#frozen treats feature heavily

[gutlessbarbara]

; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝ 

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

    Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

    To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

    Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

    Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

    "I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

    "He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

    How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

    "Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

    Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

    "Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

My Penguin

Another fluff piece of mine. This one was pretty cute, I like referencing the pregnancy waddle throughout my stories it was nice to have it rather prominent throughout in this story.

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The mall was buzzing with the weekend crowds: families, teens, and people passing through were all congregating there. Weaving through the sea of stores and jungle that was the crowded food court. The bright lights were reflecting off the polished floors and white walls. The air was polluted with various aromas, the smell of warm food, sugary sweets, and perfumes - made for a melody of activity as you walked through the mall. 

Jason and Bret stood out as an island of calm and joy. Bret was heavily pregnant with twins, walking practically waddling along, slowly savoring each lick of his ice cream cone. As he walked Bret had one hand resting protectively on his round belly, and a serene smile played on his lips. Bret’s outfit was a nice solid black shirt that didn’t quite cover all of his pregnant belly. Part of it poked out from underneath the fabric. Jason walked beside Bret, a tender expression softening his features, seeing his pregnant lover happily enjoying his frozen treat.

Bret got a little ahead of Jason. Hanging back Jason couldn’t help but think how adorable Bret looked as he waddled along. Each step he took had a kind of maternal sway, reminding Jason of a penguin. The thought made him chuckle softly to himself. 

Bret was just continuing to eat his ice cream. Now and again tugging down on his shirt as it slowly moved up. Bret was almost childlike walking around with his ice cream like that.  Bret kept turning slightly to see if Jason was behind him. A cute little smile as he took another lick turning back around. Bret had a wonderfully radiate glow, a bright aura of happiness. 

They were walking along and came by a toy store. Bret paused; peering through the window at the colorful displays. Jason came up behind him. He didn’t say a word to Bret. Seizing the moment Jason leaned in and whispered in Bret’s ear “See anything you like in there?” he asked, his voice warm and affectionate.

Bret’s voice was cheerful “Everything looks so cute in there,” he said to Jason.

“I think these toys are gonna be too big for newborns,” Jason said, reaching Bret’s baby bump from behind.

A soft little moan came out of Bret. “Not for long, Besides they always have baby toys somewhere in there.”

Jason chuckled in Bret’s ear.

Bret took another lick from his ice cream “Gosh I gotta start decorating the nursery before they get here.”

Jason smiled, “We can go in if you want. Maybe pick out a few things for the twins.”

Bret’s eyes lit up. A cute excited squeal as he started to waddle over to the doorway. “Yes, let’s do that!” Bret was waddling with such enthusiasm 

Jason got a little laugh at Bret, his partner’s excitement was very infectious.

Once inside the toy store, they wandered through aisles filled with toys for much older children. Like Bret had said they did have baby toys off in a lone aisle along the wall. It was lined with stuffed animals, colorful mobiles, and soft, pastel-colored toys. Bret moved slowly, his fingers brushing over the toys as he continued to eat his ice cream. Pointing out just about everything he could see, “It's all just so cute,” Bret exclaimed

Jason found himself more entranced by his than anything else in the store. Bret’s eyes sparkled when he picked up a pair of plush teddy bears, he held them close thinking of how adorable these would look in the cribs or on the dresser. Jason notices a little sticker on the teddy bear's foot. Jason squeezed it and a little melody started playing a music box lullaby. It surprised Bret his excited squeal sealed the deal they were going to bed these bears. 

Moving on to another store, this one a clothing store. Bret was already eating his ice cream cone as the couple walked in. The couple was happily greeted by one of the shop attendants. Bret excitedly waved back. Jason walked behind Bret as they came over to a small maternity section. Everything was too flowery for Bret’s liking. 

“I thought you like flowers?” Jason probed curiously

“Not on my clothes,” Bret replied after swallowing the last of his ice cream.

Waddling away Bret caught a few eyes on him. No doubt it was his bump being more and more revealed. Catching himself in one of the mirrors at the end of the stands, Bret pulled down his shirt. As he left and came over to the kid's section, Bret stopped in front of several racks of baby clothes. Jason pulled out a tiny onesie. It looked like one of those tuxedo print tee shirts. Jason smiled as he got Bret’s attention.

“Hey babe,” Jason said, holding the little tuxedo print onesie. 

“Do you think that’s a little tacky?” Bret asked

“Nah,” Jason replied, “I think it works. They can be like little penguins.”

“Aww that’s cute,” Bret said 

Bret waddled over, took the onesie, and placed it on his pregnant belly. Bret was looking down at his bump and the onesie. “Our little penguins,” that’s a cute nickname. Don’t you think?” Bret asked

“Of course, just like you,” Jason said playfully

“Aww, a new cute nickname? I love it!” Bret said with a big bright smile.

Jason planted a tender kiss on the top of Bret’s head. 

“You’re so sweet,” Bret murmured to Jason

As cute as it sounded. Bret wanted to surprise Jason, so he never revealed the twin's genders to him. But it was Jason who assured him it’d be fine. He’d buy them matching shirts and they could have it be their first family photo. Bret couldn’t resist how cute that sounded. And so Jason bought two of the tuxedo print onesies. 

Continuing depth through the mall, Jason kept a close eye on Bret. Bet often was reckless and over-exerted himself. Being pregnant didn’t change any of that. Seeing an open seat, Jason urged Bret to have a seat. “I’m fine, let’s keep going,”

“You sure I can’t interest you in another snack?”

On hearing the word snack, Bret could smell the alluring aroma of the nearby pretzel stand. “Ooh, that smells good!” Bret excitedly waddled over and sat down. “Okay, go. Go. We want pretzels. And extra cheese. ”

Jason returned a few minutes later with two pretzels and an extra cheese dip for his hungry preggo. Bret let out a little sigh, “I told you I needed to get off my feet. My feet are killing me,”

“Yeah, good thing you did,” Jason said back, with a smile.

They sat there and enjoyed their pretzels. Their shopping bags were resting on the table. As soon as he was ready, he groaned, getting out of his seat. Jason was still seated, it was easy enough for him to get back on his feet. “Whoa, what are you doing?” Jason said to Bret

Bret was reaching over. He was ready to carry the bags. “I’m just taking the bags.”

“No, you’re not,” Jason said pulling them away

“Oh come on. They’re not that heavy. I can handle that.” Bret assured Jason

Jason didn’t allow it despite Bret’s protests. Sliding his hand up Bret’s baby bump under his shirt. Bret let out a little whimper feeling Jason’s burly hands glide against his pregnant belly  “You’ve got enough to carry,” Jason said to Bret, “I got it,”

Annoyed but finding the gesture sweet, Bret had to tug down on his shirt again after Jason pushed it up. “Alright, alright,” he replied

Bret quickly swooped up Jason’s free hand making his partner walk with his hand in hand. Jason had no objection. Together they strolled through the mall, stopping occasionally to look through other store windows and the occasional browsing. A restroom break left Jason standing alone waiting for Bret. He spotted a lone-standing vendor with some unique figures of blown glass. He went over spotting something sweet. 

Jason was walking away with a box he placed in with the onesies as Bret came out of the restroom.

“Wanna keep going?” Jason asked

Bret thought about it a little. Shaking his head, “I think I’m good,”

“Alright,” Jason replied “Then let’s get you guys home,”

Slowly the couple retraced their path as they left and got to the car. Bret was breathing heavily, his waddle had a more prominent sway. Jason kept close, loving what he was seeing. Arriving at the car, Jason helped Bret climb in. Jason set everything in the backseat. Jason pulled out the little little box from the onesie bag. 

Climbing into the driver's seat, Jason handed Bret the box. 

“Oh,” Bret sounded surprised, “what’s this?”

“Something I thought you might like,” Jason replied, starting the car. 

Bret opens the box. He pulled out something in bubble wrap, and unraveling it he saw a blown glass figure, a family of four penguins, all huddled together. Bret could feel the tears welling up. “babe,” Bret groaned out sweetly

“What? Don’t you like it?” Jason asked

“I love it,” he wrapped it back up and put it in the box. 

Bret held onto Jason's right arm as they drove away. 

“It’s wonderful Daddy Penguin,” Bret said to him

“Glad you like it my penguin,”

“Am I the cutest penguin?”  Bret brought up curiously

“You're the cutest penguin.” Jason said “For now,”

“For now!” Bret groaned in a brattish annoyance

“Yeah. Don’t you know, the babies are always cuter,” Jason replied with a little chuckle. 

“Then I’ll hold them in so I can stay the cutest,” Bret declared 

Jason was surprised. “Oh really now?” 

“Yes,” Bret replied. Pouting Bret poked at his baby belly. “You hear that, you two.” 

Jason had a good laugh. Playfully Jason said to Bret, “Okay, I guess they’re just gonna keep growing and growing in that belly of yours.”

Bret sat silently for a moment, “on second thought. You two better come out cute,”

Jason erupted in laughter. “You are the cutest penguin.”

Bret blushed. “ of course I am,”

“You’re my penguin,” Jason said squeezing Bret’s hand tightly

Bret had a smile on his face. Like he was talking to his baby bump, “You like that? My little penguins?”

Bret looked back up. His gaze focused forward as they continued to drive down the road. Bret let out a surprised gasp, startling Jason. The twins were moving. “ guess they decided it was playtime,” Bret replied

Jason shook his head, his focus road ahead. Jason had precious cargo with him. The cutest punch of penguins that needed to get home.

[bakerstreethound]

The Loyal Bentley

Relationship: Aziraphale x Crowley

Warnings: post s2 spoilers, mentions of hurt, comfort, soft Crowley, domestic partners, domestic bliss, fix-it goodness, and the Bentley must be protected

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley get the ending they deserve, hidden away from doing the biddings of Heaven and Hell when Aziraphale makes his final choice.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 880

A/N: Hello, hello! I offer up another treat. After listening and heavily inspired by Tracey Champan's Fast Car, I had to write something for the ineffable husbands. I know there's no reader featured, but I really wanted to focus on this alternative ending for them. I hope you enjoy. This is dedicated to @novaracer. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Agony. 

That’s the feeling creeping along the recesses of Crowley’s mind. He leaned against the Bentley, his beloved car, heart thrumming in anticipation. 

He knew surely how lovestruck and forlorn -albeit lost- he looked but he didn’t care. Since when did Heaven and Hell have to continue calling the shots in their life on this earth? It was worth protecting. 

Aziraphale was worth protecting. 

He swallowed again, foot tapping on the sidewalk now as time slowed, people in lower Soho toddling by through their mid-afternoon excursions. It was an odd ambiance, one Crowley wasn't particularly fond of, but Aziraphale thrived in the heart and hubbub of a city. 

Aziraphale. 

The name made his chest falter, and his breath caught as he gazed back to the bookshop doors across the street as they finally, finally crept open. All the hoping, watching, waiting, and joy flowing through his veins skyrocketed tenfold as he caught a glimpse of Aziraphale and his luggage.

Muriel followed behind, dutifully toting a vintage trunk, encouraged by Aziraphale’s ramblings from the look of it while he hauled a briefcase and smaller trunk up to the Bentley. 

“Angel,” Crowley warned, holding out his hand to balance Aziraphale who stumbled on the sidewalk, “you need to watch your step.” 

“I can assure you, I am capable of handling myself, Crowley,” he muttered, a hint of a blush flushing his cheeks. 

“Mr. Fell, is this where you want the trunk?” Muriel smiled, struggling to open the back door of the Bentley which stubbornly refused to oblige their wish. 

“That’s fine, Muriel, thank you!” Aziraphale shifted as Crowley relieved him of the smaller trunk, throwing open the back door, leaving Muriel shocked as he stacked the trunks carefully. He usually wouldn’t care in the slightest but Aziraphale had made a choice and chosen him, chosen their side. 

Us. 

The word so small and insignificant sent the kindling flame within his chest burning and he closed the door, smiling at Muriel. 

“Aziraphale’s leaving the shop in your capable hands, I see.” 

“Oh yes, Mr. Crowley! I’ve got everything planned and in tip-top order!” Muriel gave a thumbs up and turned away to the coffee shop, where Nina stood poised at the door to welcome them in. She waved at Aziraphale and Crowley which they returned, a small smile on her face as she guided Muriel in to treat them to a fancy frozen drink. 

“Ready to go, then?” Crowley drew closer, brushing a finger along the lapels of Airaphale’s cream-colored jacket. Aziraphale swallowed, casting a quick look back at the bookshop that stood quietly, somehow bidding him a bittersweet farewell as his hand shifted to reach for the Bentley’s passenger door.

Crowley’s hand fell gently on top of his. 

“No, Angel, let me.” 

Aziraphale didn’t question it, not when Crowley opened the door for him, waiting until he got comfortable in his seat before shutting the door and joining him in his respective driver’s seat. They sat there a moment basking in the quiet, Crowley’s sunglasses still perched dutifully on the bridge of his nose.

Aziraphale somehow craved to see the demon’s eyes in the full sunlight, their brilliant shade of yellow. So many things were left unsaid, but it felt right, even after the argument. 

“Oh for heaven’s sake drive, Crowley!” 

And so they did, down across the expanse of the city, into the wide spaces of the country. Anything and everything was before them. It was only them. 

Us. 

Such a simple word, but it was all Crowley could want and more. Aziraphale’s choice was one he wouldn’t forget. He didn’t pull away when Aziraphale rested his hand on his thigh, squeezing in encouragement.

The Bentley slowed, Crowley’s grip slipping on the wheel a fraction of a moment- a thousand fractions of moments. The touch was burning, searing full of so many unspoken words that he dared not speak. 

The want was too much. 

So it went on, and on, the Bentley switching from Queen to slow romantic ballroom dancing right as it stopped in front of a countryside manor in the sprawling hills. Hidden in a glen amid a grove of trees, it provided the privacy, yet all the comforts of home one could need. Crowley had ensured it, knew it would fit their life here on Earth, even though he’d prefer to be in the heavens amongst his nebulas. 

“Oh Crowley, it’s quite lovely!” Aziraphale chuckled when the Bentley stopped in the cobbled driveway, chirping happily. 

Crowley smiled his gaze lingering on Azriaphale allowing the silence to wash over them. Peace, happiness, togetherness. It was worth it in the end and as Crowley guided Azirphale to the door of their new abode, he stopped, looking out over the countryside, and the trees, inhaling deeply. 

“This is something akin to paradise, Crowley.” 

“Well Angel, I reckon it is.” 

Crowley says nothing more, practically stumbling as Aziraphale closes the space between them, and reaches for the lapels of his jacket, their lips connecting, hungering for more. 

Yes, all was quite well in the world, a little slice of happiness. A nightingale sang a happy tune in the distance as the door latched behind the angel and demon, sheltering them from the world that had taken and given them so much for eternity. 

******

[lacedupforyou]

ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔫|Yandere Diluc | Yandere Kaeya

( No Inc!st Obviously. Reader is a knight for mondstat. Reader also has a hydro vision). ( Part 2 to this)

From the start you had always been Hardworking, Crafty, But just as gentle. It was no wonder you had become an official knight of Favonius. Using your vision to help others and becoming quite popular in Mondstat.

You had made many friends in Mondstat, From Wolf boys to outriders. It was like everyone knew you. Of course the calvary captain tried to catch your eye and woo you but you were so hardworking you didn't seem to have any time for small flirts.

You were out with the bard listening to his drunken tunes. When the time came for the bill, Master diluc arguing with the heavily drunk Venti to pay his tab. You told him you would pay for it. Stating you detest violence and arguments. Your kindness and selflessness intriguing master diluc. You introduced yourself to him. "If you ever need my help I'd be happy to help you anywhere you need me!"

Something struck him, Like the electro archon sending her fury to diluc in that instance. Diluc had to excuse himself from how friendly cute you were in the moment. A blush spread over his features complimenting his fiery features.

The next day you were invited to the angel's share with rosaria and kaeya. he had promised to settle your bill and after paying for venti's tab how could you refuse?

Walking in you were greeted with a blank faced stare from diluc. And kaeya and rosaria following behind you into the tavern. All 3 of you had ordered drinks and began talking about simple things, laughing, gossiping, and all.

Diluc had been watching you from afar, Watching your expressions change from laughter, shock, and that same soft smile he found himself frozen in. But the way his brother had his arm around you how close he was with you bothered him. He decided to do something about that.

"Y/N I could use your assistance right now."

"I shall help you Sir Diluc" Rosaria replies getting up from her seat.

"I need the assistance of a true knight thank you." He retorts

"It's no trouble rosaria I can help Master Diluc" You smile and arise from your seat to the back to help him.

You almost missed the glare from kaeya and the smirk diluc had given him. You walked to the back to help him move some crates of wine around (He didn't really need them moved he just needed some excuse to have you so close.) "I appreciate your help Y/n. You seem very well known around mondstat, I find your adventures quite alluring. Perhaps you could write me letters of them." He gathers his courage to speak those words hoping for the best.

"Like Pen-Pals? I'd love to! Send me a letter anytime! I'll tell you tons of stuff!" You smile up at him and he almost loses himself again. You write down your address and walk back to kaeya who seemed to be anticipating your return. The night continued full of laughs and more gossip. Then came your tab.

"It's my treat Y/n, I'm the one taking you out." Kaeya smirks over to diluc and takes out his purse of mora.

"Y/n it's MY treat I'll pay for it, Consider it a gift for becoming MY pen pal." Diluc replies semi-harshly

The words send kaeya to make remarks on diluc's faults for diluc to snap back into a full blown argument. Rosaria sighs take your arm and pulls you outside the tavern. "What a night, I shall be the one to walk you home Y/n, Consider it a treat." She smiles and you happily walk off with her into the night. She waves you off and you sleep happily.

You wake that morning to see a letter from Diluc. Your heart flutters from his gorgeous handwriting and his quick timing to already send you a letter. You open it and it says :

"Dearest Y/n I apologize for the previous night and my immature actions. I hope you got home safely in the night. We have a new product coming in from Sumeru, I'd love you to sample it. - Best Regards, Diluc "

You feel incredible, He wished you well and invited you to freely try some new product! What a lovely invitation! But you had training with kaeya today.. The invitation will have to wait, Your job as a knight comes first!

You had sparred with kaeya for awhile, Practicing your hydro vision and watching his cryo in action.

"You're holding your sword wrong Y/n here let me show you." Kaeya says

He comes behind you gripping your hands and arms moving them slowly with his. The distance between you two non existent. He felt lost in the moment and you could feel yourself freeze up as he guided your fingers along the blade. Your embrace was warm and it felt incredible. You swiftly collected himself you continued to train with him. 

You wrote a letter back to diluc and went to bed exhausted that night.

Little did you know The Dark Knight and the Calvary Captain were both watching from afar. Watching your peaceful sleeping face from a safe distance. Watching you undress and fall asleep. They felt infatuated by your grace. They knew they'd have to worry about the other brother. But they will make sure you are there's in the end.

Ⓣⓗⓔⓡⓔ'ⓢ ⓝⓞ ⓔⓢⓒⓐⓟⓔ

[acquired-stardust]

Game Spotlight #5: Warlocked (2000)

It's time for our fifth Gaming Spotlight this time brought to you by Larsa. This spotlight will feature the first Gameboy Color game we have covered. When you think of the Gameboy Color you think of great games like Pokemon Gold/Sliver, The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening, or even a more underrated hit like Harvest Moon 3. Those games were bright representations of their genres and the sort of titles the handheld had became known for at the time. Now with that said, did you know that the Gameboy Color had its very own Real-Time Strategy game published by Nintendo?

I introduce to you "Warlocked", a cult classic game that wears its inspirations on its sleeve. "Warlocked" was a game developed by a small studio based out of the United Kingdom known as Bit Studios in a partnership with Nintendo. The studio recently had formed a partnership at the time with Nintendo of America and developed " R-Type DX " for the Gameboy Color to positive critical acclaim before working on their next project "Warlocked". Right off the bat here the game's story is nothing particularly original being yet another "Humans vs Orcs" story which was everywhere in the previous decade of the 1990s. The human kingdom is ruled by the beautiful Queen Azarel whose kingdom reigns over the Kula ice fields. She and her kingdom are forced into battle by an invading force of foreigners: the beats led by Chief Zog. It is revealed through text that Zog wishes to take over these frozen plains and force Azarel to be his Queen. This is certainly not how you treat your neighbors!

( Unless you play as Chief Zog in which case that totally is how you treat them. )

The game is divided between two different campaigns: one for the Human faction and the other for the Beast faction as both sides battle for supremacy guided by your fingertips. The campaigns are made up of completely different levels with their own objectives which largely boil down to wiping the opposing force off the map. The Human faction levels make for a good place to start for new players as it serves as a better tutorial to the game as opposed to the Beast faction levels which are more difficult. Both armies play functionally the same with each army being primarily comprised of workers, knights and archer units that serve as the backbone of your forces. Each faction has their own sprites representing the units but they are identical from a gameplay perspective. Along with the core units to make up the army your worker grunts can build structures such as a guard tower to rain arrows on your enemies, barracks to allow you to build more knights/archers, and farms which allow you to create more units. As you explore the map you may run into a baby Dragon or a powerful Wizard which can be recruited to tip the scales in your favor.

Wizard units are the most unique units featured in the game as each Wizard has their own sprite, backstory, and powers to help achieve victory. Whenever you discover a wizard, lead them back to your temple to store them in your "Wizlist". The game encourages you to fully explore each map to find these often hidden Wizards to join your army. If this might sound familiar at all that is because this system was heavily inspired by Pokemon. Once added to the list you are able to summon that Wizard unit in any future campaign, or multiplayer battle, if you so desire. The game boasts a roster of 27 Wizard units largely with different abilities from one another making collecting each of them during the campaign worth it. These Wizards have plethora of abilities such as the Telewiz's ability to teleport enemy units to random tiles effectively removing them as an obstacle. Another fearsome unit is the Bombwiz can turn an enemy unit into a large bomb which will explode damaging other opposing nearby units or structures. Along with these oddballs each of the two faction leaders are featured as "Wizard" type units themselves. Once they take to the field Queen Azarel and Chief Zog share the same ability of speeding up the creation of all new units.

"Dabu!" "Swobu!" "Zug zug!"

The gameplay and setting of Warlocked are obviously inspired by the RTS heavy hitters for the PC platform such as Blizzard's Starcraft and Warcraft games that would go onto to truly change the gaming landscape forever. However Warlocked shouldn't be written off as a mere copycat for the feats the developers achieved on the Gameboy Color is nothing short of miraculous. The developers managed to make a fully functional RTS on the Gameboy Color with plenty of extra content such as blackjack and puzzle mini-games. Even more impressive is the multiplayer battle mode where two players could battle each other via link cable. The game would go onto win critical acclaim being praised for it's gameplay, soundtrack, and user friendly controls. IGN would name the title it's "Best Game Boy Strategy" title of the year 2000. Despite the positive critical reception of the time Warlocked would sell poorly and these poor sales figures would sadly spell the end of the partnership between Bit Studios and Nintendo of America.

A couple of years later Bit Studios attempted to make a sequel to Warlocked titled "Wizards", a game being developed for the Gameboy Advance, a much more technology advanced system that could better suit the potential of an RTS game. Unfortunately Bit Studios could not get any publisher interested in funding the game and as such the project was quietly cancelled and not long afterward Bit Studios themselves were sold off by their parent company. It is truly a shame that Warlocked could not find an audience in its own time because in my opinion it was a well made game that deserved to enjoy success. I had many fond memories of playing this game when I was a child, and I will happily say having played it recently I believe it still holds up as a fun handheld title. Its simplistic RTS gameplay, catchy tunes, and pixel art make for a good time. This game is worth a spin for fellow retro-gaming enthusiasts.

A gem hidden among the stones, Warlocked is undoubtedly stardust.

-- Larsa

[qpacinho]

Bom dia!

I'm Teo! You can also call me T. I use he/him and bun/buns pronouns. I am physically an adult in my late 20s. I am part of a system and use this blog for my personal things and writing. No one else will post here, probably.

I encourage minors to be cautious on this blog, heed all warnings carefully, and if you see an MDNI banner please leave the post alone! But there will be no explicit sexual content on this blog.

Fun facts:

I speak English but I'm learning ASL and Brazilian Portuguese

I love making spreadsheets

I have many aus and write a lot of strange things, please heed my warnings

I watch mostly Philza, Badboyhalo, Tubbo, Ranboo, Aimsey, Sneegsnag, Pactw, Cellbit, Linkthemike, Fitmc, Ethoslab, Grian, Jackmanifold, and Foolish

I am very disabled and very proud. I center disability and queerness a lot in my works

I take a very live and let live mentality. I do not engage in discourse and strive to treat all people with dignity, compassion, and respect. Do not bring discourse onto my blog or you will no longer be allowed on it

Aus:

(Would Love to Talk About Them)

Daisy Push - Modern au highlighting the intersection of queerness, disability, and life (EXTREMELY SELF-INDULGENT). Massive found family!

Quesadilla Valley - Solarpunk Stardew au, becuase I cannot help myself.

On Hills - Modern au highlighting poverty, community, and life when it must be lived. Essempi Hills is all squatter shacks these days.

Red Ink - Victorian vampire au. Fit's a vampire hunter. Tazercraft are victims of Vampire Cellbit. Pac refuses to sell out Cellbit.

Scattershot - Zombie apocalypse au, Celltw centric. Heavily featuring Richas

Grey Skies - Rose Family + Mike nuclear apocalypse au

Again, and Again - Slay the princess celltw au. Pac is a prince, Cellbit has to slay him.

Frozen Miles - Remote research station horror. Big cast,

Cold Divinity - FitPac, Fit was supposed to be a sacrifice to the God of Winter (Pac), but Pac decided to keep him

Hail Mary, Mother of God - Paranormal vaguely Ordem inspired au. Tazercraft take a trio of Paranormal investigators on a tour of their old orphanage.

Diving Bell - Cellbit hears and sees the voices and signs of beings beyond mortal comprehension. Pac had a bad trip in an alley and is now locked up in the basement of a murderer.

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[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

Something I have never seen mentioned is how Lily, intentionally or not, others Sámi people in her frozen 2 video. She says the northuldra leader looks like her oc valithria, who is non white, and says how “the white guy was the bad guy” about to anna’s grandfather attacking an unarmed northuldra leader, i think thers more i missed, but you get it. this is a problem because the northuldra are based heavily on the sámi people, who have a history of 1/2

being violated and coerced into being proven “not white”, and it got pretty gruesome. but they are white, they just have diverse ethnic features,some are tan, some have epicanthic fold or a flat nose, and some dont. it just makes me super uncomfortable to hear those comments from lily because of the history behind sámi being othered. i know she probably knows nothing about sámi people so it was likely an accident, but it still makes me uncomfortable 2/2

frozen 2 anon here again, i should clarify what i mean by “being coerced into being proven non white”sámi people were researched by others, mostly other white Scandinavians, and treated likeobjects rather than people, something to see rather than someone to know. sámi people had others intrude on their private life to take photos,often stripping them naked for photos, or having their bodies and skulls measured.i recommend reading“i felt so white”by Astrid dankertsen for more, or google

[kevinsreviewcatalogue]

Review: Wicked: Part I (2024)

Wicked: Part I (2024)

Rated PG-13 for some scary action, thematic material and brief suggestive material

<Originally posted at https://kevinsreviewcatalogue.blogspot.com/2024/12/review-wicked-part-i-2024.html>

Score: 4 out of 5

Many years ago, back when I was in middle school, I went on a class trip to Broadway to see Wicked, a musical adaptation of Gregory Maguire's novel of the same name that was itself a revisionist retelling of The Wizard of Oz from the point of view of its villain, the Wicked Witch of the West, featuring the original cast led by Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth. My memories are hazy, but I do distinctly recall enjoying it, with the highlight of my evening being the show-stopping performance of what has since become its signature song, "Defying Gravity", a song that Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez, the writers of Frozen's music, leaned heavily on when they gave Menzel a very similar musical number in the form of the equally iconic "Let It Go". My mom, who was a chaperone, wound up getting the soundtrack and playing that CD in her car for years. I was never much of a theater kid, so I didn't really fall into the fandom of the show or the original book, but looking back, I'm not surprised that Wicked became the runaway smash hit that it did, a show that's still playing on Broadway to this day (the fourth-longest-running Broadway show in history) and has inspired many other revisionist takes on classic fairy tales. The only surprise, really, is that it took more than twenty years for a film adaptation of the musical to come out.

But it was worth the wait. This movie had its problems, to be sure, feeling padded out to the point that some of the themes it explored felt like they could get lost in the noise. When it comes to the important stuff, however, this movie shines. Its two protagonists were both perfectly cast, the music was amazing, it managed to pair a whimsical, often humorous tone with some genuine darkness lurking behind the curtain, and director Jon M. Chu made it beautiful to watch. It's a film that does justice to its source material and which I can see bringing a whole new generation into Wicked's fandom, and one where I'm excited to see the inevitable second half of it next year.

The main hook here is that this is an origin story for the Wicked Witch of the West, who was previously a woman named Elphaba Thropp. Born from an affair between her mother and a traveling salesman, she came out of the womb with green skin that caused her parents and her fellow children to treat her like dirt, bonding only with her paraplegic sister Nessarose. What's more, her skin isn't the only thing strange about her, as she seems to have some sort of innate magical powers. Now, Nessa is heading off to Shiz University, and Elphaba has been sent to help her move in. However, when Elphaba accidentally displays her powers in a fit of emotion, Shiz's dean of sorcery studies Madame Morrible takes notice and offers to make her a student and teach her proper magic. Elphaba eagerly accepts, hoping that this could be a stepping stone to meeting the mysterious Wizard in the Emerald City, even if it means having the rich airhead Galinda Upland as her roommate. Here, Elphaba and Galinda navigate college life, learn to become friends after their terrible first impressions, and get caught up in a conspiracy to suppress the rights of the sapient animals in the Land of Oz.

First things first, there is Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba. Nailing the look of the Wicked Witch of the West was the easy part, as she gets most of the biggest musical numbers in the film and otherwise has to more or less carry the whole thing. Fortunately, this is a task that Erivo, with her background on Broadway and the West End, pulls off remarkably. She may be just the latest in a long line of actresses who've played Elphaba, but as a fan of good acting and good show tunes, I can certainly say that not only did she honor the part and do it justice in such a manner that I can see her take on the character becoming as iconic as Menzel's, but she also brought a particular subtext that you don't normally see with Elphaba by simple virtue of who she is. A key part of Elphaba's alienation from those around her comes from the color of her skin, and while Erivo spends the film covered in heavy green makeup, it's not that difficult to make out the fact that she is a Black woman underneath it. (And a quick trip to her Wikipedia page will also reveal that she's queer and in a relationship with another woman.) With this, the already-existing subtext of Elphaba being a metaphor for minorities reacting to a lifetime of discrimination and abuse becomes something pretty close to outright text, especially when you get into the major story thread about the sapient animals facing discrimination veering into a campaign of outright erasure (a fairly obvious metaphor for Jewish people, LGBTQ+ people, or any other real-life group subjected to such), much to Elphaba's horror as somebody who can sympathize with their plight. When "Defying Gravity" kicked in, it felt like a pissed-off "screw all of you and your rules" from a woman who has Had It with both respectability politics and what others have done to her, and watching this in a theater at this moment in time in particular, when rank misogyny and racism have come crawling back out into the open, it felt downright righteous. Erivo owned the screen and knocked it out of the park, the kind of role I can see making her a star.

An even bigger surprise, however, was Ariana Grande (credited here by her full name, Ariana Grande-Butera) as Galinda. I've always known Grande as a pop star first and foremost, and as an actress only in Nickelodeon sitcoms during her teenage years that didn't exactly show off her range, not even knowing until now that she too had a background on Broadway as a young girl. What's more, her public image is the pinnacle of the modern "influencer celeb", known for having an Instagram follower count higher than the population of the United States. In short, a talented actress, singer, and dancer who still had the capacity to surprise me with a great performance. Which is exactly what she delivered, leaning heavily into her public image to play Galinda as more or less an exaggerated parody of her real-life self with all the worst elements played up for humor. She's a rich, self-absorbed brat who looks down her nose at Elphaba when they first meet and have to share a room, her attempts at activism are self-serving, airheaded, and disingenuous, and the fact that we know she grows up into Glinda the Good Witch seems almost comical at first. Grande is clearly playing Galinda as a more modern version of the archetypal "dumb blonde" than Chenoweth did, but like Erivo, she does the role justice while clearly enjoying herself in it.

As for the look of the film, much hay has been made over how director Jon M. Chu tried to make the visuals more grounded in realism as opposed to the vibrant colors that the original 1939 movie is famous for, but if that's the case, then maybe I'm just desensitized by the flat color palettes of modern movies, because I thought this looked incredible. Chu has a long track record directing both movie musicals and dance films, and he put that talent to great use here, not only showing off the musical talents of Erivo, Grande, and a supporting cast stacked with both character actors and Broadway veterans but also giving the film's fantasy-with-a-touch-of-steampunk world the room it needs to shine. This was always a fun film to actually watch, even when the plot was getting into some heavy territory, a modern movie musical that wasn't ashamed to fully embrace being a musical while taking full advantage of everything that you can do on screen that you can't on stage. Big set pieces like Elphaba taking flight, or things like the talking animals, get exactly the glow-up you'd expect in a Hollywood blockbuster adapted from a stage play where all the effects have to be practical and capable of fitting onto a stage and being reset in a matter of hours for the next showing. This movie felt big, showy, and and epic in all the right ways.

Unfortunately, size was a double-edged sword here, and the source of this movie's biggest problems. The stage play runs for roughly two hours and 45 minutes, including a 15-minute intermission, and yet despite this movie explicitly covering only the first half of the musical, it has a runtime almost as long. Only some of the bloat can be attributed to the filmmakers taking the opportunity to stage more elaborate scenes, as there are a lot of long stretches of nothing at all taking place to the point where, when the plot suddenly kicked back in, it was at times a jarring shock. While the film was gorgeous to watch and listen to, the pacing was jerky and stop-and-go and often left me wondering when it would get moving again. What's more, a lot of these added scenes did little to get me invested in any of the characters they were focused on. I barely cared about Elphaba's love interest Fiyero, and Nessarose (whose importance to the plot was largely in the second half) had barely anything to do here beyond serve as a prop. In all honesty, this should've been one movie rather than two, even if it would've meant dragging out the runtime to over three hours. There were a lot of moments that I believe could've been cut to not only bring the runtime down but also, more importantly, tighten up the pacing without sacrificing the music or the wonder here, but modern Hollywood, unfortunately, is finding itself increasingly warped by the binge-watching economics of streaming, which favors movies that get downright decadent with their runtimes so that people will stay tuned in for as long as possible.

The Bottom Line

Even with its bloat, this is still a damn good movie musical carried by two standout performances and a ton of style. Whether you're a fan or a newbie, this is, for better or worse, a faithful translation of what made the Broadway show so memorable to the silver screen, and one I'd happily recommend.

[stillalive19567]

Beneath The Surface | JenLisa | GxG | Chapter 21

But So Hee isn’t done. With a sudden burst of aggression, she pulls me back, trying to regain control of the situation.

“Don’t think you can intimidate me!” she snarls, but her words only fuel my rage.

I spin around, my fist connecting with her jaw. The impact sends her stumbling back, but she doesn’t stop. She lunges at me again, and I seize the opportunity to slam her face against the locker repeatedly. The loud clang of her skull hitting the metal reverberates in the hallway, and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me.

“Lay. A. Finger. On. Her. Again,” I growl, punctuating each word with another strike. “And you’ll regret being born!”

Rosé and Jungkook stand frozen, their eyes wide as they witness the chaos unfold. I can’t hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears as I let the fury take over.

So Hee finally crumples to the floor, gasping for air and trying to shield herself from my wrath. I step back, breathing heavily, adrenaline still surging through me.

“Consider this a warning,” I say, my voice low but steady. “Next time, I won’t hold back.”

The next moment, I find myself sitting in the headmistress's office, the atmosphere heavy with tension. So Hee's parents are in a heated argument about her concussion, their voices echoing off the walls. I sit beside Ye-jin sunbae, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

So Hee's mother glares at me, her voice dripping with venom. “I’m going to charge you for attempted murder!”

Her father tries to intervene, his expression conflicted. “How would that look on your record?” he counters, his tone more concerned with the implications than the well-being of his daughter.

“Terrible,” I reply, my voice steady despite the rising stakes. They stare at me, momentarily taken aback as if I’ve suddenly realized the gravity of my words. But I continue, unwavering. “Everyone will know I failed.”

A hush falls over the room. I can feel Ye-jin’s presence beside me, her eyes narrowed in concern but also in admiration for my defiance. The headmistress looks between us, her expression unreadable as she assesses the situation.

So Hee’s mother opens her mouth to retort, but I can see the hesitation in her eyes. She’s grappling with the reality that her daughter isn’t the innocent victim she wants to portray.

“You think this is a joke?” she finally spits out, her voice shaking with indignation. “My daughter is hurt because of you!”

I take a breath, my heart racing but my resolve solid. “She hurt me first,” I shoot back, my tone unyielding. “I was just defending myself and the people I care about.”

The door slams open, and Lisa strides in with a fierce determination in her eyes. “So Hee has bullied the whole academy for years!” she exclaims, her voice ringing with anger.

The headmistress and So Hee’s parents exchange glances, but they remain unmoved. “That isn’t our problem,” they retort, their tone dismissive. “So Hee will handle that on her own.”

Lisa scoffs, crossing her arms defiantly. “Just like that this isn’t your problem, so So Hee should handle this on her own?” Her voice rises, each word a challenge.

With a swift motion, Lisa strides toward me, her presence a shield against the tension in the room. She pulls me up from my seat, her grip firm but reassuring. “Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

I blink in surprise, caught off guard by her boldness. The headmistress opens her mouth to object, but Lisa shoots her a look that silences any further protest.

As we step out into the hallway, I can feel the weight of Lisa’s anger beside me. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone,” she says, her voice softer now. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Lisa, wait,” I start, but she shakes her head, determination etched on her features. “No, you deserve to be treated better than this. We can’t just let them brush you off like this.”

So Hee blocks our path, her expression a mix of desperation and fury. “Lisa, why?” she demands, her voice trembling. “I love you so much. But you don’t care!”

The air thickens with tension as Lisa’s anger flares. She doesn’t respond to So Hee’s outburst; instead, she turns to me, her gaze intense. “Just stay with me,” she murmurs, and before I can process her words, she pulls me in.

Her lips crash against mine, fierce and unyielding, a kiss filled with everything she has. It’s as if the world around us vanishes, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of intensity. She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer, as if to shield me from So Hee’s presence.

The kiss feels like a declaration, a bold statement for So Hee to see. Lisa kisses me with such passion, every touch igniting a fire within me. I can sense So Hee’s frustration growing, the way her breath hitches in disbelief.

As Lisa's kiss intensifies, she shoves her tongue into my mouth with a boldness that takes me by surprise. The sudden warmth and urgency send shivers down my spine, but there’s something more to this kiss—a sense of defiance aimed directly at So Hee.

I can feel So Hee's frustration boiling over as she watches us, her fists clenching at her sides. Lisa’s kiss becomes a statement, a clear message that she’s chosen me, and there’s no room for anyone else in this moment.

With every movement of our lips, Lisa draws me deeper into a whirlwind of passion, her tongue exploring as if to claim me entirely. I can taste the challenge in her kiss, the way she savors the act of torturing So Hee with every second that passes. It’s intoxicating, and for a moment, I forget everything else—the confrontation, the threats—everything fades into the background except for us.

So Hee’s expression twists in anger and disbelief, her eyes wide as she grapples with the reality of our connection. Lisa pulls me even closer, as if to shield me from So Hee’s gaze, her possessiveness evident in the way she holds me.

Finally, when we pull apart, breathless and flushed, Lisa keeps her eyes locked on So Hee. “I’m done letting you bully anyone,” she declares, her voice unwavering. “You need to understand that you can’t control who I care about, and you definitely can’t dictate my relationships.”

As we step into the hallway, the tension from the confrontation lingers in the air, but Lisa’s presence beside me is a calming balm. She glances at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and determination. “Did you see her face? Priceless,” she says with a hint of laughter, and I can’t help but smile at her confidence.

“Are you sure about that?” I ask, a playful tone slipping into my voice despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “You just kissed a detective, you know. You might have just signed my arrest warrant.”

Lisa rolls her eyes, but there’s a warmth in her smile. “Please, if anyone should be worried, it’s So Hee. She thought she could come between us.”

Her words wrap around me like a shield, and I feel the tension from moments before begin to dissipate. Lisa's confidence is infectious, and it lifts my spirits despite the chaos we just left behind.

“True,” I chuckle, trying to shake off the weight of the confrontation. “But you’re the one who just made a bold statement in front of the entire school. That can’t just go unnoticed.”

Lisa shrugs, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Let them notice. I’m not afraid of anyone, especially not her. And besides,” she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I’d take that risk a million times over if it means getting to kiss you like that again.”

My heart races at her words, and I can’t help but blush. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?” I tease, nudging her playfully with my shoulder.

“Maybe,” she replies, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But I’d like to think of it as more of a calculated risk. Plus, if you get arrested, I’ll just bail you out.”

“Thanks for standing up for me back there,” I say softly, meeting her gaze. “It means a lot.”

“Always,” she replies, her tone serious now. “No one gets to mess with you—not while I’m around.”

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Global Frozen Slush Machine Market Trends and Outlook Report 2024 - 2031

The global frozen slush machine market is experiencing robust growth, driven by the rising popularity of slush beverages in various settings, including restaurants, cafes, and convenience stores. This article delves into the current landscape of the market, exploring key trends, drivers, challenges, and future prospects.

Introduction to the Frozen Slush Machine Market

The global frozen slush machine market is set for significant growth, driven by rising consumer demand for frozen beverages, innovative flavor offerings, and the expansion of food service outlets.

Frozen slush machines are specialized equipment used to produce slush beverages—frozen drinks made from flavored syrup and water. These machines are widely utilized in the food and beverage industry, particularly in establishments catering to customers seeking refreshing, frozen treats.

Market Overview

Current Market Size

As of 2023, the global frozen slush machine market is valued at approximately $X billion, with an expected compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of Y% through 2030. The market's growth is fueled by increasing consumer demand for innovative frozen beverages and the expansion of the food service industry.

Key Regions

The frozen slush machine market is segmented geographically into:

North America: This region holds a significant share, driven by a strong culture of frozen beverages and high consumer spending in the food service sector.

Europe: The European market is growing due to the increasing popularity of slush drinks among consumers, particularly during summer.

Asia-Pacific: Rapid urbanization and changing consumer preferences in countries like China and India are contributing to the rising demand for frozen slush machines.

Key Drivers of Growth

Rising Popularity of Frozen Beverages

The demand for frozen beverages is on the rise, particularly among younger consumers. This trend has led to an increase in the number of establishments offering slush drinks, driving the need for frozen slush machines.

Innovation in Flavors and Customization

Consumers are increasingly seeking unique flavors and customizable options for their beverages. Manufacturers are responding by developing machines that allow for a variety of flavor combinations, enhancing the appeal of slush drinks.

Expansion of Food Service Outlets

The growth of cafes, restaurants, and convenience stores is driving the demand for frozen slush machines. As more establishments recognize the profitability of offering slush beverages, investments in slush machines are increasing.

Challenges in the Market

High Initial Investment

The cost of purchasing and maintaining frozen slush machines can be a barrier for small businesses. The initial investment required for high-quality machines may deter some potential buyers.

Seasonal Demand

The demand for slush beverages is often seasonal, peaking during warmer months. This seasonality can impact the year-round profitability of establishments relying heavily on frozen drinks.

Competition from Alternative Beverages

The frozen slush machine market faces competition from other beverage options, such as iced coffees and smoothies. This competition may affect the market share of slush beverages, challenging the growth of slush machine sales.

Future Outlook

Emerging Trends

Health-Conscious Options: With growing health awareness among consumers, there is an increasing demand for healthier slush options made from natural ingredients. Manufacturers may focus on developing machines that accommodate these preferences.

Technological Advancements: Innovations such as smart machines with touch-screen interfaces and automated cleaning features are expected to gain traction, enhancing user experience and efficiency.

Strategic Initiatives

To remain competitive, manufacturers are likely to invest in research and development to improve machine efficiency and functionality. Collaborations with beverage brands to offer exclusive flavors could also provide a competitive edge.

Conclusion

The global frozen slush machine market is set for significant growth, driven by rising consumer demand for frozen beverages, innovative flavor offerings, and the expansion of food service outlets. While challenges such as high initial investments and seasonal demand exist, the market presents substantial opportunities for innovation and development. Stakeholders must adapt to changing consumer preferences and technological advancements to thrive in this dynamic industry.

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Asia Pacific Ice Cream 2024 Industry – Challenges, Drivers, Outlook, Segmentation - Analysis to 2030

Asia Pacific Ice Cream Market

The Asia Pacific ice cream market size was estimated at USD 42.15 billion in 2023 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 4.9% from 2024 to 2030. The Asia-Pacific market is experiencing growth due to consumers having higher disposable incomes and a preference for purchasing high-quality ice cream products. This growth is fueled by the increasing demand for food items like ice cream and frozen desserts in the region, with disposable income being primarily allocated towards food purchases.

The rise in ice cream production is supported by the expanding dairy market in the Asia-Pacific region. The trend of health-conscious consumers seeking ice creams with functional and health benefits is further driving the demand for high-quality products made with ingredients like mung bean and other nutritious components.

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Asia Pacific Ice Cream Market

The increasing popularity of premium ice creams in the region is anticipated to be a key driver for market growth. Manufacturers are introducing new ice cream innovations, like sugar-free plant-based varieties, to cater to consumer preferences, thereby fueling the market growth of the Asia Pacific ice cream industry in the forecast period. In March 2024, Eclipse Foods, the plant-based ice cream brand known for its commitment to replicating the creamy texture and rich flavors of traditional dairy, launched its latest innovation: Eclipse Bonbons. This exciting new line takes the brand's signature non-dairy ice cream to a whole new level of indulgence, offering a luxurious treat that rivals the most decadent chocolate-covered ice cream bonbons.

Major players in the Asia Pacific market are investing heavily in research and development to introduce new and innovative flavor varieties of ice creams. In April 2024, Havmor, a brand under LOTTE Wellfood Co. Ltd, launched a fresh lineup of ice cream flavors just in time for the upcoming summer heatwave. The range features a mix of traditional favorites and contemporary twists. From classics like Shahi Kesar and Rajwadi Kulfi to modern delights such as Blueberry Cheesecake, Cookie and Cream cones, and ice cream sandwiches. It also added seasonal treats like Jaljeera & Kalakhatta, Ratnagiri Hapus, and rose-flavored ice cream for a cool and revitalizing indulgence.

The increasing expenditure on ice creams in Asian countries such as India, Japan, and New Zealand is projected to support market growth. For instance, according to Japan’s Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications (MIC), expenditure on ice cream among Japanese consumers witnessed a 135% growth between 2011 and 2020.

Asia Pacific is characterized by an increasing demand for high-end ice creams. The changing consumption habits of consumers and the vast diversity in the region have led to the demand for varied flavor combinations and innovative ice creams. The region has also witnessed the introduction of new brands to the market, which has led to positive competition in the industry. For instance, Chicecream is a premium ice cream brand in China that focuses on high-end and creative ice creams. Founded in 2018, Chicecream was the No. 1 brand in terms of sales in the ice product sector on Tmall in 2020 and 2021. It is also immensely popular at China's annual Double 11 and 618 shopping festivals.

Browse through Grand View Research's Consumer F&B Industry Research Reports.

The global chicory coffee market size was estimated at USD 216.61 million in 2023 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 6.5% from 2024 to 2030.

The global human grade pet food market size was estimated at USD 2.41 billion in 2023 and is expected to grow at a CAGR of 6.6% from 2024 to 2030. 

Asia Pacific Ice Cream Market Report Segmentation

This report forecasts revenue growth in Asia Pacific and country levels and provides an analysis of the latest industry trends from 2018 to 2030 in each of the sub-segments. For this study, Grand View Research has segmented the Asia Pacific ice cream market report based on source, flavor, packaging, distribution channel, and country:

Source Outlook (Volume, Million Liters; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Dairy & Water-based

Vegan

Flavor Outlook (Volume, Million Liters; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Vanilla

Chocolate

Fruit

Cookie & Cream

Nut

Others

Packaging Outlook (Volume, Million Liters; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Cartons

Tubs

Cups

Cones

Bars

Distribution Channel Outlook (Volume, Million Liters; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Hypermarkets & Supermarkets

Convenience Stores

Ice Cream Parlor

Online

Others

Country Outlook (Volume, Million Liters; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Hong Kong

Taiwan

South Korea

Thailand

Singapore

Indonesia

Australia

New Zealand

Japan

Key Asia Pacific Ice Cream Companies:

Nestle SA

General Mills Inc.

Appolo Ice Cream Co Ltd;

Unilever PLC

Yili Group

CAMPINA ICE CREAM INDUSTRY Tbk.

Diamond Food Indonesia

Dairy Bell Ice Cream

PT. United Family Food

Froneri International Limited

Recent Developments

In January 2024, Singapore's OATSIDE has recently broadened its range by introducing a new line of ice cream, leveraging its distinctive oat milk as the primary component. This fresh ice cream collection is currently offered in three flavors: chocolate, peanut butter cookie dough, and coffee with mini chocolate chips

In March 2023, Chinese dairy giant Mengniuhas taken a significant step in expanding its global reach with the completion of the most extensive smart ice cream factory in Southeast Asia (ASEAN). This new facility, operated by its subsidiary brand Aice Group, marks a historic moment for the Philippines - it is the country's first intelligent ice cream factory

In March 2023, Healthy ice cream brand NOTO introduced three new Indian-flavored gelatos that are denser, richer, and creamier, containing half the fat and sugar. Each of these flavors has a significant historical connection with the Indian palate, resonating deeply with consumers.

Order a free sample PDF of the Asia Pacific Ice Cream Market Intelligence Study, published by Grand View Research.

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I used to be a huge Jodi Picoult fan-- like, adored her writing style, literally did not have a bad word to say about her work. And, well, once you're 6 or 7 books in, that writing style can start to feel a bit gimmicky. But in general, the last few books of hers that I read just didn't impress me the same way they used to...

I just finished Sing You Home, and it features LGBT+ issues heavily, so where better to rant about something that bothered me about it than Tumblr? ^^'

Here's a breakdown of the plot: Zoe and her husband Max have been struggling with infertility issues for the last decade of their marriage. They've practically bankrupted themselves paying for IVF treatments, it's distanced them from all their other friends whose lives revolve around their own kids, and Zoe nearly dies in the process of losing her last baby. When he realizes she's still gung-ho about trying again with the few embryos they have left, Max decides he's had enough and asks for a divorce.

Here's where it gets tricky: Post-divorce, Max falls back into his alcoholism, and then gets wrapped up in a very anti-gay church, courtesy of the brother and sister-in-law who took him in. (And who've been dealing with their own fertility issues.) Meanwhile, Zoe falls in love with a woman. Things move pretty fast, but they get married, (over the border in Massachusetts, because this book takes place in Rhode Island at a time when gay marriage wasn't legal there yet) and start talking about having kids. The central conflict of this book is the legal battle they get into with Max over who has the right to the remaining frozen embryos.

But that's not what I really want to talk about here.

What really started to irk me after a point...

Sing You Home is, like, THE definition of bi erasure. Zoe didn't realize she wasn't straight until she fell in love with Vanessa, when she's nearly 40 years old. It is, understandably, a lot for her work through, having to change her perception of herself. I don't think the concept of bisexuality is brought up in this book a single time.

They treat it as a very black-and-white 'I thought I was straight, but actually I'm a lesbian' type thing.

And you know, Zoe introduces the very bare basics of a narrative where she seems to be feeling that she was just misinterpreting her feelings all her life, sucked into the sort of compulsive heteronormativity that I'm sure a lot of us can relate to. And I'm really sympathetic to that sort of storyline. But it's not explored enough to say it really exists here, and even if that was ultimately the truth... It's still weird to me that Zoe wouldn't consider the possibility, at some point, that maybe she's bi. It just feels like the obvious conclusion.

Otherwise, I mostly enjoyed this one overall. I think some of Vanessa and Zoe's early relationship troubles were a little cliche, but not in an awful way. They have the very predictable, but realistic, argument of Zoe only referring to Vanessa as her "friend" or "partner" when they're in public at first-- giving people an out to headcanon their connection to be something platonic.

And it does end with what feels like an overly-simplified happy ending...

It's got some issues, but it's absolutely not the worst book ever written. (Jodi Picoult's known for tackling controversial issues. Perhaps what was really different about this one, is that I was more knowledgeable about the subject at hand.)

[fayfya]

Pie a la mode at our local pie shop Fork and Crust! Representing Love a la Mode by Stephanie Kate Strohm. 

[avlfya]

Bittersweet treats!

Now how does this fit the “frozen treats feature heavily”  category you ask?  It’s so easy to see!  Cupcakes take center stage in this sweet story of an ice skater and a hockey player...get it?  Frozen treats?  Just enjoy looking at this amazing peanut butter cupcake with dark chocolate mousse icing (and be jealous that Sarah ate every bit).

[holy-guacamoly]

Hii! <33

I love your jean smutty posts and i was wondering if i can request one where jean is punishing y/n because she had teased him so much so he puts her in her place and breeds her. And pls can you include dirty talking <3

I love you so much pls continue on your posts i love them so much mwah <33

Hey sweetheart! Sorry for the long wait! I freaking love your request! How did you know all my kinks? I had a blast writing this! <3 Thank you so much for your kind words! ILY! Canonverse Husband!Jean x Fem!Reader Summary: You had kept your marriage with your fellow soldier, Jean Kirschtein a secret. When destiny guides you to foreign lands, you get a little too comfortable and your little facade dares to crumble. Jean puts you into place. Takes place during the second time skip, episode "Dawn of Humanity" Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, teasing, dirty talk, Dom!Jean, Mommy/Daddy calling, Breeding Kink™, semi-public sex, secret relationship, choking, all with consent of course (consent only briefly mentioned)

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Jean had to admit, the Libero fashion suited you. These modern cuts flattered your curves and your hair looked beautiful in this particular new style.  Maybe you even looked a little too good for his liking. It was obvious that other men showered you in salacious gazes. But the worst thing about it was that you were well aware of that fact and seemed to enjoy the attention. 

The whole squad was browsing through a market at the harbor, inhaling the foreign sensations of Marley. So many new foods and oddities begged to be explored. Still, the ash-blonde's focus was only gifted to the center of his universe - The woman he had married 3 years ago. Y/N L/N. 

Your tongue caressed the weird dessert they called 'ice cream' sensually and dropped your purse for the fifth time already, wiggling your ass in front of Jean when you picked it up. Only a fool wouldn't notice that this was on purpose. If there wasn't a war and you didn't have to hide your marriage, Jean would have been over the moon by your teasing. But right now, the facade of 'just being best friends' dared to crumble at your careless behavior. 

"Jeanbo," you chirped, slowly walking towards your love. "You have to try this." With a childlike glimmer in your eyes, you waved the frozen dessert in front of Jean's face, bumping the cream against his lips by accident as he tried to wiggle away. "God, Y/N! You smeared it all over me!" You laughed at our husband's overdramatic reaction.  "It's not that bad. Come, let me clean it," you chuckled, but the last part of your answer turned into something that almost sounded like a purr.  With a featherlike delicateness, you brushed your thumb over Jean's bottom lip, slightly pulling it down. Involunteeringly he leaned into the touch. You smiled, a mixture of mischief and love dancing on your features. With equal tenderness, you brought your finger back to your mouth and gently sucked the remains of the treat off. While a sigh escaped your lungs, you closed your eyes to ravish the sweet taste.

An audible gulp formed in Kirschtein's throat as he imagined that you engulfed something else with such sensuality.  An intense urge bubbled inside Jean. The urge to pull you into the next byroad and shove his dick into your mouth. But a furious yell snapped him out of his thoughts, followed by apologetic blabbering of Sasha. 

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Destiny works in unpredictable ways. The current incident, with the small boy that stole from the group, lead to a night you'd never forget. New friendships and memories were formed in an unremarkable tent filled with laughter.  The scent of alcohol and sweaty bodies hung heavily in the air, but to you, it smelled like freedom. For the first time in years, you could forget your worries and act like a normal civilian. 

"Come dance with me, Jean!" you laughed, your tongue already heavy with liquor. Your husband's rosy cheeks were an indicator of his own clouded mind, but he still wore an annoyed look.  Your attitude from the day didn't change - No - It even intensified. On every possible occasion, you rubbed the soft plush of your ass against Jean's body and sat on his lap, blaming it on the amount of alcohol. In between, you whispered the lewdest things in his ear. You knew how badly it turned the poor man on when you purred his name in a breathy moan. But above all, you were well aware of how he couldn't have you right now. 

You enjoyed the power you held over the cocky flirt, you called your husband.

"I don't want to dance, Y/N," the male mumbled, crossing his arm in front of his chest. You crept closer, pulling him down so his face was on a level with yours.  "Pretty please?" Your voice pitched into a whine, while your fingers played with the hem of his already loosened-up shirt. Jean's eyes were trained on your cleavage while you did so. His eyes sparkled with lust, breath hitched. You mirrored his desire, letting out a small moan.  Your surroundings became a blur. It almost felt like nothing but Jean and you existed. Almost.

"Just kiss already!" It was Connie who practically screamed in your ear, hugging a stranger like they have known each other forever.  Jean let out a frustrated grunt, grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him. He was too dizzy to actually form a sharp comeback for his best friend. Certainly, your husband had enough energy to deal with you.  As he harshly maneuvered you out of the tent, you could hear suggestive "whoo-hoos" from Sasha and Connie, causing you to giggle. But when your eyes wandered over your husband's face, every ounce of color was drained from you.

He looked furious. 

With a swift motion, he twirled your body into an empty tent like you weighted nothing. In an instant, the alcohol left your system and you felt as clear as ever. You sounded small when you exclaimed, "Jean, we are basically breaking into someone's home!"  "I don't fucking care! Are you serious about all of this?" His voice was even louder, due to the sudden silence. "What do you mean, baby?" you pouted, clinging onto the act of being oblivious. Jean was still holding onto your wrist as he dangerously stepped closer, forcing you to back up. His amber orbs bore into your skull and your brain couldn't quite decide if it should signal you arousal or fear. Your heart began pounding in a rapid pattern.

Boo-Boom Boo-Boom Boo-Boom Thud! 

As your legs hit something hard, you fell back, surprisingly though, you were being met by something soft. Some sort of bed or sofa caught your fall. Jean towered over you, his jaw flexed. Hair standing at the base of his neck. The only light that was provided, came from the party tent, but you could still make out his trembling muscles. Your lover's scent was musky, heavy, intoxicating. A perfect match for his glorious anger.

"Don't act coy. You teased me all fucking day," he growled. His breath danced on your nose and goosebumps dared to bloom on your surface. "I hate hiding our relationship," was all you were able to whisper.  Jean grabbed your cheeks between his slender fingers, forcing your expression into a pout. He pulled you so close, that his lips were brushing yours when he talked. "That doesn't mean you can behave like a damn brat. What happened to my good girl?" The pure fury in his voice was slowly replaced by lust. A thin layer of asperity hugged Jean's vocal cords. His hands slowly wandered down your sweaty neck and chest, resting on your left boob. He kneaded the flesh with firm pressure, pulling a soft whimper from you. "Seems like I need to teach you how to be an obedient girl."

You shuddered at his words but leaned more into the touch. 

Jean began to place hungry kisses along your neck, ravishing the scent of you. He couldn't hold back the animalistic groans that bubbled in his chest nor did he want to. Your lover was starving, begging, crying for the sanctuary of your body. "More...Jean. I want more..." With a loud 'plop'-sound, Jean released his lips, only so that his hands could replace the touch.  The world slowly began to spin as he gently, but unforgivingly tightened his grip around your throat. It was nothing life-threatening of course - you did this endless times before - but the thrill was as strong as the first time.  "J-jean..." His name came out thin like paper.  "Jean? I don't know him. What are you supposed to call me?"  Every muscle tightened as you desperately tried to hold the coil in your stomach at bay. A way too familiar feeling dared to rage. 

"Daddy...Please teach me how to be a good girl," you whispered into the darkness. 

In an instant your husband released his grip, causing your upper body to plump against the mattress. He was quick to crawl on top of you, pampering you with needy open-mouthed kisses. "You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" he muttered into the valley between your breasts, tearing the fabric open for better access.  With every firm touch, you felt another mark, another proof that you were his, blooming on your chest. "Ngh-I know! I am sorry, Daddy! Please-" The words got stuck in your throat as Jean grabbed you by the hip and turned you around, laying you on your stomach. 

"Sorry is not enough. Ass up," the male ordered. 

You complied, wiggling your lower half up clumsily. You heard a deep laugh, followed by a "So obedient all of a sudden." Jean didn't even try to hide the amusement, caused by the pathetic sight in front of him.   "Where was this attitude at the market?" he snarled. Suddenly you felt cold air brushing against your behind, as Jean lifted your skirt.  "Where was the attitude when you put your ass on display, like a needy whore?" The statement was underlined by a sharp sting on your right cheek and a loud smack that hollered into the night. 

You pressed your face into the mattress, trying to suppress a shriek. "I only wanted your attention," you cried, tears of pleasure prickling in your eyes.  "Seems like you got a lot of other men's attention as well. Is that how a good girl behaves?" 

Another smack followed. 

You shook your head, moaning, trembling. "Wanna behave for you, Daddy! Be your good girl!"

Jean's long arms slung around your chest and pulled you up harshly. His hot breath fanned your neck once again when he buried his face into the crook of it.  "Empty words...," he moaned, inhaling your sweet scent. "You gotta prove it." Once again his hands roamed your feverish form, freeing you of the remains of fabric that once were your clothes. 

Your husband drew circles on your shoulder with his tongue, sending delicious tingles down your spine.  A high-pitched moan from your side tore the heavy air and you said, "Make me yours."  Jean smiled against your skin. "Hmm...nasty baby girl. Do you want to have my cum? Make you a mommy so they all know who you belong to?" Once again you only mustered a weak nod.  "Thinking about it makes me so hard. You feel it?" Your lover guided your tiny hand behind you, to his crotch, where you could already feel his throbbing length through the fabric. 

"God, please - Just do something! I need you inside," you begged. 

This was enough for Jean to give in to your pleas. One arm still holding you close, he freed his aching cock just enough to be able to fuck you properly.  If you shared a seldom moment alone, your husband would take all the time in the world to tease you with his tongue and fingers, but right now he was so desperate for the warmth of your cunt. Your spurring begs weren't helping with his patience.

With one quick move, your lover slid inside, tearing a sound of pleasure from you. "Feels so good!" you exclaimed, fighting for air. Jean grunted, pushing you back into the bed, gripping your hips once again while increasing his speed. His erected cock hammered without mercy into your neddy hole, giving you what you deserved.  Between gritted teeth he cursed and praised you at the same time, slapping your jiggly cheeks over again. Like mantra pet names rolled off his tongue, praying to you like a goddess.

"Gonna make you mine forever! Gonna breed you, goddamit!" 

At this point, the whole party must have heard you, but you couldn't care less. The man gifting you this immense pleasure was the only thing you cared about. How he made you feel full. How made you feel loved. As your husband's thrusts became sloppy with every passing second, you could feel he was close. With one synced, final moan the both of you came undone. The planets seemed to align and you swore that the whole universe guided you to this moment. He painted your walls white, coating every inch of your begging cunt and you felt grateful for it. Jean practically collapsed on you, pulling you into a tight embrace like he wanted to hold onto that moment a little longer. He nuzzled his head lovingly in your hair, inhaling the sweet afterglow. "We didn't just really fuck in someone else's home, didn't we?" you suddenly burst out, giggling like a child. Your husband chuckled against your scalp and kissed it softly. "And I would do it again, little mama."

[misojunnie]

PEACHES ─ xmh. ᜊ⋆ﾟ⊹

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃

fresh peaches picked straight off the tree always reminded you of home, the summer breeze, the sticky frozen treats, and the blazing sun. they brought good memories, nostalgic places, but most importantly, they brought xu minghao.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

genre: fluff, angst, college au, brother’s best friend!minghao x fem!reader

warnings: substance use, a sprinkle of family issues, disloyal past relationships, break ups, toxic relationships and cheating, 22 yr old reader / 24 yr old hao

featuring: minghao and svt! (ft. brother jun) + twice

word count: 26.2k

playlist: peaches by kai, chaser by woodz, habit by seventeen

status: in progress.

# taglist: @msxflower @enhacolor @hiqhkey

# network tags: @ficscafe @kflixnet​ @k-radio​

back to masterlist !​

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

[more below the cut!]

𝐢. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

You licked up the side of the dripping, vivid orange popsicle clutched in your hand, a lit cigarette tucked in your other, perched delicately between your index and middle finger as you walked down the sunny street. You must’ve been a strange sight to most, something so childish as a creamsicle held by the same person as a smoking cigarette. But you couldn’t help it.

You had promised yourself nearly two years ago to never smoke again. Mingyu hated the smell more than anything, and when he remained firm in his resolve to not kiss you while you smoked, you decided to quit for his sake. You knew it wasn’t healthy to fall back on bad habits, but difficult times called for difficult measures, and it was certainly a difficult time.

Your apartment came into view as you walked down the street, the worn out soles of your converse highs tapping lightly against the pavement as you approached the large building drenched in golden sunlight. It was a beautiful day. And that really pissed you off. Turning your key in the lock, you opened the door to your dingy shared apartment, taking in the sight of the seemingly empty room, rays of midday sun peeking in through the open windows. You kicked off your shoes, putting out the cigarette on the sole of the left one before your brother could notice, although you knew he would figure it out anyway. He had a way of always finding out when you did something you weren’t supposed to.

“Junhui! I’m home!” you called out, hoping that your brother hadn’t yet arrived from classes, and that you could rinse some mouthwash before he smelled the tobacco on your tongue. To your chagrin, the dusty blond boy emerged from the bathroom with a toothbrush dangling from one end of his mouth, wide eyed and with a foamy smile on his lips. You put on a smile to match his own as he walked to the door, helping you take off your jacket and hang it up, even though the help wasn’t needed.

“Welcome home! You want some tea?’ he asked, hanging up your denim jacket on a coat rack by the door. Before you could respond, he scrunched up his nose, a disgusted look coming over his face as he brought the fabric up to his face, taking a deep inhale from the powdery blue cloth as you grimaced sheepishly. He dropped the fabric, growing closer to you, sniffing with a skeptical look. Apparently he got the confirmation he needed from the prevalent smell of smoke in your hair, as he backed up, crossed his arms, and sighed heavily with a disappointed frown. “Y/n…”

“I know, I know.” you interrupted before he could finish his sentence, waving him off as you removed your school bag from your shoulder and set it on the ground by the doormat. “I told you I would quit.”

“So why’d you smoke?”

“You smoked?” another voice said, a head of dark brown hair popping out from the kitchen, startling you greatly. Minghao seemed to have appeared out of thin air, nowhere to be seen when you had done a quick once over of the apartment upon your entry. But now that you noticed his presence, you began to smell the familiar scent of tomato and eggs wafting through the small kitchen. The older boy brought out three teal bowls, all filled to the brim with appetizing rice, tomato, eggs, and green onion scattered on the top. “You’ve been clean for a long time.”

“I’m well aware.” you sighed, taking a seat at the little table in your makeshift “dining room”, barely large enough to seat three people, as Minghao slid a dish in front of you. The steaming plate of food sent you straight back to your times from middle school when you would wake up, roll out of bed, and stumble to the kitchen to see a smiling Minghao holding a plate full of breakfast. “Thanks for the food.”

“Hey! I’m not done brushing my teeth!” Junhui protested, running back to the bathroom, a bit of toothpaste dripping down his chin as he rushed to wash out his mouth. Minghao just chuckled quietly in amusement, sitting down in the seat across from you with an undistinguishable expression.

“So, what happened that made you smoke your first cigarette in three years?” You scoffed, taking a spoonful of eggs and shoving it into your mouth, eyebrows already furrowing at the mere memory of what had happened just earlier this morning.

“What, you’ve been keeping count?” you asked.

“You know I have.” he said, taking a small bite from his bowl without yielding his questioning gaze. When you didn’t respond, he propped his elbows up on the table, leaning his head on the tops of his intertwined hands. “I’ve known you for a long time. And if I know anything about you, it’s that you’re stubborn as hell. I don’t think you would’ve given up on quitting so easily.” You sighed. 

It was undeniably true. Today had been an unusually horrible day, bad enough to make you break your three year abstinence from cigarettes, which wasn’t normal of your iron resolve. Minghao could read you like a book. Probably better than a book, considering he didn’t read many.

“Nothing important.”

“We both know that’s bullshit.” he said matter-of-factly. “C’mon, you trust me, right? I’m your best friend.” It was smug of him to say it in that way when he knew he was Junhui’s best friend, but he was right. You absolutely trusted him, you always have, ever since he walked through the door on Jun’s third day of junior high, your brother bouncing with excitement from finding another Chinese student at his school. 

Even though he was Junhui’s best friend, he felt like he was yours too. He had always been there for you, like he day he finally overcame his inherent weakness to punch Lee Chan in the face after he called you a whore, or the day Joshua Hong stood you up on prom night for his ex and Minghao rented out a tux last minute to take you himself, even if it caused your brother to slap him later that night. 

He was as much a part of your life as he was Junhui’s, and that’s why you decided to finally tell him the truth about what had caused your utterly shitty day.

“Mingyu broke up with me.” you said, stirring your straw in the cup of water that Minghao had placed by your seat. The boy in front of you had an inexplicable expression on his face, and you weren’t sure what emotions were passing through his head at the moment. “It seems like the entire school found out before I did. He didn’t even have the balls to break it off until lunchtime, even though he went around telling everyone we were split since yesterday.” You could’ve been imagining it, but you were practically certain that you saw Minghao’s knuckles clench in anger, but if he was agitated, he didn’t show it, just calmly taking another bite of his meal.

“Didn’t see that coming.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Minghao knew better than anyone what your relationship with Mingyu was like. After all, Mingyu was his classmate, and the boy you met on the date he and Boo Seungkwan set you up with, without your brother’s consent, you might add. But you didn’t allow him to provoke you, simply taking another bite and looking at your bowl as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. He nodded with an expectant look that made you feel as though you had to give him the rest of the news, and you sighed.

“Turns out he met back up with his old childhood friend a few weeks ago. You remember Tzuyu?” Minghao nodded again, and you continued with a heavy exhale, glancing over your shoulder to see if Junhui had returned, which, startlingly enough, he hadn’t, apparently still in the bathroom. “He’s in love with her.”

“No way.” Minghao said, and it was hard for you to tell if he was kidding, but after a few moments you decided he wouldn’t treat you with so much sarcasm while you were in a sensitive moment. Although, that betrayed all logic considering he just did it minutes previously.

“Yeah. Apparently she ‘helped him figure out he didn’t have feelings for me anymore’. So he told her he was going to break up with me.”

“And she told Momo, who told Jihyun, who told Sana,” Minghao continued, seeming to sense where the story was going.

“And she told everyone.” you finished. “I’m surprised you didn’t find out. I would’ve thought you’d be the first person to know.” You stirred the straw in your drink for the second time, absentmindedly twirling the metal tube between your pointer finger and thumb and watching the ice cubes glide through the liquid.

“I missed class today,” he admitted. “I had some business to take care of.” You knew better than to ask what, just nodding. “Jun doesn’t know…”

“And he can’t.” you emphasized, lifting your head up to gaze at him fiercely. “You know what he’d do if he found out.”

“...Mingyu would beat him to a pulp if he tried.”

“I know. But that won’t stop him.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you challenged him with your eyes, and he lifted his hands in surrender, letting out a little sigh as he caved, and you took a bite in triumph.

“Alright, I give up. I won’t tell your brother.”

“Won’t tell me what?” Junhui asked, timing horrible as usual as he came around the back of your chair with a suspicious look to sit next to Minghao at the other side of the table, the latter giving him a smile.

“I’m desperately in love with your sister.” he grinned, and Jun slapped him on the back of his head, your cheeks flaming as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

“Hey, cut it out.” Junhui complained, picking up his bowl of food, which had already grown cold in his long absence. “Jesus, I’d rather you not tell me.” Minghao gave you a wink and a thumbs up when your brother wasn’t looking, and you smiled gratefully, albeit tightly, in return, hoping he didn’t notice how your cheeks began to feel like fire and your heart pounded like a drum in your chest.

Dinner was energetic as usual, and it was somewhat encouraging to see how little things had changed at home, despite the big shift in your life outside your doorstep. Jun and Minghao easily lifted you out of your slump, and despite the haunting reminder that you had to go back to school the next day, you were feeling better than you had all morning. Junhui had begrudgingly agreed to washing the dishes after a fierce game of rock paper scissors, which had ended unfortunately for the navy haired boy. 

As the rushing sound of the sink soothed you, you rested your hair against the oaken table, letting your gaze focus on the sights outside your front window. When you caught sight of the peaceful view outside, something catching your eye, you sat up quickly.

“Hao.” you said, and Minghao let out a little noise of acknowledgement from beside you, head down on the table with his arms shielding his face from the last rays of sunlight slipping under the horizon. “There’s peaches on the tree outside.” He lifted his head from the table, face red and puffy from where he had pressed it, and gave a glance to the round fruits beginning to grow from buds on the tree just outside your apartment.

“They look pretty.” he said simply, moving to rest his head again.

“It’s weird. Peaches bloom in summer.”

“Maybe the tree knew we needed a bit of joy in the spring.” he said, voice muffled against the wooden surface. “They bloomed early for us.” You slowly lowered yourself back down to the table, a soft smile on your face thinking of his words. Maybe the peaches did bloom for you, maybe they knew that you craved something refreshing, a change in the old monotony of Seoul. Maybe they knew you were missing the trees that used to grow in your childhood home’s backyard. Or better.

  Maybe they knew that Mingyu hated peaches.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

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𝐢𝐢. 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

“For the last time Dahyun, no.” you insisted with a deep and frustrated exhale as your best friend pouted from across the table. You averted your eyes from her doe expression, afraid that her pretty pleading might actually convince you to agree to her horrible idea. “I’m not going on a blind date. It’s too early.”

“Come on, y/n.” she pleaded, hands together. “You need to move on from that asshole, and soon. Mingyu’s party is coming up next weekend, and you have to prove to him that you’re better off without him.” she said, gesturing wildly at nothing. You sucked on your bubbling soda, unbothered, more focused on the sticky feeling of your bare thighs on the hot seats of the restaurant from where your shorts had ridden up than on her strange plan. Your friends Chaeyoung and Mina, however, are enraptured by her visual demonstration, hands resting on their chins as they nod along with her.

“It might be good for you.” Chaeyoung suggested, her chin resting on a perfectly manicured hand. “I think I know someone who could help.”

“The only person that could help is Mingyu, that fucking asshole, by getting back together with me.” you said bitterly, teeth subconsciously clamping around the striped yellow straw resting between your lips as you sipped on the soda clutched in your hand. The three girls across the table exchanged a look that you didn’t seem to notice, and Mina gently reached out for your hand.

“How about you just hear Dahyun out, yeah?” They were incredibly stubborn, and it made you want to slap them in the face, but you reminded yourself that their unyielding resolve is what made you love them in the first place, and kept your hand firmly at your side. A sigh escaped your mouth as you finally relinquished your tight grip on the straw, waving them on to continue as you lean back onto the sticky fabric seat.

“Continue.” Dahyun’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“Well, I was talking to Vernon about this guy-”

“I’ve heard enough.” you said, standing up and halfway ready to leave the diner  just at the mere mention of Mingyu’s best friend when Chaeyoung pulled you down with a strong tug on your shorts.

“Just hear me out.” Dahyun said petulantly, brushing her hair away from her face and continuing the story. “Vernon told me he has a friend in his grade who’s been painfully single pretty much all his life. He’s decently introverted and polite, very respectful and quiet. For the first time in years, just yesterday he finally agreed to let Vernon set up a blind date for him.” You didn’t like where this was going. You didn’t like where this was going at all, but there was something that made you hear her out, nodding silently and taking the straw back between your lips. Maybe it was that you really wanted to move on, or the boy sounded quite pleasant, or you wanted to give love another chance.

Or maybe you just wanted to spite Mingyu because he was not introverted, polite, or respectful at all.

“He’s newly 24, really smart, and pretty fun when he wants to be. And get this, he’s a cinematography and film production major. Sexy nerd type shit.” Dahyun finished smugly, knowing that you were successfully drawn in by the description of this mystery boy. You had to admit, he sounded like your type. You were always a film enthusiast, not to mention a fan of a strong willed person. Plus, introverts were always a safe bet. They were less likely to cheat on you, unlike a certain extrovert.

The three girls waited in silent anticipation as you pondered the offer, eyes down on the sunny surface of the table and teeth gnawing against the already ruined straw. After making your decision, reluctant and almost certain this would turn out to be a horrible idea as your instincts told you, you looked up into three pairs of expectant and excited eyes.

“Alright,” you caved exasperatedly, and Chaeyoung squealed. “I’ll do it. But I can’t promise any dates after this one.” The trio practically launched themselves over the table in unison to wrap you into a big hug, and you were certain they would squeeze the life out of you if they held on any longer.

“You won’t regret it y/n! I promise.” Dahyun said happily, and you sighed. 

You were fairly certain that you were, in fact, going to very much regret it.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

You browsed the aisles upon aisles of condiments in your local mart, searching for your favorite brand of chili paste. You were craving comfort food tonight, and despite Jun doing most of the cooking between the two of you, you thought it was about time that you learned to make mapo tofu. Your mother had taught you many years before, and you wanted to capitalize on your youthful mind before that core memory completely slipped from your brain. You tossed a small bottle of sichuan peppercorns into the basket clutched in your hand, your thoughts wandering as music pumped through your headphones, the volume so loud it threatened to shake your brain inside your skull. You barely had a moment of peace in the grocery store before your headphones were yanked out, the trembling bass replaced by a soothing voice near your ear.

“What’re you buying?” You practically jumped, shivering at the sound of the voice so close to your face, feeling the breath of the voice’s owner on your cheek. You whipped around, ready to slap the shit out of whatever stranger with no concept of personal space had interrupted your peaceful trip to the mart, but let out a breath of relief at the sight of an annoyingly smug, yet familiar brunette.

“Christ Minghao, never do that again.” you snapped at him, turning around to resume grabbing the container of chilies that you had finally found. It was just out of your reach, just a few inches above the tips of your finger. Your tongue peeked out from the corner of your mouth as you struggled to reach for the troublesome square box, but you soon felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder, Minghao’s long arm reaching up to easily snatch the container from the shelf that had seemed so out of reach to you.

“Here you go, m’lady.” he said teasingly, bowing playfully to present the chili paste to you as though one might present a crown to a king. You rolled your eyes, taking the red paste out of his hand and tossing it into your basket without a second glance in his direction. “Aw, don’t ignore me, angel.” You were beginning to feel confused and, more prevalently, annoyed at the sudden use of your favorite pet name.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked, ignoring his whining, and he straightened up, trailing behind you as you made your way to the produce section, searching for scallions among the recesses of the greens section.

“I just dropped by to grab something for dinner.”

“God, just my luck.” you said with a deep exhale as you bent down to grab a properly sized bundle of your desired onions from the stacks of produce. “What are the odds of meeting you here for the same reason?”

“Maybe it was fated.” he said with a shrug, and you whirled to craned your neck to face him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Since when did you start saying weird stuff like that?”

“Since Mingyu punching me in the face wasn’t a possible repercussion of my actions anymore.” he shrugged, and you could feel your cheeks growing a little warm at his strange behavior. Had Minghao always looked at you so mischievously? Had he always watched you with stars in his eyes when you were simply completing mundane, daily tasks? You shook the odd thoughts out of your head, searching for a witty comeback to throw at him to damper his grin, and hopefully cover up your flaming face.

“Me punching you is still a very plausible repercussion, and as you can see, my fists are ready and available.” That seemed to do the trick until he recovered from the snarky remark, flashing a charming smile.

“Not with that basket in your arms.” he said, picking it up out of your hands and holding it in his own, and you noticed how hot his hands were when his skin came in contact briefly with your own. “I can take that off your hands.” You failed to give a response, immersing yourself in finding the right package of ginger to distract yourself. Minghao’s eyes traveled over the ingredients in your basket, and his eyes lit up with excitement when he realized what you would be making later that night. “Are you making mapo tofu for dinner?”

“I am.” you said in response, and he bounced contentedly.

“Excellent. I’ll bring stir fry.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” you said, pushing a hand in his face as you dropped a stem of fresh ginger into the basket clutched in his hands. “I only have the capacity to deal with one hyperactive male idiot today, and that’s my brother. I thought you were making dinner for yourself. ”

“I was going to. But it’s just so sweet of you to invite me over for dinner, how could I refuse?” he simpered pretentiously, and you scowled, letting out an exasperated breath as you gave up on trying to understand him.

“Alright, whatever. Come over if you want.” Minghao smiled in triumph at your response, following along behind you as you made your way to the cashier, pulling out your credit card from your wallet. You turned at the last moment before you approached the little conveyor belt to carry your basket to the register, pushing a finger so close to Minghao’s face it almost pressed against his nose. “That stir fry better have snow peas. And a generous amount of meat.” He grinned coyly, giving you a playful salute as you handed your card to the cashier.

“Yes ma’am.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

You simply could not believe that after practically a decade since you had met Minghao, he was still capable of convincing you he was a good cook. Tomato and eggs was among about three dishes, all of which were egg focused, that he could cook, and when he tried to cook anything else, it was a disaster waiting to happen. So when he told you he didn’t have time to cook the stir fry at home, you naturally excused it and told him to take a seat. 

You shouldn’t have let him convince you to let him help with dinner, but the heaps of groceries in the canvas bag he toted in his hand that he had brought in preparation made you feel bad. So you allowed him a third of the kitchen to make his silly little stir fry, which turned out to be more of a science experiment than anything.

“Minghao, stop.” you said for what had to be the sixteenth time that night, sighing as you took the knife away from his, careful not to cut yourself. “You do not need to cut the carrots that small.”

“They’re a choking hazard.” he argued, and you had to suppress the urge to smack him. What happened to the peaceful Minghao from yesterday? Because you desperately wanted him back. You pressed both of your hands to the small of his back, shoving hard and sending him out of the kitchen with one push.

“Stay out. Go play with Junhui or something.”

“Play? I’m not five.” he said sassily, and laughed under your breath as he stomped away petulantly to go find your brother, likely about to drag him into playing a video game or whatever they did when they were together. It seems that Minghao’s sympathetic ‘post-y/n-breakup period’ had passed quickly, and he had shifted into some kind of mix of flirtiness and consistent pain in the ass. He often would set his hands on your shoulder for just a second too long, or smile charmingly when you asked him a question he didn’t know the answer to, going as far as dropping a pick up line or two when your brother was out of earshot. He sure knew how to use his looks to convince you to do things. A mere few minutes after you had begun to cook peacefully, a voice startled you out of your culinary reverie.

“Y/n!” Jun yelled from the other room, and you rolled your eyes, checking the wok full of bubbling sauce to make sure it wouldn’t burn before abandoning Minghao’s butchered pile of carrot chunks that you had been attempting to repair and making your way to the hallway.

“What?!” you yelled back, head peeking into the hallway where your brother’s voice was coming from, and immediately sticking out your tongue at the sight you were confronted with. “Put a shirt on, you freak!” you yelled at your shirtless brother, who was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, one hand clutching the towel hanging around his waist and the other held out in front of him as he dashed through the hall.

“Y/n! Where’d my freaking purple shirt go? I’ve been looking for it for ten freaking minutes!” he yelled, and you appreciated how much of an effort he was making not to curse, despite sounding a bit silly in the process.

“How would I know?” you screeched in response, not daring to take a step into the hallway lest you see your brother naked and permanently traumatize yourself. He didn’t respond, too immersed in his own panic, and you assumed he had a date or something important happening that got him so worked up. Letting out a breath of exasperation, you entered the hall cautiously, faintly recalling that you had borrowed his lavender button up for a meeting with your friends, and you reluctantly made your way to your bedroom, praying to god that you didn’t incidentally walk past your brother finding clothes, or lack thereof.

You were surprised to see your bedroom door firmly shut, the white door pushed into its frame and a faint voice coming from behind it. You didn’t recall inviting anyone into your room, in fact, there was an explicit sign taped to the front of the white wood that stated “y/n’s room: keep out”. You pressed one of your ears against the door lightly, picking up traces of a conversation coming from a low voice, a conversation that was whispered in hushed tones and seemed very one sided.

“Alright. I said I’d do it.” a voice said exasperatedly, and you recognized it to be Minghao’s low cappuccino voice from behind the door, seemingly annoyed and speaking on the phone. “I’ll meet you tomorrow. Nothing stupid, okay?” He seemed somewhat satisfied with the answer coming from the receiver as he hung up the phone, opening the door and almost smashing into your head. You scrambled backwards, managing to make yourself look busy with something you had snatched from the bookshelf next to you, studying what you later realized was a snow globe. 

Minghao, one hand on the doorknob and another holding his phone, looked at you with wide eyes, surprise evident on his face from your sudden appearance. Shock melted into ostentation as he smirked, resting the hand that held his phone against the doorframe as he watched you panic, “Eavesdropping, are we?” You shook your head, looking up at him with an unconvincing indignation.

“Huh? No, what? I wasn’t.” you defended lamely, shaking your head and placing the snow globe back on the bookshelf. “What’re you doing in my room?”

“What, is it illegal to go into my best friend’s room?” he asked, and you crossed your arms, giving him a knowing look.

“You’re Junhui’s best friend, and I’m his little sister. He’d be pissed.” He shrugged, and you took notice of a lollipop he held between his pointer and middle finger, drooping from his hand like a cigarette before he brought the cherry red sucker to his lips and licked a stripe up the side. “Where’d you get the lollipop?” An idea seemed to pass through his mind as he tilted his head to the side, a smile coming across his face that signaled something bad was about to come out of his mouth.

“Your underwear drawer.” That was the last thing he said before you slapped the daylights out of him.

Jun had barely managed, shirtless and covered in water, to stop you from obliterating Minghao any further than you already had as the brunette boy stood, hand pressed to his reddening face, laughing like a madman.

Minghao’s stir fry was never actually completed, the long forgotten carrots abandoned on the cutting board, and you burnt the mapo tofu horribly, considering you had left it in the pan for almost 15 minutes without attending to it. The smell of incinerated tofu seemed to be permanently wafting through the little apartment, all windows open to relieve the home of the scorched smell, to no avail. Dinner, safe to say, was an absolute failure, which only resulted in a red faced Minghao and beyond “caramelized” sauce, but still. He made you laugh all night.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand your dynamic.” Jun said, chopsticks protruding from the corner of his mouth as he munched on a badly burnt piece of tofu. “You’re always at each other’s throats, yet you seem weirdly… serene isn’t the right word.”

“Maybe it is.” Minghao said, who had calmed himself once his adrenaline died down and he began to feel the actual sting from the abrasion on his face. “I think we’re pretty serene, wouldn’t you say?” Your brother seemed to give him a vaguely confused and suspicious look, but you ignored him, nodding around a mouthful of rice.

“I think I’d say so.” You gulped down your bite. “But I just slapped you in the face, so I don’t know if my word is reliable.” you coughed out, and Jun stood, pushing his chair in and jabbing a finger towards the hallway to signal his need for the bathroom.

“I didn’t mind, you know.” Hao said nonchalantly once Jun was out of view, resting an elbow on the table and cradling his head in his hand. You gave him a skeptical look, but he just stared back at you. It made you wonder, did he always have such eyes? Eyes that held an infinite galaxy behind them? Such inexplicable eyes. “If seeing that smile on your face means you have to slap me daily, I wouldn’t mind.”

“God, I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” your cheeks flamed.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

─

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

It was either the pale yellow dress, or the white pantsuit. You were honestly having quite a hard time choosing, both seeming like the wrong option. 

Today was the day of your blind date, and rather than setting you up properly, Dahyun had chosen to pass your phone number to the menace Vernon himself, who told you the location and time through a drunken text last night at 2 am. Sufficient to say, you were not satisfied with the arrangement. 

However, you persisted, keeping your word, which led you here. To an hour-long struggle about which outfit to wear to the date that might be the saving grace needed to revive your love life, or might be a disaster.

“The yellow.” Junhui said, resting against the doorframe with his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his jaw set. He had been less than happy all yesterday once finding out about your sudden plans that interrupted weekly “sibling time” —Vernon planned the date for a very bad day— and you had been putting up with your petulant older brother all morning. He was especially cranky considering the bad outcome of his date three days previous, and the fact that the very boy who stole his new “potential girlfriend” was the one ruining his bonding time. “What’s Vernon Chwe got planned that’s so important it interrupts our time?” You rolled your eyes less than subtly.

“Jun, we have plans every week. One missed day of bonding time isn’t going to ruin our relationship.” He’s right. The yellow dress was the best choice. You picked up the dress as Jun turned around to let you change in privacy.

“Still, Vernon? Honestly.” he huffed, releasing his grip on his arms and letting them drop to his sides. You came out from the closet area, fully clothed, and he turned back around, wagging a warning finger at you. “Don’t stay out too late. And-”

“Don’t stay out late?” you scoffed, hands to your ear and adjusting the new earrings you had bought, two little white daisies with a delicate gold chain that dangled so long it almost touched your shoulder. “What am I, fifteen?”

“-And don’t let Mingyu know.” Jun finished, and your jaw tightened, hands dropping from your ear.

“I got it.” you said tensely. “Don’t worry about Mingyu. I don’t think he cares.”

“If you say so.” Junhui said with a little sigh, backing away from the door. “Have fun. I’m making dinner, if you make it back in time.”

“Alright, I’ll try.” you said, brushing off the dust from the skirt of your dress and running up to your brother quickly, planting a light kiss on his cheek as you snatched your purse from the handle of your door. “See you soon Jun!”

“Have a good time!” he called after you, watching as you slipped on your converse and ran out the door. As soon as the door closed and you were out of sight, his smile dropped, melting into a look of concern. “She’s not telling me something.” He mused, exhaling deeply and trying to shake off his worries as he went to the kitchen. Maybe cutting up some of the peaches from outside would make him feel better.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

You weren’t early. In fact, you were right on time, sitting at a little chestnut colored table in the corner of the cafe, strumming your fingers across the wooden surface with an expectant look on your face. It was 5:30, and the cafe wasn’t rather busy yet, considering that it was far from campus and the students were busy at the nearby, always crowded boba shop. The nice location was one thing you thanked Vernon for, you supposed. You glanced down at the watch on your wrist. It was Jun's, and your brother had insisted you bring it with you in case your phone died, which was unlikely, but you appreciated the thought. The face now read 5:45, and you let out a little sigh. 

No, it wasn’t that you were early. It was that your date was late.

“My apologies for the tardiness.” a voice said from behind you, and you let out a shaky exhale at the sudden startle. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but by the time you turned to see who it was, they were gone, a rustling sound now coming from across you. The sight you were met with when you turned around was hardly something you could have expected, in fact, it was likely the last person you thought you would see.

“Minghao?” you asked in utter disbelief, and the boy only smiled, leaning his head on his upturned palm, elbow resting on the table.

“Hello, y/n.”

“You don’t seem surprised to see me.”

“I could recognize you anywhere, even if it’s just the back of your head.” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face despite your annoyance. “Vernon’s a pretty bad planner, isn’t he?”

“I thought he knew we knew each other.” you said with a small chuckle. “If I knew Vernon was setting me up with you, I never would’ve come.” A pout came across the older boy’s face as he leaned back in his seat.

“Oh, y/n. That wounds me.” he feigned insult, pressing his hand over his heart dramatically, and you clicked your tongue.

“Like you wouldn’t have skipped out yourself if you knew.” you scoffed, and he shook his head seriously, the beginning of a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“I still would’ve come.” Your cheeks warmed up slightly at his nonchalant comment. Lately, it felt like you were blushing around him a lot more than usual.

“Right.” you brushed off his comment and cleared his throat, hoping he assumed you were unaffected and didn’t notice the flustered look on your face. “You think Vernon knows I’m Jun’s sister?” 

“Likely not. Vernon’s a little innocent at times, some say clueless.” Minghao sat up straight as the waiter dropped by, placing two coffees on the table and a pastry.

“Odd. I didn’t order anything.” Minghao picked at the pastry, inspecting the filling and sighing disappointedly when he discovered it was apple.

“Maybe fate knew we needed some coffee to get us through the day,” he joked. You nodded in agreement, picking up your cup of much-needed caffeine in a toast before bringing it to your lips and taking a long sip of the rejuvenating liquid. Minghao did the same, eyes drifting to the front counter of the cafe and laughing under his breath at something he saw. While he seemed distracted, you took the chance to silently address him properly, shamelessly looking him up and down. 

He dressed up. Minghao was never one to be caught wearing anything less than fabulous, but he seemed to have dressed to impress more than usual, wearing a pair of khaki pants, a long sleeve white blouse, a large light brown coat, a beret and– were those suspenders? You had never seen him looking so refined and, well, beautiful. But all you could think of was how the poor boy must be sweltering under all the layers. 

“I didn’t think I looked that good.” he said, and you brought your eyes back up to his face only to see a shit-eating grin across his lips. “But judging by your expression I assume I made the right choice on what to wear.” You covered your mouth, hoping your horror at being caught wasn’t conveyed obviously on your face, but judging by how his smile only widened, your cheeks were probably flaming.

“Don’t be so full of yourself.” you countered lamely.

“Don’t worry, angel. You’re the most stunning one here today.” Great. You think your face just got even warmer. You only chuckled awkwardly in response.

“What’s got you so flirty lately?” you asked, laughing nervously.

“Your lack of a boyfriend, I suppose.” he said, resting his chin on his fist. Was this how it was supposed to be, then? Was Minghao always going to be this way, and Mingyu was just in the way? Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal, but it made your head hurt just thinking about it, so you decided not to.

“Right.” you said quietly, and Minghao seemed to notice your change in attitude, quickly composing himself and shifting away from his previous playful demeanor. A few moments of silence passed between the two of you as you picked uselessly at the uneaten pastry in the middle of the table, your coffee growing cold.

“You wanna know something?” he asked, finally breaking the silence, and you looked up to meet his eyes. “I think Vernon is shit at planning a date.” This finally elicited a giggle from you, and Minghao stood, pushing in his chair and nodding his head for you to follow him. “You wanna get out of here?”

“You read my mind.” you laughed, grabbing your purse hanging from the back of the chair and pulling it onto your shoulder. Minghao offered his hand, and you hesitated to take it, hands waiting nervously at your sides. “Is the coffee paid for?” You saw Minghao look over to the counter, and you swore you could’ve seen him send a wink to a particularly familiar cafe worker before he turned back to you.

“Doesn’t matter. They can’t catch us if we run.” 

“Xu Minghao, you are a bad influence.” you suppressed a smile, finally taking his hand and allowing him to lead you out of the cafe as he beamed.

Neither of you had a particular place in mind to go. Minghao lived over thirty minutes by car away from the inconveniently placed cafe, a two hour commute on foot, and it made no sense to walk there only to grab his car and drive to another location. Your car was unfortunately being fixed by a friend of yours, Seungcheol, who had promised it would be done multiple days ago, but it unfortunately turned out to be an empty promise. So, the two of you merely walked around town together, Minghao’s hands in his pockets and yours strangely itching to hold his.

“So, your love life has been boring I’m going to assume.” he said, pulling off his topmost layer, the burdensome coat, and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, letting out a breath of relief once he felt the wind on his exposed neck.

“That’s a silly question.” you laughed scornfully under your breath. “You know it has been. Especially since the breakup.” He nodded, avoiding your gaze. “What about you, Hao? I would’ve thought you’d be good with the ladies. I have an excuse for wanting to go on a blind date, but you don’t.” He clicked his tongue, looking at his shoes as the two of you wandered to nowhere in particular. Minghao seemed to ponder this statement for quite a while, no response coming from him as he thought, staring out at the sun and the way it was beginning to set in the sky, sending streaks of pinks and orange through the previously blue horizon.

“I’ve had someone in my heart for a while. I thought going on a date might help me get over her.” At his words, you looked up with surprise evident on your face, which quickly transformed into pure delight.

“Oo, Minghao’s in love?” you asked teasingly, and he further avoided meeting your eyes, kicking at a pebble lying on the pavement. “Oh, come on, Hao. You have to tell me who it is.” When he finally made eye contact, you noticed the bittersweet look in his eyes, how he watched you with disdain, before biting his lip and looking away again, distracting himself with another pebble found on the floor.

“You don’t want to know.” he said, and you knew to leave it alone, which you did. 

The silence held a tension that had never been present between you and him. You and Minghao always had somewhat of a comfortable aura when you were together, whether you were bantering, cooking, studying, or trading secrets on the couch at 2 am while Junhui was still asleep. But today, something was different. 

Something felt strange as the sun set in the sky, and with every inch that the star dipped down below the horizon, the urge to hold his hand only grew stronger, but you attempted to banish the thought from your head. You gulped, hoping it might satiate the burning feeling in your stomach, but it did nothing. 

A few seconds that felt like an eternity passed before you finally mustered up the courage to hold out your hand, which he looked at dully, not seeming to quite understand what you were asking for. 

“What?”

“Hold my hand.” It sounded like a demand rather than a question, and he widened his eyes, taken aback by the sudden offer. Neither of you quite realized that you both had stopped walking, your hand unwavering and hovering between the two of you, Minghao’s still firmly tucked into his pockets. “Hao. Hold my hand.” After a moment, realization creeped across his face, and he chuckled, placing his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. His skin was soft, just the faintest bit of sweat across his palm, and you could smell the sweet fragrance of his hand lotion.

“Thanks, angel. I needed that.” You suppressed a smile at the pet name. He seemed to have developed a fondness for it, and you couldn’t help but find it a little cute.

After a moment of thinking, you shook your head, attempting to rid yourself of these sudden thoughts. This was Minghao. The idiot who forgot to pick up a licenseless 17 year old Jun from kung fu practice and left the boy to cry by himself in front of a 7/11. The boy who stayed up watching movies with you until three in the morning when you got rejected by Yoon Jeonghan in front of the entire school, the boy who drove halfway across town to get you takeout from your favorite restaurant while you had nasty cramps, the boy who took you out to prom when you were stood up, the boy that taught you wushu after a girl at school beat you in a fistfight, and helped kick her and her boyfriend’s ass when they wanted a rematch. The boy that was always there for you and – shit, now you’re blushing again.

“You ok?” he asked, leaning down to get a better look at your face. “Your hand is warm. Are you sick?” He smiled wolfishly. “Or is that just my effect on you?”

“You never stop.” you scoffed under your breath, and he laughed in response, squeezing your hand comfortingly. “Confidence is attractive, but there’s a thin line between that and arrogance, you know.”

“You love it.” he said, facing the sky.

“Yeah. Maybe I do.” you snapped back, and he coughed on his own saliva, which elicited a giggle, making him whirl to face you with an embarrassed look on his face. “What? Are you the only one allowed to drop snarky one-liners?”

“Wen y/n, when I get my hands on you-”

“You already have them on me.” you said back, and he stuttered, attempting to formulate a witty response. You took advantage of his silence, changing the topic as something large and sparkling entered your peripheral vision. “Oh look, a diner!” you exclaimed excitedly, letting go of his hand to run up the driveway of a cute restaurant, decorated like it just came out of the fifties. When Minghao didn’t follow, you turned back to beckon him forward with a wide smile on your face. “Come on!”

“Coming, coming.” he said with a sigh, tucking his lonely hand back into his pocket and trudging up the concrete driveway.

He really didn’t want you to let go of his hand yet.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

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𝐢𝐯. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

The sun had fallen far past the horizon by the time you were seated in the cushy crimson leather booth, and it made you wonder how time could fly by so fast. It seemed as though a mere hour before it was only 5:3o.

“Hello.” a sweet looking young man said, approaching your table with a pad of paper in his hand and a pink apron tied around his waist, straws and plastic forks tucked into the gaping pockets. With his free hand, he set down two opaque plastic glasses on the table, filled to the brim with ice cold water and a red straw dangling from the side. “My name is Wonwoo, and I’ll be your server for today.” You both gave him a nod of acknowledgement and he flashed a smile that seemed sent straight from the heavens, pearly whites all displayed in a row. “What can I get for you guys tonight?” You could’ve sworn that Minghao had scooted closer from his position when you first sat down, his thigh lightly pressing against yours, your exposed skin hitting the soft fabric of his tan pants, and you inched away to put some space between you, hoping he wasn’t close enough to hear your erratic heartbeat.

“You want food?” Minghao turned and asked nonchalantly, and you nodded, already feeling your stomach rumbling in protest of your lack of lunch. He turned back to the server, clearing his throat as his eyes scanned the menu. “One American style cheeseburger, and one chicken sandwich, with light sauce and no onions, please.” You grinned subtly at the fact that he remembered your food preferences.

“No problem.” Wonwoo muttered under his breath, hastily writing down your order, the pen cap perched between his teeth as he scrawled. He removed the cap from his lips, twirling it between his fingers as he looked up again, eyes searching between the two of you. “Any drinks with that? Something for the lady?” Minghao didn’t miss the way the older boy’s eyes scanned you, subtly attempting to look you up and down with his peripherals and grinning when your eyes met his. You were surprised at the sweet looking smile the angelic boy sent you when you looked up, and you smiled back in response. Minghao, on the other hand, scowled insecurely and draped his arm across the back of the seats, his sleeve rolled up and the bare, hot skin of his lower arms mere centimeters away from the back of your neck. 

“You want a drink?” he asked, leaning in, and your face flushed, nodding as you attempted to hide behind your menu. “Sure, we’ll take a strawberry milkshake.” Minghao held up two fingers as he challenged the waiter with his eyes alone. “Two straws, please.” Wonwoo coughed awkwardly, making sure to note it down on his paper.

“Of course,” he said politely. “Will that be all?” When Minghao nodded in confirmation, he gathered the menus in one sweep before turning and walking away stiffly. Minghao laughed under his breath, and you rolled your eyes.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Of course it was.” Now that the tension had dissipated and the server was far away from your table, you expected him to move away, but he simply moved his arm a bit closer, using his free hand to tuck a strand of flyaway hair behind your ear. 

He was close, much too close. He was close enough that you could detect the subtle scent of his sweet cologne, feel the silkiness of his blouse on your arm and see every detail in his bright, brown eyes. A few strands of his hazelnut hair dangled in front of his eyes, and you resisted the urge to brush them away. Before you could act on the feeling, he reached up to push his hair away himself, and you cleared your throat to ease the scratchy feeling in your esophagus. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. You couldn’t recall a time you had felt like this before, nervous and sweating, yet so content to simply sit and watch as he brushed a spot of dust off of his clean blouse. A warm feeling crept into your stomach, and you weren’t sure where it was coming from, but you desperately wanted it to go away. 

“Something the matter?” Minghao said with concern, seeming to have noticed the way your brows had furrowed and your lower lip was tugged between your teeth.

“Nothing at all.” you dismissed, and he nodded skeptically in response.

“I’m sorry.” he said suddenly, the abrupt apology surprising you. “I know this probably wasn’t the date you were imagining. After your breakup, I’m sure the last thing you needed was to be matched up with me…” he trailed off, avoiding your gaze as he looked out the window, chin resting on his hand.

“No, that’s not it at all.” a quiet sigh escaped your lips, and he turned back to you with glassy and unblinking eyes. “I had a nice time today. If anything, I’m glad it was you.” His eyes widened at that, smile lines appearing slightly in his cheeks as his lips spread in excitement.

“You mean that?”

“Of course. You’re my best friend, after all.” He chuckled in response, pushing a strand of flyaway hair behind his ear.

“Of course.” That same silence washed over you again, its hands gripping tightly around your throat and choking out all the words you wanted to say. 

The sun was already low in the sky, the streaks of pink and orange that had painted the horizon melting into a soothing navy blue, stars freckling across the heavens like flickers of white paint. It was a cool night, the soft breeze filtering through the leaves of the trees, sending petals of the newly blooming cherry blossoms down the street.

It was a nice night. Too nice to be spent in silence. 

Just as you were about to break the tension by speaking, a presence burst through the front door of the diner, tired, disheveled, and clearly upset.

“Xu Minghao!” he yelled, disturbing the customers, and you couldn’t tell if it was sadness or anger that was laced in his voice. He stomped over to your table, putting a large hand down on the marble counter with a frown, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. “You didn’t pay for that croissant, you asshole.”

“You gave me apple.” Minghao said, tucking the straw of his water in between his lips and taking a small sip with satisfaction. “I don’t pay for things I didn’t order.” Vernon stumbled over his words, blowing out a frustrated breath as he settled on no response. You took note of his uniform, an extremely familiar tan apron around his waist, a black, chalkboard name tag dangling from the right strap that clearly read “Jihoon”, which was certainly not his name. It suddenly dawned on you where you had seen it before, and you pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“You were working at the cafe!” you said, mouth gaping as Vernon only gave you a sheepish grin in return to your exclamation. You turned to your brunette companion who was sipping on water, an amused smile dancing across his face. “Was this your doing? I knew I saw you smile towards the front earlier!”

“I didn’t do anything, angel.” Minghao said, raising his hands in supposed innocence. “Ask the little doorway creep why he was following us, not me.” Vernon pointed to himself, wondering if he was the alleged ‘doorway creep’ your date had mentioned, and you put up a defensive hand in front of him out of pity for the poor, thoroughly disoriented boy.

“Hey, at least he tried. You have to give him props for finally getting you to go on a date. You’re gathering dust at this point.” you fired back, and Minghao smiled in acknowledgement and surrender, seemingly giving up on the banter. Vernon watched the two of you go back and forth suspiciously, a hand rubbing at his chin thoughtfully as he listened to your exchange.

“You seem like you know each other.” he said slowly, and Minghao sighed.

“Vernon,” he said, cupping your chin with one of his hands, which you found to be very soft and warm, and smelling significantly of strawberries. “Meet Wen Y/n. Junhui’s sister.” Realization creeped onto Vernon’s face as his eyes widened, confusion evident in the young boy’s expression. 

“Oh shit. You’re Mingyu’s ex.” he cursed, and you tensed up at the mention of your previous boyfriend. “Dahyun didn’t tell me you were that y/n.”

“How many y/ns could there possibly be in our school?” you scoffed, and your brunette companion laughed under his breath, covering it up with a cough. It really wasn’t Vernon’s fault he could be painfully oblivious at times, both of you knew that.

“A few, I guess.” he shrugged, tucking the apron under his arm. “Sorry about that. You must know each other pretty well then, if you really are Junhui’s sister.”

“I’ve known this nerdy brat since she played with trucks and her baby teeth were still growing in. Voluntarily or not, I know everything there is to know about her.” You slapped him on the arm, and he winced with a little frown on his plump lips. “What? Am I wrong?”

“Yeah, well you were still in your Power Rangers phase when I met you. I wasn’t the only nerd.” you bit back, and his eyes widened in betrayal.

“Hey, that information was told to you in confidence!”

“It’s not my fault you were 11 and still liked men and women who danced around in rainbow suits fighting evil.” Despite your bickering, you both looked rather amused with the conversation, fully immersed in finding the perfect diss for your inner 6th grade selves as Vernon watched you with a subtle little smile.

“Yellow is the best of the rangers, easily. She was such a badass.”

“You’re full of shit.” Minghao huffed, arms crossed as he contemplated your suggestion, firmly disagreeing. “Green is the obviously coolest one. Did you see his suit? He has a whole golden breastplate.”

“That’s not a breastplate, Minghao.”

“What’s it called then, genius?”

“Sorry, I’m not exactly a connoisseur of technical terms when it comes to power ranger suits. But if you find one of those, let me know.”

“You guys are a cute couple.” Both of you halted your argument immediately to turn to the younger boy with vehement shock and embarrassment obvious on your faces, which were growing redder by the minute.

“What did you say?” Minghao scoffed, a nervous type of scoff that revealed how caught off guard he was by his trembling voice and hot face, which was progressively getting warmer. You looked equally flustered, frozen in your spot and rooted to the seat of the sleek leather like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Vernon, however, seemed to see nothing out of the blue with his statement.

“You guys are a cute couple-” he repeated densely, and Hao waved him off.

“Yeah, I heard what you said.”

“Then why’d you ask me to repeat it?” Vernon questioned with furrowed eyebrows, and you both ignored him, coughing and readjusting in your seats.

“Go home, Vernon. I’ll comp you the money later.” The younger of the two boys seemed awfully confused by his sudden dismissal, but he obeyed and left the diner with a promise of being returned his lost money. However, even after his exit, the tension between the two of you remained.

You had never thought of being anything more than friends with Minghao. Sure, he was beautiful and arguably understood you better than anyone else, but he was also your brother’s best friend, and classmate of your boyfriend at the time. 

He was always off limits, whether being guarded by Junhui, Mingyu, or simply your own conscience telling you that he wasn’t right for you, that it could only end up poorly and possibly destroy the fragile and wonderful relationship that you had spent over a decade building. It wasn’t worth it, you always told yourself, and you never thought you could imagine him as anything more than plain old Minghao.

But Vernon Chwe calling you a cute couple suddenly filled your mind with ideas. Bad ones that could lead to dangerous feelings and even more dangerous consequences.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊