#i will give you a strawberry if you do this

[heelix1r]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 JUST ONE KISS . . . 💋

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ heeseung is thinking about your lips a little too much . . .

bela is typing . . . damn this took me a hot minute but MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN ofc i was gonna do him right 😍 also happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it :D

heeseung x f!reader | drabble | fluff | no established au

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what was the flavor of your lip gloss?

heeseung tapped his finger to his chin as he sat by himself, his eyes looking into the distance as he wondered what made you use that tube on your lips numerous times a day.

strawberry? cherry? watermelon?

whatever it was, it left a glittery pink sheen on your lips whenever you skillfully applied a swift layer across it. heeseung watched as you would pucker your lips, ending with a satisfying pop. he would continue to observe you intensely at every moment your lips moved, the way your tongue would gently graze along your lip line, the way you would subconsciously rub your lips together to smoothen out the flavor.

he looked around him, a hot blush flushed to his cheeks as he realized how deep in thought he was.

oh, just one… just one kiss and he’d know.

he could see it in the deepest caves in his imagination. he’d unravel your lipgloss to bring the fruity flavor to his nose, before hovering over you to apply it to your lips. it’s useless anyway, he would think to himself as he carefully applies a layer for you, since it’s going to be wiped away soon.

the distance between the two of you would be palpable, you’d be able to hear heeseung’s heart beating out of his chest as he’d gaze from your eyes, to your sweet lips. the desperation in his eyes was clear—he didn’t have the slightest clue on how to keep a secret from you. you could see how badly he wanted to kiss you, feeling your cheeks grow warm as he cupped your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. some of the gloss would wipe off and onto his skin.

he’d stare at you as he’d bring his thumb to his tongue to taste your gloss. he was teasing both of you—he was making you wait, but in doing so, he was driving himself mad.

you were such a tease, you. the way your voice chimed so hypnotically to heeseung’s ears, it was an invitation to watch as your lips moved, thinking about how well they’d melt when against his. the way you would breathe against his lips as he crashes your lips against yours, capturing you in an endless wave of breathless, mind-numbing kisses that lit his body on fire.

he knew he’d have his hands gripped to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, you’ll never get away from me now. but you’d never want to part from heeseung after this. he would never be able to get enough from you, he knew how dangerous it would be if he ever captured your lips in a searing kiss, but god, he wanted it bad.

he needed to feel how soft your lips were, how you felt against him when you returned his kisses fervently, reciprocating his need with your own. there were so many ways heeseung could approach you, all of them enticing them in their own way.

he could take the needy route. he could show you how badly he needed to feel your lips against his. the way he’d willingly take your hand and press your palm against his chest, allowing you to feel how your presence excited him—you’d be able to feel his heartbeat racing for you. feeling his need for you, you’d give him what he craved from you.

there was the softer approach. the way he’d slowly wrap his arms around your waist, his gaze intense against yours as he expressed his need through his eyes. the eye contact would never waver until the moment of realization traveled throughout your body. heeseung was staring intently at your lips now, knowing that you knew. he’d look at you again, begging for permission, to see if you would hesitate or push away from him as he took in the moment.

it would be so perfect.

heeseung nibbled his bottom lip, the tension thick enough to squeeze. he clutched your waist as if it was the only thing he knew how to do, his eyes closing softly as he watched you submit to his embrace, wanting the same exact thing as him.

and as he leaned down to—

“heeseung?”

he was startled by your voice, standing in front of him. you were snapping your fingers in his face, and he realized that he had really zoned out this time.

“yeah?” he asked, immediately sitting up, brushing off his trance by playing it cool.

“i thought we were going out to lunch today.”

as he stood up, he looked at your lips and parted his slightly. you were wearing that same lip gloss again. his eyes drifted downwards—he couldn’t help it, you were simply divine—as you pressed a tongue to your cheek, waiting for an answer from him.

“right, yeah. of course we still are.” clearing his throat, he followed suit with you as he shoves his hands in his pockets, ignoring the tension in his body.

as you walk along, he blurts out, “so, out of curiosity… what flavor lip gloss do you use?” you turn to him, and he’s doing his best to hide a cheeky smile.

you give him a weirded out smile, tilting your head quizzically. “and why would you want to know?” you asked.

“i told you,” he mumbled, his tone now more bashful. “i was just curious.”

heeseung marks the way your lips curl into a more confident smirk, and it makes his breath hitch. oh god, you were doing wonders to him. if only you knew how badly he wanted to kiss you right here, right now.

“that’s only for me to know,” you teased him.

heeseung felt a crashing warmth implode within himself, creeping to the softness of his skin. just one kiss, he repeats to himself. i would do anything for just one kiss.

you really weren’t making this easy for him.

[bunnyinvanilla]

sugar daddy bar!owner john price series | warnings: +18, age gap (reader is 21 and price is in his 40s), fem!reader, sugar daddy/baby relationship mentioned, not smut but suggestive.

price thought a doll like you deserved a grown, strong old man like him to treat you like a princess — spoil you rotten, wrap you up in bubble wrap and take care of you. You didn’t need to work, get your pretty hands sore and tired from pouring drinks all the time. he’d give you all the money you needed to pay off your college and to get all the pink, girly things you liked so much, ribbons and all. You just needed to sit cutely on his lap, to be his, and he’d give you the whole world. He was in his 40’s, you had only recently turned 21, a flower on the prime of her blossoming youth, who could give an old, worn out man like him some sugar.

that’s why he offered you to be his sugar baby. that offer, made you flush on the spot — he was so confident and composed, unfazed by his own words. The moment he saw redness spread over you cheeks, he knew he had you. His mustache twitched, his salt and pepper beard stretched as he wore an amused, lazy smile. you were always so obedient and compliant to him, always chirping a “yes sir” to anything he’d ask or tell you to do, a sweet, young, too young lil thing, eager to earn his praise, to feel those goosebumps trail down your skin when he muttered a gruff, deep “good girl”,

but, you’d initially declined his offer, because “I want to earn that money, sir, and I’d feel bad if you just..gave it to me like that”

oh, how honest, naive, innocent and pure you were. He admired that about you, but you could see it in his eyes, the way he cocked his thick, dark brown brow upward, that he didn’t believe you’d cling onto those words for long. He knew you were just too shy to accept, but you wanted to. You wanted to be his pretty, little girl. and he was right, as always. One particular night, you’d found a moment to lean your arms against the wooden counter and just breath. You’d been studying all morning, head buried in your notes, and when you got to the bar, you found dozens of soon to be drunk men ready to order alcohol and ask you to bring them ashtrays.

you wanted nothing more than go back home, snuggle in your pink, soft blankets and read your so loved books — it had just been a draining day, you enjoyed your job, but to be honest with yourself, the thing you liked the most was feeling john’s attention and eyes on you during your whole shift and maybe you could finally have someone provide for you.

so, that’s how you found yourself in front of his office door, hesitating lightly while millions of tiny butterflies flew around in your chest, your cheeks as red and warm as ripe strawberries under the summer sun.

knock, knock.

he’d recognized that knock. A feeble, light thud against wood. That couldn’t possibly have been Simon, whose hand could make the whole door shatter down with a single knock, nor Soap’s — bloody hell, that man never bothered to knock at all, he’d just break in.

so he wasn’t surprised to see you, standing meekly in front of his large, wooden desk, the hem of your skirt hugging your milky, bare thighs, your fingers fidgeting together and your eyes looking down at his sitting stance, shy and timid.

“what is it, doll? need ol’ price?” his voice was so rough, so husky, you wondered how it would sound from between your thighs, or from behind you, while his large palm pulled your hair to make you arch against him.

you blinked once, gathering courage to ask for what you’d secretly been daydreaming about, your boss, old enough to be your father, aging like the finest wine, showing you things you’d never ever experienced.

“about your offer, sir” your cheeks were burning, flaming up, “if I accept, can I still come here and help you around?”

“if you accepted,” he almost didn’t even let you finish, eyes already darkening at the thought, a wave of desire rushing through his weary, battle scattered heart, “you could do whatever you wanted, angel, you’d just have to say please”

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✨ fics i've read in November ✨

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Roman Empire by Speechless

(E, 11k) One day Louis answers Liam's phone while he is in the shower. That's how he meets Harry, Liam's friend who moved to Italy just a while ago. And that's how Liam loses ownership of his phone.

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“Do they sleep on the other side of the bed in Italy?”

He hears Harry laugh for a moment.

“I sleep right in the middle,” Harry replies. “Because no one will marry me.”

Louis bites back a little smile.

“Have you asked enough people?"

“The old lady walking her dog, just now.” Harry confirms. “She said no.”

Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren

(E, 5k) I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

✨ Until the Pearls Get Lost by @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k) London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

Bloom Just For You by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 7,6k) Marcel decides to get straight to the point. "So I was wondering if you’d be interested in bottoming,” he says.

He glances anxiously over at his boyfriend in time to see Louis’ eyes widen over his mug of tea. There’s a choking sound, and all of a sudden Louis is coughing violently, trying to draw in a breath as his tea goes down the wrong way.

“Oh my– oh my god, Louis!” Marcel yells, panicked.

~

Marcel has never been happier; he has a job he loves, a boyfriend he adores, and a sex life with said boyfriend that exceeds his wildest of fantasies. But there’s one thing he and Louis haven’t yet tried in the bedroom. And he can’t get the thought out of his head...

No Surprises by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 21k) “I smoke socially, sometimes. Depends who I’m with,” Harry shrugged, taking another puff. Louis watched his soft little lips wrap around it and purse just slightly on the inhale. It wasn’t the first time he considered if Harry was perfectly made just to torment him.

“Hm. I won’t send you to jail for now, then. On crimes of fibbing,” Louis decided benevolently. He was about to open his mouth to spout off some other shite before he saw Harry had a bit of a pensive look in his features despite how his eyes were a little glassy.

“Lou,” he began, and god Louis loved that he’d earned that little nickname off of him. “Can I ask you summat?” Harry added, tapping the ash of the cigarette in the tray before taking another puff.

“You just did,” Louis smiled because Harry walked right into that one. “But I’ll give you another,”

“How did you know you were queer?”

or; an office au where louis is a loveable brat and harry is working himself out

You're Not Harry Styles (or are you?) by @bluegreen28fics

(E, 20k) Singer Louis Tomlinson finally meets his crush - ex-boybander Harry Styles - on a late night talk show after he recently released a hit single mentioning Harry. They hit it off and fall in love.

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl

(E, 40k) They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

***

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

✨💎 To Fight For Freedom by @snowy38

(E, 112k) It was snowing when he went down.

His sturdy and well-worn hiking boots were tied snugly to his socked feet; the knee-high thick black fabric keeping his legs warm to almost the point his pleated kilt rested just above his knees. Almost, because there was still a good four inches of skin bared to the elements.

His father had told him he had no need to wear the traditional uniform, but Harry knew better than to believe him. In fact, the only reason his father would say such a thing was because he would rather see him in anything other than an item of clothing which resembled a skirt. The reasons for his reservations may well be justified but Harry couldn’t think about that right now.

It was snowing and he’d been shot.

✨ Into the Woods (series) by mystic_believexx

(M, 44k) The one where the future Alpha of the Tomlinson pack imprints on the human, Harry Styles.

(warning❗this story is unfinished, last update in 2017. it's so easily to fall in love with it and have your heart broken 💔)

✨ amaryllis by @hattalove

(E, 146k) "Where are we?"

"Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh.

"London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard.

"No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup."

Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis.

***

or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

'Sup by @mediawhorefics

(G, 6,7k) Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

***

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by @galacticlarry

(T, 4k) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

What happens when the boy with the pretty blue eyes from his psychology class catches his eye and starts occupying his mind?

Art of seduction by harrysprostate

(E, 13k) “Besides, I have a fiancé.”

“Does your fiancé know where you are right now?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He knows I’m out with a friend.”

Harry blinked. “A friend?”

“What, engaged people can’t have friends?”

Harry chuckled at that and shook his head very slowly. He took his time to answer, even shifted in his seat and made sure that they were making eye contact first. “Oh Louis, we’re not going to be friends.”

Louis just smirked.

~or the one where louis is engaged but that doesn't stop harry from seducing him~

✨ my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you're on my mind) by leighbot

(E, 30k) “Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”

 Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry's a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

Still Dreaming ‘Bout You by @ireallysawanangel

(T, 3k) Harry doesn’t pay much attention to football. That’s proven even more apparent when the biggest football star in the UK walks into his juice bar and he doesn’t even notice. He does start to take notice when that football star keeps coming back.

✨ Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren

(E, 42k) Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

✨ This World's Ashes by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 34k) The man stares at him, and all Harry can hear is his own heartbeat, racing.

Then the stranger turns away. He walks a few paces and bends down, picking up a large knife from the ground and shoving it into a pouch attached to his belt.

“I won’t hurt you, you know.”

Harry’s eyes snap up to the man’s face. He’s looking at Harry sincerely, palms held up as though in surrender. There’s still a knife in his right hand, though, so Harry is only slightly reassured.

Harry swallows to combat the dryness of his throat, and then says, “I won’t hurt you either.”

***

A post-apocalypse AU where Harry, battling his past as he survives in the woods, has learnt not to trust anyone except his dog. Then Louis crashes into his life, with his bright spirit and soft lips, pulling Harry from the depths of a loneliness he hadn’t realised he was drowning in. But there is danger lurking, and Harry’s not the only one wrestling with his past.

✨ no faith left to lose by @louieshalo

(M, 7k) Louis shoves an album booklet — Harry’s album booklet — into Harry’s hands, folded open to a familiar page. “I need you to tell me that that goddamn song is not about me.” His voice cracks a little in his vehemence, and ice fills Harry’s veins as he glances down at the creased page.

He doesn’t need to look closely to know what it is Louis is talking about — the title is printed plainly on the page, Second Chances, along with every incriminating lyric, line by line. It’s his most blatant offense off the entire album, probably; sickeningly indulgent and too obviously vulnerable to even defend himself against. The song is a surface-level dip into the fantasy world Harry toys with when the ache of loneliness gets to be too much in the middle of the night, the brief glimpse already toeing over the boundary he’d promised himself he’d set for his career.

Most damning, though, is the tiny embossed dedication at the bottom of the page;

“For who I’d be if I wasn’t afraid,” Louis recites, looking expectantly at Harry. “What the fuck does that mean?

***

or, the one where they miss each other more than anything.

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part 1 (+50k) ✨💐 part 2 (30-50k) ✨🥀 part 3 (10-30k)

part 4 (< 10k) ✨🪷 part 5 (monthly rec) ✨💐

[rikisrosejing]

- [ 6 : 24 ] - k.sn - 엔하이픈

sunoo in which he cuddles with you in bed and gets needy for your pretty lips and pussy. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

trigger warnings :: face sitting, pet names, soft¡dom sunoo. <- let me know if i missed anything!

authors note :: short sunoo fic bc i got some motivation the day before thanksgiving!! 🧸ྀི

© :: also thanks to @alessialvl for the inspiration!! it was her sunoo nsfw audio that gave me this idea. ( she gave me permission to do this. )

18+ minors, do not interact!! you’ve been warned.

sunoo was really needy today, mostly because he had a rough day during practice and he needed to take his mind of something less stressful. he had his head buried in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, gently caressing your hips.

“what’s wrong, ddeonu?” you asked him, gently stroking his hair as he sighed with contentment, nuzzling his head even more into your body.

“rough day..” he mumbled, not even trying to form a full sentence in front of you. he couldn’t not, even if he really wanted to. you were just too pretty and innocent for your own good.

you responded with a little hum as he shifted in his position, making so that he was straddling you. he looked so cute in this moment, all pouty, and his eyes were lost in your beauty that he worshiped.

he leaned in for a kiss in which you reciprocated, his lips soft and sweet. you loved the way his tongue would so easily slip into your mouth, rubbing against your own. you sighed as sunoo switched positions so that you were now on his lap.

his lips and mouth tasted like vanilla mixed with strawberries, it was just so ethereal. the flavor just made you feel so alive and well, you two loved each other to the moon and back.

as you two made out for another couple of minutes, he pulled away, breathing heavily slightly.

“i wonder what you taste like..” you heard him say under his breath. that’s when you realized that he wanted to eat you out.

that’s been on his bucket list for a while, now that you think about it. he’s been wanting to have you straddling him, his lips devouring your pussy.

“ddeonu..” you sighed, contemplating your next moves. were you really gonna sit on his pretty and innocent face?

after a few seconds of thinking, you laid him down on his back and crawled over him. he looked a little puzzled, but pleased nonetheless.

a/n :: i recommend listening to this during the next paragraphs.

“really? you’re gonna let me taste you?” you bit your lip, doubting and hesitating your decision. he pouted, gently grabbing your hips and bringing it closer to his face.

“please baby, let me taste you..” he begged and whined, drooling slightly. you couldn’t say no to him. he was too cute to resist.

“fine.” you gave in, letting your pussy cover his mouth. he gasped, but began licking and lapping your wetness. he whined and whimpered, but they soon began to turn into hums of pleasure. he sucked on your sensitive buds, relishing the taste of it.

you moaned softly, whining at the feeling of his warm and soft tongue on your pussy. you gripped onto the pillow and his shoulders, which made him lap even faster. sunoo’s tongue felt like heaven and it was deep inside of you.

you gently tugged on his hair, indicating that you were gonna cum soon. you were too much of a whining mess that you didn’t wanna form a coherent sentence just because of how good he was making you feel.

“s-sunoo!” you moaned, letting yourself release into his mouth. he happily licked up all of your sweet juices and the room was filled with the slurps coming from his mouth.

“i want more..” he whined after licking every single drop clean. you two ended up just showering together after that and cuddling in bed, watching some random k-dramas.

® :: ONCE AGAIN TYSM TO MY MOOT @alessialvl FOR GIVING ME INSPIRATION AND MOTIVATION!!

[captainlunaxmen]

All for the Cameras

Chapter 12

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Hello hello hello 👋🏻

Hope you guys are well, we're close to the end here. This chapter is a little shorter, mostly because I wanted to separate the part in 13 and then when they get to the Capitol.

Hope you like it. Once again, let me know what you think, and if you want to be tagged in the next chapters, let me know❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Chapter summary: progress

Chapter wanrings: panic attack, Finnick being an understanding cutie pie, mention of torture and death.

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I'm sorry if I can't tag everyone😔🥺

It's been a few days since I arrived in 13, I've been recovering rather quickly according to the doctors and to Prim, who's been by my side constantly.

I managed to give more information on what I saw and heard in the Capitol, so that made me feel useful. Some of the people in 13 are still suspicious of me, which is understandable, I would too...

I still can't properly look at Finnick, not for more than 3 seconds, which is an improvement from the 2 seconds of the first day, but it's still not enough. I can see how hurt Finnick gets from all of this, I'm afraid he thinks it's his fault, because it's not, I try to remind him as much as I can, but I thinks it's getting to him a little too much.

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"Don't you have better things to do than be present during my examinations?" I ask Boggs, while the nurse gently uses the needle on my skin.

"I don't actually." He states and I smile.

"Is... is he doing okay?" I tentatively ask, he sighs taking a seat on a chair.

"He's doing better, Mason is with him constantly reminding him 'not to take shit personally', as she puts it." He chuckles, "do not beat yourself up, he knows you can't help it, it's not your fault."

"I know, but-"

"No buts, don't blame yourself for what you've been through." He looks me straight in the eyes, "hear me?"

"Yes, sir." I nod, "is there anything more I could try maybe?" I ask the nurse.

"I'm afraid such rehabilitation takes time, my dear." She gently explains, "but you're making great progresses, that I can promise you."

I sigh, defeated.

"Don't rush yourself." Boggs insists.

"But I feel useless." I complain, "I saw people coming and going, doing all they can to help and I am here needing assistance."

"Useless? Don't you realise how helpful you've been, even from the Capitol?" He sounds outraged almost, "your secret messages, your information on Peeta's condition and those treatments. You've been more than helpful."

"Thank you, sir." I smile, grateful for his words.

There's a knock on the door and soon after Plutarch walks in.

"Afternoon, miss L/n. How do you feel?" He asks.

"Physically? I'm fine. Mentally? To be determined." I say, forcing out a small smile.

"That's good enough to hear." He nods his head and sighs deeply, "listen, I wouldn't want to ask this, but we need you today."

"For what?" Boggs asks, sitting straighter, almost protective.

"We heard some of the districts are still uncertain... and... some found out about the rescue mission and don't agree with her saving." Plutarch's reluctant to say it, "we need to prove them-"

"That I'm not with the Capitol... yeah, what do I have to do?" I nod, determined to be of assistance.

"We'll broadcast your images to all districts, you'll have to explain what they did to you." He explains, watching me carefully.

"Is that really necessary?" Boggs sighs.

"I'm afraid so." Plutarch then looks at me, "do you understand it, miss L/n?"

"I... I do, Plutarch, when will I have to... talk?"

"I'm very sorry, but a few minutes." He says, Boggs shakes his head violently, frustrated.

During my time here he became a good, let's say, uncle figure. We bonded almost immediately and he always checked on me. I think he started because this way Finnick would be able to get some proper rest, but now I think he cares about me, like I do him.

"Okay..." I take deep breaths, "can I... can I have a moment?"

"Of course." Plutarch nods and walks out.

"You don't have to." Boggs is quick to assure me.

"I actually do." I stand up, taking deep breaths, my hands on my hips, walking around the room.

Boggs' eyes follow me, ready to be of help if needed.

"He'll need to pass through me, if he thinks he can force you." He reassures me, more to make me laugh than to mean an actual threat.

"Yeah, what about the president?"

"Even her? No one touches my friend." He proud crosses his arms.

"Oh so we're friends?" I ask, joking with him, sensing he's trying to calm me down.

"Of course, the only other smart person in here? I'm not letting you go." He chuckles and I do too.

I notice, I stopped pacing around and my breathing went beck to normal. He notices too, but still watches me carefully.

"Okay... okay." I say nodding.

"Are you sure?" He checks.

"I'm not, but if I think too much about it my legs will freeze and nothing will be done." I shake my head, "let's go."

Boggs lets me pass and when I exit the room Plutarch is there waiting for me.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

I look at Boggs, with supportive eyes he nods slightly, I turn to Plutarch again and nod my head. Plutarch smiles and led me to the controll room, Beetee already there waiting for us.

"We're going to broadcast you to all districts, and hopefully they'll listen." Beete tells me, messing around with wires and buttons.

"What if they don't?" I ask, looking at Plutarch.

"They will." He confidently states.

I take a deep, deep breath and nod. All sort of thing run in my mind. All sort of doubts, but I need to shove them all away and stay calm.

"Just stand over there and, just like Finnick did, don't stop talking okay?" Beetee's instructions are clear, but they make me wonder.

"Finnick?" I ask.

"To create a distraction, let's say, we had Finnick talk to the Capitol." Plutarch tries to explain, simply.

"Finnick... what.. what did he..?" The question is cleat but I don't think I need the answer. I'm afraid I already know it. The only confirmation comes from Plutarch's nodding head.

I feel my eyes burning with tears forming, but I try to collect myself. I let out a puff of air and wipe my face immediately.

"Are you ready?" Beetee asks, I nod, not yet trusting my voice, "go stand over there, and when you see the green light, speak."

I nod understanding and I go to stand where Beetee pointed.

I take deep breaths, my eyes fixed on the still red light, deep breaths, everything is okay, I'm okay, deep breaths, I'm safe, we're safe, deep breaths, I look for Boggs and I see his reassuring nod so I nod back, everything is okay, deep breaths, the light turn green... deep... breaths.

"Hi... uh... I'm Y/n L/n, and unfortunately many of you may know me as Capitol's Princess... I say unfortunately because, that was not a life worth of a princess. I wasn't a princess... I was a prisoner. You know how it feels to not be free, so do I, that's why you're free to believe me or not, because we're fighting for that exact thing: freedom. I'll tell my story to whoever is willing to listen, I hope there's many."

I start telling my story, again, Snow taking me and my brother in after our parents' death... my brother. The threats, the blackmails, extortions, the sellings, Cal...and the tortures.

I can't help the fidgeting hands, I can't help my voice breaking everytime I mention my brother, or everytime I had to perform for a customer, I'm surprised if someone would be able to understand what I'm saying.

I let out a puff of air, I don't even bother trying to hold back tears, they just come out and I let them.

"They made me scared of my friends. Everytime I look at them I... I... it's fucked. I'm here telling you my story, so you can believe me... it's crazy," I whisper shaking my head, "you should fight because you believe in the cause... the Games are not the only horrors happening, everything needs to be fixed, everything needs to change." I turn around, hands on my hips, to calm me down, "I... one thing scares me the most though, I'm afraid they fucked me up so much that I'll never... ever be able to love, or to let someone else love me, because I'm fucked. Unfortunately they did a good job on this. Thanks for listening."

I quickly rush out, I didn't even see if they tried to stop me or not...probably not.

I feel my heart pounding violently in my chest and my breathing is getting heavier. I head to the hospital side of the district, but as I see many of the nurses' faces I get overwhelmed.

Too many people.

I... can't.

"Y/n?" A voice calls me, "are you okay?" Johanna's walking towards me. I stop her immediately.

"Not real.... it wasn't real... right?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?" She asks, "the things thw Capitol showed you? No it wasn't."

"I... I ju-... I..." I collapse on the floor, shielding my head with my hands.

I can hear Johanna talking to me, but I cannae out what she's saying. I'm just protecting myself.

Finnick's Pov

Finnick heads to the controll room, he wants to support Y/n, knowing they wanted her to talk to the districts. He wanted to be present, he know he won't be able to show his face, in case it will set her off, but he wants, he needs to be there for her.

When he arrives he notices she isn't there.

"Where's Y/n?" He asks, worry starting to get its way in his brain.

"Uhm..." Beetee is uncertain on how to tell him.

"Well?" Finnick urges him, and anyone present, for that matter.

"She's wasn't feeling well all of a sudden." Plutarch tells him.

"What?" He's fully worried.

"She started to get anxious, I'm afraid." Beetee says, "she ran out."

"And you haven't thought of following her?" Finnick exclaims, but he doesn't wait for an answer and immediately rushed out, wanting to find her.

He immediately goes to the hospital, he thinks that if Y/n felt anxious she'd go there to get something.

That's exactly where he find her, on the floor, Johanna comforting her, talking to her.

"Listen to me, Y/n... can you hear me?" She keeps saying.

"What happened?" Finnick asks, alarmed.

"I saw her coming in, she was like she was having trouble breathing and then she collapsed on the floor. She asked me of what the Capitol showed her was real..." Johanna explains, still caressing Y/n's back.

"Y/n..." Finnick tries to call her name. Nothing.

"I don't think she hears you."

Finnick shakes his head and kneels on the floor with the two women.

He tentatively holds out a hand to touch her back too, like Johanna's doing. When his hand touches Y/n, she freezes.

"Y/n... listen to me." He says, softly, "focus on my voice, okay?" There's no answer from Y/n, but he keeps going anyway, "you are safe. No one is here to hurt you. You're sa-: his voice breaks a little, like his heart at the sight of his love hurting so much, "you're safe." He keeps going, taking a deep breath. "You are safe, we all are."

"I'm sorry..." it was so faint it's a miracle Finnick heard it.

Y/n slowly move her hands away from her head, but her eyes are still on the ground.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/n." Finnick assures her, seeking support in Johanna, who nods.

"He's right, you know." She would say.

"I..." Y/n lets out a big puff of air, "I... could you help me stand?"

"Of course." Johanna immediately helps her stand up, weakly but she manages, "want me to help you back to your room?"

"No... It's okay... Finnick can help me..." Y/n says, catching both former tributes off guard, "If he wants.. of course." She quickly adds, uncertain.

"Of course, I do." He immediately agrees.

"Thanks."

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Finnick helps Y/n sit on her bed, careful not to overstep.

"Thank you." She softly says, she still can't seem to want to meet his eyes, but Finnick is okay with that, he knows it will take time for her, exactly like it will take time for him.

"My pleasure, my love." He charmingly says. He tries to use his charm to make her smile, which succeeds, noticing her lips twitching upwards lightly.

"I'm not sure I deserve such title after all." She sadly chuckles.

"What are you talking about? Of course you deserve it." Finnick scoffs.

"I can't even look at you, Finnick.." she says, broken voice and tears in her eyes.

"You're saying it like it's your fault." Finnick says softly, "can I get closer?" He asks and when she nods, he sits next to her, "can I hold your hand?" She nods again, "what you've been through is not your fault, not even a little bit. Hear me? You're being so strong, you've always been so strong, to the point of ignoring your own fears, traumas and wounds to help others. You never blame them for feeling and reacting the way they did... so why are you blaming yourself now?" He speaks softly, catching himself before his voice could break too, he takes a moment before adding, "do you remember the tour after Annie won?" He waits for Y/n to nod, "she wouldn't let anyone touch her, you were the only one to get closer, but she-"

"She throw a glass at me..." Y/n says.

"You were bleeding so much, yet you didn't leave her side until she felt safe and... understood." Finnick reminds her, "Peacekeepers threatened to hold her, but you screamed at them to leave her alone. I think I remember you pushing one out of a room too." He lets out a laugh, "you've stayed with her, ignoring the blood, ignoring your pain. And when someone asked you if she apologised for throwing that at you you said..." he trails off hinting to Y/n to continue.

"That she had nothing to apologise," Y/n finishes the story, "it wasn't her fault."

"Exactly." Finnick nods, "so, what I want to say is... you don't have to be strong all the time, you don't have to heal immediately, you can, you're allowed to take your time."

"There's a war starting, Finnick..." she tries.

"I don't care. You're allowed to." He firmly, yet still softly, tells her, "I'm not going anywhere any time soon." He smiles at her even though she's not looking at him.

"Thank you, Finnick." She says, squeezing his hand, grateful.

"Don't mention it," he nudges her affectionately.

Y/n's Pov

As the days pass I realise I don't get nightmares as much as when I first arrived, which makes me hopeful. I do try to remember Finnick's words about taking my time and not rush my healing process.

Unfortunately I can't seem to look at him still, but being near him helps. Especially when he holds my hands, it's like he can infuse me with his hope and apparently it helps calming me.

Tonight, I've been informed, we will celebrate a wedding. I'm not sure as to who's getting married, but the whole district is invited so I'll test myself tonight. If I can go the whole time without feeling overwhelmed, it'll be a victory.

And, goodness, I need one.

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"You're not dancing?" A voice asks behind me. I turn around to Boggs looking out at the people dancing.

"Never been one for dances, I'm afraid." I bite my lips uncertainty.

"Neither am I." He laughs, standing next to me.

"I heard about what happened in 2..." I casually say.

"Never once a casual conversation about the weather?" He jokes.

"Nope." I say, "plus, I saw Katniss being brought back in that state, I had to ask." I explain, "I'm just glad she's okay. I saw the footage."

"Do you think Snow will think her dead?" He asks me.

"Mh... I can't really say." I say, "no one thought of making a tribute to her or anything like that, so he probably doesn't think so, but maybe he's thinking we're taking our time in announcing her death so that those who don't know can still rely on her, but it's very unlikely." I explain, "but he definitely didn't like the destruction of the weapon supply."

"That's predictable." Boggs agrees.

"Someone's gonna pay in Snow's circle... I wouldn't want to be him..." I say, casually.

"Him?"

"He probably would blame his defense minister... can't recall his name now." I tell him.

"I don't want you to take it the wrong way, miss L/n... but I'm glad you've lived in the Capitol your whole life."He tells me, almost in awe.

"I'm just... I just learned to observe as much as I could." I shrug.

"Well you're clearly the only one here who knows Snow to the bone. You're one of the best asset." He assures me.

"I'm glad I can be of any help." I bitterly say.

"We've talked about this, miss L/n." He subtly scolds me.

"I know, I know." I nods, waving him off.

"So, how are you feeling now?"He asks.

"I'm surprisingly good." I nod, surprised.

"Good enough to dance?" He hints, "with someone who's been checking on you everyday since you got here?"

I laugh, slightly, knowing who he is hinting to.

"You know Finnick is not the only one checking on me everyday, right?" I ask, Haymitch too, oh and you as well."

"Try and ask Abernathy to dance and I'm afraid you'll lose your feet." He jokes, "c'mon, you've been testing yourself tonight, right? Might as well try everything."

He softly pushes me towards Finnick on the other side of the room.

"Hey.." I catch his attention.

"Hey!" He's surprised, but doesn't mention it, "are you having fun?"

"Yeah... surprisingly so." I nod, "you?"

"Same." He chuckles, I know he's looking at me, "are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, yes, definitely, don't worry about me." I tell him and before he can say it, "you'll always worry about me, yes, yes, I know." I chuckle and he does too, "do you want to dance?"

"Uh?"

"Come dance..?" I ask, feeling self-conscious.

"I'd love to." He gently takes my hand and lead me to the dance floor.

As we follow the others dancing, I manage to takes glimpses of his face, of his hopeful face. I divert my eyes immediately, but I can't help the smile on my face. I know if I look at him more my brain will start to wonder and bring me back to the Capitol, but this small, quick moment is enough to bring hope back in my heart.

And the evening goes on, celebrating and for a few moments forgetting the impelling war.

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I'm summoned to the controll room urgently, I can't tell what might be going on.

As I near the room I can hear voices coming from inside.

"Are you sure you want to send her too?" Haymitch.

"She knows their ways better then anyone on that team," Boggs, "I wouldn't dream of asking this of her, but we need her."

"Send who where?" I ask, entering the room, finally.

"Miss L/n." Plutarch smiles at me, "hope you slept well, you're needed on a mission."

"What..?" I ask.

"We are to go join Katniss to the outskirts of the Capitol." Boggs informes me.

"What?" I ask again.

"Welcome to Squad 451, the Star Squad."

[sturniolocafe]

babysitting (a dad!chratt installment) ⊹₊⟡⋆

this takes place pre dad!chratt x mom!reader relationship 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 805 words ! very minor talks of infertility due to health issues, but nothing direct or major

"matt, i-" matt could practically hear his brother, chris, running his hands through his dmessy, brown hair through the phone. "i hate to ask, but is there any way you could watch harper this afternoon?" the boy begged.

matt chuckled, allowing you to feel the deep rumble as you laid your head on his chest, listening to the conversation. "you know you don't have to ask right?"

chris and matt exchanged a few more words, deciding that chris would drop harper off in the next hour. matt hung up the phone, tossing it to the end of the bed, before carding his fingers through your hair.

"i get to see my girl." you mewled happily, still slightly sleepy.

you had always wanted a daughter, but due to your career, as well as certain medical issues, it just wasn't in the cards for you and matt to have biological children. that wouldn't stop you from treating harper like your own, though. the two year old was borderline spoiled, especially when it came to you. she'd come to your and matt's house in a cartoon chracter shirt and leggings, only to be recieved by chris a few hours later in a toddler-sized version of a juicy tracksuit that matched your own.

matt smiled gently at your excitement, knowing how much you adored his brother's daughter. if he were being totally honest, he also considered harper a daughter of his own.

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"mommy!" the sound echoed off the walls of the foyer of home forty five minutes later.

as soon as harper had been able to speak, you had been "mommy" in her mind, and neither you, matt, nor chris had the heart to tell her otherwise. it was nothing short of adorable, after all.

"hey baby!" you giggled, picking the girl up and spinning her around.

chris watched the two of you with a smile, despite the prominent bags under his eyes. "thank you guys. really. i just...it's been a long day and i need some me time."

"who said we were doing you a favor?" you smirked, kissing harper's cheek. "this might be a favor to myself."

it wasn't long until goodbyes had been exchanged, you and matt agreeing that you would babysit for several hours in order to give chris time to reset. being a single dad was hard, and wherever the two of you could help out, you would.

the three of you migrated towards the kitchen to make lunch, harper babbling in two year old language about my little pony. as matt slid chicken nuggets in the oven and began to slice strawberries, you imagined what your life would be like if you two spent time with harper every day. you had always wanted a little girl, and being around one as sweet and well behaved as harper only amplified that want.

"matt?" you said abruptly as you slid harper into the high chair that had taken up residence in your kitchen for babysitting purposes.

"mhm?"

"what if chris and harper moved in with us? like...permanently?"

matt looked up from the oven, placing the tray of nuggets on the stove. "sweetheart, chris and harper have a place." he chuckled.

"but like...we could be built in babysitters," you said, eyes lighting up. as if agreeing with you, harper began to giggle in that adorable toddler way. "you work from home basically, i work from home, it would be perfect! and then we could be one of those cute multigenerational families living together. besides, this house is big enough. we have three unoccupied bedrooms."

you began to talk a mile a minute as the idea came to fruition in your head. matt watched you intently, noticing that you were truly set on this. it would make sense. the two of you had orginially purchased the house before finding out about your health issues, leaving most of the space unoccupied. besides, he could see it in his younger brother's eyes. single fatherhood, along with being a famous youtuber was wearing on him.

matt came around the island, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. "i'll ask chris about it. deal?"

"deal!" you squealed, laughing harder when harper's blue eyes that matched her father's twinkled with excitement as well.

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"daddy?" harper asked as chris slid her coat on.

"yeah, baby?" chris asked, voice more refreshed than when he had dropped his daughter off earlier in the afternoon.

"we lives wif mommy an' matty?"

chris blinked, clearly caught off guard. "uhhh...i dunno, baby. probably not, honey. but we can come back and visit!"

yet as he thanked you and matt for your help and began to pull out of the driveway, he couldn't help but notice the looming emptyness of the home, as well as matt's mouthing 'we'll talk later'.

★ a/n: save me dad!chratt...dad!chratt save me

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[syndrossi]

It's officially Thanksgiving break and I'm off for four days, which means I have to bombard you with Resonant-related questions and prompts. First, I'll start with what I asked 208 middle schoolers this week:

What's your favorite kind of pie? 🥧

But for you, hard mode: what's Jon and Rhaegar's favorite kind of pie??? Shadow and Qelebrys??? Daemon??? Anyone else in Resonant related verses who has strong opinions on pie???

Finally, what would Qelebrys do if someone tried to give her apple pie... 🍎🥧

Congrats on reaching the Thanksgiving break!

This feels like a very appropriate question, as my job for Thanksgiving is to make the pies. 😅 I'm making an apple, a peach, a lemon-blueberry, and a blueberry. My favorite of the bunch is the apple, honestly. Homemade apple pie is just...S tier.

(Apple is in the oven. Once it's done, peach is up next. Then the blueberry. Lemon-blueberry is probably tomorrow.)

Given Rhaegar's love for cider, I like to think he enjoys a nice apple pie too, though as you mentioned, he may need to find a new favorite given Qelebrys's crusade against apples. Given Jon's love of peaches, peach pie is the obvious answer, though I could also see him enjoying something rootier, given the colder climate up north. So your pumpkin or sweet potato pies, or maybe a strawberry rhubarb.

Daemon probably cheats and claims to love savory pies over sweet ones, but I could see him enjoying brighter flavors, like lemon. Maybe a lemon custard pie, or even something in the nuts category.

(Viserys enjoys things on the creamier side. Where Daemon would go for a lemon custard, he would rather a lemon cream.)

Is it a coincidence that their favorites (or varients) number among the ones I made? Surely!

The hatchlings gotta go savory. Chicken/duck/fowl is probably a delicacy for them, since it's not something dragons generally are fed, given that you'd need SO MANY for even a drake-sized dragon. So some kind of meat pie with chicken or ham. Or even something quiche-y? It's a similar deal with egg: it's just not worthwhile to feed to a dragon; it's an order of magnitude smaller than even a chicken!

As for what Qelebrys would do...probably her best to blacken the apple pie, and if the person giving it to her is a stranger, probably checking with Rhaegar whether she should attack them!

[forestfrolickingfairy78]

LU Headcanons: What I think their fav desserts would be part 1

these are really fun to write, i should probs sleep but lesgooo

Time: Not a huge sweet tooth, prefers only what Malon will make from her homemade farm/kitchen. I'd imagine he likes something simple, maybe a plain butter cake or anything with cinnamon to balance out those double espresso shots. He will make an exception sometimes and have milk tea with it with Malon. They LOVE to spend their time together on those cold nights with a cup of hot chocolate. Wouldn't trade it for the world.

But lets be honest, ain't nothing sweeter than his wifey and im here for it

Warriors: Strawberries and cream! Anything with this combo is to die for and he will always pick that from dessert menus. Maybe a fancy tiramisu during those Royal balls or a bread and butter pudding. Very high end, refined desserts. Doesn't like store bought cakes or sweets. A bit of a dessert snob, and really clashes with Wild on this when he sees him packing together the most random ingredients together.

Sky: OH HE LOVES SWEETS, doesn't miss the chance to have his sweet treat every now and then, and especially when he gets to spend it with Zelda. He'd give her anything, his lunch, his LIFE but not his sweet treats, thank you very much. Def a cake and tea guy, loves to try anything with sugar though but his go to is a soft butter cream icing cake. Occasionally does the white chocolate but only when he's in the mood for it.

Wild: He will try anything sweet, even if its got the most wackiest ingredients. Had to rely on berries and fruits to fulfill his cravings but once he got around to trying more things he was open to anything, really. Once he discovered chocolate though, it was a game changer. He forgot how beautiful and smooth the taste and texture was. It's simple, but so satisfying by the campfire underneath the stars with a hot cup of cocoa.

Legend: Pretends not to be a sugar addict, but come on now, he's still a kid. Sees the other ones indulging, dipping cookies in tea or spooning ice cream while giving a snide side eye. 'Aren't you too old for that?' he'd probably say to the others but also can't pass up a good dessert. He's a huge ice cream guy, especially on those hot tiring days. He really enjoys it, a choc brownie or caramel in silence or strawberry. If anyone talks to him while he's eating he gets really mad, and it pisses him off once it starts melting. NEEDS TO ENJOY IT IN PEACE.

I'm lowkey falling asleep, will do a part 2 tomoz lmao, good night.

[loquarocoeur]

hey yanno since we’re in vegas and all, maybe Charles sees the floor to ceiling windows in their hotel rooms and fucks max against it. so far up in the vegas strip they are nothing but a hazy dot of nothing to people outside, but to Charles it’s an opportunity to “show off” that he gets to fuck the newly crowned champion. He’s the one who gets max on his knees. He’s the one who gets to manhandle max. Him. Nobody else.

also champagne on the body & nipples anon has me thinking that Charles pressing an ice cold bottle of ferrari Trento to Max’s tits pecs would make him hiss and squirm and leak ❤️ an ice cold bottle pressed to the warm red skin where Charles just spanked him out of his mind. i loved the holiday temperature play vibes fic you did if you can’t tell.

being indulgent here (arnt we always) but the victory sex aftercare could be so good. Charles buying hotel snacks that cost more than a down payment on his flat but it’s worth it because he can give his baby strawberries covered in gold leaf & truffles by hand before said baby he gets too self aware and “fuck off i can feed myself Charles”

~ 🦢 swanon who’s gotten too confident in this ask box but whatever yall seem to be the same ✨

Exhibition kink much, ngl that's kind of hot. And asdfhglkls yes, temperature play comeback hello😵‍💫😵‍💫 Also I can totally see Max demanding to be fed one moment when he's still high on victory sex and then two minutes later he's sick of it and is like ugh nevermind fuck off, i can do it myself

I'm going to have a hell of a time trying to fit all the good concepts you guys have brought up into this thing but hell if I won't try

[web-spinning]

Hey guys, so

The new Drizzt audiobook is right around the corner, and I have a request to the fandom!

Will someone transcribe it after they listen to it??

sincerely, your autistic friend who has trouble with focusing on audiobooks and misses half the words

[nguyenfinity]

Switch is back after their Valentine's event for White Day to bring you Magic for your special someone(s)! Show your friends and fans a little appreciation in return, whether you're sailing for a Romancing Cruise or just for lifting their spirits A little bit UP!!

art-only below the cut!

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 1 Match 47

[ratatatastic]

hey that hand...

[bootyful-seventeen]

I am heavily contemplating on buying myself a dvd player soon and buying all the DVDs for a ton of movies and tv shows I grew up watching cuz I miss the magic of dvds

[seariii]

FIRST BATCH OF STRAWPAGE THINGIES!! WOOO!!

I LOVE YOU TOO!!! SO SO MUCH!!!!

YAAAAY ES APPROVES!!! AND DEEP COVER!! AND AN ES!!!

WIFE- OMF SHAKAJZKAHSKANSKWFB

I'm ascending

[buccellato]

every time I think about how tristamp Knives swears he doesn't like food I wonder if maybe Rem was just kinda bad at cooking lmao

like, you wouldn't think it would put someone off from food so much, but one time my little sister had a family friend's kid over for a sleepover and this kid swore up and down that she did not like spaghetti. Like, outright said she hated it. My mom thought it was weird because she's never met a kid who actually hates noodles, so she suggested that the girl could try a bite and see if she really hated it.

So she took a bite

and then another bite

and then another

and eventually went through 3 whole plates of spaghetti going "Wow this is really good!! I didn't know it could taste this good!!!"

and it turns out she didn't hate spaghetti, but rather that her stepdad couldn't cook at all lmao

So maybe Rem's food isn't the, uh, best?