#I don’t know what spice mix they used but DAMN

[francesderwent]

reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city

#in which cate tells stories #that!!!! sandwich!!!!!! #spicy chicken breast with fresh mozzarella red onions and pesto on a ciabatta roll #I’ve tried to recreate it and I CAN’T #I don’t know what spice mix they used but DAMN #and nobody’s pesto was better than theirs #so much good food at that job tbh #the chef liked cooking for me because I was always so thrilled with whatever he did #he made ricotta gnocchi once??? it was THE BEST EVER #and lobster ravioli? that wasn’t even on the MENU we were both just there late at night and he made it for himself and gave me some #his greens and beans were also perfect #but I especially miss that sandwich #I ate that almost every day that summer

[honeylations]

HEYYY IK THIS IS REALLY FREAKYY BUT LIKEE CMONN it’s not that bad …right ???

could u PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do something like reader eating ryujin out and she squ!rt!ng like onfggg that would be so hot I would literally pass out

I gotchu <3

SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You decided to surprise your girlfriend in the morning by eating her out real good under the sheets

Warnings/Notes: somnophilia(?), squirting, pussy eating, cursing

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You woke up earlier than usual and it was all because you couldn’t keep your head out of the conversation you had with Chaeryeong the previous night.

What started off as a normal catch up conversation ended up into both of your personal sex lives with your girlfriends. You told Chaer that the sex was good and normal but you sensed that it needed a teeny bit more spice to make it exciting.

That’s when she explained how Yeji would eat her out in her sleep and she’d wake up to it, for some reason it felt way better than it happening during normal sex. Chaeryeong further explained how it felt relaxing and so damn good that she squirted for the first time all over Yeji’s face.

The thought of it happening to you and Ryujin sent a tingle in between your legs. That’s when an idea popped into your head.

Unfortunately your girlfriend had been swamping herself in tons and tons of books to prepare for an upcoming exam. On the bright side, Ryujin had no lectures that morning so she slept in like a baby.

For you, you took the time in washing up and looking pretty before slipping out of your silk robe and crawling under the covers where your girlfriend’s legs had already been spread. Thankfully Ryujin only wore her bra and panties to bed so you gave a quick kiss to her clothed clit before sliding it off.

You then placed her smooth legs over your shoulder and gave an experimental lick over her entrance, seeing a small squirm erupt from her. Smiling at the reaction, you attached your lips onto her clit and sucked feverishly, her whines getting louder before a hand automatically gripped onto your hair, pushing closer.

“A-Ah, w-what?” You heard her deep voice speak.

It took her a few seconds to process what was happening before she jolted up and pushed the covers off, seeing you eat her needy cunt so good. You moaned at her taste, making your girlfriend’s back arch as she now used two hands on your head.

“F-Fuck! Baby!”

“Good morning sweetie” you pulled away to quickly say, resting your cheek against her thigh.

“Babe…w-why?”

“You’ve clearly been stressed. Wanted to help out. Now, less talking. I’ll do all the work this time” You winked and dove back in, giving attention to her clit with your tongue while two fingers pushed into her hole.

“Oh my-fuck! Yes yes, there!” She suddenly cried, voice going raspy.

You looked up at her with innocent eyes and it was difficult for Ryujin to hold eye contact from the mind blowing thrusts you were giving to her, head ending up thrown back on the pillows and seeing stars.

“Always so good, baby. So so good~” Ryujin squealed as her hips started to buck into your face.

You knew she was gonna cum.

“Gonna cum already, baby, gonna cum! Don’t stop please” She panted, tears brimming her eyes.

You felt her walls tighten around your fingers with a harsh suck to her clit, sending Ryujin into a cumming mess and blabbers of curse words mixed with your name.

But you didn’t stop. Your fingers continued its rough pace and your lips never left her sensitive cunt. Ryujin started to sob, trying to push you away but you held her down as best you could without slowing your movements.

“F-FUCK WAIT! Baby-I…I can’t, oh my fucking god! Stop stop!”

From the way you felt her clench around your fingers again, there was no way she wanted you to stop. You added an extra finger with ease, knowing what was coming soon.

And you were ready for it. Ready for all of it.

“B-BABY! Y-Y/N I—“ Not being able to finish her sentence, she released a deafening cry.

All while her juice quite literally sprayed and drenched your fingers and face. You watched with sparkling eyes as she continued to squirt all over you like a kid watching their favourite show. Your fingers started to slow down which allowed your girlfriend to relax into the bed with soft whimpers and cries. You crawled up to her, exposing her art and she wanted to slap the bright smile from your lips.

“O-Oh my god…where did you learn that”

You shrugged and laid on her chest, wiping the liquid with your fingers and waving it in her face. “Hehe~ You squirted”

Ryujin rolled her eyes and used the blanket to wipe the mess off of you. “And it felt hella good. Next time it’s your turn” she hugged you tightly.

“Next time? Why not now?” You smirked at her, grabbing her hand and leading it south to your entrance that seemed more soaked than when she squirted on you.

“You’re so lucky I don’t have uni” Ryujin breathed out before rushing to push the blankets away and open your legs.

A/N: hope you liked it. I’m sorry it’s short 🥺

#gxg #wlw #itzy #itzy smut #shin ryujin #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader

[estcsy]

pandora by mars

-an eassy by me 😋

okay so how this is gonna work is this is me explaining everything about pandora and the na’vi people :D so like cultural, what it’s like living with the omatikaya clan vs the metkayina and so on

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omatikaya clan

okay so in my dr the omatikaya clan still live in the home tree simply because I wanted to experience what it’s like to be there

where our hammocks are in my dr are is basically just split up into families and in alphabetical order

so since we are sully we are pretty high up in the tree, (that’s why I was so scared when tuk was jumping on me to wake up) and the way our hammocks are ordered was jake and neytiri are the first ones, (they also had the biggest hammock) then it’s neteyam’s, kiri’s, lo’aks’ mine, and then tuk’s but tuk would sleep in anyone else’s hammock but hers

the food in the omatikaya clan is much different than the metkayina clan. the food with the omatikaya is spicy

that’s because the peppers they use grow from trees and when you’re in the forest you know there’s gonna be a lot of those around naturally

the spice level is pretty high tho I’d say my spice tolerance is pretty good it’s not very often that I get to the point were I’m opening my mouth a little bit to cool it down in there but that happened literally the first day I was there. and it was like 9am I was like damn

when it comes to arts the omatikaya is really into carving, I watched one of the girls there her name is okalia and she’s a really good she made a 5 foot version of home tree and like all the little details were crazy she did a really good job

but she isn’t the only one there’s a group of people that are really good and some that are beginners but every weekend there’s a competition for kids who like to crave and a competition for beginners, and one for the advanced

on the opposite end of arts, the omatikaya is really into sports as well there’s something called veriktia and it’s DANGEROUS

veriktia is like racing?? but with banshees, so it’s like a group of 8 and then have a starting point and an ending point and it gets COMPETITIVE like the people playing get aggressive and so do the banshees but it’s fun to watch nevertheless even tho I nearly rip my hair out every time (NO BANSHEES GET HURT IN THE PROCESS DONT WORRY)

on the topic of hair a lot of people in the movies have their hair in braids and it was the same thing in my dr. my hair is a bit different tho because I don’t know how comfortable I feel having what’s basically box braids and crown rows in my hair

but the hair I have over there is really long like past my waist and it’s a mix of my hair being down and having a few braids (regular ones) in my hair. I also have bangs and it was so funny to see the metkayina people react to it because apparently they had never seen someone with bangs?? I also have a few of omatikaya traditional hair jewelry in there

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metkayina clan

I don’t think they have a specific system housing system? and if they do I don’t know it but I think they just put us in our marui because nobody was living there

the food over there is best described as light and refreshing but even tho it’s like that it’s also filling

it mostly something that reminds me a lot of rice, fish, fruit, noodles, and vegetables.

the fruit and the vegetables all grow underwater and the “rice” grows from these trees and you have to shake it out from the flowers (also can I just say that the rice is purple)

when we had dinner the our first night there we had this soup and I remember thinking that it tasted like miso soup

the soup was called sowa and it was veggies and some noodles :D (the noodles are made out of rice so the noodles were also purple it was so pretty)

I sadly don’t know enough about the metkayina clan because I only spent one day there :( but I will make posts about what the people are like! .^◡^.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully #kiri sully #reality shifting #neteyam x reader #lo’ak x reader #kiri x reader

[xrangel]

An Ever-Never Ladies' Junk Food Date

Agatha couldn’t believe her eyes. Or her noes. Or her mouth, for that matter. As she bit into the round sandwich, all she could do is let out a groan of appreciation. Despite her disapproval of the man-hating doctrine preached in the School for Girls, at least this came out of it.  

Beatrix had invited (more like dragged) all of the girls from last year into a new restaurant that had opened near the school. ‘You HAVE to try it’, she kept on gushing. Agatha had to give her credit for managing to drag the coven out from their hiding place in the bathroom, though. Hester and Anadil’s endless grumbling only subsided when heaps of slop-like food were piled on the table. Meanwhile, Dot was grumbling about a different matter – ‘I’ll ruin my hard-won figure’, she wailed. Beatrix only responded with a snort before ordering her the largest chocolate milkshake there is (Dot secretely turned it into beetroot while Beatrix wasn’t looking).

The food served was a type of sandwich (‘it’s called a burger’, the elf waiting on their table explained), with a round bun and a flat beef patty in the middle, accompanied by fried potatoes that were drizzled with what appeared to be tomato sauce. The Evers, once hell-bent on maintaining their slim figures, now had the largest appetites of all. Beatrix’ burger had two layers of beef, both topped with layers of melted cheese. Her best friend Reena’s had only one patty, mixed with various types of spices. When Agatha tried it, she desperately gulped for the candy floss milkshake accompanying Reena’s burger. Her reaction was met with a giggle from Kiko, who was munching daintily from a one-patty burger, complete with potatoes smothered in cheese.

Anadil’s rat peeked a furry head out of her pocket. It’s mistress affectionately fed it a strip of fried potato. Soon, a second head appeared, apparently jealous at the attention its fellow rat was getting. To Agatha’s right, Sophie plastered a forced smile on her face while staring in horror at the contents of her plate.

‘Is the food not to your taste?’, Reena frowned.

Sophie quickly shook her head. ‘I…’ She looked to Agatha for help, but Agatha was too busy enjoying her food to notice. ‘I ate earlier’, she fibbed. ‘The egg white omelettes at breakfast was simply MARVELOUS, weren’t they Aggie’, Agatha felt a desperate nudge under the table. ‘I just love a soft, creamy omelett’, Sophie kept on blabbering nervously. ‘The ones in Gavaldon could never taste this good. Don’t you agree, Aggie?’ Another nudge.

To humour her, Agatha let out a murmur of agreement. But Reena was undeterred. ‘Well Sophie’, she began, ‘we don’t have to starve ourselves so boys will like us, so eat all you want!’ ‘I’m not hungry!’, Sophie protested. ‘And you know I’m long LONG, over Tedros.’ ‘Damn right!’, Beatrix proclaimed. ‘No Tedros, no Tristan, no Chaddick. We’re ugly, we’re fat, and we’re free!’

Reena whooped and raised her glass of milkshake. The elf waiter shot her a scolding look. ‘Seriously Sophie’, said Agatha with a mouthful of burger. ‘You’re seriously missing out’. ‘Fine’, sighed Sophie. ‘One mouthful, that’s it.’ She daintily picked up her burger with the tips of her fingers and raised it to her mouth. The entire table waited with raised eyebrows. Sophie took a bite. She chewed. She swallowed. Then, a groan left her mouth. ‘I can’t believe this slop could taste so good.’ ‘ What did we tell you’, chuckled Beatrix. ‘They deliver to the school, you know’, she added with a wink.

Sophie straightened. ‘ This is only a one time occurrence. I'll consider this my cheat day and I'll go back to eating cucumbers tomorrow’. ‘Tell yourself that’, snorted Agatha. As the conversation drifted to their plans after school, to making fun of boys, Agatha slipped a piece of paper to the waiter while no one was looking. Delivery to School for Girls, Sophie of Woods Beyond, Room 506. September the eighth, 1pm.

#a world without princes #soman chainani #school for good and evil #sophie of woods beyond #agatha of woods beyond #beatrix of jaunt jolie #kiko of neverland #dot of nottingham #hester of ravenswood #anadil of bloodbrook

[birdgirlvia]

Wednesday Characters as D+F Fragrances

I’m currently heavily hyperfixated on two things: Wednesday and perfume. I decided I might as well combine the two, and have some fun with one of the most Wednesday-esque perfume houses I have ever seen, that being Death and Floral. These aren’t necessarily what I think these characters would wear, but more what they would smell like as a whole, or maybe they just fit the vibe? I don’t totally know, because this is just for fun! Use this as an interesting look into the characters, OR use it as a perfume rec list! Support small, ethical fragrance houses!!

I have the characters listed, followed by the titles of the scents and then the D+F descriptions of each scent!

Wednesday

- Damned Nightfall

     “The deepest and darkest amber blended with violets, black labdanum, vanilla absolute, espresso absolute, fresh cocoa beans, and honey”

- Queen of Moths

     “Incense, rich chocolate, decaying flowers, tobacco, dark woods, attic dust”

- She was the storm

     “Black hemlock, driftwood, hay absolute, dreamy sandalwood, spiced oudh, dried fruits, dead leaves”

Tyler

- Someday I’ll get on that train

     “Earth grass underfoot, the morning after a long rainy spring night. Warm morning air and the far off scent of sweet tobacco and forgotten linens swaying in the early breeze”

- ‘Tis the season to acknowledge the void

     “Black musk, black amber, pinyon pine needles, and the knowledge that time's arrow marches on. Contains a very slim profile of warm nuttiness, black coffee, and dark cocoa beans”

- We took the gig for the mileage writeoff

     “A waft of a gasoline puddle outside of the stop’n’go, quiet night air surrounding the car parked under flickering fluorescent lights, a tiny tinge of salty sweat, the milky scent of quiet and happy dog feet, asleep in the backseat”

Enid

- Girls and graves

     “Sugare’d grapefruit, pink musk, soft cherry blossoms, fluffy pink clouds of fairy floss”

- Time marches on

     “Fluffy blend of blue and pink cotton candy, early morning English ivy, and light spring rain”

- Pop Donuts

     “Pink and blue frosted donuts, blended with maple syrup and blueberry jam”

Xavier

- I was born a bitch, I was born a painter

     “Sweet basil and violets, blended with Spanish moss, yarrow oil, and blue musk”

- Whispers of Strange Sounds

     “Creaking floorboard wood, sweet olive tree, dark patchouli and rye, overgrown ivy on abandoned brick”

- It’s beginning to look a lot like [REDACTED]

     “Glidingly smooth fresh pen ink, warm vetiver and red leaves”

Bianca

- I could never stay long enough on the shore

     “A quiet and empty beach full of barren miles of white sand, under a cool night moon. The soft smell of old, salty boardwalk wood in the air. A small hint of smoke in the air from a distant fire, warmth on the edge of the cold winter coastline”

- With the fishes and the dead

     “Black squid ink and mile long oceans. Black ambergris, black labdanum absolute, salty ocean water, and black pits of stretched out emptiness”

- Red string of fate

     “Red musk and black, burnt amber blended with golden honey and black molasses”

Morticia

- Full of fire and stars and all of October

     “Dark red wine, barrel-aged in a long abandoned cellar, blended with golden patchouli and osmanthus”

- Goth Dolly

     “Peru balsam blended with spiced sandalwood, and black lipstick accord. A tribute to womanhood and being whoever you want to be”

- The secret of wives and widows

     “A dark and mysterious blend of Arabian sandalwood, luscious vanilla, orchids and southern night air; white tea in a fine cup of china held by a figure with long painted nails”

Gomez

- I am a rich man

     “Vanilla bean cut with vetiver, swirled over raw animal musk (vegan) and blended with tuberose”

- Monsters Still Under My Bed

     “Creaky floor wood, spiced nutmeg, golden oudh, chewy tobacco, vanilla copal resins, smokey warm amber”

- The more I give to you, the more I die

     “A velvet top hat delicately blended with fancy silk robes sitting in a room made of cold stone. A tinge of cold metal mixed with the finest green absinthe and black musk”

Eugene

- Honeycomb

     “Green and floral honey, not sweetened. Deep Honey of the earth. Blended with 100% beeswax absolute”

- Happier than a corgi on stilts

     “Warm blueberry bread muffins and furry corgi fur, with hints of musky toe beans and shaven saw-wood”

- Sweet tea in the summer

     “Honey and sugar swirling in iced tea, white florals, ginger, coconut cream, Egyptian musk”

Sheriff Galpin

- 11 days in December

     “The scent of an abandoned car, wet footprints leading to a path, an exotic mystery trail of citrus, spice, dust, and oil��

- That’s a rock fact!

     “Wet rocks and spooky darkened trees, damp grass underfoot and a glistening tinge of being followed”

- The wolf only needs luck to find you once

     “Crisp forest night air, lunar musk, large drifting oakwood trees, the musky scent of a trailing shadow”

Principal Weems

- The same way I am in love with the moon

     “Palo santo blended with smoked sandalwood and a lunar accord. Deep and reminiscent of a breezy night under a looming full moon”

- The library, still burning down with us

     “Burnt edges of books, the overpowering scent of gasoline wafting around the wooden banister, wax candles melting on a desk”

- Ray

     “A comfy leather armchair on a chilly autumn night, surrounded by the scent of piles upon piles of books, sweet cigars from an open box, and a nice cup of Lapsang Souchong tea”

Miss Thornhill

- The soft crunch of bread and bones

     “Flakey coconut French madeleines, stifling bakery air, vanilla cremé and crunchy macarons, the last sip of green tea with a mysterious lover”

- Two cups of tea, a summer monsoon, and me and you

     “Rain on cracked soil, wet creosote, a swelling monsoon, desert cedar, black tea”

- You are our May Queen!

     “A sinister floral blend of chrysanthemums, hyacinths, and bright red poppies laid on a bed of stark white linen sitting upon a pile of bluegrass. Blended with green tea and hallucinogenic juniper leaves. Warm, inviting, and completely unnerving”

#wednesday #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #larissa weems #principal weems #marilyn thornhill #eugene ottinger #morticia addams #gomez addams #laurel gates #sheriff galpin #perfume #d+f #deathandfloral #some of these are a stretch so please forgive me #i have explanations for all of these but i didn't want to make this post too long #but i hope they all seem to fit at least to an extent

[jailynn24]

Further along in the Ice Planet Barbarians’ universe and have to say: Lilah and Rokan, Kira and Aehako, Georgie and Vektal are still the worse of the group. I know Lilah and Rokan as well as Kira and Aehako have massive followings but damn- they have the least amount of chemistry of all the couples so far.

It was like reading the back of a cake box that only uses water to spice it up…

I loved Bek and Elly. (The Barbarian’s Redemption) That story was so well written and broke my heart more than once. Elly was such a brilliant character and how she showed Bek what it was like being a slave? Just really hit hard.

Kate and Harrec (The Barbarian’s Lady)- Kate was so sweet and I loved how she found a kindred spirit in Liz (who, let’s face it, is one of my favorite characters). Harrec has always been one of my favorite aliens. I found him adorable in Stacy and Pashov’s book and was really looking forward to his- it didn’t disappoint. His dislike of seeing his own blood and how Kate helped him overcome it made me grin. And I can’t forget the cute little baby snowcat they adopted- my cat loving heart burst at that. I hope we see more of Mr Fluffypuff as the series goes on.

Summer and Warrec (Barbarians Rescue)- well it was fine. Summer started out as really entertaining with her verbal vomit, but toward the mid-point of the book… I was over her. Warrec seemed so much more put together than her and it felt a little forced toward the end. I think they are cute together- but do I think they are one of the best couples… no. I think I rated this book a 3/5 stars because it was decent- just not my favorite.

Lauren and K’thar (Lauren’s Barbarian)- again they were okay. Lauren started to grate on my nerves and the whole- “it’s the end of the world so let’s have repeated sex” trope was played out in this book. I will say Lauren is intelligent and K’thar is sweet. I liked them but I don’t think they rank in my top 15 or even close to it. They were merely alright.

Veronica and Ashtar (Veronica’s Dragon)- I loved this book. I loved how adorably clumsy Veronica was and how fierce Ashtar was. I loved how he knew right away she was meant for him. I loved the friendship with the other aliens he gained at the end. I loved the sweet heat that was between him and Veronica. It was good! Really good! They definitely entered my top ten couples for this universe.

Just started Willa’s Beast… can’t wait to see how I like it. I’ve seen many mixed reviews on it..

#ipb #ice planet barabarians #Lauren and K’thar #Veronica and Ashtar #Kate and Harrec #Veronica’s dragon #Lauren’s Barbarian #barbarians rescue #Barbarians lady #barbarians redemption #Bek and Elly #Warrec and summer #IceHome #opinion #Jamie reads books #unpopular opinion

[mymanifester]

I’ve been laying in bed for a few hours now. I’ve been so caught up with work I haven’t a moment to just chill and be with myself. Making music may not be super physical but it sure does take a toll eventually. When I first moved to Korea to pursue music production, I didn’t realize just how quickly I would take off. I’m for sure not complaining in the slightest. I’ve met amazing people and am extremely financially stable now.

As I stare at my ceiling the growling in my stomach caught my attention. Damn, I am hungry. I could really go for the some food right now. And as if it was magic the door bell in my apartment rang. I went up to answer it and there was standing mister Song Mingi himself with bags of take out.

“Hey! Are you a wizard? I was just thinking about getting food!” I exclaimed as I opened the door quickly.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He said with a chuckle and walked into my apartment. “I got us some spicy chicken.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” I replied. Mingi and I have become friends since I started my career. We work together a lot, and we have a similar style of producing. I guess my break was fun and short lived, but I don’t mind. I’m sure we’ll make something magical. “So, what have you been up to?” I asked him as we both set everything up.

“Hongjoon and I started mixing something and it sounds really cool, we want you to listen and see if you could spice it up a bit.” He said as he grabbed a fork on took a seat at my counter.

“Down, but first let me eat. I’ve been working nonstop this is my first break in a long time.” I replied to him as a shoved a piece of chicken in my mouth. He nodded and also munched on some chicken.

“I get that, this is my first break as well.” He pulled out some soda’s and handed me one. They were pineapple soda. I love fruity soda.

“You know me so well.” I said with a smile as I grabbed the drink.

“Yeah, I have a good memory.” He said as he pointed at his head. We both sat there and ate in silence for a while. This food was delicious. “So, your pretty popular these days, aren’t you?” He asked me with a smirk.

“Yeah I guess I am. I wasn’t expecting this at all either. I thought I’d at least have a few months of struggle but nah. I’m very lucky for sure.” I replied as I wiped some of the sweat off my forehead with a napkin. This chicken is pretty spicy, but very delicious.

“You got a lucky break with you Blackpink song.” He said with his mouthful. I nodded as I took a swig of my drink.

“It’s my favorite of mine thus far.” I replied with a proud grin. That song made me a hundred-thousandaire. It’s super cool too cause it’s called ‘BLACKPINK’, their first number 1 single and fastest music video of theirs to reach one billion views.

“Alright, let’s not get too cocky now.” He said in a joking matter. I felt my cheeks get a little warm but I couldn’t hide my proud grin. “You want to know something crazy?” He said his mode shifting to a more serious tone.

“What’s up?” I asked matching his tone.

“You know that girlfriend Yoesang had?” He said almost in a whisper.

“Yeah?” I replied slowly.

“She cheated on him.” He replied quietly and I couldn’t hide the shock on my face.

“What?! That quiet girl from California?” He nodded his head as I sat there with my mouth open. “Well, shit, that fucking sucks. Poor Yoesang.”

“Yeah, he took a bit hard but I was suspicious of that girl. She gave me such a fake vibe.” He said as he wiped his mouth.

“Really? I guess I never paid much attention to her to get a vibe off of her.” I stared at the remaining amount of my drink as I processed the information Mingi just told me.

“I’m pretty sure, she was using him to climb up the ladder. She wants to be famous.” Mingi added.

“Ah, I see. Now that vibe I did get, but I still think she cared about him you know?” We were down to the last of our chicken and I was getting fairly full.

“Has anyone hit on you yet?” Mingi asked out of nowhere. He caught me off guard and I just stared at him for a bit.

“Uh, I don’t know. Possibly but I’m usually very professional when I work with people. Besides I usually only do songs for girl groups.” I didn’t dare tell him that Yeonjun made a move on me while I was in the Hybe building.

“Hm, strange.” He replied with a nod.

“Strange?” I asked him and gave him a bewildered look.

“Yeah, I mean you’re a cute girl and you have a lot going for you. I’d figure some of these guys would’ve made a move already.” He said matter-of-factly.

“I guess I just don’t pay attention.” I shrugged. “Alright, play me this mix.”

“Oh right!” He said. You’re an interesting man Mingi.

[arctosv]

Hauntober Prompt 19: Potions

Potent Potions

“Gays know how to make good cocktails, it’s just a fact of life. Just like how a great pair of jeans never go out of style.” Texas stated as he positioned himself behind a bar. Various liquors and mixers lined the countertop, each one hand picked by him for several recipes.

“Let’s get this taste test started, it’s five o’clock somewhere!” Mariel quipped as she took a seat across him on a barstool. “So was there some sort of theme for these drinks or are we just doing regular drinks like cosmopolitans and such?”

Texas rolled his eyes with a grin, “do you honestly think any old boring cocktail would suffice for a Halloween party? I don’t think so.” He remarked as he started mixing several liquids in a glass.

“I didn’t think you’d go for the usual cocktails, but I just wanted to make sure weren’t doing something boring.” Mariel teased as she watched him work. “So tell me what’s the one you’re making right now?”

“This one is inspired by a classic fall treat, first you add green apple soda, then some caramel vodka and voila! You have a caramel apple beverage!” Texas explained as he mixed the drink.

“Isn’t that just a regular vodka soda, can’t you add dry ice or something to make it pop?” Mariel asked, not totally impressed yet.

“Oh come on, I thought you’d know me better than that, of course I have something up my sleeve.” Texas fake pouted as he poured a tiny bit of green dust into the glass, using a spoon he began to stir. The dust mixed in and created a green glimmering swirl as the carbonation helped it look very much like a witches potion.

“Oh damn, alright that’s pretty fucking cool.” Mariel conceded as she was handed the beverage and took a sip. “The fact it even tastes like a caramel apple is impressive and not even like the artificial flavoring kind, nice work!”

“Luster dust is my go to for spicing up the appearance of a cocktail, plus I wouldn’t be caught dead using dry ice for my drinks. For one you can’t even drink it safely until the ice has melted and some people are too stupid to understand that. Second of all, it's just too basic for my taste.” Texas spoke half jokingly as he took a sip of his own creation before moving it to the side and starting on a new drink.

“Alright what beverage is next on Texas’s Halloween Cocktail Menu?” Mariel asked, watching as he opened a few different bottles and mixed their contents together.

“This one is more of a cranberry and blackberry punch. I’ll admit it’s a little more basic, but it’s always a hit.” Texas explained as he sliced an orange into thin slivers and placed them in a pitcher. “You use cranberry juice, blackberry ginger ale, sliced oranges, and then for the final ingredient some prosecco. Add in a little purple luster dust and stir it all together and you have some punch.”

“So what I’m learning is that luster dust just makes all your drinks look like potions and that’s why people like them?” Mariel asked.

Texas shrugged before answering, “that and there’s plenty of alcohol, so yeah pretty much.”

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[the-letter-horror-lover]

Make a joyful noise

grelleswife

Summary:

In which the mortal Phantomhive servants sing Christmas carols, and a demon observes.

Notes:

For CosmicLion.

A belated gift for cosmiclion on Tumblr; I hope you enjoy! >w<

Although this oneshot was written in complete and utter disregard for the canon timeline, I envision it happening shortly before the servants' first Christmas together (hence Finny's ignorance about carols at the beginning of the story)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“The fiiiiirst Noeeeel the angel did saaaay…”

Bard has the kitchen to himself while he mashes potatoes for tonight’s dinner. But that gets damn boring when you’re all on your lonesome, and Christmas is just around the corner…might as well add a little music to the mix. Spice things up.

Out of nowhere, a familiar voice interrupts his solo performance, and the startled chef nearly drops his bowl on the floor.

"What song is that, Bard? It's very pretty."

“Blimey, Finny! Ya can’t sneak up on a guy like that,” he protests, though the former soldier knows he shoulda been paying more attention. A Phantomhive servant has to be vigilant and ready for action, day or night. At least Mr. Sebastian hadn’t caught Bard fooling around…he’d have been in the hot seat for sure!

The chef turns to meet a pair of bright, inquisitive eyes, greener than summer leaves at high noon. He's just as taken aback by the compliment (Bard ain’t gonna be heard at the Royal Opera House any time soon) as he is by the question. It's a common enough tune.

Then again, Finny's different from most kids. Growing up, his world was lit by harsh, artificial lights and constricted by blank, white walls. Scalpels that laid you open like a machine whose parts could be reassembled and tampered with at will, needles filled with garish-colored fluids that set your veins on fire, monotonous, indifferent voices that called you by number (never your name; you didn't have one), the sterile reek of disinfectant, and the dull, throbbing, ever-present ache of fear that you wore like a second skin: These were the motifs that had played endlessly throughout his childhood. Music withered and died in places like that.

“It's a carol," Bard answers at last.

"Car-ol?"

Finny spaces out the syllables a tad, and cocks his head to one side like a puppy hearing an unfamiliar command.

"Uh...a type of song you sing around Christmastime. They're usually about the birth of baby Jesus, or the choirs o' angels, or summat. Sometimes you get a bunch of your mates and go door t'door, singin' different carols to lift folks' spirits. Me 'n my pals in the army would sing 'em together sometimes, to make the winter nights feel a little less cold."

The chef pauses and clears his throat. Bard's not one for religion—he's seen too much senseless death and violence to trust airy-fairy promises of glory on high—but those songs are special.

He learned most of the carols he knows from his ma, before the arrows of illness and misfortune struck down his kin and left Bard to fend for himself. They’re among the closest things he has to family heirlooms, like good-luck charms he carries in his pocket. And there are others he learned from fellow soldiers, whose melodies live on in his mind long after an enemy bullet or sudden explosion sent those men to their eternal rest beneath the earth.

“Ooo! That sounds like lots of fun. Could you teach them to me, Bard? Please? I want to sing carols, too!” Finny chirps, beaming with excitement.

The chef pensively scratches his stubble, then grins.

“Uh…sure. I don’t see why not. But let’s make sure Mr. Sebastian doesn’t spot us. You know how he gets when he thinks we ain’t workin’ hard enough.”

He and Finny are lustily belting out the third verse, potatoes completely forgotten, when Mey Rin walks in.

“Thought I should check an’ see what all the commotion’s about, yes I did,” she says, blinking owlishly at the pair from behind her spectacles.

Bard laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck.

“Aw, it warn’t nothin’, Mey. We were just—"

“Bard’s teaching me a Christmas carol!” Finny declares, looking pleased as punch.

Mey Rin’s face lights up in recognition.

“Ohh…that was ‘tha first noel,’ it was!”

“You and Bard are both so smart. Between the two of you, I bet you know all the carols in the world!” Finny gushes, eyes wide with that awe that makes the chef feel like a wise older brother.

“Well…actually, I never learned all that many, no I didn’t. The people I used to work for weren’t—didn’t care much for peace on earth an’ goodwill,” Mey Rin answers slowly, her gaze turning dark. The maid tends to be close-mouthed about her past, but from what Bard’s pieced together based on the occasional detail she’s let slip, Mey used to work as an assassin for a rotten crowd of bastards who’d slit their own mothers’ throats if it turned a profit.

“But at this time of year, when I wasn’t busy with…assignments, I used to bundle up and walk the streets by meself, to watch the snow fall an’ take my mind off things. Every now an’ then I’d pass by groups of people who sang songs like that, about stars an’ angels an’ the babe in the manger. Cheered a body, it did,” she says wistfully, and her eyes mist over.

“Though ‘s far as I can recall, they had the gents and the ladies singin’ different parts, they did,” the maid continues.

“Harmony, y’mean?” Bard asks. He thinks that’s the word for it.

“Oo, oo! We should do that, Bard! Singing carols would be even more fun that way!” Finny exclaims.

Bard crosses his arms and frowns. They'd probably need the actual, written score to figure that out. Mr. Sebastian and the young master can look at a bunch of black squiggles on a page and know exactly which notes to play. But the chef, who wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth (to put it politely) never had the chance to get that kind of training. Hell, he doesn’t even know if they have a book of Christmas music lying around the manor, though the library’s certainly big enough.

“Er…maybe we could have a go at the pianner once we’re done fer the evenin’ and see if we can pick out the different parts by ear…but I dunno that much about ticklin’ the ivories…”

“Ho, ho. What’s this I hear about bocchan’s grand piano?” someone enquires.

The servants swing around to see Tanaka peacefully sipping tea in a corner.

“Huh?!” Mey Rin squeaks.

“When did you get there, Mr. Tanaka?” asks the perplexed gardener.

The steward merely gives him an affable smile.

“In my own good time, dear boy,” he chuckles.

Bard shakes his head ruefully. Tanaka’s a sly old codger, that’s for sure.

“Y’see, I was teachin’ Finny a coupla Christmas carols. We’d like Mey Rin to join, too, so we could have a chorus, but, uh…we don’t know th’ harmony,” he explains.

“Ah.”

Tanaka’s face acquires a dreamlike cast, as if he’s staring through the tattered veil of years to behold a scene invisible to all eyes save his.

“I may not be an expert musician, but I’ve played the pianoforte at many a Phantomhive Christmas party. I’m happy to provide accompaniment, if you’d like.”

“Thank yer, Tanaka!” Bard grins, and Mey Rin and Finny are quick to give their assent.

And that is why, when the moon gleams like a pearlescent tear fallen from Nyx’s dark eye, and the young master has been put to bed, Sebastian Michaelis hears a strain of music floating towards him from the parlor.

“What on earth are they up to?” he mutters to himself, unobtrusively peeking around the door to observe without their noticing.

Tanaka is seated at the pianoforte, atop which a few mounted candles burn to give him light by which to read the sheet music for “The First Noel.” He and the other servants are singing in four-part harmony. The demon can clearly distinguish each voice.

Bard’s, roughened and raspy from cigarette smoke, yet confident and filled with gruff sincerity.

Mey Rin’s, sweet and pure as the starlight that guided the Magi.

Finny’s, whose youthful joie de vivre reminds the ancient demon of a swallow’s exuberant flight.

Tanaka’s, cracked and quavering, but retaining a trace of the luster it must have possessed in his prime, like a battered sword that has not yet lost its shine.

They aren’t breathing from the diaphragm as they ought. Their cutoffs are ragged at best, and their intonation at times leaves much to be desired.

They stand close together, shoulder to shoulder, carefree, laughing. Their happiness pervades the room like fragrant incense wafting through the Byzantine churches Sebastian remembers from bygone days in Constantinople. His devilish gaze perceives the golden threads of trust and friendship that bind them, and which through a series of small kindnesses and fleeting moments like this one will be woven into a vast tapestry of love.

“Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel…Born is the king of Israel!”

It’s ephemeral, this little interlude, but Sebastian realizes he doesn’t want it to end.

A beast of shadow and insatiable hunger like himself has no business intruding upon their joy, lest he blight it. But he treasures the gladsome sound, and ponders it deep in his heart, as Mary did the mysteries of her only begotten son.

Notes:

Title taken from Psalm 100:1 "Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands (King James Version)

"But he treasures the gladsome sound, and ponders it deep in his heart, as Mary did the mysteries of her only begotten son.": This is a reference to Luke 2:19: "But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart" (King James Version), in which Mary reflects on the miracles that occurred on the night of the Nativity.

Happily Ever After?

ALPHAwolf

Summary:

Once upon a victorian time, in a mansion far far away...

An insane attempt to get Undertaker to talk leads to a wild show of skit plays and even more crazy pairings. Featuring timeless tales like red riding hood, repunzel, the princess and the frog and the three bears performed by the beloved characters of Kuroshitsuji, be captivated and confused by these intriguing tales of miss-told fantasies with a twist.

Notes:

I hope this makes you lol like it made me lol XD All the usual disclaimers! Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Once upon a Victorian time, in a mansion far far away...

"Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a young girl, clothed in a beautiful red hood."

Alois walked through the forest carrying a basket, a red hood over his head.

"I should have been Red! Look at me! That boy completely ruins that beautiful cloak!" Alois rolled his eyes and looked to Grell, whom had made himself present beside the narrator, his whiny voice pushing the same argument he had been unable to win since the director/narrator had begun casting yesterday.

"And he's not even a she! I am far more suited for the role-ooouff!" Now safely under Sebastian's shoe, face smushed into the ground, the narrator closed her book momentarily and looked down from where she was sitting.

"I have already explained why you were not suited for this role Mr. Suitcliff. YOU'RE NOT CUTE ENOUGH!" Grell coward from Elizabeth's deadly outburst and passionately dangerous eyes. How could someone so dedicated to being the definition of cute suddenly become so terrifying?

Elizabeth immediately smiled again and returned to the story.

"Because of her beautiful crimson hood she was called Little Red Riding Hood. One day, while on a journey through the woods to her sickly grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood had the feeling she was being followed."

Alois walked on through the woods, looking to the shadows in the trees behind and before him, fearing paranoia as they seemed to move. Desperate to leave the suddenly creepy woods he sped up his pace.

"In these woods there lived the Big Bad Wolf. He stalked the little girl quietly, seeking to eat the girl and the goodies in her basket. Which she should not have been eating herself!" Alois spat out the cookie in his mouth and smiled nervously before taking a swig of the wine and packing everything back safely in the basket.

"Out of the shadows the wolf appeared before her-"

"HOLY SHIT! Back animal!" Claude, dressed in a black fluffy suit, tail and ears, cringed as Alois beat him with his basket, attacking with vigour. "Get away from me you ugly fucking-!"

"The young naive girl foolishly greeted him and easily fell for his trickery!!!" Alois stopped and looked to the narrator while the 'Big Bad Wolf', beaten to the ground, crawled a distance back and stood back up, brushing himself off.

"Oh... sorry." Claude nodded and Alois straightened himself up, putting the hood back on his head.

"Well hello there young child, where might you be headed all alone in the forest?"

"Ugh, when did Claude become a pedo covered in hair?" Alois mumbled in annoyance.

"Stick to the script! Says Emily." Alois poked his tongue out to Snake who hid under a bush with the script, along with his many slithering friends.

"See, a fabulous actress, such as myself, would never make such a mistake." Grell commented, swishing his hair away with his hand. Elizabeth smiled sweetly before slamming her book shut and standing. Grell remained unaware as she walked up behind him.

"Oouff!" His face slammed into the floor after Elizabeth’s blow to the back of his head with the enormous book of Fairy Tales.

"Um, E-Elizabeth-"

"Oh Ciel, CALL ME LIZZY!" Ciel cringed backwards, holding the axe on his shoulder that little bit tighter. Damn woman must have been ovulating.

"L-Lizzy, perhaps we should return to the story?"

"Oh of course Ciel! You look soooo cuute in that lumberjack uniform!" Ciel's eye twitched and he quickly returned to his post, dreading his turn to act. At least he got to cut Claude open, which he planned to do thoroughly.

Claude coughed to catch the narrator’s attention and the tale continued.

Snake egged Alois on, who was busy taking another swig from the wine skin. The blond quickly wiped his lips clean and recalled his lines.

"I'm off to my sickly grandmother who lives by the lake to deliver her some sweets."

"Well, perhaps your Grandmother would like some flowers?" Claud suggested, exposing a field of flowers to their left.

"I suppose... but it's off the path..." Everyone waited as Alois twisted a lock of hair, showing no interest in going to pick flowers.

"I saw blue bells over there." Claude pointed to a path of grass barely visible past the trees.

"Ohh!" Alois dashed off without warning to look for the flowers he favoured.

"And so, Red Riding Hood went to pick flowers for her Grandmother as The Big Bad Wolf went off to execute his plan." Elizabeth said from her cushioned seat.

"Execute my ass. Lying bastard, there aren't any blue bells. I can't believe I let Ciel talk me into this. I better get a damn good reward, and a whole bouquet of blue bells."

Ciel groaned and whispered too quiet for anyone to hear. "Sebastian, find the damn idiot blue bells."

"Yes Master." The demon replied before wandering off.

"The girl continued on to her grandmothers, arriving to the quiet little cottage in no time and knocking on the door." Not bothering to knock Alois swung the door open and walked in.

"Grandma, bought your shit."

"My thanks, child."

"You look weird, worse than a dog's ass. And what a deep voice you have!" Alois said the last part dramatically, the only part actually on the script.

"The better to greet you with."

"Bull shit." He muttered. "Goodness! What bright eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with."

"And what big hands you have~" Alois said seductively, flaunting over to his 'Grandmothers' bedside, slut switch suddenly flicked on.

"The better to grab-I mean, hug you with"

"Ohh, 'Grandmother'~ What a big mouth you have" Alois said with a wink sitting down beside Claude, his hand inching towards the other.

"The better to eat you with!" Claude jumped up and slammed Alois down on the bed, and proceeded to eat him.

"Ahhh! Woah-Ohh! Claude! Oh! Ah-Ha! C-Claude!"

"A lumberjack nearby heard the struggle and broke down the door!"

"Ugh." Ciel opened the door, doubting he could break it down anyway, and tried to hide his disgust at how much Alois appeared to be enjoying Claude trying to eat him. Especially since the demon actually looked ready too, great sharp maws wide and far more deadly than any wolves. It appeared he couldn't get a good bite as the blond wouldn't sit still and kept making the attack seem sexual.

"The woodcutter confronted the wolf and cut his stomach open with his axe!"

"He-Hey Ciel~! Woah! Steady there Claude~"

"Ugh, help me hold him down idiot." Ciel attempted to climb on the bed with the other two, axe in hand to cut open Claude.

"My pleasure!" Alois sat on Claude's chest, holding down the demon’s arms. "Oh! Watch your hands mister wood cutter~ I don't have wood till the morning~"

"Shut up you damn tart."

"Tart? After the way you were eating that strawberry tart earlier on set? Treat me like that and I'll gladly be a tart~"

"Shut up Alois." Ciel growled through clenched teeth as he slowly sliced the demons costume down the centre.

"The heroic, cute, amazing wood cutter sliced the monster open! Releasing the unharmed grandmother and killing the evil beast!" Claude played dead while Ciel assisted Hannah out of the costume.

Alois scoffed and pushed her out the way.

"Hurry up bitch and pour me wine!"

"Yes, your Highness." Hannah replied, bowing.

"And they all lived happily ever after! The end!" Claude, Ciel, Hannah, and Alois all bowed before leaving the cottage set, Hannah rushing after her Master with a glass of wine as he had requested. The scarlet curtains closed on the open stage and the actors departed to the dressing rooms, which were actually carriages.

"That was horrendous." William commented, pushing up his glasses.

"It lacked true quality and beauty! The costumes where fabulous though!" Viscount Druitt agreed dramatically, standing in the small crowd, spotlight and floating petals automatically shrouding him.

"Of course! I made them!" Miss Nina Hopkins proudly stated.

"It would have been far better with me in it!" Grell complained.

"They did their best!" Elizabeth argued, flipping the books pages to the contents in order to find the next fairy tale they were to perform.

"I think it was rather thrilling."

"Y-Y\your Highness! When did you arrive?" The hip looking silver haired old-woman sat behind them all on a large royal looking armchair that had somehow appeared, her three guards behind her.

"I came to see the boy for a visit and found him busy playing. A wonderful set up I must say. I told you it wouldn't be a waste of a trip, Grey." Earl Grey rolled his eyes childishly in defeat.

"Thank you your majesty." Elizabeth said bowing.

"If only Albert were here to see. Oh Albert!" The Queen then broke into tears, making everyone highly uncomfortable. Her goggled assistant then rushed to her side with his Albert hand-puppet.

"Perhaps you should go get dressed for your part in the next play, Mr Suitcliff?" Lau commented before taking a puff of his pipe, then offering it to Ran-Mao who sat on his lap.

"It is LADY Suitcliff! And I shall dazzle you all with my style and finesse." Grell then strutted off in direction of the dressing carriages.

"Finesse? Does he know what that is?" Bard asked, the words meaning lost to him also.

"He knows what it means, Grell-senpie just can't really do it." Ronald explained from where he sat beside William on his lawnmower.

The stage set up outside the Phantomhive mansion lit, Elizabeth seated on the stages side on an oversized comfortable armchair holding the fairy tale book. All the guests, invited or not, turned their attention to the next performance.

The red curtains parted to reveal the new setting, so skillfully set in record time by the two demon butlers and demon maid. A tall tower stood where the cottage had been, a thorny forest surrounding it.

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess, with hair like silk and long as the tallest tower. In her younger years a witch had used her trickery to convince her parents the only way to find the right ruler for the land was to lock the princess away till a prince found her and the two fell in love. Therefore the princess was locked away from the world up in the tallest tower, in a forest shrouded in thorns. Her name was Rapunzel, and tales of her beauty had spread through the land, but none had come to her aid as of yet."

"Oh my prince! When shall we meet! When shall you save me my darling!" Grell leaned on tower window dramatically, sighing sadly and looking out to the forest.

A sword cut through the thorns onto the stage, and Grell watched excitedly as his prince entered, rather clumsily. Ciel finally got through the foliage, causing Elizabeth to drool from his adorably cute prince garb.

The prince and princess stared at each other in confusion.

"THIS is my prince? What the hell?!"

"Well I'm the one scripted, what the hell did you do with the real Rapunzel, witch?"

"Just go with it, says Webster." Snake said from under a bush.

"This puny thing!? Nu uh, I want a real man thank you very much."

"Man my ass. Bloody demon." William muttered in the crowd.

"Sebastian's busy. What did you do with the REAL Rapunzel scripted?"

"Tch, the blond boys tied up in the long-haired wig back in the dressing room."

"Ugh. Fine. Let’s get on with this. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair."

"Humph. You should have more manners when addressing a lady." Grell huffed, turning his back on the other, enjoying the way the dress he wore swished around him when he did.

"PLEASE let down your hair." Ciel growled through clenched teeth

"Hmm, fine." The long red hair was thrown down and Ciel gave it a tug before attempting to climb up.

"Ow!! Get off! So rough! Ooow!" Grell complained holding his hair.

"Shut up! Do you want me to rescue you or what?!"

"Climb up the wall yourself you little brat!"

"You know what, stay up in that damn tower! I hope you throw yourself off!" Ciel turned and left through the hole he'd made in the thorns, leaving to help Alois out of the carriage.

"Brat!" Grell yelled after him.

"Shrew!" Ciel replied, dealing a killing blow. Grell turned and stormed off into the tower.

"Umm, and that's why the princess never left the tower. The End?" Elizabeth said, sounding unsure, lost as to how to finish the story.

"Wonderful!" Victoria clapped, her guards doing the same with far less enthusiasm. "Such a marvellous twist!" Slowly the rest of the crowd began clapping lazily and the curtains were drawn, Claude and Sebastian returning from the kitchen with nibbles to pass around, both looking a little flustered and dishevelled for some odd reason. When the two made eye contact Sebastian's cheeks coloured and he smirked devilishly.

"You'd better go, I hear your master calling." Sebastian commented, sending Claude another cheeky smile.

"My life's ambition." Claude commented dryly before walking off to the dressing room. Sebastian covered his mouth to stop laughter seeing the scratches down the back of the others jacket, ripping through his clothes. William rose an eyebrow to him but Sebastian only grinned.

"Disgusting lustful demons." He commented. Ronald nodded in agreement with an entertained smile.

"William my darling! I'm so forlorn! It should be me and Sebastian playing Romeo and Juliette!" William silence him quickly, shoving the red heads face into the ground.

"Agni, what is this? Where is Ciel?" The crowd turned to the Indian pair who had arrived unexpectedly.

"I believe it is a play, my Prince."

"It's a skit play!" Elizabeth said excitedly, taking a bite from one of the sandwiches Claude and Sebastian had made, noting the oddly bitter, salty sauce.

"Are you needed to narrate the next play?" The Viscount asked twirling a rose in his fingers.

"No, It's a piece from Romeo & Juliet! I wanted to be Juliet but instead I got to direct everything."

"An important role indeed. Please sit Mister Soma." Lau said sitting calmly.

"Oh, you’re that Chines trading company guy. Okay! It looks fun! Agni! Get me a blanket and pillows to seat myself on!"

"Yes, my beloved Prince!" Agni then hurried off the fetch the asked items, returning in record time with an array of colourful cushions.

Once again the curtains parted and the lights lit dimly. The scene was of Juliette's balcony and the garden below it, the background somehow night with sparkling stars and a full moon. The audience sat captivated, the magical scene impossible to them all in the middle of the day. Sebastian smiled at his good work.

Slowly Juliette strode onto the balcony, her flowing white nightdress making her look angelic, long dark wig done in twin-tales.

"Oh Romeo, Romeo, where fore art though Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy claim!" The audience’s jaws fell open, a stifled giggle heard from a certain long-haired mortician who was laying on the ground mostly unseen. Ciel was Juliette, and he was playing the part perfectly.

Romeo entered the scene, Alois also playing his part to perfection. The Viscount was tearing up, as was the Queen, and Soma was still trying to figure out who the familiar looking actor playing Juliette was.

Juliette's maid called for her and it seemed the trance was even thicker cast to the audience with Hannah's soft voice. Ciel shooed her off, in a lady like manner, and the scene continued. Ciel leaned over the balcony and Alois began to climb up.

"'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone. And yet no further than a wanton’s bird, that lets it hop a little from his hand like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, and with a silken thread plucks it back again, so loving-jealous of his liberty."

"I would I were thy bird." 'Romeo' answer, the actors as captivated as the audience in their own spell. Their eyes never left one another, as if they truly were star crossed lovers and not enemies in a complicated relationship.

"Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." The two came face to face, noses only inches apart, a breath of soft wind tossing the twos hair and Ciel's nightgown. Their faces inched closer.

"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest." Alois spoke softly but strongly, captivated by Ciel. The blond voice grew ever softer as their faces came closer. "Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell." The last word was almost lost as their lips softly pressed together, leaving even Undertaker silent.

"That wasn't in the script, says Webster." Snake whispered as his friends slithered over the script, looking for the inexistent kissing scene.

Alois and Ciel parted, both looking surprised at their own actions, but the magical aura unbroken.

"Please tell me the sex scene is next."

SNAP. That was the sound of the spell breaking at Alois's words.

Ciel glared at the other before smiling evilly and grabbing his wrists.

"Woah!" Ciel threw the others hands off the balcony fence, Alois luckily grabbing a hanging vine on the way down so he didn't hit the ground. Ciel turned around and stalked in the room, pissed and embarrassed.

"OW! Aww come on, I was just jesting!" Alois teased, hanging from the vine. Ciel re-entered the scene holding a large book, presumably the works of Shakespeare, and stood on the balcony calmly.

"Thee can go fucketh thyself, philanderer!" Ciel then threw the book at 'Romeo', who dropped to the ground before scampering off avoiding other projectiles such as 'Juliette's' slippers and a water glass, which shattered by his feet.

The curtains drew together and the three actors entered the stage, bowing together as the audience applauded.

"You know I've never been so attracted to a woman in my life~" Alois whispered bowing beside Ciel. Ciel clenched his teeth and smiled sweetly before hitting the other. Alois cringed as Ciel hit him over again and attempted to run off stage with Ciel after him, slapping anything he could all the while. Hannah rushed after them, worried for her master as Undertaker covered his mouth to avoid full on harking till all the plays ended. Then he'd laugh to his heart’s content.

Viscount Druitt stood, tears still dripping, and began to dramatically review.

"Such beauty! Such a wonderful tale! So wonderfully twisted to a comedy! Brava! Brava my little cock Robin!"

"C-cock robin?" Mey-Rin stuttered nervously.

Elizabeth returned to her seat on the stage with a fairy tale book in hand, reading the story over again before it was executed.

In no time the curtains reopened and the audience attention was drawn to the red haired and clothed being standing by a small pond. Grell, it seemed, was having another go at his debut. Hopefully this one wasn't a complete cock-up.

"Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom there lived an unwed princess, fair beauty and sweet lips. She would often visit the castle gardens and ponds to admire their beauty. One day a voice called out to her from the lily pads. 'Princess, O princess,'"

"What is this? A frog has called out to me? What bewitchment has fallen upon you, foul creature?" Grell said seeming disgusted.

"'O princess, if you shall just kiss me once I shall return to my human form! Just a touch of your lips against mine and I shall turn into a handsome prince!'" Elizabeth said, pretending to voice the frog.

"Ew. Really?" The frog gave a 'ribbet' in reply. "All right..." Grell hesitantly picked the frog up and struggled not to drop it, cringing all the while at the horrid complexion of its skin. "Just one kiss," He told himself reassuringly as William face-palmed in the audience at his colleges stupidity. Grell cringed and pursed his lips, slowly getting closer to the frog, who made another ribbet. Their lips quickly touched and Grell threw the frog away spitting and rubbing his mouth.

"Ugh! Yuck! Ew-!"

"We're leaving now Suitcliff, you idiot." William ordered seeming peeved off, ankle deep in the pond looking serious. He had appeared out of nowhere, leaving Grell and Ronald stunned momentarily.

"Oh William! My prince!" Grell jumped the other, causing them both to fall back into the pond and Undertaker to giggle.

The frog ribbeted again and hopped off set as the curtains drew and the audience gave a pity clap, Ciel left face-palming at the performance.

Grell and William emerged from behind the stage soaking, Grell looking happy and clinging to Williams side while the other looked irritated. Sebastian then led them inside where they could change during intermission. During the time food was passed out for lunch and the servants tried to peak at how Sebastian and Claude set up the sets so quickly, foiled by Snake's snakes each time.

Elizabeth clung to Ciel's side constantly, complimenting him while Alois seemed to avoid him completely, mostly conversing with the Viscount, who kept commenting on how good he would look in a dress, doing well to piss Ciel off. Finally after what seemed like a forever of Soma and Elizabeth’s endless talk Alois skipped over.

"Time to change for the next skit~" Alois said with a wink, dragging Ciel off before he could argue. Not long after the servants ushered everyone back down to their spots before the stage and Elizabeth re-sat herself in the narrator’s chair. The play began as she spoke, though the curtains were yet to open.

"Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a beautiful princess, her beauty fairer than the dawn. Her father and mother searched and searched for a suitable heir and husband for their daughter and kingdom, but none of Nobel blood that could be trusted with such treasures lived in their time. And so, they did seek the help of a great witch. 'I shall set a spell to put the kingdom into a great slumber, and when a worthy heir is to come about his true loving kiss shall awaken her and the land!' the witch proclaimed. Centuries passed, and the castle became shrouded in foliage, the people and their land a legend. The sleeping beauty lay unawakened with her kingdom." As she said this the curtains slowly opened, overgrown rose bushes covering what appeared to be a bed chamber, with a person sleeping on the bed that cantered the room. By the blond hair and the absence of a certain evil little tart anywhere else a good guess was the so called 'Sleeping Beauty' was Alois.

"Centuries later a prince of a faraway land came to the castle, having heard the myths of a beautiful princess asleep in her chambers, and the spell upon her kingdom. He climbed the castle walls and broke through the overgrown garden that was the old palace in search of her."

The door on the side of the stage opened and Ciel stepped in dressed as a prince again, sword out in order to cut through the offending plants and greenery. Finally with a little struggle against the shrubbery he made it to the bedside of the sleeping princess and sheathed his sword with some difficulty.

Ciel sighed and mumbled to himself irritated.

"Why is it we only do the kissing scenes in all this?!" Putting it behind him he leaned closer to the bed.

Everyone watched, almost expecting Ciel to retreat last minute by the hesitant look on his face.

Alois smiled and stifled giggles, which made Ciel stop and wait for him to finish laughing. The blond bit his lips and clenched his eyes shut, still giggling while Ciel leaned over him, eyes shut as he tried to not laugh also.

"Why are you laughing?" The dark haired 'prince' questioned snappily to stop himself from laughing with the blond.

"I don't know-hmhm-, I can feel you--getting-ts- closer."

"Ugh. Shut up." Alois bit his lips together trying not to smile and Ciel took a deep breath before he attempted the scene again.

Ciel leaned in again, their lips an inch apart before Alois lost composure and started tittering again. Ciel sighed and hung his head before he too lost it and started giggling.

"S-stop laughing!"

"You s-top laughing!" Alois said through laughter, rolling over onto his stomach and laughing into the pillows. Ciel let his arms lose strength and his torso rest on the bed, his face in Alois's neck as he tried to stop snickering.

"You’re supposed to be sleeping damn it!" Ciel mumbled, before laughing again.

"Okay okay okay," Alois turned over back onto his back while Ciel lifted his head up and took a deep breath, "okay." He shut his eyes and mouth, pretending his best to sleep. Ciel also took a breath and shut his eyes as he got closer.

"Third time luck-" Ciel said to himself, his breath tickling Alois's lips and making the other kiss him before he finished his sentence to stop the laughter before it started.

Everyone clapped as their lips finally met after such a trying lead up. The clapping continued as everyone waited for the two to stop. Slowly the clapping faded, but Alois and Ciel didn't, they actually started kissing harder. Alois's hands wrapped around Ciel's neck as the other climbed over him on the bed.

For a serious and sour aphephobic, Ciel sure knew how to French kiss. Alois moaned, welcoming Ciel tongue into his mouth, and put his hand up the others shirt. Ciel shivered and let Alois get on top of him, the blonds wig falling off in the process.

The Queen coughed loudly in order to gain the two's attention to no avail. Elizabeth had already fainted in her seat.

"Agni, what are they doing?"

"Cover your eyes my pure prince!" Soma was then engulfed by Agni's protective arms and his face shoved into the others chest.

"That’s is definitely not in the script, says Oscar. Where is Bronte, says Keats?"

"Shit!" Ciel yelled, jumping up and falling off the bed as a snake slid around his and Alois's neck.

"There is Bronte, says Wilde."

"Oh my God!" Alois quickly got up and out of the bed where the snake was sitting hissing at them.

"Snake!" Ciel called for the two-blooded man to come fetch his friend and the man crawled out from under the bed where he hid.

"Now is not the time for such actions, says Bronte." Alois blushed and bit his lip nodding and Ciel forced a cough.

"I have no idea what you talking about." The lord claimed before bowing to the audience and leaving the stage. Alois followed after quickly, giggling hysterically.

Sebastian and Claude returned again from the manor kitchen with tea. God knows why it had taken them both so long to make it.

"Sebastian!" Ciel, still in his prince clothes as he had to change for the next play anyway, had come out to get a cup of tea and cause his butler misery for not being present and doing something.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Go change for your part." He said, smirking evilly.

"Of course My Lord, come Claude." Sebastian then left with his usual smile, Claude following after like a dog.

"Prince Soma! As Elizabeth is indisposed would you please take her place in the next play! You really don't need to do anything~" Alois pleaded clinging onto the Indian Prince's arm.

"Of course! Anything for a friend of Ciel’s!"

"Great! Let’s go change~" the blond said seductively before dragging the other off.

"M-My prince!" Agni called after, highly concerned for his prince’s integrity.

"Bloody skinny little tart." Ciel growled through clenched teeth, taking a large swig of his sweet tea.

"What a lovely performance, boy. Such a shame it proved too intense for your ex-fiancée."

"Ex, your Highness?"

"Well you don't honestly think she'll marry you after that performance! You didn't want to marry your relative anyway."

"That is true, your majesty, I was hoping she would experience a light amnesia. If not I still doubt the engagement will be so easy to break. I have tried. "

"Leave it to me boy and go change. You wouldn't want that little broken butterfly flying off with an Indian royal, now would you?"

"Your highness?"

"Trancy. You wouldn't want him to seduce the Indian boy and start shagging him in the carriage, now would you?"

"Excuse me your Excellency." Victoria gave a light giggle as the blushing boy bowed and walked off in the direction of the 'dressing rooms' as fast as possible. Children were rather easily swayed. If only her children were so cute rather than how ugly they turned out.

"My my, what a beautiful servant you are." Druitt commented, approaching Mey-Rin from behind.

"S-sorry my Lord!?"

"Do not apologies fair maiden, please allow me to remove you glasses so that I may gaze into their beauty!"

"What's he talking about?" Finny whispered to Bard confused. Bard shrugged, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"U-umm, umm- n-no no! I'm far sighted! I can't see without them!" The Viscount smiled and removed her glasses slowly.

"Far sighted? My my, so you are my little hawk maiden!"

"U-umm-"

"So tell me why you are yet to act my dear? I would love to see you on stage."

"E-err, I-I'm Mamma Bear in the last play." She said blushing and pushing her index fingers together.

"Well, well. What a role. So meaningful and important. "

"Uuur, we need to go change, come on Finny." Bard said turning to go change while Finny followed, waving to Viscount and Mey-Rin.

"B-but-!"

"Aahh my dear Hawk eyed maiden, tell me, how would you like to come to one of my parties?" He asked, advancing closer.

"U-Um-I-I, wait... aren't you the one who sells women on the black-magic market?"

"Oh my! Look the play will soon begin! Here you are my dear~ Let us take our seats."

"B-but-!"

The curtains moved but didn't open as if someone was fussing behind them, then Alois fell through them, followed by Ciel who fell on his back. Soma then stepped through the curtain gap on his knees, which had fake shoes on them. All three had been dressed up as dwarfs. Soma was followed by Agni, who had followed his prince in panic and ended up dressed up as a dwarf too. Lau, Bard and Finny then stepped through the closed red curtain, also on their knees. Ciel was the only dwarf not on his knees, as he was as tall as most the adults on their knees, and still shorter than Agni. All seven dwarfs stood in a line in front of the shut crimson curtains. Bard coughed before speaking.

"My name's Sneezy, Aaachooo!"

"I'm Happy!" Finny exclaimed joyously.

"I am Doc." Agni said in his thick Indian accent, followed by Soma.

"I am the tired dwarf Sleepy!" The prince then yawned exaggeratedly.

"My name is Dopy." Lau said bowing.

"Hehe~ my name's Bashful~" Alois followed, blushing.

“...” Everyone waited for Ciel to speak but the boy was busy brooding, looking rather annoyed. Alois bumped his side gently to get the boys attention and put on his best puppy dog eyes. Ciel groaned and sighed. "I'm... Grumpy the dwarf." A little chuckle broke out in the audience at how well he fit the part, causing him to become even more peeved.

"Once upon a time in a faraway land," Bards gruff voice began,

"There lived a beautiful princess named Snow White." Finny said next.

"She had-"

"We know the story! Get to the skit!" Ronald yelled out, and most of the audience nodded their heads in approval. the dwarfs looked to one another and shrugged.

"Urrr, skipping then to the part when Snow White fell asleep and awaits her prince charming!" Finny exclaimed and the curtains parted to reveal the scene of a beautiful garden in front of a dwarf sized cottage, a glass coffin covered in flowers centre stage. The dwarfs crowded around the coffin looking solemn, except Ciel who was grinning evilly at his butler dressed as Snow White stuck in the glass coffin feigning sleep.

A horse whinnied and Prince Charming rode into the stage, the almost setting sun behind silhouetting his majestic form atop the white stallion. To the audience’s surprise, Claude dismounted the horse and walked over to the transparent coffin with a look of purpose.

Ciel's evil smile widened at what was to come.

The golden eyed butler opened the coffin lid and looked down at the 'princess' adoringly, before leaning in for a soft kiss. Sebastian’s eyes shot open.

"HIYAA!!!" Claude was kung-fu chopped so hard he flew across the stage, smashing against his horse, causing them both to tumble backwards in a mess of horse and 'human' limbs.

Sebastian stood high above the dwarfs atop his coffin, a strong smile, his dress skirt like a cape causing him to resemble a superhero with his hands on his hips.

"I, Snow White, demand change in the mining industry!" All the dwarfs looked at each other confused, besides Soma who had actually fallen asleep on the ground, so deep in his character.

Claude began to get back up and make his way back to the coffin.

"The forest has no voice so I shall speak for it! Your mining kills animals and destroys their homes! I shall not let it be so in my Kingdom!! Get off me you pervert!" Sebastian kicked Claude across the room when the other tried to pick him up off the coffin and throw him over his shoulder.

"If our demands are not met, the animals shall riot! So says the Queen of Critters!!!" The horse bayed in agreement and an assortment of animals such as deer, birds, squirrels, rabbits, and about a hundred cats all made noises in reply, gathering around the glass coffin Snow White stood on. Ciel ran from the horde of cats and pressed against the side of the stage set looking horror stricken. Birds dropped flowers and Happy the Dwarf scattered smooshed petals excitedly.

Claude tried to get up once again but was trampled by his excited horse which cantered over to Snow White. Sebastian smiled and jumped on the horse which reared majestically with a loud neigh. The dwarfs applauded, all except Grumpy, impressed by the show. Sebastian began blowing kisses in every direction as the horse trotted towards off stage, followed by all the critters and the seven dwarfs. Prince Charming attempted to get back on the horse with his 'true love' but was brutally forced off by Sebastian and then trampled by the horse, before being stampeded by the following animals and actors on their knees. Alois seemed to especially enjoy trampling him and jumped a few times.

Eventually all that was left was a very mangled Prince as the curtains closed. It took the crowd a moment clap, probably shocked from the brutal rejection Claude seemed to have actually enjoyed.

The actors came to the front of the curtain and bowed, as did Claude, looking perfect and un-mangled once again. His fatal mistake was taking Sebastian's hand, though it's what they were supposed to when they all bowed together, which earned him the most brutal attack he was yet to endure, but he seemed to enjoy every second of it. For some-reason Earl Charles Grey lost composure at this and began laughing hysterically till his partner gave him a stern look, quietening him to a giggle.

Grell look torn between happiness and heartbroken, as his Batsy was beating someone other than him so passionately and enjoying it, but then again he was beating someone other than him so passionately and enjoying it.

Most of the actors came back from behind stage and Mey-Rin left to go get ready, happy to be leaving the dangerous Viscount’s side as he made her heart thump in a scary way. Alois, Bard, Finny, and Ciel remained backstage while Sebastian was still in the Snow-White costume surrounded by animals. Claude followed like one of the animals, gaining a hit or kick if he got too close. Soma gloated of his wonderful performance, and the Viscount agreed wholeheartedly, laying the compliments out thick, babbling about grace and divinity, causing Agni to nod proudly, tears glistening in his eyes.

Meanwhile Miss Nina Hopkins was trying to help Elizabeth's bell jingling nurse to revive the still unconscious lady, but whenever she awoke she'd recall the 'incident' and faint again.

"Who's going to narrate the next play?" Soma asked, tugging on Snake's arm for attention as the snake man was busy with his head in the script Sebastian had written out.

"There is no need for a narrator, the skit is well known enough, says Wordsworth."

"Then why are they doing it?" Soma

"I believe it's a form of humorous torture, says Bronte. Payment for something, says Goethe."

"Payment?" Soma repeated thoughtful and curious.

"My Prince, perhaps it has something to do with the odd gentleman in black laying down the front chuckling?" Agni suggested making his prince even more curious.

Everyone was ushered to sit again by Snake who then rushed back behind stage to hide on set as the curtains parted. One curtain opened the whole way but the other stayed covering up half the stage. The uncovered part of the set was woods, and just before were the curtain edge covered there was the beginnings of a house.

Alois walked onto the set looking grumpy, a curly gold wig and pink dress. He groaned.

"Remind me why Elizabeth couldn't do this part!?" Alois huffed irritated.

"She's still passed out, says Emily. You were the best replacement, says Oscar."

"Ugh! Women are so pathetic, passing out just because we were making out. Ugh."

"Stick to the script! Says Wordsworth." Alois rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

"I'm tired, Oh look! A cottage!" He said almost sarcastically in an overly energetic way before walking over indifferently, picking the lock, and walking in. The other half of the curtain then opened to reveal the cottage's innards, including a dining room and one bedroom.

"Okay let’s get this over with. I'm hungry, oh look! Porridge!" Alois walked over to the table and did the scene as quickly as possible.

"Too hot, too cold. Meh, it'll do. Now where to sit?" He then tried all the chairs surrounding the table. "Too hard, oh naughty~ Too soft, rude much. This l' do." He then sat and ate the porridge on the little chair. He looked oddly at the chair under him, as if expecting something, and gave the leg a kick. As he did the chair toppled, causing him to land on his ass.

"Ouff! Owww..." He rubbed his behind and straightened his wig. "Damn fucking chair." He mumbled, putting the small half empty porridge bowl back on the table.

Alois feigned a yawn.

"M' tired." He then walked into the next room and switched the light on to reveal three beds. He strolled over and flopped on the biggest first.

"Too big and hard~ the fuck is wrong with Goldilocks? Who wouldn't go for the biggest and hardest!?" He complained before moving to the next and crawling on in a sexy fashion.

"To soft," then the next which he only just fit on, "this is nice, (not), nap time." He then proceeded to strip down to his feminine underwear, including a flat chested bra oddly enough, just as Elizabeth gained consciousness, causing her to faint again. Poor girl. The Druitt however was thoroughly enjoying the show.

Alois slipped under the covers and the light went out, the curtain re-covering only the bedroom.

Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bard then walked on set dressed as 'the three bears'.

"Tell me, who does the boy play?" Her Highness asked Sebastian as the bears began questioning the open door. Sebastian was still dressed in his Snow White get up and sitting on top of a beaten and love-struck Claude.

"The Master?" The Queen nodded. "Bocchan isn't in the last play, your Grace." The Queen looked around confused.

"Where is he then?"

As the bears inspected their chairs and food, Bard as Papa bear, Mey-Rin as Mama bear, and Finny as Baby bear, Alois began to fall asleep.

The bed dipped unexpectedly as a new weight came upon it. Alois opened an eye to see a blushing and annoyed looking Ciel.

"Ciel?"

"You look ludicrous, take off those women's underwear. And that stupid wig."

"Oh, Ciel~ Naughty~ As you wish~"

"Someone broke my seat!" Cried Finny. Bard and Mey-Rin comforted the 'cub', Mey-Rin getting overly worried and promising him a new chair and more porridge, not made by Bard.

It took some time to stop the tears but when they did they were able to continue, walking over to the slightly ajar door. Bard put his head closer to the door cautiously, an odd expression from the quiet noises on the other side.

"Mmmm-hmm-mmm-ahh, mmm~!" Bard pulled back and shrugged to Mey-Rin and Finny who both looked confused.

They slowly opened the door, the curtain pulling back as they did. Bard flicked the lights and everyone froze.

Alois and Ciel were all over each other, kissing hotly and taking absolutely no notice of those around them as a naked Alois finally seemed to rid Ciel of his irritatingly hard to remove shirt. Ciel pushed him down roughly, causing Alois to cry out as the other boy began licking and biting down his throat.

Elizabeth, who had just woken, again, stared in shock, unable to do anything but gape.

The Queen covered her mouth and coughed before whispering to her assistant, "They should have gone with the bigger bed." True enough the two had no choice but to be on top of one another due to the beds minimal size.

Alois let out a loud moan, gasping and clawing at Ciel's back as he was entered viciously.

"A-Ahhh-!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA-!KEKE!AHAHAHAHA!" Undertaker began laughing his ass off, rolling around on the ground. "HAHA-O-Okay-HEHEHE~! I-I'll tell you everything! HAHAHAHA!!!" Sebastian smiled at their triumph and nodded to a little chipmunk on Claude's head happily.

And so Alois and Ciel continued ignorant that they'd been caught,

Elizabeth wept for losing Ciel to a tart,

Viscount Druitt wept for the plays' beauty,

Hannah wept for her Master's happiness,

Undertaker laughed, hysterically,

Queen Victoria giggled, shocked from her spider and watchdogs little 'show', for once glad her darling deceased Albert wasn't around to see,

William left disgusted, as he always did when he left somewhere demons where,

Grell left happy, planning how he would surprise William naked on his office desk (12th times he charm),

Ronald left confused, but happy for his senpie who seemed pretty happy.

Soma remained confused as to what had happened,

Agni dreaded explaining the truth to his beloved prince.

Snake and his snakes continued to look through the script for all the scenes that had happened but not been planned,

Mey-Rin went into the emergency room from severe blood loss through her nose,

Finny remained innocent and oblivious to everything as Bard had covered his eyes,

Bard tried to smoke out the image of the two young boys from his mind,

Madam tailor left with a whole new range of ideas (and fantasies),

Lau and Ran-Mao left,

Claude was left bruised and love-struck,

Sebastian became Queen of the forest,

And they all live happily ever after?

THE END~

Notes:

"Hohoho~" (Tanaka sees everything)

Was it funny!? I thought it was I'm sorry XD Remember to Kudos!

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#black butler fanfiction

[justsomeoneunordinary]

you: -tells people to send you ships-

me, literally just woke up: oh i gotta get in on this

♥️ ♥️ ♥️

sam x rhodey x tony (look...im sorry but you already know i'm unhinged about them)

sam x rhodey (samrhodeytony may hit me hard but sam and rhodey hit me Personally)

bruce x rhodey (i feel like they would be so sexy genius and soft)

wong x rhodey (idc about the mcu at this point but i think wong has become my fav in phase ??? i mean like. i just think he's neat)

loki x tony x rhodey (this one is hella new to me. woke up one day and visited my wip folder only to find a new "ironfrostmachine" tab and ngl i'm intrigued by my past self)

you just waking up 🤝 me still awake at 1am cos what even is sleep

samrhodeytony:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

yes yes yes, good ship very good ship excellent ship even. i like to pretend i invented it even tho there were already fics for them before i thought of them lol. i haven't even written anything for them, i rlly shouldn't go around pretending i invented it lol but me and writing is smth that only occurs once in a lightyear so there's that. i love each ship on its own and putting them together is like the cherry on top. can't get any better. they're such a chaotic yet intelligent trio, so many braincells between them but neither using any. and they're very hot all fucking right! i might not have written anything for them (yet) but i ship them so hardcore

samrhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i've seen infinity war, i know they're canon. they were totally making out in the background, look me in the eye and tell me they didn't you can't. no but (ex)military now avengers buds? both pilots in both jobs? these two understand each other on many different levels and they're just so damn good together. also the ANGST POTENTIAL? IN CW WHEN RHODEY FELL BC OF SAM'S SHOT, SAM PROBABLY BEING REMINDED OF RILEY??? IN IW WHERE SAM DISAPPEARS AND RHODEY IS LOOKING FOR HIM???? yeah yeah yeah this is the delicious stuff!!!

bruce x rhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

eh idk. i can see it with a1 bruce and a1 bruce only (but i also only like a1 bruce so). i can see it,,,, but it also misses spice. i think if there's a third in the mix then i'd like it better

wong x rhodey:

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

never thought of it before but this is actually bloody fucking genius and i am looking with star-shaped eyes at you. they both manage to come off as the responsible ones' of their groups but they're both little shits who just get away with anything. wong walking out of the courtroom(?) just like that and rhodey just dismissing ross in iw??? king shit. they'd be such a terrifying duo. also science x magic hell yeah! if you've got ideas send them my way!!!

ironfrostmachine: (how fucking cool is that ship name!!!)

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

i don't see loki and rhodey working together at all tbh. as a v-shaped poly ship in which tony is with both but these two are not with each other, yes that i can see somewhat-ish. but all together? no, sorry

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send me ships and i'll rate them!

#thank you for the asks! #wellbepoppinbottles #may answers

[absurdthirst]

Can you do a headcanon of all the Pedro characters for which of them can cook/favorite things to cook like breakfast, grilling, etc.

Who Can Cook/Favorite Things to Cook:

Javier: Javi can cook, he just doesn’t want to. He’s the type that eggs and toast with steak is a meal 3 times a day if he has to cook. But rarely does he have time. This man lives off of cigarettes, whiskey and a bad mood. Will love you forever if you make him a fucking hotdog. (Was half in love with Connie for feeding him when he was working late with Steve)

Ezra: Unfortunately, Ezra is not much of a cook. There is no time to be one when you are prospecting, plus you have no clue what is edible on individual planets. He would rather leave that discovery to someone else.

Mando: Do you honestly think that this hardworking, always traveling Mandalorian has taken the time to learn how to cook anything out of a package? Nope. Broth or meal pouches are the only thing this man knows how to make and he can still fuck them up. 

Frankie: Frankie can cook. This man can throw down. He loves his grill and fryer and smoker and all of that stuff. His favorite thing was when he learned you could fry a turkey. Hello new Thanksgiving tradition!!!! (except for that one time that Benny slipped a frozen turkey into the fryer) He’s honestly in love with that first huge pot of fall chili. It gets made outside on the gas burner and everyone is invited. 

Tovar: He can make an edible stew. As in you can swallow it. But don’t complain about it, he’s not exactly carrying spices beyond salt in his provisions. Can roast whatever game is caught. Don’t ask about making bread, Tovar’s bread could be used as a weapon. 

Agent Whiskey: BRISKET. This man runs a smoker. And he does all the fancy things. Jalapeño poppers wrapped in bacon and brushed with Statesman BBQ sauce. Smoked Scotch Eggs. Have you ever had smoked Mac and cheese? No, you should. That tiny little belly Whiskey has is because of the damn food he makes when he’s home for a few days and able to fire up that smoker. 

Max Phillips: 😂😂😂😂😂 Cook? You are kidding, right? Actually this man will make you a four course meal because he saw something one the cooking channel at 3AM and he was bored. That not sleeping thing works out for you. It’s pretty much whatever strikes his fancy. 

Marcus Pike: Marcus honestly doesn’t cook. He’s kind of hopeless at it. HIs sister makes fun of him for burning ramen when they were teenagers. He is one that would love to cook but he gets firmly pushed out of the kitchen during the holidays. If you cook, this man will think you walk on water. 

Oberyn Martell: Oberyn doesn’t cook. He hasn’t had to. 

Dave York: Burgers. The girls love when daddy grills burgers. He adds all kinds of special things to them. Sometimes it’s bacon and cheddar cheese, other times it’s jalapeños and a little ball of cream cheese in the center. It drives you crazy how they will eat anything Dave puts in a burger and puts in front of them but won’t eat it when you make it. There’s just something about when daddy makes hamburgers. 

Marcus Moreno: Okay, so I know we all make fun of Marcus for cracking eggs into the sink but he was preoccupied, okay? The man is actually a pretty damn decent cook. Anita Moreno did NOT raise a man who couldn’t cook for his partner or himself. His favorite things to make is strange, either Menudo or lasagna. 

Max Lord: Max can cook out of a box. We are talking typical 1980′s shit. Kraft Mac and Cheese, spaghettio’s. He is HOPELESS. Honestly, this poor man needs forehead kisses and someone to make him a healthy breakfast and hide those fucking vitamins. 

Zach Wellison: Zach is a pretty damn good cook. Honestly, he loves making breakfast most of all. Pancakes and eggs and whatever else you want. The smell mixed with fresh brewed coffee? It’s his version of heaven and he loves when you walk into the kitchen sleep soft and heavy eyed to give him a kiss. 

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Las Nevadas on a Road Trip

Las Nevadas is essentially a family on a road trip (lol). Except none of the family members really want to be there and are really only doing this because it was an annual thing that they told themselves they couldn’t miss out on.

With that thought, have this:

Quackity is the driver, with Sam riding shotgun and taking the wheel whenever Quackity has to turn around in his seat to yell at the people in the back

“Don’t make me turn this fucking car around!”

“You heard Big Q, stop fighting back there!”

“Sorry Sam-”

“Sorry Sam-”

“Why do they only listen to you??”

Big Q is a pretty decent driver, takes advantage of empty freeways, and he nearly gives Sam a heart attack everytime because “you have to obey traffic laws, they’re there for a reason”

Frequent stops to fast food restaurants and if you have to use the restroom, too bad, Q just missed the exit

Sam has control of the radio and the only one who seems to like that (read: not care) is Slimecicle

Sam is also the guardian of the snacks and if you’re hungry chances are all you’re going to get is a packet of peanuts like this is some goddamn airline

He’s also in charge of making sure Quackity doesn’t A) Drive everyone off a cliff and B) go the wrong direction for the fITH TIME, QUACKITY I SAID TO MAKE A LEFT-

That being said, man is awake the entire time and rarely takes naps at all during the trip

In the middle three seats we have Foolish, Slimecicle, and Fundy, aka: the slightly decent trio….slightly

Foolish is probably the least chaotic of the bunch, with him usually sticking to daydreaming while looking out the window or keeping Slimecicle entertained

He’s usually another one who tries to make peace with everyone in the car, when Quackity starts threatening to turn the car around, he usually is trying to stop Wilbur from firing another comment at Quackity to egg him on

He’s stuck in the seat that everyone usually gets out of so he is constantly having to get out of the car every time they make a stop

He wishes he hadn’t forgotten his earbuds really

Slimecicle is the middle, getting slime all over the car and grossing Fundy out

He’s also in a car seat because Quackity was worried (he’s in his tiny slime blob form)

Constantly asking questions which are usually answered by either Quackity or Foolish

Classic “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” troupe, has no concept of time

Quackity made Sam install a TV into the car so that they could distract him with a movie every time he starts asking too many questions (they only have Moana and Kung Fu Panda)

Fundy is sick and tired of Moana

No literally, he’s throwing up into another paper bag again because he gets car sick

Having slime boy sit next to him, gooping and what not is not helping

No matter how many times he asks to stop at the side of the road to hurl, Quackity says they aren’t stopping and Wilbur laughs

Tries to sleep it off though and spends a lot of time with his hat over his head because Purpled won’t share the shade

But too bad, he isn’t sharing the snacks that are totally not making him sick

In the back seats, we’ve got Purpled, Glatt, and Wilbur, the back seat drivers and the ones making Quackity go crazy

Purpled is spending most of his time with earbuds in his ears, blasting music at a volume that’s concerning Glatt

Occasionally he makes comments about the music Sam is playing on the radio, but he’s refusing to pass his phone up to the aux everytime Sam challenges him to do so

Like Fundy, he also isn’t sharing his snacks and has smacked Glatt at least five times since the last missed exit and Wilbur twice

“God, I wanna go home.”

“We’re almost at the hotel, just an hour away.”

“Not what I fucking meant!”

“Fucking!”

“No Purpled! Now you’ve got Slime saying shit!”

“Shit!”

“Oh my god…”

But at least he’s minding his damn business unLIKE TWO OTHER FUCKERS-

Wilbur and Glatt are essentially those fuckers in the back of the bus causing a whole bunch of trouble for everyone

For one, they won’t stop annoying Quackity from where they are and Sam does very little to really prevent them from stopping aside from a glare and a refusal to give them snacks

They’re also backseat driving; with Wilbur pointing out every mistake Quackity makes and Glatt insisting that if he were driving, they’d get there a lot sooner

Not necessarily in one piece, but it would be a lot faster

They fought over who would be the one to sit in the middle and eventually it ended up being Glatt because Wilbur said he wanted to be able to annoy Fundy from behind and Glatt supported that

They’re also playing games in the back, a mix of uno, black jack, and poker perhaps, nobody fucking knows

Wilbur’s got his feet up on Fundy’s seat and occasionally bothers him

Glatt sticks to just annoying Quackity and sometimes he messes with Slime

“Don’t be telling Slime things, Glatt. Slime don’t listen to him.”

“Relax pumpkin spice! I’m not going to teach him anything! I’m just giving him an apple!”

“GLATT!”

And yes, at one point the two of them were left on the side of the road for a period of time before Foolish forced Quackity to turn around and pick them back up

Nobody was really happy about that but it wasn’t the last time that it happened (Fundy once got accidentally left behind at a gas station)

Did I mention Glatt doing scuffed karaoke with a shitty mic whenever he gets bored? Because he does that.

Thank god Sam built this fucking vehicle because no fucking way would it have survived had it been a normal car

That’s all I’ve got for now. Some is inspiration out of my own family road trips (I’ve had a fair share of them) and others are completely just based on the characters’ and their personalities/habits.

I just thought it was a funny concept.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #las nevadas #quackity #awesamdude #fundy #slimecicle #foolish gamers #purpled #glatt #wilbur soot #dsmp headcanons #i've had this in my head for a bit now #if there's a fic out there #lemme know

[inkandpen22]

Dazed and Confused ( S1: 3/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language and violence 

Word Count: 3.1k

Part Summary: At Tina’s party, Y/N wants to forget all of her problems. Things take a turn when Billy makes a move on her, angering Steve

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Arriving at Tina’s after dropping Dustin at Mike’s, I am in much need of some good old spiked punch. I yank down my gray oversized sweatshirt some more so that it hangs low off my shoulder. As I cross the threshold into the house, the heat of the crowded living room slaps me in the face. Directly to my left, the kitchen AKA the alcohol hub. I slip between bodies and end up at the counter covered with semi-empty bottles and old plastic cups. Most importantly, a bowl of maroon punch sits in the corner. I grab a cup and make my way over. A boy stands in front of it but I reach around him and scoop up some of the mystery substance.

“What’s in this?” I hear a voice holler behind me.

I turn around to answer but freeze when I realize it’s Nancy. She stares at me equally stunned. My face falls, this is awkward. Seriously universe? I couldn’t have at least one drink before bumping into her?

Steve appears behind her looking slick as ever in his black sunglasses and matching blazer.

“Everclear is my guess,” I answer, acting civil.

She nods timidly, “thanks…”

I step out of her way so she can get some of her own. Steve’s head travels up and down slowly with a blank expression. I can’t see his eyes but I assume he’s studying my costume. A gray oversized sweatshirt that hangs off the shoulder, red heels, matching earrings, and some shorts, though they’re unnoticeable. I can feel him starring me down through those stupid Ray-Bans. Silently, I beg for him to not bring up our encounter in the parking lot. All I wish for tonight is to drown out reality and try to forget. He’s a human ticking time bomb. The tension between us could be cut with a knife.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you are?” Nancy jumps in, forcing me to break my staring contest with her boyfriend.

I open my mouth to answer but Steve beats him to it.

“Flashdance,” he answers for me. “It’s one of her favorites.”

He acts distant, unattached, distracted by the party but I see right through it. There’s something he’s not saying. He says things like this as if it’s common knowledge. A random person wouldn’t describe my eyes as Y/E/C but gray depending on the lighting. One minute, he calls my eyes beautiful and the next he’s starring me down like a disapproving parent. The hell Harrington?!

Nancy gushes, apparently she and I are okay all of a sudden, despite early today with the whole Barb thing. Plus, I think she’s already been drinking for awhile so buzzed Nancy is fun Nancy.

“That’s so cute! You look hot!” She pulls me into a hug.

Over her shoulder, I glimpse up at Steve as he lifts his glasses to rest of his head. His brown eyes threaten to expose my upset from earlier. I get that he’s pissed about my neglect for my feelings. He wants to talk about what was wrong but right now we’re at a party and parties aren’t meant for depressing conversations.

“Let’s go dance!” Nancy suggests, already tugging me into the living room.

Steve calls after her but she ignores him. He follows behind us through the crowd with a groan. In the center of the living room, Nancy stops and turns to me with a bright grin. She cheers as she tosses her head back.

“Woohoo!” She laughs.

This is what I wanted, normalcy. We’re surrounded by our friends, drinking, dancing, being stupid! We did this before everything so why can’t we do it now? Perhaps after tonight, everything will fall back into place.

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On my third game of flip-cup, I’m beyond buzzed. In fact, when I walk I float. I’m on cloud nine. Here, this carefree and lively state is exactly where I wanted to be. Naturally, I’m competitive and amazing at drinking games so I finish my third game with yet another win. I cheer as Tommy from algebra hands me a cup of who knows what as my reward.

“Hey there beautiful,” a husky voice greets from behind me.

I spin around and kind of become dizzy from the action but catch myself.

It’s Billy.

“Hey hottie,” I smirk.

He snickers and closes the space between us to whisper in my ear. “How about you and I go somewhere a little more private?”

That’s a nice thought. He is cute. His ass could have its own zip code. Plus, he has no shirt on under that leather jacket, hello washboard like abs. His California tanned skin glistens under a thin layer of sweat. Damn, he’s a human Ken doll.

He’s no Steve though. Wait… what? I don’t think of Steve like that. Why would I think that? Um, yeah, that’s a no! Then again, Steve is always there for me. Sometimes it can be annoying how he’s always there. It means he cares but I don’t want to dump all of my drama on him. Then, he gets upset when I don’t open up. I hate it when I hurt him. I love him so much that when he’s in pain so am I.

“Okay,” I blurt out without truly thinking.

“Cool,” I hear him whisper as he takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the stairs across the room.

Wait, what? What am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t like Billy. He treats Steve like shit. If anything I should kick his pretty ass. Though if I tried he’d probably murder me.

I glance down at his hand engulfing mine. It’s all rough and twice the size of my own. If we make it upstairs, it’ll be just him and I. I’ll be defenseless. I may be drunk but I’m not oblivious. My intuition is still working and it’s screaming for me to pull my shit together.

“Hey Billy? I don’t think…” I press my heels into the floor, slowing him down just as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Aggressively, he whips around and purposefully towers over me to act intimidating. “What? Now, you’re saying no? Are you messing me? Playing with me!” He accuses.

I shake my head dramatically, “no! No, that’s not what-”

“Oh, so you still want to do this,” he presses.

Too impatient for an answer, he continues up the stairs. The grip he has on me has shifted up to my wrist. I attempt to tug myself free but fear dislocating it, his strength is too great. I stumble up the stairs behind me and I startle to feel dizzy. I think it’s safe to say I’ve had too much.

“No,” I whine, “I don’t want to! Stop! Please! I don’t want to! No!”

“Hey!” A booming voice echoes from the bottom of the stairs.

Rapid footsteps approach from behind me and a rush of relief consumes me when Steve appears beside me. He places a protective hand on my back.

“What the hell is going here?” He directs at Billy, taking note of his fist wrapped around my wrist.

“Nothing that concerns you, Harrington. Y/N and I were just heading upstairs.” He jolts his hand forward, causing me to traveling with it.

Steve instantly pries Billy’s hand from my body. Then, shoves him in the back, flying him forward to land with his ass on the stairs. “Don’t you ever touch her again! You hear me?!” He sneers. His face turns this deep red as he pants angrily.

The two start bickering but I can’t keep up. I see three Steves and a couple Billys shouting in each other’s faces. I lean against the railing unsteadily and slide down to sit on the steps. My eyes suddenly feel very heavy.

“I’m going to go to bed now,” I announce to no one in particular.

I decide to get some rest and shut my eyes. It’s okay, Steve’s here. He’ll protect me.

I’m not sure how much time has past when I hear Tommy and some of the other basketball boys come to break up the fight.

“Come on Y/N,” I hear Steve whisper to me, “let’s get you home.”

Feeling as light as a feather, I’m picked up like a sleepy child off the ground. For a moment, I fall asleep again. I rest my head on his chest and ponder the rare opportunity to sleep without being afraid of being eaten by a monster.

“Y/N?” I hear someone repeatedly call my name. “Y/N, wake up!”

I ease open my eyes and at first my vision is blurry but then they eventually adjust. Steve glances down at me as he we cross the threshold hold to the front yard.

“You smell like sunshine and all things exquisite,” I mumble to myself, adjusting myself in his arms to curl closer to his warmth.

“Even when hammered you still manage to be a walking thesaurus,” he teases.

Opps, he heard me. Oh well, I wasn’t lying. He smells like vanilla, the ocean, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Goosebumps course over my skin as a brisk October breeze hits me. I shiver slightly and Steve holds me closer.

“We’re almost to my car. I’ll turn on the heat high. You’re okay,” he promises calmly.

Playing the hero, Steve places me into the passenger seat gently and straps me in. I toss my head to the side and rest my eyes again. He shuts the door for me before jogging to the driver’s side. The car drowns out the sound of chaos coming from the party and creates a sense of security. Steve slides behind the wheel and for some reason I choose now to act reasonable.

“Have you been drinking? If so, you shouldn’t drive,” I state like a health textbook.

He chuckles, popping in the keys. “I’m sober. Promise.”

“That’s nice. Good to know,” I yawn.

The last thing I can remember of the ride home is Steve turning on the car.

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I wake up silently as Steve pulls up in front of my house. He’s unaware of my stare as he finishes parking and turning off the car.

“Hazel,” I tell him, announcing my woken state.

He looks to me with scrunched eyebrows, all confused. It’s cute when he does that. He’s cute. Geez, what the heck am I saying? He’s dating my best friend! Steve is Steve and Katherine, we don’t mix, at least that way.

“What?” He questions, turning to face me.

“Your eyes… they’re hazel…” I repeat softly with a yawn. “But, it really depends on the lighting.”

He snickers, and astonished expression blesses his features. The subtle blush forming on his cheeks makes me smile to see him all bashful because of my comment. He has no idea how gorgeous we truly is, inside and out. He glances down at his lap, at his hands fidgeting with a button on his jacket, then back up at me with hooded eyes.

“See, right now!” I point out, “they’re a dark brown like a burnt caramel, basically black. When you’re really focused on a task or upset about something, they go dark. Then, when you’re really happy or excited, they turn to a light hazel… like seaglass. It’s how I can tell if something’s bothering you. You don’t even have to tell me half the time. All I have to do is look into your eyes and I know,” I state a matter-of-factly with a light snicker.

I shift you see him directly and tuck a few strands of my hair away from my face. He watches my every move patiently, eagerly, for me to say something more, anything. I can’t speak for him but my heart won’t stop racing. Is it possible to have stage fright in a conversation? I feel like a mannequin, on display. Nervously, I twirl my hair at the ends and find myself unable to meet his gaze anymore.

“Your pupils are rarely small,” I add quietly. “They’re usually really big and take up most of your eye giving off the illusion they’re black. One thing that never changes is…”  I make a circle with my finger in front of my eye to demonstrate, “is the gold rim around each of them.” I lower my hand into my lap and play with the end of my sweatshirt. “That’s my favorite part… ” I confess timidly.

I wouldn’t be saying these things if I were sober. I wish he would say something, anything. He must think I’m crazy. He finds me with Billy heading up stairs. I can only imagine what he must think of me now. Embarrassed beyond belief and sobering up, I excuse myself.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I unbuckle myself. “See you Monday!”

Swiftly, I climb out of the car. As I walk toward my front door, I curse myself for acting so stupid! Geez, what was I thinking? ‘The gold rim around each of them, that’s my favorite part!’ What kind of mushy, guhsy, marshmallow fluff is that? Ew! If he never spoke to me again I would judge that as completely reasonable! He has a girlfriend! He’s taken! Completely off limits! Why did I spew out this creepy nonsense to him like a total idiot? I’m not some lovesick teenage girl! I’m going to go to my room, put in some Guns N’ Roses, and just scream into my pillow all weekend! It sounds like an excellent plan to me because I just ruined my friendship with Steve forever! Add Nancy to that list because once he fills her in on what I said I’ll lose both of them!

“Y/N!” He calls after me.

I ignore it as I march faster toward the door. He’s only going to call me crazy because I was acting crazy!

“Y/N, wait!” He repeats as I hear him shut the car door and run toward me.

“Goodnight, Steve!” I urge him away without turning around.

His footsteps speed up until they come to a halt directly behind me. I reach for the door handle, my freedom. Desperately, he grips my forearm and steps in front of me, blocking the front door.

“Look, could you just slow down for a sec?” He yells at me as he pants to catch his breath.

“No! I can’t slow down! I just want to go inside, get in my pajamas, and forget tonight ever happened! Alright? Now, excuse me,” I gesture for him to get out of the way.

Reluctantly, paired with an overly dramatic eye roll, he steps aside. Despite wanting his to leave, I thank him quietly for cracking open the front door slowly, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Nance and I broke up…” Steve drops on me.

My heart leaps and I stop dead in my tracks. Unsure of what to do or say, I remain still in the doorway and wait for him to say more.

“She never loved me,” he explains with a heartbroken tone. “At least… I don’t think she did…”

Shit. Please don’t tell me that, Harrington. It only makes me want you more. He’s always so close but too far out of reach. I care about him more than anything but he’ll never mine. I’m just the friend.

I spin on my heels and offer him a sympathetic smile, “would you like to come in?”

He nods, clearly miserable. I step aside, allowing him in. After shutting the door behind us, I warn him to be quiet so we don’t wake my parents. He nods slowly and slips his hand into mine. Never breaking eye contact with me, he leads the way through the moonlit house toward my room. His platonic touch is so blissful, I can only imagine what it feels like otherwise.

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Steve and I sit on my bed in our usual positions with my record player going quietly. He lounges like a patient in therapy and me, acting as his therapist, criss-cross beside him. He explains everything. He describes how drunk Nancy got and how he followed her to the bathroom. It was there they got into a fight. She admitted feeling guilty for the loss of Barb. Then, she called all of it bullshit. Us acting like carefree teenagers, never telling Barb’s parents the truth, her love for Steve, all of it is bullshit. He asked Jonathan to take her home and that’s when he stumbled upon me and Billy.

Watching Steve relive it all and hearing the pain in his voice breaks my heart. How could Nance do this to him? I get that she’s going through something, we all are. I’m by no means normal. I’m hiding everything for Pete’s sake! I haven’t been myself for over a year. Steve was just now becoming truly happy again! He was putting on a brave face for Nancy for so long! Now, she crushed it. She crushed him.

I reach and place my hand over his as they rest intertwined on his stomach. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”

“I really loved her. At least, I think I did. I don’t know anymore. I thought she loved me too.”

“I did too,” I tell him honestly.

He glances away from the ceiling down to me, “what can I do?”

I wish I knew the answer. I wish there was a way I could take away his pain. Yet, I have nothing. I shrug, “I’m not entirely sure. I think you should at least talk to her.

Tomorrow, of course, when she’s sobered up. Perhaps, she was just drunk and didn’t mean what she said. She wasn’t in the proper mindset.”

“So I shouldn’t take what she said to heart?”

“Well, there’s also the argument that drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Does the same go for you?” He snickers.

I laugh, “sometimes.”

“So you don’t like the gold in my eyes? I thought it was your favorite part?” He smirks, turning to lay on his side and face me. My hand would’ve fallen off his hadn’t he flipped his over to catch it.

Ugh, he’s such a sneaky jerk! His cheeky smirk only grows with my silence. Warmth rushes to my cheeks as I bashfully hide my face.

“Yeah… about that…” I laugh nervously, “let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Should I forget that you also said I smell like sunshine and everything exquisite?” He adds to the torment.

I groan, tossing my head back. This must count as torture. “Preferably, yes,” I request shortly.

We share a laugh at my annoyed reaction. He’s impossible! Even he should be mopping he still manages to tease me!

A comfortable silence fills the air and I stare down at the pillow in my lap as I play with the lettering on it.

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[wingsofkpop]

NSFW Alphabet - Yang Jeongin (m)

A - Aftercare

Despite being on the more inexperienced side, I think Jeongin is responsible enough to know that aftercare is a must following sex, whether it be making sure you both are properly hydrated or helping you change the bed sheets. Because he’s usually babied by his members, this sweet boy treasures each moment he’s able to take care of you for a change though he won’t say no if you request to be the bigger spoon for a night or two.

B - Body Part

Seeing as our dear maknae has apparently gotten buff somewhere over the years, he likely takes pride in his biceps and arms in general as he damn well should. We’ll go more in depth about it later, but let’s just say Innie likes to use his strength in more ways than one… Moving on, Jeongin will never not be a fan of your neck. Mans has a bit of a marking tendency, but hormones aside, Jeongin’s in love with your scent, which seems to be more pungent around thah area. Plus, the crook of your neck also makes a good hiding place when he’s shy.

C - Cum

The only place this man’s cumming is in a condom. He may not be a baby anymore, but he doesn’t want any other baby Jeongins showing up anytime soon. Changbin is already a handful enough as it is…

D - Dirty Secret

Now it’s a bit out of the element here, but Jeongin sometimes gets tired of being coddled by his members. That being said, he’s had some fantasies about proving his growness—fantasies that may or may not include getting caught eating you out until you’re a literal puddle by Chan or Hyunjin, or maybe fucking you into the wall just in time for Changbin or Seungmin to walk through the door. Not wanting to disrespect you or anything, he prefers to keep these thoughts to himself… just don’t ask questions if he starts to get a little handsy during movie nights with the other boys.

E - Experience

Like most of the younger Stray Kids members, I don’t think he has too much sexual experience. He’s probably made out with a girl or two over the years, maybe felt her up a bit, but that’s as far as his hands-on exploration goes. Even so, he probably has a general idea of how things are supposed to go, generously provided by stories from his members and the wonders of porn.

F - Favorite Position

Due to his lack of sexual practice, Jeongin probably has not found his all-time favorite position just yet. He’s eager to try everything he possibly can, so expect to be blown away literally every time y’all do the do.

G - Goofy

Jeongin doesn’t mind getting a little silly during sex every once and a while, but he also knows that a more sensual, serious mood is needed too. The first few times will definitely be more casual and light-hearted, kept alive by his playful grin and mischevious fingers. But even as you two begin to become more mature, that same youthful atmosphere will remain, making it feel like the first time every time.

H - Hair

He probably just lets it do it’s own thing honestly. As long as it doesn’t get too unruly, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

I - Intimacy

Seeing he’s likely never been in a serious relationship before you, he’s all about the ideal, romantic aspect of love making. And while there won’t necessarily be rose petals and silk sheets every time you guys have sex, he knows how to make you feel loved and wanted with just his touch alone. Eye contact is also a huge must for Jeongin—he needs to see your face in the moment, to watch the pleasure overtake your body as he brings you to a headspace only few have the privilege to witness. It may sound cheesy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he has a secret plan to marry you one day, already knowing you’re his forever person.

J - Jack Off

Innie is young, so it’s no surprise his hormones are a bit on the overwhelming side at times. For him, getting off largely depends on if and when he has a moment to himself, which is quite rare between his busy schedule and lack of privacy in the dorm. That being said, he probably masturbates no more than three times a week. If that.

K - Kink

Alright hoes, I’m gonna start this off by saying Jeongin damn well has some sort of strength kink. We’ve all seen the size of those arms. Now he wouldn’t necessarily manhandle you, but if the moment requires him to pick you up by your thighs, or maybe pin your wrists to the bed cause you’re getting a little too frisky, then a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also has a HUGE thing when you get all dressed up for him, whether it be in a dress/suit or a lingerie set. Some other honorable mentions of his include marking, praise, and the occasional teasing.

L - Location

Please, please, PLEASE let this man take you against the wall, or anywhere that lets him show off his strength. He turns into some type of beast, I swear—Bonus points if y’all have the dorm to yourselves, because then he will literally take you against every single surface…

M - Motivation

The second you compliment him, this man will be literal putty in your hands. He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you praise him for his stage performances or MV scenes. And don’t let him catch you watching his fancams… or else prepared to get dicked into next year~

N - NO

BDSM is completely off the table for Jeongin. While he doesn’t mind trying something new every so often, he’s just not comfortable treading into the kind of intense territory that would require use of a safe word. He’s also just not a fan of power dynamics in general.

O - Oral

Sorry fam, oral is just not it for Jeongin. It’s nothing against you, he just doesn’t prefer blow jobs because of his tendency to finish too early, and he’d much rather practice other methods of foreplay to get you both off.

P - Pace

In the beginning stages of your relationship, Innie used to utilize a rapid, sloppy pace. After obtaining more experience, his stroke game is much, much better and more fluid, though he sometimes tends to revert back to an awkward pace when he’s close to climax. But like everyone, his skill and confidence will grow more over time.

Q - Quickie

The only time he’ll settle for a quickie is if he’s completely and totally desperate for your touch. But even then, he needs to be sure your session will take place in an environment that is both private and isolated from any other people. But once he’s comfortable and secure, he’ll drive you into the nearest wall with no further hesitation whatsoever.

R - Risk

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. While the idea of getting caught makes him feel all the things, Jeongin would rather not risk anyone actually walking in on you two when you’re being less than innocent. Especially his members, because if they do, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

S - Stamina

He’s got pretty decent stamina. Jeongin can usually go for some foreplay and maybe two rounds depending on how exhausted he is from his schedule. Then again, on days he is a bit more on the tired side, he wouldn’t mind sitting back and letting you do most the work.

T - Toy

The most curious boy omg. Innie’s experience with toys probably stems from porn and the dark side of Reddit, so he’ll be utterly fascinated if you own any nifty gadgets of your own. And while I don’t think he’d actively shop for sex toys, he doesn’t mind spicing things up in the bedroom with a couple vibrators, restraints, or sensation play objects.

U - Unfair

Don’t let his adorable facade fool you—this boy can be the WORST tease on any given day. He’s the type of lover that will suggestively trail his hands across your breasts and thighs, then act all innocent when you call him out. Jeongin is also an expert in getting you to tell him what he wants to hear. For example, “You want me to make you cum, baby? How exactly do you want me to do that?…”

V - Volume

Honestly, this man is a moaning machine. And you may hear some cute little whimpers and whines in that mix too… At first, he was probably a bit bashful to make any noise in that context, but after some coaxing and needed praise from you, he’ll never try to be silent again.

W - Wild Card

Let me set the scene for you: You and Innie watching some horribly budgeted rom-com you found on Netflix, and literally just making fun of the entire movie. That is, until the two main leads start making out in the back of a car. Oh, this shuts you both right up, especially when clothes start coming off and the car windows begin to steam up. The scene ends eventually, but this awkward, sexually tense silence still remains between you and Jeongin, and when you look to your blushing lover, you find him poorly attempting to cover his raging hard on. Then, he clears his throat and cutely stutters, “S-So… You wanna… you know?…”

X - X-ray

He’s a bit below average: 4.5-5 inches. But he’s got some thickness to his name.

Y - Yearning

As already mentioned, Innie tends to hold back in regards to his sexual needs for fear of coming across as a horn dog. You two probably do the nasty at least once a week, but I guarantee you can raise that number if you sit your boyfriend down and explain the concept of a mutually beneficial relationship huehuehue.

Z - ZZZzzz

If there’s one thing that Jeongin loves most in the world, it’s being in your arms after a long and stressful day. Whether or not you choose to end the night with an orgasm or two, he’ll settle himself atop your body, using your breasts as his own personal pillows, and just let his tension melt away in the comforting warmth of your touch. And though he’d never admit it, sometimes he doesn’t really mind being babied after all…

#i honestly cant believe i actually wrote this... #wtf did this kid grow up?!? #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids smut imagines #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader smut #kpop smut

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Gonna Smoke You Out - Part 1

Gonna Smoke You Out - Part 1 Rating: T Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Series summary: No good deed goes unpunished

Warnings: Obsession. Stalking. Violence. Swearing. Abusive family mention. Implied toxic relationship. Darker fic.

His ears are ringing.

People are screaming around him. Dust billows up in the air as chunks of buildings fall. Someone shoves past him and for a moment, he forgets where he is. He looks around, seeing desert instead of city and he reaches for a weapon that’s not there. Something is shaking him before he feels himself being pulled down. Billy flinches back into the present.

“Hey! Come on! We can’t stay here!”

She’s right. He moves, following the woman still holding on to his arm as she leads them down to the nearest subway entrance. It’s not what he would have picked.

The ground rumbles and he catches the woman flinching but she doesn’t stop. They’re not the only ones trying to run for cover. People swarm around them and he moves automatically, catching her from falling down the stairs as someone bumps into her.

“Thanks,” she says but doesn’t look back. She pauses to look around when they reach the bottom before she’s pulling him to follow her further into the station, away from the entrances and closer to the tunnel. He doesn’t know who she is, or why she’s insisting he follow her, just like he’s not entirely sure why he does.

Finally, she stops. It’s closer to the end of the platform. Everyone else is congregated near the stairs, hoping for a quick exit if they have to leave.

“Not the best choice, but bomb shelters usually are underground so I figured it worked. Sorry about the dragging,” she says. “You look a bit stunned. Figured I’d help get you out of the way. You don’t have to stick around.” She peers at him for a second. “Shit, you’re bleeding. Hold on.”

The emergency lights flicker before they go out as another boom goes off above ground.

He can’t make out the details of her face. It might be the concussion along with the darkness. It’s not the first one he’s had. He catches whiffs of her perfume, something vanilla and sweet as she looks around. She finally sighs and he sees her silhouette move, pulling off her shirt.

“Not ideal,” she says, “but at least it’ll stop the blood flow. Head wounds always look worse than they are. You’ll be fine.” She folds the shirt and presses it against his head. He’s far too used to bleeding. He doesn’t even feel it.

“Thanks,” he says. It’s the first thing he’s said to her.

“No problem. We gotta help each other out, right?”

Billy doesn’t agree. His life, outside of the army, has been a series of moments where he’s needed to look after himself. Survival of the fittest. Still, he answers. “Right.”

Another rumble above them.

“Christ,” she mutters. “You know, I had said to myself I needed a little more excitement in my life. Aliens falling from the sky was not what I meant.” She gives a small laugh. “Live and learn I guess.”

“Not your fault,” he says. “Unless you invited them.”

“Oh sure,” she agrees. “Called them up on the communications device I have hidden at home and invited them for coffee. Really just wanted to spice up everyone’s day.”

“Should have sent them somewhere else.”

“Well, there’s only so much I can control,” she jokes. There is a pause and he feels her shift closer. “I think you’re still bleeding. I’d use my cell but the damn thing was already broken before now. The screen doesn’t really light up. Who knows if it’s even working now.”

“Why not buy a new one?”

“Sure, with all the money I have. Bigger things to worry about now, don’t you think?” They sit together in the dark and all he can focus on is the smell of vanilla mixing with the copper scent of his blood and the way this woman is still there, pressing her shirt to his head and trying to make sure he’s okay.

“Hey, still with me?”

“Yeah,” he answers.

“Alright. Talk to me, stay awake, okay? Least until we can get you to a hospital or something. Maybe find a doctor.”

“I’m fine,” he says.

“Sure, that’s why you’re still bleeding.”

“It’s a concussion.” he reaches up and touches the side of his head. He doesn’t remember getting hit, but it’ll come back. The area is tender and still bleeding, but he’s pretty sure nothing’s broken. “It’ll fade.”

“Yeah, unless you have an aneurysm or something. Look, it’s not like we’re doing anything else. Just talk to me. Tell me about yourself. And stop touching your head!”

He pulls his hand back. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, but anything is better than thinking about what’s outside. You can call me LC.”

“Elsie?”

“No, the letters. LC.”

“What’s that stand for?”

“If I wanted people to use my name, I wouldn’t give initials, now would I?”

“It’s two letters.”

“All names are letters. You got a problem with my name? What’s yours?”

“Billy.”

“Well, Billy, what were you doing today before aliens decided to prove they existed?”

“I had a meeting.”

“Well, not anymore I’d wager. I was on my way to work. Least this way I don’t have to deal with customers.” She lets out another small laugh but it sounds forced. “Little things, right?”

“Right,” he says automatically. He can’t stop thinking about the way she’s still holding on to him, pressing the shirt against his head and making sure he’s okay. He could take over, tell her he’s fine, but he doesn’t. He sits with his back against the wall and just lets her touch him. Her thumb is stroking the skin by his temple. He’s not even sure she’s aware that she’s doing it, but the feeling is more soothing than he’ll admit. “What do you do?” he asks. Just to get her to keep talking.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you were on your way to work.”

“Well, can’t be a bad sign that you remember short-term things. As for work, same thing as most of the people in this city. Nothing exciting.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Didn’t know I had to.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asks.

“You going to tell me where you work?” she quips back. “I’m guessing Wall Street.”

He laughs but the motion of it sends his head ringing. He stops just as quickly. “Not wall street.”

“It’s the suit,” she said. “Looked expensive when I saw you outside.”

“Why’d you stop?” he asks, suddenly wanting to know. “You helped me. Why?”

There’s silence from the woman in front of him. “You looked like you needed it. Besides, no one else was. Least I could do was get you to move.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Would you rather I let you get squished by aliens? By all means, I’ll remember that next time.” She moves the shirt slightly, pressing it back to his head at a different angle. “I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t help you get somewhere safe and I like my conscience clean, thanks.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. If he admits he doesn't much listen to his conscience these days he’ll push her away. She’d be crazy not to ditch him. He’s not ready for that.

They sit in silence and he focuses on the sound of her breathing, the warmth of her hand, the slight hitch indicates she’s scared or trying not to cry, even if she doesn’t show it. There’s a crash above them and people scream as pieces of the ceiling fall. Billy moves automatically, pulling her towards him and covering her. She curls up tighter, arms over both of their heads until it stops. They both pause as it dies down, waiting until there’s nothing else falling before they move back. Billy finds himself reluctant to let go.

“They don’t tell you about that in history,” she says lightly. It’s as forced as her laugh before.

“It’s fine,” he tells her. “The concrete around the subway should hold, regardless of what’s up there.” Unless the government decides to deal with the threat by going nuclear. He doesn’t say that though. “We’ll get out of this.” He’ll ensure it. Somehow.

“Yeah. I mean, someone’s obviously doing something. Otherwise, we’d all be rounded up by now and probed.”

“Probed?”

“That’s what they say in all the alien movies. And tabloids. Don’t think Bat Boy is going to save us though.”

“Bat boy?”

“You need to get out more. Read the ridiculous things people claim. Better entertainment than tv sometimes.”

“I don’t watch tv.”

“Alright, Wall Street. Sounds boring but you do you.” There’s a pause before she asks. “You think this will be over soon?”

“Yeah,” he answers. He doesn’t want it to be. He’d like to see her face, know who he’s talking to but he doesn’t necessarily want to leave yet. Not when she’s still so close.

“Me too. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. What about you? Are you okay?”

She sighs and shifts. He feels her leg press against his. “I’m okay.” He reaches up and covers her hand that’s holding her shirt. She’s trembling slightly.

“Sit,” he tells her. “I can hold it. I’m sure the bleeding’s stopped.”

“Be easier if I could see it,” she says, but she lets him take the shirt and she sits down next to him.

“You cold?” he asks, realizing she stripped for him. Literally gave up the shirt off her back. He didn't know people actually did that.

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe her. He moves her shirt, putting it down so he can shift forward and take off his jacket.

“Woah, slow down!” she says, reaching for him. “You don’t know what actually might be hurt.”

He ignores her, removing his outer layer before handing it to her. “Here. Put this on.”

“I can’t take this.”

“You gave me your shirt as a compress. Put the jacket on.”

“Sheesh, alright.” she takes it from him. He can’t see her well but he feels her move to put it on. “Thank you.”

She leans back against the wall next to him. He hears the people around them, further off. None of the others decided to wade this far into the darkness by the tunnels, instead, they remained crowded by the little light that seeps in from the entrance and the two of them are alone.

“So...where were you headed before War of the Worlds started up there? I mean, you said a meeting but aside from that.” There’s a pause before she continues. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want.”

“It was a meeting to obtain a contract for my company.”

“Fancy. At least they’ll understand why you didn’t make it. Know what you’re going to eat after this?”

He considers her question. “Are you asking me out?”

She laughs. It’s more genuine this time. “No. Just curious. The whole near-death thing puts stuff into perspective, doesn’t it? Got to enjoy life. So, favourite food?”

“I don’t know.” He hasn’t thought about food through this whole thing, though now that she’s brought it up, he realizes he’s hungry. “Pizza maybe.”

“Classic New York,” she says. “I’m going to get sushi.”

“Sushi?”

“Yeah. I love it. Especially when the fish is fresh enough? I mean, we’re right by the ocean so it’s not hard to find.”

“It’s raw fish.”

“It’s delicious.”

“It’s fish.”

“I know. Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind of sushi. There’s all sorts. Just go with someone who likes it and maybe you’ll surprise yourself.”

“Maybe.”

“There’s a great place in Brooklyn. I can’t remember the name, it’s on Bedford and also has an initial. If you’re ever around there, go there.”

“That where you live?”

“You really expect me to answer that?” She’s smart. He’ll give her that. Silence falls between them again. “You think they hit the design institute? If they destroyed my final project, I’m going to jerk a knot in each of their tails.”

“How old are you?” suddenly curious. She mentioned working. He didn’t think she’d be in school.

“Older than my teeth, and slightly younger than my tongue.” She doesn’t elaborate.

The other people are getting restless. They can hear them swearing when calls don’t go through as they try to reach loved ones. Some are fearing the worst, their crying echoing through the tunnels. Others are arguing. Some want to go fight. He scoffs inwardly. It’s always those who haven’t seen war who are the most eager to join.

One sound cuts through it all. Someone is playing some game on their phone at full volume. There’s a moment of silence until someone yells “Really!?!?” The volume drops instantly.

He considers the woman next to him.

“You want to call anyone?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and offers it to her. It lights up and he catches a glimpse of her face, pouty lips and ash-covered hair before she covers it and pushes it back to him. It’s not enough. He wants to see all of her.

“I’m good.”

“You don’t have anyone you want to call? Let them know you’re alright?”

“I don’t see you calling anyone either, Wall Street,” she snaps.

Before he can even try to apologize, there’s movement. He turns to see people leaving the subway. Someone calls out: “It’s over!”

He stands up and offers to pull the woman to her feet. She gets up by herself and they move together towards the crowd. She passes him quickly, only pausing to call back.

“Go get your head checked out, Wall Street!”

He tries to catch her, to follow where she walks but she's small and blends into the ash-covered crowd easily and he’s shoved out of the way when he doesn’t move fast enough. He loses her before he even knows her name.

Billy pauses once he makes it outside. He looks around but the rubble and people moving around slowly don’t give him a clue.

No matter. He has her shirt, her name and enough clues that he can find her. He will find her.

It’s not easy to move through the city after an alien attack. People are either on edge or helping each other. She makes it though. It takes a while until she’s deep in Washington Heights before she feels safe enough to find a payphone.

She presses *67 to block the number before she dials. She tenses, ready to hang up quickly depending on who answers.

“Hello?” An old woman’s voice.

“I’m okay,” she says quickly. “I’m okay.”

There’s a choked sound, an attempt to muffle a cry before she hears a man’s voice coming from somewhere behind the old woman.

“Who’s on the phone?”

She hangs up.

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[droopycoquette]

Perfect || Wooyoung x reader

Summary: Wooyoung does something. Now you're mad at him.

Warnings: fluff, Wooyoung being a little shit, feelings of hangriness

Word count: 1343 words

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You sprinkled some cumin into a bowl, you were attempting to make BBQ wraps and right now you were working on the seasonings. As you read the ingredients off the recipe book you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hey Wooyoung," you called as you rinsed your hands. "What time is it?"

"Um, 3:30," he called back. "Why?"

"I just want to know," you answered as you came up behind him sitting on the couch.

"How're the wraps coming along," he asked, craning his neck to see you.

“I would say that they’re coming along nicely, although I might be biased,” you joked.

“I want to see,” he concluded before jumping up and going to the kitchen with you hot on his trail.

“Wait up, please don’t touch anything,” you called out.

“Okay okay. Jeez chill,” he chastised.

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have a walking tornado as a boyfriend,” you muttered under your breath as you finally caught up to him.

“What spices are you using,” he asked as he picked up a spice.

“I just told you not to touch anything,” you deadpanned, reaching for the container in his hand.

“Why the hell are you putting cinnamon in BBQ wraps?”

“I accidentally mistook the cinnamon for the paprika. The containers look similar, now give it back before you spill it,” you informed him, plucking the spice away from him. “Now, go back to whatever you were watching and leave me and this poor kitchen alone.”

“But I don’t want to,” Wooyoung pouted before hopping on the counter and grabbing the bowl of thinly sliced beef.

“Wooyoung,” you barked as you finally set everything down.

“I’m just holding it,” he smirked.

You sighed, deciding to ignore him and go back to mixing the spice together so you could finally marinate the meat.

You sprinkled some more salt after adding chili powder, knowing how much Wooyoung liked spicy foods.

“You need more chili powder than that,” he whispered into your ear.

You jumped up, the shock from how fast Wooyoung moved still paralyzing you for split second. Wooyoung took the opportunity to snatch the chili powder away from you.

“Wooyoung,” you growled trying to take the spice away from him.

He held his hand out to keep you at arm’s length and he began to laugh while shaking the container over the bowl of mixed spices.

“You’re not the only one eating the food, you dumbass! Cut. It. Out!”

He looked at you and saw you walking towards him and so he turned to run. And in doing so, knocked the red plastic bowl off of the counter which landed on the floor with a huge thump. The scent of sriracha, mixed spices, and cooking wine filled the air, burning your noses and making your eyes water.

“Oh shit,” he frowned. “I’m so-”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, inwardly seething.

You had already had a long day and had hoped to calm yourself by cooking a new recipe you had found. But, now that that was ruined you could feel all the stress of the day building and boiling in your stomach.

“I’m just going to set this here,” he stuttered, setting the container of chili powder onto the counter and bending over to clean up. “Is there anythin-?”

“Get out of the fucking kitchen,” you growled trying to contain your anger and not yell.

“Yes Ma’am,” he sighed before sulking away to your room.

“God damn it,” you whined as you grabbed some paper towels.

There was no more chili powder or gochujang, you had used the last of it on this recipe so you couldn’t attempt to remake it. You huffed as you felt the slight singe in your nose making you back up.

“Fucking hate this,” you muttered to yourself as you walked around trying to find a mask. “I’m never letting Wooyoung into the kitchen ever again.”

Eventually, you got the spices off the floor but the smell lingered in the air making your stomach rumble and your mouth water. You had never been more hangry in your life.

“Baby,” Wooyoung whispered as he peeked his head around the corner.

You turned around to face him, a scowl etched onto your face.

“Oh, y-you’re still mad,” he stuttered embarrassed.

“What do you think,” you growled, hunger getting the best of you.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Wooyoung smiled and bolted to the door.

“Are you Wooyoung,” someone asked. “The beef bulgogi and tteokboki?”

“Yes, that’s me,” Wooyoung answered.

Your ears perked up when you heard the man’s words.

“Thank you, bye,” Wooyoung called as he shut the door.

Wooyoung rounded the living room and made his way to the kitchen to set the bags of food on the table. However, your pride stopped you from moving from your spot on the couch. Your boyfriend unboxed the food and smirked as the scent wafted through the air making your stomach hurt.

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath before shifting into a new position, shoving your face into the couch’s cushions to block out the scent of meat and spicy rice cakes. “I fucking hate this.”

“Babe,” Wooyoung called out.

“Leave me alone,” you muttered.

Wooyoung picked up the box of meat and walked over to where you were sitting.

“Baby,” Wooyoung sang as he waved the box around near your head.

You groaned as the scent wafted up into your nose.

“Stop, I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“Is it working,” he smirked as he sat next to you, setting the box of food on the table near the couch.

“Hmf,” you huffed as you turned away from him.

Wooyoung laid next to you and wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck and placed light pecks there. His soft lips caressed your skin, each kiss was an apology.

“I’m sorry, jagi. I really am and I’m trying to make it up to you,” he huffed back at you.

You turned around to face him.

“I forgave you a long time ago I just wanted you to feel bad,” you grinned.

“You’re cruel,” Wooyoung pouted.

You giggled.

“So...are you still mad at me?”

“Hmm,” you thought before getting up and running to the table. “No.”

Before you could place a rice cake in your mouth Wooyoung lifted you up and set you on the counter.

“What if I’m mad at you now, for making me feel guilty,” Wooyoung said dawning a faux-in-thought look.

“Wooyoung,” you whined.

“Y/n,” he whined back.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, the feeling of hunger really setting in.

“You know, making your loving and perfect boyfriend feel guilty over something he already felt guilty for is really me-”

He was cut off when your stomach let out the loud groan you were holding in.

“Alright Alright, jeez,” he let up picking up a piece of tteokboki and holding it in front of your face.

You opened your mouth and savored the spicy flavor of the rice cake.

“Happy,” Wooyoung smirked.

“Thank you,” you sighed placing a kiss on his nose.

He blushed and swooned, happy that you were happy. He leaned in for another kiss, placing one hand on your back, and you happily gave it to him, smiling into the kiss. You then attempted to hop off the counter and grab the meat that Wooyoung had left by the couch.

“Where are you going,” Wooyoung asked with a rice cake in his mouth.

“Meat,” you said simply, trying to hop off the counter again.

“I’ll get it,” Wooyoung groaned. “See! Not only do I get my girlfriend food, but I’m also useful. I’m amazing and perfect!”

“Yep, Mr. Perfect,” you muttered under your breath, secretly meaning every word.

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