#idk what happened to my tastebuds

[invisible-brandy]

coffee tastes like shit jesus christ i hate it so much now, every fucking time i try it and it still tastes like shit

[toytulini]

idk. picky eater rights. im coming to your events and turning my picky bitch nose up at your fancy ass desserts you spent a bajillion hours working over in the kitchen and asking if i can find like a basic ass brownie with no extra flairs or ingredients or steps or whatever the fuck. cry about it. stop trying to feed me

[scare-ard--sleigh]

tried pistachio milk in my coffee this morning and god it fucks so hard :' )

[ryukatters]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader

Content: (loosely) based on that phantom parade scene of gojo throwing a fit bc he ate something spicy after going on that treasure hunt thing (I know I’m so late idk if anyone will get that reference anymore), fluff, are they lovers or not? idk you can decide

One distressed phone call has you sprinting from your office to some random alleyway in the middle of the city. You’re nervous to see what could make the Gojo Satoru sound so…afraid?

The grip around your phone tightens as you navigate through the bustling streets of Tokyo. You zoom in on the map, trying to sort out which little lines will take you to Gojo’s live location (which he insisted on sharing with you months ago, on the basis that you did the same.)

It doesn’t take you long to zero in on him.

“What took you so long?” Gojo cries out, “I’ve been dying for the last 15 minutes!”

You scan him for any signs for external injury. But that’s impossible, you think, he’d never let his technique down long enough for that to happen. Internally maybe? Did he ingest poison? Was it starting to affect his brain? You’re not sure what you’d explain to Jujutsu Headquarters if you bring the strongest back to them dead.

“I think this might be the end,” he sniffles. “There’s still so many things I want to do. Like trying that new teppanyaki place in Roppongi. Hey, you think they’re taking reservations right now?”

It’s decided. The only thing wrong with Satoru Gojo is his frivolousness. Maybe what’s wrong with you is that you’re willing to drop everything for him at the simple call of your name.

“Gojo.”

“Satoru,” he chirps.

“Satoru.”

“Yes, my pookie bear?”

You click your teeth in annoyance. “Don’t call me that. What happened?”

“Attempted murder,” Gojo deadpans. Instead of elaborating, he pulls out a piece of candy from his pocket and unwraps it. He proffers the treat to you, slapping your hand away with a frown when you reach for it. “Say ahhh~”

You roll your eyes and sigh. You know him well enough to know he wouldn’t poison you. Knowing Satoru, he probably just got a treat that wasn’t sweet enough for his eccentric tastes. Gojo shoves the candy in your mouth the minute you open it the smallest amount. He waits for your critique, nodding as he says, “Gross, right? Why is it so spicy? I thought my tongue was going to fall off.”

Your eyes light up as the flavors of the curry-flavored candy dance in your mouth. “This is so good! You’re such a baby, Gojo. It’s not even spicy.”

Horror paints Satoru’s face. “It is! My mouth feels like hell. Your tastebuds must be broken or something,” Gojo huffs, crossing his arms petulantly, giving him the appearance of an overgrown child. “And who makes curry flavored candy anyways?”

“Why don’t you just use your technique or something? Make it so that the food doesn’t touch your tongue?”

Gojo looks at you incredulously before he blanches. “Unlike you, I actually care about what I put inside my body.”

You return the look tenfold, eyebrows raising in disbelief. “Oh really?”

“Really really.”

“Then what’s in that bag you’re holding?”

You nearly miss the barely imperceptible shift in Gojo’s blindfold as his eyes widen, hiding said plastic bag full of confectioneries behind him, hidden from your prying gaze.

“Sweets stimulate my brain! You know that. It’s brain food.”

“Uh huh.”

“C’monnnn,” Satoru whines, bringing forth said bag, revealing all the various goodies he’d collected throughout the hour. “Are you cruel enough to deny a guy a sweet treat? Ijichi’s been bitching all morning about all these missions!”

Gojo doesn’t give you a chance to retort. “I finished my missions in record time! I think that’s means for a celebration. A prize, even.” He lifts his blindfold up then, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You bite. “What kind of prize?”

Satoru eyes you up and down with a saccharine smile. He pretends to be deep in thought, “a kiss, maybe?”

You follow suit, crossing your arms as you hum. “Hmm…I don’t know. Seems to me you’ve won a bunch of things today already.”

“Not enough.”

He grabs you by the arms, pulling you until you’re just a breath away. His hands slide down to your own, enveloping them in a warmth that makes you tremble with want. “Indulge me a little, will you?”

Satoru knows that you will. You always do. Even the most unreasonable of requests, like asking you to kiss him after you ran a marathon through Tokyo just to find out he was throwing a fit over confectioneries.

He lets you close the distance, savoring the way your scent invades his senses.

He pulls away rather abruptly, a delicate frown painting his features. “What’s wrong?” You ask.

“My mouth feels like it’s on fire again,” he pouts.

[jinhyun]

↬part one.

"these days, i haven't been sleepin'

stayin' up playin' back myself leavin'"

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: written series, angst, fluff, friends to lovers to exes to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, yearning, mutual pining, non-idol au, baker!y/n, movie producer!hyunjin.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: y/n has self-sabotaging tendencies, cursing, mentions of alcohol, eventual smut, mature content, MINORS DNI!!!

tag list: open. send me an ASK to be a part of it, otherwise i might miss it. i will only be adding people who are willing to reblog the chapters and/or comment on them, because it does take time out of my day to tag everyone and likes or straight up cricket noises do nothing for me in return if i'm honest.

a/n: so, here's the first part!! idk how long the rest will be but i feel like 4k is okay for now :'). some things were just lightly acknowledged in this part but don't worry, everything will be explained better later on. i hope you guys enjoy!

feedback is very dearly appreciated<3

"You look terrible".

You jolted at Seungmin's remark, feeling your heart race after he had crept up behind you while you focused on neatly placing the freshly made cupcakes in the showcase.

Without saying a word to him as you tried to calm down from the sudden scare, your eyes focused on the large Caramel Macchiato he had placed by you on the counter, smiling softly at his silent show of affection.

"A 'hello' would've been appreciated too, you know?" you hummed, straightening up and leaving the half-emptied tray on the counter before your eyes met your friend's unamused ones.

"I see you every day. Thought we were past hello's by now" he shrugged.

"Are we?" you scrunched up your nose.

"I mean, we should be because it's tiresome to—Just drink your damn coffee".

A throaty laugh escaped your mouth at his sudden exasperation, not waiting another second to follow his order and take a long sip of the beverage he had prepared for you, feeling your muscles relax as soon as the sweetness of it reached your tastebuds.

"Is it good?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "You already know the answer to that, you cocky bastard".

"Doesn't hurt to hear it every once in a while" he smirked proudly.

"What did I even do to deserve a coffee made by the Kim Seungmin anyway?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't ask me to make you at least three of these every day".

"Ask is the keyword" you pointed out, taking another sip of it.

He sighed, finally dropping the playful mood and leaning against the wall. "You seemed out of it…"

"Aww, were you worried about me?" you brought a hand to your chest.

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You didn't even hear me come in. I was literally right next to you making your coffee and you wouldn't notice. And your face is…"

"Do I look that bad?" you wondered.

Seungmin shook his head no, yet the concern on his face was clear. "Just tired as hell. Did you get any sleep?"

"Not really," you sighed, leaving the cup on the counter and running your hands over your face. "I'd say I got like three hours of sleep at most".

"Something happened?" he tilted his head.

You lowered your head, and that was all it took for him to read you like an open book.

"Did you get the invitation?"

You felt the air being punched out of your lungs at Seungmin's question. You had hoped that particular question wouldn't be asked at all that day. You had hoped the topic as a whole wouldn't be brought up. But it was Seungmin, you should've expected him to be up-front about it.

You sighed, nervously wiping your hands against your apron before turning around to head towards the cash register — with absolutely no other purpose than to avoid this conversation.

"Did you?" he pushed it, following hot on your heels. "Y/N, come on".

You said nothing.

The answer was so obvious, you wondered why he wanted you to confirm it to him so bad.

Had it been facing upwards all along, you wouldn't have felt your heart being stabbed by a thousand knives.

Of course you had gotten the invitation. It had been lying on the floor of your apartment all day, patiently waiting by the door for you to arrive.

It had been the first thing that caught your eye as soon as you entered your place, and you cursed at whoever decided to slide it downwards under the door. Had it been facing up, you wouldn't have felt your pressure drop the moment your eyes fell on it. You wouldn't have felt your knees go weak and tremble as you reached down to pick it up, and you wouldn't have felt your face heat up at the same time that tears welled up in your eyes.

Because, for the five seconds that it took for you to kneel down and pick the delicate creme envelope up, and for the ten others that it took for you to gain enough strength to flip it over in your shaking hands, you believed the names on the invitation would be the same two that were the cause of your heartbreak.

Hyunjin and Minji, you said under your breath — cursing once again, over how even their names sounded perfect next to one another.

Please, don't be Hyunjin and Minji.

Please.

As soon as you flipped it over, you felt pathetic. How scarred did you have to be for your first thought to a wedding invite being that Hyunjin and his best friend were getting married?

It had been nearly eight months now since you broke up with him, you would've thought your body wouldn't get such a reaction out of a simple envelope on your floor. And the rational part in you wanted to believe he wouldn’t be marrying someone else when it hadn’t even been a year yet. You knew you wouldn’t; not when you were nowhere near halfway there when it came to getting over him and moving on.

Pathetic, that's how you felt.

Wanting to forget about it all, you threw the invitation on your key table before taking your shoes off and heading to bed. Thankfully, this time it laid facing upwards and wouldn't bring you any more heartbreak, since it now displayed the names of the lovely couple who was about to get married and would like you to join them on such a special day.

Felix and Hyejin.

"Mhm…" you hummed in response after what felt like an eternity.

That was as much of an answer as Seungmin would get from you.

"Are you going?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "Don't know".

"What do you mean you don't know?!" he scoffed. "Y/N, it's Felix and Hyejin we're talking about. We've been friends since the beginning of college. Fuck, we’ve been friends with Hyejin since high school!"

"So?" you helplessly tried to fight back, knowing well enough you were at disadvantage here.

"So?!" Seungmin grew frustrated. "I get that you and Hyunjin broke up and I've been very understanding when it comes to not pushing you into hanging out with our group anymore, but it's our friends' wedding we're talking about this time".

You sighed, leaning against the counter in search of some kind of support. "I know…"

"You can't avoid us forever".

"I haven't avoided you" you pouted.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only reason you didn't push me away like the rest was because we're literally linked by a contract and have to see each other at our coffee shop on the daily".

"Come on now, don't be like that" your voice weakened, reaching for his hand and holding it in between both of yours. "I can't even remember what my life was like before we became friends, I wouldn't have pushed you away out of everyone".

Seungmin's semblance softened — both at your words and at the miserable look in your eyes. In the end, he was all you had, and although honored, he couldn't help but feel his chest hurt over how you had ended up here.

Not even a year ago, you used to have a team of ten people rooting for you. You used to have a perfect support system, and you used to be a part of it for your friends, too. Now, you had managed to close yourself off and push everyone away. You had cleared the way for Hyunjin and Minji to take over, not wanting to make things awkward after everything that went down. After all, you were the one who ended things, it was only fair for you to be the one to take a step back.

Now, it was only him to you. Y/N and Seungmin, just like it had been up until high school.

With a small smile, he squeezed your hand tenderly. "I really think you should go…"

You bit your lip, looking down to your black shoes, which suddenly seemed like the most interesting view in the world.

Truth be told, you wanted to go. For Hyejin and Felix, you wanted to attend. Being there with them on the most important day of their lives would be a dream come true. But you just weren't ready to face their guests — two of them in particular.

"Will you at least think about it?" he pushed it once more when he realised you might not speak up again. "Before sending your confirmation back by the end of the week".

"Will he…" your voice came out of your mouth before you could stop it, still not being able to look up. "Are they…" you sighed, feeling like you might break down from the thought of it alone. "Are they going together?"

It wasn't necessary for you to say their names, for Seungmin knew well enough who 'they' were.

"You made me promise not to ever tell you about them, no matter how hard you begged".

"That was before knowing I'd might have to face them again".

Seungmin smiled reassuringly. "I don't know, if I'm honest".

The glare you gave him was enough to have him step back and hold both hands up as a sign of peace.

"Cross my heart!" he promised. "Lix and Hye had talked about getting married here and there but the invitation took us all by surprise, you would've known if you hadn't left our group chat".

You smiled melancholically. You used to love that group chat, it had been one of your main sources of sanity all throughout college, and later on the source of many callouts from your friends when Hyunjin and you started dating and inevitably became that couple.

You missed it. You missed your friend group, all of them, even Minji, as sad as it was. But being in the same group as her and Hyunjin was something you were not strong enough to make it through, so you left.

"I'm not sure I should go then…" you confessed. "Imagine if they went there together. I would break down right there, Min".

"Aww, no, come here" he pulled you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your face into his chest. "I doubt they'll go together, but if they do you can leave. I just want you to show up for Felix and Hyejin, even if you literally only go there to congratulate them and then dip".

A muffled chuckle was heard against his chest. "That would be a bit rude, don't you think?"

"Then stay" he pulled you back by your shoulders, locking his eyes with yours. "You don't even have to look their way. We can go together, I'll make sure to block his view whenever he's within your visual range".

"You'd do that for me?" you pouted.

"Of course, I'll be like your personal bodyguard".

"You should probably gain a bit more muscle for that" you teased, poking his bicep.

"Shut up" he offendedly let go of you.

"You don't have to sacrifice your plus one for me, though" you let him know. "You can take whoever you want with you, I'll be fine".

"Well, it's not like I've got a lot of people lined up to date me, do I?" his snarky remark earned a laugh from you. "Plus, we'd kill three birds with one shot".

"Isn't it supposed to be two?" you tilted your head.

He shook his head. "Three".

You motioned for him to go on with his point.

"The both of us would get a date and wouldn't be put in one of those lame tables for single people so we can mingle" he cringed, and you giggled. "I'd be able to keep you from interacting with Hyunjin and Minji all day long. And, we could make Hwang a lil jealous while at it. I know he was lowkey always jealous of me being close to you".

You snorted, finding his third point absolutely ridiculous. "Oh, come on. What was there to be jealous of?"

"Should I be offended?"

"You're an idiot," you laughed. "But I will take you up on your offer".

"So you're going?!" he cheered up.

"No, I mean… I still have to think of it, but if I do, we should go together".

"Okay then, I guess I'll be waiting" he sighed, quite over dramatically at that. "Please let me know when you make up your mind, so I know whether to check the plus one option or not".

"Will do" you smiled, going back to the long-forgotten cupcakes on the counter in order to keep placing them in the showcase. "Now go see if everything's in order so we can open for the day".

"Yes, boss".

You rolled your eyes. "For the millionth time, I'm not your boss. We're literally associates".

"Yeah, and we're both the bosses here" he reminded you, stealing a salted caramel cupcake from the tray. "Would really appreciate it if you called me boss around our workers from time to time".

"Just go, big boss" you humored him.

Seeing him give you the middle finger while he stuffed his mouth and walked away, you knew the day would go by smoothly.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

When you arrived home later that night, you were confident to check your assistance on the invitation. Seungmin's pep talk that morning had really done the trick, and the fact that it had been a very busy day at the coffee shop hadn't left that much space for overthinking throughout the day.

So, when you walked into your apartment that evening, you confidently grabbed the envelope you had thrown to the table by the entrance the day before and made your way to the desk inside your bedroom.

Taking a seat by it, you allowed yourself to pay attention to the details on the envelope for the first time. Violet had always been Hyejin's favourite colour, and you couldn't help but smile when you saw the few touches of it on the creme paper. Their names were delicately written in cursive with a black pen right in the middle, and it looked so perfect that it actually had you wondering whether it had been written by hand or in a computer.

Just like Hyunjin and Minji, Felix and Hyejin were, too, names that you considered to look perfect together. You wanted to believe Hyunjin and Minji weren't actually meant to be, though — unlike Lix and Hye, who were so fucking perfect for each other, that it only took you one minute with them the day you all met to realise they were meant to be.

Trying to erase the melancholic smile from off your face, you grabbed a black pen and opened the envelope for once and for all.

The words on the paper that informed the details of when and where the event was taking place went right through your head as you searched for the small square you would have to check in order to attend.

You were going.

Yes, you were going.

That's what you repeated to yourself like a mantra while your mind fought with your body, as the still hand holding the pen wouldn't come down to check the goddamn 'I'm attending' box.

You were going.

You had told yourself you were going.

But, after staring blankly at the paper on your desk for five minutes without being able to move, you came down to the conclusion that you couldn't bring yourself to write down on it.

Not when you were reminded of who you might bump into if you ended up attending.

No matter how hard Seungmin tried to block your view, no matter how hard you tried not to look around for him and have tunnel vision for the groom and bride standing on the aisle only, you knew you would somehow end up caving in.

Because no matter how hard you fought it, your eyes would always look for him in a room full of people. And you knew that if you looked and he was with her, your heart would break all over again and you would not be able to control the tears that would come rolling down your face in an instant.

Even if they were not a couple, even if they did not attend as each other's plus one, you knew you would break down at the most minimal of their interactions — because Hyunjin was no longer yours, and he had been hers first.

Granted, they had never been physically involved —as far as you knew and as far as you wanted with everything in you to believe—, and you had always been too scared to ask Minji if she ever had feelings for him, but Hyunjin did have feelings for her. To make matters worse, he used to have them up until right before you and him got romantically involved.

"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on" Hyunjin said one night.

You had all been drinking at Minho's on a Friday night, just for the sake of having a good time as the best friends you were — all eleven of you.

Hyunjin was on his third drink already and could feel his eyes becoming heavy, but even then, his eyes would light up at the sight of Minji. Your heart tightened at the realisation, having to remind yourself that it was just a crush and you needed to let go of it before you ended up hurt.

You were well aware of it, but it was hard to let it go when you were sitting down next to him on the couch and his knee was ever-so-naturally touching yours. It was hard to let go of it when the two of you got along so well and would spend hours just sitting beside each other talking about anything and everything at the same time.

And it was hard not to feel your chest hurt every single time he would steal a glance towards Minji, who kept laughing at anything that Han said as they talked by the kitchen's entrance.

It hurt, because he looked at her like she held the stars in the sky, and you wished he would look at you the same.

You wished he would look at you like that. Period.

Not her. Only you.

But he did not. You could tell the difference in his chocolate eyes when they focused on you and when they focused on her, and it hurt the same every single time.

"Why don't you tell her?" you asked regardless, trying your best to push your feelings away.

Hyunjin looked at you as if the most stupid of ideas had just come out of your mouth — and, in a way, it had. "We've been friends since we were twelve, there's no way".

"She's gonna find out eventually if you keep saying those things out loud when she's in the same room" you shrugged, bringing your cup to your mouth, quietly sipping down on your beer.

"What? Did I say something? What did I say?" he silently freaked out.

A bitter smile curved up your mouth, which was thankfully covered by the cup still pressed to your lips.

Hwang Hyunjin was so in love with his best friend that he didn't even realise when he called her the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever seen.

You wished he could ever feel that way about you, but you knew he wouldn't. Between Minji and you, you knew his heart would always choose her. And it was okay. After all, you only had a crush on him. You could make it go away any time.

Oh, how wrong you were. And how you wished it was just a crush.

How you wished you had actually put some effort into making it go away when you had the chance, instead of only letting it grow bigger and stronger by the day.

But not falling for Hyunjin was one of the hardest things you had fought against, and you failed oh-so-miserably at it.

It was his way with words and how he made you feel like the most special person in the world before the two of you were even a thing. It was the way he made you feel like no one else but the both of you existed. The way he would stare and not even try to play it off. The way he would out of nowhere say the sweetest of things to you and expect you not to become a blabbering mess in front of him.

How he would Facetime you at any time of the day just to check up on you and tell you about the plot he had randomly came up with while doing the most mundane of chores; and how he'd show up at your place with your favourite drinks and food, only for the latter to inevitably go cold, as he always seemed to arrive in the middle of your baking sessions, which resulted in him becoming your personal assistant whose commissions would be paid in all the pastries his stomach could handle.

Everything was too perfect for you not to fall head over heels for him.

The darkside of it all was that you only got to experience all that when Minji went abroad for one semester.

He didn't have her anymore, and suddenly he noticed you.

It was as if a switch had been turned off and just like that all the attention he paid to her was now focused on you. It almost felt like he was looking for a replacement in the meantime, and you were too over the moon to realise. Until she came back, and everything you had built together came crashing down.

And maybe it was your fault for letting your insecurities win over the love he claimed to feel for you, but it was hard —if not impossible— for you not to feel like you had just been there to temporarily fill a void.

As soon as she came back, you felt threatened. The second his eyes laid on her and they hugged like they were each other's oxygen after being at the verge of drowning, you knew your days together were counted.

You should've stopped it all back when it was just a crush, when she still hadn't left and you didn't have the chance to have Hwang Hyunjin's attention on you in all its splendor yet.

Maybe then the two of you wouldn't have ended up getting together when she was away. Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten so goddamn insecure when she came back and they inevitably became attached to the hip all over again, like they always were.

Maybe then you wouldn't have gone through the hardest of breakups and the most painful of heartbreaks.

No matter how convinced you were that leaving him was the best you could've done to keep your sanity, you couldn't help but feel like it was not the best choice for your heart.

Ever since you walked away that December night, it felt like something was missing, like you were in a constant state of waiting for something to arrive at your doorstep but it never would.

It was almost comical, how no matter what decision you made, whether you stayed with him or not, your heart would break regardless. If you stayed, your heart would keep hurting every single time you saw him and Minji together. If you left, your heart would hurt over the loss of him.

In the end, you just had to choose the lesser evil. And fuck, letting go of him hurt so damn much you wondered if it was the lesser evil at all.

You wished you could erase that night from your memory. The words you said to push him away and the ones he said to keep you close, the sound of his voice breaking with each sentence leaving his mouth, his gloomy, red eyes looking at you like you had just ripped his heart apart, the endless tears staining those rosy cheeks of his you had just been covering with kisses one day ago.

Everything about it, about how you walked away, you wished you could forget.

It was all on you. You hurt him, and would never forgive yourself for it, no matter how much you convinced yourself it had been the best choice for you.

He had fought for you until the end, and you did not look back from your decision once.

You had lost sleep for weeks after that, and then last night you could not bat an eye as you went through all the possibilities that would come with you attending the wedding. Over and over, you wondered whether you would be able to handle seeing him again after all this time.

Overwhelmed by all the memories and what if's that had been unleashed inside your head by simply staring at that one piece of paper, you took a deep breath and put the pen down.

Although Seungmin’s pep talk had worked wonders to help you get through with the day, and although it had managed to convince you for most of it, you realised it was not a decision you could make that easily. Not that day, at least.

With a heavy heart, you stood up from your desk and decided to make yourself some tea in hopes to ease your mind — leaving the invitation laying there in the darkness of your room, once again left to be forgotten.

You still had the rest of the week to think this through.

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warnings: angst if you squint, tooth rotting fluff

changbinxgn!reader

w/c: idk but it’s short, maybe 2 minutes?

a/n: it’s just a quick one-shot, so it’s not proofread. Enjoy reading tho!

After a long day, Yn couldn’t wait to be home. Their boss was in a bad mood, causing a negative effect on her workers.

It was late, close to midnight when Yn could finally leave their office’s building. The neon lights of the streets embracing their features, but none were able to hide the dark bags underneath their eyes.

They quickly sent a message to their boyfriend, letting him know that they’ll be on their way back. I’m off now, I’ll be home in 20, if there’s no traffic. The male on the other side of the phone replied immediately: Alright baby, be careful.

And indeed, they were lucky to make it home quickly. Opening the front door, eager to see their loved one, Yn slipped out of their shoes as quick as possible. As soon as their feet were freed from the cuffing material, they made their way into the kitchen.

The smell of freshly cooked food swiveled around them, their tastebuds inpatient to get to taste savory flavors. “Oh, hello my love! How was your day?” The buff male stood by the stove, a pink apron bound around his waist. “Exhausting, what did you made?”

Yn peaked into the pot, a stew of vegetables and cut up chicken breast playing around in a boiling broth. “It’s your favorite, off you go now baby. Take a quick shower and when you’re back, the table will be set”. Changbin placed a peck on his lovers lips before they dashed off to the bathroom.

Mere minutes later, Yn found themself back in the kitchen. Two bowls placed on the small table, steam dancing in the air. The young couple sat down before digging into a delicious meal.

“You said your day was exhausting, mind telling me what happened, baby?” The male mentioned, eyes locking with Yn’s. They swallowed down the food, licking the remaining spice off their lips before speaking.

“My boss was in a bad mood, she let out all her rage on us. Gosh, she was unbearable and I was so close to punching her”, Yn whined.

Changbin giggled at his partner’s antics, he found ninety percent of what they did cute. The way they slept, laughed and hummed a melody when doing the chores. The way their eyes sparkled and the most beautiful smile adoring their face, anytime he brought home a bouquet of pretty flowers.

“Man, she stressed the hell out of me today, bin” Yn groaned, throwing their head back in annoyance. “Is there anything I can do to help you, my love?” The younger shook their head, “no, this meal was delicious though, thank you.”

-

After having finished cleaning the dishes and clearing up the table, the couple found themselves in the bedroom. “Uhm, actually… there is something that could help me right now Binnie” Yn admitted.

Changbin looked up from his phone, he was laying on the king sized bed, waiting for his love to crawl into bed with him. “And what is that, pretty?” The latter shyly looked down at their feet, “can I have a hug? Just one hug from you always makes me feel so much better.”

The male pouted at their adorable behavior, “come here, my cutie!” He immediately locked his phone, throwing it next to him. His now unoccupied arms stretching wide, perfectly enough to have a person fit in between them. And Yn did just that, they climbed onto his chest.

He was warm, like always. They could hear his steady heartbeat beating rhythmically -like a calm melody, ready to lull them into their dreams.

“Are you felling better, my love?” His soothing voice sent a heavy effect onto their eyes. Yn hummed,”mhm, it’s so comfy here, Binnie . Never wanna leave your arms, ever. again.”

A shaking rattled through his chest, his head was thrown back in delight. The sound of his beautiful laugh rippling through the air and disturbing the silence sounded.

“I’m glad then, go to sleep baby. It’s late and you need to get your well deserved beauty sleep.” The last words of Yn’s boyfriends were slurred in a mush of letters.

A light kiss was placed on their forehead, an insider sign that they would use as a sign to protect, take care and love their partner.

Light snores echoed against the bedroom’s walls, a bundle of arms and legs tingled together on the bed. Changbin knew that he had found the one whose mood would change for the better with just one hug. Who he would propose to very soon, whom he will live and cherish for as long as he breathes.

As long as he breathes, he’d give them all his love and care. His warm arms and middle to use as a very own teddy bear.

[nicofics]

𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠

𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: you and the gang meet giorno for the first time

notes: idk what happened i had an urge to write this, but happy late christmas!! i hope everyone who celebrates had a good day! <3

you had been with bucciarati and the rest of the gang for years, you had joined slightly after narancia. you had a great relationship with almost everyone in the gang, they all trusted you and you trusted them. it was great! right now however, you were sitting at the usual meeting spot. you had preferred bucciarati bring this new guy to meet you all back at the house, we’re weren’t bothered to get ready today; but alas, you did. abbacchio was listening to music, mista was reading a book on who knows what, and fugo was trying to teach narancia some math. a pretty normal day.

bucciarati had told you all beforehand that you’d be getting a new member. nobody really seemed to care much, but you thought it’d be a nice idea to get some cake! the waiter rolled it out, and upon hearing the creaking of the wheels moving towards your table, you directed the waiter on where to place the cake slices. once the waiter left, you couldn’t help but almost drool at the strawberry sitting atop of the cake, you just had to have a slice now! you couldn’t wait on this new guy. on your way to grab a slice, you were interrupted.

“hey! whats the deal with this?” you and everyone else turned your heads towards mista, “what do you mean? its strawberry cake?” fugo responded, quite confused on what he meant. “yeah, it looks delicious too..” you added, you could’ve been in your own world with this cake, you didn’t really know. “yeah! i can see that its a strawberry cake” mista spoke, “it’s obviously not chocolate cake, or a cheesecake either! but thats not the point! there are four slices! four! do they want me to die?” mista exclaimed. abbacchio didn’t want to be apart of this conversation, he kept his head phones on. you sighed, “this again mista? get over yourself” “shut up (name)! it’s bad luck to choose one from four! talk about shitty service!” abbacchio got up from his chair, grabbing a slice, you noticed this and did the same, finally getting a slice of this cake that seemed to annoy everyone.

“don’t have a slice then” fugo said, “but i want some strawberry cake!!” “i did it!” narancia spoke up, you hadn’t heard his voice yet, seemed he was focused on the work fugo had set him. you didn’t care much, grabbing your fork and taking a bite, woah! it tasted so good! you could hear narancia and fugo talk about numbers, but you didn’t care. you put your fork down to let your tastebuds sit in wonder at this flavour when all of a sudden fugo grabbed your fork and stabbed narancia in the cheek with it. “hey! fugo what the hell?!” you shouted, fugo seemed to ignore you, grabbing narancias head he shouted, “you stupid asshole! you’re messing with me!” you glared at him, he’s the asshole here, he stole your fork!

you growled before grabbing abbacchio’s fork, he seemed to be finished eating now. “oh jeez hes lost it now” you nodded. “asshole stole my fork” you responded to mista. suddenly, narancia pulled a fork to fugos neck, “i’ll kill you! i’ll kill you fugo!” you didn’t care anymore, served him right you thought. you just continued to eat your cake with abbachios old fork.

“what the hell are you guys doing?!” a new voice spoke up, everyone froze, looking over. “i could hear you all from the entrance. you’re disturbing the other customers” bucciarati walked towards your table, a blonde guy walked behind him. “this is the new member i was telling you about yesterday, this is giorno giovanna” everyone glared at him, including you, right now wasn’t the best time to meet someone new. “i’m giorno giovanna, its a pleasure to meet you all” he spoke up, you eyed him down. he seemed young, 15? 16 maybe? definitely the new youngest member.

you turned back to your cake, you weren’t bothered to respond back to him, it seemed everyone else had the same idea as you did. narancia began apologising to fugo, and fugo even apologised to you too! “hey! i’m the one who brought him here, so be respectful!” bucciarati spoke, his eyebrows furrowed. a waiter came into the room, requesting bucciarati, he nodded, beginning to follow the waiter. “make sure you guys introduce yourself to giorno, got it?” you rolled your eyes, but while doing so, you (and everyone else at the table) noticed abbacchio pulling the teapot to his trousers. you giggled slightly, turning to giorno.

“giorno? was it?” abbacchio spoke, “why don’t you take a seat?” giorno complied, pulling a seat out and sitting down. you couldn’t help but smile as abbacchio poured giorno some ‘tea’ “well, drink up” “thank you for the tea” giorno spoke before pulling the teacup up to his mouth, he stopped in his tracks. “whats wrong giorno? not gonna drink the tea that abbacchio poured out for you?” you spoke, fugo and narancia laughed. “maybe he doesn’t want to be apart of us” mista added, only making everyones smile wider and even more mischievous.  “what the hell’s going on here?” bucciarati had returned, giorno looked up and smiled, “nothing, abbacchio just poured some tea for me” giorno told bucciarati.

then, giorno brought the cup to his lips and downed it in mere seconds. everyone looked at him, shocked. “no freakin’ way..” narancia said. “what did you guys do?” giorno placed the cup on the table, not a trace left. “he actually drank it!” you exclaimed. mista laughed, “no way! did you seriously do that?!” “no! theres no way he could have!” fugo added, trying to figure out how giorno did it. “come on tell me! how’d you do it?” you asked him. giorno shrugged, “who knows? you’re all keeping your abilities secret, aren’t you?” you all gasped, giorno giovanna was a stand user, just like you.

[nosolaceofastraightanswer]

at a family reunion-esque dinner an i just found out i have the cilantro soapy gene when i tell you i yelled at everyone “WHO WAS IT” so damn loud. anyway to cope here’s tua cilantro soap gene headcanons. please read i worked so hard XD

luther- yes and he’s sad about it :(

diego- no but he makes fun of luther

allison- nope. kind of convinced that it’s not real and everyone just made it up as an inside joke she wasn’t in on as a kid. she’s wildly insecure and bitter about it and is really passive agressive when it’s brought up

klaus- no but he is infinitely curious about what it tastes like and when he was 9 he ate a sliver of a bar of soap and cilantro at the same time to simulate the experience so he could empathize with his siblings. he cried and ran to grace who was confused but supportive and helped him wash his mouth out

five- yes but he doesn’t care. his food opinions and vibes are Very Fucked Up and he used to eat rocks anyway so. you cannot tell me this man didn’t eat rocks in the apocalypse drunkly because he was so hungry i’m sorry. also like cardboard poor baby

ben- thinks he does but he doesn’t. this is og ben bc i’m always posting about him he is the real ben hargreeves to me but this goes for s! ben too. and idk how to explain it either

viktor- yeah but he likes it. he’s like mmmmm and diego is horrified everyone is losing their minds and he’s like yummy :D my favorite

lila- yes but pretends she doesn’t because she’s seen diego make fun of luther for it. he’s all “extra cilantro right babe B)” and she’s like “hell yes” but is sad inside. if she just told him he would never order cilantro on anything again in case she wants to eat some of his food but she’s too far in at this point

sloane- no. she eats all of luther’s cilantro for him though <3

reginald asshole hargreeves- yes and i hope He Fucking Suffers. stupid ass alien tastebuds or whatever. he pretends nothing’s happening because he thinks it’s a human thing and he doesn’t want to blow his cover

grace- she can’t eat, but is aware of the chemical that makes it taste/smell like that because of her advanced sensory hardware and software

the handler- no. she puts cilantro in five’s food because she knows he has the gene. she thinks he’s on to her and picks it out but he just has no reaction. he just doesn’t care lmao. she’s playing these fucking mind games 4d chess and he���s like absentmindedly chewing on checkers

pogo- nope.

[likesunsetorange]

thought i'd share the snippet from this post! i think if I share the context of what part of the fic this scene would be from it might spoil the fic? but i also feel like we talked a lot about the plot, and the overall romcom-esque vibes of the fic make it a bit predictable overall LOL so you might honestly be able to guess what happens next tbh! but anyways, hope y'all enjoy this little snippet!

Adrenaline floods through him, his legs restless beneath him, only resulting in him further squirming on his barstool. His lips purse around a glass straw, anything to distract him for the time being; sips of a strawberry probiotic drink Mikasa forced him to buy pleasantly flood his tastebuds as he tries to ward off the energy within him. His fingers drum against the cool marble of the counter, phone in hand, staring at every single one of his unanswered text messages. 

bestieeeee it’s study day I know you missed me just a bit (we saw each other the other day) 3:08 PM

won’t be late for once I promise we’re meeting up today right? or my place ;) kidding lol, but anyways 7 sharp, whatever we decide to do lol just lmk 3:09 PM

mikasaaa 4:46 PM

? 5:46 PM

I know you told me you used to hate me and all but I thought we were at least friends now so you don’t really have to ignore me all day maybe you’re catching up on all that missed sleep or something idk but either way, I’ll call you here in a bit don’t ignore my calls 6:22 PM

wait…. is THEEEE mikasa ackerman gonna be late for the first time ever?  oh this is gonna be great so so so great 6:25 PM

It’s not often Eren is given even an inkling of a chance to feel smug about anything—Mikasa would never allow for it. With her snarky remarks, no-nonsense attitude, and little room in their schedule for mischief of any kind, Eren has never even allowed thoughts of any kind to cross his mind. But today, she’s given him more than an ample opportunity to finally cash in his bragging rights. 

Maybe she’s right that he’s a bit childish, that he takes his teasing a bit too far sometimes, and he probably is a bit aloof—a word he’d never been described before as prior to meeting Mikasa—but in this instance, he thinks he’s allowed this one indulgence of diablerie. And he knows that, in part, he does it a bit to get a rise out of her, watching the way her cheeks puff up, crimson spreading across the porcelain of her cheeks, her brows furrowing the same way every time, just before she finally rolls her eyes, huffing out an exasperated, “Eren.” 

The corner of his lip quirks up at the thought, unable to resist the chuckle that escapes him. He ponders the potential quips he can greet her with once he calls, determining which would be worthy enough of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Maybe keep it simple and be blunt— “You’re late.” Maybe even greet her with something using the millions of inside jokes they’ve acquired over the semester. Or maybe because he’s Eren, and she’s Mikasa, he’ll settle for something out of the park completely, leaving the both of them a blushing mess like always.

It's almost unbecoming of him, how, despite her (almost borderline obnoxious) penchant for color-coded schedules, ever-loving desire to boss him around, and sometimes snappy attitude, his mind is constantly consumed by her. Because despite all these seemingly disagreeable qualities about Mikasa, they’re the same exact things that transfix him about her. It’s her dedication and work ethic that made Eren notice Mikasa to begin with, and even if it manifests in… peculiar ways, it’s something that he’s always admired about her.

[bentosandbox]

So what is Chen doing in Victoria

not a full story summary just some short TLs from chen brainrot sorry

spoilers for What the Firelight Casts ofc

chenpipe run into a ghost squad and chen is like uh wait they're kinda sus, says they remind her of 'something that happened in lungmen'. After defeating a bunch she remarks their opponents have been dead for more than 48 hours (how do you know this???? do you also do forensics in the SI Unit??????) but that they're the opposite of mephisto's zombies who were devoid of any thoughts or feelings while the corpses here are still moving from their intense emotions, Bag is like oh yeah the purple flames...familiar...

They follow a caravan and run into Reed who says she's escorting a bunch of Taran refugees but also looking for the Dublinn forces. They run into a whole bunch of (Victorian Army) corpses (Chen: "seems like they fought about a week ago" how are you so good at this kind of thing lmao...) but they can't find any bodies from the opposing side because surprise: the enemies are all ghosts and they just carried on moving lol

After Reed explains the ghosts to the Taran refugees Chen tells her it's good that they've given up on joining the Dublinn forces but "If you're with them, I'm sure they won't go astray.......Although you might find it difficult to stay with them always, Draco."

?????? i was under the impression she never got any of Tal's letters but idk...maybe they did talk about Alina and co before Tal got spirited away by Nine...

This cg is so funny to me... there's a cute part here where Bagpipe gets half of a bread from the kid and then shares it with Chen

B: Thanks a bunch! Chenchen, come over! Take a bite outta this. Just one though! Smells real good, right? I'm wonderin' what kinda flavouring did they used to make this...... C: *chew*......Can't tell. B: Aw, your tastebuds must have gotten real dull after going back to Yan, or did you become even more fussy with your food? C: What do you think? You know, we Lungmenites actually boil our summer tea with twenty-four different kinds of herbs. B: For real? ......Wait, are you playing with me again? C: Nope.

And then Fischer(Puzzle) ambushes them shortly after :( but Chen notes that his (basically MI6 I think?) party treated them and particularly, her very well compared to the Taran refugees that all got tied up, while outside Chen asks Bagpipe if she still remembers the hand signals they used when they were partners in school (to steal some originium thing...?) but just as they're about to rescue Reed from Puzzle's interrogation the Draco just sets the entire tent on fire or something lol. Everyone scatters into the woods and Chen is about to make her way to some refugees when she gets attacked by someone who knows who she is ...???

C: Such quick movements! Where did they come from? ???: Chen Hui-Chieh. Officer Chen. Chen followed up with a slash that hit naught but the thick fog. She felt a chill. ???: Have you ever considered--how your actions against the Victorian Army would affect Wei Yan Wu? C: ......I do whatever I want. What does it have to do with him? I'm just trying to help some innocents stuck in conflict here, so if you want to exercise diplomacy, better make sure you're doing the right thing in the first place. ???: Perhaps you wish to gloss over the complexities, but I have a question for you. No need to rush an answer. ???: Why did you come to Victoria? Or should I say--who did you come to Victoria for? C: ......My origins, my family, or even my personal grievances have nothing to do with our current dispute. Whatever suspicions you have... right now, I only have my sword to answer you with. So, now-- (*sword slash sfx*) Leave.

At the end of the story Chen and bagpipe tune into a crappy radio and hear that Victoria and Kazdel are about to go to war, so looking forward to chapter 12 I guess!!!!!

Story was pretty good, I uh didn't read ch9/10 in it's entirety so i just went into this with extremely rusty knowledge about The Troubles I learnt in school like 10+ years ago lol, enjoyed the sibling parallels; Reed looking for her sis, Salmon looking for her brother (rip in pepperonis!!!!), Chen looking for Tal...... how does this event look and feel more like fire emblem than engage does

oh yeah iirc harmonie didnt talk to chen sadge......maybe next time hopefully

[13beachesxx]

illtown

i've been questioning all day whether the food related things i've been doing have been done in a health conscious way or an eating disordered way and i'm not sure i have the answer. i bought two scoops of ice cream as a treat and then halfway through eating it threw away, experienced some guilt about said action, but then reassured myself that it was fine to do. i simply did not enjoy the two flavors i was eating, they felt too sweet and i did not want to eat it any longer and that's just fine. and i think "finish it just because you bought it/paid for it" is not a good mentality anyway. also i wonder if the flavors i got have always been that way, or my tastebuds have become extra sensitive to sugar now and i can fine tune detect the sweetness that i never noticed was there. idk. crazy either way.

i saw someone walking a pomeranian and another person walking a dachshund toward each other from opposite directions and immediately as they crossed paths the dachshund started leaping to hop on the pomeranian and the pomeranian looked so excited and the owners had to separate them and i was like, how tysha of them.

i spotted graffiti in two separate places that said illtown and i was like, what a fitting name for this city. then i discovered it's the name of a local teenage skate crew and that's even more beautiful. teenage boys are so cute i love them i hope they keep skating everywhere.

being on the precipice of releasing something to the public at large feels weird. i think until it literally happens i'm not gonna believe it's happened.

i got another migraine. probably lack of sleep again. time to do that lol.

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

Okay the food intolerance one may be misleading because I had basically a freak health accident happen when I was 14, which is why I developed a bunch of food intolerances and health issues all at the same time.

So I don’t think it’s super common to have a severe intolerance develop suddenly, I’m just very prone to having freak accidents.

That being said, I do know lactose intolerance can start at any age, which sucks. I’m really lucky that I’m only very mildly intolerant, and it’s only to drinking a lot of milk (not other dairy products), so I’m fine 99.9% of the time.

Re: the chocolate thing, okay completely anecdotally, I’ve noticed that it’s mostly older people who like dark chocolate more and that young kids tend to like white chocolate more, and that a lot of people outgrow their love of white chocolate and grow into liking dark chocolate.

Sort of related, but most kids hate vegetables but grow to love them as adults. So I don’t know if it’s like, your tastebuds changing as you age, or what, but there is that.

Also though, I feel obligated to mention this as someone who studies child development, according to a bunch of sources, kids aren’t actually born hating vegetables, it’s a conditioned response. Confusingly though (I should really ask a professor about this), newborns do show an ability to distinguish different tastes and show a preference for sweet things (compared to salty, bitter, and I forget the last).

I mean according to like the evolutionary brain stuff, we are meant to enjoy sweet things more than bitter (sugar = energy (super duper important thing that helps us survive, also relatively rare in the wild so it should be taken advantage of; no to very low risk of eating too much sugar in the wild, plus you’d be working out a lot more foraging or hunting or whatever).

So idk if that first sentence is actually just propaganda to get parents to be more positive about vegetables with kids, but it does work somewhat, since kids who were raised only eating “healthy” foods tend to prefer them, but honestly it’s kind of confusing lmao.

Sorry I just infodumped so much about this absolutely useless info lmfaooo sorry (but I feel like you know me well enough to know that this is a thing by now lmaooo)

Oooh I may have confused food intolerance with allergies! 😮 Allergies can develop any time I think? 😱

I really like milk products so I'm hoping I won't develop that at any time🙈

Yeah I noticed that too! Like all my older relatives prefer dark chocolate meanwhile I'm in the corner gnawing on milk chocolate🙈

My taste in vegetables changed a lot as I grew up❤️ But like, I still hate cabbage and eggplant and leek so much 😂 I can never eat them, no matter how they are cooked😂

I used to hate mushrooms and now I love them so so much! ❤️

[sningo-prompts]

People keep trying to give Sningo treats.

Since hes actually human he comes off as a really well behaved Pokemon. I think there might be some stereotypes around sneasels being little thieves because of how they steal eggs so its like a shock to people how calm and behaved Sningo is. Sure some people still stick their nose up at him because of the sneasel stereotype but it also causes people to approach more.

On the subway its not as bad because hes always with Emmet and people there 100% know who Emmet is and respect him. The trainers kinda push it a little but they know how to ask before just walking up to him and picking him up. Well most. Its the staff Emmet has the most trouble with at first.

Some of the staff notice how happy this sneasel has made Emmet. Since Emmet hasnt told anyone yet no one knows its really Ingo. So some of them take to having treats on them to offer the Ingo. Of course when Emmet finds out hes gonna be livid lmao. But this brings Ingo to a pretty awkward situation. His old coworkers fawning over him like hes a new born sneaslet. Its embarrassing and degrading. Then someone offers him a treat. He just looks at it confused before he gets it. They want him to eat that. He doesnt want to eat it. “Spoiled little thing isnt it” oh he doesnt like that. “You think? Maybe he doesnt even know what it is? You dont think the boss would be neglecting the lil guy do you? Every pokemon jumps at these treats thats why i got em.” Ingo doesnt know what to do at all. They are talking poorly about his brother and he does not like it. An angry “SNEE!” And they snap back to him. He wont tolerate them talking bad about Emmet. Idk what i was going on with this one but im gonna move to the next scenario. Its been like three hours since i start this post xD

~~~

Maybe little kids approach them and try to give him a treat. They are children and he doesnt wanna hurt their feeling. The first time it happened the kid looked like they would cry if he didnt take it so he did. It was bland and not at all up to his human tastebuds. But its just a little kid so he plays it up for them. Emmet can tell though, he can still see right through his brother. Once the finally get away from the kid Emmet gives his brother a little lecture about it. After all Ingo should have to do that. Eat something he doesnt want to or act a certain way for others. Emmet makes a point to tell people Ingo cant eat treats on doctors orders, this gets people to back off about it and not make them upset. After all telling people that no you cant give my sneasel a treat because its gross didnt work very well. Plus Emmet hates seeing his brother be degraded everytime they go out. Why cant people just leave them alone. He knows it hurts Ingo to be treated less like a person and more like his brother pet, it hurts Emmet so he knows it has to hurt Ingo twice as much. Emmet goes out of his way to make sure hes treating his brother as an equal.

Stopping here because i was about to go off on another tangent that has nothing to do with treats. Lord this post os hardly about treats at all already

[4x01]

i vastly prefer vegetables over fruits lately idk what happened in my tastebuds over the past year but now most fruits taste too tart and most vegetables feel like the most nourishing thing on earth

[kissingchoso]

Could we get a pt 2 to the “Can I use this? | Choso Kamo” fix plz 😔? (If you want to ofc)

There’s No Harm In Trying | Choso Kamo

Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader

Synopsis: What could happen if Choso finally admits his feelings? Would you still crave for him in the way he does with you?

Warnings: 18+ content, fluffy towards the end, making out, oral (m. recieving), eventual sex, riding, choso drops the l-bomb, surprisingly less shitty writing but idk

A/N: abso-fucking-lutely babes 👹🖤 any reason to write more Choso! Also, I apologize for getting this out so fucking late, I hate myself too. I hope this satisfies you and my writing tastebuds as me trying to get back into the writing scene after a hiatus. Thank you bby!

This is the post they are referring to! 

It has been unusually quiet since the last time you and Choso had your last moment together. 

You decided to focus on your training while Choso remained ever present. Whenever you’d turn to him for help, a part of him became excited at the raunchy favor you could be asking for. Yet, he’d try to hide his disappointment whenever your questions led to jujutsu training.

Today was no different. You and him were the only ones left on the sparring floor, using your cursed techniques on each other. Nothing was meant to harm the other, really! The two of you were labeled as top ranking sorcerer/curse for a reason! But, imagine both of your surprises when Choso manages to land a good hit on you, effectively immobilizing you between him and the matted floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he wheezes. It felt like the first time you’ve ever heard him cuss without his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. “I wasn’t thinking—”

“Choso, it’s fine. I had a feeling you were holding back on me anyway,” the reassurance you attempted apparently wasn’t enough for him. He began pestering you, fully getting off of you but not allowing you up. Then came the wandering hands and the concerned questions. 

“Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you anywhere?” How could he with the cushioning underneath your head. You try to ignore the feeling of his large fingers curling around your arms, side of your neck and the back of your head, mind filling with a flurry of thoughts that aren’t exactly appropriate given the situation.

“Trust me, I’m okay. I’d tell you if I was hurting,” a soft chuckle left your lips as you sat up, holding your hands up on either side of your head as if showing him yourself that you were okay. “See?”

The raven haired man sat back on his haunches, body slumping slightly forward. Out of the both of you, he looked the most wounded. “Good... Good, I would have hated to hurt you...or worse.”

Frowning, you scooted yourself closer to him, hand coming to rest on his cheek. You thumbed part of the band that ran horizontally across his face. It was his biggest insecurity about himself, yet you always found yourself gazing upon it and touching on it so carefully, it was often times he had second thoughts. 

“You didn’t though, baby. ‘m the picture of health right here!” you smiled when he did, happy to see the small amount of light flash through his eyes. “Why don’t we stop training for today? Wanna stop by to my room?”

He hasn’t been in there in at least a week. There was no need for him to when you’re only seeing him in passing and hardly checking in on him via texting. This is what it was taking to come back? What kind of man would he be to say no?

“Okay.”

He doesn’t remember how things escalated so quickly. One minute you’re idly chatting (mostly you talking and him listening), then the next you’re asking him to close his eyes while you change (he doesn’t understand why he has to do this all things considered - still, he listens and shuts his tired eyes), and finally you’re perched up on his lap, desperately making out with him on the edge of your bed. 

You were whimpering against his lips, your arms squeezing around his neck as if fearing he’d disappear again. It’s not like he was doing any better. What with the way he was holding your hips flush against his, occasionally bucking his upwards just to experience that delicious friction he has been craving as of late.

It’s not the same when he attempts to jerk himself off, remembering your clear instructions on how to go about it. It only feels good when you’re next to him, whispering sweet words of encouragement with that pretty voice of yours as he brings himself over the edge. The once beautiful act turned mundane as Choso quickly got himself off and went to clean up as if nothing happened.

With you, he can ride out those same highs that left him absolutely breathless.

Pulling away from his lips, you pant against his face, struggling to find the correct words to tell him. “Ca...Can we do something new? Please?” 

Ah, there it is. 

The subtle crack in your voice, volume going down a couple of volumes so only he could hear. He’s discovered quickly that this is a weak point for him. Even though he is the virgin taking lessons from the likes of someone so perfect like you, he couldn’t help the proud sensation that blooms in his chest when you ask him so nicely. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Oh fuck-” a shudder passes through you at the thoughts floating through your head. “promise this is gonna feel so good. Wan’ you to put it inside.” 

All he could do is watch in silent amazement as you stand up, peeling away the bottoms you were wearing as well as the sticky slick that clings onto your underwear.

The scent of your cunt hits him and he can feel his mouth beginning to become heavy with the amount of drool being produced.

Had it not been for the promise of finally getting to fuck you, he’d lay you out and have you cumming on his tongue and tongue alone. It’s been so long since he got to indulge himself in your sweet cunt, but he saves it for next time.

The pawing of his own lightweight pants take him out of his dazed mind and he quickly stands to do the same, instead stripping himself completely nude before crawling to the center of your bed, back resting against your headboard. He didn’t know what he was doing but the look in your eyes tells him he did all that he needed to do for now. 

Slowly, you crawled your way over to him, hips seductively swaying from side to side until you’re carefully resting in the space between his legs.

It was unorthodox to jump straight into sex without any foreplay, at least that’s what you believed in. You always told yourself the moment you day to show Choso how to properly have sex, it’d be slow and passionate, showing him all the wonders of fucking before laying to rest beside him.

Now, though? There wasn’t any time for the full effect you originally hoped for. All you could do for now is ensure he was properly ready for you before moving forward.

You reached for his already hardened dick, bobbing every once in a while as you drew closer to it. You swore the thing had a mind of its own at times, simply drawing out its own pleasure while Choso tried to keep up. 

There was no ounce of hesitation in your eyes when you lathered your tongue against the base of his dick. No trace of second thoughts, nor uncertainty when you peered up at him. It’s like you wanted to do this, living to please the cursed being in front of you. 

Your tongued worshiped him, tracing along all of the ridges and dips that were there. Clear pre oozed from his tip, sliding down the length of his dick, but your tongue was quick to pick it up. Your tastebuds became overwhelmed with just him, suddenly craving more. 

Part of you nearly forgot what your original intentions for this were. Finding yourself laid in between his legs, his thighs occasionally trembling beside your head, you almost just wanted to make him cum like this. The throbbing between your legs can easily be satiated at a later time. 

From above you, Choso’s groans grew louder. At some point, he found the confidence to place his hand within your hair, at some point tugging you off. “Y-Y/N, please. I-I can’t.....can’t last like this,” he whimpered.

The warning did not go unheard by you. It’s not like you couldn’t tell either way. What, with his knees starting to bend, hands gripping at his sides, even the eventual whimpers was enough for you to know. Giving him one last teasing lick, you finally lifted off of him in favor of straddling his lap again. “It’s okay, s’okay, you don’t have to hold on for too long.”

Reaching between both of your bodies you lined him up with your entrance before sliding down his impressive length. Put aside the burn and slight pain you were feeling, this was...phenomenal. To be against him like this, as one. The feeling is almost too good.

It took some time but you finally managed to sit on his lap, thighs shaking and burning from the pleasure, but you had to look at his face. Intaking his fucked out expression, short pants leaving his lips as he struggled to keep himself from orgasming too early. 

You’d remain like this forever if the universe had been kind enough to grant you this wish. The gaze laid upon you by those black orbs read nothing but lust, yet you can make out the adoration in his eyes. He trusted you, enough to the point for you to take his first time having a lay with a woman.

It could have been counted a cruel gesture, but you could not help your arms from shooting out towards him to bring him closer to you, hands finding their way into his sweated down hair only to place a rather loving kiss to his lips.

A noise of surprise is heard from Choso until he returns the kiss, hands placed on your sides gently as you two poured it all out. It hardly was a minute until Choso was pulling away, desperately rutting his hips upwards. The motion nearly bucked you off of him completely until finding the energy and courage to do what he wanted. 

Your body was already worn from sparring but there was more than enough fight in you to give Choso the best fucking session of his life.

“F-Fuck-” he gasped, squeezing your sides tightly. “So tight ‘nd w-...warm. I love you so much.”

If only he gave you chance to respond. Not even three seconds after making his confession was he planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you, desperately seeking a high that was nearly there. 

All you could do is let his words ring in your ear while his hips fall into an unsteady pace and warmth radiates through you like a wildfire.

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You’re Not Mine | Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy ig? A lil angst if you squint

Time/Era: Golden Age

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: When two foreign royals take interest in Peter and Y/N, jealousy arises. 

Requests: 1) hi :) i was wondering if you could maybe do a jealous!peter x reader ?? not enough of those hehe thank u so much  

2) If possible can you do a peter pevensie x reader where the reader gets jealous clingy due to another queen from another royal kingdom flirting with him if that makes sense idk if it does but yeah 😂

A/N: Hi! I hope it’s okay I combined these two :) They’re quite similar so I thought they would work well together! Enjoy! Also, the Prince and Princess obviously don’t exist in canon, but they do in this story lol.

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It was an unspoken agreement that Peter and Y/N only had eyes for eachother. Their arrangement was never made official nor spoken about but by their actions, it was more than obvious. High King Peter was infatuated with Y/N, and he was wrapped around her finger. Whether it was due to her unbelievably inviting demeanor or her ability to listen to Peter speak for hours, the poor king couldn’t get enough of the girl. Y/N was always there to offer support, without offering advice unwarranted, and she managed to crack Peter’s shell quite quickly. 

Y/N wasn’t a royal, nor was she a member of the official staff at Cair Paravel. Rather, she was just a normal girl in her late teens that happened to stumble upon Narnia, much like the royal family. Peter envied that she didn’t have any real responsibility or ties to the Kingdom; she was just a normal citizen who happened to befriend her rulers. What Peter didn’t understand was that she did have a responsibility. And a big one at that. She offered support to her Kings and Queens as normal friends, rather than monarchs who had all of the answers. Y/N kept her friends sane and relaxed. Her job could be seen as one of the more important jobs in the kingdom for that sole reason. 

“I’m not too excited about tomorrow, if I’m being honest,” Peter spoke hesitantly, sharpening his blade. The king sat upon a large rock in the courtyard, whereas Y/N was perched on a nearby bench. 

“And may I ask why?” Y/N hummed, her hands working on a daisy chain. She glanced up at her friend, unbothered by the shrill sound of the sharpening metal. Taking care of his blades was a coping mechanism Peter had taken up, so anything that helped him clear his mind didn’t bother Y/N in the slightest. 

“King Lune is bringing Princess Alexandra and Prince Frederick along to the deal,” Peter’s hands worked on his sword, his brow scrunched in frustration. “Which means more Archenland soldiers in Narnia. The more foreign soldiers in Cair Paravel, the more on edge the entire kingdom appears. I don’t want them to think we fear them.” 

“Ah, I see. Hand me that flower will you, Pete?” Y/N pointed at a daisy near his foot. Peter plucks it from the soil and hands it to Y/N. “Thank you. What deal are you trying to make?” 

“Ed and I are trying to get them to sign a peace treaty, which may or may not be a good idea.” 

“Isn’t there a third Prince? Prince Rub The Rash or something?” Y/N’s voice resembled a giggle. 

Peter snickers, “Rabadash, yeah. Apparently he has important matters to deal with and won’t be attending. A blessing, if you ask me.”

Y/N holds her daisy chain up in the light and observes her handiwork. The stems were woven around eachother securely and each flower was on perfect display. She grinned and fastened the ends together so it formed a crown. 

“So, a peace treaty. That’s good, yeah? More allies, or whatever.” 

“Yeah, that’s a good way to look at it. We’re just not too positive about what they want in return. Something tells me that’s why the Prince and Princess are tagging along.”  At these words, Peter makes a sharp movement and the metal of his sword emits a high pitched screech. 

“You mean marriage?” 

“Yeah, marriage. Susan and I, most likely.” 

Y/N sucks in air through her nose harshly. “Oh, I see.” She stands from the bench and stands right in front of her king. 

Y/N delicately pulls his crown from his head, placing her daisy chain in its place. His dirty blonde hair smooths against his forehead and Peter looks up with his beautiful blue eyes. Y/N always adored his eyes; no matter how his body language looked, his eyes always displayed his true emotions. 

“You look nice with flowers in your hair, my king.” Y/N’s voice was soft, making Peter understand what she was feeling immediately. 

“Thank you, but you know you don’t have to address me with formalities.” 

The two were extremely close in this moment; just observing the other’s faces. Peter hand a stone-cold look on his face, but his irises were filled with doubt and sadness. Y/N sighed, taking a step back and diverting her gaze. 

“Well, you are my king. I don’t see anything wrong with addressing you as such.” 

“I’m more than just your king, Y/N. You of all people should know that.” 

“What’s her name again?” Y/N had turned her back to Peter. She heard Peter set the objects in his hands on the grass and stand. 

“Who’s name?” 

Y/N tightened her grip on Peter’s metal crown. “The princess you are set to marry.” 

“Why does it matter?” The jagged edges of the crown dug into Y/N’s palm. 

“What is it, your majesty?” 

“Alexandra. Princess Alexandra.” Peter’s large hand fell to Y/N’s lower back and he guided her to sit on the bench. 

“King Peter and Queen Alexandra, that has a bit of a ring to it.” Her gaze fell to the metal between her fingers, her thumb running across a small red jewel. 

“Y/N, stop it. If it’s marriage we’re not going to go through with it. Ed and I have already spoken about this with Susan.” 

“Peter, I don’t think you understand something very important,” Y/N moved her head in one fluid motion to lock eyes with Peter. “You’re not mine, and you never will be. You’re High King of Narnia. I’m just, well, me. And we can never change that.” 

Peter rose his hand and adjusted the flowers atop his head so they wouldn’t fall off. “I have all the power needed to change that, Y/N.”

“But why would you? Why would you risk the safety of Narnia for me?” 

Peter sighs. “How about this, you come to the agreement, yeah? We’re holding a ball beforehand so we can ‘mingle’ and scope out their intentions.” Y/N nods solemnly, handing the crown back to its owner. 

“Flowers really do suit you, Peter.” And with that, Peter’s favorite girl stands and walks back towards the castle. 

~

“How’s the punch? I heard it’s not very good,” A voice pulls Y/N out of her trance. She was currently watching a very handsy Princess Alexandra feel Peter’s biceps and giggle. 

“Pardon?” She looked up to see a very handsome man leaning against the wall. He was rather tall and lanky, with long ginger hair that was swept into his eyes. Atop his head sat a golden crown, very similar to Peter’s, and his face was twisted into a grin. The man was extremely attractive, with his slightly cocky body language and flirty tone. 

“Is the punch good? Tasty? Pleasing to the tastebuds? I heard it wasn’t.” In his hand, he held a small clear cup filled with red liquid. He raises it to his pink lips and takes a gulp. 

“Seems like you just answered your own question.” 

“It was alright,” He smiles. “It would be better if I knew your name, though.” 

“Your drink would be better if you knew my name?” Y/N laughs, growing more comfortable in the presence of who she assumed was Prince Frederick. 

“Well, it would make my day, night, week, month, year, life better. My drink is just a part of that,” He winked and took another sip. “I’m Prince Frederick, but someone as pretty as you can call me Fred,” The royal held out his hand for a handshake. 

Y/N giggled and shook it. “Y/N, I’m a close friend of the Narnian Kings and Queens.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but be charmed by the mysterious prince. He was funny and flirty, which was probably exactly how he wanted to appear as. Peter, on the other hand, hated what he saw. He was across the room but watching Y/N’s body language ignited a fire inside his stomach. 

“You’re so strong, King Peter,” Princess Alexandra squeezed his upper arm. Peter glanced at her then back at Y/N. 

“Thanks,” He responded shortly, tight jawed with his hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes glanced over the pair and his gaze took in the subtle changes of his love. She was facing Frederick head-on while throwing her head back to laugh at whatever he’s saying. 

“Who are you looking at?” Alexandra said, placing two fingers on his cheek and turning his head to face her. 

Peter pushed away from her presence and walked over to the pair. “Excuse me,” The two turn their head towards Peter. Y/N’s smile faltered at Peter’s expression; he looked almost angry and was staring daggers into Fred’s skull. 

“Hello, my King,” Y/N bowed, acting formal as there were guests in the room. 

He ignores Y/N and turns to Prince Frederick. “Who are you?” 

This doesn’t seem to faze Fred as he lazily sips his drink. “I’m Prince Frederick. You must be King Peter, I was just talking to your friend.” He moves his cup to gesture Y/N. 

“I can see that,” Peter mumbles. A similar look of disdain falls over Y/N’s face as her eyes follow the path Peter took to get to her. At the end stood Princess Alexandra, now speaking to Edmund.

“How is Princess Alexandra?” 

“Oh, she’s doing great. Thinks I’m very strong.” 

“Oh, good.” Y/N responds passive-aggressively. 

“Yeah, it’s great. She was just feeling my bicep. Said it was the biggest she’s ever felt, mmhm.” 

Fred looks between the two awkwardly, raising his eyebrows and taking it as his cue to leave. He pushes off the wall and meets his sister in the middle of the room. 

“Fred, he said I can call him that by the way, just got done calling me pretty before you got here,” Y/N looked up at Peter, her eyebrow quirked and arms crossed over her chest. 

Peter glances over at Edmund and nods before grabbing Y/N’s arm and dragging her out of the room. He pushes her against a wall a little bit away from the ballroom. 

“I told you I wasn’t marrying her, why are you doing this?” His breath fanned her lips as he spoke. 

“Doing what?” 

“Flirting with Princey,” Peter’s body pinned Y/N’s against the stone brick wall. “I saw how you were talking.” 

“Why were you flirting with Miss Princess if you weren’t planning on marrying her?” 

“I wasn’t!”

“I saw her feel you up, Peter!” Y/N huffed in frustration, her hands coming to push and his shoulder. However, Peter was a wall and held his ground with little to no effort. 

“She felt my arm for, like, 10 minutes. Big deal. You actually flirted back.” 

“I did no such thing, thank you very much. I was too busy watching you flirt with whats-her-face to even notice Prince Frederick!” 

Peter slammed a fist into the brick before pressing a sheering kiss to Y/N’s lips. The kiss was hot and rushed; both parties putting all of their emotions into the one action. Teeth clashed and tongues wrestled until Peter eventually pulled away breathlessly. His lips were swollen and red, and Y/N assumes she looked the same. 

“I don’t want to marry her, Y/N. I want to marry you. I am so fucking in love with you,” Peter shook his head, walking in a small circle before returning to his place. “And seeing you with Princey really made me understand that I need you.” 

“Then, what are you waiting for, My King?” 

“Well, a yes would be nice.” 

Y/N giggled, and all tension seemed to dissipate. “Well, I haven’t been asked anything yet.” 

Peter’s grin matched Y/N’s. “Well, Lady Y/N, would you marry me and become my queen?” 

“Yes, Peter. Took you long enough.” 

The two laughed once more before pressing their lips together once more. Unlike the last kiss, this one was feather-light and full of love. Peter caressed the sides of Y/N’s face with his rough hands and pressed his lips against hers with much certainty. 

“There you are!” Edmund rounded the corner just as the couple pulled apart. “Good news! You two managed to weird out the Prince and Princess so much that they’re backing out of the arrangement. King Lune was convinced to sign the treaty with no further complications.”