#bean water doesn't count

[le-fandom-prince]

[authorhjk1]

Cherry blossoms

(Kim Nakyoung X Lee Nagyung X Male Reader) word count: 3000 words

Prompt by @woollypoison. Thanks for hosting!

The sun warms your face as a cold breeze brushes past you. You open your jacket, welcoming this year's spring. The people around you laugh and chatter and you hear all kinds of beautiful sounds mixed with the smell of candy and spicy food.

It was her idea to meet here and you couldn't be more happy. Your go to first date would've been a coffee and a walk in the park and maybe dinner afterwards. But this seems way more fun. The funfair is bustling with life. The ferris wheel is the main attraction, but there are a couple of smaller rides as well. You're still standing at the entrance, so you can't see everything yet, but the delicious smelling food makes your mouth water.

Glancing at your phone, you wonder if you should text her. She's five minutes late already. Maybe she's just stuck in traffic or something? Or does she have dance practice today?

It still feels odd, or rather surreal, to you that you're actually going on a date with an idol, a celebrity. And the craziest part? She went up to you and asked for your number. Not the other way around. That's why you've been living the dream for this past week, chatting with her over text every single day. And you hope to continue this dream by going on an amazing date with her.

When you hear someone call your name, you turn around to where the voice came from. You see her walking towards you, her face covered by a mask, but her smile still clearly visible in her eyes.

You smile back at her, until she finally reaches you. Only now do you realize that she seems to be slightly nervous. She glances at you, then somewhere else and then back at you.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

You greet her when she reaches you and you see her eyes sparkle when she hears you calling her name.

"Hi."

She looks up at you for a moment, before she continues.

"Sorry I'm a little late."

"Not a problem."

You turn in a way that your left side is facing her, while your other side is facing the fair. You gesture with your right hand towards the beautiful chaos.

"Let's go?"

To your surprise Nakyoung doesn't just walk past you, but also swiftly hooks her arm into your left arm. You put your left hand in the pocket of your jacket as you feel her holding onto you.

"Can we go over there?"

Of course Nakyoung's first choice is food. The two of you walk up to a booth and you buy her and yourself a couple of bungeoppang, fish shaped buns.

"These are so good."

You hear her gasp and watch Nakyoung munch on her pastry filled with red bean paste. Your own tastes amazing as well and the two of you happily continue your stroll around the fair.

Soon, Nakyoung comes to a hold and points at another booth.

"We have to try that!"

And before you can react, you feel her pulling you towards the next attraction. It seems to be some sort of duck fishing. You quickly pay the owner a few bucks, then you and Nakyoung arm yourselves with a pair of small fishing rods and walk up to the small pond that is filled with little rubber ducks in all kind of colours.

"I'm gonna get twice as many as you."

You laugh at her competitiveness and position yourself next to her.

"Keep dreaming."

The two of you emerse yourselves in the fishing of the small ducks. Soon you're neck on neck, the already captured ducks lying right next to the pool. As the game continues on, the ducks swim around in circles. Unfortunately for Nakyoung, they seem to prefer the middle of the pool, which gives you an advantage. You're taller than her and you can easily lean forward to capture the ducks that she can't reach. But instead of complaining or giving up, she decides to hold onto the edge of the pool and lean over even further. Her left foot leaves the ground and you are afraid she might dive head first into the pool.

And of course that happens only a couple of moments later. Someone accidentally bumps into your date and Nakyoung heads straight for the water. You're able to hold onto her before she joins the rubber ducks with a yelp of surprise. Once she is safe, you turn around, ready to confront the person who almost pushed her into the pool, but you're unable to talk when you see who's standing barely a meter away.

Two gorgeous women are looking at you and Nakyoung. You immediately recognize them as Jiheon and Nagyung. You can't believe your meeting two members of Fromis_9 here, while you're on a date with a member of TripleS.

"H-Hello."

Your stutter makes your cheeks flush. You must look so dumb right now. Jiheon smiles at you, and Nagyung nods her head as a greeting.

"Oh my god."

Nakyoung recognized the two idols a second after you did.

"Hello, sunbaes."

She bows respectfully and the two girls bow as well. You don't think they know each other well on a personal level, but you can tell by Nakyoung's nervousness that she looks up to the two of them.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

Jiheon gives her a cute wave, but Nagyung focuses on you.

"And you are...?"

You glance at Nakyoung, not sure if you should say that you're her date.

"I'm.... uhm..."

"He is my boyfriend."

You almost shouted "What???" after hearing that word leave her lips. Why didn't she just say date? You feel something warm in your stomach. Nakyoung's boyfriend? You wish.

"Oh, nice to to met you."

Jiheon smiles at you once more.

The three of them chat for a while longer, while you just stand next to Nakyoung. You don't dare say anything, afraid you'd make a fool of yourself in front of three celebrities. With only Nakyoung, you felt more relaxed, felt like you could be yourself. But that's probably because you've known her for a while now.

Eventually, Jiheon and Nagyung head towards the next attraction and you and Nakyoung walk to the owner of the stall to collect your prizes. You can now feel that what she said earlier is hanging between you like an unspoken bond. You catch her glancing at you as the man hands you a rabbit plushy while she gets a keychain. You won your little competition, but that seems to be very unimportant right now.

"Sorry, I was just nervous."

Nakyoung admits as the two of you continue your stroll through the fair.

"I didn't want to put any pressure on you. I should've said date, not boyfriend."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

You give her a teasing smile and Nakyoung giggles in embarrassment.

The two of you continue your date, walking around the fair and trying all sorts of things.

"This tastes amazing."

Nakyoung is eating once again. Some sort of waffle with powdered sugar on it. While she focuses on eating, you enjoy the moment. Her next to you. The soft breeze in the air that makes you smell all kinds of different sweets. A couple of cherry blossoms which fall off a tree next to a nearby stand.

As you look around, you catch Jiheon and Nagyung walking past you on the other side of the crowd. They don't seem to notice you, so you focus back on Nakyoung who pulls you towards another attraction.

Throughout the next two hours, you continue to see glimpses of Jiheon and Nagyung here and there. Sometimes the four of you even meet at the same booth. You have to admit that it distracts you a little bit. Of course you could just pretend that it’s because they’re idols. But that’s not the only reason. You feel oddly attracted to Nagyung. You don’t know what it is about her that does this to you. Is it her face? Her body? You feel really bad about it, because you’re on a date with Nakyoung and not Nagyung. And you really do enjoy Nakyoung’s company. You like hanging out with her and you want continue to date her further. And it’s not like Nakyoung is unatraktive or something. She’s just as hot as Nagyung is.

You feel really bad by the time you and Nakyoung finally reach the ferris wheel. You saw it from the moment you stepped foot onto the fair and it seems like Nakyoung had her eyes on it for a while as well. You try to get rid of your thoughts about Nagyung as you and your date line up in the queue.

“The view is gonna be so good.”

Nakyoung’s excited little jumps make you smile as her eyes are glued to the farris wheel. When people who are getting of walk past you, you pull Nakyoung back into the line so that no one bumps into her. Only when she slightly squeezes your hand do you realize that you are holding hers. You look at her and Nakyoung looks back up at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes. You heitate and you can see a glimpse of unceritanty on her face as well. In that moment Nagyung has been erased from your head. You slowly lean down. Nakyoung’s breath quickens and then you find her lips. They’re softer than you expected. The light taste of the waffle she had earlier still lingers on them. You feel her holding onto your arm as she engages into the kiss as well. It’s a soft one. Just pure affection for each other.

When the two of you finally break apart, Nakyoung immediately turns away. You catch a hint of pink on her cheeks and you yourself still can’t believe the two of you just kissed. You expected it to happen at the end of the date, maybe even on another day, but not right now. And Nakyoung is still holding onto your arm.

"Hello there, lovebirds."

You and Nakyoung quickly turn around. It's Jiheon who spoke up, her smile bright and teasing. Her and Nagyung have lined up for the ferris wheel as well.

"Oh, hi again, sunbae."

Nakyoung gives the two of them another quick bow. You try not to look at Nagyung. You don't want to endanger what you now have with Nakyoung.

Your date and the two fromis girls start up a conversation once more, talking about the fair and some special attractions and food. You give your input once in a while. You don't notice how Nagyung looks at you. And you don't notice how Nakyoung looks at the two of you. She sees the older woman looking you up and down. Nakyoung's breath hitches in surprise when she sees Nagyung's eyes hold at your crotch for a moment. She bites her lip as if she's seeing something she shouldn't be seeing. Nakyoung tries to not glance at your crotch as well. Just the idea of Nagyung thinking about sleeping with you as her body heating up. You aren't even her boyfriend. It's just one date. And yet, she still feels the tingle of your lips on hers. She feels your hand holding hers. And Nagyung has the audacity to to strip you naked with just her eyes?

If Nakyoung was the older and superior of the two, she for sure would've said something by now. But she's not. So she stays quiet, occasionally glancing at Nagyung who is still focused on you. The jealousy starts to burn inside of her as Nagyung continues to look at you in a way she shouldn't. Nakyoung wonders if you don't notice or if you're just pretending. The line moves along and while you talk, Jiheon laughs at your joke and playfully hits your shoulder. Your date bites her lip in anger to prevent herself from speaking up. Jiheon is into you too now? Or is she just imagining things? Her eyes narrow as the two women continue to interrupt your date.

After a couple of minutes, you and Nakyoung finally get to leave them behind and enter the ferris wheel.

"Have fun, guys."

Nagyung waves after you. You interpret her smile as genuinely happy for the two of you, while Nakyoung is sure that her colleague's smile is full of mischief.

"Have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

You ask after the door closes and you and Nakyoung take off.

"Hm? Oh, yes. I love it here."

Her smile seems kinda forced.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

You can tell that she isn't fine, but you're not sure what to say. Instead, you try to change the topic.

"Isn't the view amazing from up here? You can see everything and-"

"I'm jealous."

You look at Nakyoung, who us staring at her feet.

"What do you mean?"

"Nagyung unnie looked like she was totally into you. And...And I'm afraid you'd rather be with her than me."

You feel bad for Nakyoung, but you're also surprised. Is Nagyung really into you?

"I'm on a date with you, aren't I?"

Nakyoung hesitantly nods.

"I'm having a lot of fun with you. And I...And I'd like to see you again after today."

Her smile lights up as she looks up at you.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm really enjoying myself with you."

You can see her hesitate, but the she stands up. To your surprise she straddles your lap and takes your face into her hands. A moment later, her lips touch yours again. The two of you close your eyes as you make out on your way to the top of the ferris wheel. Suddenly Nakyoung lets out a whine into your mouth as she starts to grind into you. Is she getting carried away? You're not sure if you want to move this fast. But it's Nakyoung. Why wouldn't you want to be with her?

"I really really like you."

You hear her whisper into your ear.

"I don't want to lose you now that I've found you."

You can tell she's a romantic, but it feels like she's about to do something that is not exactly romantic.

"I'll make you stay with me, whatever it takes."

"What do you mean?"

You watch her lean back, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she slowly slides off your lap, until she squats on the floor in front of you.

"Nakyoung..."

"Shhh."

She puts a finger over her lips to shush you.

"No talking. Just enjoy the view."

You're not sure if she means the view outside or herself. But your eyes are glued to her as she now reaches for your belt.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, unable to stay quiet. The kiss earlier was already unexpected. Nakyoung in your lap was more than you ever dreamed. And now she wants to give you a blowjob?

Once she reaches into your boxers to take your cock out, you feel yourself harden in her hand. Her hands are little cold because of the still slightly cold weather. But then you feel her warm breath brush against your tip.

"You...You don't have to do this to make me stay."

Nakyoung looks up at you.

"But I want to."

Her fingers gently slide along the length of your shaft. She strokes you a couple of times, making sure you're as hard as you can get. Then she lowers her head and your own cock disappears from your view. A moment later you feel her lips brush against your tip. It almost feels like she's keeping her mouth closed and is pushing your cock past her lip. They're soon wrapped tightly around your tip. Then, Nakyoung takes more of you into her mouth. Her hand holds your base, while her other hand rests on your knee.

"Damn, Nakky..."

You can't stop her nickname from leaving your lips. As if she didn't hear you, she continues to take more of your cock. When she reaches the halfway mark, she moves back up again until only your tip is inside her mouth. With a loud pop, she releases it as well.

"Does this feel good?"

She asks, almost innocently.

"It's amazing."

Her smile makes your heart flutter.

"I like it too."

She lowers her head once more to take your cock into her mouth again. This times she moves a little quicker. Soon her head is moving up and down on your dick, with her hand on your base gently stroking you as well. The combination of her mouth and her hand stimulates your whole cock. You have to close your eyes, your hands holding onto the edge of the bench you're sitting on.

"Oh god..."

A sigh leaves your lips when Nakyoung starts to make noise on purpose. The wet sounds of her slurping up your cock fill the small passenger car. Your dick is getting coated in her saliva and thanks to her lips and her hand it gets spread all over your length. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips as she continues to let them slide up and down.

"This feels amazing."

You have to admit as your head rolls back. When Nakyoung takes her hand off your cock, you wonder if she's going to take all of you into her mouth. Both hands now rest on your knees as she continues to let her lips glide down further.

All your thoughts about Nagyung are gone by now. Only Nakyoung is on your mind. Her, her mouth, her lips and her tongue too. Her tongue which is swirling around your tip and seems to lick at every inch of your cock.

You feel a familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as Nakyoung continues. The sounds she is making don't help you resist your orgasm at all. You look out of the window, trying to distract yourself. Maybe you can hold on a little longer. You realize your passenger car is already past the highest point. In fact, it seems like you don't have much time until your ride stops.

"Nakky, I..."

A groan interrupts your words. Nakyoung eventually takes her mouth off your cock.

"Are you close? I can feel you pulsating in my mouth."

Her words make you even harder.

"Yes. I'm close."

You manage to say. Nakyoung smiles. She looks satisfied and proud of herself.

"Is it okay if I make you cum?"

You quickly nod.

"Yes. It's more than okay. Please."

You watch her wrap both her hands around your cock. She looks up at you, her big eyes full of curiosity and lust. Instead of just moving her hands, she raises her entire uper body and them lowers it again. Her two hands form a single unit of fingers which move from your tip to your base and back to your tip. She does it again. And again. Up and down. Up and down. You feel dizzy as you force yourself to look into her eyes. Your vision soon becomes blurry as you feel your orgasm coming.

"Nakky..."

You whisper.

Only when you're a second away you both realize that you don't know where to put your cum. Involuntary, Nakyoung becomes the receiving end of your orgasm. She yelps in surprise when the first streak of your semen hits her face, mainly her nose and cheek. The next one her lips. After that, her collarbone. The last couple of streaks soil her top.

"Oh, shit."

She murmurs. You can't tell if she's turned on, or disappointed that her top got hit.

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Hi, everyone!

Because I reached the limit of 3k words for this prompt I couldn't continue the story. But I'll definetely get to part two when I have the time.

Stay healthy!

[lara-cairncross]

my personal sonadow headcanons in no particular order bc im procrastinating on writing a research paper right now and its either do this or throw myself off the roof:

Shadow is a few inches shorter than Sonic, but ONLY if he takes his shoes off. cue many years' worth of shenanigans with Shadow doing everything in his power to avoid going barefoot in Sonic's presence because he knows if Sonic finds out he'll never hear the end of it (hes right)

T4T SONADOW

Sonic was able to get top surgery, but Shadow's body healed itself too quickly for it to work on him. flash forward to when he gets his Black Doom abilities and one of his first orders of business is to fuck around with them until he's able to give HIMSELF top surgery

Sonic hates coffee beans (too bitter) and Shadow hates chili dogs (too heavy/savory). they've broken up over this enough times for Rouge to lose count

Sonic is so good at flirting with everyone EXCEPT SHADOW. HE GETS TOO FLUSTERED. HE TRIES SO HARD AND IT NEVER WORKS BUT SHADOW IS TOO DOWN BAD TO CARE

Shadow grew up on a space station, with no biological reason to eat, and no access to fresh food or a kitchen. Sonic literally raised both himself AND TAILS. Shadow is NOT the cook between the two of them please everyone keeps saying otherwise and i dont understand it you cant convince me shadow knows how to boil a pot of water PLEASE SOMEBODY AGREE WITH ME

Sonic ages. Shadow doesn't. 50 years down the line somebody asks Sonic if Shadow is his son. Shadow immediately gets payback for 50 years of short jokes.

they are both so smart and so capable and so dangerous by themselves but if you put them in the same room in any context outside of a life-or-death situation they become the two dumbest motherfuckers you've ever had the displeasure of engaging in polite conversation with

shadow bottoms what who said that

okay this one might be silly but I feel like they would both be good at chess??? like Sonic is surprisingly well-read and more observant than people give him credit for, and Shadow probably had a lot of strategy training from GUN + played games with Maria on the ARK. idk i just feel like it would be a fun way for them to challenge each other outside of just racing/combat yknow

they both wear jewelry with each others' colors :] i usually make it earrings but i think Sonic having bracelets to mirror Shadow's rings would be really cute too

autistic Shadow and ADHD Sonic yes please yes yes yes

Sonic is the most verbally affectionate and Shadow is the most physically affectionate IM RIGHT YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME ON THIS ONE IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN GOODBYE

they like to beat each other up a little toooooo much and its kinda toxic maybe but also theyre both having fun so like. maybe its just a love language 🫶🫶

Tails is so, SO disappointed with Sonic for his choice in men. like he actively considers holding an intervention when he finds out that Shadow and Sonic started dating

theyre both somewhere on the aromantic and asexual spectrums because uhhhhhh so am i and i can project if i want to

Sonic is a chronic yapper and Shadow is a listener BUT. HEAR ME OUT. IT STARTS TO SWAP AS THEY GET MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER. shadow comes out of his shell and feels more at ease talking, and sonic appreciates having someone who doesnt expect him to be at full energy/optimism 24/7 and lets him be silent when he needs to be

[satorusugurugurl]

My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 5,818

Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut

A/N: Our final part 🥹💚 wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.

Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didn’t sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.

“Oooh holy shit.” you cried out, gripping the blanket, “fuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.”

“Yeah~? Does that feel good~?”

“S-So good~!”

“Mhmm~ good.”

Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.

“T-Toru~Toru.” Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.

“Oooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?”

Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.

“Oh my god, was I being that loud?”

“What~? No!” You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. “I’m pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.”

“Ya’ know what—”

You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. “Stop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.” his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. “You were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those ‘friends’ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?” Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.

“I offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.” His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. “But the heels are torture.”

“They seem like it.”

A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.

When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldn’t be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.

Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.

“I have to go, Toru.” You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. “Hey~ don’t be like that; we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Wedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when you’re on a sugar rush.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. “That sounds enticing.” Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen tonight,” Satoru promised with a shake of his head. “I promise you that.”

Another knock at the door, “If you don’t come out! We’re coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!” A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.

”I better go before they knock down the door.” With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. “I’ll see you later!” just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. “It’s just three hours, babe!”

Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.

“So, when are you and Satoru getting married?”

”Eh!?” All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. “I-I—we are not getting married!” At least not yet. “We’ve barely started going out.” Literally. “There’s no indication that we're even considering that!”

“Oh, please!”

“Says the girl that’s been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!”

Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. “S-So! That does not mean that we’re getting married anytime soon!” All of your friends booed in protest. “Will the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I don’t want you guys scaring off Satoru!” The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. “Finally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?” Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didn’t have your back.

“I was going to ask you the same question! The man would’ve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m serious! I think I’ll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, I think I will!”

“We are not getting married—not yet!”

Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.

“Ma’am—“ he learned next to your mother's ear, “just so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.”

“Huh?!”

Her reaction didn’t even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colors—a gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.

You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasn’t his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasn’t just about sex, and it wasn’t the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.

After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoru’s side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you could’ve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Is it wrong for me to say you’re even more beautiful than the bride?”

“Satoru!” you playfully punched at his shoulder, “I am not.”

“Oh, you are; that’s a god-given fact, sweetheart.” His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. “But there’s just one thing I would change about the outfit.”

“You and me both.” You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. “This material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. I’m serious. You’ll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.”

“Oh.” Satoru deadpans. “ I wasn’t talking about the material.”

You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. “Oh?” When you didn’t find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. “Well, what would you change about it then?” His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.

“I’d change the color.”

“Wait, what?”

Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. “So anyways! Let’s grab our seats; I’ll get you one of the cocktails!”

He rambles on while you’re still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; there’s no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didn’t mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didn’t even know what the two of you were yet. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship.

What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you weren’t just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.

These were questions and answers for another day. You weren’t going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.

And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.

He was so tentative to you. He’d always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadn’t called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.

The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.

Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.

Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. You’re met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyes—dark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.

“Please don’t hit me, I have my kid.” a familiar voice speaks, “and don’t yell, please.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. “Are you seriously using your kid as a human shield?” Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.

“I cannot confirm nor deny that.” He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. “But if my wife is around, I will deny every word.”

“So you are using your child as a human shield.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, Toji?”

He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money you’d spent on him

He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. “What I did was wrong.” His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. “I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You cock an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.” His head jerks in Satoru’s direction.

“Yeah, you almost fucked that up for me.”

“Well, luckily, you guys worked it out.”

“Yeah, we did.” For the first time all week, you don’t feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. “He’s a great guy.”

“Great for an escort.”

“Former escort.” You correct him with a smug smile. “Satoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.”

Toji’s eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadn’t seen since high school. “Well shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.” Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.

“I thought you said you were the greatest PI.”

“Nah, I’m one of the best.” Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoru’s hits the other day. “I’m far from being the greatest. I wasn’t for you, but—“ he pressed his lips against his son’s head. “I’m trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.”

“You always were an asshole.” Your point-blank statement had him wincing. “But if you hadn’t been an asshole, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.”

Toji tilts his head, chuckling. “You’re welcome, I guess.” A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his father’s jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. “Fuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And I’d rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.” He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.

The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. “Uhm, Toji, I can’t feed him.” Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I just—“ he sighs, “this is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.” You can’t help but smile at his name; a blessing.

“Well, hello there, Megumi.” You gently pet his hair back. “It’s nice to meet you; whatever you do, don’t turn out to be like your father.”

Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.

“Toji!” Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.

“That’s the wife, we’re leaving.” He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. “I’m sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.”

“Well, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.” Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. “All those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.”

“For putting up with me, you deserve the world.” He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. “Later.”

You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. “Was that Toji!?” His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. “The hell did he want?” He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.

“Mhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.”

“What you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.” Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.

“I already gave him one, so I’ll gladly take the money this time.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He takes another bite of cake. “It would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.”

You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. “You know I don’t even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.” He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. “All thanks to my—“You hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.

“Boyfriend.” Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.

“Yes, my boyfriend.”

Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.” You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.

“Wanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?”

Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. “Oooh? Is the sugar kicking in?” Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.

“It’s not just the sugar.” You correct him. “It’s you.”

The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoru’s on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. You’re moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.

While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; he’s far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.

“Hey, sweetheart, this isn’t a rental, is it?”

”No, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.” You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.

”So you wouldn’t be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?”

”No, I guess I woul—“ RIIIP!! “Oh fuck!” You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dress—the thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. “S-Satoru~”

“Mmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.” He states flatly before tugging your panties down. “I get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.”

His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.

Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.

You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.

Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.

“Fuck, oooh fuck Satoru.” Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”

”Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that.” He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. “I have a perfect place for you to sit.” You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. “Now, what do you say,” Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “We pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.”

”Mmm, I love the sound of that.” Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. “Ah~ fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are.” You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.

”And I’ll never get over how tight and warm you are.” Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. “God, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.” He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. “Y-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.”

“And I can feel you clamping down.”

Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoru’s face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.

Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.

Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.

”Toru, oooh fuck~”

”Yeah, you close?” His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “You gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.”

”Y-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.

“Ooooh fuck me.” You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. “Satoru, I’m gonna—“

”M-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!” Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. “Fuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!” He’s gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. “Oh, holy fuckin shit, baby! I’m cumming! Cumming inside you!”

With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoru’s cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.

It isn’t until your muscles are protesting the position that you’re in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.

“So, how was our first date?” The gentle tone of Satoru’s voice has you happily humming.

“One of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one.” His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. “I can’t wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.” He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you don’t say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. “Get some sleep.” He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.

The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.

It didn’t feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didn’t want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.

While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didn’t want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.

So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.

“Thank you again for everything.” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. “I can’t thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.”

Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. “Hey.” He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. “Would now be too soon to take you on our second date?” Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. “I know this great spot for brunch.” You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. “I just—I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. “But if you’re too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gue—” You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.

“Brunch sounds great.”

“Great!” Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. “You’re going to love it.” You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.

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[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Healthy Habits To Look & Feel Your Best Without Restriction or Unrealistic Routines

Realistic ways to maintain a healthy life/body/appearance (size and weight are all personal, not the most important metric – for certain). No diet culture or delulu-land tips here.

What I've done to maintain my 30-pound weight loss for over a decade, glowing clear skin (no pimples or discoloration, etc.), and super healthy, full & shiny hair, still living life and enjoying it – the mindful way.

Eat home-cooked meals & (plant-based) whole foods – 90-95% of the time

Incorporate at least 1 salad into my daily routine (either a large, hearty lunch salad or a simple green salad as a starter with dinner)

Include at least 1 fruit/vegetable in every meal or snack

Never restrict food groups – whole grains/potatoes, healthy fats, protein-rich plant foods, and produce are all essential to consume every day

Focus on meals, but have whole food snack options on hand to enjoy if genuinely hungry (mainly fruit, lupini beans, edamame, carrots/celery/cucumber with hummus, plain popcorn, handful of almonds/cashews)

Have breakfast after one coffee (before a second) and have dinner late enough (8-9:30 pm) to curb late-night hunger

Only have fruit and tea after dinner; Always stop consuming food at least 3 hours before bed for better sleep/digestion

Order whatever I want when going out to eat, but split dessert

Have at least one indulgent meal/dessert per week

No sugary cocktails – wine, champagne/prosecco, martinis, gin & tonic, margarita, French Connection, Sambuca, Grappa, tequila on the rocks, etc. are great options. Bellinis/fruit plus wine/spirits cocktails are a good middle ground. Sugary drinks worsen the hangover – big-time

Perceive healthy eating as a form of enjoyment, creativity, and nourishment, not restriction or deprivation (it's not if done liberally enough)

Consume a vitamin B12 and vitamin D supplement daily. Keep digestive enzymes on hand for when they're necessary

Always have a large glass of water first thing in the morning (before coffee) and by my side all day long

No soda, juices, sugary drinks, etc. Black coffee, tea, and water only on the daily – wine and no-sugar alcoholic drinks on rare occasions. Smoothies can be a great snack or breakfast, though!

Incorporate an (almost) daily walk into my schedule as a form of exercise and a mental health reset (I aim for 4-5 miles/10Kish steps per day on average)

Do short, low-impact strengthen training exercises 3x a week (15-30 mins each usually) for bone health & toning

Never forcing myself to do strenuous exercise/workout formally in a gym – it's not for me; it doesn't make me feel/look better and throws my hunger & energy levels way off. To each their own, though

Have a variety of playlists ready to go for waking up, working, dancing, walking/workouts, doing chores, and reading/relaxing

Internalizing that sexual health is a core aspect of your health & well-being – on all counts

Maintaining a simple skincare routine 2x per week with high-quality products and a couple of weekly treatments

Prioritizing my body care routine with as much as my facial skincare routine

Wearing at least SPF 30 daily

Exfoliating 2-3x per week

Learning what hair products work for my hair type; Using a deep conditioning mask and a scalp mask weekly

Using only cold water when washing my hair

Incorporating face & body massages into my weekly at-home routine

Using Uriage lip balm, hand cream, and deodorant religiously

Flossing 1-2 times a day/using an electric toothbrush

[7ulpix]

Simon Riley with AAF! Reader + Skincare 🫧

🫧 warning(s): girly/very feminine reader, very messy, not proofread!

paring - simon riley • reader

word count: 561

🫧 request - not one!

🫧 author's note - FIRST WRITING POST ON HERE?? HI HELLO just me rambling....british military man save me......reader is Simon's gf at the time!!!!! PLEASEPLEAS leave criticism, this is my first time writing for COD idk how to write for older guys 😞💔💔

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After having a very busy day, Simon cannot wait to come home to his very bubbly girlfriend and adorable puppy, Riley. No matter how much of a bad mood he is in, the two always manage to soothe it instantly. As he opens the door he is welcomed by a very excited puppy and his girlfriend, both in the kitchen.

"What are yer' two up to?"

"Nothing much. Trying a new skincare remedy."

Simon had moved from his position by the door to leaning over your shoulder. He peeks down at the bowl you're currently stirring to see a brownish mixture of ingredients and the smell of.....coffee........

"Those my coffee beans yer' got in there, too?" (🤨)

"Needed them for the recipe to work."

"I need them in order for me to work."

You look up at him and stick your tongue out before continuing your stirring.

"It's supposed to help clear your skin and reduce redness and eyebags."

You finish stirring. Turning away to get two smaller bowls.

"Don't think Riley can eat this."

"The bowls are not for Riley silly, you're doing it too!"

"Me?"

"Yeah! We're both trying this out, pretty boy. Go get cleaned up."

Simon sighed very loudly in a sarcastic way as if he was so tired of being bossed around, walking to their shared room. After 20 minutes, Simon came out freshly clean after a shower, switched into black basketball shorts, and a black baggy shirt. His outfit was the complete opposite to his girlfriend: pink robe, pink bonnet, pink nails, black tanktop, pink minishorts, and bunny slippers. Even Riley, the scary German Shepard their neighbor downstairs hated, had a light pink collar. You had now moved into the bathroom with the two bowls, Riley sitting by the tub, most likely bored.

"Ready?"

"M' ready."

"Okay, just rub it all over your face. Avoid your mouth though, not very tasty."

"Tasted it, didn't ya?"

".......not the best, you can definitely taste the coffee beans."

You push one of the smaller bowls towards him. He grabs a bit of the mixture, slowly rubbing it on his face as much as he can. You do the same, rubbing it around your face.

"Okay, now we leave it on for about 15 minutes!!!"

"So what do we do in those 15 minutes?"

".......watch Teen Wolf?"

The next 15 minutes were spent on the couch, finishing season 1 of Teen Wolf with riley enjoying the headpats received. If Soap witnessed Ghost sitting and wztching a show like this, he would lose it. Simon never thought in his entire life, he would be sitting on his couch watching a young teens show about being turning into a hybird wolf. He also never thought he'd see Riley rolling around on the rug, while his girlfriend gives the most praise he's ever seen.

"Timers up! C'mon we gotta wash this off our face."

Simon's out of his daydreams and into the bathroom with you. You both wash your face, you even lean up to leave kisses on his chin and rubbing water onto Riley's face so he doesn't feel left out. You look back into the mirror, smiling noticing that small blemish from earlier, is gone. Simon doesn't see much change done to his face besides glowing a bit more. Kinda sad only you get to see that glowing face. <3

[faithinus]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary: Mat and his friends gather for an annual poker game. A shocking revelation about his sister throws him off balance.

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x OC Barzal!Sister featuring Mat Barzal himself :)

Word Count: 800

The dim overhead lighting cast long, skeletal shadows across the faces of the men gathered around the poker table. Empty beer bottles and half-eaten plates of chips littered the coffee table, testament to the relaxed atmosphere of their annual holiday game. Liam, Mat's childhood friend and host, dealt the cards with a practiced flourish, a grin spreading across his face.

"So, Mark," Liam drawled, his voice low and gravelly, "spill the beans. Anything juicy happening in the big leagues lately?" Liam, a former hockey player whose career had fizzled after college, was notorious for his relentless pursuit of insider information. He slapped a hand on Mat’s shoulder. "Mat here is giving me nothing. He's been cooped up in the gym ever since he got back to Vancouver.”

Mark, a burly man with a thick neck and a penchant for strong opinions, was the newest addition to their inner circle. Despite having faced him on the ice, Mat still felt a degree of unfamiliar tension with him. Mark took a long sip from his beer. "Not much. Just the usual trade rumors, injuries, the standard fare."

Liam leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, there's more than that. Heard you ran into our boy Quinn the other night."

Mat raised an eyebrow. "Quinn?"

"The Captain himself," Liam confirmed, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I heard he's found himself a new muse, but he's being oddly secretive about it, even with his teammates. My bet is a reporter. That's why he's so tight-lipped."

Mat always respected Quinn, both on and off the ice. He was a quiet leader with a steely resolve and skating that was nothing short of poetry in motion. But he didn't care much for the details of any player's romantic life.

Mark, shuffling his cards absentmindedly, mumbled, "Nah, doesn't seem like the type. I saw him out at Blue Water Cafe the other night with the girl. My sister recognized her..."

Another one of Mat's old friends, Ben, kicked Mark under the table.

"What the hell was that for?"

Ben, reaching out for his cards and pulling them to his chest, muttered, "Just get back to the game."

Mark's eyes snapped to Mat's face. "Oh shit. I forgot."

Ben glared at him. "Just stop talking. Please."

Mat, noticing the tense conversation, finally looked up from his cards. "Okay, now I'm interested."

The room fell silent. Mat's eyes darted around the table to each of the men, searching for a clue.

"What do you know that I don't?" he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice. Liam held his hands up in defense. "I have no idea. I swear."

“Ben? C'mon. Spit it out." Mat's eyes pleaded with his childhood teammate, burning into him. Ben sighed under the weight of his stare.

"It's Alayna." He said under his breath, averting his gaze.

"Excuse me?" Mat shook his head in disbelief at the name that came out of his mouth.

Liam, eyes wide with surprise, stammered, "The girl is Alayna? As in, Mat's sister?"

Mat's face paled. Alayna? Dating Quinn? The Captain of the Vancouver Canucks?

A wave of icy dread washed over him. All those "I'm never dating a hockey player" speeches echoed in his mind, a bitter irony. And her last relationship… that had been a disaster. It took her months to recover. He had just started to see that spark in her again. Now this? Mat imagined Alayna, her laughter, her gentle spirit, potentially entangled with the unforgiving, predatory world of professional hockey. Surely no captain would have the energy and emotional bandwidth to put his sister’s needs above their own. Victory often came at a personal cost.

He could feel Liam's gaze on him, a mixture of amusement and sympathy in its depths. He managed a weak smile, his voice trembling slightly. "Right. Alayna. Of course."

Mat pushed his chair back from the table, his mind reeling. This couldn't be happening.

His eyes flew around the table once again. "You guys already knew? Alayna has my friends covering for her? Like some kind of secret operation?" Mat said, incredulous.

Ben leaned his head back on the chair in defeat and wiped a hand across his face. "If it makes you feel any better, apparently they're inseparable. Head over heels, the whole nine yards."

Mat groaned. He wanted to sink into the floor and vanish. “My sister, though? Out of anyone in Vancouver?”

The rest of the group fiddled with their cards absently. The silence grew suffocating. Mat sighed, the weight of the news settling heavy on his chest. "He better not be fucking around."

"I wouldn't get your hopes up. Those Canucks are notoriously..." Ben swatted Mark on the head. "Not. helping."

Mat took a long pull from his drink, wishing he had something stronger to singe his throat, something to dull the shock. He had a feeling this was going to be a very rocky holiday season.

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Character Profiles! 

These character profiles are written as if they were taken from the game manual for Cherry Mountain Love!! (the game from  Reincarnated into My Wife’s Dating Sim; Why Is the Prince Obsessed With Me!), so the characters are a little different than how they appear in our story.

Protagonist

Name: Gem Tay 

Age: 16

Magic Type: Water

Appearance: Long Orange Curly Hair, Green Eyes

Roommate: Stress Mons

Class Ranking: 2nd

Family: Father 

Adoptive Family: Baron Tay, Baroness Tay, Oliver Tay

Description: Was born as the daughter to a commoner blacksmith but on her 15th birthday she began to be able to use water magic. She was taken in by the Baron Tay family and later enrolled at the Cherry Mountain Academy. She longs for love and hopes not to get turned around in this new world!

Love Interests

Name: Etho 

Age: 16

Magic Type: Air

Appearance: Short White Hair, Gray (Right) and Red (Left) Eyes, Scar Across His Left Eye

Roommate: Scar

Class Ranking: 1st

Family: Queen Cleo, First Prince Cub, Third Prince Scar

Description: 2nd Prince of Ipomoea and Crown Prince, shy silent type. His fiancé, Pearl Moon, is obsessed with him but also angry she was ignored by him for many years. He doesn't want to marry if not for love but has a sense of duty to the country. 

Trauma: Is smart and talented but believes that his eldest brother, Cub, who abdicated the throne is more fit to be king. He dislikes high society and wishes not to be king. 

His Route: Getting him to open up and acknowledge his accomplishments. His fiance bullies Gem, but Etho steps in and in the final event condemns her. If successful, Gem and Etho get married and rule the kingdom peacefully.

Bad Ending: Etho and Pearl get married, Etho not being confident doesn’t rule well, leading to the kingdom's ruin.

Secret Hobbies: Redstone, Gardening

Name: Ren Dog

Age: 16

Magic Type: Fire

Appearance: Long Brown Hair (Usually Pulled Into A Ponytail), Blue Eyes

Roommate: Grian Moon

Class Ranking: 11th

Family: King and Queen of Dogwarts

Description: Foreign Prince of Dogwarts, Princely bubbly type, he was sent to the academy as a political tool as his fiancé, Martyn Woods, is the son of a duke from this kingdom. His kingdom is not as violent as people believe it is.

Trauma: Because of his country’s perceived power and prestige as a military country people are very scared of getting on his bad side and so treat him like he’s made of glass and avoid him. 

His Route: His Fiancé Martyn is very obsessed with him, almost more like an underling than a lover, treating him like a normal person will gain affection. His fiancé gets jealous and attacks you, no fear for Prince Ren will save you. 

Bad ending: Ren and Martyn get married, but because of Martyn's worship it gets strained, leading to the crumbling of the alliance.

Secret hobbies: Baking and Music

Name: Grian Moon

Age: 16

Magic Type: Water

Appearance: Medium Length Golden Brown Hair, Black Eyes

Roommate: Ren Dog

Class Ranking: 12th

Family: Prime Minister Xisuma Moon, Archduke Keralis Moon, Pearl Moon, Jimmy Moon

Description: Eldest son of the Archduke Moon’s family, his father is the prime minister. Is a ‘womanizer’ (but not for women). Has a fiancé, Mumbo, but is also leading on the 3rd Prince, Scar. 

Trauma: Got lots of attention as a kid because he was a prot��gete, but once his sister got engaged to Prince Etho she became the star of the family, in his jealousy he seeks for attention wanting people to love him.

His Route: Separate him from his two lovers to become his main love, convince him you love him and he has worth

Bad Ending: Marries either Mumbo or Scar depending on who you have more progress separating.

Secret Hobbies: Fishing, Trouble 

Name: Joel Beans  

Age: 15-16 (turns 16 during an event)

Magic Type: Earth

Appearance: Medium Length Brown Hair with a Single Green Streak, Brown Eyes

Roommate: Martyn Woods

Class Ranking: 4th

Family: Countess Fava

Description: Only Son of the Count Beans, is intensely sad and often found alone. He is engaged to Jimmy Moon

Trauma: His mother died when he was young and his father was murdered years later, he is very scared about people abandoning him.

His Route: is about trying to convince Joel that he either doesn’t need Jimmy or convince Jimmy not to leave him. 

Bad Ending: Joel and Jimmy end up together. 

Secret Hobbies: Gardening, Sword fighting

Antagonists

Name: Pearl Moon

Age: 16

Magic Type: Water

Appearance: Long Brown Hair, Blue Eyes

Roommate: False Symmetry 

Class Ranking: 3rd

Family: Prime Minister Xisuma Moon, Archduke Keralis Moon, Grian Moon, Jimmy Moon

Description: Sister to Grian and Jimmy, Etho’s fiancé. Fell in love with Etho when they met for their engagement meeting, when he doesn’t visit or care for her she feels abandoned but when they interact he’s sweet enough that she can delude herself that he cares. After being engaged, she gains pressure as crown prince's fiancé and is shunned by her siblings. In her years of isolation she is ‘comforted’ with the thought that Etho loves her. Her hatred for Gem starts when Gem ranks higher than her on the entrance exam. When Etho starts falling for Gem, she goes mad attacking and harassing her for stealing her Etho.

Good ending: Pearl gets exiled for an attempt to end Gem’s life. She snaps and in her revenge she [redacted] which leads to her death at the hands of Prince Etho

Bad ending: She marries Etho but is still driven mad and drives the kingdom to the ground

Name: Martyn Woods

Age: 16

Magic Type: Air

Appearance: Medium Length Blond Hair (Usually Pulled Back), Blue Eyes

Roommate: Joel Beans

Class Ranking: 103rd

Family: Duke and Duchess Woods

Description: Son of a Duke, Ren’s Fiancé. Meets Ren for the first time when Ren joins the Academy, but is obsessed with the military prowess of the walled country of Dogwarts. Believes Ren to be a great military man, and does not try to get to know him. When Gem pursues Ren, Ren starts embracing some of his hobbies (ie music) but Martyn thinks Gem is corrupting him with non important non violent things. Martyn gets violent with Gem.

Good ending: Martyn gets exiled from both Ipomoea and Dogwarts

Bad ending: Martyn marries Ren

Name: Scar

Age: 16

Magic Type: Air

Appearance: Short Brown Hair, Green Eyes, Lightly Scarred Skin

Roommate: Etho

Class Ranking: 13th

Family: Queen Cleo, First Prince Cub, Crown Prince Etho

Description: Is the 3rd prince of the kingdom of Ipomoea. Fell in love with Grian at first sight during his brother’s engagement meeting, but Grian was already engaged and his brother was engaged to Grian’s sister. Still he pursues Grian anyways, trying to end his engagement. When Gem begins to pursue Grian, he makes attempts to get her away from him although they are never violent attempts. Gem can persuade him to leave Grian alone romantically and follow his passion for either magic or animals. 

Good ending: Scar agrees to be just friends with Grian and instead take interest in other things

Bad ending: Scar marries Grian

Name: Jimmy Moon

Age: 15

Magic Type: Water

Appearance: Tall, Short Blond Hair, Brown Eyes

Roommate: Mumbo Jumbo

Class Ranking: 114th

Family: Prime Minister Xisuma Moon, Archduke Keralis Moon, Grian Moon, Pearl Moon

Description: Younger Brother to Grian and Pearl, Joel’s fiancé. Falls in love with the stable hand, Tango, at the academy, and plans to run away with him. Jimmy does not have a strong relationship with Joel. Does not antagonize Gem, but has plenty of interactions with her and Joel. 

Good ending: Runs away with Tango

Bad ending: Marries Joel

Secret Love Interests

Name: Mumbo Jumbo 

Age: 16

Magic Type: Earth

Appearance: Short Black Hair, Black Eyes

Roommate: Jimmy Moon

Class Ranking: 9th

Family: Marchioness and Lord Jumbo, Beef Jumbo

Description: Son of a Marquis, is Grian’s Fiancé. Shy, awkward guy but deeply in love with Grian, refuses to let Scar end the engagement, but ultimately wants what’s best for Grian. When Gem pursues Grian, Mumbo does not try to lead Gem away, as he does not feel threatened by her. Gem can persuade him by helping him flourish his passion for redstone or traveling. 

Good ending: Mumbo leaves for the redstone tower or to travel the world

Bad ending: Mumbo marries Grian

Secret ending: If Gem persuades Mumbo to follow his passion for traveling and still gets the bad ending with Grian, she can unlock the Mumbo ending where she pursues Mumbo and ends up traveling the world with him. 

Name: Tango 

Age: 16

Magic Type: N/A

Appearance: Medium Length Spiky Blond Hair (But Depending On His Emotions, It Can Appear Orange Or Even Red), Red Eyes

Roommate: Groundskeeper Impulse

Class Ranking: N/A

Family: Groundskeeper Impulse, Skizz

Description: Tango is a Secret Love Interest. He is the stable boy at Cherry Mountain Academy. He does not have magic but his race, half Blazian, allows him to have small fire abilities, but he hides them. He is originally in love with Jimmy, but if Gem gets the bad ending on the Joel route she can unlock the Tango route. 

Trauma: Tango has never been to the country of Blaze, he didn’t know his Blazian father and his mother died when he was young. He was taken in by the school's groundskeeper, Impulse, another Blazian, at age 10.

His Route: After getting Joel’s bad ending, Gem can meet with Tango and help console him after losing his love. Gem and Tango get closer and love blossoms between them. Gem helps Tango with his identity problems and his desire to work with redstone 

Good Ending: Gem and Tango travel to blaze together and live happily.

Secret Hobbies: Horses, Games, and Redstone

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[multistanisms]

Save a Horse || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5407

RATING: M

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Biting, degradation [honestly, I'm not sure, so if anyone finds one, please let me know?]

SUMMARY: The staff of KQ know full well about the nonhumans who have taken the world by storm with their music. The last to reveal their nature is Hongjoong, a demon-siren hybrid. Despite staff worrying for his girlfriend, what only the members know is that the little witch is a delight that's not afraid of Hongjoong's darkness.

TAGLIST: @daceydeath, @justaaveragereader, @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

AUTHOR NOTES: Y'all please be nice, I haven't written smut in literal years. I saw the outfit Joong wears in this fic when I got to see Ateez back in July, and it has just sat and rotted my brain to mush, so here we are. Not beta'd this time around, but I did reread three times to try and catch everything. Much thanks to Dacey and Syd especially, because sometimes my depresso bean self needs some encouragement to share my weird joys. Enjoy, my dearies. <3

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One of the perks of your audio production degree was a free seat at the mixing booth during shows when you don't want to stay at the hotel waiting on Hongjoong to get back. Tonight was one such night, but the staff kept looking at you in a way that confused you. While the other members had been open with the company about their races from debut - from Seonghwa’s selkie blood to San’s Cheshire form, Hongjoong had only recently revealed to staff that despite masquerading as a regular human, his heritage ran closer to the other members of Ateez - as he was a demon/siren hybrid. Perhaps they were concerned for you, though they were unaware you yourself were a witch. Sitting at the booth as you watched the crowd pour in from the rain outside, you pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

⇐: Hey gorgeous. How's it going?

My Captain: There's my beautiful girl. We were just talking about you.

⇐: Who's we, Joong?

My Captain: Hwa, Mingi and I. I was asking for opinions on what I should wear during the last set.

⇐: And you didn't ask me? 

My Captain: I want it to be a surprise, precious. It is our anniversary, after all.

The text stops you and you have to swipe down to check the date. Sure enough, it's the one year date since Hongjoong asked you to officially be his mate. Neither of you counted the two years of fuck buddy/situationship before that.

⇐: It really doesn't feel like it's already been a year already, holy shit. I didn't get you anything, baby. 😭

My Captain: Don't worry, after the flight to the next city, we have two days before we even have to do anything big. I'm sure we'll think of something.

⇐: How about we start with me making dinner?

My Captain: The show lets out late, beautiful. We have to do the send off tonight, which takes longer. But don't worry, I've got it handled.

⇐: Should I be concerned?

My Captain: Hardly. Just have fun. I'll listen for your screams in the crowd. 😉

⇐: Like you'll hear me with the sold out stadium of Atiny, baby. The seats are already almost full.

My Captain: Come now, you think I can't find your voice even with a full house? I know it so well, after all.

The blush that heated from your neck up into your face made you lower your head. You waved a hand dismissively when one of the nearby staff asked if you were okay, diverting by asking for some water. Once the member had wandered off, you took a breath to settle yourself before responding.

⇐: You have a show, Hongjoong. Focus on that instead of my screaming, yeah?

My Captain: Oh, I know there’s a show. Don’t worry, I’ll get the screams later. 😚

Your eyes roll at his antics, slipping your phone back into your jacket pocket and settling into the rolling chair as you move to watch the stage and willing the blush on her face to fade. The show is always a work of art, the energy Hongjoong and his team gave never failing to amaze you; though with none of them being human, it makes sense their energy is slow to fade. You loved watching the group perform, but sometimes it was hard not to focus on just Hongjoong. You enjoyed the concert in its entirety, but as the boys came back for the final encore set, you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as you saw the outfit your boyfriend was wearing. Dark blue jeans clad his legs, covering the black boots he wore. His shirt was a black button up that hugged against his body, perfectly showing off his torso while simultaneously still leaving room for the imagination - though you didn't need to use it. The bolo tie was a good accent of silver against the shirt, but the obvious piece de resistance was the dark colored leather cowboy hat he wore atop his head. The sight alone stole your breath, unable to even glance at any of the other members for the duration of the encore. “You fucking menace.” Your tone is a quiet, breathy growl as the boys all line up on the lift to be dropped down and you move to stand, bidding the staff goodnight and making your way to the dressing rooms. 

Hongjoong is still wearing the hat as he laughs with Wooyoung and Mingi, but the moment he lays his eyes on you and all out smirks, you know he chose the outfit on purpose. He steps to one side so he can pull you to him, dipping his head to kiss you while his hands slid to rest at the small of your back. He's extra warm from performing, but you settle into him with ease. “There's my girl.” he teased when he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“What are you trying to do in this, huh? Drive me absolutely insane?”

“Partly. I do have a few better ideas, though.” He grinned, one hand moving to tuck his fingers under your chin and bring your lips back to his. “But those have to wait until we're back at the hotel.” He laughs quietly when your response is a quiet whine as you pout. “Don't worry, baby. All that's left is send off, you don't have to wait much longer.”

“But you look so good.” you counter, arms moving from his waist to snake at his neck and let your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. 

“I know, Y/N. Tell you what. You take my card, get us something for dinner and I'll meet you at the hotel, okay? I'll come straight to you as soon as we're done.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it.” Hongjoong replies, stealing another kiss. 

“Fine.” You reluctantly pull away, immediately missing his warmth as he enters the dressing room. As the door closes, you catch the familiar sound of San’s naturally pouty voice as he teased his leader. You laugh a little, aware of the muffled noises inside as you lean against the wall by the door to wait. The chatter inside bursts louder as Hongjoong reappears, hat no longer resting atop his head. “Awh, where'd my cowboy go?” You tease as your lips pout playfully, which grants you another kiss. 

“Don't worry, baby girl, I'm still your cowboy,” he assures, hand slipping his card into the back pocket of your jeans. “And only your cowboy.” He laughs as you hide your face in your hands at the growl in his voice, his own coming to wrap at your wrists and gently urge them away from their position as he changes to a softer, playful tone. “Come now, don't hide from me, Y/N. You know I love it when you blush for me.” 

“Oh hush, you. You shouldn’t be fucking growling at me in public when you look like this.” You huff playfully, but you're powerless to the soft tone he uses, looking up at him just so you can see him smile at you as if you'd hung the moon itself. “Just come home quick, yeah?”

“As soon as I can slip away, I will be there.” 

You go to step back so you can leave, but as he opens the door to leave you, you reach for his wrist, tugging him back to you to steal one last kiss, smirking as you nip your teeth over his lower lip and he groans loudly. His eyes flash crimson, and you know you’ve tempted him in return. Satisfied you've returned the favor when he's already tempted you, you ruffle your fingers through his hair and quickly step out of reach. “I love you.” You laugh as you slip out of view. You can just barely catch the familiar ring of his darker laughter, knowing that you were in for at least a little bit of trouble when he got back to the hotel. It was worth it, though, seeing as he'd sauntered around on stage in the outfit just to rile you up. 

All’s fair in love and war, right? 

You pass through familiar faces of staff, congratulating them as you find your way out to the underground garage where your rental is parked near the bus. Traffic is still going to be a mess, but not as insane with the show having a send off, so you have time to think of what to get for dinner. You settle on fried chicken, looking up the nearest place that serves it because you don't think you have time to finish cooking before your boyfriend joins you. Once you find a place, you order food for the two of you and head towards the restaurant. As you pull into the shopping center and get out, you spot another shop nearby that catches your eye, and you go there first before grabbing dinner and stopping to get some ice cream for dessert. The drive from the shopping center to the hotel isn't long, thankfully, and you find yourself sliding the key card through the door in no time at all compared to leaving the arena. The company always makes sure there's decent accommodations for everyone, and you set the bag of food in the kitchenette counter so you can put the ice cream away. You then go to change into more comfortable clothes - a pair of pajama pants and a tank top you'd stolen from Hongjoong (who had purposely gotten it too big so you would steal it). You turned your little speaker on to play music, going about moving the desk chairs closer together and setting out the boxes of food. You're singing as you go about the process, lost in the sheer domestication, and don't register the sound of the door unlocking. Hongjoong’s voice harmonizing with your own as his arms wrap around you from behind startles you from your mind and you laugh a little. “Hey there, gorgeous.” You greet, adjusting so you can tilt your head back and let him kiss you. “How was send off?”

“It was fun, but honestly, I was also a little out of it.” Hongjoong admitted. “I’m pretty sure I missed interacting with a few fans.”

“I'm sure they'll forgive you.” You playfully banter back. “You deserved to be distracted after what you did to me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than distracting you, princess.” Hongjoong's voice pitches into a growl, head dipping to bite at where your pulse beats just under your jaw. He holds you securely even as your legs threaten to give out. 

“Fuck, Joong.” You breathe, one hand moving to slide into his hair. You can feel the laugh even as he continues to bite and suck at your skin, intent on making sure a possessive mark is left behind when he's done. 

“I know all your sweet spots after three years, baby. You should have known I'd use them after that tease.” The smirk in his voice is evident as one hand snakes lower so he can slip it beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, but stops just beneath the hem to simply brush his fingers over your hip gently.

“Kim Hongjoong, we've been over this. It isn't a tease if you have every intention of following through.” Your words are breathless even as you correct him, barely keeping yourself up because true to his word, Hongjoong knows every spot that drives you wild. “And if you thought for a moment I wouldn't follow through when you look this delicious, well, that's just sad.” You're very aware of the heat pooling in your body, turning into putty with every touch and kiss Hongjoong places on your body. 

“Did you think I wouldn't follow through?” He smirks, stepping away to pull you towards the bed. “Did it not occur to you that I picked this exact outfit specifically for you?”

“Oh yeah, just for me? Why, so I could jump your bones, handsome?” You tease back, your voice shaky from desire as he brings you to the bed. 

“Maybe. Would that make it better, princess?” Hongjoong cooed, moving to make you sit on the foot of the bed so he can settle on his knees between your legs. Dark eyes looked up at you, the sheer lustful adoration in them making you bite your lip and moan. 

“How are you so fucking gorgeous on your knees? It's not fair.” You pout, moving to tilt the hat back so you can see his face better. He smirks up at you, reaching up to remove the hat and set it aside, hands moving to the waistband of your pants to tug them down, his eyes watching you as you adjust to help him remove the fabric easier. When his eyes lower, he groans, eyes closing briefly. 

“What are these?” He coos breathily, fingers trailing up your thighs to tease over the navy colored lace of the underwear you have on. 

“I figured since I didn't have a gift, I could find something else to give you.” Your voice is smug even as he brushes his thumb over the fabric covering your core, biting your lip. “Happened to find a shop that was still open and I know how much you like me in lace.”

“I do love you in lace, baby, but you've never made a special trip like this just for me.”

You pout at his response despite the desire burning through your veins. “Do you not-”

“I love it, princess, please don't doubt that. You're fucking spoiling me with this. I couldn't ask for a more perfect anniversary gift. I simply can't decide if I want to ruin these panties while you're wearing them or take them off and just devour you.” One hand is pressed at the crotch of his jeans where his length is already visible through the denim, and you almost feel sorry for his indecision. Almost. 

He started it by wearing the damn cowboy outfit he's in, after all.

“Would seeing the set help you decide?” you ask, and the feral heat in his eyes as they swirl crimson in desire when he looks up at you makes you giggle, crossing your arms over your body to grab the hem of the shirt and pull it off, revealing the matching lace bra underneath the tank top. There's a pride that swells when he moans loudly at the sight of you in nothing but the lingerie set. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he lurches up at you, sealing his lips over yours as his hands move to cup at your chest, massaging your breasts as he moans into your mouth. You can't help but laugh out a soft moan as he trails his lips further down your neck, leaving open mouth kisses and a faint touch of saliva on your skin. “So beautiful, so soft…can't believe you're really mine.”

One hand moves to play in his hair, gripping at the brown tresses gently. “I'm only yours, Joong, my delicious cowboy. You claimed me a long time ago.” You shiver as his laugh vibrates through you, his hands moving to unclasp the bra before nudging at you to lay down so he can hover over you, your arms above your head as you look at each other longingly. “Our food will get cold, baby.”

“There's only one thing I'm hungry for right now.” Hongjoong breathes, holding himself up with one hand as he dips his head, taking one nipple in his mouth while his fingers scratch gently and pinch at the other. The ministration makes your back arch, one hand returning to his hair to tug at the strands. It earns you a pretty little moan, Hongjoong switching his mouth to the opposite nipple. Teeth graze over the sensitive bud and you gasp, hips bucking up suddenly and letting you feel just how hard your boyfriend already is for you. Hongjoong laughs, pulling away to kiss you. “I love how responsive you are to my mouth, princess.”

“I'm responsive to you, Hongjoong, not just your mouth.” You manage to breathe back, tongue wetting your lips when he pulls away. 

“Well, I plan on using my mouth thoroughly first.” Hongjoong grins down at you, starting to trail bites and kisses down your body. When he gets low enough, his teeth clasp onto the fabric of the panties and tug. Unable to help yourself you prop up on your elbows to watch him, hips lifting just enough to aid his task. His eyes stay locked on you as he works the fabric down. Once it's low enough, he uses his hands to finish removing it, kissing up the inside of your thigh. “Mhmm, how many times should I drive you over that edge, hmm? My precious girl.”

You can't help but reach out to card your hand through his hair again, licking your lips. “As long as I get a chance to reciprocate in between. It's not just about me, baby.” 

“I could get off just listening to your noises, Y/N. You know that.”

“Mm, but I like getting you off in other ways.” You fire back. “My cowboy needs some physical touch, too.” You're more than aware of the shiver than runs through his body, picking up the hat to put it back on his head. “Let me ride you like a good girl, yeah? What is it they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” The words seem to break his will to debate, arms wrapping around your thighs and tugging you towards his face.

“Let me taste you first. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before you go on your ride. Be a good girl and speak up for me.” He doesn't give you a chance to respond, mouth enveloping your folds and swirling his tongue around your clit. Having him between your legs like this is nothing new, he loves getting to please you in this way, but the hat sits just so that he can look up at you and yet you couldn't see him, which somehow added to your arousal. One hand moves up to lace his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand as he moans. The sound vibrates into your body, making you wetter as your eyes close and you moan in return.

“Fuck, Joong, baby,” you know you can't last long after the build up, and it doesn't bother Hongjoong at all, he sucks harder at your clit, sliding two fingers between your folds as he continues. The sensations are too much and not enough, your body unable to decide if it wants to pull away or press closer. Hongjoong obviously senses it, adjusting so he's hovering better over your core, slowly adding a third finger before scissoring them. Your back comes off the bed as you cry out, eyes closing as you grip at the sheets and your head slams back onto the bed. You're right on the edge, feeling your body quake from how tight the coil of your pleasure is. “Joong, mm, Hongjoong, fuck, don't stop, please baby, don't stop.” It’s obvious he has every intention of having you hit that first orgasm quickly, his mouth sucking harder as his hand speeds up at your pleas. It doesn't take much longer before your legs fight against his hold, your release spilling on his fingers and tongue while you half scream his name. He doesn't stop though, making sure you ride out the high as he takes every bit you give him, moaning like he's just had his favorite meal. When you whine, he pulls away, knowing it means you've become too sensitive.

“Did your cowboy do good?”

“So good.” You pant, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “But it's my turn now, Joong.” He smirks up at you, moving onto the bed so he can kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue over your lower lip to ask for entrance. You open your mouth eagerly, letting him make you taste yourself as you moan into the kiss, pulling at his shirt to hold him close. His hands lift to start unbuttoning his shirt but you smack at his hand. “No.” you whine. “Let me taste you while you're still like this, please? You can take it off when you fuck me, I just want to see you fall apart like this.” You beg, fingers already working open his jeans as you start to slide off the bed and try to tug him over. His hands catch your wrists, however, a stern command escaping his lips as your knees touch the floor. 

“No, baby girl, get up from there.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I didn’t say no. I just don’t want you on the hotel floor like a common whore.”

“But I’m your whore, Captain.” you counter, grinning when the name makes his gaze darken. “I don’t mind being on my knees for you like a good girl.”

“Princess, we’ve already been over this.” His grip at your wrists tightens and he tugs you up to standing, getting off the bed himself to look down at you from your height difference. He leans in, swiping his tongue up your neck and grazing his teeth over your pulse before growling quietly in your ear, the sound alone making you shiver. “You may be my whore, but you will not sully yourself on the floor of hotel rooms. So if you’re so intent on sliding my cock down that pretty little throat of yours,” he pauses to dip his head to the other side, biting hard at where your neck and shoulder meet, smirking at the moan you make and the way your body quivers before he lifts his lips to your ear again. “Get your ass back on the bed like a good girl.” 

The obedience is immediate, you crawling onto the bed the moment he releases the hold on your wrists, tongue wetting your lips as you wait patiently for him to join you. You sit back with your legs tucked underneath, hands clenching as you lower your gaze for a moment. When he moves to join you on the bed, he slides his jeans down just enough to reveal the boxers underneath, leaving the clothing on per your request as he settles on the bed and leans back against the headboard. You can feel his gaze on you, a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he hums appreciatively at your nude form before opening his arms. 

“Come here, darling girl. Let me kiss you.”

You move closer to him, scooting up the bed and letting him guide you between his legs so he can lean into him, sealing your lips together. You moan as his fingers wind their way into your hair, his nails becoming claws to faintly scratch over your scalp. This kiss is heated, Hongjoong dominating the contact with ease as he holds you to him. Your hands move lower, fingers brushing over the outline of his cock through the boxers he wears. “Please, Joong,” you beg between kisses, voice little more than a whine. “My Captain, my soulmate, please.”

Hongjoong hums, the sound vibrating in his chest as he swipes his tongue over your lips again. “What is it, my precious? What do you want from Captain, hmm?” He’s mocking you, and you know it, but it’s so undeniably sexy because he saves the sexual torment specifically for you. “Use your words, be a good girl for me, yeah?”

One hand moves shamelessly over his erection, whining helplessly as you press just faintly against the bulge. “Let me taste you, please. I need it.”

“Mm, look at you, begging so pretty for me.” he smirks as he drags your bottom lip between his teeth, and you’re very aware of the way he’s completely dropped his human facade, fangs catching your skin as he tugs your lip teasingly. “So good and obedient. I haven’t even given you my cock but you’re already drunk on it.”

“Drunk on you, Hongjoong.” you weakly correct, whimpering as one hand reaches up to wrap around your throat for a moment. 

“Yeah, it’s just my presence making you so wet and needy?” he tilts his head, crimson eyes glowing and he smirks at you, and you’re very aware of the way you can feel the emotions between each other.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand covering the one he has at your throat. “Please, Joong. Please let me have you in my mouth. I can be such a good girl, please.”

“Oh, I know you can be. You’re always so good, even when you’re getting punished.” Hongjoong growls, leaning to kiss you roughly. “Have your fill, my princess. I’ll let you enjoy my cock.”

You almost collapse into his lap, thanking him wildly as your hands move to slide the boxers down and let his shaft free. There’s already precum glistening on the tip and you lean to swipe your tongue over it, proud when you hear Hongjoong moan and his length twitches under your touch. You start slowly, lowering your mouth over him through a few breaths through your nose, waiting until his shaft grazes the back of your throat before moaning. Hongjoong has one hand gripping the sheets, claws tugging at the fabric as the other moves to pull your hair from your face. 

“Look at you, knowing how to use your mouth like a good little slut.” Hongjoong both praises and degrades, fully aware of the way you squirm at the words. “You like making me writhe for you, don’t you? Like watching me while you fuck me with your mouth?” The hand in the sheets moves as the other tugs at your hair, pulling you from his length enough to brush his fingers over your lips while one of your hands wraps around him to stroke him while he holds you away from the length. “I showed you how good it feels, and now you love to do it, huh?” He watches as you nod. 

“I like seeing how good it makes you feel,” your voice is rough, but you hold his eyes, smirking at him. “I love the way you moan and hiss, the way you praise me for pleasing you right.”

“You do love to be praised, huh?” Hongjoong mocks, hips rocking up into your hand as he speaks. “You get so wet and needy when I tell you you’re doing a good job. My perfect mate, my good girl, always being so attentive to my reactions. I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Captain.” you reply.

“I should reward you, princess.”

You shake your head a little. “Not yet, please. Let me be a good girl and please you first.”

“You’re already being such a good girl, though, Y/N.” He teases, but when you once more shake your head, he smirks at you. “Ahhh, I know what it is you want. You want us even before I fill you with my cock, don’t you? You want me to cum all over your tits so I can clean up my mess, yeah?” When you moan with a near-frantic nod, legs squeezing together as you lick your lips, he hums thoughtfully.

“Yes,” you beg, eyes closing. “Yes, please, Hongjoong. My soul, my captain, my love.” Your hand still works over him, and you know he’s aware of the way he’s leaking precum, his eyes never leaving yours. He then nods, relaxing the hold on your hair so you can once more dive onto him, hollowing your cheeks every few bobs of your head to further spur him to his first end. You recognize the way his head tilts back, the way his legs fall open even more, how his hips roll erratically up into your mouth. Suddenly, his hand tightens and pulls you up, a string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips to his throbbing member. Your hand returns to stroking him, adjust so your chest hovers near his shaft. His free hand moves to join your own at his length, applying just a little more pressure as he watches you.

“Can’t wait to see you painted in my cum, to clean up your tits while you ride my cock.” he pants, body quaking as he gets closer. A few more pumps from your hands and his release hits him, coating your breasts in his seed as his head falls back and whacks the headboard, his eyes closed as he breathes. “Fuck, princess,” he huffs, opening his eyes to smirk down at you. “Such a good job. Couldn’t have asked for a better mate than my magic girl.”

You giggle breathlessly, moving to close his legs so you can tug at his pants, smirking up at him as he comes down from his high, watching you as he catches his breath. “I love when I get to see you like this.”

“Drained of every fluid and aching for more of you?” Hongjoong jokes, his eyes still glowing even in the light of the hotel room. 

You shake your head, letting the denim and the boxers fall to the side of the bed, scooting up to straddle him while your fingers begin unbuttoning the shirt. “Your true form, Hongjoong. The demon I fell in love with.”

“I fell in love with you first, you know.” Hongjoong sits up to help you slide the shirt off, hands then roaming over your body. “The first time you asked to see this form, I knew I was lost on you. You stole my heart when I didn’t even think I had one to steal.” he tilted his head to kiss at your shoulder and up to your neck, his claws teasing over your skin. “That’s why I can never get enough of you, my princess.”

“Is that why I have a mating scar and a ring?” you teased, sliding up to drag the pads of your fingers over his shaft, the contact easily stirring it back to life, hardening under your knowledgeable touch.

“You have both because you said yes,” Hongjoong countered with a moan as his arousal spiked again, biting at your pulse as your fingers caressed over his length. “You have them because I love you and my soul is yours. The sex is just a bonus.” You can’t help but laugh, adjusting so you can ease his semi-hard (and getting harder) length into your folds, both of you moaning as you became one. The moment he bottomed out, Hongjoong was pulling you into a deep kiss, hands on your hips as he devoured your mouth before dipping his head to swipe his tongue through the sticky mess still coating your breasts. “I could go so many rounds and not need a break. You feel and sound so good.”

“We still need sleep, my beloved demon.” you breathed, tilting your head to kiss at his neck. “We have a flight in the morning.”

“Then let’s make sure your ride lasts.” Hongjoong smirks as he looks at you, leaning to to swipe another bit of his own release from your chest. “Because I am so far from done with you.”

“All this from some lace lingerie? Maybe I should buy more.”

“You started this, my precious girl.”

You make a point to lift your hips and drop without warning, smirking as Hongjoong almost screams out a moan. “Don’t get it twisted, Hongjoong. You started this when you decided to flaunt around in a full cowboy outfit like I wasn’t going to devoid you over it.” 

He responds by picking his hat up from the bed where it had fallen, placing it on your head with a smirk. “I’ll wear it anytime you want me to, gorgeous.”

“What if I just want you in the hat, hmm?” you ask, laughing out a moan as he begins to guide you on him, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he watches you. 

“I’m your cowboy, remember?”

“Yeah? Let me save a few horses, huh?”

Hongjoong smirks, fangs showing as he tugs you against him into a kiss, which allows him to change the angle of his hips as he picks up the pace to hear you moan more. “You can ride me anytime, Y/N. Day or night.”

[hetalia-club]

You guys think France would let me in the culinary club?

Ahem, this is my Almond Vanilla Bean Cheesecake, made 100% from scratch and took me 11 hours in total, counting cooling and set up time.

I think this would be a good Christmas/winter cheesecake because the almonds and powdered sugar on top makes it look like you’re flying over a snowy landscape

It’s got a brown butter biscoff crust

A thick layer of a homemade Almond Frangipane

Vanilla bean cheese cake

And I topped it with a cream cheese, vanilla & almond whipped cream. Almonds and a dusting of powdered sugar

(I often just forget that I’m a trained pastry chef and then I just like am sitting around thinking “man I wish I had cheesecake right now” and then I’ll go “hold on! I CAN make cheesecake right now!)

Other Character Cakes: Romano's Vanilla Bean Almond Cheesecake America's Peach Cobbler Cheesecake Italy's Pistachio Latte Cheesecake England's Strawberry Short-Cheesecake

Romano's Vanilla Bean Almond Cheesecake recipe below >>

9 1/2 inch round spring form pan measurements

Bisscoff Crust 1 full package of airline sized Biscoff cookies all of them opened and crushed up, idk how much that is, that's just how much I used, i think I ate 2 packs so minus 2 lol. 1 stick of butter or 1/2 cup or 250g. 4tbs of sugar (or not)

Almond Frangipane 2 cups almond flour 1 1/4 stick or 10 TBS of salted room temp butter 2 eggs 3TBS vanilla extract or bean paste 2 TBS of Almond extract (if you don't like almond extract taste you can do a little less and do more vanilla) 1 cup sugar

Stabilized whipped cream (won't fall in fridge) 4oz softened cream cheese 1 TBS vanilla bean paste 1 TBS almond extract idk like a few cups of heavy cream whatever you want to do man. powdered sugar

Crush your Biscoff cookies up, don't blend them it ruins it. Next brown your butter SLOWLY on a stove, stir constantly, you'll know it's done when it smells nutty. pour butter, Biscoff and the sugar in a bowl and stir it up until it's all coated. Then press into teh bottom of your spring form pan and bake it at 350 for like idk...8 minutes, just don't burn it. Take it out and switch your oven to 325 (or whatever your cheesecake temp asks for).

for the almond paste cream the butter & sugar together, add your eggs and wait until combined, add your extracts and almond flour, mix until just combined don't over mix. It will be pretty wet and you'll think you did it's wrong but it's okay it's supposed to be a paste not a dough.

Spread the Almond Frangipane over your baked crust, this is kinda messy use a piping bag if you have it if not just use your fingers because a spoon doesn't really work it just pulls up the crust.

pour your cheese cake batter on top and pop it in the oven and follow the baking instructions for the cheese cake batter recipe you used, usually like 50is minutes. (don't forget your water bath!) When it's done turn off the oven and open the door and let it sit there and think about it's life choices for about an hour or so then when the oven is cool take it out and sit it one the counter and go do something else for a few hours. Then place it in the fridge for at least 4 hours to stand or over night. When that's done you can finally take it out of the pan and make your whipped cream (yay)

Whipped cream: beat the cream cheese in the mixer and then add your extracts in. Mix it all together and add your heavy cream straight in mix it until it forms stiff peaks. add powdered sugar to get to your desired sweetness. Smooth, pipe or plop the whipped cream on in any design you want. top with sliced almonds and more powdered sugar.

all done! that only took *looks at phone* 11 hours now you can have a piece.

[leenathegreengirl]

At a Glance... (2/3)

Hi friends! Second continuation of the At a Glance series (initially posted by @legacygirlingreen with her 3 OC's in the Pabuverse). As a reminder this showcases my friends as aesthetics. You can find hers HERE and Part 1 HERE! I also linked some fun projects to help you get to know my friends even more below!

The Girls are Calling Video | Wrecker & Chori | Jesse & Lilly | Fives & Sylvie

Animal

Bear: Protective but also cuddly? That's certainly Wrecker...

Bunny: Adorable but not to be underestimated...

Place

Spring in the City: Both chaotic and beautiful, both Chori and Wrecker embody the energy of a city in Springtime. Beautiful cherry blossoms in a crowded market energy.

Plant

Oranges: Fresh and pleasant to the senses, wrecker has the energy that reflects orange trees

Hydrangeas: An unusual flower that relies heavily on the perfect environment. Absorbing water through the petals, Chori is slightly different from her siblings but those differences is where she shines best...

Character

Kronk: loyal, yet often oblivious, nature, his good-heartedness, and his talent for cooking... sounds like someone I know...

Penelope: On the outskirts, at odds with her sisters, intelligent in her own ways

Season

Spring: Bright and full of light, life and rebirth

Hobby

Fishing: On Pabu, Wrecker takes joy in being out on the water, line in hand. The physicality, the excitment of bringing in a large catch.

Color

Yellow: Bright, loud, and impossible to ignore—like Wrecker’s laugh echoing down a hallway or the way he always seems to bring light into the room without meaning to.

Pink: Soft, intentional, and surprisingly complex. The shade Chori's skin is. A reminder that gentleness is a kind of strength.

Crystal/Stone/Gem

Geode: Rough and unassuming on the outside, but cracked open—there’s color and shimmer, hidden depth. Much like Wrecker and Chori, who are full of surprises if you’re patient enough to see them.

Food

Candy: Wrecker prefers the fruity kind—chewy, bright wrappers, something fun to share. The kind you buy at a convenience store just because you thought of someone.

Sweets: Chori has a soft spot for things made from scratch. Red bean buns, delicate cakes, something with thought behind it. Sweet, but never too sweet.

Finding your perfect match is an extraordinary feeling. It’s the person you can always count on, who understands your quirks and preferences, and who will go the extra mile to help you find exactly what you’re looking for—even in a sea of choices. Wrecker and Chori’s connection is truly something special. Their shared interests, aligned outlook on life, and infectious joy make them an irresistible duo. I’m beyond grateful for my best friend and Tech’s sweet-as-can-be “little” brother. Together, they truly make an unforgettable pair! Not to mention the best ‘parents’ to muffin the mischievous space pup!

Read their stories here...

Tunesgiving 2024: Tune of a Kind ✨

Life Day 2024: Something Sweet ✨💋 (Spicy!)

Animal

Deer: This one may be a bit obvious but...

Place

City at Night: Quiet lights, the hum of life even after sunset. Jesse remembers nights like this from before—stars over rooftops, her hand in his, a rare moment of calm. Now, it’s just walks through Pabu’s lit streets after JJ’s gone to bed. Peaceful. Private. The way they like it.

Artistic Museum Buildings: Lilly’s dream places. Curved walls, stained glass, stories hidden in frames and brushstrokes. There’s something sacred about being surrounded by beauty made permanent. It's how she sees the world—and Jesse, even if he doesn't realize it.

Plant

Lilly: Of course. Gentle but enduring. Elegant, yet grounded. Always grown toward the light, even when surrounded by darkness. A namesake that fits his deepest love.

Blanket Flowers: Hardy, sun-loving, and vibrant

Character

Donkey (Shrek): Jesse in a nutshell. Loud, loyal, and impossible not to love. He talks too much, laughs too hard, and never stops showing up for the people he cares about. Underneath the goofiness? A heart of gold.

Pam (The Office): There’s a quiet strength to Lilly, like Pam. The kind that grows over time, blooming into confidence and purpose. She loves deeply, stands her ground when it matters, and creates warmth in every space she enters.

Season

Summer: The season of laughter echoing off cliffs, of JJ’s sticky fingers after fruit popsicles. Long evenings, warm skin, and falling asleep tangled in each other. This is the now. It’s golden and full of life.

Autumn: The past they carry in their bones. Fading leaves, heavy air, time to reflect. Autumn is memory—but not just grief. It’s the comfort of survival. The beauty of letting go.

Hobby

Rock Climbing: Jesse still needs a challenge, a way to feel his strength without a battlefield. Climbing gives him that—grit, adrenaline, but now with purpose. Sometimes he carries JJ in a harness on smaller climbs. She squeals the whole way up.

Pottery: Lilly's hands have always been gentle. Working with clay is meditative—a process of shaping, softening, rebuilding. Her cups are a little crooked, but Jesse insists coffee tastes better in them anyway.

Color

Blue: 501. The ocean off Pabu’s coast. A calm that only came after the storm.

Orange: Lilly’s favorite sunrise color. Warm and ever-changing. It's the way Jesse makes her feel when he’s making breakfast in his robe, humming some off-key song. It’s firelight, laughter, and safety.

Crystal/Stone/Gem

Blue Calcite: Calming, intuitive, and deeply healing.

Agate: Stabilizing and resilient.

Food

Pasta: Jesse’s comfort meal. He makes too much every time and always pretends it's on purpose. JJ gets flour everywhere helping. It's messy, chaotic, and full of love.

Stew: Lilly’s signature. Simple, hearty, and nourishing. The kind of dish that makes a house feel like home, passed around in chipped bowls with sleepy smiles and full hearts.

Proud parents to their beloved daughter, JJ—affectionately dubbed "Jesse Junior"—Lilly and Jesse's love story began during the war, and from that moment, they’ve been inseparable. Their bond has only deepened over the years, culminating in their arrival on Pabu as refugees, thanks to Rex saving Jesse’s life. Now, far removed from the chaos of battle, these two couldn’t be happier to embrace a life of peace and retirement. It’s a welcome change, and one they’ve both earned. Who would have thought that Jesse—the once reckless, free-spirited soldier—would be the first to settle down, taking on the role of the responsible, protective father? It’s a beautiful evolution to witness, as he and Lilly create a safe and loving home for little JJ. They are now in their greatest adventure yet: building a future together.

Read their stories here...

Tunesgiving 2024 - "Welcome Home Soldier" ✨

Life Day 2024 - "Unexpected Words" ✨

Animal

Otter: Full of energy and emotion, Sylvie lives with her heart wide open. She clings to those she loves fiercely, always moving, always feeling. There’s joy in her chaos, softness in her strength—like an otter curled around someone it refuses to let go of.

Penguin: Loyal to the end, a little awkward in a charming way, and built for survival in the coldest of circumstances. Penguins endure storms with grace—just like Fives, who may be far away, but hasn’t stopped choosing Sylvie every single day.

Place

Wheat field: Like the ones back home—wide open skies, golden warmth, wind catching her hair. It's where she dreamed of more, long before she knew what "more" looked like. Now, it's a memory she carries like a melody.

Bar: Like the one where he met Sylvie—dim lighting, loud laughter, music vibrating in his chest. It was messy and alive, the kind of place that only matters because she was there, singing like she’d never been hurt. He walked in, and never looked away.

Plant

Roses: Soft but never fragile. Petal after petal, she’s made of layered beauty and quiet resilience. She knows how to bloom even with thorns, and she offers her love boldly—never afraid of getting hurt.

Frost Flowers: Rare and fleeting, formed in silence and cold. They bloom where others wouldn’t survive. Fives carries that same magic—something unexpectedly delicate in a world built on steel and fire.

Character

Dorthy (Wizard of Oz): Whisked away from everything she knew, Sylvie still finds her way home—not in a place, but in love. She’s brave in her softness, and never loses sight of what matters most. Her heart always points back to him.

Flynn Rider (Tangled): The roguish charm, the smirk, the secret soft center. Fives talks big, jokes more, and hides a heart that’s far too tender for the battlefield. With Sylvie, he found something real—and he never looked back.

Season

Spring: Rebirth, color, music on the breeze. She’s laughter after rain, love songs in the garden, and hope that refuses to die—even when the world tries to crush it.

Winter: Quiet endurance. Cold mornings and warm hands. He’s the comfort of snowflakes on lashes, of firelight in the dark. A protector in the storm, holding space until it’s safe again.

Hobby

Tending Animals: She’s at her best with gentleness in her hands—mending wings, brushing fur, whispering kindness to creatures who’ve known fear. Her compassion is instinct, not performance.

DJ/Podcasts: He loved her music first. Now, he keeps the world talking. With a mic in hand and that familiar spark in his voice, Fives turns every broadcast into a lifeline

Color

Blush Pink: Like the flush of her cheeks when she’s singing something too honest. Like the soft glow of a first kiss. A color that speaks in whispers and lingers on the skin like memory.

Dark Blue: The color of his armor, or the late-night sky when everything’s quiet. Deep, dependable, a constant. He holds more emotion than he shows, but it’s always there—strong and still.

Crystal/Stone/Gem

Rose Quartz: The crystal of unconditional love. Gentle, nurturing, and emotionally healing. It suits her perfectly—she doesn’t love halfway, and she never gives up on the people she believes in.

Sodalite: Thought, truth, and loyalty wrapped in cool strength. Fives is the steady voice in the chaos, the reason behind the passion. He might look like trouble—but he’s built on something deeper.

Food

Strawberry Milkshake: Like the one they shared on their first date—sticky fingers, shared straws, stolen glances. Sweet, classic, and etched into her memory like a favorite song.

Full Turkey Feast: He never did anything halfway—meals included. Loud conversation, way too many sides, a little chaos, a lot of heart. It’s comfort food at its finest, just like him.

Since Sylvie arrived on our little island as a refugee, I’ve had the privilege of hearing all about her whirlwind romance. She tells the story of how Fives walked into the 79s during one of her sets, oozing charm—and just like that, it was love at first sight. Even now, she hasn’t given up hope that he’s out there somewhere, fighting against all odds to return to her. I can’t say I blame her; after all, I held onto the hope of finding Tech after his fall. In the meantime, I’m excited to share their story through these beautifully captured flashbacks. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.

Stories coming soon...

💕💜Tag List💜💕

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(All writing and graphics credit goes to my girl @legacygirlingreen )

[ttroubledwaters]

Marauders as things my friends have said pt 2

had a deep dive in our discord dms for this shit. @al1xre as promised. love you tater tot 😽🩷 which friend should I target next.. nani or cece.... I got A LOT on both them mfs

other parts

Sirius: BRO. YOU CAN FIGURE THIS OUT URSELF

James: BUT PADS??? YOURE MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON?? YOURE SUPPOSED TO HELP??

Dorcas: DUDE. IM NOT GOING TO REPEAT MYSELF.

Barty: YOURE NOT MY MOTHER. but fine.

James: STOP BEING GOOFY AND CONFESS

James: THIS IS STRESSING ME OUT

Sirius: YOU??? MF IM THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS?

James: DAWG IM SHITTING BRICKS. WE'RE BASICALLY THE SAME PERSON SO

Peter: BRO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE IF YOU WONT LISTEN

Marlene: NO BUT THAT IS SCARY HUH

Lily: I DONT GIVE A FUCK. SAY IT.

Marlene: I'm telling Pandora you're being mean

Lily: I DONT GIVE FLYING FUCKS IM TRYING TO HELP YOU

Barty: shape one into a dick

Evan: bro there's children around

Dorcas: well she told me her name and I told her mine??

Barty: ... Congratulations?

Evan: hit the jackpot fr

Dorcas: I'm gonna stop talking to you both

Regulus: I love being the unproblematic bystander

Lily: ew I feel like a mother

Marlene: mommy lily

Lily: no pls I hate that

Mary: what about mother Lily?

Peter: I need help with the personality

James: uhmm.. harsh at first? Smoker definitely

Sirius: has a penis

Remus: HAS A PENIS? 😭

James: everythings possible

Dorcas: lesbians liking men

James: oh yeah. That's not possible.

Sirius: why don't you just fall for a friend?

James: eh idk.. most of em are taken

Sirius: wow ok I'm offended

James: don't you like Remus?

Sirius: still.. thought that counts..

Barty: potter doesn't think I'm scary, right?

Regulus: of course not! He thinks you're terrifying!

Remus: my coffee tastes like sad bean water :((

Sirius: put creamer in it

Remus: oh right I forgot

James: I appreciate you sm I love you

Sirius: I love you more??

James: impossible. I love you more.

Sirius: possible. I love you most.

James: I love you mostest.

Sirius: I love you more than mostest.

James: I love you more than more than mostest.

Sirius: that makes no sense what and you're wrong like its not possible

(Remus and Regulus side eyeing the fuck out of them both)

Evan: oh my gosh we both have siblings.. soulmates fr.

Regulus: i wanna be on your level of delusion

Sirius: how bout Remus turns around and looks at ME like that

James: id look at you like that

Sirius: THAT CAUGHT ME OFF GAURD.

Sirius: my life is so boring I need real drama

Peter: id create drama but being involved takes a lot of effort

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

Four tries Wars‘ coffee.

It doesn’t end as intended 🤣🤣

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59864308

Hot Bean Water by @kilgoreontralfamadore

Summary:

Four's curiosity gets the better of him, and he asks to try a cup of Warriors's morning coffee. It doesn't go terribly well.

Tags:

Four-centric

Four Has a Bad Time

Good Older Sibling Twilight

Time is a Good Parent

Legend Being a Little Shit

Brotherly Bonding

Fluff

Crack

Caffeine Addiction

Caffeine Withdrawal

Coffee

closest thing to a coffee shop au i'll ever write

Four Splits into the Colors

kinda not all the way tho

Internal Monologue

Word count: 2,266

Finished: Yes

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 18]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"Hwa hwa, you know I love you the most, right?" You threw your arms around the male, hugging him with a sweetest grin that you could muster. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow as he stared at you, more like glared at you.

"Yeah right. The only time (y/n) tells Seonghwa hyung she loves him is to get out of trouble." Jongho snorted.

"Shut up, Jongho." You hissed.

"Be nice." Seonghwa hit the back of your head, making you sulk. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your waist to back hug you.

"Woo~" You squirmed. Seonghwa sighed, stroking your head. He knew that you already knew what he was going to say.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"Not at all. It was nice and relaxing. I needed this, to keep myelf busy." You looked up at him. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho knew what you meant.

"Plus, Yunho is good company." You added. All 3 boys looked up at Yunho, who was just standing there, trying to eavesdrop and watch what was happening without being noticed. He blinked when he realised that all the stared were at him. Embarrassed that they knew he was there, he cleared his throat.

"He made sure I sat down to rest after. And you! You're interfering with my coffee drinking! Even made sweet innocent Yunho turn against me." You raised a hand to hit Seonghwa.

"I-I made her a h-hot chocolate." Yunho confirmed, a little flustered to hear you call him 'sweet' and 'innocent'.

"Good. Now let's get to work." Seonghwa said, patting your head and completely ignoring you.

"I only need to fill my pasta. I'm letting my galbi and broth simmer for as long as I can let it. My garnishes and toppings are prepared." You told them.

"I'll start on apps with you?" Jongho offered. You nodded, about to walk when you noticed Wooyoung still latched to your waist.

"Wooyoung! Let me go." You patted his back. He puckered his lips in a pout before he unwillingly let you go.

You wore your apron again and went to wash your knife. This night was slightly different. With everyone working on their own dish, there wasn't a clear sous, prep or head chef. All of you just split the shared tasks while working on your own.

"Oh, wait. Let me check on the ice cream." You put your knife down and went to churners to check the consistency of the ice cream. Once they were done, you put them in the freezer.

"What's for dessert?" Yunho asked.

"That was smoked milk and vanilla ice cream. We're serving that with red bean jelly cubes, pieces of injeolmi rice cake and an almond tuile."

"Like flavours of patbingsoo but elevated." Seonghwa informed. You nodded in confirmation.

"For Western dessert, we're doing a burnt white chocolate panna cotta with raspberry swirl meringues, a passionfruit coolis and fresh mango cubes over." Jongho added.

"That sounds really nice. But burnt white chocolate?" Yunho leaned forward on his hands.

"Well, not burnt. More caramelised. White chocolate on its own is very sweet. But cook it until it becomes brown and caramelised, the flavour is a lot better and easier to balance." Wooyoung explained. Yunho nodded in interest. You continued working on the appetisers with Jongho.

"Hweh crudo. Take the marinated fish slices and roll it up with pea shoots, scallions and shredded perilla leaf. Minari (Water dropwort) jeon." You listed.

"We need to prep gujeolpan (plate with small wraps and 9 delicacy toppings)." Jongho reminded.

"Right. Then the confit tomatoes with pickles." You checked.

"I'll do the roasted eggplant with black olive doenjang and ponzu. Almost done here." Wooyoung voiced out as he worked on his dish at his bench. The door opened, the others entering.

"We're here early to help!" San declared loudly with his arms raised. Hongjoong and Yeosang shushed him.

"You can help us with the appetisers. Get aprons and wash your hands." You said.

The 4 main kitchen crew took turns. After Seonghwa and Wooyoung stepped in to guide those that didn't know their way around the kitchen, you and Jongho could work on your mains.

"Yunho, want to help me with my pasta?" You asked. Yunho's head shot up, looking for where you were in the kitchen before leaving Mingi and his task to go to you. He smiled excitedly as he bounded over like a puppy.

"So we need to shred the meat for the pasta. This is the galbi. Take two forks and pull them apart." You demonstrated.

"I can do that! And that smells so good." He pointed to the galbi. Grabbing a tasting spoon, you let him indulge in a bite. But soon, you had others around.

"Hey!" Yunho protested as you fed San, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong too.

"Alright, get back to work." He scolded them. You stayed beside Yunho, rolling out the pasta dough.

"You don't need to shred every single piece entirely. You can leave them in different size pieces." You told Yunho. He nodded with a hum, sneaking a bite before continuing.

"Stop stealing the food." You scolded him with a laugh. Yunho grinned cheekily.

"I want to do Yunho's job too." Hongjoong whined.

"No! It's my job." Yunho barked back. He liked working with you, like your personal sous chef. Yunho watched you measured the dough with a ruler and cut it. You took bites of meat that Yunho had already shredded and placed it in the middle before closing it, joining the ends together.

"Ooh, can I try?" Yunho asked with sparkling eyes. You nodded and Yunho put the forks down temporarily for you to slowly demonstrate how to fold the pasta dough.

"Not too much filling or it'll burst." You advised.

"Yeah, just like that. Press the two ends." You leaned over to see Yunho's one.

"I'll finish up here and continue that." He smiled proudly, putting it aside before finishing his previous job of shredding the meat. Once he was done, he helped you fold the pasta.

"I'm not as fast as you." He pouted.

"You just started. I would already say you're already doing a great job." You smiled.

"Thank you." Yunho blushed from your compliment. He continued to make the pasta with you. You momentarily stepped away to check the seolleongtang broth that was bubbling away on the stove, giving it a taste to make sure it was getting there.

"How is it?" Yunho asked when you stepped back into your original spot. You looked up at him and nodded, telling him how the progress of the stock has been.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, there were a few sets of eyes staring at the two of you chat in your little corner. It was like you were in your own bubble, smiling as you chatted and made the pasta together.

"That's cute." Wooyoung noted. Yeosang nodded in agreement. Hongjoong let out an affectionate chuckle.

"They're in their own world over there." San chuckled.

"They're just talking, how is that cute?" Mingi blinked, completely missing what everyone was talking about. Hongjoong patted Mingi's shoulder sympathetically.

"It's okay not to get it, Mingi ah." Hongjoong chuckled. Seonghwa stared for a second, unknowingly clenching his jaw.

"Seonghwa hyung?" Jongho called out, breaking his brain fog. The look Jongho cast him, Seonghwa knew he had been caught spiralling in his brain. He was reminding the elder that he wasn't alone in the room. Clearing his throat, Seonghwa focussed on the cutting baord in the front of him.

"We're done here. Anyone need help on anything?" You came back to the center of the kitchen where everyone was still working.

"Appetisers are almost done. Do you want to start the dessert components with me?" Seonghwa asked you in a gentle voice. You nodded your head.

"Let's get the panna cottas in the fridge to set." You both went to get the ingredients from the walk in and pantry.

"Thanks for all the help, guys. But if you need to go prepare the front for tonight. Just go ahead, we've got it handled." You said to the 5.

"We should bring in the washed plates for tonight." Yeosang said. He and San went out to bring the plates in for the kitchen crew to use to plate the food on.

"Who is working the pass tonight?" You asked.

"I can be the main. But we'll have to rotate from time to time." Wooyoung volunteered.

"Sure. Just tap out when you need someone to take over." Seonghwa and Jongho agreed. With a small crew, this was how you had to make things work. You couldn't afford to have one person just at one station the whole night.

Soon, the crew that works the front of the restaurant all were busy trying to set up for the night, leaving only a few in the ktichen to work with your kitchen crew.

"Actually, Mingi. I would love to speak with your mother about cooking eels, preparing and procuring them." You said.

"I'm sure she'll be happy to share that knowledge with you, (y/n). She loves talking about food." He chuckled.

"Maybe she can give me her eel supplier. I would love to explore it as an ingredient more. Surprisingly, I have not been that exposed to working with it." You sighed.

"My mum's the right person to go to then. I should bring you to the restaurant one day." He replied.

"I'd love that." You had a small smile on your face.

"Let's cook the staff meal first. I have feeling we might end later than we usually do and we'll be too tired to cook for ourselves then." Seonghwa suggested. You checked the clock, about to decide what to whip up quickly for everyone but San and Mingi came over, volunteering to cook.

"You guys are busy enough. We'll take over and cook something up." San smiled.

"Thanks, guys." You, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho were very grateful that they stepped up and volunteered. San and Mingi were the best cooks out of the 5 so you weren't too worried.

"Shall we make curry rice?" Mingi suggested, holding the cubes of Korean curry up.

"I know how to make that." San laughed. The two began chopping vegetables, adding whatever meat they could find.

"Is anyone using these?" San came out of the walk in with a few packs of chicken thighs and sliced pork belly in his hands. You all shook your heads.

"I'll cook the rice. You start slicing the meat." Mingi instructed and went to get the rice cooker. The 4 of you made sure to be around them in case the two needed help. But San and Mingi were confident, they didn't want to ask for help.

"Mingi, sorry. Just a few minutes. Yunho needs another tall person to help." Hongjoong poked his head into the kitchen.

"Coming." Mingi went out.

"Hi, (y/n)ie." San smiled when you moved opposite him to check on the pasta that you made with Yunho earlier. You chuckled at the casual way he called you.

"Hi, Sannie." You returned the greeting. San looked up in surprise but smiled nonetheless, his dimple popping through.

"So are you excited for your parents to come tonight?" You asked him. He nodded.

"My parents live rather far in the countryside but when they visit, it is always a treat. I hope my older sister comes too. I miss all of them." San said.

"They must be really nice."

"They are. They treat everyone like their family." He laughed. You wondered what it must be like to have such a warm, welcoming family. Maybe your family would have been like that if your mother was still around. But even then, your father was someone that never liked you and your mother to be too friendly to others.

"(y/n)." Seonghwa called you. You looked up to see Seonghwa nodding over to where he was. Shooting San a small smile, you went over to him.

"Okay?" He whispered as you stood beside him. You let out a small hum, helping him with the dessert.

-

After a quick dinner, the kitchen was bustling for dinner service. You knew the parents came when the boys were all greeting them loudly and excitedly in the dining room.

"Hey." Yunho came in with all the parents behind him. You all stood up, bowing respectfully. He introduced whose parents were whose and the family members. Yunho's younger brother looked like him.

"Please, don't let us bother you. Or interrupt your flow." Mrs Song chuckled, waving a hand. She knew what it was like working in the kitchen, owning her own restaurant. You all returend to your food prep tasks.

"I'm Wooyoung. That's Seonghwa hyung, Jongho and (y/n)." Wooyoung, who was the closest, introduced all of you.

"(y/n). The head." Even if you were not looking at them, you felt all eyes fall on you. Jongho nodded at you, assuring that he could handle it. You straightened up and walked over.

"Nice to meet you." You bowed to them.

"Omo. You're so pretty." All the mothers flocked to you, cooing at you affectionately. You grew flustered, unsure of what to do or how to react.

"Okay, ommas. Let's give her some space." Yunho cut in, separating them from you. The fathers merely chuckled, shaking their heads while the mothers scolded Yunho.

"How talented you are. I heard you've been in many reputable kitchens at your age." Mrs Jeong said sweetly, holding your hand.

"Ah, no... It's all just for experience. I'm thankful for all the opportunities given to me." You gave an awkward smile. Yunho cleared his throat and his mother pulled away, shooting her son a look. You bowed your head and went back to help, not wanting to leave the others on their own for long.

"Alright, we shall let them get back to work. Let's go back out." Yunho ushered all of them out of the kitchen. He let a sigh, hoping his mother didn't scare you too much.

"What happened?" Mingi asked.

"Our mothers were smothering (y/n)." Yunho rolled his eyes as the parents took their seats.

"Hyung, (y/n) and those guys are so talented. Why would they want to work for you?" Gunho asked. Yunho shot his younger brother a flat look while Mr Jeong nudged his youngest son.

"Because I am an amazing boss, okay?" Yunho scoffed.

"Mmm, sure." Yeosang coughed. Hongjoong handed out the menus to the parents for them to see what they would like to order.

"Omma, order (y/n)'s dish. I helped make it." Yunho leaned over, pointing to which dish you made on the menu. Mrs Jeong nodded with a hum.

"Hyung helped make it? I'm so not going to order it." Gunho shook his head. Mingi snickered, reaching over to hi-five him. Yunho threatened to hit them. But in the presence of other customers, he wasn't going to.

"Order coming in for the VIP tables." Wooyoung warned as he started to read off the order slips that were coming through.

"Let's go." You all began to work on the appetisers together that would be served first. Wooyoung, at the pass, would finish up with sauces and garnishes before sending the plate out to be served.

"Service." Wooyoung put the plates out for the other boys to bring out to the table.

"Let's start getting ready for mains so we can fire once they are done with apps. In case we need to float." You said to everyone.

"How is it going in here?" Yunho came into the kitchen. You were straining your seolleongtang stock, getting it ready to plate the mains later.

"How are the appetisers?" Seonghwa asked, setting up his oven smoker with the tea leaves for his duck.

"Oh, they love it. Every single dish, I had to stop them from ordering seconds before the mains. But at least they're all excited for the mains now." Yunho grinned proudly. When you were done, you helped Jongho with setting up his binchotan grill for the cod fillets. Yunho came over to you.

"Need help?"

"No, we're good here. You should go out and be with your parents. In case they need anything." You put a hand on his arm. Yunho pouted but nodded, obediently leaving the kitchen.

"We can start firing the mains." Wooyoung said, having observed the dining room from his position at the pass.

"Gunho looks like Yunho. A younger version." You chuckled as you took the pasta out of the boiling water. You missed the odd look that your friends shot you.

"Cuter?" Jongho asked, wanting to add fuel to the fire.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

"What?!" The door burst open and Yunho yelled in disbelief, making you all jump in shock. Hongjoong, who was outside, bowed in apology to the surprised customers before hurriedly pushing Yunho in the kitchen.

"Geez, Yunho! There are customers! You can't just suddenly yell like that." He scolded in a hiss before exiting to return to the dining room.

"Yunho, don't do that. You're disrupting customers and it's not safe where we're working with knives here." You frowned.

"Wait, do you seriously think Gunho is cuter than me?" Yunho planted his hand on the counter, blocking your way with his body. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho snickered.

"Does it matter? Now, I need to plate my dish." You said, walking around him to go to the plates.

"Yes, it matters to me!" Yunho threw a tantrum, stomping his food as he whined.

"(y/n)~" He whined when he realised that you were ignoring him. You plated each pasta on each plate, making sure the positions of each pasta was accurate and similar. He leaned down in front of you.

"(y/n), tell me I'm cuter than Gunho." He said. You rolled your eyes, patting his head to pacify him then walking to get the seolleongtang into a jug so you could pour it over the pasta. Yunho sulked, following you around like a puppy with separation anxiety. You poured the broth over, garnishing with two oils.

"Pass me the egg garnish." You instructed. Yunho sighed but handed the containers for you to put the garnishes over.

"Bring these out for service, will you?" You told him and went to prepare the other portions. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho called the others for service too.

"Yah. Don't just stand there. Keep moving." Mingi clicked his tongue as he carried the dishes in his hands.

"We might have a little lull time before dessets." Wooyoung said.

"(y/n). Tell me I'm better than Gunho." Yunho came in again, still pushing his agenda. You raised an eyebrow at him. He was seriously a pouty puppy.

"I don't know Gunho well enough to know if you're truly better than him. That's biased." You pointed out.

"True." San, who overheard, voiced in agreement. Yunho whipped around, glaring at San.

"Get out." He pointed at the door. San scoffed and rolled his eyes before going out. Turning back around, Yunho saw that you had slipped away. You were still doing the few orders for mains and appetisers that came in.

"Service." You handed the plates to Wooyoung. Yeosang came in to take them out to the dining room. Seonghwa and Jongho also served what they finished working on. Yunho brought them out.

"Let's take 5." Seonghwa suggested. You stepped out the back door for a breather. Yunho came back to find you missing.

"I'm just taking a breather, Yunho." You said when he stepped out of the back door.

"I know." He said, taking a seat beside you on the stoop. With his body practically brushing against yours, you didn't move away uncomfortably. You sat there in silence.

"Why were you so adament on me thinking you're better than Gunho? It doesn't matter what I think." You asked with a chuckle.

"No, it matters to me." Yunho said firmly.

"Why?"

"Because you can't like Gunho. I want to be the only one that you like." He frowned.

~

Series masterlist

[pansy-placebo]

This is your sign to get That Thing that you've thought would be useful for a long time, but didn't think you should get it for whatever reason. This is the sign to get that thing.

I bought a shower chair, a phone holder for the shower, and a powered scrubber. And my life is forever changed.

Context: I've been pretty open about how, for the past year or so, I've been increasingly struggling with bathing. I used to shower roughly every other day, and gradually that became about once a week, and then further, and then to the point where I genuinely don't know how often I've been bathing. It's just been deodorant and dry shampoo for a long, long time.

This is because I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) and dissociative issues. Everything way is way more mentally and physically taxing with CFS, and the dissociation makes it doubly hard to focus. My phone would be blasting some video outside the shower to keep me present, but afterwards I'd still be exhausted for at least the rest of the day.

I got around the problem a little by taking "spit baths" or "bird baths", basically washing the important parts in the sink. Then I'd use deodorant for the rest (which, as long as I semi-regularly changed my clothes, went well /gen). I went a long time using primarily these methods, as it uses overall less energy than a full shower.

But smelling good and being basically hygienic ≠ feeling clean. I was getting the important parts, but I only ever feel clean when I've thoroughly showered.

So. After a great deal of consideration, I decided to get a shower chair and a water-resistant phone holder, and while I was on the webpage, I saw a neat powered body scrubber thingy I've always wanted, and ordered it in the spur of the moment. The phone holder arrived yesterday, the chair and scrubber today.

I've included some reference pictures for anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about

And today, I finally took a shower with all the little things I've wanted. The phone holder and the shower chair and the electric scrubber thingy and. Holy shit. I feel better after this shower than any shower I've had in well over a year. Maybe even two years at this point.

It was a little awkward at first, I'm not used to sitting in the shower, but once I got used to everything it was an overall amazing experience.

I actually started laughing at some point, because all those things I've wanted, but for some reason had been afraid of getting, made it so much easier that it felt absurd and delightful and I enjoyed bathing for once!!

Once the shower was over, I grabbed the towel and sat on the shower chair to dry, something new for me. And, once I got out, I immediately got changed into fresh clothes instead of spending hours laying in bed recuperating.

I went and made myself dinner just now!!! Granted, it was just microwave baked beans, but I can never cook after bathing!!!

Anyway I'm sitting here drying and cozy in my usual Warm Things and feeling very, very happy about my purchases.

The moral of this story is that if you have the ability to get something that you suspect will make your life easier, get it.

It doesn't matter whether you're sick or not, it doesn't matter if you're diagnosed, it doesn't matter if you can technically get by without it. It doesn't matter if the thing is for "old people" and you're young, it doesn't matter if it's for disabled people and you're not sure if you "count" because you "only have" [the mental or physical issue that's affecting you].

Get the fucking thing. If it will make your life better, you should get it. It won't be a waste of money if it makes you less miserable, whatever it is.

Do not deny yourself the tools you need to live comfortably and happily.

You have my permission and my endorsement, if that means anything to you.

Xxx. Pansy

P.s. stay tuned because I'll be getting a powered wheelchair or scooter in the coming months. The moment I figure out how to do it, I will. I should have gotten one when I was first diagnosed but I didn't. I will not be repeating my past mistakes and denying myself the tools I need to live comfortably and happily.

[sonic-takeover]

(Urgh the setup, now that Sonic's actually getting pushed around in the pool I'm more worried about the hooligans showing up in the middle of their fun time. 😭 The suspense is good but now I can't wait to see what happens. You'll have me checking every chance I get tomorrow if we're done playing for the night Mod, good stuff! Poor Sonic if they attack him while he's that vulnerable though, especially if they cause him to get pushed towards the deeper end of the pool. 😭)

Tails... Charmy... Go inside.

But-

Now, fox. Do as your brother says.

*Tails relunctantly nods and picks up Charmy, flying him inside since his wings are still wet* Okay.. Be careful! *They disappear inside the bigass house*

*Shadow helps Sonic out of the pool and climbs out of the water to stand next to him. Wave climbs out beside them, glaring at the trespassers. She's seen them before. Rouge and Silver get out of the pool on the opposite side, unsure if they're needed to handle the threat. Espio moves forward to stand in front of everyone else, squaring his shoulders as he stares down the enemy*

*At the edge of the backyard, three mobians stand shoulder to shoulder. On the left, Bean the Dynamite. The green bird is doing a goofy scowl with one eyebrow raised, tossing a fist-sized bomb up and down in one hand. On the right, Bark the Polar Bear. Towering above the other two, the silent fighter is rolling his shoulders and punching his fist into his gloved hand, his eyes narrow. In the center stands their leader, Fang the Sniper. He stands wide-legged with one hand hovering above the handle of his popgun, ready to draw. His lip curls in a snarl as he takes in the group before him. It's not a fair fight, but it sure is a showdown*

Well well well... What a mighty strange group of fellers we got here.

Yeah! Who's the Mister Grumpyface Broodington Edgelord of the Hot Topic?? Nice highlights, Dracula!!

What did you just call me, punk?? *Shadow growls and steps forward, fists clenched*

Shadow. *Sonic puts a hand on Shadow's check to stop him* Ignore him.

Hey!! Don't ignore me, that's rude!

*Bean gets ignored. Espio steps forward, his hands forming mudras as he calms his mind in preparation for a fight* We meet again, Hooligans.

Aaah yes. Team Chaotic. At long last we get a rematch.

Chaotix. What have we to fight over? You have no reason to be here. Our fight ended ages ago.

Yeah right! I know what you and yer fellas did to our tracker, ya yellowbellied bastard. Screwed it up is what you did! Now we've had to track emeralds down the hard way!

*Espio crosses his arms. He doesn't betray it very much, but there's a twinkle in his eye showing he's pleased with himself* Oh really. How unfortunate.

That bein' said, lizard, we're in the know 'bout yer emerald. Hand it over. Or things. Get. Ugly.

What emerald? *Espio stays cool and collected. Sonic and Shadow exchange a glance. Fang notices*

One of y'all has it and I know!! But I won't take an unfair fight. You, the emo, and the Blue Blur. You got to the count of three before the fightin' begins! Ready??

The what??

There's no emerald. This is pointless.

'Nuff talk! One! *He takes one step forward. His buddies follow*

You're making a fool of yourself, Nack.

Two!! *One more collective step*

*Espio sighs and calls over his shoulder* Prepare yourselves. They're being idiots.

THREE!! DRAW!! *He takes out his popgun and shoots a cork at Espio. He dodges it easily, letting it fly into the pool behind him and the others*

*Espio chuckles coldly as the rest of the group retreats to the side of the house, shrugging apologetically at the three left fighting. Shadow glares at Rouge. She blows him a kiss for good luck. He glares harder. He's brought back to the fight as Bark punches him in the cheek, sending him flying into the pool as his defenses were down. The fight has begun*