#rusty grille

[grille-thrill]

[slavhew]

exans

yeah

[vbrosclips]

s5e5 - O.S.I. Love You

[lewisinho]

i need them all driving a fiat punto with a 5-speed manual transmission with 70 hp attempting to manoeuvre through peak rush hour traffic

[spllthbns]

So, I went ice skating. For the first time in about five years haha

This certainly goes to say I’m rusty af, but I latched onto a couple things relatively fast given I’d learnt a bit in the past 🙃

I didn’t realise it was my birthday until my friend called me in haha

so I figured doing something nostalgic would be nice, also got the whole family into it too 💛

[rust-muncher]

look at this grilled cheese sandwich i made

ok

[spookysanta]

Grills. (drabble.)

Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x reader

Warnings: a baby amount of smut, bad writing. minors DNI.

UNEDITED.

yoooooo i've risen. i saw sinners twice already and the only thing on my mind is that man and those grills. i've missed my peeps! hopefully y'all are well. you can tell i'm a bit rusty, but more will be coming soon!

I’ve never been one to be overly impressed with them. Sure, they’re attractive. But there’s nothing about them that’s really caught my eye.

Until this. 

He’s worn them before, yes. He’s drawn himself to them for other press runs — I mean, Black Panther had him wearing grills in the movie. So you’d think I’d be immune. 

Clearly not.

I can’t help but imagine him wearing them with me. His iced-out grin glinting in the moonlight as his chiseled frame towers over me, absolutely demolishing whatever inhibitions I had from the work day prior. Or his slight — adorable, might I add — lisp of his words grunting in my ear, the diamonds on his teeth grazing at my skin in a way that could only be defined as sinful. 

Or, most damningly, the diamonds grinding against my clit — with every nibble and tug, his mouth has an added layer of pleasure that rocks my world. 

Do grills leave a mark?

I wonder if he’d leave fang prints in my ass —

“Hey, you.”

I damn-near spilled my coffee over myself at the surprise. He’d just come home from his most recent interview, where the cast of his latest film, Sinners, answered questions about each other. Shortly after, he had a photo shoot with, you guessed it, a set of grills in his mouth.

I intentionally didn’t go to either of them, opting to keep my mind.. somewhat clear.. as I worked on an upcoming project. And it’s funny, his co-star, Wunmi, could spot my unease from a mile away at previous interviews — “You can’t get enough of him, can you?” she’d asked, Manchester accent peeking through with a smile. “I could see you undressing him from across the room.”

Yeah, no shit, babe.

I quickly snapped back into reality before he could pick up my neediness. “Hi, love.” I greeted as he entered the kitchen, taking my mug from my hands and sipping my coffee, wincing at the taste. “How was it?”

“Good. Missed you there though, everyone asked if you were OK.” He shrugged. “Also, this is nasty. How are you drinking this? It’s pure sugar.”

“I like it. Because it is mine, y’know.” 

Humming with a slight roll in his eyes. He leaned down to meet my lips with his. He was right, though; his lips tasted coyingly sweet. His warm mouth engulfing mine, I set my mug down on the counter behind me to free my hands so I could wrap my arms in his warm embrace. Breathlessly, he mumbled against my lips, “Love you.”

“Love you more, Kari.”

His grin was immediate. That nickname was his weakness. Sure, I’d call him a plethora of other names — “bear”, “lover”, “honey”.. But Kari, an abbreviation of his middle name, was unique. He’s told me that it makes him feel “warm inside”. 

And I almost didn’t catch it when my eyes darted down to his mouth. His grin was coated in silver, canines ever-so pointed as they were enwrapped in diamonds. 

My breath escaped shakily.

“You good, babe?” His eyes bore into mine. “You seem unsettled.”

I cleared my throat, leaning against the cool marble of the countertop. “Yeah, no. I’m good. Great.”

“Mhm.”

“You just look nice, is all.”

“I look nice.” He repeated with a chuckle. “You saw me getting dressed this morning and you weren’t nearly this breathless.”

Here’s the thing. Michael’s an ass. He knows he’s an ass, and truly, he takes pride in his cockiness. 

When he’s freshly showered after the gym, sauntering into our bedroom from the en suite with his towel riding low on his hips, happy trail on full display, and his muscles beckoning me forward, my imagination has my mind racing a mile-a-minute. But then, in his assholeish ways, he chuckles out, “Like what you see?”

Oh shut up.

Or when he has me on all fours, pounding me into the mattress. My face buried into the pillows, moans and whimpers muffled into whispers into the fabric. His calloused palms grip my shoulders and pull my upper frame back, just so he can hear what he does to me. “I need those screams, baby. Le’me hear how good my dick is.”

“Y’know,” I tried not to let my face show the fact that just his eyes on me, with that stupid grill in his mouth, were enough for a ball of pleasure to grow in the pit of my stomach. “you just look nice. I’m taking it all in.” 

“Sure.”

“No, seriously! You do look nice.” It wasn’t a lie, either. A simple black t-shirt with his signature gold chain on display, in combination with dark wash jeans and sneakers. It was nice, don’t get me wrong. But that wasn’t my focus. I gestured to my mouth. “I like your, uh..”

“You like my grills?”

I nodded wordlessly, eyes fixated on his mouth. And again, he smiled cockily. 

“I was waiting for you to say something.”

My eyebrow cocked.

“You’ve been staring at my mouth for days now.” He stepped back with arms folded across his chest. “Since Ryan had the cast wear them at the premiere, actually. You’re so obvious.” 

“OK, but in my defense, you do look really good with them. Could you blame me?”

[justarandomsim]

Rusty Window Grille

I recolored the Strangerville DEBUG grille, made it base game and accessible from the wall attachment category in the build menu.

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[lucygraysboy]

“yeah, grilled eel. i know, right? you need to have very sophisticated tastebuds to handle that,” he muses with a laugh, struggling to refrain from mirroring lucy gray’s grimace of disgust. he takes a sip of his overly sweet coffee to wash away the memory of that dish. dates with blair won’t be missed. “oh, you’re not? really? you sound just like a new yorker!” he teases, knowing she sounds nothing like someone who’s spent their whole life up north. “so… where you come from, do people always offer their seats to the elderly? such strange customs.” he plays along, pretending they didn’t grow up together in the same small town. “no, yeah, i definitely agree with you, sweet bird. respect should be a universal thing. too bad it’s not.” a heavy sigh escapes him, head turning around when the train comes to yet another stop, trying to see the name of the station. seems like they’re halfway there. “new mexico, alaska… i’m adding these to our bucket list. we’re going to put this theory to the test, see if we really can make any place fun.” he almost slips up and instead of saying bucket list says potential honeymoon destinations. now that would have been awkward, he thinks to himself, cheering up again at the mere sound of her laugh. “yeah, yeah… it is insane. i don’t know what would have to happen for me to just… you know, poop into a trash can, on the corner of 5th avenue at that. but yeah, of course,” he chuckles, fibbing in hopes of amusing her, “i always carry a few packs of toilet paper on me in case someone decides to go number two in my presence. if truth be told, i think she just pulled up her pants and went on about her day, babe.”

"grilled EEL?" grimacing at the sound of it, she didn't even know that was legal. "that doesn't sound appetizin' at all..." that actually, sounds down right disgusting. but she won't say that out loud. "well, i'm not a new yorker. i'm a north carolinian and a tennessean at heart, we do things a lil differently down those parts." saying amusingly, not like he doesn't know that and didn't grow up there too, "respect for the elderly should be universal, though." a smile curls her lips upwards at the kiss she gets to her head and feeling pretty special when he says she makes things fun. that's a good feeling when someone tells you that. "you make it interestin' too, dino. we could go to cold alaska and you could make it fun." she banters back, giggling at him before features scrunch in disbelief yet again. "billy, that's insane. let's not pretend it's not. did you least try to offer her some toilet paper?" lucy gray quips, trying to keep a serious face even if it's kind of just sad.

[jilldoessims]

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[grille-thrill]

New Jewish Cemetery, Riga, Latvia

[pretty-circa006]

Backyard Barbecue pt. 2 of the Summer Break mini series

dadsbsf! Negan x F! Reader x dadsbsf! Rick

summary Rick and Negan are back for the annual backyard barbecue tags pseudo smut?, making out, groping, dry humping, age gap

wc 2.5k

note @a-vampire-bat this one's for you! thank you so much for being patient! i'm so sorry that this took forever and i really hope it doesn't disappoint!! i promise that pt.3 is already in the works!

p.s. be sure to let me know if i missed any warnings, i've gotten a bit rusty haha

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

Out of all her family’s traditions, the annual summer barbecue her father puts on his her favorite. It’s not just the food–although that is one of the highlights–but it’s the atmosphere. A bright sunny day with a backyard full of laughter and people she hasn’t seen in oh so long, her favorites, of course, being Rick and Negan. Before she left for college, she saw Negan quite frequently since he lived nearby, but Rick, she only saw a couple times a year; major holidays, the annual summer barbecue, and whenever he just happened to be in the area. 

“Honey, come down and help me with something real quick,” her mom’s voice calls from downstairs. 

“Coming!” she shouts back. She’s not actually coming, though, she’s looking in the mirror trying to decide if her outfit is sexy enough to catch Rick’s and Negan’s eyes while also being appropriate to wear around the other guests. Maybe just a bikini would catch too many eyes, so she opts for a little, pink, floral sundress instead. It's short enough that she shouldn't bend over while leaving just enough for the imagination. 

“Finally, what took you so long? Never mind, just go open the gate. The guests’ll be here soon,” her mom tells her. 

Feeling giddy, she hurries out the sliding glass door and across the back yard, passing her dad who’s putting charcoal in the grill. As soon as she swings the wooden gate open, she comes face to face with Rick. His bright blue eyes that look even brighter and bluer in the summer sunlight take her in, eyeing her body before forcing their way to her face. 

“Rick! You’re here early.” She jumps into his arms, embracing him as if she didn’t see him last night. He reciprocates and presses a lingering kiss to her temple. 

“Came early to help set up,” he explains without looking away from her. 

The sound of a motorcycle snatches her attention away from Rick and when she realizes that it’s Negan she perks up even more. 

“Looks like Negan’s early, too!” She sidesteps Rick and hurries out to the front to greet Negan. Jealousy bubbles in Rick’s chest as he watches her jump into Negan’s arms, much like she did to him a second ago. But Negan picks her up and spins her around before setting her back down, still keeping an arm wrapped around her. They’re too far away for him to hear what they’re talking about, but seeing Negan make her laugh causes him to clench his jaw and ball his hand into a fist. Negan playfully smacking her ass pushes him over the edge.

“Hey, Negan,” Rick shouts, catching both hers and Negan’s attention. 

“Are you gonna help set up or what?” He doesn’t mean for so much anger to seep into his voice, but seeing Negan touching what’s his pisses him off. 

“I just got here, asshole. Give me a minute!” 

Rick is able to relax a little when she leaves Negan’s side and walks back into the yard, but what he just saw leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. 

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The backyard's full of guests; family and friends reuniting, children running around splashing in the pool, and the smell of food wafting through the humid air. This is another thing she loves about summer. With all the activity happening, she hadn't been able to check in on Rick or Negan. Having finally finished making fruit salad for the quests, she heads back inside to sit down for a moment. 

"Honey, can you do me a favor?" she hears her mom ask as soon as she sat down. Begrudgingly, she gets up and trudges into the kitchen. 

"Bring these out to Negan while he's still grilling." Her mom dumps a pack of ribs into her arms before going back to whatever busywork she was doing before. Normally she's irritated by these little favors, but since it’s a reason to see Negan, she's happy. Happily, she saunters over to Negan who’s manning the grill in a white t-shirt and shorts, covered by an apron that says ‘kiss the cook’ because of course he has one of those. 

“Hey doll!” Negan greets when she comes into view, his arm open wide for a hug while the other tends to the meat. She melts into the hug, her face pressed into his strong chest as his arm holds her close. He smells mostly of grill smoke and faintly of cologne and it’s hypnotizing. Despite the sweltering weather, she feels cold when he pulls away from the hug. 

“It smells great over here, what’re you makin’? She asks, handing him the package of ribs. 

“You’re smellin’ this barbecue sauce I made,” he dips his index finger into the bowl of sauce and holds it up to her, “Taste it. It is fuckin’ delicious.” This gives her pause, but only momentarily. She leans down, maintaining eye contact with him as she takes his finger into her mouth and sucks the sauce from it. A smirk grows across his face as he watches her, feeling her warm mouth around his finger. 

“Good, huh?” He pridefully questions, taking back his finger. She nods with approval but is barely able to hide the fact that she's flustered. 

"Wanna try it on some ribs?"

"I wanna go swimmin' 'fore I eat!" 

"Better fuckin' hope there's some food left for ya. Nobody can resist my cookin'." 

"Or...," she grabs his hand and holds it in hers, looking up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes, "you can just wait 'til I'm done to finish cookin' up everything." She bites back a smile when she sees a look in Negan's hazel eyes telling her that he's considering her proposition. 

"Sorry, doll. As much as I'd love to, I can't leave all these other assholes to starve." 

"Fine," she drops his hand and he lets it fall limp against his side, "guess you don't wanna help me pick out a swimsuit." She doesn't wait for a response or reaction and just walks toward the house. Seconds later, she hears his hurried footsteps rushing to catch up to her.  

Another perk of him being her dad's best friend is that nobody seems to bat an eye at the two of them heading toward her bedroom. He sits on her bed like it's second nature and she shuts the door. His elbows are rested on his knees and head resting on his hands. It's almost as if he physically can't tear his eyes away from her as he watches her every move with a growing lust. 

"One piece or bikini?" she asks him, snatching his focus away from her smooth legs. 

"Hmmmm," he shamelessly eyes her body up and down before locking into her eyes, "bikini." 

"Good call," she replies as she makes her way over to her dresser. She doesn't have to look behind her to know that Negan's watching her every move. Being under his scrutinizing gaze isn't uncomfortable, in fact, it makes her feel hot inside, knowing that of everything around them, she's capturing his focus. It makes teasing him irresistible. She seductively bends over to open her bottom drawer, allowing her dress to reveal all of what's underneath to Negan's eager eyes. Without looking, she tosses the garments at him. 

"Okay!" she stands up abruptly and cuts his show short, "which one?" 

He takes a moment to sift through the options and pick his favorite: a bandeau bikini with matching bottoms. 

"I think you'd look so goddamn delicious in...." His mouth goes dry before he can finish his sentence when he looks up and realize she's already naked. 

"Holy shit," he says under his breath. 

She steps in front of him and stands between his legs, her tits almost directly in his face. 

"Help me put it on." 

A dimpled, toothy grin spreads across his face as he grabs her hips and helps her straddle his lap. 

"Why don't we keep it off for a bit?" A gasp cuts off whatever reply popped into her mind upon feeling Negan's large hands slip lower and grip her ass. Unabashedly, he kneads at the soft flesh. She can feel him growing hard beneath the confines of his jeans. 

"What happened to not wanting all the guests to starve?" she teases. 

"There's snacks for a reason." 

She smiles at him, happy that he fell right into her trap. Her not-so-sneaky hands make their way to his belt, eager to free him, to finally feel him. 

"What's the rush, baby, we've got all goddamn day." 

His belt's now undone and she's working on unbuttoning his pants. 

"I've already been waitin' all goddamn day!" 

"That's it? I've been waitin' since I got here last night." 

"Then let's not wait anymore!" 

He lays back again the bed, pulling her with him to lay on top of him. She cups his face in her hand, running her thumb along the prickly hairs of his beard before leaning down and pressing her soft lips to his. Her free hand palms him through his boxers, feeling him twitch beneath her teasing touch. He lets out a guttural groan into her mouth, allowing her to slide her tongue in and kiss him deeper. From behind, he slides a finger along her folds, feeling her wetness. She stops palming him and starts grinding her bare pussy against his clothed erection. 

"Can you feel how badly I missed you?" he asks when she pulls away for a breath. 

"Wanna feel it inside me." 

He flips them over leaving her beneath him on her back and him on top of her. He admires her kiss-swollen lips and lust-darkened eyes: a picture of pure beauty. 

"Anything you want, doll," he promises as he pulls down his boxers. 

A flurry of panicked knocks interrupts things before they could escalate. 

"Honey, have you seen Negan? There's somethin' burnin' on the grill outside and he's nowhere to be seen!" her mom whines from behind the door. Without missing a beat to wait for a reply, her mom tries the doorknob, causing her heart to race. 

"Wait! I'm changing!" she screams. 

"Sorry! I'll just go see if your dad has seen him." 

Negan breathes a sigh of frustration and redresses himself. "I guess this is my sign to get back on the grill. But I fuckin' promise ya, I'll be back to finish what I started." 

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With a bottle of sunscreen in hand and a dream, she walks over to Rick who's sitting by the pool nursing a beer. Her shadow blocks the sunlight from his face, causing him to look up. His jaw nearly drops when he sees her, which tells her that it's gonna be easy to get him to do what she wants him to. 

"Long time, no see," she greets him as she takes a seat on his lap. Thankfully, they're in the shade and out of the view of any prying eyes. His arms immediately wrap around her and pull her close. He presses a few gentle, lingering kisses on her bare shoulder, making her get all hot and bothered again. 

"Where've you been all day, princess?" he asks. 

Her mind wanders back to minutes ago when she was in her bedroom with Negan about to have sex with him, but Rick doesn't need to know that. She completely ignores the question and hands him the bottle of sunscreen. 

"You'll help me out, won't you?" 

"Of course, darlin'. Wouldn't want you to get a sun burn," he replies as he accepts the bottle. He flips open the cap and squeezes a dollop of the sunscreen in into his palm before rubbing it in. He starts with her shoulders and the back of her neck, massaging her slightly as he rubs in the sunscreen. Her eyes flutter shut as she relaxes into his touch.

"Lay down so I can do your back," he commands softly. They change positions so that she's laying on her stomach in the lawn chair and he's standing above her. His eyes can't help but wander down to her ass. Her bikini bottoms don't leave much to the imagination, yet somehow it's still too much clothing for Rick's taste. He takes a deep breath, a weak attempt to hold himself back from pulling her bottoms to the side and fucking her right there and then. 

"Rick?" she asks, taking a peek at the man behind her. His face is slightly flushed and she can see him getting hard in his pants. 

"Sunscreen, remember?" she taunts as she wiggles her ass at him. 

A gasp unleashes itself from her throat at the unexpected slap Rick plants on her ass. He doesn't stop there. Roughly, he rubs the sunscreen in, his hands occasionally slipping beneath the garment and even between her thighs. His hands disappear for a second as he squirts more sunscreen into his hand. Rick's hands slide up her body as he applies the spf onto her back. She misses the sensation of his big, rough hands groping her ass. 

"Need help with your front, too?" he jokingly asks. He's already squeezing more sunscreen into his hand as if he knows the answer is going to be yes. She sits up in the chair and turns 

to face him. Like he did before, he starts with her neck and shoulders. He runs his thumb along her jugular, feeling how fast her heart's racing. He moves lower and caresses her collar bones, taking his sweet time feeling her up. 

"Riiiick," she whines impatiently. 

"Let me take my time with you, darlin'." He slides his hands down to the tops of her breasts before reaching behind and unclasping her bikini top. Rick gropes and kneads at the soft mounds, causing her to clench her thighs together. Without pulling his hands away, he leans down and captures her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. She briefly wonders if he can taste Negan on her tongue, but quickly pushes the thought away. He pulls away from her mouth, almost as if he also heard that thought, and starts kissing down her neck, his facial hair tickling at her soft skin. Her body tastes like sunscreen, but he doesn't care, he licks and sucks at her skin, intentionally leaving marks as he does so, but her mind is too far gone to care. 

Nearby footsteps snatch both of their attention. 

"Last I saw him, he was by the pool." 

"Shit! It's my dad," she hisses as she fumbles to put her bikini top back on. Rick clumsily helps her out. 

"Maybe that asshole is too scared I'll kick his ass in another poker game," she hears Negan reply. 

Rick lets out a sigh of frustration- whether it's at Negan's comment or the fact he has to leave, she's not sure- and gets up.

"I better go find 'em before they find us." 

She crosses her arms over her now covered chest and pouts at him. He grabs her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. 

"Don't give me that attitude. I promise we'll finish this later, okay baby?" he reassures. She timidly nods and he presses a quick kiss to her lips before running off. 

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[hypnobeauty]

a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 14?)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, fluff, reflections, my rusty writing. a/n: hi…. is anyone here? *blows dust off blog* i’m back, i guess! sorry for taking so long. this is not an actual update, just a little snippet—future in thailand, more reader focused! honestly, i’m not happy with the way the “official” story went lol so these past months i’ve been writing on and off, random things; planning on posting them. i hope you enjoy it! this piece was slightly based on me: the stray cat, the moving countries, the kettle left by the previous renter owner. as usual, comments are always welcome xx love, lika taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen @deernat @vvlwvvy @psychobitchsthings @dikeu-yoiz (are u still interested? lemme know!)

part 14. stamped and sealed

the air was thick with the kind of warmth that settled in your skin and stayed there, fragrant with lemongrass and sun-warmed dust, a familiar welcome you’d come to expect each morning. a breeze moved lazily through the still air, carrying the sharp, peppery scent of grilled skewers and roasted chili from the street vendors three blocks down, who had already begun firing up their stalls in preparation for the dinner crowd. you stood barefoot on the porch, sipping iced tea from a glass that sweat in the heat, condensation trickling slowly down your fingers.

the stray cat with the stubby tail—now semi-adopted, unofficially christened meatball—padded through the garden with a sense of haughty ownership. she sniffed the bougainvillea blooms, then went in your direction, weaving through your legs with a lazy meow. you had tried to move her in completely, but she scratched the door the whole night until you gave in and opened it at 3 am. meatball is perfectly content in existing around you two, asking for food or chin scritches, and napping on the sofa during the afternoon, but refusing to let go of her freedom and right to come and go as she pleases. you often wondered if it could be a metaphor for something.

all of it was. this house, with its stained concrete, and one light switch that always sparked if you flicked it too fast. it wasn’t love at first sight. at least, not for hyun‑ju. you’d seen the house online first, in a grainy listing photo that made her scoff. “it looks like a ghost lives there,” she had said.

still, when you’d arrived for the showing—her trailing behind with her arms crossed and a skeptical scowl—you’d pushed open the metal gate, walked up the overgrown path, and something about it had clicked into place. as if it had been waiting for you. as if you had been waiting for it.

the house sat halfway down a sleepy residential street in lat phrao, flanked by a gleaming white villa boasting a koi pond and a stately two‑story residence with ornate columns and a marble mailbox. and then there was this—your potential forever home. it looked like it had been abandoned for decades or forgotten by time as a deliberate act of defiance. 

you stepped onto cracked porch tiles; each footfall stirred up dust motes that danced in the afternoon sun. the yard was a jungle of overgrown grass and defiant weeds. the paint on the façade had surrendered years ago, flaking in tired strips. half the floor tiles in the entryway were either cracked or missing entirely, and the roof… 

“skylight?” you said, pointing at the bizarre sheet of cloudy plastic covering the ceiling, one hand on your hip, the other waving dramatically.

hyun‑ju’s eyes widened in disbelief. “that’s a tarp, babe. a tarp glued to the ceiling.”

the owner, an old woman with a bent back and warm, crinkling eyes, came forward with surprising grace. she rubbed her hands together and smiled at you both. “my son bought me a nice condo close by, and this old thing… well, i’m too old to take care of it now. it needs someone strong. someone young. someone who can make it happy again.”

her voice was gentle, her affection tangible—a mixture of joy and longing, and suddenly you missed your mom so much. that unexpected tenderness softened the moment. hyun‑ju’s brow furrowed as she watched the way the woman traced her hand over cracked wood and you noticed her jaw soften by the slightest millimeter.

back in your bangkok rental—a shoebox of an apartment wedged between a laundromat and a perpetually closed café—you both had to shuffle sideways to move past one another. the walls were thin, the fan made a noise like a dying blender, and your bed was only a mattress on the floor, pressed up against a window that didn’t close all the way. still, it was home for the moment. the kind of home that madehyun-ju long for something a little more permanent… but also made her break out in hives every time she thought about the financials.

you sat cross-legged on the laminate floor, legs brushing hers, while she opened her laptop like it was a vault of secrets. her expression was all business, pencil already wedged between her teeth like a cigarette. “okay,” she muttered under her breath, flipping open the calculator and opening three different tabs simultaneously. “roofing first. that tarp is not a long-term solution unless you want a waterfall feature in the bathroom.”

“it’s basically a spa experience already,” you offered with a toothy smile.

she didn’t look up. “no.”

“fair.”

she began listing line items aloud as she punched in numbers. “roof — professional job, has to be. i’m guessing 50,000 baht minimum. plumbing... looks okay. pressure’s decent, no obvious leaks. electrical? might be old, but no shorts, no sparks. so far, not terrible. cosmetic stuff we can do ourselves if we plan it out right.”

you peeked over her shoulder. “see? that’s not so bad.”

she side-eyed you, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you giggled and leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “that’s what i’m banking on.”

still, she soldiered on. for over an hour, she ran different combinations—worst-case costs, best-case budgets, everything in between. she triple-checked estimated contractor fees and local supply prices, even converted it all to won just to see the damage in your own currency. “it’s still cheaper than anything else we’ve seen,” she admitted at last, voice softer now, more measured. “and at least we’d have space to breathe. i’m so sick of tripping over our laundry basket every time i turn around.”

you sat up, blinking at her. “so… is that a yes?”

she narrowed her eyes, but her tone had already turned. “you’ll help with the renovations?”

“i’ll lead them.”

she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. “you’re impossible.”

you clasped your hands together like a cartoon character. “and yet so lovable!”

hyunju took a long sip of water and finally—finally—gave you the smallest nod.

“alright. fine. but i swear, if a raccoon falls through that tarp ‘skylight,’ i’m divorcing you before we’re even married.” you didn’t need more than that.

you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her and tackling her gently to the ground, peppering her face with kisses. “you won’t regret it! you won’t! this is going to be our house! our home!”

she laughed beneath you, heartily this time, not the soft chuckle of skepticism but the real thing. her eyes crinkled at the corners as she pushed your hair out of your face.

“yeah,” she murmured, smiling. “ours.”

you bought it that same week. the old woman had insisted you take the kettle she kept on the stove. “for luck,” she said in thai, smiling as she patted your hand. you still used it, it whistled a little off-key when it boiled, like it was trying to sing.

after you left the games that november, bank accounts heavy and heart heavier, you and hyunju had counted every won like it was prayer. the money had never felt real—not when you received the non-descriptive cards with your names on it, or when you stacked it in front of you. but the moment you paid off the debt collectors, the hospital bills, the loans, and the tiny balances that haunted both of your inboxes like ghosts, the sum that remained—₩152 million—finally took on shape.

it wasn’t life-changing in seoul. not anymore, not in a city that churned ambition for breakfast and swallowed dreams by dinner. there, it would’ve barely gotten you a studio apartment in a decent neighborhood, it would’ve dried up before you had time to exhale.

but in bangkok?

in bangkok, it was a door cracked open.

it was enough to buy the house, outright—decrepit as it was. enough to pay for visa work, for paperwork translations, for the endless bureaucratic loops you had to leap through in a country that wasn’t yet yours but was slowly becoming home. it was enough to exhale, for once. to put down your bags without preparing to pick them up again.

and that was what you wanted now; not the sleek life, not the sterile shine of high-rise condos with fingerprint locks and white-leather everything, not the rooftop bars or instagram dinners or stilettos worn to impress. you had chased that version of adulthood once—when success looked like gloss and your worth was measured in how many nights you worked overtime without crying. you didn’t want it anymore.

you wanted the slow.

you wanted mornings that began with birdcalls and sunlight slicing through broken blinds. you wanted afternoons sticky with heat and iced tea sweating in your hand. you wanted cicadas in the trees, rain drumming soft on metal, the smell of fish sauce wafting from the neighbor’s open kitchen window. you wanted to sit on cracked tiles and argue over paint swatches, to fall asleep with the ceiling fan humming above you and her leg tangled with yours.

you wanted to hear hyunju’s laughter ring out in echoing, empty rooms, you wanted to fill them together.

even if the walls needed mending, even if the plumbing groaned and the roof still leaked when it rained too hard, it didn’t matter.

because you wanted her.

that had always been the constant. from the moment she pressed a drink into your hand at the edge of some party neither of you belonged to. from the first time she rolled her eyes and called you dramatic while secretly tucking your hair behind your ear. from every night she pulled you in closer instead of away.

you wanted her in every version of your life: the old ones, the ones you left behind, the ones you were building now.

and everything else—the ghosts, the names you still couldn’t speak aloud, the final click of the game’s vote on november 24th, the gunshots that still made your shoulder flinch in your sleep—all of it slowly began to dissolve in the soft hum of your days together.

there were hard nights, sure. there were moments when the silence felt too wide, when one of you would wake up gasping from a dream neither could explain, when you remembered young-mi. but you held each other through those, too. you learned to live in spite of the memory. maybe even because of it.

because of cho hyun-ju.

because of the way she always handed you the second-to-last bite of her food, saving the last one for herself like a secret. because she left you little notes on the fridge when she left early—terrible drawings of cartoon animals or scribbled reminders to eat the food she made. because she  reached for your hand under the table when in a room full of strangers, and never once let go until you told her you were okay.

because of her, your life had become something warmer, gentler.

because of hyunju, you had a partner who stood beside you, not in front, not behind. someone who built with you, laughed with you, argued and cried and tried with you. she made the ordinary feel like magic. and you loved her in the quietest ways—through laundry folded without being asked, tea poured before you even reached the kitchen, a towel warmed and waiting after every shower.

and she loved you right back. fiercely, patiently, like you were worth everything she had. your name wasn’t next to hers on any official document—not yet. but it was written into her habits, her language, the way she said "we" when planning anything. it was in the way she said "you first" and meant it.

the tea was growing warm in your hand when you heard the gate rattle: the metal screeched and the lock gave its familiar clunk. you turned, smiling already, heart rising with the familiar sound of her gait.

not because of where you were, or what the house looked like. but because she was here and  with hyunju, even a half-finished house felt like a whole world.

[its-time-to-write]

Ohhh love to see you’re back! 💜💜💜💜

How about a Jaime x baker!girlfriend? Maybe she doesn’t really know who he is so when he acts all arrogant she just throws him out of her bakery? And he’s like “her! I want her! I’m in love! 🥰 🥰🥰🥰”

Still feeling a bit rusty lol. Next on the docket is the married at first sight fic. Not sure how long or short it’ll be but I’m doing my best!! Thanks for the requests🩵🩵

god, it’s brutal out here

“How many cakes do we have?” you mutter. “Four. Four cakes. I should’ve stuck to pastries. But nooo, I had to show off my fancy decorating. Fuck me.”

The door chimes, signifying the first customer of the day. You sigh, slap one more sticky note on the wall, then head to the front.

Today will be like every other day, which is nice; a revolving door of customers, some looking for a quick bite and others placing larger orders for weddings, birthdays, dinner parties. 

Baking is a ritual; you wake up early every morning, make a fresh cup of coffee, then begin mixing, kneading, and measuring. It’s a dance; you weave between the fridge, the oven, and the counters. It’s a science; you slice with precision, check temperatures for perfection, bake until golden.

Late in the afternoon, after you’ve closed, you’ll bring leftover bread and desserts to your flat for your friend group’s weekly dinner. Everyone will contribute something, from appetizers to mains to drinks. The weather is nice enough that dinner will be in your backyard and you mentally choose dishes as you take customer orders. 

Your bakery closes in five minutes when the bell jingles once, twice, three times. You sigh. Three fucking closers. 

The last is a man around your age and you won’t lie, he’s objectively good looking. But his teeth are just a little too sharp and his clothes are just a little too flashy. He’s like one of those frogs, brightly colored so you know they’re poisonous.

He rattles off a long order without giving you a moment to really take it down and then just stares expectantly at you when you tell him the total.

“Cash or card..?” you ask after a beat. The man tilts his head.

“Neither..?” he replies, mirroring your tone. “I’m Jamie Tartt.”

You grimace. “And you expect free pastries because your last name is on the menu?”

“I’m Jamie Tartt,” he says again. “I’m like, really fucking famous.”

He has a stupid grin plastered on his face and you really can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

You stare at him in disbelief. “I don’t have time for this. I think you should go.”

Jamie’s a little shocked. It takes him a moment to actually register your words but he does. He turns on his heel and you lock the door behind him, breathing a sigh of relief. Any thoughts of his beautiful face are distorted by his shit, entitled personality.

—

“I brought tequila,” says Dani with a grin. “And a friend.”

The dinner party is already in full swing but this is classic Dani. Always late, always with tequila, always with a surprise.

“Any friend of yours is a friend of ours,” you reply. “Everyone’s out back. Flo’s grilling and Ed’s in charge of music.”

You and Dani shake your head. Ed should not be in charge of music. 

“I will go fix this,” Dani says and then he’s off, leaving you alone with his friend.

You turn to introduce yourself and see-

“Jamie Tartt,” you state. It’s all you can do to hold in a snarl.

“Hey,” he says, and at least he’s sheepish. How someone like him is friends with Dani is beyond you.

It does make a little bit more sense, though. Dani is a footballer (you know that at least) so you’re assuming Jamie must be in that world as well. You should have known, he was the exact type of pretty and stupid you’ve found most footballers to be, professional or otherwise.

“What’s your problem?” you ask bluntly. “You’re friends with Dani, but you’re an entitled dick. How does that work?”

The tips of Jamie’s ears tinge red. “I- it’s not like that. I mean, it fucking was like that but not anymore and besides- was flirting.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“It’s true!” he hastily continues, “just were doing a piss-poor job. Didn’t come out like I meant it to.”

“You can say that again,” you agree and Jamie flinches, slightly.

“I am sorry,” he says. “Didn’t mean to be a prick. Roy says it’s just the way I am, it’s in my fucking bones or something. I’m working it though,” he adds. “I can tell you about sometime. Maybe over dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

Jamie shrugs. “What have I got to lose? You already look like you fuckin’ hate me. Can’t get much lower than that.”

“Maybe,” you reply. “Going to ask need a drink first though. If you’re friends with Dani you’ve got to have something going for you, but I still think you’re a bit of a prick.”

Jamie smiles. “I can work with that, love. Let’s get you that drink.”

[bookofthegear]

You leave the room behind and spend twenty minutes trying to get the grille more or less back in place. It doesn’t really work, but you manage to wedge it into the opening so that at least it won’t fall over on anybody. You still give it a worried glance as you leave.

The only place left to go is down the stairs, so down you go. At the bottom, you find a smallish room with an alcove, a huge iron door that someone made specifically to be intimidating, and a sloping hallway to the south. You hear frog calls echoing in the distance from the hallway.

There’s a rusty faucet in the alcove. Jimmy says, “You know what’s weird?”

You are spoiled for choice, frankly, but you humor him. “What?”

“Every time somebody turns that faucet handle, it breaks. But every time I come down here, it’s wired back into place.”

You consider this. “Magic or plumbers, do you think?”

Jimmy makes a flailing gesture with his wings. “I don’t know. Maybe this is some kind of afterlife for plumbers and the bad ones have to stay here fixing the same faucet for all eternity.”

This is an interesting theory. It doesn’t body well for your dreams of treasure, but then again, plumbers get paid way better than adventurers.

[labrat8899]

I love that Dr. Orpheus drops his magic and starts grilling Rusty like a disappointed dad when he realizes something is not quite right.

And I have many questions about the orphan Rusty used. Where did he find it? How did he get the boy? And if he didn’t use all of it where the hell is the rest of him?