#typing this from over the stove hehe

[itoshi-s]

cooking enthusiast gf that won't get out of the kitchen 🤝🏻 pro athlete bf that needs all the energy he can get n will gladly inhale anything and everything

[aventurineswife]

your angst with aventurine killed me 😭 as an apology, do you think you could write some fluff and domesticity with him? thanks :)

Early Morning Reassurance

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare where he lost you, Aventurine clings to the comfort of your shared morning routine. In the warmth of your kitchen, wrapped in each other’s arms, he finds solace and reassurance in the love you share. As the nightmare fades, domesticity and affection ground you both in the present.

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Soft Moments, Vulnerability, Gentle Affection, Nightmare Recovery, Established Relationship, Reassurance, Playful Banter.

Warnings: Brief mention of nightmares, Kiss, and a lot more kisses hehe.

A/N: AHAHA!! I'M NOT SORRY BUT I'M NOT MEAN EITHER!! So, have some Aventurine fluff to recover from the previous fic 🤭 (He's my fav, if you can't tell). This can be read as a standalone or you can read this before to understand better. Hope you enjoy!

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow across the countertops as you hummed quietly to yourself. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft crackling of eggs sizzling in the pan. It was a peaceful, lazy morning, the kind you treasured most.

You were focused on flipping the eggs when you felt a familiar warmth behind you. Aventurine's presence was unmistakable, his arms sliding around your waist from behind, pulling you close. His chin rested on your shoulder, and you could feel the soft tickle of his breath against your neck.

“Mmm… you’re up early.” you teased softly, leaning into him as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

“You weren’t in bed,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “How could I stay asleep without you?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you reached up to place your hand over his, his fingers curling gently against your waist. Aventurine’s touch was always comforting, grounding. It felt like you belonged exactly here, in this moment, wrapped up in his arms.

“Cooking breakfast.” you said, tilting your head slightly to give him better access as he peppered lazy, affectionate kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Looks like a lot of work,” he murmured against your skin, his tone playful. “I’d rather just keep you like this. Forget the food.”

You let out a soft laugh, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. Aventurine, for all his sharpness and bravado, was always soft with you. His gestures, his touch—everything about him when you were alone like this felt so gentle, so far from the calculated risks he usually took in the world outside.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll want breakfast in a few minutes.” you teased, flipping the eggs before they burned.

He chuckled softly, tightening his arms around you. “Maybe. But right now, I just want you.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You turned your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him, his sandy-blond hair a little tousled, his eyes—those vibrant magenta and cyan—soft with affection. He looked so different like this, without the sharp edges, without the mask he wore so easily. It was just you and him, no gambles, no strategies—just the two of you, wrapped up in the simplicity of a quiet morning.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, noticing the way he clung to you a little tighter than usual, like he needed the closeness more than anything.

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered with something—a shadow of emotion that you almost missed. He hesitated before answering. “I… had a nightmare...” he admitted quietly, his voice so soft you could barely hear it.

You frowned slightly, turning off the stove and setting the spatula down. “What happened?”

He was quiet for a moment, his face pressing into your shoulder as if he didn’t want to say it out loud. Finally, he murmured, “I lost you.”

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his words. Aventurine wasn’t the type to easily admit his fears, but you could hear the tension in his voice, the lingering traces of whatever terrible dream had haunted him.

You turned in his arms, facing him now, your hands gently cupping his face. “I’m right here,” you whispered, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek. “It was just a nightmare.”

His vibrant eyes met yours, searching your face as if needing the reassurance. “It felt real,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours. “Too real.”

You leaned up slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your fingers threading through his hair. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered against his lips. “Not in this universe, or any other.”

He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he held you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For doubting… for being afraid.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you reassured him, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “We’re here. Together. That’s what matters.”

Aventurine’s lips curled into a small, grateful smile, the tension in his body slowly melting away. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips—soft, tender, filled with the kind of love that made your heart swell.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips, his voice barely above a breath. “For being here. For staying.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Always.”

For a long moment, you just stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the soft sounds of the morning filling the space around you. The nightmare, the fear—it all seemed so distant now, fading in the warmth of your shared embrace.

“Alright,” you said finally, a playful glint in your eye. “Now, are you going to help me finish breakfast, or are you just going to stand there and keep distracting me?”

Aventurine chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly. “Oh, I think I’ll keep distracting you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course you will.”

And with that, the two of you slipped back into the easy, comfortable rhythm of your morning, the nightmare nothing more than a forgotten shadow in the light of the life you’d built together.

[euijoosorangeslice]

hiii <3 how are you? hehe

skdjsks help my midterms are starting tomorrow, i’m super nervous… so, could i please request &team members’ reaction to when their s/o is stressed out about exams (maybe, even to the point of crying and isolating) 🥹

just something cute, cuz i think i’ve been reading smut a little too much lately😭

- 🦋

Haiii 🦋i gotchu (i think i sorta need a break from smut too😖)

warnings: a lil angsty, mostly fluff, (nicho is a lil suggestive tho)!

&team Reactions When Their S/o's Are Stressed Out

K

Would get really concerned. He's been in the same position as you before, so he knows how it feels.

"Babe?" He'd turn the corner, seeing you curled underneath your desk. Investigating the scene, he would see your textbooks all over the desk, open with writing notes all over it. Then, his ears would would pick up on your soft sniffles. "Oh, baby. Come here." Kei would pick you up from under the table and place you onto your bed. He would rock you back and forth, even if you try to escape his grasp. Would kiss your face all over and whisper praises in your ears.

Fuma

Doesn't really get why your stressed because he didn't struggle in school but will try his best to comfort you.

He would be cooking in the kitchen and ask you to grab him a glass cup. Of course you'd drop it onto the ground, watching it shatter over the floor. "Fuma...I'm so sorry." He'd see the tears well in your eyes, a little confused because it was his cup, not yours. "It's okay babe. I'll clean it up." He'd watch you fall apart, sobbing and falling to your knees. He would catch you before you fall onto the glass, lifting you up and placing you onto the couch. Kissing you softly and reassuring you. "Shit, I forgot to turn of the stove!"

Nicholas

Tries his best but will convince you to go with his...own solution.

Upon walking into his room, he'd look at your sad face. "You okay?" he'd ask, immediately making you burst into tears. Panicking, he'd get up from his bed and make you sit down next to him. Kissing your tears away, holding your face and putting your foreheads together. "Hey, don't stress about that school shit, ok? You can always ask me for help." He would softly kiss your neck and your collar, playing with the edge of your shirt. "I can distract you for about an hour if you need it."

Euijoo

Would comfort you and end up doing some studying with you, very patient.

When he comes into your room he'd see you hunched over your desk and crying, he would pick you up. "Hey baby. Hm, sit on my lap." You'd let him place you on his lap, hugging you tightly. "I know this is hard, but we have to get this done. How about I help you?" You two would spend the rest off the night studying, and you'd fall asleep on his lap.

Jo

Is probably actually in the same boat as you so you two can vent to each other.

You'd flop onto his bed while he's taking notes, making him look over at you. "Oh, hey y/n. What's up?" Starting to cry out of nowhere, he'd be a little concerned. But he gets it. He's stressed out too. You two would just sit on the bed together and cry in each other's embrace.

Yuma

Is the type to not stress over these things, but will hug it out.

"Babe? Are you seriously crying over this dumb stuff?" He teased, seeing your angered expression. "Yes, Yuma! This 'dumb stuff' can make or break the rest of my life." You scolded, Yuma's smile fading into a more compassionate one. "It's gonna be okay, my love. Just come here." Hugging you so tight you can barely, breathe, you'll start to think you might just be okay.

Harua

will stress out with you, make it a little worse but eventually make it better.

You would be working over your desk, panicking and your eyes wetting. Harua's eyes would go wide. "It's exam week? Oh crap! B-but you shouldn't worry. I know it's stressful but just take a deep breath." Hugging you from behind, you two would sit there for a second. "I'll head to the store and buy us some snacks, okay?"

Taki

knows about it already, planned something for you in advance.

Taki would come in while your studying, in an excited mood. You'd turn around, seeing tears well in your eyes. "Hey darling! Come see what I did." He'd grab your hand, taking you into the living room. You were too busy doing your work to even notice that Taki had set up a fort and some fairy lights. "Dinner and a movie?" He'd suggest, hearing the doorbell ring.

Maki

tries his hardest to be compassionate.

He'd bake you cookies and brownies and anything he can learn. In and out of your room all day while baking you treats. By the end of the day, you'd have piles of sweets waiting for you. He would hang out with you, holding you while you guys stuffed down all your sweets.

[archived-junkissed]

jun x short reader headcanons

member — junhui x short!reader (gn) genre — fluff, humor, headcanons word count — 0.5k warnings — none! notes — this ask made me giggle because i am actually a tall girlie myself lmao. if you wanted smut lmk :) also i chose to interpret this as friends to lovers so enjoy hehe

he flirts like a middle school boy tbh and he would be really shy around you but he also loves to tease you (lovingly)

he would call you short but then immediately follow it up by putting his arm around your shoulder and saying that you're the perfect height for him to rest his arm on

at the movie theater he would get the seats at the very back so you can see over everybody (even though those are the best seats and he would get them anyway) but he would tease you and say this is what it's like walking around and seeing the tops of people's heads all the time

i feel like he would also like doing "tall" things with you, like taking you to an amusement park and riding the tallest roller coasters with you

or going on hikes so you can sit at the top of the hill and eat lunch together while looking out over the city

he would love giving you totally-platonic-and-definitely-not-flirting piggyback rides and you'd always pout and tell him to put you down but he would insist on having you up there to "guide him in case he runs into something" (as if he can't see over everybody already lol)

at concerts he would let you sit on his shoulders so you can see

he would want you to share the experience of being tall with him hehe

he would also love grabbing things for you when they're too high for you to reach

when you invite him over for dinner sometimes he'll turn on the exhaust fan at the top of the stove for you—even though the on-switch is well within your reach and you glare at him and remind him you're not THAT short

he's also kind of become your designated handyman. smoke detector needs a new battery? light bulb needs changing? there's a spider making a web on your ceiling? he'll be there asap with a screwdriver, a new light bulb, and a cup to catch the spider with

he would love going outside with you when it rains because he can hold the umbrella up above your head and pull you really close to make sure you don't get wet

like look at how tall he is in that middle picture !! he would 100% use that to his advantage to have you hug him while you walk

not really tall/short related but while we're here i get the feeling that he's the type of guy to walk on the outside of the sidewalk by the street and make you walk on the inside away from the street

anyway overall i think he would find your height really cute no matter how tall or short you are and he would find ways to make lighthearted jokes about it in the hopes that you think he's cute too

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You finally got conifer into your living room! Maybe it was a bit hard to find good place for it at first... but with a bit of thought, you managed to find the perfect spot for it!

The tree was kinda on the side so no one would bump into it but it was still pretty noticable~ Now you just needed decorations!

You never were the type to have aby aesthetic ones though... so you did what any person at your place would do! You stepped out of your house into the garden and yelled as loud as you can...

"SAYORIIII"

Not long after, window from the house next to you opened and the girl you were calling popped out from it.

"WHAT?"

"I NEED DECORATIONS FOR MY TREE!!"

"ALRIGHT GIVE ME A SECOND!"

The next thing you saw was Sayori closing the window and turning light in her bedroom off, meaning she's most likely leaving now. Your neighbors surely are used to you screaming to each other by now si that wasn't really your concern... you just quickly stepped back into your house because of how cold it was outside and you didn't bother to dress up for quick screaming exchange...

You put the milk on stove as soon as you arrived, figuring that you might make some hot chocolate in exchange for Sayori bringing you decorations for the christmas tree in your living room, just waiting to be decorated.

When you were just getting marshmallows from the closet, you finally heard the long awaited doorbell! Not wanting to make your childhood friend freeze to her death out there, you quickly opened the door and saw no one else than her~ She was carrying a box like half her size...

"Oh here you are! Thanks for bringing these~"

"No problem! Guess it's just like every year... you bring tree, I bring decorations?"

"Hah... Yeah, guess that'll just never change~"

You took the box from her and kept the door open so she can enter and hopefully warm herself up. And she gladly took this offer! Upon entering your house she immidietly sniffled the air and looked over at Yoh with questionable gaze.

"Yup, I made hot chocolate~"

"Well thanks a lot!! I might have to come here more often!"

"Heh, it's in the kitchen. I just didn't manage to throw marshmallows in before you came."

"It's fine, I can do it!"

"Sure, I'll put away the decorations then."

Sayori just gave you a nod and went into the ktichen, visibly eager to finally drink the drink you've prepared beforehand~

You on the other hand, placed box with decorations right next to the tree, you were about to go to kitchen and drink some chocolate but you already saw Sayori coming out with... nothing?

"The chocolate is too hot. Wanna decorate tree while we wait for it to cool down a bit?"

"Hm~ Sure, let's do it!"

You agreed so quickly because if chocolate was too hot... might as well do something useful, no?

So you opened the box and took our bauble that was on top. And it was... rainbow unicorn?

"Seriously? I thought you'd have some Christmas decorations..."

"Hehe~ There are some! But I also put in some of my favorite baubles in a bought recently~"

"Alright... guess we can use it too..."

You were a bit disappointed that your tree will have not only christmas decorations but also some out of place ones... Well at least they're cute, no?

You picked up bauble after bauble with Sayori next to you. Some were typically Christmas themed, and others were... less Christmas themed...

Your tree turned out to be pretty much a mix of aesthetics by the end of the day... But hey! At least you had lots of fun decorating it and it was most certainly a special one~

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ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ 2024 ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴅᴀʀ

[jasminebutintaiwansojiemin]

July 22nd, 2024 星期一 - NCCU tour, Taipei Zoo, Teahouse in the Mountains

This morning I was so extremely tired so I woke up around 8:45 am and got ready to go to a nearby bakery for breakfast. I sped over there and ended up buying a ham and Swiss croissant and a walnut cinnamon bun thingy. They were pretty tasty and fairly cheap. I then met up with my class and we headed out on a (non-party) bus to visit NCCU, our professor’s alma matter hehe. It was definitely a long drive there but I just ate my pastries on the way. I carried my new water bottle with me all day but quite literally never filled it up 😭

Our first stop at the university was the international dorm, where we were greeted by some of the buildings staff. I lived in the international dorm back when I was a freshman so it was interesting to see what theirs looked like. It was a seven floor building that included both single and double rooms. The size of the single room we toured was at least twice that of the ones at UF. The rooms also had a balcony, its own bedding, and a fairly large mini fridge.

Next we toured the common area which was pretty large BUT lacked a real stove or oven. It was also pretty interesting that there were little cards everywhere with the Chinese name and pinyin of random items such as the fridge and fire extinguisher. The NCCU representative told us that the building is 90% international students and 10% Taiwanese students, which is definitely more than the 60% American students to 40% international students at UF. But I guess having less Taiwanese students gives more space for international students to have housing. The representative also mentioned that a lot of the visiting students are finance majors.

After this, we headed to view the different study spaces around the building before hopping in the bus off to our next tour stop. We ended up at the Dah Hsien Seetoo library, which was donated in 2018 by the former MBA students of NCCU professor Dah Hsien Seetoo. The library was very nice and modern inside, although the temperature was abnormally warm. We toured around the different floors and viewed spaces such as the study rooms and the maker space. Something I found interesting about the study rooms (for undergrads) is that instead of having individual spaces in a room, it was different cubicles you could reserve. For example, one room would have spots ABCDEF, and you would reserve seat D to study. For graduate students, however, there were also designated study spaces that they had the key to for whatever period of time. There is also something like that at UF in Library West, though less modern of course. In the maker space, there were multiple types of 3D printers, an engraver, and a heat press. All machines are free to use and long as you bring your own graphic or AI file to send to the machines.

At the end we visited a famous cafe in the bottom floor of the library. Some students got coffee and deserts but I was more interested in watching the ducks that lived in a little house outside by the nearby pond. There weren’t out when we first got there but later they came out and swam around. I went to the shore of the pond a few times to look at them better and they came onto the bank to play in the bushes. After the coffee shop, we headed out to NCCU’s version of University Blvd, a street with a lot of restaurants and boba shops. Some classmates and I decided on a dumpling shop down the street. I got pork and veggie potstickers, Korean style potstickers, and a pork and veggie wonton noddle soup. After lunch, we walked around for a bit and our professor bought us ice cream (<3) since it was so hot. I also ended up buying a passion fruit tea with coconut jelly.

We then headed to the zoo. It was a very very large zoo, it had a tram to take from one side to the other. We first viewed the kolas and pandas as a group. The kolas were so cute and fully. They looked very sleepy which I resonate with HEAVY. At first we couldn’t see much of the pandas, but after the zookeepers brought out their lunch, they were visible. They were so cute and large and fluffy. They almost looked fake haha. I visited the upstairs gift shop of the panda exhibit and bought a fairly good quality canvas tote bag with a drawn map of Taipei on it. Next, we took the tram to the reptile exhibit. There were more turtles and tortoises in this zoo than I think I’ve ever seen in my life. We explored several other exhibits afterwards— including the penguins, giraffes, elephants, sun bears, zebras, mandarin ducks, and Pygmy hippos. Something interesting about this zoo was the insane amount of food options. I feel like zoos in the U.S. barely have food places, and if they do, it’s super overpriced. At the end, we met with the rest of the class at the main gift shop. I folded last minute a bought a cute turtle keychain and a capybara with a turtle backpack (I might like turtles idk).

Next we took some group pictures outside before heading in the bus up a mountain to go to a famous teahouse. We got to experience the tea ceremony with jasmine tea (hehe) and I ordered some soy sauce braised chicken wings and a bowl of rice as a snack. After eating, I walked around outside and watched my classmates search for a large stick to beat up a spider so they could go down a path to cross a bridge to get closer to the nearby waterfall. There were some crazy mosquitos out there but thankfully our professor lent us mosquito spray when we had first got off the bus. I pet a very talkative orange cat while I was walking around outside (the cats in Taiwan so far tend got be so talkative). Eventually we did the drive home, where I showered, and then met with some of my classmates to get Indian food.

Academic Reflection

Taiwan Zoo was originally just the privately owned zoo of a Japanese man in the northern part of Taipei City. After just a year, the then Japanese government of Taiwan bought the land and turned it into a public park called the Maruyama Zoo (Maruyama is now called Yuanshan). After World War 2, the park was taken over by the ROC Taipei City government. One of the most popular animals was Lin Wang, an Asian elephant that worked during the second Sino-Japanese and relocated with the Kuomintang. He was the most popular animal until the zoo received 2 pandas from Mainland China.

In 1973 they made plans to build a modern zoo and after thirteen years, the original zoo in Yuanshan was closed and a new zoo in the southern part of Taipei was opened on New Year’s Day. The location was moved to accommodate more animals and give more space for the both the recreation and research sides to function. The new Taiwan Zoo is now one of the largest zoos in Asia, and focuses on the conservation and research of animals and insects. Something unique about this zoo is the Formosa animal area, where zoo visitors can see native Taiwanese animals such as Eurasian otters, Pangolins, and sika deer.

[tekutiger]

Chai Espresso [1.5 Liter] - Teku's Style

I've been working on this recipe for a couple of months, trying to perfect it to my personal preference and thought I'd share it. I know it wont be everyone's cup of tea (hehe get it?), but perhaps someone else out there will like it. This is a strong Chai Espresso. No light flavors here.

It started when I bought this Pumpkin Spice Latte drink from Starbucks and I got my first introduction to Espresso. I was like wait- this tastes like coffee, but stronger and has more depth. I'm actually not a coffee person, but I realized then that I was an espresso person. I'm also very much a cinnamon person and that carries over to all things Chai and Pumpkin Spice. So here I am combining Chai and Espresso.

We aren't going to do this the lazy or easy route however, we're going to do this the legit route. You can find some shortcuts doing this yourself and I'll offer examples of things you can substitute in and out, but I'll be showing you how I do it and the things I use.

This recipe is also going based off the fact that you have an Espresso Machine that can make 2-4 shots of espresso at a time. You can also make the chai and drink it by itself, just do not add the espresso!

That being said, here's some items you'll see me use, and potentially items you may need. Keep in mind you do not need the exact same brands. Just because I have McCormick cinnamon sticks, doesn't mean you need to have McCormick cinnamon sticks. Infact I just ordered more cinnamon sticks from Spicy World (they appear to be a different type of Cinnamon - Saigon, where McCormick is Cassia). Buy and use what you prefer to use.

Three of the things not shown here that will also be used, is ginger, milk and a pitcher that can hold 1.5 liters. If you're looking for a recipe list:

7 Cups Water (goes into the pot)

16 Cardamom Pods

12 Black Peppercorns

9 Cloves

8 Slices/Coins of Ginger

5 Sticks of Cassia Cinnamon (McCormick for example), 4 Stick of Saigon Cinnamon (Spicy World for example)

1 1/2 tbsp Assam Tea (can substitute out for packets of tea or other favorite loose tea)

2 to 2 1/2 tbsp Milk (adjust to personal preference)

5 tsp Stevia (or substitute out for sweetener of choice, may need to adjust measurement)

3 1/2 to 4 shots Espresso (made via machine and add by preference)

4 Star Anise (optional, I don't add this)

Everything in this recipe is adjustable to personal taste. I put some explanations in parenthesis already but I'll add more in-depth explanations as I go further down the post. I just know people (myself included) like short and simple recipe lists.

If you want to add star anise, I'd say probably add 4 for this recipe and work your way up or down on preference. I personally do not like it so I didn't bother with it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Step 1. Throwing everything into your pot and putting it onto the stove to boil.

This is rather simple actually. To start, add 7 cups of water to a medium sized pot.

We're just going to grab our handy pestle and mortar with our 16 Cardamom pods and give them a gentle pound to open them up.

We're also going to slice up our fresh ginger until we have 8 coins/slices. I find this to be the easiest and quickest way to use ginger. I mean, yeah we can dice it up, or we can cut a piece off and crush it, but it takes so much more time and then we have more things to clean. Trust me, this is easier and we still get all the flavors.

Next we're going to simply grab 12 peppercorns and 9 cloves and plop them into the pot, along with 4 or 5 cinnamon sticks- depending on if they are Cassia or Saigon (and optional star anise). Cassia and Saigon have different flavor profiles and strengths, so there is a reason why we are adding more or less of these.

I set this to my next to highest heat, which is 8 or 9, until it comes to a rolling boil. When it reaches that point, I set it to a medium point, around a 4-5 for about 20 minutes or so.

This does actually take a bit, but you want the spices to release and infuse the water, and for the water to get a nice rich brown color. You'll notice the cinnamon sticks open up, the cardamom pods get poofy, and it'll very much already smell like chai.

2. In the meantime, get your Espresso going. It's as simple as that. My machine will vary from yours so I cannot instruct you here. But prepare 3 1/2 to 4 shots of Espresso of your favorite blend to pair with this chai. When it's finished, set it aside. You can potentially get this done in the time your chai is doing its thing in the background.

3. Back to the Chai

So your cinnamon sticks are opened up, cardamom pods are poofy, your pot of chai actually smells like chai.

It's at this point that I turn down my stovetop even further to around 3, and I add my 1 1/2 tbsp of Assam tea (or other favorite loose tea, or 3 packets of tea).

It only takes about a minute (or two) of letting the tea sit in the pot when I take it off the heat. Letting tea seep too long can make it bitter, so I try not to leave it too long. I know there are some debates that this isn't the case with herbal tea and black tea but I beg to differ with black tea 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Basically when the leaves "open up" or no longer look shriveled as they do in the bag, that's when I take it off the heat. It'll continue to 'cook' in its residual heat even after I remove it off the burner anyways.

This is where we add about 2 to 2 1/2 tbsp of milk. I usually eyeball this but I measured it out for this recipe. You can add more or less depending on your preference, but you're aiming for a caramel color with your chai. As for your milk, I personally use 2% lactose-free milk because its what I was raised on and what I'm used to, but traditionally for chai, whole milk is best. Choose what you prefer.

Remember that small strainer tool from the first picture? We get to fetch that for this next part. We also get to fetch our Espresso from Step 2 and our 1.5 Liter Pitcher.

My pitcher is a little extra, in that it is dishwasher safe and can withstand hot fluids. I don't have to wait for my Espresso or Chai to cool down before pouring them into the container. If yours is not capable of this, you may have to wait until your fluids cool down, which could take a while. Please be cautious and double check any container you intend to use for this before hand, as it may warp or melt.

I always first pour in my Espresso into the pitcher, followed by adding in the 5 tsp of Stevia and mixing well. If you're using a different sweetener, or pure sugar, you may have to adjust the amount of sweetener used as I've never used another type of sweetener.

Next is something you can opt to do or not, it's just a convenience thing. I take a pair of metal tongs and fish out the cinnamon sticks before straining (toss them away in a compost bin or however you choose to dispose of them). I find they like to jump forward at you during the straining process and this makes it a little less messy in the long run.

Take your strainer and strain the pot of chai into your Pitcher. Give it a stir with a paddle or spoon durable of the heat, and you're finished! Viola, Pitcher of Espresso Chai!

Exactly 1.5 liters.

Step 4. All that's left is to drink some in your favorite mug.

(mug is from OctoNation 🐙💓) And no, nothing in this post is an Ad. Everything is just stuff I love a lot.

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Reimei Trio hcs..

Yes hi I will now ramble & probably talk a lot of Obbligato lore so spoiler alert ☺️

CW/TW: abuse, trauma, my swearing.. & tickles 🥹

I didn’t proof read this so..

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- Let me remind everyone that Tatsumi did not know how to work a stove upon entering ES. As much as I love the idea of motherly Tatsu, he definitely was not the one making all that food for his group. I like to think Jun cooked occasionally for Tatsumi & Kaname whenever he could. The option was hardly there, but as someone who often had to fend for himself, I think learning to cook simple basics would make sense..? Jun probably taught Kaname some basic cooking skills as well since Tatsumi was constantly busy with other things.

- Kaname & Jun play fight a lot. It usually results in Jun winning, and it’s probably also how they discovered each others ticklishness. Though Kaname is usually the one getting wrecked, and honestly? Deserved. Jun would probably jab at his side or playfully threaten Kaname whenever he was being too bitchy towards Jun. Which is a common occurrence..

- On occasion Jun and Kaname would force Tatsumi to sleep in the octopus room with them. (Don’t quote the room name bc I can’t remember if thats correct..) typically it would be to Kanames concern, as Jun really didn’t want to drag himself into Tatsumi’s antics. Tatsumi is super blindsided when it comes to assistance in this current era, and even Kaname recognizes that he cannot care for himself properly in his mental state. Although Jun cared for Tatsumi significantly, he ultimately believed there wasn’t much he could do to assist someone so stubborn, and in his situation.

- Adding onto that, I believe Jun did not want to egg on Tatsumi’s unhealthy ideals. Unlike Kaname, who cared for Tatsumi’s health, the only way to support Tatsumi was to follow him blindly. As much as Jun loved Tatsumi’s work, he refused to become part of that cult that Tatsumi started.

- To be able to convince Tatsumi away from work when the three were together, Jun and Kaname would tickle Tatsu to distract him. He’d probably mess up his writing, and look all shocked and confused. Then Jun and Kaname would pounce to get his attention for themselves. It’d also help get Tatsumi tuckered out so he could rest properly on those rare occasions.

- I can imagine Kaname tickling Jun if Jun denied him of what he wanted, like, persistently.. since Jun easily gives in to Kanames temper tantrums.

- Tatsumi attempting to tickle Jun or Kaname in return.. he’d probably try if Kaname was acting pouty, or if he wanted to see Jun smile in a certain situation. But!! He’d be super silly about it, he’d probably be like “hehe! Tickle tickle! ( ◜ᴗ◝ : )” and make Jun & Kaname all embarrassed but he just thinks its all sweet ‘n fun that he gets to make his friends laugh. It’s a type of playfulness that the three of them hardly ever get to experience.

- I think Jun would be the only one to have any actual remaining photos of him, Tatsumi, and Kaname. I think the idea of him developing one and giving it to Tatsumi or HiMERU as a birthday gift would be incredibly sweet, and also incredibly sad.

- As in current time.. Jun wishes he could spend time with Tatsumi and Kaname again. Being able to spend any sort of time he can with Tatsumi or HiMERU makes him over joyed. Especially Tatsumi, as he was someone of huge importance to Jun. Tatsumi was his very first safe space, someone he looked up to, and adored. After Tatsumi and Kaname disappeared, he was left alone without friends until he was invited into Edens unit.

- Regarding shipping.. These three? Poly. Idc, I won’t even debate. Tatsumi loves and cares for them both so dearly, he has a lot of intense history with Jun and Kaname, and would do anything for them. Kaname absolutely adores Tatsumi to the point where its clearly unhealthy, but Jun places a good balance between the two’s obsessiveness. Jun is someone Kaname can also seek comfort in, be playful with, and act so incredibly stubborn. The fact that they all fell apart, is one of the most heart wrenching things uuu I love them.. Jun fortunately wasn’t there (to my memory) to actually witness what happened to Tatsumi and Kaname. To add onto this though.. I definitely love the idea of them as friends.. but Kaname & Tatsumi? Hell no. Those two are gayer than gay for each other.

- Random fun fact but even to this day Jun canonly finds Kaname ( HiMERU ) attractive and calls him sexy repeatedly.. LMAO I think people really forget that Kaname was known for his good looks as well at Reimei.

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Like Real People Do, Part 9! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery and Casper visit Avery's lighthouse for the first time since they met. Avery discusses the prospect of taking Casper to visit his home. Tons... and I mean tons of sappy fluff. This is the longest part I have written, so far.

☁️ Warnings: Do I even need to say it, at this point? Ridiculously indulgent, super gay, suggestive, and lots of tickling (both ler and lee Avery, ooh~). No minors or no-age blogs, I am dead serious. I will block you on sight.

☁️ Author's Note: Nothing really to add this time, honestly... other than just how grateful I am that other people read and enjoy this fic. It's so special to me, and I love writing it, even though I get writer's block sometimes! I am still struggling with that a bit, so I am unsure of when the next part will be out. Thank you for being so kind and patient. 💙

This is a series!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 *you are here

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

A low roll of thunder coaxed me awake, followed by rain softly thrumming on the window above my bed. Lifting one hand to rub my eyes, I reached out for Avery with the other. Nothing but cool, empty sheets. All at once, I was painfully awake. 

“Avery…?”

No reply. As I looked over, I saw that he'd even made his half of the bed. Who does that? 

I sat up vertiginously, my ears ringing as my feet found their way to the carpet. Dim, translucent sunlight filtered through the venetian blinds as I waited for the punishing hypotensive episode to pass, knowing that if I stood now, I wouldn't be standing for long. My toes curled with anxiety as I recalled flashes of the previous day; it had been pretty intense, what with the crying, the deep conversation, and the… session, afterwards… What if I’d scared him off…? 

“Avery?” I called a bit louder, this time in the direction of the living room-kitchen, which was all one space in my tiny apartment. Silence. My heart sank. Had he really gone back home without saying goodbye…? 

A metallic clang resounded from the doorway, followed by an unintelligible comment. Only then, after sitting upright had allowed my sinuses to clear, did I smell cooking oil and… eggs? 

“In here!” 

His voice was pleasant, but preoccupied. I measured a relieved exhale as I pushed myself to my feet, wobbling a bit as I stepped into my slippers. I should've known he wasn't the type to just leave without a word, by now. A twinge of shame stirred in my chest. 

As I entered the kitchen, Avery stood over the stove, my spatula looking like a child's toy in his large hand. He was the tallest I'd ever seen him, presumably due to the rain; the top of his curved head nearly grazed the ceiling as he turned to me, lighting the room up with his characteristically huge smile. It didn't matter that it was raining… I had all the sunshine I needed, right here. 

“Good morning! I made tea, would you like some?” 

“Hehe, sure… You didn't have to make us breakfast, that's so sweet of you! I didn't know you knew how to cook… What are you making?” I poured the tea, glancing down at the cast-iron pan, where Avery was doing what could only charitably be described as “cooking”. His intended preparation for the eggs was visually indiscernible.

“Well, I… I've never cooked anything before, but I figured I would try my hand at making fried eggs! I found a recipe online from this wonderful woman named Linda, she's a mother of two children and three “fur babies”, as she calls her dogs! Oh, Casper, they are so cute… no wonder she took so many photos of them! I learned other things from her, too: Did you know that there are so many uses for essential oils? Just this morning, I learned that peppermint can be used to keep wasps away! Isn't that interesting? I never expected to learn so much from a recipe for eggs.”

“Yes, that's very interesting,” I said, hiding my amused smirk behind my teacup. “I didn't even know you liked eggs.”

“I’ve never had them before, I just wanted to make them for you. Though, they didn't… really come out the way you like them, I apologize...” 

I blushed as it dawned on me that, not only had Avery quietly observed and remembered my favorite preparation for eggs, he had learned to make them just for me. 

“Oh, honey… they look delicious. I'm so touched you did this for me, what a sweet cloud you are!” 

Avery chuckled sheepishly as he took a plate from the cabinet. The eggs were a partially-cooked swirl of clear, white, and yellow. I couldn't blame him; cast-iron was not ideal for frying eggs… even I struggled, occasionally. I could see pepper, though – at least he’d used seasoning! 

“Perhaps it won’t be so bad,” I thought, but as the first bite entered my mouth, I had to compose my face in a mask of calm; it was the saltiest thing I had ever eaten. Though I tried to conceal my disgust, my eyes watered as I watched Avery's hopeful expression turn sympathetic. 

“You can be honest. I promise, I won't be upset. It was my first try, after all. Did I use too much salt? I thought it might help your blood pressure.” 

I turned my back to him as I spit into the trash can. 

He winced. “That bad, huh?” 

“It was a compassionate thought,” I said, wiping my mouth, “but, um… it's better to under-season until you get the hang of things. I'm really sorry. Please don't feel bad, okay? I know you did your best.” I wrapped my arms around his middle, nuzzling my head into his chest. “Thank you… Really. You are so kind.” I meant it. 

Avery pulled me closer, one hand on my back while the other stroked my hair. I closed my eyes as I turned my ear against him, listening to the wind whistle and howl just beyond the soft barrier of his body. I watched the rain soak my patio furniture. Truthfully, I wasn't very hungry. It was still fairly early in the morning, and all I really wanted to do was cuddle with him. 

“Casper… Are you okay with everything we did last night…?” 

His square glasses framed his large, concerned eyes as I looked up at him. 

“You mean, like… the teekay stuff?” I tried to hold his gaze, but turned my attention back to the window as I felt my ears flush. He chuckled, softly. 

“Yes, the tickling stuff. Prior to last night, I'd never held you down before. Well, I might have held your foot hostage, once,” – my blush deepened – “but last night was… a bit different. Was it okay? Were you uncomfortable, at all?” 

I was grateful for Avery's cool body against my hot face. “I… n-no. It was perfect… ah… really,” I stammered, struggling to attach words to the flustered, enthralled, gratified thrill he'd given me the night prior. It wasn't just “okay”; in terms of tickling… in terms of most things I'd ever done with another person… it was the best I'd ever had. 

“Was it fun for you, too?” I summoned the courage to look back up at him. 

He smiled again, tenderly, his face brimming with affection. I could only wonder at what I'd done to deserve for someone to look at me the way Avery did; in that moment, I was the only person on Earth. 

“The most fun I've ever had, dewdrop.” He cupped my face in his palm, stroking his thumb along my cheek. Then, he giggled a bit. “Goodness, the way you howled… I was certain I'd hear a knock on your door, any minute!” 

“Avery!” I squeaked, now flushed with a full showing of red as I buried my face in his chest. Avery's hearty laugh filled the room, causing a flurry of butterflies to take flight in my belly. God, how I wanted to hear more of that. Anticipation tingled along my fingertips as I restrained the urge to give him a ticklish helping of his own, right that instant. “That isn't very fair, you know,” I whined into his shirt, “I can't pin you down like that.” 

“Well, true, you can't conjure like I can… But, if you'd like a bit of ‘quid pro quo’ as it were, I'd happily allow it.” 

My heart fluttered in my chest. How was he so compliant? I felt the buzz in my hands spread up my arms, wondering if he'd really be able to withstand a real tickling from me. 

“Really…?” 

“Of course! I hardly gave you a fair shake the first time, and I have to admit… I did enjoy it quite thoroughly…” A delicate cornflower shade rose in his cheeks. 

“Well, I don't have to work today, and frankly, I'm not particularly hungry… well, not for food. We could start right now, if you like…” 

I flashed him a look that seemed to catch him off guard; his eyes grew wider, and he lifted a hand to his lips, as if preparing to cover his face. 

“Ah, well, I, um…” 

Before he could finish stammering, I offered another suggestion. “Listen… I'll get dressed and put on my raincoat. If we're gonna do this, it should probably be at the lighthouse… you were right, it would really suck to be interrupted… and you are much louder than I am.” 

I twirled away with a giggle and a flourish, leaving him with his watercolor blush leaking all over his face. 

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My eyes scanned the apartment courtyard. Luckily, the rain had kept most of my neighbors indoors. I motioned for Avery to follow me outside, then quickly locked the door. He hoisted me into his arms, my green raincoat squeaking as it crinkled under my knees.

“The cloud cover is low, today… I should be able to conceal us there. The altitude is well within the safe range for humans, but tell me right away if you start to feel hypoxic, okay? Are you ready?”

I cuddled into Avery's chest, watching the rain roll off his skin and clothes. I wasn't sure if it was a human-made product, like Scotchgard, that made his clothing waterproof, or a Cirropian invention. Either way, he did not seem phased in the slightest by the rain. I supposed that made sense, considering that he was rain on the inside. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt; though we'd flown together before, takeoffs still made me nervous. 

“Ready,” I replied, a bit shakily. 

“Hehe… Don't worry, okay?” He hugged me closer, nuzzling his face under my coat hood and kissing my cheek with his cold lips, forcing a giggle out of me. “We’ll be there before you know it. Just hold on tight, and don't look down.” 

I felt Avery's chest expand as he drew in a deep breath, crouching low to the ground, before he rocketed upwards, my stomach lurching as he launched us into the sky. The rain thundered against my rubber coat as it was met with our upward momentum, and I tucked inward as much as possible to shield my face. The rush of autumn wind was cold as it wrapped around my neck, hands, ankles, and anywhere else it could reach. With my head reeling and knuckles white from my grip on Avery's shirt, it felt like an eternity before we slowed to a stop. 

“There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it?” 

I blinked, looking up. Everything as far as I could see was white. Reaching out tentatively, I swished my hand through the damp, icy mist, watching it swirl around my fingers. As I shivered, Avery tucked me closer to him. 

“It's weird to think that this is what it'd feel like, if I could reach into your body.” 

He stepped gracefully through the air, cutting a path through the milky cloud. The way he moved reminded me of the rooftop scene from Howl’s Moving Castle; whimsical and effortless. 

“Perhaps a bit, though, I can assure you… nothing inside me is as still as this cloud, hehe. My storm is always raging, no matter how docile I might appear. If you were to stick your hand into my belly, you'd feel wind, lightning, hail… it wouldn't be very pleasant.”

“Well, no need to worry about that. I don't need to reach inside… at least, not to make you giggle! All it takes is a light stroking across the surface…” I traced a fingertip along the underside of his chin. “Isn't that right, Avery?” 

To my surprise, Avery bubbled up with giggles, scrunching his neck a bit as I ran my digit along his skin. Until that moment, it had not occurred to me that he might be ticklish there! It was no surprise, however; so far, Avery was ticklish no matter where I tried. 

“Awww! Avery, are you ticklish on the underside of your head?” 

“I… aheh, I suppose I am…” He was clearly embarrassed, but with his hands preoccupied by holding me, he couldn't cover his face. His eyes shifted away from me, a nervous smile drawing up the corners of his lips. It was easy to forget that he did not know his own tickle spots; since Cirropians were unable to tickle each other, he had never experienced it prior to meeting me. 

“Oh, god, that is so cute. I can't wait until we land… I wanna scribble all over under there.” 

I watched a flurry of emotions pinwheel across Avery’s face; surprise first, then a deep blush… before he seemed to compose himself, meeting my gaze with an impish glint. 

“I hope you don't think that, because I am holding you, I'm powerless against your taunts… “ 

He winked, and as he did, a foggy white hand appeared before my eyes. I gasped, but obviously, there was nowhere to run; I could only cling tighter to Avery as the silky digits of his duplicate hand scribbled gently under my chin, along my jawline and down my neck. 

“Ahahahahavery!” I squealed, shrugging my shoulders as I tried to hide as much exposed skin as possible. It was of little use, however; the ghostly fingertips were not only agile, but quite dexterous as well, affording them perfect timing to strike wherever I was unable to guard. As was usual with Avery, I quickly realized the futility of trying to fight; for someone with no experience, he was ridiculously good at tickling. 

“Ooh, what happened, dewdrop? Did you get a little too big for your boots? Did somebody throw a stone right back at you… right into that little glass house of yours? You're not ticklish under your chin, are you? Right heeeeeere?” 

“Plehehehehease! I'm gonna f-fahahahahahall!” 

“As if I would ever let that happen… Not to worry, I can handle all your helpless squirming! Just relax and enjoy the in-flight entertainment, we'll be landing shortly.” His voice was laced with barely-contained laughter. 

“AHAHAVEREHEHEHEY!” 

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My legs wobbled as he set me down on his doorstep, still quite giddy, and more than a little flushed. Chuckling, he rested his hand on my back to steady me as he unlocked the heavy lighthouse door. 

“I know you're eager, but let's have tea first, okay? I know it may have seemed spur-of-the-moment, but… the primary reason I gave you a tickling was because I could tell you were getting cold, and I wanted to get your heart rate up. We can do whatever you'd like once you’re warm.”

I held his cool, soft hand as he led me up the winding staircase into the coziness of his tiny kitchen. 

We'd only been together for a few months, but it was difficult to remember what my life was like before Avery; it was as though some secret part of me had known him all along, and was quietly waiting for me to meet him again… to find him again, in this life. Even the scent of his kitchen, of his skin – the wet stone, sea, and old paper bouquet of his life – were somehow familiar to me, even the first time, and even though I'd never lived near the ocean before. Perhaps that was why trust, in both directions, was so effortless with Avery; in some way, right from the start, we saw each other in ourselves. 

“You've been staring into that teacup for ages… Are you alright?” Avery’s wooden chair scraped the tiled floor as he inched a bit closer. Just beyond a gingham-print curtain, raindrops pelted the springline window that illuminated the small space. 

“Oh, sorry. Actually, I… I was thinking about Cirropa. Do you ever get homesick…?” 

“Yes, quite often… But, I do call my parents when I feel that way, and that makes me feel a bit better. It isn't the same as being with them, though.”  

“Do you ever visit, or do they ever visit you?” 

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms thoughtfully across his chest. 

“Well, I’ve been living in this lighthouse for about six years… and in that time, I have only visited once. It isn't difficult to visit Cirropa, per se, but it does take quite a bit of energy. Aheh… I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but sen-clouds – sentient clouds, like myself – are forbidden from inhabiting, or even visiting Earth. If you've ever watched Star Trek, the principle can be likened to the “prime directive”; your kind is not ready for the technology and capabilities we possess, or, broadly… to know of our existence. I am the only one for whom an exception has been made, and only given the dire circumstances that I am here to address.” 

I watched the rain streak its way down the glass.

“You weren't supposed to meet me, were you…?” It wasn't a question. I finally looked up from the tiny pool of black tea, and into his clear, gentle eyes. 

“No, I was not. Sending anonymous data and reports to scientific labs and institutes was the only contact with humans I was intended to have.” 

“Will you get in trouble because of me, if anyone finds out...?” My words twisted with guilt.

“Perhaps… but, probably not. The alternative was that I allow you to drown, and no Cirropian would deem that acceptable. Not all Cirropians hold humans in high regard, it’s true… but none of us are so cruel.” 

“I can't blame them for how they feel… I’m so sorry for what my species has done to yours. It makes me so sad… and so angry, too.”  

“I understand, but, pet… you cannot shoulder that burden for humankind. All we can do – both of us – is work and hope for a better future. It's just that simple… and just that hard. But, I believe the effort will be worth it in the end. Don't you?” 

He offered a tender smile, extending his hand for me to hold. I took it. As I did, he pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around me. Melting into his embrace was as natural as breathing. We shared a quiet moment together, listening to the rain dance and the ocean waves crash against the distant shore. 

“Avery… Do you think I could meet your family one day?” 

“Certainly. In fact, my parents already know about you.”

“What?! What did you tell them?” I pulled back to look at him, incredulous. He laughed, rubbing my back reassuringly.

“Hehe! Nothing but the truth; that you are very kind, intelligent, and honest… and that you're the apple of my eye, of course…” 

I flushed deeply, looking away from him. With one soft knuckle, he gently tilted my head back to meet his eyes. 

“They’re very excited to meet you, Casper. Nobody back home has ever met a human before – you'll be quite popular, I'm sure of it. And, I just know my parents will love you… much like I do.” 

I tittered, breaking away from Avery’s hold as I felt my ears flush. “Aww, hell… I love you, too, fluffy-head.” 

Avery gasped, feigning offense. “Was that a swear I just heard out of you? And in my home, too! The nerve of some humans, my word… I suppose we’ll just have to correct that, won’t we?”

I started, leaping out of Avery’s lap and nearly slipping on his kitchen rug as I darted for the door. I wasn’t typically the type to run, but, hell – he’d already gotten a free shot at me on the ride over, what was the harm in giving him a little run for his money? Plus… I was supposed to be tickling him! If he was going to get me again, he was going to have to work for it!

“Ohoho… now, you’re in trouble,” was the last thing I heard as I swung around the corner, giggling uncontrollably as I rushed down the winding metal staircase toward his bedroom. My heart fluttered in my chest as I tried to listen for him over my clambering footsteps, but I didn’t look back to check if he was chasing me. I wasn’t even sure what I’d do once I arrived in his room – maybe hide under the bed? Given the narrow nature of the lighthouse, there weren’t a lot of other options. 

“Almost there,” I thought, but just as my hand touched the doorknob, my feet lost traction with the floor. 

“W-wait, WHAhahahait!” I laughed as Avery grappled and carried me through the doorway, tossing me like a ragdoll onto his large, soft bed. Then he was on top of me, his quick fingers tickling every spot on my torso that he could reach.

“Wait for what, exactly? I was already kind enough to give you a headstart! Did you really think you could outrun me? What were you going to do when you got here, hm? Hide under the bed?” He teased, shaking his head in amused exasperation as he squeezed my sides, kneaded his fingertips into my tummy, and scribbled under my arms, never staying in one spot for too long. I thrashed against the bed, overtaken by delightfully panicked, hysterical laughter; my grin was so big, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” I howled through my laughter, trying to roll onto my belly to protect myself from the full-frontal attack.

“You certainly make a lot of unclear requests! Please what, dear? Please find all of your most ticklish spots, and tickle you there? Why, I’d be delighted to!”

Avery did not stop me from rolling over, but as he responded by sitting on my hips, I instantly realized the mistake I had made. Not only had I ensured I wouldn’t be able to predict his movements, I had no hope of protecting myself from this angle. He didn’t even need to conjure extra hands – he simply lifted my left arm over my head with one hand, and began scritching away at my armpit with the other.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” I screeched, burying my head into his pillow as I laughed wildly, my free hand clawing at his quilt in futility. Much to my embarrassment, I was also beginning to drool on his pillow.

“STAHAHAAHAP AHAHAHVERY!” I kicked my feet in ticklish glee against the bed, the rest of my body practically immobilized.

“Hehe, my goodness… the way you squeal when I tickle you here! This spot must be terrible for you, isn’t it? Tell me… are you ready to apologize, yet?” He changed tactics, using only one fingertip to draw a quick, torturous spiral in the center of my hollow.

“YEHEHEHES! I’M SORRHEHEHEYYY!”

Avery snickered as he switched to an impish flickering motion, still with just one digit. “Let’s make sure you mean it… sorry for what, dear?”

“S-SWHEHEHEHEARING!” I could barely get the word out. My body trembled beneath Avery as I had completely given in to laughter, my face practically glowing with heat as tendrils of blue hair plastered themselves to my hairline. Finally, he relented, moving off of me and helping me to roll over.

“Look at how flushed you are! Oh, dewdrop…” He tittered affectionately, cradling my burning cheek in his chilly palm. “You’re as red as a strawberry.”

My head swam as I sat up, still giggling as I complained, “Dude, look! You made me drool on your pillow, I feel bad…” 

Avery's hand on my cheek slid down to my chin, angling my head gently to look at him. He leered over the rim of his glasses, his tone low as a smirk played along his lips.

“You realize I've tasted the inside of your mouth, right…?” My eyes widened as they met Avery's sultry gaze; had I not been so flushed already, I would have. “I'm not fussed over a little drool… especially if I am responsible for causing it.”

My lips tingled as I was weak but to recall the frigid softness of his kiss, my eyes wandering from his eyes down to his mouth, tracing the tiny divet of his cupid's bow. As he spoke, his endearing, crowded teeth were revealed to me in vulnerable flashes, contrasting with his authoritative demeanor. I imagined them, smooth and hard as crystal against the tip of my tongue.

“I…” 

“Yes…?”

“C-can… can I…” 

Before I could finish, Avery leaned his plush lips into mine, tugging me closer as he circled an arm around my back. We fell together onto his quilt, our bodies a tangle of limbs, hands and skin, gaps between us closing until I was unsure of where I ended and he began. The cool silk of his body brushed and pressed against mine, wrapping me in his huge embrace and enormous love, kissing like he’d been waiting all his life for this moment. 

In my besotted haze, I could still appreciate the differences between this second kiss, and Avery's first one; his effervescence was now tempered with a savoring patience as he mirrored my tactics, elaborating on my techniques nearly as soon as he'd learned them, rendering them uniquely his own. His passion was so intoxicating, it took a moment for me to realize I was dizzy for another reason. 

“Avery… l-let me breathe…” 

“Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Did I get carried away?”

I tittered, stroking his cheek. “No… you were wonderful. You're great at kissing. And… a lot of other things, too.”  

I watched his blush spread beneath his pale, translucent skin. Even though he'd just been kissing me like he'd never get another chance, he still sheepishly avoided my gaze at the compliment. 

I continued, adopting a sly tone, “Speaking of which… aren't we here, in this lighthouse, for a reason?” 

That same surprised kaleidoscope of emotion from earlier twinkled across his face; surprise, embarrassment, then guilty reminiscence. 

“O-oh, that's right…” 

“That's right, is right. Roll onto your back, for me?” 

Avery repositioned, laying with his arms at his sides. I straddled his hips, folding my arms across my chest as I sized him up, a small surge of confidence pulling my lips into an approving simper.

“Are you ready?” I asked. 

“Hehe, as I'll ever be…” He replied, already giggling a bit. His cotton tank top rested loosely around his torso, offering little protection for his sensitive skin. As I lifted the hem of his shirt to his lower ribs, I watched his blush spread down his neck. 

“What have I gotten myself into… “ He laughed, covering his face with his hands. 

“Oh, no. None of that. You're not hiding that grin from me this time, Nimbus. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like you to lift your arms up.” I smirked wickedly. 

Avery's eyes filled with a recognizably giddy panic, but he wordlessly complied, lifting his arms and placing his hands behind his head. Except for where his wrinkled shirt laid across his chest, his upperbody was completely exposed. 

“N-now listen, Casper, aheh,” he stuttered, squirming a little beneath my weight, “you would do well to remember that whatever you dole out, I am perfectly capable of- pfffHAHAHA!” 

Before he could finish, I pressed all ten of my fingertips into his bare, rounded belly, scribbling them gently into his softness. 

“Capable of what, peach?” I teased, snickering as he softly rocked his body from side to side. I was a bit proud to have caught him off guard, and easily followed his movements. “Capable of gales of laughter?” 

“G-geehehehehe! Don't s-start whihihith THAHAHAHAT!” He howled, his tummy trembling beneath my touch as he kept his arms dutifully raised, his huge grin and vibrant blush on full display. 

My heart melted to see him go to pieces like this; all of his clever wordplay, physical strength, and supernatural abilities were nothing in the face of a little tickling. He was completely undone, laughing with all the reckless abandon of someone who never even intended to hold back. So dear was he, that I could scarcely continue teasing him for the intensity of my own fluster, but I'd painstakingly memorized too many weather puns to just let them go to waste!

“Don't start with what~? All these tickles I've been saving for a rainy day? Well, I'm definitely not going to let you rain on my parade… it's best to make hay while the sun shines…!” I peppered him with idioms, working him into an even more desperate, giggly lather. 

“CAHAHAHAASPER!” Avery whined with delicious, bubbly anguish, the surface of his skin beginning to glow and buzz with electricity. My fingertips skittered from the middle of his belly to his sides, quickly pinching and tweaking his delightfully squishy body. 

“Hehe! Coochie, coochie, coo! Wow, you're so ticklish! I'm barely even touching you, Avery!” He truly was wonderful to tickle; everywhere I touched seemed to get at least a giggle, his more tender spots eliciting booming, thunderclap-like laughter that bounced off the many bookshelves and illustrations in his bedroom. 

“Alright… let's see if you can handle the spot that you just love to torment me with…” I leaned forward, hovering my fingertips menacingly over his armpits. 

Despite not knowing if he was ticklish there, given that I had never tickled his pits, Avery was already so giddy that he simply cackled away, regardless. 

“Wahahait! WAHAIT!” He begged, but much to my amusement – and though they were trembling a bit with the effort – he kept his arms up. 

“Ohoho, yeah? Wait for what, giggly cloud?” I taunted, grinning as I wiggled my fingertips mere centimeters from his smooth hollows. Avery's entire face radiated a saturated blue as a flurry of sparks began to fly off from his skin, landing harmlessly on his thick bedding. His large eyes curved into mirthful half-moons, simultaneously fearful and glittering with excitement. 

“Tell you what – I'll give you until the count of three to tell me what you want me to wait for. Ready?”

“I, ah- Cahahahasper! Ehehehehe!” 

“One…”

“I- I have to tell youohou somethihihing!” 

“Then tell me! Two…” 

“THAHAHAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIHIHIME!” 

“Hehe! Well, it's too late now! Three!” 

With that, I lowered my whirling fingertips to his exposed pits, gently scribbling into his supple skin. 

Avery's back arched off the bed as his uproarious laughter filled the room, a shower of sparks surrounding us like a miniature fireworks display. I chuckled affectionately below his howling as I watched tears forming behind his foggy spectacles. I had to admit, it was impressive how long he kept his arms raised, despite how outrageously ticklish he clearly was. 

“Oh, this is too perfect. You had some nerve calling me a glass house; just listen to you! You are just as ticklish here as I am, you fluffy dork!” I let the moment overtake me, spidering my fingertips from his underarms, to his neck, to under his chin, scritching merrily along the silky underside of his cloud-shaped head. 

Finally, completely overcome with laughter, Avery could take no more. He lowered his arms and ensnared me, wrestling me onto my back and assailing my face with kisses. His hands held mine firmly to the sheets, ensuring no chance of escape as I squealed gleefully, my feet kicking as I endured the loving torture. After a while, he collapsed beside me, a deeply contented sigh rolling from his lips. I cuddled into him, resting my head on his soft chest. 

The stormy morning faded to a drizzly afternoon, and as the breaking waves and tinkling rain harmonized, Avery's breathing regulated, slowed, and fell into the rhythm of sleep. I whispered, hoping to catch the edge of his consciousness before he drifted away. 

“Avery…?” 

“Yes, my dear…”

“Did you really have something to tell me?”

“Hehe… yes, actually…”

“What was it?” 

“Mmm… I'm going to take you to Cirropa, soon… I promise...” 

As we slipped together into an indulgent mid-day nap, I tucked that promise – along with Avery's tender, patient love – away in the innermost pocket of my heart. 

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ relationship headcanons – hq

✩ characters: kenma, osamu, suna

✩ warnings: f!reader, mentions of periods

✩ a/n: hii i'm back ◡̈ this was so fun to write hehe

⭑ kenma

⤷ i feel like it took kenma a very long time to actually tell you that he liked you— he didn't plan on telling you at all at first, but it was thanks to kuroo’s persuasion that he finally decided to ask you out

⤷ he was very nervous to tell you, so he chose not to make a huge deal out of it and just casually mentioned it when the two of you were hanging out together

⤷ his confession definitely caught you off guard ahaha

⤷ kenma is actually quite affectionate when the two of you are alone together, he likes to randomly hug you from behind and lets you sit on his lap while he games

⤷ offers you his hoodies when you're cold because he likes seeing you in his clothes

⤷ he loves when you play with or style his hair, he never admits it out loud but if you pay close attention you'll notice the way his eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch

⤷ sometimes he'll deliberately neglect brushing his hair so that you do it for him </3

⤷ kenma can't cook to save his life, so he really appreciates when you bring him snacks while he's streaming— his fans absolutely love you and always flood the chat with comments about how pretty you are whenever you make an appearance

⤷ you once begged him to take you on a cat café date and he reluctantly agreed, however by the end of it he was far more attached to the cats than you were but refused to admit it

⤷ the two of you regularly have mario kart tournaments on his switch, and a lot of the time he lets you win because he thinks you're adorable when you start bragging and making fun of him

⤷ plays minecraft with you and puts his bed next to yours unironically, you have so many in-game cats together and they all have names

⤷ i love him so much aaah <3

⭑ osamu

⤷ osamu is definitely the type of boyfriend who sends you texts throughout the day asking if you've eaten

⤷ he always encourages you to eat a proper meal and will cook your favourite food for you, even when you say you're not that hungry— he likes taking care of you and making sure you're well fed

⤷ you'll come into the kitchen every morning and he'll be making you breakfast over the stove in nothing but a pair of sweatpants

⤷ while osamu loves making your favourite meals, nothing makes him happier than seeing you cook for him— even if it's not perfect, he still appreciates anything you make for him because he knows how much effort went into it

⤷ he isn't the biggest fan of pda, but he does like holding your hand because he wants everyone to know that you're his

⤷ osamu is so attentive when you're on your period, you won't have to lift a finger— he always goes to the convenience store for you when you're out of pads or tampons, reminds you to take your painkillers, and will make you herbal tea to help with your cramps

⤷ he also offers to massage any sore areas if you're in a lot of pain, he likes looking after you when he knows you're not feeling your best <3

⤷ osamu loves to take you on cute little picnic dates in the summer, he thinks you look so pretty in your flowy sundress and can’t take his eyes off you </3

⤷ kisses your forehead every morning before he leaves for work

⤷ it always makes his day when you surprise him by showing up unannounced at onigiri miya, as soon as he sees you walk in his eyes will light up and he'll be unable to wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day

⤷ i want him so bad it's honestly not ok

⭑ suna

⤷ i just know that suna has several albums on his phone dedicated to photos of you

⤷ there are so many of you sleeping, candid shots of you smiling, as well as a bunch of mirror selfies he's taken of the two of you

⤷ he definitely has an embarrassing photo of you as his wallpaper

⤷ calls you “pretty girl” or “princess”

⤷ suna loves napping with you, cuddling on a lazy sunday afternoon and just falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms is his favourite way to spend the day

⤷ tells you he loves you and softly kisses your face when he thinks you're asleep— you’ve caught him once or twice but never said anything because you were afraid he'd stop if he found out you knew </3

⤷ randomly sends you playlists he's made for you, most of them are full of love songs

⤷ lets you paint his nails because he thinks you look cute when you're concentrating, his favourite colours are dark red and black

⤷ sprays cologne on his hoodies before he gives them to you

⤷ suna loves late night calls when the two of you are apart, a lot of the time he can't sleep without you and just wants to hear your voice <3

⤷ probably asks to get matching piercings or tattoos with you

⤷ likes to keep spare hair ties on his wrist for you, providing your hair is long enough to tie back

⤷ he gets secretly jealous whenever he sees someone staring at you in public, he’ll instinctively wrap his arm around you and glare at them

⤷ if you get hungry during the night he will happily drive you to mcdonald's at 3am

⤷ suna remembers a lot of small details about you that you randomly mention, things that most people would overlook or forget— he has a hard time being open about his feelings sometimes so it's one of the ways he shows you he cares

⤷ literally such a good bf ugh

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[vinnie-w]

【 Gravity Falls x Reader 】

➥ MASTERLIST ┃ CH 01 ┃ CH. 02 ┃ CH. 03

➥ TITLE: The Legend of The Gobblewonker

➥ PRONOUNS: You/Yours, They/Them

➥ POV: Third

➥ SUMMARY: It's family fun day and Stan has decided to take you all out for fishing, but you end up having a strange encounter instead!

➥ NOTES: unrelated to the story but I hate dancing, so much. -10/22/22

"Go, Sir Syrup!" Mabel cheered, 

"Go, Mountie Man!" Dipper cheered, the twins holding up maple syrups over their mouths. They both kept cheering when someone poked their neck, causing them to drop the bottles and have a coughing fit. 

"(Name) dear, don't do that. You're gonna kill them .." Elise said, not looking up from the stove. You had just woken up and walked in on them starting the syrup race and decided to ruin their silly cute race. You smiled sleepily at Dipper and Mabel,

"Sorry, couldn't resist, hehe" You giggled, obviously still tired. They both shoved your shoulders making you laugh more. 

"Hey! No roughhousin' in the kitchen!" Grunkle Stan scolded from outside the kitchen. You sit next to Mabel and slam your head on the table, still tired, and Mabel decides to braid your messy hair. Dipper decides to read the newspaper next to him, waiting for breakfast.

"Ho ho, no way! Hey Mabel, (Name), check this out." He said, showing them the page he was reading.

"Human-sized hamster balls? I'm human-sized!" Mabel gasps, you look up to read the newspaper too and instead see an expensive brand of oil paints on sale on the bottom page.

"Oh crap, oil paint on sale? That's awesome!" You cheered, excitedly sitting up.

"No, non guys. This." Dipper said, pointing to the ad above the oil paint sale. It was an ad about a monster photo contest. "We see weirder stuff than that everyday! We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?" Dipper asked,

"Nope, just memories. And this beard hair." Mabel said, holding up beard hair,

"Gross, why haven't you thrown that out?" You asked, leaning away from her as she holds it closer to Dipper. She shrugs and makes an 'I dunno' sound, sitting back down with the beard hair in her pocket. 

"Good morning, knuckleheads. You three know what day it is?" Grunkle Stan asked, walking in.

"Um... Happy anniversary?" " .. Happy 'niversary??" You and Dipper hesitated, 

"Mazel tov!" Mabel yelled, Stan hits Dipper and you with a newspaper,

"It's Family Fun Day, genius! We're cuttin' off work and having one of those, y'know, bonding-type deals." He said while checking if the milk had gone bad.

"Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?" Dipper questioned,

---

Dipper, Mabel and you were all sat at the table helping Stan make counterfeit money.

"You call that Ben Franklin? He looks like a woman!" He said, police sirens started blaring and the flashing blue and red light.

"Uh oh."

---

"The county jail was so cold." Mabel shuddered, you nod in agreement. A large plate of pancakes was suddenly slammed on to the table cause all four of you to flinch. 

"And guess who had to get your butts out of jail?" Elise sneered, Stan nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Said I was sorry, 'lise .." He muttered, embarrassed.  "All right, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker. But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. Now who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?" Grunkle Stan asked, wrapping his arms around Dipper and Mabel.

"Yay!" The three of you cheered, "Wait, what?" Dipper muttered.

━━┃ ? ┃━━

Grunkle Stan was driving his car with you in the passenger and the twins in the back, blindfolded. Elise, unfortunately, couldn't come. Something about the 'darn raccoon den'. Stan leans down to adjust the radio and the tires screech.

"Gramps if we die, I will hurt you in the afterlife." You threatened, clinging to the leather chair and car door, feeling yourself get more and more dizzy.

"Whoa whoa! Blindfolds never lead to anything good." Dipper mumbled, 

"Wow! I feel like all my other senses are heightened. I can see with my fingers!" Mabel said, touching Dipper's face, making him laugh. The car jumps and you bump into the doors. You mutter censored curses, curling even more into your seat.

"Whoa! Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?" Dipper asked,

"Ha ha. Nah, but with these cataracts I might as well be." Grunkle Stan waved him off then leaning in and squinting. "What is that, a woodpecker?" Then he drives through a wooden guardrail, making you three scream.

---

Grunkle Stan helped you out, letting you lean on the front of the car (with several branches and sticks caught in the grill) with Mabel and Dipper at your side while he throws away the barf-filled paper bag into the nearest trash can. 

"Yeesh, good thing I didn't throw that away .." He mumbled, "Okay, okay. Open 'em up!" You take your blindfolds off, rubbing your eyes to help adjust to the brightness. 

"Ta-da! It's fishin' season!" Stan grinned, 

"Fishing?" Mabel asked,

"Oh great, another reason for barfing." You grumbled, crossing your arms.

"What're you playin' at, old man?" Dipper interrogated,

"You're gonna love it! The whole town's here!" Stan said, gesturing to the townsfolks in the water.

"Here, fishy fishies! Get into the pan!" Lazy Susan said, waving her pan at the water.

"Say cheese!" Toby Determined said, taking a photo of a man with a large fish. The flash of the camera causing the poor man to fall backwards into the lake.

"Uh, is this good?" Marcus asked his dad, Manly Dan, holding up his fishing pole.

"NO!" Many Dan yelled, taking his son's pole and breaking it in half. "I'll show you how a real man fishes!" He then grabs a fish straight out of the water, laughing, and he throws it on the boat and proceeds to punch it repeatedly with his sons cheering him on. 

"Get 'em! Get 'em!" Tyler chants, his boat moving towards their boat.

You watch him beat up the poor defenseless fish with a grimace. Sure you were violent but never towards defenseless animals, except cockroaches and mosquitos. Big emphasis on mosquitos.

"That's some quality family bonding!" Stan said, 

"Grunkle Stan, why do you wanna bond with us all of a sudden?" Dipper asked, 

"Come on, this is gonna be great! I've never had fishing buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with me: they don't "like" or "trust" me." Grunkle Stan explained,

"I think he actually wants to fish with us." Mabel muttered to both of you,

"Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up." Grunkle Stan said, slapping hats on the twins and you, "Pow! Pines family fishing hats! That's-that's hand stitching, you know." You take off your hats and see your names stitched on, the 'L' on Mabel's hat slips peels off and a letter in your name was stitched on backwards.

"It's just gonna be you, me, and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!" Grunkle Stan said, excited.

"Ten hours?" Dipper gaped,

"I brought the joke book!" Grunkle Stan said, holding up a 1001 Yuk 'Em Ups book. 

"No! NO!" Dipper screamed,

"Great, motion sickness, sea sick and now a migraine?" You grumbled again, slouching.

"Stand up straight, kid." Grunkle Stan warned, you sigh and fix yourself.

"There has to be a way out of this." Mabel said,

"I SEEN IT! I SEEN IT AGAIN!" Someone yells, you turn towards the voice and saw an old man running from the docks, crashing and overturning various things. "The Gravity Falls Gobblewonker! Come quick before it scrabdoodles away!" Old Man McGucket shouts in the middle of a crowd, dancing frantically.

"Awww... He's doing a happy jig!" Mabel said, 

"NOOO! It's a jig of great danger!" He yells to Mabel, you gently pull her behind you. Another man with a cap and hair covering his eyes comes out and sprays the older man with a spray bottle,

"Hey, hey! Now what did I tell you about scaring my customers? This is your last warning, Dad!" Tate McGucket warned,

"But I got proof this time, by gummity!" McGucket yelled, leading everyone to the dock. Mabel and Dipper holds your hands as you follow the old man.

"BEHOLD! It's the Gobble-dy-wonker what done did it! It had a long neck like a gee-raffe! And wrinkly skin like...like this gentleman right here!" Old Man McGucket points to Stan who was picking his ear. "It chewed me boat to smitheroons, and shim-shammed over to Scuttlebutt Island! YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!" He was practically begging to his son. 

"Attention all units! We got ourselves a crazy old man!" Sheriff Blubbs snickered, everyone but the Pines and the ranger point and laugh at McGucket. Tate shakes his head in shame.

"Aww, donkey spottie! Aw, banjo polish!" McGucket said, walking off.

"Well, that happened. Now let's untie this boat and get out on that lake!" Stan said, stepping into his rowboat and starts untying it from the dock.

"Guys, did you hear what that old dude said?" Dipper asked,

"Aww, donkey spittle!" "Aw, banjo polish!" Mabel and you mimicked,

"The other thing. About the monster. If we can snag a photo of it, we can split the $2000 between the three of us!" Dipper said, you take your phone out to use the calculator.

"that's $666.. " You gasped, 

"Imagine what you can do with six. Hundred. Dollars!" Dipper beamed as Mabel drifted off into her imagination.

---

Mabel, inside the human sized hamster ball, stands pridefully in front of a hamster in a smaller hamster ball.

"Not so high and mighty anymore!" Mabel boasted, 

"Aww... " The hamster, surprisingly, said. Mabel laughs and crashes through the wall. She rolls out onto the street and meets Xyler and Craz.

"Hey, boys! You can look, but ya can't touch." She flirted, the traffic light goes green and she scurries down the street, squeaking.

Xyler and Craz stared at her in awe then at each other, "Awesome!" They yell.

---

"Mabel! Mabel?" Dipper called out while snapping his fingers.

"Dipper, I am one million percent on board with this!" Mabel said, 

"I'm also looking forward to be working with you two on this Monster hunt." You said, the twins looked at you then at each other.

"Why are you, so formal?" Mabel asked,

"I-I'm not good with casualties .." You mumble, rubbing your arm. They shrug and Dipper runs up to Grunkle Stan.

"Grunkle Stan! Change of plans: we're taking that boat to Scuttlebutt Island and we're gonna find that Gobblewonker!" Dipper ordered,

"Monster hunt! Monster hunt!" You three chanted,

"Monster hunt!" McGucket chimed in, you three stop chanting and stare at him.

"Monster... Eh... I'll go." He mumbled and left. A loud honk was heard a bigger boat arrived at the dock.

"You dudes say somethin' about a monster hunt?" Soos asked,

"Soos!" Mabel cheered,

"Wassup, hambone!" Soos greeted, fist bumping with Mabel and making explosion noises. "Dude, you could totally use my boat for your hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs; normal boat stuff." Soos offered,

"All right, all right, let's think this through." Stan butted in, "Ya kids could go waste your time on some epic monster-finding adventure, or you could spend the day learning how to tie knots and skewer worms with your Great Uncle Stan!" The three of you look at Soos in his boat as he does the robot dance. You look back at Stan in his leaky old boat; he sniffs his left armpit. You then look at Scuttlebutt Island and grin at each other. 

"So, whaddya say?" Stan confidently asked when Soos' boat drives away with you three on it.

"We made the right choice!" Mabel cheered,

"Ingrates! Aw, who needs 'em? I got a whole box of creepy fishing lures to keep me company." Stan said, looking at the lure with flies buzzing around them. He cringes in disgust and closes the box.

Meanwhile, S.S. Cool Dude was headed for Scuttlebutt island. Dipper stands on the stern of the boat, with one foor on the guardrail. He adjusts the visor of his cup. 

"Hoist the anchor!" He ordered and Soos pulls up a cinderblock anchor.

"Raise the flag!" He ordered again, Mabel holds up a beach towel instead.

"We're gonna find that Gobblewonker!" She yelled,

"Do any of you dudes have sunscreen?" Soos asked,

"And we're going back for sunscreen!" You yell, Mabel and Soos cheer with him turning the boat back. Underwater, a strange shape swims by.

---

After fetching the much needed sunscreen, you're back on track to Scuttlebutt Island

"Alright. If we wanna win this contest, we've gotta do it right! Think. What's the number one problem with monster hunts?" Dipper asked, 

"You're a side character and you die within the first five minutes of the movie. Dude, am I a side character!? Do y'ever think about stuff like that?" Soos panics,

"No, no, no. Camera trouble! Say bigfoot shows up. Soos, be Bigfoot?" Dipper asked, Soos strikes a Bigfoot pose.

"There he is! Bigfoot!" Dipper said, in mock acting voice and he pats his life vest "Uh-oh, no camera! Oh, wait, here's one! Aw, no film! You see? You see what I'm, doing here?" He asked, you all nod in understanding.

"That's why I bought seventeen disposable cameras!" He said, revealing cameras as he lists off their locations "Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, four for each of you, three extras in this bag, and one... under my hat! There's no way we're gonna miss this. Okay everybody, let's test our cameras out!"

Soos takes a picture of himself, the flash startling him. "Aw, dude!" He yells, throwing the camera overboard.

"You see? This is exactly why you need backup cameras. We still have sixteen!" Dipper said proudly, a seagull then starts flying over Mabel's head causing her to panic and throw a camera at it. "Fifteen! Okay, guys, I repeat; don't lose your cameras!" Dipper panicked,

"Wait, lose the cameras?" Soos asked,

"DON'T!" Dipper immediately answered

"Dude, I just threw two away." Soos points at the two cameras floating on the water. You went over to take a picture for memories but tripped on a loose board and dropped the camera you were holding into the water.

"Uh.. Sorry." You said, sheepishly turning to them.

"Twelve! All right! We still have twelve camera—" He accidentally crushes another with his fist "Eleven. We have eleven cameras."

"So what's the plan? Throw more cameras overboard or what?" Mabel asked, about to drop her cameras into the water.

"NO! No. Okay. You'll be lookout, Soos can work the steering wheel, (Name) can help navigate with Soos, and I'll be captain." Dipper said,

"What? Why do you get to be captain? What about Mabel, huh? Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel!" She chants,

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Dipper hesitated,

"What about co-captain?" Mabel asked,

"There's no such thing as co-captain." Dipper shot down

"Aw, whoops." Mabel tosses a camera into the water.

"Okay, fine! You can be co-captain." Dipper finally surrendered,

"Can I be associate co-captain?" Soos asked,

"As co-captain, I authorize that request." Mabel said,

"Can I be associate associate co-captain?" You asked,

"Well as first co-captain, I authorize your request, (Name)." Dipper said, you clap you hands in excitement.

"Now, our number one order of business is to lure the monster out with this." He said, gesturing at a barrel of Fish Food.

"Permission to taste some?" Soos asked,

"Granted." Dipper said "Permission co-granted." Mabel said,

"Dude?" Soos asked, turning to you.

"U-Uh, P-Permission associate associate co-granted!" You stuttered, another thing to stay awake about tonight.

"Permission associate co-granted." Soos said as he licks some, than gags and wipes his tongue, coughing. "Dude, I don't know what I expected that to taste like!" He said with you three laughing.

"Oh, Soos..." Dipper sighed,

---

Stan watches you four from afar, "Traitors! Ah, I'll find my own fishing buddies!" He said, looking around and sees a couple sitting in a boat up ahead. "Ah! There's my new pals!" He said, starting the engine

Reginald turned away from Rosanna, looking at a ring in a box; he takes a breath "Now that we're alone, Rosanna, there's a burning question which my heart longs to ask of you." He said,

"Oh, Reginald!" Rosanna tears up, when Stan pulls his boat up to theirs.

"Hey! Wanna hear a joke?" Stan asked the couple, they only stared at him. "Here goes. My ex-wife still misses me...but her aim is gettin' better! Her aim is gettin' better! Y'see, it's-it's funny because marriage is terrible." He explains then the couple row their boat away. "What?"

---

As you arrive at Scuttlebutt Island, there's fog everywhere. Soos is at the back of the boat shoveling fish food. Dipper, Mabel and you are at the front. You were looking through some binoculars Dipper is trying to see through the fog while Mabel is playing ventriloquist with a pelican.

"Hey! How's it going?" She asked the pelican,

"It's going awesome! Bow bow buh bow bow!" Mabel voiced the pelican,

"Mabel, leave that thing alone." Dipper said, 

"Aw, I don't mind none!" Pelican said,

"Hey, look, I'm drinking water!" Mabel said, drinking water "Twinkle, twinkle little..." She chokes on water and coughs, and the pelican flies away). 

"Aren't you supposed to be doing lookout and not (Name)?" Dipper asked,

"Look out!" Mabel yells and throws a volley ball at Dipper, hitting him on the arm. Dipper holds his arm and shivers. "Heh, heh. But seriously, I'm on it." She said, moving next to you. She shakes your arm lightly, you turn to her and she makes grabby hands. You gesture to your binoculars and she nods. You hand her the binoculars with a smile and step back from your spot, looking out into the ocean instead. The boat jolts to a stop, signaling that you've arrived at the island.

"See? We're here! I'm a lookout genius!" Mabel said, handing the binoculars back to you. "Hamster ball, here we come!" The team then disembarks and ventures into the foggy woods. Dipper and you lead the group, Dipper carrying a lantern and you carrying a flashlight. They soon come to a large sign nailed to a tree that says 'Scuttlebutt Island'. Soos and Mabel stop in front of the sign.

"Dude, check it out." Soos said, covering the 'Scuttle' part of the sign. "Butt Island." 

"Soos, you rapscallion! Hey! Why aren't you two laughing? Are you scared?" Mabel teased, you weren't paying attention though. Your shoulders were tense and you were checking the area for anything or anyone dangerous, especially after the giant gnome fiasco.

"AH!" You squealed as Mabel tackled you from behind, you fall on your stomach with Mabel on top of you, laughing her heart out.

"Hah! Oh my gosh! You scream like a whistle!" Mabel laughed, getting up. While everyone was laughing, you sat up, embarrassed about your high-pitched scream. 

"S-Shut up! I was zoning out!" You were as red as a tomato, picking up the flashlight before it rolled further into the fog. The trio stopped laughing as they heard a growling noise in the distance. 

"Dude, did you guys hear that?" Soos asked, 

"What was that? Was it your stomach?" Mabel asked him,

"Nah, my stomach normally sounds like whale noises." He said, Mabel and you leaned in to listen to Soos' stomach, which DOES make whale noises.

"Wow! So majestic." "Fascinating .." You both awe, Dipper gasps at a possum taking his lantern and running away.

"Our lantern! Aww! I can't see anything!" He yelled, turning towards you guys and flinches at the light. It was you pointing the flashlight towards him.

"Duuude, I dunno, man. Maybe this, uh... Maybe this isn't worth it." Soos hesitated, 

"Not worth it? Guys. Imagine what would happen if we got that picture!" He said, imagining what would happen if he did get that picture.

---

In Dipper imagination, he's dressed like Indiana Jones being interviewed on a talk show.

"Tonight we're here with adventure seeker Dipper Pines, who bravely photographed the elusive Gobblewonker! Tell me, Dipper; what's the sevret to your success?" Charlie, the host, asked Dipper.

"Well, I run away from nothing." Dipper answered, dumping coffee into his mouth; an embarrassing picture of Grunkle Stan appears on screen. "Nothing, except for when I ran away from my annoying Grunkle Stan, who I ditched in order to pursue that lake monster." He explained.

"How right you were to do so. He looked like a real piece of work. I don't often do this, but I feel the need to give you an award!" Charlie said, handing Dipper a medal and they get their picture taken. Panning over to (Name) who was painting the wall with the new oil paints when Mabel suddenly crashes through the wall in a hamster ball.

"CHARLIE! WHY WON'T YOU INTERVIEW ME?!" She shouts, and you three run as Mabel chases after Charlie, screaming like a maniac.

---

"I'm in!" Dipper smiled,

"Me too!" Mabel said and they both run off in excitement.

"Shoot! Guys, wait up!" You call out, "Kuya, tara." You let slip, signaling for Soos, who looked scared, to follow.

"All right, dudes. I'm comin'!" He yells and you both chase after them. You finally catch up to them, seeing them waiting patiently for you both.

"Don't do that, double dorks. 'ma's gonna kill me if I lose either of you." You scold, ruffling their hairs and they laugh.

"You sure it's just that? Or are you gonna miss us?~" Mabel teased and Dipper laughs. You rolled your eyes, amused.

"Yeah sure, whatever makes you idjot's happy." You teased back, Dipper raised his brow.

"Id-jots? You mean idiots?" He asked, 

"Idiot, id-jot. What's the difference?" You shrugged, Dipper shrugged as well and you walk in peace for a bit. Soos then starts to beatbox with Mabel rapping.

"My name is Mabel! It rhymes with table! It also rhymes with... glabel! It also rhymes with... Shmabel!" She sang, you laugh.

"There's also fable, stable, indistinguishable, unfashionable, uncontrollable, impressionable.. Those are just the first few words that popped up." You suggest, 

"Woah! You've got a big vocab there, cous'." Mabel said,

"Yeah, dude. You should help Mabel write this down." Soos said suddenly the growling noise from earlier can be heard; a flock of bird flies overhead, away from the sound. 

"This is it! This is it!" Dipper beamed, him and Mabel punching each other excitedly as they walk towards the sound. Soos grabs two large sticks and hands one to you, just in case. Walking through the fog, you stop the group when you spot a monster silhouette. Grabbing Dipper's arm and Soos grabs Mabel's, you duck behind a log nearby.

"Everyone: Get your camera's ready!" Dipper said, you turn on your camera. "Ready? GO!" Dipper yells. Soos yells and jumps over the log, holding his camera in front of him as he runs toward the silhouette, snapping photos at random. You three follow after him, but as you get closer, you discover the silhouette was the remains of a wrecked boat with beavers living on it. They were all communicating and hugging each other, you snapped a few quick photos of the beavers.

"But... but what was that noise, then? I heard a monster noise!" Dipper asked, clearly upset. The 'monster noise' sounds again. You turn to the noise and it turned out to be a beaver chewing on and sometimes activating a rusty old chainsaw.

"Sweet! Beaver with a chainsaw." Soos said, taking two pictures of it. "I'll give you the other one afterwards, dude." He said, you smiled gratefully at him. 

"Maybe that old guy was crazy after all." Dipper muttered, 

"He did use the word 'scrapdoodle'." Mabel muttered,

"Also donkey spittle, banjo polish, that and... " You faltered once you noticed they were staring at you. "I'll, uh. S-Sorry, I'll go with Soos." You stammered, feeling your face grow hot in embarrassment and run to Soos who pats your head to comfort you.

---

"Look, when you're threadin' the line--lot of people don't know this--but you wanna use a barrel knot." He then whispers, "That's a secret from one fishing buddy to another! Hehe." He explains to some poor kid on another boat.

"Uh, I, uh, who are you, exactly?" The poor boy nervously asked,

"Just call me your GRUNKLE STAN-"

"Sir, SIR, SIR! Why are you talking to our son? If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" The boy's mother shouts, pulling her son away from Stan.

"Ha, ha, you see, the thing about that is.. " He said, nervously. Starting his motor and speeds away.

"Go bother your own kids!" The mother yelled.

---

"Ooh, yeah! Work it! Work it! Nice! Nice! Gimme another one of these! Yeah, I like that one." Soos compliments the beaver he was taking pictures of, as it was posing on a stump. 

You sat next to the twins, bored. Another beaver made it's way towards you, tilting it's head curiously and sniffs you. You turn to it, tilting your head at it as well. You held out your hand to pet it, it sniffs your hand and happily places it's head underneath it, letting you pet his head. The beaver crawled it's way into your lap and making itself at home. "Cutie.. " You mutter, continuing to pet it's head.

You hear Mabel scream and immediately carry the beaver, seeing the Gobblewonker's silhouette swimming away. "No way!" You gasp, running next to Dipper.

"This is it!" Dipper squeals, taking a picture. You grab his arm and gently pull him back. "Wh- Come on guys! This is our chance!" He said, Mabel and Soos back up and you continue to tug at his arm. "What's wrong with you guys?" Dipper asked.

"Dipper.. ?" "Dude...?" Mabel and Soos mutter, and you finally had enough and yank Dipper back, making him drop his camera.

"Wh- (Name)! Come on, It's not that hard, all right? All you gotta do is point, and shoot. Like this!" Dipper said, aiming his camera at the Gobblewonker and realizes it's right in front of him. The beast roars causing Dipper to drop his camera and the beaver climbs on your head and you pull Dipper away, running.

"Run!" Soos yells, the Gobblewonker pushes a tree over which falls and almost hits Dipper and Mabel, but Dipper lunges and Mabel and they roll out of the way, you slow down and grab the twins, helping them up. You continue to run and dodge falling trees and eventually catch up with Soos. 

"Get back to the boat! HURRY!" Soos shouts, the Gobblewonker snaps at Mabel who hops onto Soos's back. Dipper trips and drops another camera but you catch him, carrying him like this;

(I didn't know how to describe it so have a picture 😭)

"The picture!" Dipper yelled, 

"Dude, if it makes you feel any better, (Name) and I got tons of pictures of those beavers, dude!" Soos attempts to comfort him.

"We almost wasted a roll or two of film on them actually!" You added,

"WHY WOULD THAT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!" Dipper shouts back.

You finally arrived at the boat, the beaver still with you surprisingly. Soos lifts the twins off the boat and you help him push the boat back into the water. The twins help you up and you pull Soos up together and he runs towards the helm. "Let's get outta here, dudes!" He yells and drives the boat away backwards.

"Alright! This is it!" Dipper said, trying to take a picture "Cracked lens?! Soos! Get a photo!" He yelled only to see Soos throwing cameras at the monster. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dipper shouts, 

"Oh! I still got one left! Don't worry, dude!" Soos answered, throwing a camera at Dipper but misses hitting the wall and breaking it instead. 

"(Name)! Do you have any cameras left?!" Dipper pleads. 

"Yeah but they're kind of filled with pictures of beavers! Sorry!" you apologized, checking all of your cameras for any space left. Dipper only sighs in disappointment. 

---

As Stan was struggling to tie a knot, a few yards away were Schmipper and Schmabel's boat.

"Can you pwease tell me mo'e funny stories, Pop Pop?" He asked his grandpa,

"Anything for my fishing buddies!" Pop pop laughs and pats his grandchildren on their heads, Stan growls at the sight.

"Pop pop? I just weewized dat... I wuv you." Schmipper admitted,

"Aw, come on! Boo! Boo!" Stan yells,

"Hey, now! What's the big idea?" Pop Pop confronts,

"Maybe he has no one who wuvs him, Pop Pop." Schmipper suggested,

"Yeah, well, I.. I... " Stan stammered when the S.S. Cool Dude drives past him and soaks him. He throws his hat to the ground in frustration, then sits down and sighs.

---

"SOOS! BEAVERS!" Dipper yells, the boat crashes into the old, broken boat and beavers fly everywhere, biting the boat and the crew.

"Ah, beavers! Oh, no!" Soos cried, there were beavers biting Dipper's hat, Mabel shakes a beaver off of her arm, you were trying to pull off your new beaver friend who was attacking another beaver that scratched you in the face, and another lunges at Soos, who stumbles away from the wheel. Mabel run to steer the boat while you chased after Soos, trying to help him out. Dipper throws the remaining beavers on board at the Gobblewonker.

"KUYA! Quit running!" You yelled, Soos stops running and yells,

"Sorry dude! It helps with the pain." He apologized, you pull the beaver that was latched onto his face while he held onto the railing of the boat. Once you pulled it off you threw it off the boat with the beaver landing on another fisher's boat. They stared at each other before the beaver attacks the fisher while he screams in pain. The boat drives through a place with people fishing, who are overturned by the Gobblewonker behind them. 

"Headlock!" Manly Dan said, headlocking a fish. His sons cheer him on when the boat is overturned by the wave from the Gobblewonker. Fish start raining down on them.

"The fishes! They seek revenge! Swim, boys! Swim!" Manly Dan shouts as the family frantically swims back to shore.

Back at the S.S. Cool Dude. The Gobblewonker swipes at the boat and manages to knock the control cabin off.

"Aah! Look out!" Mabel warned, 

"Easy... Easy... " The man said as he and another man transport a glass sheet by boat when the S.S. Cool Dude drives through it.

"My glass!" The other man cried.

"WHERE DO I GO!?" Mabel shouts, looking at the dead-end ahead. Dipper looks around and flips through the pages.

"Um... uh... GO INTO THE FALLS! I think there might be a cave behind there!" Dipper said, 

"MIGHT BE!?" You and Mabel yell back at him as you all scream. The boat goes through the waterfall and crashes into a cave behind, sending them into the dirt. Standing up, you see the Gobblewonker swim in and grab the twins' arms and back up only for it to get stuck in the cave entrance.

"It's stuck!" Mabel said,

"Haha! Yeah! Wait... It's stuck?" Dipper realized and searches for an extra camera, frantically. You lift Dipper's hat to reveal another camera, he laughs and takes several shots of the beast.

"Did'ja get a good one?" Mabel asked, 

"THEY'RE ALL GOOD ONES!" Dipper laughed, hugging you and Mabel.

"WOO! HAMSTER BALL!" Mabel and you cheered with Dipper. The Gobblewonker, still roaring, gets hit by a rock. It's head falls down with an electric noise.

"What the.. ?" Dipper blurted, walking up to the Gobblewonker and touches it's side. "Huh?" You quickly follow him as he steps on the Gobblewonker and knocks on it. It makes a hollow metalic sound.

"The hell?" You mutter, Dipper tries to climb the Gobblewonker and you push him up, climbing after him.

"Careful, dudes!" Soos warned,

"We got it, Soos!" You shout back as you climb over the Gobblewonker, Dipper then pops up from the other side.

"Hey, guys! Come check this out!" He calls out to them. You four discover a handle and turn it, causing steam to come out. You pull the trapdoor causing more steam to come out and find Old Man McGucket insde, controlling the machine.

"Work the bellows and the... Eh? Aww, banjo polish!" He curses, 

"Wha- Yo- You?! You made this? W-w-why?" Dipper questioned,

"Well, I... I, uh... I just wanted attention." McGucket cried,

"I still don't understand." Dipper said,

"Well, first I just hootenannied up a biochanical brain wave generator and then I learned to operate a stick-shift with ma beard!" McGucket explained,

"That's really cool and gross but like, why?" You asked,

"Well, when you get to be an old fella like ne, nobody pays any attention to you anymore." He answered, remembering to the time when he was outside his son's window with a baseball and gloves. His son, inside his office, closing his blinds. "My own son hasn't visited me in months! So I figured maybe I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robot!" He laughs like a maniac, then sighs. "In, retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. You just don't know the length us old-timers go through for a little quality time with our family." McGucket finished explaining. You take off the hat Stan gave you and sigh,

"Dude, I guess the real lake monster here is you two. Heh." Soos said, the twins and you stare at him. "Sorry, that just like--boom--just popped into my head there."

"So, did you ever talk to your son about how you felt?" Mabel asked,

"No, sir, I got to work straight on the robut!" McGucket answered as a projector shows blueprints for the Gobblewonker on the trapdoor, "I made lots of robuts in my day!" He pushes button and projectors shows a newspaper with a robot pterodactyl breathing fire on a town and the word 'chaos', "Like when my wife left me and I created a homicidal pterodactyl-tron-" He pushed the button again and projectors shows a picture of a man, "-Or when my pal didn't come to my retirement party." he pushed the button again and projector shows another newspaper with a large robot terrorizing a town and the word 'disaster', "And I constructed an eighty ton SHAME BOT THAT EXPLODED THE ENTIRE DOWNTOWN AREA!" He laughs like a maniac, "Well, time to get back to work on my death ray!" McGucket finishes as he ducks into the Gobblewonker and construction noises can be heard from inside. "Any of you kids got a screwdriver?" He asked but proceeds to get ignored.

"Well, so much for the photo contest." Dipper sighed, taking out his last camera.

"You still have one roll of film left." Mabel points out,

"What do you you guys wanna do with it?" You asked, the twins look at you then at each other then the camera.

---

Stan with a defeated look, sighs as he drives his boat back to the shore. "Hey! Over here!" Dipper calls out as you drive by on the incredibly beat-up S.S. Cool Dude and both boats stop. Dipper takes a photo of Stan.

"What the-- Kids? I thought you two were off playing 'Spin the Bottle' with Soos" Stan said, you grimace at the thought.

"Well, we spent all day truing to find a 'legendary' dinosaur." Dipper started,

"But we realized, the only dinosaur we wanna hang out with is right here." Mabel said,

"Even if you're a big grump with some lame old jokes." You joked, earning an elbow jab from the smiling twins.

"Save your sympathy! I've been having a great time withoutcha'! Makin' friends, talkin' to my reflection-- I had a run-in with the lake police! Guess I gotta wear this ankle bracelet now, so that's fun." Grunkle Stan explained, 

"There's... Lake police..?" You asked, no one answered you.

"So... I guess there isn't room in that boat for three more?" Dipper asked, Stan glares you three. The twins put their hats on while you turned the hat around, showing your poorly stitched name. 

Stans expression softens as he asks, "You knuckleheads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?" 

"Five bucks says you can't do it!" Dipper bets,

"You're on!" Stan challenged as Dipper climbs into the Stan'o'war.

"Five more bucks says you can't do it with your eyes closed, plus me singing at the top of my lungs!" Mabel adds,

"Another five if you can do it in under 30 seconds!" You chimed in, Mabel climbing in with Soos and you following after.

"I like those odds!" Stan said, "Whoa! What happened to your shirt? And what's with the beaver?" He asked the shirtless Soos and you, completely forgetting about the beaver that's been hanging onto the back of your shirt.

"Huh, forgot you were there." You said, pulling the beaver off and carrying it instead.

"Long story, dude." Soos replied,

"Well, good thing we have several hours to explain everything!" You said, nudging Soos.

"All right, everybody get together. Say fishing!" Dipper said, a camera in his hands.

"Fishing!" You, Stan and Mabel said, Soos steps into the picture but only his belly shows.

"Dude, am I in the frame?" He asked.

Dipper takes pictures of the entire thing like Mabel covering Stan's eyes, you behind them with the beaver on your lap and phone in hand with a stopwatch, as Stan peeks and tries to thread a hook; Stan reading jokes while Mabel and Soos laugh, you obviously holding in your laugh with a hand covering with your mouth and your Beaver friend on your lap, munching a wooden plank; Stan and Mabel stealing fish from Smabel and her grandfather; The twins, you and Stan driving away from the lake police. As Stan drives the boat, the boat shakes.

"Whoa!" Mabel yelped,

"What was that?" Dipper asked, Mabel shrugs and they lean back into their seats. Stan drives back to shore and you all get off,

"Uh, kid. The beaver." Stan points out, you look down at the beaver in your arms, happily snuggling into you.

"But-" You tried to reason,

"Kid, it's a wild animal and known for eating wood, which the shack is made of." He states, you frown and look back at the beaver who is staring at you curiously. You sigh, and walk back to water and gently drop it in.

"Sorry little guy, you can't come with." You apologized, petting it's head. As you stand up, it bites on your pant leg and pulls you back.

"Oh no no no no no no." You panic, trying to push it back as gently as you can. "Come on, little guy! You can't do this!" You cry, everyone at the car watches with a grimace before Stan has enough and runs up to you.

"Okay, you know what? SCRAM!" Grunkle Stan shouts at the beaver scaring it and it quickly swims away. You wave goodbye at it's retreating figure, sighing, and walk to the car. Everyone looks at each other sadly and they get in, as you waited for Stan to start the car, you heard the trunk open and shut with Stan just coming in.

The sun just set and the drive was quiet. Mabel and Dipper were asleep in the back and Stan dropped Soos off at his place. You were staring out the window. Stan glances at you then back at the road, "Uh, heh. Crazy day, right?" He asked, nervously. You only replied with a hum and a shrug, too tired to talk.

You arrived back at the Shack, was outside and led the sleepy twins back into the house. You went to help Stan out with carrying the fishing stuff back when he handed you a paper bag. "Here, looked like you were pretty upset back there." He said, you raise a brow at him and opened the bag.

"What?" You muttered, pulling out a stuffed beaver. 

"There was a gift shop nearby and you looked really bummed out." He explained, carrying the fishing stuff back to the house. 

You run up to him, hugging the plush. "T-Thanks, I, uh.. I really appreciate it." You grinned, Stan rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it's whatever. Didn't want'cha cryin' about it to your 'ma." He teased, you laugh and look back at the plushie with a wide smile. Stan glances at you and sees you stroking the plush with your thumb and hug it again. You greet Elise with a hug and run upstairs to get ready for bed. Elise shuts the door for Stan as he drops the stuff next to the coffee table and drapes himself over the couch.

"Say, where'd (Name) get the toy from?" Elise teased with a smile, leaning on the couch.

"Don't talk about it." Stan groans.

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A/N: Surprise! You guys have motion sickness AND a small bonding time with your Grandpa Stan! You guys were also supposed to get easily sea sick but I completely forgot because of all the action 0(-(

WC: 6638 😭

[hqrbinger]

BY YOUR SIDE.

summary; moments in the kitchen with them! pairings; arataki itto, kujou sara, xiao, eula x gn!reader (seperately, no pronouns used!) warnings/tags; mentions of food, cooking, baking, domestic fluff! no beta, basically just brainrot (kinda set in a modern teyvat-esque type place idk man i was just writing without a goal) notes; this is dedicated to and inspired by @starglitterz bc her kitchen brainrot fic she wrote for me sent me into a downward spiral of kitchen brainrot..... archons help me.... also my eula characterization cld use some work, i just wanted to add her in for ven hehe <3 love u m.list | song- by your side. ; OMORI OST

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

even in the dim, blue light of the EARLY MORNINGS, you can be sure that ITTO is in the kitchen with you. while you're frying your perfect eggs over the stove, bedhead and sleepwear and all, he's sauntering in yawning as he presses a kiss to your cheek with a sleepy 'good morning'. his hands rest on your hips, creeping forward little by little until he's embracing you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you cook. his voice is still raspy from sleep and his big t-shirt-baggy pants combo hangs loosely over his toned frame as he shuffles around the kitchen to start the coffee and set the table. you watch him fondly from the stove, smiling softly at the sight of your boyfriend's uncharacteristically gentle demeanor. it's almost comical seeing such a big, muscular, oni gang leader in his sleepwear humming while pouring coffee and gathering dishes, but these moments are precious to you. when his eyes meet your staring, returning your affectionate grin with his own, you know you wouldn't trade your mornings for anything in the world.

KUJOU SARA, whether she realizes it or not, is always expecting you once it reaches MIDDAY. you're always waiting outside the tenryou commission's gates, basket of groceries in hand, waving as she approaches from a long morning's work. you walk her to your home just like you do every day, babbling about whatever events had happened to you during your errands, showing her the new furoshiki cloths you had picked up from oguro mio's shop, mentioning how you managed to get today's fish on sale. once back at your place sara sits down at the counter, like usual, watching as you get to work on making lunch. she notes the way you work so smoothly as if it was just second nature, never skipping a beat even as you continue to talk. she admires how you're able to cook and wash rice just right, how even as you're clearly focusing on her rather than the food, everything still continues to come out perfectly. sara doesn't even realize that she's zoned out staring at you until after you're standing right in front of her, your freshly made bento box neatly wrapped in the new purple furoshiki you had bought that day held out proudly for her to take. she can't help but smile as she walks back towards the tenryou commission, staring at the cat-shaped rice the entire way back.

dinners with XIAO under the hazy light of the EVENING are always memorable, especially if you're able to drag him into the kitchen beforehand. he's not one to eat conventional food, we all know he only enjoys almond tofu, but this doesn't compel him enough to stop you as you try and teach him how to cook your favorite meal. he can't push you away as you gently steady his hands on the kitchen knives and he can't ignore the feeling of contentment as he knocks hips with you as you simmer vegetables on the stove. and he especially can't deny the butterflies that erupt into flight at each smile and words of praise each time he manages to do something right. while he's trying his best, his focus is split unevenly between you and the task at hand. his eyes seem to naturally pull towards your furrowed brow and the way your hair is pushed back away from your eyes, and he can't stop the flush when he catches himself staring. after the two of you finish eating the meal you made together up on the balcony and you look up at him expectantly asking him to teach you how to make almond tofu, he realizes just how in love he really is.

when you wake up past MIDNIGHT craving brownies, EULA is always prepared to help make the best damn brownies in teyvat. she'll happily follow you out of bed, letting you drag her by the hand into the dark kitchen, chuckling softly with you as you take out the bowls and cups. even if you know how to add ingredients properly to the bowl (and chances are, you do) she'll insist on helping guide your hand, standing very close behind you. her glacial hair is messy, falling around her face and tickling yours as she stands oh-so-close to you while adding said ingredients, small words of praise falling from her lips with each addition to the mixture. she'll hold her finger covered in batter to your lips to taste, even swiping a bit onto your nose while smiling as you pout up at her. she'll stand beside you, her arm loosely wrapped around your waist as you mix and will slide the pan into the oven once you finish. she thinks you're just adorable as you cuddle up in the living room waiting for the brownies to cook, jumping up every now and then to check to see how they're doing. she'll watch with nothing but fondness as you clean up after the mess you both made until you splash her with a bit of water from the sink, that mischievous look shining in your eyes. she'll chuckle, mentioning how she will have her vengeance before moving to come help you tidy up.

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[0oolookitsme]

Hi! Since it’s Mother’s Day today, could you write about dad!harry? Maybe something about Harry waking up early in the morning, goes to the bub’s (you decide if it’s a little girl or a little boy) nursery and since theyre wide awake he takes them and brings them to the kitchen where they start preparing some breakfast (in bed) for reader and then they bring it to her and Harry wakes her up by placing The bub on top of her and they start kissing sloppily reader’s face while giggling and smacking her face in order to wake her up, just something cute and fluff pleasee❤️

Title- Mama's Day

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Word Count- 1.0k

Warnings- None! Just not proofread, hehe

A/N- Okay, so I didn't want to write this request in my already created pairings just cause I've written (posted) too much in them recently. So, I decided why not I represent my most simple pairing -which is currently a wip, to you guys! I hope you enjoy reading this cottage-core fluff, as much as I liked writing this <333

Hope you like this anon, thanks for requesting! <3

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Lemon-yellow shaded rays of sun peeked inside their room through the small gap between the two sage coloured curtains. Every thing was still except for the dust -stardust, perhaps, which could be seen only in the sunshine. The sound of their fan spinning at it's fastest speed couldn't drown out y/n's snores, who was sleeping on her stomach next to him.

Her cheek was smushed against the mattress as she had her face turned away from him, and towards where the baby's wooden crib was situated. It was about time that the baby would wake up and giggle, making grabby hands in the empty air or towards the moon toy that hung in the middle, on a thread -a creative craft performed by Y/n, which she never shuts up about.

Softly, Harry traced his fingers over the strand of hair that coiled on her cheek, brushing it away from there as to prevent any sweat from breaking out. A gentle smile had his lips curled upside as he gazed at his wife of 2 years, and his baby's mama of 1 year. He was just leaning down to place a peck on her cupid's bow when he notices movement through the corner of his eyes.

He sighs in content when he sees the chubby and fisted hands raise up and then, small quaky giggles reach his ears.

Quickly, he presses a soft kiss on her cheek and removes the mattress from over his lower body, gets out of bed and walks to his baby. Picking up the little girl who's dressed in her sky blue night jumper, he raises her up in the air, grinning at her. He brings her closer to him and presses a kiss on each of her full cheeks.

"Good morning!" He greets her in a shushed yet high pitched voice, smiling afterwards as though accepting her greeting -which was a giggle. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" He asks, not expecting any answer in return as he tip-toes on the wooden floor, out of the room.

Weaving his hands through his hair to fix them roughly, he continued his walk further in hall after he was satisfied with his reflection he saw in the glass window. Returning back to open it.

"Do you know what day it is today?" He asks, hoping to have her attention on him from where it was set on the jar of honey on the dining table. The baby does squeak, making him pass her an open mouthed grin. "S' Mama's Day!! We're gonna play as your mama's servants today, hahah."

Harry places Opal in her baby chair, which had toys attached to it, after placing a sucker in her mouth. He would like it calm and peace while he cooks, cause if he were to multitask while cooking, he'd surely put the kitchen on fire.

Adding milk to the readymade powder he had bought from the general store, he mixes the batter with a fork, unable to find the whisk. On the other hand, he turns on the knob of the stove and places a pan on it, letting it heat till he readies the mixture.

Though, after a while of mixing, he drops of slice of butter in the pan and immediately coughs when a huge amount of smoke blows up. He's sorry for himself when he realizes that the gas was turned on on high level. Turning it down to low, he waits for the gray air to go out before pouring in the batter in small circular shapes, spreading them into bigger circles one by one and flipping them, till the very last pancake he counts gets the number 8.

Big and thick 8 pancakes seem to be enough for a family of three. Yeah he'd add juice or milk in a glass alongside.

He lathers the top pancake with Nutella, and then picks it up to pour maple syrup on the rest. Then, he adds few blue berries on top of the stack of delicious smelling breakfast and pours some homemade mango shake in two glasses, some hot milk the baby bottle for Opal.

Backing away, he admires his creation from afar before wiping the sweat off his forehead, and then wiping the back of his hand on his trousers. Everything's perfect. Now, only one thing is left.

He goes to pick up Opal from her chair, where she's getting sleepy again and wraps her in a hug before walking out of kitchen, across the hall and into his and y/n's room. "Wake y' mama up, yeah?" He requests the little one before placing her on Y/n's stomach, surprised that she's sleeping on her back.

He moves to go back but stops at the doorway and takes a glance towards the sight on the bed. Their he sees Opal crawling up y/n's stomach and onto her chest like a small snail, before she's met with he mama's face and attacks it with kisses and slight smacks of her hands, at which Harry internally hisses.

When a groan passes through y/n's lips, Harry makes a run towards the kitchen. There, he quickly takes out the foldable tiny table from in-between the fridge and the slab and opens it, placing it on the counter. Proceeding with placing the breakfast plates and glasses neatly, he carries it back towards the room carefully.

"Ta-daa! Good morning and especially, Happy Mother's Day, Mama!" He cheers, taking the table to the bed and placing it over y/n's lower body as she had sat up when she saw him enter the room with the breakfast, Opal sitting beside her right hip, slapping her hands down on the mattress and grinning a toothless smile.

With a hum, y/n raises up her head as if asking for a kiss, and mumbles a crooked "thank you," after receiving it with a smile.

-

"The best mama in the whole world, you are," Harry mumbles as y/n remains cuddled into him, Opal dozed off in her bassinet after her feeding. Softly, his fingers strum beats on y/n's cheek.

"The breakfast was as amazing as ever, you might wanna make it everyday from now on," y/n says with a chuckle, laughing when she gets a reply saying, "Sure madam, but Ms. Opal will also need to wake up perhaps I need attention while doing everything."

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

It Will Come Back 8

Warnings: Stalking, sexual situations/conversation, 18+ minors DNI

A/N: hehe

Werewolf! Stalker Billy x Female reader

After your date, a dam breaks between you and Billy. Your boundaries are still in place, but become more and more blurred every day. You want to give in, to trust him, and it would be so easy but you’ve never been the type to jump into something without at least a little thought for the consequences. Billy is a werewolf after all, and there are still so many things you don’t know. But still, you find yourself caught in his orbit, drifting closer and closer each time you’re together.

You and Billy had spent Saturday together after he’d called and said he was on the way with breakfast. You were surprised for a moment when he showed up with your favorite, until you remembered the dog you’d been growing to love.

“Hey, Billy…” You began as you munched on your everything bagel.

He nodded for you to continue.

“I, uh, feel like I should apologize for feeding you dog food.” You said, staring down into your food.

Billy stopped chewing and stared at you for a second, a grimace forming from the memory. When he swallowed he said, “It’s not like you knew, but the steak was much better.”

You giggled at that. “I could tell.”

Billy laughed a little, bumping your shoulder with his own, before he’d tucked back into breakfast.

- It’s Sunday and Billy is in your kitchen once again, pushing around vegetables in a pan on your stove. He had insisted on cooking you dinner after taking you to your favorite book shop earlier that day, telling you to pick out whatever you wanted. He’s wooing you rapidly, and you can feel your resolve slipping.

There’s so much to learn, you remind yourself. Slow down, Y/N.

You walk past Billy on the way to the fridge in search of the onions he’d asked for, trailing your nails along his back as you pass him. Out of the corner of your eye you catch him shiver, and turn just a little to watch you go.

When you had gotten home from the bookstore you’d changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts. The bottom of your ass is visible, and you can tell it’s driving Billy crazy. He turns fully to appraise your backside as you bend just a little to grab the onions off the lower shelf. He sucks in a breath and turns back to the food as you come over to him. You set up shop on his right side, chopping the onions while he seasons and stirs. It’s domestic and peaceful, something you’ve never had with anyone else. There’s a sense of trust in the air, a shared goal to benefit you both.

You’d been in relationships before, a few casual ones in and after college, and a girlfriend more recently, but those relationships were tenuous, walls up just a little too high to see a future over them. This, here, with Billy is completely new and different. While exhilarating and fun, it’s also a little terrifying, knowing someone wants to be yours, wants to build a future after only a few weeks.

When you’re done chopping, you give the onions to Billy to add in and go to rinse your hands. On a whim, you decide to flick a little water at Billy, giggling at the way his nose scrunches.

“What?” You taunt. “Doggy’s scared of water?”

You turn towards the trash can to throw away the paper towel you’d used to dry your hands, and as your back is turned Billy takes the spatula he’s mixing with and lands a harsh spank on your ass, right where the shorts stop. You feel the flesh jiggle and spin to face Billy, eyes wide. His eyes are glued to your face, that all too familiar glint returning to them.

“What?” Billy mocks. “Pretty human’s scared of her punishment?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you feel yourself clench around nothing. So he’s into punishments. You can get behind that. You can really get behind that. All of a sudden you feel one more brick in the walls you’ve built come loose and tumble away. You rise to his challenge, sticking your chin out before you reply.

“That’s all you got? I thought you were the big bad wolf?”

Billy lunges, grabbing your arm and spinning you until you’re pressed against the counter, his front pressed against your back. He leans in, nose trailing up your neck, getting his fill. You can feel him growing hard against your ass, and the attention makes you even closer to soaking through your panties and shorts.

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart? No? Answer me.” Billy commands, pressing harder into you.

“No.” You gasp.

“Good girl. So what you’re gonna do for me, is watch that pan. If it burns, you’re gonna tell me, or I’m gonna have to punish you for wasting dinner. You got it, brat?”

You nod rapidly.

“Words.” Billy demands, slapping the side of your thigh.

“Yes! I’ll watch!” You promise.

“Attagirl.” He responds, kissing your hair.

Billy pulls away, leaving you suddenly cold without him.

“Count for me,” He says, and you know what’s coming. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He adds, giving you an out, reminding you he’s trustworthy.

“Ok,” you answer.

The first strike of the plastic spatula lands on your left cheek, stinging as it goes.

“One.” You gasp out.

The next one’s on your right cheek, harder than the first.

“Two.” You cry out.

After six there are tears in your eyes, but not from the pain. The spatula only leaves a pleasant sting, but you get wetter with each strike, and suddenly you’re feeling very empty. At ten, Billy announces the last strike, finishing on your left cheek once more.

“Good girl, so sweet for me, huh?” Billy soothes, hands running over your ass.

“Billy…” You struggle to form words.

“Hmm? You okay, angel?”

No, fuck, no you weren’t okay! You were soaked and empty!

You can only whine, until the strong scent of vegetables hits your nose.

“The…The” You try, mind fuzzy.

“I know, I know, good job, baby.” Billy praises, moving to turn the stovetop off.

When he returns to you, you’re standing up straight again, having bent over to take the strikes. Billy presses into you again, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

“What’s wrong? You need something?”

You nod, pressing your ass into his erection. He tuts, pulling you away.

“Thought you wanted to take it slow?”

You turn your body to look at him, and you can see how flushed he is, eyes blown wide. He’s hanging onto his control by a thread, but he won’t push, not until you’re ready. He appears to think for a moment before kissing your cheek. He turns you back around, running his hands over your body. From your sides down to your thighs, squeezing every part of you he can grab.

“How about this?” He purrs. “I won’t touch you at all.”

You go to disagree, but you’re stopped when you feel the handle of the spatula press to your clothed pussy. You gasp loudly, whole body twitching at the delicious pressure. All thoughts of slowing down are far from your mind, in fact you think you might kill him if he doesn’t speed up.

“More. More!” You cry as Billy applies more pressure, one hand on the spatula, one on the counter next to you.

The more you beg, the harder Billy’s hand clenches on the counter, knuckles milky white as he fights the urge to touch. Soon, you’re rocking back against the handle, brushing Billy’s erection just a little every time. After a few more minutes you feel the pressure build, body quivering with the tension. Another few seconds and it snaps, and then you’re coming like fireworks going off, hard and fast.

“Ah! Billy, yes please!” You chant as you ride your high.

Billy throws the spatula somewhere as you cling to the counter top. He drops to his knees a second later, nose pressing into the wet spot on your shorts. He inhales hard, hands digging into your thighs. Your breaths are heaving as you resist the urge to press into his face, your common sense coming back a little in the afterglow. Billy moans, a deep, desperate sound before he’s pressing his mouth against the fabric, and twitching as he comes.

You’re once again struck at just how much he wants you, and the power makes your head spin. There's one thing you’re sure of: there’s no one else like Billy Russo. He’s going to be yours, you’re sure of it now.

When he backs off, running a hand up your back as he stands, you take a second to look over your shoulder at him. His eyes are wild, mouth red and cheeks flushed. He’s drunk on it, and he didn’t event touch your bare skin.

“You okay?” He asks softly, petting your hair.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You chuckle.

He smiles, pulling you into his arms, pressing his head into yours.

“Did we go too far?”

You’re quick to shake your head, reassuring him.

“It was great, I promise.”

“You see how good I can make you feel?” He replies, confidence restored.

“Says the man who came in his pants.”

“Your pussy’s just that good, sweetheart.” He claims. “Is that right? Or do you just like getting on your knees for me?” You retort.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be on your knees soon enough.”

“Only in your dreams, doggie.”

He growls, moving to yank your hips back into his as you laugh and swat at him. When he gives up the struggle, you realize something.

“Billy…”

“Hmm?”

“We haven’t even kissed yet.”

He’s suddenly alert, eyes meeting yours.

“Shit,” He says softly. “I just keep fuckin’ this up, don’t I?”

“Hey,” You turn, finally facing him again. “I agreed to this too.” You reassure.

His smile is soft and radiant as takes your face in his hands, stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs. You lean in, just a little, letting him know it’s okay to continue. He closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Despite it’s lack of intensity, you feel it all the way down to your toes and something snaps inside you. You want Billy, badly. As fucked up as the start was, you know you’re in the right place, and you’re momentarily grateful for your clumsiness that night in the bar. Whatever it is about you that Billy likes so much, you hope it never changes.

When Billy pulls away, you’re left staring into each other’s eyes, neither one of you willing to fully separate yourselves. Billy finally relinquishes his hold on your face when your stomach growls, fracturing the silence.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Billy urges, pulling away.

You body sways towards him a little as he does, already missing the contact.

-

When Billy leaves you for the night, his whole body fights against it. The thought of leaving you there, all the way across town so close to the full moon eats at him until his hands are trembling on the steering wheel. He knows he needs to tell you about what Frank said, about what will happen in a few days, but he’s got you right where he wants you. There are lines in the sand and Billy doesn’t want to erase them, not when you could run from him.

His thoughts swirl as he pulls into the underground garage of his building, nose still full of your scent. He turns off the car and fingers the panties in the pocket of his jacket. He’d grabbed them when you went to shower before bed, hoping to preserve the scent of your arousal until he can have it again.

As he enters his apartment and makes his way to his own bedroom, Billy stops to check the guest room, making sure the cuffs are still secured to the chains mounted in the wall behind the bed. This full moon, things will be different. Billy will be ready.

[tokkigguk]

Me or Her? | Jungkook (Two)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Jungkook and you are in a relationship but then you found out that Jungkook might have feeling for another girl. What will happen to your relationship from now on? Will you be okay or break up?

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Your relationship with Jungkook is fine for now but the amount of skin ship you had with him has decreased since the two of you agreed not to do it for too much since it might confused Jungkook's feelings even more.

"Y/N, I will be going to a party tomorrow," Jungkook suddenly said while you were cooking dinner in the kitchen. You turned around and looked at Jungkook who was working with his laptop on the couch.

"What party?" you asked as you focus on cooking again. Jungkook stopped typing and look at your figure from the back. He saves his work and close his laptop then he walked up to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you were surprised.

"Party to celebrate my company's success," Jungkook said as he buried his face into your neck. Your face turned red because of his act. It's been so long since you had this kind of skin ship with him.

"Ah is that so? By the way, is the girl you like actually work at the same company as you?" you asked as you looked at him for a brief second and then went back to cook again.

"Yeah, she works with me. She's my co-worker," Jungkook said. You turned off the stove and turned around to look at Jungkook. You want to say something but hesitate a little. Jungkook sensed this and told you to just say it if you want to say something.

"Can I come with you tomorrow?" you finally asked.

"Of course, you can. But why you ask? You usually don't like going to a party."

"I just want to make sure that you won't drink too much until you got drunk and do something stupid," you said teasingly. Jungkook pouted because you thought he will do stupid things like getting drunk. You chuckled at his expression and squeeze his cheeks. "You like a big baby when you pout."

"I'm not a baby," Jungkook pouted even more. He puffed his cheeks because of annoyance. 

"That's a compliment, Kook. That means you're cute," you said so he won't sulk anymore. But it's true he looks cute. You pinch his cheek and his expression made you laugh because he was so damn cute.

"You're teasing me right now and I don't like it," he said, sulking even more. You laughed even more. "Y/N is a meanie!"

"Hahahaha I'm sorry I'm sorry. You just look so cute ahahaha," you kept laughing even though Jungkook was sulking even more when he saw you laughing. He let go of you and went back to the couch. He plopped down on the couch while crossing his arms in front of his chest and pout. You went to him and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Kook. Will you forgive me?" you said as you giggled at the surprise expression on his face because of your kiss. He nodded.

"Only if you give me more kisses," you nodded and gave him more kisses.

~~~

"Y/N, are you ready?" Jungkook asked from outside the bathroom. He was leaning on the wall near the door of the bathroom while you were inside the bathroom, getting ready.

"Wait a minute, Koo. I just need to put this necklace on my neck," you answered from inside the bathroom. 

"Do you need help?" Jungkook asked as he went inside the bathroom and when he saw you, he was impressed by how beautiful you are. 

"Yes, please help me," Jungkook came over to you and took the necklace from your hand. Jungkook put the necklace around your neck.

"Thank you, babe," You said as you turned around with a smile plastered on your face. Jungkook just smile and he gave you a kiss on the top of your head. You suddenly squeeze his cheeks with your small hands. 

"Aish stop doing that to my cheeks," he groaned and put his hands on your waist while looking at you.

"Sorry, babe. Your cheeks are just squishable hehe. By the way, you look handsome," you complimented him, and he smirked.

"Ha. Of course, I do. I'm Jeon Jungkook, the most handsome man on earth," he joked, and you hit his chest playfully with a laugh. "By the way, you look stunning as always," Jungkook said as he pulled you closer.

"Will I be the most beautiful girl you ever saw?"

"Hm... Let me think about it first.", Jungkook acted like he was deep in thought. He was trying to tease you. "Maybe?"

"Pft... So, you're not sure because we will see the girl you have a crush on, right?" you said jokingly but Jungkook didn't think of it as a joke and think that he just hurt your feelings. He intends to tease you, but your joke made him feel bad for saying what he said a few moments ago. Jungkook looked down and let go of you.

"Sorry, Y/N," you realized what you just did with your joke, so you hold his hand in your small one and kiss it.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry about it. I'm the one who should be sorry because I didn't know you were going to react like that. I was trying to make a joke about your joke. I'm sorry, Kook. Don't blame yourself about it. I appreciate it that you respect my feeling, but your feelings matter as well, Kook."

"Y/N, seriously how can you be so selfless? Why don't you be selfish like me? Why?" Jungkook was frustrated with you. He wants you to be selfish too like him because he felt so bad for being selfish when you're being so understanding toward him.

"Jungkook, I can't force you to keep loving me when you don't love me anymore and I can't force my feeling on you. If both of us are selfish then we won't be happy, Kook."

"But I never said that I don't love you anymore, Y/N. And why don't you be the selfish one and I'm the one who is selfless? I don't want to hurt you, Y/N," He became more frustrated that he can feel his eyes became blurry because of the tears. "But will you be happy when you're with me?" you asked with a sad smile on your face. 

"Yes! Yes, I am. Even right now, I'm happy with you so please be more a little selfish," Jungkook said as a tear fell from his eyes and began wetting his cheeks. "But you still have feelings for that other girl, right?" Jungkook didn't answer. 

"That's what I thought. I know you still confused about your feelings but if you rush yourself to take a decision then what if you regret it later? I just don't want you to regret anything when you make your decision between me or her, Kook," you brushed his hair with your hand as he sniffed and sobbed.

"Seriously, how can I have feelings for another girl when I have an amazing girl here? Stupid me. Stop feeling for that another girl already. There is such amazing girl in front of me right now," Jungkook hit his head. You stopped him from doing that and wipe his tears with your thumb.

"Don't hurt yourself, Koo. It's not your fault. Let's find out about your real feelings toward me and that girl together. Now stop crying because we have to go to the party or we're going to be late," You said and he nodded his head as you both walked out of your shared apartment to go to the party.

~~~

You were drinking alone while Jungkook greeting his co-worker. You looked around the place. The place that the party held is in a huge building.

'Damn, it's huge. There's a lot of people too. I hope I won't get lost here later,' you thought as you scan the room once more. Then you saw Jungkook walking to you when he already greeted his co-worker.

"What are you doing, babe?" Jungkook asked with a cheerful tone plus a cheerful smile as well. You felt like you're going to get diabetes just seeing that smile.

"I'm doing a backflip right now," you said with a serious look on your face. Jungkook gave you a are-you-serious look. Then you laughed after seeing his expression.

"I'm drinking hahaha. I mean why you ask that when you can clearly say I'm drinking right now," You kept laughing and Jungkook's face turned beet red at that.

"I'm just trying to make a conversation with you, Y/N," He pouted, and you stopped laughing. You ruffled his hair and he complained about it because you might mess his hair. While he's complaining, you just giggled at his cute reaction.

"I'm just kidding, sorry. By the way, do you want some?" you offered your drink to him and Jungkook shook his head.

"No, I can't drink because I'm driving."

"Eh but you can just call a chauffeur, so you don't have to drive. You have to enjoy yourself, Kook. I mean this is your company party. What's the point of a party if you can't enjoy yourself, right? Besides if you are planning not to drink from the start then what's the point of me coming here?" You said with a dramatic tone of voice.

"I mean I can just watch some dramas if I don't have to come. Why didn't you tell me, Kook? Why? Why?! Wait a damn minute, did you plan not to drink because I came? Oh no, I should have just stay at home. Argh I'm sorry that you can't enjoy yourself because of me," You said with a dramatic expression while begging his forgiveness dramatically. Jungkook was annoyed at your drama, and he flick your forehead but not too hard.

"Ouch... Jungkook is being a meanie right now," You pouted.

"Oi, quit it. You're being dramatic again. I didn't even flick you that hard," Jungkook said and you just grinned.

"Hehe sorry. I just like it when you get annoyed at me," You grinned even more when you saw his expression. 

"Are you a masochist or something, ha?" He clicked his tongue when he saw you about to burst into laughter and you really did laugh.

"Maybe I am ahahah," You laughed as Jungkook facepalmed himself at your stupid behavior.

"Damn it this girl. How can you act so stupid like this? I thought you're mature and wise but what is this? Did something possess my girlfriend? Oi you, don't try to take over my girlfriend because she will be furious cause she can't live without me," Jungkook said jokingly with a mocking tone. You hit his chest.

"Ya! I'm not possess and who the hell say that I can't live without you? Unfortunately for you, I can still live without you, Mr. Jeon."

"Ha. Keep lying to yourself because I know how you can't survive without me. I mean you always follow me around at home because you want cuddle all the time," Jungkook teased you with a smug expression on his face. Your face turned red, and you really want to smack that annoying smirk from his face. You pouted and turned your head around and just keep drinking. You decided to ignore him for now.

"Aw is my baby mad at me now? Aww you're so cute when you pouted, you big baby," Jungkook kept teasing you even when you ignore him. He even squished your cheeks with his large hands. Then you remember about something. You came with Jungkook not just to watch over him but also because you were curious about the girl, he had a crush on.

"By the way, which one is the girl you like? Tell me."

"Do you really want to know?" you nodded. Then Jungkook started to search the whole room.

"There, she is there. Oh wait, she's walking here," Jungkook pointed to a girl wearing a beautiful black dress. You turned your head around to see where his finger pointed, and you saw her. 

"Woah, she's gorgeous. Now I know why you have feeling for her. She's more beautiful than me, damn. If I were you, I will fall in love with her too," Jungkook frowned when he heard what you said. You just say it because you really think she's beautiful and doesn't try to make him pity you or anything. It just came out from your mouth without you noticing. You're not even aware you compliment the girl while you degraded yourself.

"What do you m-?" Jungkook got cut off by his crush greeting him.

"Hi, Jungkook. Do you enjoy the party?" She greeted Jungkook with a beautiful smile on her face. You were mesmerized by the girl in front of you because she looks like am angel.

"Oh, hi Minjee. The party is great. I was surprised that so many people came here. There are even a famous people came to this party, so I became kinda nervous," Jungkook laughed.

"Yeah, I was surprised as well. But our company is really big and famous so it's not weird. By the way, who is this? Your girlfriend?" Minjee pointed toward you. 

"Oh yes, this is my girlfriend. Minjee, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Minjee, my co-worker," Jungkook introduce the both of you and you two shake hands with each other. 

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Jungkook's girlfriend. Nice to meet you," You said with a small smile.

"I'm Minjee, Jungkook's co-worker. Nice to meet you too, Y/N," She smiled right back at you. "How long have you been together?" Minjee asked.

"It's been about 5 years since we started dating."

"Wow that's so long. How you two met each other?" Minjee asked with curiosity. Her eyes sparkle when she asker because she was excited to hear your love story. You told her how you and Jungkook met. You kept talking with Minjee while Jungkook was a bit sad remembering about what you said. 

~~~

"I think I'm drunk already. I think I'm going home. Sorry that I have to go home first," Minjee said as her sister hold her body, so she won't fall. 

"It's okay, Minjee. Be careful on your way home. See you later and it's nice talking to you," You said to Minjee as you smile at her.

"Bye Y/N, bye Jungkook. Be careful on your way home too. See you later," You wave your hand as Minjee went inside the car and with that Minjee went back to her place with her sister.

"I think we should go home too," you nodded your head because you felt tired and a little bit tipsy as well. You and Jungkook went home. The car ride home was filled with silence. Jungkook was the one driving since he really didn't drink any alcohol at the party.

"Y/N," Jungkook called your name and you hummed as a response. "What do you mean by what you said earlier?"

"Hah? What I said?" You were confused at his tone of voice. He sounded angry but you don't know why he was angry.

"You said that Minjee is more beautiful than you and that it's actually makes sense that I like her. What do you mean by that?" Now you know the reason why he's angry. You said something that shouldn't be said in front of him. Jungkook knew about your insecurity so he will always tell encouraging words at you to make you less insecure. 

"Sorry, Kook. I didn't mean it that way. It just came out of my mouth without me noticing," You apologized to him as you looked down to your hands that were on your thighs. Jungkook pull over at an empty street and ruffle his hair in frustration. He looked at you and lift your chin to look him in the eyes.

"No, that's not what I mean. I don't want you to apologize but listen to me, you are beautiful too, Y/N. She's not more beautiful than you. Yes, I know I said I like her but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful, Y/N. Please don't say something like that again. It makes me sad," His voice sounded sad, and his eyes looked sad as well when you looked at his eyes. You felt even more guilty about saying something like that because you knew how Jungkook always trying to encourage you to love yourself more.

"I'm sorry, Kook. I won't say something like that again," You averted your gaze from his eyes. But he made you look at him again.

"I said I don't want you to apologize. Just repeat after me. I'm beautiful and I love myself more than anyone with this world," Jungkook demanded, and you blush.

"Eh?! That's embarrassing," You can feel your face heating up from his piercing gaze and you turned your eyes to the side so you can't clearly look at his eyes.

"Just do it. If not, then I will stay mad at you," Jungkook threatened you, but his tone was so soft. You looked at his eyes and you widened your eyes when he looked at you so lovingly.

"You're being unfair right now," You said as you looked down and your face became redder.

"Don't care. Come on, say it. I'm beautiful and I love myself more than anyone in this world."

"Fine. I'm beautiful and I love myself more than anyone in this world. Happy now?"

"Not yet. Say it proudly and loudly. Come on," Jungkook demanded with a little smirk on his face. You were shaking because you're embarrassed right now.

"You're so demanding. I'm so beautiful and I love myself more than anyone in this world! I'm the most beautiful girl on earth!" You yelled inside the car. Jungkook was satisfied with your statement.

"Woah so cool. You even said more than what I told you," Jungkook chuckled as he ruffled your hair. 

"Ya! You're going to make a mess of my hair!" You yelled at him. Jungkook laughed and apologize.

"But you're not lying about what you said just now right? I mean you can say it, but I won't know if you just say it with feeling or not," You shook your head and smile.

"I'm not lying because I realized that I'm the most beautiful girl on earth and I have the most handsome boyfriend on earth," You said proudly with a smug face.

"Woah so arrogant. My girlfriend suddenly become so arrogant," Jungkook pinched your cheek and you groaned. "Y/N, did your cheek become chubbier? Woah, your cheek is so plump. I want to bite it."

"Then bite it," You challenge him because you think he won't do it if you say it like that. But unfortunately, you were wrong because you got surprised at his reply.

"I'm going to do that once we're home. Seriously, this cheek is so cute," Jungkook kept pinching your cheek.

"Jungkook-ah, it hurts..." You whined.

"Whoops sorry. Your cheek is just so cute hehe."

"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment," You said while flipping your hair annoyingly. Jungkook laughed.

"Well, that is a compliment, chubs," then the two of you laughed because of your stupidity. You wish that time would stop so you can always laugh like this with Jungkook because you really cherish every moment you spend with him. But you knew that it's impossible for time to stop so you will just cherish this moment forever in your heart no matter what his decision will be in the future.

[raplinesmoon]

Cooking For Two (KSJ x GN!Reader)

pairing: ex-boyfriend Seokjin! x reader (any pronouns) genre(s): just angst... i'm sorry au(s): exes to exes word count: 1.3k warnings: lots of regret, pining, misunderstandings, mentions of a past fight, Seokjin gets burned, both literally and figuratively rating: PG15

summary: based on this tweet, "seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he's used to cooking for two" T_T

a/n: i was itching to write some good angst... and my muse (aka Jin) responded! this is sad, and i made myself cry. tagging @beckysworld7 because you encouraged me hehe <3 this is pretty unedited btw

Seokjin's ears fill with a loud hiss, tearing his gaze away from the soft patter of rain outside his window, and back to the boiling water on the stove. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the water overflowing and sizzling on the hot stove top. Cursing internally, he chastises himself for not remembering to put a wooden spoon over the top. It was a habit he rarely forgot, until, of course, his life had been tossed so far afield that he had lost all sense of familiarity.

And so, he continued on, fighting tooth and nail to hold on to the parts of his life that defined who he was before it had happened. However, the breakup had left him broken, empty, watching you take the best parts of him, of you both, and throw them away like they’d never meant anything at all.

He reaches over to pull the frothing pot off the stove, yelping as the blistering heat of the hot metal kisses his bare skin. Shaking his hand, he yells in pain and runs cold water over the burn, searching for some sort of relief. The taste of ash coats his mouth, and he’s not sure whether it’s from the pasta he’d nearly burnt, or the acrid memories that have begun to rise up from the deep place he’d buried them so many months ago.

Pappardelle with homemade bolognese sauce. He’d made the dish a thousand times before. It had been your favorite after every night out, every big celebration, even on rainy days, like today, when you weren't feeling well. The fresh, al dente noodles and the simmering hearty sauce were irrevocably tied to the memory of your relationship, each bite creating a different snapshot in his brain of times that had passed long ago.

Every Friday night since the last time he saw you, Seokjin made two bowls of pasta, sitting alone at the dining table, breathless and begging for you to walk through the door. Waiting until the steaming bowls ran cold, he finally accepted that you weren't coming today. After finishing one bowl, he'd put away the other one, sneaking bites of the cold, rubbery dough throughout the weekend; coming home from another failed date, or right before bed when the longing was at its worst.

He heard Namjoon’s voice in the back of his head, chastising him that the way he was living wasn’t healthy, that it’d been too long since you had gone. Seokjin knew his friend was right. But Seokjin didn’t know how to live his life without you, just like he’d never known how to only make one serving of your favorite recipe. And so he sat there, in the oppressive loneliness of the apartment you two had once shared, and lost himself.

Shuddering from the cold, he gazes over to the warm, calm flames that burn in the fireplace. At the end of it all, he hadn’t even remembered what caused the fight that ended it - all he remembers was the rage, the inferno that had erupted between the two of you. It was like nothing he had experienced before - hot, angry, and scathing. Blazing down everything in its path. The bitter stench of regret had settled deep inside his lungs as your footsteps ran out and closed the door behind you.

The doorbell rings, followed by the distinct sound of three rhythmic knocks, and Seokjin freezes.

Swinging the door open, his dazed mind wonders if it’s all been a dream. Because it’s you, cheeks red from the cold, bundled up in the plaid scarf and red mittens he’d gotten you for your very first Christmas together. You look beautiful, and Seokjin’s heart hurts all over again. Because you’re not his to love anymore.

You look towards his downturned gaze, and immediately think to yourself that it was a mistake coming here. The two of you stand on opposite sides of the threshold, forced into an impasse of your own doing.

Deciding to break the silence, you clear your throat, and Jin’s glassy eyes meet yours, pain contained within their umber depths.

“I’m so sorry for showing up like this,” you gasp, not realizing the words come out as a sob. “But I was making a dish, umm, the pappardelle with bolognese. And I realized I left the Le Creuset pot with you.”

Taking a deep breath, you force air into your lungs, mustering up the strength to continue while feeling the tears prick your eyelashes.

“You probably don’t want to give it back,” you mumble in the smallest voice you can manage. “And it’s unfair of me to ask for it, but I needed to make something for a thing I have to go to and I remembered you, uhmm, I mean your recipe.”

Peering through your lids at Seokjin, you watch him gulp as he tries to force a response, struggling to get the words out.

“I have the pot,” he garbles, voice hoarse. “Take it, and don’t worry about the pasta. I made some. You can have it too.”

Looking your ex-boyfriend in the eyes, the man you thought you’d have forever with, a sob escapes your throat, and your heavy breaths echo in the frosty air as he waits for you to respond.

“W-what do you mean take it?” you whimper, fingers itching underneath your mittens to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

“I make it every Friday,” he whispers. “Two bowls. You can take the other bowl with you.”

You watch him disappear into the apartment, coming back out with a sizzling pot of pasta in his hands. He pauses, visage lost deep in contemplation, before the lines in his face disappear and he gives you a soft smile.

“Or,” he goes on. “You could come in and have some with me? There’ll probably be enough leftovers for you to take home with you.”

You feel a pit in your stomach at his proposition, glancing over at his pretty eyes and parted lips as they hopefully await your response.

Looking away, you stare down the hall of the apartment complex, not wanting to meet his gaze as you push your red mitten to the side and Seokjin catches a glimpse at your blanched fingers.

A sparkling, oval-cut diamond sits on your left ring finger, and through your pounding heartbeat, you hear Seokjin let out a pained whine.

“I-, I’m so sorry, Jin. I never should have come,” you weep, knowing that if you looked him in the eyes one more time, you’d fall in love all over again.

Turning on your heels, you leave him devastated, thoughts swimming with uncertainty about the fiancé waiting for you in the parlor of his parents’ house. Knowing deep in your soul that part of your heart would forever belong to the man you left at the threshold, clutching the steaming dish in his hands.

Slamming the pot onto the counter, Jin chokes on his tears, heaving in between deep breaths as he watches you run away through the window.

Lifting the spoon to his lips, he inhales a large bite of the dish, hoping to nurse his broken heart, only to have a dull flavorless bite coat his tongue. He’d forgotten the salt. Mourning the loss of his finesse for the dish that had once warmed his heart, he can’t help but remark at the forfeit of his love for you as well.

He feels rage overtake him, throwing the pot against the wall. The tasteless rubbery mess along with the shattered remnants of the last item of yours he’d kept painting a gut-wrenching portrait as he slumps to the floor.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, tears leaking from his eyes as his whole body shakes.

When the clock strikes midnight, Seokjin rises, picking up the bland mess in his hands and throwing it in the trash. For good.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜