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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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I got this request story idea where quirkless deku doesn't want to be a hero anymore because of bullying that he got from bakugou and wrong saying that he got from all might. So deku decides is a backpacker, travelling around the world experiencing cultures, food, quirks!!! He has even a YouTube account where talk about his travels, meet new people and talk about their quirks.

Here you go @sweetizukufan its set in nz like you wanted :D

Ochako flopped onto her bed and groaned into a pillow. She didn’t have the right to complain, she knew that. She had been one of thousands of applicants to pass the entrance exam and for the past three years her classmates had been training just as hard as she had. And truthfully she didn’t want to complain. It was her final year at UA. It was only a matter of months until she was officially a hero her dream since a child and she was excited for it!

That didn't change the fact Aizawa had upped their training the last few months. The days got longer the work harder and quite frankly it left her with virtually zero free time. Whenever she tried voicing her thoughts she’d be met by her well meaning, but overly enthusiastic classmates encouraging her to keep her head up.

She was! That didn’t mean she had to go through hellish training with a wide smile on her face.

“Ugh,” Ochako rolled over as it got hard to breath with the pillow smothering her. She really did need to get some sleep before waking up at five in the bloody morning tomorrow when she hit the gym. But honestly at this point if she didn’t do something to break up the monotony of training, eating and sleeping she was going to lose it.

She blindly grabbed for her phone. The school had funded getting her a newer model than her old flip phone since that had been a hindrance when she started internships. She was provided with the industry standard which her friends had tested by throwing it out a window, where it hit Bakugou’s head, and was promptly exploded then stomped on. The thing came out of it without a scratch.

She brought up youtube, it’s not like she had any games, let alone time to play them. It was probably a bad sign she had forgotten what channels she liked. With little other option she started scrolling trending with only a small amount of hesitance. She flicked past everything that was clearly clickbait, too childish or both.

Something caught her eye and Ochako back-pedalled to take a look. It looked like some sort of vlogging channel ‘ARRIVING IN NEW ZEALAND! Auckland sky tower!!!’ was written across the screen. Even with all the caps she didn’t really see how that could be clickbait. Maybe the guy was just excited, she would like to get a holiday like that after all. The image had him smiling at the camera sitting down and below him was nothing, nothing but a street far below. Ochako was embarrassed to say her first thought was that he had some sort of floating quirk before realising he was literally sitting on a window. In her defence she had a float quirk.

Partly embarrassed she clicked on the video why not live her traveling dreams vicariously through a stranger? She used to watch her fair share of travel videos, although those were mostly in tropical places so she could research where to take her parents.

The video started with a shot looking over the wing of a plane, a montage of it starting to land. Ochako was vaguely concerned when all she could see was water out the window but just before touch down the tarmac came into view so it wasn't a surprise crash landing. The camera cut off after a few more seconds panning across the airport as the plane pulled in. The music started to fade out as the shot cut to the same guy as before.

“Hey guys Midoriya here again, just got off an eleven hour flight,” He had no right to look so cheerful at that Ochako had never been on a plane but it didn’t look particularly fun, “And let me tell you I was not prepared for the ordeal that is security here,”

Midoriya’s smile faltered a bit, looking sheepish. He was walking with the camera just outside the airport, people milling around in the background paying him no mind.

“I had no idea it would be that tough, I had an apple I got on the plane in my bag and I thought that would be alright, I got it on the plane after all!” Midoriya didn’t look upset or angry but he was blushing madly. Ochako cracked a smile at that now that she looked closer he was probably about her age, “But no, I swear I thought they were going to arrest me! They started interrogating me, I had to stutter out that I got it on the plane, but that didn’t stop them they gave me a lecture about protecting the environment and declaring food, luckily I got off without a fine, I think it’s because I looked terrified, because I was,”

Midoriya chuckled rubbing his neck, there was a bang and he looked wideyed to the side the camera shook slightly then cut to another shot the setting slightly off from where it was showing a bit of greenery growing at the air port.

“Sorry dropped my bag,” Ochako giggled at that a bit, more that he had decided to keep that in the video than anything else, “So I thought that was the end of it, but apparently not, they started asking questions about my shoes, ‘have you visited any farms?’ ‘have you worn them hiking at any point?’ stuff like that, so that was a bit of a problem because these are my only pair of shoes in this country and I’m pretty sure they’re gonna incinerate that apple,”

A little graphic of a cartoon apple on fire popped up along with a pair of shoes. A speech bubble followed saying ‘save yourself!’ as the apple’s little chibi face screwed up.

“I promised them that no, I haven’t by the way I wouldn’t lie about this stuff the environment here is super cool and unique I couldn’t live with myself if my dirty shoes killed a forest,” The graphic was gone by now and Midoriya was walking through the airport, “But I handed over all the snacks I had in my bag, even if they were ok to bring in the country I was too anxious to risk it, that seemed to appease the border security and I got away with my shoes in tact, my snacks sacrifice will not be in vain,”

Ochako was tempted to laugh but if someone set fire to her snacks or sweets there would be hell to pay.

“Anyway now I’m hungry and have some time before my hotels check in,” Midoriya beamed at the camera, “So I’m gonna do something I’ve wanted to since planning this trip,”

On that mysterious note the video cut to another montage as Midoriya got into a taxi. Ochako let herself enjoy the sights that rolled out the window. She wished she had a computer to watch this on instead of squinting for details on her phone's screen. The montage went onto show the outside of a store then going inside to pan over all the baked goods inside. It was a smorgasbord that stoked Ochako’s envy.

“Here we are,” Midoriya sat at a table just outside the store a few bags laid out in front of him, “These sorts of bakeries are everywhere in New Zealand, I didn’t look for anywhere specific just one walking distance to my hotel room, and here we are!”

Midoriya took something from a bag showing it to the camera to make out the golden crust of a pie. Going torturously in detail as he ripped it open for the audience's benefit. Steam rose and mince flowed out, surprising Ochako as she thought it would be sweet. Breaking it open made a mess as Midoriya was forced to drop the piping hot pastry. The filling pooled across the bag it had come in making the whole thing look sloppy.

“I think my friend would kill me if she saw me do that, Gemma don’t watch this video,” Midoriya warned to late, “She’s the one who told me I had to try a pie, I have a few flavours here but lets start with the basic one, mince!”

Midoriya had some difficulty eating it now that it had fallen apart but managed and his eyes lit up.

“It’s really good, the pastry is flaky and buttery it works really well with the savoury mince the two together make a really satisfying bite, but I guess it would be better if I didn’t destroy it first,” Midoriya said sheepishly, “I won’t do that for the rest of them, promise,”

Midroiya took another bite from the pie before showing off the next one.

“This is Gemma’s favourite Butter Chicken, and trust me it smells so good!” Midoriya, the tease took a bite. Ochako had to wonder what she did to deserve this, “Wow I like this one way better, not that the other one was bad!” Midoriya hurriedly said.

He showed the inside to the camera, a rich looking butter chicken inside.

“It’s really flavourful so you don’t need any sauce that and the texture of the chicken and curry are really complimented by the pie crust,” Izuku took another bite as he talked, “I guess it’s kinda like if Butter Chicken was wrapped up in Nan so there's no way it wouldn’t be good,”

Midoriya talked more as he ate that pie and a steak and cheese one he had brought talking about both until Ochako’s mouth was salivating.

“That’s not nearly all the pie options, but I’ll be touring across New Zealand so this can be an ongoing adventure, now desert!” Midoriya brought out a long bun full of cream, it had a dollop of jam on the top and so much icing sugar Ochako feared for his health. Midoriya however ignored those fears and took a bite anyway, “The buns really soft and the area that the cream’s touched it is just the best texture ever,”

He smiled and there was cream and powder on his cheeks Ochako just knew was going to haunt her until he wiped it off.

“This entire thing is just, ‘ok how can we make this as soft as possible,” Midoriya commented getting closer to the middle of the bun where the bit of jam was, “The raspberry, I think? Jam is really good at breaking up the flavour half way through, now I can eat the rest of it,” Midoriya grinned as he finished it off. He started walking around again waiting for his check in to arrive. That didn't seem to bother him as he pointed out things on the street as he walked.

As he did, Ochako saw someone blatantly jump over the street instead of waiting for the lights. There was another person in the background who casually strolled across the side of a building, feet sticking to it somehow. While people would use their quirks on the street all the time they were usually less obvious about it as police would sometimes call them out and it did depend quirk to quirk. Midoriya zoomed in on a few of these people before it focused on him smiling as he walked.

“New Zealands got pretty cool laws around quirk usage,” He explained, clearly having done his research, enthusiastically by the looks of it, “You have to go through some basic training to prove you can control your quirk, at least so you wont hurt anyone after that you get a license and your free to use your quirk, like I island,” That Ochako thought was cool part of her training had pointed out that some situations heroes were called in for weren't always villain attacks but some public quirk usage gone south, “It’s pretty easy to get by the sounds of it but that does all depend on what your quirk may be,”

The shot cut a bit, Ochako assumed he had rambled on about that for a bit and decided to cut that part.

“In terms of heroes from what I’ve researched the police handle most of that, they’re trained in their quirks kinda like hero schools back in Japan but starting at university not highschool,” That made sense Ochako supposed, and they’d probably have more time to master their quirks too, “There’s a few heroes sure, they’re like a branch of the police department and I think there's a departmental separation between rescue and combat heroes,”

Was she privately pleased he had listed rescue heroes first? Yes, yes she was.

“But honestly there aren’t many, they seem more like the people you call in for really big stuff going on, or international relations, it makes sense the population of New Zealand isn’t all that big,” Midoriya rounded the corner someone made a peace sign at the camera before moving on, “Almost half the population is here in Auckland and the whole country hasn’t reached the five million mark yet, thats crazy to me considering Japan’s population is in the hundred million range and it’s only slightly bigger than New Zealand,”

That did seem insane to Ochako, not sure to be smug about that fact or not.

“So that's probably why heroes are less of a thing here but that doesn't mean it’s all not still really cool,” Midoriya was beaming at the camera, his positivity and enthusiasm practically punching her through the screen, “I’ve rambled enough, it’s about check in time I’ll show you guys where I’ll be staying,”

Midoriya gave a quick tour of his hotel room. It wasn't much, more of a backpackers than anything.

“It’s not big I know but I’ll only be staying here for a few days to explore Auckland then I’m off traveling so a large place wasn't really a worry,” Midoriya flopped down on the bed, bouncing slightly as he hit the mattress, “I’m gonna take a nap because I am exhausted,” His tone betrayed nothing, “But stick around because I’ve got a surprise this afternoon- well I probably put it in the title anyway so it’s not a surprise but it’s still going to be cool, See ya,” Midoriya saluted the camera and it faded to black for a few seconds.

When it came back to light it was an image looking up at a tall tower circling around it and entering the building next to it. There was a continuous shot that was sped up as he walked through the line entering an elevator which literally had a glass floor.

“Wo-” The camera was pointed down at Midoriya's shoes as he hesitated to stand on the glass patch. His foot made contact before he quickly stepped back, “Nope, no, nope,”

Ochako laughed and sank back into her bed. The elevators opened and there was a shot of large windows showing the expanse of the city. The footage sped up as Midoriya did a clean circle around the tower showing it was a loop to give a 360 degree view of Auckland. It was pretty with rolling hills and she could see forests at the edge of it. Honestly it was small compared to the cities she was used to but that made sense given what Midoriya had said earlier.

“Look at this,” The footage went back to normal speed as Midoriya focused on a chart comparing the heights of different towers, “It’s half as tall as the sky tree,”

And that was given the giant antenna on the top.

“Come check this out it’s pretty cool,” Midoriya walked down the steps until he was right next to the window, a few steps more and he came to a patch in the floor that was just glass like the elevator. Midoriya noticeably stood back from it, “It says here that the glass is just as thick and strong on the floor, so reasonably logically,” Ochako snorted, “It should be just the same as walking on the floor… they say that but…”

Midoriya switched the camera around to focus on him, looking a bit pale.

“This might shock you but I’m not really a fan of heights,” He shuddered and shook himself out, “Alright I can do this,”

What followed was a frankly painful process that Ochako couldn't help but laugh at. Midoriya would approach the glass before backing off. He set the camera up on the railing so it looked down enough that she could see the glass and street below. Midoriya tried a bunch of stuff like walking up without looking down. That didn't work and he backed out several meters before he had even reached the glass thinking he was standing on it. He tried to sit down and scoot onto it but couldn't manage more than sitting far from the edge and putting his feet on it. Ochako started howling with laughter when a kid came by running up and jumping on the glass while Midoriya looked on with fear like they were mad.

Midoriya at least had a humor about it. 2D sketches drawn over the video to help exaggerate his struggle and the entire thing filmed rather comically.

Ochako was beginning to believe he had photoshopped the image earlier before he grabbed the camera taking a deep shuddering breath.

“I can do this, I promise I can do this,” He sat down and shuffled back cringing all the way. Ochako found herself strangely proud as Midoriya actually made it onto the glass. He was white knuckled reaching up to hold the railing. He smiled shakily at the camera before turning into a more genuine look of triumph. That was until he quickly rolled off it jumping to his feet and scurrying away, “There! Done! I did it!”

He was smiling brightly now and Ochako couldn't deny she was proud of him. She had struggled herself with heights something she was forced to get over to use her quirk so she knew just how hard that can be.

“Gosh I hope that's easier than what I’m about to do,” Midoriya spun around to show a different window wires running outside and inside a countdown that was about to hit one. It did and there was a blur outside Ochako belatedly realised it was a person. Oh no.

“Now I’m not going to do that but I am going to do something pretty cool,” Ochako blew a sigh of relief but also wanted to hit him for scaring her like that. Under no circumstances should he be jumping off buildings.

They lapsed into another montage Midoriya going back downstairs. This time he had the courage to put a foot on the window in the elevator. Downstairs he went into another area donning a coat and sort of jumpsuit before layering harnesses over the top. He went up an elevator with a few other people this time. They stepped out into another room Midoriya carefully keeping the window out of frame to keep the grand reveal. Their harnesses got latched on and secured to a railing. Once everything was safe the doors pushed open revealing Auckland city, this time not hidden behind glass.

Midoriya skipped over the likely long process of gaining the courage to go outside cutting instead to him smiling with the city at his back and wind whipping through his hair.

“Welcome to the top!” Midoriya yelled over the wind, the audio quality was bad but that was understandable. She felt worse for Midoriya who was smiling through the fear, “It’s really cold and windy up here and I’m scared!”

“Just go back down you idiot,” Ochako huffed fondly as he kept shouting to be heard over the wind.

“I’m kinda afraid of dropping my camera honestly,” Midoriya laughed but she couldn't hear it, instead he pointed in to a few specific spots across the city, “See those hills? Most of those are actually remnants of volcanoes, you see Aucklands kinda built on top of a giant pit of Magma,”

Midoriya quickly grabbed back onto the railing, slowly shuffling along the sky walk, higher than he had been inside.

“Luckily the volcanoes in this area are dormant, cause if one in this area erupts there's a pretty good chance like 50 more are gonna follow,”

Midoriya stayed up there for a little longer pointing out interesting things in the distance. Ochako could safely say she was glad when he cut back to the bottom of the sky tower. His hair was windswept and cheeks red from windchill. Ochako didn't even need to check the comments to know most of them were gushing about how cute he was.

“That was… terrifying, but I’m glad I did it, who thinks I should try skydiving next?” Midoriya grinned, before his face dropped and paled again, “God please no that was a joke,”

Ochako giggled relaxing back in bed again after the tension of the skywalk Midoriya had been leaking through the screen dissipated.

“Anyway I’m just gonna go lie down for a while until some friends of mine get here, then we’ve got one more surprise,” Ochako hoped he hadn’t changed his mind and was going to jump off the building after all, she didn’t want to see him have a literal heart attack.

The video cut to Midoriya smiling at the camera again. He had a lot more color to him now and his hair was somewhat tamed. In his defence he had apparently got off and 11 hour flight then walked around 300 meters in the air it was allowed to be messy.

“So the person meeting me is Gemma, I mentioned her earlier, and a few other friends but their camera shy so you probably wont see them,” Midoriya was bouncing in place gaze constantly drifting away from the camera, “This is our first time meeting in person so I’m kinda excited kinda dreading if this has all just been some elaborate joke and I’m about to get stood up or worse,”

“Who hurt you and who do I need to kill?” Uraraka whispered, fully prepared to throw down the gauntlet for a youtuber she had only just discovered.

Luckily for them Gemma and his other not seen friends were spared her wrath. The camera shot was from far away so she couldn't hear or see anything in detail but it clearly showed the two running up to hug each other Midoriya pulling back to excitedly chat. Gemma matched his enthusiasm, sparkles trailing her arms as she made wide sweeping gestures.

“Here everyone say hi to Gemma,” The shot changed to frame the two of them, Gemma waving the motion sending more glittering sparkles falling from her hand and landing on Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Oh no-” Gemma stepped back to look at Midoriya the front of his shirt was covered in lingering sparkles along with his face and hair. Midoriya looked down at himself a little shocked as Gemma covered her face groaning into her hands, “I’m so sorry, I swear they fade out,”

She scrubbed her hands down her face, unaffected as her whole body shone lightly with subtle sparkles.

“I love it,” Midoriya grinned, twirling a bit to show there was a band of sparkles across his back from where her arms must have come around him. He was quite a bit shorter than her so his face also looked like someone had blown glitter in it, it just made his smile all the more dazzling.

“So you know where we’re going for dinner?” Gemma was looking at the camera but clearly asking Izuku.

“Up the tower again!” Midoriya beamed and really him plus sparkles was too unfair a combination.

This time in the elevator Gemma stood proudly on the window as Midoriya yelled at her.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Crazy you say?” At that Gemma jumped up and Midoriya let out an unholy screech as the elevator shuddered, she laughed but it was teasing not cruel. Ochako could make out the vague reflection of someone patting Midoriya on the shoulder and another person's arm came into frame to swat at Gemma.

When they reached the top Midoriya did not focus too much on the view, already having shown it. They stepped into a nicely decorated restaurant, but what was interesting was when Midoriya demonstrated that it was slowly spinning so the patrons could enjoy the view without leaving their table.

“Do you think they could speed it up?” Gemma asked, she was sitting next to Midoriya, both had their backs to the window so Ochako had a clear shot of it.

“Like a dangerous merry go round?” Midoriya questioned, the sparkles still clung to his cheeks and eyelashes.

“Exactly!” Gemma gave him finger guns, that matched her real guns. She may be sparkly but without the coat Ochako could now see she was ripped, “Also the dangerous is redundant,”

“What kind of merry go rounds-” Midoriya cut himself off as a waiter walked by, “... anyway I don’t think thats a good idea, given that the points to you know, eat,”

“Thats just what makes it more fun,” Gemma waved off.

“Uh-huh,” Midoriya raised an eyebrow skeptically before turning to the camera, “Hope you guys don’t mind but I wont be doing much food reviewing this dinner, I’ll show it off but-”

“This is a night for us to celebrate, later losers,” Gemma saluted, Midoriya squeaked telling her off before cutting the video off. Ochako laughed glad for Midoriya that his nerves had been wrong.

As promised he showed a few shots of some fancy looking food. Ochako wondered how much she would have to save up for her and her parents to eat there, not as much as the flights of course… hopefully.

The camera placed on the table showed the scenery slowly revolving outside, getting darker and lights turning on as the sun set. By the time they were getting up to leave it was fully dark outside and Midoriya spared a moment to linger on a shot of Auckland at night.

“Izuku don’t forget your bag,” Gemma called as she shrugged on her jacket, also glittery.

“Thank-” The camera whirled around to where the bag should be. There was a slight ridge dividing the circle of the restaurant that spun and a ledges lining the outside where all the supporting beams were, “Oh sh-”

The camera started shaking as Midoriya ran through the restaurant. The shot switching to another camera that caught Midoriya as he ran the other way almost bowling over a waiter and profusely apologising. All the while you could hear Gemma and several others laughing off screen.

“Oh? Look what we have here,” Gemma moved the camera to focus on a spot as the restaurant turned around, a bag coming into view that Gemma scooped up. It was probably Midoriya's seeing as it had a couple of All Might pins and Ochako wasn’t sure how popular he was internationally.

Gemma set up the camera to focus on the opposite direction Midoriya ran. It caught the moment he came around the other side, still staring worriedly at the window. Gemma whistled sharply gaining a few glares but a relieved look from Midoriya as she held up his bag.

They left the restaurant with a few apologies at the other patrons for being loud. When the camera switched it was back on Midoriya but Ochako caught a glimpse of Gemma shimmering in the background waiting around.

“Alright that's all for today,” Midoriya smiled, Ochako stomped down the slight disappointment resolving check out his other videos from his easiness and confidence on screen Midoriya must have been at this awhile, “I’m going to be touring all over the country so stay tuned for the series, I haven't showed you nearly how beautiful New Zealand is, I hope I can make it down to the south island too cause they have some really pretty scenery, for now I’m going back to the hotel and crashing hard, see ya!”

The video signed off to the end cards a recommended video and link to Gemma’s apparent channel that looked like some sort of fitness channel with how she was lifting weights in it. Ochako promised herself to check it out.

For now she subscribed to Midoriya’s channel checking the time to see if she could squeeze in another before going to bed. She was feeling like she could get away with it. The change in pace revitalising in a way. But really she attributed that to Midoriya’s natural cheer and charisma. Somewhere in there she had allowed herself to relax and get swept up in this dorky kids mundane adventure. It was exactly the kind of thing she wanted her parents to experience one day.

This was exactly what she had become a hero for, and now graduation was within her grasp. She just had to push a little more and then she would be out in the world able to do some good for her family and everyone else.

Ochako smiled at the screen, resolving to get some sleep and maybe she could squeeze in another video tomorrow morning. Before she turned off her phone Ochako glanced at the channel's name, snorting to herself. It was perfect.

Green Bean and Bags

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taleasnewastime · 4 years ago

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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.

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allisonreader · 3 years ago

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Tagged by @rowenabean

Favorite colour: Christmas colours! I have never been able to limit myself to just one colour, but I always find myself gravitating to jewel tones. Rich, deep dark green; like a forest, emerald, or as one pencil crayon called it, peacock green, the colour of the May birthstone. Rich ruby reds which border on burgundy or fresh blood. Then that jewel tone Blue teal which is so common to find. A dark purple that matches, and the a bright cheerful yellow like daffodils, a real golden hue.

Currently reading: Anne's House of Dreams, which I'm almost through, though I think it's actually one of my favourites of the series. Soon I'll be onto Anne of Ingleside and plan on finishing the series. Anne of the Island might be my absolute favorite of the series currently.

Last song: Technically a worship song I have on my iPod, but for the life of me I can't recall, even though it was on the ride home I listened to it. Last song I remember listening to that I can actually recall the name of; Jane by the Barenaked Ladies.

Last series: Murdoch Mysteries, Canadian and acronistically historical in the funnest ways sometimes. Favourite episode was definitely when they had Lucy Maud Montgomery show up as a character and they put a disclaimer at the end of the show saying George Crabtree is a fictional character and did not inspire Anne of Green Gables. (There might be a slight theme here. Canadian content and historical.)

Last movie: A Hallmark Christmas movie called; A Timeless Christmas. There be time travel there. Also, watched it last year and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet or Savoury, depending on my mood. Not much of a spicy person. Though I am a picky person. Not much of a pie or cake person. Give my brownies, give me cookies, just not most cakes or pies. (Unless it's cheese cake or ice cream cake, then yes please.) {But now I've got a bit of the poem of Alligator Pie stuck in my head }

Currently working on: Too many things. Making slow progress on Tales Of A Frozen Sailor, and other writing projects. Free-standing lace bunting letters that are going to spell out Christmas Corner for work. Dreaming about some of the dresses and skirts I want to make and embroider on as well as wanting to add embroidery onto my Jean jacket that's starting to look a bit worn.

Honestly this has been my first time participating in a tagged game. Slowly I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone.

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jaskierswolf · 4 years ago

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You Set My Heart Ablaze pt. 9/25

The winter holidays were a chaotic affair for the wolf pack. Since their own families were a mess it had become tradition to come together as a team and spend the Solstice as one big found family. This year was extra special because it was Ciri’s first winter with them and her first without her own family. This year was Lambert’s turn to host and he was going to make damned sure it was the best Solstice that the team had ever had.

The only problem was his cooking skills.

Cooking had never been his strong point.

When he’d lived with his brother, Eskel had done most of the cooking in the house and had developed quite a passion for it. So Lambert, like any good younger sibling, had quite happily taken advantage of every second of it. Of course, once living together had reached boiling point and they’d decided it was best for everyone to move apart, Lambert’s quality of diet had dropped considerably. He now lived on ready meals and takeaways most of the time, unless Eskel took pity on him, which happened on a fairly regular basis.

He stared at the cook book in front of him. The woman on front was smiling brightly in a sunlit kitchen and holding a ridiculously picturesque pie.

“Fuck it.” Lambert growled as he flipped through the pages to the right section.

He’d brought all the right ingredients and he’d carefully written down all the timings for everything, just like he’d seen Eskel do in the past. He read through the recipe for the roast lamb a couple more times before tying an apron round his waist and pulling his hair back into a bun.

“Cooking. I can do this. Easy as pie!” He grumbled as he pulled the ingredients from the fridge.

Today was all about prep, chopping veg and potatoes ready for cooking tomorrow, baking cookies for snacks during the day. He was also making an onion soup to start with that could be reheated tomorrow. He grabbed his peeler and stared down at the sack of potatoes.

There were so many fucking potatoes.

He was going to be here all day.

He should probably ask for help. Eskel always called him and Renfri round to help chop shit up.

“Fuck off, I don’t need help.” He grumbled and got to work with the potatoes.

He was about three potatoes in when he decided he was going to die of boredom. He washed the starch off his hands and put on some music. The sound of acoustic guitar filled the kitchen. It was some unknown folk band that he’d discovered online by chance, called Dandelion and the Bards. The two lead singers Dandelion and Priscilla harmonised so perfectly that it was like they’d almost been born to sing together.

He spent the next hour or so dancing around his kitchen with the potato peeler and singing along to the songs. The music was so loud he almost didn’t hear the doorbell. He paused, turned the music off and dumped the potato in the bucket of water.

The doorbell went off another three times in quick succession.

Eskel.

“I’m coming you ass!” He called out as the doorbell continued to ring.

He swung the door open with more force than necessary and glared at his brother who was grinning back at him. Geralt was stood behind him with Ciri perched on his shoulders. Geralt raised an eyebrow at his appearance and Lambert looked down at his starch covered apron. He huffed but didn’t say anything, for Ciri’s sake.

“Ah Ciri! Hello little lion cub!” He waved the peeler at the young girl and then paused. “Wait. What day is it?”

“Don’t panic, you big lump. We’re here to help.” Eskel pulled him into a hug and thumped him on the back.

“Oh. Yeah. Well I have it all under control.” He growled.

“Nice singing.” Geralt said with a smirk.

He felt his cheeks heat up, damned ginger complexion. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Sooo… what’s the plan of attack?” Eskel asked as he pushed through into the house. “Apart from putting the heating on. It’s freezing in here!”

Lambert shrugged. “Kitchen’s hot.”

The four of them made their back into the kitchen. Eskel pulled out a bundle of aprons from his rucksack and a cloth carrier that contained his set of actually sharp knives. It took about three minutes to delegate the tasks between the four of them. Eskel was in charge of marinading the lamb and making sure it was properly trimmed and ready to go in the oven. Lambert was to finish the potatoes and start on the veg. Geralt and Ciri would be on cookies. It was a tad cramped in his kitchen with all four of them working together and they almost crashed into each other at every turn but they were laughing and chatting away.

It was actually sort of fun.

He was starting to understand why Eskel enjoyed cooking so much.

They sorted out a game plan for the next day. Eskel went through his list of times and corrected any mistakes. Honestly, how was he supposed to know you were meant to let the lamb rest out of the oven after cooking. Surely that just made the food go cold. He hated cold food but Eskel insisted it would be ok but they had to make sure the plates were heated. In the morning Ciri and Lambert would make cinnamon buns together for team breakfast, Eskel would be in charge of the savoury snacks and salad, and Geralt would make the mulled wine and hot spiced apple juice for Ciri.

That way Lambert wouldn’t be stuck in the kitchen for the whole day and he’d actually get to spend some time with the wolf pack. He breathed a sigh of relief as he collapsed down onto the sofa with a beer in his hand. Ciri was sat by his feet with a glass of chocolate milk and Geralt and Eskel were lounged out on the arm chairs.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” Eskel grinned.

“I would have been fine.” He growled back.

Geralt raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Seemed like you were having a party in there before we arrived.”

He shrugged. “I like to cook to music.”

Eskel almost choked on his beer. “You don’t like to cook.”

He growled. “I do too!”

“You never once cooked!”

“Only because I knew you liked it so much!” He shot back.

“I had fun!” Ciri announced loudly. “Even if Dad did drop flour in my hair.”

“Sorry, Princess.” Geralt grumbled.

“It’s ok! I blame Uncle Lambert! He crashed into you.”

Geralt laughed. “I blame Uncle Lambert too.”

“So what was the music you were listening to, Uncle Lambert?” Ciri asked as she wiped chocolate milk off her nose.

Lambert chuckled as she scrunched her nose up. She still managed to miss a huge smear of chocolate that was on her cheek. He wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to get chocolate that far away from her mouth. Geralt sighed at went to the kitchen to get a damp cloth to help her clean up.

“A band I found on the internet.” Lambert smiled. “You wanna hear some of their stuff?”

Ciri nodded enthusiastically. “Yes please! Dad get off!” She squirmed as Geralt attacked her with the kitchen roll.

“Mucky cub.” He laughed.

“I can do it myself!” She squealed and grabbed for the paper towel. Geralt let her take it and she scrubbed ferociously at her face until she was sure it was all clean. “Good?”

“Perfect.” He ruffled her hair fondly and she grumbled under her breath like an angry kitten.

Lambert went to get his phone so he could put his music back on. The melodic tones of Dandelion’s guitar filled the room. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Eskel chirped up.

“Thought you liked the heavy metal stuff.”

Lambert shrugged. “I’m a man of many tastes.”

“I like it!” Ciri agreed. “Sounds like Mr Jaskier’s playing.”

Eskel and Lambert both rolled their eyes at that. They heard enough about Jaskier from Geralt at work. They had almost forgotten that it was all because Ciri was just as fond of her teacher.

The first song was sung almost entirely by Priscilla. It was a soft heartbreaking number that always left him feeling emotionally strung out. It was only about halfway through that he remembered the cursing and he coughed loudly over the swear words earning a glare from Geralt. Ciri didn’t seem to notice though, thankfully.

The next song began just as quietly on the guitar but this was one of Dandelion’s. The moment he started to sing, Ciri began to scream excitedly and Geralt spat a mouthful of beer out onto the floor.

“Mr Jaskier!!” Ciri shrieked.

“Calm down, Cub.” Geralt spluttered. “I’m sure it just sounds like him.”

Lambert and Eskel exchanged a despairing look.

“No!” Ciri stomped. “It is him!”

Geralt looked at Lambert with a fierce glare. “What the hell, Lambert?”

He put his hands up in defence. “Woah now. I didn’t know anything about Ciri’s teacher.”

“Jaskier isn’t exactly a common name.” Geralt challenged angrily.

“Exactly!” Lambert cried. “It’s not Jaskier!”

“It is!” Ciri demanded with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Well what’s the band called?” Eskel asked as he scooped Ciri up into a hug.

“Dandelion and the Bards!” Lambert exclaimed. “Not Jaskier. The guy singing is Dandelion.”

“No!!” Ciri cried.

“Ciri, Princess.” Geralt said calmly and tried to smooth the young girl’s hair as she squirmed in Eskel’s arms.

“No!!” She repeated.

Lambert sighed and turned the music off. “I’m sorry Ciri. It doesn’t say anything about any Jaskier.”

But it didn’t matter. Ciri was having a meltdown. No matter what they did or said helped her to calm down and in the end Geralt had to bundle the screaming girl into the car with the promise that they would email Mr Jaskier about the band. Eskel left soon afterwards with the excuse that his goat needed feeding and Lambert was left alone once more.

“Ah blessed peace.” He sighed happily as he watched Eskel amble down the road towards his own house.

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For the second day in the row, Lambert’s kitchen was covered in flour. Ciri’s hair was now as white as her father’s and her fingers were covered in sticky cinnamon sugar. Lambert’s shirt was covered in tiny floury handprints from where Ciri had hug attacked him, her tantrum from the previous day now a distant memory. He’d reluctantly made sure to uncheck all of Dandelion’s songs from his Solstice playlist. He would miss the calming melodies of his favourite band but it was not worth another screaming match from the youngest wolf cub.

Ciri was dancing happily in the middle of the kitchen. She twirled and leapt about effortlessly with all the energy of a six year old. She was incredibly graceful and Lambert wondered whether Geralt had secretly enrolled her in some sort of dance lessons. That was a thing girls did right? He groaned as he thought about his present for Ciri. He’d probably completely fucked up. He’d bought her a wooden sword and matching bow and arrow set, something he’d always wanted as a kid but never had the good fortune to receive. Ciri would like that right?

He ran a hand through his own hair with a sigh. How the fuck was the White Wolf raising a daughter? It seemed like only yesterday they were all just getting pissed at the pub after every shift. Lambert had to admit. Geralt had guts. He would probably have had a meltdown if the task had been left to him but Geralt seemed to have taken to it pretty well.

“Uncle Lambert!!” Ciri giggled excitably.

“Yeah?” He scowled at her mischievous grin.

“You made your hair all white!” She pointed up at him.

He looked down at his hands in horror and sure enough they were covered in sticky floury dough.

“Fudge.” He caught the swear just in time.

“You look like Dad!” Ciri exclaimed as she spun round in a pirouette.

“So do you!” He shot back.

“Do not!”

“Do too!” He argued and scooped her up into his arms. “And I’m right because I’m the adult!”

“That’s not true!” Ciri countered. “Mr Jaskier says even adults make mistakes!”

“Mr Jaskier hasn’t met me.” He growled.

Ciri laughed. “Yes he has! See you made a mistake!”

“I was testing you.” He grumbled and flushed as he realised the young girl was right. He had met Jaskier at the school back in October.

“Suuure.” Ciri sang. “Now let me down! I want to open my presents!”

Lambert chuckled and dropped the girl gently back on the ground. She sped off out of the kitchen like a blur. It was almost certainly a mistake letting her dip her fingers in the butter and sugar. He grinned. The sugar crash was Geralt’s problem. He was the fun uncle and got to enjoy eating sugar out of the pot. He squatted in front of the oven to check on their creation. The warmth seeped right into his bones and he hummed contentedly. It had been a cold couple of weeks and there was just something unsurpassable about the glow of a warm oven, especially when it contained baked goods. The kitchen was full of the smell of baking and cinnamon, the perfect scent for the winter holidays.

“Wolf!” Vesemir barked from the doorway sternly.

Lambert looked up sharply and almost toppled over from his squat.

“Exactly how much sugar did you give the cub?” Vesemir muttered wearily. “She’s bouncing off the walls.”

Lambert shrugged. “It’s Solstice. Give her a break.”

“Smells good.” Vesemir nodded at the oven with a softening smile. “We’ll make a chef out of you yet.”

Soon enough the oven timer went off and the kitchen was crowded by hungry firefighters. Vesemir ordered them to queue up properly and in no time they were all crammed into the living room. The fireplace was lit and crackling. Ciri stared into the flames, mesmerised by the ever changing patterns of the fire licking up the chimney. Lil’ Bleater was curled up next to her licking at her hands. Geralt had put on a pan of mulled wine and a smaller pan of spiced apples juice for his daughter and the spicy scents had permeated the air. It was warmth and homely. Lambert grinned as he looked around at his family. He’d never felt so at home in his house before.

“Presents!” Ciri demanded as she tore her gaze away from the fireplace. Her face was now covered in icing and crumbs, and her emerald eyes seemed to dance in the light of the fire.

The sound of laughter filled the air. Renfri and Vesemir got to work distributing the presents until everyone had a pile. Naturally the young girl launched towards the biggest present but Geralt had her in his arms before she could tear the brown paper off.

“Dad!” She whined and struggled to get free.

“That one is last.” He ordered. “Promise me?”

She glared furiously at the floor but mumbled an agreement under her breath.

“Good.” He let her go and she picked up the smallest present instead. She looked up at Geralt to make sure it was ok and he nodded with a small smile.

Ciri tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a small jewellery box. She opened it with an adorable confused expression on her face.

“Did you check who it was from?” Vesemir asked.

“Sure.” Ciri growled but Lambert didn’t miss the way she sneaked a glance at the shreds of wrapping paper on her lap that were already being chewed up by Eskel’s demon goat. “Auntie Yen!”

“What is it, Princess?” Geralt asked.

“A necklace, with a bird!” She held the box up to Geralt.

“Looks like a swallow.” Geralt mused.

“That’s what Uncle Vesemir calls me!” Ciri exclaimed happily. “Help me put it on!” She thrust the box into his hands.

Geralt fumbled a bit with the clasp but wouldn’t let Renfri help him and eventually Ciri had a beautiful silver necklace around her neck. The swallow pedant was embedded with what looked like emeralds, and knowing Yennefer, they actually were emeralds.

Most of Lambert’s presents were new pieces of gym kit which suited him just fine. His old boxing gloves had sorely needed replacing so he was very pleased with Renfri’s gift. Although he knew it was probably so they would have an excuse to spar again without him blaming his gloves every time he lost. Vesemir had bought him a new set of guitar strings and a subscription to his favourite boxing magazine, Eskel and Geralt had come together to get him a brand new set of weights, one’s he’d been eyeing up for months but hadn’t been able to justify the costs. Yennefer’s gift was bottle of very expensive vodka that he’d had once in a bar on holiday and had never forgotten. Ciri had bought him a DVD of a film they’d watched together in the summer and a box of his favourite chocolates.

Vesemir had a brand new collection of history and gardening books. He was settled into his arm chair closest to the fireplace with his nose buried in one the books. Next to him was a crystal whiskey glass that Yennefer had bought him. The damned witch seemed to be intent on showing them all up this year with her fancy job and her even fancier salary but who was he to complain?

Eskel had his arms full of new goat supplies from most of team. He turned round to show the little bastard his new stuff when they realised he was missing.

“Where’s Lil’ Bleater?” Eskel frowned as he looked around the room.

Lambert shrugged. The last he’d seen of the goat he’d been munching on brown wrapping paper. Ciri leapt to her feet and started looking for clues to track the goats movements. Something she’d seen on one of her tv shows.

“How about the kitchen?” Geralt suggested. “Goats like food right?”

“Everyone likes food.” Renfri poked the silver-haired man in the arm. “We sort of need it to survive.”

“Goats really like food though.” Geralt insisted.

“Goats eat anything.” Lambert countered. “He could just as well be in the bathroom by that logic.”

“Well I’ve looked under all the wrapping paper and sofas so he’s not in here!” Ciri chimed up from where she was buried half under cushions and half under brown paper. “Oooh what if we track his smell? Lil’ Bleater stinks!”

Eskel gasped at the accusation. “He’s a very clean goat! I take good care of him.”

“There’s a reason Vesemir bought you fancy pet shampoo.” Lambert smirked and punched his brother in the arm.

“Shut it.” Eskel grumbled. “He’s a handsome boy.”

“Who stinks!” Ciri agreed.

“I still think we should try the kitchen.” Geralt insisted and then paused looking at Ciri thoughtfully. “I think I can smell goat from that direction.”

Ciri squealed and ran into the kitchen. “Fucking liar.” Lambert hissed under his breath earning a smirk from Geralt.

They trudged after the young girl. There was no obvious sign of the goat but Lambert could hear a strange scuffling sound coming from the oven.

“He wouldn’t jump in a hot oven would he?” Lambert asked.

Ciri yelled at him for that and hit him squarely in the chest with her wooden sword. Lambert seized the opportunity to fall dramatically to his knees, pretending to be fatally wounded. He let some of his weight fall onto Ciri who shrieked underneath him.

“Uncle Lambert!”

“You got me real good, little lion cub.” He groaned as she tried to hold back his weight. He was still supporting himself enough that she wouldn’t get hurt but she didn’t need to know that. “This might just be my last day in this world.”

“Get off!” Ciri growled. “I didn’t hurt you!”

“I am wounded!” He fell to the floor and pulled her down on top of him.

“You’re an asshole.” Ciri grumbled and there was an echo of shocked gasps from the adults in the room. “What? It’s not a swear!”

“And it’s true.” Eskel added.

“It is true.” Geralt agreed.

Lambert glared at them both. “Screw you.”

“You’re awfully loud for someone who just died.” Renfri pointed out and he had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t swear colourfully at her.

“Yeah! I told you I didn’t hurt you!” Ciri poked his chest.

A loud bleating ended the argument there.

“Lil’ Bleater!” Eskel cried happily.

Seconds later the a fluffy horned head poked out from under the oven. Lambert hadn’t even realised the gap between the oven and his kitchen floor was big enough for the goat to hide under. He was only a little goat but still it seemed like an impossible accomplishment.

Eskel picked up his beloved pet and swung him round in a big hug. “I missed you buddy! No hiding under ovens again, alright?”

The goat bleated.

“I know, I know. The oven smells of yummy food but you could have been hurt!” Eskel continued.

“Melitele save us.” Renfri sighed and topped up her mulled wine from the pan before stalking back into the lounge. So they could finish unwrapping the presents.

Eskel clipped on Lil’ Bleaters brand new collar and kept the mischievous goat in his lap as he unwrapped his last present, petting his sandy white fur absentmindedly.

Lambert had bought his brother a new cookbook that he was absolutely not allowed to open in front of Ciri. The names of the recipes were all very crude and there were pictures to match. Eskel had barely removed the paper before bundling it into his bag. His face flushed with embarrassment as Lambert cackled until his stomach began to ache. Ciri obviously asked what the big joke was and Eskel grumbled some lame excuse that made no sense. Luckily Ciri seemed content to let it go as long as she could open her next present. Vesemir had bought her a collection of new books after hearing so much about her love of school and reading. Some of them were a little hard for her age but Geralt would be able to read them with her.

Renfri only had two presents. Ciri had bought her a leather bracelet with wolves stitched into the band chasing each other’s tails all around the strap and howling at some unseen moon. The wolf pack and Yennefer had all teamed up to get her a decorative dagger that she’d seen at a craft fair over the summer. It was a beautiful blade, engraved with some kind of fantastical elven language and there was a stunning moonstone embedded into the hilt. It had been extortionately expensive but between the lot of them they had managed to afford it. Renfri’s eyes had lit up when she’d ripped the paper off the box, not quite believing it until she’d carefully lifted off the lid with shaking hands.

“There’s no way.” She whispered and then pulled them into a group hug. Even Vesemir put his book down to pat her awkwardly on the back. The blade fell from her lap with a clatter but thankfully she hadn’t quite managed to unsheathe it.

Ciri pouted at the sudden outburst of emotion but Renfri pulled her into the hug as well. “Your’s was better obviously! You’re the only person to get me their own present. These guys cheated.”

Ciri preened at that and stuck her tongue out at the rest of them.

The hug fell apart when Lil’ Bleater head butted Eskel in the back and they all toppled in a pile on the floor, much to the oldest wolf’s amusement. After that it was Ciri’s turn to open another present. Renfri bought her a new colouring book with glittery pens that Ciri loved. She had a strange obsession with anything glittery. The young girl declared it was because glitter was obviously magical and the rest of the team just couldn’t understand its power.

Geralt’s presents were all of a practical nature, a new toolbox from Vesemir, a couple of new shirts from Yennefer with a letter telling him that he had to wear them or else she would know. Ciri giggled at that but Geralt just looked at the freshly pressed black shirts in disgust. He was definitely more of a baggy t-shirt kind of guy but at least Yennefer hadn’t strayed from his usual colour scheme. Renfri had bought him some new stirrups for Roach. Lambert had bought him a new pair of boots after Geralt had complained about his old ones leaking following a particularly rainy shift at work. Eskel had made a picture frame filled with photographs of their little family. He’d even included a picture of Ciri with her parents and grandparents. The whole team had gotten a little sniffly at that one. Ciri was still yet to get off of Eskel’s lap and had promptly decided that he was the best uncle.

Geralt also had another present in the form of an envelope that he tucked into the pocket of his jeans. Lambert raised an eyebrow at that but Geralt just shrugged it off.

After Geralt’s presents Ciri was the only one with any presents left. She got a new wolf onesie from Eskel, further cementing his place as favourite uncle, much to Lambert’s displeasure. He vowed to make up for it on her birthday. He hated it when Eskel got one up on him.

And then it was time for Ciri’s last present and the last present of the day before they had to get busy in the kitchen for dinner.

She pulled at the paper excitedly and screamed when the guitar case fell into her lap.

“You got me a guitar!!” She shrieked.

Geralt winced at the high pinched tone of her voice and Lambert didn’t blame him. He was sitting across the room and even his ears were ringing. Geralt shook his head. “I got you a Ukulele.”

“A ukulele?” Ciri scrunched her nose up. “Does Mr Jaskier play the Ukulele?”

Geralt nodded. “He can. He thought it might be a better fit for you. It’s like a mini guitar and you’ve still got little hands. There’s some music in there too. Once you learn you’ll be able to read it just like Mr Jaskier.”

“Will he teach me?” Ciri asked brightly and Geralt shook his head.

“Jaskier won’t have much time outside of class to teach you but he has recommended a friend of his.” Geralt explained but Ciri was already scowling.

“I want Mr Jaskier to teach me!” She pouted.

“I’m sure if you ask nicely he can show you some things at school?” Eskel suggested.

“And you wouldn’t want to upset his friend.” Vesemir added from his place at the fireplace.

“Her name is Priscilla and she’s very excited to meet you. You’ll be starting lessons after school when term starts.” Geralt pulled his daughter into a hug.

Lambert almost dropped his mug of mulled wine.

“Sorry what?”

Everyone turned to face him with matching confused expressions on their faces.

“Lessons are after school?” Geralt repeated, raising his eyebrow at Lambert.

“No no… What was her name?” Lambert’s hands were trembling around his mulled wine.

“Priscilla?” Geralt repeated slowly. “He didn’t mention her last name.”

“Fuck!” He cursed.

Ciri gasped and pointed her finger accusingly at him and everyone in the room glared fiercely at him.

“Dandelion is Jaskier!” He yelled out to try and defend himself.

Ciri squealed happily and all the colour drained from Geralt’s face at the revelation.

“What the fuck, Lambert?”

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suckitsurveys · 4 years ago

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What battery percentage is your phone on right now? It’s at 75%. Do any medical afflictions run in your family? Yeah. Who did you last talk to in person and what did you say? My husband. We said goodnight to each other last night. What’s your favourite Mexican dish? I know it’s basic but ya bitch loves a good taco. Tostadas are also yummy but they don’t travel well so I haven’t had one in a while. OH and guacamole and salsa! Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, several Cubs games, a few Blackhawks games, and a couple Bulls games.

How far do you live from New York City? About 800 miles west. How often do you talk to your parents? At least 4-5 times a week. What was the weather like in your town today? It’s 66 F right now. Are there any phrases or words that you say a lot? Of course.

How many boyfriends or girlfriends have you ever had? A few. They’re all irrelevant now except for my husband. Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yes. What’s the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Irrelevant. Do you clean your ears daily? Not daily. What accent do you have? Chicago/Midwest. What scent of air freshener do you keep in your bathroom? We have a coconut one right now. Have you ever dated a model? Lol. What’s the best job you’ve ever had? This one. How about the worst? Party City. Do you have naturally straight hair? It’s gotten a little wavy over the past year actually. What is your ultimate goal in life? To get my health better managed and to be the best Auntie to my nieces. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in September and my sister was born in July. Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? No. What are your three favourite vegetables? Zucchini, Asparagus, Potatoes. How many times a day do you check Facebook or any other social network? A few times. When was the last time you had a blocked nose? A couple weeks ago. Who is your favourite comedian? John Mulaney and Stella. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not. What did you have for dinner last night? Pizza and fried zuchini. What was the last concert you went to? Vampire Weekend in October 2019 in SLC. Are you an ugly crier? Idk, probably? Are any of us cute when we cry? What scent is the soap or body wash you use in the shower? Right now we have an ocean breeze scented one. Have you ever had sex in/on a vehicle? Yes. Who do you live with? My husband and our three cats. What letter does your street name begin with? W Do you do anything to groom your eyebrows? I tweeze them. When was the last time you ate at McDonald’s? Yesterday. I was craving fries and a root beer and grabbed some. What’s your favourite Popsicle flavour? Cherry or watermelon. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? I sent Mark a meme. Do you have any injuries at the moment? Not really. Have you ever been to an ophthalmologist? I don’t think so. Do you own any animal print clothes? Yeah. Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I’m short and no. When was the last time you went to a drug store/pharmacy? There’s a pharmacy inside my grocery store. I was there yesterday. As for a stand-alone one, that was back in April when I got my second dose of the Covid shot. Do you ever binge-watch TV shows? Yeah. Have you ever mustered up the courage to tell someone how you feel only to be rejected? No. Do you keep your files and documents organised in one place? Eh, yes and no. What’s your favourite sweet treat to bake? Box brownies, lol. Though last Thanksgiving I made a pumpkin pie that turned out amazing. That was fun. Are you good at flirting and letting people know you’re interested? No. What did you have for breakfast today? I haven’t had breakfast. It’s almost lunch time so I’m just gunna hold out. Do you prefer sweet or savoury breakfasts? Either. I don’t often do big breakfasts, so. Do you like chick-flicks? Sure. Have you ever taken an acting class? Not really. I was in an improve group in grade school after school for a bit. And in one play in high school. When was the last time you watched one of your favourite movies? It’s been a while. How often do you use Youtube? Everyday. I watch a lot of YouTube. What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever dressed up as for Halloween? I dressed up as Nyan Cat one year and that was amazing. And my Princess Carolyn (from BoJack) costume is one of my favorites as well. And last year was LSP from Adventure time and that turned out really cool too. I made all of them from scratch. Are you ignoring anyone right now? Nah. How do you usually style your hair? It’s either down or in a bun, for the most part. Do you have any tattoos? Tell me about them. I have 9 and I don’t feel like explaining them all. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Sure. When was the last time you used a stove? The other day. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Veal. Are you sitting, standing or laying (or something else) right now? I’m sitting. How many hours per week do you typically work? 40. What was the last pill or tablet you took? An Alieve the other day. How far away from your house is the closest grocery store? Less than two minutes. Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? Nope. Who was the last person you complimented? My friend Sarah. Are you the type of person to take naps, even if you’ve slept plenty? Lol “slept plenty.” Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? My husband. And Will Arnett. The age old question: dogs or cats? CATS. When was the last time you saw your best friend? I can see my husband right now. I saw Sarah in January of 2020, Ellen in October of 2019, and Randal sometime in March or April, I can’t remember. Have you ever been fired from a job? Why? No. Are you tired right now? Always. Do you like spring rolls? Sure. What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Avenue. How many purses or handbags do you own? Several. Do you get along with all your aunts and uncles? I have no living aunts or uncles. I have a couple great-aunts but they are elderly and we rarely talk. Have you ever eavesdropped and heard something you didn’t want to hear? Sure. When was the last time you used a pen, pencil or marker? A little bit ago. I have this coloring book I keep near me while I’m working and I just randomly fill in little shapes while I’m waiting for something to load. What’s your favourite type of curry? Massaman curry, which is a coconut based curry. Do you often go to do or say something and then just forget? Ugh, I hate that. Have you ever had casual sex? Uh huh. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? My nails. What’s the last letter of your middle name? A. If your phone rang right now from a number you don’t know, would you answer? Nope. How long is your hair? A little past my shoulders. What was your first pet’s name and how did you pick that? We had two blue parakeets that were my 2nd grade class pets. My teacher asked my mom to take them for the summer and then asked us if we wanted to keep them because the school didn’t allow class pets anymore. Anyway, our class voted and named them Featherbrain and Lucky. Do you drink diet or regular soda? If I am gunna drink soda, I’m drinking regular. Have you ever been to Europe? No. Do you worry about your own health? Sure. Who did you last make plans with, and what plans did you make? Randal and I were talking about going to the zoo or aquarium soon. Nothing set in stone yet. Can you smell anything right now? Not really. How old were you when you got your first cell phone? I was 15. When was the last time you bought a pair of shoes? It’s been a bit. Mark and I are planning on getting some slides soon. Do you like fruit and vegetable combo juices? Yeah. Have you ever been on a spring break trip? Sure. Would you rather be warmer or colder right now? I’m fine at the moment. How tall are your highest heels? I don’t wear heels. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Cream cheese. When did you wake up today? Around 7. Do you change your appearance often? No. What colour are the street signs in your town/suburb? Green. How many people do you work with? 10. What was the last thing you ate? Pizza. Do you have any plans for three hours in the future? Still be working. Has anyone ever made a comment about your weight that offended or upset you? Uh huh.

#surveys

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ncturn-e · 5 years ago

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❛❛ tastes like home ❜❜

❛ part 1/1 ❜

✰ ‘verse

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⤷ alexei smirnoff x fem!reader

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⤷ requested by @missdreamermerchant

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Was it orthodox for a pair of newlyweds to room with a paranoid hermit in his armoured bunker? No, it wasn't in any way traditional, but when the husband was, in all technicality, a form of illegal alien - being an infiltrating Russian scientist and all - you made do with what you had. Despite the mess, you and Alexei had a bedroom all to yourself, and Murray’s attitude towards all of the ‘canoodling’ became almost charming after a few weeks. For a sweet individual like you, raised on everything homemade from scratch, the only trouble was the kitchen.

Murray Bauman’s kitchen had always been a disaster before you stepped into the picture: haphazardly packaged food, sticky counters, unwashed dishes, you name it. It was a miracle his oven worked with its thick coat of grime. You were reasonably sure something was living in the fridge, and at this point in its evolution, it was probably paying rent. But after a lot of drinks - and some help from the new mister in your life - the kitchen was sparkling and ready for use.

If there was one thing you could love just as much as being married to your local Russian doofus, it would be cooking for him. Whether it was the classic but legendary grilled cheese or a pan of fresh buttery cookies, nobody was more ecstatic to receive handmade American cuisine than Alexei - and to a lesser (but still pleased) degree Murray, who had been growing tired of whatever shit he slapped together whenever takeout threatened his little sanctuary. Cherry pie became a favourite for so long that you had to actually stop making it for pockets of time, sometimes even weeks on end, in order to maintain the specialness of the treat.

The first time he worked up the courage to request a meal, you severely misunderstood what he was saying, as you did not speak Russian. You were swaying about the little kitchen, humming a tune by The Clash and prepping to begin cooking when he peered around the corner of the pantry.

"Hello," you greeted in a coy coo, pursing your lips playfully. "You hungry?"

A round little smile passed over the man's face, but his brows twitched with an unspoken question. He knew you wouldn't understand, but he had a habit of babbling off in Russian first anyways. When he finally spoke in his bits of broken English, though, a rush of red rose to your face.

"You - make me khinkay?"

You swore on your grandfather's grave that he was just repeating the word 'kinky' over and over again until Murray found his way into the room. "Khinkali," he informed you. "It's a dish, by the way. Sorry to disappoint you. I know you're - ah, adventurous, if I'm using choice words."

"Oh, screw you," you muttered, waving him away as you turned back to the Russian man, much less flustered now. "What is it?" Murray had already sauntered out of the room, just like he often did when he humoured being your translator. Thankfully, he had helped Alexei get some kind of grip on English, as exemplified before, and when you looked to your newlywed partner, you attempted a smile. "Show me how to make?" you phrased, tilting your head gently to one side.

He beamed. "Da, da,” he replied, stepping into the kitchen with more confidence in his swagger as he began to pilfer through Murray's pantry, which you had stocked, thankfully. "You - er - meat?" Alexei began to list what ingredients he knew in English, which was essentially just meat, flour, and milk. It took a three-minute game of charades to figure out cilantro, and another two to ferret out one last handful of spices and other savoury paraphernalia. Soon, the counters were set with the bits of food, a cookie sheet, and other utensils, and thus, your lesson in Russian cuisine began.

Alexei began by showing you how to make the dough, trying his best to guide your hands through the correct motions of whatever the recipe was. You could tell that even with hands that knew the machinations of scientific progress, he had never really done much cooking himself. Patiently, you kept up with his motions and short-worded guidances, reassuring him that it was okay if you covered yourself with flour and he didn't. As the final pieces of the recipe were finalised, you discovered that he had shown you how to make dumplings. You grinned, carefully twisting off the top of each and looking at him questioningly.

"Wouldn't you cook the meat before putting it in?" you inquired. Brows furrowed, he shook his head after a moment and murmured something in his mother tongue, miming a gesture with his hands that translated to the aspect of togetherness.

"Okay," you said with a slight shrug. "You know how to make 'em better than me, baby." A pot was heated with boiling water, and the dumplings were set to cook.

When you removed the piping-hot little plops of dough out of the water, gently rolling them onto a dish, Alexei seemed to appear out of nowhere, once again poking his curly head into the kitchen. You gave another sheepish shrug, as if to say 'I tried' while setting the dumplings aside to cool.

He was smiling, though, broadly and brightly. It was infectious.

"What?" you asked through a slight grin of your own. "Excited to taste something from home?"

Alexei bobbed his head, but the expression he wore stated that there was a catch. He approached you, arms gently looping over your shoulders in an embrace as he pointed to the ceiling. "This home." You craned your neck to look up at him, feeling him beaming into your hair. "Taste like home," he repeated, audibly smiling, and a rosy colour settled onto your cheeks.

"Ah," you mumbled. "So ... this is home?"

A pause, then a pleased, "Da."

You sighed, looking over at the little Russian dumplings - plus the extra Russian dumpling gently hugging you from behind - and replied, "Good to know, baby. Good to know."

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milomeepit · 6 years ago

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21 Sanders Street Chapter Three: The Cafe

//Amazing art by the wonder @divinedrabbles can be found here!

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Story Warnings: Death, violence, crime, police, strained marriage, non graphic mention of torture, cursing, mental trauma, stabbing, gang, pregnancy Chapter Warnings: food, broken plates, Rating: Young Adult Ships: Endgame Logicality and Prinxiety

After Virgil Diaz went undercover, nothing was quite the same at the station. Sure, the squad still went to coffee at the cafe down the street, Logan still fussed over his wife, Roman still risked life and limb to get an adventure. Patton still made cookies on Fridays. But nothing was the same. Not really. The thing, though, was when Virgil came back. That’s when it all changed.

Logan pushed open the door to the cafe, holding it open for Roman to limp in and Patton to follow. Once the two were through, he trailed after them up to the counter, eyeing the display cabinet of savoury baked goods. Perhaps one of those single-serve pizza things appealed, actually.

Worst case scenario, he could just ask Patton to pick. Patton was incredibly empathetic, but he had a downright uncanny ability to deduce what Logan was thinking or feeling, sometimes even when Logan himself wasn’t entirely sure.

“Heeeey! Look what the cat dragged in!” The girl working the register beamed.

“Hello, Clara, my dearest,” Roman leaned against the counter and winked. “How is a beauty such as yourself on this fine day?”

Clara giggled, twisting her fingers through her ponytail. “Gosh, Roman, I’m doing just spectacular. Better since you walked in though~!”

Logan cleared his throat loudly, making the two both jump slightly.

Clara blushed, straightening her bright blue half-apron. “I’ll go get Miss Allistair for you guys!” She said quickly, vanishing into the kitchen.

Roman stood up, glancing over his shoulder at Logan. “You ruin all my fun.”

“You’re injured at the moment. You can hardly take her out on a date. You’d just ruin any chance with her if you pushed at the moment,” Logan countered.

“Au contraire, O Captain, my Captain.” Roman wagged his fingers. “People looooove injuries. The attached cool stories make excellent icebreakers.”

“It’s true,” Patton chirped. “Remember that time I broke my wrist in third grade? I think that’s the most popular I’ve ever been in my life.”

Logan frowned a little as he considered. “... Even so, Dawn would kill you. Clara’s a nice girl.”

Roman made a wounded noise, clapping a hand over his heart. “And I’m a nice boy- man! I am a nice man!”

“Roman RJ Prince, I swear to god, if you’re flirting with my employees again...” The three looked back over to the counter as the owner of the cafe emerged from the kitchen, flour-dusted across the front of her black apron, her long, curly, dark hair pulled back into two poofy ponytails.

“Me? Flirt? Never!” Roman smiled smoothly.

“Mm-hm. You can flash that all-teeth-and-bad-intentions smile elsewhere,” Dawn rolled her eyes. “Just tell me what you guys want to eat. I already got Missy started on your usual coffees.”

“Roman’s, too?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “With all his usual fixings?”

“I trust her.”

“I’ll have to give her my condolences.”

Dawn snorted. “Anyway, chop chop, boys. I got the lunch rush coming in, can’t clog up the counter.” She gestured to the quickly-growing line behind them.

“Mmmm... can I get an egg salad sandwich, please?” Patton asked.

“Sure thing, Pat! Plus your cinnamon, muffin, right? Lo, what about you, buddy?” Dawn punched in Patton’s order, then looked over at him.

Logan gestured vaguely. “Not sure.”

Patton peered at him for a moment, then the display case. “... Cheese and vegetable muffin?” He suggested, looking back to Logan.

Logan smiled. “As a matter of fact, that sounds excellent,” He agreed. “Thank you.”

Patton beamed at him, knocking his shoulder against Logan’s lightly.

“Ro?”

Roman stayed silent for a moment, crossing his arms. “... I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, my god...” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.

Dawn raised an eyebrow. “Really, now?”

Patton giggled. “Crown donut. He’s pouting because me and Logan called it.”

Dawn grinned and shook her head. “For all you act like an action hero, you’re pretty predictable, dude,” She commented to Roman as she rang up the order. “Alright, pay up, scoundrels.”

Roman’s hand went to his jacket pocket before he paused. “Ah... I don’t suppose we could negotiate the cap on my tab, dearest darlingest Dawnie?” He plastered on a saccharine smile.

Dawn stared at back him, once again raising an eyebrow. “I’m running a business here, Ro. You gotta cough it up at some point.”

Logan rolled his eyes and dug his wallet out. “I’ve got it,” He said, pulling out some cash and holding it out to Dawn. “But you owe me, Prince.”

Dawn sorted the cash into the drawer, smiling as she printed out the receipt and handed back the change, which Logan immediately dumped into the tip jar. “You guys go sit down, I’ll bring your stuff over in a bit,” She gestured towards their usual table in the corner.

“Thank you, Dawn,” Logan nodded before turning to lead the other two over to the table.

It took a few minutes for them to sort themselves out, claiming a spare chair for Roman to prop his foot up on and settling their bags under the table. “There!” Roman smiled, picking up a napkin and fiddling with it absentmindedly. “So, what are you guys planning tonight?”

“Celine and I were going to try making a new recipe she found online for dinner, then we might watch a movie or something. I’m sure Arnold would like to curl up in our laps on the couch,” Logan rolled his eyes affectionately.

“That cat is evil, I swear to god,” Roman huffed.

“He is not. You’re too loud for him. You scare him,” Logan frowned a little. “Anyway, what about you?”

“Hm... I’m probably going to have a pretty quiet night. Play some video games or something. I might see if Vic or Molly want to come over and hang out,” Roman hummed. “Nothing too elaborate.”

“That sounds like fun,” Patton propped his chin up in his hands, leaning on the table. “Vic and Molly are both really awesome, I’m sure you’ll have a ball!”

“What about you, Patton?” Logan asked.

“Oh, you know... tidy up. Hang out with my pups. I might do some gardening.” Patton shrugged. “You know, the usual.”

“Dude, we need to get you out of the house,” Dawn appeared at Logan’s side, setting down a tray with their food. “Be right back with the drinks. Touch my cupcake and I’ll murder you.”

Roman rolled his eyes and poked the pink-iced cupcake, scooting it across the tray slightly. “Hah. She can’t tell me what to do.”

“You’re either brave or foolish. I’m still not sure which.” Logan said bluntly as he picked up his muffin, carefully peeling off the paper wrapper.

“Rude.” Roman frowned.

“Yeah, you are.” Dawn swatted his hand away from her cupcake as she put the drinks down on the table. She picked up her milkshake, flopping into the chair next to Patton. “So, how goes it, officers?”

“Pretty well,” Logan sipped at his latte. “There’s not too much interesting happening at work, aside from Roman being a halfwit.”

“Logan!” Patton scolded. “There’s no need to be mean!”

Roman scooped some of the whipped cream off the top of his frappuccino and rolled his eyes. “He’s just jealous I got to jump over the hood of a car,” He mumbled, taking a bite of his donut.

“You jumped on a car?!” A small voice shrieked, making the four jump slightly.

“Inside voice, Bugabear,” Dawn set down her milkshake. “You wanna come sit up here with me?”

Logan watched as two brown pigtails appeared over the top of the table, followed by a pair of wide, curious brown eyes. “Hi, Uncle Lo! Hi, Uncle Pat! Hi, Uncle Roro!” The little girl greeted excitedly as she scrambled up into Dawn’s lap.

“Hey, there, Becka!” Patton cooed. “How are you going, sweetie pie?” He set down his muffin and beamed at her.

“I’m good!” She giggled. “I helped Mia make cookies!” She pointed a finger towards the redheaded woman, who was restocking one of the display cases.

“Cool!” Patton grinned, glancing over and waving to Mia.

Logan smiled affectionately. “Good afternoon, Becka,” He greeted, nodding to the little girl. “I'm glad you're having an enjoyable day.”

Becka squirmed off of Dawn's lap and scampered around the table to throw her arms around Logan, laughing. “Looogaaaaan! You're talking like a teacher agaaaaiiiin!”

“Quite right. Loosen up a little, Poindexter!” Roman nudged him playfully.

“No uptight attitudes allowed in The Hole Nut,” Dawn wagged her finger, smirking. “This place runs on good eats, show tunes and smiles, Conroy.”

Logan rolled his eyes, awkwardly patting Becka on the head. “Right, right. But you can hardly expect me to start goofing around like either of these two.” He jerked his thumbs at Roman and Patton simultaneously. “That would just be preposterous.”

“Mm-hm,” Dawn poked her tongue out, then picked up her drink again. She took a long sip from it, coming away with a frothy chocolate milk moustache.

Roman and Logan exchanged a look, snickering quietly.

Patton just grinned. “Uh, Dawnie? You got a little something.. just...” He gestured at his own face, trying not to laugh.

Dawn blinked, then blushed faintly as she wiped her face clean. She punched him lightly in the arm. “Thanks, Pat. At least I can count on you to watch my back. Or, my upper lip, as the case may be.” She winked.

“That's what besties are for, right?” Patton pulled out his cookie necklace, waving it at Dawn.

Dawn tugged her matching necklace out of her shirt, fitting together the heart-shaped cut-out in hers to the shape on Patton's. “You're darn right, it is,” She grinned.

Logan smiled fondly at the two as he scooped up Becka to sit in his lap. “So, how about you, Dawn? Anything interesting in the past few days?”

“Oh, you know. Same old, same old.” Dawn rolled her eyes. “Make coffee. Bake. Sell coffee and food. Paint. Rinse and repeat. It's an exciting life, mine.”

Roman's eyebrow quirked. “You know, if you're so bored, you could always try to join the fo-”

“Nope.”

“Absolutely not.”

“No way!

Roman flinched back from the immediate chorus from the other three. “Okay, okay, just an idea.”

“Way too dangerous,” Patton shook his head. “I already worry about you boys so much, I don't think my heart could take it if Dawn was in the fray, too.”

“Plus, I have a whole business here! I got employees who rely on their paycheck from here. I can't yank the rug out from under them.” Dawn added.

“Not to mention,” Logan nodded to the squirming child in his lap. “Who would look after Becka during the day?”

“Alright! Gosh, no need to go all Golden Trio and gang up on me,” Roman grumbled, slouching against the table and pouting.

Becka giggled. “You look like a grumpy puppy, Uncle Roro!”

Roman drooped even further, growling faintly as he stirred his drink.

Patton slung an arm over Roman’s shoulders. “Aw, buck up, Roman! Puppies are cute!”

“I’m not cute!” Roman squawked, looking up towards the older man. “I’m handsome! And... and dashing! And suave and cool and strong!”

“Like a superhero!” Becka flung her arms out dramatically, nearly hitting Logan in the face. She wriggled off of his lap, holding her arms out as she ran around the cafe, making zooming noises.

“Don't run insi- oh, who am I kidding?” Dawn shook her head, laughing, and propped her chin up on the table, sipping her milkshake.

Roman grinned as he watched Becka zipping in circles. “Good lord, she’s bouncy today. What have you been feeding her?” He laughed.

Dawn shrugged. “Whole grains, fruit, protein. You know, healthy junk.”

“Healthy... junk. I could be wrong, but I think that’s an oxymoron,” Logan raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

Patton giggled and sipped his cappuccino, coming away with a strip of foam smeared on his upper lip. “Heck, it might be! Nevermind. We all know you’re the one who makes sense out of us, Lo!”

Dawn made a mockingly offended sound, pressing a hand to her chest. “Excuse you! I make perfect se-”

She was interrupted by a squeal, a crash, and a loud, siren-like wail. They all spun to see Becka sprawled on the ground, surrounded by dropped cutlery and pieces of broken plates. Clara was clinging to the counter, regaining her balance, holding tightly onto the tray she had been carrying.

“Miss Allistair, I am so sorry, I didn’t even see Becka, I’m so sorry, I’ll clean this up right away,” Clara babbled, her pale face a sharp contrast to the dark bangs framing her face.

Dawn and Patton didn’t even look at each other before they simultaneously shoved their drinks at Logan, rushing over to the two girls. Logan fumbled for a moment before he managed to set both drinks on the table without dropping anything.

“Clara, you’re fine, it’s okay, breathe for me, honey,” Dawn gently prised the tray from Clara’s grip and set it on the counter. “How about you go sit down in the back room, take a breather, get a drink of water? You’re okay. It’s okay.” She rubbed Clara’s shoulders gingerly in an attempt to soothe the panicked teenager.

Clara hesitated before nodding shakily. “I’m- I’m sorry,” She repeated weakly before Missy took her by the elbow and guided her through the doorway into the break room at the back of the cafe.

Patton, meanwhile, kicked shards of plate aside and dropped to his knees next to Becka, holding out his arms to her. “Aw, geez! Had a bit of a nasty knock, huh, kiddo?” He said gently.

Becka practically dived into his arms, her wails nearly deafening as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Patton cradled her close, stroking her hair as he rocked back and forth. “Yeah, I know, honey, I know,” He murmured. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did any of the broken plates cut you?”

Becka shook her head as she buried her face against his neck, muffling her cries.

“Bit of a fright, huh? Yeah, that can be pretty bad. You’re alright, though, promise,” Patton kissed the top of her head.

Dawn bobbed down next to Patton, smiling at him. ‘Thanks,’ She mouthed. ‘Want me to take her?’

Patton glanced down at Becka, then back up to Dawn with a nod.

“Hey, princess,” Dawn cooed, scooping Becka into her lap and cuddling her. “Mommy’s got you, you’re alright.”

Becka started to quiet, sniffling as she clung to her mother.

Logan appeared next to them with a broom, sweeping most of the debris out of the walkway and into a corner, humming a song under his breath- Cinderella? It sounded like Cinderella to Patton. It was probably Cinderella. They’d watched it last Friday.

Dawn slowly got to her feet, still holding Becka on her hip. “You wanna go play in your bedroom? Find somewhere a little quieter?” She hummed, brushing hair back out of Becka’s red face. She looked back to the table at Logan, smiling a little. “Duty calls, boys. Sorry to pull the mom card and bail, but I gotta help out Little Miss Muffet here.”

Logan nodded as he set the broom aside. “We should probably get going, too. We have to get back to work and all.”

Dawn returned the nod. “Talk to you guys later.” She turned to Missy as she reappeared from the back room. “Hey, I’m heading out of the cafe for a while. You good to hold down the fort?”

Missy flashed her a thumbs up. “Yeah, sure thing. I’ll come out back and knock on your door if we need you.”

Patton got to his feet, brushing off his legs to make sure there was no debris clinging to his pants. “You ready to roll, Ro?”

Roman grabbed his crutches and awkwardly clambered to his feet. “Absolutely. Shall we?”

Logan slung Roman’s backpack over his shoulder. “Duty calls,” He declared, leading the way out of the cafe as Roman hobbled along behind him.

Patton glanced over his shoulder with a smile, watching Dawn vanish through the back door behind the counter, before following the others out of the cafe. “Hey, guys, wait up!”

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viking-hel · 6 years ago

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Writing British Fanfic

Hi guys! This little post is just something me and @survivor-reborn put together for when you want to write fanfic with characters that are from the UK!

This isn’t to discourage, or poke fun at, but to help really set the scene or location, because sometimes there’s nothing more jarring than seeing a word or phrase that just isn’t used as much/if at all in the UK, especially when the rest is pretty good!

Now, that’s not to say you need to do this; these little things can sometimes really aid in telling the story, especially if they are set in Blighty.

1. Mom / Mum

Kinda obvious? Yeah, I know. However it is easily done. Perhaps some people in the UK say this, but more often than not, it’s with the ‘u’ and not the ‘o’.

2. College / University

Right, this might get hard to explain. What people in the USA call college, we call University or ‘Uni’ for short. College in the UK is actually something else. The education system here is not like the US for example, which I’ll get onto. College here is where you get qualifications called ‘A-levels’ which you need to get into uni.

3. Kindergarten / Primary / Middle / Secondary (High) School

Kindergarten: we don’t really use that word. Or at least, I don’t where I live and down in Devon. Does that mean it isn’t? Perhaps not, though I don’t think so. In the UK we have something called ‘nursery’ and that’s for little kids, aged about 3-4 years.

This leads onto primary school, which is sort of elementary school equivalent. Primary school may have a nursery (mine did) but really it goes from Reception (4-5yrs) up to Year 6 (10-11 yrs). HOWEVER, and this is where it can get confusing, some areas of the UK do have a middle school system, but NOT ALL. I never went to middle school, but my niece did!

[If the area is a middle school systems, then it goes Infants/First - Middle - Secondary/High. Infants/First school ends at Year 4. Middle school covers from Year 5 to Year 8, and high school from Year 9 to either Year 11 or Year 13 (Years 12 and 13 are essentially college years where you do A-levels).]

For simplicity, just stick with Primary school and secondary/high school. Certain places in the UK call it high school, others say secondary. Others say both. Secondary/high school goes from Year 7 to Year 11 (or perhaps Year 13).

4. Highways, roads, streets.

This will seem silly. Though we have something called ‘Highway Maintenance’ we don’t use the word ‘highway’ or ‘freeway’. We use motorway for the big (UK-big, which is no more than fours lane in each direction) main arteries if you will.

We say main road to mean the next step down. These roads connect to the motorways (which start with M e.g. M6, main roads start with A e.g A500). High street often implies a street with shops on it through the local ‘hub’, not always meaning city centre.

5. Supermarket

We don’t often have grocery stores. We might have a greengrocer / grocers, but don’t add ‘store’, we don’t use that word much. But there is the supermarket, where you get most food e.g. Tesco or Morrisons.

6. Chemist / Pharmacy

Can use either but if ever you see the word chemist, we mean the pharmacy.

7. Stores

The only time we use the word store is in relation to ‘department stores’ which sell clothes, home items and makeup / perfumes perhaps, like Debenhams. Use the word shop instead as most people are likely to say that.

8. ‘Ay up mate!

Mate means friend, and though some may beg to differ, you don’t commonly hear the word buddy or pal. Except for perhaps a dog’s name.

9. Lass!

The further north you go in England, and then into Scotland, lass or lassie means girl. They’re more likely to say that.

10. Pop

Some places in the USA use the word pop to mean soda. If we want a particular kind, we’d say the name e.g. Coke = coca cola, Sprite or 7-UP = lemonade (yes, we don’t do the lemon and sugar thing much, so we mean pop if we want lemonade).

11. Sofa / Settee

Though couch is becoming slightly more common, certain areas of the UK might say sofa or settee more.

12. Kettle

You boil water in this for cups / mugs of tea. Found in the kitchen, plugged into the wall, likely next to the teapot.

13. AC

We don’t have AC built in with the house. They might be in offices, but not in the house.

14. Drinking age

Is 18 here! So if you’re writing about teens in the UK, then legally can drink from 18 years, but have likely been drinking since they were 14/15 because, yeah rules.

15. Age of consent

Is 16 years old. Just so you know.

16. POPTARTS

Others in the UK may say “WTF are you talking about, I eat them everyday,” but I can count on ONE HAND how many poptarts I’ve ever had (three!). They aren’t common in my neck of the woods, and so I don’t think they’ve become a staple in breakfast diets until recently.

17. Pies.

Here in the UK, pies are often savory as well as sweet. We do have apple pie, I have had other fruity pies. But we do also have meat and potato (yum!), chicken, steak, steak and kidney pie, the list goes on.

18. Pasties

Not pastries, though we do have those too, pasties, as in Cornish pasties are savory and delicious. Can be flaky and make mess when eating.

19. Cheese

Unless you intentionally buy the pre-sliced stuff, most kinds of cheese in the UK comes as blocks of cheese. And depending on the type of cheese, different ‘strength of taste’ from mild to extra strong (cheddar).

20. Cookies / Biscuits

Cookies have chocolate chips in them. They are a particular type of biscuit and don’t refer to all of them. Those are biscuits.

21. Gravy / Biscuits and Gravy

Gravy is savoury and commonly brown coloured, made from veg flavours, chicken or ‘meat’. And we don’t have biscuits and gravy.....that wouldn’t make sense with the former!

22. Holidays

Only in Uni have I ever seen the period of teaching called ‘semester’ and the holiday breaks termed ‘vacation’. When in school they’re called instead ‘terms’ and ‘breaks / holiday’.

We don’t have Spring Break, but we have something called half-terms, which is a week long break in the middle of each term, which usually last between 6-9 weeks, depending on how things are scheduled which are not the same country wide.

Easter is two weeks off, Christmas is also two weeks, and Summer holiday lasts for 5-8 weeks, it keeps changing but they’re often 6 weeks, and get called 6-week holiday.

23. No Thanksgiving or Fourth of July, just to remind you!

24. Lessons

What are called classes in USA, are often called ‘lessons’ here, or in high school, you just refer to them by subject e.g ‘I have geography now’. Class / classes are often reserved for external activities like dance.

25. Canteen

Essentially the cafeteria of the school. This may not be the same for all of the UK.

26. Queue

What we are known for. We queue, which means standing in a line. At school you might be asked to ‘form a line’ before going back into the classroom, but outside of that, you queue.

27. Rubber

An eraser. They rub out.

28. Take-out

What is called take-out we call takeaway!

29. Bangs

Bang means something else in the UK, so we say fringe: the hair that falls over your forehead.

30. Half-an-hour

We have perhaps an odd way of saying time? We don’t say counter-clockwise, we say anti-clockwise. We often use the 24-hour clock so we know what 16:45 is telling us, which is ‘quarter to five in the afternoon’. We say half-an-hour, meaning thirty minutes. We say ‘ten to’ or ‘twenty to’ or ‘half past’ or ‘quarter past’ etc.

31. Fortnight

Not the game. This means two weeks. Bi-weekly.

32. Aye

I use this to mean yes. Though in the south of England you might not hear it much, the further north and into Scotland, you will hear this.

33. PB and J.

Peanut Butter and Jelly. Well jelly in the UK is what Americans call jello. What they call jelly is jam in the UK. There will perhaps be some people who have this, but I don’t think Peanut butter and jam is that common. At least, not to together.

34. Cheers

Thanks, thank you. Or “ta very much”.

35. Fanny

Fanny means arse (ass) in the USA. It doesn’t here and if you said that we’d give a right funny look.

36. British Accent.

NO. NO SUCH THING. I don’t sound like Sam Heughan or Ewan McGregor. Nor do I sound like Tom Holland or Kit Harington. They’re all ‘British’ but the British accent does not exist: if you live in England, you will have an English accent. Live in Wales, you’ll have a Welsh one. Live in Scotland, you’ll have a Scottish accent. Live in Northern Ireland / Ireland, you’ll have an Irish accent.

And to further make it worse, they’ll all sound different!

I don’t speak like the guys of Peaky Blinders. I don’t sound like a cockney from London, and I don’t speak like the Queen. Me and @survivor-reborn won’t sound the same. This goes for people in Scotland, Wales and Ireland. We’ll have an English/Scottish/Welsh/Irish accent, but we won’t sound the same, and at times, will use dialectal words: if I said “what do thee know, owt o’ nowt?” only certain people will know what I’ve asked.

So these are just things to perhaps keep in mind, and I know people will likely get things in American culture wrong and across the globe. If you don’t live in it, how will you know?

Add to this if you like, because I know I’ve missed some things. And if you want, you can ask either me or @survivor-reborn and we’ll try to help!

#writing resources

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toomanysurveys9 · 6 years ago

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Have you ever lied to a person of authority? What did you say?: i have before. i’ve lied to my parents. not about anything super major though. in high school, i said we overslept and that’s why we weren’t going to church (we had stayed overnight with my cousin and her boyfriend at the time) but i actually had a decent hangover from my first time being drunk. What’s your favourite type of pie, either sweet or savoury?: sweet. i can’t do savory pies. Do you have a Netflix subscription?: yeah. jacob pays for it since he’s the only one working at the moment. Have you ever parked in a disabled parking space even if you aren’t disabled?: no. only if i had my grandparents with me because they are disabled and have the little hanging thing.

How long does it usually take you to get ready in the morning?: depends. usually like ten to fifteen minutes. a little longer if i decide to do my makeup. What colour is your favourite shirt?: i don’t really have a favorite one these days i don’t think. When was the last time you saw a photo of yourself?: i mean. i can see one now as i’m doing this..

Does your laptop ever overheat?: nope. Are you wearing a dress today?: i am not. Do you use your phone during class or at work?: i have used it during both. How many times a day do you check Facebook?: more than i care to admit. i get bored. Do you hate it when people on airplanes recline the seat in front?: that hasn’t happened to me that i remember. Are you the type of person to press a button just because?: not really. Would you ever volunteer in the case of a natural disaster?: if i could be helpful, yes. Do you check your emails daily?: i do not. it’s been awhile since i checked it actually. Are you inside or outside at the moment?: inside. Why did you last have to see a doctor?: prenatal appointment. Have you ever been pulled aside for a random bag search at an airport?: not that i recall. i don’t remember a whole lot from the one time i was on the plane though. Are you happy with how much you weigh?: i’m not as concerned about it right now since i’m pregnant but i definitely intend on losing weight after ellie is born. What’s your favourite flavour of Jell-O?: not really a fan of jello. Do you pick your nose? C'mon, be honest.: i have before. but usually just blowing my nose will suffice. What was the last thing you bought from a supermarket?: jacob’s lunch stuff for the week. Do you know anyone who is highly allergic to anything?: my 16 year old sister is super allergic to everything. i’m super allergic to grass. When was the last time you had a nap?: a couple days ago. Are you hot, cold, or just right at the moment?: just right at the moment. Do you have a Spotify Premium membership? If not, do you want one?: i do not. i don’t even use spotify. What’s your boss’s name?: no boss. i’m a stay at home mom right now. Have you ever eaten caviar?: i have not. i’m not really interested in trying it either. Are you a nervous type of person?: i am unfortunately. Do/did you collect anything currently or in the past?: books. On average, how much money do you usually put into savings every week?: i don’t even want to talk about savings right now thanks to jacob. -_- Do you prefer sweet or savoury foods?: depends on my mood, but usually savory. Do you have any games on your computer? Which ones?: i haven’t put any games on it. What are your three favourite fruits?: bananas, apples, and strawberries. Have you ever received a speeding fine?: once... When was the last time you shaved any part of your body?: i shaved my armpits yesterday. Have you ever had a cramp in an odd place?: i’m pregnant, so that sort of happens sometimes. Would you ever go overseas for cheap medical treatment?: probably not. How many hours did you sleep last night?: i’m not too sure between jacob waking me up wanting to have sex and then wyatt being restless... Are you good at writing stories?: kind of, yeah. What have you eaten today?: i had fruity pebbles and a strawberry banana drinkable yogurt. Do you watch House of Cards?: nope. Did anything exciting or interesting happen to you today?: nope. not really. it’s been a pretty boring, and chill, day so far. What’s your favourite type of fish to eat?: i don’t eat fish. i’ve never really tried it. besides fish sticks and i had shrimp once. didn’t like it. Who else is in the building you’re in right now?: my grandparents from my dad’s side, three of my sisters, wyatt, phe, cocoa, buffy, tia, and myself.

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ireviewuread · 4 years ago

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Fulfilling my Pizza cravings with Pizza Delivery Singapore

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