#also i wanna learn to make alfredo pasta

[keeps-ache]

i should learn to make hash browns

[merrrrrrrrry]

hello 🫶🏻✨

i did see the potato!!!! love really is stored in the potato 🥹🥺

i have the recipe i use for alfredo sauce (if u want i can send it to you) and it doesn’t technically have chicken but i just make the chicken separate and then add it to the sauce/pasta!

ahh im glad you got your review done!!! im sure you did really good on it<3 also i love that for you omg! it’s always nice to reward yourself with stuff once you’ve finished a task, especially when it’s one you weren’t excited to do. i don’t really care much about dance, but i watch the first dance video and it was super cute and i liked it 🥺✨ it’s so cool that you did dance for 8 years and have a certificate!! i hope you’ll be able to learn more in the future like you want to 🫶🏻

this is off topic for your question but i finished making christmas gifts for my bestfriend today and im super excited to give them to her 🥹

i hope you have a nice weekend and holiday celebrations if that’s something you do 💗💗

Hellllo

I'm going to take your advice and add the chicken later to the Alfredo sauce. I found a recipe btu i wanna know your recipe too

Tell me more about the gifts and tell me about Christmas traditions. Please tell me more stuff you feel like. Nothing is off topic, we make the topics!

We don't really observe Christmas but in the general Indian spirit of all festivals are for celebration we do have a small artificial Christmas tree and i usually bake a cake around this time as well.

Oh and i totally forgot to tell you. There's this place called new market which is a huge area that's a bazaar and everything from clothes to groceries are available there. Did I tell you about how my university got changed ?? Let me know if i didn't but basically a friend of the uni I went to first lives in the same city so my mother and i met up with her mother and her. After they left, we continued looking for stuff we needed. We discovered this amazing old shop that has every possible ingredient to equipment anyone could need for baking. And i finally bought a set of spoon and cup measures!! It made me so happy

I'm thinking of watching Yuri on ice. Have you ever seen it?

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[thoughtslikeaminefield]

With Pleasured Hands

Summary: He's got secrets she has yet to uncover

Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader/character

Warnings: mature, mentions of sexual activity

Words: 500

Author's note: I am in full denial of 15x20, so this is a peek at Dean's retirement.

For @fangirlxwritesx67 Flashfic Fest 2021 prompt request and for @there-must-be-a-lock HHDD hiatus week!

You’d think having your apartment flood and 90% of your possessions damaged would put a crimp in your lifestyle, and you’d be right.

That said, I’m now living with Dean Winchester, a recently retired PI, new dog dad, and absolute smoke show.

We met at Jake’s Tavern five weeks ago, talking music and food, laughing our asses off — until he took me home and had me breathless and begging on my living room floor.

Over the past week, I’ve learned a lot about Dean.

He’s a cuddler. He’s grumpy in the morning until he’s poured his second cup of coffee. He really loves that dog and his younger brother.

And, he’s got secrets I have yet to uncover.

This morning, Sam mentioned talking to their niece, Claire. Dean was uncharacteristically quiet until after Sam left, and then he was desperate and hot, laid me out on the kitchen table, and made me come with his mouth before dragging me back to his room for three more rounds.

When I wander into the kitchen after my fuck-induced nap, I find Dean singing to Miracle and dropping pieces of chicken for him to devour.

“Hey,” I greet him.

When he looks up, his grin is brilliant and his eyes are bright. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like I got fucked stupid and passed out,” I answer, rounding the island.

He’s barefoot, sweats hung low, and t-shirt loose. He chuckles and dips in to press a kiss to my lips.

“You’re welcome,” he says. “Nice shirt.”

I wear his clothes until I can replace my destroyed garments, but his’re also comfy and smell like him. This one is my favorite.

“What’re you makin’?” I ask, hoisting myself up on the counter with a hiss, still tender from the night before and this morning.

“Chicken Alfredo,” he murmurs, eyeing me sideways. “Y’ok?”

I shrug it off. “Sore,” I answer, reaching for a piece of rigatoni to dip in the bubbling sauce. “But good sore.”

Dean looks momentarily contrite. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Don’t be,” I answer before popping the pasta into my mouth. “Oh, my god, Dean, this is amazing!”

“Yeah?” he asks with a light in his eyes.

“Yes, holy shit.”

I’m almost mad about it. He’s flawlessly beautiful, incredible in bed, and a good cook?

Dean bobs his head and tries to hide a smile.

“Should I set the table?” I ask.

He flicks his eyes up to mine again; they’re lovely but dark. That look makes my knees weak and my breath catch in my chest.

He shakes his head as his hands busily prepare our bowls. “Takin’ this to go.”

“Where?” I chuckle.

“Back to bed,” he answers as he lays the grilled chicken over the smothered pasta, snagging my gaze. “I wanna see how many more times I can make you come before midnight.”

“Hoo, boy,” I whisper.

Dean smirks and tosses me a wink before turning to grab the serving tray.

“Grab us some beers,” he says. “And some bottled water; we’re gonna need it.”

Hoo, boy, indeed.

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[theliterarywolf]

Im doing a kitchen assistant class in a community center and is honestly really good because our teacher is a very studied woman with actual restaurant experience, and here's the things we learned to do on the first day:

You need to keep track of ingredients and have sticker labels to write:

The name of the product

The expiration date or manufacturing date printed on the product

The date when you opened it so common sense kicks in about smells and weird changes and not rely on the expiration date alone

The production/manufacturing serial number

And doing something similar with each part of a meal or product you make, like if you make a Fettuccine Alfredo for example, you need to at the end of the day take a sample of the sauce, the pasta and the breaded chicken, put in a sterilized plastic bag and put the date and hour of production, and keep the samples in a freezer for a week minimum.

All of this is to

1) minimize the chances of using old and spoiled products and ingredients by accident

2) if a person gets sick in the same week they went to your restaurant and they wanna bring you to court over it, you can take these samples, send it to a lab and it will be proven or disproven if your food caused the sickness

3) if there's a call back or infection of a batch of anything you used in that recipe those labels will also help with innocentizing you

So the pink sauce lady needs to shut up about "having to do more work" when she's not actually doing even the bare minimum to begin with, we will talk about race when the loan for her to actually invest in her education and her business gets denied, cuz untill then, I'm keeping the dashiki in the closet for her.

Skin folk ain't kin folk, is not my obligation to blindly support and cheer people just because they are from the same oppressed class or demographic as me, specially when there's black folks out here doing everything right and proper, actually being left in the dust and struggling to keep their business and dream afloat specially now with gentrification happening more and more.

And a lot of this does just come back to 'doing your best to not harm people but covering your bases in the case you accidentally do'.

I don't understand why some people don't get that.

[onetuffbunny]

when i was a kid, my parents fed me alphabet soup a lot, the kind that comes in a can.

people think there’s something actually called campbell’s alphabet soup but that doesn’t exist and never did. as a society, we made up a soup name. they’ve got tomato a to z’s. don’t have those a lot in this household. my kid’s afraid of the color red. when i make spaghetti, i just give him noodles and butter and a lil bit of dried parsley. he doesn’t like alfredo. i did like the cheese and pepper thing, you know what i’m talking about, but he decided that pepper is too spicy. tried doing veggie pasta with a bit of broccoli and stuff but he would not take the bait. i basically spend 90% of my life trying to get children to eat vegetables. do you know how hard this is. the only thing i can get him to consistently eat is grapes and fruit gummies and chips. like wtf dude, you cannot just eat chips, you gotta eat some leafs every once and awhile, man was not put on this earth to eat chips alone. honestly the only reason i’m eating human food at this point is so i can leave my plate out and hope he steals off of it when i’m not looking, which is maybe training a preschooler to be a food thief but like whatever man, you gotta do what you gotta do with little kids, they’re like little drunk people that rely on you. his pediatrician says he’s healthy, so i guess i’m doing something right.

anyway.

they got a vegetable soup with alphabet letters in it but it’s not actually called alphabet soup. that’s not on the label.  it also sucks. i think there was a chicken alphabet but idk if it’s still around. canned meat kinda grosses me out. you know it’s got a lot of shit in it to make it shelf-stable. don’t get me wrong, i have eaten my fair share of hot dogs and tuna in a can and spam in my life, but generally speaking, i don’t buy a lot of meat anyway. kind of the ‘living off the land’ type. i got a root cellar and everything. if i can’t hunt or fish it, don’t really wanna eat it (also brisket is expensive lol) but you can’t hunt dinosaur shaped chicken nuggies in the wild. anyway, if i buy meat, it’s not meat in a can. unless it’s spam. my first for-realsies boyfriend (idk leonard or whatever, makes me sound like a dick for not remembering, but i was like 20 and suuuuper depressed, this being before i learned my current rabbit styles) taught me how to make the breakfast of kings, which is frying up some garlic rice and then you fry up spam and however many fried eggs you want. pretty dope if i say so myself. terrible for your cholesterol. i mean, i don’t give a shit about stuff like that though, i figure the stuff i eat is probably the least damaging thing i’ve done to my body tbh. before i got into nsfw enterprises, i was in the wrestling scene and let me tell you something. no shit that all that shit is scripted out and who wins has been decided on beforehand, like, did you think the undertaker really has magic powers, no, he’s a republican, but even still, that does not mean that you don’t get hurt for realsies sometimes. like. yeah, obviously you learn how to take moves and sell them so they look like they’ve knocked the wind out of you but really you’re fine, like, i can fuckin sell, i was good at that (for the record, i was a heel, butcher jack was one mean son of a bitch, butcher jack still is but that character sure as hell ain’t a wrasslin persona anymore unless you use very specific definitions of wrestling lololol) but i was a little dummy and i was in the shady as fuck backyard hardcore scene and let me tell you what. i got scars from barbed wire. i got a scar from a flaming table. i got scars from glass. shit hurted. career was brief but glorious but also i really like having money to pay rent, so i took my career in a different direction that requires about the same amount of clothing lololol. sometimes i think about the career i could’ve had, like, damn i could’ve been kenny alpha, but there’s no point in dwelling on uncertain possibilities. you gotta drive forth into tomorrow.

anyway, enough about wrestling, we’re talking about soup.

growing up, money was tight because my mom was like a lunch lady or something, i really do not remember, and my dad was in the army, idk what rank, we don’t talk, and more importantly, i have a metric fuckton of brothers and exactly one sister because my ma wanted a daughter real bad so she could dress her up and kept going until she finally got one but guess what ma, you could’ve dressed me up. she grew up to be real boyish based off of social media postings, so i guess ma never got what she really wanted. point is, you can’t have that many kids and have any money unless you’re a millionaire and/or commit tax fraud, which usually goes hand in hand. idk i only know one millionaire and i’m pretty sure he’s not committing tax fraud and it’s like whoa, i literally cannot conceive of how you live, you have a fucking candy room just for candy, wild. he keeps offering me jobs but idk, mixing friendship and work historically ends poorly. i do some modeling work for him sometimes though but like for t-shirts and shit, don’t get the wrong idea here. incidentally, if you need a male model (or like male adjacent, i do not even know how to define my gender, all the muscles and shit is just a form of drag, i am not masc, i am a rabbit), hit me up & we can discuss pricing. my availability is pretty much whenever.

as you might expect, we ate a lot of highly processed stuff designed by some guy in a labcoat somewhere: lots of potpies, hamburgie helper & his cousin tunie fish helper, about any tv dinner you want as long as it’s from the cheap section (i am still a connoisseur of kid cuisine, there’s just something about those brownies that just hits the spot), various mixes to put on pork chops, maccy cheese, whatnot and whatnot and whatnot. chief among this was soup. now, campbell’s soup today is like what, a buck-fifty? something like that. idk i haven’t picked any up in a long time. this being Days of Yore (the 80s/90s), it was probably like fifty cents or something. given that each can stretches to a couple people, you just need a few and you have enough to feed a big as fuck family for cheap. since my ma wanted to make sure we got our veggies in, she fed us a lot of the veggie soup with alphabet letters. a lot.

thing is, i hated that stuff. couldn’t stand it. it’s a taste thing, sure, but it was mostly a texture thing. me & my son are on the same brainwave when it comes to Bad Textures. i could not fucking deal with it. i mean, who the fuck wants to eat a mushy carrot. i would rather die than eat a mushy carrots. disgusting. gross. no. i got fed this once, maybe twice a week, each and every week, and i was always like “i am going to die if i eat this, you are poisoning me, this is awful, i am perishing,” like, i did not want to eat this shit and i still don’t because veggie soup in a can is disgraceful. i can make my own veggie soup and it’s bomb as hell, but that shit sucks.

this drove my mother bonkers. rather than see it as a sign of the eventual brainstate that psychologists love exploring (i have given psychiatrists so much of my money over the years), she saw it as a sign that i would become a wild child, which like. i did. i did do that. i don’t know why anyone was surprised by that. if you keep telling someone they’re difficult, don’t be surprised if they turn out difficult out of sheer fuckin spite. don’t know what they expected. like damn, if i keep getting accused of doing drugs & crimes, might as well become a massive stoner doing vandalism, you know what i mean? i think the only thing that surprised them was the bisexual antics (for the record, i’m gay but i did not know this in the 90s, mad respect to all my bi brethren, sorry to all the girls i got with, it was me and not you) and like i’m still pretty sure my mom thinks that any relationship i’ve ever had, man or woman, was done specifically to piss her off, haha. when i tell people i was a teenage runaway & about my parents (very catholic), they assume i ran off due to gay reasons but honestly, that was a lot lower on the list than you might think. my teenage years were a trip. by the way, protip: stay in school, make sure you got a bank account no one else can access, don’t run off with nothing in your pockets.

so she was like “[INSERT LEGAL NAME HERE] (not a deadname, just not y’all’s business), this is your favorite soup. you love this soup. eat your favorite soup. you always tell me this is your favorite.” and i was like “no, this soup is shit. it’s not my favorite.” and she was always like “no, this is your most favorite soup in the whole wide world and you’re eating it.” this would go on and sometimes i’d eat the soup just to shut her up. one day when i’m like six or whatever, still a little kid, she’s like “you can’t get up from the table unless you eat your soup” and i’m like “no fuck that, i wanna go watch ninja turtles” or whatever i watched when i was six, idk when that came out. but i’m like six, so i have to it at the table. now, i was stubborn as shit as a kid. i sat there like an entire hour or however long. i was not budging and i was not eating the soup. eventually, my mother got out the airplane spoon, the one i had when i was a toddler, and she’s like “nyoom, nyoom, better open up, just eat this bite and you can leave, there’s the airplane to give you your most favorite soup in the whole world.”

anyway, long story short, she was just putting words in my mouth.

[drewsjasmine]

yeah also i feel like maybe they are just trying to maybe be more private and have things like have a dinner date night without doing it for view or content and just enjoying the only time they have together savering it and loving eachother without having a camera shoved in their face yk? and the engagement video maybe they just don’t want the whole world seeing it cause like other celebs and people like steve and pippa didn’t make a youtube video, you know ? so maybe they just want the few moments together and big moments (engagement) to enjoy for them selves and family not the whole world. i can see why m/m is still there because it’s a music video and for work so of course they will leave it. also I can definitely seeing it like maybe they were always seeing each other every day spending time together (quarantine) to out of nowhere being away for three months which I think is the longest they have ever been away, so that’s a big jump. and now that they are together it could be kind of hard for them because they could be stressed and anxious and just wanna spend time with each other for their anniversary and everything but maybe they just don’t have much time to be together everyday and would rather savour it and spend as much time with each other instead of having a camera jammed in their face if that makes sense. so I can definitely see it like right now you’re just stressed and don’t have any time together but after all of this when you’re back in New York you’ll have a lot of deep conversations of how they learn from this and try and be there for each other more. of it could be ALFREDO PASTA bullying us! also sorry this is really long!

i love long asks hehe:) i completely agree. from the start of their relationship they’ve been SOOOOO vocal and active about their relationship on social media. they used to document every single thing that happened😭 and not to say that as a bad thing bc there are some couples who truly enjoy having their life so visible to others and i think at one point jas and ant did as well. but i also think that at some point it started feeling like an obligation? yk like if one of them doesn’t post on a birthday EVERYONE automatically jumps to conclusions. idk....but maybe ant felt an obligation to make an engagement video too. this feeling of “we need to stay active and show everything so people don’t think there’s any issues”....i have a feeling it started to feel like that for them in a sense? so they probably just realized they’d be better off being more private like some of the people you mentioned. and yea for m/m that’s a work thing and i don’t think the label would agree to take it down, but taking off comments is the best idea thus far. about the distance, i mean they quite literally have the same job so they know distance is a part of the package. with them being at an all time high in march-beginning of budapest they probably did expect the change but it all happened v quickly. and with all the drama that surrounded, they didn’t have enough time to process it. so rn i think what they’re doing (if it was even their doing) was probably good for them. but if it was just alfredo being a petty little a-hole...........these fists BEEN ready.

[femmeharringrove]

#68 on the prompt list!

068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

this took me a minute i'm so sorry oof!!

If there's anything Billy's learned, it's that his cooking skill is nothing compared to the culinary prowess of his husband. Stefano Alexander Lorenzo Harrington (a mouthful, Billy knows, he was terrified of messing it up during their vows) is king of the kitchen, and Billy enjoys everything he cooks, but sometimes Steve's menu can be used to give insight to what he's feeling.

It's one of those funny little quirks that the blonde man fell for all those years ago. After Starcourt, after he nearly died, his father cut ties with him completely and Max all but literally dragged him over to Steve's place. Steve didn't like him back then, not that Billy ever gave him a reason to like him, but the moment Max explained everything his doe eyes softened and he offered Billy a room in his house on the spot. Billy spent countless nights after that feasting on baked ziti and lasagna - "with my own pasta, none of that pre-made shit," Steve pronounced proudly as he served Billy the biggest slice of pasta he'd ever seen in his life to that point; he's outdone himself several times in the years since - and at one point realized he couldn't live a day without Steve's cooking.

He couldn't live without that blinding smile either, or without the sight of Steve chasing the Party around like a distressed young mother, or without the feeling of being wrapped up in those slender arms, face tucked into the crook of Steve's neck as the taller boy promised to keep him safe from the monsters of this and any other world. Steve told his parents Billy was just staying at the house until he found his feet, but they ended up living like that for four years before an argument between the Harrington men got ugly enough to make Steve want to leave. And so they did, after helping Steve's hoard of kids move to their respective colleges. They found themselves a little apartment in Malibu and Billy went to college that same year.

It was hard, for a while. Steve was still unsure of what he wanted to do in life and Billy struggled to find a balance between classes, his job at the garage down the street, and time with Steve. They fought, they cried, and Steve always ended up smoothing things over with Billy's favorite soups, no matter how hot it was outside, and slowly things got better.

Billy proposed to his boyfriend two years after that, and a year after that they got married, unofficially, with Hopper officiating and the Party giving Steve away. They were married on the beach on September 6th, Steve cried all through the ceremony and they spent much of that night in absolute bliss, wrapped up in each other's arms. Billy swore that the date would be one he would never forget, how could he forget? Nobody forgot their wedding date.

They've been married nine years now. He's got his engineering degree and owns the garage down the street now. Steve's artistic streak led to him opening a studio and offering art classes on top of selling his own work. They moved out of the apartment after Steve curled up to Billy's chest one night and begged for a baby. They have three of those now, bustling six-year-old Antonia, quiet three-year-old Max, and two-month-old Angelo. All three are with Auntie Max tonight, who's also moved out to the coast with Lucas and El in tow, because tonight is a special night. It's September 6th, and he and Steve are supposed to be celebrating.

Except Steve's making tiramisu and cheesecake. He's making Alfredo with shrimp and chicken and spinach, which Billy loves but knows that his husband hates. In fact, this is Billy's favorite meal, which Steve only pulls out when he's got something important to say or when Billy's feeling down. And Billy's not feeling down.

It takes some work to steal the great Stefano's attention in the kitchen, but Billy's got almost two decades worth of experience here. He hums before he touches the man - years of touch starvation and a few too many bad experiences have left the man rather skittish, especially with unexpected touches, so Billy's careful to give him warning. He presses right up against Steve's back and wraps his arms around him, fingers of his left hand slipping up under his shirt to stroke over Steve's hip while the fingers of his right hand settle just under the waistband of the brunette's sweatpants, trailing over a sensitive patch of skin. From there it's all about the kisses - little ones to the nape of Steve's neck, lazy ones on the side of his throat, nips and playful bites to the shoulder. He nuzzles at Steve's cheek a few times in between that mix and Steve lasts all of two minutes before he's melting back against Billy and gazing back at him, eyes painfully warm and full with that adoring look he always gives Billy. For a moment, the blonde can't breathe, stunned for the billionth time by Steve's beauty. He presses a soft kiss to his plump lips, slow and full of love, before nosing along his jaw.

"What are you thinking about?" he questions. Steve hums, turns from his current task of slicing his pasta dough to wrap his arms around Billy.

"You," he hums, and Billy has no doubt to the validity of that answer, but he presses anyway.

"What else?"

"What are you talking about?" Steve's eyebrow arches and Billy takes that exact moment to realize that his husband's beginning to grey, his coffee brown waves of hair showing a little speckle of silver. At thirty-five, Steve isn't really old at all, but he's got other little signs of age. He's not a lanky teenage boy anymore. But he's as stunning as ever, and Billy's heart melts as they stare at each other.

"Pretty boy, you told me you think spinach in alfredo is a sin, but you're adding it in and you only do shit like that when you've got something to share with the class. So share." His eyebrow arch as Billy opened his mouth to argue, and he hides a smile as Steve backs down.

"Fine. Sit down, Papa Blue." It's Billy's favorite nickname, received after their son Max stole the nickn baby blue. Max is biologically his, thanks to a donation from Robin. She did the same with Angelo, though their latest baby is Steve's, all big eyes and fluffy hair. Billy sits at his husband's request, and Steve sits across from him looking a little worried. "So, uh, you know how today is our anniversary?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Billy asks. Steve chews on his lip.

"Well, I called Hop this morning because he and Joyce wanna come meet little Jellybean," he begins.

"Angelo is gonna hate that nickname once he gets older," Billy warns. Steve shakes his head in amusement.

"No way, he'll love it. Or he'll at least have to tolerate it, because I'm not letting it go anytime soon. But that's besides the point. Hop and I were talking and he asked me what we did for our anniversary yesterday."

"Yesterday? Our anniversary is today, doesn't he remember?" Billy frowns as Steve runs his fingers through his hair.

"That's exactly what I said," he huffs. "But he was adamant we got married on the fifth, and so I went and checked."

"And?" Billy presses, terrified that he already knows the result. His husband bites his lip.

"And he's right. We misread the number on the date." Steve gives him a sheepish, frustrated look. "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

"You can't be serious," Billy deadpans. Steve blinks at him.

Oh god.

It takes Billy seven seconds before he's snorting with laughter. Then he's flat-out snickering, and it doesn't take Steve long to follow. They laugh in the kitchen together until Billy's sides hurt and Steve starts to struggle for breath between his giggles.

"We've been doing it on the wrong day, what a bunch of idiots we are," Billy chuckles. Steve wipes tears of laughter away.

"Yeah, yeah," he chuckles, before his face morphs into something more apprehensive. "I'm sorry I got it wrong." Billy waves it off with one hand, a soft look settling on his face.

"Don't be. I've been making the same mistake. And I wrote the date down, I should have made my handwriting more legible." Billy's hand reaches over the table for Steve's. "Baby, I don't care that we've got the wrong date. All I care about is celebrating what we've got together, okay? I just want to celebrate the fact that I found someone who loves me more than I could ever deserve, someone who's stuck by my side through good and bad. I don't care what day we do that." He watches as Steve's anxious look melts into something significantly softer.

"Billy Hargrove, you deserve all the love this world has to offer and then some," he corrects gently. Billy's eyes crinkle softly around the edges as he smiles.

"And you've got more love in that mop on your head then the rest of the world could ever have." He stands and leans over to hold the other man's face in his hands, planting three quick kisses to his forehead. "Trust me, honey pie, you give me more love than I deserve. You give the whole world more love than it deserves." Steve's responding smile is bright and adoring, and Billy's heart melts even more.

"I love you, Billabong," he murmurs, stealing his own kiss from Billy's lips.

"And I love you, princess." They stay like that for a time, silent and content, before Steve speaks again.

"We're gonna get it right next year, right?" Billy laughs, nose wrinkling in his amusement.

"Of course. And every year after that. We can make it a two-day event, spend the first day bein' all romantic. I'm keepin' you in bed on day two, though." His smile turns into a familiar smirk. "Make you remember why you love having me around." He revels in the way his husband blushes violently, and Steve swats him away as he jumps up.

"You're a menace, Billy Hargrove. Leave me alone so I can finish cooking." He gets one last kiss before Billy backs out of the kitchen, and if he's got the same dopey grin on his face as he had in his twenties when looking at Steve Harrington, then it's neither here nor there.

[beaaareputation]

yeah also i feel like maybe they are just trying to maybe be more private and have things like have a dinner date night without doing it for view or content and just enjoying the only time they have together savering it and loving eachother without having a camera shoved in their face yk? and the engagement video maybe they just don’t want the whole world seeing it cause like other celebs and people like steve and pippa didn’t make a youtube video, you know ? so maybe they just want the few moments together and big moments (engagement) to enjoy for them selves and family not the whole world. i can see why m/m is still there because it’s a music video and for work so of course they will leave it. also I can definitely seeing it like maybe they were always seeing each other every day spending time together (quarantine) to out of nowhere being away for three months which I think is the longest they have ever been away, so that’s a big jump. and now that they are together it could be kind of hard for them because they could be stressed and anxious and just wanna spend time with each other for their anniversary and everything but maybe they just don’t have much time to be together everyday and would rather savour it and spend as much time with each other instead of having a camera jammed in their face if that makes sense. so I can definitely see it like right now you’re just stressed and don’t have any time together but after all of this when you’re back in New York you’ll have a lot of deep conversations of how they learn from this and try and be there for each other more. of it could be ALFREDO PASTA bullying us! also sorry this is really long!

Ok so I know I’m the unofficial paragraph queen but anon is taking over so...I do imagining them just taking time to themselves. No work, nothing. My feeling tho - i don’t picture that time being soon. she has filming. he has an album. he has a TON of ITH stuff coming up soon...I just hope that they are able to spend that time together that they so desperately need.

[ohallows]

With Zolf, Hamid, & Skraak “we wanted to cook but now we are dramatically singing a duet with kitchen utensils in our hands, this is quality Performance™”

isabelle is this you

also: modern au but it’s still pathfinder races and skraak is still a kobold bc i genuinely don’t know how to humanize him and make it work. also for fic purposes we’re going w skraak being like. a mostly nonverbal teenaged kobold so just. roll with it

[request any prompts here!]

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“ - wanna cut through the clouds, break the ceiling, I wanna dance on the roof, you and me alone - “

Zolf hums along absently as the radio in the corner plays softly; one of his favorite songs is on, but Hamid’s in the front room having a bit of a lie-down on the sofa, and Zolf doesn’t want to wake him up. He’s a bit hands-full at the moment. One hand is slowly stirring the pan with his alfredo sauce in it, which he’s keeping at a low temperature like he’s been taught, and the other is starting to delicately drop pasta into the pan of boiling water next to the sauce on the stovetop. All the pasta makes it in and he stirs that pot as well, tapping the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot and resting it on the counter next to him. It should be about fifteen minutes before everything will be ready, and then they can sit down and have dinner; the entire kitchen smells amazing, and Zolf’s proud of how the meal has been coming together.

He feels a tapping on his hip and glances down. Skraak is standing there looking at what he’s making, head tilted curiously. Their claws start to inch forward, presumably to dip in the sauce and get a taste. Zolf intercepts them before they can make it with a sigh. “Not yet, Skraak. Still hot. Don’t want you to burn yourself - wait, do - you’re a kobold, can you burn yourself!m? Or is that just - no, you know, nevermind, it doesn’t actually matter, just - please don’t stick your claws in the sauce. Okay?”

Skraak gives him a bit of a disappointed, betrayed look, and Zolf sighs. Gods. He grabs a piece of bread and dips it in the sauce, which is slowly starting to bubble, and hands it over to them. “Fine. Don’t let Hamid see, I won’t ever live it down.”

“Skraak!” they say, giving him a salute before shoving the bread into their mouth and making a content noise. They hum a bit and wander away, starting to head down the hallway.

“Oi - Skraak!” Zolf whisper-yells after them, and they turn, looking confused. “Don’t wake Hamid, yeah?” They bob their head and scurry off, probably heading to where Hamid is. Zolf supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. Hamid’s got draconic heritage, which is a fun thing to learn about someone you’re currently dating, especially when they’re just learning about it too. It explains a couple things, definitely; like how Hamid hoards every single sweater Zolf has ever owned - which, honestly, it just makes Zolf’s heart swell a bit every time he sees Hamid in his clothes. But it’s not surprising that Skraak almost compulsively prefers to be around Hamid. Hamid’s a bit better at sign than Zolf is anyways, so it’s easier for them to communicate with him than with Zolf, although Zolf’s learning more every day. Sasha’s helping teach him, as well, and it involves both a lot more and a lot less knife-oriented words than he’d expect.

“ - to emotion, I want to go all the way, show me devotion and take me all the way, all the way, all the way, all the way -“

He’s so focused on making the sauce that he doesn’t hear Hamid pad into the room, but he definitely feels Hamid press against him, arms wrapping securely around his waist. Hamid presses his forehead into Zolf’s back and sighs, content.

“Smells nice,” he says, and Zolf smiles.

“Morning, Hamid. Did Skraak wake you up?”

“No, they didn’t,” Hamid mumbles, face pressed against Zolf’s back. “But they were just staring at me when I did.”

The song changes and Zolf smiles, laughing. “They like you.”

“ - you know what I mean, if you just give me a chance, you’d see what I see - “

“And I like them, and they’re wonderful,” Hamid says. “Right, Skraak?”

“Skraak!” they say, and Zolf glances over to see them signing something quickly to Hamid. He can’t pick it up completely, but recognizes the sign for ‘dinner’ and something else that Sasha keeps signing at Bertie, even if he doesn’t know the meaning.

Hamid signs something back; Zolf can’t see, since he’s standing behind him, but Skraak makes a low rumble in their chest that he and Hamid are pretty sure is their version of laughter. They have a bit of a conversation in sign, Hamid switching near-flawlessly between that and draconic, which sounds both completely out of place and completely suitable in his voice. Zolf is content to just listen as Skraak’s claws click against each other and feel Hamid’s laughter against his back.

The song skips to the next and Hamid perks up - it’s one of his favorites, which feels like kismet at this point, and he laughs.

“Zolf, we have to dance,” Hamid says, standing up on his tiptoes to give Zolf his best cajoling stare. “We always do, it’s in the flat rules!” Zolf knows it isn’t, because he wrote them himself and abjectly vetoed Hamid’s suggestion for that. “Come on?”

“ - stuck in my head, stuck on my heart, stuck on my body, body, I wanna go, get out of here, I'm sick of the party, party - “

Hamid starts pulling at his waist, trying to tug him away from the stove, but Zolf just shakes his head as Hamid pouts. “Sorry, the sauce is almost done cooking, it’s just a bit of a delicate process right now.”

“Boooooo,” Hamid nearly whines, but he doesn’t back away from Zolf. “But then the song will be over and we won’t have time!”

“Sorry, love,” Zolf says, more than a little distracted. “After dinner, maybe?” He turns down the burner a bit more, carefully stirring the sauce as he adds the parmesan cheese to it.

Hamid only shifts his hands up so that he’s veritably hanging from Zolf’s neck, down his back. It’s not tight at all, not in the slightest, but it’s clear that Hamid isn’t going to give up.

“Hamid, this is going to burn -“ Zolf says, pressing a kiss to both of Hamid’s hands even as he unwinds them from around his neck. Hamid sticks his tongue out at him but does finally take a step back as Skraak shuffles up to him. Skraak tugs on the edges of Hamid’s shirt and makes a comically exaggerated frowny face.

“Yes, Skraak, he is being grumpy, but that’s just Zolf,” Hamid stage-whispers, but he sends Zolf a wink and Zolf rolls his eyes, fond. He knows Hamid isn’t being serious, and wants nothing more than to step away and scoop him up, but he really does have to pay attention to the sauce.

“Come on, Skraak!” Hamid encourages, grabbing the kobold and swinging them around in a circle as they chitter excitedly. “We can dance, right?”

“I’m not - okay -“ Zolf mumbles, stirring the sauce. It’s nearly done, but he’s butchered an alfredo sauce before and he doesn’t want to make the same mistake as he had. It barely even has that much time left, and he’s so close to letting it be done without melting the cheese too quickly or curdling the cream.

Behind him, Hamid is singing along to the song; he has a wonderful voice, really, and Zolf can’t help but hum along as the music builds. He puts the spoon down on the counter and ducks over to the spice cabinet real quick. It smells amazing, but something still seems like it’s missing… he thinks he knows how to fix it, and grabs a few different bottles from the cabinet. He gets back to the stove, successfully avoiding Hamid and Skraak - the kitchen really is tiny - and eyeballs it as he adds the spices to the sauce. He reaches down to the counter, but his hands just meet the counter and empty air.

“Where - where’s my spoon?” he mutters distractedly, turning around quickly and seeing Hamid dancing with it in his hands, singing into it like it’s a microphone as Skraak yells something in draconic into a whisk. Zolf leans over and plucks the spoon out of Hamid’s hand, trading it with a random spatula he grabbed from the counter before Hamid gives him a betrayed glance. Zolf gives him a quick smile, and then it’s back to the sauce, stirring it slowly. Should be nearly there now, he realizes, and whacks it down a bit lower before pulling it off the heat entirely and letting it sit. He checks the pasta and it seems ready, so he turns the stove off and wipes his hands on a nearby towel.

“ - your hero and win it, when the lights go out… run away with me - ”

He feels a hand tug on his arm and turns to see Hamid standing there.

“Please?” Hamid asks, eyes wide, and god, he knows what he’s doing, Zolf knows he does, but he’s never been able to resist Hamid anyway, so he lets him pull him away, eyes sparkling. The sauce is done, anyway, and the dinner will keep for a bit.

Skraak cheers when Zolf finally joins them, and Hamid takes the spoon back as he and Skraak belt out the lyrics to the song. Hamid takes Zolf’s hand in his and Zolf pulls Hamid closer, swaying with him until Hamid dances away and pulls Skraak into their little circle, all swaying together. Zolf doesn’t sing, but he does hum along, pressing a kiss to Hamid’s cheek.

The doorbell rings, and Zolf takes a minute to answer it, nearly dragging Hamid along when he won’t let go of his hand. The door is barely opened before Cel crashes into his chest, tightly squeezing him in a hug as they chatter away about the drive and the weather and this new experiment they’re working on. Skraak appears in the doorway and they gasp, running over to them and leaving Zolf behind. Azu is next, bending down and hugging him.

“Thank you for inviting us over,” she says, smiling, and Zolf gives her a wink.

“Had to have someone else here so Hamid doesn’t eat all of it,” he jokes, ignoring Hamid’s faux-offended ‘hey!’ from the kitchen. Azu laughs quietly and heads in.

Grizzop follows close behind. “Wotcher,” he greets, and Zolf gives him a nod.

“Good to see you, Grizzop. How’s things?” Zolf asks, but Grizzop just shrugs.

“Could be better, could be worse. Might have a project for you and Azu to help with, though, if you’re interested?”

Zolf nods; work at the clinic has been down recently, taking on something new wouldn’t be a problem. “Yeah, sure, we - we can talk about it after dinner?” Grizzop nods and heads off into the kitchen.

Sasha’s the last one to come in, hands in her pockets. She pats Zolf on the shoulder, about as much contact as she allows normally. “All right, boss?”

“Hey, Sasha,” he greets - it’s really no use arguing about the boss thing anymore. “Dinner’s on through the kitchen. Made your favorite.”

Her eyes light up as she pads away, moving through his flat like she doesn’t want to be caught, and Zolf follows behind, watching as everyone laughs and teases each other in the kitchen.

His family is here, and Zolf couldn’t be happier.

[bellarkefanfiction]

#NoClickbait

written by: Josefine / @selflessbellamy

prompt: This is typical but maybe distracting kiss while playing a video game? Person A is competitive, 100% focused on winning and person B starts to plant kisses, all because of the competition, no one is in love here, it's a cold, calculating strategy. for anonymous 

word count: 2204

Sharing an apartment with a Youtuber has its pros and cons. For instance, her roommate has — on numerous occasions — demanded to film alone in the living room for hours, because “it has much better lighting.” At night, she often hears him groan loud in frustration while editing, which would be funny if she didn’t have to wake up early for class most mornings.

However, the pros outweigh the cons, at least as it is right now. They’ve been living together for almost a year now, and since she told him that she didn’t mind being a part of his videos every once in a while, he has involved her in his creative process. Unlike a lot of YouTube channels, Bellamy Blake’s offers a wide range of different content, such as:

cook with me: grilled chicken breast (with a twist)

vlog: a day at the bookstore + haul

history has left us: queer!Achilles (Pride Month special)

If his subscriber count of 3.2 million is anything to go by, this kind of content is great entertainment for everyone watching. Hell, Clarke even watches his videos despite the fact that she lives with him and could easily just sneak into the living room to watch him film. Still, she attempts to stay away, because Bellamy doesn’t tend to stare over her shoulder as she draws one of her pictures.

Sometimes, though, her thriving curiosity gets the better of her. When he first noticed her piqued interest, his dark eyes crinkled at the corners and he told her, “Princess, if you wanna know what I’m doing then you have to be a part of it.”

At first, Clarke had wondered whether having her show up in his videos was just gonna be a cheap clickbait trick, so that he could include her in the thumbnail and write a title called ‘vlog: Santa Monica with my girlfriend’, but he didn’t.

Instead, he turned the camera on her face as they were walking down the peer and said, “Oh, by the way guys. This is my roommate Clarke. She’s tagging along.”

He had probably expected her to not say anything, maybe give a shy little wave in response, because that’s what usually happens when people are camera shy. Clarke’s actual reaction was so far from that. In teasing, she stuck her tongue out at him and retorted, “Oh please, you’re the one who’s tagging along. I need someone to help me decide which Bath Bomb to get.”

That is the start of Clarke’s appearance in Bellamy’s videos, and since then she has only showed up more, for longer periods of time. A couple weeks ago she assisted him while he did the ‘Blindfolded Book Challenge’ by picking various classics and non-fiction works from his bookshelf.

After that video was posted, he told her not to look at the comments, which only made her suspicious, because he’d never advised her to stay away from the comment section of his videos before, and for a moment she thought that his viewers were perhaps making fun of her or something. Despite that the possibilities made her somewhat nervous, she couldn’t hold herself back.

The most popular comment jumped out at her:

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Dani Larsson: y’all can’t tell us you’re not dating after this.

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Gulping, Clarke clicked on the replies and found the first couple ones to be:

Lydia Marcello: yea, just look at 13:52. That shoulder-lean is the least platonic thing I have seen in the modern era.

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Furrowing her brow, Clarke went to the timestamp to see what the girl was referring to — and there right before the end of the video as Bellamy said, “I guess that’s it for the Blindfolded Book Challenge. Thanks for watching!” — he pulled Clarke against his side, making her lean her head against his shoulder for a second, smiling.

After forcing her eyes off the frozen frame, Clarke looked at the comment below Lydia Marcello’s only to find:

 TJ Byrne: Well, if he’s not dating her, I would love to tap that.

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While the comment didn’t bother her much, it sure as hell seemed to have bothered Bellamy (and a lot of his loyal viewers), because he had actually responded:

Bellamy Blake: @TJ Byrne: Too bad. Sexist white Internet creeps aren’t her type.

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Clarke had to bite back the urge to laugh. Also, it was difficult to ignore the clear voice at the back of her head who kept telling her that men with bronze, freckled skin and lots of sharp edges is her type. Still, she has only ever seen one person who looks like that.

A person, whose laughter could light up the entire world, who places pencils behind his ear and hums while he cooks.

***

One late afternoon she returns, violet and vermillion paint caked beneath her fingernails, to the sight of Bellamy sitting cross-legged on the couch, his trusted laptop in front of him and square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. As always, he looks up when she enters the living room.

“I’m gonna cook dinner. Chicken Alfredo pasta, does that sound good?”

He beams, most likely with as much surprise as amusement, because she’s rarely the one who prepares meals. Still, she wants to prove to him that she’s learned quite a lot from watching his culinary-themed videos.

“Very,” is his simple comment, though the lone word manages to convey his enthusiasm. When she turns to walk into the kitchen, he suddenly adds, “Hey, Clarke, would you mind being in a video later?”

The curiosity in her mind sparks like colorful fireworks. “What kind of video?” Given the complexity of Bellamy’s content, it’s impossible for her to have the faintest idea… Maybe it’s another challenge video? A casual vlog? One of his informative history sessions?

Then he explains that his viewers would love his nostalgia series to feature a gaming video. “I have Mario Kart for my old PlayStation, so… I thought it’d be more fun if we played it together. You know I love how competitive you are.”

That last bit seems to be coated in fondness, the words soft — a stark contrast to his usual teasing tone, and it has color rising to her cheeks, undoubtedly. In order to hide the blush, Clarke turns away, but not without saying, “Of course. That sounds fun,” over her shoulder.

To her joy, Bellamy eats two large portions of the Chicken Alfredo pasta and praises her for using vegetables and spices that complement the creamy sauce. Hearing him say this makes her heart feel warm.

Together, they do the dishes while listening to ‘Cigarette Daydreams’ from one of Bellamy’s vinyl records. Most of his collection he inherited from his dad, but he adds a newer record once in a while. Afterwards the struggle with setting up the lights in preparation for filming — since the sky has now darkened, they need to improve the lighting in the living room.

Before they can turn on the camera, they have to plan a quick intro. Of course, Bellamy will do the most of the talking, since it’s his channel, but he tells her that he doesn’t want her to hold anything back, especially not during the gameplay itself.

It feels like an eternity has passed. At last, Bellamy clicks record, takes a seat next to Clarke and says, “Welcome back guys! I looked at your requests and quickly had to realize that you all want to see me play a video game,” he runs his fingers through the back of his hair, “As you will probably find out, I suck at gaming. I’ve killed a Sim once, and it was not on purpose.”

Clarke mouths, “He has,” hoping that the teasing it will amuse some of his viewers.   

“Anyway, I dragged the Princess along for this one. She’s gonna crush me as Peach.”

Chuckling, she replies, “Oh, I sure am. No more of that ‘damsel in distress’ Peach. Those days are over, and you’re gonna go down.”

Even though they didn’t plan it for the intro, they look at each other, faces inches from one another to signify the “stand-off” that’s about to happen. However, within a couple seconds, they both crack up.

As it turns out, Bellamy is not actually bad at Mario Kart, which seems to surprise him way more than it does her. Within ten of playing minutes, he’s in 3rd place, but he makes the mistake of gloating, “Now, who’s gonna go down, Princess?”

Maybe they should stop using that expression…

Oh, well. “You still are,” Clarke laughs just as she uses the Starman that she’s had up her sleeve for a couple minutes, and while it does help her overtake a lot of players, she’s only gets to the fourth position, right behind him.

Bellamy does what he can to maintain his lead. Out of the corner of her eye, Clarke sees him lick his lips in concentration, and the sight damn near distracts her. Quickly, she collects herself, and while it’s difficult to keep up with him when she has to stay on the course, she’s tailing him.

When he bumps his shoulder against hers in teasing, moving his controller just to annoy her, an unfamiliar sensation sparks in her ribcage, causing her to lean closer and press her lips to his neck, right below his sharp jawline. At first she feels him freeze. Scared that she has overstepped an invisible boundary, she draws back, but he…

He is smiling. “You think you can distract me?”

“I can’t?” Turning her attention back to the television, Clarke smirks as her heart flips itself over and over.

Now she thinks she notices the faint pink tint in his freckled cheeks, but it might be her eyes playing a trick on her. With much confidence, Bellamy says, “You gotta keep trying…”

Right now, they’re doing the final lap around the course, still tailing each other, brushing each other like they are in real life. It seems as though he just gave her another challenge — one, which she is even more determined to win. Therefore, she giggles slightly, kisses his throat again, a little lower this time, then his shoulder and the back of his ear.

He releases a strange sound that must be somewhere between a groan and a chuckle. Unsuccessful, he tries to brush her off, but she can feel the heat that’s rising to his skin by the second.

Just when she leans in for the sixth kiss, he groans, tossing his controller to the side. She doesn’t recognize the emotion flashing in his earthy eyes, but she is not afraid of it. Bellamy murmurs intelligibly before giving her a gentle push to the floor — out of the camera frame — on her back, she watches his face move closer to hers than it ever has until she can almost sense the amazing warmth that pours from his features. Taking a slow breath, he nuzzles her, which has her entire chest feeling like jelly.

When their lips meet, it’s as if the living room is filled with light, though it must be nearing midnight. The happiness bubbles in her stomach, runs through her veins to mix with her bloodstream. Burying her fingers in the dark, soft curls of his hair, Clarke deepens the kiss a little, causing him to smile against her lips.

“I’m gonna have to edit this out.”

She laughs at that statement. “The video is useless now, Bellamy. We’ve both fallen off the course before the finish line.”

“Well, it was worth it.”

As opposed to sleeping that night, they sit on the bed in his room eating dry Coco Puffs while talking about where to go from there.

What they end up doing is reshooting the Mario Kart video the next day (Bellamy wins, much to her dismay), then spend the next eight months trying to hide their relationship from his online following, which is easy when she can simply not be present in his videos.

His viewers, however, are far from stupid. The first video that she appears in after the Mario Kart one is a casual writing vlog, where she brings him a cup of black coffee after his all-nighter. And it’s one tiny detail that Bellamy missed in editing that effectively exposes them:

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Christine Hollinger: oh my god, he murmurs ‘thanks, babe’ at 8:46 asdjffikoxxkak… Y’ALL

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theo lewis: *platonically calls my roommate ‘babe’*

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After that, they have to come to terms with the fact that their secret is out, and because Bellamy doesn’t want to trick his followers, he decides to make the announcement (albeit casually) in his next video, which is a brief daily vlog. Bellamy turns the camera towards the balcony, on which she is standing, looking at the sinking sun.

“Isn’t she beautiful? I’m so lucky.”

No forced, half-assed video of them explaining how they got together, no cheesy girlfriend tag — just a simple yet revealing comment. Their relationship is not clickbait; it’s not something that he’s going to use to gain more followers. It’s too important for that.

[keeps-ache]

brrrba pa pa da de do ♩

[afterglowparker]

Chúc Mừng Năm Mới

Pairing: Peter Parker x Vietnamese!Reader

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: None!! It’s all fluff!! And you get to learn a bit more about the Vietnamese culture!

Summary: You share one of your favorite holidays with your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

A/N: I want to start off by saying: chúc mừng năm mới! In other words (English): happy new year! If you weren’t already aware, this past Tuesday we celebrated Vietnamese New Year/Chinese New Year/Lunar New Year. As today would technically be the third day of celebrating, it is for that reason I have decided to post today: it’s the day to celebrate with friends! I am so excited to share this piece with you, as the New Year is always one of my favorite times of the year. Additionally, I just never get to see Asian readers represented in fics! I hope you enjoy this piece!

*It is important for me to say that what I have written in this story is based off my own experiences and family traditions. Everyone celebrates the New Year in their own way; this will not be a perfect representation of all the families that celebrate this wonderful holiday!

**Also tumblr decided to try me and gave me trouble when I tried to post it the first time. It then deleted it. :’) So hopefully this still came out good.

“So this Tuesday is Tết, in other words, it’s Vietnamese New Year. It’s usually celebrated over three days, but my family just celebrates the first day. The other two are for extended family and friends, respectively, so to speak.”

You had been explaining the upcoming celebration, since Peter had been curious as to why your Mom had been baking up a storm in the kitchen when he arrived at your apartment to study for your upcoming biology test. Currently, you both were sat across from each other on your bed, textbooks and notes spread all around you, as you worked through the study guide. You were leaning against the headboard of your Queen sized bed as Peter was hunched over slightly, his legs crossed and his left elbow resting on his knee so he could support his head. He had been asking you questions for the past five minutes.

“But the Calendar says Chinese New Year?” Peter replied, confusion written across his face.

“Well, they’re celebrated on the same day. More than just the Chinese celebrate the New Year. Some people call it Lunar Year to be more inclusive of everyone celebrating. My family just prefers to call it Vietnamese New Year.”

Peter nodded along as you spoke and you could practically see the questions popping up behind his eyes in that busy mind of his.

“So why is your mom baking everything on a Saturday?”

“Well, it’s harder to get the entire family together on a Tuesday, what with work and all the cousins who are in school. It’s just easier to celebrate tomorrow. Plus, it’s Super Bowl Sunday, so the Uncles will have something to occupy themselves with.”

“That’s cool…what else does your family usually do to celebrate?”

“You certainly are inquisitive today,” you spoke with a soft smile on your lips, “I don’t know. The usual I guess. We eat food, drink, play games…the Uncles get the bros back together to be bros while all the Aunts talk about life and their kids. The cousins usually just go to a room and hangout. There’s also firecrackers. OH AND RED ENVELOPES. I don’t know how I almost forgot that, especially since that’s a pretty big thing for us. The younger kids in particular are big fans of them. ”

“Why?”

“Cuz they have money in them. In my family we receive the envelopes so long as we are going to school.”

“Oh, that’s actually really cool…” Peter trailed off. You turned the page in your textbook, thinking Peter was done with his inquiries, but as you went to ask him a question, he cut you off before you could speak. “Okay but does the envelope mean anything? Like specifically? Cuz you said red. Why can’t I get like…a blue envelope or something?”

Had anyone but Peter been asking you as many questions you might have been annoyed, but you also didn’t mind sharing about your culture.

“Well, red symbolizes good luck. The elders give the red envelopes to the younger kids as a way of wishing them well-wishes, so to speak, for the New Year. In return, we wish them well-wishes too. Y’know. They wish us a happy new year and for us to have wealth, health, good grades…We wish them a happy new year and health and happiness…stuff like that.”

“I like that.” Peter said, looking at you thoughtfully. You tapped the pen in your hand against your lips before speaking up again.

“Would you like to come with me to my Aunt’s house to celebrate the New Year with my family?”

Peter’s eyes lit up as he sat up, his back straightening from his hunched position.

“Really? You’d want me to come with?”

“Well, yeah. I was gonna ask before, but I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna go, what with it being a family event full of members of my family you’ve never met before. That can be a bit daunting. Plus my family can be overwhelming.” You finished with a laugh.

“Y/N, I would love to go with you. As long as you’re okay with that and so is your family, I want to celebrate with you! It’s part of your culture and part of who you are. And I love you. So I want to learn and be familiar with every single thing that makes you, you.”

The soft smile that had been present on your face through the duration of your conversation stretched to reach your eyes. Leaning forward, you gripped the collar of Peter’s grey pullover in your right hand, pulling him closer to place a kiss on his lips.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?”

-

“Y/N, aren’t we gonna be late?” Peter questioned, looking at his phone with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your shoulder, which showed him that it was already close to 2pm; you said the party was supposed to start then.

“Oh, no we’re fine. No one actually shows up on time. We’ll all probably be there around 3-3:30.”

“Really? That’s kinda late. Why don’t you guys just say the party is at that time then?”

“Cuz then no one would show up until like 4-4:30. It’s just the way my family is, Peter,” You glanced up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek, “don’t worry, we’re fine time-wise.”

-

True to your word, you were strolling up to your Aunt’s house, hand-in-hand, about an hour later. On your way to the door, Peter noticed a tree decorated with envelopes, which he promptly asked you to explain.

“Later, we are gonna get to choose an envelope from the tree. Just a little extra luck.”

Pausing before ringing the doorbell, you turned to speak to Peter.

“You ready to meet the rest of my obnoxious family?”

Peter smiled and brought your hand up to his lips, so he could press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Don’t worry, babe, your entire family is gonna love me,” Peter said feigning confidence, his act not as strong as he had hoped.

“You nervous?”

“Terrified.”

You squeezed his hand and leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry, you’re right. They will.”

Turning back around, your rang the doorbell and soon enough, you were greeted by the face of one of your Aunts, who quickly opened the door and ushered Peter and you inside.

Immediately, Peter began to take his shoes off, remembering the unspoken rule you had in your own home, and took note of all of your family members crammed into the house. Peter remembered you mentioning you had a large family, but this was so much more than he imagined---a definite change from just May and him. You dragged Peter around the room, greeting your various family members, being sure to find your Grandma first. You bowed and gave your Grandma a hug while greeting her, as was tradition---Peter quick to follow your actions of bowing. You smiled, loving the effort he was making to be respectful and absorb the different aspects of your culture. Continuing through the room, you introduced the remaining family members to your boyfriend, who would give them an uneasy smile and try his best to make small talk. Your Aunts and cousins poked fun of him, as if he was family---they had quickly warmed up to him.

-

You had been explaining the different foods Peter pointed to, as he insisted on trying everything. So far you had worked your way through bánh hỏi, bún riêu, the pineapple buns, the egg custards, bánh bèo---at which point you explained to Peter what nước chấm was. He was not fond of the idea.

“Fish sauce?! You just pour it on top?” His nose was slightly wrinkled and you laughed.

“Trust me, it tastes really good. You don’t even think about the fact that what your eating is covered in fish sauce.”

Your family always had a widespread of food, making sure that everyone would be full and happy on the joyous occasion.

“And what’s this?”

“Uh…chicken alfredo pasta from Costco?” You laughed as Peter’s face filled with a blush, “And before you ask, the tray that my mom brought is full of cupcakes, and the tray by the end of the table is barbecue chicken.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh at me, I was just pointing to random things and didn’t think about it. Also everything up until this point has been Vietnamese food, so my brain was just on auto-pilot,” he picked up a piece of bread and took a bite, “and yes, I know this is bread,” his sentence slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth.

“Hey,” you said, snatching the bread from his hand, “this is NOT just bread. It’s better than that. I can’t explain it, this bread is just better than regular bread.”

Peter nodded his head as he swallowed.

“I actually understand what you mean.”

-

Peter was standing next to you, waiting for the next part of the party to happy, which you had excitedly informed his was the passing out of envelopes. As you received your first envelope, he watched you accept it with two hands and recite the words you told Peter were tradition. Much to his surprise, your Mom approached him next and handed him an envelope. Peter went to accept the envelope, only for your Mom to pull it away quickly.

“This envelope is for you,” she started, making Peter begin to sweat, “if you can properly wish me a happy new year.”

You started to laugh, as you figured your Mom would do this. She lived for moments like this! It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Peter viciously butchered the pronunciation of the saying---your entire family had heard him do so early as you tried to teach him. The tips of Peter’s ears began to burn as they turned red and he shakily said the four words.

“Ch-uc MuNG Num MuY.”

Certain letters were hit a little to hard and he added a sound here and there, but it was clear what he was trying to say and just how much effort he put into saying it. Lowering the envelope into Peter’s two awaiting hands, your Mom smiled fondly.

“Chúc Mừng Năm Mới, to you too, Peter.”

-

After the envelopes had been passed out (Peter received one from every single family member, same as you; he also had to shakily wish them all a happy new year) amongst the family, the day progressed into more fun. Your family played a couple of different games; in particular, Peter was fond of Bầu Cua, even if he wasn’t the best at it. He had won the jackpot in BINGO though, which he was very proud of. There had been a long line of firecrackers set off, which made your ears ring and Peter’s head throb due to his heightened senses, but he had enjoyed nonetheless; it was fun watching everyone rush out of the house to gather around and watch the event. Not to mention Peter got along swimmingly with your cousins, old and young. They wouldn’t say it to his face, but they also loved having him around.

You were back at Peter’s apartment now, laying on his bed and watching re-runs of your favorite show. Peter felt the smile that hadn’t left his face for the better half of the day widen, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair. You shifted your head at the feeling, looking up at Peter.

“What?” You question, your expression matching his.

“Thank you for inviting me today, Y/N. I had a really great time.”

You placed a gentle kiss to Peter’s lips.

“Anytime. Happy New Year’s, Peter.”

[anxious-aloe]

Part 2: Beautiful Thing by Grace Vanderwaal

tw: mild swearing, anxiety, hospital, insomnia

You think that you know my heart

And you probably do

Mavis was still too sick to go home, so Jo stopped by every day after their job at the garden center of Home Depot. A small collection of flowers were slowly stretching their petals on the windowsill of her hospital room. 

So I'm always with you

I could stay with you for hours

She drifted in and out of consciousness for a few days, while Jo hovered nervously. They hadn’t slept peacefully in quite a while. Anxiety was making its comeback, as it did every few months. 

In an empty room

And never get bored

Never have nothing to do

Every time Mavis opened her eyes, a new drawing of some sort rested on her bedside table. Most times it was a diagram of something such as a flower, or a human heart. She always smiled softly when she saw these little notes, because you could tell how Jo was feeling just by looking at them. Occasionally, they would be decorated with splashes of watercolour paint, telling Mavis her datefriend was in an uplifting mood that day. 

You're my other half

You're what makes me me

Jo hummed as they went about watering the plants at work. They couldn’t imagine life without Mavis, but sometimes she was hard to help, so they turned to keeping the buds blooming and the fruit flowering. 

What makes me smile

When I fall down and can't get back, get back, get back up

On my feet

Jo walked into Mavis’s room, setting their things down and helping Mavis sit up. “So,” Jo said, straightening the artwork beside her bed. “The doctor said that you were supposed to try and move around a bit today.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mavis said, running a hand over the cast on her ankle. “I can try, I guess.” Jo grabbed a pair of crutches and brought them over to the bedside. 

Without you here I am boring

Something inside you is triggering

Mavis was a bit excited to finally be able to get up; she had heard the nurses say that if she could move and her concussion healed, she could go home soon. But she was also scared, scared that she was going to let Jo down. She really couldn’t stand to disappoint them. 

It makes me myself

Makes me funny, you're a beautiful thing

They stumbled down the hallway together, laughing and getting dirty looks from the older nurses, but the younger staff smiled at the couple. Mavis didn’t falter once, just kept going back and forth on the crutches. 

We're a beautiful thing together

Back in the room, Jo pinned Mavis up against the wall and slowly kissed her. “I love you, and I am so, so proud of you,” they whispered into her ear. 

“I love you too.”

Even when the weather is low

You're a beautiful thing

It was lightly snowing that night when the doctor cleared Mavis to go home. She was hesitant and nervous in the car, which Jo had gotten fixed, but she wasn’t driving, so she felt a bit better. 

We're a beautiful thing together

Even when the weather is low

Despite their small frame, Jo was able to lift Mavis out of the passenger seat and carry her inside their little house. Laughing all the way, they crashed onto the couch, Mavis staying put while Jo gathered the rest of the luggage from the car. 

We find the rainbow

Up in the sky

The aroma of freshly baked zeppole wafted through the house. Mavis inhaled the sweet scent. “Jo, I didn’t know you could bake.”

“I can’t,” they said, lifting a box of flowers onto the table. “Remember the Great Cake Incident of 2017?” Mavis grimaced, remembering the flaming curtains. “Skye stopped by to say-”

“Sup, bitches.” Wheels clicked across the tiles of the kitchen as Skye rollerbladed into the living room. Jo sighed.

“-hello.” Skye maneuvered up to the couch and Mavis hoisted herself up. 

You'd say don't you cry, it's all gonna be alright

“I thought you might want something sweet,” he offered. Skye was dressed very masculine today, a good indicator that he was a he today, even though Skye never really cared what you called him. He held out a platter filled with deep fried dough coated in cinnamon and powdered sugar. Mavis picked one up and took a bite. 

“Have you gotten better?” Mavis wondered. “These are so good!”

“Thank you! I’ve learned not to put sugar on a hot burner.” Skye hugged her and finally sank into a chair. His piercing gaze looked into her soul. “You are going to be okay.”

If we ever gone through a fight oh that would be bad

'Cause you know all of my secrets

But I know all of yours

Mavis was a bit taken aback by this comment, but Skye had an aura of knowledge and a general Addams family vibe, with his black hair dyed lavender on the ends. She felt tears spring to her eyes, and she quickly brushed them away. Jo came back into the room and sat down next to Mavis, stroking her hand softly. 

We make hours turn into seconds together

The three of them talked on and on, until the snow was deep enough to be buried in. Skye checked his phone. “Sorry, y’all, I have to go. Dan’s expecting me.” He got up and grabbed his backpack. 

“Dan or Jack Daniel’s?” Jo cracked a smile. Skye shot them a dirty look. 

“Both. Hope you feel better, Mavis.” He grabbed his bag and skated out into the snow. 

The weight of the world feel like a feather

'Cause we're holding it right in our hands

Mavis shifted on the couch until her head was in Jo’s lap. “Um,” she said. “Do you wanna talk about it, or-” Jo placed a hand over her mouth. 

“Give it time. You need to rest up and heal so that we can be stupid together again.”

“But right now, we need to binge watch Supernatural and eat zeppole.”

You're my other half

You're what makes me me

Both of them woke up the next morning tangled in each other, and Netflix asking “Are you still watching?”. 

What makes me smile

When I fall down and can't get back up, get back, get back up

On my feet

Mavis tumbled off of Jo onto the floor, watching the ceiling fan lazily spin. She smiled when Jo laid down next to her and they stared into nothingness together. Their fingers intertwined and they fell asleep on the cold floor. 

Without you here I am boring

Something inside you is triggering

Jo woke up alone, and that scared them. “Mavis?” they called out. 

“Yeah?” They let out a sigh of relief. 

“Nothing, baby.”

It makes me myself

Makes me funny

Hours later, Jo was whipping up a “light pasta dish” that consisted of six boxes of penne, three jars of sauce, and five tomato plants. Luckily, Danand Skyrae were coming over as well. “Hey Jo,” Mavis said, scrolling through her phone. 

“Hmm?”

“Why was six afraid of seven?”

Jo looked suspiciously at her. “Because seven eight nine?”

“Yes. And why did seven eat nine?”

“Why?” Jo laughed, waving a slotted spoon in her direction. 

“Because you’re supposed to eat three square meals a day.” Mavis waited until Jo got it, and stifled her laughter. 

You're a beautiful thing

We're a beautiful thing together

“You little panatta!” Jo screeched. “Merda santa, where did you come up with that one?”

“Stop speaking Italian, you know I can’t unders-”

“Oh you can too, we’ve been dating since high school and I only spoke Italian then!” 

Even when the weather is low

You're a beautiful thing

Mavis was silent for a few seconds before launching into another joke. “Why did the chicken- JO!” she yelled, laughing. “That noodle was still hot!” 

“Sorry, baby, but something has to shut you up!”

We're a beautiful thing together

Even when the weather is low

Skye and Dan walked in just as Jo was about to throw another noodle at Mavis. 

You and me

Together, we'll forget what we have been told

We'll live in our own dream world

“Uh,” Dan said cautiously. “Should we go?”

“No! Daniel, sit down and serve yourself up, you need a break from takeout and ramen.” He obeyed, as well as Skye, who was wearing a short skirt and tights. 

You and me, forever

We'll forget what we have been told

We will take on the whole world

Over dinner, Dan discussed how bad politics were getting, Skye talked about the many different ways to discreetly murder, and Jo was whispering Italian into Mavis’s ear the whole time. Their little group was so diverse it was strange how they all fit in together. 

Without you here I am boring

Something inside you is triggering

It makes me myself, it makes me funny

Hours later, a scene unfolded as such: Skye, sitting cross-legged on the table, being dared by Dan to chug straight alfredo sauce and Jo, sipping wine and playing Scrabble with Mavis, putting a mix of Italian and English down. 

You're a beautiful thing

We're a beautiful thing together

Even when the weather is low

Eventually, they all decided to have a sleepover at Mavis and Jo’s place, turning the living room into a pillow fort and watching horror movies all night. 

And that's a beautiful thing

Mavis awoke the next morning feeling warm inside, and she knew that she made the right choice by staying on Earth. 

[wizardess-sweetheart]

🌻 100 Questions 🌻

Tagged by: @sigurd-curtis 💗

1. What is your nickname? Sandee, like the one in Spongebob Squarepants but with double e's cuz y not? 😂😂😂

2. How old are you? I'm 19 years old. Looks like a 12 year old. Has a mind of a 5 year old. (lolz)

3. What is your birthday month? May 🌸

4. What is your zodiac sign? Taurus

5. What is your favorite color? BLUE ALL THE WAY. ALL SHADES. NAME IT. AS LONG AS IT'S "BLUE." 💙

6. What is your lucky number? 27 all the wayyy!

7. Do you have any pets? Yaaas boi. 4 cats: 2 black and white, a pure white, and a mackerel. 🐈💕

8. Where are you from? Mabuhay, Philippines!

9. How tall are you? (NUUUU, NOT THIS QUESTIONNN) Chibi-size: 1.5 m or 4'11" 😭😭😭

10. What shoe size are you? Baby feet: US 6

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Uhhh lucky pickkk! About 10? 😂😂😂

12. Are you random? YO DUDE 100% POSITIVE

13. Last person you texted? My sister.

14. Are you psychic in any way? *does some things with hands* Nope...

15. Last TV show you watched? Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir 💕

16. Favorite movie? Megamind (Told ya I'm a five year old haha)

17. Favorite show from your childhood? The Powerpuff Girls! Solid fan with head to toe merch, y'all. (I was a cool kid back then haha)

18. Do you want children? I don't like kids but if it's mine then...well, that's a different case. 😂😂😂

19. Do you want a church wedding? Where's the groom first? jk 😂

20. What is your religion? MCGI ✨

21. Have you ever been to a hospital? As a visitor? Yes. As a patient? Nah, dude.

22. Have you ever gotten trouble with the law? Nope.

23. How is life? Great but school's hard, man. Fighting! 👊

24. Baths or showers? Uhhh what's the difference? Is it the tub and shower thing? Where's the dipper (tabo) option here? #FilipinoProblems 😂😂😂

25. What color socks are you wearing? White with blue stripes

26. Have you ever been famous? YO DUDE, "FAMOUS (SIKAT)" IS MY MIDDLE NAME, Y'ALL. BUY MY ALBUM. 😂😂😂 but seriously uhhh idk haha

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Nah, I'll pass. People will just judge my wardrobe choices haha.

28. What type of music do you like? Alternative Rock, Pop Punk, Punk Rock, Metalcore, and my favorite, Post-Hardcore. \m/

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nah. Not my thing.

30. How many people do you sleep with? How about "how many stuffed toys do you sleep with" huh? Cuz I've got 5 haha

31. What position do you sleep in? Any position but mostly it's on the side.

32. How big is your house? Big enough to fit my family and cats (lolz).

33. What do you typically eat for breakfast? Idk man because the menu here goes by the motto "going against the grain." Breakfast can be lunch, merienda, or dinner here if you like.

34. Have you ever left the country? Nah, too lazy and too broke.

35. Have you ever tried archery? (yeah, Leslie taught me 😂) No, but I wanted to.

36. Do you like someone? As in "like-like" kind of "like" with a real person? Nah, too busy with my 2D and band boiz.

37. Favorite swear word? I don't swear but I go with alternatives like 'darn' and 'freakin' words.

38. When do you fall asleep? Depends. Early on a weekday, late on a weekend especially Saturday.

39. Do you have any cars? How I wish but none. But it'll be sweet to have one. 😎😎😎

40. Sexual orientation? Straight.

41. Are you a good liar? Hmmm, depends on the victim haha.

42. What languages would you like to learn? Some Japanese, Spanish, French, and a dash of Portuguese, please!

43. Top 10 songs? Uhhh it's hard to choose 10 songs if your music is 15gb (and counting) in size, yo. Just listen to the album "Entertainment" by Waterparks. 10 songs. All are gold. 📼💜

44. Do you like your country? YES.

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yeah, I believe so.

46. What is your personality type? I'm an advocate INFJ!!

47. Hogwarts House? Not a fan but Pottermore told me I'm a Ravenclaw.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Nope.

49. Pick one character you most relate to? Lowkey Death the Kid in terms of perfectionist problems and a Mel Glover in terms of introverted problems.

50. Left or right handed? Proud Leftyyy!

51. Are you scared of spiders? What's the size? If it's huge, shocking and deadly, imma say yes.

52. Favorite food? Sweets and desserts 🍰

53. Favorite foreign food? Alfredo Pasta

54. Are you a clean or messy person? CLEAN but if I'm busy, I tend to clutter my working table until I'm done with what I'm working.

55. If you could switch gender for a day, what would you do? Maybe have a formal fashion show, wearing all those cool-looking suit and ties or maybe do cosplay haha

56. What color underwear? Omg this is a question? Blues and whites 😂😂😂

57. How long does it take to get ready? 30 minutes to an hour. Depends on the occasion. But if it's just somewhere near, 5 minutes is enough.

58. Do you have much of an ego? Hmmm nah.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck 'em up but I'll eventually bite it if it's already pea size haha

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yeah, inside my head.

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yeah, sometimes.

62. Are you a good singer? HELL NO. The rain told me so.

63. Biggest fear? Not sure...

64. Are you a gossip? Unintentional gossip queen. It's not my fault that other people are talking loud enough for me to hear. 😂😂😂

65. Are you a grammar natzi? Lowkey grammar natzi wherein I judge people inside my head (lolz).

66. Do you have short or long hair? Usual anime long hair (above the bum). 😂😂😂

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Nope.

68. Favorite school subject? Science, especially Chemistry! 💕

69. Extrovert or Introvert? 100% INTROVERT

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope but I wanna try.

71. What makes you nervous? Hmmm imma say socializing and dealing with people, thinking that I might offend them with my out of this world humor.

72. Are you scared of the dark? Depends.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on the people I'm correcting. If I'm close to that person then yes but if it's a stranger, no.

74. Are you ticklish? Nope.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Just between best/closed friends.

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Nope.

77. Have you ever drunk underage? Nope. Not my thing, bruh.

78. Have you ever done drugs? NOPE. Hell no. Not my thing, bruh.

79. What do you fantasize about? A lot of things.

80. How many piercings do you have? One each ear.

81. Can you roll your R's? Yep.

82. How fast can you type? Not 'that' fast.

83. How fast can you run? Pass. I'm not a fan of running.

84. What color is your hair? Black with a hint of dark brown under the sun.

85. What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

86. What are you allergic to? Cheap eye makeup.

87. Do you have a journal? Yeah, but I use it for doodles and drawings.

88. Are you depressed about anything? Nope.

89. Do you like your age? Sure. Why not. But there are times I want to be a lil kid again. Adulthood is hard, bruh.

90. What makes you angry? For starters, I hate those things that will make my perfectionist self mad (like my graduation picture which is not centered, hell no).

91. Do you like your own name? Yeah, sure. But sometimes I want it to be more of a 'z' or 'x' starter than the usual 's'.

92. Did you ever get a foreign object op your nose? Nah.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? Idk. I want to play swords and guns with my boy but I also want to dress up and play with my girl's hair. 😂😂😂

94. What talents do you have? I can draw but only to my preferences. Beyond that? Nah. I'm too lazy to try painting and watercolor.

95. Sun or Moon? Both 💕

96. How did you get your name? Through my aunts.

97. Are you religious? Yeah.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Nope.99. Color of your bedspread? Atm it's pink. 100. Tumblr best friend? No.1 hater here @goldsteindigger 🐈🐈🐈 I tag Ms. answer to question 100 next: @goldsteindigger be grateful, paki-bilisan haha 😂😂😂

[peaches-of-1]

Love at First Sight- Hoseok

Pairing: Student!Reader x Hoseok

Genre: Fluff, cute

Links to others: Namjoon | Seokjin | Taehyung | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jungkook | Jimin

Wrong turn, Siri. Wrong fucking turn! All Hoseok wanted was to find a good place to eat lunch. He had been suggested this new restaurant that specialized in American-Mexican food and decided to try it.

It was also a nice day out, so he decided to walk and follow his phone’s directions. Now, he was simply running from an overwhelming amount of teenage youths because one guard was not enough for what was supposed to be a casual outing.

Instead, Hobi passed by a party location popular with girls during several birthday parties. He just had to get far enough away that the pursing fans didn’t see where he hid, but there was nothing but a straight path for another block.

After some very convenient movers got in the way, it bought him some time. There was an apartment complex, gated. He slid past a nice looking young man and quickly traded hats with him.

“Mine’s expensive, so please take care of it! Thank you!” Hoseok said before bounding up to the roof.

He was 97% sure none of his fans saw him go inside the gate. Hoseok was struggling to catch his breath. His lungs were on fire. In dance, he learned how to pace himself due to the laid out steps and practice, knowing when it would end. With running, there was no plan, no practice, and he just had to keep going for safety.

“Need some water?” Big earthy eyes peered from behind coral a water bottle.

“Oh God yes, thank you!” He guzzled it down, spilling some on himself. Then he looked at who gave it to him.

A very pretty girl with her hair in braids looked at him with concern. His mouth gaped open and even more water spilled onto his chest.

She giggled, covering her mouth, “You ok there?”

Hoseok closed his mouth and wiped it with his arm, “Yes, you’re just. Thank you.”

He looked past her and saw an umbrella with a blanket spread under it covered in a few books and a laptop.

“What are you doing on the roof?”

“Homework. I’ve got a book report due in two days. I’ve not been feeling well, so I’ve been able to read, but not write.”

He eyed the bottle suspiciously. Another laugh.

“Don’t worry. I only used disposable cups when I was ill. I’d never do anything to get you sick, J-Hope.”

[Switch to second person POV]

You bit your lip. Both of you were kind of awkward yet polite. You spoke at the same time.

“You first.” He laughed.

“Uh, do you wanna wait up here until your other fans go away?”

He nodded, “Yes, please. I’ll try not to interrupt.”

You smiled and led him to your shaded spot, “No worries. I was just about to take a break.”

The two of you sat and you moved your laptop off the blanket after making sure everything was saved. Hoseok picked up one of your books and read the English title out loud. After looking at you, he asked what your paper was about.

You told him the prompt was ‘Does fantasy work in a Modern Society? Why or why not?’

“What do you think?” He asked, thumbing through the book.

“It did in the past, it does now, and it will in the future. People will create fantasy as long as they have imagination. It works because there’s still interest for the genre on both sides, reading fantasy and writing it. There are also so many other subjects and themes you can mix in.” He was listening so intently, it made you shy. “At least, I think it does.”

Hoseok agreed, “I think so too, and I love...”

Your eyes locked with his and you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. What did he have to blush about?

He handed you the book, “I love the way you speak about it. So much passion.”

You smiled, “Thanks. Do you want anything to eat?”

His stomach growled, and he laughed, embarrassed, “They made me run away from lunch.” He said in reference to the teens who had chased him into your company. Thank you rabid fans.

After opening up the bag of food you brought up, you offered the very casual k-pop star a tupperware of leftover pasta along with some utensils. You told him it was four cheese Alfredo, and he happily accepted. Making your way back over, you pulled your headphones out of your laptop by tripping over them.

This is when you realized you hadn’t stopped the music. It was playing the whole time and it was currently on “MAMA”

Frozen in place, you sighed, “And here I was trying so hard to be cool.” You handed him the food.

He laughed and replied, “I think you’re very cool. Thank you for helping me, and the food. For just being amazing.”

You stopped the music, “I’d do it for anyone.”

His hand went over yours, “That’s why you’re cool.”

The thumping in your chest reached your ears, “I’d better get back to work.”

“I’ll leave as soon as I’m done eating.”

“No, take as much time as you need.I like the company.” You got into working position. “Anything you’d like to listen to?”

He named an American female artist. You searched her up and played a random song. It was good. Not really your type of music, but you didn’t hate it. Perfect study music. It was really nice to have someone talk your thoughts through with as you wrote.

It was over before you knew it. He did stay longer than he probably needed to.

Before he left, he gave you an email address you could talk to him through. You smiled and hugged him. He hugged you back and kissed your cheek.

“Er, I really like you. Bye.”

He was surprised by the look on his face. You were surprised too. You’d talk to him later. For now, you had to pack up your things and head inside, touching the spot where he kissed you.

[envyjodie-blog]

The not so happily ever after.

Jodie trailed to her car with her things in tow, her face holding a blank expression as she thought of the events that transpired between her and Ms.Moreau. She didn’t really like the thought of going home to her parents because she didn’t wanna see her dad lie to her mother. It hurt her deeply and little by little, depression began to form within her. Something she thought she’d never go through being that she was a teen that held excitement and love inside. Once she stuck the key into her trunk to open it, she let out a loud sigh as she threw her things into it. Slamming the trunks door down she then turned her back to the car leaning against it and staring up at the dark lit school thinking of how this may be her last time seeing it if she was to tell her mother that her father was cheating and how she yet again they’d be moving to another state, without her father.

She smiled to herself at all the memories she made from her Sophomore year, up until now. She’d made great friends that she never wants to leave behind and also she loved California for it’s weather and great opportunities. Dropping her daze from the school site, she made her way to the drivers side of the car before getting into the vehicle and starting it’s engine. Before she backed out of the school, she hit her old school playlist on Apple Music allowing the speakers to soothe her ears of ‘Isley Brothers’ tunes. She put the car into gear and was now on the familiar road that lead an hour to her home in Corona, CA. Another city she had grown accustomed to aside Beverly Hills.

Once Jodie was home, she noticed her sister’s car in the drive way along side her mother’s but not her father’s. it caused speculations to rise within her and she also was very nervous. She began to think of if her mother had found out already and that scared her. She didn’t want her to know for her own selfish reasons. She didn’t want to move and she didn’t want her family to be broken up. So many things roamed her mind as she pulled up behind her sister’s car cutting the engine.

“Home?” she asked herself as looked up at the modern family home along side the others that trailed the friendly neighborhood. The lights were on which meant her mother and sister we’re up. And around this time was dinner which her mother faithfully made every night. Her mother represented power, strength, love and happiness. She didn’t understand why her father would do such dirt to the woman he had been with for over 22 years. Huffing she dragged herself out of her car, slamming her door behind her and making her way up to her front door. She didn’t feel enough energy to remove her things for she just wanted to see what was going on on the inside of her home.

Fishing for the keys in her pockets she opened the door hearing the bell around Juno’s neck as he ran with speed up to her. “Hey baby! Hi mommy’s baby!” she spoke excitedly to the blue eyed pit she owned since her 17th birthday. Closing the door behind her, she called after her mother hearing her yell that she was in the kitchen. Her voice didn’t sound upset so she knew she still hadn’t knew anything. As she headed towards the kitchen, she fondled with her fingers biting down on her bottom lip. It was something she did when she was nervous or upset.

“Hey niña.” her mom greeted her with a smile once she entered the kitchen. Raising her brow in confusion at her mother’s happiness as she leaned against the counter watching her cook what looked to be Alfredo pasta, she took a deep breath as she said to herself. “His favorite..”

“Hi mommy. Where’s daddy?” she said simply taking a seat onto one of the bar stools.

“Ah, he went to the store to get me more Alfredo niña. ¿Como estuvo tu viaje?” she questioned her. Jodie was used to her mother speaking spanish and then english in the same sentence. It was a way she had with Sariyah and her from when they we’re little to help them learn spanish. Jodie despised speaking the second language she knew because she loved being Black more than a Latina. But she always answered to her mother in Spanish out of respect.

“Fue genial. No me importa esa mierda.” she spoke fluently with attitude. Once she noticed her mother scolding her for cursing she bowed her head smirking a bit. “Sorry mommy.. Look i’m going to get changed.” she said as she listened to her mother rant about her cursing but allowing her to go on to her room. As Jodie was on her way to her room she seen her dad walking in which caused her to freeze although her body continued to move. It was like she was stuck in a trance seeing her father. She didn’t make eye contact at all although through her peripheral she could see him smiling at her. Happy to see her back ofcourse.

“Baby girl! How was your trip?” he asked her happily making his way to her to hug. She simply moved away smiling fake to him and nodding her head. “Good dad.. Good.” she said before making her way up the stairs. She knew he was wondering why she didn’t greet them like she always did. With her jump onto his body and then the kiss to the cheek followed by the cute handshake they had. To Jodie, her father was no man that deserved love from his first born. In fact he didnt deserve his children at all. Making her way to her room, stomping her feet against the floor, she finally let the tears escape once she hit her room. She didn’t realize she was packing a suitcase of clothes until her puppy began barking at her. Even he knew what was wrong and he was just a baby.

“Shut up Junie. Get out!” she yelled at the dog. She had never yelled at him so when he began to whimper she felt bad but she didnt want him to keep her home. Her plan was to runaway and the dare devil being that Jodie was, she was going and not coming back. Once her suitcase was packed she dragged the bag forcefully to her window before throwing it out of it and watching the bag land onto the grass. She then climbed out of the window, making her way down the flower bed board on the side of their home. She was so used to sneaking out of the house because of that thing, that it became a habit to just go. Her feet landing onto the grass, caused a sudden rush to pick up in her body which helped her to pick up her suitcase immediately. Just as she was doing so, she noticed her father and mother dancing through the living room window to their wedding song. She could hear the song blaring which made her smile to herself as she mumbled the words to the song to herself as she watched her father sing it to her mother.

“Then you told me that you loved me

More than anything in your life

So I asked you would you do me

The honor of being my wife.

I will be your man,

Your protector you bestfriend

Till my humble life is ended

And time begins again, couldn’t we be

Couldn’t we be the happily ever after.”

she sung the song that was by Case. It was one of her favorite songs and she remembered when her father and mother danced to it at their wedding. Wiping her tears away that streamed down on their own, she proceeded her way to her car and leaving the place that she called home.

“Hasta la vista, baby.”