#they're spicy (and although i don't use it as a side i just eat the whole bottle)

[cookiesrunaus-whitelily]

Unexpected meeting

Guess who came up with the idea of a small gathering of Rambutan, Hollyberry and Pitaya!

This is in the Legend of the Red Dragon story, it's my au's version!

Enjoy!

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Rambutan did not like this.

Being among dragon hunters was not in her plans today.

Although it was also her fault for drawing so much attention to herself in the past.

She just had to get into the village to find information on her mother's whereabouts, but she brought out her heroic side and ended up earning the reputation of “Spike Fruit Cookie”.

Rambutan just wanted to find the dragon, ask about her mom and then return to her daughter.

She hoped she and her little friends wouldn't get into trouble.

She prayed there wouldn't be.

The stares and conversations about her woke her from her thoughts.

“Look! It's Spike Fruit Cookie!”

“I heard she single-handedly managed to defeat an army of dragons! And only with a spear!”

“Say her power equals Pinkyberry Cookie!”

Oh witches, they've already started comparing her.

It's not that she doesn't appreciate the praise, but it feels really bad to be compared to an experienced hunter.

She's not a hunter.

She is a dragon hybrid, she has an advantage against dragons.

She is resistant to fire and dragon magic, extreme heat climates don't affect her, she has good tracking instincts and has strength that surpasses ordinary cookies by far.

Comparing her to a true hunter was unfair.

“Here you go! An extra spicy dragonhead stew!” A big cookie set her stew down in front of her.

“Thank you!” She said politely.

She began to eat her stew, what a delight this place's stew is.

“Nice to see you again, Spike Fruit Cookie” she almost choked on her stew when Tarte Tatin Cookie, Pinkyberry Cookie and those two companions of hers were next to her.

Now she really wanted to disappear.

“So you're Spike Fruit Cookie! Tarte Tatin Cookie has told me so much about you! It's a pleasure!” greeted the pink-haired girl cheerfully.

“Emmm…. Yes it's a pleasure…” She mumbled nervously, adjusting her hood and going back to eating.

She only asked for a quiet meal, why did they want to take that away from her?

“Wow! So of few words as you said! Just like you Wildberry Cookie!”

Pinkyberry Cookie turned her gaze to the big cookie with a huge glove.

She gave a quick glance to inspect the three cookies.

Her mother taught her how to read cookies to know their intentions.

A very useful skill to see if someone wants to harm you or if they are a hunter.

At once she inspected the three cookies.

Two of them were from the Hollyberry kingdom.

One she does not identify.

Although Pinkyberry Cookie and the white haired one looked like a picture her mom showed her……

Oh shit.

That's them.

Her….. Biological parents.

She's not the only one who can lie about her name and Hollyberry Cookie wasn't known here.

And that dragon, they were in their cookie form.

How did no one notice?!

Wait….. If they're here, who's the dragon terrorizing the town?

Ah! Then think about it, she must go.

Rambutan quickly finishes her stew, quietly gets up.

“Where are you going, Spike Fruit Cookie?” asked Tarte Tatin Cookie.

The gazes of the four cookies were on her.

She could especially feel the one from those two.

“I'm going for a little walk before the hunt! It helps clear my mind and will help me process my food better!” She said matter-of-factly, finally getting out of there.

She only took a few steps into an alley, then fell to her knees.

Her nerves were eating her up.

She hadn't expected to run into them.

What was she going to do?

Why did it hurt slightly that none of them recognized her?

She only planned to find the red dragon, ask her mother's whereabouts and then leave.

Her mother….

She raised her left hand to see her bracelet, a pretty white lily was there.

She just wanted to see her mother again, to hug her, to listen to her, she wanted to introduce her daughter to her, she wanted to tell her that she has traveled too and that she is trying to be a good mother like she was….

She would put her arm on her chest, put her face close so that just the petals of that lily would caress her face.

A touch as soft and sweet as her mom's.

She had to be brave, took a deep breath and got up.

She would go back to the inn and face the dragon, ask them about her mother and return home to prepare a great dinner for her daughter and the children of the forest.

She is Rambutan Dragon Cookie, heart daughter of the legendary Saint Lily Dragon Cookie, heroine of Earthbread, she was not scared of anything in her adventures and she will follow her example.

But she would do it tomorrow!

Because it was already dark and she spent all her energy on her little motivational speech.

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Dammit the fake dragon that woke her up.

That dragon started to attack, she only had time to grab her lily bracelet, her cloak and her spear.

“THE RED DRAGON IS HERE!”

Cookie's scream made her ears hurt.

“Everyone!!! We have to evacuate the civilians!!!”

“Spike Fruit Cookie!!!….. Understood!!!”

“Yeah….!!!!”

The hunters along with her started evacuating the people.

She quickly went through the flames looking for the wounded to take them to the hunters.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Hollyberry Cookie, Pitaya Dragon Cookie, Tarte Tatin Cookie and …… If she remembered correctly, Wildberry Cookie, they were starting to fight the smaller dragons.

Elsewhere there was that rider helping too.

She had to keep helping.

She quickly used her spear to defend herself against those dragons as well.

As long as she could help everything would be fine.

She had just finished evacuating that area when the roar of the mock dragon caught her attention, it was coming ……. Directly towards her.

Its mouth was opening to spit fire.

She dodged it as fast as she could.

The dragon flew into the sky, to turn around and try again.

Rambutan thought no one was watching her so she took off her hood.

She opened her dragon wings and flew straight towards the dragon.

She took in as much air as she could to exhale a large fireball.

Which made all the smaller dragons and the big fake dragon go away.

She sighed as she was still in the air, that took a lot of force.

A noise behind her made her turn around.

Oh no….

“Spike Fruit Cookie?….” Tarte Tatin Cookie looked confused.

She could see Hollyberry and Pitaya's face fall from confusion to realization.

They already figured out who she was….

“Well, at least nothing can go wrong anymore, right?” thought Rambutan, things can't get even more screwed up.

RIGHT?

[dogtoling]

Would the culinary culture in Splatoon be different if they can only eat chunks of food? (I keep thinking of all the sensations/experiences that come from chewing food)

yes. well, clearly in splatoon it's not, but we already know the inklings are canonically just Human Lite despite not having teeth to chew food like we do, which would render a lot of foods TERRIBLE to eat even if you believe they do not have a radula. even if they JUST had their beak and a soft, flat tongue, they don't have anything in their mouth to grind food into paste... which, if you recall, is how we process like all food (unless you're REALLY excited about the meal, or lack teeth, or have a toothache. in the case of the latter, im sorry man)

Generally cephalopods are carnivorous, so stuff like rice and pasta or even bread aren't things that they would've come to eat naturally. The same goes for vegetables, which even the first game implies are a new thing in Inkopolis or squid culture (although it's unclear if this is even true or if it's a joke or exaggeration, this has never been expanded on). My headcanon is that these vegetable-based foods only recently became popular among Inklings due to influence from other cultures, namely species that are herbivorous. So as more mixed-species societies popped up, different foods that were fairly alien to other species also did, and eventually may have snaked their way into those species' diets if they were well-enough liked.

Generally I think Inklings' own culinary cultures would pretty much exclusively include meat (seafood), with the exception of fruit, which Inklings enjoy for their flavor, color and water content. But I think Inklings would be pretty simple with their cooking, meaning there's probably rarely much seasoning or even a side of any kind given those are mostly vegetable-based things - save for recent decades of course. Traditional inkfish food is probably finger food, grilled, deep-fried, or even raw. Small fried fish and fried shrimp are ever-popular, and utensils are really a fancier, newer thing. I like drawing inklings with suckers on their fingers, which also means that finger food would be the most natural way to eat something for them given that they can taste what they're about to eat before it's even in their mouth (which, among other things, is a very easy way to check if something is edible at all before it's in your body. Or if it's spicy).

Generally I think Inklings enjoy crunchy or crispy and fried food, which is typically meat or at least includes meat (usually that of crustaceans), and finger food is preferred for its simplicity and natural feel. The Crusty Seanwiches and Schwaffles are a very good example of the kind of food that is popular with Inklings, which also seek out the high calorie content because MY GOD, the energy consumption of even just one turf war has to be ridiculous. So as a whole i'd say they prefer food that is easy to eat by hand, rather than stuff that is so mushy you can't bite it at all or grab it... sauces are on thin fucking ice unless they are for dipping in.

When it comes to Octarians, I like to think their culinary culture is different from that of the surface, largely because of their wasteland surroundings unfit for farming much of anything even if they wanted to, and isolation from the rest of the world. Instead of the squids who like to fry and grill things, Octarians probably have more raw, pickled, dried and salted foods - these are foods that are easy to make and very easy to store for long periods of time, which is crucial when your society doesn't have all the food in the world to pass around as a given. They might have kelp as a side dish or an addition in soup every now and then, but most of their food is definitely some form of meat. Vegetables are mostly absent from Octarian cuisine due to not really being nutritionally helpful to octarians, like almost at all. Surprisingly, in spite of this, wasabi is a really big thing and is used as a spice similar to how we use like, salt and pepper. They'd have salt and uh... wasabi powder.

[minti-tales]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

"Ah, someone's painted a new sign! Let me see. 'Gage Acquisitions, Free Company. For Hire, at Lavender Beds, Gridania.' So this is where our sleeping princess lies, although, I must admit, it's far from the misty towers written of in legend. You don't happen to have a fierce dragon atop the roof? Breathing fire and hoarding piles of gold?"

Minti shook her head at Krile Baldesion, the former Scion who'd joined her for lunch. To be honest, it was more of a spur-of-the-moment meal, two colleagues crossing paths out on the free company's lawn and wanting to do more than just say hello to each other. "Do dragoons count?" she asked with a playful smile. "They've a habit of being greedy. Always leaping off the roof, wings and all, to snatch their prey. I can't say they're always successful - they usually end up inspecting the grass." Krile chuckled. The jest wasn't Minti's best, she knew, but at least it got a laugh.

A sudden downpour forced the two to take shelter in the small flowered pavilion across from the House. "Serves me right for speaking ill of our armored friends," Minti said before sitting down.

Today's lunch was a real hodgepodge of cultures and cuisine. Two bowls of spicy Thavnarian curry and naan rested uneasily with slices of naturally sweetened Archon loaf. Three black-and-white sugar cookies did their best to cozy up with a bottle of Foundation Red fetched from a hidden reserve. Also, in a well-intentioned attempt to steer the meal towards proper nutrition, there was a fruit bowl, with fresh purple grapes from Labyrinthos, quartered strawberries, and chunks of La Noscean prickly pineapples. It wouldn't take a culinarian to decipher what the friends brought to the table.

"Spicy curry, Minti?" asked Krile. "I was sure you'd want more sweets in your diet." She loaded a small plate with equal helpings of fruit, curry, and Loaf. "What with your chosen name and all." Minti avoided the Loaf entirely, opting for curry, naan, and the sugar cookies. "You sure you don't want some fruit? The grapes were hand-picked this morning. Entirely organic, juicy, and in just the right shape for consumption, that is to say, near perfectly cylindrical."

"I am not a child, Krile. I eat what I please," Minti replied with mock annoyance. "Although…fine. I'll take the grapes. You've convinced me."

"Have I?" Krile grinned, like she'd won a debate without even trying. "You don't sound convinced. But, small victories, I suppose."

Conversation was mixed, for the most part, with Minti recalling the most memorable parts of the expedition to Eureka, and Krile sharing recent happenings with the Warrior of Light. Just old friends catching up, having a good meal in the rain.

Sharing the last of the wine.

Reaching over the table to examine each others hands, remarking on each others' "lifelines," with Minti calling on her half-remembered astrologian training to help her read.

Minti moving over to Krile's side of the pavilion and gingerly putting an arm around her friend, putting caution to the wind. Tipsily playing with her hair, a wide smile on the viera's face.

Minti leaning down to put her nose against Krile's, both friends giggling and smiling in the rain.

A pregnant moment. A tender look. A nod, a whispered "Is this what you want?"

"Is this what you want?"

"I don't want to think right now."

"But you're thinking regardless, dear. And, I'm saying yes, by the way. It's okay, Minti. You're safe. We're safe. No one is going to get upset, no one is going to hurt you. No one is taking you away from here."

Krile squeezed us. We appreciated this, this comfort.

A brush of lips against her lips. Impulsive. But feeling right, in this moment. She said it was safe. It was okay.

Her lips were soft, and her breath was warm, like Suzaku's. But not like her.

Caring. Not possessive. What Minti needed in this moment.

We need to feel safe -

We are.

"Take as much time as you need. I'm here. It's just you, and me, and the rain."

Time passed so slowly between these two old friends.

It was a good lunch.

[dobaara]

mutuals to share my oorgais with

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

[creambunnie]

First Love

ONEWE - Jin Yonghoon // angst , fluff

a/n : this fic was inspired by ONEWE's song IF. you can listen to it while you read this long imagine! enjoy~

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you were swinging your keys with your finger as you stepped out of a bookstore. your clumsy self accidentally dropped the keys which slid and hit a lady's feet.

your eyes widened as you quickly jogged to the lady to collect your keys and also apologise.

the lady bent down to pick them up and quickly stood back up before scanning the area for the owner.

you waved slightly at her and bowed a little.

"ah sorry, that's mine.". you told shyly.

the lady smiled and passed them back to you.

"be careful~" she chirped as she walked away from you.

you gave an embarrassed smile and watched her back moving further away from you. she was a beautiful lady...

you were about to go back to your spot earlier when you saw a familiar figure. a face too familiar to ignore.

the lady gave the guy a peck on his cheek before wrapping her arm around his.

the guy almost turned around to look at you but you quickly pulled up your hood and backfaced the couple.

.

.

Jin Yonghoon. your first love .

you tried taking calm breaths. you turned back around only to see the empty streets. you chuckled at yourself .

no matter how much you've moved on. your first love will always have a special place in your heart.

~

you wiped the last set of windows before quickly sitting at the counter.

you were a florist at a small shop owned by your mother. she trusted you to operate it on your own. she would come down sometimes too. your mother mostly did her admin works at home, while you monitor the shop.

you checked the clock on the wall.

2 minutes before he passes by your flower shop .

yeah, you had a crush on this guy, he would pass by your shop every morning at exactly 10am to go to the music academy he worked at.

1 minute.

.

you took a deep breath when you saw his handsome face.

how can someone be so ethereal ? he's not human. he's an angel.

your silent admiration was interrupted as you panicked .

he suddenly turned to walk towards your shop. yes , YOUR SMALL FLOWER SHOP.

*wait wait wait what is happeninggggg* you screamed in your mind as your crush entered your shop.

"we--welcome~ how may I help you?". you stuttered.

your crush flashed an attractive smile and scanned the shop.

"i'm looking for flowers that are suitable for a birthday gift!". he explained.

you quickly thought of some flowers combination and suggested them to him.

"ah this is beautiful! i hope she likes it!". your crush exclaimed as he agreed with your suggestion right away.

you felt your heart tugged. ahh he has someone already. of course. he is this attractive, wouldn't make sense if he wasn't dating anyone.

you cleared your throat and straightened up .

"would you like to write a card for your girlfriend?". you asked as you prepared some cards choices.

you looked up quickly when you heard him laugh.

shit. even his laugh is beautiful.

but why was he laughing ?

he calmed down after a few seconds and shook his head.

"this is not for my girlfriend. uhm i don't have one ? this is actually for my teacher. she used to teach me at the academy when i was still a student there.". he explained.

you felt your face warmed up from embarrassment. you slowly nodded and slid some cards to him.

"ahh, sorry. you can choose any cards . they're all the same price. ".

your crush smirked before picking out a card .

.

"i'm Yonghoon by the way. Jin Yonghoon.". your crush introduced himself as he paid for the flowers.

your eyes widened at his bold move and cleared your throat for the nth time.

"uhm i--i'm y/n . y/s/n y/n. thank you for buying flowers from here.". you awkwardly stammered.

Yonghoon gave a cute smile and nodded.

"no problem! i've always been curious about this shop. this shop is as beautiful as its owner.". Yonghoon teased with a wink.

you bit your lips, refraining yourself from smiling too widely.

Yonghoon chuckled at your reaction.

"i hope we get to see each other more in the future, y/n . thank you!". Yonghoon said one last time before exiting the shop.

you stood there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened.

.

of course you knew his name. in this small neighbourhood, Yonghoon was like a celebrity.

he was not only good-looking. he was also talented. Yonghoon's voice is so beautiful, you would feel all sorts of emotions listening to him sing.

Yonghoon was also kind-hearted. he would help the neighbourhood kids when they need any . he was just the guy in the neighbourhood.

Yonghoon was famous among the aunties. they would always try to matchmake Yonghoon with their daughters. but Yonghoon would always turn them down politely.

and that was your wonderful first ever face to face encounter with Jin Yonghoon.

~

a year later , after getting to know more about each other , Yonghoon confessed his feelings for you.

you too told him about your feelings and the two of you started being a couple.

your routine after being a couple wasn't that different than when you became close friends.

you would still visit him from time to time at the academy to have lunch together.

Yonghoon would also drop by the flower shop every morning to greet you .

the only difference was , you would hang out at Yonghoon's place more and even sleep over at his house.

your houses were only about 20 minutes away from each other but Yonghoon said his house was always open for you.

Yonghoon was that clingy boyfriend, and truthfully, he wanted you to just move in with him. he loved it when he has someone to accompany him at home because he lived alone.

but you didn't want to move out of your parents' house just like that. besides, you still had to help your mother with the flower shop stuffs.

although lowkey the amount of time you stayed at Yonghoon's house was way more than you staying at your own. 😆

.

you enjoyed every single time you've spent with Yonghoon.

he was just the sweetest boyfriend ever.

everytime you had free time together, Yonghoon would always suggest for you two to cuddle .

he just loved admiring you silently as he held you close to him.

Yonghoon would always whisper sweet words to you when you two hang out together .

.

it was a weekend, as usual, you were at Yonghoon's house.

an activity the both of you would sometimes do together was watching a movie .

you were sat in between Yonghoon's legs, back against his chest. Yonghoon had his arms around your waist .

something you loved about your movie sessions was Yonghoon's cute habits.

he would play with your hair and massage your head gently. or he would leave soft pecks on your clothed shoulders.

Yonghoon just won't waste any time to show his love to you.

you would giggle when it tickled and Yonghoon would leave double pecks to tease you.

"hmmm babe ? i'm kind of hungry... i feel like eating some jjapaghetti...". you pouted as you turned to your boyfriend.

Yonghoon chuckled at your cuteness and booped your nose with his.

"shall we go to the convenience store together then?". Yonghoon suggested cutely.

you immediately nodded your head. Yonghoon ruffled your hair lovingly before the two of you went out for food.

convenience store dates was also a common thing in your relationship.

the two of you didn't really care about where you eat, as long as the two of you could eat together.

you loved experimenting new food combinations with Yonghoon.

if it was good, the both of you would get super excited and continue eating the same combination of food again and again until you're sick of it.

if it was bad , the two of you would play rock paper scissors where the loser had to finish up the gross combination.

but Yonghoon was a softie. he would either let you win easily or eat some for you when you really lost after a few rounds.

"cheese , ramyeon , egg , collaboration!". Yonghoon exclaimed as he mixed all those ingredients together.

he saw a video of this combination and he thought it looked good so he wanted to try it.

you settled with your favourite jjapaghetti and some spicy sausages.

.

aside from your cuddle and convenience store dates , you also spend time together at the music academy which Yonghoon worked at.

Yonghoon was specifically a vocal teacher but he could also play some instruments including the piano and guitar.

you two would hang out at his studio when he had no classes.

during this dates , Yonghoon would either show you some works that he was working on as a producer or sing you songs.

sometimes it would be cute spontaneous songs. sometimes it would be your favourite songs.

either way, you loved it when Yonghoon sings. his voice was just out of this world . he was your favourite singer.

.

all those good times confused you when one day Yonghoon suddenly came back home and acted differently .

his usual warm greetings were short and cold.

it had been about 2 months since the both of you had spent time together like usual.

you had been a bit busy with the flower shop. your mother finally had the opportunity to extend her brand and open up another branch for her flower shop at another neighbourhood.

of course you had to help her with lots of things. but those were settled and you finally had the time to visit Yonghoon again.

Yonghoon knew about this achievement and even bought a gift for your mother to congratulate her.

maybe the 2 months of not seeing each other properly made you both a bit distant. but your feelings for Yonghoon was still as strong as ever.

you thought maybe he was just tired from work and wanted to rest.

but your usual fun dinner was dull. Yonghoon ate quickly before staying in his room for the whole night.

you wanted to ask him about his day. you were worried. you were scared at his sudden change in behaviour.

but you thought to yourself to only think of good things and act normal.

you cleaned up the living room before joining Yonghoon on his bed.

you gently slid onto your side of the bed . Yonghoon's back was facing you. you pouted before scooting closer to your boyfriend and backhugging him.

Yonghoon stayed still and let you hold him.

"i missed you....". you gently whispered as you buried your face against his warm back.

Yonghoon didn't respond . you supposed he was already asleep.

~

the next few days, Yonghoon was a bit better . maybe he was just tired with work the other day.

"babe,, do you want to go to the convenienve store together ?". you asked softly.

Yonghoon sighed before nodding.

you interwined your fingers together like usual on your way to the store.

you didn't know if it was just you but his hand felt ....cold.

his entire presence felt cold.

you shook your head and tried your best to act normally.

your usual chaotic store date was silent. you tried swallowing your food down together with the tears that were threatening to fall.

why ? why was Yonghoon suddenly acting like this ?

you felt like he was forcing himself to spend time with you. you felt like he didn't feel the special spark between the both of you anymore.

you felt like... he didn't love you anymore. no maybe that was too far..

you didn't know. you wanted to know. but you're sure if you were to ask him about it now, you couldn't handle it. your emotions were too unstable.

you cleared your throat and reached out for his cold hand gently..

"babe, i don't think i'm sleeping over at your house tonight. and don't worry you don't need to walk me home... i know you're tired.". you said carefully.

Yonghoon only looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "really ? ahh we should get going then before it gets darker.". he replied.

you thought your normal stubborn clingy boyfriend would still insist on walking you home.

but at the junction where you usually separate, he really bid you goodbye and walked away quickly before you could hug or greet him back properly.

you blinked in confusion at his actions. Yonghoon didn't even turn back to look at you.

you were frozen on your spot. was this really happening to you ?

unnoticingly, tears flowed down your cheeks. soon, you started sobbing in the middle of the empty streets.

you covered your face with your palms as your cries got louder.

the usual Yonghoon would whine when you say you weren't staying over. the usual Yonghoon would still walk you home no matter how hard you try to convince him that it was okay.

maybe the usual Yonghoon wasn't feeling the same as before. maybe the usual Yonghoon was tired of loving you.

maybe the usual Yonghoon was gone. you didn't even know who he was anymore.

~

Yonghoon noticed how in the span of only 3 days, your part of the wardrobe was becoming emptier.

he thought you were just reorganising things, but soon even your toiletries and other little things usually in his house was nowhere to be seen.

Yonghoon felt that his house was a bit emptier with most of your things gone.

he was confused. he wanted to ask you. why ?

but he was confused with himself too...

.

Yonghoon was in the shower while you were preparing some breakfast. just for him .

you scanned the house again. absorbing all the memories that you've spent together with Yonghoon.

you walked towards the coffee table and reached for his phone.

you scrolled through his contacts and stopped when you reached yours .

♡ My Love 🌸 ♡

you bit your lips and sighed before pressing the delete button.

you placed Yonghoon's phone back carefully before carrying all your remaining things.

*i guess this will be the last* you thought as you walked slowly to the entrance.

you were about to unlock the front door when you heard his cold voice calling out your name.

"y/n ...".

you mustered all your courage before turning around to look at Yonghoon.

there he was, standing at his spacious living room. looking as handsome as ever. looking as soft as ever. but he looked cold , like never.

"why are you doing all of this ? ". Yonghoon asked with a slight frown.

you looked at Yonghoon in disbelief before approaching him slowly.

you tried your best to hold in your tears.

"are you, seriously asking that Jin Yonghoon?". you asked in a hushed tone.

Yonghoon's frown dipped deeper. he still didn't understand what was wrong.

"why are you doing this ? why are you cleaning up your stuffs ? why did you ,, why did you delete your number from my phone ? what's happening ?".

Yonghoon bombarded you with questions, in a tone as if he was the victim now. as if he was the one who was being hurt.

your palms curled into fists as you neared him . your tears were now trickling down your cheeks freely.

"you really have the heart to ask those questions ? why am i doing this ? i am doing this because i feel like i don't know you anymore. i feel like you're forced to spend time with me. you started acting cold towards me since those 2 months.". you sniffed and wiped your face harshly with your sleeve.

"i tried thinking of only good things, i thought you just needed some rest. but it lasted for a month. a month Yonghoon ! i'm hurt. it feels like you don't love me anymore....". you continued before pausing for a while as your cries echoed in the living room.

Yonghoon only stood there, his face a bit shocked. but even after a few moments, he didn't reply nor deny your words.

you looked at him with a sad smile and chuckled before shaking your head.

" i cleared my stuffs bit by bit , to help you forget about me slowly. so you won't get hurt. so you don't have to go through what i had to... i deleted my contact, so that you won't be hurt if you accidentally see my name. im just , trying to delete my life out of yours, so that you won't be in pain.". .

you swallowed your saliva forcefully as you reached your hands out to hold his cold ones for the last time.

"thank you for loving me these past 3 years , Yonghoon. thank you for all the great memories. thank you for everything. but i think it is finally time for us to separate. goodbye love. goodbye my first love..".

you squeezed his hands before leaving him alone as you walked out of his house. not once turning back.

Yonghoon stared at your back walking away. his voice stuck in his throat. he wanted to call your name out again, but instead , he only managed a sad sob.

Yonghoon slowly sat down and pulled his knees to his chest as loud sobs started filling his now empty house.

it hurt him.

in those 2 months of not seeing each other as much, Yonghoon suddenly started doubting his feelings for you .

he didn't know how it started. Yonghoon just started feeling empty everytime you texted. everytime you called.

Yonghoon thought loving you for these 3 years will lead him to love you forever... but his heart just didn't beat as fast as the first time he talked to you.

he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Yonghoon tried figuring out himself this past month. he tried to treat you as usual, but he felt fake.

Yonghoon didn't want to lie to himself. he didn't want to give you high hopes .

the day he thought he finally understood himself , you decided to leave him for good.

it hurt him that he hurt you.

Yonghoon didn't realise how selfish he was . he wanted to figure himself out but he was hurting you.

all these while, he thought you were just going to think of the good memories. but he didn't realise , he was actually giving you painful memories too.

it was scary. love .

just when you think you'll love someone forever , just when you think someone will love you forever,

the love fades.

after leaving him , you didn't even try to get updates about Yonghoon or his life.

your parents knew about what happened and respected your decision to move away from that small yet precious neighbourhood.

you ultimately decided that it was best for you to leave that place to clear your mind.

you planned to take care of the new branch of your mother's flower shop at the other neighbourhood.

you asked your parents to never tell Yonghoon about your whereabouts if he ever asks. you doubt it though. he didn't care about you anymore, right ?

~

your long train of thoughts was interrupted with a gentle pat on your head.

"hey babe, i'm done buying my books! oh--- why are you crying ?". your fiance, Jongin, cut his own sentence when he saw your face covered with tears.

you jumped in surprise and quickly wiped your face with the sleeves of your hoodie.

"ahh i just thought of some things... don't worry...". you replied softly.

Jongin gave a cute smile and ruffled your hair.

"you know you can always tell me your troubles. hmm what do you want to eat for dinner?".

you grinned at Jongin's words and hummed before answering, " i feel like eating jjapaghetti and spicy sausages tonight.".

Jongin raised eyebrow and chuckled before wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked to the nearest convenience store.

"i thought you didn't like jjapaghetti?". Jongin asked in a confused tone.

you scrunched up your nose at his cuteness.

"it's not that i don't like it... i just don't feel like eating it most of time. but this time i really crave for some good jjapaghetti!". you replied cutely.

Jongin giggled at your response and pinched your cheeks . "alright,, we'll eat some jjapaghetti then!".

~

you were glad Yonghoon was living his life happily with his new love.

you didn't want to be selfish , but you hoped he still remembered your happy memories together after all these while.

.

indeed , no matter how much you've moved on, despite the fact that you're already in love with someone else ,

your first love will always have a special place in your heart.

.

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a/n : hope you guys liked this fic for our angel Yonghoon💕 ngl , i cried ¾ of the time while writing this 🤡

[sebby-likes-stories]

Welp. Gabriel and Doreen, I think. Originally, they are also the ones representing Hunter's innocence, along with Runa--but eventually, Runa has had more... active role, within the family, compared to them two.

Beside the "innocence" part, Gabriel supposed to represent Hunter's intellectual side--the part of Hunter that finds joy in learning new things and dive deep to study the wonders of the world.

Doreen, meanwhile that, represent a kind of grace and quiet resilient. One word that has been associated with her is "Faith". She might be quiet and soft spoken, but she is also strong and steadfast. (Plus, she is just so good at working around the house--cooking, baking, cleaning, sewing...)

Now, the three things to give...

Favorite color:

Gabriel often been given a light blue as his "color" but if asked what his favorite color would be... After thinking about it for a while, I think he would, indeed, loves soft colors--ones with low saturation and high value (brightness). But which hue he likes most? Surprisingly, I thought up of beige. The soft, creamy color has something both warm and classy in it, and I think Gabby would adore it.

Doreen, meanwhile that, often been given the color red in association with her--because of her long red mane and brownish-garnet eyes. But... I still don't think she has any favorite color. Once upon a time, Hunter came to her to discuss what kind of color scheme she would like to decorate her room with, and Doreen really had no preference. Perhaps it's her indiscriminate trait, or her humble background...

Favorite animal:

Gabriel... wouldn't have a favorite animal, I think--but just because it will be too hard for him to choose just one. Being a boy with thirst for wide array of knowledge, I think he will find each animal as having something fascinating about them. None are less or more intriguing than the other--and they only become more intriguing when we talk about their relationship with the humans and the environment. Although, well... he's still an indoor type of kid. But I imagine if he were to go out to camp, he would get used to it pretty soon and bask in the glory of nature.

Doreen meanwhile that... might say that she likes any kind of animal that could help around the house. Cats could catch mice, and dogs could deter intruders to some extent. Farm animals are useful for obvious reasons for being food source, and some of them could actually work to plow the field (like bull) or to pull carriage (horses). But--I got this image and can't shake it off--of how adorable yet graceful she would look, sitting down and petting a bunny.

Favorite food!

O boy, now this one is interesting, and also a bit hard. So, let's see...

One thing I'm pretty confident about, is that Gabriel wouldn't be so fond of spicy food. How about other food with strong taste? Salty? Sour? I don't think he would mind eating them--except a food is over-seasoned, he wouldn't throw them up (lol). I don't think he would have special fondness of sweets either. They are good, some amount of sugar could help sometimes, but it's not like they're his absolute favorite... I have an odd thought, though, of a dish my sister once cooked for me. It wasn't spinach, but kinda like it... but she cooked it in batter and dip fried it--so it has leafy taste, but also crispy, and she also added some seasoning with umami flavor. I somehow think Gabriel would enjoy it--because it's a little crispy outside, and soft and chewy inside, the umami makes the leafy taste isn't as strong, but it's still there too. So. I guess we can say that Gabby still has a world of cuisine to explore.

Doreen, meanwhile that... I don't think she will have favorite food either. Doreen is a good cook, but I'm not sure if she has a preferred way of cooking. I think instead, that how she cook will adjust to the preference of the ones she is cooking for. If she's cooking for Elly for example, she will add a bit more salt and pepper into the food. If she cooks for Hunter, perhaps she will add just a pinch of sugar or a little soy sauce atop the salty taste, using cheese and/or butter when she could. Then, what about when she cooks for herself? I think Doreen would just cook something simple, with mild spice or seasoning just enough to keep the cooking from being bland.

Stop what you're doing! Which OC is the most underdeveloped right now?

Give them a favourite colour, favourite animal, and favourite food right now!