#like he eats when i first out it in the bowl and then 20 mins later he went down and ate more the same amount like man

[oysterie]

Honestly I think my cat has been eating too much at once and that's why he's throwing up a bit

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Bakery ownerKai! Smutty hcs:"

✰---Summary: you pass this new bakery so often. and from what you can tell from just through the windows, it's full of cheer and life. whoever uses it makes the most of the small space. their personality really shines through in the decorations and the desserts looked good and well... you couldn't deny that the baker with the apron and the broad shoulders looked good in there as well. so you decide to stop in. but this is only the beginning: now he smiles when he thinks of you and your cute interaction together, hoping you'd come back and then soon enough... you do.

✰--- approx: 20 min read

✰---A/n: idk if these are considered hcs anymore lol here's a fic to hopefully tide over y'all while I finish up on that much much longer one for Vernon. may or may not turn this into a full fic OR just another hc post. probably the second because of the Vernon fic coming out perhaps in two chapters. andI feel as if this would just be better in "hc " format. (Maybe some header images coming soon idk) trying to make my fics prettier do y'all like the life stars?

✰---warningz/info: cursing I think, lots of talk of eating and desserts, smutty, Kai jerks off, I have a little brake telling you where the NSFW starts, reader has boobs but otherwise is gn I think. and that’s about it.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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Bakery owner!Kai who whips his head around spilling chocolate on the floor when he hears your voice for the first time. He has just opened the shop, it was a hole in the wall and cutesy— plushies and Pokémon character figurines on the shelves, stuff like that. You saw it then you saw him. With his powdered sugar dusted apron from the doughnuts this morning. And in this moment he realizes how very, extremely, dank he looks right now. His eye bags are dragging down his face like circles of hell, he hadnt had time to do much anything about it this morning. His hair isn’t really done. He had slept through his first alarm (something he hasn’t done is forever) and had to get here, to make the stupid doughnuts early because well, he’s the only worker here. Ugh why did I have to conserve on money this way? He thought to himself. The bowl clatters with a reverberating and embarrassing clang. He cringes, quickly going to pick it up as you greet him so so so cutely he thinks his heart will explode.

Bakery owner!Kai who’s blush on his cheeks looks so adorable to you you have half a mind to tell him. You’d Been passing this shop for days but you’d finally gotten a chance to go in this morning. He’d never know, but you’d looked into your phones selfie camera to fix your appearance one last time before going in after taking a deep breath. And you smile at the way he endearingly shares the story of how he got the shop with you.

Bakery owner!Kai who somehow feels so comfortable with you quickly when you ask about the weird names for all his desserts. He says it’s a long story and you tell him you’ve got all the time in the world for it. And he smiles wide and your knees go weak. And then because of the air of the shop you carried in with you when you set foot into the place or vibe you give off he doesn’t know but he just blabbers on and on about why he named the desserts what he did

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Bakery owner!Kai who hopes and prays that you’ll be back. and that night he can’t get you out of his head. oh no.... he really can't. and he almost feels bad when the thought of you and your sweet as sugar smile is being tossed around in his mind, making his stomach do flips as his weeping cock is dripping onto his fist. and he just can't.... stop. not that he wants to. hes pretty sure your imagine is burned in his mind till the day he dies... ok, maybe a little over exaggerated but you get the point. but now he can't think. his mind his clouded with how he should've invested in more business cards. so he could've given you one and maybe suavely told you to call him if you ever had a sugar emergency

ok... that was a little cheesy so maybe not. but who the hell knows, maybe you'd like it?! he'd gone over that small interaction you two had that day-- wondering, even though it was all a blur, how he made you feel; comfortable? at ease? oh, he hopes so. even the way he handed the box to you, with a free pastry in there as well, of course, tied with his best, perkiest ribbon all neatly. he wanted to make sure it was perfect for you. even if he never saw you again, even if you both forgot in a weeks time. he wanted to make a good impression while he had the chance.

he even worried about how the pastry tasted. though, he was confident in his skills with his passion he couldn't help but think about it all the rest of that day. which... when he though about it... seemed lonely without you in his shop. was it a good texture? flavors balanced enough? not the slightest hint of staleness? he made sure to grab one from the back of the display counter to make sure.

"you must really wanna see them again?" his friend joked "youre in looooveeee"

Bakery ownerKai! who, when he says that, rolls his eyes at Beomgyu, the friend with powdered sugar caked on his face thicker than he could grow his own beard to be. who was sitting at his table, getting crumbs all over it with the weird way he was sitting.... with his feet... all over the booth. Not even with shoes on! just bare feet. which kai honestly didnt mind much. he lets his friends eat here when hes closing up and nobody's around all the time. they'll usually clean out the couple things here and there that didnt sell and would've been thrown away anyways.

so when he drops his broomstick, almost shrieking, whisper yelling at Beomgyu to get his feet off the furniture, his friend at question is a little bit confused but does it anyway.

Baker ownerKai! who's nonchalant and laughing at his friends comment shaking his head and thinking to himself: no no, thats not true. pfff this guy is outta his mind! that was... until he saw you walk in again. "hello! I know you're closing in like--" you check your phone, "five minutes. but would you mind? that dessert I got a bit back was so good I had to literally run here from work to get the same one." he nods, smiling. and Beomgyu sits up straight in his seat at the way you two are just sitting there.... looking at each other for just a little too long. Kai swiftly drops down to pick up the broom he had dropped before leading you to the counter.

"sorry about that. I was just setting up traps for any burglars, but I trust you'll pay right?" he chuckles and you laugh along with him. "if I didnt pay then id never be able to have any more of this delicious delicacy, am I right?" you joke back. he nodes and keeps up his very much not customer service smile and gets you the dessert he remembers giving you in a box. "aw thank you!" he places the tongs down into the sink "thats really sweet of you! was it that good?" he turns back around to face you, closing up the box and you can't help but stare at the way his hands flex when his nimble fingers are pushing that box closed.

you realize youre taking too long to respond, "no seriously, it was!" you lean excitedly on the counter, bouncing on your heels. "and thats why I had to come back for more., and why I need to pay and leave a generous tip" you chuckle, already counting out the cash for the little doughnut shaped tip jar. "or maybe I could just give it to you for free!" his back is turned, snipping a stand of that pretty expensive ribbon he used especially for yours last time and made sure to move towards the front of the ribbon rack in case you came back so that he'd reach it easily.

"wait? what? no! youre joking right?" he spins back around to you, smirk on his face. "not in the slightest." he chirps. then hands you the box. you stuff your tip in the jar. "no seriously! please, take the money." you weren't worried that he now might think you owe him, he seemed to nice for that. "and im serious too. its like one pastry. you'd be taking it off my hands and doing be a favor actually if you'd like to think of it that way that is. not that is isn't fresh." he shrugged. hes leaning in over the counter a little bit, apron bumping the iPad customers would use to pay. you open your mouth to say something but he stops you "you already tipped me! even if you didnt just take it. my treat."

you didnt know it but in his mind he was already dreaming of having one ready every week for when you came in. maybe a sticky note with his number one day too? "wow thanks so much! thats so sweet of you!" you hold the box closer to you and look down at it.

you also didnt know it, but hes his half hard cock is now pressed up against the cabinet under the counter. and hes trying not to imagine you with powered sugar on your nose... not a very sexual sight in itself he guesses, but something cute none the less and that won't do his situation any good. hes also trying not to think of you licking your fingers after the delicious dessert, or the way youre leaned over the counter even more now, giving him a perfect vantage point of your plush boobs that after accidentally seeing a peak of once he wants to never do so again.

hes mature, or at least needs to be about this. not that he doesn't want to. cause god he really wants to take a sneak peak down. who wouldn't? youre sweet and gorgeous, and funny! but he wants you to know who he really is. so thats why hes currently focusing really hard on your eyebrow and trying so damn hard not to even glance down in that general direction. even if he was doing something entirely different than peaking.... cause thats what gentleman does.

"wait how'd you know my order?"

and now hes back on earth. he scratches the back of his neck. "I uh" "were you hoping id be back?" you smile, obviously meaning it' as a joke. but he just smiles back "bakers memory," he taps his brain, "there a lot up here ya know. gotta remembers recipes and stuff" he takes it as a win cause it was a good distraction. you take it as a win cause he kinda just called you important... right?

you dont pay and see yourself out. as youre opening the door you sniff the box "ugh smells so good! can't wait. thanks again!" and just like that youre gone

Bakery ownerKai! who's friend who is usually such a yapper, is at a loss for words for a second after you leave until he simply says: "I get the feeling you'll be seeing them a lot"

~end~

I’m gonna do a part two/ make this into a full on fic eventually. Just wanted something to post until I finish the bigger fic I’m working on. If you liked it please leave some love like comments or a reblog!

Thanks for reading <3

Taglist: @bamtorin

[scribblingmuchlyrexan]

for obvious reasons (Lucifer Hazbin Hotel brainrot) i started watching Netflix's Lucifer show

there are some clips i find especially funny and want to share with friends, but i'm concerned looking them up on YouTube might expose me to spoilers.

so i'll just start noting them in this post lol and then look them up either when i finish the show or lose steam on it and don't care about spoilers

s2e7 Lucifer's "Apparently so" when talking to Boris the human lie detector with Dan

s2e10 ~5 mins in: Chloe Decker's "special day" of the first day of her dad's killer's case. but Lucifer, awkwardly repeating: " 'my dad's... killer.' ...Nietzsche."

s2e13 -42:10 "We can't go to the hospital. ~The hospital didn't help any of the other victims. The only thing that can save me is finding the antidote." Lucifer: "...Very well." HOT -31:35 Lucifer getting out of being captured so easily and then slugging people -27:59 "Well come on, who's in?!" 26:00 Lucifer's little smile in response to Linda's (therapist's) statement (I FORGOT HER NAME WHEN I FIRST MADE THIS NOTE AND FIRST WROTE "?Deborah?" QSJFKSKKS)

huh. something i have a mixed relationship with in regards to Hazbin's Lucifer is his INSANELY humanized writing. like i joked with some friends about Jeremy Jordan saying he himself (not Lucifer) has high blood pressure, and that, y'know what, Vivzie WOULD give angels blood pressure. disgustang and uncreative. something something this meme

[okay my internet's super slow rn so it won't upload but it's the Drake and Josh screenshot where Josh says with disgusted squinted eyes "Megan" but i instead put "Vivzie"]

and his too-humanness includes his psychology

but Lucifer in Netflix's version is also very human in his psychology. but it WORKS for me. maybe because it's used all the time as a way to say "this is an imperfect and selfish character, not just a sad wet towel of a character who you should feel bad for" (which how i've taken a lot of his angst) and it's not all essentially resolved in a couple songs lol. idk. but anyway, that struck me today: my fully enjoying and accepting the human-ness of Netflix's Lucifer, and my having mixed opinions leaning toward disdain and dislike on the human-ness of Vivzie's Lucifer

s2e17 -38:28 Lucifer playing with office chair

s3e2 -13:55 Lucifer's "copy THAT" to getting to heckle Dan more for Lucifer fans: -11:32 to 11:20 about chucklebunnies to Lucifans -2:09 "We all have itchy butts" to "it's what a woman told me right before i punched her in the face." (plus yay the subtitler cut up the punchline correctly :) )

s3e10 -29:30 or so: from before Lucifer's "Yes PLEASE" to Helena's "Eat me" to him stalking across the skating rink to get to Helena. SUCH HAZBIN LUCIFERCORE -4:30 Lopez: "Holy burrito bowl!"

s3e10 me: DANG IT WOULD'VE BEEN INTERESTING IF FINALLY LUCIFER'S ASSUMING EVERYTHING IS SUPERNATURAL LED TO HIM ACCIDENTALLY MURDERING SOMEONE. THE WRITERS HAD MARCUS STAY DEAD FOR JUST LONG ENOUGH AND LUCIFER LOOK BACK JUST ENOUGH TIMES TO MAKE ME REEEAAALLLY THINK THERE WAS A GOOD CHANCE THAT'S HOW IT WAS GOING TO GO. NICE

s3e13 -37:20 Lucifer throws tissue box at Cain and the latter entirely ignores it as it hits him in the chest

[nathandulce]

Bangkok 2024

The one and only time I visited Bangkok was in 2012 when I did an excessive amount of shopping, while Joan kept revisiting the Naraya boutique, and I thought I was being very adventurous when I tried a live shrimp salad from a street vendor only to become very sick and come down with a viral fever for an entire week.

So when I decided to revisit Bangkok this year, I was all sorts of nervous, I mean, could you blame me?

I made sure I had packed sufficient amounts of first aid like my charcoal pills, paracetamol, etc and refrained from eating anything from the street stalls... But I am no way hinting that Bangkok is a dirty or unhygienic place; I just happened to figure out that I have a very sensitive stomach as I coursed through the river of my adult life in my 20s.

My very first meal in Bangkok: a simple bowl of Thai boat noodles at MBK shopping centre. Needless to say, it was delicious.

There was a pet fair going on at Siam Square which I happened to pass by when I was walking around aimlessly. Tortoises are one of my favourite animals.

Snakes are my favourite animals too! This is a giant anaconda and he was just curious about the outside world (all the humans walking around must have smelled delicious to him).

Siam Center at dusk.

Went to a small local bar located in one of the Bangkok Suburbs where they didn't have an actual menu, but the attentive bartender was more than happy to make drink recommendations or serve us drinks of our choice. My partner and I spent quite a few hours here sitting at the outdoor bar (they have indoor seating as well with a live band on some nights) just chatting and enjoying the warm night breeze.

Stayed at this cute boutique hotel called Nine Design Place which was located on a very quiet street away from the hustle and bustle of downtown BKK, and yet within walking distance to MBK Centre (less than 10 mins) and to train stations. The owner of the hotel was a former flight stewardess who takes great pride in her business and it really shows in the quality of the rooms and services. She insisted that my partner and I try their mango sticky rice dessert before we left the premises for the day and it was pretty good!

Typical BKK traffic in the middle of the day. And also, the weather was 38 degrees (celcius).

Delicious Thai food @ Somtam Bangkok located at Siam Square.

Thailand doing things right. Yes to marriage equality!

Thankfully I made it through the trip without getting sick, but also because I was a little more careful about where I was eating. I even ate a local chicken rice shop located in a back alley and was expecting my stomach to churn, but I was actually alright.

I guess I was just being paranoid.

Bangkok is cool. I'll love to visit again.

[snitches-at-dawn]

timing’s a bitch || d.m.

definitely not based on my life rn. i am not simping for my bsf no way sir.

anyways, i’m alive. 

enjoy<3

muggle!draco x muggle!reader au

your phone screen lit up next to you.

'u up?' - draco

you grinned, 'who's asking👀', you texted back.

'open the door i'm walking over'

'yeah right you'll take 20 mins to do your hair call me when you're actually here loser' you texted back.

you grew up with draco malfoy and blaise zabini living a lane away from you. you were in the same grade and had parents who got along like a house on fire. you went to the same school and rode on the same bus, only to come home and play together in the evenings.

as childhood rolled around into adolescence, the tree swings which witnessed shared candies saw secrets and stolen swigs of alcohol from your parents stash.

you weren't particularly fond of draco and he wasn't your biggest fan either as kids. you handled each other around blaise because you were his best friends. you sort of just... lived your lives around each other even though you him and blaise were always together. it was odd but neither of you questioned it too much.

slowly though, you both grew. you stopped being an self-righteous know-it-all, he deflated his ego and surprisingly enough the two of you got along like a house on fire. you cracked the same 'that's what she said jokes,' loved each other's music tastes and became inseparable during the last two years of high school.

as you and blaise celebrated that you'd be attending the same university, essentially chucking you in the same city for at least the next four years, draco was on the opposite side of the country. it sucked. especially considering that you liked him. ‘like’ liked him. got-butterflies-in-your-stomach-when-you-thought-about-him-couldn't-dream-of-leaving-him liked him. perfect. you were due to leave for uni in three months when you realised you liked him. timing was great. to make it even better, you had decided to tell him tonight. three days before your flight.

your phone pinged again. 'get the door'- draco

'omw'

you creaked the door open, trying to not wake your parents as they had just settled in for the night, "shh, mum and dad just went to sleep."

draco deadpanned, "it's midnight."

you shrugged, "they're old."

"you're a bitch."

"you're best friends with a bitch so hah," you rebutted.

he sighed at you and pulled you in for a hug. you breathed in his scent. it was so cliche- to love the person you're attracted to's scent, but his was... god it was intoxicating. your hallway flooded with his cologne scent and you knew you'd be taking a moment to yourself every time you approached the door tomorrow to get another sniff.

“what’re we watching?” he asked softly as you both padded up the stairs to your room.

“i was thinking maybe star wars?”

he stopped on the last stair, “no. no way. we saw it last week.”

“right and we’ll watch it again.”

“just because you simp for kylo ren-”

“how could i not simp for kylo ren?”

you bickered in low voices till the both of you had settled into bed, leaning on each other and started ‘dumb and dumber’ on your laptop for the millionth time. as per usual, you both ended up on your phones, scrolling through tiktok and instagram, showing each other posts.

draco nudged your shoulder, “y/n. i’m hungry.”

nuzzled into his shoulder crook you replied, “go make something then. i’m asleep.”

“no you aren’t. get up.”

“mnghhhhhhh,” you moaned.

“i’ll let you have coffee even though it’s four am,” he crooned.

you glared at him as you got out of bed and pulled on socks, “you can’t just use my coffee addiction to get what you want.”

he threw a wink at you as you both made your way to the kitchen.

“what’re you making?” you hopped up onto the counted and asked.

“well what do you feel like?” he asked, examining the contents of the refrigerator.

“nothing but i’ll eat some of your food if i like it,” you shrugged.

“how about... erm... pancakes?”

you grinned, “perfect.” 

draco knew your kitchen as well as you knew your own, and it worked the same way at his house. he pulled out flour, eggs, sugar, milk and every other ingredient without even stopping to ask you where everything was, as you weaved around him making your coffee.

back onto the counter with crossed legs and sipping your coffee, you watched him deftly pour the batter from the bowl into the pan. he smirked as he noticed your eyes on him, “wanna see a flip?”

“yeah!” you exclaimed, sitting straighter as the pancake flew superbly into the air and landed on the floor to which you snorted, “well done, idiot.”

he frowned, “you do it then if you’re so clever. go on!”

“oh but darling i never said i could,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

he shook his head at you with a smile, “piece of shit.”

you winked at him, “you love it.”

“that i do. okay here have a bite,” and he handed you a plate with a pancake.

you bit into the pancake, not caring about cutlery, “oh god that’s horrid.”

“shuttup.”

“draco these are the shittiest pancakes you’ve ever made.”

“your face is the shittiest pancake i’ve ever seen,” he fired back.

“lame comeback- 2/10.”

“your face is a 2/10, y/n.”

“shuttup, malfoy.”

“you shuttup, y/l/n.”

“no you,” you said.

he clenched his hair with his fists, “i can never win with you! your banter limit is just- you don’t even have a limit! my gods you’re so annoying!”

“no you,” you smirked, “oh come on you walked right into that one!”

he groaned, “i hate you.”

“no you don’t,” you smiled, “alright let’s go finish the movie.”

“nah i’m gonna go home now,” he said, looking at the time on his phone.

you felt your face fall, “why?”

“y/n it’s five in the morning and i have to be up early, plus you have to pack for your-”

“no shuttup. we said we wouldn’t talk about my flight. i don’t want to think about leaving when i still have time.”

he sighed, “you have like, seventy hours before that fucking flight.”

your heart was racing now, “no just stop. you promised you wouldn’t bring it up, draco!”

“y/n why’re you so panicky about leaving? it's a new start- it’s good!”

“no it’s not, draco!”

“why?”

“because i like you and i don’t want to be five thousand fucking kilometers away from you on the other fucking side of the country,” you half yelled-half whispered, still trying to keep it down so as to not wake your parents.

his hands which were previously gesticulating wildly fell limply to his sides, “what?”

“please don’t make me say it again, it was hard enough the first time,” you blurted as you nervously wrung your hands together, “i know you don’t like me- like you said you don’t like anyone last night at millie's place but i just-”

“i like you too.”

"what?"

[yahnnieee]

(So before I start the story I wanna tell you this is my first post so please don't judge my writing and story also the stories I'll be writing are not short or like mid-long. And I'm mostly going to be using my name at all times and so bye bye~ have a great day or night)

I woke up to my alarm ringing, I looked to the side seeing '4:20' flash in the clock I shut the clock and got up I took my phone that was charging in my nightstand. I looked at it and saw messages pop up. "Morning sunshine" I smiled and replied with "Morning, William" I went to the bathroom to take a bath and get ready for the day.

Let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rianne Suh I'm an Actress, Model and Dancer I'm 19, half Filipina, British and Korean I'm currently living in London and I'm in a relationship with NCT's Lucas Wong's Brother (Kris Wong) and I'm currently working on a project with Will Poulter and Thomas Sangster along with Ki Hong Lee and Tom Holland about a Mafia Couple who started there own little family and taking the biggest heist of 1.8 billion. Will and I are the main characters as for Ki Hong and Thomas being our helpers and Tom as our enemy.

After taking a bath I went to my walk-in closet and took a black spaghetti strap crop top and black ripped jeans. I took a pair of black ankle boots and a gold bracelet with a golden watch. I put on lip tint and styled combed my hair keeping it down but I still bought a black hair tie that was resting in my wrist. I looked at the Mirror for the last time, I then took my phone and a small gold and black backpack then put necessary things I'll need. I went downstairs to my kitchen and put my backpack down. I went to get a bowl and oatmeal with some berries and hot water. I took the oatmeal from the upper shelves and lucky me I'm 5'8 so I can reach high shelves and stuffs. I poured the hot water in and stirred it alittle then put the berries and banana slices on top of it. After prepping my breakfast I sat down eating while checking my emails and talking to Will. After I eating I picked up my bag and went to my garage, I picked out my black Lamborghini and hopped in. I drove thru the city of London to Our filming site. After 25 mins I got there, I went out of the car and was greeted by staffs I greeted back with a smile. I got inside the site and saw Thomas talking to our Director. "Hey Rianne!" Thomas greeted me with a smile. I smiled back hugging him. "Hello" I said patting his back. "How's your morning?" I heard someone ask as I pull away from Thomas. I looked over to Thomas' shoulder and saw Will walking towards us. I exclaimed and walked over to him hugging him tightly, almost like we didn't see eachother for years. "Rianne, hey!" Someone greeted me and I looked back. It was Tom. "Hey Tom!" I greeted as I hugged Tom. "Great..." He replied chuckling. I chuckled and heard our director call us. "Rianne, get ready please. Filming starts in 45" I nodded and walked over to my make-up chair. I sat down with Thomas and Will next to me and Tom next to Thomas. "What's today's series or something?" I asked as my makeup artist put on gold eyeshadow in my lids. "Umm... Meeting up with Tom" Thomas replied, his hair stylist fixing his slightly messed up hair. "Ohh... Hot!" I said and laughed alittle. "How are you and your boyfriend?" I heard Will ask. I looked over to him my brows furrowed. "Oh... Close to breaking up, I'm actually going to break up with him" I said simply. Everyone stopped there movement for a sec trying to comprehend what I said. "Why?" Tom asked. "Well.... I really don't wanna hurt him but I love someone else I started feeling this way a month ago and it got stronger as the days pass by" I replied. "Who's this lucky guy?" Asked Thomas. "Secret" I replied after a minute my make up was done, I stood up and took my phone walking towards some staffs.

After a few minutes Thomas, Will and Tom came all in the same time, Thomas sat next to me and asked. "Seriously... Who's the guy?" "The guy I'm working with at the moment" "Which one?" "William.." "Shuck! Mate seriously?" "You think?" "Well yeah" "then yeah" Thomas and I whispered shout at eachother while I could feel Tom and Will's gaze directed to us. "Rianne.. Will ,Tom on set please" our director called us out. I stood there with Will and Tom in front of us. "Action!"

It's been a few hours since we started filming and we're actually done already. It's currently 6:22 pm and we've been filming for 12 hours straight. I'm currently sitting in my makeup chair taking my makeup off and washing my face. Will came in and sat next to me. "Tired?" He asked leaning back. "Yeah" I replied leaning back too resting me head after drying my face. "It's definitely tiring when people are all over you" I said. "Introverted" he said chuckling. "Hey Will, do you wanna stay in my place? I'm feeling really weird when I'm alone this past few days well not weird or alone I think I just need someone with me" I said waiting anxiously. "Sure... Why not?" He said I quickly looked up at Will smiling. I jumped out of my seat and run to him hugging him tight. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly, his hand landed his hands in my waist pulling me closer. "Thank U" I said lifting my head looking at him our face only inches apart. Suddenly the door open Thomas entered the room, his eyes grew wide seeing us in our position. "I'll leave you 2... Continue what your doing" he said and quickly shut the door. I looked at Will again and we burst to laughter. "Let's go home." I said standing up he stood up right after me and we both went out picking out things up and saying goodbye to our other crew. We took his car and drove to my house. We got home after 30 mins stopping by 7/11 to buy snacks. "Come on..I'll just go take a shower" I said and went to my room. I showered and put on an over sized shirt and shorts. I went to my room and saw Will sitting there looking at some framed photos of me and my fam and with Will himself. "Hey... Will? You good?" I asked catching his attention. "What's this?'' he asked picking up the framed photo of me and him. "Nothing... Can't i frame it?" I asked, he shook his head and stood up went to the bathroom to shower. He came out after a few with a towel loosely hanging in his waist. I stared at his toned upper body, he noticed this and smirked. "Staring is not very respectful you know" he said staring at me. "Just get here already!" I said and layed down. Will layed next to me wrapping his arms around me protectively, my head resting on his chest. I looked up at him seeing him stare at me I then I meet our lips kissing him, he kissed back immediately making me smile in the kiss. "I love you" I said staring at his bluish green eyes. "I love you too,baby girl" he replied kissing my forehead. And we both fell asleep in eachother's arms.

(So I'm going to do a part 2 of this and again please don't judge my writing!! If you have any advice to make a story better I'll definitely appreciate that so Thank U and have a great day or night ❤️)

[acommonloon]

TL;DR

about last night's mperfect ending. After stops at three Louisville venues, each more fun than the last, we decided to get a nightcap in New Albany. We didn't manage to get a drink at any of four stops in that sleepy town but we did witness a police officer chasing a black man down the side of State Street. Still watching for a news report.

Alternately a night for Morgans

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D's niece's husband, J, is a sweet guy. He has almost no family of his own living in the area and his own family unit consists of an unruly teen (not his) a precocious 6 year old and 3 year old twins. It's a lot.

With that in mind, I always wait for him to contact me and he always earns his kitchen passes so when he texted me he had a free night out I was glad to hang with him. I only asked if he had a curfew. No sir. He's nearing 40 and regularly admits he wishes he could more often frequent the places D and I do, meaning bars and restaurants. I remember those days when self came last.

Our 1st stop was World of Beer. With 50+ taps and hundreds of bottles and cans sitting in glass front coolers directly across from the bar, it's one of my go to spots. J immediately set about building a flight of five small pours while I took my time picking one or two low gravity beers to sip since I was driving. They had two bartenders on this Wednesday night, Morgan was ours and our service was prompt and friendly. By the time we finished a plate of tots, loaded with melted cheese and fresh jalapeno slices I had our plan.

I hadn't been to Commonwealth Tap since before 2020. This small wine bar is in a movie set sort of town called Norton Commons. Think "The Truman Show." The houses were all built over a small number of years and though they are comprised of many different styles, with no two near each other being the same, they are on the same size lots and there is no variety in terms of weathering or decoration. Everything to plan. Unreal. Creepy.

I glanced at the wine list on a chalkboard noticing a Turley Zin at $18 and a Cotes de Rhone at $8. When the bartender asked what I wanted, I said, "Talk me out of the Turley and into the Cotes. He hesitated for a second and I said, "I want something minerally, earthy, not fruity." Like a Beaujolais Morgon or an Italian grown on the side of a volcano. Before he could reply, a guy sitting at the bar said we don't have that on tap. The Cotes is your best option and the bartender handed me a generous taste saying, try that.

I took the glass all the while evaluating the man who'd spoken up. He'd said "we" don't have that. He was alone at the bar except for us. I doubted he was just a bold regular, maybe drunk, who felt everyone benefited from his opinion, he wasn't drunk. Then he stood up and walked over the the wine racks. His search was one of familiarity and he pulled a bottle and sat it down on the bar next to me. Was he an employee or maybe a distributor on good terms with the staff? Then he began talking about the wine, about his many trips to France, and I suddenly I knew. "You're an owner here aren't you?"

He laughed and admitted he was. He introduced himself, Neal Morgan and for the next 40 mins or so he told us about himself and the bar. He told us about his wife, a pediatrician who worked for 20 years in Indiana and he went so far as to describe his Scottish heritage along with his general thinking about wines. When he said he was going a friend's house for a pizza party, I thought he was about to leave. Then he said he was going to take a kick ass wine but first he wanted me to taste it. It was a California pinot noir priced at $30 more than the first bottle he'd put down on the bar. It was fantastic! He gave us tasting notes and I admitted I couldn't perceive half of what he reeled off. I said he spoke like a sommelier and he laughed again and said he claimed he had a better palate than Kenny, the sommelier who worked for him. He thanked us for coming in and seemed sincere. When he left, J looked at me and said, "That was amazing." I laughed and said it was a Wednesday at a bar.

Before we left, I asked Rainha to make me a Penicillin and we talked about Scotch. She related how she introduced her brother to Scotch and now that's all he drank. We talked about how things were during the shutdown and I told her about a new place I'd been the previous Saturday. Outside, J exclaimed this was just the best time! He said he'd never be able to talk staff like that, let alone the owner. I said talking to industry people was one of my favorite things. They are so interesting and I think they find it refreshing when someone at the bar wants to hear about them instead of wanting to talk about themselves. Then I said, I know where we'll go next. Maybe Stephen is working.

Our next stop was at Cuvee Wine Table and Stephen greeted me at the door with a huge "Shane!" and a hug. If J was impressed with Commonwealth, I thought he should fasten his seatbelt. Stephen is a trip. Except, Stephen exclaimed I'm on this side of the bar now! To my quizzical look, he said he was the manager now. Amidst introductions, our bartender, Andie came over and introduced herself. She was tall, regally thin, and wore a colorful scarf on her head. She offered an engaging personality I perceived as professional banter but sensed alos she seemed to enjoy her job.

When I described what kind of wine I preferred, she said, "OOh how about a white?" Ooookay??? I thought to myself, this is going to be fun. Stephen came back as Andy set my glass down in front of me and asked, "What are we having?" Andie said, it's the Santorini. Stephen, a newly minted sommelier, immediately launched into an enthusiastic description about this remarkable wine from a Greek Island. He said it was so constantly windy, they braided the vine boughs into bowls to protect the fruit on the inside. I smelled it and it reminded me of a Sav Blanc but when I tasted it, I knew I'd found a new favorite. It had a salty savory aspect with more minerality than any white I'd had previously.

Andie was from Lexington and our other bartender, Heather, was newly arrived from the Nashville area. Heather was training behind the bar but seemed tres calm. At one point she asked us to wish her luck and I realized she was going to take an order. When she came back, I was a little surprised but delighted when J asked her where she was from specifically. It turned out they were from the same area and knew the same high schools and such. Great fun. When Stephen came and asked if we were eating, I said, "What am I having?" The cassoulet he responded immediately and then he tried to add in sweet breads but I insisted I was out on that. J selected a flatbread and when my giant bowl of white beans with pork and a small chicken leg came, I felt I'd got the better order. He admitted sheepishly he just didn't like beans and that was that.

I suggested we finish with a French brandy served in proper snifters and asked for a bottle of the Santorini to go home. It was full dark but comfortably warm walking to the car and J asked if I were up for one more on him. I suggested we go see Emily at Brooklyn and the Butcher. She made me a perfect drink in January and I'd been craving another ever since.

All the way to New Albany, J kept bringing up how much he enjoyed the two wine bars and how he hoped he and his wife could indulge in similar experiences when their children were older. He worried his wife didn't really like anything but sweet wine and was picky about that. I laughed and said D was exactly the same but she was game to hang out and recently started to appreciate ciders and frutied beers, and even some semi-sweet wines.

There were still plenty of cars parked on the street when we arrived at Brooklyn and the Butcher. I noticed there was no one at the hostess stand when we walked in but I breezed past into the bar. There were two women sitting at the bar and I was a bit disappointed when I realized the bartender wasn't Emily. I was even more so when she came over and apologized but said they'd closed already. I laughed and made a joke about the owner being an old man for closing so early then I realized who it was sitting at the bar. I asked, "Is that Emily sitting at the bar?" she said it was and I got up and walked over. We talked for ten minutes about my last visit and I asked her about her trip to Savannah. She kept apologizing for the bar being closed but I assured her I would be back. It was fine, we'd walk down to The Earl.

I got a bad vibe the minute we walked in. The bar was mostly full and there was only one bartender. He was wearing short shorts and took forever to get us a drink menu then never looked our way for the next five minutes. I suggested we go to Recbar nearby. There it was the same. The lone bartender, woman this time, was overwhelmed and though the bar was half empty she never looked our way before I lost patience.

Okay then. We were driving to my final option (so I thought) when I stopped at a light. J said, "Look at that! A cop is chasing that guy!" Sure enough through the sparse traffic I could see a black guy sprinting along the side of the normally busy road. His arms were pistoning up and down, his hands flattened into chopping motions like a track sprinter. Coming behind but steadily losing ground was a hefty police officer. He looked ridiculous and I can only imagine he might be thinking everyone watching thought he looked ridiculous. I wondered if he might pull his gun.

The light turned green then and I moved forward. That's when we spotted a car with the front passenger side crushed in where it had impacted the guardrail, on the opposite side of the road. There was a cop car with its lights flashing parked behind it. I couldn't see any activity around the cars as we drove past. About a half mile up the road we pulled into the parking lot of our 4th attempt to get a last drink. It was closed.

We laughed and decided we'd had enough fun. As we headed back towards the scene of the incident, sirens and flashing lights were suddenly all around us. I guess there was a manhunt. I weaved through parked cruisers while J counted eight more with lights flashing on side streets . Fifteen minutes later I dropped him off. He thanked me profusely but it nothing but what I like to do anyway.

20 mins later I pulled into the garage and for a second my heart did the little flutter it always does when I see D's car parked in its spot. Then I sighed remembering she wasn't home and wouldn't be for another week.

Just a Wednesday.

[taleasnewastime]

Toad in the hole

Jungkook x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.6k

a/n: If I was to date someone that wasn’t British I would 100% love to cook them all the British food I know and love. Top of that list would be Yorkshire pudding, which contrary to the name is a savoury dish. That's the inspiration for this fic. If you are not British, I apologise that this is written as if the reader is, but you can be an honorary citizen for the day. If you also have no idea what Yorkshire pudding or toad in the hole is, please google and make it, it is honestly delicious and so easy to make. Anyway, enjoy the story.

You watch as the noodles boil, eyes flicking from the pan to Jungkook who stirs the pans contents.  

“You know I am going to cook dinner in approximately 2 hours?” You say.  

Jungkook’s eyes never leave the pan, his stirring continues as he mumbles out a yeah.  

“So, you’re going to eat all of that and then still manage to have food later?” You didn’t want to come across as judgmental but you also didn’t want him to eat so much now that he wouldn’t want to eat what you cook later.  

“Do you not know me at all Y/N?” His eyes leave the pan for a few seconds to look at you leaning against the door frame. “Yes, I will eat this and still be able to eat food later,” he says it dead pan and his eyes go back to focusing on cooking his noodles to perfection.  

“OK, because you know tonight I’m cooking toad in the hole,” you had been going on about cooking something for Jungkook that was traditionally British, your place of birth, for weeks now. Tonight was finally the night that you had decided to do it. “I hope you are not sabotaging it because you think the name sounds gross.”

“It does sound gross,” while you had been threatening your British cooking, he had been saying how weird and gross all the names sounded. You admitted that he had a point, but the names meant nothing. “Don’t worry love, I will be ready to eat whatever you cook for me later,” he says this as he pours out a bowl full of noodles, you eye him sceptically.  

“Leave a bit of room at least, once you have tasted even the smallest bite you will not be able to stop.”  

“I don’t doubt it for a second love,” Jungkooks elbow jutted out to lightly knock you as he walks past to the living room.  

You turn to follow him and see as he sits down on the sofa, blowing on the bowl still in his hands. “And you know you will be helping me cook it right?” You say as you fall down onto the sofa next to him.  

“But I might ruin it,” his eyes widen, his bottom lip jutting out slightly as he turns to look at you.  

“Kook,” you whine out.  

“Y/N, I’m joking,” as quickly as his eyes widened, they closed back to normal. “I wouldn’t miss the cooking a frog in the hole for nothing.”  

“Toad in the hole,” you jump in quickly to correct.  

“You know I want to learn all there is to know about you, and you always bang on about British food, so of course I want to know how to make it.”  

Your heart seems to grow in size at the words. Though as you look at Jungkook he doesn’t seem to realise how his words have affected you, simply continuing to blow on his noodles.  

The next few hours go by quickly as you both watch TV. When another episode finishes you take note of the time and realise that if you don’t start cooking soon you will be eating late into the night.  

Pausing the TV and jumping up from the sofa you tug lightly on Jungkooks arm to get him to follow you into the kitchen which he does easily. Pulling an apron over your head, you list the ingredients you will need.

“Flour, eggs and milk. What else?” Jungkook places the items down next to some scales.  

“Thats it,” you say, though Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. “Babe, this is why British food is the best. We are a lazy nation, we make simple food that tastes amazing. Trust me.”

“I never doubted you,” he says lightly, kissing the top of your head as you stand by the scales.  

You weigh out the ingredients and hand the bowl over to Jungkook. “Stir” is the only instruction you give as you walk over to the fridge to get the sausages. As Jungkook continues to stir you put the sausages in the oven with some oil. Walking back over, you place your head on Jungkooks arm to stare at the batter.

“Look good?” He asks.

“Perfect,” you say, though when he hands over the mixture you give it another stir.  

“Hey, I thought you said it was perfect,” a cry of outrage leaves Jungkooks lips.

You dip your finger in the mixture getting a small dollop on your finger before pressing it to his nose, “well now it is.”

As had happened earlier in the night Jungkooks eyes widened in shock. His hand stretched towards the batter, but having predicted his move you move the bowl away quicker than he could reach it. You enter into an almost battle, Jungkook trying to grab some batter, you trying to move the bowl out of his reach. Him being taller, and definitely stronger than you, he managed to pin you into a corner. Your arms reached as far as they could away from him but that was still not far enough, his arm easily stretching, finger dipping into the bowl and getting some batter before placing it gently on your nose.  

Now it was your time to mimic his earlier express, your lip poking out in mock sorrow. Leaning down Jungkook lightly placed his lips on yours, kissing away your sorrow. You place the bowl down on the side, deepening the kiss slightly you place your arms around his neck playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Before the kiss can go any further the alarm goes off signalling the sausages were done. A moan leaves Jungkooks lips as you push him away, picking up the batter again. Shoving the bowl into Jungkooks arms you head to the oven, taking out the sausages.  

“Right you can do the fun bit,” you say. “Just pour the batter all over the sausages.”  

As he pours it over the batter sizzles and bubbles slightly where it touches the oil, but ends up settling around the sausages to form a thick layer. You pick the pan up and put it back in the oven.

“Right 20 mins and we’ll come back and do the gravy and veg.”

“It’s that easy?” Jungkook asks arms wide as you step into them.  

“I did warn you,” you smile up from your place in his now enclosed arms.  

“20 minutes you say? And what shall we do with 20 minutes?” He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.  

You hum out, mouth still attached to his. Leaning away you look into his eyes, you squeeze his sides and say, “I can think of a few things.” Taking his hand, you drag him back into the living room where you lightly push him onto the sofa, before you go and get a controller for the switch, handing it to him.  

���You are such a tease,” he laughs, taking the controller off you.  

Again, the time passes quickly as battle each other on Mario Kart. The timer for the toad in the whole sounds at a crucial moment in the game. A blue shell heading for Jungkook in first and you are in prime position to overtake when it does, meaning you can clutch the win. As soon as the timer sounds though Jungkook pauses the game.

“No! I had that!” You leap up and shout at the TV, and then at him. “You’re just bitter because you were going to lose. Put it back on so we can finish the race!”

“The timers going, that is the only reason I paused it,” he says calmly as he stands from the sofa, controller still in hand so you can’t take it from him.  

“You are a cheat and you know it,” you glare at him.

“I just want to taste your amazing cooking,” he continues to talk calmly, walking towards the kitchen.

“Did I mention that you’re also a sore loser?”

“I didn’t lose, so that’s impossible,” he turns, sticking his tongue out at you.  

Rolling your eyes you follow him into the kitchen where he has already started to gather the vegetables and things you’ll need for the gravy. It doesn’t take long for you to cook what’s left and by the time you are done the toad in the whole is nearly done.  

“You can take it out,” you hand Jungkook the oven gloves.  

Jungkook audibly gasps when he takes the contents out of the oven. The batter having puffed up around the sausages, encompassing them but not completely.

“I was not expecting it to look like this.”  

You laugh, knowing what he means, it almost surprises you every time you make it. “Take it to the table, why don’t we serve it there?” Following after him with the veg and gravy, you both places the dishes down on the table. Jungkook shuffles towards you, wrapping an arm around your side he lightly kisses you on the head.  

“This is amazing, Y/N,” he says.  

“You haven’t even tasted it yet,” you laugh looking up at him, his eyes already looking down at you, full of adoration. You lean up and kiss him on the lips before pulling out a chair and sit down.  

You serve up a portion each and take a bite, Jungkook following suit. His eyes widen, lips pouting out as he continues to chew on the food in his mouth.  

“Ah-maze-ing,” he almost shouts once he’s finished his mouthful, quickly taking another bite. “What British dish are we cooking after this?”

You laugh at Jungkook almost shovelling the food into his mouth, all worries about his noodles filling him up gone.  

“I don’t know, bangers and mash, shepherds pie, bubble and squeak or maybe spotted dick?” You laugh, at the expression on Jungkooks face.  

“British people are weird,” Jungkook says.  

“Yeah, but we have good food,” you smile.  

[mirisss]

A Name To Be Given

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18. Member and (y/n) getting a puppy/kitten and arguing over names.

25. Member: Guess what

(Y/n: what?

Member: I love you

Summary: MK had seen the same cat, for several days now, sitting alone in an alleyway. Feeling bad for the homeless cat, MK decided to take it home to (y/n)’s apartment. Fortunately for him, (y/n) also enjoyed saving homeless animals, like the cat. But when the two of them were going to name the cat they couldn’t seem to stop arguing.

Everyday now for the past week and a half on his way to and from the company building from (y/n)’s apartment MK has seen a small malnourished cat, perhaps even a kitten. For a week and a half he has been contemplating on whether or not he can take it with him home, it wouldn’t be forever only until he can find a good home for the poor cat. Now quite late at night after a long day of practice on his way back in the car because of the pouring rain MK’s thoughts are transferred to the little cat and he is immediately filled with worry that the cat is still out there in the cold rain. He stopped the driver and said that he could walk the rest of the way and the driver who looked surprised considering the weather did as told and once MK was out of the car the driver drove away. MK jogged to the alleyway and as he had thought the little cat was sitting there drenched in water and the poor little thing was shivering like crazy. “Hey you. Come here, I’ll bring you home where it’s warm” Even though he new the cat couldn’t answer or even understand him MK felt the need to talk to the cat maybe just to reassure himself that the cat would be alright. He slowly approached the cat trying not to startle it, once he was close he cautiously stretched out his hands towards the cat until he was touching the wet fur and picked the cat up. As soon as the cat was in his arms he set off in a run toward (y/n)’s apartment hoping that neither the cat or he would end up ill from the rain.

*Small time skip of like 10 minutes*

After a few minutes MK reached the gate into his girlfriend’s apartment building. He went inside and quickly went to her door and tried to open it hoping (y/n) was home so he didn’t have to fiddle around and fish out his key from the pocket while still holding the drenched cat in his arms. Fortunately the door opened and he stepped inside hoping (y/n) wouldn’t kill him for making the floor wet seeing as the water was pouring off of him. “Min? Is that you?” “Yeah. Umm, I think maybe you’ll want to come here and check this out” (y/n) hurries out of the living room into the hallway to be met with the sight of her drenched boyfriend holding a little cat equally as wet as the man himself. “Min… Is that the cat you’ve been telling me about? The one from the alleyway?” MK gives his girlfriend a little smile “That is a very strong possibility depending on what you’ll say next” “Min, just hurry into the bathroom. Take the cat with you, you’ll both get sick unless you dry up and eat something.” “You’re the best girlfriend in the world” He walks further into the apartment stopping right in front of (y/n) leaning in to kiss her but she quickly stops him. “Dry yourself first. You’re making my floor wet and I don’t want to get wet either, you know. Now hurry, if you catch a cold you’re not getting a single kiss from me for like 2 weeks”. At that MK hurries into the bathroom to dry himself and the half sleeping kitten off as (y/n) goes to get him some dry clothes. When leaving the dry clothes outside the bathroom door (y/n) could hear MK quietly speaking to the cat about how a warm shower would make everything better. (y/n) couldn’t help but slightly laugh at her boyfriend as she walked into the kitchen in order to prepare a small meal and a hot chocolate for MK while also taking out a small bowl for the cat and filling it with cat food. Fortunately for the cat, a house where MK and (y/n) lives there would always be cat food, because let’s be honest, they both love cats or animals in general.

*Tiny time skip till after MK and the cat has eaten*

After MK and the cat had eaten all the food (y/n) had given them, the three went into the living room, the two humans sat down on the couch while the little cat explored the room. Even though the cat has been homeless for at least 1 month and most likely not been treated well by the humans it has passed by it was surprisingly cuddly with its two saviors. The cat was young and curious hence why it was very intrigued by all the furniture in the living room. “She is so cute” “I know. (y/n), can we please keep her? I promise that I’ll take care of her and do all the hard work so you can just cuddle with her. Please~ ” “Min, you do remember that you’re an idol, right? That means that you won’t have time to do all the work. Besides, I like the cat too and I wouldn’t put all the work on you. But if we are keeping her we must give her a name” “Thank you! I love you! You are the best girlfriend in the universe!” MK embraced his girlfriend in a hug and gave her a kiss on the lips to really show how happy he was. “Well then. Do you have any suggestions for the name?” “ Oh, I have a few. About 20 actually” “Min. You have 20 suggestions of names for a cat?” “Well I had 50 but then 30 were removed when I found out the cat was a female” “And some people call me crazy” “ What did you say honey?” “Nothing, Min. I said nothing” “Alright, whatever. Here are my suggestions either way 1. Alley 2. Alya 3. Spot…… 20. Genie” “You wanna name out cat Alley because you found her in an alleyway?” “Well yeah, I thought it was cute and it represents where she came from. Kinda” “Do you realize how stupid it sounds to name the cat after where you found it? It’s like if we would have a child and it was born in the car then you’d name it Caren or something to represent where it was born” “Well it’s not like your suggestions were any better, (y/n). Do you really want to name her something as mainstream as Mittens or Luna? At least I’m trying to be original” MK and (y/n) were arguing over what to name the cat and the arguing kept going for almost an hour because they couldn’t agree on a name for the cat. “We need to give her a proper name. We can’t just call her kitty or cat. What do you say about… maybe, Cinder? Grace? No they don’t fit her… hm maybe, OH OH OH WAIT I GOT IT” “WHAT? WHAT?!?!?” “Mist. It’s perfect for her. She’s a brighter silver grey color, she has the white socks, blue eyes, you took her home in the rain surely there was a lot of mist outside. It’s perfect because we both get to name her after what we each wanted. Her appearance for me and where you found her” “Mist. I love it. You’re a genius (y/n)” “(y/n), guess what” “What?” “I love you” “Now, (y/n), let’s go to bed and cuddle with Mist~" “hehehe. Park Min Kyun, I love you too”

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pero tovar

character headcanons

note: what do i do when the power’s out? analyze tovar’s character, i guess. these are a bunch of headcanons i came up with about him, some pulled right from the great wall, and some i took liberties with to fit his character. they may be a bit of a mess but, hey, that’s just me. (ps if you use any of these to write something of your own, please tag me because i would love to read it)

- He has difficultly with the concept of loyalty. He’s been betrayed in the past, he doesn’t expect loyalty and doesn’t expect to give it.

- Despite how many times he’s been betrayed, he really is kind of gullible.

- He doesn’t actively hold grudges. He’s been betrayed enough times at this point it shouldn’t be a surprise. Won’t seek vengeance, but if it falls in his lap, won’t hesitate to take it either.

- May not hold grudges, but doesn’t forget either. He’ll bring it up if he feels like it.

- The man may combust if shown dedicated loyalty and care. What is this??

- A ride by the seat of his pants kind of guy. Knows he can die at any moment so what does it matter if he is betrayed? So what if the plan sounds crazy? It’ll work out or it won’t. He doesn’t mind killing his way out of it.

- He sometimes comes off as an idiot. That couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s good at languages, has picked up fighting and healing techniques from all sorts of practices during his travels, and spending time with William has taught him to think when he’s fighting. Strategy didn’t come to him naturally. He studied it, and learned to analyze the situation.

- He travels light. He doesn’t want to be weighed down by things that are unimportant.

- That being said, he is surprisingly sentimental. He’s kept the first knife he ever used to kill a man. He’ll wear a braided piece of cloth from his mother’s shroud on his wrist. He keeps the charm his lover gave him around his neck.

- Traveling light has one exception: weapons. The man will pick up any and every blade he comes across to tuck somewhere on his person. He is the person when asked to disarm will take 20 min. And still have another one hidden somewhere.

- No, seriously. Where did he hide that??

- The guy who’s always hungry. Did he just finish a six course meal? Yes. Will he have another one of those fresh rolls with cheese spread? Yes. And another slice of the smoked meat? Yes. And perhaps another bowl of the stewed potatoes? yes…how is he still eating…

- The fastest way to a man’s heart his through the fifth left intercostal space. Second fastest way? The stomach. No lie. Feed this man, don’t judge how fast he eats, and he may just fall in love with you.

- Not too long after you’ve met, he’s probably considered the best way to kill you. It’s a defense thing. If he really likes you, he will still do this. And then makes sure absolutely no one gets close enough to do anything of the sort.

- He’s no coward. But he’s isn’t bothered by being accused of it. He values his life, and if he knows he’ll lose it, he’ll run. It doesn’t feel great, but being alive is better. A live to fight another day kind of thing.

- Knows swears in probably a dozen languages. Even if he doesn’t know any other words. He thinks it’s fun.

- Sarcastic af. Half of what he says is sarcastic. Sometimes he makes it obvious. Sometimes he doesn’t. It’s led to a lot of trouble.

- He will roll his eyes at anything and everything.

- He isn’t surprised by female warriors. But…he is hella turned on. He’s impressed, and he’s respectful. But again…boy is thinking.

- He’s seen a lot of shit in his life. He thinks nothing will surprise him anymore. Stuff still does. He’s learned to adapt quickly.

- He has a surprisingly good sense of humor. Its dark and dry, but he’s been known to crack a joke. And chuckle at one too. If you can make him laugh, it’s an incredible feeling.

-He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He will slump and hang is head and try to melt into the background.

- He does want attention though. From a select few people, people who are genuine and care. He will refuse to admit it at all costs.

- He gets jealous. He doesn’t want to be, he doesn’t like the feeling. But it happens. It’s a pain when someone is better than him and is recognized for it. He doesn’t want the attention he realizes, but he wants the recognition. If someone he cares about doesn’t give him the attention he wants, it hurts. He’ll watch and see who receives it. Silently hates them.

- He's logical thinker. Not an idealist. Sure, some things would be nice. Like someone to love, who loves him. A place to come home to. A lot of money. He knows he can get some things. Others are just a dream, and quite frankly, a waste of time (or so he tells himself).

- He’s rough. It comes with the life. He is not nice. If you expect him to be, you will be disappointed. But he’s protective, and loyal if it’s serious.

- He hates changing his mind. It feels like he made a mistake the first time. Or the second, depending on the situation. Don’t make him do it. He will be grumpy for a long time.

- He likes to see things through. He went to the effort of making a plan, and he’s going to go through with it, consequences be damned.

- Keeps his past and personal life close to his chest. Even William doesn’t know much about the man.

- He sleeps like a rock. Hates being woken up. He’s disoriented and grumpy, and probably assumes there's danger.

- If you save him, he is indebted to you. whether he likes it or not. Will either be grateful and want to return the favor or will be so cross you think he might be following you around to kill you himself.

- Doesn’t love easy. Doesn’t trust easy. But when he feels safe, that’s when he realizes. And he doesn't let go easy.

- He thinks about keeping a full beard way too much. It happens when he’s been travelling, he’s busy, just doesn’t get to it on a job. But he always shaves it off. Then kind of regrets it. At least he didn't shave it all this time.

- When he’s away, he misses ‘home’. When he’s home, he doesn’t know why he did. Perhaps he just wants to have a place to belong.

- He has more scars than he can count. He’s never felt self-conscious about them. He knows most were well earned. He learns to take pride when someone is intimidated. If his healed flesh scares someone, honestly it becomes more amusing to him than anything.

- He doesn’t want to be a dad. He’s lived a dangerous life, and still is. settling down and having kids always sounded outlandish to him. What would he do with a baby? However, should he ever find out that he is going to be a father? He’s going to be the best father he can be. He tries. He may not have a choice when he has to leave for another job, but he does everything for his family now. You can bet his son or daughter is waiting at the door for him, practicing moves with the wooden sword he made for them, climbing him as soon as he shows his face down the path. As soon as he sees his family, it’s like he can breathe easy again. After he has one kid and gets used to the idea, he…kinda…wants another. The kid should have a sibling right? He doesn’t know when to stop.

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[shark-el]

Onion soup:

A firend of mine asked me for my Onion soup recipe. I was just gana send it to her plain simple and boring. But then I thought of a better way to waist my time that I should probably be spending doing work or researching for projects and thing. But I decided this was a lot more fun!

My idea was to be one of those annoying food blogs that tell their whole life story in an absolutely overly exaggerated fashion! One to make fun of blogs that do this, and tow because it's fun and why the hell not?!

So the idea for this started back when I was first starting out cooking and every single blog I found had a 1000 word essay about the origin of sed food. I found it extremely irritating because why do I did to know that this person's great uncle's best friends grandma's dog died in a fire in order to make this recipe?! So I would scroll down all the way to get to the actual recipe but the story just kept on going! Like about how her great great great grandfather's colleague from work had spills tea on his novel, a passion project that he had worked so hard for. I still had no idea how this was relevant at all to the spring rolls I was planning on making? And after an eternity of scrolling fingers tired and eyes full of tears I finally got to the recipe.

You'd think after all that back story and the amount I had learned about the person writing this like the fact that her great grandmother's favorite color was tangerine but specifically tangerine, and not orange because her childhood best friend had lent her a sweater that exact color and the next day she had never returned. That sweater has become a family heirloom that has been passed down ever since. Or the fact that she had avocado toast on Tuesday three years ago on may 18th at exactly 3:26 pm. Needless to say I knew a lot about this person and their family tree. It really helped me get the care and feeling I needed for my spring rolls. So that is why I'm going to be overly pretentious and do the same thing to you so have fun.

I was born at a very young age, in the evening on a hot August day. I don't remember much from this time in my life but my parents told me that I was miserable until I could do things for myself. After that I was a force to be reckoned with, nothing could stop me! There was one time when I was about 6 months old my parents had left me on the table thinking I couldn't get far, keeping an eye on me every once in a while but not paying much attention. The second I was put down I saw something gleaming in the corner of my eye, it was a delicious looking chocolate brownie. Nothing could stop me I was going to get that brownie no matter what! so I slowly started scooching my tiny baby body to the delicious looking dessert moving as fast as my little arms could take me. It had been 10 minutes of struggling from one end of the table to the other. I had finally made it! I was so close my hand was mere centimeters away from the prize. It was gonna be mine all mine! But then suddenly out of nowhere my dad's arms came and picked me up taking me away from my long awaited dessert. needless to say I was furious but I still never got that specific brownie (I've had other brownies don't get me wrong, it's just I never had that one. And at this point I don't think I'd want to since it's several years past it's expansion date).

That was my first experience with real food which might have been a core memory if I actually remembered it. Sadly this happened before i could remember it, but i'd like to think that it was the beginning of my love for food.

Over the years I started cooking it started off as learning how to make eggs and mac and cheese but then over the years I started to make more complex dishes, some worked and some didn't. Now I know that most people would rather be informed about the times that somebody failed rather than the time someone succeeded, they stand out more I guess and if you're actually sitting down to read this then I will reward you with some of my biggest cooking fails.

First off anything that involves baking, for instance there was one time I was going to bake a chocolate cake for a bake sale and well... so what happened was, I learned that I can't follow a recipe for the life of me! You may ask why I'm writing this recipe if I probably won't follow it anyway, but it's more a list of ingredients than a actual recipe. Anyway back to the story so my first mistake was I ended up putting in a tablespoon of salt instead of a teaspoon so normally this would be fine it would have just been a little bit salty, but problem was I had another mistake, I ended up putting in a tablespoon of mint extract instead of a teaspoon of vanilla extract as well, so the resulting cake was less cake tasting and more of the toothpaste variety. ( For some reason my brother loved it. He took about a handfuls. I would not recommend it with a glass of orange juice).

Another baking story, I was trying to make chicken pot pie, and filling itself is cooking. I can do that, throwing things in a pot, easy! It works! But do not, I repeat do not! leave me alone with a pie crust. my dad and I frantically tried to roll out said pie crust and not rip it, we were flailing around confused as to how dough worked. It took us about half an hour to roll out the pie crust so it would rip adds little as possible. After that day we came to a conclusion never to leave us with the job of baking ever again!

The next cooking fail I have is finally about the soup recipe. You see the first time I tried making onion soup it didn't go very well... Let me explain what happened. I was really in the mood for a nice warm onion soup and I figured you just throw some onions in a pot with some white wine and water and let it sit. Problem was we didn't have any wine, and I was too young to go to the grocery store to buy some, so instead I decided to use grape juice. Never but I mean never cook an absurd amount of grape juice, the heated aroma smelt excruciatingly unappetizing and I would not recommend it on anyone. So the resulting soup was watered down hot grape juice and stir-fried onions. needless to say it did not taste good and smelled even worse. I told myself that would be the last time I'd ever make onion soup! Years have past and and I was really in the mood for onion soup again even after that disaster, so I decided to try once again. this time with no grape juice! I looked through multiple recipes some had more ingredients than others and ended up combining a lot of them together to make my own onion soup recipe the one you see before you. And though I was scared that I'd mess it up I decided that I just really wanted some onion soup so I made it and it turned out delicious. Look at that a happy ending isn't that just great?!

I'd be surprised if you actually read through all of this if you did a good job,if you didn't then you're probably not going to read this sentence but I don't blame you it's all good who actually reads these backstories to recipes anyway?

Anyway I think I've mumbled on long enough here is the actual recipe for this soup:

5-6 onions

7-8 cups of chicken/ onion stock ( cold be parve from show mixes)

3 cloves of garlic (probably more)

1/4 cups of soy sauce

1/3 cups of white wine (optional)

4 tablespoons of oil (2-3 at the beginning and then 1-2 in middle of caramelization)

4 tablespoons of flower

1 teaspoon sugar (helps with caramelization)

Salt (to taste)

Pepper ( to taste but approx 1/8-1/4 of a teaspoon)

Instructions:

1) caramelize onions:

On medium heat Cook the onions, stirring often, until they have softened, about 15 to 20 minutes.

Increase the heat to medium high. Add the remaining tablespoon of oil (or butter depending on) and cook, stirring often, until the onions start to brown, about 15 more minutes.

Then sprinkle with sugar (to help with the caramelization) and 1 teaspoon of salt and continue to cook until the onions are well browned, about 10 to 15 more minutes.

Add garlic

2) Add Flour until mixed and quickly ( so it doesn't burn) add Add wine and soy sauce and once mixed well and incorporated

3)Add stock slowly, then add bay leaves and black pepper and salt (if needed, you can always add it later).

Bring to a summer and leve on low heat for 30 mins.

And now you officially scrolled too far, this is the point in a recipe blog where they add a bunch of links to all the recipes made by their friends families and anything else that comes to mind. Most people looking for the recipe would scroll all the way to the end trying to find it in this mess of words and unnecessary backstory told in an excruciatingly painful amount of detail. Then realize they've scrolled too far, sigh and start scrolling up again, this time a little slower.

It normally also has recommendations of foods that would go well with it, in the case of this onion soup I would recommend eating it with some garlic bread or grilled cheese sandwiches, basically all comfort foods that would spark Joy anytime you eat them.

If you're looking for aesthetic you can try making a bread bowl, cover it with cheese and broil it, which would have a whole other recipe linked in somewhere, with more details about how their great uncle's best firends associate made this same recipe for the pince of some country. But as I mentioned beforehand, I for one am not a baker and bread is most definitely a baking job. Not only is bread one of the more complex foods to bake, even if you put every ingredient precisely as the recipe mentions them, it still won't turn out right! Because ether the atmospheric pressure has changed very slightly, or the wind isn't blowing in the correct direction. Bread making is hard and I have a lot of respect for people who can do it correctly.

If you've read through all of this, damn that's dedication thank you and I applaud thee. I hope you enjoyed, and were amused.

[yodamn]

Through the Glass

Thire x Reader

Thire tells his kids how he met their mom! Inspired by the ending of We Bought A Zoo.

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"Daddy?"

"Hm?" Thire hummed looking up from the bowl he was drying. He saw his little girl sitting at the island across from him. Curls pulled into two pigtails and his wife's big eyes staring at him much too seriously for a five year old.

"How did you meet Mommy?"

He stopped at that, surprised at the question. But Lilla was always curious about everything, always asking questions. She wants to know everything, and how everything works. Thire doesn't think her 'why?' phase will ever stop. He thinks somehow she short circuited Fox with all her questions when he came to babysit once. His curious little girl.

"You and all our uncles always tell stories about the war and how it ended but how did you meet Mommy?" Lilla continued.

Then Owet, Thire's eight year old son, bouncing over and rested his arms and head on the granite counter.

"Yeah Dad! I wanna know how you met Mom! Did you save her in battle like one of the pretty senators in the stories you read us!" The boy questioned and Lilla gasped.

"Was she? Was Mommy a senator?"

Thire laughed as his two kids began to create wild scenarios about how their parents met. He was the knight in shining white armor who saved her from a wicked gundark, he met her as the captain of pirates, and other scenarios.

"I'm afraid its not that exciting" he chuckled while finishing drying off dishes. He had Owet put away the cutlery for him while he placed pots and pans in their place in the cubboard.

"Well then how did you meet!"

Thire stopped and watched his two kids carefully. Owet had moved to sit in the chair next to Lilla. Even still it shocked Thire how much Owet looked like him and all his vod at eight. He had been terrified that his kids would have the advanced aging and wouldn't get to be kids for very long. He had begged any doctor he could to run test after test just to make 100% sure.

Thire clicked his tongue and grinned at his kids "Go get your shoes and coats and Ill show ya".

Giggles and peals of laughter erupt from the kids and they scramble to get ready. Thire shakes his head laughing before putting the rest of the dishes away and going to get himself ready.

"Come on Daddy come on!" Lila bounced and tugged on Thire's arm as he tied up his shoes and pulled on a jacket. He grabbed the keys to the speeder and settled both his kids in their seats, making sure they were both snug.

A short trip later brought them to an upper level Corosaunt diner. It was old and worn but always a good eat. Thire got his kids out of the speeder and they stood outside one of the large windows. Thire kneeled down,sat Lilla on his knee and pulled Owet close to keep him warm. He did his best to tuck his kids into his own jacket to keep them warmer.

"This is where I met her" Lilla and Owet gasped and wiggled in Thires arms begining their barrage of questions, "Hold on, hold on I have to tell the story!" He laughed and rubbed their arms to keep them warm. Despite Corosaunt being a mostly city planet it still got frigid at times.

"It was right after the war had ended, literally 10 mins had past. Me and all your uncles were all still on duty, I was on patrol when I heard the news" He explained, both pairs of eyes wide open with curiosity. The two of them silent and eagerly waiting for the story. Thire prided himself on being one of the best story tellers.

"At first...I was scared" Lilla gasped.

"Daddy! You? You never get scared! You always chase the bad guys away! And the monsters under my bed!" The little girl protested. Her Daddy was the bravest hero ever! He was never afraid. Owet nodded in agreement.

"Yes I do chase them away! But sometimes even the bravest heros get scared" Thire laughed, squeezing his little girl close, she then laid her head on his shoulder and looked up at him.

"So there I was, on a speeder at the end of the war, the war that created me and all your uncles. And I was scared, I didn't know what was gonna happen next. Before the war ended I knew what my purpose was. But then I realized that since the end had come, I could go get things I had never been able to reach before" Thire explained, "And I remembered this girl..."

"Mommy! Its Mommy right!?"

"Shush Lilla! He's telling a story!" Owet scolded. Thire laughed and quieted them.

"I remembered the girl who worked at this very diner" he explained, pointing up at the building, "I fell head over heels the first time I saw her, and I made sure to always come by to see how she was. But I never had the guts to talk to her, I had a duty to the Republic. But for the three years I was on guard, Id always come past here to see her."

"So what did you do?" Thire grinned at his boy.

"After I had heard about the war I came straight here, and I saw her. Right in this window" he whispered. He looked up and it was almost like he was replaying the memory as it happened.

A younger Thire standing outside of a diner, staring at a young waitress. He shook his head and looked at the chronometer on his gauntlet.

"Okay, 20 seconds of insane courage" He whispered to himself. And he grasped the metal handle.

"I walked in the door and there she was, she was talking to a customer so she hadn't seen me" Thire explained, walking the children through his movements.

The young Thire fumbles to take off his helmet and props it up on his hip.

"I was so nervous, I was fidgeting and twitching and I, believe it or not. Your suave dad dropped his helmet in front of this unbelievably gorgeous girl" the kids giggled at the idea. Thire tickling and teasing them as he went on.

Thire quickly stoops to pick up his helmet and when he stands he's staring right into your eyes. And they were so stunning, and it wasn't the color or shape that made them so amazing. It was the emotion that she held in them. Her eyes, they felt like home. He was just so awestruck by actually seeing her, standing right in front of him. Not just a glace while he rides a speeder past or a longing stare if he saw her out and about with friends. She was really here, right in front of him. Stained apron tied around her waist, hair tied back and away from her face. Her smiled at him so...genuinely. And after a few minutes he realized he had to say something because he was just staring.

"What did you say Daddy?"

"I said..."

Thire adjusts the collar of his blacks and gulps before returning his eyes to yours. Heart pounding so loud in his chest, he hoped and prayed you couldnt hear how it was banging against his ribcage. If any of the Guard were called because Thire had a heart attack because of a girl, he'd never hear the end of it. He felt a bead of cold sweat slide down his temple. He's got 15 seconds left.

"You are the most breathtaking women that I have ever seen..." Thire trailed off, he fidgeted and ran his thumb over the lip of his helmet "I have been dreaming of talking to you, but I've never had the courage to before. And I was wondering..."

He stopped, heart rattling against his ribcage. Deep breaths, don't rush it out.

"I was wondering if there was even a shred of a chance that a beautiful girl like you, would ever go on a date with a guy like me?"

Lilla tugged on Thires had again to bring him down to her level. Her face beaming at the story with her mother's smile. Owet squeezed his hand and waited patiently, watching his dads reaction.

"What happened next!"

Thire chuckled and looked at Lilla, he cupped her face and ran his thumb across her cheek. He turned to Owet to ruffle his hair.

"She said-"

"I said yes"

The trio turned to see the beautiful woman in question behind them, leaning on a pillar. Still as beautiful as all those years ago when Thire first saw you.

"Mommy!"

"Mom!"

Both kids squealed and ran to give you hugs. You scooped up Lila and pressed a kiss to Owet's head. Thire then comes and steals a kiss.

"And the rest is history" Thire finishes his story. The two of you just watched each other for a while, a loving gaze. You smiled at Thire before bouncing Lilla in your arms.

"You guys came all the way to my Dad's diner to hear that story?" You questioned, tickling Owet lightly.

"Best way to learn something is to see it, why dont we grab dinner here?" Thire asked before leading you to your booth. The booth where the two of you shared your first kiss. Where Thire met your parents. And where he proposed to you, on a cold and rainy night. He had wanted that day to be perfectly romantic, but the weather disagreed. So you settled for eating at your Dad's diner after it had closed. Dancing in the light of a datapad playing soft music before Thire got down on one knee and made you the happiest woman alive.

The two of you sat in the round plastic covered seating, Lila and Owet chatting happily.

"They're amazing" Thire hummed, slinging a arm around your shoulder and sinking down into the seat. He smiled as the kids made people out of straw wrappers and the forks on the table. They made silly voices and pretended to recreate one of their fathers war stories of him and his brothers. Lilla and Owet leaning across the table to play together.

"They really are arent they?" You smile leaning into Thire's embrace, you sweetly kiss his cheek before looking at him again.

"Guess its a good thing we're having another" you grin, and then laugh at Thire's bug eyed reaction. Thire tugged you in for a deeper kiss, mutter sweet nothings into it.

Yeah, this family is amazing.

[taebaesworld]

The Art Of Love | 2

Pairing :Kim Taehyung x reader

 PART 1

                                                         STORY

Its the first day of classes, I am rushing towards the cafeteria. My hairs uncombed in a messy bun, and my blue unicorn pjs even messier.

Not many people are in the cafeteria, I guess not many people are stupid enough to select a early class. I drag myself across the hall towards the buffet. Taking a dish and a bowl I started to fill them up.

“Well, aren’t you the chirpiest bird in the morning.” A raspy but somehow smooth voice purred in my ear from behind. I turned to see who it belonged to and it was one of the guys from yesterday. His eyes were of dark chocolate colour and he had thick lashes that I instantly envy. I can’t exactly remember his name but it was something Kim. But I smile sarcastically in response and said “Yeah the chirpiest.” 

He chuckled and it was a light chuckle and laced with a hum of amusement at the matter. My lips instantly curled into a smile at this and my cheeks heated up. He extended his hand as we moved ahead in the line and said “ Kim Taehyung.”

I took his hand and shook it. His hands were huge and engulfed mine completely. “ Y/N Y/L/N.” I said. He gave me a one sided smile. “So you are taking Lit 101 too I am guessing.” He said. “Yup.” I said popping the p. 

By this time we reached a empty table he took a seat across from me. His features looked even more prominent in this morning light. We were both eating silently when he suddenly raises his hand and shouts “Jonnie, here.” I turn around to find another on of the guys from yesterday standing with the food tray and with a wide grin that I am assuming is directed towards Taehyung I turn back around and continue eating. He takes a seat next to Taehyung and his eyes land on me. He gives me a huge grin and his whole face lit up. “Hi. I am Kim Namjoon.” Taehyung probably saw the question coming next and said  “No we aren’t brothers.” 

I nod and offer a smile to Namjoon “Y/N Y/L/N.” 

As I was done with break fast I got up and walked out of the hall and as soon as I was I the Door I sprint to my room. I had 20 min before class and it took 10 mins to reach the class. I change in a hurry, apply just a little bit of make up, Grab the things I packed last night for today and again made a run for it. 

Nearing the corner of the class I slowed down and before entering the class I smoothed out my hair. As soon as I enter I find a huge over table and people seating in chairs. I took a seat that was empty near the window and the board. Soon the class had piled up and every chair was taken. I looked up from the book I was reading and right opposite of me sat non other that Taehyung. his hairs were now in place instead of what I saw yesterday and in the morning. Although he looked quite good in both. He gave me a sheepish smile after nothing that I was looking at him. I smiled back. He was about to say something but a loud and authoritative voice cut him.

“Welcome To Literature 101, I am Professor Scott.” his voice was smooth and his accent British.

I whisper “Obviously the guy teaching lit is British.”  and the boy sitting in front of me looks at me and smiled. “Obviously.” He says before turning back.

After professor Scott tells us about the course and how everything is gonna work He says “Lets get this first lesson started. I am hoping everyone has read the Romeo and Juliet. Who is going to tell me what they thought about it.” Almost everyone's hand went up instantly including mine. 

“Lets start with you.” He said pointing at Taehyung. “Mr. Kim.” 

“ The notion of two people in love that are divided by social stratus is relatively familiar. And the characterization are quite straight forward. It is a celebration of love and the ends people go for love.”

“That’s enough, You across from him.” He said “Ms. Y/L/N.”

“UMM..” I took a sharp breath in. “I feel that Romeo and Juliet is a story that of lust and not love.” I uneasily glanced at professor Scott. “And why is that Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Romeo, goes to his enemy’s party because he fancied the host’s hot niece, Rosaline, he then losses interest in her and decides he no longer wants to die for her beauty…because he just saw her cousin, Juliet was way hotter who he fall instantly ‘in love’ with her instead. It was the initial High of lust that made them take irrational decision along the way.” I said

“Hmm...Does anyone want to comment on that.” He says

A guy with blonde hair raised his hand. “Yes Mr. Denials”  Prof. Scott said

“Keeping in mind that the play took place in Renaissance era I think that it brought a new light on love. Romeo was a hopeless romantic, even after being rejected by Rosaline he goes to the ball looking for her. He there see’s a girl attractive and falls for her as she just like him was romantic. I think that this tale shows the flaws of love and yes they made irrational decisions but that's what loves makes people do.” The guy say

I raised my hand “Yes Ms.Y/L/N.” 

“I believe that William Shakespeare didn’t intended this to be a love story.He probably wrote this as a tragedy. It was supposed to show flaws among social class and teenagers and their quote unquote love.” I say “The romance was quick and empty. There is no depth to their love.”  

As I finished Taehyung’s hand went up. “Yes Mr. Kim.”

“This play brought the idea that TRUE LOVE IS WORTH DYING FOR." He says

Another girl’s hand went up “Go on Ms. Potts.”

“In Romeo and Juliet, the headlong passion and excitement of young love is celebrated, even though confusion leads to the deaths of the young lovers. But through their deaths, and the example their love set for their parents, the two families vow to be reconciled to each other.”

I raised my hand “Ms. Y/l/n.”

“I believe that It was the immaturity of not only Romeo and Juliet but also of the friar that resulted in four deaths. Also I think the biggest reason this story is even a little tangible is because its based and written in an era where mobiles and better communication didn’t exist. Because if it did Romeo would have got the message in time they would have ran away and later realised that they didn’t even know each other and once the hear and attraction fades there’s nothing left.”

Professor Scott Clapped his hand “You have brought out a perfect point Ms. Y//L/N. Now we are nearing the end and for your next class I want you all you see how the story of Romeo and Juliet would play out if it was in Morden times. And Ms. Y/L/N I except you to write on what you just said. Class dismissed.” 

PART 1

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 1

Pairing: OFC X Some members of OT7

Genre: Angst, Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Swearing 

Summary: Introduction to the leading lady and the broken hearted heiress who wants nothing more than to find the men who broke her heart. But is that all she’s searching for? 

The Broken-Hearted Heiress Present Day

           The light breaks through the stained-glass windows arched above the double paned – somehow always rattling – glass below. The wood, warping slowly, gives way to the rustling of mid-winter, not raging hard enough to knock leaves off the trees, but enough that a cool breeze sweeps through my office. It seemed a universal problem, the lower the rent, the more problems to endure. In my five years in this particular office space, its quirks have done nothing but rage against my nerves. The door that you have to slam shut in order to lock, the bathroom that’s barely big enough to turn around in, and the slight smell of dumplings from the restaurant on the corner. What it lacks in esthetic beauty, it holds in convenience. Close to the business district, near the freeway, an overwhelming amount of natural light and original woodwork, stunning views of what was a park, now a set of townhouses recently built. The rent, barely changing from year to year, has kept me here this long. That, and the landlord was one of my first cases when I get my PI license, and has sent any a client to me, talking about discounted rates while he jacked the prices. A 20% discount, which luckily brought the price down to my original rate, made them feel like I was a steal. I couldn’t thank Mr. Yang enough for the support, or the fact that he got my windows cleaned every year, free of charge.

           I’m the only PI on this side of the city, and the only one in a twenty-mile radius with quick, efficient results. I pride myself on my results, and my 5-star Yelp rating is proof of that. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, I do carry a taser and maize, out of precaution. Being a woman snooping on other people often leads me down back alleys, towards dangerous men and secrets bigger than the universe. But I love the danger, the inability to pin me down, the uncertainty that I am who I say I am, and not the secretary waiting patiently for my boss to come in. In the years I’ve been working, the suspects always remain confused on who exactly I am. Their worst nightmare? Their godsend? Their hope? Their noose?

           I’m both their hurricane and the eye of the storm. They just can’t decipher when I’m which.

          Leaning back in the chair, I sigh, eyes drifting from the too bright computer screen to the refrigerator. The left-over cheesecake calls from its Styrofoam container, eat me, eat me, devour me, it beckons. I want to, more than I care to admit, and there’s no way I can deny the salivation that has been occurring as I try to organize rates for my last client. All I can think about is the creamy texture mixing with the stark contrasting raspberry swirl, the bite of the rum that courses through its silky layers, and the crunch of the graham cracker crust… I waited for weeks to get a slice of it, and finally, finally, the treat is mine. Now it sits, belonging to the mini fridge. I know, it will still be waiting for me after I finish. Waiting to be goggled up with a glass of pinot grigio and maybe, if I have the energy, eaten after a large bowl of pasta that I make instead of you know… DoorDash. I can’t order out again, especially when I am perfectly capable of cooking for myself. Capable and willing are two different things, and truly, I am unwilling.

           I force myself to stop ogling my fridge and lower my eyes to my computer screen. This last client, Lee Euna, heiress and CEO apparent of Lee Enterprises, had left much to be desired. She had minimal, factual intel, which stemmed from a list of names of the men who have wronged her and her family. It wasn’t a short list, by any means. Five names sitting prettily on a piece of paper, her handwriting detailed and immaculate.

          “How stunning are those names?” she had asked. “Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Pretty names, prettier men.”

          Euna brought photos and as much information as she had, though her eyes were withholding, and she had few answers to my standard questions. What she lacked in factual information, she made up for in her manifesto. It was no shorter than 100 handwritten pages and filled with every wrongdoing the five have committed against the Lee’s. From what I can sus out from our meeting, she was slightly deranged, a multi-billionaire, and seeking some sort of vengeance. The crimes committed ranged from cheating, to what looked to be embezzling and insider trading, though she provided no financial records and no hard proof the men were profiting from Lee Enterprises. How she, and her siblings, ended up in relationships with these men is included in a separate, typed and printed, volume which gives around 50 pages of grotesque details about each man.

          In reading through the documents, I begin to piece together the narrative she’s trying to write: five men, unrelated, had all fallen into bed with her, her siblings, or her company, only to break her heart on or around Valentine’s Day, one almost every year for the better part of a decade. The men, having never crossed paths personally or professionally, to her knowledge, had no university in common, no careers that were similar, no mutual friends. Their only link, the Lee’s. Her manifesto is full of inaccuracies and plot holes bigger than anything Neil Breen has ever written. Through her writing, it’s apparent that she wants blood, but for what I cannot tell. Their unsubstantiated crimes are nothing more than fabricated lies, and for the money she’s willing to pay me, I can tell she wants me to come to a specific conclusion. I’m not sure I’m going to provide her with what she wants, or rather what she assumes I’ll find. Which means one of two things, either Euna is absolutely shattered, or, or, there’s a larger conspiracy at play that I am just a pawn in. Either way, it won’t hurt to go a step further to unearth more about these men and understand why Lee Euna wants them found.

          The first, Kim Seokjin.

Next: Love at First Algorithm

[everwitch-magiks]

dance with somebody (ch. 21)

start from ch. 1 | back to ch. 20

Louis is tired.

It's been a bit of a week. He's had two mock business proposals to finish, plus a pretty big presentation on innovative concepts in virtual-reality entertainment, and consequently, he's spent far too much time trying to recall annoyingly specific descriptors in the English language. And here’s the thing – Louis knows English, okay? He's got the fluency, and certainly the vocabulary. It's not his fucking fault that there's simply no way to translate skräckblandad förtjusning (meaning: mixed feelings of fear and delight, except not quite) while actually retaining that completely essential connotation of sky high adrenaline rush in the best and worst way possible.

He needs a fucking break.

On Saturday morning, he wakes up late and puts on his favorite jeans and a faded The Ark t-shirt. He packs his backup bluetooth speakers (Nursey's still hogging his best ones, but considering how that's somehow become a major factor in Louis's current strategy for dibs, he's certainly not about to ask for them back) and sets off to make the short trek across campus. When he opens the door to the Haus, he is for once not greeted by the pleasant smell of freshly baked goods.

Perfect.

Louis whistles as he sets up his speakers on the kitchen counter and puts on his playlist of ultimate guilty pleasures, aptly titled how can I resist you. He collects a bowl from the usual cupboard and digs through the pantry and fridge for the right ingredients. He doesn't need to look up the recipe. Hasn't needed to for years, now.

He's carefully stirring sugar and eggs together when Hops enters the kitchen.

“You’re baking,” Hops says, and really, he has no business sounding so surprised. Hops baked, like, less than two days ago. Someone’s always baking. “And, wait. Is that ABBA?”

Since the opening of Waterloo is literally blasting from his speakers, Louis doesn’t even bother trying to deny it. He shrugs, instead, and winces as Hops starts to hum along to the lyrics. It takes Hops approximately half the first verse before he realises that Louis isn’t actually playing the English version.

Hops quiets, and looks over towards Louis’s baking project, instead. He grins.

“Hey. Is that gonna be, like, a cake?”

“I mean, kind of.”

Louis starts measuring his dry ingredients in a second bowl, moving mostly on autopilot. Flour. Salt. Cocoa powder.

“You might wanna whisk those eggs, my friend,” Hops says, his tone annoyingly important. “That’s what Dex says, if you wanna get that cake nice and airy-”

“I don’t,” Louis cuts in. “It’s not that kind of cake.”

“Huh.” Unfortunately, Hops sounds completely fascinated. “What kind of cake is it?”

Louis sighs. Fuck. More terminology.

“I think it’s called a mud cake, in English,” he explains, wincing at the words despite the fact that he just chose them himself. “That’s not a literal translation from Swedish, though, and it honestly sounds dumb. Who wants to eat mud?”

“What’s it called in Swedish, then?”

Louis grimaces. “Uh. Sticky cake? Basically. Which sounds way more appetizing in Swedish, I promise. Anyway, it’s actually something of a classic.”

“So it’s, like, traditional?” Hops says, his eyes lighting up. “That’s really cool, man.”

“No, not really, it’s more…” Louis begins, only to trail off. This is actually exactly what he’s been trying to completely avoid, today. “Sorry, Hops, can I just finish baking?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Hops takes a couple of steps back. He looks mildly confused. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Hops wanders out of the kitchen. Someone else comes down the stairs, and Louis barely registers a hushed conversation in the hallway. Moments later, he’s joined by Whiskey, instead.

Whiskey nods towards him, and makes a beeline for the pot of coffee.

Louis finishes his batter and pours it into a springform pan. He pops it in the oven and sets a timer on his phone. There.

When he looks up again, he finds Whiskey watching him over a cup of coffee.

Whiskey doesn’t look merely tired. No, Whiskey looks fucking exhausted. Louis belatedly remembers that he hasn’t actually seen Whiskey for a few days, that there's been hushed whispers all week about Whiskey’s sudden and completely unexplained absence. Yet despite all of that, Whiskey has evidently found the time and energy to stick around in the kitchen, just now, and wait for Louis to look his way. Their eyes meet, and Whiskey raises both eyebrows slightly, his expression one of mild concern and careful curiosity.

“It’s nothing,” Louis says, before Whiskey has even asked. “I’m just… I get really tired, sometimes.”

“I get that,” Whiskey says. He’s nodding slowly. “It’s been a really tough season.”

“It’s not… This is different.” Louis pauses. It’s a little easier, this time, to find the right words. “I’m tired of people not getting things. I’m tired of having so many things nobody gets."

"Like cake," Whiskey says lightly, and okay, Hops has definitely put him up to this. "Do you wanna tell me about it?"

Louis shakes his head.

"I'm so fucking tired of telling people shit, I just… I miss just being. I miss not constantly looking for the right words. I miss home."

"Ah," Whiskey says. He's nodding again. "Okay. I don't exactly get that, but that's kind of your whole point, isn't it?"

"A little bit, yeah." Louis almost smiles. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump all of my shit on you. You probably have enough going on, at the moment."

"Let's not talk about me," Whiskey says evasively, and alright, apparently that's not a conversation they're about to have, right now. "Listen, do you wanna… Okay, this might sound sort of stupid."

Louis raises both eyebrows.

"Try me."

"Talk to me in Swedish, for a bit."

"What?" Louis frowns. "I'm afraid you'd find that entirely incomprehensible."

"No, I know." Whiskey smiles slightly. "I promise I'll still nod and hum in all the right places. Okay?"

Despite that reassurance, Louis hesitates. It honestly sounds really fucking dumb. Whiskey is watching him sort of expectantly, though, and fuck it, he might as well try. Because if Whiskey has for some reason made it his mission to cheer Louis up despite the fact that Whiskey’s clearly got some sort of huge, unacknowledged crisis of his own to deal with, the very least Louis can do is humour him.

"Det kommer dröja minst fem månader innan jag får träffa min lillsyrra igen, och alltså, hon är skitjobbig, men det är ändå fan inte okej."

Louis pauses. Whiskey is nodding, as promised, and his expression actually looks just the right level of sympathetic.

Huh.

Louis keeps talking.

He tells Whiskey about his other siblings, too, about his two older brothers who are actually occasionally even worse than his sister. It's kind of a miracle that he misses them all as much as he does. He talks about his stupidly boring home town, about that one coffee place that's clearly superior to all the rest and the outdoor rink that's right by the lake, about his mom's cinnamon buns and a fresh sheet of ice and that gorgeous sunrise and his best friend right there, lacing up her skates next to Louis and prattling on about some new band she's just discovered that Louis absolutely must listen to, and-

Louis's phone buzzes.

Immediately, Louis cuts himself off mid-sentence and practically lounges for the oven mittens. He carefully takes out the cake, which to the untrained looks like it's not quite done, yet. 

Fucking perfection.

"Hey, now," Whiskey says. He sounds amused. "I'm sure five more seconds would've been fine."

"Är du dum på riktigt, eller, tänk om…" Oh. Right. "And risk overbaking this baby? Not on my watch."

"If you say so." Whiskey looks a bit curious. "I think I actually caught, like, two or three words out of all that. One of them was definitely idiot."

"Probably." Louis shrugs. "You should meet my siblings, sometime."

"I'd have to brush up on my Swedish, first."

"Nah. Clearly, you're a natural."

Whiskey smiles, and Louis actually finds it fairly easy to smile back. He feels a little less tense, compared to before. A little more grounded.

"So. Turns out that wasn't completely pointless." Louis grins. And then, because it feels like that kind of moment, he continues. "I'm gonna vote for you, you know. As captain."

Something very complicated passes over Whiskey's expression.

"I know you're gonna do great," Louis adds. God, why is Whiskey looking at him like that? He must know that he's basically guaranteed to be chosen, already. Everyone knows. "And we're all gonna have your back. Alright?"

"Thanks, man." Whiskey's not quite meeting his eyes. "I should, uh. I've got to go."

"You should have some cake," Louis says firmly. He digs out a spoon from the top drawer and carefully traces it along the inside of the springform pan, before removing the sides. The slice he cuts only just holds together. He grins in satisfaction as he hands Whiskey the plate. "Here. You won't regret it, I promise."

Whiskey barely smiles. He still looks a bit shaken up. Louis wonders if he should mention this to Dex, or Tango and Ford, or maybe to that one water polo kid who's always hanging around the Haus, lately. To someone Whiskey actually talks to about stuff.

"Oh my God."

Whiskey has taken his first bite. He's staring at his plate in disbelief.

"What the… This is, like, some sort of fucking chocolate heaven. In my mouth. What the fuck." He takes another bite. "Why aren't you making this every day, always?"

"Kitchen's usually busy, isn't it?" Louis serves himself a generous slice. "Glad you like it, though."

"I'm gonna need more of this, like, yesterday," Whiskey says decisively, just as at least three people enter the kitchen at once.

"You baked, Louis? 'Swasome."

"Fuck, that smells so good."

"Plates! We need plates!"

Even in the middle of the general mayhem that ensues, Louis doesn't miss the fact that Whiskey cuts himself an extra slice before he's even finished his first, locates a second spoon and quietly leaves the kitchen. Which all seems a little excessive, maybe, but Whiskey's evidently going through some shit right now, and if plenty of cake and a high quantity of cutlery is what's gonna get him through it, Louis won't judge.

"Hey," Jader says, already halfway through his second slice. "That guy on your shirt looks pretty hot. Who is he?"

"He's a singer." Louis reaches for his phone. The best thing about music is, it never needs to be explained. "And a fucking legend. Take a deep breath, okay? You're in for quite a ride."

He puts on It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane, and serves himself a second slice.

ch. 22

[ubernoxa]

The Slippery Slope: An Izzy Stradlin FANFICTION

Chapter 2: It Was Nice While It Lasted

Chapter 1

Story Summary: 6 part min series about Izzy meeting a biologist at a zoo

Chapter Summary: A date in a fancy restaurant

Poppy sat in her car attempting to calm herself down.

Why was she so nervous?

She wasn’t this nervous when she took any of her exams back in college.

This was just a dat. That’s all it was. Just a silly date! Middle schoolers go one dates, so they couldn’t be that bad...right?

She quickly adjusted her rear view mirror, checking over her appearance.

She looked over her makeup one last time, makeup that took way too long to put on. She felt like she was in middle school again as she went to war with the eyeliner and mascara trying to get it to look right. One of the millions of perks of working at the zoo was that it wasn’t uncommon to go swimming which meant no makeup.

Izzy placed the flowers on the white cloth covered table in the restaurant he chose. He couldn’t remember the last time he worse a suit, and he couldn’t wait to take it off. The flowers were identical to the poppies he had given her earlier today when he asked her out at work. He loved the smile that grew on her face when he handed them to her, and he hoped to see it again.

He second guessed himself the entire time he wandered around the aquatics area looking for Poppy that morning to ask her out.

What if he misread her yesterday?

What if she wasn’t flirting with him?

What if she was just being nice?

He chastised himself for potentially thinking that every girl who talked to him wanted to fuck or date him.

He wasn’t a rockstar anymore, and he wondered if Poppy would even be interested in the old him. He shook his head, erasing the thoughts that haunted him. It didn’t matter what Izzy from Guns N’ Roses did or didn’t do. Poppy had no idea that was him, she only knew him as ‘sweet Izzy’ as she called him last night.

After searching for what felt like an eternity, he found her standing next to a penguin talking to a crowd of kids about where penguins come from or what they eat.

Izzy watched as her cheeks went redder the moment their eyes locked. It was cute. Izzy made sure to lean up against the back wall as he watched her continue on with her class. She was a natural with dealing with kids. Izzy knew he wouldn’t last two minutes with the little kids.

“Can everyone thank Dr Poppy for introducing us to her penguin friends?” The tour guide said to the group of children who quickly sent several thank yous towards Poppy. The smile she wore was radiant as she smiled back and thanked them.

Once the children left, Poppy immediately headed over towards Izzy.

“Hey,” he said once she was within earshot.

“Hey Pops,” Poppy giggled at the nickname that Izzy gave her.

“Don’t call me that, you make me sound like an old man,” Poppy teased back.

“Ohh come on babe, it’s cute,” Poppy lost her breath when Izzy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer.

“Fine...how about Marry Poppins,” Izzy’s laughter filled the room as Poppy playfully shoved Izzy.

“Do I look like Marry Poppins?”

“Well you have the penguins!” Izzy pointed towards the penguins that were now back in their home. Izzy smiled as Poppy’s laughter filled the room around them.

“So what brings you back to the zoo? Last we talked you were going to call tonight,” Poppy eyed the flowers that Izzy held as he spoke.

“Well, I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer. Turns out I don’t have a lot of patience,” he handed her the poppies and watched her smile grow larger and larger by the second.

“Patience to do what?” Poppy had a good guess at what he was getting at. She pushed all thoughts of him asking her out to the back of her mind. She was just thinking like a foolish child.

“Patience to ask you out,” Poppy swore her heart stopped.

Izzy also swore that his heart stopped the moment he saw her walk into the restaurant. Her red hair cascaded over her golden dress the shined under the lights the illuminated the restaurant. Gorgeous was an understatement. While Izzy would agree that she did look cute in her lab coat, he would also say that she looked drop dead gorgeous in her little golden dress. He raised his hand to help get her attention, and she sent a warm smile towards him.

“This place is gorgeous!” Poppy said the moment she sat down.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” Izzy’s words earned a giggle from Poppy.

“I figured you to be a corny guy....but I didn’t think you were that corny,” Poppy teased.

“Ohh and I thought I was being so original with bringing you poppies,” Izzy could have said anything and Poppy would have blushed.

Truth was, he was the first guy to bring her poppies. He was actually the first guy to ever bring her flower. He was also the first guy to ask her out.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” Izzy asked as he looked over the menu.

“No....I’m gonna be honest....I haven’t had half of the stuff on this menu. The college diet usually includes more Ramen and fast food than fine dining,” Poppy’s eyes were glued for the menu.

“What the hell is Toscana?” Poppy wanted to dramatically throw her menu in the air as a joke, but she knew that now wasn’t the time nor the place. Little did she know that Izzy had done far worse than throw a menu in a crowded fancy restaurant.

When she looked around, she got a good look at the restaurants clientele. Poppy and Izzy were the youngest patrons there by at least 20 years. She could feel eyes on her every time she picked up her water to take a quick sip while talking to Izzy about how her day was.

At first Izzy was going to order the calamari, but he quickly changed his mind. He didn’t know how often she worked with squids, but he didn’t want to upset her by eating one in front of her.

“I’m thinking I’m going to try the Gnocchi alla Pesto...sounds good!” Poppy sent a warm smile toward Izzy who returned it right back to her. Truth was that Izzy had already offered to pay, and she agreed before looking at the menu prices. She couldn’t remember seeing a menu this pricey before. Honestly $18 for gnocchi seemed expensive, but it was the cheapest option on the menus that had a description and sounded edible.

“Well I’m going to try the penguin pasta,” Izzy laughed at Poppy’s auditable gasp that captivated some of the tables around them.

Poppy’s shock quickly turned into a playful smile after the realization that Izzy was joking had hit her.

“Ohh my god Izzy! You better be careful because I ALMOST believed you for a second,” Poppy harshly whispered back. Izzy laughed at Poppy’s playful tone that matched the smirk on her lips.

Dinner flew by for the pair as they chatted away about everything and anything. Poppy was surprised at how much Izzy was talking. She pegged him for the shy type, but he slowly talked more and more as the night progressed.

The night prior, she asked him what he did for a living, but he simply responded that he wrote music. She tried asking follow up questions, but he would quickly change the topic. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, so she decided that maybe the next time she saw him they would talk about it. Tonight she once again shyed away from asking. She figured that work was stressful and he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I take it that you enjoyed your gnocchi?” Izzy pointed towards her now empty bowl.

“Yeah, it was really good” Poppy patted her stomach as she spoke. She felt silly and animated about the action, but she was nervous and it made Izzy giggle.

“Did you enjoy your dinner Mr. Stradlin?” Their attention quickly changed from each other to the bus boy who was collecting their dirty plates.

“Stradlin...now that a silly last name,” Izzy froze as Poppy giggled at her comment.

“Well I guess that is one of the perks of being a rockstar...you get to chose whatever name you want. Plus it’s not the weirdest name, he has a bandmate named Duff and another named Axl,” Izzy’s jaw clenched as the bus boy spoke. He watched as realization filled Poppy‘s features. At least it was nice while it lasted.