#fancy dinnerware

[rosaryof-sorrows]

bilbo is such a gay uncle my god

[wordsforrain]

I feel a little morbid about this, but I’ve been helping my aunt pack up for a house move and I really am glad to help bc I find it very satisfying to organize and box up, BUT an unexpected side benefit is getting an early look at what she owns and what I might inherit 👀.

[annt-i]

thanks guys, it's an honor

The other day, I was having a moment where I was thinking about how mad I was at John Rider. Then, that night, I had a dream where we were having dinner together, and he comforted me about some things in my life that were stressing me out. I thought, "Actually, John's pretty nice." I didn't know he could be so offended by my dislike that he had to come into my dreams like that and show me he was an alright guy.

[lakeaether]

bella notte | l.sm

PAIRING: lee seokmin x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive, established relationship SUMMARY: in which you and seokmin have a spaghetti night and recreate an iconic movie scene WARNINGS: food, kissing, terms of endearment, seokmin lifts and carries the reader, allusions to sex at the end but no actual smut (lmk if i missed anything) WORD COUNT: 1.4k NOTE: i cooked with this one (pun intended)

Hand hovering over a steaming pot, you drop a handful of pasta into the boiling water and gently stir with a wooden spoon, the savory aroma of herbs, spices, and simmering sauce filling the air. Steam rises in delicate spirals, curling around your face as you smile to yourself, satisfied with your progress.

“Sweetheart, is the food almost ready?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

“Just a couple more minutes, sunshine,” you reply, flashing a brief smile before turning your attention back to the noodles. You lift the spoon, tapping it on the rim of the pot before setting it down on the counter, to grab a clean one. Dipping it into the rich, simmering sauce, you scoop up a small sample. “Here, tell me how this tastes,” you say, holding the spoon out to him, your hand cupped beneath to catch any drips.

Seokmin steps closer, leaning down to take a taste. The moment the sauce hits his tongue, an abundance of flavors erupts in his mouth. “Wow, that’s incredible!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up and a grin spreading across his face.

“Perfect,” you say, your chest swelling with pride. “Can you set the table, please? I’ll bring everything out in a bit.”

“On it,” he replies with a cheerful hum, heading to the upper cabinet, carefully taking out the fancy dinnerware reserved for special occasions, and making his way to the dinner table. With care, he gently places down two wine glasses and one plate. Wanting to enhance the intimate atmosphere even more, he lights a couple of candles that fill the room with a soft floral scent. 

Looking at the perfectly arranged table, the memory of what inspired tonight’s dinner surfaces in his mind. During one of your cozy movie nights, two of you watched Lady and the Tramp. The iconic scene, in which the two dogs shared a plate of spaghetti on a starry night, had Seokmin immediately jump up from your cuddled position. 

“Baby, that’s the cutest thing ever!” he exclaimed, pointing to the screen and bouncing. “Can we try that too? Pretty please?” He asked, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes—as if you could deny him anything when he did that. 

Seokmin’s pulled from the memory by your approaching footsteps. Turning around, he sees you carrying a steaming plate of spaghetti and meatballs, the centerpiece of tonight’s evening. He steps aside to let you place the dish on the table, your smile proud.

As you reach behind you to untie your apron, Seokmin’s voice stops you. “Wait,” he says softly, stepping closer. “Can I?”

Caught off guard, you look at him with wide eyes. “Sure,” you nod with a grin and raise your hands to your sides.

His fingers brush against your waist, the soft touch sending a small shiver up your spine. Looking up at him, you notice the affection in his eyes as he unties the bow on your apron, letting the sides hang. His movements are slow and gentle as he pulls the neck strap over your head. You feel his lips press a quick kiss to your forehead before he drapes the apron over one of the unoccupied dinner chairs.

With a flourish, he pulls out a chair for you. “Your seat, my love,” he says with a playful bow. Smiling shyly, you sit, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ as he takes his seat beside you.

“This is going to be amazing!” he says, rubbing his hands together. He picks up his fork and twirls some noodles onto it. “Say ah,” he calls out, holding the fork out for you. 

Laughing, you lean forward and take a bite. “My turn,” you declare, grabbing your fork and mirroring his actions. He opens his mouth dramatically and takes a bite, making you both dissolve into laughter.

After a few more playful exchanges, Seokmin sets his fork down and rests his chin in his hand, his expression turning thoughtful. “Can we try it now?” he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of nervous excitement as he looks up at you.

“Try what?” you ask, tilting your head.

“The noodle kiss,” he replies, his cheeks glowing faintly.

Your face warms, but you nod. “Sure, let’s try it.”

Seokmin’s face lights up as he picks up a single noodle strand with his fingers. You do the same, gripping the other end with trembling fingers. Slowly, you both begin eating the noodle, moving closer and closer with every bite. Your breaths mingle, and before you know it, your lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. The contact is brief but electrifying, leaving both of your hearts racing. 

Pulling back first, you avert your gaze, biting your lip to hold back a nervous laugh. Seokmin watches you with fondness, his smile as warm as the candles on the table.

A nudge against your shoulder catches your attention. You turn and watch as Seokmin leans his head down to your shared plate and softly nudges one of the meatballs with his nose, rolling it toward you. As his head rose, you immediately burst into laughter at the sight of the bright red marinara staining the tip of his nose. “Hold still,” you say between giggles, grabbing a napkin and gently dabbing the sauce off. His eyes cross as he tries to follow your movements, his cheeks reddening.

The rest of the dinner passes in easy conversation and shared laughter. Once the plates were cleared, Seokmin stood up, grabbed the plate and glasses, and brought them over to the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes. Since you cooked tonight, he thought it was only fair that he washed up tonight.

As he’s on his last plate, Seokmin feels your arms slowly wrap around his waist from behind.

"Is it okay if I hold you for a sec?" you murmur, your voice soft against his shoulder.

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder and meeting your gaze with a longing look in his eyes and a soft smile. “More than okay,” he replies, his voice warm with affection and leaning slightly into your embrace.

You hum contentedly, pressing your cheek against his back and letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull you. As the last plate joins the others on the drying rack, Seokmin, refusing to move your bodies more than one inch from each other, turns carefully within your arms, his hands finding your hips.

With a mischievous grin, he moves you toward the counter and effortlessly lifts your body onto the marble, drawing a surprised gasp from you. Sometimes you forget that outside this absolute sweetheart of a man is one of pure muscle and strength who could move you around with ease. You try not to indulge too much in that thought.

Instead, you part your legs to make room for him. Seokmin grins, stepping closer and wrapping his arms snugly around your waist, yours looping around his neck.

"Thanks for indulging me tonight, honey," he whispers delicately, his forehead resting against yours.

"Of course, sunshine," you reply, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "It was my pleasure."

Seokmin’s smile widens, his eyes turning into moon crescents as he takes in the earnestness of your words.

His eyes glimmer as he leans in, brushing his nose against yours in a flutter. The soft gesture causes you both to break out into a fit of giggles.

As the laughter fades, he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know,” he begins, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, “I think I owe you a proper thank you for tonight.”

Your breath hitches, and you glance up at him through your lashes. “Oh?” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper and cheeks heating up.

He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Can I show you how much I appreciate you?” he asks, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your lips part slightly, but no words come out. Instead, your gaze drops, cheeks flushed as your fingers toy with the neckline of his shirt. Finally, you give him a shy nod. In one fluid motion, Seokmin slides his arms under you and lifts you effortlessly, wrapping your thighs around his waist. “Hold on tight,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving yours as you look up at him.

As he carries you toward your shared bedroom, his lips brush against your neck, leaving a series of soft, lingering kisses that send shivers throughout your body. The anticipation hangs thick in the air as the door clicks shut behind you, sealing the promise of an unforgettable night.

[coqxettee]

How to romanticise Spring:

Some ideas and things you can do to romanticise the Spring season 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️.

Spring Wardrobe - Spring is the perfect time to start integrating new pieces into your wardrobe. Long flowing dresses, maxi skirts, pretty blouses, milkmaid dresses/shirts, rompers, dungarees, mini skirts, cami’s and so much more. Make sure to add a pair of new Spring pumps (Mary janes are perfect) and some pretty floral hair bandanna’s and flower crowns in there too. Pastel pinks, yellows, blues, greens and white fit perfect for this time of year, along with patterns and materials like floral print and lace 🩰

Change your eating habits. Put away the comfort food from winter and indulge in the delicious delicacy’s of Spring. Fresh fruit and vegetables can make endless recipes for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner, sweet things like Oatmeal, Honey, gelato and any particularly sweet fruits are perfect for this time of year 🍒🥗🍵

Consume Spring media 💐 The media you consume affects your mood, consuming uplifting Spring content will not only make you feel happier in yourself, but will also make you look forward to and romanticise the season more. I have a list of Movies, TV shows & books you can consume in Spring that I will be uploading shortly ☀️

Read Spring books. There are SO many out there, classics are perfect for this time of year but any whimsical, forest-core, fantasy story’s like “The Hobbit” or “The legend of King Arthur” are perfect too 📖

Listen to classical music, movie soundtracks and pretty instrumentals whenever you are doing any of the following activities (I find it helps romanticising a lot! 🎶🌷)

Have a picnic outside - Bring a wicker picnic basket, beautiful picnic blanket, fancy plates and cutlery and have a picnic fit for a countryside princess outside, either at the park or in a field. Wear a big sun hat to keep shaded from the sun and be sure to bring the essentials (Princess picnic food can include miniature sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes & cupcakes, fruits like strawberries, cherries and apples, any snacks you can think of, lemonade and sweet iced tea) 🌷

Host a Tea Party (either indoors or outside) Set a table with all your finest dinnerware pieces, wear a floaty dress and white gloves, and use your most precious Teapot to pour fruity and sweet flavoured teas into any delicate teacups you can find. You can even make this Bridgerton inspired and have a high-tea esque party. With cookies and strawberry shortcake, cupcakes and miniature sandwiches. Make sure to set the table with a pretty tablecloth, fresh flowers and napkins/fine cutlery for yourself or your guests. Play some classical music and enjoy 🫖

Go berry/fruit picking. This time of year is perfect for Strawberry, Cherry’s & fruit picking in general. Wear a big straw hat, a long dress and don’t forget to bring your basket with you to collect the fruit in 🍓

Visit a flower field 🌸 💐 this time of year, flowers are in full bloom. Wear the most beautiful dress and a flower crown, so you are ready to twirl in the flower fields to your hearts content 🌷

Bake new Spring recipes. There are SO many Spring/Easter baking ideas on Pinterest. Have a look at any and compile a list of Bakes you want to try this Spring season 🍰

Cook new Spring recipes, you can even incorporate any new foods you have tried into the recipes and be sure to write them down in your recipe book 🥧

Make flower crowns! You can use fresh flowers or fake flowers, some wire or plain headbands. Get creative with them, use flowers, gems, lace, ribbon (this is a lovely activity to do with friends outside) 🌸

Press flowers (Such a Spring fairy activity!) any wild flowers you find (preferably dying or damaged) take them home and press them in a heavy book

Go on Forest Fairy walks. Explore your local forests, parks, meadows in the most vibrant green and pink dresses, wear flower crowns and just be one with nature, listen to fairytale music and take in the wildlife and nature around you 🧚‍♀️

Decorate your bedroom/space for Spring. This can be as simple as changing the bedding or by going all out and re-decorating your room completely. Fresh flowers, fake plants, cottage-core illustrations of animals look lovely too 🌷

Celebrate Easter like a Spring princess (really get into it this year) enjoy a beautiful Spring breakfast, paint eggs, eat chocolate, do some Easter bakes in the kitchen, make Easter Sunday a special day for you 🐣

Journal/Sketch/Paint - Painting outside is one of my favourite things to do, and you could even set up your easel/painting supplies in a garden or local field and paint the scenery 💐 Journalling all about your pretty Spring days can be uplifting and I find that sketching illustrations of Flowers, woodland animals and just Nature in general makes me feel so at ease any time I do so 🦢

Visit historical places like castles, botanical gardens and garden centres. These places are always abloom in Spring. Most of these places offer café’s and afternoon tea’s too! 🌸

Visit a cute Café for afternoon tea 🫖 (Make sure to wear a pretty outfit!)

Go frolicking in meadows. Roll down hills and twirl in flower fields 🌼

Feed birds and take time out to Spend time with nature and wildlife 🐰

I hope this helped and gave you some ideas, made you feel happy or comforted whilst reading and most importantly, inspired you to live life to the fullest and most beautiful it can be this Springtime 💐📖🎀 All my love ~ Kellen

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

A race for love p.32

Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy this part. If you've missed part 31 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist :)

Formula 1 is all about speed, but in this story, the real race isn't just on the track. Read on to find out who will win the ultimate race for your heart

The ride through the streets of Monaco felt like a dream. The city lights blurred past as you held onto Franco, the hum of the engine beneath you and the warm night air against your skin. The scent of the sea mixed with the faint aroma of Franco's cologne, making everything feel even more surreal. Every turn, every stretch of road, he took effortlessly, his body moving in sync with the bike. You leaned into him slightly, feeling the security of his presence.

After a while, Franco slowed down, pulling into a small street lined with little shops and restaurants. He parked the bike and turned to you, flipping up his visor with a smirk. "Wait here, preciosa. I'll be right back."

You watched as he disappeared into one of the restaurants, the warm lights from inside casting a glow on his figure before the door shut behind him. A few minutes later, he emerged with a bag in his hand, the delicious smell of fresh food instantly hitting your senses.

"You're really keeping me on my toes tonight," you teased as he handed you a helmet again.

Franco grinned. "That's the plan."

Once again, you hopped onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he started the engine. The streets were quieter now, the sound of the waves crashing in the distance filling the air as you rode toward your next destination.

When Franco finally stopped the bike, you looked around and saw that you were by the port. The docks stretched out in front of you, luxury yachts and smaller boats swaying gently in the water. The moon reflected beautifully on the surface, making everything look magical.

"This is our next stop?" you asked curiously, swinging your leg off the bike.

Franco smiled as he took your hand. "Sí. Come on, I still have more surprises for you."

He led you toward one of the smaller boats, and before you could process what was happening, he gently placed his hands over your eyes. "No peeking," he murmured, guiding you forward carefully.

You laughed but let him lead you, your heart racing with excitement. After a few steps, he stopped. "Okay... open them."

You blinked as your eyes adjusted, and your breath caught in your throat.

The little boat in front of you was decorated with fairy lights, casting a warm glow on the deck. There were candles placed around carefully, their flames flickering in the light breeze. At the center, a small table was set up, complete with dinnerware, wine glasses, and a bouquet of flowers.

"Franco..." you turned to him, eyes wide with awe.

He watched you, a pleased expression on his face. "I know we could've gone to some fancy restaurant, but I wanted to do something more special. Just us, no one else."

You felt warmth spread through your chest. "I love it. This is perfect. Thank you."

Franco smirked before leaning in to whisper, "Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado, tenía que hacer algo a tu altura." 

(You are the best thing that has happened to me, I had to do something worthy of you.)

Your heart melted at his words as he reached for your hand, helping you onto the boat. The gentle sway of the water made everything feel even more intimate. You settled into the cosy space he had created, still in awe of how thoughtful he was.

Looking at him, you reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you."

A soft smile spread across his face as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Te amo, mi amor."

(I love you, my love)

You sighed happily, knowing that this was going to be a night to remember.

"I still can't believe you did all this," you said, taking a sip of wine as you gazed at him.

Franco smirked, leaning back in his chair with that knowing look. "You should expect nothing less, mi amor. You deserve the best."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart fluttered at his words. As you both ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly—teasing, reminiscing about the past months apart, and slipping in quiet, knowing glances that held promises for later.

At some point, Franco reached over, running his fingers along your wrist before intertwining them with yours. "You really have no idea how much I missed you, do you?"

A soft heat crept up your neck. "I think I have a clue."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to that husky tone he always used when he was up to something. "Oh, yeah? Because I don't think you do."

You bit your lip, meeting his gaze. "Then maybe you should show me."

Franco didn't need to be told twice. In one smooth motion, he stood, tugging you up with him, pulling you flush against his chest. The warm Monaco air did nothing to cool the sudden fire igniting between you.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured against your lips, his hands resting on your hips, fingers pressing just enough to make you shiver.

"I think it's mutual," you whispered, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt before sliding down his chest.

His lips brushed against yours, barely there, teasing. "You sure you can handle that?"

You responded by pulling him down fully into a kiss—slow at first, deepening with every second. His hands roamed, slipping under the fabric of your top, fingertips tracing along your spine, making you press even closer. The boat rocked gently beneath you, the waves lapping against the dock in rhythm with the pulse thrumming between you both.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was uneven, his eyes dark. "Dinner was great, but this? This is better."

You laughed softly, your forehead resting against his. "I knew you had ulterior motives."

His lips ghosted over your jaw, trailing down your neck, leaving a path of heat. "You love it."

You did. You really did.

The rest of the night stretched ahead, full of possibilities, and you had no doubt Franco intended to make the most of every second.

[dujour13]

A little romance to kick off February ❤️

(instead of not-a-date it’s wait-is-this-a-date)

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“May I take your cloak, sir?”

Woljif dodged the man reaching for his shoulders until he noticed from the corner of his eye that Siavash didn’t seem bothered.

“It’s new, don’t mess it up.” Following the chief’s lead he allowed himself to be decloaked, clamping his arms protectively over his pockets while the waiter whisked off his cloak and hung it to steam dry next to Siavash’s by the fireplace.

Nervously Woljif took in the room, his instinct taking mental note of valuables and escape routes: wood-paneled walls, blazing hearth, the kind of fancy paintings that only looked like something if you squinted, a dozen candlelit tables in crisp white linen, gleaming crystal wineglasses and silverware he reckoned he could easily get seven and a half per set for. Beyond the kitchen, the back doors were flung wide to let out fragrant steam, and a whole contingent of cooks and wait staff stood there smiling like rubes and bobbing their heads to the Knight-Commander.

As they were escorted to a table in the front nook, he caught Siavash’s flushed, bright-eyed gaze and began to feel something was expected of him.

“Swanky place, chief. I thought we were headed to the Half Measure.” He yanked his chair out of the waiter’s hands and scooted it in himself.

“This place just opened. They have Andoren specialties.”

Seemed harmless enough, but Siavash still looked like he was waiting for something.

“Uh. Andoren, huh? Like what?”

As Siavash explained, using a lot of words like “braised” and “flambé,” Woljif fidgeted. All this talk was making him hungrier.

“Woljif, you’ll be needing that dessert spoon.”

He took it out of his pocket and put it back on the table.

Through the windows angled around their table, they could see figures hurrying past on the darkened street, cloaks pulled tight against slanting wind and rain. Within, candles shed a cheerful pool of bronze light that glinted from polished dinnerware. It didn’t fail to cross Woljif’s mind that he had always been on the other side of that glass, dreaming of what it would be like to be sitting here. His stomach responded audibly to the memory.

“I guess you’re hungry.”

“We missed the mess bell by an hour, chief. I’m ready to eat my boots. Flambé.”

For some reason Siavash seemed to find this really funny. At last he brushed a tear from the corner of his eye and leaned back comfortably in his chair, which brought his legs forward so that one ankle rested against Woljif’s, and gave him that expectant look again.

Woljif glanced about, searching for clues. The waiter served Siavash wine and Woljif a glass of flavored water with a slice of some kind of fruit wedged on the lip. Other patrons seemed to be avoiding looking their way too often, respectful of the Knight-Commander’s privacy. A halfling couple at a low table across from them were engrossed in conversation and he watched as one of them took the other’s hand across the table, their fingers twining together.

Oh.

“So um. What’s the occasion?” Woljif asked as lightly as he could with volcanic heat surging to his face.

Siavash beamed. “No occasion. I just thought I’d take you out.”

“Like on a—on a date?”

In response Siavash reached across the table with his palm open, and when Woljif placed his nervous and slightly chilly hand in his, grasped it gently. “Yeah. A date. You all right?”

Only then did Woljif become aware that the whooshing sounds behind him were not the wind or someone sweeping, but his own tail stripping the restaurant’s decorative fern of its leaves. He wound it around his chair.

“Sure. I just didn’t expect…”

“I should have warned you. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“It is!” Woljif almost shouted. “I mean, yeah. Just not used to bein’ what’s it called.”

“Courted.”

“Right. That’s not to say I never had a date before. I’ve had a few, you know. Pretty busy guy, not much time for that stuff.”

“Thanks for taking the time for me,” said Siavash in a low voice, and Woljif felt suddenly like he’d evaporated, like his body had no mass and he might float to the ceiling. Under the table he felt their ankles slide together and had the urge to grip his chair with his free hand to stay grounded.

This was what the Count meant and what those novels were on about, but it turned out the reality was so much nicer. All the times he’d pressed his nose to the windowpane and gazed longingly at the warmth and food beyond his reach he’d never imagined himself having them in such good company.

“I guess I can spare an hour or two for the Knight-Commander,” he joked, his voice a little thick.

The candlelight made Siavash even more handsome, glowing in his burnished gold hair and dancing in his laughing hazel eyes. Slightly dizzy, Woljif sniffed his drink suspiciously.

“It’s not alcoholic,” Siavash reassured him.

When the amuse-bouche arrived, a tiny bowl of fish soup hardly bigger than a walnut complete with tiny croutons and a doll-sized spoon, Woljif again had to take a cue from Siavash not to call the waiter back and give her a piece of his mind. It turned out pretty good, and there was a lot more on the way: sautéed mushrooms in little copper pots, beef simmered slowly in red wine until it melted in your mouth, roasted potatoes in rosemary and sea salt, vegetables with fancy names glazed with butter and honey, fresh flaky bread still warm from the oven.

Woljif had always reckoned that food was food. He had his favorites like cherry rolls and spicy pastries, but when the Count got to waxing poetic about fine cuisine he was skeptical.

This though—

“Aright, I gotta give it to ‘em,” he said through a mouthful, hunched over his plate with both elbows on the table, mopping up wine sauce with a crust of bread, “this ain’t half bad.”

Siavash seemed to be enjoying every bite Woljif took just as much as he did. He paused in his story just to grin.

Woljif ordered more bread by waving the basket at the waiter. “Wait, so you took a Korvosan Arbiter to a brothel?”

“No, not really,” Siavash laughed. “I just knew the suggestion would get him out of there. One more word and he was going to start a war. Fortunately he was too drunk to walk down to the port so we steered him to his chambers instead and left him with his head in a bucket.”

“He’s lucky he didn’t wake up naked in a ditch in Nidal.”

“Oh, I think the Duchess had much worse than that planned for him by the time we got him out of the banquet. Imagine being devoured slowly by a teacup dinosaur.”

When at last the bill came Woljif had completely forgotten about his nerves and was leaning back complacently in his chair with both hands folded over his replete stomach. The warmth where his shin rested against Siavash’s seemed to have radiated to the rest of his body.

“This was nice, chief. Thanks.”

“It was. I hope it compares well with all those other dates you’ve been on.”

Woljif made a face. “Sure does.”

“So what would be your dream date? For future reference.”

“This but not in the fucking Worldwound.”

They had another good laugh but one look at the bill had Woljif back on his guard in an instant. He glanced meaningfully towards the door.

“Something tells me we wouldn’t get away with it. You’re almost as famous as I am around here these days.”

“Yeah, has its disadvantages,” Woljif sighed. With tremendous reluctance he fished in his pocket but Siavash insisted on taking care of it and couldn’t even be talked into writing it off as a Crusade expense.

Back out on the street they walked close to keep out the chill. As soon as they rounded a bend into an unlit street Woljif seized Siavash’s hand, a little roughly as if swiping something from a store shelf, but with sincerity.

“What about your dream date, chief?”

“This was it,” smiled Siavash, breathing in the night air. “Danger on all sides, the bold heroes finding comfort in camaraderie and a rare moment of respite. Good food. And you.”

“Hells, you are such a sweet talker.”

[respectthepetty]

Addicted Heroin (Th) Cut Scenes and Colors - Episode 6

I'm reporting on the missing scenes from YouTube's version of Addicted Heroin [episode: one, two, three, four, five], and luckily episode six didn't have too many cut scenes, so I have more room for images of all the color-coded items because, apparently, after the events of the previous episode, Green Guy Pop has moved into Blue Boy Hero's fancy apartment, and EVERYTHING is color-coded!

The pillows are color-coded!

The dinnerware is color-coded!

The gifts are color-coded with more to come!

But even though the boys are exchanging colors, there's trouble already brewing in their color-coded paradise.

First cut scene:

When Pop takes the phone away from Hero and speaks to Lin, the scene goes on longer as Pop tells his ex that Hero was just joking about being his boyfriend but either way, they are still broken up. Hero is too busy freaking out to be rational, and the longer Pop is on the phone, the more Hero freaks out.

When Pop finally hangs up the phone by telling his ex that they shouldn't speak again because he likes someone else now, Hero shoves the watch he found at Pop and states that Pop couldn't bare to be separated from his ex for another second and storms out.

Second cut scene:

Hero, not as a means of apologizing but as a way to win Pop over, decides to buy Pop twenty-million color-coded personalized items with their names on them because he thinks Pop will replace all the items he kept in the box from his ex with all the new items Hero has given him.

Pop is mildly horrified.

Beyond the color-coded bags, boxes, towels, fans, cotton swabs, nail clippers, toothbrushes, and mugs, Hero also gets color-coded watches to replace the watch Pop's ex got him.

And matching rings with their names on it in which Hero explains again that he is heroin and poppy is opium, so they are each other's drug of choice.

Basically, it is my color-coded heaven, and Pop's worst nightmare, but all ends well.

Third cut scene:

Before the ex shows up in the classroom, Pink Person Only asks Yellow Yal Tiger AGAIN to go to lunch with him. Tiger responds that Only doesn't have enough time to eat since he is spending all his time dodging these girls and their punches since Tiger sent those pink letters to all of them, which makes perfect sense in a color-coded world.

Only gets upset that the girls are believing Tiger's dumb trick, so Tiger snatches Only's pink sunglasses off and laughs at Only's black eyes.

Even with the unintentional crotch grab, they are my OTP.

Special scene:

The first part of the product placement was in the episode five's cut scenes where Hero prompts Pop to think about his Kidnap Kiss™ so although this is not a cut scene in this episode, part of it was seen before.

But that's it for cut scenes! It's a miracle! However some random thoughts about colors since this episode was such a color-coded delight:

Palin seems to be another Pink Person.

But I think she has some inner mean girl since she showed up in all black around Hero and had a lot (of mean things) to say.

Also, Pop did not wear green the entire episode. He wore creamish yellow shirts all episode except for the one time he wore Hero's blue, so for him to be lit by a soft green lighting while hiding out at the very end might be telling us how he is losing himself when he is around Hero.

So even though he opened the blue doors at the very end to a very wet Hero,

It was nice to see that the green lighting stuck behind him.

Hopefully, he regains his footing and color, but since this show is called Addicted HEROin, it doesn't seem likely to happen anytime soon.

[lightwing-s]

the idea of food vlogger is because i want to dote jason with delicious food... and i feel like he and both reader would enjoyed being cared for, also, it would warm the batfam knowing theres someone to care for jason when he still hesitate to totally allow himself to be part of the family and let them care for him🥹🥹

for reader's part, there is someone who will appreciate them instead of taking them for goods. my idea for readers backstory is that she dont feel fitted in her high class family, like she has a sister and a younger brother who succeeds in many while she just... you know. cooking and baking and alcohol at first serve as a distraction, then it becomes other taking her love language for granted, then it became a fight, a big break away from home for college as well, a content maker for while of escapism, a job, somewhere in between...

i think how reader meets jason is when she notices her new neighbor seldom out always hiding (past!arkham knight -> red hood) and never seems to eat. and she always make lot of food as she tends to let herself follow the flows even though she cant possibly eat up. so. she left it on jasons doorstep and a note by saying a brief hello. jason at first of course was skeptical but still eat it since hes highly tolerant to drugs and who would honestly left food that is wrapped nicely in a lunchbox at someone's doorstep lol. aftet times, he would find out reader bank account and bank in a few hundred dollars and wouldn't take no for answer. (he did not include fancy dinnerware or cutlery set as well) reader... well, didn't expect it but she did need money and it also mean she can use the set to make more food for her strangely nice, grumpy neighbor.

jason and reader after sometimes both want to know more on each other. but didn't do so as afraid to freak each other. it just happen in a point when jason about to head out (buying gifts for reader) and he saw reader putting a batch of freshy baked cookies and milk on his doorstep. and... his first word is... "really? cookies and milk? what are you, a santa?" reader blink eyes, "um. no. just in mood for it... do you still want it?" jason faceplams, "about that, come in first..."

and that's how they meet! this is what i had in mind though, i would die to know how you think they would meet!! (write this i beg you honor🫂🫂!!) (seriously gonna stop myself being so talkative on askbox lol😹)

You had just moved from your hometown, family and life in general just not feeling right to stick around any longer. A new city, a new place, a new job, a fresh start. That was all you needed and things had been going… fine. Just a tidy bit lonely. 

You’d often find yourself sitting by your window and watching people roam around in your street and at the small park just in front of your building. That’s when you first noticed your quiet and quite strange neighbor, making their way in very early in the morning and looking like someone who had just put on an all nighter. And then, you started a ritual of watching him arrive every morning before going to work, and leave just as you’d return.

Mrs. Dawson from downstairs would tell you how she’d never see him bring anyone or anything around, even food. So, you decided to be a kind neighbor and just, you know, feed him. He lived on your floor, and you could just wait to hand it to him once he came home. But weirdly, that day he didn’t show up at his usual time and just decided that the next best option was to leave it at his door. So, you looked at the metal lunch box sitting on his door mat and just felt… odd.

So, you hurried up inside your apartment and got a pen and a post-it block with the intention of writing him a note. You just didn’t count on not knowing what to write at all, ending up with a ‘hi’ and an awkwardly drawn smiley face.

You did it for a few days, unsure if he was even the one taking the lunch boxes away, but finding them emptied out by your door every night. One day, he sneaked in a one hundred dollar bill that you kindly slipped under his door. But then, you’d wake up to the same bill thrown under your door, and the same thing would happen every time you tried to sneak it under his. You didn’t need his money. You weren’t doing it for that anyway.

You just liked it, and even prepared a full meal plan for him with every tiny bit of information you managed to get from his life, which really wasn’t much. You used it as content for your channel, and people would wonder who the hell you made that food for, as you couldn’t just eat it all by yourself. They swore you must have had a boyfriend.

It was sunday, and it was raining heavily and you were out of ideas of what to make that day (and out of food in your pantry as you didn’t have the time to go to the supermarket recently), so you decided to bake your comfort food: cookies. After a few batches were done, you put them in a box with a ribbon on top, and even got some warm milk in a glass bottle to go along, and headed to his front door. 

You were just putting it there, making sure to position it nicely, when a grave voice nearly made your heart jump out his chest.

“Really? Cookies and milk? It’s not even Christmas yet.” You turned to find your neighbor, the one you’d been feeding for the past month and who you hadn’t noticed looked this hot, standing right in front of you, jacket hood over his head, and said jacket dripping water on the wooden floor. You didn’t know how to or what to reply, and just stood there for a while until you noticed his eyebrow go up.

“Uhm… no? I was just in the mood for it, and it was kind of the only ingredients I had at home… Do you still want it?” you asked, unsure of what to expect next.

Jason, on the other hand, mentally slapped himself for sounding so rude to you, especially after your cooking had been the only decent source of food he’d been getting in a while. Instant ramen and fast food orders were just not it. “No! Of course I want them.” he hurried to get the cookie box, immediately opening it and stuffing a cookie in his mouth. It was delicious as usual, and he even rolled his eyes as the taste filled his tongue. “Sorry for my lack of manners,” he said, mouth still stuffed. “Your food has been the highlight of my days these past few weeks.” 

Upon his words, you felt the heat burning up your cheeks and instinctively looked at your feet. “I wished I could’ve made a real meal, I was just out of ingredients and…”

“It’s perfect!” he interrupted you, thinking that whatever you were going to say would be plain stupid. Anything you made him was enough, and he was so thankful for your meals he couldn’t even put them into words. “But if you want to make something else, for the both of us, I have a few things inside I think you could work up a meal.” he said with uncertainty, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Recounting everything you still had at home, you gave him a shy smile, still not certain where to look, but managing to get a glimpse of his own shy smile and puppy eyes. “I’m sure I could figure something out.” You said, and entered his apartment as he held the door open for you. The two of you cooking together your first meal of many more to come.

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a/n: don't you ever stop being talkative in my inbox, missy! I loved this. I love just creating backstories for my characters and usually not writing the story lmao, so i feel you (i’ve been obsessing with ghost riley from cod and i just had to make my own oc recently lol). and now i'm heading to bed because it's 2 am and i have to wake up at 6am. but writing again made me feel so great tonight, thank you to you all and hopefully i'll see you soon.

[bleedingcoffee42]

From "We who are alive and Remain" - Frank Soboleski.

They're just eating their chicken and noodles with it?! Like not even a "Honey, we have guests get out the fancy shit" just some casual dinnerware? Because that's how it reads to me.

"What a lovely spoon, how fun it says 'AH' on it. And what an interesting motif." as you dig into a 1950s Jello-O abomination that includes canned tuna, vegetables and green gelatin.

"Picked it up when I was in Europe."

Did people who travelled to interview Winters eat with the stuff? Have a plate of scrapple and apple butter and set your fork down and you realize the the artifacts aren't limited to the war room?

[alpineshift]

'the agony in the curse of the wares' plz! (Also, just wanted to say I am obsessed with 'please notice' from your prompt collection <3 the detail of 'NHH' wounds me.

here it is!! the agony in the curse of the wares started literally because I broke the last dish in this matching dinnerware set that I got while in school. it wasn't even anything fancy (it was actually an ikea set lol) but for some reason it devastated me so much because it was the last of its kind. all the other dishes had broken earlier on but this particular dish lasted quite a while and I wasn't careful enough with it just once. anyway. it hurt my feelings and the title popped into my head LOL.

the premise was "Nico owns a store that’s tied into his bloodline, and feels trapped. Jack has a tea set he desperately needs to complete so he can undo a curse laid upon him."

minor warning for a mention of blood!

The man comes to a halt at the counter. Up close, he’s younger than Nico expected, jaw still lined with baby-fat softness and the beginnings of a very patchy beard struggling to grow in. Their eyes meet—blue, in the most interesting shade of evening-sky and summer lake—and the man gives Nico a very blatant once-over. He still doesn’t look all that impressed. Nico tries very hard not to self-consciously tug at the hem of his plaid shirt. He clears his throat. “Welcome to Hischier’s Hearth,” he says instead. “What can I help you with?” The man makes an umm kind of noise and hefts up a large bag—those plasticky reusable ones supermarkets used to give away. It says Brenda’s Busy Bees on the side, with a huge cartoon bee holding up a jar of honey. “I’m missing a cup from this old set,” he says, setting the bag on the counter, and pulling a heavy, polished wooden box out. It’s old old, smells of varnish, and has the most delicate latch on the front. “Can you check to see if you have anything that matches the pattern? I’ll pay you literally anything for it.” “Uh,” Nico says, except the man flips the lid open and the sheer force of the curse slams into Nico so hard he nearly passes out on the spot. The room roars to life. The porcelain is screaming from their placements on the shelves. Silverware rattles like they’re in an earthquake. Dainty vanity drawers launch their boxes right out of frame. The lights flicker on and off in a frenzy, the frequency on the old radio in the back dials up into an ear-splitting shriek, and Nico slaps his palms over his nose in alarm as blood gushes out like he’d been sucker-punched. The last thing he sees before his eyes roll back and he passes out for real is the man’s petrified expression.

🥹 also - please notice!! I had such a fun time filling that prompt so I'm really glad you enjoyed it ❤️ in my mind Nico actually doesn't know what Jack's distress code is but Jack chose it because in his mind, the one person he would want to help him/he could rely on if he was in danger was Nico. And even tho he doesn't know it at the end of the story, Nico is, in fact, fighting to come to his rescue.

[kpopplayroom]

Blind Date 1

Your best friend has always had a knack for surprises, but this time, they might have gone too far. When they set you up on a blind date at an upscale café in Seoul, you expected an awkward evening with a stranger—what you didn’t expect was for your date to be him.

The moment your date walks in, the entire café holds its breath. It’s Lee Donghae, one of the biggest stars in Korea, known for his breathtaking visuals, chart-topping songs, and recent award-winning drama. And now, he’s sliding into the seat across from you, flashing an amused but curious smile.

Whether this night turns into a whirlwind romance, a hilarious misunderstanding, or an unexpected friendship is entirely up to you—but one thing’s for sure: Seoul’s nightlife just got a little more exciting.

You take a deep breath to settle your nerves and smooth out your outfit. Suddenly the atmosphere of the restaurant is all too fancy and you’re starting to feel out of place. You look across the table and sure enough, it is, Donghae; your childhood crush, the man whose voice you’d listened to on repeat during all of your recent heartbreaks.

“You must be my date,” he says, offering a small laugh. “I have to admit… I think we’re both overdressed for how underqualified we are to be here.”

You burst into laughter, instantly feeling more at ease. “I was just thinking the same thing. This place is way too fancy for me. I don’t even know which fork to use.”

Donghae leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Neither do I. Maybe if we just act confident, no one will notice.”

The two of you glance at the multiple forks, knives, and spoons laid out in front of you like some kind of dinnerware obstacle course. He reaches for a fork at random, and you do the same, trying to mimic his confidence. A passing waiter gives you both a knowing look but says nothing.

“I think we just failed the fancy restaurant test,” you whisper.

Donghae chuckles. “Yeah, but at least we’re failing together.”

He sets the fork down and leans back in his chair. “You know what? Eunhyuk told me about this pizza place a few blocks away. Nothing fancy, just good food. Want to get out of here?”

Relief washes over you, and you grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Minutes later, the two of you slip out of the restaurant and into the cool evening air, laughing as you leave behind the extravagant chandeliers and endless silverware. At the pizza shop, the atmosphere is warm and relaxed. With a slice in hand and Donghae sitting across from you, you realize that this is exactly the kind of date you were hoping for—simple, fun, and easy. As he takes a bite of his pizza, he grins at you. “This is way better, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely.” 

The conversation is easy and lighthearted, you soon forget about the many eyes taking notice of him. You couldn’t help but notice all his attention and focus is on you. 

“Y/N?” his voice brings you back to reality, “Ready to get out of here?” 

You smile, “Uh, yes.” 

The night air in Seoul is crisp, carrying the faint scent of roasted chestnuts and city lights. The two of you stand at the entrance of your apartment building, lingering like neither of you wants to say goodbye just yet.

"I had fun tonight," you admit, rocking slightly on your heels. "Even if it was…unexpected."

He chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair—now slightly tousled from the evening breeze. "Yeah? I guess blind dates aren’t always a disaster, then." His grin is playful, but there’s something softer in his gaze, something hesitant.

A comfortable silence settles, stretching between you like an unspoken question. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, with a deep breath, he steps closer.

"I—um," he starts, then laughs under his breath, shaking his head at himself. "I’m usually smoother than this, I swear."

You bite your lip, trying (and failing) not to smile. "Oh, so you planned to be awkward?"

His lips part in mock offense, but before he can retort, his eyes flicker down to your lips. His breath catches, and suddenly, the playful energy shifts into something warmer.

"I want to kiss you," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart stumbles over itself, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Then…you should probably do it before one of us overthinks it."

That’s all the encouragement he needs.

He leans in—just a little too fast—and nearly bumps noses with you. You both freeze, then burst into quiet laughter. "Okay, that didn’t go as planned," he mutters.

"Try again," you tease, and this time, he does.

Slower. Softer.

His lips brush against yours tentatively at first, like he’s savoring the moment. Then, when you tilt your head just right, it deepens—warm, sweet, and lingering. He exhales against your skin, his hand gently resting at your waist like he’s afraid to let go too soon.

When he finally pulls back, he’s grinning like an idiot. "Worth the awkward start?"

You nod, still dazed. "Definitely."

And with that, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pressing one last featherlight kiss to your forehead before whispering, "Goodnight."

As you watch him walk away, heart racing, one thing is certain—this blind date might just be the start of something unforgettable.

~ EB

[nohoney]

sweetness I hope you’ve had a wonderful week mwah mwah! I was thinking about that one drabble that you wrote of us!dabi and us!keigo continuously cheating on us!yn and I was wondering if we could please get a bit of an angst drabble (I have departed from the smut/fluff train and I am now boarding the angst one)

hi darling! i hope you’ve been well and taking care of yourself! i’ve pretty much wrapped up that little cheating drabble timeline but i definitely will not deny you us series angst (´ ω `♡)

warnings: angsty-ish, touya carries reader briefly, like a sort of make up but also not?

Right now, all three of you are in a department store looking at dinnerware.

“Does it really matter what kind I get? We just need something to eat on." Touya sighs as his eyes gloss over the different styles, sizes, and shapes of plates that are presented on a shelf. Getting something new didn't necessitate that he needed to get anything fancy or flashy. All plates are there for the same purpose; to just put food on it and then eat off of.

Keigo looks over a set of five blue plates and compares it to a set of six that are in the color black. "You know that we're replacing more than just things to eat off of. What about the bowls and the cups too?" he points out.

"God, who cares?" Touya huffs out and he gestures vaguely to the entire shelf, "Let's just buy whatever we need to replace and get going. I do not care what they look like. It's not like it will be expensive for me anyway."

You stand off to the side and keep to yourself. The boys just talk only to each other while you are simply just there with them. They are not exactly ignoring you but you're not apart of the conversation either. In fact they wouldn't be here talking of dinner plates and fruit bowls if it weren't for you.

They wouldn't be here if it weren't for the tantrum you threw yesterday.

It's embarrassing when your anger gets the best of you and you become destructive. You can't even remember what had made you upset again just like many other fights before. Just another meaningless argument with your blue eyed boyfriend where he said that you were being dramatic again. He had angrily cursed and decided to step out.

When he had returned probably no more than ten minutes later, he came back to you having emptied out the cupboard of all the dinnerware. Broken ceramic pieces were shattered on the floor. Barely anything survived your rampage.

You stood on the opposite side of the kitchen, the only clear space with no broken pieces and chips of ceramic was only where you stood. With all the little sharp bits and pieces lay before you, the only option to be able to get out would have been to crawl up onto the countertop.

Touya had pulled on his boots only to be able to step over all the broken ceramic to retrieve you, putting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to the bedroom where you were essentially put on timeout.

While you cried into a pillow, he swept up everything into a trash bag and cleaned up after the mess you made. Even in your attempt to apologize, Touya didn't want to hear you speak and he went to bed with his back to you.

So now here you are, simply watching as Keigo tries to put thought into selecting dinnerware and Touya not wanting to put in any whatsoever. Your eyes drift over to the opposite end of shelves where where there are sets of mugs as well as individual ones as well. A white mug with pink clouds painted on it catches your attention. There's other designs and sizes with flowers or cats or some cheesy quote in funky lettering that are there for sale too.

"Stoneware would be good, yeah?" Keigo's voice break away your attention and you look back to see him holding a set in his arms. "It even comes with the bowls and mugs. Isn't that great?"

Touya doesn't have a comment and you just mumble a quiet 'yeah'.

The three of you move out the aisle to head to the checkout. You remain silent waiting in the long line and looking again at the rows set up along the checkout line for any last minute purchases. Again you happen upon the same mug that you saw in the aisle and your gaze lingers on it.

Before you can even react, Touya's reaching for the exact mug you're staring at it and holds it in his hand. "Quit staring at it like that, I'm gonna buy it." he states without looking at you and just keeps his gaze forward. You try to tell him it's fine and that you didn't really want it but Keigo's foot nudges against yours.

You stay silent and guess that maybe this might be Touya's way of also trying to move on from your tantrum.

The white mug with pink clouds sits on the countertop as you unbox the dinnerware set. It's heavier than you'd expected it to be and Keigo had chosen a pleasing color palette. Four plates, four bowls, and four mugs to replace the set he had before in the cupboard. You push aside the box so that it's out of your way, unknowing that it actually pushes and tips the white mug over the edge of the countertop. From the corner of your eye, you barely catch a glance as it falls and don't react quick enough to even attempt to catch it.

It smashes into little shards and big bits.

"Baby? You okay?" Keigo looked up from the book he was reading and comes to your side. He gives you a consoling little 'oh' when he looks at the mess by your feet. "It's okay, I'll clean it up."

You're sitting on the kitchen countertop as Touya emerges from the shower with a towel around his neck. He's drying his hair and he asks if he actually heard something break or if he was just imagining it. Keigo sweeps the broken mug into a dustpan and makes sure to sweep the broom in the little corners that stray pieces may have fallen to. It's disappointing that he had gone out of his way to buy it for you only for it to break the same day.

Touya offers no words though, just waiting patiently until Keigo finishes cleaning the mess and the dustpan is emptied into the garbage.

"'M sorry Touya." you tell him as he helps you off the countertop. He only offers the small gesture of rubbing your back and doesn't say anything.

It feels a little cruel almost that the gift he had given you to try to move on ended up being broken by your own actions. So you have to figure that this is karma for what you had done. You walk out of the kitchen only to step on something sharp. "Ow!"

"Aw man, must have missed one! C'mere dove, let me see and make sure it's not too bad."

Now it felt like a punishment.

[kachikirby]

Royal Date

This is a bit of a longer one. It was a funny idea imo.

For that reason, I'll put some of the story before the cut and some of it after the cut.

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Right now Meta Knight felt like he was about to have a vein burst in his head. It started with the dinner reservations he had for his date with Fettuccine being cancelled due to unseen circumstances at Chef Kawasaki's restaurant. Then it was because of that fact that King Dedede contacted him with a proposal to have his date dinner at his own castle. After questioning why Dedede knew he had a date and not getting an answer, Fettuccine suggested that he accept the proposal and that is why he stood in the veranda of Castle Dedede with Fettuccine at his side. At the request of the king, they had both dressed somewhat formally, with Meta even wearing a masquerade-like party mask that he had in his closet due to still not being fully comfortable about walking around without one. He let out a sigh as he turned to his date.

"Fetty, why did you take him up on his offer?" The woman smiled. "I've always wanted dinner made from royalty." "He's not even a real king." "No, but his money is the real deal so the service will be just as real."

That was completely true. The self-proclaimed monarch had servants and chefs that would make even a 5-Star restaurant envious. As long as the king didn't interfere with the night.

"Good evening, sir and mam, how may I help you?"

The feeling of dread crept up on Meta as he immediately realized the voice came from Dedede, who was dressed in a fancy suit and tie with a towel on his arm.

"Dedede, what are you-?!"

"I'm your server, for the night. please allow me to show you to your table." The king continued, seemingly ignoring what the knight was saying.

"Dedede, I know you heard me! What are you doing!?" The knight repeated himself, causing the king to lean over and whisper to him.

"I'm acting as your server to make sure y'all have the best date you can!"

"It would be better if you weren't here..." The knight mumbled. Either the monarch didn't hear him or he was ignoring him, because Dedede was already beginning to guide Fettuccine to the table.

~~~

Admittedly, Meta was surprised to see the table's set up. It was in front of a giant windowed door that had a balcony overlooking a beautiful night view of Dream Land. The table itself wasn't a slouch either. It had an elegant white tablecloth with what appeared to be the finest dinnerware and even a candle and bouquet. But the most surprising part was that Dedede helped both Meta and Fettuccine sit down in their chairs. But then he cleared his throat.

"Sir, I'm going to ask that you remove that thing on your face. We don't allow those here."

The knight only glared at him, but the king didn't react to that except for leaning down to him.

"Hey, take off that mask! It's kinda rude to cover your face in front of her, don'tcha think?"

"It's fine, Dedede."

"No, it ain't! Now give that to me-"

"Meta can wear his mask. I rather he be comfortable on this date." Fettuccine said in a tone that left no leeway for argument. The knight gave a small smile, grateful that his girlfriend stood up for him.

The king noted this and leaned back, clearing his throat again.

"Well... uh... now, may I offer you all something to drink? We have water, sodas, a lot of wine, various spirits, and we can make cocktails."

"Two waters, please."

The king blinked as if he was shocked by this response. "Are you sure? We have some pretty expensive wine from-"

"Water is fine." The knight repeated, with his date nodding in agreement.

Dedede wrote that down. "Now what would you like to eat?"

"Already? We didn't even get our drinks yet!" Fettuccine asked, tilting her head.

"Well, we don't have a menu and y'all just want water, so what else am I supposed to do?!"

"You can go get the water we ordered..." Meta Knight mumbled under his breath.

"Anyway, the chefs can get a head start on it! Now what do you want?"

Fettuccine cleared her throat. "Well, I was thinking-"

She was stopped by Dedede slamming a hand on the table.

"I GOT A PERFECT IDEA! Y'ALL WAIT HERE, MY WADDLE DEES WILL BRING YOU YOUR WATER IN A BIT!"

As the king ran off, the couple looked at each other a bit awkwardly.

"Well... at least the decor and atmosphere are both nice..." Fettuccine said, trying to sound optimistic, as Meta put his hand in his hands.

"Fetty, I'm so sorry we had to eat here. I wanted to have a nice and quiet date with you, but we're stuck...here." He uttered, gesturing around him.

"Oh, Metty, I appreciate your apology, but I'm honestly just happy being here with you right now."

"Thank you so much, Fetty..."

"No problem, my silly bat."

Before anything else could be said, they were interrupted by an army of Waddle Dees rushing in while carrying a giant plate of spaghetti, which they then practically slammed onto the table. Before either of the couple could question what was going on, King Dedede himself walked in.

"Tonight's special is the Lover's Spaghetti Dinner, made specially by our head chef and paired with a special performance!" He then turned to the door to present... Bandana Dee walking in with a guitar and accordion. "To help set a romantic mood, Bandana and I will play you some music!"

"Your highness, I don't know how to play the guitar."

"Just do it!"

The knight then proceeded to be subjected to the worst combination of Intruments and vocals he ever heard. It was one of those times where he was envious of Fettuccine for being able to use her shapeshifting ability to naturally block out sound so she didn't have to subject herself to this racket. He then looked at the spaghetti and noticed that there was something... off about it. Quickly, he signed to Fettuccine that he'll try it first before her, being given a nod in reply. Politely taking a fork, he spun some of the noodles and ate it. After a bit of chewing, he noticed that there was definitely something off and ended up spitting it out, immediately alarming his date and the king himself.

"OH SHOOT! I FORGOT THE WATER!" Dedede gasped.

"Forget the water! Dedede, what is this!?"

"It's spaghetti." The response was said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

With a skeptical look, Fettuccine herself took some of the noodles and then pulled out a whole roasted turkey. "Would you like to explain how this got in here?"

"Oh, that? I thought I'd add a few things to make it even more special, you know? Besides, haven't you ever had a whole roast turkey in your noodles before?"

"Not everyone is you, Dedede!" The knight shouted before rubbing his temples, already feeling a migraine coming on. The scene was further broken by a loud voice.

"YOU DID WHAT!?"

Into the room ran a glasses-wearing Waddle Dee with a chef's hat and apron, who Meta recognized was Dedede's head chef, Yakushiji Dee.

"YOUR HIGHNESS, HOW COULD YOU!? DID YOU ADD INGREDIENTS TO MY DISH THAT WEREN'T NEEDED!?"

"No, I added ingredients to spice it up and make it bigger! Bigger is better, as they say!"

"You threw in a whole roast chicken! I thought you trusted me with this meal!"

"Yeah, but I thought I'd add something a bit extra to it!"

"Are you saying I can't do my job!"

"What? No!"

Abruptly, Meta stood up. "Fetty, I believe I have some paperwork left to do, so we should head back now."

Almost immediately, Fettuccine caught on and nodded. "You're right, we should be going now!"

"Hold up right there you two!" The king boomed. "You two are on a date! So that means you both are gonna relax! And I got the perfect place for you to do that in!"

Before either Meta or Fettuccine could respond, they were both carried out of the dining hall and into a lavish guest bedroom, where they were tossed onto the bed to process what just happened.

"This is the special honeymoon suite! Ain't it great?" The king grinned as the two took in the sight.

Indeed, it was quite elegant, but that was how the other guest rooms at Castle Dedede were.

"It... it is... but I think we have to-"

The king raised a hand before Fettuccine could finish speaking.

"Don't worry about it. There's a reason I put you both in the honeymoon suite tonight." He gave a grin and a wink. "Do what you have to do."

The king then closed the door and the moment he did, both Meta and Fettuccine's entire bodies turned bright red.

"DEDEDE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"