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jasper-tarot-reader · 5 months ago

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Neopets/Skyrim Tarot: Queen & King of Cups

In the Skyrim Tarot, the Suit of Cups is instead depicted as the Suit of Voice. Refer to this post for my broader Minor Arcana suit complaints.

It's just now occurred to me that I didn't provide an actual overview of what the cards in the Cups suit mean, much less go into the Ace, Six, Page, and Knight. My bad, y'all. Let's pick back up the right way with the Queen and King of Cups.

These are the rulers of the Suit of Cups and the Court of Water. They are full embodiments of mastery over everything that the Cups suit represents - interpersonal relationships, emotions, healing, fluidity, and connections. Plenty of people call water a feminine element but I think that's stupid. The Queen embodies inner mastery, while the King embodies external mastery. This is typically depicted as the Queen being compassionate and emotionally stable, while the King is diplomatic and emotionally balanced.

As we go through this, we'll first compare the two Queens, then the Kings will come later in the post.

The Soup Faerie is a Faerie best known by her chosen duty - creating a giant pot of magical soup every day for the poorest of Neopia's Neopets. She lives in Neopia Central and is absolutely dutiful - the only thing that stopped her from doing her work was being turned to stone during the Faeries' Ruin. The moment she was out, she got back to work. She is the embodiment of getting the job done and building one's community. She's also one of the few Faeries depicted as wearing pants instead of skirts or a dress, which is neat.

I can think of no better Neopian to embody the Queen of Cups than the Soup Faerie. She is out here, unbothered by most things, focusing on her work and occasionally tapping some Neopians for help with a quest to get particular items. She's great, I love her.

Kyne. Kaan. Sister Hawk. Goddess of the Storm. Widow of Shor. The Blessed Warrior-Wife. The Mother of Men and Beasts. The Kiss at the End. One of the Hearth Gods and chief of the Nordic pantheon since Shor's death. The one who spoke to Paarthurnax and convinced him to teach the Thu'um to the ancient Nords so they could free themselves from their draconic rulers.

While many refer to Kyne and Kynareth as one and the same, particularly in places like Whiterun circa 4E 201, Nords who still follow older versions of their religion consider Kynareth a pale shadow of Kyne. While Mara has the status of Mother-Goddess of the Empire, she is the handmaiden of Kyne to the Nords. (Not that it's a bad thing - being a handmaiden of a goddess, even as another goddess, is a lot of work!) It's very fascinating to me that the deck specifically says Kyne rather than Kynareth, which I think is neat.

While I, personally, would have made the Voice suit not exist into the Court of Air suit rather than the Court of Water, I'm going to grit my teeth and accept that we have this. Kyne as the Queen of this suit makes perfect sense, and I'm always happy to see deities in this series get noticed.

The Tiki Tack Man is a...something...who lives in Mystery Island. Like Dr. Sloth, no one knows what the Tiki Tack Man is, as he always wears a mask (even when he was being mind controlled that one time, it was swapped with a different mask). He runs the always-free Tombola and supports local artisans by selling their wares at his shop or giving them away as Tombola prizes. The guidebook also points out that we don't know where he comes from or how old he is. When asked, the Neopets team just says that he's not a Faerie or a Neopet, he's the owner of the Tiki Tack Tombola.

A key aspect of the King of Cups is that he probably gives the best hugs. The Tiki Tack Man embodies that entirely.

We've talked briefly about Jurgen Windcaller because his horn is depicted as the pips for the Voice suit. Jurgen Windcaller, later known as Jurgen the Calm, was a Nord warrior from the First Era who had one of the most powerful Voices of all, but after getting his ass thoroughly beat by the Tribunal during the Dwemer-Chimer Battle of Red Mountain, he realized that fighting was just going to be a bitch forever because the Nords had become just as arrogant as the dragons and misused the Thu'um, so he discovered the Way of the Voice and founded the Greybeards for the glory and worship of the gods. (Though, interestingly, he himself is never depicted with a grey beard. Guess he has a really good dye job and skincare routine. Also fucking today I learned that the Greybeards really are spelled like an E like I originally thought instead of the gray-with-an-A way. Fucking hell.) Anyway, once Jurgen finally died, he was buried at Ustengrav and was later seen in Sovngarde by the Dragonborn.

Since this suit is the Suit of Voice, it makes perfect sense that he is the King. And he is both a notable character in the lore as well as a character whose influence is felt strongly in the Skyrim main quest, so he makes sense as the King of Voice.

#jasper post #discussions with jasper #neopets tarot #skyrim tarot

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ashish2345 · 2 months ago

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Why a 3-Litre Pressure Cooker Is Perfect for Singles and Couples

When it comes to choosing the right pressure cooker, size matters��and for singles and couples, the 3-litre pressure cooker hits the sweet spot. Compact, efficient, and surprisingly versatile, it’s designed to meet the everyday cooking needs of a one or two-person household without taking up unnecessary space, energy, or effort.

Whether you live in a studio apartment, share a home with a partner, or simply don’t need to cook for a crowd, a 3-litre pressure cooker can simplify your life, reduce food waste, and save you a ton of time in the kitchen. Let’s explore exactly why this small but mighty appliance is perfect for individuals and couples alike.

The Ideal Size for Daily Meals

A 3-litre pressure cooker is built to prepare 2–3 servings of food comfortably, which is just right for:

A single person looking to cook once and eat twice

A couple making fresh, portion-controlled meals

Anyone who prefers cooking in small batches

With a total capacity of 3 litres, the actual usable volume for pressure cooking is about 2 litres for most foods (due to safety limits), and 1.5 litres for items that foam or expand, like dal or beans. This translates to:

1 to 1.5 cups of dry rice or grains

2 to 3 medium-sized potatoes

Up to 4 eggs

A small curry for 2

1 cup of dry lentils or half a cup of dry beans

It’s just enough to feed one or two people comfortably—without extra leftovers crowding your fridge or going to waste.

Saves Time, Energy, and Effort

One of the most attractive benefits of the 3-litre size is its efficiency. Compared to larger models, a small cooker:

Heats up and builds pressure faster

Uses less energy (gas or electric)

Cools down and releases pressure more quickly

Cleans up faster due to smaller surface area

This means you can go from raw ingredients to a hot meal in under 30 minutes in many cases—perfect for lunch breaks, post-work dinners, or quick weekend cooking.

Ideal for Compact Kitchens

Many people living in urban areas, shared housing, or smaller homes deal with limited kitchen space. A 3-litre pressure cooker is:

Small enough to fit in a kitchen cabinet or on a shelf

Lightweight and easy to move or store

Less bulky on the stovetop

Easy to pack if you ever need to take it to another location (perfect for hostels, dorms, or travel)

If your kitchen is tiny—or you’re just tired of oversized appliances taking over your counter—this size cooker is your best friend.

Encourages Healthy, Home-Cooked Meals

For singles and couples, it can be tempting to eat out or order takeout, especially when cooking for one or two feels like more trouble than it’s worth. But a 3-litre pressure cooker makes healthy cooking almost effortless:

Toss in a handful of ingredients, lock the lid, and let it cook in minutes

Make everything from dal and rice to soups, curries, and steamed veggies

Use less oil and preserve more nutrients than other cooking methods

Easily batch-cook simple meals and refrigerate or freeze portions

With a tool like this, the barrier to cooking drops dramatically—even on your busiest days.

Great for Meal Prep (Without the Bulk)

You don’t need a massive pot to meal prep effectively. A 3-litre pressure cooker lets you:

Cook enough rice or lentils for a few days

Make a small curry to stretch across two meals

Boil eggs or steam veggies for salads and wraps

Simmer a batch of soup or broth to enjoy over the week

For those who prefer variety or dislike eating the same meal repeatedly, this size is ideal. Instead of prepping one giant dish, you can prep two or three smaller ones—more flexibility and fewer leftovers.

Budget-Friendly and Economical

Smaller cookers are generally more affordable to purchase and more economical to use. The 3-litre pressure cooker saves you money in several ways:

Lower cost than larger models

Reduced gas or electricity usage

Encourages less food waste due to better portion control

Makes it easier to cook dried legumes or grains (cheaper than canned/packaged foods)

For students, young professionals, or newlyweds just setting up a kitchen, it’s a smart, cost-effective investment.

Versatile Cooking in a Single Pot

Don’t be fooled by its size—this compact cooker is incredibly versatile. You can use it to prepare:

Rice and pilafs

Dals and lentils

Curries and stews

Vegetable sabzis

Soups and stocks

Boiled eggs

Kheers, halwas, and even steamed cakes

Add a steamer insert or stackable containers, and you can cook two things at once—for example, rice at the bottom and dal on top. It’s a complete, one-pot cooking solution for most of your daily meals.

Perfect for Experimenting and Learning

If you're new to cooking or pressure cookers, the 3-litre model is unintimidating and beginner-friendly. It:

Takes less time to test recipes

Makes smaller portions (ideal for learning without wasting food)

Allows quicker retries if something doesn’t turn out perfectly

This makes it ideal for students, newlyweds, or anyone just getting into home cooking.

Real-Life Scenarios Where It Shines

Busy professionals: Get dinner on the table in under 30 minutes—dal, rice, or curry, all cooked quickly. Young couples: Cook once, eat twice. Save time and energy after long workdays. Students in hostels or apartments: Compact enough to fit into tight spaces and handle meals like maggi, rajma, or pulao. Health-focused individuals: Prepare simple, wholesome meals like khichdi, soup, or steamed veggies with minimal fuss.

Final Thoughts

In a world where time, space, and energy are at a premium, the 3-litre pressure cooker is an incredibly smart choice for singles and couples. It’s compact without being limiting, efficient without sacrificing flavor, and capable of producing nearly every type of home-cooked meal you’d want.

Whether you're cooking daily meals, meal prepping, or just learning your way around a kitchen, this size gives you the flexibility to cook smart, eat well, and clean up fast.

So if you're standing in the appliance aisle or browsing online, wondering if the 3-litre pressure cooker is "big enough"—rest assured, it's more than enough. Small, yes—but mighty, absolutely.

#3-litre pressure cooker

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zenasflower · 2 years ago

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Flowers That Make You Feel Loved

Whether you're admiring them in a garden or giving them as a gift, flowers have the power to bring a smile to your face and make you feel loved.

They can also have a positive impact on your mood and stress levels. So next time you're feeling down, why not try adding some beautiful flowers to your home?

Dahlia 'White Perfection'

Dahlia 'White Perfection flowers' is a beautiful Dinner Plate dahlia that produces huge blooms up to 25cm in diameter. It's a fantastic choice for a garden border or patio pots and containers.

This elegant variety features giant flower heads that are crisp white with glowing yellow centres. It would add a wonderful light and vibrancy to any planting scheme.

These dahlias are an excellent addition to a mixed planting of flowers and will look stunning planted alongside lilies or gladioli. They also make an outstanding cut flower that will last up to a week in the vase.

The sheer number of dahlia varieties available means that you're bound to find one to suit your needs. Some are multi-colored, featuring stripes and two-toned petals. Others are chimeras, which feature cells of two different genetic make-ups that are intermixed.

Chives 'Pink Perfection'

Allium schoenoprasum, also known as chives, is a perennial herb with dark green foliage and attractive pale lavender flowers. Both the leaves and flowers are edible and provide a mild onion flavor to dishes.

In spring, chive plants send up hollow flower stalks called scapes. At the end of each scape, a tight lavender bud develops into a blossom.

Garlic chives (Allium tuberosum), also known as Chinese chives, are grown for their mild onion flavor. They are native to China, and have been cultivated as a culinary ingredient for thousands of years.

They can be eaten raw, pickled, deep-fried, or added to dips and spreads. They also add a pop of color and mild onion flavor to baked potatoes, soups, and salads.

They can also be used in omelets, scrambled eggs, stir-fries and noodle dishes. They are also a popular ingredient in Cantonese cuisine. Yellow chives are available yearround, and can be found in markets, grocery stores, and distributors.

Indian Root

The Indian Root (Medeola virginiana) is a native wildflower that blooms in late May and June, depending on the weather. It grows in moist woodlands throughout the Adirondack Mountains of New York State.

The flower is a greenish yellow with brown or purple stripes. In the fall it is replaced by bright red shiny berries that stand out against the leaves.

It is a low growing perennial herb that will grow to a height of 20 to 26 inches. It has three large leaves that grow together at the top of the stem.

The one tier foliage of this plant resembles that of the Starflower, although it has parallel veins rather than pinnate ones. It is a popular herb in Ayurvedic medicine. It is a good source of vitamins A, B, C and potassium. It is also a good source of protein. It should be used sparingly as it can cause nausea and gripping pains in the bowels when consumed in high doses.

Desert Willow

The Desert Willow is an incredibly versatile, easy to grow shrub that can provide color and fragrance in your landscape, as well as wildlife habitat and shade. It also is a natural erosion control plant that grows along ephemeral streams and washes.

It can be planted in almost any garden space, and will thrive even if you live in a very arid zone or have limited water resources. The only thing it needs is water and minimal pruning for a vigorous, low-maintenance, set-it-and-forget-it plant.

It has been a popular landscaping tree for ages and has an extensive collection of named cultivars that vary in flower production, leaf form and branching characteristics. Choose a cultivar that produces blooms in the color and intensity you are looking for.

#Perfection flowers

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quirkless-accident · 3 years ago

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A bnha/dp request if you're taking:

Yamada brings home a cool thermos from the thrift store because the ones Aizawa takes on patrol keep getting damaged. Neither of them expect a boy to come out of it.

(Authors choice how long he's been in there)

It started with a small, black thermos.

It was a simple, dinged up thing that Shouta had gotten from a thrift store. There was a cat sticker on it that Hizashi had stuck over the dent to make it less noticeable. It was arguably the one that lasted him the longest, until he lost it to a small-time villain with a magnet quirk.

He lost a good thermos, and good soup that day.

The next one he got was a bright, hideous yellow one that had been a gift from Hizashi. It lasted him a week before it was knocked out of his hands and crumpled beyond repair during a training exercise from his second year students. Needless to say, their training had been especially hard that day.

The blue one after that lasted a month before he just straight up lost it.

And Hizashi, bless his heart, was at his wits end.

So Shouta isn't surprised when his husband walks in with a giant, clunky thermos that clashes with everything he's ever worn. And considering his wardrobe is a collection of mostly blacks and greys is pretty impressive.

"The guy at the thrift store said this one was basically indestructible," Hizashi told him. "He dropped a box of hammers on it and it didn't even dent. It should last you for at least a month. Think you can handle it?" His voice lifts in a teasing way that has Shouta rolling his eyes and snatching the thermos from his hands.

"Thank you, 'Zashi," he says, placing a kiss on his husband's cheek. He stand up and walks to the kitchen, Hizashi at his heels. There's a fresh pot of coffee that has his name written all over it.

Until it doesn't.

It's just a thermos. A regular, ancient, beat up thermos.

So why does a glowing kid and a stout little blue guy in overalls tumble out?

"The Box Ghost is finally free!" The blue one yells triumphantly. The kid with white hair blasts him with some kind of green energy beam from his hand before snatching the thermos from Shouta. He presses a button on the outside and the Box Ghost is quickly sucked back in. He caps it quickly, and turns to the pro heroes. Hizashi's jaw is on the floor, and if Shouta wasn't usually so stoic, he wouldn't be far behind.

"What the fuck just happened?" Hizashi asked.

"It couldn't have waited till I started my patrol?" Shouta grumbles, taking a step forward.

The kid had white hair, toxic green eyes, and a splash of freckles across his cheeks. He was incredibly pale, and judging from the temperature drop, incredibly cold.

"Sorry about the disturbance," the kid says in near perfect Japanese. Which, considering his very European features, was unexpected.

"Who are you?" Shouta asks.

"I'm Phantom," the boy shrugs. "Though I'm not from around these parts. It's probably why you haven't heard of me."

"I can't think of anybody named Phantom anywhere," Hizashi said. Between the two of them, he was the one that kept up with up-and-coming heroes from other countries just in case they had to work together or if he miraculously got them on his radio show one day. Since he was fluent in three languages it would be pretty easy to do in theory.

"Where are you from?" Shouta asks.

"Uh, Amity Park. It's in America," Phantom says. He pulls his legs up to sit cross legged in the air, and Hizashi's eyes go wide.

"How are you doing that?" Shouta asks. Phantom looks down at his legs as if he wasn't sitting in the middle of the air. He shouldn't be able to do that. He had green blasts that came from his hands. How many quirks did this kid have?

"Uh, I don't know. I just do? It's kind of like-well you don't think about breathing. You just do it. It's kind of the same thing with flying for me."

"No, I mean-you already have a different quirk. With your hands. So how are you doing that?"

"I don't understand-what's a quirk?"

If it wasn't for the genuine confusion on the boy's face, Shouta would have thrown his capture scarf around him and hauled him to the station for wasting his time. But there wasn't any kind of deception in those bright, unearthly green eyes.

"...Kid," Hizashi asked, a frown tugging at his lips. His brows creased together with worry. "How long were you in that thermos?"

Shouta wasn't surprised that his husband had caught onto that faster than he had. Hizashi has always been smarter than people give him credit for. But...It's been over two hundred years since the start of quirks. Has this kid really been in there that long?

"Uh...I don't know. A few days? What's the date?" He looked even more confused now.

"Kid, it's 22xx," Shouta answers. The boy's eyes go wide with a melting pot of emotions. Fear. Anguish. Grief. Worry. They all flash in his eyes in a split second, before settling on denial.

"What? No-there's no way. I-I have school tomorrow. I was supposed to meet up with-with my friends and go to the arcade. There's-there's no way. You're just-you're pulling my leg with all this time travel and quirk bullshit. And you never even answered my question."

"A quirk," Shouta starts, low and calming, "is what we as a society call powers. Eighty percent of the world's population have them. I can temporarily erase someone's quirk. Hizashi let's out a sonic attack when he yells."

"Prove it," Phantom says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because-because nobody but me has any powers. And-And I'm not even supposed to have them. I'm an accident. So-so just prove it."

Shouta and Hizashi just share a look, but eventually comply. Without warning, Shouta activates his quirk on Phantom. His eyes are glowing and his hair has lifted, but...Nothing happens. Phantom is still sitting there, cross legged in the air with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow.

"Why isn't my quirk working on you?" He asked, more to himself than anybody.

"Because I don't have a quirk," Phantom tells him. "There's-okay. If humans have evolved this much in two hundred years, there's got to be a biological component. But since I'm from before quirks started popping up, I don't have that biological component that you can block or erase or whatever. Or there are certain limitations to your quirk that prevent it from working on me."

And. Okay. Neither of them were expecting that kind of on-the-fly analysis from the kid. He was evidently incredibly smart.

"The only people my quirk doesn't work on are those who have mutation quirks," Shouta explains. "If someone has four arms, if I activate my quirk on them the extra two won't go away."

"Oh, that makes sense, then. I've got, like, an extra organ that produces my ghost powers. But what about him?" Phantom gestured to Hizashi.

"Unless you want your eardrums busted I suggest not," Shouta said, pulling out his phone. "But here's one of the number two hero in the country."

He turned his phone to Phantom, showing him the news clip of Endeavor battling some huge villains. Phantom frowned.

"Okay," Phantom said.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Kid, for just finding out that you're two hundred years away from where you're supposed to be you sure are calm."

"There's...Not a lot of options for me," Phantom told them. He spoke slowly, as if talking would suddenly make ideas and theories appear in his head. "I could try and get back to the Ghost Zone. I'm friends with Clockwork and he could send me back in time to where I'm supposed to be. But I would need a way to get to the Zone. And that's on the hunch that he might help-which, considering it would probably effect the timeline, it's highly unlikely he will. Or he'll give me some cryptic bullshit about following my heart or some shit. As if I didn't already have a fucking life before being stuck in this dumb thermos for a couple centuries."

"What are the other options?" Hizashi asked.

"I stay here, in this world," Phantom shrugged. "I..." his voice cracks, a quiet, broken sound that both pros almost can't hear. "I start over. I figure out what the fuck is going on in this world. Be a hero or an astronaut or something. Forget I ever had a past life in Amity."

"Well, let's not give up hope. I'm sure there's a way to talk to this Clock guy-"

"-there is but there's no way to get to him. I'd have to build another portal from scratch and I don't have the blueprints. So unless a natural portal conveniently shows up, I'm stuck here."

"Well," Shouta says, stepping forward. He places a hand on Phantom's shoulder. "Since you're stuck here, you can stay with us. We can work out some way to get you home-or at least find a way to get you answers. In the mean time, we can get you proper papers and catch you up to speed. Does that sound good?"

"It's not like I have much of a choice," Phantom says. He uncrosses his legs and places his feet firmly back on the ground. It's in this moment, that he looks absolutely exhausted. His shoulders are slumped and there are terrible bags under his eyes. Like he's been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He's from a time where quirks didn't exist. But he still had power.

He was the only hero in the whole world.

Shouta can't imagine how fast this kid has had to grow up. And he doesn't even look sixteen.

"I'm sorry, kid," Shouta sighs. "I can't imagine how hard this is for you right now."

"It's-it's not a big deal," Phantom shrugs in a way that says the opposite. "Anyway, if I'm going to be staying with you-and since super powers are normal-I gotta show you something."

He takes a step away from them both, and lets two white rings split him at the waste and travel up and down his body. When they disappear, he's got raven locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing baggy clothes that hang off of his thin frame. Whether it was from unfortunate circumstances or just the style two hundred years ago, he wasn't sure. He doesn't have time to think about it. Not when Phantom is taking a step forward, his hand outstretched.

"Hi. My name is Danny Fenton. It's nice to meet you."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #hizashi yamada #present mic #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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girls-scenarios · 3 years ago

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Twice’s Reaction to their S/O Surprising Them After Training All Day

Prompt: Can i ask you a reaction where Twice where they spend all day training for an event and their love one surprice them at home with a comfy dinner

A/N: Soooo I had COVID. Thankfully it looks like my vaccine is keeping the worst away for now but since I have so much time at home right now, I figured I would try and write some things for you guys. I hope you all enjoy and stay safe out there! - Admin Kiwi

Jihyo: “Awe, this is so sweet.” Jihyo would be pretty drained after a long day of practicing for an upcoming event. As the leader, she felt it was her responsibility to make sure everything was perfect, even if that meant practicing harder and staying later to go over things with her managers and choreographers. By the time she stumbled in the door, she was starving and so tired she thought about laying down on the floor right there. She had been expecting to come home to a dark apartment, since she had stayed into the early hours of the morning, but instead she was greeted with your soft smile and gentle hands, and the wonderful smell of her favorite meal. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming as she let you help her out of her jacket, but when you guided her into the kitchen, chiding her for overworking herself, she realized this was all real. Her favorite meal was on the table, and as she sat down, you massaged her shoulders, asking how her day was. Instead of answering right away, she leaned back and gave you a tired, fond smile, suddenly so content with her life she wouldn’t change a thing. “I’m so glad I moved in with you.”

Nayeon: “Oh, this is just what I needed! You’re the best.” Work had been nonstop recently, and Nayeon was kind of over it. Sure, she loved being an idol, but after yet another day of endless training for an event she couldn’t even remember the name of, she found herself questioning her choice of career. When was the last time she’d eaten anything other than quick snacks between dances? She couldn’t really remember. Exhausted, she pressed her forehead against the car window and let the cool glass lull her into a fitful nap as she was finally driven home. When she woke up, she thanked the driver and stumbled her way up to her apartment, thinking of nothing more than her bed, but when she opened the door, she was surprised to hear the faint sound of music and find the smell of food wafting through the room. Suddenly curious, she kicked off her shoes and made her way to the kitchen, where she found you softly singing as you stirred a giant pot of soup on the stove. When you heard her walk in, you turned and smiled, walking over to wrap her in your arms and give her a kiss that she sank into. “Is that for me?” She asked hopefully, looking over at the stove, and you laughed, nodding. “For you. I made it with ingredients to give you strength for your event tomorrow. Here, sit down and I’ll feed you.” Fondness flowed over her, and she reached up to give you another kiss before you went to the stove. “God, I love you.” “I love you too, Nayeon.”

Jeongyeon: “All of this is for me? You didn’t have to....” Jeongyeon would spend the entire day just wanting to go home. For days, her schedule had been packed with one performance after another, and then the one day they didn’t have a performance was spent practicing for a big event that she couldn’t even remember the name of. After a blur of changed choreography and outfit checks, she finally found herself slowly unlocking her front door, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion. What time was it? She couldn’t remember as she stepped inside and kicked off her shoes with a yawn, not even noticing that the lights were still on until she heard you ask her how her day was from the kitchen. Blinking, she cleared her throat and responded that she was tired as she trudged further inside, only to freeze when she reached the kitchen. The light was warm, and you were placing a plate down onto the table as you looked up to smile at her. “What’s this?” “I thought you would need a meal after everything,�� you responded, and she breathed in, appreciating the wonderful smell for the first time. There was a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table with a little card that had her name written on it, and she blinked away sleepy tears, overwhelmed with affection. “I don’t deserve you,” she said, and you wrapped her in a tight hug, kissing her forehead. “Yes you do. Now let me serve you, you’ve had a long day and you deserve it.”

Sana: “Oh my god, you’re the best. I love you so much!” Sana usually has a pretty endless flow of energy, but it was finally running out as she went over the same choreography again and again, her eyes blurring as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. How long had she been in this practice room? She couldn’t really remember, especially since she was pretty sure she’d only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before. She was just thankful that her body remembered the moves on its own, because her mind was far away, daydreaming about her soft bed and a warm meal. When practice was finally over, she hardly registered anything going on around her, just happy to finally be able to get some rest. Maybe she would be able to get in some cuddles if you were still awake. She wasn’t expecting to come home to the lights on, though, and that snapped her out of her daze as she stepped inside, curiosity waking her up a bit. “(Y/N)?” “In here,” you called from the kitchen, and her stomach grumbled as she caught the smell of her favorite food. That put some speed into her step as she went to the kitchen, a smile spreading over her face. “Is that what I think it is?” She asked excitedly, and you laughed, nodding. Now her energy was back, and she skipped over to give you a tight hug. Just as she thought, being home was just what she needed to feel better.

Momo: “I’m going to eat everything.” Momo usually had no problem keeping up with the sheer amount of practices and performances the group had to do, but today she was feeling exhausted. She couldn’t remember the last time the group had gotten a break, and now preparation for a big event was keeping them in the practice room for much longer than she thought it would. Her muscles ached and no matter how many snacks she ate, she was still hungry. Was she overworking her body? She was pretty sure she was, but she had no choice. Somehow, she powered through the day, and after finally perfecting the choreography, she couldn’t wait to get home. She was planning on heating up one of the frozen meals she’d bought recently, but instead she was surprised to walk into the apartment and find it still alive and full of the smell of something delicious. Immediately, she kicked off her shoes and rushed into the kitchen, her mouth watering. You were standing by the table, arranging a huge amount of food, and her stomach grumbled, revealing her presence. You laughed as you looked up at her. “Hungry?” “Starving,” she answered truthfully, finding herself smiling as well as she walked over to the table. “Is this all for me?” “Well, some of it’s for me,” you said, leaning in to give her a sweet kiss. “But yes, it is. I figured you’d be hungry with all the practicing and exercising you’ve been doing.” She grinned, her worries from the day fading away and being replaced by overwhelming love. “You know me so well.”

Mina: “I really wasn’t expecting this. Thank you.” Practice was always exhausting for Mina, but today it felt worse than usual. There was so much to change about the choreography last minute to fit the stage, and they were doing a special performance of a song they’d never done before, so the pressure was almost overwhelming. It was nearing midnight when she finally got to stumble into the back of her managers car and almost immediately fall asleep for a short nap. The next thing she knew, her manager was shaking her awake, gently telling her that she was home. Groggily, she thanked him for his hard work and climbed out, yawning as she headed up the stairs to her apartment. To her surprise, she noticed a light on in the window. What were you doing up so late? As soon as she stepped inside, the smell of food answered her question, and she immediately felt her mouth start to water as you poked your head around the counter and greeted her. “Welcome home. I made your favorite since I knew you wouldn’t be able to each much today.” A smile made its way onto her lips as she slipped out of her shoes and coat and into your arms instead, resting her head on your shoulder. She was still tired, of course, but her heart felt full as you held her in your arms, gently stroking her hair. “Mina? Is everything okay?” “Yes. I’d like to stay like this for a little longer, though.”

Dahyun: “Wow, how did I get so lucky with you?” Dahyun sometimes felt like all she did was work. If she wasn’t practicing, she was promoting and performing. It had gotten to the point that she was pretty used to it, so an entire day of practice for an event didn’t come as a surprise to her. Instead, she just took a deep breath and put on a smile, even though she was still tired from their last rounds of promotion. This was her job, after all, so she did her best, repeating dance moves and lines until they were second nature. But by the time the managers finally told them it was time to go home after midnight, her smile was weak, and all she could think of was how early she would have to be up in the morning. Her body ached and her eyelids felt heavy, and she found herself drifting in and out of sleep in the passenger seat on the drive home. When was the last time she’d felt this exhausted? Finally, her manager told her she was home, and she groggily thanked them and made her way up to her apartment, still half asleep. She was shocked awake when she opened the door and was greeted with lights and the smell of food, though. Her eyes widened as she heard you call her name. “(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” She asked as she headed further inside to see you placing a plate on the table, a sweet smile on your face. “I thought you would be hungry after all that practice. Eat while I get a hot bath going for you,” you said as you finished setting up her plate and walked over to take her bag. Her eyes welled up with tears as she turned to you with a thankful smile. “You’re seriously the best. I love you so much.” You smiled back and gave her a quick kiss that sent a wave of affection through her. “And I love you too.”

Chaeyoung: “You! I’m going to do something great for you next time, just you wait!” If Chaeyoung was honest with herself, she’d been tired since the beginning of the week. It was festival season, and although she was thankful for all the love the group got, having to perform day after day at so many events was exhausting. And now, their one free day was being taken up by practice for yet another event, one bigger than all the others. She hadn’t caught the name (she’d been too tired to care) but she could tell it was important if they were doing special performances instead of just doing their usual songs. Thankfully, her body was moving on auto-pilot, because her mind was far away, daydreaming about her warm bed and food that didn’t come from a package. By the time she was walking up to her apartment, half-humming along to their latest song with heavy eyelids, she was so tired she didn’t notice that the lights were on. So when she stepped inside to see you walking towards her, she jumped in surprise. “(Y/N), why are you up?” You laughed, walking over to take her bag and give her a kiss. “Can I not wait up to see my girlfriend?” “But it’s so late,” she countered, and you just shrugged. “I don’t mind. Come on, aren’t you hungry? I made dinner, so you should eat.” It was then that she registered the smell of food and let you lead her into the kitchen, where a plate was already on the table for her. A smile came over her face and she turned to you, once again bright despite her exhaustion. “(Y/N)! You did all this for me?” “I thought you might need something to eat after such a long day.” She threw her arms around your shoulders and kissed you fiercely, until neither of you could breathe. “Just you wait,” she said breathlessly, a twinkle in her eye. “I’ll get you back for this.” You just grinned and kissed her on the nose. “I can’t wait.”

Tzuyu: “Hey. I love you.” Tzuyu isn’t someone who complains much. Instead, she keeps her head down and quietly does what she has to. But today she really felt like complaining. Her entire body hurt from how much they’d been practicing, she had barely slept, and the managers would not shut up about how important this event was, which felt strange to her considering it was just a college thing. But still, she didn’t complain, putting her head down and keeping her exhaustion to herself as she followed the changes in choreography. By the time it was over, she was grumpy and just wanted to go home, slipping away before anyone to catch her to go over anything else. Her warm bed was waiting, after all. She wasn’t expecting you to still be awake, so she paused in the doorway when she saw the lights were on and heard you call for her before closing the door behind her and wandering inside. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing in the kitchen, humming as you filled a bowl with food. “I figured you’d be hungry when you got home,” you said, turning your head to smile at her over your shoulder. “How was your day?” For a moment she felt overwhelmed with love and affection, all of the grumpiness and annoyance from the day slipping away as she took a deep breath. Then, instead of replying, she stated that she loved you. Since she didn’t say it often, you flushed and let out a flustered laugh, turning to face her. “What was that for?” With a soft smile, she shrugged, walking over to pull you into a tight hug. “Just felt right. What’s for dinner?”

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noodle-slurp · 3 years ago

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Hi, yes, can i interest you in part 2 of the thing? Figured i may as well spend my time on the bus doing SOMETHING.

Sorry idk how to add readmores anymore, especially on mobile

Content warnings: animal death (deer), implied vore, sfw vore, safe vore, fear play(?)

When they wake, the first thing they notice, is that they're sticky. Uncomfortably sticky. Dried leaves and dirt stick to them in scratchy clumps that they barely have the strength to swipe from their face as they sit up.

It's early morning, the sky still dark, but the air crisp, and the crickets calm in the dew soaked grass. It's ... peaceful

The second thing they notice, is a burnt smell. They look towards the fire, brain fuzzy and struggling to remember what had happened. A handful of logs still burned, weak flames licking over charred wood as they scrabbled for life - over them hung the pot they had been cooking stew in. Their stomach growls and tightens painfully, reminding them they were hungry, and they begrudgingly get to their feet to stumble forward to inspect what might be left.

The stew had devolved into a thick sludge, the water having mostly evaporated and the meat dried into a former husk of itself. They stir it, the potatoes falling apart to become part of the sludge - and their mind strays to unpleasant thoughts. They wonder if that's what it's like to be digested, to fall apart and become an unrecognizeable sludge, forgotten and used to fuel something else much larger than themself.

Their heart skips a beat as they remember -why- they're sticky. They remember the giant, his fangs framing their view, the cavernous depths of his throat...They remember the feeling of being swallowed, of laying in that dark, heated chamber awaiting the worst...

The spoon drops back into the pot noisily and they realize they had been staring at nothing for a minute. They shake the thoughts from their mind and reach into the cooling 'stew' to fish out a piece of dried meat. It's not great, but, they needed something, and they needed it now. They pretended it was the blandest jerky in the world and managed to swallow the scratchy chunk.

"You're eating that?" Comes a disgusted voice from behind them, making them freeze.

"It's not bad." They lie casually, not turning to face him. "Better than airline food." Not that either of them knew what airline food was.

There's a skeptical pause. "If you say so..." He doesn't believe them.

Frustration spikes through them suddenly as they look down into that pot at the saddest stew on the planet. "I just...really wanted this." They sigh, unable to hide their disappointment. "No point wasting it..."

Another pause as they shuffle around for another chunk of meat that may as well have been dry grass. "I don't know much about humans, but I know just smelling that is making me sick...."

They ignore him and shove another chunk into their mouth.

There's a disgusted sound before a shadow falls over them and they are being pried away from the pot.

"Don't eat that" the giant chastises as he settles back onto his knees and plops them down in front of him. "Making me regret letting you go. Almost feel like it would have been a *mercy* to eat you if you're just gonna eat...whatever that is and die anyway."

They wince, unable to look up at him still. They're confused and scared, but most of all, they're upset. The stew would have been perfect if he'd just let them eat it earlier.

"What else am I gonna eat? If you'd just let me eat it earlier, if you'd just -" They find themselves snapping before mentally kicking themselves and putting their head in their hands. They're tired, their body aches, and most of all, they're hungry. "I was really looking forward to it..." they say, deflating. They bite their lip to keep from crying...God, imagine, crying over burnt soup...stupid. They could have died, they still could, and yet, all they could focus on was SOUP.

The giant sits silently stunned a moment, not expecting this reaction from his prey. Normally, people in this position were terrified of returning to their former occupation of 'food'. They should be thanking him, they should be running away, they should be...a lot of things.

Still, he notes the crack in their voice, the defeated posture, and he remembers his own frustration when he had missed meals....

Humans. Pathetic.

He sighs and gets to his feet. "Stay here." He rumbles, annoyed before vanishing into the trees, leaving only crickets and stillness.

They wait for him to return for a time, uncertain of how he'd react if he found them eating from the pot after telling them not to. Would he kill them? Would he eat them again? They mull over the possibilities far too long before their hunger wins out. They eat a few more chunks of those disappointing meat cubes while he's away. They're unsatisfying, and tough to swallow, but it's something to take the edge off their hunger. They spend the time alone collecting thoughts, collecting questions. They wonder if they'll have the courage to ask them when he returns. They wonder if they should even voice them... They wonder alot of things.

A low vibration runs through their bones after some time, soundless and deceptively light, and a moment later, the giant appears from the brush once more. There's a buck in his grasp and a roundness to his belly that wasn't there previously.

"Here." He tosses the carcass onto the ground near them, causing them to scramble back in fear of it falling on top of them. "That should be more than enough, right?"

They eye the buck, then tilt their gaze to the man as he settles cross-legged nearby. Their brows furrow as even more questions fill their head.

"Thank? You?" They say tilting their head, feeling uncertain.

"Your welcome." He says plainly, looking judgementally at the pot of burnt stew until they were certain he knew of their 'crime' and was going to punish them for it. He never says a word.

They spend the next hour and a half processing the body, they'd spend even longer fleshing and preparing the hide later, but for now, they simply butchered it and seperated the parts. Once they'd cleaned the pot out in a creek nearby, they filled it and set the salted meat water to boil. They may not have any more potatoes, or much more than spices to put into this, but meat soup would work just fine. What they didn't put in the soup, they would smoke later as jerky.

They settle across the fire from the giant as they wait for the stew to finish. He'd closed his eyes at some point, but they knew he was still awake. They wondered how to breech the topic they wished to discuss... Eventually they decide, fuck it, just ask. They doubted he was going to eat them again - at least for today, not after he had hunted food for them.

"Why did you let me go?" They ask more meekly than they liked.

He doesn't respond right away, he doesn't even hint that he had heard them. They wonder if he dozed off... He takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales slowly.

"You were giving me a stomach ache." He shrugs out.

They furrow their brow and look away from him, unclear how they feel about that statement. On the one hand, they lived, on the other hand, did that make them so disgusting they were inedible? Their brain buzzes in self deprecation, but they focus on the fur in their hands, and a follow up comes to them.

"And...the deer?" They ask, looking up.

A long pause, a frown. "Couldn't stand your whining."

A lie. They think it's a lie anyway. They don't know why he'd lie about that, but it's a comfort, and they'll take it.

He rubs his stomach and their eyes catch on the movement. Did his stomach look like that when they were in it? What had he eaten to fill it now? Who? Were they in pain? Something stirs in them, dark and distressing. They look away and tuck those feelings in a box, never to open again, they hope.

They focus on scraping the fat from the fur for a moment, content to lose themselves in their work. They had more questions, but, they could wait.

After about ten minutes, they feel like they're being watched. They look up to see those silver eyes on them, watching them, the giants brows furrowed as he mulled over something.

"Why are you here?" He asks, finally. "Like, of all the places in this land, why come back to a place you knew you could die?"

They feel their face redden, though they aren't sure why. "I didn't know where else to go..."

"You have a home, don't ya?" He asks, raising a brow. "A place in that town a few miles to the west..."

They open their mouth to answer - then close it and look away. "It's gone."

He blinks and boggles at this. He opens his mouth to ask for clarification, but he's cut off by the answer.

"I was out of town for a few days," they press their thumb into their palm nervously. "And when I got back...it was destroyed."

He tilts his head, thinking, remembering something. "Is that what that was...?" He murmurs aloud.

"What?" They ask.

He debates answering them, but, eh, why not. "A month ago I smelled a group of monsters in the woods. A lot of them. Like, more than 10." He does a swirl with his finger. "Scents get too hard to follow at a certain point, but I know it was a lot. They seemed in a hurry to get somewhere. I -uh" he pauses, suddenly uncomfortable. "I didn't feel like I asking them about it."

They tilt their head again. "And you think they did it? But why?"

An exasperated sigh. "I don't know! I just told you, I didn't ask."

A pause, they look away. "Sorry."

"For what?" He asks, sinking back against the tree and crossing his arms.

They don't know how to respond.

"Annnyway" he continues, looking away and changing the subject. "So, you return and your first thought is "'Ah yes, lets go to the woods with that man eating giant. Getting eaten seems like a great idea!'" He snorts.

"I was...scared..."

"Of what?" He scoffs baffled by this human. "Because it's clearly not of me." A tinge of frustration tarnishes his tone.

There's a long awkward pause as they decide how to answer. "I'm unfamiliar with the world outside of that town and these woods." Green eyes focus back on the giant. "This was the only other place I felt comfortable being - even if a grumpy jackass made it his home." They grin, hoping he takes it for the playful jab it was meant as.

He blinks - not understanding.

"Besides, i thought, maybe it'd be nice to-"

They cut themselves off and look away, bashful and unwilling to say their second reason.

"Nice to what?" He prods, curious.

Their throat tightens and they work the flesh in their hands, focusing on the cold greasey feeling and the softness of the contrasting fur.

"To see you again." They murmur so low they hope the giant doesn't hear.

The giants ears twitch and he goes through an array of expressions, doubt, thought, confusion, more thought, disgust - it settles on confused. "You *wanted* me to eat you?" He asks, disturbed.

It's their turn to splutter disbelief. "N-no!" They correct, eyes wide. "No! I just. It's just - I've never seen anything like you before, and you hinted at there being more things like you - or maybe not like you at all. You hinted at there being More and I just..." their articulating flustered gestures with their hands "I wanted to learn more..."

He blinks blankly at them. "But I told you-"

They roll their eyes, exasperated with their feelings on this matter. "I know! I just...kind of hoped...you wouldn't..."

Another series of blinks. "So you just hoped...I'd find you and...- what?... Be friends or some shit?"

They feel their face redden and they can't look at him, "I know it's stupid, but..."

He stares at them blankly a moment before he can't hold his disbelief any longer and belts out laughing. "You've got to be either the dumbest or the -boldest- human I ever saw."

They grin sheepishly but don't look up. "Boldness and stupidity often go hand in hand..." they say more to themselves.

He wipes at a tear in his eye, struggling to speak as the laughter comes and goes. Eventually, it peters away and, after a few deep breaths - "You're prey." He says simply, amused crooked grin on his face. "That's all you'll ever be to me. Prey."

They frown down at the pelt in their hands, a sadness eating at them.

"Buuut-" he breathes out as he stands and stretches, the weight in his middle shifting in an uncomfortable looking way as his shirt pulls up over it. "If you really have nowhere else to go - I suppose you can stay here. I wouldn't stay out in the open if I were you though." A pause, a pointed and hungry look "Afterall, this is still my territory - and as long as you stay here - I will hunt you."

They tense and slouch in on themselves, their heart twisting in a painful way, dejected and shattered. They can't speak, they know if they try, they'll just start to cry, so they say nothing.

"Enjoy your soup." The giant huffs, readjusting his shirt over his middle. "You know the rules. Next time..." he snickers grimly, "Well, you know"

They sit hunched for sometime, even after he leaves, something inside broken and painful to swallow. Morning birds begin their songs, squirrels rattle the branches above, and as the sun breaks the horizon, a dam breaks and they begin to sob into the fur clutched in their hands.

#Sfw vore #G/t #Vore writing

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shadowaccio6181 · 4 years ago

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I just... keep thinking about the Jedi and food. @brachiosaurus-on, please come and collect your plot bunnies. This was originally supposed to be an ask, you know? And it just... proliferated.

I'm just imagining them preparing things together? Specifically, dumplings.

I'm thinking of Masters pulling out a giant wooden board and dusting it with flour and grabbing their meter-long rolling pin that their padawan has probably pretended was a lightsaber at one point and just... rolling out dumpling wrappers.

And maybe it's more than just the master and padawan, maybe there's also other knights and initiates, and some initiates and padawans try and learn with extra rolling pins, but others are happy to make dumplings.

And the dumplings all look different.

Some are overstuffed, some are half-way to bursting and the master needs to swoop in and maybe do some emergency patch-ups so it won't burst when the dumplings are going to be boiled, and maybe some still burst.

Some are uglier, some are lopsided, at least one padawan or knight prefers to make them wonton-shaped, some try to pinch them so the dumplings look more like xiao long bao, some are delicately scalloped, someone definitely tried to stack rounded ones to mimic a snowman, there's at least a few that are just two dumpling wrappers sandwiching the filling, and...And maybe there are leftovers.

Maybe it's the filling, and they're cooked as meatballs or stir-fried as a loose, crumbly topping.

Maybe it's the flour, and it's rolled thinly and sliced into uneven noodles.

And maybe they just all get to eat together at the end of the day. Maybe they make their sauces together, reaching over and around and jostling for space and getting annoyed when the being next to them bumps them as they’re trying to pour something.

Maybe they get into feuds about how each one likes their sauce.

At least one person just uses rice vinegar, maybe everyone just stares in confused disbelief at the person who just uses soy sauce and nothing more.

There's an entire counter with condiments, from nut butters to sesame paste to soy sauce to rice vinegar to black vinegar to sesame oil to chili oil to sugar to chili flakes to chopped green onions and finely-julienned ginger and more.

Maybe they also have multiple pots of soup. Maybe there's one knight who decides now's the perfect time for an impromptu hot pot and runs back to their rooms to get stuff.

Maybe some hoard the dumplings they know they made, or maybe they forcibly insist their friends/master try their work. Maybe some try to identify who made what, or tease their friends mercilessly for how ugly their dumplings look.

And then maybe they do the dishes together. Maybe they just have a giant bowl of warm water, and the younger Jedi splash each other or start a water fight and the masters just look at them and sigh... before using the force to make an even bigger splash of water, and maybe the water fight drags on long enough that someone decides to heat up the water on the countertop and boil some of the extra dumplings they’d already put away in the freezer, and it takes forever, but at the end of the day, everything’s finally sorted out.

(Maybe they’d also gotten into a flour fight earlier. Maybe there’s some who chased each other around, brandishing spoons and chopsticks and rolling pins and maybe there’s a master who tried to separate them. Maybe there’s older Jedi who joined in, or placed bets, or just sighed in resignation and ducked around them as they tried to finish making the dumplings. And maybe the water fight had started earlier)

But at the end of the day, everyone’s just... happy.

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r0-boat · 3 years ago

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“I’m sorry to trouble you this afternoon but do you know what has been going on between Emmet and galvantula?”

You look up from the pot, still stirring what is going to be dinner, you look at your concerned brother in law, you seriously had hoped Emmet would get it all sorted before work but guess not.

“It’s…..uh, well galvantula thought Emmet was hurting me and the sweet thing got all protective and I guess gally is still mad.” Hopefully that’s all the information he needed cause you’ll be damned-

“That is very sweet of them but how are suppose to work like this? galvantula isn’t listening to a thing Emmet says.”

Damn it, of course, you spoiled that spider as much as your husband does if not a little more since you’re home all the time, and you bonded with them, you’re happy that they want to protect you even if it’s drone their own trainer, but Emmet didn’t anything wrong (this time at least-) you sigh.

“I’ll try my best to help, hopefully gally can see that I’m not injured and happy with their trainer, I’m sorry to have caused such trouble for you two at work.”

“Nonsense, galvantula has always been protective even if not always right about it, the dear loves you so that’s at least reassuring.”

And with that you carried on with dinner while Ingo and Emmet tried to explain to galvantula that no one was hurt, no one was hit, everyone and everything is fine.

But the giant spider Pokémon only ignored the two men and climb up you, resting on your torso while you walked around and finished up dinner, with one arm around them, you know galvantula’s paws have a good grip on you and that you don’t need to hold onto them, but they are such a sweet Pokémon.

“Hey Em, can you come here for a second?” You see him come around the corner grin strained.

“Yes darling?”

“Can you taste test this soup for me?”

“Of course darling!” With a quick slurp off the spoon he licks his lips “it’s perfect! What else could I expect from my beloved!” And with a sweet kiss.

Only to be ripped around when Emmet once again jumps away with a yelp.

“Gally! That’s a bad baby, you dad didn’t do anything.” A click “no he didn’t hurt me, no one is or was hurt.” Click click “I’m fine.” Then a hum of electricity before galvantula climbs down you and up Emmet trying to apologize.

“WAS THAT REALLY ALL IT TOOK!?….you’re lucky you are so darn cute.” Emmet pets the oversized tarantula.

“What did you two even do for them to think this?”

“SON OF A BITCH, INGO!”

Imagine Galvantula still not fully trusting emmet for Emmet and reader are trying to get some sleep and they just see pair of eyes glowing watching them from the door.

Also Emmett is getting a little salty that all the Pokemon he grew and the raised from eggs like his partner more than him

#ro.chatting #pokemon emmet

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animetiddies-mwah · 4 years ago

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Safety

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It was fall. He tian had been home for nearly a year now, and having him around felt safe, familiar. Mo wouldn't admit it outright, but he was glad the other was finally safe with him again. Though, there was still a glooming feeling in his gut that this wouldn't be forever. If He tian left once, was it possible he'd leave again? And for how long?

His thoughts raced only for a moment before he reached He tian's new apartment. It wasn't as big as the one he lived in during school, but it was still bigger than most apartments Mo has been in since. The floors a deep redish brown glossy wood, the walls a light off white with pictures scattering the at random. At this point, it felt like a second home to Mo. He knew every detail of that place like the back of his hand.

Mo grabbed a spare key from his bag and let himself in. He knew He tian wouldn't be home yet, so he had some time to relax.

Stepping inside came with a warmth. He tian always knew to keep the heat on for Mo to arrive to. There was also a sweet scent Mo wasn't familiar with. Knew air freshener perhaps? For Mo, it actually smelled quite nice.

He placed his bag by the door before properly making himself at home. Shoes kicked off and placed neatly to the side, and his coat hung on the nearest hook.

Lights flickering on as he stepped into the main room. The automatic lights use to startle Mo, but he was quiet use to them at this point. He still felt they were unnecessary, but He tian really enjoyed the little things like that. Still, he didn't understand what the issue having light switches was to rich people.

Once everything was settled, Mo moved into the kitchen. Everything was still clean, thankfully. There was always a slight worry in the back of his head entering this room after the accident a few months back. Mo swore he could still find sauce stains here and there to clean after that. It was safe to say He tian wasn't allowed in the kitchen without Mo present anymore.

Stepping towards the counters, he grabs a giant pot. Fall was always the perfect season for soups and curry, it was one of Mo's secret favorite seasons. The cold weather and hot foods was always the best comfort. It had a feeling of safety.

Mo grabbed the ingredients he wanted from the fridge and cupboard, and began cooking away. Pumpkin soup and toast. It was the perfect comfort food, and he knew He tian would approve after what ever job he was doing that day.

It took nearly an hour of prep, and a couple of hours cooking. The scent of pumpkin mixed with the sweet freshener was surprisingly very pleasant and welcoming together. His stomach was already grumbling, but he wanted to wait for He tian to come home as well.

Looking at the time, it seemed He tian was actually late. Mo hadn't noticed with all the prep work, so he decided to give a quick call. It wasn't the most unusual for He tian to be late, but at times Mo liked to make sure things were alright.

"He tian-"

"Ah little mo~ you miss me this much? I'm on my way home. Things got carried away here." He tian's deep voice carried through. Another thing Mo would never admit out loud, but hearing He tian talk was one of his favorites as well.

"Fuck- you wish. Hurry up, the food is going to get cold." Mo's response always seemed cold, but He tian knew better. His cold responses were always a cover.

"Be there soon babe." He tian response one last time before hanging up.

Babe, the name always making Mo's cheeks the slightest bit of red. He tian always called him babe or darling just to see the slightly flush. That would always be his favorite. Mo always tried to seem like a cold hearted person, but He tian knew he was a huge softy. Bringing that out was like a fun game for him.

It seemed like nearly minutes before Mo could hear the door open and close gently. He hadn't turned his head yet, his focus on making sure the soup was mixing well. There was no greeting at the door, and no hellos, because the best part about He tian coming home was just about to happen.

Every time Mo was over before He tian, they stopped greeting each other when He tian arrived. There was always silence, so the calm in the air wouldn't be disrupted. Depending on the scene, either He tian would gently kiss Mo on the couch, or carefully come up behind him to embrace. That one was always Mo's favorite, despite his complaints. Which might have been why he was still at the stove stirring a very much ready soup.

Just like clock work, Mo felt the familiar arms move around his torso, and a chin resting on his shoulder.

"Smells good." He tian commented while giving both of their bodies a small gentle sway. This might have been He tians favorite as well.

He tian could feel Mo gently press into the embrace, finally letting the ladle rest against the pot's wall. "Been ready for a bit now. It's going to get cold."

A slight chuckle left He tians lips before the met with Mo's neck. If he was honest, there was no care in the world for that soup. All He tian wanted was to stay close to Mo and his warmth. "Alright. Let's eat."

#tianshan #he tian #19 days #mo guan shan #fanfic #short

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orphaned-kiirokero · 4 years ago

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Sit and Heal (JJK) (Teaser)

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeongguk x Witch!Reader

Summary: “You have scars, Y/n, both on your heart and on your skin. The one on your arm may be healed, but the one on your heart isn’t. Please. Let me lick your wounds,” Or: The wolf that visits you every afternoon is your shoulder to lean on as you realize it's time to learn to love and trust again, even if it’s hard.

Word Goal: 10k+

Approximate Release Date: Beginning-Mid May

Note: If you wanna be tagged when Sit and Heal comes out, just comment or message me :) Also, I was literally so anxious to post this, I’m so worried people will think it’s trash :)

“Go home. You have others waiting for you, don’t you?” You spoke, and the wolf turned back towards the forest, where the trees grew thicker and the brush became more unforgiving. Again, the wolf looked towards you for a second, before it ran into the thicket. Gone. Its presence seemingly no more than an apparition. You felt like you met a ghost.

“Goodbye...”

Meow

“No, Yume,”

Meow

“No, bub”

Meoooww

“Yume, it’s raining. We can’t go outside,” You scold the cat who is currently eyeing you while you prepare supper for the night. You caught a chicken the other day, so you were happily making some chicken soup. Or you were trying to, if it wasn’t for the black cat who was currently whining his heart out next to you. “You’ll get snatched up by that wolf if you go out there,” You playfully threatened.

Yume grumbled out an annoyed mew, already familiar with the wolf you met and had previously rambled to him about the exact day you met it. It’s been about 3 days since your first run-in with the chestnut-colored wolf, and everything's been relatively normal. You did your daily spell work, foraged until the days turned to night, checked your snares with hope in your heart.

And you never saw the wolf again.

But life goes on, and you’re hungry.

Meow... You sighed, dejected, tired of explaining to the cat that it’s cold, wet, and dark outside. Not the best weather for outside time. Meow. You put the spoon that you were stirring the soup with down, turning to the black furball with your hands on your hips. “Alright, out,” You groaned, shooing the cat away from the kitchen towards the living room. “It’s warm here, your favorite kind of temperature. Just lay down until dinner, okay? I’ll even put more wood on the fire,”

You did as you promised as Yume begrudgingly got on the couch, still boring his green eyes into the back of your head. You grabbed some wood from the stack that laid next to the brick fireplace and threw it in. You flicked your wrist causing sparks came flying out towards the wood. The flames revived energetically, painting the living room in a serene orange glow, illuminating both you and the black cat behind you.

You dusted off your hands, turning around to give Yume a kiss on the forehead. “Maybe tonight we can do a tarot reading for the two of us, yeah?” You bargained, earning a content meow from the cat. You chuckled, scratching behind the familiar’s ear before you went back to the kitchen.

The rain furiously beat against the windows of your small cottage; the wind howling as it whipped against the old wooden boards. The house creaked and groaned under the power of the storm, but you knew your protection charm wouldn’t allow anything to happen to the cottage. Luckily, there was no thunder booming or lighting running bright white cracks in the dark grey sky, it was just the rain and the wind.

You were humming the tune of a folk song you remember your mother singing as you chopped up some carrots and plopped them in the soup, unaware of the cat that was currently sneaking towards a window. Yume jumped up on the windowsill, expertly avoiding the terracotta pot filled with different herbs and flowers. The window was unlatched. An error on your part, but a perfect stroke of luck for Yume.

Yume bumped the window open, causing the shudders to catch in the wind and bang against the wall. You jumped, dropping the spoon into the pot, splashing the soup around the stove and onto you. You hissed at the feeling of hot soup on your cheekbone, but ultimately ignored it, turning off the stove and walking back out into the living room.

An icy chill met your skin as you entered the room, causing your skin to rise with goose bumps. You shivered. The fire was now a low ember and the curtains furiously whipped around in the harsh wind, rain seeping in and dripping onto the floor. You groaned, realizing that you probably forgot to latch it. “Just my luck,” You sighed as you closed and latched the window, turning to go tend to the fire again.

That’s when you stopped mid-step, swirling around to look at the couch, noticing a lack of a Yume. “Yume?” You called out into the quiet house. No answer. Yume was a cat. It wasn’t like he was going to say “Hello” back, but he would come if called. Nothing. “Yume!” You shouted, a bit more panicked. Again, no sign of the furball. Quickly, you rushed through the house, checking every room. You looked under your bed, behind the dresser, under blankets, everywhere. But there was no Yume.

Anxiety seeped into your veins like viscous tar, clogging up your lungs and throat. “Y-Yume...?” You choked out, your mind and heart running a mile a minute. You felt tears well up in the corner of your eyes. They burned as they ran down your cheeks. You sat down on the couch, covering your face with your hands as you tried to calm your breathing. With each inhale you choked, coughing with trembling lips.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Yume probably went outside. He’s a smart cat, it’ll be okay,” You whispered to yourself in a shaky voice, taking in a few more gulps of air. You willed yourself up on trembling legs, stumbling over to the coat rack. “It’s okay,” You sighed out once more, throwing on your raincoat and boots, stepping outside into the ferocious storm.

Wind licked the wet trails of your tears as rain battered against your body. Trees bent over to the will of the storm, looking ready to snap, as their leaves rustled together producing an eerie symphony that made your hair rise. The sky was void of any light from the stars or the moon, covered in a thick layer of intimidating grey clouds. “Yume!” You called out into the night, desperate to see any sign of the lean cat. Nothing again.

You continued to call for Yume, walking deeper and deeper into the dense forest. It was getting darker the further you walked away from your cottage, making it hard to see the sharp stones and slick moss that covered the muddy forest ground. You reached into your pocket, fishing out the amulet that you always had on hand. It glowed. It didn’t give off light like a flame, but was enough to light your way.

The amulet let out a soft green hue as you continued to call for your cat, voice progressively getting more desperate. “Yume! Please!” You shout with a trembling voice, the biting cold and gripping fear threatening to push you down to your knees.

Meow!

You gasp, whipping around in a circle, trying to spot the source of the noise. You felt dizzy as you continued to turn, straining your eyes to peer through the thick trees and bushes. “Yume!” You yell again, continuing to turn in circles. “Yume! Please... Baby please,” You cry, bending to the will of your aching heart, falling to your knees. The wet, sloppy mud seeped through your pants. The rain splashing dirt on your face. But you couldn’t care less. “Yume...” You sniffled.

Meow

Yume called back, his call sounding just in front of you. You looked up, expecting to see just your little black cat with his green eyes and soft fur, but what was actually in front of you threw you into a living nightmare. You froze, your heart dropping as you hyperventilated, lungs burning from the cold. You couldn’t move. Your eyes locked onto the scene in front of you, like a cruel form of torture.

There, Yume was hanging by his scruff, in the mouth of a giant wolf.

“Yume!” You shrieked, finding your voice again. You reached out for the black cat, shying away when you registered that a wolf was right there. “Nonono, Yume, please...” You lamented, covering your mouth as sobs threatened to bubble their way out of your throat.

But instead of the wolf dropping a dead carcass at your feet, it gently let Yume down, allowing the cat to run over to you and lick at your tears. You sniffled, reaching out a shaky hand to pull Yume towards you. You buried your face in Yume’s fur, letting out the sobs you were desperately holding in.

Yume let you hold him in the chilling rain, licking your face to comfort you. “You’re okay... You’re okay,” You choked out, hiccuping on air. Mew... Yume spoke up, nudging his sopping wet head against your cheek, as if saying, “It’s okay. We’re okay” Even if in your brain you knew everything should be fine now, that you should stop crying and get back home, you couldn’t move. Your tired heart chained you in place like a rock sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

It felt as if all the strength you were fiercely clinging onto while you wandered though the forest had slipped between your fingers like sand. You wanted to lay there in the mud and stay there until morning, but you knew you had to get yourself together. Yume was shivering, you were shivering, and it was dark. Yet you couldn’t move. You sheltered Yume inside your coat as you tried to pick up the scattered pieces of yourself, .

Whine...

You lifted your head from where you buried it in the wet cat's fur, catching the eye of the wolf you’d forgotten all about. It looked at you with drooping ears and a bent head, like a scolded puppy. It whined again, lifting one of its paws like it was going to step forward, but opting not to, hesitating. “You found him,” You whispered out, voice scratchy from the sobs that had wracked through your throat.

The wolf tilted his head in confusion. You would’ve too. Why are you talking to this animal like their Yume? Yume was special in a witchy way. He was your familiar. Like a loyal companion, but sassier. Yume was in tune with your emotions 9 times out of 10. Yume played around with you when you were happy, snuggled you when you were tired, and comforted you through times of panic and sadness. Yume understood you because he was made for you.

A wild wolf wasn’t

Yet, that didn’t deter you as you continued to speak. “Thank you...” You sniffled. You took a closer look at the wolf, looking it up and down. The same golden chestnut fur, now soaked and illuminated in a hue of green from the amulet that currently laid in the mud. Despite the lack of light, its yellow eyes seemed to glow. “Ah, you’re that wolf that was stuck in my snare...” You said, and the wolf took your friendly tone as an invitation to get closer.

Slowly, it approached you, ears and head still down to look less intimidating. You were too emotionally exhausted to be scared again. That, or you subconsciously trusted the wolf more than you thought. “You must be cold,” You commented, staring at the wolf saturated coat. The wolf nudged at your own soaked coat, as if saying, “You too,” and you softly chuckled. It nudged you again, this time on your side, trying to get you to stand up. You didn’t. You couldn’t find the energy too, but the wolf kept nudging.

You gradually stood on trembling legs out of annoyance, tiring of the wolf’s persistence. You held Yume in your arms, still under your coat, as the wolf tugged at your dirty pant-leg. You took a step forward, and the wolf went on ahead until it realized you weren’t beside it. It jogged back, pulling on your pant-leg again. “You’re a weird one,” You mumbled out with a small smile, indulging the wolf by following it.

The wolf led you through the rain and mud. Looking back occasionally to check if you were still there. You didn’t know where it was leading you, but the trees thinned out, meaning you were moving away from the thick parts of the forest that are easy to get lost in. The storm continued to beat down on the three of you, creating a thin veil-like fog that hindered your ability to see.

But the wolf seemed unfazed as it continued to walk without fault, walking until an orange glow pierced through the fog. Your eyes widened when you realized it was your cottage. The wolf had led you back to your cottage. “Wha? How did you...?” You breathed out, looking down at the wolf who was now looking at you.

The wolf was definitely odd. It seemed more aware than the average lupus, like it could hear and understand you. Like it knew what you needed. Strange, no doubt, but you were a witch, you experienced strange things all the time. Hell, the entire forest you lived in was renowned for being supernatural and “dangerous” as in, magical.

Birds often brought you pretty stones and flowers, the squirrels liked to share their food with you, and the plant life seemed to come alive around you. Nothing in your life was “normal”, it was all strange. The wolf was probably like the birds and squirrels. A forest helper of sorts.

So with that rationalization, you left it be.

You walked up to your porch, opening the front door and letting a wet Yume free in the house. You turned around, locking eyes with the wolf once again. It was a few yards away, sitting in your front garden, looking even more humongous next to your tiny daisies and tulips. It was waiting for you to go inside. “It’s cold...” You said, “And your wet...” The wolf tilted its head once again, unmoving. “I have towels... And a warm place to sleep until the morning,”

The wolf stayed seated.

“Come on,” You coaxed, patting your leg as an invitation for the wolf to move closer.

Slowly, the wolf stood up, trotting up to you and cautiously stepping into the house.

“It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore,”

“Just because they’re gone doesn’t mean the scars don’t burn,”

Out Now!

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #bts jungkook #bts #bts fic #bts werewolf au #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #jeon jeongguk x reader #bts fluff

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago

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Ateez Reaction: Hangover

A/n: i am so obsessed with Ateez. like wow. damn. so this is my first ateez reaction but i cant wait to do more! I'm still a new Atiny so please go easy on me and i hope you like it!

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin

Warnings: cussing

Hongjoong:

You awoke to pain between your legs and sore muscles all around your body. Normally, you took pretty well to hangovers. They never bothered you much. However, the night prior both you and your boyfriend had quite a lot to drink which led to a very...explorative and wild night.

You made a small attempt to sit up, but that was quickly stilled by the aching pain all over your mostly bare body. Rolling over, you grabbed the closest shirt on the floor and wheezed at the twinges of pain as you lifted it over your head. Looking over you saw Hongjoong still fast asleep. He lay on his stomach, the muscles in his back shifting every now and then.

Smiling, you pressend gentle kisses along his bare skin. Slowly he began to wake up. “Oh- my head-.....good morning, gorgeous.” His voice was raw sending shivers down your spine. His red hair was sticking up in wild directions, reminding you of a cute Einstein. His lips were puffy and there were several red marks on his neck and shoulder. “Is your hangover as bad as mine?” He mumbled, rubbing the fatigue and sleep away from his face.

“I have a small headache. I’m mostly sore...and hungry.”

“Ooooo! You know what sounds perfect?” Hongjoong mused, bottom lip tugging between his teeth. “Pizza.”He laughed seeing your eyes light up. Reaching over on the night stand he pulled out his phone and began ordering a huge pizza, with you looking over his shoulder.

“Do you think they would deliver it straight to the bed? I don’t wanna get up.”

Hongjoong laughed and finished the order before rolling on top of you and covering your face with lazy kisses. “Good thing I have the day off. I feel like shit and I have no plan of leaving this bed.” After a little while the two of you heard a knock at the apartment door. “I’m not getting up,” Holding out your fist the two of you played rock, paper, scissors for who had to get up and answer the door. Hongjoong groaned as you crushed his two fingers with your fist.

“Fuck you,” He said with a light hearted laugh before throwing off the covers and grabbing a clean pair of sweats to cover himself.

“You already did. Multiple times.”

Joong left laughing and came back with a pizza in hand. The two of you sat in bed the rest of the day, snacking on the greasy food and chasing away the hangovers and aches.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa didn’t drink often. He preferred to be the sober one of the group; making sure no one got arrested or molested or something like that. Even when he got drunk with you, the next morning he was always the one taking care of you. He’d pop about twelve painkillers and rush around making you soup and getting medicine for your headaches.

This morning was not the normal case. Last night he and Hongjoong had gone out and come back blasted. Waking up to Hongjoong drooling on your couch was definitely not what you had expected. After kicking him out with money for a cab and a thermos of coffee you turned your attention to your now groaning boyfriend. You leaned on the doorframe and watched Seonghwa starfish and moan in the center of your shared bed.

“Morning, Toothless.”

“This is not morning. This is death. I am Death. Your Toothless is dead.”

There was no stopping the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. “What about my Seonghwa? Where is he?”

“He’s dead too. Too much vodka.”

Nodding, you played along before slinking into the bathroom and grabbing two Advil and glass of water. The cup thunked against the night stand and Seonghwa buried himself further into the blankets. “Tell your ghost there is medicine on the table.” The only answer you received was a shaky and pathetic groan from a lump of blanket. “Such a fucking drama queen,” You mumbled with a laugh.

You spent the next thirty minutes making Seonghwa hangover soup. You had found a recipe marked “For Tequila Y/n Aftermath” and assumed it should get your boyfriend back in working- or at least functioning- order.

Carefully, you brought a steaming bowl into the bedroom and forced Seonghwa to sit up against the headboard. He turned to you with puppy eyes. “Feed me?” Rolling your eyes, you reached for the bowl and gave him a spoonful. His eyes lit up with a happy smile.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Toothless.”

Yunho:

“Wake up, lovebirds!” San screamed, throwing open the curtains.

Both you and Yunho shrugged away from the light. “San, fuck off!” You mumbled, burrowing further into Yunho’s chest. You whined as he sat up. Hearing San shriek you could only assume Yunho threw a pillow at the younger boy.

“How bad is your hangover?” Yunho asked, wrapping his long arms around you.

“How bad is yours?”

“Not too bad.....” You scoffed and pinched his arm making him yelp. “Okay-that was a lie. It’s pretty bad.”

“Same here.”

Your cold fingers wrapped around the blankets and pulled them over both your heads. “Let’s never drink again.” Yunho mumbled, eyes closing. The sheets rustled as he threw one of his long legs over you, hugging you with his entire body.

You chuckled, poking your boyfriend’s puffy cheek. You could only imagine how bloated your face was. “You and I both know that’s not gonna happen.” His lips pouted in frustration, eyes still closed. Unable to resist his cuteness you leaned up and pecked his lips. One peck turned into a few. A few turned into many.

“Hey, baby?” Yunho mumbled, lying on his back. You hummed, tracing patterns on his chest. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You laughed and let him loose from your arms. Your giant boyfriend lumbered into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Your body ached and your head was throbbing against the frame of your skull. After a few moments Yunho emerged with a wet washcloth and his breath smelling like mint tooth paste. He still looked very hungover. “Come back to bed, bear.” He crawled over, careful not to get the blankets wet with the washcloth, and rest his head on your chest.

“For you, baby.” His long fingers gingerly lay the cool cloth on your forehead, easing the headache you were having. “What do you say to a few more hours of sleep?” He asked, listening to your heartbeat. Your hands slowly ran through his hair.

“Sounds pretty damn great.”

Yeosang:

The last you had heard from Yeosang was the ten drunk voicemails he left in your inbox. You called the boys’ manager and made sure that they got home safely. A few minutes ago you received a text from Hongjoong saying all the boys were now up (at two in the afternoon). Hopping in your car, you drove over to their dorm.

“Knock knock?” You entered the dorm knowing most of the boys would be like zombies. Just as you predicted several of the boys were strewn out in the mostly still dark apartment. The second you opened the blinds they yelped, still sensitive to the light. “Where’s Yeosang?” You asked between laughs.

Mingi groaned from the couch and gestured to the kitchen. There you saw Yeosang attempting to stir something in a pot. He got tired halfway through the motion and rested his head on the counter. Quietly, you took off your coat and approached him from behind. Your boyfriend jumped almost a full foot in the air when you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Y/n? When did you get here, honey?”

Yeosang abandoned the pot for you, choosing instead to nuzzle his head in your neck. “Just a few minutes ago.” He pulled you into a soft hug, breathing in the scent of your perfume. “So how much and what did you drink last night?” You asked with a laugh. He pulled away and drowsily looked you in the eyes.

“Ummmm....I remember lots of soju....then San made us do tequila shots.” Out of habit you pushed his soft hair out of his face as he spoke. He leaned into your hand like a moth drawn to light.

Reaching up, you felt his forehead. “Aww baby. You’ve got a little bit of a fever.” He nodded reattaching his head to the crook of your neck. Normally Yeosang was the opposite of clingy. He was shy and preferred to not flaunt his affection for you. “You want me to finish making your food, Sangie?” He pouted with a nod and shuffled so he was behind you. Picking up where he left off you began to finish his meal.

“More spice please.” He asked cutely pressing a kiss to your neck.

San:

Sweet, sweet karma. What did you do to deserve this? You thought with a grin. Everytime you had a hangover San was the first to unleash all hell at you. He played loud music in the morning. He “dropped” pans while making breakfast. But worst of all....without fail, he dragged you to the gym and made you work out with him. He claimed it was the best cure for a hangover.

Now here he lay, still completely knocked out from the night before. Your boyfriend’s legs were tangled in the sheets and his arms were wrapped tightly around a pillow, a sad replacement for your body. “Sweet revenge, you are mine.” Swiftly you kicked San’s leg only earning a groan from the man. “San,” you sang.

“What.” The man said lifting his head up and glaring at your smiling face.

“Did you have a little too much fun last night, baby?”

“No.” He simply hugged the pillow tighter and attempted to go back to sleep.

San flinched, grabbing his head as you slammed down his favorite sneakers on the nightstand. “You what the best cure for a hangover is?” Knowing he wasn’t going to answer you yanked the blankets away. San whined and groaned like a little child. “A workout.”

“NO!”

Depsite his protests, like your boyfriend had done to you many times, you now dragged him to the gym and forced him through a seemingly endless exercise routine. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight beside you. San looked terrible as he struggled to keep up with your pace on the treadmill. “You good to keep going?” He glared knowing it was not a question but his face quickly changed.

“Fuck- I’m gonna be sick.”

Jumping off the machine, San sprinted to the gym’s bathrooms, most likely to wrench his guts out. Emerging, San wiped his mouth and looked at you with a guilty smile. “What are you never ever going to do again?”

“I will never make you work out with a hangover.”

“Good,” Laughing you watched his face twist embarrassment. Regardless, he leaned down capturing your lips in a kiss. You curled away, shivering. “Okay, I love you but no more kisses until you’ve brushed your teeth and showered.”

Mingi:

Your head was pounding. Thankfully your bedroom was still dark except for the small source of light emitting from your boyfriend’s phone. “Mingi?” The boy turned hearing his name. His head was resting against the head board, colored hair sticking up in random places.

Little blue rectangles reflected the screen of his phone in his glasses. “Hi, baby,” He mumbled, voice still raw. Like the big baby he was, Mingi rolled over ontop of you, eliciting a groan from your lips.

“What time is it?”

“Early....but late....but also early...”

“Mingi are you still drunk from last night?” He shook his head, nuzzling into your neck. He was unquestionably still drunk. The boys had roped you into their crazy antics which resulted in you and Mingi drunkenly stumbling into a cab back to your apartment. Mingi did have.....a lot...to drink. Way more than you.

“Lemme get the curtains.” With a goofy smile, Mingi pecked your lips before his tall form wobbled over to the covered window. Pulling back the curtains he gasped and turned to you cutely. “Babe!” You snorted at your cute, still tipsy, boyfriend. “Shit! It’s dark outside! Did we sleep the whole day?”

Laughing, you checked your phone. “Mingi, it’s just raining. It’s only 10:00 AM.” Feeling the effects of your growing hangover you snuggled back under the covers. “Babyyyyy, come back to bed.” You whined watching Mingi mess with something on his phone.

“Noooo! I’m up! Oh my god! Y/n! Let’s dance!”

Mingi began playing a loud sound on his phone and dancing over the foot of the bed. “Baby.....you’re still drunk.” He shook his head and began singing the lyrics quite loudly. Headache spiking, you covered your ears.

Launching the nearest pillow at him quickly shut your boyfriend up. “Why did you do that?” He asked with a pout.

“Aww bub...come back to bed.” Finally obliging, Mingi crawled back into your arms and the two of you slept off the remaining effects of alcohol.

Wooyoung:

You awoke to heavenly smells of something good floating from your kitchen. Squinting at the bright light in your room you sat up and turned to see Wooyoung’s side of the bed cold and empty.

“Woo?”

Your throat was dry and scratchy as you called out to your boyfriend. It shocked you to see your usually stoic and sarcastic boyfriend rush into the room, spoon in hand. “You’re awake?” He asked quietly. You groaned as Wooyoung pounced on top of you in a bear hug. “How bad is your hangover?” He asked kissing all over your face.

“Very bad.”

“Well, you did try to drink San under the table.”

Your eyebrow quirked up and Wooyoung laughed at your sleepy face. “The question is....did I win?” He laughed even more before nodding. “Then I deem this hangover- ‘worth it’.”Gently, Wooyoung tucked his hands under your legs and lifted you up.

You were glad your sore muscles didn’t have to move much as your newly doting boyfriend carried you into the kitchen, even setting you down on a stool at the counter. This was a new side of Wooyoung you hadn’t seen.

“Whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Hangover soup just for you, love.”

You watched him cut the remaining vegetables and ingredients with expert skill and slide them across the cutting board and into the pot. Watching Wooyoung move around the kitchen like it was second nature sent a warm bubbly feeling to your chest and stomach. “Were you always this domestic?” You asked resting your chin against your palm.

A light layer of sweat rested on his forehead, pieces of black hair clinging to the skin. The steam from the pot after up onto his handsome face. “Does it turn you on?” He answered wiggling his eyebrows.

“And there is my horny, evil, chaotic Wooyoung.”

The corner of his lips lifted up in a smile as he ladled the warm homemade soup into bowls. Setting yours in front of you with a kiss on the cheek he encouraged you to eat. “You love me all the same.”

“Yes. Thank you for taking care of me,” A smile filled your face as you tried some of the soup, Wooyoung anxiously awaiting your opinion. You nodded eagerly and quickly ate the rest of the bowl, feeling better by the second.

Jongho:

“Never again. Never again will I drink.”

The phrase left your lips like a mantra as you rolled around in bed. The room was dark, blinds drawn and your head stuffed under the covers. Your whole body was sore and your head was throbbing. “Oh...shit....here it comes.” You cried feeling the contents of your stomach begin to crawl up your throat.

Rushing to the bathroom you hurled into the white porcelain bowl. You hated throwing up. Not being able to stand the vile taste in your mouth, you immediately brushed your teeth. Grabbing your phone on the way back to the warmth and comfort of your bed, you unlocked it and winced at the harsh blue light.

Pressing the device to your ear, you listened to the dial tone and awaited the sweet sound of your boyfriend’s voice. “Hi my baby!” Jongho greeted in English. Despite the piercing volume of his voice, you couldn't help but grin. How was it possible you were dating the cutest man on the entire planet. “Say hi to Atiny!” Nevermind. He was no longer cute. He put you on speaker phone.

“Hi, Atiny! Jongho, darling, take me off speaker for a sec.”

He hummed in response. “Did you just wake up? When I left you last night you tried to get me to dance the Harlem Shake with you.” You covered your face in embarrassment. You and Jongho and gone out last night and you may have had way too much to drink.

“What time is it?”

“Like.....4 pm.”

“OH MY GOD!”

Jongho’s laugh was like music to your ears. “Should I come over later? I’m done about seven-ish.” Groaning you rolled over, struggling against the urge to vomit again. “Is that a no groan, a yes groan, or I’m too hungover to speak groan?”

“You said seven? Could you bring medicine..........and pizza.....yeah. Lots of pizza.”

“So pizza, meds, anything else?”

“Nope! I love youuuu!”

Jongho chuckled over the phone. “I love you too, baby. See you later,”

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