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divinedelusional · 4 months ago

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red as a tomato

billy hargrove x fem reader

synopsis: cozy evening after a long day, with billy and lumax. max and lucas are couple, also fic touches on max and billy's siblings dynamic

warnings: nothing it's just fluffy

a/n: title kinda sucks, i wrote this waaay back in september before i even started this blog and idk i wasn't feeling like writing much this week, so im posting this

tagging some people who might enjoy it: @cameronsprincess @bookshelf-dust @shes-an-odd-bird

"Hi im home!" you shouted as you closed the door behind you and put keys into a bowl on a small dresser.

"Hi hon" Billy called from his seat in a little dining area in a living room. You came up to him to greet him with a sweet peck on the lips. You turned your head left to see Max sitting on the couch, with her head on Lucas shoulder.

"Hi y/n" Max greeted you.

"Hi cuties, what you watchin?"you asked. "Oh it's some new sit com The Charmings or whatever" Lucas replied.

"Is that Snow White? You interested in this?" You asked playfully, turning to Billy. "Well it's in California so" he said taking a sip of coke. He stood up and followed you to the hallway and took your denim jacket of for you.

"You tired?" he asked. "Mhm and so hungry. You guys ate i hope?"

"Yeah, we did, got to feed the kids right?" Billy said, his lips turning upwards a bit. "But this new place is kinda a bummer though" he added, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, looking at you as you were changing your hairstyle. "You went to this Mexican place?" "Yeah, no competition to the one we had in Cali."

You and Billy went to California last month, when you had a winter vacation at school. Your dad's cousin moved there a year ago and was waiting for an opportunity to invite you and your boyfriend since she found out Billy was raised there. "I'll cook mexican for us next week, auntie gave me recepies from her friend". Billy smiled back at you, didn't respond as he kept gazing at you.

"What? What got you so dopey? Snow White on TV?" you smiled and looked at him when you finished tying up your hair. "Nah, just my own beautiful princess doing her hair" he said.

It was true. He was looking at you in awe. You came home at 8 pm, being up since 7 in the morning, tired, hungry, and probably a little bit cold and wet due to chilly march evening and rain outside, yet here you were beaming at him and Max and Lucas earlier. "Aw stop, B" you brushed him off but blushed like crazy. Billy just laughed. "Anyway you said you were hungry, anything in mind?"

"Grilled cheese? Tea and a blanket? And that weird Snow White show". Billy snorted at your response. "And your boyfriend holding you?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. My boyfriend, he has to be there" "And two dipshits by yours and your boyfriends side, right?". You laughed at his last sentence and smiled and the realization how much he grew fond of having Max and Lucas around together. He still was protective of his sister and wouldn't let Lucas do anything funny on his watch, but also enjoyed how happy and calm his sister was with him. Just like he was with you.

"Ask them if they want some and if they want to add something or cheese will do" you told Billy. Minute later you and Billy found yourself in your kitchen preparing sandwiches for the four of you.

"Jesus you are in the mood for those" Billy said when he saw you putting sliced pickles between cheddar and bread. A lot of pickles. He knew that after your sandwich will be ready you'll put a layer of mayo on top. Weird thing you didn't put jalapenos too.

"Girl has her cravings sometimes, lil dick" you shoved him playfully. "Oh nuh-uh. Y'know damn well im anything but lil dick, pretty baby" Billy said wrapping your arms around you from behind and kissing the nape of your neck. "Oh my god Hargrove, control yourself, you horndog" you scoffed pretending to be annoyed, but Billy could hear the smile in your voice. "And watch this plain just cheese grilled cheese of you and Max" you said pointing to the pan, putting bacon in Lucas' sandwich. "Yes ma'am" Billy let go of you, but squeezed your ass before moving to the stove.

After couple minutes you and Billy joined Max and Lucas on the couch, bringing plates with sandwiches. You sat on the couch, between Billy's legs, your back glued to his chest. You felt so much better after you ate, warmed and comforted as you sipped your ginger tea and Billy was stroking your hair lazily. You dozed off, when the show ended and Max and Billy started discussing the concept of putting Snow White in Los Angeles.

"Kay shitbirds get your stuff and we'll get going" you suddenly heard Billy calling Max and Lucas and they went to get dressed leaving you alone in the room with your boyfriend.

"You're driving them?" you asked, waking up from your slumber. Billy crouched down to you and kissed your forehead. "Yeah babe, go back to sleep".

You looked at your boyfriend as if you wanted to say that you're perfectly fine with giving Max and Lucas a ride. "Don't give me that look, y/n, Harrington would kill to get away from babysitting duty" you laughed. Billy kissed your forehead once again and you closed your eyes pushing your head further into the cushion.

"But be back soon, I want cuddles" you said with a little whine to your voice, not opening your eyes. Billy swore he could've melt and small smile appeared on his face. "Will be, angel"

"You can kiss her goodbye, I won't bite your head off" Billy said when he pulled up at Sinclair's driveway and saw that Lucas was hesitant about the way he should say goodbye to Max. Younger boy looked at him in shock, but decided to take the opportunity and he kissed his girlfriend sweetly but shortly not to push his luck. "See you tomorrow at Mike's" he said to Max and closed the door.

Billy chuckled when he saw Max blushing. "What?" she asked. "Nothing, just didn't think he'd go for it. And it's fun to see you flustered"

"Oh please. Like you're not blushing at everything y/n does. I don't see face being your regular shade anymore. You're like a tomato Billy." Max said pleased with making her step brother at a loss of words. "Like I thought you'd melt today looking at her. The same way you looked at her when you started dating and it's been a year, Billy."

Billy didn't say anything, didn't even wanted to argue with his sister because what was the point? Him and Max both knew who was right.

"Well Max, I think we have to accept that y/n and Sinclair are turning us into fuckin marinara" Billy smiled at Max in the mirror when she actually laughed, genuinely amused with Billy picking up previous remark about tomato face and him melting for y/n. She was also amazed how things changed, that she could joke with Billy like that, laugh and be comfortable with him.

"You know what Billy, our faces can be like tomatoes, but i would like to know how their faces would look like if they saw us right now." "Oh that Maxine, would be just priceless".

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pacthesis · 22 days ago

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im not kidding applebees all you can eat nearly killed me

had a great time

absolutely would do it again

PSA 1: if ur throwing up don't chug water and gatorade cause ur scared of dehydration (suck on ice cubes instead)

PSA 2: more than 32 oz of water per hour is probably too much (about a liter, roughly 2 "typical sized" water bottles- ur pee should be light yellow- not clear!)

PSA 3: if ur like me and you mindlessly sip water throughout the day AND/OR eating out makes you drink a lot of water/fluids and you have a habit of fasting when ur not hungry: that can be dangerous

im SO lucky to be alive and ok

i've written a long detailed diary entry mostly cause i want to comprehend what happened and never forget this:

first of all its not applebees fault

so friday the 13th lol (6/13/2025) me and pizza man do the all you can eat

my expectations were low but i really enjoyed it

except i tried the pecan blondie brownie dessert- shockingly terrible: dry and tasteless blondie, maple cream cheese sauce was actually gross imo (i don't think im picky especially when it comes to sweets) ice cream and nuts were fine though

but anyway i ate too much lmao

i wasn't that hungry- and it wasn't that good

i like to challenge myself sometimes- i was mostly curious: "if i could still do it" (it was kinda my party trick in college)

i had fries, coleslaw, 2 portions of popcorn shrimp, 2 portions of riblets, 1 portion of chicken tenders- then the whole pecan blondie brownie (pizza man didn't try it cause he thought it smelled icky lol)

thought i was gonna puke (didn't happen though) i was SO full

***

next day saturday (6/14/2025) i felt fine but didn't eat all day and just had a slice of pizza, egg and hash browns with ketchup for dinner cause i wasn't really hungry

i almost didn't eat dinner- i'll admit maybe i was curious: "if i could do it"

earlier that day we went to a church sale and half price books and hung out with pizza man's childhood friend: we were talking about how when we cook we don't add salt cause usually it just tastes fine while we think its funny how pizza man loves things to taste very salty...

that night he apparently has a dream where pizza man is eating straight up salt to "balance out his levels" or whatever

***

sunday (6/15/2025) father's day: i wake up feeling normal and ask pizza man if he wants to go to target cause i wanna get this bow hair clip:

he says sure but after he does his typical morning run with his mom

then i have this headache as im washing dishes- i think its caffeine withdrawal- i have my morning coffee and take 2 ibuprofen

but it gets worse- i throw up a couple of times- i don't feel well enough to go to target (or anywhere)

pizza man offers to go get the bow hair clip for me and returns with it within the hour

i was so nauseous i couldn't eat all day or move much

maybe it was a migraine but it was a first

i felt sensitive to light and noise and wore sunglasses and earplugs but wasn't sure if it was just in my head from googling my symptoms (pizza man's mom thought it was so funny he was out ignorantly grinding a cast iron pan while i was inside cringing lol)- i was miserable with or without the noise and light tbh

i read on reddit that people have "migraine hangovers" afterwards and often craved mcdonalds and i was like "aw man i can't wait until i feel well enough to crave mcdonalds again!" lmao

im using a foot bath cause i read it can bring some relief to my misery- it actually kinda works

pizza man asks if its ok if he leaves to have father's day dinner with his family and i tell him its ok but he returns quickly because he's worried about me

when he returns i ask him to make me some oatmeal (with water- im worried milk will upset my gut) and to bring me raisins with honey then i took another ibuprofen with a tylenol and an excedrin cause i was scared of having a stroke or heart attack (but immediately puked anyway)

i throw up into the foot bath, pizza man brings our (emptied) recycling bin over and i throw up into that too- im throwing up so much- so im chugging water, gatorade, pediatric (dose makes the poison)

i remember hiccupping uncontrollably

pizza man actually kept these bottles because he thought some documentation would be helpful for the doctors:

(it was these 2 along with a few cups of water we believe)

there wasn't diarrhea and i knew it wasn't food poisoning but i've had it a few times in the past and dehydration scared me

i was googling stuff like “when/at what point to go to ER” but felt like the vomiting would eventually stop then i’d be able to sleep it off- i just needed to stay hydrated

my vision was darkening (my kidneys were not keeping up so my brain was swelling and pushing against my eyeballs- i'll just say imo it sounds worse than how it actually felt lol)

i was like "im being smart- this is a close call- im gonna avoid going to the ER- im gonna show up for work tomorrow" then i time warped to wednesday in the hospital

i don't remember monday and tuesday

***

past midnight early into monday morning (6/16/2025) pizza man and his dad take me to the hospital cause im confused and can't talk right

i don't remember leaving the house

i don't even remember standing up from the end of the bed

apparently i walk- holding onto pizza man

he says i started drooling in the waiting room and that just seemed bad

they say they can have a room available by 2pm (its like 2am at the moment) but then they find one open

pizza man says at one point they asked him to leave the room so they could ask me some things- later when im released he asked if i remember what the questions were (i confirm i don’t remember monday or tuesday- not that i mind)

me and pizza man wait in the room alone for doctors and stuff- but then i vomit more (dark green bile) and start foaming at the mouth and convulsing

im having a seizure (generalized tonic-clonic) pizza man starts screaming for help and presses the call help button- obviously very traumatic for him to witness and watch

it lasts for about 180 seconds (3 minutes)

i snore super loud after the seizure according to my father-in-law- and my face was white and colorless

call me vain but i was glad i didn’t lose or chip any teeth or whatever

the doctors do the shining the flashlight in my eyes thing- pizza man says my pupils didn't react to the light at all (possible sign there may be an issue with the brain apparently)

they do a lumbar puncture into my spine to test for meningitis

they asked pizza man if he had any questions- he asks “what if its not meningitis?” and they basically go “we hope it is so we can treat it”

its negative

it also checked for subarachnoid hemorrhaging (can cause a stroke: bleeding in the area between ur brain and tissues around it)- also negative

doctor told my mom he was scared cause i was "healthy and young" and at this point there was only 7 things he could do for me

they insert the PICC line that goes to my heart (pizza man says "a really big guy" came and did it) and IV and catheter and begin raising my sodium levels

i continue to projectile vomit on several occasions over the course of the morning (some of the nurses joke about how they just have vomit all over them lol)

im encephalopathic, unable to follow commands and nonverbal

im high risk for decompensation (organ failure)

i have sepsis (my body's response to infection is causing injury to its own tissues and organs)

then suddenly my catheter rapidly fills up

they have rapid overcorrection- which is another medical emergency (listening to some videos on how to treat hyponatremia im kinda surprised they didn’t accidentally kill me- there are so many things to figure out prior doing anything plus it seems hard to get the water, sodium and potassium ratios right)

that put me at high risk for ODS (obstructed defecation syndrome- i guess i would always be constipated)

i had some predictions about my life and knew life was unpredictable in general but didn't expect at the age of 31 to be quote "the sickest person in the hospital"

apparently so many doctors are going in and out of my room- like a revolving door

before pizza man even contacted my parents my mom said she actually felt "things weren't right" that night somehow

pizza man was heartbroken cause he wasn't sure if i would "come back"

he said it was very hard to leave the hospital without me (he didn't expect that- it felt wrong for him) when he went up to the front desk he didn't even know how to ask: "can i uh- like..." and they go "oh- come back? yes! just give us her name" and he was like "yeah!"

my mom said the hardest question for her was "is she full code?" (should we do every possible measure in order to save the patient's life?)

she said yes

i read through (and partially summarized above and below) my long list of care notes and tests and i can see why the doctors were scared:

kidneys and organs were functioning

thyroid normal

no medications

no medical conditions

no alcohol/drugs

no tobacco (can lower sodium apparently)

no history or family history of epilepsy seizures migraines

before my parents leave a doctor says "im taking amy away to do the stent on her heart" and my mom was like "i thought nothing was happening tonight??" but doc leaves and goes "i cannot discuss that with you"

then a nurse comes to apologize to my parents and tells em "the doctor feels stupid- the stent is for the patient in the next room"

my mom woulda preferred if he came to apologize for himself of course

there was a band with a barcode on my wrist and we believe there is a system to confirm and keep people from getting mixed up but it was still spooky for my family to experience that

pizza man says me and his grandpa are the 2 people he’s seen so close to actual death

the doctors told my parents "she is unresponsive and mentally unstable"- it seems like they don't expect me to wake up

***

tuesday (6/17/2025) they hooked all these wires up to my head to check for brain activity but afterwards my mom said i was greasy and kinda "gross" looking lol

so she and my dad spent an hour and a half washing my hair

then i opened my eyes

the doctors are shocked and get very excited- they tried sticking me in an MRI machine but i tried to crawl out cause they put me on ativan

the neurologist kept asking me stuff like "how many nickels are in a dollar?", "what is this called? (pointing to a watch face or watch band)"

when he pointed to the watch face i said “watch”- when he pointed to the band i said nothing

then he would ask "what hospital are you at right now?"- i answered “hop kinsss”

he would then tell me which hospital we were at

then he would ask a couple of other questions and then ask “what hospital are you at right now?“ again

still answered “hop kinsss”

he asked "why is she saying that? what is hopkins? did she go to hopkins high school?" and my parents were like no! pizza man was like aw man if amy lives through this she will just think this is so funny

pizza man thinks "hopkins" just kind of sounds like "hospital"

but the neurologist said it was hard to tell if i got brain damage or if it was the ativan lol

my mom kept asking me "who is this??" and pointing to family members that visited:

i knew my mom and dad

for pizza man i said his name sweetly (we just celebrated our 10 year anniversary last month may 2025)

for my father-in-law i answered with his name but seriously (that made pizza man think "oh maybe amy is still in there") lol

i kept asking for coffee also lmao but my mom said that brought her some comfort because to her “thats a sign amy is still there”

they continue to raise my sodium slowly (if they go too fast that would kill me) pizza man tells my mom every time he took me to mcdonald’s he was saving my life- she laughs

pizza man says i had such dry lips and wanted water (couldn’t have it- was on fluid restriction) so my mom used these brushes to dab water on them

him and his dad thought my mom looked like a mother robin bird and the look on my face looked like a baby’s- they told her “she seems to really like the vaseline”

but my mom believed i was just still mostly a body, reacting (i don’t have any memories of this)

pizza man’s sister was like “this is great- amy’s getting everyone off of work” and i laughed when i was told that once i was conscious but that made me feel good cause i mean if this happened to someone else i knew i think i’d also be like “lets gooo- who cares about work!” tbh i kinda wanted to watch my own “car crash”

pizza man also brought the bow hair clip he got for me on sunday to see if i would remember it

and he brought this plush seal a childhood friend since middle school got for me a while back and asked "whats his name?" because he couldn't remember and i correctly told him "tory" (short for “tornado torpedo”)

i closed my eyes and puckered my lips for pizza man and my dad was like "she wants a kiss"

pizza man gave me a nice little kiss but wasn't sure if it was appropriate at the time but he thought it was sweet still

pizza man and visitors also enjoyed this giant monster rabbit that could be seen outside my window too i guess

the rabbit is my zodiac animal “secret friend” (a sign that brings balance and help in times of difficulty apparently) but they're really common to spot in the wild tbh

pizza man said it was also really hard to see my stuff around the home without me around

there was a 1:1 nurse with me monday and tuesday night cause i couldn’t call for help and they didn't want me trying to get up by myself or yanking on my stuff

***

by wednesday (6/18/2025) i "wake up"- i remember wednesday

nurse was like "hiii ur in the hospital" and i was like "..uhh this is real huh.. not a dream.."

im covered in wires and tubes: who knows what on my chest, IV in my right arm, PICC line in my left arm, hooked up to a catheter, finger oxygen sensor, bright yellow wristband that reads "FALL RISK"

im wearing a blue gown and white robe (pizza man says i got very cold)

initially i was like "oh god the financial cost of this" but quickly i was like "eh whatever- doesn't matter"

i actually upgraded my health insurance when i turned 30 just cause i thought "eh its time for better insurance"

doctors and nurses seemed surprised i made it

they were pumping me with sodium and potassium but at one point it dropped anyway but eventually my body just fixed itself and they kinda shrugged and were like "cool i'll take it!"

they send a dietitian student in and he asks me what i eat and he goes "huh- you eat healthy"

the neurologist visits and i loudly go “i remember you!” but im confused- i have no memories of him- he just has one of those looks

“neurologist” is also too complicated of a word for me to retain today so i keep saying “brain guy”

he says something interesting: “throwing up shouldn’t cause low sodium” (as i currently understand: low sodium can cause vomiting but not the other way around? i've heard doctors on youtube say the opposite- situations/cases can differ, people can be wrong and opinions can contradict i guess)

when we pressed with other questions he professionally answers that he can only talk about the brain- i kinda liked that (stay in ur lane brain boy)

my parents and a lot of pizza man's family came to visit me throughout the day

im shocked to hear about my seizure- but thats also a word i can’t retain- i remember it starts with the letter “s” and it wasn’t a stroke- i tell my brain “its like guards! seize him! seize! seizure..”

i talk about applebee’s all you can eat- my dad goes “ooh that sounds good”

pizza man said that day i was "more quirky" but he was ok with that- maybe even kinda liked it lol

he also said the doctors and nurses said i was "very nice" even when i was out of it and that i should put that on my resume (maybe a somewhat weird thing to say imo but whatever they mean well i guess- i think everyone gets a pass to be a cunt sometimes)

he leaned in for a hug teary eyed and went "thank you for coming back" and idk if it was the ativan or if it was just me unfiltered but i go "my body was doing its thing i don't think i had a say in that" lmao

another childhood friend since middle school (who didn't know this was going on) actually randomly texted me a trauma center game meme but i didn't have access to my phone until a few days later (it was a game i enjoyed when i was in high school and i was actually thinking about it when i was conscious in the hospital)

my parents and pizza man kept asking me if i would like pizza man to bring me the bow hair clip he got for me on sunday

i was like "bah nah that doesn't matter" but throughout the day they started seeing my memory was improving on its own

so while i was dying pizza man appeared on an episode of america's funniest home videos on tv and the host for whatever reason said "believe it or not, ladies- he's single"

pizza man knew i'd find it funny if i lived but at the time he didn't like that of course lol

he said he was thinking if i did die he was happy we at least had a nice last date at applebeees lmao

he said he wasn't ready for that though- he would've probably quit his job and stuff

i know i got extremely lucky but this actual experience wasn't that bad! i didn't have any suffering thanks to the doctors/nurses and my family and pizza man

the thought of going to the hospital was much much worse

and hospital food was pretty good actually!

a nurse helped tie my hair back to keep it out of the way

also when a nurse helped me go #2 she was like "the catheter must be so uncomfortable :(" and i was like "actually- its not that bad!" like whenever i'd see a commercial for one on tv i was like "oh god that looks awful" lol

tmi (this is all tmi tbh lol) for what it feels like to be hooked up to a catheter

at first i was like “how do i pee?” and they were like “you don’t- you have a catheter”

as time passed they were right- it just.. happens

#2 was usual though- except a nurse would watch me and hold my catheter as i carefully maneuvered to the bathroom- sometimes they would step out and close the door (cause it was awkward for them i assume) i didn’t mind at that point lol

actually even when im all there in the head i don’t even mind if im seen casually in my birthday suit by randos- its just never been weird for me for some reason

catheter itself didn’t really feel that weird or uncomfortable

i walk around a bit in the hallways with pizza man as he held my catheter- my legs felt very weak

he thinks the catheter makes me look like a grand theft auto character

when everyone leaves- i pass time by cleaning the dirt under my nails

i don't have a 1:1 nurse watching me this night and i fall asleep around 1:30am

***

thursday (6/19/2025) we have off from work- its the juneteenth holiday

on monday pizza man contacted my employer and they used 4 PTO days for the week for me

im a little naughty- i get up by myself and wash my hair in the sink

i knew it was a liability thing and i wasn't supposed to get up by myself- but i was curious (the curiosity of "if i could still do it"- maybe that drive might take me out one day lol) but i thought it wouldn't hurt anyone

my mom was a little annoyed/mad yet relieved when she found out lol

my father-in-law brings coffee and donuts both wednesday and thursday morning (cause i was always asking for coffee lol)

the neurologist or “brain guy” comes and asks me how many nickels are in a dollar- i confidently answer “100!”- pizza man thought that was cute

at this point they believe the seizure was from low sodium so they back off on another MRI or seizure meds

a nurse comes in and asks the visitors to step out- we both wear face masks as she removes the PICC line from my arm (was conscious for that and surprised to not feel anything as she took it out)

she goes "i'll show you it when im done" (doesn't ask if im squeamish- but maybe she could tell i was interested in that kind of stuff)

its very long- i tell her thats very cool- this is when i find out that was connected to my heart

she asks me if i remember why im in the hospital- i go “the migraine”- she goes “no well you couldn’t stop throwing up”

later another doctor and nurse come rip off the stuff on my chest, the IV, finger oxygen sensor- and remove the catheter also (felt that just a little lol)

i take a couple of tylenol every few hours to ease my headache

i worry and ask the doctors about it- i don't want to become dependent on it- they tell me its safe and my worries ease because i no longer feel like i need anymore that night (or for the following days)

so far the known issue was low sodium (117) and severe hyponatremia

the doctors are humans and have differing opinions so some thoughts contradict but so far the one belief that makes sense to me is "it was just the perfect storm"

in the evening im released from the hospital and pizza man brings me home

my mom is surprised- she thought i'd be well enough to go home the next day friday

but i didn't feel like i was currently dying- i thought it was time for me to leave and for the doctors and nurses to save someone else now

my parents and pizza man’s family drop off a lot of food and a gift basket

and my employer sent me flowers

i was maybe a bit surprised- been there for over 10 years but thought "eh maybe they'll think about letting me go" lol

***

friday (6/20/2025) the first full day of being home im pretty much normal with some slight memory issues (like forgetting where the tea goes, the name of pizza man's oldest aunt, not making my yogurt the "most efficient way", etc) and im using a walker as a precaution- im slightly wobbly

pizza man kept telling me it was so awesome to hear me around the home and that i “came back”

imo he was already very in love with me but he keeps saying the experience somehow made him “fall deeply in love” with me lol

he keeps checking my head for a fever and he watches over me carefully for the first couple of days at home- im sure he has PTSD honestly and i was worried about him but he’s doing great now actually

we’re really lucky the house has handle bars by some of the entrances and in the bathroom and its generally accessible because this used to be grandpa’s house- i expected the handle bars to be useful to us one day but not this soon

i was also looking at a fashion catalog and didn't feel "spicy" but felt more "heterosexual" somehow

but by saturday (6/21/2025) and sunday (6/22/2025) my memory is "very good" again, im not using a walker anymore and i looked at the catalog again and my sexuality feels queer as usual lol

pizza man asked me “how many nickels are in a dollar?”- this time i answered “20” after thinking on it for a few seconds

its incredible the people got me through this unscathed

before all this pizza man sometimes told me he was gonna be sad when my memory starts going because its just so good

but he told me he likes me however- and he would always take care of me and his goal is to do his best to help me become independent again- im still kind of processing that tbh

pizza man was like "when you were in the hospital i was like "oh man i wish amy was here with me so she could guide me and tell me what to do through this situation of her being in the hospital :("

then also i had an excuse to invite my friends over to hang out- that was nice

***

hyponatremia risk factors (korey stringer institute)

exercise duration greater than 4 hours or slow pace: no

AFAB: yes

low body weight: i guess

excessive drinking (>1.5 L/hour) during the event: possible

abundant availability of drinking fluids at event: possible

nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, antidepressants, or diuretics use: my two 200mg of ibuprofen in the morning then the one 200mg of ibuprofen and 500mg of tylenol at night???? maybe they just added to the recipe for disaster

other drugs associated with SIADH (SSRI’s): no

not heat acclimatized: guess i don't sweat much but i mean i still sweat

low sodium diet: initially i was like LOW SODIUM?? HOW? but i've been reading nutrition labels (especially serving sizes) and i'll admit maybe its a possibility idk

extreme hot or cold environment: not those days (high: 73℉, low: 53℉ friday 6/13/2025 through sunday 6/15/2025)

i don't mind being a cautionary tale

because the cause of my hyponatremia seems to be possibly caused by my funky eating schedule and chugging liquids: so far the dr notes and advice to prevent me from having it again basically say "drink/eat sodium (2,300 mg/day) and don't drink more than 2 liters of liquids a day"

at first when they told me "don't drink more than 2 liters a day" i was like "yea- i don't usually do that- i only did that cause of that wicked headache and i was puking and scared" and when they were like "listen to ur body" i was like "yea- i do- i was just so nauseous i couldn't eat- tried anyway but i puked"

i was also much more concerned with the headache randomly coming back and not worried about my sodium levels- i believed the headache caused me to vomit and to drink water- which jacked up my sodium

but the more im reading and recalling what i did- the more i'll accept its possible the headache and sickness on sunday was caused by low sodium

i don’t think that was a migraine anymore

low sodium symptoms (https://www.singlecare.com/conditions/low-sodium-symptoms)

headache

nausea

loss of appetite

vomiting

feeling tired

dizziness

muscle weakness/cramps

“low sodium is a common health condition that can affect anyone, regardless of age, sex, race, or ethnicity”

generally when i eat out i drink a lot of water during and afterwards (im thirsty cause its salty)- so it probably wasn't good i drank a lot of water from applebees- then sipped water throughout the whole day saturday and only had dinner

same/similar thing apparently happened to brooke shields in 2023- and maybe also to bruce lee

told pizza man like any good scam how they get you is you think ur safe cause “thats not me- im not an athlete, out in hot weather, doing drinking contests- im a simpleton doing simple things”

i looked at my 30 oz water bottle and realized i can easily drink more than 2 refillings a day (doctors told me not to drink more than 67 oz or 2 liters a day)- so the possibility of me being over-hydrated isn’t really “out there”

apparently im kinda a "mindless" sipper throughout the day- so now i actively pay attention to how much i drink and limit myself to roughly "4 (~16 oz) water bottles/cups" a day (as per the kidney doctor's advice)

according to cleveland clinic

more than 32 oz of water per hour is probably too much (about a liter, roughly 2 "typical sized" water bottles)

ur pee should look light yellow- clear or colorless pee may indicate you have too much water in your body

stop drinking if you feel nauseous, bloated or have a headache- these are early signs that you drank too much water

its funny cause some doctors also said i should be drinking gatorade when i do my squats and push-ups

always thought it was a marketing gimmick or for extreme athletes in hot weather

but as far as i understand it sounds like i'll also be fine if i just eat some chips or whatever

last time i saw a doctor was august 2024: did blood tests- he said i was "extremely healthy" and to see him again in 3 years unless something comes up

i checked my sodium from previous years: 139 last year, 138 back in 2017

my mom also got her labs done recently and her sodium was 136 (below 135 is dangerous)

maybe its genetics and/or a similar diet and sipping habits

i used to see a primary care physician but it felt like a waste of time cause i was like 20 and nothing was ever going on

guess i got a good reason to see one again

i've been thinking about how i've been putting an effort towards working out and gained 4-5 lbs since january this year and i've thought "would this have ended up very different if i didn't gain that extra weight?"

spooky crazy

for whatever reason i was never mad or upset during this: i was trying to be patient, honest and accepting of whatever i felt or was going through- i let myself be weak and vulnerable- kept telling myself "take it easy, give urself a week- try not to be frustrated and trust ur body to recover"

there's some truth and context to "applebees almost killed me" but i think i understand the true actual cause of this mess was: my curiosity

anyway i went to hopkins for shits and giggles cause i’ve never been there before

and pizza man drew his “tippy salt” oc throwing salt at me lol

#hyponatremia

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steviewashere · 3 days ago

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Gonna give Steve GERD because I've been dealing with the devil's acid reflux for four days now and I. am. exhausted.

He and Eddie are gonna be hanging out and chilling in bed. Eddie's reading a book quietly to himself, maybe murmuring the words under his breath. Meanwhile, Steve's perched along his pillows, hand pressed tight to the center of his chest, grimacing and burping and swallowing every thirty seconds or so. And his stomach is upset (IBS because he must go through it like me) and he really doesn't want to take a cap-full of Metamucil and also a handful of Tums. All he wants to do is comfortably sleep, but the acid reflux says otherwise. (Also the whole constipation thing because he's genuinely pissed off that he can't go to the bathroom. Because he knows if he could, then he could probably sleep a little bit more restfully.)

Eddie finally notices. "You doin' okay babe?"

Around the burning in his chest and throat, "I ate two slices of pizza today. Only two! You think I'm okay?"

"Just a question."

Steve, mockingly, "Just a question." He sighs, grimaces, hic-urps. With a quick gasp of air, he says, "I'm gonna invent a time machine. Like full DeLorean style. And I'm gonna go back in time and make society forget about making pizza. Pizza is evil."

"Gotta say, you knew that the pizza was gonna irritate you. I tried to talk you out of it. Offered you the soup and salad and"—

"Oh, so now I'm not allowed to have a little bit of fun and whimsy? Is it...is it a crime to want cheese pizza now? God, live a little, Eddie."

Eddie rolls his eyes. Goes back to his book. "And I'm supposed to be the drama queen?"

"I'm gonna put my stupid fucking constipation meds in your coffee tomorrow morning."

"Why don't you go put a cap-full in some water now, sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs, "I know among other things that it would be helpful right now."

"God forbid I don't want chalk in my mouth."

"God forbid I want my boyfriend to not have an upset stomach." He hears Steve scoff at him. For an extra measure, he adds, "Maybe have a couple Tums while you're at it. We have them for a reason."

"I'm gonna"—

"Grind them up and put them in my eggs tomorrow. Yes, I know, baby. Heard it a million times." He looks back over to Steve flatly. "Just do a couple things for yourself, dork."

"I don't wanna get out of bed. I'm comfy," Steve whines. Actually full on whines.

Eddie snorts. "Comfy. Yeah, sure. Having an active heatburn fit while not being able to use the bathroom is sooo completely comfy. You're right, Steve. Why didn't I just understand that from the get-go?"

"Yeah, why didn't you—Actually, I don't like your tone."

"Just go take your meds and the tone will go away."

Dramatically, Steve gasps. Hand pressed flat to his chest and everything. "Being mean to your boyfriend? I should have you shackled and displayed in the center of town, let them throw the ripest of tomatoes at you. A thousand years! Jail for Eddie for a thousand years!"

"If I get you your meds, will you take them?"

"Yes."

Eddie drops his book down, reading glasses pushed up into his hair, leans over, and smacks a chaste kiss to Steve's cheek. "What do you say, my lord?"

"Oh, Sir Knight Eddie"—Steve starts, all regal fanfare and batting eyes—"please, oh please, save me from the dungeon that is my poor, poor, illithid body. Please, oh please bring me the holiest cure in all the land—the wretched, most despised, most foul beast—the elixir of Metamucil."

"And...?"

"And my Tums, please."

Quickly, Eddie presses a firmer kiss to Steve's cheek and then bows his head. He picks up Steve's hand from his chest, plunks a kiss on his knuckles, and murmurs, "Anything for you, my lord."

With his other hand, Steve pats the top of Eddie's head. "Thank you, baby."

"Tomorrow, we shall have porridge and the freshest of fruits, my lord."

"With coffee?"

"Are you"—Eddie sits himself up, leveling Steve with a disbelieving look—"are you actually insane? With the Metamucil in your system the night before, if you so much as drink half your normal giant mug of coffee, you'll be shitting your pants right at the table. Y'think I'm bending every single one of my wills?"

Steve pouts. Crosses his arms over his chest. "Jail," he mumbles, "jail for Eddie for a million years."

"Guess I'm rotting in my binds, then."

"You've let me have coffee in the morning after before! How come"—

"Because I love you very much, Steve and I don't like it when you're struggling with terrible amounts of pain from that awful fucking IBS shit—pun not intended—you have. If we can find a way to lessen the damage, then we should be doing it."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Then maybe you shouldn't have cheese in your baloney sandwich tomorrow."

"Being lactose intolerant and having IBS are not the same thing, babe."

"Jail for Eddie"—

"I'm really starting to regret using all my nerd vernacular around you. Next, you're gonna be sending me into the depths of Mordor."

"Gonna throw you into lava like the one ring, Eds. Sacrifice," Steve hisses.

"Such an evil goblin creature when you want to be, I swear to god. Just take your meds tonight and we'll see how your wombo combo heartburn-IBS situation is like tomorrow morning. Then, I'll decide whether or not to start a brew, okay?"

"M'kay. But if you still deny me...you know what's gonna happen."

"I'm gonna be banned from making grilled cheese in the toaster...again. And then you're gonna send me to jail for..."

"A billion years."

Eddie nods. "A billion years. Got it. Seems reasonable."

———

This is not the Steve with IBS fic I want to write. But here is a mere sample of some dialogue, I guess. Didn't mean for this to get away from me lol

#metamucil by the way is fucking disgusting.#i also had prescription metamucil as a kid (well into my teenage years)#that shit is gross and chalky and the bane of my existence.#diva down #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #disabled steve harrington

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davrinsleftpectoral · 19 days ago

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Thursday bangers 6/26

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

It's not a walk in the park to love each other, But when our fingers interlock,Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it - Still Into You by Paramore

Thank you for the tags @woundedsoul12 @jenn2d2 @serensama

I started working on chapter 4 of Welcome to Nug E Cheese, and this lyric fit in perfectly with what I had.

About 1200 words under the cut

Taash walked down the street with Turvi. They’d just finished up at the YMCA gym and were on their way to another shift at the Nug E Cheese.

“Thanks for making sure I got up early enough to go with you today. I might not be able to walk up any stairs later, but it’s the good kind of hurt.”

Taash hummed their agreement. “Yeah, thanks for spotting me. It’s good to get that burn going, Fridays are always so busy at work,” They said, checking the time on their phone. “I’ve even got time to do some extra kitchen prep before we open. Helps with the rush.”

They walked another block before Taash broke their silence again. “So. it’s been a stressful week huh?”

“Sure has. That meeting with Solas really shook Neve up. Nug E Cheese means a lot to her,” Turvi agreed.

“And you?” They asked.

“Of course. I love this job!” He replied without hesitation.

“And Neeeeeve?” Taash teased.

“I like working there for more than just Neve, though that is a bonus,” he chuckled. “It’s close to our apartment. The pay is decent. We have the best coworkers. I don’t want to lose all of that.”

“True. It’s so much better than the Gull and Lantern was before it closed.”

“We just need to come up with some innovative ideas to bring in more business,” he shrugged, like it was no big deal.

“Oh is that all?” Taash asked incredulously.

“Yep,” Turvi said, holding open the door for Taash.

It wasn’t unusual for them to see Neve’s office light already on when they got inside and they could hear the soft tapping of her keyboard. Taash was surprised, however, to see that Harding was already there too.

Harding sat at the table, a cup of coffee and a half eaten slice of pizza in front of her, books spread out before her. She was ignoring the books in favor of her phone.

“Harding! You made coffee this morning, thanks. And into the pizza alfready? How long have you been here?” Turvi asked as he bounded by her on the way to his locker.

Harding’s head snapped up and she quickly locked her phone screen. “Oh hey guys, I didn’t hear you come in. Yeah, I needed coffee today, didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Everything okay?” Taash asked, sitting down at the table with her.

“Oh. Yeah. It was just loud in the hostel last night. And since I was up, I was listening to some true crime podcasts. And then I decided to google eyeball necklaces, and let me tell you, DO NOT do that. Those images will haunt you,” she paused, shaking her head as if she could shake those images out of it. “Once I did that, sleep was NOT happening. So I came here to try to do some more homework.”

Taash leveled a stare at Harding. They didn’t need to say anything. They’d had this conversation before. “I know, I know. Stop looking at me like that. Yes sleep is important. But I can’t control the noise of my neighbors. And I was too scared to sleep with noise canceling headphones on,” Harding said, her nerves clearly frayed.

Taash looked to Turvi, who had been making a cup of coffee and listening to their conversation. He looked back at Taash and nodded. It was time.

“Lace, when was the last time you ate a vegetable?” Taash asked.

“What? I eat vegeatables. I think there’s a pepper on here somewhere,” she said, lifting the pizza slice to examine it more closely.

Taash gently lowered Harding’s hand back to her plate. “That doesn’t count and you know it.” Harding sighed and her shoulders slumped. “You can’t keep living in that hostel. Your room is smaller than Neve’s office here, you share a bathroom with 10 other people, and you can’t cook your own food.”

“I’ve told you Taash, while I’m paying for classes at Dock Town Community College, I don’t have enough money to rent any place better. I don’t have a choice,” she said sadly, staring at the table.

Turvi came around and sat next to Harding, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her close. “Thats why, we think you should live with us!” He announced.

“What? No I couldn’t poss—“

“Stop!” Turvi interrupted. “We’ve already discussed it. You aren’t safe, and we have two rooms. You can even pick who you share with,” he grinned. “Taash says they won’t share a room with me because I’m too ‘messy’. But you can share with them- they have a full sized bed. OR you can room with me. I have a small bed, there’s room for another one.” Harding looked like she might cry. “But, I do love to cuddle, so we can squeeze into my bed if you prefer,” he joked, winking at her.

Harding barked out a laugh, playfully shoving Turvi away. “I’m not cuddling with you, ya boob.” Taash reached over and wiped at the tears that were slipping down her cheeks.

“Lace, I mean it. Come live with us. I know we haven’t been dating very long, and I don’t want to rush you or this.” They gestured with their hands between them, “But I can’t live with myself knowing you’re still going to that hostel every night.”

“Our building is much quieter, we have a stove and refrigerator, only the 3 of us to share the bathroom, rent split 3 ways is so much cheaper and, best of all, I can help protect you from Lucanis,” Turvi said, ticking the points off on his fingers. Harding laughed for real then, finally giving in and nodding.

“Okay okay! I’ll move in. But only so Lucanis doesn’t murder me to take my teeth,” she laughed.

“What about me and teeth?” Lucanis asked, striding in the back door.

Hardings eyes went wide and she sat, speechless. Turvi’s eyes were full of mirth as he replied, “Oh, we were just talking and Harding said she thought you liked… beef. On pizza!”

Neve walked out of her office and said, “Smooth. We have some extra boxes in the storage room, if you need some.” Lucanis quirked an eyebrow at the lot of them, but didn’t say anything else as he went to clock in and set down his things.

“We can come help you pack after work. You can have my bed tonight if you want, so long as you’re out of that place,” Turvi declared. He gave Harding one last squeeze and went to start working on opening tasks out front.

Taash smiled as they watched Turvi go. They were lucky to have such a great roommate and best friend. They turned back to Harding, taking her small hand in theirs, twining their fingers together. Lace looked as if she might say something but Taash cut her off. “Don’t. You are not a burden. You are worth it, Lace.”

Harding rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her smile. “Okay,” she said softly. “We can pack up my stuff tonight. Won’t take long, I can’t fit much there,” she chuckled.

Gentle tagging @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @jukkaricity @aetherflowers @himluv @chaosherald @notyourmamasdeerbat @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai

#nug e cheese au #thursday bangers #Turvi #taash x harding #dragon age the veilguard #is this a little longer than it needed to be?#probably but I wanted the taash and Turvi convo in this too

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lexithevalkyrie · 1 year ago

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Fat tip number 15: piggies got to eat

In today's fat tip, we will be looking at some affordable foods to really pack the pounds for your piggies!

Starting with the most important meal of the day, you have many options for a fattening breakfast. But the combo I am focusing on is a favorite combo of mine, a simple egg, cheese, and ham croissant with some orange juice. A simple and relatively small meal can give you a lot of calories to start off the day. To break down the calories using 3 eggs cooked in butter (averages roughly 300 calories), sliced ham (sliced wellshire ham is 110 per slice), shredded Mexican cheese (110 calories per serving), a nice buttery croissant ( averages 250+ calories), and washing it all down with some OJ (averaging 110 calories)bringing you to around 910 calories to start, to put that into perspective the average total calories you would eat for breakfast is 350-450 calories

Now starting off your day with almost 1k calories in your gut it's time for lunch, since you had a big breakfast you should treat lunch as a light snack to digest what you ate in the morning. So we will have a light meal im the form of a hostess danish, now although such a tiny snack could hardly count as lunch, many people overlook its ungodly amount of calories in it. A single pack of danish can add as much as 430 calories. Bring your total to 1.3k calories and because it is such a small snack by the time it is dinner you'll be hungry for more~

A few hours past, and your gut is likely ready for even more tasty food. So, to hit your calories, it is time to eat some pizza and drink some soda! For some cheap and grease filled pizza, we will be having little Ceasars pizza, crazy bread, and some Coca-Cola. To break down the count here, a large extra most bestest pepperoni pizza averages 309 calories per slice (having 4 slices should be enough), 3 sticks of crazy bread will give you 295 calories, and a can of cola is 170 calories. Bringing you to 3,093 calories. And with a big stuffed belly, you can enjoy a late night snack to add just that extra calories 😉

#feeding kink #feedee encouragement #fatty piggy #feedee girl #feed me #feedee belly #fat belly #feeder wanted #death feederism #death fat

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bitchinbarzal · 3 months ago

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Back to the Mountains | The Meiers

The plane touched down in Zurich to the smell of rain and fresh bread.

Timo didn’t realize how much tension he’d been carrying until he saw the mountains again.

Singer noticed it in the way he breathed deeper. In the way his shoulders finally fell. In the way his hand never left hers as they walked through the little train station with their five sleepy kids and way too many bags.

“This is your real arena,” she whispered.

“This is all I ever needed,” he replied.

Their house sat at the edge of a hill in a quiet village. Terracotta roof. Wooden shutters. Wildflowers growing around the fence. The same cowbells clanged in the distance.

Bea stepped onto the porch, squinting at the countryside like it owed her a welcome parade.

Then, suddenly “IS THAT A GOAT? MAMA HE’S STARING AT ME I’M STARING BACK.”

Timo laughed so hard he nearly dropped a suitcase.

“He’s not challenging you, Mäuschen.”

“WELL HE SHOULD KNOW I’M DANGEROUS.”

The boys ran wild—Lio and Oliver leading the charge, Jules and Noah trailing behind with sticks, yelling about dragons. They discovered that Swiss chocolate tasted better when eaten barefoot in a field, and that the lake down the road was the perfect place to collect flat rocks and throw them very badly.

Singer sat in the grass with her shoes off, Timo’s head in her lap, watching their chaos bloom.

“We made this,” she whispered, brushing his hair from his forehead.

“We did,” he said, soft. “Even when it felt like the world wanted to take everything else—we kept this.”

That night, they ate fresh bread and cheese around the kitchen table.

Bea demanded jam on everything.

Timo spoke to the kids in German—and this time, they answered. Lio with full sentences. Bea with confident nonsense.

“Ich bin eine Käsebrot,” she announced.

“You are not a cheese sandwich,” Timo chuckled.

“I AM IF I SAY I AM.”

The next morning, Bea had one mission: make the goat love her.

She named him Schinken. He was not impressed.

Every day, she marched down the hill in mismatched pajamas, fists full of snacks that weren’t technically goat-safe.

“Hi Ham,” she said. “You ready to be besties yet or are you still being dramatic?”

Schinken bleated and walked away.

“That’s okay,” Bea muttered, stomping after him. “I have all summer.”

Meanwhile, inside the house, chaos had chosen the kitchen.

Timo’s dad, Opa, had invited the boys in to make bread.

Which, in hindsight, was a bold choice.

Lio was the only one who followed directions. Oliver poked the dough like it owed him money. Jules dumped flour on his own head “for good luck.” Noah ate raw yeast and ran in circles.

Opa was calm. Patient. Just handed everyone aprons and said, “We bake. We clean. We do not cry.”

(They did, in fact, cry.)

Timo walked in to find flour on the ceiling and Noah under the table licking butter.

“Was this on purpose?” he asked.

“Bread is war,” Jules declared.

Singer stood at the door, filming everything.

“These are the memories,” she whispered.

“These are future therapy bills,” Timo muttered.

By sundown, the kids had jam on their noses and warm bread in their hands. Pancake the dog was full of crumbs and sleeping under the table.

Bea stormed up the hill victorious.

“HE LET ME TOUCH HIS FACE.”

“Who?” Singer asked.

“The goat. Ham. We are best friends now.”

“Did you bribe him?”

Bea tilted her head. “…No.”

(She had absolutely given him three cookies and a slice of bacon.)

Later, Timo and Singer stood on the porch beneath a sky full of stars, wrapped in a blanket, the air warm and quiet.

“No cameras,” he murmured.

“No noise,” she added.

“No pressure.”

“Just us.”

“Just home.”

The season had ended. But their life—the real one, the one they’d built was only just beginning again.

#bea meier #the meier’s #life with lio #living with lio #timo x singer!reader

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makeitmingi · 2 years ago

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 8]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

Yunho had a pep in his step as he came back to the restaurant on Friday morning. He was excited to come back to work so he arrived earlier. Yesterday felt weird to not go into the restaurant to work.

"(y/n)?" He poked his head in. You were alone and had your AirPods on, listening to music as you worked on whatever was in front of you. You hadn't heard him come in. Yunho blinked and stepped forward, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Who-" You jumped back in fear, as if you were afraid of getting attacked. Yunho flinched also, surprised by your fearful reaction.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Yunho fully bowed in apology.

"It's fine. I didn't hear you come in with my music playing." You frowned slightly, removing your AirPods and tucking them away. Yunho cleared his throat.

"Where are the others?" Yunho asked as he went to put his bag and coat in the locker room.

"I told them to sleep in a little. Sometimes, working in peace and quiet is what I need." You replied, mixing the pie batter in the bowl.

"I understand." Yunho nodded. You couldn't help but involuntarily snort at that, did he really understand what you meant? He seemed like someone who likes to surround himself with noise and other people, someone who doesn't like to be alone or for the environment to be too quiet.

"Hang on, let me make a coffee." Yunho said and went out to make himself a macchiato. At the same time, he made you an iced americano, bringing the cups into the kitchen.

"Thank you. Are you hungry?" You asked as you wiped your hands on your apron towel and took a sip before you went into the walk in.

"I guess?" Yunho blinked in confusion.

"I'll make you a sandwich." You came back out with a prep tray of items. You unwrapped the paper and there was a chunk of what looked like beef in the middle.

"What's that?" He came next to you, leaning to see as you used your knife to shave off slices of the meat.

"It's salt beef. Or corned beef. I made it yesterday for Seonghwa and got it ready this morning to give out." You explained.

"Here." You handed him a slice to try.

"Mmm! It's good." Yunho's eyes widened as he ate it. When he thought corned beef, his brain could only think of that chunk of meat that comes in a can. He didn't think that it was the processed version of this piece of meat in front of him.

"This is rye bread, Russian dressing, swiss cheese and sauerkraut. It's like a fermented, pickled cabbage." You showed him each component as you stacked the sandwich.

"Then we grill it to make a sandwich, a reuben sandwich." You pressed the sandwich onto a hot pan until the cheese melted and the bread toasted.

"It looks so good!" Yunho clapped his hands excitedly. When you took it off the pan, you sliced it down the middle.

"There you go, a reuben sandwich." You slid it to him. Yunho took his phone out to take a picture first.

He picked up the sandwich and took a big bite. The crunch of the bread with all the components, the sauerkraut cutting the creamy dressing and cheese, it was amazing.

"This is amazing." Yunho melted, leaning his elbows on the table as he savoured the taste.

As he enjoyed the sandwich, you went back to preparing the pastries and cakes for the day. You would occasionally glance over at Yunho eating his sandwich. Honestly, you had no idea why you felt so much anticipation making the sandwich for him. Maybe because you've been quite amused by his reactions to food so far.

"I'm glad you like it." You said, turning around to mix the muffin batter. Yunho smiled softly as he looked at the back of your head. It warmed his heart that this was you starting to open up to him.

"This thing... sauerkraut? How do you make it?" Yunho asked.

"It's actually really easy. You shred the cabbage and massage it with salt until the water comes out then you let it pickle with it's own natural bacteria and enzymes." You informed.

"So I'm guessing you made this?" He held up a strand of the pickled cabbage. You nodded your head.

"Well, I'm sad that this is my last bite." He pouted, staring at the small piece of sandwich that was left in his hands.

"You can always learn to make it yourself then make more." You replied.

"Speaking of, is there anything I can help you with? Since you're doing this on your own." Yunho straightened up, going to the sink to wash his hands and the plate the he used.

"The boys are coming in 30 minutes. But you can still help." You shrugged. He nodded, going to the locker room to retrieve a spare apron. After tying the string around his waist, he pulled his sleeves up and washed his hands again.

"Okay, chef! What do I do?" Yunho saluted with a big smile as he jogged over to where you were.

"We're going to make the coffee crumb cake. Measure all this into here while I make the crumb that goes in the middle and on top." You pointed on the recipe sheet and all the ingredients he needed.

"I can do that." He grinned and started measuring each component. You had taken out the ingredients earlier so he didn't need to retrieve them.

"Where is the coffee in the coffee cake?"

"There is actually no coffee in coffee cake. It's just meant to go well with a cup of coffee." You replied, mixing the crumb ingredients together with your fingers.

"That's... confusing..." He laughed. You hummed in agreement. You looked over to see how he was managing.

There was a small frown on his face as he checked the weighing scale for each ingredient, he chewed on his bottom lip, focussed on trying to get the exact weight of everything. You could tell he was frustrated when he was even 0.1g over what was needed. He would carefully add and remove each minute amount.

"Done!" He showed you the bowl. You told him which ingredients to put together, standing with him at the mixer to let him add the ingredients in.

"Once the sour cream, butter and sugar are whipped together and it looks fluffy and airy. Slowly add the eggs." You instructed. Yunho tried his best to follow your instructions. He didn't want to mess up.

"No shell." He said proudly, cracking the eggs into the small bowl and adding them in.

"Should I do the flour little by little?"

"Yes, maybe in batches of 3. Lower the speed of the mixer or it will go everywhere." You advised him. He did exactly as told, watching in amazement as he made the cake batter.

"I've never done this before. Or rather, my mum always said I made a mess so I wasn't alloewd to do much." He sighed.

"You've been keeping your area neat so far." You shrugged, continuing to mix with crumb with your hands to ensure you got the right consistency. You tasted it to make sure that the taste and texture wa right before going to wash your hands.

"That's good." You said. You took the bowl from the mixer and scraped down the sides. Then you grabbed the cake tin and layered the two components.

"Let me help." Yunho held the bowl of batter for you to guide it into the pan. After smoothing it, you put a layer of crumb.

"Ooh, like a filling?" He asked, watching you crumble the crumb evenly over the batter.

"Yes, so we cover this with the remaining batter and more crumb." You said, putting more batter on top of the middle layer of crumb. Then you put a final layer of crumb over the top.

You repeated the step for the other cake tin and put the cakes into the oven to bake.

"Morning, (y/n)." Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho came in.

"Hey." You greeted, putting the used dishes together. The 3 were surprised to see Yunho already there with an apron, standing beside you, ready to take on whatever task you assigned. From the flour stains on his apron, they guessed that you had let him help with with whatever you were doing.

"Look at you being so hardworking." Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you to squish you into a hug. You scrunched your nose lightly, body stiff but you didn't push him away.

"Did you sleep?" Seonghwa asked softly, a hand on your head. He didn't ask if you slept well, he asked if you slept at all.

"I did, Hwa. Don't worry. Your salt beef is in the fridge." You informed. Seonghwa's eyes widened in excitement.

"You didn't..."

"I did." You nodded. Seonghwa left you and immediately headed for the walk in. He came back out with the piece of salt beef that you had used earlier.

"See? You should get a meat slicer so we don't have to manually slice it anymore." Jongho chuckled.

"If you can find anymore space in my kitchen to put an industrial meat slicer, go ahead, Jong." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung was still glued to your side, his arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder tiredly.

Yunho watched this exchange quietly. You were really so different when you were around familiar people. Not only were you more relaxed, there was a little bit more playfulness in the way you spoke.

"Okay, get to work." You said, patting Wooyoung on the hip. He went to get his apron.

"What has been done?" He asked.

"Muffins and coffee crumb cake are in the oven. Chicken & leek pie filling is done, pastry has not been rolled out and blind baked. I was getting Yunho started on the financier batter."

"Are you getting more comfortable around the kitchen?" Seonghwa asked Yunho, chewing on a slice of salt beef.

"Thanks for (y/n)!" He replied enthusiastically. You raised your eyebrows at his reply.

"Hwa, stop eating and get to work. You can make your sandwich later." You scolded. Seonghwa laughed and covered the meat back up with the paper wrapping, putting it back into the walk in. He washed his hands and was by your side immediately, assisting you with what you were doing.

"Maybe I should move out of the way." Yunho said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, it's fine. Just finishing weighing all this according to this. Woo, take over the mixing later?" You turned to the male. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up.

"I'm making the brown butter now." He informed, swirling the pan on the stove. The brown butter gives financiers a nutty flavour.

"It smells nice in here!" San came through the door.

"Boss man is working in the kitchen?" Yeosang tilted his head, seeing Yunho working with Jongho by the mixer. Wooyoung nodded his head with a playful giggle.

"Told you guys I can bake." Yunho scoffed.

"Are you sure you didn't just eat the scraps?" Mingi scoffed, coming back into the kitchen with an iced coffee in hand.

"No, that's not true! I'm not like all of you who just samples and eats everything. I actually helped make the coffee crumb cake. Didn't I, (y/n)?" Yunho frowned with a small pout. You nodded in confirmation, stirring the icing for said cake in your bowl.

"Ice and slice." You slid the bowl of icing to Jongho. Jongho picked it up immediately, drizzling the icing over the cooled cake in a zig-zag pattern. Yunho looked on, proud that he helped make that.

"Financiers going in the oven." Wooyoung announced.

"I'll do the bacon and egg danishes." Seonghwa said. You went over to help him with that.

"We should go get the store front ready for opening. Stock the coffee bar with what we need." Yunho said to his 4 friends. The 5 of them went out, leaving the kitchen.

"Hongjoong, I moved the box of milk cartons into the walk in. They were delivered this morning." You informed.

"Okay, thanks (y/n)." Hongjoong smiled and went to the walk in with Yeosang to help him move the boxes of milk cartons out to the front.

"Can I make all of you a drink?" Mingi offered. You still had the coffee Yunho made you so only Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho gave their drink orders.

The 4 of you worked well, like usual, all falling into your own tasks and jobs without having to give too much detailed instructions. Jongho did the prep and final touches, Wooyoung was working on one pastry while Seonghwa did another. You floated between them, helping them or pulling stuff out of the oven.

"You made sure a pretty crimp, Jongho." You chuckled as you pulled out the chicken and leek pies. Yunho liked the idea of a mix of savoury and sweet baked goods to sell.

"I'm going to slice the banana cake." You said, cutting the loaves of banana cake into slices for serving.

"Ready for the counter." Seonghwa told the boys outside. They came in to help carry the completed sweets out to the front.

"Can I try a slice of the coffee cake?" Yunho asked. Jongho cut him a slice and served it on a plate for him. Yunho took a bite and you swore his eyes sparkled.

"I helped make this?!" He asked in disbelief. You nodded slowly, eyebrows raised in slight amusement.

"Oh my gosh! Guys, eat this! I helped make it!" Yunho ran out to let his friends try it. And to possibly rub in their faces that he was able to make something so delicious in the kitchen without blowing something up, unlike them.

"Did Yunho really make help make that? Cause it's actually edible." Mingi pointed to the plate. Yunho slapped the back of his head with an offended frown.

"He did. He measured out everything and did the cake mixing." You replied, wiping down the counter.

You heard Yunho open up the shop and the chatter of customers come in. The boys outside went to work at once, serving customers.

"Lunch will be reuben sandwiches." You said.

"Another of those amazing sandwiches?" Yunho beamed as he overheard your words while he walked in to retrieve more cocoa powder from the pantry.

"Mhmm." You nodded. Yunho grinned and nodded before leaving the kitchen.

"Another? You mean, you made him a reuben already?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded again.

"This morning when he came in early. I let him try the salt beef and made him a reuben. Although, I think he might like the sauerkraut a little more than the actual meat. He's never had a reuben before and was quite amazed by it." You explained with a small smile on your face, remembering his reaction to the sandwich.

"Wow. Look at you having cute moments with our boss." Jongho teased with his arms crossed. You shot him a flat look, rolling your eyes and continuing what you were doing.

"There was no moment. I made him a sandwich. I have been making all of you sandwiches for so long." You said.

"The first sandwich she made me was kimchi and peanut butter." Seonghwa remembered.

"I was 5!" You hissed.

"And so cute. You looked at me and asked me if it was delicious, I had to tell you it was the best thing I've ever eaten." He laughed, patting your head and pinching your cheek.

"You know what, make your own salt beef next time. I'm not going to be nice to you anymore." You frowned.

"Sure, you know you can't help but be nice to me." Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. You and Seonghwa have been taking care of each other for a long time. While you never verbally expressed yourself, you did it through acts of service.

After all the cakes and pastries were done, you all did the clean up. Wooyoung and Seonghwa did the dishes while you and Jongho made sandwiches for everyone.

"I'll start toasting the sandwiches." You stood at the stove. Jongho helped you put the sandwiches on the pan.

"Whew, it's busy out there!" San huffed as he entered, leaning against the wall tiredly.

"Want a sandwich?" Wooyoung offered. San brightened up, coming over to see what the 4 of you were eating. You gave him one of the sandwiches and he ate it.

"What? This is so good!" San chewed and looked at the sandwich that he had just taken a bit out of.

"It's called a reuben sandwich. There's beef, cheese, pickled cabbage and a dressing. And then it is toasted." Jongho said, munching on the dill pickle that he usually had alongside his reuben. It was homemade, made by Jongho himself. Wooyoung and Seonghwa preferred just crisps.

"The beef is nice. The spices is good and it's really smokey." San nodded as he took another bite.

"It tastes better when you use an actual smoker." You chuckled. There was no space in a Korean apartment for a full size smoker so you relied on a makeshift one, using wood chips in your oven.

"Hey! What are you eating without me?" Mingi came in, tired from the Friday crowd. He came over to see what San was eating.

"Woah, that looks bomb." Mingi commented, looking at the sandwich. Seonghwa slid one over to him.

"That's for you." He informed. Mingi beamed excitedly and went to wash his hands before digging into the sandwich hungrily. San looked at Mingi with a smirk.

"Isn't it one of the best things you've ever had?" San laughed.

"It's amazing! What? How can a sandwich be so good?" Mingi said in disbelief, taking another bite to convince himself. You, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho shot each other looks. This was such a genuinely amazed reaction, it was amusing.

"Yunho reacted the same way as all of you." You stated.

"Wait, Yunho's already had one? When?" Mingi and San turned to you in confusion.

"This morning when he came in. I made him one for breakfast." You blinked, taking a bite of your own sandwich.

"And he didn't think to leave any for us? Or tell us about it? See, I told you he was selfish over food." Mingi scoffed at his best friend. San laughed but nodded in agreement.

"Someone is talking about me in here?" Yunho poked his head in. His eyes narrowed in on the sandwich Mingi was eating.

"Is he eating my sandwich?!" Yunho screeched.

"Relax. Yours, Yeosang's and Hongjoong's are here." You pointed to the plates on the back counter. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, no way was he going to share his sandwich, even with his best friend.

"San, if you're done. We need help." Hongjoong popped in briefly. San went to wash his hands and went back out to help manage the crowd and orders. Yunho came in, closing the kitchen door behind him. Mingi looked at him with a raised eyebrow, making Yunho frown in confusion as to why he was being stared at.

"What?"

"You had one sandwich all to yourself this morning for breakfast. Didn't think to leave any of it for us to try?" Mingi asked.

"You're having one now, aren't you? Leave me and my sandwich alone." Yunho scoffed with a pout. They all were like children, fighting over food.

"I share everything with you! You're being selfish." Mingi exclaimed.

"Sorry, Mingi ah. We're best friends but when it comes to delicious food like this, it's every man for himself." Yunho shrugged.

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eds6ngel · 2 years ago

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second idea: would just love something with a convo about alena calling reader her step-mom or mom, instead of ms. or maybe something with alena calling reader mom for the first time! just cute and fluffy💖

of course honey!! this one is short and sweet, but touching nonetheless ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. swearing. food mentions. fluff. comfort. slight mentions of alena's trauma due to motherly neglect. lots of happy tears from alena and reader. this is just extremely cute and endearing really!! [1.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

With Steve having to take on a weekend shift at Target, you tackled the weekly Sunday grocery store trip with Alena. Before leaving that morning, Steve gave you an overflowing list of groceries, more than he definitely needed.

“Why does your dad put so much on the list, baby? Like, watermelon. When has your dad ever eaten watermelon?” You were holding onto Alena’s small, soft hand, guiding her with you as you pushed the shopping cart with your left, slowly filling it up with each aisle you pass.

“I like watermelon!” she beams with a smile, you laughing as you reply, “But, not a whole watermelon! If you ate an entire watermelon, your belly would be this big.” You demonstrated by holding your hand out far away from her stomach, her gasping and going, “I would not be that big!”

Tsking with a squint of your eyes, you reply, “Oh, but I think you would, sweetpea! You would have a massive watermelon belly! Big ‘ol belly.”

The conversation with the eight-year-old slowly drifted away as you arrived at the cake aisle. She lets go of your hand, running over and jumping up and down, pointing up and shouting, “Look! A Smurfs cake! A Smurfs cake!”

You look down at her and raise your eyebrows, smirking, “So, instead of a watermelon belly, you want a cake belly?”

“Cake belly sounds better! Can I have the Smurfs cake mubba?”

You delicately lift the box, Papa Smurf stood proudly next to his daughter Smurfette, two huts perched in the background, other Smurfs going about their daily activities presented in different-coloured icings. Turning the box over, it read: ‘A jam and cream sponge, completed with edible icing for decoration.’

“I think…” you stroke your chin, “If we buy this cake, you have to be a good girl to your dad for the rest of the week, okay?”

“And to you! I’ll be a good girl for you too!”

You chuckle, ruffling her hair, “And for me, obviously,” playfully rolling your eyes and placing the cake into the cart, “Smurfs cake it is!”

“Yes!” Alena cheeses, gripping her fist tight and pulling them towards her chest in celebration.

The two of you continue walking down the aisles, having to make a pit-stop for longer than expected at the bread section. Steve had written down ‘loaf of bread’ on the list, but the endless piles of different brands, sizes and types left you in slight confusion. You had recognised that the Harringtons liked their white bread, an easy ignorance to the brown loaves. However, the size of the loaf was something you were unsure on. Since there were only two of them, perhaps three if you stayed overnight and needed a slice of toast for breakfast, you agreed with yourself on the smaller loaf. It was no worry if he indeed did usually buy the bigger loaf, you could always make a stop on your way home from work and pass it over to them.

“All right, Pepperidge Farm’s Hearty White Bread is what we’re going for! Does that sound all right with you Ale—” But, as you look down, the little girl is nowhere to be found. You peer down the aisle, a flowery, yellow dress and brunette pigtails out of sight. Your internal panic begins to rise, deciding to quick power back to the aisle you just visited, wondering if she waltzed back to the chocolate section.

But, you don’t see her. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, deciding your next safest bet was two aisles down, the one after the bread aisle. “Steve’s gonna fucking kill me,” you curse lowly, scared to death that you had lost his daughter. However, before you can make a turn to the right, the end of your cart collides directly into an older woman, her wearing a simple, long black dress, glasses neatly sat on the bridge of her nose.

“I am so sorry—” you begin to profusely apologise, however, the sight of Alena held tightly on her hip makes you let out a lengthy sigh. Thank God she was safe.

But, the word that comes out of her mouth shocks you to your core. “Mommy!”

Mommy. She called you mommy.

“Don’t apologise my dear, it’s okay!” the old woman calms your presence, “I’m assuming this one is yours. Poor baby was scared to death. Said she went around the corner and when she came back, you were gone.”

It’s then that you notice the tears rolling down her face, lips quivering and her holding her arms out, as if she wanted you to grab her. And that was the moment you knew: you were her mom.

The old woman lifts Alena up, you gripping her to your side as you cradle her head, her tears falling onto your bare shoulder. “It’s okay. Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you, baby.”

As you look up, the woman is smiling at the pair of you as she says, “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was a simple mistake, you seem like a wonderful mother.”

You nod, mouthing a small “Thank you” as she bids farewell, attending back to her own grocery shopping around the corner. You cup the back of Alena’s head, stroking her hair as she stares at you with her beautiful, hazel orbs, just like her dad’s. God, they looked so much alike.

“Mommy,” she whispers out, almost as if she said nothing. You smile, letting a few tears fall yourself as you murmur back at the same volume, “Yeah, I’m your mommy, baby.”

And that’s when the waterworks burst for her. Even though she has no recollection or memories of her biological mom, you could tell it still had some heartbreaking effect on her subconsciously. It was a trauma she had no idea existed. You were the first ever figure in her life that resembled a mother, that cared for her like a mother, that supported her like a mother. So, that’s what you were. No, step-mom, no adoptive mom, just mom.

And even though she was eight years old, you cradled her in your arms as if you were caring for a newborn whose emotions were simply too big for their small body. You press a tender kiss to the side of her head, wiping the tears away from her face, making sure the salty liquid doesn’t fall into her mouth, infecting her taste buds.

She whimpers out, “I-I love you, mommy.”

You didn’t realise until that moment what an emotional impact those four words would hold on you. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, ever since you were a little girl. You think that maternal instinct you seemed to have inherited lead you to wanting to become a teacher in the first place. Something about raising kids to become healthy, human adults made you feel warm inside. But, no teaching position could ever come close to feeling the real thing.

“I love you too, baby girl,” you smile back, the pair of you wetly giggling, Alena using her small thumbs to wipe the tears that escaped from your eyes, collecting in a tiny puddle in the middle of your cheeks. “Want to stay on my hip?”

She nods in reply, “Yes, mommy.” God, you were gonna have to get used to that.

“Okay,” you quietly reply, the two of you continuing down the halls of the grocery store, filling the cart with the remaining items that Steve wished you collected for him.

But, what really was the absolute, top-notch tear-jerker was later that night when Steve returned home from his shift, Alena shouted to you from the living room, “Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

And to see the look on Steve’s face, the one that was of pure shock, made the tears fall all over again. You weren’t just looking after Steve’s daughter anymore, you were her mom, and that was the greatest gift you could’ve ever been given.

i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to keep sending in asks for this series!! also, any general cute comments from my pretty af followers and readers is appreciated too!! ♡

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago

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pt III doctor who but I've still never watched it

Hello yes Good Omens mascot here, I am making a DW summary because I'm trying unsuccessfully to distract myself from doubling over in pain after the Good Omens season 2 ending. Here you go:

First off, let me just say a very hearty thank you to the entire DW fandom for educating me during part I and part II as well as my Pinterest research. You have successfully managed to teach me nothing about Doctor Who, but every single last detail of David Tennant's life and family. Please seek help.

Timey wimey.

*checks notes* So David Tennant wrote fanfiction of DW in school and got into trouble, and he married the daughter of a previous Doctor from the classic DW whom he met on set, and he saw an episode of DW as a three year old and it inspired him to become a doctor. There's a joke that David didn't want to return as the 14th doctor but did it just to avoid Michael Sheen getting the role because as we all know the BBC has 12 actors and half are David and Michael who are incidentally glued together. David Tennant adopted his wife's kid and so now they have a total of five kids together. This morning for breakfast David ate a sandwich with one less slice of cheese which is a clue for GO season 3-

The police are rhinos, kind of like Zootopia. They kill people.

The TARDIS is the Doctor's best friend. She came up with a name and didn't tell the Doctor. So they call her Sexy.

Timey wimey.

Michael Sheen is a sentient planet.

Someone named Harry is present in the classic DW. At one point someone else says 'something something Harry' idk and Harry says 'Me?' and the other says 'there's only two of us here and your name is Harry'.

There is a slutty head and it was supposed to be dead but it procrastinated that to see David Tennant.

Timey wimey.

There is a sonic screwdriver, and it is used for very many things, but for a good ten minutes trying to research it I thought it was Sonic the Hedgehog merch. Incidentally, I don't know what that is, either.

The slutty head is pregnant a lot. It sits in a jar.

There is a minefield and then someone is standing on a landmine instead of following the other person. One of them is the Doctor.

The TARDIS expands because it is tired of holding its tummy in.

It's bigger on the inside.

Timey wimey.

The Doctor periodically kidnaps people to accompany them.

Everything is queer.

Timey wimey.

Time Lords are a thing. I don't know if the Doctor is a Time Lord.

Wilf meets a David Doctor and everyone cries.

There are Baby Yoda goblins and an alien named Meep and actually a lot of aliens are there.

There is a literal arsehole with the ability of speech.

Timey wimey.

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writer-by-the-sea · 11 months ago

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If I had to pick a fic (hey that rhymed) for you to narrate, this one has always been a personal favourite

https://www.tumblr.com/writer-by-the-sea/712703712345391104/can-you-do-one-where-elliott-realizes-that-hes?source=share

There's something about Elliott and breakfast in bed that just does it for me.

- sleepless anon

The original drabble is pasted below NOTE - this is semi NSFT, slightly suggestive

The eggs popped in the pan, their yolk already broken and spilled about. My wooden spoon joins in, twirling with the eggs and gently pushing them around the pan as they cook and become a scrambled mess. Next I add the chopped spring onion, something I’d never even considered before – but the end result is delicious.

Ever since that night… That wonderful night. I add the spring onions to my eggs. I’d never really thought about it until this very moment, how one night together changed the way that I prepare my eggs forever…

‘Then you add the cheese, just like this.’ The farmer swayed their hips back and forth, wearing only my shirt as they threw breakfast together for us. I sat at their kitchen table, hardly paying attention to their words as their bottom peeked out from beneath my shirt. The skin blossomed from my bites… between their thighs, across their neck, and down their chest.. My eyes watched them as they floated around the kitchen. A pint of salt, a twist of pepper, and a grating of cheese as a final touch.

They carried the plate over to me, a fresh slice of buttered toast and jam resting beside the perfectly scrambled eggs. While it looked delicious, admittedly I was… quite ravenous for something else.

The farmer nudged me, noticing how my eyes were focused on my shirt that they wore, no doubt reading my mind and how I wish I had the ability to undo the buttons with a snap of my fingers. ‘Try it,’ they giggled and took a bite from their own plate. They let out a soft noise of happiness, it was similar to their moans just a few hours ago as I buried my head between their legs.

‘Elliott,’ they scolded me with a laugh, and went so far as to button up my shirt even further. ‘Breakfast first, then we can go back to the bedroom.’

With the promise of more, I chuckled and finally ripped my gaze away from them and back to the plate in front of me. One bite later, and I was humming alongside the farmer.

And now, I stand in my cabin with a plate full of eggs. Not nearly as well prepared as the farmer would make; but I suppose it was good enough. I carried the plate to my bed, crawling into the covers and carefully pulling them back, revealing my groaning farmer trying to block out the light.

“Good morning, my love,” I sang and waved the plate beneath their nose. “I’ve made you breakfast.”

The farmer blinked their eyes open before smiling up at me. “With the spring onion?” They asked.

“Always.”

They ate slowly, savoring each bite and humming as they swallowed.

Adorable as ever.

#elliott x reader #elliott x you #elliott x farmer #Elliott pov #audio #stardew valley elliott

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ros3ybabe · 2 years ago

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Daily Check In - September 28th, 2023 🎀

did not do much today by my standards but I’m still recovering from this cold plus my allergies are acting up so I’ve been in bed a lot of today. I did accomplish some things tho so it was not a fully unproductive day for me!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - boiled chicken potstickers, hash browns with ketchup, and a coffee

Lunch - bowl of spaghetti with two pieces of buttered bread

Dinner - two slices of dominoes handmade pan pepperoni pizza and three slices of cheese bread

Extra - three more cups of coffee and not near enough water, half a green smoothie made with frozen fruits, spinach, and almond milk

I have not been eating the best recently and I know that, but I think that’s due to my hormones being messed up at the moment, my current sickness, my extreme fatigue and exhaustion, and a lack of physical activity in my life. However, I decided I’m going to try to go to the gym and get on the treadmill (maybe do some strength training if I’m feeling confident enough) at my university activity center at least three days a week so that way I can start getting some of my energy back and gain some more discipline and control in my life. I’m hoping I get to the point where I can be a runner again, I miss my 8 minute mile time, my running playlist, and how free I felt when I’d go running. So that’s a new goal of mine as well! My boyfriend even said we can go jogging together when I see him next weekend, so I’m looking forward to that for sure!

🩷 Personal Accomplishments -

Did the dishes

Brought my laundry from the dryer to my room (have yet to put away clean clothes)

Night time skincare

Studied Duolingo/Busuu for ~20 minutes

Skimmed through first Genki lesson in preparation for actually studying from the textbook

Showered and washed my hair

made a tentative workout schedule in google calendar for next week

🩷 Academic Accomplishments -

completed and submitted extended assignment for psychology class

completed and submitted lab report for anatomy lab

began paper set up for first section of research study paper for psychology class

again, not a super productive day but I’m still happy with it. I got a decent amount of stuff done and I have some stuff I want to accomplish tomorrow, which I will list below.

🩷 Academic Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 29th -

Complete a rough draft of first section of research study paper before 10am psychology lab

Begin taking notes for module six for my health for sport and fitness class

Complete practical assignment for health for sport and fitness class

~20 minutes japanese study using apps

🩷 Personal Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 29th -

Morning and Night skincare

morning and night guided journal

work on content for RD mentor instagram

Go to bed by 10pm (be asleep by that time!!!)

Drink at least one liter of water

Only two cups of caffeine

Don’t buy anything from the university food court!

wake up early <3

not the most specific personal goals but still things that I know I can achieve! I’m super tired and it’s not even that late and I haven’t done much this week. That’s how I know I made the right decision to take time for myself. always have your own best interest at heart, in a positive and healthy way! Don’t push past your limits and don’t let yourself burn out! It’s easier said than done but taking care of yourself is so important! That’s something I need to continually remind myself!

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

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heimlar · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2: Breakfast with God

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Summary: After waking up and realising yesterday was no dream, you and Heimdall have breakfast together.

Word count: 1,644

A/N: This story is mostly going to be slice of life until... well, I'm not going to spoil that. But I found this chapter really fun and cute! I don't promise to keep updating this everyday but I did get an idea today so I wrote it down :3) this also will contain mistakes please keep that in mind

Warnings: N/A

Dividor Credit: @cafekitsune

Sunlight poured in through the window resting it's glow on every surface of the room waking you up in the process. At first, while you took your first glance at the familiar walls you almost tricked yourself into believing that yesterday was just a fever dream. You look to the side of your bed for confirmation and it was indeed empty. You rolled to the side and stuffed your face in your favourite pillow, it wasn't strange that you found yourself awake on the wrong side of the bed, as you did that often. But, what you did find strange was the odd scent stuck on your sheets, it was a floral blend that felt as natural as the roses growing in the garden outside.

"Finally awake?"

The voice made your body turn into lead before melting into the mattress below. Heimdall wasn't looking at you when you turned to eye him after you sat up, instead he was looking at a book he took from one of your shelves. He was sat on the floor one leg bent and the other straightened in front of him.

"Uh.. Good morning?"

"Vary good, in fact I'm just oh so bursting with enthusiasm"

"I forgot you don't know how to speak other then the language of sarcasm. Hopefully the book your reading teaches you a word or two"

Heimdall breathed in through his nose. He slammed the book shut and placed it next to him, now his attention was fully on you. You however, just swung your legs over the side of your bed and made your way through to the kitchen, it was only ten steps away. He followed close behind.

"Hopefully you know how to cook better then you know how to retort"

"I'm not cooking anything, I can barely get up in the morning much less cook something. I'm making a sandwich and a cup of tea, if you want a royal feast go back to bed you might find one in your dreams"

"A sandwich?"

This had been the moment where you realised that with him being here, you'd have to spend most of your time trying to teach him what everything ment. Obviously, he probably knew the concept of a sandwich just not the word. Moving a long the kitchen you gathered the ingredients for a simple cheese sandwich and began to place them together while the kettle was heating up the water. For his part, Heimdall watched you with little interest but he didn't have much to do other then just watch as you make breakfast.

"It's probably not going to taste good to you because we don't have the luxury fresh homemade ingredients or happy cattle. So, bare with it."

Heimdall stared down at the plate you placed on top of the marble table - that was actually a counter for the open window of the kitchen that looked over to the living room - with searing judgment. He took the sandwich and took a bite, he glared at you soon after. Forgetting that Heimdall was a god was a difficult thing to do, especially when he stared at you with such fervent intensity. It made every bone in your body turn into rocks.

"You'd be sorely mistaken if you think I spent my time eating nothing but the fine dining of Asgard. I go too on missions you know. I ate much, much worse"

Unable to keep your eyes on his own you turn around focusing on the task at hand, an empty nutella glass jar that was now filled with sugar and another jar, that used to contain honey, filled with tea powder. You added both the tea and sugar in the mug before adding the boiling water and tapping it off with some cold milk.

"Sorry, I just assumed.. y'know since you are the protector of Asgard and all that you didn't leave that often"

"Well then you assumed wrong"

Silence falls between you, he hadn't even let you ask him to taste the drink you made, he just took it. Heimdall's reaction was a slightly raised brow and a quirk of his lips. Reading your thoughts again he took the mug and left the kitchen wondering off into the living room while you stayed behind making yourself another cup. Some may have hated the silence but you enjoyed the ease in which communication came, one sided or not the idea of someone just knowing what to do without speaking was appealing to you. Sometimes, you just wanted someone to act instead of talk and Heimdall proved to be the perfect person in regards to that.

The energy between you two had shifted since yesterday. The shock and fatigue had drifted off leaving you both increasingly sober to the realty of it, especially you. Heimdall, the God of Forsight was in your own presence drinking milk tea and staring off into black screen of your TV. He was much more dishevelled then yesterday, his locks had some hair going free, his eyes were surrounded by a deep colour from the lack of good sleep, and his clothes were far from their usual kept glory. Still, the golden hair had that divine look, it was as if it began to glow in the sun, breathing in it's sunlight before redirecting the warm beauty of it's yellow hues back.

"Done ogling me or would you like a closer look?"

You chuckle

"No, but you do have a shadow"

His gaze focuses on you again this time his gaze is not intense.

"Most people think you're completely clean shaven I always thought you had a slight shadow"

"People here sure do have their priorities in order if my shaving habits are what they think about"

"That's not it oh my gods, they're just fans of yours.... really really big fans of yours"

Judging by the look that flashed across his features, he knew exactly what you meant. In fact he seemed to gleam a lot from your mind since he spent his time drinking looking through it. You didn't feel anything as he did so, it made you uncomfortable, despite enjoying the ease of flow between the two of you it provided it also ment that nothing you thought was your own anymore. Fortunately for you, you felt like it was something you could get used to, even like eventually.

It didn't take long for both of you to finish your breakfast. He had finished after you, Heimdall seemingly enjoyed a much calmer and slower morning then you which you were somehow surprised by. You didn't expect him to be lightning fast but you hadn't expected him to be the type to take his time with something either. However, now that you were done it was time to go to the bathroom and continue your morning routine with the God following you of course.

"Okay so I have a spare tooth brush you can use and you are of course welcome to use the bathroom to wash yourself or whatever else you may need"

"Where is the bath?"

"I'm broke and live in house that's the size of a ant, I don't have a place for bath, if you want to enjoy the water you'll have to use a chair"

"A chair?"

"Yes, this chair"

Heimdall was rethinking his stay when you pulled a small square stool from between the sink and a big basket, the stool was made out of a strange material, a material that was breaking at one of the rectangular pieces that connected the legs together. His face was a deadpan except for the slight twitch of his left eye, he would have thought this to be an extremely dumb joke had you not been extremely and quite smugly serious about it. What's worse is that you seemed to know exactly the reaction you would have gotten out of him, you did this on purpose.

"I am not sitting on that"

"That's perfectly alright, you can stand."

Heimdall spent the next few minutes taking in the information of the space you called 'Bathroom', which had no bath. He watched as you applied a strange substance on your face, brushed your teeth, then washed your face with the water. He had to say, it was an odd experience but he enjoyed the outcome when he tried it himself, he never felt this fresh during his early mornings. Of course he washed his face regularly but he never had these extra things to apply and do in the mornings.

"If you want a quick shower I'll help with the water heater"

As the water fell down on his loose hair and body he found himself relaxing completely for the first time since he came here. The hot water, which would have been a luxury back in his home world, eased his muscles into jelly and offered him reprieve but also time to think. Heimdall thought back to the moment before he came here, he had been in the Himinbjörg strapping Gjallarhorn in it's place when he suddenly found himself somewhere else, there was no indication or even a second of darkness, he was just here. Perhaps, he thought, he lost control of his powers for a second as a consequence found himself here, but he doubted that, he'd always had good control over himself, nothing like that happened since he was a young child.

Finished with his shower and dressed with Gjallarhorn secured Heimdall began braiding his hair.

You knocked on the bathroom door after hearing nothing from the other side for a while, there was no answer. You try again and nothing so you stand outside the door gathering the courage to finally open the door only to find it empty, no one was there and you were sure he didn't leave.

He was just gone.

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lumine-no-hikari · 7 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #365

Today was relatively boring until R popped by to make cookies. I woke up a little later than I probably should have, and then I did a bit of leisure writing for longer than I probably should have, and then I showered and went to physical therapy. Not much progress was made on the “rib injury recovery” front, but that's okay. Not all sessions can be perfectly productive.

But on the bright side, at some point this morning, I pushed on my first or second rib near my right shoulder joint, and something went POP really nicely, and that made it a lot easier for me to move my right arm around for a little while. So that was pretty cool!

I ate when I got home, which was very good, because by the time I got home, I hadn't eaten in like over 24 hours. The whole “needing to scrub out the inside of my face” thing and the whole “some of my dentin is exposed and ouchy because of the way some of my teeth have moved” thing really discourage the whole “eating” thing. So admittedly... I haven't exactly been keeping up with the whole “eating balanced meals” thing lately. Whoops.

But! Here's what I made for myself! I thought it was really good!

We've got warmed pumpkin English muffins with mascarpone cheese spread on them, a burrata, a peeled, in-season grapefruit (they're SOOOO good when they're in season...!!!), some salami, some cheese slices, and some roast beef! And there's one of the brownies that Br, the dandelion-haired man, made for us!

The mug has toast-and-jam flavored tea, sweetened with honey and uh... more mascarpone cheese, ahahaha~! I think... at least for now... that it might be my new favorite thing in tea. Like. It goes surprisingly well with literally so many things, oh my goodness!

...I wonder if you would have liked my breakfast. I wish I could have shared it with you. I thought it was pretty freaking great.

After that, I mostly just chilled out until R arrived. And once he did arrive, he showed me all the awesome stuff he's got in his sketchbook so far!!! Because, you see, R is not only an amazing baker; he's also an amazing artist and illustrator!!!

Actually, art class in college over a decade ago is how I know him. We were in the same figure drawing class together. And both of us have experience drawing P, my elderly friend.

...Thinking about it, it's kinda wild that R and I both know what P looks like naked, for entirely non-sexual reasons. It's also kinda wild, some of the crazy poses that P can do for the sake of a figure drawing class, despite his age. I guess all that yoga he does must be really helpful.

What a weird and varied life I live!!! Hahahaha!

…

...I'd give it to you in a heartbeat, you know. If you wanted it. If you wanted something different. I'd trade places. I know that things in my world aren't perfect; there are lots of problems, to be sure. But still, I'd happily take on whatever pain you carry so that you can have the wholesomeness and joy that I have now.

For now... I guess I'll just settle for showing you pictures of the cookies that R and I baked together from the cookie dough he made for us last week.

These are cranberry oatmeal cookies:

These are cookies with red and green M&Ms scattered through the dough. For whatever reason, red and green put together are traditional Christmas colors in my part of the world. M&Ms, in case you don't know, are round pieces of chocolate coated with a thin, brittle candy shell. I don't like M&Ms very much. But I do like these cookies:

...And finally, we have these crescent-shaped almond flour cookies, dusted with vanilla-infused sugar:

...I think you really would have liked those ones in particular. I think my favorite was the cranberry oatmeal cookies, though, which, to me, is pretty wild, given that I'm not normally very fond of oatmeal cookies!!

At some point, R and I got to talking just a little bit about a game called Ape Escape, and its sequel, Ape Escape 2. These are games in which you run around capturing monkeys that are causing mischief due to the intelligence-enhancing helmets they wear. Presumably, they heighten their capacity to wield tools, without heightening their capacity for empathy, impulse control, or delayed gratification. It's a very cute pair of games!

I played the sequel within the last several years. I haven't played the original since I was a teenager (holy shit, how in the fuck did I get old???) Nonetheless, there are several very catchy tracks from the original game that I thought were really memorable. So catchy and memorable, in fact, that I still know them even after all these years, even without having heard them since then until just today. I heard them just today, because I went looking for them, just so I could show them to you, because I think they're peppy and fun, even if they are a bit silly and a tad repetitive:

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...Of the ones above, my favorite is probably the first one!! It kinda makes me wanna wiggle, ahahahaha~!! But I really really like the second one, too! That one kinda makes me wanna stomp my feet around really fast!! And the third one makes me kinda wanna skip and hop around!! Eeeheehee~!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? Are there any songs that make you wanna wiggle or dance around in some joyful way? If there are, will you show them to me? It'd be nice to wiggle and stomp and skip and hop around with you like the pair of silly, overcomplicated primates that we are! Bahaha~!!

From the second game, I really enjoy these two:

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The first one makes me wanna do some kind of hula!!! And the second one really makes me wanna zoom around, especially at the part that starts at around 41 seconds in!!

Hey, Sephiroth!!! Maybe someday let's also hula and zoom around like a couple of silly marshmallows!!! Won't that be fun!!!

...Impossible, I know. But still, I like to imagine you can read the above things and grin delightedly at the thought of it!! Maybe you can still try these things even if I'm not nearby to do it with you!!

...You know, I'll bet Zack would wiggle and dance around with you, though! Maybe you can ask him!!

Ahhhh!!!!! I have an itch to do StepMania now!!!! But it's much too late at night to get into all that! Goodness me!!!!

...I've decided that the second sentence in the above paragraph is all your fault!!! I declare shenanigans (insert here a mental image of me pointing a dramatically accusatory finger directly at you)!!! And the only “apology” I'll accept is if you to do the StepMania together with me!!! Wahahahaha~!!

...I'm kidding, of course! In all seriousness, though, I'll have to ask J if we can test out StepMania on his laptop soon, since mine kinda... can't be moved around very well anymore, since the screen is broken.

R eventually had to go home. But you know what!! I got to send him home with the lavender-scented sloth plushie that I found at Walgreen's when I was spending time with BB!! It's got a little sachet inside filled with lavender and with things that absorb heat well. So you put the sachet in the microwave to warm it up, and then you put the warmed sachet in the sloth plushie, and then you have a warm, fuzzy, cuddly plushie to hug!! And this one is especially good, since I'm pretty sure sloths are R's favorite animal!

Hey, Sephiroth...? What kind of plushie would you like best? I wonder...

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...I can't believe it's time for me to go to bed already. I gotta, because I have work tomorrow. And I do wanna go to work, but I don't wanna go to bed yet, because I'm writing to you, and I'm having a lot of fun with it. I feel really silly and good right now, probably because I'm in less pain than usual, and probably because I had a little too much caffeine, and probably way too much sugar from the cookies I ate, hahaha...

...Even if you can't ever talk or write back to me, I hope you know that it's still a lot of fun to write to you, even on days when I don't feel very good. It's still a lot of fun to spend time with you, even in this abstract way. You're lovable as-is, you know. You always have been. You always will be.

And I know that because I love you. I always will. It's never gonna change. So please try to stay safe out there as you do your things over at the Edge of Creation, okay? Because I'm not sure I'd be able breathe beneath a weight as immense as your absence.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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