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fitzrove · 2 years

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Listening to the new Musikaalimatkassa podcast ep by @fyeahfinnishmusicaltheatre, about musical ticket prices (it’s really good), and I’m just flabbergasted at how expensive it is to see shows in Finnish city theatres in comparison to other countries... :D Some thoughts in English (and my own experiences) under the cut.

So, shows I’ve seen this year and the prices I got tickets for are:

Cabaret at Theater Hof (Germany), small-ish municipal theatre production directed by (and starring) Uwe Kröger. One adult 'Orchestersitze’ (rows 1-5) ticket: 31 EUR. Balcony seats available for around 24 EUR (5 EUR on the same day).

Elisabeth at Festival Bruxellons (Belgium), fully staged summer open air theatre festival production. One adult premium ticket (middle seating with more room and the best visibility): 47,50 EUR, normal-price tickets were around 37,50 EUR if I recall correctly.

Wicked at the Apollo Victoria Theatre (UK), commercial theatre that has been running the original West End production of the show for 16 years next week. Last minute rush tickets (fourth row on the dress circle/balcony): £30.

This autumn in my native Finland, tickets for productions of international shows I would consider seeing range from 46 EUR (category 4, limited visibility) to 85 EUR for Anastasia, 45 EUR for all adult tickets to Evita, 89 EUR for all tickets to Priscilla: Queen of the Desert (except those for seats with limited visibility). And many theatres (like the one doing Evita) don’t offer multiple categories of tickets - everything from front row to the very back is the same price!

Of course, it’s not like the state supported Finnish theatres are the most expensive place to see musicals in the world - premium tickets to big commercial theatre productions abroad can cost upwards of 100 euros which I did pay to see Tanz in Stuttgart last year because getting robbed by Stage Entertainment is a musical fan rite of passage I guess. And I could probably get student discounts for some of the Finnish shows, bringing down the price a bit, but not enough to make them more affordable than student tickets abroad (which are generally around 5-10 euros less than adult tickets). AND some of the Finnish shows probably have same day ticket options similar to what made it possible for me to see Wicked in London, but in general, the same day ticket system is not at all as well-developed here as it is in the West End.

But still, on average, the price range for these Finnish productions is considerably higher than what it is for many other European municipal theatres. If you add travel costs (I have to take the train in Finland for most productions, and they end so late that overnight accommodation might also have to be considered), it’s actually a relevant question for me to think about whether I want to see a musical I know I’ll like in Europe & do other tourist things in a new city vs. see a show I might enjoy in Finland with a much heftier ticket price and less choice in regards to where I’ll sit.

#the podcast ep really thoroughly explored why it is like this #also i lost it at the fiddler on the roof jokes skhfisj #but idk from a fan point of view its just :// like i get why the ticket prices are high but - plz better shows for less price i beg #ALSO the uwe cabaret was just??? it was soooo goood and it was a tiny prod where the sets barely moved and most of the actors literally sat #on stage whenever they weren't playing #and there were minimal costume changes #except for uwe putting on a customs officer suit or a pink miniskirt (the 15cm heels stayed on the entire time tho)#idk man theater hof is broke and yet it was more fun than i bet anyone ever had at the 120pound+ london cabaret at the kit kat club #musicals #theatre #suomi #tldr: to me its not really worth seeing stuff here other than original finnish shows #which also tend to be cheaper if they're small prods #also seconding the podcasters' wish for small productions of broadway shows #AND seconding the wish for a streaming service similar to what the opera has

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descentstimblr · 2 years

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#video #slime #diy clay slime #butterfizz slime #fancysqueeze #pink #kit kat #fake food

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Poly Bakusquad (romantic) x male reader

With a cat quirk. The chaos they would cause. He’s a cuddly person in general and will just climb on people, and maybe the squad gets jealous easily? Thanks.

I made him Mina's cousin. Hope you don't mind. I just don't write for female characters. Hope you enjoy!

When the students heard Mina's cousin is joining 1-A they didn't think anything about it. Until they saw a Pink haired male with cat ears and a tail. Not only that, but his red eyes were familiar. While the guy was adorable to many. Apparently he was already dating.

They were informed quickly of that as the first thing the male did upon eating the classroom was-"Suki!" The feline immediately ran to the bakusquad and curled into Bakugo's side. Everyone expect him to push the male away but he didn't. Instead he pulled the male closer and kissed his head. Which made the other males in the bakusquad whine.

"Hey! (Name) why not come to us for cuddles?!" Kaminari whined and trying pulling him away. Only to get an explosion to the face. (Name) had squealed and smacked Bakugos chest. "Suki! No! What have we talking about using your quirk to his face!"

(Name) quickly scrambled to the floor checking on the poor male. "Denki? Denki love can you hear me? Hana! I think Suki knocked Denki out again." Hana? The students watched Sero walk to the duo on the floor. "Well he knows better to mess with Katsuki when he's cuddling you."

The student were extremely confused. They watched Kirishima walk up to Bakugo. "Kat man. You gotta stop doing that. Your gonna make (Name) cry again. Then Mina is gonna kill us. You know how protective she is dude!" The bakusquad males shivered and looked in the females direction and were met with narrowed eye.

Honestly Bakugo might've forgotten about that...(Name) whimpered and his ears drooped. "Was it my fault? I was just cold and Suki's quirk makes his hands really warm..." Mina glared at the males and made a "I'm watching you" hand signal at them. She crouched down pet (Name)'s head. Scratching at his favorite spot.

"No (Name) its not your fault. Your boyfriends are just easily jealous. Especially Bakugo. Okay? I'll help you take Kaminari to the nurses office." (Name) purred slightly and nodded. "Okay Ash!" He stood up gave the males(who quickly hid from Mina's glare) a quick kiss. "Alright I'll be back boys. Please behave. Eiji your in charge!"

Bakugo yelled out wanting to know why he wasn't in charge and (Name) replied "Well Eiji's quirk is better against yours so if I'm not here he can best handle you when your angry." That confused the students even more. What could he do?

When the duo tried to leave the door opened revealing their Sensei. "Oh! Morning Papa!" PAPA?! Everyone but the bakusquads mouth dropped. "P-Papa? Wait so that means-" Aizawa smiled softly and rubbed (Name)'s head. "Morning kit. What's going on?"

(Name) huffed and showed him the unconscious Kaminari on his back. "Denki got jealous that I was cuddling Suki again. I got cold so I thought I'd cuddle with Suki bevause-" Aizawa sighed heavily. "Bakugo's quirk makes his hands warm. Yes I know."

(Name) nodded. "So when Denki tried pulling me away it upset Suki." Aizawa didn't need to know the rest. "Bakugo used his quirk on Denki knocking him out." When he got a nod in return he sighed even louder. He pinched the bridge of his nose and waved the pink haired dou off. "Alright but to the nurses office then straight back."

The dou nodded and quickly left while Aizawa turned to the class, glaring at the trio of male who looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there. "Don't think I didn't see his tail. Why do you always upset him. Especially so early in the morning."

The bakusquads punishment for upset (Name) had been extra cruel training. It was then the student made a rule of their own for the classroom. Don't upset (Name). Or they'd face the wrath of not only an upset Mina, but an angry Dadzawa.

#male reader #x male reader #my hero academia #buko no hero academia #bakusquad #male hybrid reader #my hero academia x male reader #bakusquad x male reader

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bellysoupset · 7 months

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Halloween Saga - Pt 1.

Jonah was pleasantly sleepy by the time he came home. It had been a long day, but it had been a good day. He got to share his shift with Wendy, which was always a perk, and two of his most frail patients had been looking up, one of them with a release scheduled for next week. All in all, it was a great day, and he couldn't wait to cuddle up with Leo and JD.

"Leo?" Jon called out, stripping off his coat and hanging it near the door, kicking off his shoes too, "Leo, you're still up?"

It wasn't late enough that Leo would be asleep, but it was still a possibility. Leo made a noise from the couch and Jonah opened a smile.

"That's how you greet...me?" he raised his eyebrows, circling the couch and being faced with the scene in front of him. Leo was sprawled out, surrounded by candy wrappers, with JD happily sleeping on his chest. There was even a snickers wrapper perched between her little ears, "what the hell?"

"Hey," Leo grumbled, seeming to be in a shitty mood and unwrapping another kit kat bar. Instead of breaking it in the rectangles it was meant to be broken, he bit the on the thing straight on.

Jonah let out a confused chuckle, "uhm... Okay, why are you sulking? And where did all this candy come from? Did they give it out at work?"

Leo let out a scoff, mouth so thick with sugar that it turned into a cough and woke up JD. Their kitten pawed at his chin, before turning around and walking down his body, settling between his legs.

Jonah noticed that Leo was still in his work clothes. He had ditched the blazer jacket, but he was still wearing the social pants, belt and the button up. He had rolled up the sleeves and loosened up the tie, but that was it.

"Leo?"

"Did you know we can't have Halloween here?" Leo said, taking another bite of the chocolate, "I bought all this candy and then Matthew said that we can't celebrate Halloween. Apparently it's against the rich people's rules."

Jonah cringed, sitting on the very end of the couch and smiling when JD promptly moved so she could curl up on his lap, "no, I didn't know. I never thought of celebrating Halloween here... But it makes sense, we don't have any ki-"

"The O'Conners from upstairs have twins!" Leo cried out "and I've seen a bunch of little kids in the sixth floor!"

"Oh well, uhm..."

"They don't even allow the trick or treaters from the streets in! Matt said they're not allowed up and no kid ever comes here anyway. I mean, who would, this looks like a fucking cartoon villain building."

Jonah pressed his lips not to laugh. He could tell Leo was genuinely upset, but it was very hard to take him seriously when he had chocolate dots painting either side of his mouth like brown lipstick, his cheeks all pink. He looked like a little kid who had broken into the secret stash of candy.

"So you've been eating all the candy you bought for the trick or treaters, is that it?" Jonah smiled, looking around. There were so many wrappers. He had basically devoured a whole bag of mini kit-kats all on his own, but Jonah also saw snicker wrappers and twixes.

Leo nodded, letting out a little burp and then finishing up the kit-kat he was currently holding, "I can't..." he burped again, "fucking believe this."

"I can't fucking believe you ate all that candy," Jonah rolled his eyes, studying his boyfriend. Leo's button up was strained around his normally flat stomach, "I didn't think you liked Halloween, it doesn't seem like your thing..."

Leo pouted, planting a hand on his belly and rubbing little circles in it, while he opened another snicker bar with his teeth, "it's not, it's just... I never got to go trick or treating as a kid. Either we were too broke for me to have a costume worth a dime or I was working during Halloween or dad was raging..."

Jonah frowned, moving closer and undoing his boyfriend's pants. He tugged on his belt and then raised his eyebrows when Leo let out another belch, but didn't slow down at all on eating candy, "and when I moved here, I was still too broke to do anything cool."

"Not last year, it was fun," Jonah pouted and Leo rolled his eyes.

"Last year we got drunk with Luke and Vince. I wanted a real Halloween. I mean, for fuck's sake, Jon, we live in Maine. It's Stephen King's home state."

Jonah opened a little smile at his boyfriend's nerdy reasoning and then rubbed his thigh, "I'm sorry, baby... We can go out for candy if you want...?"

"Oh yeah, because people are definitely gonna give candy out to the two grown ass men," Leo rolled his eyes, then grimaced when yet another sticky burp pushed past his lips, "ugh... It's hopeless."

Jonah smiled at him, unable to come out with anything comforting to say. Instead he just reached in, wiping the chocolate clinging to the side of Leo's mouth with his thumb, "I think you've had enough candy."

Leo raised his eyebrows, unimpressed and in a bad mood, turning his face away. He munched on the last bite of his snicker and Jon watched, rolling his eyes, as his boyfriend struggled to swallow it.

"You'll make yourself sick."

"Too late for that," Leo scoffed, hugging his stomach with one arm, still pouting, "that was at least five kit kats ago."

Jon frowned, "goddammit, Leo... Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Don't be mean to me," Leo said quietly, curling up more and hugging his bloated belly with a grimace, "I feel horrible."

"Yeah, because you ate your weight in chocolate."

"No, because we're not gonna have a fucking Halloween!" Much like a kid, Leo hit the couch, only for another wet belch to roll up and him to pale. He gagged softly, "okay, maybe because of the chocolate too."

Jon rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna get you some water."

When he came back to the living room, Leo had unbuttoned his shirt and pants, rolling them down to the start of his boxers. His normally flat, toned stomach was puffing out, all red near the belly button, a trail of honey colored hairs disappearing down his boxers.

"If you're gonna stare at least help me rub it," Leo pouted, pressing the heel of his hand to his distended side and rubbing in circles. Jonah let out a huff, handing him the glass of water and sitting on the couch, pushing away his boyfriend's hands from his unsettled tummy.

"You're impossible", Jonah put a hand on either side of Leo's stomach, noticing how warm he was. Clearly Leo had done a number on himself, there were angry bubbles right under his hands. He pushes his palm in, rubbing it in small circles and moving his hands towards Leo's belly button, only for the blonde to groan, leaning his head back.

"Hurts?" Jonah asked, stopping the belly rub and Leo shook his head, clutching the half empty glass of water.

"No, it doesn't hurt," he ran a hand through his hair, then made a face as he realized he had just spread the sticky sugary coat all over his hair, "I can feel it right here," Leo said, pointing his throat, and Jonah grimaced.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom, you idiot," he sighed, getting up and offering Leo a hand. Instead of his boyfriend accepting it, Jonah received a half hearted kick to his ass.

"I'm not gonna throw up," Leo groaned, swallowing down thickly, "I just need to let it settle."

Jonah didn't buy it for a second, but he figured this was not a fight he wanted to have. He was tired and if Leo wanted to sit there and feel sick, so be it, "Okay," he yawned, "will you at least come to bed?"

Leo seemed to mull it over, before he nodded and struggled to sit up correctly. As soon as he did, he pitched forward with a sickening belch, hand rushing to cover his mouth. Jonah jumped back, expecting to see a puddle of vomit between his boyfriend's feet, but it had just been the most disgusting burp he had ever heard.

He cringed as Leo muffled two other belches against his fist, the type that turned wet at the end, clearly threatening to bring something up.

"Baby?"

"I'm good," Leo's voice was deeper than it was in the mornings, all grave and sticky, "go ahead, I'll be right there."

Jonah didn't move, instead he crossed his arms and stared at his boyfriend, watching his throat bob up and down as he swallowed against the sick sensation. Much like the stubborn prick he was, Leo swallowed down one last time, forcefully, and then opened a nauseated smile.

"See?"

"Amazing," Jonah scoffed, then got to the task of picking up all the wrappers that JD was tearing to shreds.

He was running out of energy, but he knew he had to shower before bed, so Jonah all but dragged himself to the bathroom, while Leo collapsed on the bed and curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach.

By the time he made it back, Leo had successfully managed to strip out of his work clothes, but he was still wide awake, rubbing lazy circles over his naked bloated belly and pretending to watch TV. His face was pale and clammy, causing Jonah to wince.

"You look like you're gonna vomit, Leo."

"No," the blonde shook his head stubbornly, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're damn near green!" Jonah stood next to the bed and fought the urge to drag Leo standing up, "go sit in the bathroom."

"I said I'm fine," Leo glared at him, before punctuating each following word with a sickly burp, "I just need... To let it digest."

"Fine," Jon said bitterly, tired and frustrated as he circled the bed and fell against the pillows, "You better not puke on the bed after I told you multiple ti-"

"Shut up, Jon," Leo interrupted, then curled on his side, making a little pitiful noise, "come rub my tummy."

He couldn't help but smile, even if he was tired and frustrated with Leo's stubbornness. Jonah got under the covers, then rolled on his side, planting a hand on Leo's belly and his cheek to his shoulder.

"You're such a baby," Jonah yawned, pressing his thumb to the soft skin under Leo's navel, smoothing the little happy trail down with soothing circles. He could feel how upset his boyfriend's belly was, gurgling non stop under his hand, "does this hurt?"

"No," Leo turned his head, muffling a wet belch against the pillow, "it hurts here..." he grabbed Jonah's wrist and pulled his hand up, to the top of the belly. His abs were almost gone, distended. His stomach was gurgling fiercely and when Jon pushed his fingers in, Leo gagged and slapped Jon's hand away, "don't press it, you'll make me puke."

"Like that's not gonna happen regardless," Jon yawned again, closing his eyes and moving his hand down, to rest on the center of Leo's tummy, scratching his belly softly instead of rubbing. His coordination was slipping from him, the more sleepy Jonah got.

If Leo hadn't consumed that one last snicker, maybe his chocolate tummy ache would've turned out okay. However, as it was, he had eaten far too much for his system to handle.

Around 2 AM, Leo woke up with a start. The bed felt like it was swaying and he felt like he was drowning, saliva pooling on his mouth, throat closing up, stomach seizing... Without even knowing each way was up, Leo heaved harshly and up came a huge stream of vomit. He was suffocating, he thought, starting to cough and struggling to figure out how to free himself.

He let out a choked up noise and his hands reached out blindly, until he felt something sturdy and shook it with all his force, hoping it was Jonah. Leo's head swam with panic, his stomach churning and even more vomit rushed up, just as a pair of hands forced him to sit up. The puke covered his naked chest and his lap and Leo continued to cough, as he managed to breathe better.

"Leo!" Jonah thumped his back and Leo let out a whimper, gagging again and spitting another mouthful of sickening sweet and sticky puke all over the comforter. Now that he was more awake, he could tell there was vomit on the side of his face, he had puked on the pillow too...

"I'msry," Leo slurred, voice shot, his throat feeling messed up. He felt like he had inhaled some of it, his heart was still racing, "I'm... I'm sorry, the bed..."

"Are you alright!?" Jonah ignored him, finally coming into view. Their room was still dark, but they had left the curtains pulled back and it was a really bright night, so Leo could just make out the fact that Jon's eyes were wide with worry... And that there was a huge brown stain all over his silk pajama shirt.

"Oh fuck," Leo groaned, his stomach churning with renewed force, "your shirt..."

"My shirt...?" Jonah sounded confused, much more focused on Leo, "baby, you scared the shit out of me..."

"I'm sorry," Leo squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to muffle a sick belch, "I'm sorry, my tummy... I just feel horrible..."

"I know," Jon stressed, squeezing his nape, "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, feeling boneless as Jon grabbed his arms and carefully hoisted him up, folding the mess in the comforter. The bed was absolutely ruined.

Another burp snuck past his lips and Leo hunched onto himself. Although he wasn't stuffed anymore, his stomach was far from settled. He let out a groan, hugging his belly, which got even louder as he realized with disgust that he had just gotten his arm covered in puke too by hugging his belly.

"Leo, c'mon," Jonah pulled him with more force and Leo collapsed before the toilet, leaning over it with a deep heave and whimpering when it caused his throat to throb.

He vaguely heard Jon cussing, then the shower turning on and Jonah's silk pajamas meeting the ground as he stripped down, crouching next to Leo, "are you done?"

"I'm sorry about the bed..." Leo said, voice deep as a sick belch morphed into the end of his sentence, "and...UrOurp- And your shirt..."

"Yeah, no shit," Jonah let out a scoff, but although he sounded annoyed, he didn't sound angry. If anything there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "get it over with, baby."

"I'm never eating candy again..." Leo mumbled, pressing his forehead to the soothing cold porcelain and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still a sticky, churning mess and just the thought of food had his mouth flooding with saliva again.

"What? You still have half a bag of Twixes in the kitchen," Jonah teased him and Leo gagged as he could immediately taste them. He scrambled forward, almost missing the bowl as yet another huge stream of vomit rushed up.

Jonah's hand came to support his forehead and Leo coughed, pathetically, head hanging over the bowl, a line of drool from his bottom lip and moaning nonstop as he couldn't manage to catch his breath, his queasy belly refusing to settle down.

He half closed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, shoulders hitching with another gag and Jonah flushed it all away, before crouching back down and rubbing his back.

"You're alright, Leo, it's over now..."

Leo proved him wrong, opening his mouth and coughing a mouthful of chunky vomit, then dry heaving for another five minutes. He still felt so incredibly nauseous.

"Jon... Jon, I don't feel well..."

"Maybe because you have dried vomit on your chest?" Jonah sighed, pulling him up and flushing again, "c'mon, let's shower."

Leo couldn't argue, although he didn't think a shower was the solution as his belly continued to flip and attempt to empty itself. He allowed Jonah to pull him under the hot water stream and let out a relieved sigh when the congealing mess was washed away... Then stumble over the drain, bracing against the wall as even more watery puke hit the tiles.

"Christ," Jonah sighed, squeezing his shoulder, "okay... Get it up..."

Leo forced up a burp, then with it came another little dribble of vomit and he let out a sigh, black dots dancing in front of his eyes, "I'm... I'm fine now... I'm just... dizzy..."

"Diz- LEO!" Jonah caught him just as he swayed on his feet, hugging his torso, "fuck, fuck-" he slid them both down to the ground, the hot water pooling around them, "baby? Leo, open your eyes-" Jonah patted his cheek frantically and Leo let out a groan, leaning further into his hold.

"I'm good, I... I'm good," the blonde said quietly, his voice raspy, pressing his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "it was just too much..."

"If I wasn't so worried right now, I'd strangle you," Jonah scoffed, "stay put, let me just-" he moved around, propping Leo against the wall and getting up to grab the shampoo, "you got it all over your hair."

"Ugh," Leo whined, but then couldn't help but let out a smile as he felt Jon start to wash his hair. He was definitely worried and Leo was feeling shitty enough to milk it, so instead of straightening up, he leaned in, "my tummy hurts, Jonah..."

It wasn't a lie, but it also felt a million times better than five minutes before. Jonah cooed softly, though, fingers scratching his scalp, "I'll get something for it, let's just get you cleaned up first," he said calmly, kissing Leo's brow.

Leo leaned his weight against his boyfriend, feeling drained, not just from all the puking, but because it was past 2 in the morning. He let out a yawn, tilting his head back as Jonah washed the suds away and then lathered his hair with conditioner.

"I never use that," Leo said sleepily, smiling as he heard Jon let out a huff.

"That's because you have pin straight hair, if I skip conditioner I'm fucked," Jon pressed another kiss to his brow, then grabbed Leo's biceps, "up."

He stumbled up, letting out a groan, "fuck, my abs are so sore..."

"Gee, wonder why," Jonah teased him lightly, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his hip, before grabbing a robe and forcing Leo to put it on, ignoring the blonde's complains about it.

Leo sighed, blinking heavily and following Jon out of the bedroom... Only to immediately gag against his fist. He had forgotten the horror movie worthy scenery that was their bedroom.

He had thrown up all over the blankets, but not just that, the pillows too. A large puddle of vomit between his pillow and Jon's.

"Fucking Hell..." Leo groaned, then cringed even more as he noticed Jonah swallowing a gag, the bathroom light spilling out clearly showing how ashen he was, "Jon, hey, look at me."

"I'm...fine," Jonah groaned, pressing the back of his hand to his lips, "I just... Fuck, I can't sleep here-"

"I don't think anyone can, babe," Leo rolled his eyes, tiptoeing around the mess to grab Jon a new set of pjs and himself some boxers, "let's go to the guest room. C'mon, move."

Jonah didn't even attempt to argue. Only once they were out of the bedroom did he seem to be thinking, because he groaned, "I'll call a cleaning crew."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll handle it in the morning," Leo pushed him inside the bedroom and then went straight to the double bed. It wasn't as large as the one in their bedroom and the mattress was sturdier since it hadn't been worn down at all, but it was comfy nonetheless.

Besides, he was feeling too sick to mind. He curled up on the bed, wrapping both arms around his belly and bringing his knees up. Jonah ditched the towel, changing into the pjs and then he crawled on the bed, pushing Leo's damp hair back.

"Leo, if you keep squeezing your stomach like that, you'll make yourself sicker," he said softly, grabbing the blonde's arm and pulling him closer, "come here..."

Leo snuggled closer and letting out a satisfied sigh once he felt Jon's hands rubbing his back in gentle, steady circles, lips pressed to his forehead. He could feel Jonah's breathing against the top of his head.

"I'm sorry again."

"Go to sleep," Jonah said, kissing the top of his head and letting out a huff when the guest bedroom's door opened slightly and then JD joined them on the bed, happily curling up between them.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #leo wagner #halloween mini saga #overeating #bellyache #upset tummy

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southsidestory · 4 months

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Chapter 2: Time to Collect

Mickey has made the Kash and Grab his go-to shoplifting spot. Mr. Lewandowski should send Kash a thank you card; that old polack has been trying to run Mickey out of his corner store for the last five years.

Ian works late shifts on Fridays, so he’s the one at the register when Mickey swings by at quarter to midnight. He picks up a can of barbecue Pringles, puts it back. A box of Twinkies, puts it back. A Kit Kat, puts it back.

“Where’s the king-size?” Mickey asks.

Ian stares at him flatly. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting you steal anything.”

“Sure, you aren’t.” Mickey plants his palms on the counter. “You ever go home, asswipe? Every time I come in here, you’re stocking shelves or brown-nosing customers or doing some other dumb shit.”

“That’s called working. You might’ve heard of it.”

Mickey swipes his wrist over his mouth to erase his smile. “Sounds like a waste of time to me. There’s a lot easier ways to get money.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you educate me.”

Fuck, he’s hot when he smirks like that, all snarky and lopsided.

Mickey makes himself laugh. “What, you a vice cop now? Officer Gallagher gonna get me to incriminate myself?”

“Screw that. Couldn’t pay me a million bucks to be a pig.”

Now it’s easy to laugh for real.

“Guess you’re too good for the police academy, Mr. ROTC.” Mickey picks up a packet of Big Red and turns it between his fingers. “Saving your cherry for the U.S. Army to pop when they fuck you over?”

Ian blushes like gingers always do, pink rushing to fill the pale spaces between his freckles. “That’s different. The Army protects us from foreign threats. Police are supposed to protect civilians inside our borders, but they usually go after the people who need the most help.”

“Look at that, Ian Gallagher’s swallowed the military propaganda whole.” Mickey mimes knocking back a shot. “Washed it down with some Kool-Aid, I bet.”

“Look at that, Mickey Milkovich knows the word ‘propaganda.’ That’s like sixteen points in Scrabble before bonuses.” Ian scrunches up his nose. “Course, you’d have to be able to spell it.”

Smug piece of shit.

“I’d also have to be a fucking loser who plays board games.”

Mickey rips open the Big Red packet, unwraps the foil around a slice, and pops it in his mouth. Cinnamon burns his tongue, but it’s a good heat.

“That’s ninety-five cents,” Ian says.

Mickey chews the gum with his mouth open, as loudly and obnoxiously as he can. “Your math’s off.”

“There’s no math, Mickey. The price is on the label.”

Mickey glances over the torn packet. “Fourteen pieces of gum. Ninety-five cents for all of them. I only ate one, so I owe you seven cents—that’s rounding up, so I’m being real generous here.”

Count those points, asshole.

Mickey pulls all the money out of his coat pocket—a few crumpled twenties and a handful of coins—and picks out a dime to throw on the counter. It bounces right at Ian, who barely catches it before it goes over the edge.

Mickey leaves the rest of the gum behind, says, “Keep the change,” and walks out smiling.

Read all of Chapter 2 on AO3

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AN: You might recognize this snippet, which I used as a teaser a while back. I made a few changes, but the point stays the same: dumb boys flirting through shoplifting.

Love you @bawlbrayker and @hamspamandjamsandwich who are the best betas a girl could ask for <3

#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless us #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich is his own trigger warning #IYHAP #if you have a problem #my fanfiction

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beewolfwrites · 1 year

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White Day

Yes, I know it’s no longer Valentine’s Day, but even still, please take this “last-minute boyfriend Chishiya” x Female Reader oneshot from me.

I hope you like it :)

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There was something different in the air. The news stand in the hospital lobby had been giving out heart shaped balloons in a spectrum of colours; the cafeteria had introduced a limited time only “dine for two, for the price of one” deal; over the last few weeks, pink and red cards had mysteriously appeared on his colleagues’ desks. It could only mean one thing. It was that time of the year.

White Day.

‘Chishiya-sensei, I have something for you.’

Chishiya had been sitting at his desk when a nurse popped into the office. On the neighbouring desk, his colleague Haru looked up with unusual interest. The nurse sashayed over, holding out a white envelope with the words, “Dear Chishiya-sensei, from your SA”, written on the front in cursive handwriting.

The nurse blushed and waved a hand. ‘It’s not from me, just so you know. They wanted to give it to you on Valentine’s Day instead, but they didn’t want to come forward. I’m just the messenger.’

He took the envelope and thanked her as politely as he could. She left the room with a blush and an excited smile, whilst Haru wandered over, looking at the envelope over Chishiya’s shoulder.

‘A secret admirer, huh?’ He remarked, as Chishiya opened it up and pulled out a gaudy red card with a glittery pink heart on the front.

‘Unfortunately.’

Chishiya scanned through the contents inside. It was the typical spiel, probably carbon copied from a rom-com somewhere.

‘“I’ve liked you from the moment I first saw you,”’ Haru read out. ‘“It’s embarrassing to admit, but you make my heart flutter.”’

Before Haru could irritate him further, Chishiya shut the card and tossed it into his desk drawer. He had no intention of ever displaying it on his desk, and if he threw it in the rubbish there was a chance one of the nurses would see it in the dustbin and his calm, collegiate reputation would be tarnished forever.

Haru smiled and drifted back to his own desk. ‘You know, it’s cute that you actually got a card.’

‘You can have it if you want.’

‘Pff. As if I’d want your leftovers,’ Haru scoffed. ‘That’s just sad. Is your girlfriend not big on the whole Valentine’s and White Day thing?’

Chishiya stilled. He twirled a pen between his fingers as he thought about it. It had only been five months since they had been together, and on Valentine’s Day she had presented him with a box of homemade caramel chocolates. But how did she feel about White Day?

‘I’m not sure,’ he said.

Haru grinned as he flicked through a report on his desk. ‘Girls go crazy for this kind of thing. I got in trouble one year for not giving my girlfriend flowers. I did get her chocolates though, so I don’t know what the issue was.’

Chishiya was bored of the entire concept. The holiday itself was simply inane - a large, collective headache that peer pressured people to spend stupid amounts of money in shops and restaurants. ‘Perhaps the issue was that you needed a new girlfriend.’

Haru sucked in his breath as he scribbled something down. ‘That’s harsh, even from you.’

All day, Chishiya ignored the White Day celebrations. He paid no attention to those stupid heart shaped balloons, even when patients entered the ward holding one. When a small box of chocolates appeared on his desk from a coworker, he gave them to Haru, who scoffed them down during a five minute break. Since he had nobody to eat with, he didn’t have to bother with the “dine for two” deal in the cafeteria, opting instead for a simple meal deal. And because most of his colleagues had taken advantage of the offer, he was able to eat his sandwich in the peace and quiet of the office, sipping his hot coffee and stashing the green tea Kit Kat he’d bought into his pocket as a snack for later.

In fact, the day passed uneventfully. But all that changed right as he was approaching his car, when his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket.

“Can’t wait to spend some time with you tonight! (Please don’t throw me off when I hug you, let me enjoy today.)”

The text message was accompanied by three emojis; a heart, a bow and arrow, and a rose.

Chishiya’s hand froze around the door handle. He considered the message calmly, although it had caught him unprepared. At the time, he had ignored them, but now Haru’s words from earlier rang through his memory.

“I got in trouble one year for not giving my girlfriend flowers.”

Trouble. What did trouble entail? An argument… a cold shoulder… even a break up. Surely not over something as ridiculous as a commercial holiday. But Haru was now single. It was still a possibility.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he revved up the engine and headed out of the car park. If he was lucky, he would have just enough time to stop by a supermarket. Driving into town, he pulled off at the nearest supermarket, only to discover that the cut flower section was empty.

‘Sorry Sir.’ An employee bowed to him. ‘It’s White Day you see, so we sold out earlier.’

Tired, and growing more and more irritable by the second, Chishiya tried three more supermarkets and mini-marts, only to find the very same issue no matter where he went. It was ludicrous that supermarkets couldn’t keep up with the demand. Was White Day so important to people that they hoarded all the gifts they could find?

Empty handed, he strolled back to the car, considering his options. He could simply own up and explain that it was his first time doing this holiday, and he didn’t think it was all that important. But would it result in an argument? Possibly.

Then his eyes drifted over to a steep, grassy bank just next to his car, where a collection of wildflowers and daffodils were scattered around. An idea came to him, so swiftly and suddenly that he couldn’t believe he was even considering it.

But it was the only idea he had left.

Checking the car park to make sure there were no witnesses, he stepped over the low metal fence that ran around the car park, and entered the grassy bank. His foot instantly sank into a patch of mud and he cursed the soil that caked into his shoes.

This idea was pathetic, and still, here he was. He grasped a handful of daffodils along with a some wildflowers, all of which he couldn’t name, and meandered back over the fence to safety. He glanced around. Thankfully, nobody had been around to see him stoop this low. Then climbing into the driver’s seat of his car, he hid the evidence by gently sliding the flowers into a half-filled water bottle that he’d found in the drinks holder. It would keep them alive until he arrived home. The flowers weren’t exactly twelve red roses, a necklace, or anything glitzy, but they were certainly better than nothing.

A little more satisfied, he slid the key into the ignition, only to hesitate once more.

“I did get her chocolates though, so I don’t know what the issue was.”

Chocolates.

Hindsight was truly a wonderful thing. He had foolishly given away those gifted chocolates to Haru. Although the label on them did say “Dear Chishiya-Sensei”, so it would have been obvious where they had come from. He also didn’t want the shame of strolling back into the mini-mart, having forgotten to check the chocolate section.

And then he had a brainwave. A terrible brainwave, but it was something nonetheless. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the green tea Kit Kat from his lunchtime meal deal. He was going to look like an idiot presenting something like this, however his options were limited. And it was his own fault. He should have asked her what she wanted long ago to avoid being caught short last minute, just as he was now. Placing the tiny Kit Kat on the dashboard so that he wouldn’t forget it, Chishiya pulled out of the car park and headed home.

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You were in the kitchen, sipping a glass of red wine as you dispensed the evening’s leftovers into a Tupperware container. You weren’t really too bothered by all the Valentines and White Day shenanigans, but you had tried to put in a little effort with plenty of wine and a home-cooked meal.

There was just one problem. Chishiya was even more stoic than usual. All throughout dinner, his expression was unreadable. Well, he was always unreadable. But tonight, he seemed preoccupied by something he refused to share with you, no matter how many times you had tried to pry.

Dumping all the dishes into the sink, you stared at them pensively. Your back was aching from working all day, and it was a shame to waste the evening hunched over a sink. Really, it would be better to wash them now. But still…

‘Leave them for tomorrow.’

You turned, realising that Chishiya had been lurking by the kitchen door all this time. In one hand, he was holding a bunch of wild daffodils mixed with some wildflowers which, although delicate and beautiful, you couldn’t quite name. They weren’t wrapped or tied with anything, and it looked as though Chishiya had plucked them from a field himself. It would certainly explain the grass on his shoes when he came home. You carefully took the flowers, inspecting the various blooms.

‘Shuntarou, what are these?’

He shrugged. ‘It’s White Day.’

‘Yeah, I know.’ You touched the petals of a mysterious pink wildflower that looked similar to an Anemone. ‘But where did you get these?’

‘From a car park,’ he said.

‘The hospital car park?’

Straight faced, and without a hint of shame, he replied curtly, ‘No, it was outside of a mini-mart. They were growing nearby.’

It took you a good minute to process what Chishiya had just said. That he had picked flowers from a car park. That somebody as proud as him had gone wandering through the grass to pick wildflowers. The mental image it produced was just too comical to believe. And if that wasn’t enough, he reached into his pocket and produced a Kit Kat in a green wrapper, presenting it to you.

‘Chocolate,’ he said as you gingerly took it. ‘I saved it from lunch.’

There was something about Chishiya’s bizarre actions and his deadpan nature that caused you to double over, unable to contain your laughter as you clutched the sweet wildflowers and the Kit Kat. It was only when you noticed Chishiya watching you with uncertainty that you finally stopped, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes.

‘I’m sorry.’ You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He stiffened in your embrace, but then you felt his hand on your lower back, keeping you close. ‘I actually love green tea Kit Kats, it’s just that I didn’t expect anything.’

‘Your text,’ he muttered beside your ear.

Some of the petals from the flowers had caught in his hair, and you tried not to giggle. ‘I wanted to make dinner for us, and I wanted to spend time with you.’

He pulled away slightly, and you took the hint, stepping back and placing the Kit Kat on the kitchen counter. As you arranged the wildflowers in a small jug, Chishiya was staring at the ground, somehow even more guarded than before. You filled the jug with water and set it down on the windowsill. Tomorrow at dawn they would look beautiful.

‘I don’t really care about that stuff,’ you reassured him. ‘It’s a commercial holiday anyway.’ And with a gentle smile, you reached out and fanned your fingers through his blond hair, showing him the pale pink petals that had been caught there. ‘And besides, those roses don’t usually smell of anything. I like these flowers better.’

The Kit Kat still lay untouched on the counter, so you tore it open and snapped it in half, offering Chishiya a piece.

‘It’s yours,’ he said.

‘And I’m choosing to share it with you.’

He reluctantly took the chocolate and together, you finished the Kit Kat bar. Swallowing, he said, ‘I ruined my shoes for those flowers.’

‘Well, I still appreciate the pain you went through. You could give me anything and I’d still love it.’

‘My shoes are by the door,’ he said. ‘Help yourself to grass.’

‘Don’t ruin the moment, Shuntarou.’ With a roll of your eyes, you picked up your abandoned glass of wine and leant against he door frame, taking a slow sip of the decadent red liquid. ‘Especially since I had another surprise for you.’

Something shifted in his expression, burning with a quiet intensity. ‘Is that so?’

‘Mm…’ you said, fingering the stem of the glass. ‘You should probably come and unwrap it… upstairs.’

The air simmered with longing as the two of you looked at one another. Wordlessly, he followed you out of the room as you led the way upstairs. And even though this was White Day, and he was supposed to be lavishing you with gifts, you knew that he would find some way - a very special way - of making you feel at one with heaven.

#alice in borderland #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu #aib #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x reader

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Wednesday WIP

I was tagged by @wannab-urs @for-a-longlongtime and @pedroshotwifey so let's see if I can figure this game out... 🥸

Step one: Post Snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

I picked my top five (yes five, I switch around a lot and have random ideas. This is Nerdie. 👀). Some of them I have mentioned before, I came back to them because my smut fairy 🧚‍♀️ came back thanks to @magpiepills and her Javier Pena being a whore (affectionately and very interested what happened with the pantyhose)

1. Two Hearts on the Ocean - Javi G x (Abigail) OFC

Abigail and Javier sipped their tea while chatting about the last movie and how both of them had fallen asleep. Expressing his displeasure at falling asleep during a Nicolas Cage movie, Abby confessed that she had fallen asleep during ‘Ghost Rider’ before and this was the first time she’d been awake through the whole movie so he shouldn’t feel bad. Javier told her that it was because he was here with her to keep her awake. She agreed that he was likely right. They planned to re-watch ‘The Sorcerer's Apprentice’ another day and Javi walked her to her room after stopping off in the kitchen on the way to drop off the mugs. It felt like earlier in the day when he’d walked her to her hotel room though he wouldn’t be so far away this time. She gave him a peck on the cheek and said goodnight as Javier did the same.

2. Roc & Doc - Tim Rockford x (Doc) OFC

“I think you should send Tim a picture of yourself in your outfit. Show him what he’s missing out on by sitting at home in his boxers or sleeping in his office gazing lovingly at his murder board.” This elicited you to choke on your punch and put a hand to your chest.

“I-I- who is that fun for exactly?! What is wrong with everyone this week?!” Knocking back the rest of your drink and pouring yourself more, you’re holding onto the table to keep yourself upright. “First the damn notebook, a bone song, now I find out and meet…”

3. Diddle your Dieter to Disco - Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

“There’s my Kit Kat. I was trying to entertain myself while waiting for you. I wanted to surprise you.” His face laid against your stomach, giving it a soft kiss as his hands roamed. You took the glitter and poured two quarter sized glops on his back to which he hissed at the sudden cold from your hands spread along his shoulder blades and down his spine, spreading the silver glitter slinging it onto his skin. Now in the different lights, the sparkles danced across his skin, Dieter moaned from your touch, digging his hands into your thighs as you continued to massage his back. “Fuck…yes baby. What are you putting back there?” He asked as one hand snaked under your skirt and squeezed one of your ass cheeks, he enjoyed his hand sinking into your plush skin.

(Smut below the break - FYI)

4. Foul Play - Javier Pena x Aria Davis (plus size OFC)

Aria headed straight home after meeting Javier. It needed to be while his memory was fresh in her mind: His voice telling her he wants her, to grab her, hold her, bend her, mold her, mark her, whispering to her as he’s deep inside of her. His grin as he told her to undress. Maybe as she stood before him as he laid back on the bed, waiting for her to come to him. His moan from his first bites of his food. Could he make that same sound with her? His hands messy with the grease from the empanada. He had wiped them off but she could picture him licking them. His pink shirt and jeans clinging to his slim body from the humidity.

5. Florida Heat - Dave York x Santiago Garcia

Dave is aware that his moan is too loud. He should not be feeling it this much, he hated it and was trying to plan how to turn the tables of Santiago. To see him break apart before him as he was doing right now, in his hand were both of their throbbing shafts. He was certain if he could hold out a bit longer, Garcia would climax first. He could then use his recovery to overstimulate him. Pull his curls, toward him as he fingers Santi’s ass with lube, stretching him so he can prod his entrance with his cock and slowly…Dave felt it on his face first, a small splatter before the ropes landed on his chest and stomach. He was panting from the picture in his head of Santiago Garcia whining for him to fuck his round and full ass. One of them had climaxed. One of them relaxed. One of them was laughing.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes =. 15 minutes of writing)

Also if you want to ask questions about any of my fics, myself comments and asks are wide open, like the thots. 😘

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @lady-bess @legendary-pink-dot @morallyinept @undercoverpena @goodwithcheese @trulybetty @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @saturn-rings-writes @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @perotovar @agentjackdaniels @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @alltheglitterandtheroar @tinytinymenace @survivingandenduring @immarocketman @draculasfavoritewife @joelslegalwhre @anoverwhelmingdin @frenchiereading @javierpena-inatacvest @inept-the-magnificent @secretelephanttattoo @iamskyereads @connectioneverywhere @yourcoolauntie @alltheotps @pamasaur @fhatbhabie @heareball @laurfilijames @chronically-ghosted

#wip wednesday #wip games #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dieter bravo #javier pena smut #tim rockford #javier gutierrez #Dave york #Santiago garcia

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feitans-sweet-lover · 2 years

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Nicknames they have for you:

Feitan: Doll and doll face. (for some reason I feel like he’d call his s/o ‘little flame’ and ‘my little sun’ in his native language. Darling if they’re someplace formal/undercover or more as a snide/sarcastic nickname to show whose in charge. Brat if they’re being a tease or he’s teasing them. I could also see him saying my pretty little play thing 🤣).

Chrollo: Mi amore, love, dear, darling, sweetheart, my queen/muse/heart/treasure/one and only (very formal and classic names. He might also just look at you and call you irreplaceable)

Phinks: Babe and sweet cheeks

Machi: Just uses your name. (Baby once in a blue moon in private).

Killua: cheeks and babe. (My little light and baby only in private or if one of you is hurt, sick or upset).

Nicknames you have for them:

Feitan: Fei, Killer Queen, hot tamale, love, hunny bun, demon spawn, skull face (honestly I think he gets the worst nicknames given bc his s/o can get away with it). The most common ones they use are love, Fei and Killer Queen.

Chrollo: Lover boy, love and amore. (I feel like Chrollo has a personal hatred for the nickname Babe & Bae because of how casual it sounds. He likes very formal sounding ones but prefers just his name when around others).

Phinks: Babe (sometimes they teasingly call him Mr. Macho).

Machi: Pink cheeks, my little needle, babe (she hates being called baby, it makes her feel less dominant).

Killua: Sparky, sweets, love, babe, baby cakes, kitten, kit kat (if they’re older than Killua I can totally see them calling him hun/honey or baby). The most used ones are definitely Sparky, Kit Kat and Babe.

As always, thank you and lmk if you want thoughts on something or request something!

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hkayakh · 6 months

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Here’s my candy that I got from Halloween

Red - Skittles

Orange - Twizlers

Yellow - Lolipops and Milk Duds

Light green - Chewy Candy

Green - Misc Candy

Light Blue - Fun Dip

Blue - Tootsie Rolls

Dark Blue - All of my Twix, milky way, and three musketeers

Purple - Kit Kats

Pink - M&ms

Brown - Sweet Tarts

Maroon - 100 Grands

Black - Stuff I don’t like

Also I wish Tumblr had more colors for words

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mac-lilly · 7 months

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Hotdog and cold dog

Usually, I do not indulge in German!Alex. But this idea had been haunting me for some time. It’s not very original and a bit dumb. But still – enjoy. And big thanks to @onlygenxhere who came up with the term 'Kit Kat' for ... something.

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It’s funny how dying and coming back to life changes one’s priorities.

Before his death, Willie had spent most of his life on the streets. He’d roamed the city on his skateboard; he’d strolled along the beach. He’d done his level best to avoid returning to the latest foster home he’d been placed in.

After his death … Well, he’d mostly done the same. But he’d also fallen into the orbit of Caleb Covington, which had effectively cost him the rights to his soul.

Needless to say, neither his life nor his afterlife had been very pleasant experiences.

So, when fate offered him a third chance, Willie decided that this time, he’d tackle life differently.

That’s why he is here, sitting on a bar stool, watching Alex bustling around in the Molinas’ kitchen as he prepares tonight’s dessert. It’s an incredibly domestic moment, and Willie enjoys it to its fullest.

The kitchen is a mess, though. The countertops are covered with ingredients and bowls, pots with water are steaming on the stove, and dishes pile up in the sink in a haphazard way. And in the middle of this orchestrated chaos stands Alex, the conductor, wearing a pink apron and holding a chocolate-covered spatula like a baton. Melted chocolate is dripping onto the tiles.

Man, German desserts are extraordinarily complicated, aren’t they?

On the other hand, Willie has been here from the beginning. And from what he’s gathered, Alex’s secret German dessert consists of extremely plain cookies and a lot of chocolate. It looks like an oversized chocolate candy bar that’s now chilling in the fridge.

Willie can’t help it. His curiosity gets the better of him.

“So all of this,” he says, inclining his head to point at a leaning stack of bowls, “for a giant Kit Kat?”

Willie isn’t complaining. Not at all. He likes cookies. He likes chocolate. And he likes Alex … a lot. So, in his books, this dish is already a triple win.

Alex misinterprets his words, though. He turns around, planting his free hand on his hip, scowling.

Damn, that’s way more attractive than it should be.

“It’s not a Kit Kat,” Alex insists sternly.

“But it looks like one,” Willie counters, smirking. But maybe he’s gone too far with his teasing.

Alex’s demeanor changes drastically. His shoulders sag; his face falls. Disappointment crosses his features.

Willie’s smirk vanishes. Oh shit.

“Hey, hey, don’t sulk,” he says hurriedly. “I’m just messing with you, hotdog.” To prove his point, he leans over the counter, reaches out, and snatches the chocolate-covered spatula from Alex’s hands. He licks it clean in a rather seducing manner. “I’m really looking forward to tasting your oversized candy bar.” There’s an innuendo hidden in the sentence, and of course, Alex catches on to it. The effect is immediate and intense. He splutters, and a blush travels up his neck. His face turns crimson – even the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink. He mutters a few words under his breath. It could have been an insult; it could have been German. Most likely, it’s both.

Willie chuckles. Embarrassed Alex is such a delightful sight.

But Willie isn’t a cruel man. They’re going to have much more fun later.

“So, what’s the name of this dish?” Wille asks to put Alex out of his misery.

To his surprise, Alex snickers, and Willie blinks in confusion. That’s unusual. But Alex’s gleeful snickers are also one of the best sounds he’s ever heard, sending shivers down Willie’s spine. His nerves tingle. Damn.

Thankfully, Alex quickly answers his question, distracting him from the sensation. “It’s called Kalter Hund.”

Willie tests the words. They are not as unpronounceable as expected. However, he’s convinced he messed up the pronunciation anyway because Alex’s smile has morphed into an impish smirk. And damn, Willie loves it. He loves the way Alex’s lips curl. He loves the way his eyes sparkle with mischief.

What he doesn’t like is not knowing. He’s clearly missed something, so he has to ask. “What?”

“Do you know what it means?”

Willie tries to guess but without success. He shrugs.

“Please, hotdog, enlighten me.”

Alex looks more smug than Willie has ever seen him. There’s a glint of triumph in his eyes that makes Willie’s stomach flutter. He squirms in his seat. Oh, yes, he’s gone way too far with his teasing. And then Alex leans over the counter. He’s so close their noses almost touch. The proximity steals Willie’s breath away.

“It means cold dog.”

There’s a long pause as they stare into each other’s eyes. Alex’s eyes are bright and intelligent and … oh fuck, Willie really, really loves them. He really, really loves him. So Willie concedes defeat. He lets out a strangled sound that’s half a snort and half a gasp. “Smart move, hotdog.”

“Yeah,” Alex confirms, smirking. Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to Willie’s.

Yes, Willie really loves his new life.

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Inspired by the IG account uyenninh. Unfortunately, I can't find the video anymore. But her German BF once served her this delicacy. 😆

#Ha! My first Willex Wednesday contribution!#as I said the joke is a bit dumb #but I enjoyed writing it #julie and the phantoms #jatp #Willex #Happy Willex Wednesday!#Alex mercer #Willie jatp

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