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storiesfromthefarm · 2 years ago

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STORIES FROM THE FARM ✿ chapter 6

╰a Poly!SVT kpop au

╰ feat. SVT, original female character

╰ mentions of zombie apocalypse, implied character death, slice of life, ari is bad at math

╰ index: - Haraboji: 할아버지, trans. grandfather - Halbi: 할비, trans. nickname, short for 할아버지 - Gongjunim: 공주님, trans. princess - makgeolli: 막걸리, trans. a Korean sparkling rice wine drink. sometimes referred to as a farmer’s drink, popular among the rural working-class - bibimbap: 비빔밥, trans. mixed rice dish - Hyung: 형, trans. brother; familiar term for a younger male toward an older male

“That’s good and sturdy!” Halbi said as he gave the post a good shake. “You boys learn quick! Now that we got the fence set up, we’ll go round the other side and attach the crate.”

“But Haraboji, why attach the crate with food on the other side? Won’t it draw animals closer? Isn’t the point to keep them out?” Seungcheol asked.

“It is. Long time ago, though, I tried this here method out. I got to thinkin’ to myself, if food’s what they’re after, give ‘em some and maybe they’ll move on. Instead of gettin’ in and ruinin’ the whole field, they take their fill from this here crate and then move along. Keeps ‘em comin’ around lookin’ for the next meal, sure, but also keeps ‘em out the rest of the crops. Don’t have to fill it with much anymore, barely get deer these days, just some scraps from the house, maybe a bit of fruit and they leave the rest of it alone.”

The members nodded in understanding. “Let’s go ahead and move on slowly. Now, between you and me,” he started conspiratorially, “this work don’t take all that long. Gongjunim don’t know that, though, so we’ll take our time.”

“Oh, Haraboji, speaking of Ari-ssi…” Seokmin pointed in the distance.

Ari was walking down the path easily, dragging a utility cart behind her. When she finally reached them, they saw it was full of plastic cups and a large jug of water.

They looked different like this, Ari thought. Halbi had furnished all of them with farmer’s hats and gloves, and they were all sweating slightly under the warm sun, some of their white shirts now stained. Some of them had dirt on their knees. She had intended to laugh at the irony of idols doing work around her farm, but she got sidetracked when - to her surprise - she found them, dare she say, even more attractive?

She shook her head, grabbing a pack of wipes from the cart and handing it over. “Here. I brought some water.”

She filled up a glass and handed it to Halbi, who finished wiping his brow. “Didn’t bring any makgeolli?” He eyed the cart.

“Halbi, you’re going to start sweating makgeolli. Please drink some water.”

She began filling glasses one by one, handing them over as she looked around. “You already fixed this section? That was pretty quick.”

“Not a thing to it! Good, strong workers, these boys! Whole lot o’ fence to go yet, though!”

“Are you getting hungry?” Ari asked. “I can start lunch soon.”

“Anything you boys been wantin’ to eat? Can’t eat worth a damn, but Gongjunim’s a great cook! Cook ya’ nearly anything you like.”

“Cold noodle soup…” Longingly.

“Spicy rice cakes!” Excitedly.

“Pork belly.” Sadly.

Ari sighed. “How about bibimbap?”

“Yahh, bibimbap!”

“Halbi, we’ll use most of the eggs. Can you bring some more in later?”

“We will.” He nodded.

She gathered the cups from them and set them back in the cart. She hesitated a moment. “…Who likes yolk and who likes fried?”

The boys all exchanged quick glances before stating their preferences and Ari nodded. “Halbi,” she said as she made to turn and leave, “the demons ate earlier, so if they come up and try to tell you I didn’t feed them, they’re dirty little liars.” Ari raised a hand in parting and left up the dirt path.

“Demons?” Jun asked curiously.

“Field cats!” Halbi cheered. “Four of ‘em. Good at keepin’ pests outta the crops. Never took much to Gongjunim; they only like her for the food. Kept getting her feelings hurt when she first moved here ‘cause they wouldn’t sit with ‘er. She always liked dogs better, anyway. ”

“Haraboji, if the field cats are wild, how is it that they…?”

“Well, animals got instincts, don’t they? Them cats know trouble when they see it. Usually stick pretty close to the farm, anyway, since they was raised here and we feed ‘em good. Come on. We’ll fix another section up that way and then head in.”

“Haraboji,” Seungkwan started, “Ari-ssi mentioned yesterday that you don’t get many on the farm?”

“That’s right. Not many people out this way to begin with, so not many to turn. If we ever get ‘em, they come wanderin’ in from somewhere else. Gongjunim always takes care of ‘em, though.”

“Eh?” Mingyu asked surprised.

“Haraboji,” Joshua asked slowly, “Ari-ssi is the one who fights them?”

“‘Course she is! I’m old! You think I wanna go around fightin’ monsters?” he exclaimed loudly. “Gongjunim the one been taking care of things like that. Always makin’ sure us old folk were safe.”

“But…for someone like Ari-ssi…” Minghao trailed off.

“Now, don’t you worry ‘bout her. Gongjunim has ‘er ways. Only reason this whole place has lasted for so long is cause she keeps it safe.”

“She just doesn’t seem like the type to fight,” Joshua said cautiously.

“Scrawny, i’nit she? But I told ‘ya - she’s got ‘er ways.”

- - -

Making meals for fourteen was a lot more stressful than Ari had anticipated.

Soup was one thing: just use the biggest pot and throw in extra ingredients, but - she paused, staring at the rice cooker - how much rice did fourteen people eat? What was the ratio again? One person needs a cup of cooked rice, but that’s half a cup of dry rice, times fourteen people, so…she stared at her fingers as she counted. The wheels in her brain spun, tangling together as she buffered.

“Twenty…eight? That seems like way too many cups. Oh, whatever!” She finally exclaimed loudly, stomping into the auxiliary kitchen and pulling out another rice cooker. “I’ll just fill them both and if we have extra, they’ll have fried rice for dinner.”

Frustrated, she pulled out a large metal bowl, ready to wash the rice. “Wait but…then how much do I wash again?”

- - -

“Haraboji, is Ari-ssi the reason you all have so much, too? All of the extra shampoo and things we used. How is it she has so much around?”

“Well,” Halbi heaved a stake out of the cart, “even before all this, when Gongjunim was fixin’ up the farm, she liked to keep things lyin’ around. Used to be, we’d have farm hands and seasonal workers to help out us elders during the busy season. Always needed extra supplies, so when Gongjunim fixed up the community building, she went out and bought piles o’ things: clothes and gloves and hats and all kinds of hygienics and such to keep in it. Couldn’t offer a star salary back when we was hard up, so she let ‘em use it all and take it home if they needed it. Moved the whole lot of it into the house after the world went crazy, and she picks up anything she thinks might come in handy any time she goes out, too. Got all kinds o’ crazy things stocked in that basement.”

“Ari-ssi goes out?” Jihoon asked.

“Oh, sure. Goes for supplies when we need ‘em. Stocks up in the city few times a year, usually before the weather changes too bad.”

“The city? She goes all the way to Seoul?”

Halbi grunted in confirmation. “Always brings back a pile o’ stuff. If she thinks we’ll have a need for it in our whole life, she brings it back to the farm. Had to send her out last year before the snow came for some tarp and rods and such. Bad storm blew some of the vertical farm down, so we had to fix it before the frost.”

“She goes alone?” Chan asked, frowning.

“Mn.”

“Haraboji…isn’t that dangerous for someone like Ari-ssi to handle all by herself?” Seokmin asked, concerned.

“Can’t be helped, can it? Someone’s gotta do it, and she insists someone’s gotta stay and watch the farm. She’s all right, though. Not much you need to worry about with Gongjunim when it comes to that.” He frowned, growing quiet. “Well, like I said…she has her own ways.”

- - -

Frazzled, Ari stepped onto the porch and irritably rung the small bell.

She had severely overestimated the rice. Nearly an entire pot’s worth was unused. Her calculations had gone wrong somewhere. “Gone wrong everywhere,” she snarked at herself. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she shook it off. “It’s fine, though. We can still eat it tonight. It’s not wasted.”

More than the irritating rice situation, Ari’s head was beginning to throb. The stinging behind her eyes had dimmed slightly, now that they were moving away from the property, but the stress of having to move them during broad daylight when she knew Halbi and the others were right outside…

Moving back into the house, she set the table quickly: fourteen bowls of bibimbap along with side dishes full of kimchi, fried zucchini, and Halbi’s favorite seasoned radish.

She almost settled into a chair before she jumped back up. “Drinks,” she sighed.

How did they manage? she wondered. She supposed they were adults, could always take care of themselves, but she knew they must also all take care of each other. Having to cook and clean and do laundry for twelve people was already beginning to exhaust her. If nothing else, they could never stay, otherwise she’d faint just trying to keep up.

After filling enough glasses, she brought them over to the table slowly. She poured herself a glass of tea before collapsing into a chair, groaning. The door opened to a chorus of chatter as the thirteen men entered, kicking off their boots.

“It smells so good in here!”

“Go wash up,” she said tiredly. “It’s all ready.”

“All right, Gongjunim?” Halbi asked as he came to wash his hands at the kitchen sink. “Yah, what’d you make so much rice for?”

She frowned. “I’m fine. I buffered with the rice, and it got a little…cloudy earlier.” She ran a hand through her hair, holding the back of her neck as she closed her eyes.

Halbi paused momentarily, turning to stare at her before nodding. “Cloudy, huh…”

She nodded.

“Cloudy? It looked clear all day!” Mingyu said curiously as he came in from the spare room.

“It cleared up,” Ari offered, directing the answer toward Halbi as he sat down.

Mingyu furrowed his brow, confused. He shrugged it off, however, when he spotted the table full of food. The other members filed in, taking their seats quickly. “Go ahead and take your time,” Halbi said. “We’ll call it done for today. Don’t wanna work ya’ too hard on the first day out.”

Ari wasn’t paying attention, so he sent a quick wink toward the boys. They all dug in after a quick thanks, and Seungcheol noticed that Ari was moving considerably slower than normal. A noticeable exhaustion sat under her eyes.

“Ari-ssi, are you all right?”

Her hand paused mid-mix, turning to look at him with wide eyes. “…Fine!” she said suddenly, her voice pitched. “…Headache,” she followed simply. She cleared her throat, turning her attention back on her bowl, which she began to mix in earnest.

“Do you…need some medicine?” Minghao asked. “We have a little left. It’s expired but it still works all right.”

She paused, looking back up with wide eyes again. Why would he offer her medicine, if they only have a little left? “No, we - we have some. It’s fine. …Thanks,” she mumbled. He nodded.

“Ari-ssi, Haraboji told us you sometimes go into the city.”

At this, her eyes narrowed as she turned toward the old man. “Oh, did he?”

“Aren’t you scared, going out all alone?” Chan asked. “It’s gotten too dangerous in the city; that’s why we left.”

“Scared?” Ari couldn’t stop the snort that left her throat. “The only thing I’m scared of are bees.”

“And bugs,” Halbi offered, taking a large bite of his rice. “Mice,” he said through the food, “snakes, touchin’ raw meat and wet food in the sink.”

“Thank you, Halbi,” she said through gritted teeth. The boys all chuckled.

“But Ari-ssi, even if you aren’t scared - how can you go into the city alone? How do you manage to get around without them seeing you?” Joshua asked. “We always made sure to travel together to look out for each other, and even with that we sometimes had…close calls.” His voice trailed off quietly, realizing what he’d just said.

Ari felt the mood shift dramatically. All the members went quiet, most chewing quietly, some even putting down their utensils.

“Aigoo, what’s this?” Halbi asked. “Gongjunim’s just careful. Told ya she had her ways.”

“Halbi,” she said softly, shaking her head minutely.

“What?” he gruffed. “What’s this doom and gloom all of a sudden?”

Seungcheol cleared his throat. “We’re sorry. It’s just - well, before we left the city…”

He remembered the look on Wonwoo’s face vividly. The pain the bite caused him as he jerked his arm away, the look of horror on his face as he turned and saw the members trying to reach him. His voice cracked as he screamed at them to leave. To just go, leave him behind. How he was done for anyway. Seungcheol’s hands shook, and he quickly placed them on his lap.

“Hyung?”

Halbi sighed deeply, nodding. “Lose someone, did ‘ya?” he asked gently.

“One of our members,” Vernon offered very quietly. “He was…like a brother to us.”

“Sorry to hear it,” Halbi offered. “All the young people goin’ too soon in this world.” He sighed again. “But you just remember him like he was. He’s lookin’ down on ya’.”

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linkedkeysau-official · 2 years ago

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Whumptober 2022- Linked Keys edition

Day 7- Shaking hands/silent panic attack/seizures (+ art)

Mask knew it wasn't going to be a fun day. He felt congested, and achy, and just all around not good, not to mention tired— as he had gone yet another night without sleep— but even more so than usual. Immediately he could tell he was coming down with a cold or some kind of illness. His throat burned as he tried to take a drink of water, and his nose was so stuffed up that he could only breathe through his mouth. Yeah he definitely must have caught something during the group's travels. Still, it wasn't like he couldn't function. It sucked, but he had pushed through tougher days than this. As such, he did his best to act normally as he went to join the other heroes for breakfast.

"Morning, Sprite. Sleep well?" Warriors asked. Mask shrugged, sitting down on the ground without a word.

"Did you sleep at all? Cuz kid… no offense but you look like shit." Wild commented, soon turning his attention back to the eggs he was cooking.

"I… slept." Mask hesitantly lied. Warriors gave him a look.

"Okay maybe I didn't sleep as much as I should have but I'm fine. Really!" Mask rolled his eyes. Warriors let out a sigh,

"Fine. As long as you're not using that damned mask again." Mask knew exactly what he was talking about: the All-Night mask, which prevents the wearer from sleeping as long as it's on, and which Mask had used to intentionally deprive himself of sleep for the sake of not having nightmares. Was that potentially a reason for him getting sick now? Yeah. But Mask would rather have a cold for a short time than be plagued with nightmares every night.

"Alright, it's done. Who wants some fried eggs and rice?" Wild called out to the rest of the camp. Several hands went up. Others, who had still been asleep, rose groggily upon either hearing something about eggs or smelling the food itself and knowing breakfast was ready. Mask hadn't eaten since the early lunch they had yesterday, but for some reason his appetite didn't perk up when he saw the food. He couldn't even smell it, his nose was so clogged. Wild offered him a plate anyway, and Mask shook his head in refusal, but Warriors spoke up on his behalf.

"He'll have some too." The captain turned to his adopted son, "You need to eat something. We're going to be walking all day, and it's not good to be active like that and not eat anything beforehand."

"M'not hungry." Mask muttered.

"I didn't ask. At least eat some of it. I'll eat what you don't want, but you need to at least have some of both the egg and the rice." Warriors said firmly, handing Mask the plate of food. Mask groaned, but didn't argue. Instead he began absentmindedly picking at the contents of his plate, trying to get the motivation to take a bite.

"Everyone, eat quickly. We need to be on the road as soon as possible if we're going to make it back to Harbortown before dark." Time announced. They needed to get back to their ship so they could sail out to their next destination, and every day they wasted on land was another that Nihrie was gathering power, making their quest a little bit harder, and posing more and more of a threat to the innocent people of this world.

"Come on, Time. We've been moving around nonstop since we got back to this island. Can't we rest just this once?" Paint whined.

"Yeah, we won't be able to help anyone if we're all too sore and tired to move, let alone fight." Wind agreed.

"You can rest on the ship. It's going to be a long trip north to that volcanic island anyway. You all have endured far, far worse than a few days of walking. It is a mild discomfort, it won't kill you to go one more day." Time said firmly. Several groans came after this announcement, but nobody argued. Everyone knew the Hero of Time's stubbornness was nearly unmatched. As if to demonstrate this, his younger counterpart was still dragging his feet with breakfast.

"Mask, hurry up and eat! You haven't taken a single bite yet!" Warriors scolded.

"I'm. not. Hungry." Mask argued, "Told you that already."

"Well, too bad. I am not going to watch you starve yourself again, so either you start eating or I will feed that to you like a baby."

"Ugh, fine!" Mask groaned. He didn't feel like eating, but he really didn't want the embarrassment of being fed like an infant. Warriors had proven that he can and will resort to that method, and Mask didn't really want to repeat that experience, so he reluctantly shoveled a bite of egg and some rice into his mouth. He could hardly even taste it, though he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse right now. He glanced over at Warriors, continuing to force his food down until the captain looked content.

"Can I be done now?" Mask whined,

"Sure." Warriors sighed, taking the plate from him to finish it himself. He wished there was a better way to get Mask to eat. The kid had a horrible habit of ignoring his own needs, and it has more than once resulted in severe sleep deprivation, near-starvation, and more often than not, pushing himself to the point of literal collapse before he would admit he was not okay. Warriors tried his hardest, but the fact was sometimes the Sprite simply didn't want to eat. And Warriors couldn't force him to without physically shoving food down his throat. The kid's stubbornness was concerning, but it had always kept him going when things got almost too tough to handle.

And yet, while this behavior wasn't out of the ordinary for Mask, Warriors couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something the kid wasn't telling him, or anyone for that matter. He just couldn't figure out what. All he knew was that Mask was moving a bit more sluggish than usual. It could very well be leftover tiredness from the night before, and Warriors tried to convince himself he was worrying for nothing, but given the Sprite’s track record, his instincts were telling him there was something else.

"You're not sick, are you, Sprite?"

"Huh?" Mask asked, so surprised at how fast his dad had guessed the truth that he didn't have time to think of a lie, "M-Maybe. It's just a cold, though. I'll be fine." He confessed. Warriors stared at him skeptically before shrugging,

"If you say so. But promise me that if you start feeling worse you'll tell me, okay? I don't want you pushing yourself too hard if you're getting sick."

"'Kay. I will." Mask nodded. He probably wasn't going to. Admitting that he felt bad would lead everyone else to start babying him. He hated when people treated him like some helpless infant. He'd handled far worse before. He could push through this and just get some rest when they made it to Harbortown.

He moved quite a bit slower than usual. And nobody could miss the near-incessant sniffling and the occasional cough that slipped out. A few times, the others would cast a glance over at him as if to ask if he was okay, but a sharp glare from the kid immediately made them back off. Even at 10 years old, the Hero of Time had his death stare down pat. Honestly he probably would have been fine if things had stayed the way they were. But given the boys' luck thus far, he should have known it would take a turn for the worse.

As the boys reached roughly their halfway point, it began to rain. It started out as a light sprinkle, then became a drizzle, and less than an hour later it was a full-on downpour. The problem was, in the middle of an open field like this— with the chain having left the cover of the forest behind before the rain even started— there was no place the boys could go to find shelter without backtracking almost the same distance they had left to travel. No, it was best to keep going and to tough it out. A little rain never hurt anyone. Well… usually.

Everyone was soaking wet within minutes, including Mask. The young Hero of Time tried to hide it, but it was hard to miss the way he shivered every so often. Out of everyone, he had the least amount of protection from the elements as far as clothing went, in what basically equated to a thin short-sleeved shirt, a pair of shorts, and some oversized boots. He of all people had to be freezing in this weather. And yet when both Wild and Sky offered him their cloak and sailcloth respectively to help shield him from the rain, the kid once again refused their help, even throwing the extra layers onto the muddy ground when they tried to force him to wear them anyway (Sky was very upset that his nice white sailcloth, handmade by his Zelda, had gotten muddy but was assured that it could be washed).

"Hey! Stop! I said I'm fine! I don't need—" Mask shouted as another pair of hands tried to force another piece of extra clothing on him.

"Just wear the damn scarf, Sprite. You're only going to get worse otherwise." Warriors told him firmly. Mask wanted to argue, but he bit his tongue. There was no arguing with dad. Plus he did love that scarf… Always so soft and warm, and a great reminder that Warriors was there— that Mask was safe— whenever he was scared or upset.

"I don't need you all to baby me. I'm fine on my own." Mask grumbled, attempting to hold back another cough.

"It's not us babying you, it's called being smart and making sure nobody freezes in this weather. You don't want to get sicker, do you?" Warriors rolled his eyes. Mask grumbled something under his breath, not wanting to admit out loud that Warriors was right.

"Hey, there's a big tree up ahead, maybe we can stop under there and take a break while we wait for this rain to stop!" Tracks pointed.

"Might not be a bad idea." Time agreed. Everyone ran ahead and gathered underneath the tree that Tracks had pointed out. This being the closest thing they had to a shelter, the boys were glad to at least be out of the worst of the rain, though it was still cold, and many of them were huddling together for warmth.

"Hey, if anyone's hungry, I've got some apples we can munch on while we wait." Wild offered.

"Oh, sweet, thanks!" Wind grinned as he took one.

"Yeah thanks, Wild. I'm starving." Four took one as well. Nearly everyone had taken one, and it was surprising to see just how many of the little red fruits Wild had stored in that crazy Slate of his, but they were grateful for it. A little snack was much appreciated at the moment.

"Want one, Mask?" Wild asked. Mask shook his head.

"You're just not hungry today, are you?" Wild asked. It was strange. Usually the kid would always eagerly gobble up whatever Wild made, sometimes so eagerly that the others feared he may choke. But today he didn't seem interested in Wild's cooking, or somewhat-freshly-picked snacks, at all. Wild wasn't the type to worry, especially about a kid who was already so strange to begin with, but when he would even turn down Wild's cooking, that was a clear sign that something was up.

"You really should have one, Mask. Some fruit would actually help you get over this cold. Not to mention a snack would be good for keeping your energy up." Warriors urged. Mask hesitated, but eventually took one from Wild, nibbling on it slowly. He still wasn't hungry, but if what Wars was saying was right, hopefully this would help to get him back on his feet where he could actually be useful to the group, and not just dead weight— a pathetic lump of sickness— until he recovered.

Another hour passed, and the rain finally stopped. Time and Warriors were now getting everyone ready to go again. The others were thankful for the break, and now more energized than they were that morning. Well, all except Mask. If anything the kid was even more tired than before. No matter how much Warriors tried to urge him to get up, he didn't want to. Fearing this was a sign of the sickness getting worse, Warriors knelt down beside him, gently placing a hand over his son's forehead. It was barely noticeable, but he did seem a bit warmer than normal. Definitely had at least a mild fever, which would certainly explain the sudden reluctance to move.

"Okay, Sprite. Up we go." Warriors, not caring whether or not Mask wanted to be carried, slipped his arms underneath the kid's legs and behind his back. Mask leaned against him, clinging to his tunic as he was lifted up. He buried his face in his father's shoulder, trying to concentrate on the light bouncing as the older hero walked and the warmth and softness of the scarf still around his neck and shoulders, rather than how much everything hurt; His head throbbed, nearly every muscle in his body ached, and he could hardly breathe through his nose at this point. Honestly he was kind of glad to have a break.

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The sun was setting by the time the boys reached the town; they'd still somehow made it in perfect time. Half the group then went to stock up on food and supplies for the upcoming voyage while the others went straight to the inn, requesting two of the largest rooms they had (the boys were comfortable enough around each other that they were perfectly fine sharing a room with 7 or 8 others). Warriors had to set Mask down while he reached for his wallet to pay the innkeeper, and from the moment Mask was put back on his feet, he felt a strange sensation through the discomfort he was already experiencing. Lights and colors seemed brighter than they had moments ago. The air around him seemed to chill and heat up drastically at the same time. He stumbled a few times as Warriors walked him up the stairs. Then all of a sudden, he collapsed.

Twilight, his wolflike senses still strong even in his regular form, could vaguely sense that there was something wrong. Something about Mask had changed as Warriors set him down on the ground. He’d known the kid was sick, but this gave him a really bad feeling that it could be worse than anyone anticipated, even if he couldn’t figure out why. Hyrule had gone into the village to stock up on supplies with Wild, Ravio, and Time, and they hadn’t yet returned, meaning the healer wouldn’t be able to help at the moment. The next best person would be Legend. As Warriors and Mask began heading up the stairs, Twilight had alerted the veteran hero to his concerns and asked that he go with them. And what a good thing it was that he did.

Legend saw the kid suddenly collapse in the middle of the hallway. He saw Warriors freeze up as Mask’s body began convulsing violently, as if the kid had completely lost control of his muscles. Legend knew right away what was going on: Mask was having a seizure, and Legend needed to act fast.

“MOVE!!!” He cried, shoving Warriors aside as he rushed towards the kid. He quickly placed his hand underneath Mask’s head so he wouldn’t hit it on the floor and injure himself. With some difficulty, he managed to get the kid laying on his side, as this would ensure that if he vomited, he wouldn’t choke.

“Wars, I need you to–” Legend started to say before he looked back and saw that the captain was still frozen in place, face white as a sheet, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. He didn’t seem to hear anything Legend said.

“HEY! SOMEONE GO GET HYRULE, NOW! MASK IS… MASK IS IN DANGER!” Legend called out to the other heroes downstairs. He then turned his attention back to the task at hand. How long had this been going on? About 30 seconds? That seemed about right, though to be safe he'd say it was 40. Legend had to keep track of the time; if the seizure didn’t stop within about 2 minutes, there was a much higher chance of it being life-threatening.

50 seconds. Legend could hear a door slam shut downstairs. Hopefully that was someone either going to find Hyrule, or coming back with him.

60 seconds. The convulsions hadn't stopped. Legend kept a close eye on the kid's movements, trying to determine if he was still breathing okay.

70 seconds. It was finally beginning to slow, but that didn't exactly mean Mask was out of the woods yet.

80 seconds. Mask began retching as if he were about to vomit. Legend felt bad as he did so all over the floor, but that could wait until after he knew Mask was safe. Despite his hatred for the Goddesses, Legend was praying to any of them that could possibly reach them in this world that Mask would be okay.

After 90 seconds, it seemed his prayers had been answered. A minute and a half, and Mask finally regained control over his body. Legend breathed a sigh of relief as his body stilled, with the exception of the heavy rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. He was still breathing… they should consider themselves lucky for that. The sound of the door again, followed by hurried footsteps up the stairs caught Legend's attention. Hyrule had returned.

"I heard Mask was in trouble and came as fast as I could. What happened?" The healer asked.

"He had a seizure. And I think it may have been caused by a fever, because he's really warm." Legend explained.

"WHAT?!" Hyrule demanded, rushing to the spot where Legend had been as the latter stood up and made room for him. Indeed the child did feel very warm. It was a relief to see that he was still breathing, and his pulse— while being very fast— was strong. Hyrule used the edge of his sleeve to wipe the bile from the child's face. Mask seemed to have lost consciousness, but hopefully he would wake up in a few minutes.

While Hyrule made sure Mask hadn't injured himself, Legend turned his attention to Warriors. The captain was clearly still not in a good state either, sliding his back down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, head buried in his hands, trembling. Legend could have sworn he heard him sobbing very quietly, as if trying not to be heard. Legend, for once, couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Poor guy must have been scared out of his mind… he thought. It only made sense, seeing your own child in that state and not knowing what caused it or how to help.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked, sitting down facing Warriors. He didn't respond.

"Wars? Captain!" At the word captain, Warriors' head snapped up to face Legend, "Are you okay?"

Warriors didn't know how to respond. He'd never been good at letting himself be emotionally vulnerable in front of others, especially those he was supposed to lead or who looked up to him. It caught him off guard when he realized Legend had seen him crying. But… He couldn't pretend he was okay this time. Not after that. Not after seeing his son collapse, violent convulsions wracking his tiny, frail body, and… him freezing up. Not even being able to move and help. Having to watch Legend take it upon himself to keep his son from hurting himself further. He shook his head, another sob escaping his lips. He was not okay. He mentally kicked himself for admitting it; Legend would probably never let him live it down. The big strong war captain, breaking down and crying over a sick child, even if it was his sick child. But much to his surprise, Legend didn't say anything of the sort. Instead he spoke with an uncharacteristic level of compassion behind his voice.

"Hey. Look at me. I know you were scared, and there is absolutely no shame in it. Your son just had a seizure, you have every right to be scared. In fact I'd be worried if you weren't scared by this. I was too. Look, my hands are still shaking." Legend held out his hands for Warriors to see, and indeed, they were still shaking from the scare that Mask had just given both boys.

"I froze… He collapsed and I just… I froze. I didn't even try to help… He's my son, dammit! I should have done something!" Warriors wailed.

"You were in shock. You looked about ready to faint. You couldn't have done anything in that state. There's a reason I followed you up here, because Twilight had a feeling something would happen, and I was best equipped to handle it in Rulie's absence." Legend explained.

"You did good, Ledge." Hyrule spoke up behind him, "Aside from a small bruise on his right arm, probably from when he fell, he came out almost completely uninjured. And that's good, because that means he's probably gonna recover without issue, provided we can get this fever to go down. You're right, it does seem pretty high. I've got some medicine in my bag downstairs that might help, but we have to wait until he wakes up to give it to him. Until then we should probably have him lay down in a proper bed… Should be safe to move him now. Are you okay to carry him, Wars, or do you need me to? You are looking a little pale—"

"I can do it." Warriors hurriedly replied. He couldn't do anything during the seizure itself; the least he could do was to help the kid through the aftermath. Hyrule nodded in understanding as Warriors made his way back over to where Mask lay, gently lifting him up and carrying him towards one of the rooms the Chain had reserved. As he carefully tucked Mask into bed, wincing at how hot the poor kid's skin felt (way hotter than before), Legend spoke up,

"I'm just confused as to why this happened. I heard that kids usually only get febrile seizures in their toddler years, and only in rare cases. Unless…" Legend turned to Warriors, "Has he been wearing that mask again? The black one that keeps him awake? Sometimes lack of sleep can make it more likely for this to happen."

"Shouldn't be. I thought Time said he was going to take it away." Warriors replied.

"Search his bag. He might have stolen it back." Warriors did just that, looking through the collection of masks the kid had inside. He recognized most of them, but hadn't seen the kid use them much: there was the Deku mask, the Goron mask, the Zora Mask, the Fierce Deity mask (it took a lot of self control to keep Warriors from just taking that one away, but the kid has needed it before as a last resort), the Bunny hood, Keaton mask, Brehmen mask… then he saw it. The literal torture device that his kid insisted on keeping for some goddess-forsaken reason, designed to prevent sleep for the wearer, the All-Night mask. He pulled it out of Mask's bag and showed it to Legend.

"Yeah that one. If he took it back, there's a good chance he's still been using it." Legend told him. Warriors cursed silently. He hated this damned mask even more than the Fierce Deity, or the Blast mask (which he had confiscated a few weeks ago after the Sprite nearly blew himself up with it). He hated the pain it caused his son, who wore it more often than could possibly be healthy even for an adult, to escape sleep for the sake of avoiding nightmares. If this thing was part of the reason for Mask's seizure, there was no way Warriors could let him keep it. He'd hide it better, and ensure that Mask couldn't get ahold of it again. He was not going to let this happen again.

"I can take it. I'll find a place to put it where he can't get it." Legend offered. Warriors nodded as he handed over the mask. He then sat down on the edge of the bed beside his son. His face was flushed and his hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. Warriors gently brushed aside his bangs, staring at the kid's calm, peaceful face. At least he didn't seem to be in too much pain.

"I'm back. How's he doing?" Legend asked, returning to the room.

"Still unconscious, still got a fever… Not much has changed." Warriors muttered sadly.

"Well, I brought this. Hopefully this'll help bring his fever down a bit, at least until he's alert enough to take that medicine." Legend handed Warriors a cool, wet cloth, which the other carefully laid over Mask's forehead. Mask had been unconscious for a while, it seemed like. Perhaps it felt longer for Warriors because of his worry, but he was almost certain this was taking longer than it should have. A million questions flooded his mind in the midst of his anxiety. What if Hyrule was wrong? What if there was something else going on, and Mask wasn't going to get better? What if…?

"Ledge? Do you think… He might have another seizure? You said it was probably because of the fever and that hasn't gone down at all. I'm just… I'm just worried. I hate seeing him like this. I hate seeing him suffer. And… I don't know if I could take it if he were to have another—"

"He'll be fine. I promise. As soon as he wakes up, we'll get Hyrule, get him some medicine, and hopefully the fever will go down. You heard what Rule said, he didn't hurt himself or anything, meaning that chances are, he'll be just fine. You hear me? Mask will be fine. He will recover from this."

"But he hasn't woken up yet. Hyrule said he should wake up in a few minutes—!" Warriors tried to argue before Legend gripped his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes,

"He will be okay. I promise. Rulie and I are not going to let anything happen to him, but you're not doing him or anyone else any good by wondering 'what if'. You need to trust me and Hyrule. You need to trust that we will make sure Mask recovers. Can you do that?" Warriors nodded in understanding, though the tears welling up in his eyes told a different story. Legend would never normally do this, especially not to Warriors, but… Whenever Mask was concerned, it seemed to be the only time the two could ever get along, and sometimes in his concern for the kid, Legend did things he wouldn't normally do; He pulled Warriors into a hug.

Warriors was taken aback by this, but returned the embrace, burying his face in the other hero's shoulder and just letting the tears fall. He really hoped Legend didn't mind this, but if he did, he'd just have to deal with it, because Warriors couldn't stop. Or at least until he suddenly heard a soft groan behind him. Warriors quickly pulled away from Legend, turning around to see Mask just beginning to stir. Bleary sapphire eyes opened, immediately coming to focus on Warriors.

"Dad…?"

"Hey, Sprite. How are you feeling?" Warriors asked, trying to hide the fact that he'd just been crying, internally cringing at the way his voice cracked at nearly every other word.

"Cold. Tired. What… What happened?" Mask asked. Warriors hesitated. He should have assumed the kid wouldn't remember what happened, but he wasn't sure he had the strength to tell him. How could he tell Mask what really happened when he could barely think about it himself?

"You… Passed out. You must have been exhausted, with you being sick and walking as much as we did today…" Legend told him. Not technically a lie, but a stretch of the truth that was probably easier for the kid's brain to handle right now.

"It's okay though. You're safe, Hyrule will be back with some medicine, and we'll ask Time if we can postpone the voyage to the next island, so you're free to stay here and recover properly. Okay?" Warriors said, putting a hand against his kid's (still warm) cheek. Mask nodded. He would have tried to argue, but felt too shitty to do so. He was so exhausted, and his body ached so much that he probably couldn't even get out of bed if he tried.

"Oh, that reminds me, I should go down and let Hyrule know Mask is awake." Legend got up and left the room quickly, knowing Warriors probably wanted a moment alone with his kid. Once he was gone, Mask spoke up again,

"I didn't just pass out, did I?" He asked suspiciously, "You were crying… You never cry unless it's really bad." Warriors let out a sigh. He should have known Mask would figure it out. He was a smart kid, very perceptive. Sometimes Warriors forgot just how perceptive.

"...No. You didn't just pass out. You…" Warriors paused, trying to figure out how to get the words out, "You had a seizure, Sprite. Legend and Hyrule think it might have been caused by the fever… As well as a lack of sleep." Warriors told him.

"O-Okay! Fine. I took the All-Night mask back and… I have been using it." Mask confessed, "But I didn't know this was going to happen, I swear!"

"I know. And I'm not mad at you, Sprite. Nobody knew this was going to happen. Honestly you scared me half to death tonight…"

"M'sorry." Mask muttered.

"Hey. Don't apologize. Like I said, nobody could have seen this coming. Except Twilight, in the last minute before you collapsed, but that's beside the point. I am not mad at you." Warriors said firmly, cradling his son's face in his hands, "Though I did confiscate the mask."

"And this is why we accept whatever people are offering you to cover up when you're sick and stuck outside in the rain," Warriors wanted to add, but held himself back. Mask didn't need a lecture right now. That could wait until he was all better.

"That's fair." Mask shrugged weakly. He was a little disappointed, but he knew it was probably for the best anyway. It hurt to use, and if it was going to cause him to get sick and have seizures due to sleep deprivation, he was better off without it. Mask felt awful, both physically, and for the pain he had put his dad, and Legend, and Hyrule, and whoever else witnessed it through. He knew they'd never accept his apology for it, but he still felt as if it were all his fault. Now he was going to be the reason the next leg of their journey would be postponed.

"Hey. Quit with that look. I know that look, you're trying to blame yourself for all this. You didn't choose to get sick. It just happens. And it could have happened to anyone. Hylia knows we're all absolutely awful at taking care of ourselves. It was just bad luck that it happened to be you. So stop blaming yourself for this, alright?" Warriors gave a small smile as he playfully booped Mask's nose. Mask couldn't help but smile back. Seeing him happy, even as sick as he was, made Warriors feel as if a massive weight the size of Ganon himself had been lifted off his chest. If even he could smile at a time like this, then there was no way things wouldn't get better.

"Is he still awake?" Hyrule suddenly asked from the doorway as he and Legend entered the room, the former holding a bottle of some dull green— almost pond scum green— liquid.

"Yeah, come on in." Warriors said.

"Let me take this… and I'll get some more cold water for ya, kiddo." Legend grabbed the now lukewarm cloth from Mask's head and ran back out while Hyrule approached the side of the bed, pulling the cork out of the bottle. Mask grimaced as the strong smell of… was that grass? The strong smell of what Mask imagined old, wet, rotting grass would smell like filled the room. He could assume that was the medicine Warriors had mentioned, and he was really hoping it wasn't the kind he had to drink. Just the sight of it made him want to throw up, again (he knew he had before because of the taste in his mouth when he woke up. Still probably better than what this medicine would taste like, though).

"Here, drink this. It'll help with the fever and all that." Hyrule tried to hand it to him, but Mask recoiled at the gesture, not wanting to take it from him.

"Mask. You need to drink it. Do you need me to help you?" Warriors asked.

"It smells like death!" Mask protested.

"Yes, but it's actually the opposite. This is going to help you feel better, I promise. You know I wouldn't be giving it to you if it wasn't going to help." Hyrule urged. Mask still refused, crinkling up his nose in disgust.

"Oh for the love of Nayru, Sprite…" Warriors sighed exasperatedly, snatching the bottle from Hyrule's hand, "Can you sit up?" He asked the child. Mask shook his head in refusal.

"Mask. Sit up. I'm gonna give you five seconds to cooperate, and then I'm going to have to use force." Warriors warned.

"Wars, don't—" Hyrule butted in nervously.

"I'm not actually going to hurt him, Rule! What kind of monster do you think I am? I'm his father, I love him, I could never hurt him. I just need him to drink this and sometimes the only way to overcome his stubbornness is—"

"I can't!" Mask whined. Tears were brimming his big sapphire eyes, face screwed up as if he were holding back a sob, "I can't sit up. H-Hurts to move… It… It hurts…!" At those words, the obvious sincerity painted so clearly on Mask's face, Warriors' frustration melted, replaced immediately with remorse.

"I… I'm sorry, Sprite. Here. I'll help you." Warriors said, slipping a hand underneath the child's back and gently pushing him to a sitting position. Hyrule moved the pillows behind him to prop him up. Warriors then carefully raised the bottle to the kid's mouth, but again Mask turned away.

"Mask, please… I need you to drink this. I know it smells awful and it probably tastes awful too, but it will make you feel better, I promise." He begged.

"I don't wanna—!" Mask argued. He felt fine other than the fever and the aching. Why couldn't he just sleep it off?

"You have to!" Warriors urged, a little harsher than he meant to.

"Why?! Why can't I just sleep this off?!" Mask yelled back.

"BECAUSE—!" Warriors started to scream back, before he caught himself, realizing that getting into a shouting match with his sick son wouldn't help anything, "Because I'm scared, Sprite. You are really sick, and… I don't want to risk you having another seizure, or something worse. I don't want to lose you, Mask. So please, I am begging you. Drink the medicine. Even if it tastes horrible, you have to drink it."

It wasn't often that his dad actually admitted to being scared. It was about as rare as him letting himself cry; only when things were really, really bad. Because of this, Mask decided to just suck it up and drink the very smelly contents of the bottle. He turned his head back towards his dad, opening his mouth just enough that he could pour the liquid in. Mask immediately wanted to spit it out. It tasted far worse than it smelled, indescribably bad. Still, he forced himself to swallow, praying that the taste would leave his mouth soon.

"I'm back." Legend announced as he returned to the room once again, cloth re-soaked with cold water, and came to sit on Mask's other side, "I talked to Time, told him what happened. He agrees that we should stay at least another day or two until Mask recovers."

"Good. I think we could all use the extra rest anyway." Warriors nodded in agreement. Legend turned his attention back to Mask, feeling his forehead again.

"Seems like the fever is going down. That's good. Still a little warm, though…" He commented. He gently placed the cloth over the kid's head again. Mask flinched at the initial coolness of it, but after a few seconds it started to feel good against his burning hot skin.

"Hyrule and I got him to drink the medicine, so it should be gone soon. Now all we gotta do is wait…" Warriors sighed, giving a small smile as he gently rubbed his thumb over Mask's cheek. Mask leaned into it, resting his head against his father's hand, eyes beginning to droop sleepily.

"We should let him sleep. A seizure can take a lot out of a person, especially a kid. Plus sleep is the best way for him to get over this sickness." Legend said, noticing this. Warriors nodded in agreement, moving the pillows back so Mask could lay down all the way.

"Sleep well, little Calf." Legend said as he and Hyrule were leaving the room. Mask suddenly reached out, grasping at the end of his father's scarf with what little strength he could muster.

"Can you stay with me? I don't… I don't want to be alone." He whimpered.

"I wasn't going anywhere, Sprite." Warriors promised, curling up on the bed next to his son, "I'm staying here as long as you need me to." He grabbed the child's tiny hand that was still clinging to the dark blue fabric of his scarf, just holding it in his.

"SAILOR! Stop! Don't you dare bother him!" Legend's voice rang out down the hall, coupled with the pitter-patter of little running footsteps, getting closer and closer until a second small figure darted into the room, flopping onto the bed on Mask's other side and promptly throwing his arms around the one he considered a little brother.

"Wind!" Warriors scolded, "What are you doing here?! Mask needs to rest, and you're going to get sick too if you stay here."

"I don't care if I get sick, it's not like we're leaving until he gets better anyway! I just don't want him to be alone!" Wind argued.

"S'okay dad. I don't mind." Mask whispered, half-asleep. Wind snuggled up closer, smiling at his brother's approval. Warriors had no argument. It wasn't like he could force Wind out now.

"Fine. But if you get sick too, that's on you."

"You could get sick too, dumbass." Wind countered, though the word dumbass held a tone of affection and playfulness more than rudeness.

"I'm his father, I get a pass since it’s my job to be here for him.”

“Yeah well, I’m his brother so it’s technically my job too! Unless you’d rather I didn’t care at all.”

“...Touche, sailor.”

“Can you shut up? I’m tryna sleep…” Mask grumbled.

“Sorry, Sprite. I’ll be quiet.” Warriors said quietly, “And you. If you’re gonna stay in here, you better get to sleep too.” He whispered as he poked Wind lightly. All he got in response was a snore, however. Damn, the kid fell asleep fast. Warriors doubted he’d sleep at all tonight, his nerves being far too shot from the events of this evening, but someone needed to keep an eye on Mask anyway. He was glad the two kids were sleeping soundly, however.

“Sweet dreams, Sprite. Sailor.” He whispered.

Also Wolfie cuddles because yes

#linked keys #LK #LK Mask #LK Warriors #LK Legend #LK Hyrule #whumptober2022 #not lu #tw: seizure

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copperbadge · 4 years ago

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Replies About Dining Indoors

Man I really wanted to reply to EVERYONE but that got super long so it seems like there are a couple of strong contenders I thought I’d break down. First, there’s the experiential meal, which I hadn’t considered -- teppanyaki, korean bbq, brazilian steakhouse, all-you-can-eat, revolving sushi, dim sum. Food you either can’t get without going in and sitting down, or food where the experience of being present at the meal is really important. I think this may end up being how I go because I was very excited at the prospect of Korean BBQ. Which I didn’t even eat that often before the pandemic, but which was always a real treat when I did.

Then there’s the “leisure dining” faction -- people who are just so tired of not being able to sit somewhere with a cup of coffee, or linger after a meal to people-watch. I sorta thought of this one but only because there’s one McDonalds I like to go to for people-watching, and I figure the people-watching itself won’t be as good for a while yet anyway. Also a lot of people wanted to go somewhere they love and just be able to sit and soak up the atmosphere instead of running in for a sack of food and a quick wave at the line chef. I think this is a bit less vital for me because, living in a city with a lot of parks, I still can “linger” over my food -- I just have to do it outside. Which, admittedly, I didn’t get to do much of over the winter, but I think also it’s not really a priority for me.

I think a sibling to the leisure dining idea is people who just...really want to have a potluck or feed a gaming group or have friends over again. I’ve been super lucky to have had friends I could visit and eat with, especially friends who show their love by cooking, so fortunately I can cross that one off the post-pandemic bucket list. (What should we call that? A mask-it list?)

I think by far the majority of respondents want to go the “just isn’t as good after a car ride” route -- sizzling hot fajitas, warm fresh tortilla chips, bibimbab with rice that gets crispy at the edges, fish and chips, breakfast foods. I agree -- nothing worse than lukewarm eggs. But I think also there will be time for that, for me, especially since because I have food literally across the street, it hasn’t been as much of a problem. If I want hot fries I can get hot fries, as long as I pay the French Fry Tax and give the cryptids one to play with.

Lastly, there are the people who just aren’t comfortable with the idea yet and won’t be for a while -- and I want to say I think you guys are valid and I hope nobody tries to shame or pressure you. We are all at different levels of vulnerability, let alone comfort, and navigating this entirely new experience without really any guidelines. Stay safe and stay home and I hope when you finally do begin to feel okay with it, you’ll find something delicious to eat :)

And I did have a FEW replies....

memprime

For me it's going to be korean bbq

Have you got a go-to place? There’s one in the Chinatown plaza, on the second floor over the dessert place at the northern entrance, that does the best cheesy corn side dish, omg. But as Korean BBQ is a strong contender for me, I’m open to suggestions.

celticjade13

I actually ate indoors in March. My uncle took me out for my birthday. It was a fantastic Italian place in Lakeview. My go-to for a special occasion is Italian.

Oooh what was the place? Always looking for good Italian.

the-other-sandy

I'm aiming for something messy like dipped Italian beef or a meatball sub in a setting where I don't have to worry about dripping it on myself or my car upholstery. (I've mostly been eating takeout in my car on my lunch breaks.)

You know I hadn’t considered this but it’s true I would like to eat something where I don’t have to be the one washing the plate afterward. And also like...I don’t really eat at a dining table at home, I either eat in the kitchen or on the sofa, and it might be nice to be made to sit properly at table and have manners like I’m not some kind of monster.

rist-with-a-vahk

Our first meal out was option 2 (not as good after the drive home). I'd suggest against somewhere completely new because the anxiety and downright WEIRDNESS of eating indoors will likely overshadow the experience.

This is actually some of the best advice I think that came out of the post. Going somewhere familiar so you’re not anxious about the pandemic AND the experience is a really good idea, thank you!

#food #dining out #pandemic #rist-with-a-vahk #the-other-sandy #nissus #celticjade13 #memprime

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 3 years ago

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S&S Holiday of Horror -Part 1-

I dont know why it’s titled that, but this is not a horror comic. This is a humor comic about Reigen and Ekubo cooking for Mob.

By Marita

Mob: Master, Have you decided what to get for lunch?

Reigen: Oh right. You had club activities this morning so you’re probably really hungry by now. Anything you want in particular?

Mob: I want Omurice (Omurice is short for Omlette Rice. It’s fried rice with an omlette on top. Looks like this)

Reigen: I see! Omurice is it? As I expected, you have fine taste befitting of a disciple of mine. I was thinking of Ramen, but now that you mention it, I’d like that too. Lets go.

Mob: Master

Mob: Uh master.... I just wanted to mention that there’s a residual curse on the room from an evils spirit that was here earlier. We wont be able to open the door from the inside.

Reigen thinks: What the hell?

Reigen: Well, just out of curiosity, when did this start?

Mob: um... you didn't notice when it started? It was around the time I arrived. It’s gotten a lot weaker since then, so I think we’ll be able to leave pretty soon.

Reigen’s stomach growls.

Reigen: Well, that doesn’t solve our problem right now, so your Omurice will have to wait.

Mob: Okay, I understand.

Stomach growling noise from the office.

Caption - 20 mins later -

Mob: Shishou said it still wasn’t opening There’s salt from salt splash on the ground.

Reigen: OMURICE OOOOMMMMUUURICEEEE

Mob looks at his secretary placard as Reigen makes a bunch of angry noises in the background.

Mob thinks: He’s not even making sense anymore.

Reigen falls off the door

As Reigen is laying on the floor, the door opens and Ekubo walks in.

Ekubo: What are you doing?

Mob: Oh! Ekubo

Mob: You’re using that guy’s body again. Take good care of it.

Ekubo: Oh! Shigeo Ekubo: Okay, but listen to this.... Ekubo starts to close the door

Reigen: !

Reigen: Ah! Ah! Wait! WAIT!!

Ekubo shuts the door.

Reigen grabs Ekubo’s sleeve in desperation: D....D....Door ahhhhhhhhhh

Reigen tears up

Ekubo: what?

Reigen: We’re going to starve to death here.

Ekubo: Oh you guys are hungry?

Mob’s stomach growls

Ekubo: Why dont you guys go get some food?

Reigen: We were getting ready to go get Omurice....

Reigen: But...But the door is cursed so we can’t get out. Goddammit Omurice Ahhhhhhhhh Mob thinks: Master... this is embarrassing

Ekubo: Omurice?

Ekubo wanders off

Mob: Ekubo? Master, Ekubo is.......

Reigen: huh?

Ekubo stares into the fridge at the carton of eggs (Aww... look at him this panel is so cute.)

Reigen: Eh? What’s he doing?

Ekubo scoops some rice and washes it.

Mob: Ekubo what are you doing?

Ekubo: I’ll make it for you guys. Im borrowing your apron, Reigen

(Ekubo constantly refers to himself in this hilariously grandiose way. Instead of just “I” he says something like “Your lordship I”, or “your majesty I” Which is really funny here, becasue he’s like Your Majesty, “I” will cook for you.)

Mob: Whoa you know how to make it?

Ekubo: It’s what you want right? If the boss is starving, I suppose I can show you a thing or two. (When he says “the boss” he’s referring to Mob, NOT REIGEN. Ekubo is generally deferential to Mob, but has a less respectful attitude towards Reigen.)

Ekubo: Good thing we have a carton of eggs. We don’t have any meat or vegetables, but using fish flakes should be okay.

Alright, Just wait a bit. (He’s humming)

Reigen: We have rice right?

Ekubo: Didn’t that client give you a bag of rice last week as payment? Did you forget?

Ekubo: Of course you forgot. All you eat is junk food anyway.

Reigen: You got a problem with that?

(Pretty much everything we see Reigen eat in the show is more or less japanese junk food. Takoyaki is just fried dough with toppings, there’s a very tiny bit of octopus on the inside. This is the equivalent of having chili cheese fries or nachos for lunch everyday.)

Ekubo: Making a growing kid eat what you eat everyday is just irresponsible. Some adult you are.

Reigen: Shut up, I am very serious about personal nutrition. Oi, Mob, I’m borrowing your apron for it bit.

Mob: Alright.

Reigen: Alright (wearing a child-sized apron with a bunny on it)

Ekubo: Wait....what are you doing?

Reigen: .....

Reigen: How about a friendly wager while we’re waiting for the rice to cook?

Ekubo: Yeah? What do you have in mind?

Reigen: THE ULTIMATE FRIED EGG. Ekubo: Bring it.

Reigen cracks an egg alls smug

Ekubo thinks: He looks so smug with his one handed egg crack

Ekubo watches Reigen fry an egg. Reigen finishes and plates it.

Ekubo: There’s nothing remotely special about that.

Reigen: Simple and classic is best.

Ekubo: That’s it? That’s the extent of your ability? You brought on this challenge. That’s all you’re gonna do?

Reigen is pissed: What?!

Ekubo: You cant even pretend to be good at this. That’s just pathetic. Watch carefully. Let me show you how it’s done.

Ekubo continues to cook while Reigen watches. He covers the pan and adds multiple ingredients and seasonings, which Reigen did not do.

Ekubo: Back up a bit

Reigen: Eh?

Ekubo does a fancy pan trick where he flips the pan against his arm. The egg drops neatly onto a plate.

Reigen thinks: Wow he’s good.

Reigen thinks: And..Mob is so impressed.

Mob: Ekubo is incredible! It looks so good!

Reigen thinks: Hey he’s MY disciple ?!

Heh... well... It’s not really all that impressive. At least from my standpoint as an adult.

Part 2 here

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #Reigen #reigen arataka #ekubo

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sweetsouya · 3 years ago

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SUGOAKU

A/N: I have been having major issues with my reblogs of my work not appearing in tags (i had 74 notes on the og). So I am seeing if a compete, fresh post of it, will work … fingers crossed.

Likes are nice but reblogs is what keeps artist alive …

Parings: Souya x Reader

Words (currently): 2786

Other notes: The reader’s gender, ethnicity etc isn’t stated, its 100% you, no matter who you are! HOWEVER, this work depicts adult, 28 year old Souya and Nahoya, where they’re running their ramen shop, therefore, I will be making the reader and adult too, and around their age.

CHAPTER 1 - KIMCHI

[Reader] recently returned to Japan, after having been living abroad for a number of years. [Reader] found themselves living back in their old neighborhood of Meguro. It felt good being back in familiar surroundings, like many areas of Tokyo, things were constantly changing. There was a mixture of new establishments, along with old favourites. One of the new establishments was recommended to her by a neighbor, a ramen shop called, Sugoaku.

It had not long ago and was finding success fairly quickly, which in [reader]’s humble opinion was a good thing. Starting a business in the food industry was difficult in any location. But in Meguro, with competing with long-standing businesses that have tested time, and popular chain restaurants. There was still a risk of the business failing. However, those behind Sugoaku appeared to know what they were doing, confident in their skills and business know-how.

Business appeared to be doing well for Sugoaku, there were always at least a small handful of patrons in the restaurant at any given time, and (in [reader]’s opinion) their product was worth visiting multiple times a week. The menu never changed too much, typical of ramen establishments, which suited [reader]’s taste anyway. Instead, they always ordered the same type of ramen: a Tonkotsu ramen with normal noodle hardness. Depending on the day, often by recommendation, additions would be added: extra nori, a soft-boiled egg, extra Negi, and even extra cha-shu. The combinations were almost limitless.

With a rapidly growing business, it was only natural that the establishment would be at full capacity, with people lining up outside for a seat, during lunch and dinner rush hours. It wasn’t [reader]’s ideal situation. They had made that mistake once before and were sorely disappointed. Therefore, they attempted to visit Sugoaku after the rush, when the business was quieting down and the atmosphere was more at ease. Such was the case as one particular evening when [reader] went to Sugoaku for possibly the fourth time that week. It was a Sunday evening, and they had (thankfully) just missed the dinner time rush.

IRASSHAIMASE~

The chorus of welcomes greeted [reader] as they entered the restaurant and gestured to the server for a seat for one person. With the rush now over, it meant that the counter was close to being fully vacant, except for the odd random man or two minding their own business as they ate. Reaching their seat, [reader] scanned the kitchen briefly, inspecting who was currently present in front of them.

“Ahhhh~!” A light-hearted voice reached their ears, “you can’t seem to get enough of us!” [Reader]’s eyes stopped in the form of a pink-haired young man behind the counter, his smile growing a little wider as he watched them. The very same smile that they thought was incredibly infectious, as a smile of their own stretched across their lips. “Indeed,” they replied, their eyes flicking around the kitchen for the pink-haired man’s accomplice. “I’m just doing my bit to support a growing business, that is all.”

The pink-haired man was about to retort before a blue-haired man intervened, “it’s very considerate of you, thank you.” He had been on the restaurant floor, assisting their server to tidy up and had come up beside [reader]. Who had not heard his approach, and was slightly startled at his sudden appearance, which was not left undetected by him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured under his breath, [reader] strained to hear it but knew it was directed at them. They threw a smile in his direction, wordlessly telling him it was fine, “you’re welcome.”

The pink and blue-haired men were the owners of Sugoaku, twin brothers of stark contrasts. The pink-haired twin was Nahoya, playful, carefree, and had an ever-present smile gracing his lips. It always seemed that nothing ever bothered him, and it was often hard to take him seriously. He also often spoke his mind a little too much and says “I’ll fucking kill you” in such a nonchalant manner, that it never sat well with the self-entitled (alcohol-driven) late-night customers. He was rather cocky with [reader]’s patronage to their business. [Reader] wasn’t so sure what to make of it at first, but soon learned that he was just teasing and was appreciative of [reader]’s loyalty.

His blue-haired twin, Souya, was completely different compared to his brother. He always looked intensely irritated, looking like he was ready to jump over the counter to beat the next customer, who Nahoya just told to die. However, despite his face and gruff voice, he was the kinder of the two. He was always polite, spoke carefully, and was the one who calmed things down whenever things got heated between his brother and a customer. He was the one [reader] felt more at ease with, it was always easy to fall into a comfortable conversation with him. Like his brother he was appreciative of [reader]’s loyalty, he was the one who personally made sure your order was taken correctly; heaven forbid a part-timer messes up your order.

Souya hummed lightly in response, passing a few empty dishes to his brother, and with his hands now free, reached for a notepad and pen in his back pocket. “What will it be today?” He asked, amusement clear in his voice. A small smile crept along with your features upon catching the tone in his voice, “hmmm…” [reader]’s eyes flickered across their menu as they tried to make a final decision. After a brief moment, they looked up at the blue-haired man and set the menu down, “I’ll have the chef’s choice.”

Souya looked lost for a brief moment but wrote down their request nevertheless. As he did so, Nahoya let out a chuckle, “and which chef’s choice would that be~?” he called out, mischief fully lacing his voice. [Reader] looked over at the elder twin, “not yours,” they responded without missing a beat. There was no way in hell that they were going to let Nahoya choose whatever he wanted in your ramen; chances are he’ll make it spicier than his signature dish.

“Lame~” Nahoya simply shrugged his shoulders and continued what he was doing. Next to [reader], Souya let out a soft hum, “so, my choice then …” he was thinking of what to put together for them. “Is that all? Or would you like your usual sides?” [Reader] nodded in response, deciding that some gyoza and small fried rice on the side would be a good idea. “Noted.” Jotting down the final request to your order, Souya nodded his head and moved to join his brother behind the counter, in the kitchen.

As [reader] waited for their order, they mindlessly scrolled through their phone before setting it down and looked around the shop, before their gaze finally came to rest upon the twin brothers working in front of them. It was always a curiosity watching them work, [reader] was sure that it was all down to the fact they were twins. They worked in unison, both mindful of each other’s space, and did not always need words to communicate with each other. They were certain that they would never get bored watching the two men work together.

“What’s with that face~?” Nahoya’s voice sang out, startling [reader] into attention. “Uh…what?” [Reader] was so engrossed in watching the two men work, that they had become unaware of themselves and their surroundings. A blush dusted their cheeks as they looked between the two, Nahoya was chuckling to himself, and Souya, although poker-faced, held an amused look in his eyes. “Ah, nothing,” [reader] busied themselves at their seat, by taking a sip of their glass of water, which just earned them more chuckles from Nahoya, “… It’s just been a long day.”

“Bro, stop it,” Souya muttered, taking note of [reader]’s embarrassment as he finished off placing the last few garnishes on top of the fried rice he had just finished cooking. He knew that his brother’s laughing was not helping the situation, and he wanted [reader] to enjoy their visits to their shop, not dread it because of his brother’s constant teasing. A playful hum came from the elder twin, indicating nothing but trouble and Souya let out a deep sigh as he placed the bowl of fried rice in front of [reader], “your Gyoza and Ramen are coming…”

“[Reader] was just admiring my good looks as always, Angry~!” If it was entirely possible, Nahoya’s Cheshire Cat-like grin just grew wider, and in turn, if it was entirely possible, [reader]’s blush deepened. “That’s why they keep coming back.” He wasn’t wrong, both brothers were good-looking but to be called out like that was typical of Nahoya trying to get a rise out of them. “Nahoya…” [Reader] groaned in further embarrassment, pressing their face into their palm, missing the threatening look Souya cast over his brother. Letting out a sigh, they turned their focus to the fried rice that Souya made, beginning to eat it while it was still hot.

Meanwhile, Souya closed in on his older brother, nudging his shoulder as he did. “Tch, bro, hurry up with [reader]’s gyoza and noodles. Remember, normal firmness.” He pressed, hoping it would get his brother to work and off [reader]’s back. He had cooked off [reader]’s fried rice, which should’ve allowed Nahoya enough time to prepare the noodles and pan fry the gyoza, so he could start assembling [reader]’s order of “chef’s choice.” But his brother’s taunting of [reader] held up the progress line a bit, which annoyed Souya; it ruined the flow and synchronisation of how the brothers worked.

“Hurry up,” Souya muttered again, leaving his brother’s side and taking a visual sweep of the restaurant, nodding to a leaving patron who was at the cashier being seen by their part-timer. The business was slowing down for the evening, nothing too unusual, the slower pace allowed the brothers to relax and enjoy their work a little more. However, it did bother Souya when his brother slacked off a little too much or became a little too playful with their patrons. He picked up the water pitcher, glancing over at [reader] ’s snow empty cup, and refilled it. “Just ignore my brother,” he grumbled to them, hoping that they weren’t too embarrassed by Nahoya’s teasing. “Don’t be afraid to show him some attitude either. Otherwise, he’ll just walk all over you.” [Reader] glanced up to the blue-haired man, giving him a small smile of thanks for the refill, and let out a small laugh. “It’s quite alright,” they replied, picking up their glass of water and taking a sip. “I’m not that bothered by his antics.” Souya hummed in reply, his eyes flickering over his shoulder to his elder, “but still, don’t hold back if it gets too much.”

[Reader] gave Souya a reassuring smile, they enjoyed their time at Sugoaku especially when they were able to talk with the twins, especially Souya. There had been several times, they had considered giving them their LINE username, in an attempt to see them outside of the business setting; however, [reader] was unsure if it was unprofessional to do so. So for now, [reader] had to settle with their visits to the restaurant. “So, Sou-,” [reader] was about to attempt to strike up a conversation with Souya before the part-timer interrupted. “Boss, new order,” they announced, passing Souya the newly written receipt. “Thanks,” Souya waved off the part-timer, as his eyes flickered over to [reader], who nodded in silent understanding. A constant and expected occurrence, the interruption from new orders. It just encouraged [reader] to take their time eating at the restaurant, the longer they stayed there, the more time they stayed with the twins.

“New order,” Souya announced to his brother and the two seamlessly got to work. Nahoya had finished the [readers] noodles and was plating up the fresh gyoza, while Souya began cooking the noodles and setting up the tray of various plates and bowls for the new order. “M’dear~” Nahoya grinned at [reader], placing the gyoza in front of them, alongside a small plate of kimchi. [Reader] looked at the kimchi for a moment in confusion, they were sure that they didn’t normally order the side dish. So why was Nahoya placing it in front of them? “My treat,” he told them, “since Souya is going to make your bowl, this is my little contribution.” [Reader] let out a small laugh, those two brothers were truly a package, you can’t have one without the other. Even though they weren’t overly keen on the spicy fermented cabbage, as it was a little too spicy for their tastes. [Reader] began to pick at it, gingerly putting small amounts into their mouth.

“You don’t need to eat it,” Souya had spotted them pick at the side dish, as he was putting together a bowl of ramen, which [reader] assumed to be their order. The blue-haired man knew that they were being polite, and wished that his brother picked a different side dish to give them; a few pieces of karaage would’ve been sufficient. [Reader] looked over at Souya and gave him a sheepish smile, “Big bro likes to make his kimchi and makes it too spicy, despite how many times I tell him.” He continued, as he worked on the bowl adding on the finishing touches. “Maybe, if he notices you not eating it, he’ll get the damn hint.”

On the other side of the kitchen, Nahoya heard everything. “Oh ho~ What’s this lil bro? Recruiting [reader] to go against my kimchi~?” He sang out, his usual light and playful voice now having a threatening edge to it. “Just because you can’t handle a little spice, doesn’t mean they can’t either. Right, [reader]~?” [reader]’s eyes flicked between the two brothers, with the elder now getting a rise out of the younger’s comments. Their eyes settled on Souya, who was now placing the bowl of fresh ramen in front of them. His eyes were apologetic and clearly over it at the same time, the subject of Nahoya’s spicy kimchi must be one that had never been resolved. “Well …” [reader] began, their eyes flickering between the brothers and back down at the kimchi. “It is good kimchi …” in unison Souya looked deflated and Nahoya straightened in triumph, “but it is a little too spicy.” The moods instantly switched when [reader] finished off their verdict. Nahoya losing his trademark grin, with Souya looking over his shoulder with a clear ‘told you so’ look on his face.

“Well that sucks!” Nahoya bounced back, his grin plastered back on his face. “That just means one thing~ [Reader] you can be my official kimchi taster,” he declared, placing the next order on the counter for the part-timer to deliver to a customer. “Oi, table 15 is ready!” It was in that instant the near confrontation over the kimchi was forgotten, Nahoya had quickly moved on and began rinsing dishes to put into the dishwasher at the back of the kitchen. “That went better than I thought it would,” Souya commented, watching his brother’s back for a brief moment before drawing his attention back to [reader]. “I have given you a modified version of my specialty.”

[Reader] looked at the bowl of ramen in front of them. It was indeed Souya’s signature dish, which was called “Angry” and was a black Tonkotsu ramen. The broth gets its colour from a mixture of black sesame seed and black garlic oil, and despite appearances, the balance between the flavours was to perfection. Neither flavour overpowered the other or the other components of the dish. It was a quick favourite of [reader]’s, as it combined two of their favourite ingredients on the planet; not that they would admit that to Souya. His signature dish was, of course, a stark contrast to his brother’s which was a white Tonkotsu ramen, which was deceivingly spicy. Having known the twins for a while now, it was always amusing to [reader] how well their representative signature dishes reflected the personalities of each twin.

“So,” Souya began listing out the toppings he added to [reader]’s bowl. “We have the usuals there: menma, negi, cha-shu, and nori. I know you like corn and egg in your ramen, so I added those to your bowl.” The fact that he remembered [reader]’s favourite toppings, made them a little warm and fuzzy on the inside. Souya must make hundreds, if not thousands of bowls a day or week even, and he still made the effort to remember their usual order and favourite toppings. “Thank you, it looks great,” they replied softly, smiling at him.

“Itadakimasu~”

#tokyo revengers #kawata souya #souya kawata #angry kawata #nahoya kawata #kawata nahoya #manga #spoilers #anime #long post

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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Do you like the same foods as me? survey by joybucket

Section 1: Breakfast Foods

scrambled eggs: Yes, but I do prefer sunny-side up or over-easy.

coffee cake (it's bread mixed with cinnamon): Yesss. So good.

pancakes: I very rarely eat pancakes, but I like them. Waffles are better.

bacon: Ew, no. I don't get the obsession.

waffles: Yep. I'm perfectly fine with just good ol' Eggo's to be honest.

maple syrup: Mmm, of course. Gotta have that with pancakes and waffles. And maple flavored things like maple donuts or maple and brown sugar oatmeal.

toast with raspberry jam: I don't think I've ever had raspberry jam, but I think I'd like it. I like grape and strawberry.

sausage: I used to, but it can be a little spicy and I can't have spicy food anymore. :(

Egg McMuffin: Yeah, with cheese.

blueberry muffin: Blueberry muffins are delicious.

a salad - eaten for breakfast: Not something I've ever wanted to have for breakfast.

pasta- eaten for breakfast: Pretty sure I haven't had pasta for breakfast either. I stick to the pretty common breakfast foods. Honestly, I mostly just have eggs.

granola bars: Yeah, they were good to just grab and go when I was in school or just to have as a snack.

yogurt and granola: Nah, I'm good. Not a big yogurt fan anyway and if I were to have any it was like a Go-Gurt or the Trix flavored ones, haha.

Section 2: Lunch or Dinner

macaroni and cheese: I'm not obsessed, but I like it. I prefer macaroni salad.

ravioli: Mmm, spinach and cheese ravioli is delicious.

tortellini: Pesto tortellini is the best.

mashed potatoes: Love mashed potatoes and gravy.

baked potato soup: I actually haven't tried it before cause I'm not much of a soup person, but that is one I have thought about trying.

cheesy potato soup: ^^^

chicken corn chowder soup: I don't like seafood.

butternut squash soup: That doesn't sound appealing to me.

chicken salad sandwich: Never had it.

chicken Caesar salad: I like Caesar salad, but I don't recall having it with chicken.

chicken salad wrap: Nah, not a wrap person.

ham and cheese with crackers: Swap the ham with turkey, salami, or bologna then yes.

spinach artichoke dip: Yesss. Especially when it's warmed up and you have sourdough bread to dip with.

breadsticks: Love them and love when they’re served at restaurants with olive oil. <<< Saaame. I like them with marinara sauce, too.

Section 3: Foreign Foods

sushi: Nooooo.

sesame chicken: I've never had it.

sweet and sour chicken: Yum.

General Tao's Chicken: Never had it.

rice with chicken, vegetables, and pineapple: Never had that, but it doesn't appeal to me at all.

lasagna: I like lasagna and my mom makes a very delicious one, but in recent years I've become very particular and picky (even more so) with food and textures, and I don't enjoy lasagna noodles anymore. It's a shape thing. It's actually the same with tortellini. For whatever reason, those noodles are harder for me to eat. I like thin or penne noodles.

garlic bread: Garlic bread is the bomb. I love garlic. I love bread.

tacos: I would prefer a burrito or just skip out on the tortilla altogether to be honest, BUT I do love me a Doritos taco from Taco Bell.

nachos: I already talked about this recently, but I've been into using these chips called Andy Capp's Cheddar Fries in place of the typical tortilla chip or even French fries and making nachos with those consisting of beans, shredded cheese, gravy, guac, sour cream, cilantro, and onions. It's SO good.

pizza: I do love me some pizza. It's not something I crave a lot, but I do enjoy it.

quesadillas: Shredded chicken quesadillas are good. I don't have them very often either, though. Taco Bell's chicken quesadilla with their is avocado ranch is really good, though.

spaghetti: Spaghetti and meatballs are yummy. Instead of lasagna give me that.

chicken fried rice: It's fine. Not a big rice person, but I can eat fried rice or Mexican rice. I don't like just white rice.

crab rangoon: Mmmm, I've actually been really into that lately. I like when they're crispy and really stuffed with cream cheese.

Snacks: Chips and dips are my favorite snacks.

apples: Meh. It's been quite awhile since I've had an apple. I used to eat them more when I was younger with like peanut butter or salt.

grapes: I don't recall the last time I had grapes either as it has been awhile, but I like them. I'm just not a fruit person, it's not something I crave or reach for.

strawberries: They're good, but it's the same thing as I said with the previous answers. Chocolate covered strawberries are yummy, though.

crackers: I like buttery, garlic-y, or cheesy crackers.

protein bars: Ew, nooo.

milk chocolate: I like it. White chocolate is my favorite, though.

bananas: I would say they're my favorite if I were to choose a fruit and one I have more often in comparison to any other fruit. Banana milkshakes are my favorite.

popcorn: Extra butter and salt, please. Movie theater popcorn is the best. Ooh, and I recommend getting this garlic parm popcorn seasoning you can find at the store and some movie theaters.

Candy: Eh, not a big candy person. I much prefer brownies, cookies, cupcakes, donuts, muffins, ice cream/milkshakes, cheesecake...

Reese's: I loved 'em growing up, but for some reason in recent years I haven't been as into them. I'm also kind of thinking I may have developed a slight reaction towards peanut butter.

Sour Skittles: I hate sour foods so this is a no for me. <<< Me, too. They irritate my mouth and tongue and I just don't find the sour sensation enjoyable at all.

Hershey's Cookies and Cream bars: Yum. I wish they'd bring back the Halloween version (it had candy corn pieces instead) and the Christmas one (it had candy cane pieces) as well.

Tootsie Fruit Chews: Nah.

gummy bears I don't like gummy candies.

Jolly Ranchers: As a kid I had those all the time, the watermelon ones especially.

Smarties: I like 'em even though there's nothing exciting about them.

Sweet Tarts: Nah.

Reese's Pieces M&M's: Those are two different candies, though? Or I've somehow missed out on that combo. Either way, I like both.

Laffy Taffy: The banana ones were good.

Airheads: Nah.

Next Section: Dessert

chocolate brownies: Loveeee.

chocolate pie: Meh, no thanks.

coconut cream pie: Ew, coconut anything is a hard pass.

apple pie: No thanks. I really don't care for pie except for cheesecake.

pumpkin pie: Nooo. I don't like pumpkin anything.

key lime pie: Nope.

peach pie: Nope.

strawberry swirl cheesecake: Now this is a big yes. Love it.

cream puffs: Meh, I don't think they're that great.

custard-filled donuts with chocolate frosting: I don't like filled donuts.

chocolate chip cookies: I enjoy a good chocolate chip cookie now and then, sure.

peanut butter cookies: I like them.

gingerbread cookies: Nooo.

chocolate fudge: Yum. I love fudge, but if we're talking cookies Keebler has Fudge Sticks, which are fudge covered vanilla wafer cookies and they're so addicting.

chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream: Yum yum.

vanilla ice cream: I do enjoy just a classic vanilla shake or ice cream as well.

rainbow sherbet: I like it in this punch my mom makes, but I don't eat it by itself.

strawberry cream pie: No. I thought we were done with the pies.

strawberry shortcake: Nah.

chocolate-covered strawberries: White chocolate covered strawberries, please.

apple crisp: Nah.

pudding: Not a big pudding person, but banana pudding is quite good and something I'll have now and then.

Last Section: Some more that I thought of!

yams: No.

corn on the cob: It's easier and preferable to eat off the cob.

apple cinnamon oatmeal: Sure. I prefer brown sugar and cinnamon, though.

hard-boiled eggs on salads: Yes, that's a must.

dried cranberries on salads (aka craisins): Ew, no.

coleslaw: No.

pita and hummus: Hummus is gross.

ham and pineapple pizza: Nooo.

peanut butter and jelly sandwich: I like them, but I rarely have one. I actually did have an Uncrustable this morning, though.

finger jello: Finger jello? Not sure what that is, but I'm not a fan of jello, so I'm gonna say no.

avocado toast: With a sunny-side up egg, yes please.

Special K with Berries (it's a cereal): No.

snickerdoodles: They're good.

crab dip: Nooo.

teriyaki chicken sandwich: I like teriyaki chicken, so I'd probably like it.

kale: Never had it, have no desire to try it.

spinach: Love it.

pumpkin bread: Blech, no.

zucchini bread: Ew, nooo.

whipped cream Yesss.

blueberry scones: Sure.

cranberry scones: Nooo. I don't like cranberry anything.

carrots and dip: Raw carrots and ranch are good.

watermelon: Refreshing treat. Haven't had it in quite awhile, though.

clementines: No.

fish and chips: Nooo.

lobster dip: I do not like seafood.

pasta with shrimp: ^^^

Arby's curly fries: A lot of people obsess over 'em, but I personally wasn't impressed.

buffalo Mac and cheese: I can't eat spicy food anymore, but back when I could yes please. Mac and cheese with chili oil or Sriracha was bomb, too.

chicken wings: Boneless, yessss. One of my fave foods.

chicken nuggets: Yum.

mangoes: I used to like chili covered mangoes back in the day.

ham and cheeese omelette: No on the ham.

enchiladas: They're good.

clams: Nooo.

caramel: Yummy. Omg, now I want a caramel frappe.

peanut sauce: Never had it.

peanuts: Sure.

apple butter: Never had

soy sauce: Yeah, I like to dip my Chinese food in it.

trail mix: Sure.

bagels: Bagels with strawberry cream cheese is the best.

English muffins: With egg and cheese.

croissants: Mmmm, fresh, buttery, flaky croissant.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #food #themed #categories

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siren-dragon · 3 years ago

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Do Androids Bleed Silver? (Ch.1) -- The Cat Returns fanfic

Hey everyone, I wrote another story and this time it isn’t a one-shot but a chaptered one. Yay! This is my first time doing a sci-fi story, so if it seems a little strange or odd, I apologize but I wanted to get something out before I go on vacation. Anyway, hope you all enjoy it! Also tagging @catsafarithewriter because they have been a wonderful support and inspiration.

Ao3 story link

Summary: Cyberpunk/Android AU

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‘Next stop; Shibuya Station. I repeat, next stop Shibuya Station.’ The automated voice sounded over the train intercom, ‘please wait until the train comes to a complete stop and stand away from the opening doors before disembarking.’

Looking down at the half-crumbled note in her hand, Haru took hold of her frayed but well-loved duffle bag and stood from her seat. “I guess this is my stop,” she muttered aloud before the exiting the train and out of the station.

In the year of 2207, the use of androids and cybernetics had advance to a level where their use was a common practice and the backbone of modern society; even in her much smaller hometown. But after entering Shibuya Crossing- Haru felt her backwater home was definitely not on the same level as Tokyo. The famed metropolis was well regarded as the forefront of robotics and cybernetics throughout the entire world but the invention of CREATIONS was the achievement that truly put the city into a category all of its own. Though technically possessing a robotics classification, many who’ve had the chance to see a CREATION regarded them as so life-like, it was almost as if their creator had conjured life itself….

And it was part of the reason why Haru wanted to study robotics in Tokyo; as the only robots that her hometown possessed were generic models of the Alpha and Beta-Classes. She wanted to see the daily technological wonders always taking place in Tokyo. But in truth, the real reason Haru wanted to go was because she loved to help others and repair problems. It was why she decided to study robotics and cybernetics in the first place- with the exception of her apparent talent in the field.

At first, many had viewed the cheery but ultimately clumsy brunette to be a bit of a hazard; and it wasn’t exactly a secret to Haru herself either. She could remember constantly stumbling on her impromptu runs to high school after having slept in- or when she once tripped cleaning the trash disposal unit in the classroom and ended up spilling the contents everywhere. But the moment she sat behind the small desk in her bedroom among the clutter of spare parts and tools, her once graceless movements sharpened and Haru would smile as she’d begin to skillfully repair whatever tech the residents of her hometown brought her. So, with the encouragement of Hiromi and Tsuge, she applied for various internships everywhere in Tokyo in the attempt to join someone’s Workshop team.

And it seemed that only one person was willing to give her a chance…

Walking further into the depths of Shibuya Haru gazed in amazement at the 3D holographic displays and looming skyscrapers that was a far cry from her small hometown. The streets were littered with people possessing a variety of enhancements the young woman had only seen before in adverts that managed to be broadcasted back home. Quickly shaking off her awe and hurryingly pulling out her note of directions once more, Haru began the walk away from the train station and towering skyscrapers while weaving her way through the small alleyways, the brunette teenager came to a halt once more on a rather isolated street. Glancing down once more at the paper in her hand, Haru glanced up at the sight before her with a bit of surprise.

“This… is the Bureau?” Haru spoke, looking at the old, neon green sign that flickered slightly with a smaller neon sign saying the Workshop was open beside an open doorway that was partially blocked by a dark noren curtain. Next to what was meant to be the entryway into the shop was a pair of roll-up garage doors- one of which was already lifted up to reveal the illuminated Workshop within. Tools ranging from chisels and wrenches of all sizes to a designated soldering station, making her maple-colored eyes glow with delight.

“If you don’t have any business Chicky, keep walking. This isn’t a museum.” A gruff voice sounded, causing her to jump slightly.

Standing up from beside what, to Haru’s surprise, was an AeroCycle on a hydraulic lift was probably the largest man the young woman had ever seen. He was tall and rather stout with ivory crew-cut hair and a dark stubble about his mouth and chin while dark brown eyes gave her an unimpressed stare as he crossed his arms; with the left being a robotic prosthesis baring a shade reminiscent of a dark coffee. As the man took in her short height, petite frame, and slightly disheveled ponytail; Haru only hoped he didn’t immediately send her back home based on looks alone- after all, she knew her appearance didn’t exactly scream ‘mechanic’.

“Well? Do you have business here or not Chicky?” He asked again, a hint of impatience coloring his tone.

“Sorry sir, my name is Haru Yoshioka… I’m the intern assistant you made the offer to.”

It was here a skeptical eyebrow lifted as his hands soon went to his hips. Haru mentally scrambled for a way to defend her skills should this man end up turning her away, but he only asked one question. “Can you cook?”

“…Yes?” Haru answered, still a little confused.

“Show me; head up there and make something then bring it over. We’ll talk after.” And with that said, the man returned to his work on the AeroCycle without another word.

Haru could only stare with a slightly dumbfounded expression before letting loose a soft sigh and followed his brief and general directions. Up a set of steel stairs lay a large viewing window, which oversaw the garage, and another door that lead into the living quarters that was surprisingly clean; if a bit cluttered. To the left lay a small kitchenette while the right had a simple living room and a corridor that led further into the flat. Turning to the kitchen and figuring not to keep the man who’d likely become her boss waiting, Haru was quick to fix a lunch from a hamburger steak with a fried egg on top and rice (it was either that or one of the instant ramen containers nestled in the pantry) and returned to see the stout man now talking to a customer while gesturing to the AeroCycle. “Next time learn to drive properly bird-brain.”

“And I told you before, lard-ball, it crashed during a chase!” The customer, who was dressed in a police officers’ uniform, snapped in response all the while glaring at the mechanic.

The mechanic merely grinned savagely, as if he was used to the explosive behavior from the officer. “While you were chasing what? A nearby bird.”

“As if you’re one to talk, you over-sized marshmallow. I’m surprised you can even climb the stairs to your flat without them snapping from the strain.”

“You say that again, you big chicken!”

“Umm… excuse me,” Haru spoke up, causing both men to swerve their heads to her immediately. “Is everything alright? I’ve got the lunch ready.”

“Thanks, Chicky, I’ll just take that off your hands.” The larger of the two men spoke, retrieving the succulent smelling meal with a gleam in his eyes, “and congratulations- you pass my test; welcome to The Bureau. The name’s Muta and this idiot here is Bird-Brain, a regular.”

“The name is Officer Toto Tsubame, nice to meet you and please, ignore this fatso.” Toto replied instead, bowing in greeting with a kind smile. “Are you new to the district? You are a bit young to be on your own…”

While Muta was large and hefty, Toto was his complete opposite with a slim frame and long, layered black locks tied into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck; reminding the brunette of a bird’s feathers. His skin was a tad darker than the larger mechanic and his clothes the standard dark navy-blue police uniform with the exception of knee-high shock absorption boots and a black carbon-fiber and titanium woven shirt that rested under the uniform with the cuffs rolled to his elbows. But what truly caught Haru’s attention was the unique dark-grey coloration of his eyes that she had only seen a few times before in holo-books or advertisements. “Oh wow, you have an optical upgrade on your eyes, I’ve never seen that before. That’s really cool…”

Here Toto gave a good-natured laugh, “you’re definitely new to Tokyo if this is your first time seeing something like that, but well spotted. My eyes have been altered with increased monocular vision and can see with UV and Infrared, alongside night vision. Plus, the color is a rather nice aesthetic as well- but that’s enough about me; what brings you here to the city Miss…”

“Haru. Haru Yoshioka, and it’s nice to meet you too.” She smiled, giving a bow of greeting in return. “I am here for an intern job at the Bureau. But, I’m not sure what cooking really has to do with robotics and engineering.”

Muta bit into the hamburger steak and sighed happily as he devoured the plate of food while Toto groaned at the mechanic’s table manners; or lack thereof. “I didn’t want some assistant who couldn’t take care of themselves, I’m not a babysitter. Besides, if you weren’t skilled enough to be here, I wouldn’t have offered you the job in the first place.”

“O-Oh, thank you.” Haru beamed, more than relieved that though he seemed to be rather rough and intimidating, Muta wasn’t that bad- arguing with Toto aside. “I promise I’ll do my best, and thank you for your help Moo-ta.” Haru quickly gasped, raising her hands to her mouth in horror as if attempting to prevent the words from being heard, but it was too late.

“What?! Did you just say Moo? Like I’m some kind of fat cow!”

“No, no, you’re just fat! Oh- um…”

Toto, meanwhile, had lost all pretense of professionalism and started laughing with tears of amusement threatening to spill from his eyes. “Bahahaha! Oh, you’re going to fit in here quite well with nicknames like that Haru. I’m definitely going to be using that one.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up bird-brain.” Muta grumbled, glaring at the still chuckling policeman, “and you Chicky- you got anything to say for yourself or to me, your boss?”

Haru gave a nervous smile, “I’m sorry Muta, it really did slip out. Would you accept an Insta-Pudding with my apology?”

The ivory-haired man stared down at her with an irritated look before sighing, “make it an Angel Cake from Osono’s bakery down the street, and we’re even.”

“Coming right up!” The young woman chimed before quickly making her way toward the aforementioned bakery.

Toto and Muta both watched her leave with the former giving a thoughtful hum, “Yoshioka huh? I don’t suppose she wouldn’t happen to be related to Hayata Yoshioka, would she?”

“His daughter apparently, if you’re that curious. And she’s only a few good years younger than you and me, idiot.” Muta answered, releasing the AeroCycle from the hydraulic lift while wiping the oil and grease from his hands. “I didn’t know he had a kid, and thought the name was just a coincidence till I saw the resume file Haru and her friends sent me. She was apparently fixing Alpha-class mechs at 11 years old.”

Toto gave an impressed whistle, “well, she’s certainly her father’s daughter if that’s the case.”

"I thought that too, but it was the fact that she has no personal cyber-enhancements that really sealed the deal." Muta added, that information causing the slim police officer to splutter in shock. "So I thought ‘why not?’ and decided to give her a shot; and it wasn’t like I was going to turn down the help- so here we are. But the fact that she can cook is a definite bonus.”

“Do you ever not think from your stomach?”

“Shut up, bird-brain!”

Toto sighed, “well, just try to keep an eye on her, alright? Not everything is exactly safe here, so if you ever need anything give me a call.”

“Thanks… you big chicken,” Muta answered before giving a devious grin and holding out his hand. “Now for the repairs, that’ll be 3,500 credits.”

“What?! That’s daylight robbery!”

“Is that so? And here I was giving you the ‘Friends and Family’ discount. But if you would rather pay full-price, who am I to deny you that.”

By the time Haru returned to the Workshop, she could hear Toto and Muta starting to argue once more and was glad she decided to buy two cakes in order to pacify both parties. Though slightly nervous about her new job, Haru couldn't help the feeling of joy at the upcoming work ahead of her.

#the cat returns #haru yoshioka #baron humbert von gikkingen #renaldo moon #toto (cat returns)#haru x baron #cyberpunk au #android au #there will be angst later #fanfiction #my writing #other characters and plot to appear later

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namjoonchronicles · 4 years ago

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rough | sj

↳ pairing seokjin x you

↳ genre domestic, fluff, slice of life, heir!seokjin, husband!seokjin, established relationship

↳ words 2.7k

↳ summary again seokjin’s conglomerate family comes in between your marriage, but this time, seokjin will not stay silent

↳ song lauv ‘love like that’

↳ author’s note the 7-day writing challenge continues with seokjin! <3

Blanket rustling. A hand clamored on the vibrating alarm. A silhouette of a broad shoulder of a man sat awake on the edge of the bed, clicking his neck right and left. Seokjin rubs the back of his neck. He slid the indoor slippers on, walked wobbly around the king-sized bed, leaving the striped curtain down for his wife to sleep longer. Hand on the knob to the bathroom, he splashes water on his face. With the tips of his hair wet, he brushed his teeth. The morning always begins the same way from Seokjin. He is up by 6am, he does all his morning necessities, plants a kiss on the wife’s cheek and checks out the daughter in the next room. Once he has gotten a good look and the situation is unalarming, he proceeds to the kitchen. He looked at a post-it note placed on the fridge door, and today, his wife wanted to take kimchi fried rice with egg to the office for lunch.

Easy. I can do that. He thought.

Lily, his 7 years old daughter is still asleep. Overnight yoghurt is ready for her. For his wife, she would have something warm. So he took out a bowl and poured a cup of oats inside, meanwhile the coffee was brewing as it was set to start brewing at about 6:15am in the morning, everyday. Coffee is the most important beverage to start the day. Without it, civilization might not even exist. Seokjin thought as his lips embraced the warm hug of the energizing liquid, downing a sip, cascading down his parched throat. He let out a satisfied sigh. The curtain in the living room is drawn open even before the sun is up. The cold air of the morning had fogged the glass window but with a click of a button, it cleared. Seokjin begin fluffing the cushion on the sofa, fix the runner on the coffee table and cleared the kitchen counter ready for breakfast. It’s almost 6.45am. You’ll be up and you would wake Lily right after. But before that, you will steal his coffee mug.

“Morning to you too,” he monotonously said while you grab his mug from his hand.

“I hate Mondays…” You grumbled.

“But today is Tuesday…” he corrected you, glancing at the digital calendar on the fridge.

“A second monday is no different,” You placed the mug down, and leaned on his arm.

“What time did you sleep last night?” he asked, shaking his arm sporadically to keep you awake because it seemed that you snoozed on them.

“Late, late…” you muttered.

Because of that, Seokjin offered to wake Lily this time around. But only today. Lily is draped over her father’s able body as he walks around, getting the laundries to run so he could dry them on time before the noon drama begins. You are in the shower, still whining about having to leave for work, trashing and sighing and whatever adults do when they have to work to get the bills paid. Sitting in your bathrobe, Seokjin had your oatmeal ready. Lily is on his lap while he fed her overnight yoghurt. She has school this morning, online classes. Lily always had a soft spot for her dad. Technically, he’s mom. He’s the one at home while the mom works. He teaches vocal lessons online after the virus decided to return to the community. He doesn’t really prefer online classes, literally no one does. It’s just not the same. You on the other hand, would have preferred working at home instead. If only you could bring those machines home. The vaccine development is in its pilot state, and there are so many things to be done. Your present is required in all the meetings.

Yesterday, you were up late to decipher the most recent problem your team encountered. The DNAs are denatured when it is transferred into the carrier and no matter how much you argued, (how impossible it was to happen) since there was no presence of heat at all to have caused the denature, it happened anyways.

“Phones off the table please, mummy…” Seokjin warned.

Typing frantically a few more sentences, your phone is taken away by your husband and set on the side table, mere an arm length away. Lily watches in silence and while you wretched in silent agony.

“What’s happened?” Seokjin asked. Telling him everything, explaining it in simple words. Your animated way of telling stories comes in beneficial today, even Lily is engaged. Then the shoulders dropped. The tone mellows and your lips begin to mumble when you hit the no-answer part of the story, the part where it leaves you stuck.

“And I don’t know what to do to fix that particular mishap…”

Seokjin pursed his lips. That’s when Lily reached her little arms out to you.

“It’s okay, mummy. You’ll find a way to do it today…” She even pats your knuckle while at it. You switched your palm upward and held her hand. Seokjin smiled proudly at her, and kissed her hard on the head. You both shared a look across the kitchen counter, and you know you both are thinking of the same thing; Lily surely is an angel. She may be 7, but she doesn’t know just how much that meant to you. You will walk the headquarters today, a lot more confident than you did yesterday, and when you are confident, you are able to look through windows that are otherwise shut. That reminds you of Seokjin truly. He just always had so much faith in you that even if you don’t have it in you, you would think you do just because he believed so.

He hands you your lunch by the door. A hug for a minute every day, therapists say, would be good for the mind, body and soul. Sometimes it drags longer than that, depending on the severity of the situation. But he smells like bed and toothpaste in the morning, with his little bed hair that you wouldn’t mind doing it for an hour. Lily leans down for a kiss on the cheek and she hands you a facemask before you leave while Seokjin hands you the car key. Usually he would drive you to work and fetch you home but since both of his classes and Lily’s are online, there’s no need to go back and forth, exposing themselves to the virus even more while being out. You would like it better if they never had to leave home. Lily waves you goodbye from the door and Seokjin watches you leave with a smile stuck on his face. And you looked back thinking, the year may have taken a number of things, but they’ve also strengthened the little family you have.

Walking in with a comfortable glide by the lounge of the already bustling office, wait… Bustling? Everyone rushed in and out pushing carts of files and trays. Even the decors are being moved about. What is going on? You tilted your head to one side and looked for a familiar face. But seeing no one you know, you opened the door to your office and dialled Yoongi, your trustee alliance in the building. He answered with a cocky huff, “You don’t know? The investors are coming in today!” Yoongi can be all kinds of things, but lying isn’t one. It was not impossible for investors to come in without a proper walkthrough towards the manufacture of the vaccine but, isn’t this way too early?

“I think they’re antsy, the economy is at its lowest this time of day and they want profit… Capitalists,” Yoongi swings in with his coffee mug.

“I thought this would be on Friday, I would have had everything ready on Friday,” you fussed, shifting papers and files, frantically typing on last modifications on the presentation you had prepared.

“That, you could blame your rookie assistant, the new boy, what’s his name,” Yoongi clicked his tongue, proceeds to think hard.

“Yeonjun?” “Yes, Yeonjun. He got the time zone all wrong…”

You shut your eyes in agony. Noticing your silence, Yoongi took a seat in front of, swivel in the chair in the behaviour of an heir to a convenient store chain, before stopping dead in front of you, voice deeper than the sea.

“Mrs. Kim,” he said, “Aren’t you afraid? “Of what?” “The investors that are coming are Astra Pharmaceutics…” “So?” “They’re linked to your in-laws medical centres… before your marriage with Kim Seokjin.”

Astra Pharma. It is a joint company orchestrated by your father-in-law, their first ever attempt to venture into the medical line. How could you forget the name of the company? Astra Pharma is owned by a powerful chaebol Kim clan, one of which Seokjin grew up with. They have a daughter that they wanted Seokjin to marry with. That was 10 years ago, which means that that daughter is going to pioneer the company now, and her name is Kim Yoojin. Every year she sends a bouquet of flowers to Seokjin’s family restaurant on New Year's. She never missed any stores that Seokjin family opens.

Yoongi searched her name on Naver for you. She is standing on the patio, giving out speeches. It most certainly didn’t help that she is elegant, stunning and charismatic. Even as she walked into the meeting room right now, with her entourage. She really wants to talk business. And you know nothing about that. Your defenses are science, your core is pharmaceutical and your strength is knowledge. If she begins a financial jargon with you, you will be making a fool out of yourself. Somehow, knowing that she is the preferred daughter-in-law, makes it even worse.

No room for mistakes.

Dial tone, and again, unanswered.

“Where could mummy be…” Seokjin hums. “A meeting probably…” Lily replied.

Seokjin gapes his mouth open to have his daughter feed him a biscuit. Lily, being a little rascal refuses to give up her biscuits.

“That’s right, that’s how I raised you, don’t share unless you get something too,” Seokjin joked around. Seokjin might have left the stove running when he answered a call from his mother. Lily was drawing on the dining table, waiting for her next online class. She is to take pictures of her drawings and send them to her teacher. Seokjin returns to the kitchen, placing the phone sandwiched between his shoulder and ear.

“Son,” she began, “Why don’t you take your wife to a resort this weekend so Lily could spend the weekend with her grandparents here in Hannam… wouldn’t that be nice?”

Seokjin squeezed his eyes, and set down that spatula.

“Mom….” he warned, “Is there something else you would like to tell me?”

After hearing what his mother had to say, Seokjin rushed out the door along with Lily, driving down the white Palisade to Hannam mansion where his mother was waiting outside. Seokjin drops Lily and rushes inside the mansion to grab a few more things. But before he leaves, he locks his eyes on his mother and says with utmost firmness, “You and I will have to talk after I get this settled.” His mother gave him a stricken smile while Lily smiled wickedly at her father. Blue Lamborghini, Aventador S engine roars as it sped out the garage door. Seokjin pulls down the window to speak to his daughter, “Behave, or else…” Lily gave out an ‘OK’ sign with her fingers.

The luxurious car then sped out into the street.

There weren’t any mistakes. Any investors coming would have been persuaded by the way you carry the presentation. The marketing strategy and pilot scale up plans are concise and rectified. The points are delivered extensively and with proper explanation. However, when you were prepared for scientific questions and whatnot, you come to realise that the CEO of Astra Pharma was interested in anything but science.

“How is Kim Seokjin?”

Everyone else in the room was taken aback by the strangely intimate question posed on a vaccine presentation. It was out of line and obviously, out of place. Even as a person as wealthy as her. Not only was it a deliberate display of her unprofessionalism, she was also bringing down her company’s image. It’s like she is ready to overturn the hard work her parents put into raising her, for a man who is married to someone else.

“He is… perfectly well, though I am not sure what’s that has got to do with our topic of discussion for today…”

You mumbled the last few words to yourself. What is she doing? What is she thinking of doing? Steal Seokjin back? If that’s her intention, then it's the worst strategy she could ever come up with. Not only would it fail her immensely, Seokjin will literally drag her and her family’s face down in the dirt for even trying to tear his family apart. You know him enough to know that he would fight the world for his wife and kids. Hence, that’s why you couldn’t understand Yoojin’s motive to bring this all up, ten years after. Is she trying to embarrass you? In the middle of a presentation filled by scientists who care nothing about the personal lives of one of their own? She is only making a fool out of herself, despite her money.

“You must have been so confused… as to why I brought up your husband in this…” she stood up in her Swarovski studded heels. She made her way to you around the table, enticing everyone in the room with her walk and her words.

“No, I am confused as to why a company like yours is interested in investing in the same exact study your own university is working on. It’s like buying the exact same cows doing the exact same thing, producing the exact type of product with twice the price,” you tracted.

“I guess that’s why he liked you,” she looks down to the floor and up the ceiling with a cunning smile, “You’re a sheep in the pack of wolves.” She locked her hyena-like eyes to you. The hair in the back of your neck stood up. You have no idea what she meant by that.

“I am investing for you to stop. Your formula is bound to fail anyways. So before the company suffers any more losses due to your incompetence, I suggest you halt all activity and let the high rollers play the game. This field is not for amateurs.”

“I think you might have forgotten that I am a scientist, not a businesswomen. Your concern is not mine to worry. My job is to get to my vaccines and make sure it works, and that’s what I’m paid to do. Whether or not you invested, is none of my concerns.”

You collected your things on the desk. And she smiled wickedly,

“Well then, you leave me no choice, I will have to sue you for forging the templates my company has patented…” “How do you sue me for fraud if I don’t do any forging?”

“You’re surely a meek girl… Seokjin will have to cushion the blow with an expensive legal fee now don’t he?”

Was there a mole in the company? Yoongi walks in. Along with Seokjin.

“Tell them what you did,” Seokjin said, and then, “Tell them what you did!” He thundered.

Yoongi confessed to stealing the documents and making it seem like it was forged. He also sent the emails and had them edited so the dates were wrong. He was paid handsomely by Astra Pharma to send all updates on the formula which then led the pharma company to imitate the make-ups protein-by-protein. He used the friendship he had established with you to gain all access to your files. He also confessed that he refused to continue doing it and when he decided to pull the plugs from Astra Pharma, Astra Pharma threatened him. He had no choice but to abide to the play Yoojin wanted orchestrated. When it was clear what Yoojin actually wanted (to spill dirt on your name so she could feel above you for once in her life after she lost Seokjin), Yoongi decided to come clean. He came to Seokjin’s mother and begged for forgiveness, because it was through her that he had gotten a job in your pharma company.

. . .

Seokjin leans on his blue lamborghini, waiting for you to come outside. He has his Raybans on and a black bomber jacket over a white tee.

“Are you mad at my family?” “Won’t you be?”

The car door lifts up and you climb in.

“You should have just married her and this all could have been avoided.” “Where’s the fun in that?”

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zu-is-here · 4 years ago

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How are you anyway? Time for what has become a daily check in I guess! How's the day?

Like a small tradition, heh? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Really good, thanks! <3 had a pretty lazy day ( ˘▽˘)っ♨ What about you? ♡

UPD:

Aw you got me there! XP Are you not even allowed to go outside for a bit? ó3ò How do you usually entertain yourself besides drawing?

Good job ☆ I saw your Coffee Creamer as a kitsune, so cute! (๑>◡<๑)

Oh I'm looking forward this as well *^* Good luck choosing╰(*´︶`*)╯

OHH what are you going to / like to cook?? *3*

Sounds tasty (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)♡ but if it's vegetarian, what's this instead of minced meat? Italian cuisine is *chef kiss* indeed *^*

I do <3 but now I have time and energy only for fried eggs in the morning and for rice / pasta for lunch and dinner XD And you? (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

No worries! Feel free to reply anytime later <3

Idk much about vegetarianism so all this sounds so complicated but interesting (°▽°) 'm looking forward the report heh! ☆

I enjoy baking something like sharlotka (apple pie), sealing and boiling varenyky (or pierogi, dumplings with a sweet filling) and cooking vegetable casserole and stuffed peppers ♡ What about you? *^*

#updated #ask #zu is happy

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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Glow Stars

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Felix (age 3-4), Changbin (age?)

Caregiver: Chan + Changbin

Sequel to ‘Gonna leave a light on’

Noone’s POV.:

“Dada nu leave Lixxie”, the little pouted, grabbing the caregiver’s sleeve. Chan gave him a sad smile and pet the little’s hair. The leader had been called to the studio by their manager and would most likely come back home late, way past the younger’s bedtime. “I’m sorry, cupcake. I don’t want to go either but I really have to. You don’t want daddy to get in trouble, would you?”, he sighed. Felix shook his head and dropped his hand from where it was clutching the other’s sleeve. Frowning, the oldest turned to Changbin. “Hyung, don’t worry. We’ll be fine. Both of you told me so much about little space, I’m sure I’ll be able to care for Lix for a few hours. The others aren’t even here, so we don’t have to worry about hiding”, the rapper tried to comfort his hyung. He knew how protective Chan was of Felix, which only amplified when the younger Aussie was little. Originally, Stray Kids had a day off, which most of the members used to take a day trip together. They’d only come back after Felix’ bedtime, so Chan and Felix decided to stay back home and let the little regress. Changbin stayed behind with them because he wanted to see how his friend regressed and maybe learn more about little space. The rapper himself had only regressed a small handful of times around the two Aussies to deal with his insomnia and was still unexperienced, that’s why he wanted to learn from Felix. It came as a shock to all of the three when Chan was suddenly called into work while Felix was little. They had always made sure they’d be together when Felix regressed, so he’d be taken care of. Sure, the leader was glad that Changbin now knew about their secret and was more than willing to take care of the little but the caregiver was reluctant to leave anyways. Frowning, he ruffled the little’s hair one last time promising: “Be good for Binnie, okay? I’ll be all yours tomorrow. If you behave well and the weather’s good tomorrow, we can even go to the park and get ice cream. Daddy loves you little koala.” The little held back tears when he hugged his caregiver one last time, not wanting to let go as he mumbled a sad ‘love chu too’ and with that the leader was gone.

Ever since to oldest left, Felix had been in a gloomy mood. Changbin had tried to cheer him up but was slowly running out of ideas, so he just turned on one of Felix’ favorite cartoons and held the little tight as they watched. After a few hours, the young Aussie started to giggle along and by the time lunch rolled around, he had fully warmed up to Changbin. The older made dino nuggets for the little and some egg fried rice for himself, afraid he might feel little if he ate the same as Felix. The little munched happily on his nuggets, telling the newfound caregiver what he wanted to do with the remaining day. Despite talking with a mouth full of food, the older never scolded him. The rapper was too in awe to tell the little off and after the dishes were cleaned, they did exactly what Felix had been talking about. The little proudly showed off all of his coloring books and let Changbin choose a page that Felix would color just for him and one that the little would color for his daddy when he came back home. The little even offered the rapper one of the coloring books but the older declined because he still didn’t know which things could trigger his own headspace, instead he praised the younger for how great of an artist he was. He also made sure to take lots of pictures, sending them to Chan, reassuring that they were having a great time. Before dinner they played a few rounds of tag, chasing each other through the entire dorm to tire Felix out. After blowing off some steam, they had dinner in form off some scrambled eggs and sliced fruit and spent another two hours to watch a Disney movie. With still an hour left till Felix’ bedtime, they settled in bed with the older reading the little some cartoons. The little was laughing at the different voices Changbin imitated and cuddled into the rapper’s arm. Changbin also made sure to remember Felix’ evening milk. He turned on some calm music and dimmed the light, before sitting down on the bed and cradling the little in his arms. While bottle-feeding him, the older watched Felix’ eyes flutter shut and when the little’s lips slowed and then stopped, he pulled the bottle away and placed it on the nightstand before sliding out of bed and tucking the little in.

Laying in his own bed, Changbin envied Felix for how easily sleep seemed to come for the younger. It had been two hours since the little had fallen asleep and the rapped had gone to his own bed only to be reminded of his own insomnia. It was pitch black in the room because unlike Changbin when he regressed, Felix had no problem with the dark. The older knew, that the only thing that helped him sleep was being little but he couldn’t regress while looking after Felix. He chewed on his bottom lip, being stuck in a dilemma. After a few minutes, the rapper decided, it was unlikely that the younger would wake up anytime soon. Not being able to see much with how dark it was, he fumbled around his bedside drawer and pulled out a cute pink pacifier. It had been his first little space gift from Chan and Felix. Assuring himself that he’d just use the paci to relax while staying big, Changbin took the comfort item between his lips and started sucking on it softly. His plan to stay big started to prove itself as much harder than expected and with the belief he’d be able to pull himself out of headspace should Felix need him, the older gave up the fight and allowed his mind to slip.

Having never regressed without somebody who’d care for him, Changbin didn’t think about having to make preparations. He also completely forgot about his little self’s fear of the dark, so when the little suddenly found himself in a pitchblack room, he started to panic. Instinctively, the rapper knew he couldn’t cry out for one of his members, who had come home an hour prior, because they didn’t know about little space and both him and Felix preferred it stayed that way. Clutching Gyu, Changbin shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his sobs, when suddenly a small hand touched his back. His frightened screamed went muffled by the pillow, so luckily none of the other dorm mates got alerted. “Chu otay, hyung?”, Felix mumbled sleepily from where he had climbed onto the other’s bed. Changbin flinched at the used honorific and pulled his blanket over his head before choking out: “Too dawk.” Hadn’t he been hiding his face, the rapper would have seen the realization lighting up his friends face before he scrambled of the bed. There were a few cluttering noises heard, from Felix blindly stumbling into things before he found the switch and the large ceiling light turned on. Lowering the blanket, Changbin blinked at his fellow little, chubby cheeks stained with tears. He rubbed his eyes while Felix climbed back into bed and cuddled him. “Chu wanna be fwiends? Lixxie always wanted little fwiend”, the Aussie whispered shyly, playing with the hem of his sleep shirt. Not being able to speak with the paci in his mouth, Changbin nodded excitedly and hugged his knew found little space friend tight. When their eyes met, their bright smiles mirrored each other’s. The rapper removed his pacifier and giggled: “Chu wanna pway with Binnie?” Felix nodded happily but then his smile dropped. “Lixxie pwomised dada to be good. Good boys follow wules and wule is to follow bedtime. Nu think Lixxie is allowed to pway at night”, he frowned, scared that his daddy wouldn’t take him to the park in the morning if he found out that the two were playing after bedtime. Changbin too looked worried at the other’s statement and mumbled: “Binnie nu wanna be bad boy. Sweep?” Felix nodded and got up. He turned on the lap on his desk before switching the ceiling light off and collecting his paci and one of his favorite plushies. The Aussie climbed in next to his friend, who had put his pacifier back into his mouth, holding Gyu. They fell asleep cuddling.

Chan came back home an hour later, sneaking into his room that he shared with Changbin and Felix. His heart dropped when he found both of them with their pacis. The leader hadn’t calculated the risk of the rapper slipping too and his first thought was ‘What if the others saw?’. Remembering that he had gotten no confused or panicked texts, the oldest slowly relaxed. He took a picture of the two cuddling littles before getting changed and going to bed.

Changbin was the first to wake up and when he did, he was out of little space. He cleaned his paci and stored it away before Felix woke up. The Aussie was still in little space, so the rapper took out a coloring book and pencils to entertain the little in their room till Chan would wake up. They had this day off too, so everyone was sleeping in. When Felix complained about being hungry, Changbin ventured to the kitchen and chopped some fruit, for the little to have for breakfast, allowing him to eat in their room. It wasn’t too long before Chan woke up too and helped Felix to change into clothes that were suitable for going out in public. The leader decided to take the little out as early as possible, so they wouldn’t run into too many people. While they got ready in their room, Changbin told him what had happened the day before and apologized for being irresponsible. The oldest of course forgave him, he knew how difficult it was for Felix to stay big when he felt little. When Chan and Felix left the dorm, Chan didn’t eat breakfast. He wanted to keep the time little Felix was around the other members as short as possible. They knew him too well and would be able to tell that something was off. The pair already had a way of sneaking little Felix past every one else. The younger stayed quiet and only waved happily while Chan explained that he was taking his dongsaeng to the park. Before anyone could notice something and before Felix got the chance to talk, they were gone, leaving Changbin to wonder how often he had seen little Lixxie without being aware of it.

The two Aussies trailed around the park, their fingers intertwined and their arms swinging. They were enjoying the morning sun, when the caregiver spotted a café close by. “You wanna get ice cream now, sweetie?”, Chan smiled and the little nodded excitedly, “Alright, tell daddy which flavors. Remember, only daddy and Binnie and daddy know you’re little, so no talking to anyone else.” It was a rule they had made to avoid Felix giving himself away, should he slip when others were around. He could pass of as big for quite a while but his cute little voice would catch everyone’s attention. When they entered the café, the little stayed close to his caregiver when the older ordered him one scoop of strawberry ice cream and one scoop chocolate. The leader got himself a piece of pastry along with a cup of coffee to make up for his skipped breakfast and the two ate at their favorite spot in the park. It was a small bench, hidden by a few trees but still close to the lake. When they were done, the older pulled out two slices of old toast. He knew how much the little loved to feed the ducks on the lake so he always made sure to sneak something from the kitchen when they went to the park. Chan let his little feed the ducks while he watched in adoration, being certain that one of the best things he had ever done was asking Felix if he could be his caregiver.

After playing in the sun for a while and feeding the ducks, the younger came running back to his caregiver with a huge smile on his face. He hugged Chan tightly, repeating over and over again how much he liked the older and how happy he made him. The leader grinned proudly and returned the hug, promising he loved the little more. They pulled apart and made their way back to the dorm, so Felix could show him the picture he colored for him. On their way back, they passed a toy store and Chan had an idea: “Hey Lixxie. How about we get you a reward for how good you were yesterday? You can choose one bigger item or two small ones and daddy’s going to buy them for you.” The little’s eyes lit up at the thought of new toys and he gave his caregiver a side-hug, almost tripping both of them while he repeatedly whispered “thank chu”. Wandering the aisles, something quickly caught Felix’ eyes and he handed his pick to Chan. The leader smiled at the cute nightlight and the box of glow stars his little had chosen. They went to check out and made their way home with the little skipping along happily.

Back at the dorm they used the same tactic as earlier to get to their room and Felix was quick to also pull Changbin along. The two older, sat on one of the beds and watched the little clap his hands excitedly. “Lixxie got gifts fow Binnie”, he announced proudly and Chan smiled when he understood why Felix chose what he did. Changbin loved receiving gifts although he’d never admit it. The rapper’s eyes lit up and he was quick to slip, knowing it was only Chan and Felix around. The thought of Lixxie getting him a gift got him too excited to stay big. The leader handed him the shopping bag and watched as he reached into it. Changbin looked at the items with large sparkling eyes, lips forming a small ‘o’. First there was little reaction and Felix bit his lip worried his little friend might not like the gift but the rapper was simply too stunned. It took a few moments for Changbin to snap out of it and he was quick to tackle Felix onto one of the free beds, hugging him tightly and fighting back tears of joy. Chan watched the two littles, proud of how thoughtful Felix was. When the two finally let go of each other, the leader split the glow stars into two even piles and first picked up Changbin, so that the rapper could touch the ceiling to put up half of the glow stars. Then Chan picked up Felix to let him place the other half of the stars.

That night, Chan made two cups of warm milk with honey and took them back to their room where he transferred the milk into Felix bottle and sippy cup. It was common for Changbin to borrow Felix sippy, which wasn’t a big deal because the Aussie preferred his bottle anyways. The leader bottle fed Felix and Changbin drank his milk himself, while the two littles listened to their caregiver’s soft voice, singing only for them. When they finished, Chan plugged in the nightlight and lay down. They had their beds pushed together again, so each little could lay in one of the caregiver’s arms and cuddle into his wide chest. From that point on, Changbin would slip every night when he looked up at the glow stars but he wasn’t afraid anymore because the nightlight provided just enough light for him to see his surroundings and being in headspace, the rapper had no troubles sleeping. Seems like his little friend managed to cure his insomnia.

#skz #stray kids #fluff #little #little space #headspace #bang chan #lee felix #seo changbin #agere #age regression

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365-money-diary · 4 years ago

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DAYS 43-49

DAY FORTY-THREE

7:30 AM - Up a little early so I can close on my house. The process is pretty easy and I feel safe about it and such. We do it on the front porch with 6 foot folding table.

8:30 AM - I need to re-caulk the side door trim before I can start painting so I do that while I make my chemex. This is fun (not) because I don’t own a caulk gun.

10:30 AM - Eat a plant yogurt

12:00 PM - Snack on chips and salsa – damn the salsa I made is so good this time. Also make salad for lunch. I’m set up in the kitchen today which is clearly a bad scene because I keep going to the pantry for more snacks. Relocate to the bedroom.

2:00 PM - I really should get my barre class out of the way today. I have a 4PM happy hour and I know I won’t want to work out after that, so I do a 10 minute low impact ride and then start class.

4:00 PM - I get done with most of the class and hop on zoom. Make refried beans in the instant pot for dinner while we chat.

5:00 PM - Finish the zoom and knock out the last 10 minutes of barre. I don’t like to split the classes up like that but oh well.

6:00 PM - Finish making the beans as well as rice and jackfruit for burritos. K isn’t hungry so I watch an episode of The Challenge before making the burritos.

7:30 PM - Ok these are really good. Dang! I don’t want to drink tonight so I open a La Croix and try to hydrate.

DAY FORTY-THREE TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-FOUR

8:00 AM - I’m awake and I feel really good. K is still pretty conked out and I get the idea to go to Cartel. I haven’t been in a few months because cases were super high but now seems like a good opportunity. This is the one thing I do behind K’s back. It’s contactless and it’s super safe so I don’t really consider it to be a risk but I know he isn’t ready to drink things directly out of containers they’re served in on the same day you buy them so let’s just leave this between us. Buy a hot oat milk latte and tip $10. $17.57

10:00 AM - Make a chemex so K doesn’t suspect anything. Hang with him on the couch for a bit and then start moving around the furniture in the kitchen to start taping.

11:30 AM - Take a break to cook breakfast - tofu/egg tacos with field roast sausage.

12:15 PM - Back to taping. It takes forev, but I think I did a good job.

3:45 PM - First coat done. Watch an episode of The challenge before I apply the second.

5:30 PM - Done with the second. Watch more of the challenge.

7:00 PM - Dinner tonight is pozole. I take my time making it and drink a glass of wine while I cook.

8:00 PM - Dang this is so delicious.

DAY FORTY-FOUR TOTAL: $17.57

DAY FORTY-FIVE

9:00 AM - Woah I am SO SORE. What the hell? My quads. Make a chemex and work on putting the kitchen back together, but I run out of time and have to meet with S and her BF on zoom. K joins me and it’s a really good time.

11:15 PM - Ok back to tape removal.

12:15 PM - Done! / Looks good! Make more tofu tacos for breakfast.

2:00 PM - My boss is applying for citizenship in the US and she asked me to help build her a website. I have totally spaced it over the past two weeks and get cracking on it today. Make some good progress and send her what I have.

4:00 PM - Watch some episodes of The Challenge. For whatever reason this feels like the first time I’ve actually relaxed this weekend and I am here for it.

6:00 PM - We drive to a bar I DJ at on the reg during non-pandemic times to do a pick up of their Valentine’s Day special. Neither K or I are big V Day fans and we feel like this is good enough to “celebrate.” We get two veggie dogs, fries and a bottle of wine to take home. J (my friend who owns the bar) runs my card for $31ish and I tip $20. K insists he pays and he venmos me $50. $1.89

7:00 PM - I haven’t had fries in like… a year. And these ones are really delicious! The wine is good too. Spend the rest of the evening catching up on my blog. I haven’t felt very motivated to work on it this month.

8:00 PM - Get a charge from Amazon… S is buying movies again. Make a venmo request for $16 and she fulfills it. $0.19

DAY FORTY-FIVE TOTAL: $2.08

DAY FORTY-SIX

8:30 AM - WOW I am still sore WTF. Make a chemex and notice my tea kettle has a rust spot. Damnit. At this point, I would rather just buy an electric kettle with a gooseneck spout to get rid of both of my kettles, but I’m trying to stick to my budget this month. I’ve been covering K’s groceries throughout the pandemic and he owes me around $2k at this point. Because of this, I’ve kind of cut back on clothing and other frivolous purchases until he starts to pay me back so I can still save money every month. But rust is rust and I don’t want to get sick. Buy a Stagg EKG kettle with a nice wood handle. $160.62

10:00 AM - plant yogurt, a clementine and Pure Barre weekly charge. $15

12:00 PM - It’s salad time but I’m kind of out of tempeh and am a little burnt out on the miso Asian vibe anyways. Toss together some greens, bell pepper, onion, carrots, snap peas, cucumber, and a frozen Quorn spicy chicken patty and top it with cashew ranch. It’s honestly really good.

4:00 PM - Call M to wish him a happy bday. Tell him either next Sunday or the Sunday after that we will do a lunch thing together in his backyard to celebrate. Drink a nuun while we chat.

5:15 PM - I do a pure barre workout but make the mistake of doing it on my work computer at the post-workday slacks are coming in hot this AM. My body’s HR doesn’t really pick up but I still feel proud of myself for pushing thru the soreness.

7:00 PM - K and I eat big burritos for dinner with jackfruit, beans, rice, lettuce, tofutti sour cream, cheeze, and jalapenos with chips and salsa. They’re so good and I am sad that we’re out of tortilla chips and salsa now.

8:00 PM - Since dinner was kinda big and I had fries yesterday, I spend the evening hydrating instead of drinking wine. K and I watch a 4 part docuseries on Elisa Lam & the Cecil Hotel. At some point he goes off to work on some stuff and I wrap up this website I’m building for my boss who is working on getting her green card.

DAY FORTY-SIX TOTAL: $175.62

DAY FORTY-SEVEN

9:00 AM - Make a chemex. Finish the site and send it to my boss who approves. Hopefully I don’t have to actually post it for her. I hate dealing with hosting and such.

10:00 AM - I don’t really want yogurt today and find a small portion of tofu scramble leftover from Sunday. Heat that up and top with truffle hot sauce.

12:00 PM - Kill the rest of the salad ingredients today by making the same dish as yesterday but with peas instead of red bell peppers. Review the site I made for my boss. She sends me a $100 amazon gift card! How sweet.

5:00 PM - Get sucked in a meeting and am not able to leave until 5:30. I’m not interested in exercising this late so I zone out on the couch for a bit and snack on some gf pretzels. Start a new season of The Challenge. Drink a glass of wine.

7:00 PM - Heat up leftover pozole for dinner. Eat with K while we “watch” a hockey game.

8:30 PM - Pour another glass of wine and chat on the phone with Q. I end up feeling super antsy halfway through our conversation and decide to take a walk. I do a nice loop down to the lake and back to my house. Next time we decide that we will walk together.

10:30 PM - I check my phone after our conversation to see 100 slack messages from various team members. Looks like there is something going on which will affect the report I have to give tomorrow. Read thru, ask some questions and feel good about what I have to change.

DAY FORTY-SEVEN TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-EIGHT

8:15 AM - Up a little early today so I can adjust my report. Make a chemex while I pull numbers.

9:30 AM - Present the info. It’s good stuff! My boss is out of town so I think today should be pretty chill. Get a note from my bank that the wire of leftover funds from the mortgage stuff has been transferred to my checking totaling $1250.39.

12:00 PM - Make broccoli fried rice for lunch. Things turn chaotic for the rest of the day and by the time I know it, it’s 4:00 PM

4:15 PM - Decide to cut out early today and take a live barre class. 20 minutes in (10 minutes before 5), I get a message from my teammate asking to hop on zoom. She has computer issues so I’m actually able to finish the class before she’s ready.

7:00 PM - Finally done working. Rinse off and make pasta for dinner. Drink 3 glasses of wine.

9:30 PM - K and I play Mario Kart for a while before turning in.

DAY FORTY-EIGHT TOTAL: $0

DAY FORTY-NINE

8:30 AM - Today has to be more chill than yesterday… It just has to be. Make a chemex. See that my hair dresser is selling shirts for her shop. Venmo her. $25

12:00 PM - Prep chicken seitan shreds. Broccoli fried rice for lunch with seltzer.

1:30 PM - Finish making the seitan, eat an apple, gf pretzels and carrots. I realize I forgot to eat breakfast this AM. Ugh.

5:00 PM - My butt is super sore from yesterday but I do my barre workout anyways. It’s so nice to not be interrupted. My cal burn is low but I don’t even care. It’s just nice to move.

6:00 PM - Rinse off and prep dinner. We make buffalo chicken sandwiches with roasted potatoes. They turn out pretty good and I’m excited to eat them over the next few days.

8:00 PM - Drink a glass of wine. I google if I can have more since I’m getting the COVID vaccine tomorrow and it seems like one is ok but maybe not more so I decide against it.

DAY FORTY-NINE TOTAL: $25

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basketofverbiage · 4 years ago

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A New Beginning

Hi everyone! I’m sorry for not really posting in a long time. I had some serious depression/creativity issues. But here is a second part that I had never planned to write for Angels Calling.

Angels Calling

Dasom was dressed in a tiny school uniform and was tugging Hoseok along by the hand in her excitement to get through the doors of her school.

“Come on, Appa! I don’t want to be late!” she said, tugging harder at his hand in an effort to try to make him move faster.

“Okay, okay, Somie! Calm down. We have plenty of time,” he chuckled.

She was clearly ready for her first day of school. When they reached the door of her classroom, he knelt down in front of her and handed her a bright pink lunchbox before pulling her close for a hug.

“Have a great first day of school, Somie. I’ll come pick you up later today,” he said into her hair, giving her one tighter squeeze before letting her go.

“I love you, Appa. Don’t forget me!”

Hoseok’s eyes popped open as the dream faded, and he smiled sadly at the ceiling. Dasom had not lived long enough to have her first day of school. She would have started school in a few weeks at the elementary school a few blocks from his apartment building. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment until the ache in his chest was less debilitating.

“I could never forget you, baby,” he whispered to the darkness in his room before getting out of bed to walk into the bathroom.

He turned the water on in the shower to heat up while he brushed his teeth and tried to focus on beginning his day. Hoseok had woken up 45 minutes before his alarm, but the small chance that he might fall back into the dream kept him awake. He didn’t dream of his dead daughter often, but when he did, after waking up from that sort of dreams, he felt her absence so strongly for several days. He showered as quickly as possible then dried off mostly. He slipped on a pair of underwear and walked into the kitchen to make coffee. Hoseok was just pouring the fresh brew into his mug when the front door clicked open.

“Hey, baby! You’re up early,” Y/n greeted while slipping off her shoes. “I had a death visit, and I’ve been there for the last several hours.”

Y/n was a hospice nurse who had taken care of Dasom. During the time she’d helped with caring for his daughter, they’d grown close and then had fallen in love slowly in the year after her death. After Dasom had been gone for a year and a half, Hoseok asked her to move in with him since she was spending most of her spare time and at least 4 nights a week with him anyway. They had been happily living together for just under a year now. Their lives had seamlessly melded together in a way that no one expected. Hoseok had thought they would at least fight or argue occasionally, but it had not really been an issue for them. They just clicked in a nearly supernatural way.

He turned and hugged her when she walked into the kitchen and stole a sip of his coffee. “Did it go well?”

She hummed happily, taking another sip of his coffee before returning the cup and kissing his cheek. “Yeah. The patient was comfortable and died peacefully in their sleep. The family was sad, but they were exhausted since they’d been waiting by their bedside for almost two weeks.”

“I can’t imagine doing that. Dasom declining quickly was bad enough.”

“I know, baby.” Y/n pulled him into her arms after he set the coffee mug on the counter. “It just happens that way sometimes. They will be okay. I think for the moment that they are relieved it’s all over.”

Hoseok snuggled into the hug, letting the grounding presence of her arms around him, pressed against his bare back and chest, soothe away some of the ache still lingering from his dream. “Are you off today?” he asked into her hair.

“Yes,” she yawned, forehead pressed above where his heart thumped away.

“Go shower and climb into bed, darling. I’m going to get ready and head to work. I’ll be back later today.”

Y/n slept for a while and woke up feeling slightly less exhausted after sleeping for around 4 hours. She had been feeling super tired lately, but she just figured that it was because she had been working more on call shifts. While she was allowed to sleep when on call, it was hard to get deep restful sleep as she kept one ear open for calls from patients or families in distress. It was very normal to her that she would be tired after a night on call, but she had noticed that she was a lot more tired than usual. She’d called to schedule an appointment with her doctor, but there had been no openings until later in the week. Her phone lit up just as she was debating whether she should try to sleep some more or if she should get up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/n, this is Jae-in at Dr. Hong’s office. We had a cancellation at 4 pm this afternoon. Would you be available to come in then as opposed to later in the week?”

Y/n quickly agreed then got up to get ready so she could take her time in the shower and still have time to eat a late lunch. She had planned to eat some leftover fried rice from the evening before, but the smell of the eggs scrambled into it turned her stomach as soon as the scent wafted up. She quickly snapped the lid back down and put the container back in the refrigerator. After taking a few deep breaths while gripping onto the cool marble of the countertop, the strong urge to heave into their kitchen sink subsided enough for her to finish getting ready. By the time she was dressed and ready to go, she had still had an hour and a half before she needed to be at her appointment, so Y/n decided to drop by the bookstore. She could get some ginger tea from the café there to help keep the nausea at bay and seeing Hoseok would help with her nerves. Sometimes being a nurse was helpful, but at times like this, it just made her jump to the worst conclusions based on her own medical knowledge.

Y/n had told Hoseok that she had scheduled an appointment about how tired she was but was reluctant to admit the extent of her exhaustion. She didn’t want to make him worry that it was something worse when it’s likely that she just had a basic nutrient deficiency or maybe a hormone imbalance. Hoseok had been slightly traumatized by Dasom’s illness and death and he tended to jump to the worst possible conclusion; he had fully overreacted when Jungkook had caught the flu earlier in the winter and had a panic attack in the middle of the bookstore when Namjoon had mentioned he was home sick. She shook those thoughts out of her mind as she arrived at the bookstore and pushed the door open.

“Welcome to Tittle and Jot! Is there something I can help you find today?” Namjoon called with a smile from the counter at tinkling of the bell at the door. “Oh, hey, Y/n. You must be looking for Hobi.”

“Hi Joonie. Is he busy?”

“Nope, he’s back in the office. I’ll go get him. Want some coffee too?”

Y/n smiled back. “Not today. Could you make some ginger tea instead?”

“You’ve got it. I’ll be right back.”

Y/n browsed the rack of new releases positioned near the café counter while she waited on Hoseok to come up front. She was reading the back of a thriller book by a popular local author when she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Hoseok giggled into her ear as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/n returned the book to the shelf before turning to kiss his lips gently. “Hi, baby. How’s your day been so far?”

As Hoseok was telling her about the children’s storytime they had hosted earlier that morning, Namjoon brought her a to-go cup full of freshly steeped ginger tea.

“I used a special loose-leaf blend we got in last week from my cousin’s tea company. I put a little honey in it to cut the tang. Let me know how you like it,” he said before wandering off to restock and reorganize the storybooks in the front corner of the shops.

Y/n took a cautious sip of the tea before speaking up. “Hobi, the doctor’s office had a cancellation so they called to see if I could come today instead.”

“Do you need me to go with you?” he asked.

She could already see the worry in his eyes. Even though she would be more at ease if he were there, she decided to reject his offer.

“No, it’s just a check-up, baby. I’m sure its just that I need to get more vitamin D or something like that.” Y/n kissed him gently. “You might beat me home since the shop closes at 5 today, but I’ll update you as soon as I’m home.”

A few minutes later, Y/n needed to leave to be to her appointment on time. They said their goodbyes, then Hoseok watched her leave.

“She’s going to be okay, Hobi,” Namjoon said quietly as he wrapped his arm around Hoseok’s shoulders. “You know how bad you felt when your Vitamin B levels were wacky back in college. This is probably the same thing.”

Hoseok sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “I know you’re right, Joon. I just can’t help but worry a little bit. It’s like a gut reaction since Dasom.”

“I know. But just remember, you weren’t alone then, and you aren’t alone now. No matter what happens, Kook and I will be by your side.”

“I’m what?” Y/n sat in shock for a moment, mouth open and staring at her doctor.

“Y/n, you’re pregnant. Congratulations!” Dr. Hong smiled.

“I’m…wow.” She looked down at her stomach and then looked back at her doctor. “I’ve been on birth control and still taking it. Will that hurt the baby?”

“Well, now that you know, stop taking it. I’ll make you a referral to an OB/GYN and you will need to start taking some prenatal vitamins. The pregnancy does explain most of your symptoms and the rest of your bloodwork came back normally.”

Y/n was still a bit in shock as her doctor gave her some additional information on changes for her diet and things to do for the sporadic nausea she had been experiencing, along with written notes and an appointment card for an ultrasound and another appointment set for the end of the week with an OB/GYN. She sat in her car for nearly 15 minutes just staring at the information and her cell phone, debating on whether she should call Hoseok. They hadn’t even discussed children together because he was still grieving the loss of his child to a certain extent. While Y/n was more than a little surprised, she also found herself happy. She loved Hoseok and having a beautiful son or daughter with him made her heart leap with joy. Y/n eventually decided to just tell him when she got home.

Since she needed to stop to get prenatal vitamins, she could not resist browsing through the baby things. Y/n had no plans to buy anything for the baby yet, but when she saw a tiny pair of slippers with bunnies on them, she had to have them. She bought them and had them gift wrapped in simple yellow paper, intending to present them to Hoseok to tell him about the baby.

After closing the shop, Hoseok went home to pace around their living room while waiting on Y/n to get home. He had finally worn himself out after stalking around their sofa for 45 minutes and had just sat down in the armchair that faced the door when he heard a key in the lock. Y/n came breezing in the door with one hand behind her back, sliding off her shoes with the other hand, then smiling at him.

“Hi, baby! I’m back,” she said softly.

“Hey! What did the doctor say?”

“Before I tell you more details, I just want you to know that I’m okay. I am going to be just fine. Also, I brought you something.”

She sat down on the corner of the sofa nearest his chair and handed him a small yellow package. He was so confused but thanked her for the box before slowly tearing off the paper. He lifted the lid off of a small white box housed within the yellow paper and was greeted by tiny white slippers with bunnies on them. He slowly lifted the slippers out of the box with one hand, stroking one finger down the side of one small shoe.

“Baby, I’m pregnant,” Y/n whispered.

In that moment, Hoseok was struck with relief that she was going to be okay and then joy that they had created a new life, but then all he could think of was Dasom’s voice from his dream that morning.

I love you, Appa! Don’t forget me.

Don’t forget me.

Don’t forget…

Her voice bounced so loudly around his mind, and Hoseok panicked. He dropped the shoes and got up and rushed toward the door.

“I need to go,” he said, sliding his boots on and grabbing his keys. “I just need some time to process this.”

Before Y/n even had a chance to say anything, he was out the door and gone.

Jungkook was just sliding the lasagna he’d made for dinner into the oven when someone started pounding on the door. Namjoon was in the shower after just arriving home from work, so he walked to see who was there. He looked through the peephole to see Hoseok fidgeting outside the door as he knocked loudly again.

“Hey, Hobi-hyung! What are you doing here?” he asked, confused.

“Where is Namjoon? I need you both,” he said, frantically looking around the room for Namjoon.

“Joonie is in the shower. Sit down here, and I’ll go tell him to hurry. Is Y/n okay?”

“Yeah, she’s…um…just get Joon please.”

Jungkook could see the agitation swelling in Hoseok. Something weird was going on. Jungkook quickly walked through their bedroom to the master bathroom. The bathroom door was cracked open, so he just poked his head in the door to find Namjoon combing through his semi-dry hair with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Joonie, can you hurry? Something’s wrong with Hobi-hyung. He nearly beat our door down and wouldn’t tell me what’s going on without you.”

Namjoon startled a bit at Jungkook’s voice. “Yeah, let me just pull on some pants.”

Jungkook walked back out into the living room to find Hoseok tucked into the middle seat of their couch, his knees brought up to his chest and tears streaming down his cheeks. Jungkook immediately sat down beside him and gave him a hug. Hoseok curled into Jungkook’s embrace and Jungkook could feel him trembling with the effort not to sob.

“Hobi, what’s going on? Is Y/n okay?” Namjoon asked as he plopped down on Hoseok’s other side.

Hoseok nodded at first, then finally pulled away from Jungkook. “She’s pregnant.”

Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other in confusion for a moment before Namjoon spoke up again. “That’s wonderful, Hobi. Why do you look like it’s the end of the world?”

“I’m so scared,” he whimpered. “I don’t want to feel like I’m using this baby to replace Dasom. And what if this baby gets sick too? I can’t love another child just for them to die.”

He started sobbing in earnest then, so Jungkook pulled him back into his arms. “Hobi-hyung, you will never be able to replace Dasom. She will always be your baby too. You’ll be able to tell this baby all about their older sister. Do you honestly think that Dasom would be upset about the new baby?”

Hoseok thought about it for a moment. Dasom would have been thrilled. She had always wanted a younger sibling to play with. Hoseok knew deep down that she would have been so pleased that she was going to have the chance to be an older sister.

“No. She’d have been so happy,” he whispered back.

“Okay, then this is a good thing,” Namjoon softly replied. “This child has a different mother, Hobi. That’s a 50% DNA difference. Even if Dasom’s leukemia was caused by something genetic, the 50% difference in DNA could make a huge difference. Besides, there are a lot of things that can be tested in utero. Since you’ve already had one child that had that type of leukemia, talk to the doctor. There may be a test they can do for it.”

After a bit, the oven timer that Jungkook had set went off.

“Dinner is ready, Hobi-hyung. Let me go pull it out of the oven. You want to eat with us?”

Hoseok sighed. “No, I’d better go. Y/n is probably upset. I literally just ran out after she gave me baby slippers to tell me.”

Namjoon and Jungkook said their goodbyes and walked him to the door. “Please text us when you get home, so we know you are safe,” Jungkook said. “And if you need us, we’ll come over.”

Hoseok drove home then took the elevator up to their floor. He hesitated at the door to text Namjoon before walking in the door. He was half terrified of what he was going to find when he opened the door, but he knew that he had to face it. He walked in and toed off his shoes, looking to see if he could see Y/n anywhere. He found her asleep on the couch with tear tracks streaking her face, tiny baby slippers cuddled to her chest. It made his heart ache to see the evidence of how much he’d hurt her in his panicked escape. Hoseok took a deep breath, feeling the love for Y/n squeeze out the last remnants of fear he carried. He sat down in the floor in front of the sofa. He gently brushed the last tears off of her cheek before kissing her forehead. When his lips pressed to her skin, her eyes fluttered open.

“Hobi?” she mumbled sleepily, blinking up at him.

“I’m here, darling. I’m so sorry that I ran out like that,” he whispered. “I just let fear that this baby would get sick like Somie did overwhelm how happy I was when you told me. I should have talked to you about it instead of running away from you like a coward.”

A few new tears slipped down her cheeks at his apology. “Please don’t cry,” he murmured.

“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. “My hormones are going crazy. Are you really happy?”

“Yes, I am. I am so lucky to be having a baby with you.” He kissed her softly, both hands cupping her tear-dampened cheeks. “I’m still a little scared that this baby will get sick, but Namjoon helped calm my fears some and gave me some questions to ask when we go to see the doctor again. But for now, I just want to celebrate that I get to be a dad again. Dasom would be so happy.”

They spent the rest of the evening curled up together, kissing and celebrating their good news together. When they went to bed that night, Hoseok snuggled Y/n into his chest and fell asleep with one hand curled onto her still-flat stomach.

“Appa, wake up!”

His eyes fluttered open to see Dasom standing beside his bed.

“Hi Somie,” he said softly.

“Hi, Appa! I am so happy that you are giving me a baby brother. Y/n is going to be the best eomma! I kind of wish she had been able to be my eomma too, but that’s okay.”

“Somie, the baby is too little. We don’t know for sure if it’s going to be a brother.”

“Trust me, Appa. I’m getting a brother. But don’t worry, Appa. I’m going to be looking out for him forever, even though I can’t be there in my old body. And I know you love me and you will never forget me, so don’t worry about that either. I have to go now, but don’t worry anymore. My baby brother won’t get sick like me.”

Dasom leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then disappeared.

Hoseok shot up into a sitting position, gasping for air. It had only been a dream, but his cheek where Dasom’s lips had touched was tingling like she had really been there. It was just enough to let him know that everything was going to be okay.

They had decided not to learn the gender of the baby. But, 28 weeks later when Y/n gave birth, she delivered a healthy baby boy just like Dasom had told him in her dream. When he held his son for the first time, he laughed even as tears of joy slipped from his eyes. In that moment, he could feel Dasom there with him and the baby, just like she’d promised him.

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