slowly. His nails were digging into her hips, leaving half-moons in her skin, her groans were getting louder and louder. 

“Scully, we have got to be quiet, your mom is downstairs,” he whispered in her ear, chest flush against the expanse of her back.

“Shit, god Mulder, I’m so fucking close,” she whispered hoarsely back. And he knew it was the time to bring the egg back into play. He picked it up from the end of the bed and turned it on manually without the remote. The familiar buzzing sound filled the room. He brought it down between her legs and sat it against her clit. 

“Is this what you wanted Scully?” He thrust in hard and sharp. “Every time I turned the egg on, is this what you wanted?” He thrust harder and faster. “Every time I turned it on, I saw you undressing me with your eyes. Thinking of all the ways you were going to get back to me.” He slid himself all the way out before pumping himself deep within her. “I can wait for your revenge, Scully, I’m looking forward to it even.” 

The bed started to slide ever so slightly against the carpet. The room filled with soft moans, flesh hitting flesh and the sound of a small vibration. The room smelt of sex and they were both so close to reaching bliss. 

They both felt her body go rigid and start to spasm. She covered her mouth with her duvet to stop her screaming out in pure pleasure. His nails dug in deep and he nuzzled into her neck and bit down, releasing himself into her. 

“Dana, Fox, is everything okay? I heard banging.” Maggy shouted concerned 

Scully quickly let Mulder pull up her trouser pants even without her panties. She gave Mulder a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Everything’s fine, mom, I’ll be down in a moment.

She let out a devilish giggle and left her bedroom. All Mulder could think was god he loved that woman. 

He cleaned himself up and headed downstairs for the best pie in the world.