#also do i spot these veggie drinks on the table?

[schnaf]

22 days until jooyeon's 22nd birthday

day 7 - peekaboo

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

can we get a fic where r is a nurse or med student and she just had a terrible terrible day at work and steve just comforts her? ly <3

i know nothing about the medical world so forgive me. kinda basing this from a breakdown i had after orientation for my job then texting a friend for some help.

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silence. peace and quiet after a twenty-four hour on call shift. no beeping monitors, no patients getting angry with you, no messes to clean up; just you sitting in your car letting your brain melt. and then the tears started to sting, face pinching to withhold yourself but letting the floodgates free. your breathing was labored and your head was getting fuzzy, you hoped no one was a witness to your breakdown.

fingers death gripping onto your leather steering wheel, head falling forward and almost hitting your horn. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take deep slow breaths, needing to steady yourself before making the thirty minute drive back to your apartment where steve was waiting for you.

steve. with his name popping into your head you reached into your bag, pulling your phone and flipping it open then pressing one to speed dial the landline. the dial tone rang twice and then you heard his voice.

“harrington residence.” just those two words from your husband lifted your sorrows for a moment, allowing you to calmly speak into the receiver. “hi honey.” a sigh of relief before a wet hiccup followed.

you could hear the concern when steve asked, “hey, you off? need me to pick you up?” already knowing you had your car with you, but also knowing you would be exhausted to drive.

you shook your head even though it wasn’t seen, “no, no. just… just wanted to see if you needed anything?” closing your eyes as the welling tears continued. “want something for lunch? was gonna stop by-“

“it’s fine, honey. i already cooked something for you. just get home safe. i love you.” and he didn’t hang up right away, waiting for you to respond back. a croaked “i love you,” then quick to press the end call button. you took deep calming breaths, five in five out, before starting the engine and cutting the radio off.

you kept to the speed limit, sometimes going three over or even five under causing people to honk and speed past you. you didn’t have the energy to care about their pissed stares, just counting the stop lights until you hit your block, rolling into the complex then pulling into your parking spot.

your bones felt like liquid as you gathered your bags and drinks, locking your car then heading up the one flight of stairs. a quick left then past three doors and you stood outside yours, number 736, a lovely floral reef circled the peep hole.

with a heavy hand you slid your key into the lock, turned the knob and was greeted to the warm lighting and laugh track blaring from the tv. the lingering smell of mac and cheese with some baked chicken and steamed veggies caused your stomach to gargle.

“hey pretty.” steve’s smooth voice slid into the hallway with you, his hands reaching out to take your load off your shoulders.

he made sure to keep your belonging organized and hang your coat on the rack. he knelt to the floor and helped tug your sneakers off your aching feet before ushering your further into the apartment to the couch.

reruns of your favorite sitcom light the room as steve leaned in to press a tender kiss on your left temple, eyes closing in contentment. “i’ll be back with our food.”

steve was gone less than five minutes and you could feel your eyes growing heavy as each second passed, head lulling to rest on the back of your couch. you smiled and chuckled low at a joke you already knew, but it still tickled you pink.

“kept it in the oven to stay warm. hope it taste good, i followed the recipe for the mac and chicken, but you know me.” steve set the two plates on the small table covering your feet. “how’s my girl doing?”

he rested a palm to your left thigh and rubbed over your scrubs comfortably. you took a deep inhale before sighing out, “draining.” the one word sufficient in summarizing everything.

steve hummed, “sorry. but luckily you’re taking the next two days off. how about we just rot in bed for one day and then be slightly adults the next day. how’s that sound?” his browns eyes darkened and shaded with the flickering light.

leaning your head onto his right shoulder and fighting sleep you yawned out, “sounds perfect.” the laugh track and commercials becoming your white noise.

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, so much smut, language.

Summary: Secretly sleeping with your best friend's bandmate. What could happen?

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. - Federico García Lorca

Secrets. Sneaking around. Lies.

That’s all you’ve ever known for the past six weeks. Keeping one of the biggest secrets you’ve ever had to keep. Sleeping with your best friend’s bandmate. Both of you knew it was a bad idea but neither of you wanted to call it quits. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. What began as something that was supposed to be a one time thing grew more intense.

Lying to your roommate about where you’ve been so late at night or coming home so early in the morning after being gone all night. Which also ties into the sneaking around. Sneaking off on your work break to meet him at his place for a quick hook up. Sometimes, on nights out with the band when Danny would invite you, you’d make up some lame excuse to go to the bathroom. Fix your lipstick, pee, whatever came to your head that didn’t seem suspicious. And it only took Jake five minutes to show up and have you pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall as he fucked you.

Six Weeks Ago

You didn’t see yourself ever doing this. Nor did you ever see yourself with him. You had never met him until the night of Josh’s birthday party. He wanted this year to be different and opted for a separate party from Jake.

Danny had invited you to go with him. Insisted that you need to make more friends ever since moving to the city. But instead of mingling with everyone else at the party like he was, you found yourself alone at the food table and snacking on the veggie tray.

“I used to believe that eating a ton of carrots would improve my eyesight.” A voice says beside you. You look up to see Jake standing beside you as he refilled his glass with champagne. “All lies. I still need glasses.” After filling his glass, he sets the bottle back down on the table and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Jake. You must be (Y/N), right?” You nod your head as you extend your hand to shake his. “Did he abandon you?”

You shake your head. “No, I kind of wandered away while he was chatting with your dad. About what, I don’t know.”

Jake chuckles and lifts his glass to his lips to take a drink. “Thirsty?” He says. “There’s plenty of alcohol. Josh didn’t go light this year.”

You shake your head. “I promised Danny that I’d stay sober to drive home tonight.”

“Well, there’s other ways to enjoy the party.” He says. “Come on..”

He grabs your hand and tugs you along before you could protest. Pulling you into the kitchen, he parks you on the bar stool at the kitchen island before going over to the fridge. He pulls open the freezer and digs through it before pulling out a carton of ice cream. He retrieves a spray can of whip cream from the fridge and comes back over to you.

“Ice cream?”

Jake nods his head and sets the contents on the counter before getting a couple bowls and spoons from the cupboards and the ice cream scoop. “Josh’s ice cream that I’ll have to replace later.” He fills bowls with ice cream and sprays the whipped scream on top. “Unfortunately he doesn’t have cherries.”

“I thought Josh couldn’t have sugar or dairy.” You say as you take a spoon from his hand.

“He treats himself to it once in a while.” Jake says. “If anything, I’m helping him not eat sugar and saving his vocal chords.” You giggle making him smile.

“Thoughtful brother.” You say before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Finishing the ice cream in your bowl, you look over at Jake to find him licking off the rest of his ice cream off of his spoon. You giggle when you see a dribble of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” He says as he sets his spoon in his bowl.

“You have ice cream..” You say pointing to the spot on your mouth. “Here..” You grab a napkin off the counter and reach over to wipe it off of him. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten until you felt his breath breeze against your lips. You pull away clearing your throat and slide off the stool to toss the napkin away and put your dishes in the sink.

He reaches over you to place his own in the sink. With him being so close to you, you can feel how hard he is. His hands ghost across your hips as he brushes his own hips against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, you barely knew him but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved your hips and around to your front side.

“Jake…” You breathe.

“Hmmm?” He hums against the nape of your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this..” You say. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me take you upstairs and get to know you.” He says.

You look out the kitchen window to find Danny still engrossed in a conversation but with someone different. The feeling Jake was giving you was too difficult to ignore or deny. You weren’t wrong. You barely knew each other, but damn you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“But if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He says. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The little angel on your shoulder kept telling you to say stop, that this wasn’t right. But the devil on your other shoulder kept telling you to do it. Let him make you feel good. He’s so attractive and you know that he knows how to use his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Jake says as he steps away from you.

You turn to face him. “Just this once.” You say before grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs. He switches positions and pulls you into one of the guest rooms and closes the door before shoving you against it.

“I’ve been looking at you all day.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours as he grinds against you. “I’ve only seen you in photos that you’ve taken with Danny but you’re much more beautiful in person.” He removes one of his hands from your face and moves it down between your thighs. He slowly moves his hand underneath your dress and presses his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. He hums against your lips as you moan. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late.” He removes his hand and presses his hips back against yours. “I already am..” He whispers into your ear.

He pulls you off the door and walks you back to the bed before laying you down on your back. He pushes your dress up your body and pulls your underwear off.

“Is that okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He runs his hands down on your thighs and comes to a stop at your center. He circles his thumb around your folds before gently pressing into your clit. A moan falls from your lips making a smirk grow on his face. “You like that?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Slowly he takes his index and middle fingers and gently inserts them inside of you. “Is that alright?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah–Oh–” You moan, feeling him begin to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, Jake..”

“That’s it..” Jake hums. He leans over you and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Your hands grip his arm as his movements speed up and you feel him dragging his fingers along the right spots. “Jake..“ You moan. “Jake, I-”

“Ride it out for me..” He says against the skin of your neck. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

The heat burns in your belly, your toes curling as you clutch tightly to his arm. You hear his voice echo in your head as he coaches you through your orgasm. You then feel him remove his fingers from inside you, the warm feeling dissipating making you whine. He chuckles and pushes off the bed.

“You’re so needy..” He scoffs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

He hovers over top of you and props himself up on his hands beside your head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He confirms before pushing off of the bed. He grabs his pants and fishes his wallet out to retrieve a condom. “Safety first..”

You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”

He chuckles and rips open the small package and slips the condom on his dick before repositioning himself between your legs. Pushing your dress up your hips and lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly pushes himself in making you both groan.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing your body tense.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He slowly pulls himself out before thrusting back inside. His hands grip the sheets beside your head as he picks up his pace. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist to pull his body closer.

“Fuck fuck…” He groans as he buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Baby you feel so good…”

“Jake, faster, please…”

“As you wish, baby.” He says.

The sounds that fill the room are nothing less than pornographic which only made the whole interaction even more hot. Neither of you cared how loud you were either, no one would be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside.

He feels your walls clench around his cock and his fists tighten around the sheets that he still clutches in his hands. He groans in pleasure and keeps thrusting into you. Roughly but pleasure filled.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Let it happen.” He says. He releases his right hand and brings it down to your center. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he presses his lips against yours. You can feel it happening again. The same familiar feeling of heat burning in your core.

“Jake.. Oh god..”

“That’s it, love.” He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your second orgasm. You know he’s getting close to his own as his thrusts grow sloppy. Suddenly he grows stiff and his head falls onto your chest. “Fuck that was so good baby..”

You wince as he pulls out of you. He steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to dampen and brings it back out to wash you. He discards the washcloth after cleaning you up into the nearest hamper and the used condom in the trash can.

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. He grabs his boxers and pants and pulls them back on.

The two of you make your way back downstairs. Jake slips out to the backyard first leaving you in the kitchen. You see Danny step inside and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He says. “Been in here the whole time?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed some space from the party. Got a little overwhelmed.”

Danny hums and walks over to the counter. “Did Jake keep you company?”

“Yeah, we.. We talked.”

Danny nods his head. “And ate Josh’s ice cream?” He says raising an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face when noticing the empty carton on the counter.

“Don’t say anything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Scouts honor..” He says as he dumps the empty carton into the trash can. “Although you should probably get better at hiding the evidence. Come on, they’re about to cut the cake.”

Following Danny out to the backyard, the two of you step underneath the tent and he hands you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’m supposed to drive.” You tell him.

“Just as a toast.” Danny says.

“Okay..” You take the glass for his hand.

Feeling eyes on your back, you glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing not too far away with a refilled glass in his hand. He tips his glass to you and gives you a subtle nod of his head. You turn your head back to face forward to pay attention to Josh’s little speech. –

Two Weeks Later

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You hadn’t been in contact with Jake since Josh’s party. Though you were surprised to find that he stuck to the deal of your one time hookup only being the one time. Even when Danny invited you to the studio to listen to what they’ve been working on–which doesn’t happen all that often–Jake kept his distance. Only engaging in conversation when it was something he was interested in.

After the small studio session, you follow Jake out to the parking lot and stop him at his car. “Okay, when I said it was a one time thing, I didn’t mean you had to ignore me too.”

He turns to face you after opening his car door. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says. “However, no one knows what we did that night, except you and me.”

“Yeah but-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Danny calls as he and Sam step out of the building. “We’re gonna grab something to eat, want to join?”

“I actually already asked her if she wanted to grab something.” Jake says. “Sorry Daniel.” He gives him a smirk.

Danny chuckles. “Just don’t get her killed.” He turns to look at you. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me to beat him up.”

“I’m standing right here.” Jake says.

Danny laughs. “I’m just kidding. Have fun, we’ll see you two later.” He says turning away and running across the lot to catch up to Sam at his car.

You turn back to face Jake and fold your arms over your chest. “Are we really getting food?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.” He says. “Get in.”

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He shoves you into the wall beside the front door as he kisses you. His hands roam up underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing over your already hardened nipples. He pulls away just long enough to grab the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the party.” He says against your lips.

“We made a deal, it’d only be one time.”

“Mmmm, well tell me to stop and I will.” He says. “Like I said before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” His hands are planted on the wall on both sides of your head. You look up into his eyes and find them searching your own.

Truthfully you couldn’t deny that you’ve been wanting to be with him again. You’ve been craving his touch for weeks now. The way his hands felt when they grabbed your hips or how easily he found all of your sweet spots. You loved feeling his soft lips on yours. It was all intoxicating and you craved every second of it.

“Hello? Are you alive in there?” He says gently tapping the side of your head.

Blinking a few times, you lick your lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t want to do this.” He pushes off the wall and bends over to pick up your shirt from the floor and hands it to you.

“No, Jake–”

“I’m sorry, this was a mistake..” He says, shaking his head and walking away.

Pulling your shirt back on, you follow after him down the hall and grab his arm to turn him around. You press your lips to his, your hands finding his hips and pulling him into you. After a minute of just kissing, you pull away and open your eyes to look at him.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You admit. “And just then, I kept imagining your hands all over me, in me.. I spaced.”

He chuckles and brushes his hand across your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you pressed against him. “You know if Danny finds out, he might kill me.” He says, his lips ghosting yours. His nose brushes the skin of your cheek as he kisses your jaw. “But I don’t care..”

Dropping his hands to your thighs, he lifts you onto his waist and starts to carry you up the stairs. His brain, unable to multitask, causes his foot to miss a step and the two of you fall onto the stairs.

“Oh god, I’m sorry..” He quickly apologizes. You both laugh and you pull him down on top of you.

“Fuck me right here Jake.”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “On the stairs?”

You nod your head. Pushing him off of you and onto the stairs, you grab his belt and undo it before unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips off the stairs, just enough for you to be able to pull them, and his boxers, down his hips and his legs. Slipping out of your jeans and underwear, you straddle his lap and roughly kiss him.

“Have you ever had sex on the stairs before?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Not once.”

“Well, now you can say that you have.” You roll your hips against his and his head falls back against the step as he groans.

“I can already feel how wet you are.” His hands find their way to your hips.

You slightly lift yourself up and line him up with your entrance before you slowly sink back down on him allowing him to fill you. You moaned in the pleasure of him stretching you out. His moans match yours as his hands tighten on your hips. Once again you roll your hips and he groans. Lifting yourself ever so lightly you drop back down and repeat the action until you find a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so–” He cuts himself off with a moan and thrusts his hips up into yours driving himself deeper inside of you.

Your knees were pressed tightly into the wooden flooring of his stairs but the pleasure outweighed the pain. You were too desperate to chase your high to be worrying about anything else.

He reaches behind your neck and pulls you down to him and roughly kisses you. As he thrusts up into you, he grips a fistful of your hair in his hand and yanks your head back. Both of you are gasping and moaning. He feels you clenching around his dick which only makes him pump himself in you faster.

“Do it with me..” He says. “I want to feel you.” Unable to form any words, you nod your head vigorously as you feel the intense wave of your orgasm bloom. “That’s it baby,” He gently spoke as he let go of your hair and gently ran his hand along your cheek. You rest the side of your face into the palm of his hand as you continue riding him. You can feel him releasing in you as he reaches his own. You open your eyes to look at him to find his face scrunched up, similar to how he plays his guitar when he’s deep into his trance.

Soon the two of you come down from your high and you fall onto his chest as he stays buried in you. His hand comes to rest on your back and you feel him softly rub it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head against his chest and a smile forms on his face. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He carefully slides out of you and helps you stand. He notices how red your knees are and he winces. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Jake, I promise, I’m fine.” You say reassuring him. “I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time though..”

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you and helping you up the stairs to his bathroom where he draws you a bath. “Just relax for a bit while I go get our clothes.”

He comes back a couple minutes later and retrieves a washcloth from the linen closet. “Oh to see Jake Kiszka walking around his own home butt naked is truly a sight to see.” You say making him chuckle.

After cleaning up the both of you and relaxing in the tub for a little bit, the two of you get out and he brings you over to his bed. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and helps you get dressed.

“Such a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. “I try.”

“Umm,” You hum. “Do you have a guest room I should stay in?”

Jake falls down on the bed and looks up at you with a confused look. “I mean.. I do.. But why would you want to sleep in there?” He says.

“Well, I just figured–I’ve never slept over and–”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. He pats the bed beside him. “It’s no big deal if we share a bed.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk over to the bed and climb up on it. He motions you closer to him and he wraps his arm around you. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote to his tv. Turning it on, he scrolls aimlessly through the guide before choosing a random movie that happened to be on.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on his chest. His arm is still wrapped around your body and you feel him drawing soft designs on the skin of your hip. It wasn’t long until you were fully knocked out.

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[k0droid]

at the family function - twisted wonderland headcanons

A/N: Cleaning out my drafts :3

Content warnings!: - i'm black so i'll be going off of what happens at my family events - these are headcanons and not serious ones at that, pls dont get mad - these aren't in order (im forcing u to read lol)

Friendly reminder: I am black and searching for moots, specifically black but not exclusively <3

Jack Howl: - the cousin that all the younger cousins want to see - doesn't really like children but still enjoys seeing his family

Lilia Vanrouge: - the grandpa who sits in the same spot every reunion - has told you the same story a million GAJILLION different stories - D1 instigator

Idia Shroud: - hides himself in the room farthest from all the commotion - brings his consoles to every get-together

Epel Felmier: - the cousin who lives 2hrs away - always asking those dumbass superstitious questions abt the city - brings fruits/veggies from his family farm

Rook Hunt: - creepy ass unc, NO BODY wanna play with him - genuinely a good guy once you get to know him - dont ask "how did u and auntie (vil) fall in meet?" because he's gonna give u the strangest love story ever

Silver Vanrouge: - adopted son of granpa - hes NEVER awake when u need him - eats, chats a bit, and joins idia so he can fall asleep - don't know if he's an uncle technically but he's family now so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Cater Diamond: - cousin who's always running errands for somebody, his sisters especially - has plates made for him because he's too busy - always a part of the conversation tho

Ace Trappola: - fun cousin!!! - takes the lil kids outside to play when asked

Malleus Draconia: - also adopted son of lilia - he doesn't leave his room often so they forget he's even there - when he does come down, everyone is like "unc, you've been here?!" - very awkward but enjoys the conversation and card games

Deuce Spade: - fun cousin #2!!!!! - usually on cousin-duty - was supposed to bring the plates but forgot

Jamil Viper: - the auntie in the kitchen - like cater, he's always busy doing something - the family member who asks abt school and expects a real answer

Vil Schoenheit: - amazing gorgeous kind respectable aunt married to some guy (rook) - she arrives an hour early to help trey cook and jamil set everything in place - kinda strict about the tidiness of everyone but becomes lax after eating (got the itis)

Azul Ashengrotto: - the cousin you'd get compared to ("why cant you be more like azul?") - everybody owes or owed him some money at some point - hides all his old photos somewhere in the house

Ortho Shroud: - the little cousin - begs idia to drive him to grandpappy lilia's

Sebek Zigvolt: - loud asf like u can hear his conversations clearly - also on cousin duty - tracks mud in the house and gets told off by jamil

Kalim Al-Asim: - the cousin with 511 siblings

Ruggie Bucchi: - helps in the kitchen so he'll be the first one to make some plates - afterwards ruggie eats on the porch in a rocking chair

Trey Clover: - main cook/chef - unc who's always getting roasted for his hairline (barber fucked him up)

Leona Kingscholar: - 50/50 unc, sometimes he'll be in a good mood and sometimes he wont - arrives on time and gets out of his car 20 mins later (he was sleep) - tells those kids "AYE YALL STOP ALL THAT RUNNIN AROUND" - sat with ruggie on the porch and he just randomly got up and started walking down the street - sometimes forced to eat at the kids table because he wont eat his own veggies at his grown age

Jade Leech: - brought the drinks - brought cards and dice to play with azul

Floyd Leech: - brought soda (in spite of Jade) - brought monopoly instead - he got bored in the middle of monopoly so he just started chasing people for entertainment

Riddle Rosehearts: - the one who organizes most of the reunions - was FURIOUS at deuce for forgetting to bring the plates but cater went out and bought them - got chased by Floyd and collared his ass

ts was kinda ass, my bad, i just want likes and comments cuz i dont have many headcanons of my own

anyways u guys should totally ask me abt my twst ocs (not yuusona) so i can blab abt them <3/hj

[suckitsurveys]

Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? Cold. I’ve had coffee and water so far today.

What’s a name you like that’s similar to yours? Anna, Joanna, Savannah.

Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? The last thing I ate was dinner last night and I had that on a paper plate.

How’s your mental health today? It’s okay so far. I’ve had a HELL of a couple months.

What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? Blink-182, Jimmy Eat World, Weezer, The Shins, Cake, No Doubt, Le Tigre, The Distillers, Taking Back Sunday, The Used, Kill Hannah, mc chris. Plus lots more.

Do your feelings get hurt easily? They definitely can.

What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? This Asian-fusion bar for my sister’s birthday.

Do you have a friend who’s always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? Yes and yes. Ellen and I send each other Tik Toks all the time.

Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? Nope.

Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? Not that I’m aware of.

Are you good at following instructions? Yes, but a visual aid definitely helps.

What’s your backyard or outdoor area like? We have a decent sized lot for a Chicago apartment. There’s a driveway and a garage so that takes up half, but then on the side of the garage we have a patio that our landlord installed a little while after we moved in. There’s a garden next to it and we have a fire pit with chairs, a patio table and a couple of grills out there. We also hung cafe lights above that whole area. Then there’s a patch of grass and a veggie garden against the back of our building. It’s a really cool little cozy spot and I love that we have it.

Do you like your boss? (or your last boss if you don’t currently have one)? He’s a nice guy but he’s really spacey.

When was the last time you took a selfie? It’s been a bit.

What did you have for breakfast yesterday? A banana and an english muffin with peanut butter.

What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? On a flight I just get wifi lol. On a car ride I’m usually the one driving so I have a playlist ready. I recently took a 19 hour train ride to NOLA and I had Bob’s Burgers and The Bear downloaded on my laptop so I watched that and I played cards with my dad and just looked out the window a lot too. Where are you right now? Work.

Have you ever done a hearing test? Yeah, we used to have them in grade school, along with vision tests.

Do you hate small talk? It can be awkward but it’s fine.

What’s the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? It’s definitely been over 110F here before.

What programs/applications do you currently have open on the device you’re using right now? This and stuff for work.

How many steps per day do you do, generally? Not enough.

Have you had any snacks today? I haven’t eaten anything yet.

What’s the next thing you’ll tick off your to-do list? Work related stuff.

Have you ever had a chia pet? No.

What’s your favourite sandwich filling? Tuna or turkey.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? I do.

What was the last reason you saw a doctor? I thought I had strep and/or covid. I didn’t have either; just some weird bug I picked up in NYC.

Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? Dark, mostly.

[museenkuss]

hello <3 soon i'll be able to explore frankfurt for a day and i very much trust your taste so i wanted to ask what place i should visit in your opinion? have a nice day!!

<3

Kleinmarkthalle!! Colourful small stalls with spices, baked goods, flowers, veggies etc. it’s not as big as you might expect and usually cramped (also cafés are creeping in so you might see a few posh outsiders invading the place around noon), and it’s among the places that feel like home to me. So even if you only walk through it once and it’ll take less than 20 minutes — please come! -> also there’s a Walther König at one side, if you’re interested in art or photography books.

Close-ish by is the chocolatier Bitterzart, which is a very pretty shop on a picturesque street leading up to the churches and the Neue Altstadt, which in turn is a new interpretation of the destroyed old buildings of the city. Highly controversial among art history professors but definitely pretty to look at imo. Also, the Dom and Schirn museum are there! But back to the shop: Bitterzart is a nice place if you like the vintage, slightly luxurious feel of chocololatiers.

Städel if you want to meet HER (Cranach Venus🦪🌹) or him (Holbein portrait of a young man with red flower🥰) — or the iconic wonky Goethe painting with the two left feet. Or, a personal favourite, Samson & Delilah.

Alternatively: Liebighaus (beautiful villa with a very nice statue collection (I love the wooden St George), cute café — the cakes are good!) -> both of those museums are along the Main and rather close to each other. There is a number of interesting museums there, so if that’s something you’re interested in, I’d recommend checking to see if there’s an exhibition you might like to see.

Coming back to cafés: close by the Zeil is the Wackers Kaffee. It’s a very small place that’s more a spot to buy coffee than to drink it, but they do offer cakes & coffee & I have very fond memories of sitting at the tiny tables in the back and watching my parents sip their espressos. Like the Kleinmarkthalle, it’s just home. The taste, the marble table tops, the golden coffee bean packages.

The Hugendubel is nice (and a rather large one). If you’re more into smaller bookstores, I recommend Land in Sicht! They have books you might not find in the ordinary Hugendubel and even some that aren’t in print anymore sprinkled in. It’s a small(ish) shop (and a bit far off from the other things listed, best reached via Straßenbahn or on foot from Konstablerwache), but I always find something interesting there. [and if you like comics or mangas, there’s a very small shop called Comic that’s, as I’ve recently learned, the first comic shop in Germany. It’s tiny and you have to leave your bags & jackets at the counter before going up/down, but I’ve spent a lot of time upstairs with the mangas when I was younger. Important part of the city imo, had to mention it haha]

Shopping — Zeil has pretty much what you’d expect, the Berger str (close-ish to Land in Sicht) has boutiques, food places and Ypsilon, another small book store I like.

f you do want to stay around that Zeil-area, I’d recommend going up to the fifth or so storey in the large Galeria there. They have a large window overlooking the city, which is nice. It’s called…sky view or something?

And lastly: if you happen to be here on a Saturday or Thursday, you can visit the market at Konstablerwache. It’s just food (and one place that has wine that’s always full of alcoholic yuppies, the same poser crowd that’s investing the Kleinmarkthalle), but if you’re in the mood for Germknödel, they have nice ones at the milk/yoghurt stand & there used to be a small stand by the organic apples that had SUCH nice sausages. I’m not sure if he’s still there (it was just one guy with a grill) since I haven’t been in a while after I stopped eating meat, but I still dream of those sausages 😋

This was all very jumbled. To try and sum up: Land in Sicht, Kleinmarkthalle & Liebighaus Café or Wackers are places I’d take a friend. I like to walk from the MMK past Zartbitter to the Dom& Neue Altstadt, simply because it’s a nice journey. Zeil is good for shopping because all the big stores are there, while Berger str has boutiques and a more cosy feel to it. And finally, there are MANY museums scattered all around the city, but the Städel/Liebighaus are usually foolproof choices. And if you like modern art, the MMK with its funky architecture. Also: The Zeil connects Konstablerwache and Hauptwache, they’re all close by. And most of the other stuff is in walking distance, too (~20 minutes?)

Now lastly, two things to keep in mind (aka warnings for FFM visitors): 1) like so many other cities, FFM was bombed to ruins, so we offer a lot of charming grey 50s-70s architecture. I know that goes without saying, but I’m saying it anyways, since we do have some old buildings and we do have the silvery skyscrapers, but we also have a lot of that. 2) the main station and the area right around it are the worst part of the city. It’s where the drugs, violence and prostitution are happening, so don’t let that first impression deceive you if you arrive there. The rest of the city isn’t bad, we just get a bad rep <3

[strangerrebelled]

@eskelwolf :

Eskel was in a weird limbo for his work day. The meeting has been long and very exhausting, but at least Eskel wasn't slain as bad as one of his co-workers did. The poor girl was dismantled head to toe by the boss and even witnessing it gave Eskel the shudders. His boss was just an absolute nightmare and Eskel had considered to leave multiple times, but he needed the damn money.

After this public butchering of his co-worker Eskel ignored his phone for a while because he took a short cigarette break in which he didn't smoke, but Lara did. She was still shaking, her hand clutched against her chest and her eyes teary and puffy. Poor girl. Eskel should've come for aid, everyone should've defended her but no one stood up to the boss. To the bully of the whole damn company.

He wondered, silently, when his attention turned inwards to him and he closed off after sitting down in his office again,...someone like Jack surely wouldn't allow to be talked to like that. He would stand up and fight for justice. He'd resist.

This was a stupid little thought entirely based on two minutes they've spent together. Also it was very unusual for Eskel to think about someone in this manner.

He smiled when he read the short message received and wondered, what about a “thanks” with an emoji would ever make him smile like this.

At his lunch break later, much later, he sat in the social room on the couch and scrolled down the list of restaurants in this area. That were already more than three dozen given the size of this city and the office towers all around. Lots of hungry nine-to-fivers with a bad taste and no idea what genuine mexican, chinese or Italian cuisine looked like.

He found the two spots though, a little more outside the beating heart of this office quarters. Then he dared to send Jack a short message. At least this one he could just—he could rehearse.

“Hi Jack, I promised to send you the names of the restaurants that are quite good.

“Hattori” - that's a genuine sushi place, owners are Japanese and their menu is entirely in Japanese and the English translations aren't the best. But it's really cute and genuine, you know a place is good when no tourists are around and you have to turn on translator apps to understand what you've just ordered. :-)

“Piccolo” - cute little pizzeria. Their pasta is also to die for! It's also very small and the menu is not more than five or six meals each (pasta, pizza, beef, fish, chicken, starters, desserts).

“El Cuervo” - BEST CHILI EVER. they serve even veggie alternatives. Their cocktails are super delicious too, but you can't drink more than two. They take it very seriously to get you drunk. :)”

When Eskel sent the message, he found he sounded too clipped and regret seeped through him. Anxiety was a bitch today. Hopefully Jack would reply soon and give him a hint or something.

--

For his part, Jack was in the midst of his own lunch when his phone finally buzzed again. Setting his half-finished bowl of leftover curry and rice on the coffee table, he opened Eskel's text to find... more than he expected. Still, it wasn't a bad thing, he supposed, to know the guy was giving him options.

Jack's first thought about seeing 'sushi' was 'too expensive'. Even if Eskel had been assured that he didn't want anything extravagant, sushi just felt like a luxury. Appealing as chili sounded, the suggestion of cocktails also seemed expensive, not to mention unwise since he had work later in the evening. That left the pizzeria, which he couldn't really find fault with, at least from Eskel's summary. Small place, good food, easy menu, the option of dessert, and not too formal.

HIs reply was fairly prompt. 'thanks. let's go w/ piccolo. i've got work after, or i'd say yes to the chili and cocktails. what time do you get off?'

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• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

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⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

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😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Take a Taste: with delicious burger meal at Tokyo Tokyo Restaurant [Recorded: May 6th, 2023]

Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls.

And today, my 🎂30th birthday celebration 🥳 is still ongoing. That is, until this Monday. Nonetheless, here are my recorded photos from yesterday at the delicious Japanese cuisine-Filipino made called "Tokyo Tokyo" 🇯🇵🇵🇭🍱🥢, which debuted in 1985. And much like existing running Philippine restaurants, it is spread over 68 branches throughout this country (as of 2019). But, is it worth my celebratory meal? 🤔 Let's find out! 🙂

If you haven’t seen my previous episode, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

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• First off, we're inside the SM Grand Central (in Monumento, Caloocan City) for a long stroll while searching for a restaurant to eat. 😊🚶🚶‍♀️🏢 Since it's my 30th birthday, I was gonna picked another delicious burger from a different restaurant brand like "Zark's Burgers" 🍔, "EBC - Everything But Cheese" 🧀, or even "G&G Taiwan Famous Fried Chicken" 🍗, the latter of which offers burgers with chicken patty (you know, "Chicken Sandwich" 🍗🥪.). However, there are SO many delicious restaurants that I had to pick ONE before customers occupies the table spot. 🤔 So, we ended up at the "Tokyo Tokyo" restaurant, where the Japanese decors & atmosphere are very impressive to their restaurant standards both exterior & interior. *Sniff* Mmmm... Can you smell the authentic Japanese decor, you two? Yeah, doesn't love Japanese culture? 🥰🇯🇵⛩️🍱🥢 Nonetheless, we've already filled an order & wait for a few hours. 🙂🧾⌚

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• Minutes later, our orders arrived at our table. I ordered the Wagyu Cheeseburger with 5 pcs. of potato balls for a side & a small red tea drink for only ₱285 ($5). 🍔🥔🥤 *Sniff* Yum-yum! My paper dolls are excited to taste it! Me too, I hope these are good! 😋🤤And not a bad price though. 👌

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• Alright, let's try out a single potato ball first before we go to the main food. There's also an honest mayo sauce, so let's try dipping it. 🥔🙂*first bite the potato ball* Mmmm... Pretty good, the first time I ate their cooked hushpuppy (as they called it, if you're outside my country). My paper dolls grab a bite, as well, and they're impressed the potato ball/hushpuppy. (just imagine) We also try without dipping the mayo, and it still taste good! Yum-yum! 😋👍 We're of to a good start, my secret friends!

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• Alright, let's go straight to the main food, the "Wagyu Cheeseburger"! 😁🍔Sounds very promising, but my paper dolls are curious to see what's inside the bun? 🤔 Okay, let's have a look! 🙂

• [14th & 15th Images] After I removed the stick (which is nice to hold), here you could see the genuine grill marks on the Wagyu beef patty & melted cheese on top. 🥩🧀 Beneath the patty, a mish-mash of veggies (lettuce & cabbage) for a little pinch of healthy. 🥬Veggies are important ingredients throughout the fast food menu items 😉☝️, it could be on salads, sandwiches, or hamburgers (,etc...) 🥗🥪🍔. So, we should practice eating veggies, right you two? Yeah, they get it. 😊👍

• [16th Image] Alright, enough explanatory, let's assemble my burger & take a bite! 😁🤲🍔

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• [17th to 20th Images] *bite & munch on the burger* Mmmm... 🍔😋Hmmm... At first glance 🤔, I didn't get the taste of the Wagyu beef patty, to be honest. 😕Heck, my paper dolls didn't get the picture of the Wagyu patty after they went their first bite. The only ones we catch the taste are the veggies & melted cheese. Unless, if we go munch down a couple of times until we get the taste of the Wagyu patty. What do you think, you two? How's your taste in the Wagyu cheeseburger? My paper dolls said "quite lacking flavor". 😕 Mhm, I see. But, when it comes to presentation, I'd say a decent quality. 👌

• [21st Image] If you do not satisfy the Wagyu Cheeseburger, how about I gave you two pieces of potato balls (or hushpuppies). 😊🥔🥔 After all, they're a pretty good side dish! 😋 So, go get a piece, you two. They're all yours! 😊 (BTW: I gave another two potato balls to my parents for share. 🥰👨‍👩‍👦)

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• [22nd to 24th Images] Since you finished the potato balls, what are we gonna do with the mayo sauce? Hmmm... 🤔 I think I know what I'm gonna do! 😃💡let's spread it onto Wagyu patty as an experiment! 😁🍔 Side note: the bottom bun is now small after numerous biting. lol 😅

• [25th & 26th Images] *Taking another bite* Mmmm... Surprisingly, it worked! 😃Putting mayo onto Wagyu Cheeseburger is more satisfying than before! 🍔😋Do you want a taste? *My paper dolls biting* They said "This is better!", and I could agree more! My experiment is a success! 😁👍

• As for the red tea beverage, I'm satisfied the quench & refreshing. Mmmm! 🥤😋

Overall:

• Mmmm... What do I think about the Wagyu Cheeseburger? 🍔🤔To be honest, the potato balls (or hushpuppies) are worth my appetite more than the burger itself. And man, this is my first time tasting their hushpuppies! 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔😋Tasting Wagyu beef patty, on the other hand, was also my first time trying it but, I didn't catch the quality of the Wagyu flavor. 😕🤷 On the bright side, the presentation of the burger was pretty good ☺️👌, never mind holding it with my hands & experience greasy fingers.The bottom line, they should send me plastic gloves & wear them before I eat the burger. 🤲🍔If I want a satisfied grilled beef burger, I'm better off with Burger King's signature Whopper over Tokyo Tokyo's Wagyu Cheeseburger. And yes, I've already tasted the Whopper before from my last year's birthday, and man, I'm satisfied with my 2022's birthday celebration appetite! 🍔😋This year, I guess it's alright. ☺️👌At least, I'm experienced eating at "Tokyo Tokyo" restaurant, and hopefully, I will try other menus than a burger, you know. 😉🍱🥢

Well, that’s all for now. 🥳🎁 AND HAPPY "LATE" 30TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! 🎂🎉

If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste:

○ 2021 Food Reviews: ○

• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

○ 2022 Food Reviews: ○

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]

○ 2023 Food Reviews: ○

• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]

• Homemade Churros by my lil’ bro [Feb 12th, 2023]

• Lugaw Sisig from Mang Boy Alfredo Lugawan Restaurant [Recorded: Feb 18th, 2023]

• La Prato Stakehouse [Recorded: Apr 10th, 2023]

• Salt ‘n Light Snack Shack’s Cheesy Bacon Burger & Fries [Recorded: Apr 14th, 2023] (Published on May 5th, 2023)

Tagged: @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant

[young-gothic]

A Convention Made to Be Missed

The $60 price tag attached to someone getting upset at me for tapping down their Commander was enough to convince me to sleep in that Saturday morning.

Just as predicted, I didn’t step foot in the convention center that day, but rather chose to explore more of “New Tacoma,” a choice I would not regret.

The day started by visiting the two most well raved restaurants in the area, and neither disappointed.

I knew the first stop had good taste when the bartender asked if it was alright if they played CZARFACE over the speakers.

The Old Fashioned was simple, yet perfectly measured to make the best sipping experience I’ve had since I moved to Portland six months ago.

But what sold the venue was the pimento cheese spread. Six perfectly toasted slices of bread, an assortment of pickled veggies, and a caramelized onion spread that did nothing but motivate me to try and recreate the dish for my next charcuterie night.

Next was the most packed venue I’d been to in the city, featuring a chic, open kitchen, and a staff of alternative waiters and barkeeps that seemed like they were hand picked from my dating profile.

The cocktail of choice, a Hotel Nacional, had me when I saw the pairing of rum and apricot. A reminder of the drink my father and I had bonded over many Cincinnati summers.

Testing to see how well the place could do something simple, the Caesar salad did not fall short. The freshest croutons I’ve ever had, perfectly cooked grilled chicken, and the specificity of using Parmigiano Reggiano instead of just “parmesan” made for a light bite to compliment the array of beverages that were to come for the remainder of the evening.

It was then when I received a text from someone I had plans on seeing during my time in Tacoma. A person I was very excited to meet, but assumed interest had wained once communication slowed down after I arrived the day prior.

As it turns out, I had just visited their favorite restaurants in the area, and there was still interest in linking up.

What I didn’t expect was a phone call, but a lovely surprise that only rekindled my interest in spending time in a city I was foreign to.

We met up and chatted about the places in the area they thought I would enjoy, and to no surprise, I had tried them all. I guess not going to the convention you’re visiting a city for leaves a lot of room for exploration.

Unable to decide whether or not we should visit one of the other five bars inside the McMenamins hotel, we chose to instead explore the one spot I hadn’t visited. A famous Tacoma dive bar shaped like a tea kettle.

The destination was decided and we drove to a part of Tacoma I wasn’t sure that I was going to explore on my trip. My brain had been so catered to walking distance after I lost my car a few months prior that any place further than a mile was shoved to the back of my brain.

Nightly karaoke, a single, poorly-located pool table, and a cramped semi-circle bar with Magic the Gathering cards framed alongside photos made it feel like home away from home.

I met some of their friends, lost more than a few games of pool, and we talked for a couple hours, ending the night after their karaoke song was selected and mine was not.

Maybe choosing the Third Eye Blind deep cut, “I Want You,” was a good choice to avoid embarrassment and not make it too obvious that I really liked this person.

But even with the song selection being far too on the nose, they made it apparent that I was “tough to read,” a frequent thing I’ve been told on first dates.

I get this because I try to not be forward without substantial evidence that someone is comfortable with me showing physical affection, especially if it’s the first time we’re meeting in person.

“You’re tough to read” was also my cue to move a little closer, it now being obvious that we were mutually attracted to one another (something I should have already known because we matched on a dating app).

They ended up dropping me off at my Airbnb as we exchanged a few kisses and a hope I could see them before I left on Monday.

Even if I had to visit them at work, it seemed the weight distribution of interest in each other that was usually uneven after most first dates was different here.

[formeryelpers]

B’ivrit, 1173 ½ Cypress Ave, Los Angeles (Cypress Park), CA 90065

Charming vegan Israeli street food spot – it’s an outdoor patio and with an outdoor kitchen. The spot is so small that their fryers are small. The menu only have a few items: falafel pita or bowl, cauliflower shawarma pita, sabich pita, hummus, and drinks. There’s also a weekly soup. Everything seems to be made from scratch except for the pitas, which are sourced from a local Israeli bakery. They were out of cauliflower shawarma during my visit.

Order at the counter and they’ll bring your food to you when it’s ready. During my visit, there was only one employee who had to do everything. It took almost 20 minutes to get my food and they weren’t busy. Two people ordered after me and were still waiting after I finished eating. The falafel is made to order.

Sabich pita ($15): eggplant, potato, pita, Israeli salad, tahini, hummus, spicy schoog, and pickled veg. The thick pita helps fill you up. The pillowy pita bread was excellent. The filling was tasty – slices of soft grilled eggplant, fried potato slices (some parts were as crunchy as a potato chip), salad and sauce on top, sour pickled veggies and a spicy green schoog on the side. The schoog was quite chunky but the flavor was good (jalapenos). The salads were fresh and crunchy.

Falafel bowl ($14): 8 falafel balls, tahini, cabbage salad, Israeli salad, spicy schoog, pickled veg and a pita. Mr. Froyo enjoyed the flavor of the falafel. I thought most of the falafel balls were overfried and way too crunchy. Some pieces didn’t even have a moist center but just seemed like a disc of crunchy batter. But one piece with a yellow batter was very good. The falafel balls had different colors and flavors.  

There’s a self-serve station where you can help yourself to water, pickles, tahini, napkins, and utensils.  As for seating, there are 6 tables, benches, and a counter. They can probably seat 24 people.

3.5 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[apolohgy]

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[limenysnocket]

Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Call me Yours| Rex

note: yes I almost put-call me by your name but maybe I'll make smut for rex about that idk and this is kind of based on the reader for my Story HyperSpace Eyes

warnings: I played you guys at the end I'm sorry, but besides that, it's pretty fluffy

Reader: male

Masterlist

It was a cold afternoon, the rain pattering against the kitchen window, the sky gray and dark letting little natural light in. Lucky for him he had candles of different shapes, sizes, and color, but he also had oil lamps and electricity.

The hum coming from his chest was a song, the beat of 'I would walk one hundred miles' in a soft tune.

Putting the vegetables in the dish that was already spread with sauce at the bottom he smiled hearing the door open.

"Afternoon Captain," he announced softly, reaching his hand over and replacing his song with the radio's music on low, life day music, what a beautiful time of year.

"Afternoon starlight." Rex spoke, his hand finding the small of the torguta's back, picking up one of the stray raw vegetables he ate it as a snack, "what are you making?"

"Dinner." He smiled.

Rex rested his chin on Y/n's shoulder, his head bobbing lightly with Y/n's arm movements as he glided the knife across skillfully putting the last of the vegetables in the pan glazing the veggies in a mix of olive oil and herbs rex watched intrigued. It was something Y/n liked to do, cook, and Rex was more than glad to eat anything Y/n put infront of him.

"Come on Rex I gotta put this in the oven." Y/n chuckled, scooting back with the covered dish as Rex scooted back with him.

Y/n laughed again, Rex chuckling in return as he opened the oven, pulling it open he slipped the dish in, Rex had let go of him for that moment Y/n closing the door and reaching for the timer.

"Go take a shower. Okay?' Y/n questioned, "you have a blue sweater on the bed with some joggers, I'll make us some tea and cookies?"

Rex nodded in response, Y/n kissing his lips softly, "now go. I'd hate for your tea to get cold. Go on."

Y/n smiled watching Rex walk away to shower, Y/n doing as he said he would, making them a fresh pot of warm tea with a small set of cookies the neighbor had brought over in hopes of wishing them happy holidays.

Walking them over to the couch he set them down on the coffee table. Going over to the shelf to pick a book. Picking a Nordic gods mythology book he sat down in the corner of the couch, waiting on Rex and the food. He casually read and let himself get ingrained, the only thing making him move, was the shift of weight besides him. Y/n lifting up his arm as Rex gladly took the spot, his head resting in the crook of Y/n's neck. Y/n's thin fingers scratching at the back of Rex's head, the short buzzed cut hair prickly under his nails. Rex let out a short moan of content, Y/n smiling as Rex's head lulled forward signifying he wanted Y/n to scratch a little lower.

"Mhm..." Rex hummed, Y/n at the edge of his scalp. "A little over- yeah right there..."

Rex hummed some more, y/n closer to his right ear now as he pulled himself closer to Y/n.

"Easy now Rex don't get too excited now." Y/n teased as Rex chuckled.

"It feels good," Rex told him.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Rex grabbing the mug designated for him, Y/n had decorated it for him, the white mug filled with black tally marks and the jaig eyes in blue. He never let anyone else use it, it was his own little piece of pride and joy. Rex looked at Y/n's cup which sat on the table still, he had tried to repay the debt by painting one of Y/n's headdress, his first one, made of Akul teeth, but, it didn't turn out so well, what was meant to be a straight line of teeth around the cup turned lopsided and colors were off, he had given it to him a bit embarrassed but Y/n turned out to love it.

"Not gonna drink any tea?" Rex questioned.

"Hm? I will don't worry," Y/n spoke.

Rex looked down at the words, Y/n had been reading about Nordic Myolotghy a religion and practice lost to time, once a religion filled with gods to an inner rim world. Helena, also known as Hel, was the ruler of Helheim, daughter of Loki, half-human half dead. She and her- and that's when Y/n flipped the page.

"hey go back," Rex protested.

"Oh reading it with me now are you?" Y/n teased as Rex smiled.

"Well, it got interesting," Rex protested.

Y/n chuckled, as he pulled away from Rex, sitting against the cushion with his legs propped up on the couch he opened his arms.

"It'll be easier like this, come on," Y/n explained, Rex gladly climbed into Y/n's lap, rested between his thighs as he leaned his back against Y/n's chest.

"Better?" Y/n questioned.

Rex nodded Y/n holding the book out in front of them, encasing Rex on all four sides as he rested his chin on Rex's head.

Once again they fell into a comfortable silence, Rex now reading along with Y/n as the rain pattered against the window, both cozy due to the oven being on and their knitted sweaters from the neighbors as life day gifts of last year. The radio from the joining room could be heard due to the calming silence and paired well with the sound of the rain.

"It rained on Kamino all the time..." Rex spoke, Y/n looking up from the text and at the window.

"Makes you feel like your home?" Y/n questioned.

Rex sipped his tea in thought, with a mental sigh in content, he looked out in the rain, "You make my feel like I'm home."

Y/n's small smile grew larger as he kissed Rex's exposed neck lovingly, "you're too good to me captain,"

"Just like being honest," he laughed feeling ticklish as Y/n dropped the book, uncaring if he lost his page.

"Come here and let me love you," Y/n spoke into Rex's neck, Rex's cheeks flushing as he went to drink from his cup to hide any embarrassment but was greeted with nothing but an empty cup.

"and this is the perfect way to tickle you-"

"Y/n! Wait! No!-" Rex spoke, cut off by his own laughter as Y/n pulled him in close, tickling his side with one hand and using the other to take the mug off Rex, "Okay! Okay! Haha!" Y/n tackled him to the couch chest into the cushions, attacking Rex's sides.

"How do you get me to stop! Hm?" Y/n questioned with a smile.

"I love you I love you!" Rex cried in laughter.

"Not what I was looking for by I'll take it," Y/n teased resting on his knees as Rex turned himself around.

Laying under Y/n he looked up at him in a smile, "And what was it you were looking for?"

"That you'll do the dishes," Y/n joked.

Rex chuckled, Y/n leaning down and kissing him softly, Rex kissing back as his arms wrapped around Y/n's neck, careful of his lekku. Yet their moment was interrupted by the ringing of the timer for the food.

"Seems we'll have to finish this later," Y/n smiled, getting himself off the couch, Rex grabbing his hand.

"Do you have to?'

Y/n chuckled, "Yes, or it'll burn."

Y/n pulled his hand away rushing to the kitchen, Rex sat up, watching him from his spot on the couch as he pulled out the dish.

"Smells amazing," Rex spoke.

"Hun anything smells better than those ration bars," Y/n told.

"You're not wrong," Rex defended, watching Y/n open the top out as he grabbed the wide but shallow bowls.

Rex watched as Y/n also grabbed a loaf of french bread, cutting a few slices for the both of them to share. Feeling Rex's stare Y/n turned his head.

"What's the matter, baby?" Y/n questioned.

Rex looked up at Y/n, "Nothing, just thinking."

"That's never good, what's it about?" Y/n questioned.

Rex nervously chuckled, "Well, I, General."

Y/n frowned, General? Rex only ever called Y/n general when he got nervous, when he went into soldier mode, cutting off fear and pain. Y/n watched him get up and walked over, standing in front of his hands clammy, and Rex holding one with the other rubbing his finger around the palm.

"Rex, you can tell me," Y/n spoke, "You can tell me anything."

"I," Rex spoke looking down at his hands, "I don't want to be your boyfriend no more,"

Y/n stood shocked, what? Y/n couldn't break eye contact with Rex as his tears started to gloss over, the candlelight hitting the water built up in his eyes as they shined, such a sad moment framed so beautifully.

"I, um," Y/n spoke in disbelief, the moment seemed to last forever and what came next seemed to be in slow motion as Rex fell to a knee.

Y/n covered his mouth, tears falling from his eyes as Rex held up a simple band, of Kashykk wood, resin surrounding it kept a misty string of blue in place as it wrapped around the band's sky.

"I want to be your husband," Rex spoke, "I want you, I want you with everything I have, I'll give up anything for you, just call me yours."

[cuttoothed]

For day 6 of @jonmartinweek for the prompts "flirting" and "jealousy". Guess I'm living in this nebulous post-200 AU permanently now!

(Yes, I have decided that they live in Scotland. And also that Martin works for a non-profit that provides resources for LGBT+ youth.)

CW for discussion of jealousy (including mention of Martin wanting Jon to smite Oliver), mild flirting outside of a relationship, and teasing about said flirting. Take care if any of that is uncomfortable for you.

*

On Sunday they go to the pub that Martin’s been raving about. It’s a newly opened place not that far from their flat; he had gone there for karaoke last Thursday with his crowd from work, and when he came home—tipsy and affectionate—had insisted that Jon would love the place, and that they had to go this weekend.

“They do a Sunday roast, Jon,” he enthused, “I know you love a Sunday roast. And the cocktails are amazing!”

“I can see that,” Jon said, eyeing his slightly wobbly boyfriend with amusement. “All right then, we’ll go this Sunday.”

Martin had pressed a messy, exaggerated kiss to his cheek for that, and Jon had made sure to get a couple of glasses of water into him before bed that night.

Now it’s Sunday afternoon and they’re at The Brew House, and Jon has to admit it’s very nice. The interior is a mix of classic wood-and-brass and modern decor, with low-fi acoustic music playing in the background. Jon is pleased when he spots the rainbow flag hanging alongside the saltire behind the bar; not that he would be uncomfortable in its absence, but it’s always nice to see. Heartening.

The pub is moderately busy, but they’re easily able to find a table. Martin goes to the bar, and Jon sees him talking to the bartender, a tall, heavyset man of maybe forty, with graying hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. They're smiling as they talk, and then the barman says something that makes Martin laugh out loud, and he’s still grinning as he brings over the drinks—a craft stout for Jon, a cider for himself—and menus.

“What was that about?” Jon asks, curious. Martin shakes his head.

“Nothing. I was just talking to the owner, he remembered me from karaoke the other night.”

“Oh, did he now?” says Jon, raising an eyebrow, and Martin rolls his eyes.

“He only remembered because I made an arse of myself trying to reach the high notes in “Take On Me.””

“Of course, that’s the only reason.” Jon nods with mock solemnity, and Martin gives him a glare without any heat in it. Jon notices that his cheeks have gone faintly pink.

“I feel like I’m being accused of something here,” Martin protests. “When all I’ve done is be bad at karaoke.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything,” says Jon primly, taking a sip from his pint. “I’m just asking questions.”

They’ve both agreed to try the Sunday roast, but Jon glances at the menu anyway, in case there’s anything of interest for next time they come here. If Martin ever lets me come here again, he thinks mischievously. After a few minutes, the owner approaches their table, smiling broadly. He’s a good looking man, Jon notices.

“Well, what takes your fancy?” he asks in a deep, pleasant voice.

“The roast for me, please,” says Jon. “What about you, Martin? What takes your fancy?” Martin gives him another glare, his cheeks coloring again.

“I’ll have to go for the roast as well, thanks,” he says. The owner smiles again, taking their menus.

“Good choice,” he says. “Not to be biased, but our Sunday roast is fantastic. Almost as good as I’ve been told our cocktails are.” He winks at Martin, and doesn’t seem to notice when he almost chokes on a mouthful of cider. “I’m Nick, by the way. Martin, right?”

“Y-yeah,” says Martin. “Nice to meet you—or, uh, to learn your name?”

“I’m Jon,” says Jon dryly, and Nick’s smile turns on him.

“Good to meet you both. I’ll be back with your food in no time!”

He sets off, and Jon smirks across the table at Martin, who is flustered and very definitely red in the face. Martin glares back at him.

“What?” he says indignantly. Jon only smirks more.

“I’m ace, Martin,” he says, “Not oblivious. I recognize flirting when I see it.”

“Not jealous, are you?” Martin asks pointedly. Jon considers for a moment.

“A bit,” he says. “How could I not be, seeing an attractive man flirting with my very attractive boyfriend and making him blush?”

Martin huffs dismissively, but a small, pleased smile spreads across his face. “Oh please, I was not blushing.”

“Of course you weren’t,” says Jon, grinning. “It’s rather cute, though, watching you get all flustered. Did you ever get that way about me?”

“Only the entire first two years we knew each other,” Martin says, grinning back at him; his foot kicks gently against Jon’s under the table. “I think you just thought I was incompetent, though.”

“Perhaps I was a bit oblivious at that point,” Jon admits, and Martin laughs.

“You got there in the end.”

The food arrives, heaping plates of roast beef and veggies and Yorkshire puddings, smothered in rich gravy. It smells amazing, and tastes as good as it smells, and Jon eats more than he really should. Afterwards, Nick comes to their table again; he sets down another pint of the (rather good) stout in front of Jon, and a tall glass full of ice and orange-gold liquid in front of Martin.

“I remembered when you were here Thursday you asked for a Hairy Sunrise, but we were out of triple sec. So, here it finally is—and this round’s on the house to make up for that.”

“You really don’t need to—” Martin begins, but Nick waves his protests away.

“Anyone who can belt out A-ha like that deserves a free drink,” he says. “Besides, I have an ulterior motive—we’re new, so I’m trying to build up a base of regulars. I hope we’ll see plenty more of you in future—both of you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” says Jon. “At least if Martin has anything to say about it.”

“Great!” Nick beams, while Martin tries to murder Jon with his eyes. “I look forward to it!”

They linger for some time over their drinks, full of food and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere; when they finally leave, Nick waves them a cheery goodbye from behind the bar.

“Okay, fine,” says Martin when they get outside. “Maybe he was flirting with me, just a bit. You’re not annoyed, are you?”

“No, I’m not annoyed,” Jon assures him. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting. Not as if I’m going to ask you to murder him or anything.”

“Ha-ha,” Martin deadpans, and Jon grabs his hand, uses it to tow Martin’s arm around his shoulders. Martin leans in close, making a pleased sound.

“Besides, I can’t blame him,” says Jon. “I’ve got the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world—how could he resist?”

“No, that can’t be right.” Martin frowns. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve got the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world. So it doesn’t matter who flirts with me—”

“No matter how bearded and tall and definitely your type,” Jon interjects, and Martin kisses his temple.

“No matter,” he agrees. “Because nobody could possibly compete.”

And it’s not as if Jon had any doubts about that, but it’s still nice to hear, the little sliver of jealousy in his chest melting away in the warmth of Martin’s affection. He pulls Martin’s arm tighter around him, and they walk home in the evening sunshine.

[13uswntimagines]

Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?  I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse -  A dinner and a show

Prompt: any | any | competition

Word Count: 2,460

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: Explicit implications

Summary: It's a tradition within the Solaire Clan that the King would visit his progenies from time to time. Tonight, Will is coming over to Vincent & Lovely's apartment for dinner. What's not a tradition is the karaoke competition that comes afterwards. 

ConCrit: Y

I don’t know what happened. This oneshot just went out of my control but I had so much fun writing it today! I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Also, I just realised that all the characters in my oneshots have been eating lately. Oh my god, I got so hungry when I was writing them that I subconsciously includes food in some of the scenes 😭 Food is my love language so I guess it’s cute that the bois and their lovers would sit down and eat together. 

That being said, I hope you guys will crave Korean food as much as I am in this oneshot! 😅

-

“Vincent? I need your help. Can you tell me what’s Will's favourite colours?”

“Lovely - ”

“Because I have some formal outfits in our closet, but they don’t mean shit if Will hate the colours.”

“Lovely, hang on - ”

“Is he allergic to perfumes? Colognes? I have some soft-scented bottles that should be Vampire-friendly! I think? Most of them are floral though… oh! Does he have a favourite flower? Do you think I should buy some before he comes over?”

“What? No, Lovely, I think you’re working yourself up - ”

“I know you bought some blood bags for dinner but do you think we should cook some food too? Does Will like to eat? Shit, I knew I should have bought some groceries yesterday after class!”

“You’re not listening to me at all, Lovely…”

“We have to clean up the whole place too. I don’t know how our furniture gets so dusty so quickly! I just wiped them down a few days ago!”

“...”

“Do you think I should do my hair too? It’s a bit of a mess lately; I could use a trim. Does Will - ”

Lovely's eyes widen as a deep kiss suddenly silences them. Their heart pounds when Vincent brings them close to his chest, trapping his lover in his arms. Lovely's eyes flutter close when he pulls away to press butterfly kisses on their neck. They couldn’t help it; they moan and tilt their head back when they feel fangs delicately drag down their tender skin.

“Vincent!” Lovely hisses, not sure for what, though, when Vincent's fangs pinprick where their pulse is.

“Oh? Are you finally with me again, Lovely?” Vincent breathes, loving how their heart begins to beat faster and faster in anticipation. His chest reverberates when he chuckles deeply. “There we go… I have your attention again, little one.”

They grumbled at the unfairness of it all. Just as Lovely knew all of Vincent’s weaknesses and tickle spots, he knew how weak their knees behaved when he pressed his fangs to any parts of his partner's body. Especially down south.

“I’m serious here, Vince.” Lovely whines. “There are so many things we have to do before Will comes over for dinner tonight. I want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

Vincent gives Lovely a deadpan look. They would’ve coo at how adorable he looks if it weren’t for his Vampiric speed and his habit of chucking them onto the bed whenever Lovely is being too stubborn to listen to reason. “Lovely? A question: are you dating my Sire or me?”  

Lovely blinks; they didn’t expect that. “Uh, you, duh.”

“Then trust me, as your boyfriend,” Lovely has no idea why Vincent emphasised that last word, but they knew better than to interrupt him when he gets like this. “That everything’s going to be fine. Besides, I told you that while this might look like the whole ‘meeting the parent’ shtick, the relationship between a Sire and their Progeny is way more than that.” He patiently reminds them.

“Well yeah, but he means a lot to you.” Lovely points out. Now, why did Vincent look so surprised at that? “So that means he’s important to me too. That’s why this dinner has to be perfect.”

For a moment, Vincent said nothing. He just stares at them in wonderment.

Lovely let out a surprised squeak when Vincent suddenly crushed them in a hug. “How did I get so damn lucky with you, Lovely?” He murmurs, face buried on top of their head. “Sometimes I think that you’re… too amazing to be real.”

So soft and sweet; that’s Vincent. Lovely lets him cuddle them like his personal teddy bear until he's satisfied.

“Now, I need you to do something for me, Lovely. Do you think you can do it?”

Lovely raise an eyebrow. “Depends on what it is, Vince. I haven’t eaten anything yet, so I can only give you at least four hours in bed - ”

“N-Not that!” Vincent hurries to interject, a brilliant red blush runs across his cheeks despite him being a Vampire. He coughs once to get them on track, playfully glaring at Lovely for trying to distract him. “Geez, Lovely. It’s still way too early for… that. But we're definitely going to revisit that. Anyway, I need you to calm down for a second, OK? Will is a pretty chill guy and an open-minded Sire. He knows how much I love you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He gently assures them, rubbing calming motions up and down Lovely's back.

Lovely could feel their anxiety melts away. Just enough for them to finally breathe again ever since Vincent dropped the bomb that William Solaire will be coming over for dinner tonight.

Apparently, everyone in the Clan knows that the King would visit his Progenies at least once a month to check up on them. Just like how a parent would drop by their children's home for a visit, in Lovely's opinion.

“Ok. You win, baby.” Lovely sighs, loving how his rubbing eases the tense muscles. They arch their back like a pleased, spoiled cat when Vincent messages that spot below their shoulders. “Ooooh, yes, that’s the spot!”

Once Lovely's bones feel like they could melt at any time, they throw Vincent a grateful smile.

“Now, there’s the smile I’ve been missing the whole day!” Vincent teases. “C’mon Lovely, let’s plan for dinner before we take our nap. How do you feel about seafood?”

“Oh, I can go for some seafood. It’s been a while.”

“Spicy steamed crabs with scallops, battered pan-fry oysters and some chilled bowl of rice top with raw salmon and sea bass with slices of your favourite veggies? All Korean-style."

“Hell yes. I think we have all the ingredients for that. Wait. Err, can Will handle spicy food?”

"Uh... I have no idea. Maybe we should hold back on that spicy steamed crabs with scallops just in case."

Ever since the two started living together, Vincent really took a shine when it came to cooking and baking. The idea of providing for Lovely makes him ridiculously happy, and besides, him whipping up healthy and delicious food for them results in much richer and sweeter blood flowing within his lover for him to feed on so… win-win!

As the two of them traverse to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for dinner, Lovely slowly gain the confidence that their dinner tonight with Vincent's Sire will turn out alright.

And before both of them knew it, the sun had set.

After a fresh shower, the entire apartment is now spotless (to Lovely's standard), and dinner is served on the table, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!" Lovely announce just as Vincent finish putting down the plates. They smoothen out the creases on their clothes, roll their shoulders before taking a deep, calming breath and answer the door. Like a soldier marching towards the battlefield.

Seeing his partner's dramatic reaction, Vincent just shakes his head.

As soon as Lovely opens the door, William Solaire greets them. "Good evening. I hope I'm not too early. The evening traffic has been quite a hassle lately. I figured that even if I'm a bit early, I could help you and Vincent in the kitchen." Will explains. In his arms is a bouquet of white pear blossoms, yellow gladioluses and red tulips. When Lovely stares at them curiously, Will smiles knowingly. "Vincent informed me that you don't drink, so I decided that flowers would be the appropriate gift as oppose to a bottle of champagne."

"They're so pretty." Lovely reply, breathless when they receive the bouquet. "Thank you so much, Will! I'll put them in a vase now. Oh, and please come in." They graciously step aside to let Vincent's Sire in.

While Lovely is busy rummaging for a vase in the storeroom, Will and Vincent make small talks over at the dining table. Vincent passes the ancient Vampire a tall glass of blood which Will accept with gratitude.

"Hey, Will. How's it going?"

"I'm fine, Vincent. Thank you for asking." Will reply after dabbing the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. "The Clan is the same as usual; Our Newborn members have finally settled in nicely, much to Sam's relief. I plan to visit them next week."

Vincent tops up Will's empty glass before replying. "That's great to hear." He's about to say something else before a loud bang against the wall in the storeroom stops him. "Uh, Lovely? Is everything OK in there?" He calls out.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Lovely shouts back. "I found the perfect vase for the flowers!"

Vincent groans in exasperation. When Will throws him a confused expression, Vincent is compelled to explain. "Look, Will, Lovely has been freaking out about tonight's dinner the whole day. They think that if it turns out anything but perfect, you're going to be disappointed in them. So just... just play along, alright?"

Will chuckles; his heart warms at the thought that Lovely holds him in such high regard. What an adorable human. "Is that so? Very well then, I will play the perfect guest towards such kind hosts."

And true to his words, when Lovely joins them at the table after putting the vase full of flowers on the coffee table in the living room, Will waste no time in kicking his charm to the max. In between their meal, Will makes sure to compliment Lovely's outfit (which earned him a shy yet pleased blush from Lovely and a jealous kick at his shin from Vincent). He then comments that the spicy steamed seafood dish is his favourite, and when desserts are introduced, Will gently helps Lovely open up by asking about their interests and hobbies.

Will is pleasantly surprised to find one of the many common grounds they share: their love for analysing music.

"I find RM to be one of the most brilliant lyricists in this generation." Will states once his bowl of red bean shaved ice is empty. "His songs are undoubtedly impactful for the youths of today. Not to mention that I'm quite fond of his wordplays."

"You're into K-pop!?" Lovely ask, utterly gobsmacked. Their eyes are wide in shock.

Vincent snorts. "Alexis is a BTS fan. Somehow, she managed to convert Will too."

When Lovely turn to face Will once more, their expression frozen in disbelieve, he adds, "We're planning to catch their concert once the situation permits it."

Will's pop culture admission finally broke the ice. Lovely laughs in delight before launching themselves into an animated conversation about modern music with Will.

However, it wasn't long before their topic suddenly went off the rail when Vincent claimed that he's a better shower singer than Lovely.

"Oh please, Vince, I thought you were dying in the bathroom," Lovely interjects with a roll of their eyes. Vincent splutters at his partner's cruel remark, but Lovely presses on without mercy, much to Will's amusement. He resolutely keeps his mouth shut despite his growing grin slowly making its way up to his face. "Face it, you're tone-deaf. Being a Vampire doesn't magically make you a good singer."

"Those are some fighting words, Lovely. Can you back them up?"

"We can settle this tonight if you want. You and me; we can duke it out in a singing swag off with Will as the judge." Lovey declares with a smirk before they head into the living room. All revved up as if their previous anxiety over dinner had never happened.

"Oh my..."

Vincent turns to Will with a grateful nod. "Thanks for helping them relax. And hey, you don't have to stay if you have some other plans tonight, Will."

Will stares back at his Progeny with a faux, scandalous look on his face, complete with a hand on his chest. "Why, Vincent, where would I be anywhere but here? It's not every day that I get to see you humbled by your lover. Don't think I forget that you were once known as the Playboy of the Solaire Clan."

Shock looks good on Vincent's face. It's cute that he actually forgot how he was before Lovely walks into his life. Oh, Will is going to milk this for all its worth.

"Alright! The system is set up!" Lovely announce from near the TV with a microphone in their hand. "Will, come on! You need to help me prove that Vincent sings like a dying cat. Here, here!"

"Oi, oi! We haven't even started yet!" Vincent rebuke and flits over to grab the spare microphone. "You know what, Lovely? I'm so confident that I'll win this that I'll let you go first."

Lovely grins viciously and accepts his offer. Once Will makes himself comfortable on the couch and signals for them to begin, Lovely open their mouth,

Will couldn't stop smiling as Lovely sings their heart out, and Vincent makes his grand entrance after they're done (singing one of Will's favourite songs in hopes to sway his Sire to his side). Vincent and Lovely are having the time of their life, teasing one another as they sing. Will commits this night into one of his most cherished memories.

*"Dari apa yang aku perhatikan

Manusia mahu senang tapi tak semua mahu berkorban

Dari apa yang mereka katakan

Ada yang jawab jujur tapi selebihnya kuat beralasan..."

However, as the night grows long, Will doesn't have the heart to tell them that they both are horrible singers.

-

Tonight, it's Sam's turn. Will deliver three knocks on his door before Sam swings it open. He looks exhausted, unamused and seconds away from running out of the house.  

"Good evening, Sam."

"Good evening, William. Before you come in, can I ask why my Progenies insist on having a karaoke competition tonight? On the night where they knew you were coming?"

Will begins to smile widely. Both he and Sam could hear a heated argument between Frederick and Bright Eyes from the living room.

"No, you can't sing Bambi, Bright Eyes. I won't allow it! You're going to break the windows!"

"Oh my god, would you let me live, Freddy!?"

"We've been over this; you can't sing! Wait. What are you - put down that microphone - "

Music starts to play at maximum volume, and then,

Sam closed his eyes and sighed deeply and in resignation when Bright Eyes began to sing louder to drown out Frederick's shrieking.

**“Feel it like memalla itteon mam wiro

seumyeodeun danbi

dabi piryo eopji

Because you’re my favourite..."

"I don't know what had happened - and I honestly don't want to know - but I hope you're ready to deal with these two tonight."  

"Why, Sam, where would I be anywhere but here?"

-

These are the English translations & link to the songs that Lovely and Bright Eyes were singing: 

*“From what I can see

People want the good life, but are not willing to sacrifice

From what I hear

Some are honest but others are full of excuses...”

**“Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart

No other answer is needed

Because you’re my favorite...”