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lovelytsunoda · 5 months

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santa stole my girlfriend // callum ilott

summary: his childhood best friend is back home for the holidays. they've always been close, and so many people have assumed they were a couple. but they're not. they were only ever just friends. so why does callum hate her new boyfriend so much?

pairing: callum ilott x female! reader

warnings: cheating (but we're gonna overlook it because it means callum gets a happy ending), the fact that the boyfriend's name is topper should be warning enough. implied smut, forced proximity, a couple top gun references because who would i be if i didn't?

CAMBRIDGE, ENGLAND. CHRISTMAS MORNING

she was too warm, it was the first thing she noticed. but the sheets that were wound so tightly around her body weren’t made of soft warm flannel.

they were cotton.

they weren’t her sheets. this couldn’t be her bed.

she pinched the bridge if her nose, listening for the telltale hum of the radiator in her childhood bedroom. but she couldn’t find it.

this wasn’t her room.

her head was throbbing, the way it only ever did when she’d had vodka. the roof of her mouth felt like cotton, and her limbs felt heavy.

the sleeve of a long shirt was pulled over her hand when she sat up, head in her hands, the pudge of her stomach pressing against the sheet that was tightly wound around her.

the shirt smelled odd. almost like cologne.

and it wasn’t the cologne that topper wore, and this was not toppers shirt.

she cursed, the mere motion making her head scream in pain as she clutched her temples, nails digging into her skin. she didn’t know where she was, but her legs ached the way they did after she and topper spent a day in the sheets.

oh god.

had she cheated on her doting boyfriend?

she was such an awful person.

he was going to leave her.

her life was over, she had just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to her.

she turned her head, and when she saw the body lying next to her, her morning bleariness ebbed away, and she remembered what she’d done the night before. how transformative the night had been.

she had slept with callum ilott, his porcelain skin shining under the morning light as he fingers caressed his spine. she’d wanted to sleep with him since she was seventeen and he was eighteen.

the timing had never been right, they had always ever just been friends.

until Christmas Eve, 2023.

CAMBRIDGE ENGLAND. CHRISTMAS EVE, 20 HOURS BEFORE THE INCIDENT THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED.

only douchebags choose to be known by the name ‘topper’. or at least, that was what callum thought as he watched topper and y/n in her family’s kitchen, giggling to each other and exchanging soft kisses over a plate of raw gingerbread.

its not that topper was a bad guy. he treated her well, and was a genuinely decent guy for a man that wore polo shirts and bvlgari cologne. oh, and did callum mention that he worked at the london stock exchange? well, he should have, because topper couldn’t go 24 hours without mentioning it.

by all accounts, he was a lovely guy. but there was a bad feeling in callum’s gut whenever he saw the two of them together.

which was odd, because he hasn’t wanted to kiss y/n y/l/n since he was fifteen.

“callum, can you get the case of sparkling water from the cold room? top and I have to help mum in the kitchen.” y/n’s voice was like a swan song as she smiled at callum.

they had grown up with each other, the two youngest kids on the block (at least, until you hit the three month olds, who all seemed to have been scarily born around he same time) and they seemed to have been drawn to each other. awkwardly enough, a skinny, socially awkward gp3 driving callum had been her first kiss when they were in secondary school.

“yeah, no worries. do you want me to check for cranberry sauce while I’m down there? I know your grandmother can’t eat Christmas dinner without them.”

“yes, please!” she gushed, shooing topper out of the way so she could wrestle the oven open. “I almost forgot, and you know what nan’s like. if I have to run and get some, I’d rather it be now than on Christmas Day.”

callum politely excuses himself from the marble kitchen, fucking into the hallway and down the large spiral staircase to the basement. the cold room was exactly as it sounded: a cold concrete room lined in metal shelves. a glorified pantry, and not quite a fridge.

he slipped into the adidas flip flops that had been left in front of the doorway, pulling the chain in the middle of the ceiling to turn in the singular light bulb.

he hated himself.

why couldn’t he just be happy for her?

why did he find himself awake at night thinking about how perfect her thighs looked in those tight flared jeans she wore out in Indiana when she came to watch him run the 500. or the surge of something in his heart when she’d pretended to be his girlfriend so that santino would leave her alone.

why did he get hot and bothered thinking about her laugh when he was taking a cold shower?

she was happy with topper for god’s sake, and he should be happy for her.

because they were friends.

“fuck!”

what was he doing? he should be happy for her.

so why wasn't he? and thats how he found himself reaching for the case of sparkling water, before he took the last remaining can of cranberry suace and hiding it inside a cardboard box full of granola bars.

he had no idea why he did it, to be fair.

back in the kitchen, he put the case of water on the island, waving y/n over. "hey, there's no cranberry sauce downstairs. i can run out and get some, if you want."

y/n sighed, clearly annoyed. "shit, yeah. can i come with? i need to get out of this fucking house before i lose my mind, and the weather outside is terrible, i can't let you drive in it alone."

"will topper be fine here alone?" callum raised an eyebrow. "it's unlike you to leave someone else in charge of christmas cookies."

"oh, shut up! my dad's in the garage, topper can call for help if he needs it. he's a grown man.'

"great!" callum chirped, reaching for his car keys. "let's take my car. the g-wagon has better snow clearance than your kia."

"um, my kia soul is a great fucking car, thank you very much!"

CAMBRIDGE, ENGLAND. CHRISTMAS MORNING

it felt so wrong to feel so content, in bed with her best friend. topper must have called her so many times last night, so why did she never answer him?

oh yeah, because she was too busy crying callum's name as he made her see stars. she settled back into the bed, burrowing under the covers and resting her cold nose on his shoulder. callum's angel eyes fluttered open, his nimble fingers coming to caress her skin.

"you're real." he mumbled, eyes still half shut. "you're actually here, last night actually happened."

despite it all, she felt a wave of calmness wash over her as she linked her hand with callum's, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"that it did. if the ache between my thighs is any indication." her voice was raspy and dry, not sexy like his was.

"how much do you remember."

uh, wow. where to start? she remembered callum's lips on her throat, his warm fingers on her breasts. the way she screamed his name as she clenched around him, his lips meeting hers in a sloppy kiss, her fingernails scarping the muscles on and around his shoulder blades.

"all the best parts." she settled with, a blush rising to her cheeks.

"so you don't remember top gunning me in the bar?"

she closed her eyes, trying to hide her face as she remembered what she did. "oh god, i was hoping you'd say that was a bad dream!"

callum laughed, sending her stomach into a spiral. "you kidding? i thought it was sexy."

CAMBRIDGE ENGLAND. CHRISTMAS EVE, 15 HOURS BEFORE THE INCIDENT THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED.

the g-wagon might have had good snow clearance, but neither of them counted on the blizzard that they'd run into after they left the cambridge morrisons, the expensive car getting buried snugly under a snowdrift.

"we were inside for half a bloody hour!" she whined. it was supposed to be quickly in and out, and then back to the house. but of course, trying to buy cranberry sauce on christmas eve was damn near impossible, and they'd had to try multiple grocers before the morrisons finally had two cans left.

"i'm sure it will let up." callum tried to soothe her, resisting the urge to run a hand up and down her back.

only topper was allowed to do that now.

there was a pub across the street, and they did the only thing that made sense at the time, ducking in for a drink. the bar was packed, and patrons were being advised to book room upstairs in the bed and breakfast since the storm was just supposed to get worse.

"and we were all dreaming of a white christmas." the barmaid scoffed, setting the drinks down in front of them. "we've got plenty of room if you need it. i doubt that g-wagon of yours is going anywhere any time soon."

the pub was a cozy place, very old-fashioned with a grand wooden piano in the corner and floral wallpaper above the wainscotting. a flat screen above the slow-burning fireplace played a rerun of the previous champion's league season, assuming that most patrons had been too drunk to remember the original game, or realize that the game was a replay.

a group of middle age drunkards who were likely divorced and only had each other to spend christmas with (harsh, callum knows) sat around the piano as the middle one slammed his fingers down on the keys, the entire group belting out 'great balls of fire'.

"oh god." she sighed. "i fucking loved that movie."

"past tense?" callum raised an eyebrow "please, we all know 'top gun' is still your favourite."

"topper won't watch it with me." she sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "he gets self conscious during the volleyball scene. or any of the shower scenes."

"now that's just stupid." now, with half a drink in his veins, something in callum's brain told him now was the time to be brutally honest with his best friend. how badly could it go? "what, is he jealous to tom cruise or something?"

she laughed, running a hand through his hair. "worse. val kilmer. as if i'd leave topper for tom fucking kazansky or something. top is such a sweetie, and he makes me feel so calm. but sometimes he really gets on my fucking nerves."

callum chuckled, tapping his fingers against his pint glass "but you don't even like guys like iceman. you go for the golden retrievers. like goose."

"shut up." she laughed. "top knows he's not super built in the chest and it makes him self conscious, so when he sees me drooling over val kilmer's abs, it gives him a complex. but even val kilmer doesn't look like val kilmer any more. thats just how life geos."

"you know val kilmer had throat cancer, right?"

"that's not the point here, callum." she shook her head. "you know the scene where meg ryan throws herself at anthony edwards and proclaims to the world 'goose you big stud, take me to bed or leave me forever'? i tried that on topper and he looked at me like i'd grown a second head!"

and now, despite his best efforts, all he could picture in his head was his best friend in black lingerie, reciting that every same top gun line while she held on to the lapels of his shirt. although, this was less goose and carol and more kelly mcgillis and tom cruise. yeah, you know the scene.

he was going to hell, and he couldn't even find the energy to be upset about it.

the men at the piano were still singing, launching into the song a second time as if they hadn't already played it twice. against her better judgment, y/n found herself singing along, belting out the words as if it was second nature.

and despite his own good judgment, callum was so taken by the sight that he couldn't resist dragging her to her feet, throwing an arm around her shoulder as they both sang the chorus.

"goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

it was like something in the air had shifted when she looked over at callum, a twinkle in her eyes as she bit her tongue, appreciating the way he filled out his black cable knit, dark jeans hugging his lower half.

god, she'd wanted this forever.

she'll never know why she did it, digging her fingers into his sweater and tilting her head to look up at him, the words on the tip of her tongue.

"callum, you big stud. take me to bed or lose me forever."

and he did, scooping her up in his arms, and checking three or four times to make sure she was really sober enough to want this. and once she confirmed that the one vodka she'd downed wasn't enough to make her do anything stupid (well, more stupid than cheating on her boyfriend) and that she still had the proper capacity to consent, and thought callum had about being a gentleman and offering to sleep on the floor was out the window.

CAMBRIDGE, ENGLAND. CHRISTMAS MORNING

they lay in silence, thinking about everything that had happened the night before, watching the small motes of dust fall from the ceiling fan, lit up by the light shining through the lace curtains.

the scary thing was that she didn't feel any regret. and she knew that was wrong, because she had literally just cheated on topper with the man she'd been in love with since she was sixteen and knew what love was.

yeah, she felt guilty about hurting topper, because he was such a good man, but he wasn't the man for her. callum was.

"where do we go from here?" she heard her voice crack, and prayed that callum couldn't hear the tremble in her words.

"hey, hey, look at me." callum soothed, rubbing circles on the inside of her wrist. "i know you must be thinking that you're an awful person. but matters of the heart are fucked, trust me, i know firsthand. and if we hadn't been so pigheaded, maybe you never even would have met topper, and we would have been together already. but i promise you, we can sort this out."

"what do i tell top?"

"we can figure that out later. but right now? we're going to dig my truck out of the snow, drive home, and make cranberry sauce for your nan."

she leaned over, kissing him softly, the ends of her mouth curving up into a smile. "i don't know what i'd do without you, callum. i need you."

"i know, sweetheart. i need you too, that's why i stuck around, innit?"

"shut up." she giggled, gently hitting his chest. "otherwise i might take you to bed again."

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taelonsamada · 2 years

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Hii...Hope u r doing good😊.what do you think is the most coolest part(s) of being an adult (if there are any?) ...askin for an adult frnd🙂

Hello!! I am doing pretty good today, actually, thank you!!

One of the coolest parts of being an adult…. Hmm…. I think some of the best things about being an adult, for me at least, are:

1) The fact that I can eat cake whenever I want. I can literally just go out and buy a cake, solely for the purpose of eating it by myself. I can have it with ice cream, or pie, or I can pour hot sauce on it. (I won’t, but I COULD). There is literally no one who can stop me from doing this.

2) I can decorate my home however I want. Despite what a lot of magazines may show, I don’t have to live in a home with neutral coloured walls, perfectly arranged pillows and tasteful nondescript artwork on the walls. I can if that’s what I want to do, but I don’t have to. If I want to, I can paint each wall in a room a different colour. I can get up one day and decide I want to put a mural on the ceiling. I can have rainbow shag carpets. I can have cartoon character curtains in my kitchen. I can paint my furniture bright pink. I can have throw pillows in the shapes of leaves and flowers scattered all over my couch. I can make my home look however I want.

3) I have no curfew. Yes, there are days where it’s a GOOD IDEA TO GO TO BED AT A CERTAIN TIME, but if I don’t, no one’s gonna flip out at me. I can choose to be up until the sun comes up, that’s my prerogative. Will I have to live with the consequences if I have plans the next day? Absolutely, but it’s still my decision to make.

4) The people in my life are so much better, because I have the experience and emotional maturity by now to understand whats healthy for me and what isn’t. I’ve been able to make decisions about who I allow to be around me, and it’s helped my mental health so much.

There’s all kinds of other small things, but they’re mostly just me being allowed to eat or wear whatever I want, it essentially boils down to how much more freedom I have as an adult than I did as a child lol Sure, there’s lots that sucks about being an adult, but I definitely do not want to be a teenager again lol I don’t even want to go back to my twenties, I quite like being in my thirties!! It’s pretty damn awesome

♥️

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pzagrilleandbar · 1 year

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Pizza Restaurant

The pizza delivery services offered by fast food establishments are poor.

When I come home from work, I'm usually too tired to cook, so I order pizza. The person's mental health might be at peril as a result of this. It's important to take a hard look at one's own actions before passing judgment on others. No of what I did as a child, my mother never made me feel bad about myself.

I value your support and affection very much.

It's possible to get a vast variety of tasty cuisine even in the most out-of-the-way places. From where you started, darling, you've gone a long way. My brothers and I have learnt to find solace in strange places as a result of our parents' constant bickering. Eat a slice of pie whenever you feel blue. Try to see things from their perspective before passing judgment. The hotel's restaurants served some of the greatest meals of my life Pizza Restaurant The sudden flood of clients caused us to run out of food and close early.

The allegations about his being a spy started as soon as he stepped foot inside the building. It would take too much time to enumerate all of pizza's potential uses. Feel free to get in touch with us at any time with inquiries, recommendations, or requests. Cheeses like mozzarella and Cheddar are ready to eat when they develop brown spots. There are currently no unfulfilled orders for pizza. Even though you're obviously a skilled cook, you omitted some of my favorite ingredients from the pizza you made for me. Even though pizza ranks high on my list of favorite meals, I've never attempted to make it from scratch. My stomach has been acting up after a week of relentless pizza intake. Those who know me well are aware of my deep affection for pizza. I used to be able to eat a whole pizza by myself. When the pizzas start arriving, the celebration can officially begin. Because of how well it fits into our hectic schedules, we frequent that place rather regularly. I remember feeling sexual desire for the first time when I was twelve years old. Where should I go for the best pizza if I ever make it to your city? When preparing pizza at home, feel free to use any toppings you choose. While placing an online pizza order is convenient, nothing beats the flavor of a warm, homemade pie. In a few major cities, you can find some of the greatest pizza in the country at a street vendor. We order pizza every Friday to mark the conclusion of the work week. Even though I didn't feel like it, I knew I had to give it my all in order to achieve my goals. One of my weaknesses has always been the clarity of my speech. We sampled a few other pizzas before settling on this one. I had to depart the country since my visa had run out. My persistent tardiness, however, is always justified. This unexpected development has taken me by surprise. I can't make a call until I get all the information. I wish I had the means to take advantage of this opportunity at the moment, but sadly, I do not.

There was always frozen pizza in the freezer, so I never had to worry about getting hungry as a youngster. Don't worry, we have a strategy to curb my insatiable hunger. With the exception of a few pizza binges here and there, I've been fairly good at keeping track of what I eat in the past few weeks. For a young adult like myself, pizza was a lifesaver since it was cheap, easy to make, and needed no dishes afterward. For two weeks, I subsisted solely on pizza. My go-to food on lazy days is pizza. Pizza delivery businesses might benefit from the proliferation of fast food outlets. Disorder has no place in the workplace. The situation is rapidly deteriorating, therefore time is of the essence. Why? It's important to take action when witness testimony conflicts. Cucumbers, Italian sausage, and Tabasco sauce marinated in vinegar are enough to make even the most jaded diner pay notice.

There is no longer any pressing need to locate a priceless diamond.

Protecting the most defenseless members of society must always be a top priority. Put your mental health first in all you do. The delivery charge is the same whether you order pizza or a gourmet meal. As a result, resurrecting the dead is an extremely remote prospect. I hosted a pizza party in the guise of a mini-golf tournament (the kids' equivalent of a golf tournament) to both reward the children for their recent scholastic and extracurricular accomplishments and to expose them to the excitement of competitive sports. I plan to subsist on pizza and Coke if I keep winning in golf. Taking one's accomplishments for granted is a surefire recipe for failure. Individual needs must take a back seat to the needs of the collective. It's possible that our efforts will provide utterly random outcomes.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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As Soon As I Can

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request from @alienstardust: Umm All the angst in those childhood prompts. I’m a fan! Yes! <3 Maybe something with Nestor? 💫 thank you

I went with this prompt from This Post: When Person A and Person B were kids, Person A broke their arm and had to wear a cast for a while. To make them feel better, Person B decorated it by drawing a bunch of doodles and quotes all over it. When Person A finally got the cast off, they asked the doctor if they could keep it. Years later, Person A takes the cast to a tattoo artist and gets all of Person B’s doodles and quotes tattooed onto their arm so they can wear them forever.

Warnings: language, angst, hospitals

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I looooooved writing this. Writing has been tough for me lately but this just felt really right. This is my first fic where I’ve done a lot of time skips within the story so hopefully it flows alright. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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You and Nestor were sitting in your back yard, sprawled out together under the one tree that managed to survive so many years in the California heat. You were laying on your back, cast-bound arm lying rigidly out to the side. You were staring up through the leaves as you listened to Nestor talk.

“At least they let you pick the color,” he was next to you, laying on his stomach as he dug through his backpack.

You laugh was heavy with sarcasm, “Yea, if I’m not gonna be able to move my arm for the next eight weeks it’s the least they could fucking do.”

“You sound bitter.”

You looked over at him, “I am bitter.”

He chuckled and shook his head, he was about to come back with a witty remark when he got distracted by finding whatever he had been looking for. He smiled as he pulled it out, “Aha!” he held up his pack of Sharpies.

“What’re those for?” you nodded towards the markers.

“For your cast.”

“You’re gonna decorate my cast?” you had to laugh.

“Yea,” he was carefully choosing a few different markers to start with, “Maybe it’ll make you feel better about totally eating it falling off your skateboard the other day.”

You laughed as you reached over and shoved him with your good arm, “Shut up—like you haven’t fallen a million times.”

“No casts for me, though,” there was a cocky smirk on his face.

“No casts for me, though,” you mocked as you tried not to laugh.

You watched him in semi-silence as he started at your wrist and slowly but surely made his way up your cast, covering it with all sorts of doodles and quotes. Sometimes you forgot how artistic he could be. You went back and forth between watching him and just resting your head back and closing your eyes. Neither of you kept track of the time as he stayed sprawled on his stomach beside you. the two of you probably would’ve stayed out until dark if your mom hadn’t stuck her head out and said that Nestor’s brother was there to pick him up and bring him home. Nestor threw all of his things back into his bag before helping you up.

Once he was gone, you took some time to actually look at the cast. You smiled at the amount of work he put into something that you were only going to have for a couple months. Your fingers traced lightly over the many marker lines that now covered your cast. Your mother looked over your shoulder at the artwork, a smile passing over her lips for a moment.

“Did Nestor do that?”

You nodded, not taking your eyes off of your arm, “Yea.”

She nodded, “That was sweet of him.”

You scoffed trying to suppress the smile on your face, “I guess.”

The next eight weeks passed by. And, despite the fact that having your arm in a cast was incredibly inconvenient, it could have been a lot worse. Nestor walked with you to all of your classes, offering to carry your backpack despite the fact that you told him that your busted arm had nothing to do with your ability to carry a bag. Whenever the two of you were together and things were quiet, he would keep adding onto the tiny mural that was your cast. Sometimes you wondered how much more he could fit on it, but he always found a way. For as much as you wanted it off, you were going to miss the bonding time for the two of you. And you were going to miss the artwork, too.

“So,” the doctor smiled and nodded at you, “you are all good to go. We can get the cast off and you’ll be as good as new.”

“Yea?” the thought of having your arm back made you feel giddy.

“Absolutely.”

You felt like a new person once your arm was free of the confines of the cast. Letting out a sigh of relief, you rotated your wrist a few times and carefully ran your fingers over the freshly-exposed skin, glad to feel like you were back in control of your own body.

“I can get rid of this,” your doctor held up the cast he’d just finished so carefully removing, “Unless you want to keep it as a momento.”

“Um, actually,” you felt your face heating up as you avoided eye contact with your mother, “Could I keep it?”

The doctor nodded, smiling as he handed it over to you, “It’s quite the work of art at this point—I understand wanting to hold onto it.”

On the drive home, you felt your mother glancing over at you every couple of minutes, a knowing smile on her face. You tried to ignore it but eventually you broke.

“What?” you were careful of your tone.

She laughed quietly and shook her head, “Nothing. Just, I think it’s nice that you’re keeping it, that’s all.”

“Mhm,” you tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks again, but that only made it worse.

You never told Nestor that you kept the cast. You never really knew exactly why you didn’t tell him—the two of you told each other pretty much everything else. The two of you spent almost all of your free time together, and as soon as he found out that your cast had been removed he was dragging you right back out to do things that could potentially break your arm all over again, and you let him. He never asked about the cast, so you never brought it up. There were moments, as the two of you got a little older, where you wanted to mention it to him in passing that it was something that you kept, but the moment never seemed quite right. Each time you went to clean out your room and your closet you would come across it, and each time you were faced with the decision of whether or not you wanted to keep it, and you always did. You always told yourself that you didn’t know why, but you knew.

“Alright,” you were trying not to let yourself get too emotional as you sat cross-legged on his bed watching him pack “You can’t do anything stupid while I’m not around to yell at you for it, alright?”

He chuckled as he shoved another shirt into his bag, “Trust me, there will be plenty of other people around to yell at me. That’s the whole point of—”

“But they can’t do it as well as I can.”

He glanced over at you, a small smile on his face. He knew how upset you were despite the fact that you were still being supportive. Him going into the Navy was something that you hadn’t seen coming. The thought of him being gone for so long after the two of you had spent so much of your lives practically joined at the hip was a bit jarring. You knew the ache in your chest was caused by more feelings than you were ready to admit to him, or to yourself.

“It’s not like you’ll never hear from me.”

You huffed, “Snail mail is not the same as bothering you in person,” you flopped backwards on the bed, “And for the record I still think it’s bullshit that you don’t get to call me.”

He laughed as he stood up and sat on the bed, looking down at you, “Don’t be dramatic. I’ll be in basic for less time than you had that stupid cast on your arm.”

“Yea but it’s not like you’re coming right home after that.”

He nodded, his expression sobering a little as he continued to look at you, “I know.”

“You’ll come home to visit me as soon as you can?”

He chuckled, nodding, “As soon as I can.”

For a moment you thought about spilling your guts—telling him everything that you were thinking and feeling. There was something about the way that he was looking at you that made you feel like maybe he felt the same way. But the confidence that shot through you went away as quickly as it appeared, and the moment passed as he continued to pack his things.

True to his word, you got letters in the mail. You saved each one, kept them stashed away in your closet alongside the cast that was still there collecting dust even after years of being shuffled around. You sent more letters than you received, not that you really minded. You figured that he needed them more than you did.

However as the months ticked by, you waited for him to say he was coming home, but he never did. It was one thing right into the next and the more time that passed by, the more you wondered if this was how he slipped away from you, even though he swore that that wouldn’t happen. He reached out when he could, when he had the time. And you knew that he had other priorities, and realistically you did too. But there was still part of you that felt like things were changing too much.

Your heart sped up inside your chest when you got a late-night phone call from him. You scrambled to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey,” he sounded exhausted.

“Hey,” you pulled your blanket up to your chin as you spoke to him, “H-how are you?”

“I’m alright,” he sighed, “It’s good to hear your voice.”

You smiled despite the weight settling in your chest, “It’s good to hear yours too. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

You didn’t want to push and pry, but you couldn’t help asking, “When are you coming home?”

There was a long pause before he spoke up again, “I, uh, I don’t really know.”

“Don’t they give you guys leave or something?”

He let out a tired chuckle, “Yea. But, um, I’m not sure if I’m going to be coming home for leave anytime soon.”

Your heart crumped inside your chest, “Why not?”

“Got some shit that I’m working on lining up here. Doesn’t hurt to stay close.”

You hated that your bottom lip was beginning to tremble, “Right.”

He knew you too well and you could hear the shift in his tone, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” you replied immediately, “Fuck, don’t be sorry. I’m proud of you, really. Keep…keep doing your thing.”

“Thank you for always being there. It’s been…it’s been nice knowing someone is in my corner when no one else seems to be,” there was a beat of silence, “You seen my family lately?”

You took a deep breath, “No. Why, everything alright?”

He sighed, “Wouldn’t know.”

You pressed your lips together into a tight line—things had never been simple for him when it came to family, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be home to see you as soon as I can be, alright?”

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, “Alright,” you were about to say goodbye but your brain betrayed you, “Hey, Nestor?”

“Yea?”

“I love you,” the words fell from your lips, free of their confines after so many years of locking them away.

It might’ve been you projecting, but you could’ve sworn that he let out a sigh of relief, “I love you too.”

That was the last thing that you’d heard from him. He went radio silent after that. You wondered if it was just you that he was ignoring, but no one seemed to have heard anything from him—his own family included. The only things that were running through your mind were terrible. All of your calls went unanswered, all of your texts went unopened. The letters that you sent didn’t get kicked back to you but you never got responses to any of them either. He had blipped off the radar seemingly without a trace and you had no idea why. You lost a lot of sleep over it but at the same time, life didn’t stop for anyone. You had to keep moving forward while a very large part of you was stuck in the past.

You were packing up your room, getting ready to move into your own apartment. You were throwing things from your closet into random bags and boxes—organization had never been your strong suit. As you were leafing through everything, pulling things down off the top shelf of your closet, you were smacked in the face with a stack of papers. You managed to catch them before they hit the ground, tears instantly springing into your eyes when you realized what they were. Your heart sped up inside your chest as you stood on your tip-toes, reaching for the very back of the shelf. The feeling of the plaster underneath your fingers sent a shock through your body as you pulled it towards you. Looking over it, you were bombarded with an onslaught of memories.

Packing fell by the wayside as you sat on your bed, reading through the letters and looking over all the artwork that was still holding up on the cast. How you managed to keep your tears from falling, you didn’t know.

There was a light knock on your door and you looked up, trying to make yourself look much less upset than you were. The smile immediately dropped from your mother’s face when she saw what you were doing, how it was upsetting you. She leaned against the doorframe as she tried to figure out what to say to you to try and make things better.

“I’m sorry, honey,” her tone was sincere.

You shook your head as you set your cast to the side, “Don’t be. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hadn’t really spoken much to her about it all—there wasn’t a whole lot to say. You didn’t have any answers and with each day that went by it was less likely that you would ever get them. It was difficult to tell whether or not it was more reassuring for you that no one had heard from him, not just you.

“There’s nothing to talk about. He just fucking disappeared, I guess. I just need to accept it and get on with my life.”

“He was your best friend—you’re allowed to be upset about it, you know.”

Even though you knew it, it was nice to hear her say it to you. Wiping the tears from your eyes before they could stain your cheeks, you nodded, “I know.”

She lightly drummed her fingers on the door frame, “You keeping those?”

There was a long pause before you finally nodded, “I think so.”

She nodded, “I’ll go grab you another box.”

“This thing looks like it’s been through the wringer,” your tattoo artist chuckled as she looked over the cast you’d brought with you.

You managed a smile, “Because it has. I’ve had that thing since I was in, fucking, like eighth grade I think? Long time.”

“What made you decide to get this done now?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Figured it’ll be better than moving it from one closet to the next over the course of my life.”

You could tell by the look on her face, that she wanted to ask for the story behind it all. But the fact that you didn’t offer it up, made her not pry. You’d always been open so if you were keeping something to yourself, she respected that. The two of you talked about the logistics of it, and the changes you want to make to clean it up a little bit. You were excited to come back and get it done, though.

Despite the wait, your excitement and nervousness about coming back didn’t fade. You didn’t regret the decision, but it was still nerve-wracking as you got ready to sit down in the chair. She had you look over the pattern she’d drawn up, and when you gave her the okay she laid the stencil out on your arm and got to work. You watched her as she brought it all to life—it was a little cleaner and more grown-up than the original scribbles and doodles, but it felt right. Tears stung at the edges of your eyes but it wasn’t because of the physical pain of getting the tattoo.

She was wrapping it up in saranwrap as she gave you the run-down of taking care of the tattoo. You’d heard the spiel before but you still listened anyway. You had a hard time taking your eyes off of the artwork as you made your way back out to your car. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you let out a sigh as you tried to inspect the ink as best you could through the wrap around your arm.

The next day, you were putting on a fresh wrap over your tattoo after your shower when you heard your phone buzzing in the next room. With a heavy sigh, you slapped a piece of tape onto the wrap and scrambled to get to your phone before you missed the call. Looking down at the screen, you didn’t recognize the number. But it was an off-hour for a scammer to be calling so you answered it on a whim. Worst case scenario you would just hang up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, my name is Rita and I work at Imperial Hospital. I’m looking for Ms. Y/N?”

“Um, speaking?” you had no idea where this was going.

“Good morning. Someone was admitted and you are their only emergency contact—no next of kin listed. Do you know a Mr. Nestor Oceteva?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, “Yes,” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, “Yes I do. Is he alright?”

“He’s going to be fine,” her tone was calm enough to give you the smallest sliver of reassurance, “But we do need you to come in and answer some questions for us. He’s been in and out of it and we need someone who can give us reliable information.”

“O-okay. Yea. Yea I’ll leave right now. It’ll be about an hour or so before I get there though. Is that alright? He’s going to be okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s going to be fine. Thank you so much for your cooperation.”

You hung up the phone and started flying around your apartment to get ready. You had no idea what you were about to be walking into but at this point you didn’t care. All these years you’ve been wondering about him and he was two towns over. You were as angry as you were relieved.

The line of questions that the nurses asked you seemed endless. You knew that it was all important but there was nothing that you wanted more than to be in the room and see that it really was him, that this wasn’t just some cruel trick from the universe.

Finally, the nurse started walking you back. You only heard half of what she was saying to you about his condition as the two of you approached the room. You heard that he was stable and the rest didn’t really matter to you. your hands were trembling as she gestured to the door to his room, telling you that she would give you a few minutes to yourselves.

You slowly opened the door and a sob lodged itself in your throat as you looked at him. He was passed out, whether the sleep was genuine or from the meds you didn’t know. Truthfully, it was almost difficult to see that it was the Nestor you knew and loved—but you could still see it. Underneath the cuts and scrapes, beneath the braids and the tattoos, there was still your Nestor. The man you knew all those years ago was somewhere underneath it all.

Walking over, you collapsed in the chair next to his bed. You reached out and took his hand in your own, seeing the scars and scabs that covered his knuckles. Whatever he’d been doing all those years, it wasn’t treating him well. You let out a shaky breath as the tears started to fall. You tried to keep your emotions bottled up and quiet, but you couldn’t. There were too many there that you had been battling with and pushing down over the years.

Your crying made him stir. With a quiet groan of pain he opened his eyes and turned to look and see who was in the room with him. His entire body went stiff as his eyes flew completely open, unable to believe that you were sitting there with him.

“H-holy shit,” he coughed, trying to sit up, “Y/N?”

He was conscious and able to speak, so you punched him in the upper arm, “As soon as I can my ass, Nestor.”

He winced and smiled, and you could see all of the motions in his eyes, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“You fucking should be.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

There were a few beats of silence and then he heard the crinkling of the wrap on your arm as you crossed them and he nodded towards it, “Fresh?”

Heat instantly flooded to your face and you fought the urge to get up and run out of the room, “Got it yesterday.”

“Can I see?”

You hated that he was talking to you like everything was normal, but you couldn’t lie and said that you didn’t miss it. Taking a deep breath, you laid your arm down on the hospital bed for him to inspect. A smile instantly took over his features when he saw what it was. He looked up at you, and when he saw the happiness and hurt both in your expression, his smile dulled a little bit.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck, Nestor?”

“I know, I know. I should’ve said something.”

“Uh…yea.”

“When they let me out of here, will you let me take you somewhere and tell you all about it?”

“I mean. I guess. But only because I’m nosey,” you managed a smile through the tears.

“I love you.”

The words made your heart skip a beat in your chest, “I love you too.”

“That’s way less clunky than a cast,” he tapped the plastic wrap.

You smiled, wiping the tears away, “Yea, I guess so.”

“I can’t believe you still have the same number after all these years.”

You paused, looking down at your hands, “I kept it in case your ass decided to smarten up and call me one of these days.”

“Hospital calling you on my behalf doesn’t count?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No. No it doesn’t.”

He reached over and clasped your hand in his, “I’m really glad that you’re here.”

With a deep sigh, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his forehead, careful to miss all the scrapes, “Me too.”

There was so much more to be said, but it could wait. You tried to soak up the feeling of his hand over yours, smiles appearing on both of your faces despite the lost time and the gravity of the situation. A lot of things had changed, but as you felt the heat from his palm and the way his thumb traced back and forth over your hand, you knew the important things were still exactly the same.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x reader #nestor oceteva x you #nestor oceteva imagine #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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muilkyu · 3 years

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Cooking With Treasure

Genre:Fluff

Word Count: 1k (1490)

Warnings: None (as usual pure fluff)

This was requested a million years ago lol.

🐷 Hyunsuk

"The website says 4 eggs. Do we have eggs at home?"

"We have a full carton of eggs."

Hyunsuk checks the item off the list moving to the next, "It says we need breadcrumbs."

"Plain or seasoned? Wait just breadcrumbs or panko specifically?"

Hyunsuk is thrown off guard by the question he looks up from his phone head tilted, "There are different types?"

"Yes, there is. They all taste different too."

"I officially give up. Here you take the list, I'm just gonna follow your lead."

Hyunsuk is actually pretty good a cooking

So he agrees almost immediately to cook with you

Rather cook than eat out anyways

Whenever you ask to cook with him he gets really excited asking if you need to run to the store or not

🐼 Jihoon

“More pepper in mine please?” you request.

Wordlessly Jihoon pours a little more pepper into the egg mixture, “Is that enough?”

“Yes thank you,” you chirp, turning back the strawberries for your fruit salad. “Since you don’t want a fruit salad do you want a smoothie?”

“It’s okay you don’t have to make anything else.”

You stop cutting to turn around, “It’s okay, it’s not much and you need more fruit in your diet.”

“Hey, it’s too early in the morning to take jabs at me.”

You just laugh, “It is never too early to tease you. Now you know how your friends feel. Also your eggs are starting to burn.”

You are both great independent cookers

Both follow your own rhythm in the kitchen

Loves bring a recipe to you that you can both try together

🐯 Yoshi

“The recipe says we need some brown sugar,” Yoshi reads from his phone.

“I have some at home. Those cookies I made a while ago needed some,” you tell him placing a carton of baking soda into the basket on his arm.

“I never knew cookies required so many ingredients,” he says looking down at the basket that's filled to the top with ingredients.

“Yeah, but that’s the fun part. We get to run around the kitchen trying to remember measurements and spilling flour all over the place.”

“I have a feeling we are going to be cleaning dishes all night,” he says.

I feel like Yoshi would be fine in the kitchen

Follows your lead though for sure

Yoshi’s partner would totally be a baker (gut feeling idk)

Has his own apron that matches yours

🐨 Junkyu

"Smell this and see if it's bad."

Pushing away the bottle Junkyu is pushing towards your face you reply, "If you have to smell it to see if it's bad you shouldn't use it."

“Why do you want to cook anyways?”

You shrug crossing your arms leaning against the counter, “We always eat out. It's a nice change to our usually routine.”

“I see, well if we want to cook anything we should head out to the market.”

“Or we could head to my dorm because I have everything we need, but tomorrow we are going to clean out your fridge.”

Junkyu groans, not liking the idea of cleaning, “Does it have to be tomorrow?”

“Yes it does now come on I’m hungry.”

Junkyu doesn’t cook for himself

All the food in his fridge is packed by his mom

Cooking with Junkyu goes south very quickly

1000% messes up measurements

You might have to start over a few times...

🐹 Mashiho

“Which plate should we use the pink ones or the green ones?”

Turning around Mashi just shrugs, “You can choose.”

“We’ll do the pink ones then they match the lemonade,” you decide, placing the pink plates down on the table.

“Okay! Are you ready to eat?” he says, carefully he brings the pan over from the stove. You sit down capping your hands. “Dinner is served.”

“Thank you so much for helping mte today.”

Mashi shakes his head denying it all, “No thank you for letting me help you. Now let’s dig in.”

We all saw T-Map episode 34...he knows his way around the kitchen

Honesty cooking with Mashi is just full of giggles

Since you both know what you are doing no mistakes happen

100% serves both of your plates

🦁 Jaehyuk

"How much of this?"

"Half a cup. Stir it slowly," you instruct slowly pouring milk into the measuring cup.

He follows instructions slowly pouring in the milk, "Speed one or two?"

"One first and then two so it doesn't fly everywhere."

Jae doesn't seem to have listened because he pushes the machine onto four. The milk goes flying everywhere, soaked all of his shirt and face. He scrambles to turn the machine off,while you just watch.

When he gets the mixer off he looks up at you with milk and bits of flour falling from his face, "Oops."

He's excited about cooking together

Always follows instructions

Yet all seems to make mistakes

The food still turns out amazing, but he's on cleaning duty after you finishing cooking

🤖 Asahi

"Let's just order some food."

"That might be too expensive. We can just make something."

"It'll take longer, we should just order."

"There is a perfectly good kitchen right there," you point out, "Plus we shouldn't waste food."

He thinks for a bit before agreeing, "What are we gonna make?"

Asahi would rather order out than cook

You have to push him to cook

Definitely forgets to set the timer to check on the food

🦊 Yedam

"We should bake a cake."

He looks up from his phone confused at the sudden proposal, "Tonight?"

"Yes, I think we have all the ingredients."

"Okay, what flavor?"

You think for a second then reply, “Mhh, chocolate cake.”

Goes along with it

He's a little lost but he's good at following the recipe

The food always turns out fine with a few minor casualties

🐰 Doyoung

"Let me help."

"No, I'm going to cook."

He attempts to pick up the pasta sitting on the counter, but you slap his hand with the back of the spoon.

"Please? I don't want you to make all of this alone."

You glance down at the ingredients on the table, before agreeing, "You know it wouldn't hurt to have a little help."

Really wants to help you out

He's really only in the way half the time but he really tires

You let him help out whenever he begs because you secretly like cooking with him

100% asks his mom to teach him how to cook because he wants to impress you

🐏 Haruto

"How much longer?"

"I just put the pan on the stove."

He plops down on the couch groaning, “Maybe we should just order some food.”

“Nope, I already started the noodles,” you reply, sitting down on the couch next to him.

Haruto grabs a hold of you pulling you into his side, you giggle letting your head falling into his shoulder, “Thank you for cooking for us.”

“Mh, and thank you for helping.”

Doesn’t offer to help because he is terrified of messing up your work

Always helps clean up

You always try to incorporate both of your cultures food into your cooking

🐺 Jeongwoo

As soon as you open the door Jeongwoo is already pulling you into a hug.

“I missed you so much.”

You slightly hug back pulling away, “You just saw me yesterday.”

Pouting he tries to pull you back into the hug. Successfully you dodge him trying to avoid letting the spoon in your hand get any sauce on you both.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"What's behind your back?" he questions, extending his neck to look behind you. “A spoon.”

"It's nothing," you insist, trying to change the subject you push the spoon behind your back and invite him in, "Just take off your shoes and come inside."

“Did you cook?”

You nod, “Just a little bit. I still have to make the rest of the salad and dressing though.”

“I can cut up the rest of the vegetables and you can finish up the dressing then.” He decides to slip off his shoes heading to the kitchen.

Always wants to help

Usually clueless, but the food is never ruined

Doesn't really care for cooking himself but finds it more exciting when it's with you

🐮 Junghwan

"Are you sure this is correct?"

"I've done this a million times."

“I don’t think we put enough milk,” you say looking down at the recipe.

Junghwan stops stirring to look at the red clumpy in the bowl. “Just give it a few more minutes.”

“It’s already been 15 minutes,” you remind him. “We should add some more milk.”

"Just a few more minutes I promise it will come together."

Takes the lead

He insists what recipe you should make, but adds his own twists

Cooking together either turns out amazing or at the end the night you end up having to order food

Thank you so much for reading!

Also this was a request from months ago I don’t even have the original request anymore.

I am trying out the ‘keep reading’ feature so my blog so it doesn’t take forever to scroll lol. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but let’s just give it a try.

Requests closed.

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fyexo · 3 years

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210215 Baekhyun Twitter Updates

Fan: Baekhyunnie where are you FK

Baekhyun: Why are you getting so mad!!! haha

Fan: Baekhyunnie, whenever you can pleaaasee do Beret Selca ~ㅜㅜ... Beret ...ㅜㅜ

Baekhyun: Mygreyhair.that.colour.won’tmatchnicely!? hehe

Fan: Baekhyunnie who’s still in the process of growing up (stayed up) till dawn???

Baekhyun: It’d be so nice if i’m (really) still growing up.... ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Fan: I need information on that fluffy white blanket in Baekhyunnie’s bubble... I'm curious about everything about Baekhyun..

Baekhyun: I’m changing my blanket this time...heh

Fan: It’s my first time seeing a T-Zone so clear. Baekhyun-ah do you know who stepped on my T-Zone..? (T-Zone = Forehead, nose, chin)

Baekhyun: T-Zone where did you go~~

Fan: Baekhyun-ah, what’s your dinner menu today?_?

Baekhyun: I’m currently thinking about what to eat...

Fan: Baekhyunnie who just woke up, are sending bubble messages and on twitter. Why are you so cute

Baekhyun: Hehehh

Fan: spoiler fairy Baekhyunnie, aren’t you sharing anything today~?

Baekhyun: SHINee hyungs’ MV was crazy good is all i can say, I did a reaction video yesterday

Fan: Baekhyunah...The suspenders are really really too much, I fainted, and the hair extension came out so goodㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Baekhyun: Oh I think the suspenders came out well too?.. I guess I’ll wear it more often!

Fan: I am someone who thinks that blankets have a big impact on your sleep quality, but baekhyun’s wool blankets are more than just a blanket ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ♡ Did Baekhyun who delicately chooses his pillow cover and his fabric softener, also chooses the blanket himself ?.. I’m in love with this guy’s choice in blankets...

Baekhyun: I’m in trouble...hehe I’ll be careful!

Fan: Baekhyunah there’s Pork Rib Hangover Soup at my house, come..

Baekhyun: But it’s really your home right!? I’ll come even if it’s just Bean Rice Cake..I'll go if the Corona gets any better. But I could be a nuisance to you! I’ll definitely go if it’s a restaurant!$•^^

Fan: How does baekhyunnie likes his pizza and Bulddak ramen??????

Baekhyun: Pizza and hot chicken ramen?..

Fan: Baekhyun oppa, i’m sorry but do you hate Malatang..?

Baekhyun: No, but there are people who likes it! But my stomach is weak so it hurts after eating it no matter how mild it is! Uh I think it’s because of that flavor...that thing that looks like a bean!

Fan: Baekhyunah have you tried Rose Tteokbokki

Baekhyun: There’s Rose Tteokbokki!?

Fan: Baekhyun oppa don’t ever go to KkungDeok I’ll get jealous

Baekhyun: You come too

Fan: Baekhyun-ah you should try Rose-Bulddak~

Baekhyun: I’m going to eat so much now...

Fan: Baekhyunah!!! Pizza and Makguksu combination, it’s crazy ㅠㅠ

Baekhyun: Huh?... .Combine what?..

Fan: Baekhyunah sushi and seasoned crab’s sauce are super delicious, It’s super awesome if you eat them together~~

Baekhyun: Waah that sounds yummy huuu soy sauce crab are already delicious... Not too salty and not too sweet, MGRG? You Know? Huuu

Fan: Will baekhyunnie’s face come out on my costmetics too

Baekhyun: ...Wi..Wipe them out.... (T/N: What he said in the CF and also a term often said in Hip Hop)

Fan: Baekhyunnie I sincerely recommend honey combo Yeoptteok. If it doesn’t taste good, I’ll pay for you instead.

Baekhyun: But I don’t enjoy Yeoptteok well...

Baekhyun: Because they are too spicy ㅜㅜ

Fan: Baekhyunah!! Soba noodles and buckwheat pancakes!!!!! They are really good

Baekhyun: True.. I really wanted to eat the buckwheat pancake made by my grandmother right now...since it’s the New Year! But I can't eat it, but my grandmother’s buckwheat pancake is the best ❤️ hehe

Fan: Baekhyunah my mom...is waiting for you. She said she wants to feed you 5 times in a day ㅋㅋㅋ��ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Baekhyun: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋYour mother knows I exist?... hehe

Fan: Then I guess Carbonara Bulddak is spicy for you too.. (RE: Yeoptteok)

Baekhyun: Yup that’s spicy too!

Fan: Baekhyunah, my mom’s glass noodles are really delicious.. I want to eat them too..

Baekhyun: Let’s go eat together later hehe

Baekhyun: You all are like Tteokbokki Master ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋIt’s so funnyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋE-bokk-ri , E-bokki feeling

Baekhyun: But while receiving all these food recommendations, why do I feel like you guys like Tteokbokki so much!!?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋEveryone!?ㅋㅋㅋㅋWhat’s going on!

Fan: I had Tteokbokki today. Isn’t Tteokbokki the best Baekhyunah!!!!!???

Baekhyun: Is this the Rose Tteokbokki!?

Baekhyun: I don’t usually eat Tteokbokki! I guess our taste don’t match with this one??...

Baekhyun: Those who have eaten a lot of Delivery-Tteokbokki, which one would you recommend?..

Baekhyun: Since I have to order it, should I try Rose Tteokbokki today

Fan: Rose Tteokbokki and Buckwheat Noodle Tteok is best eaten together baekhyun..

Baekhyun: I’ll...eat them together...Ehem

Fan: [ACCOUNT LOCKED]

Baekhyun: Who’s no. 1

Baekhyun: A lot of people are saying to order the Buckwheat Noodle Tteok side too

Baekhyun: The side dish is out of stock ㅜㅜㅜHuaaaaang

Should I add cheese...?? I already added two eggs

Baekhyun: I added a little sugar and also tuna mayo and some tempura

Baekhyun: I’m letting you know my menu

1 Rose Tteokbokki - Mild flavor

Buckwheat Noodle Type, a little sugar, 2 eggs

Side dishes: Tuna mayo don’t go rolling rolling 1 (it rhymes lmao tuna mayo rolling rolling chujimayo)

4 crabsticks, 2 hashbrowns, 1 fried hotdog, 2cheese stick, 4 seaweed rolls, 1 mini fish cake soup

What else should I add!

Fan: Baekhyunah the mild flavor doesn’t taste good. Even if you don’t like it you should’ve gotten the spicy flavor..!!!! Also you should get the squid..... ...

Baekhyun: Ah really!? Alright

Fan: Baekhyun-ah, I’m getting my tattoo retouched but I’m so nervous

Baekhyun: I also want to get a tattoo

Baekhyun: I’m going to go shower and come back ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Let’s eat the tteokbokki together

Baekhyun: It’s arriving in 90 minutes...today...

Baekhyun: I’ll go prepare for a live

#exo #baekhyun #t: twitter #tw: baekhyun

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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hypersensitivities

How Aizawa, Toshinori, and Hizashi would help and support their s/o with hypersensitivities.

While hypersensitivities can be caused by many things (both mental and physical), mine are from ADHD and anxiety. I believe I kept these as general as possible so others can relate even if their issues aren’t caused by the same things as mine.

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa’s the least picky person out there. Come home with a different smelling shampoo for him or a new comforter made out of your preferred material and he won’t bat an eye. If it works, he’s fine with it.

Rubbing. Digging. Scruffing. Itching. Constricting. You just can’t get away from it. There’s always something touching you. It makes your entire being uncomfortable and agitated. He’ll ask if there’s anything he can do. He knows you sometimes need space to breathe and calm yourself. Those times when you want someone to help, he’s there. If you need your weighted blanket, he can find it. If you need shea butter lotion, he can apply it. If you just need some skin-to-skin contact, he can provide it. Anything to get you to stop scratching and pulling at yourself, he’ll do because he hates seeing you so visibly distraught.

Having a strong sense of taste and an aversion to textiles can lead to a difficult food life. Onions are fine if they’re in this dish, prepared this way. Tomatoes, mushrooms, and bananas? Gooey and slimy. Seafood? Beans? Never. It’s frustrating to just eat. While Aizawa’s no connoisseur or nutritionist, he can (surprisingly) cook pretty well. And he sticks to plain, easy dishes. It’s great when you’re essentially limited to bread, some kinds of pasta, and some fruits and meats. He can help with any simple soups and basic meat dishes.

If a truck’s horn or that ridiculously high pitch buzzing finally breaks your ears down to the point you’re crying, find Shouta. He’s always willing to cuddle. Even more so when you need comforting. He’s so safe and secure. Hands will stroke circles while lips kiss your temple. If you have to play rain or ocean sounds in your earbuds or from your phone, he’ll lay in bed with you, keeping you locked to him, and press kisses all over.

Whenever you leave the house, he reminds you to bring any glasses that you need: FL-41 for light sensitivity, blue blockers for computer screens, even category 4 sunglasses if your eyes need that amount of protection. He always remembers. You’ll be at the mall, squinting from the horrible fluorescents, and he’ll pull them out of his pocket for you.

His hair is perfect for hiding in when you’re out in public. It’s thick and smells like him. And while he dislikes PDA, he does make exceptions. Whenever you need a break from the lights, just turn into him, rest against his chest, and his hair will fall over your eyes. He’ll hold you close, patiently waiting for you to be ready to continue.

Please, never feel high-maintenance. If anything, having you in his life makes him more attentive to himself. He’ll eat better from any meal plans. He’ll clean his place more often so it’s enjoyable for you. He is especially aware of what cleaning supplies and detergent he uses. He just becomes considerate of how you’re in his life and what he does because he loves you.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshi developed a love for cooking. With his injury, his nutritional needs changed, so he’s learned to cook well to avoid constantly buying expensive foods. Any aversions you have, whether it be texture, smell, or taste, he’ll avoid. Can the slightest change in the sauce throw the whole dish off? His measurements are as precise as can be. Lettuce is fine, but spinach, cabbage, and parsley? It’s basically paper in your mouth. He’ll find recipes that include just lettuce and your preferred vegetables. You’ll come home to another new dish he made to surprise you.

Textile sensitivities are difficult to deal with. And clothes shopping becomes the worst task of them all. You have to test the fabric, the seams, where the tag is, how the shoulders and neck sit, the sleeve tightness, everything. Toshi will keep a list of the exact materials you like for blankets, pillows, towels, carpets, and clothing. And it doesn’t stop there. Is stoneware and glass dinnerware too irritating on your fingers? His next investment his wooden or metal dinnerware. Is cold press and rough drawing paper uncomfortable? He’ll be on the lookout for specific hot press paper.

The only thing he uses that smells is his cologne. It’s simple and never overwhelming. But if you need a different scent, he’s more than willing to go to the store with you so you can pick out something you like.

Any scents that calm you, candles, incense, and those air freshener crystal beads, will be that scent. Vanilla or lavender. Maybe there’s some obscure scent you can only dig up online? Oh, he’ll find it. It’s incomprehensible how much he loves you. And your comfort is vital. Because if you can’t feel comfortable in your own home, then something’s seriously wrong.

The lightbulbs in your place are always free for you to change. If incandescent bulbs are what you need in the living room, buy them and change them out. If green LED lights help with migraines and pain, put them in the lamp near your bed while you rest. Install smart lighting so you can dim and change the lights whenever you need to. Toshi doesn’t care about the expenses. If it helps and protects your eyes, then money means nothing to him.

It doesn’t help that his smile is just so darn bright.

Overstimulation takes over so suddenly. You’re sitting in the living room, reading, when all of a sudden, the TV and microwave throws your hearing off, your bra becomes a boa constrictor and it’s only tightening, the flowers, food, and candles engulfs your entire being. It’s throttling, smothering, and you can’t escape. You’re left to drown.

The minute you’re scratching, rocking, or crying, he’s prepared. Is your dog fluffy and grounding? Toshi brings her over. Do you need a hot or cold shower? It’s already running. Is fresh air the best for you? He’s walking you to the balcony or roof for a break. He can stay with you or leave you alone.

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi is a little bit of a picky eater too. Certain vegetables and sauces like tartar, guacamole, and harissa bother him, especially if the sauces are chunky. He prefers smoother dressings/sauces. So he completely understands any food aversions you have and never makes you feel guilty for being picky. He spends extra care when choosing what restaurants to go to and what he picks up for takeout.

He loves jewelry, not just wearing it, but on his partner too: necklaces that highlight your collarbones and rings that emphasize your fingers. He wants to buy you jewelry and hates that you don’t like it. He isn’t mad at you or your preferences but at how uncomfortable you get in your own skin. He wants you to feel great. And those mornings where you change outfits nine times until you finally find something that isn’t suffocating, his heart breaks.

You can bet he’ll come home with five bras and ten shirts he found that he knows you’ll like. The shirts are soft and the exact size and shape you want with no annoying frills, buttons, or ties. The bras are cute and never have tight, prodding wires or scratchy lace. He’s like a bloodhound when he’s at the store. One whiff of a good pair of pants and he’s ransacking the isles for more like it. He wants you feeling cozy, comfortable, and sexy!

A lot of gum goes in his mouth. His breath and taste is always something. But mint is powerful. There are too many kinds- spearmint, peppermint, winter-something, sweet-whatever, polar-anything. They’re overwhelming, upset your stomach, soak into your tongue, and cling to your clothes. You’ll smell it long after he gives you a kiss. To help, Hizashi will buy literally every flavor of gum there is and let you pick the ones you like. Bubblegum? Classic. Berry Blast? He loves fruit! Apple Pie or Confetti Cake Pop? Odd choice but he can dig it!

Noise sensitivities will be a little tough to manage when living with him. And it’s not his quirk that’s the problem. He’s just a noisy guy. He’s bumping things, knocking them over. He hums, pops, and sings all the time. Music or instruments are often playing somewhere in the apartment. Sound canceling headphones would be a good investment because it’s near impossible for him to just stop making noise. It's ingrained in him. Though there will be days when he’s almost completely quiet so he can spend time with you… and press kisses all over your face.

If you need sunglasses, Hizashi is your guy. Styles, tints, frames, colors, he’ll make sure your eyes are protected and you look perfect. In your home, he’ll cover up any reflective or bright surfaces that bother you: throwing a blanket over the refrigerator and getting blackout curtains. And if you need the often dreaded eyedrops, he’ll apply them for you. He’ll reward you with chocolate and kisses.

Since he’s so in tune with his partner’s emotions, he can notice when you’re starting to get overstimulated. Your voice may get sharper. You're itching your arm till it’s red. Your squinting and tilting away from certain sounds. He’ll recommend you take a break. Go lay down with the cat. Read a book under your weighted blanket. Burn some candles while in the bath. He’ll massage lotion into your back after for extra comfort.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #aizawa headcanons #all might headcanons #present mic headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha

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Surprise Visits (France & America)

I remember when he was just a little boy. He had large blue eyes and that bright, innocent smile he'd always wear upon his lips whenever I'd come see him. Those moments were fleeting and the time I spent with that boy was short.

"Alfred, papa made you something to eat!"

Whenever I saw him, I remember being so happy. Even if it was a struggle just to see his face again the next time around. It was something I'd look forward to. Kissing his forehead, cuddling next to him in bed, feeding him the food I made so lovingly.

It was strange. Up until that point I'd never felt such a strong urge to protect something. To become the pillar that would hold him up in his darkest moments. But I accepted the feeling wholeheartedly and without question. This little boy was my little boy.

The American Revolution was when I truly got to know him. Arthur may have stolen away his childhood, but I had his teen years. The moments when he was the most vulnerable. The moments when he'd break down in tears, unsure of what to do. But it was okay, I was there. I'd always be there.

"I love you, mon petit chou."

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Francis sighed as he pushed his luggage next to the front door and out of the way, pocketing his spare key. He then took off his shoes before taking a few steps into his son's home, leaving the entrance behind him. The place was quiet, eerily quiet considering who this was he was visiting. The only sounds he could hear was the soft pitter-patter of paws as Alfred's cat came to greet him. Her white fluffy tail standing up at attention as she meowed at him as if saying hello or perhaps asking him to leave. She did have a bit of an attitude problem afterall, as most cats do.

Francis kneeled down to give her a stroke, "I'm happy to see you too~" he greeted, letting her bunt against the back of his hand. A small smile played at his lips while she inspected him in mild interest and eventually took her leave. Back to her outpost atop the fridge to stare at him behind beady blue eyes.

Francis gazed upon her 'elegance' for a moment, before slowly rising to his feet again and continuing his journey through the house. First things first, he'd check to see if Alfred was even home. But judging by the fact Marshmallow was left unattended and not in someone's care, he was sure that the American hadn't gone too far.

"Alfred, papa came by to visit you~" was the only warning he gave as he so brazenly entered his son's room. It's not like he'd care if he saw anything he shouldn't. Francis wasn't exactly one who held high regard towards concepts such as shame. Plus, if anything was happening, he'd just walk back out and talk through the door instead. Simple as that~ (He had a feeling Arthur wouldn't be too keen on that logic.)

Francis blinked when he noticed Alfred laying in bed. Despite it being the middle of the day, there he was, hugging an oversized stuffed bear like he was a small child again. It made the Frenchman's heart light up as he stepped towards the bed to sit down next to his very much full grown son and run a hand through his messy hair. He frowned at the texture; greasy, split ends, dandruff. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, this just wouldn't do. It was a good thing he decided to come over.

"Alfred, did you work late last night?" He asked, his voice soft, as the American slowly blinked himself into consciousness. Staring out through windows surrounding his bed for a moment, towards the swaying palm trees and the rolling shores. Before finally turning his head to look up at Francis.

"Papa?"

"Yeah, it's me," Francis chuckled, letting his thumb briefly rub against Alfred's cheek in a comforting gesture.

"Did you bring me any food?" Alfred asked groggily and Francis rolled his eyes.

"No, I was going to ask you what you wanted though."

"Crepes~" he cheered as he sat up, suddenly a lot more energetic than he was before. "With lots of whip cream and strawberries~"

"Wait, are we having a meal here or desert?" Francis asked, his eyebrows bunched together in concern.

"Chocolate sauce?"

"That doesn't make it any healthier." Francis sighed, shaking his head as Alfred laughed. "How about I choose then?"

"What? You can't just walk in here, ask what I want and not let me choose. I will drink the chocolate sauce just to spite you."

"Alfred please...let's not drink the chocolate sauce. That is disgusting."

"To you maybe."

"No, it's disgusting and you know it!" Francis huffed, surprised when Alfred simply stared at him for a moment in silence. Seemingly letting him win the argument for a short period of time.

"Can I at least have the strawberries and whipped cream?" He begged, making those puppy dog eyes that always made Francis weak to his every will and whim.

"Fine you can have the strawberries."

"and whipped cream?"

"Strawberries."

Alfred squinted at him for a long moment, that angelic expression from earlier falling off his face completely as he realized what Francis was doing here. Opening his mouth to refute it again when Francis swiftly changed the subject.

"Alfred, when's the last time you took a shower?"

Alfred closed his mouth again, looking slightly surprised at such a sudden topic change. But also slightly embarrassed that he was caught not taking care of himself properly to Francis of all people. The one who would gripe the most about it.

"Yesterday."

Francis took hold of one of the strands of his hair, whilst Alfred tried to weakly swat him away. "This does not look like yesterday. There's so much grease, I could fry an egg with it," he pointed out, finally pulling his hand back and crossing his arms over his chest. "On top of that, you haven't been using the shampoo I recommended, have you?" Alfred's guilty look said it all. "You wouldn't have so much dandruff and split ends if you used the shampoo I told you to use. And what's this, acne? I thought I gave you a step by step guide on my skin care routine and -"

"Okay, okay! I got it!" Alfred cut off his father, who was currently going into a nagging tangent about how he should be taking care of himself. This time it was Francis' turn to squint suspiciously at Al. "I'll take a shower right now to prove it."

"Good." Francis finally began to smile again, leaning forward to kiss Alfred's forehead. "I'll be in the kitchen." He slowly rose from the bed to walk towards the bedroom door. Only pausing to turn back and close the door behind him, noticing Al curling up under the covers with his phone in hand, rather than getting up like he said he would. He raised a brow, "Alfred..." He called in warning.

"One sec, I gotta wake my legs up first."

"Now, Alfred." The American let out a huff and rolled to the floor, covers and all. Only to slowly crawl his way to his bathroom with a groan of protest. "And you tell me I'm over dramatic." Francis shook his head as he finally closed the door with a click, walking back down the hallway to get them both something to eat.

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"Do you feel better?" Francis asked as Alfred leaned back, stretching his arms up over his head after finishing his fifth plate of food. He definitely looked relaxed and at ease, but most of all, clean.

"Yeah, your food is the best~" he complimented, grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks papa!"

Francis leaned against his hand, brushing a few loose strands from his own face. "You need to take better care of yourself. What would you do if I didn't check on you all the time? But there's no need to think of that since I'm here~"

Alfred pouted, "now you're just being full of yourself. Besides, I wouldn't want to make your job pointless if I'm doing everything myself."

"How noble of you," Francis laughed, but the sound was genuine and heartfelt. He glanced towards Marshmallow who was gazing at them from the other side of the table. "Have you been overworking yourself again?"

"Nah, just was having a bit of a hard time." Francis turned his gaze back towards Alfred as he fiddled with his empty glass nervously.

"You know you can talk to me about it, mon petit chou."

"I know, it's just embarassing."

Francis stared at Alfred for a long moment trying to think of what it was that he was keeping from him. Something he had mentioned before perhaps? "Oh, is it..." He trailed off as Alfred seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable. "Oh, Alfred." He reached across the table to place his hands on his son's cheeks. "You're perfect in every way and there's absolutely nothing you need to change." He watched as Alfred began to tear up. "It's fine, you don't have to say anything. I'm here."

Alfred nodded. "Thanks..." He swallowed thickly. "Thanks for coming."

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occasionally-writing · 3 years

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Nightly Food Run

A/N: I think this is the last fic for the night. I’m getting tired XD This is just a quick little something but I hope you guys like it nonetheless <3

Summary: Tine finds that he can’t sleep and when Sarawat wakes up and finds him like this, he takes them out for some food and the night time air does them both wonders.

Word Count: 1317

Letting out a small grumble as he turned onto his back once more, Tine sighed and opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes focused on a faint yellow glow from the streetlights down below them, the light dim yet still enough to make it easy for Tine to look around the room. Turning his head to the side so he could glance at his boyfriend, Tine observed the soft rise and fall of Sarawat’s chest, signaling that his boyfriend was asleep. Taking in his looks, Tine didn’t move his gaze until he noticed his boyfriend stir, his eyes going back to focusing on the yellow light, trying not to move as Sarawat woke up and blinked, noticing that Tine was wide awake.

“Can’t sleep? What’s wrong?” Sarawat asked, his voice soft in the semi-dark room, making it seem like if he spoke any louder, it would break the silent atmosphere around them. Letting himself meet Sarawat’s concerned gaze, Tine offered him a slight smile to show that everything was okay and it was just the matter of not being able to fall asleep that was bugging him. Reaching out, Sarawat intertwined their fingers, their palms pressed flush against each other as he scooted closer to Tine. Turning onto his side as Sarawat threw an arm over him, Tine sighed and snuggled closer into his boyfriend, their eyes never leaving each other as they tangled their legs together. “Have too much energy to sleep? Is there anything you want to do?”

“Wat...you don’t have to do that. You were sleeping just fine, don’t worry okay? I’ll sleep eventually,” Tine sighed softly, making sure to show Sarawat that he was serious and that his boyfriend didn’t have to do anything all because he himself couldn’t sleep. Letting out a hum as he heard this, Sarawat pressed a sudden kiss to Tine’s forehead before he sat up, bringing Tine with him which caused him to squeak in shock. Thankful that Sarawat chose to wear pants for once, Tine stared at his boyfriend’s bare upper body until Sarawat pulled on a light hoodie and turned to face him, smirking when he caught Tine eyeing him up. Letting out a cough to try and make the blush lighting up his cheeks fade, Tine slowly pushed himself out of the bed and blinked when Sarawat handed him his own hoodie. “Where are we going? I said you didn’t have to do anything!”

“I know, I heard you the first time but I’m not going to let you stay awake alone. Now, as much as I like staring at your naked form, put this on and let’s go out. I’m hungry anyways,” Sarawat muttered out, staring at Tine’s chest until his boyfriend sputtered and snatched the hoodie, slipping it on with red cheeks. Taking Tine’s hand in his, Sarawat mumbled something about Tine being cute before he pulled his boyfriend forward, grabbing his keys and their phones as they made their way out. Locking the door behind them, Tine played with the string on his hoodie as Sarawat laced their fingers together, their intertwined hands swinging between them as Sarawat led them away from their flat and towards where Tine knew some street vendors were. Hearing the sound of people talking and vendors shouting about the food they’re selling, Tine caught the scent of food in the air and swallowed, his stomach giving out a growl that alerted even Sarawat that he too was hungry. “What would you like? I know this one place that Man, Boss and I used to hit up a lot. You want to try there?”

Letting out a hum as he nodded, Tine tightened his hold on Sarawat’s hand and let his boyfriend pull him towards the vendor. Giving the kind old woman a smile, Sarawat ordered food for the both of them, thanking the lady with a polite wai as she handed them their food. Doing the same, Tine thanked her for the food and followed close behind Sarawat, choosing a table where the sounds of the night owl people and the shouts of the vendors were not as loud so they could actually hear each other talk. Taking a bite of the yellow curry and white rice, Tine couldn’t help the pleased sound that escaped his mouth, swallowing quickly and taking more of it. Chuckling at how Tine seemed to stuff his cheeks with food, Sarawat began to eat his own meal, taking his time unlike Tine who was already halfway done with his late dinner.

“That was good! We need to come back here whenever we get a chance, Wat!” Tine excitedly proclaimed, the curry sauce all over his lips as he did so. Eyeing Tine with amusement, Sarawat agreed while he picked up a napkin, reaching across the table to wipe off the food from his boyfriend’s face. Freezing up as he did this, Tine cleared his throat when Sarawat finished cleaning his face and began to clean the area around them, putting their empty plates together as he got up to throw everything away. Getting off the picnic table as Tine came back to him, Sarawat laced their hands together and bit back a yawn, knowing that he wasn’t successful when Tine gave him a look. “Let’s go back home now, yeah? I know you’re tired and maybe I’ll have a better time falling asleep.”

“Are you sure? We can spend some time stargazing or something…” Sarawat yawned out, leaning into Tine when he felt the food coma taking its place in his consciousness. Rolling his eyes at the cuteness of his boyfriend, Tine nodded and gently pulled Sarawat forward until his boyfriend was once again leading the way. Letting the walk stay quiet, the only sound coming from their sneakers on the pavement and the occasional cars passing by them, Tine stared up at the night sky as Sarawat watched him fondly. Pointing out the constellations he could remember as he spotted them, Tine met Sarawat's gaze, a bright smile on his face that made Sarawat’s heart flutter in his chest. “We’re here...let’s try to sleep again, yeah?”

Nodding softly as a yawn began to contract him too, Tine rubbed his eyes as Sarawat unlocked the door, pulling him in as they toed off their shoes, not bothering with lining them up neatly as they both stumbled towards their bedroom. Pulling off his shirt, watching as Tine did the same, Sarawat slipped under the covers and waited for Tine, taking his boyfriend into his arms as they finally settled comfortably under the blankets. Nuzzling his face into Sarawat’s neck as they huddled close, Tine bit back another yawn as he wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist, Sarawat’s own getting wrapped around him as well, along with his hand appearing on his head as his fingers began to run through Tine’s hair. Tangling their legs together, Sarawat pressed a soft kiss to Tine’s forehead, making his boyfriend smile up at him, his eyes showing that he was going to fall asleep this time. Pressing a kiss to his nose before their lips properly touched, Sarawat kept the kiss gentle and sweet. Snuggling back into Sarawat’s neck once they detached, Tine muttered something low that sounded like, ‘I love you.’

“I love you too, Tine,” Sarawat whispered, nuzzling his face into Tine’s hair, the scent of his boyfriend’s favorite vanilla shampoo evident in the soft locks. “I love you so much.”

Not having to wait long, Sarawat felt his eyes flutter shut as Tine’s breathing finally evened out, telling him that he was fast asleep. Letting out a final yawn, Sarawat took in a deep breath, taking in the scent that was purely Tine and let himself doze off, the warmth of the blankets and his boyfriend making it easy for him to fall back into a peaceful slumber.

#2gether the series #still 2gether #sarawatine #tinewat #Sarawat x Tine #my writing

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notalwaysthevillian · 3 years

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Parent Trapped

Warnings: Kissing, medication mention

Pairings: Romantic Remile, platonic LAMP

Word Count: ~1.7k

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Chapter 14: What Do We Do First?

The Picani twins took to calling Remy ‘Dad’ almost immediately. Seeing how happy it made their own father, the Sanders boys did the same to Emile.

The first time Logan said it to Emile, he almost cried. Tears welled up in his eyes and he’d gently hugged Logan, making sure it was alright first. Logan hugged him back tightly and let out a soft sigh before heading up to his room.

Over the course of the rest of the boys’ sophomore year, Remy was working up the courage to have a very particular conversation with Emile. Every time he thought he was ready, he chickened out, opting for anything else.

Emile wasn’t stupid, and he could tell Remy had something he wanted to talk about. But the beginning of the year was a busy time for him. There were many people who decided that their resolution would be to finally go to therapy, and Emile was picking up clients left and right.

By the time everything evened out, and those who decided therapy wasn’t for them had dropped it, April had rolled around. The first time Emile truly had a break was the weekend of Roman’s musical.

“I’m headed to the school! See you after!” Roman was shouting into the house as Emile came home.

Emile ducked around him, giving him a high five. “Break a leg.”

“Thank you!”

Roman zipped off, hopping in with Tanya Task, who was waiting at the end of the driveway. The two of them headed off to the school.

Logan cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. “We’re going to go hang out in my room until it’s time for dinner. Unless you want help?”

“No,” Remy cut in, realizing what Logan was trying to do for him. “We’ve got it. You probably don’t want to see us sneaking kisses anyway.”

“Is it sneaking if we know you’re doing it?”

Patton giggled at Virgil’s question before heading upstairs behind his brother.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as Emile and Remy expertly moved around each other as they made dinner. The routine was comfortable, the two of them “sneaking” kisses as they went along.

Once the sauce was simmering with the pasta noodles, Emile slipped onto one of their stools. “What’s been on your mind recently?”

“Should’ve known you noticed,” Remy said, before biting his lip. “There’s a conversation we need to have. But I don’t think we should have it while our kids are spying on us.”

A loud gasp came from the staircase, followed by scrambling footsteps as the boys darted upstairs.

Emile stood, taking Remy’s hands in his. “I’m hoping it’s a good thing we need to talk about, but whatever it is, we can have a mature conversation.”

“Oh, god, of course it’s a good thing, Em!” Linking their fingers together, Remy pressed a kiss to Emile’s forehead. “It’s about moving forward, not back. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

Remy wrapped his pinky around Emile’s, looking at him with all the love in his heart. “Pinky promise.”

“Apologies for ruining the moment, but I’d rather not eat burnt pasta.”

Both parents dove for the stove. Remy clicked the knob to turn off the heat while Emile yanked the pot off, moving it onto a hot pad.

“Thanks, Logan.”

As the boys set the table, Remy ran a hand through his hair, huffing a little. He’d avoided the conversation again, even though it hadn’t been his intention.

Tonight. He thought to himself, smiling as Emile moved around the table, scooping out portions. We talk tonight.

After everyone had eaten their fill and they’d cleaned up, it was time to head over to get seats for Roman’s show.

“But it starts at 7, Em.” Remy said as Emile drove them over to the school.

Emile shook his head, but anyone could see the small smile on his face. “It starts at 7, yes. But we need to go now so we can get decent seats.”

“Yeah, the best seats tend to be taken by 6:15, if my notes are any indication.” Papers ruffled before Logan spoke again. “Of course, Roman may have gotten the privilege of saving seats for family, but that would technically only apply to the Sanders.”

Turning around, Remy noticed the look on Logan’s face. He simply gave him a nod, the two of them breaking into grins.

It wasn’t surprising that Logan had figured it out. It wasn’t as though Remy had been trying to hide it.

Emile pulled into a parking spot, everyone heading to the front doors. They were joined in the lobby by the other Tasks, the kids all paying for their tickets and heading in to save seats while the adults talked amongst themselves.

“Tanya has been so excited for tonight. I’m so glad she got cast as Elphaba, it’s been her dream role for years.”

Remy laughed. “Yeah, that’s how Roman was last year. He was so excited to play Cinderella’s Prince.”

They talked for a little while longer, before Emile tugged on Remy’s arm. “Rem, the lights are flashing, we’ve gotta go!”

Emile and Remy gave the Tasks a wave goodbye before hustling to their seats. As soon as they’d taken their jackets off and gotten settled, the lights were dimmed completely.

The show went on without too many issues. At one point Roman’s mic hadn’t been turned on, but he managed to project enough that the hanging lights picked up his voice.

During Dancing Through Life, Roman absolutely killed it. The crowd cheered loudly as the music faded, and everyone could see the giant smile on Roman’s face before the lights dimmed.

As the lights came up at the end of the show, the entire audience was on their feet, whistling and clapping.

The Picanis and Sanders made their way to the lobby. Within just a few minutes, the cast came out, making their way to their respective families.

Roman rushed over, giving Patton a bear hug. He gestured for the other boys to join, giving them space as they obliged.

“What did you think??”

“You did amazing!” Patton gushed, jumping up and down in place. “Fiyero is such a good part for you!”

Giving Patton another hug, Roman turned to Logan. “Thanks for the help with the choreography. That little rhyme you made up helped me so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“V? What did you think?”

Virgil glanced up from fiddling with his sleeves. “You were really good. I can tell that your range has gotten better. Not that it was bad or anything last year, but-”

Roman laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping the explanation. “I get you, no worries.”

“Roman! We’re taking a cast picture!”

“Gotta go, can’t make Elphaba mad.” The joke got a laugh out of the family, and a few of the surrounding crowd. “I’ll meet you guys at home later, we’ve got that cast party tonight.”

“Be home by 11, and stay safe!” Emile called after him as Roman disappeared into the crowd.

“Can we go?” Virgil’s voice was nearly a whisper. He had pulled his hood up and was tugging on the strings.

Emile and Remy exchanged guilty glances before quickly getting the boys back out to the car. Once they were on the road, Remy saw Virgil’s shoulders relax from the rear-view mirror.

“I’m sorry we didn’t leave sooner.”

The two locked eyes in the mirror, Virgil nodding. “It’s okay.”

“Hey, it’s okay to be anxious, remember?” Emile said, his tone gentle. “Do we need to change your medication? You made it through the adjustment period.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll give Dr. McCall a call tomorrow and we’ll get an appointment set up.”

Remy just barely heard Logan whisper, “I can come with if you want. I’ve been doing some research.”

The boys ran upstairs as soon as they got back home. Logan and Virgil were going to look up some of the medications that Logan had looked into, while Patton worked on a diorama.

Swallowing his nerves, Remy grabbed Emile’s hand. “Hey, Em? Can we talk? Good things, I swear.”

“Of course.”

Emile sat down on the couch, watching as Remy paced back and forth. “Do you need therapist Emile or boyfriend Emile?”

That cut the tension, letting Remy get a laugh out. “Boyfriend Emile. And, that’s….kind of what I wanted to talk about.”

“Rem.” Emile’s eyes were getting wide. “Are you proposing?”

“No! I mean, not right this second.” Remy let out a deep sigh. He pushed his hair back, hand bumping into his sunglasses. Taking them off, he played with them in his hands. “But...if I were to do so in the future?”

“Oh, honey, I’d love that!” Grabbing Remy’s face, Emile pulled him into a quick kiss.

Resisting the urge to continue, Remy pulled back ever so slightly. “There’s one more thing. It’s about the kids. We...well, we already pretty much co-parent. I’d like to adopt them.”

That made Emile give him a soft smile. “While I wholeheartedly agree, and I want to adopt your boys as well...we should wait.”

“What?”

“I’m worried what Virgil might think if we adopted them before we were married.” Emile started to explain, threading their fingers together. “He might be afraid that you’ll leave me and then he’d have to deal with two households.”

Leaning so that their foreheads touched, Remy asked, “He’d be afraid or you would be?”

“...maybe a bit of both.”

“Emile Thomas Picani.” Remy started, dropping to one knee. “This isn’t a proposal, but rather a pre-proposal. I love you more than anything on this earth, second to my sons only. If I asked for your hand in marriage, what would you-“

“Yes!” Emile cut him off, pressing their lips together once more, but with more urgency. “Yes, Remy, I will agree to marry you whenever you choose to propose.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Uno reverse.”

The two giggled, falling into each other’s arms and talking as they waited for Roman to get home.

#platonic moxiety #platonic logince #platonic lamp #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #emile picani

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pzagrilleandbar · 1 year

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PZA Grille & Bar

Pizza isn't the best choice when you need dinner fast because it takes so long to make.

Pizza is one of my go-to solutions when I'm in a pinch for time but still need to get supper on the table because it takes so little time to prepare. If you really want to succeed in reaching your objectives, you will need to put in a lot of effort. No part of this is a lie, therefore you have no choice but to put your faith in us. My mom used to say things to me as a youngster that might be taken to indicate things like, "It seems like this is the case.

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Pizza was a staple in my family's diet, so I never had to worry about being hungry when I was a kid. That way, I never had to worry about becoming hungry. Even if I have to eat pizza once a week, I will not let it derail my efforts to eat healthily. When I initially moved out on my own, pizza was one of the more regular supper options I resorted to since it was cheap, simple to make, and needed minimal cleaning. Another common dinnertime choice of mine was pizza. Having the option to order pizza for delivery whenever I don't feel like cooking is a huge weight off my shoulders. since there are so many pizza delivery options for customers to choose from these days. Even if the office is immaculately clean and there are always fresh doughnuts for breaks, you still won't be able to focus. The current situation is hopeless, and there is nothing that can be done to improve it. Why? All those seated at the table will have a great time thinking back on the funny and interesting stories they told one another throughout the course of the dinner. It is my understanding that everyone here agrees with the approach we will take. The likes of pickled jalapenos, spicy peppers, and Italian sausage may all be made to request. It's possible to actually shock the locals with your lunch selection if it features an unusual flavor profile that can't be found anywhere else in the neighborhood.

A priceless artifact was unearthed after years of searching.

Care for the most vulnerable people of society should be a top concern for political leaders everywhere. This necessitates extreme focus on your part. The cost of two pizzas or two fancy takeaway dinners is the same. It doesn't matter how many compelling arguments you hear against killing the animal if you have already made up your mind. To demonstrate my gratitude for the kids' efforts in and out of the classroom, I'm organizing a pizza party (akin to a victory celebration at a golf tournament) (like winning a golf tournament). If you take part in my golf ball tournament and maintain your GPA, I'll treat you to pizza on the house. Whether it was on an essay or the golf course, we hope that your recent success will encourage you to keep pushing yourself to new heights. Putting the needs of others before one's own is the norm in many cultures across the world. There are several possible applications for this.

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crownjimin · 3 years

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✰ 099 | no takesies backsies

la vie en rose ━ in which lee aera, a girl who has been crushing on choi soobin for a long, long time, is starting her junior year and her friends decide that its time for her to make her move.

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A/N: whoop! one more update + the epilogue and we’re donezo!!

“I can’t believe it’s really red—,” He flipped and shuffled his hands through her hair as he said this.

“So bright, so pretty,” Soobin muttered to himself, going as far as to bend down and push his nose into her scalp, taking a long, dramatic sniff. “Oh, it doesn’t smell like strawberries.”

Aera laughed at this, shoving her not-boyfriend away from her softly. “Of course not. That’s like me saying your hair should smell like chocolates.”

Soobin had recently dyed his hair back to brown--well, dark brown, and as much as it made Aera sad to see the purple gone from his hair, it was well past due. His roots had grown out terribly, meaning that he was either going to have to redo his roots or retreat back to his natural brown. Also, the purple was less purple and more of a faded ash gray, from all the washing Soobin did to his hair.

For a while, he was set on just letting his hair grow out, then cutting it at the brown once the ash gray was to the tips of his hair but Aera told him he would look crazy. They debated about it for a few days, but one day Aera showed up at his house with a kit with brown hair dye and a few hours later his chocolate brown locks were back.

“Well, if you used strawberry shampoo it would smell like strawberries.”

“I will when you use chocolate shampoo.”

Soobin pouted. “I bet Ariel’s hair smells like strawberries.”

“Go sniff her head then,” the red-head quipped. “And I actually highly doubt that is true. She lives in the ocean, you know. The place where fish pee--that ocean.”

“Is there another ocean that I should be thinking of?”

“Yeah,” There was a teasing lilt in Aera’s voice. “The one I’m going to toss you in if you keep sassing me.”

The two were currently sitting in Soobin’s living room on Saturday morning, Soobin having asked Aera on Friday night if she wanted to spend the next day with him. Of course, without hesitation, Aera agreed, telling him that she would be there by ten, and now they were there.

Soobin had suggested watching YouTube in his living room until his mom got home from the gym, and Aera found no issue with the idea. During the past hour and a half, they had watched way too many Girls’ Generation music videos, and even attempted to learn the choreography to Catch Me If You Can. After forty minutes of them attempting to get past the first verse, they called it quits. Soobin claimed that he was too talented in girl group choreography to continue and further embarrass Aera with her lackluster movements.

But if you asked Aera, Soobin just didn’t want to have a dance battle, because he knew he was going to lose.

At noon, Ruha walked through the front door, her arms loaded with three market bags, filled to the brim with groceries.

“Soobin-ah,” Ruha yelled, a little too loud since she hadn’t realized he was right there in the living room. “Come help me with my bags!”

Both Soobin and Aera rushed to help Ruha, the older woman being slightly startled by Aera being there but she quickly perked up and said, “Oh good, Ae Ae is here. More hands to help!”

Everything felt so natural with Soobin and his family. Aera had spent a lot of time at his house since the picnic, and his parents seemed to love her. Soobin’s dad was obsessed when he saw how small Aera was, often leaning his elbow on her head whenever he stood beside her as a way to ridicule and tease her about her height. Then when she turned up with red hair, he almost had a better reaction than Soobin, dubbing her Strawberry Shortcake and hasn’t stopped calling her that since.

Aera had also gotten Soobin’s parents’ phone numbers, Ruha often texting Aera at random times throughout the day whenever Soobin talked about her.

ruha-ssi

he said you brought him lunch to school today. says that he loves how much you care about him

i’m sure he cares about me way more than i do him

ruha-ssi

does he show it well?

that he cares for you.

wouldnt ask for him to treat me any better than he already

does ruha-ssi.

Or the time Ruha told her that Soobin was sleep talking and had muttered her name.

ruha-ssi

he’s napping.

[picture attached]

ruha-ssi

he just grumbled your name and had the biggest smile

aw that’s so cute

ruha-ssi

i know :)))

Soobin was aware that Aera had his mother’s number, but he didn’t know that his mother was revealing just how lovestruck he was. Aera didn’t plan on mentioning it to him either, thinking that Ruha is godsent for giving her so much dirt and content to tease Soobin with whenever he decided to get too sassy with her.

Plus, Soobin has had Dongmin’s phone number much longer than Aera has had Ruha’s, and she is one-thousand percent positive that her mother lived to embarrass her, so Soobin for sure had some dirt on her.

It’s a win-win situation, all is fair in love and war.

“So, Soobin-ah,” Ruha spoke as she walked into the kitchen. “What time do you want to head out?”

Aera was busy placing things where they belonged from the market bags (yes, she knows where their groceries belonged—she’s been over there that much), but she raised an eyebrow at Ruha’s question.

“Head out where?” she asked.

“Soobin wanted to take you to an early dinner today,” Ruha paused, with a nervous expression on her face. “I-I don’t know if it was supposed to be a surprise or not-”

“No, mom, it’s fine,” Soobin waved it off. “It wasn’t really a surprise, I was gonna mention it to you later, Pouts.”

Aera walked out of the pantry, an excited glint in her eyes. “Will there be steak at this dinner?”

“Do you want there to be steak?”

“Yes.”

“Then there will be steak.”

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The restaurant Soobin had chosen was very dark, Aera noted. The only light that was supplied was from a single candle lit in the center of the table, which left everything as shadows and tinted orange.

It seemed super expensive, and once Aera picked up the menu, her suspicions were confirmed.

“Soobi,” her voice seemed hesitant. “How are you affording any of this?”

She should’ve realized that the meal was going to be an expensive one when Ruha had offered Aera one of her old dresses, seeing as Aera had came over to their house in a pair of ripped jeans and a tattered t-shirt. The dress Ruha lent her was a dark blue, high-necked dress, where the waist tapered in and then flowed out to mid-thigh. Luckily, Aera had worn black flats that day, those being the shoes closest to her front door when she left for Soobin’s house.

Soobin was dressed in a simple button up and black slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the top button of his shirt was undone—if Aera hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought Soobin was a young adult that worked a nine-to-five office job and not a sixteen year old boy taking his not-girlfriend out for an early dinner.

Everything was fancy, and the two of them were tucked into a corner booth where once they sat down the hostess had wished ‘Mister and Missus Choi’ a nice evening.

“Months of allowance that I’ve saved up,” Soobin lifted his gaze from the menu and once he saw how worried Aera was, he rushed to reassure her. “Plus, I work a summer job! Don’t worry, Pouts, I promise it’s not too much.”

“You don’t have to spend your allowance on me, Soobi,” she spoke softly. “You should spend it on something you really want-something to make you happy.”

“Seeing you happy makes me happy.”

Aera blushed. “Don’t try to flatter me into running your pockets dry.”

“Ae Ae, seriously,” Soobin put down his menu and reached his hands across the table to touch her hands, which laid on the table. He tugged her index fingers once, attempting to soothe her and get her to not worry. “It’s fine. If it makes you feel better we can just split something, so that way I won’t have to spend much.”

The crease in her eyebrows gradually faded and she nodded in agreement. “Are you okay with splitting a steak?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded. “Just order whatever, I’ll eat anything.”

Aera looked over the menu, her eyes skipping over the more expensive items but honestly the cheapest things were the hor d'oeuvres and even those weren’t cheaper than 74,000 won.

“How about I choose one, you choose one, then we pick something together?” she suggested. “That way we can both enjoy something.”

By the time the waiter came to the table, they had decided on their personal picks and their combined choice, and once the food came to the table, Aera knew it was more than enough. The steak she had chosen ended up being as big as her face and had the both of them gasping in surprise once it was set on the table. Soobin decided on a rose pasta, in a dish large enough that it could feed a family of five. And their combined choice was a large platter of American-style french fries, but the way the menu phrased it made it seem like they were ordering a fancy potato.

Soobin offered to have the kitchen take it back, but Aera refused to give back french fries--she’d be crazy to ever turn down french fries (plus it came with a gravy boat filled with a white sauce that Aera could literally guzzle down in one go, so she was more than happy to keep it).

The moment the waiter told them to enjoy, Aera was shoving her fork into the steak, which was thankfully pre-cut, and the second she bit into it, juice ran down her chin and she had to squeeze every muscle in her throat to not let out a moan.

Soobin noticed her expression, the way her eyes fell close and she paused mid-bite. “Is it good, Pouts?”

“Tho goof,” she attempted to speak around her bite but she just gave up and nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s so juicy,” she said once she swallowed.

When they were ordering, she wanted to get the steak cooked well-done, but Soobin had told her to get it medium preaching something about it being more tender and juicer as if he knew everything and anything about steak. Aera argued and said she didn’t want to cut into her steak and hear it mooing back at her, and Soobin chuckled but promised if it was too raw for her when it came out, they could just send it back and she obliged.

She most definitely was not sending back this beautiful piece of heaven, and shoved another piece into her mouth. The scene from Ratatouille when the rat fused together strawberry and cheese and had color swirling around his head played inside Aera’s head the second she took another bite of the steak. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled from side to side as she swayed euphorically to the warmth of the steak and the flavor on her tongue.

Once she noticed what she was doing, she sat up stark straight and opened her eyes, watching as Soobin recorded her and laughed silently at her actions.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself alot there,” Soobin ended the recording and set his phone on the table.

“Delete that.”

“I won’t. Here,” Soobin held out his fork where some of his pasta was twirled on the end. “Try it.”

Aera opened her mouth, letting him guide the fork inside and once she closed her mouth around the fork, the Ratatouille scene played again. She pulled away from the fork, her hand shooting over her mouth as she chewed and her eyes shot wide.

“Good?” Soobin asked, stabbing his fork in a piece of steak and eating it, much less dramatically than Aera had.

“Is amayshin,” Aera muttered. “Why ish ev-wee-shing hwere sho amayshin?”

Soobin swallowed and laughed. “It better be with these ridiculous prices.”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded and swallowed her bite. “It’s so worth it.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m glad I like you,” Aera giggled, shoving some fries into her mouth. “You buy me expensive steak.”

“Only because of the steak?”

She nonchalantly shrugged. “Pretty much.”

Soobin faked a scoff, halfway knowing she was joking, but once he watched her pick up another piece of steak, and then kiss it before she ate it, he wasn’t so sure if she was joking anymore.

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Thirty-five minutes and an entire steak later, Aera and Soobin were slouched over, bellies full, with their plates cleared.

“I am going to sleep so well tonight,” Aera grumbled as she rubbed her stomach. “This was so amazing.”

The waiter came to give the receipt and return Soobin’s card, wishing ‘Mister and Missus Choi’ a good night, and left them to their vices. Aera chuckled at being called Missus Choi, because did she look old enough to be married?

Did married people dye their hair red? She didn’t know but did she look married? Did her and Soobin resemble a married couple? Oh god, that just fueled her fantasy of marrying Soobin and she knew that she would never let this go.

“Alright,” Soobin groaned, shoving the receipt and card into his pocket as he stood and rounded the table, reaching his hand out to help Aera up from her chair. “You okay?”

Aera blew out a breath. “I’m stuffed.”

They both stood in place, Aera swaying a bit from standing up too quickly and Soobin attempted to stabilize her by setting a hand on her waist. “Careful.”

“I’m fine,” she tapped his hand on her waist. “I’m okay, just stood up a little too fast. Let’s go.”

They walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand, Soobin somewhat leading Aera as she momentarily closed her eyes as a way to wheeze out air around her full belly. This was the best meal she has had in entire life, one that she never imagined having unless she was filthy rich and drank gold for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but here Soobin was taking her on a date just because he wanted to see her happy.

When they made it outside, Aera tugged his hand, causing him to stop and turn to her. She eased her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she softly hugged him. He returned the gesture immediately, cuddling his head on top of hers and they just existed in the moment, in each other’s arms.

“Thank you for this, Soobin,” Aera squeezed him tightly, nuzzling her head further into his shoulder. “You made me really happy by doing this—you make me happy always.”

“I’m happy to make you happy,” Soobin chuckled, pulling away from the hug. “But the night isn’t over, we have one more stop!”

“Is it far?”

Soobin nodded. “My mom is going to take us there. She’s on her way here now.”

“Where is it?”

“The beach.”

“The beach?”

Soobin nodded again. “The beach.”

“The beach,” Aera said flatly. “I like the beach.”

“That’s why we’re going.”

“Hm,” Aera sighed happily. “The beach.”

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Upon their arrival, Aera realized that when Soobin said the beach, he actually meant the boat dock by the beach. Well more like the yacht dock by the beach, because as they made their way to the end of the dock, they passed massive yachts, the type that only rich people could afford. Ones with balconies and two-stories that have some corny name etched onto the side that were either named after an important woman in their life or something like Old Betsy.

“What are we doing on a dock,” Aera giggled, swinging her and Soobin’s hands where they were connected. “I’m almost positive we aren’t supposed to be here.”

Soobin laughed as they came to stop in front of one of the smaller yachts, which wasn’t exactly small (but in comparison to the other yachts it was more compact), where a man was waiting for them.

“Choi Soobin?”

“Yes sir,” Soobin nodded, then gestured behind him. “And this is my mother, Ruha.”

The man extended his hand to Ruha, giving it a firm shake. “Yes, we spoke on the phone. Everything is set, if you guys want to climb on in, we’ll head out in about ten minutes.”

“Thank you,” Ruha said as the man helped her onto the yacht by her hand.

The man then lent his hand to Aera, but instead of grabbing it, she took a step back, a conflicted look on her face.

“Wait,” Soobin placed his free hand on Aera’s wasit, causing her to look up at him. “You aren’t afraid of water, right? Boats or anything? Because I was just trying to surprise you, that’s why I didn’t as-”

“No, no,” Aera shook her head. “That’s not it, but Soobin how much was this?”

Soobin raised an eyebrow at the question, confused as to why she was asking this. “What?”

“It’s just—” she sighed. “You’re spending a lot of money today, and I don’t want you to think you have to blow a bunch of money just to make me happy. You could’ve just given me a bottle of water and I’d be happy that it came from you, so I don’t get why you are taking me to all these expensive places and things.”

“I just want to spoil you,” he softly replied. “Even if it’s just for a day. I want you to have some of the best experiences with me, so I don’t mind spending a lot of money on you.”

“But, Soob-”

“And plus,” Soobin smiled wide. “My friends chipped in to help, they wanted to make us both happy so they offered to help. You don’t have to pay them back, I don’t have to pay them back, they were just doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. Me as well.”

Aera stood there frozen.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“But I’m already happy with you.”

Soobin leaned down to rest his forehead on Aera’s. “Yes, but you’d be even more happy on the boat, so let’s go!”

Aera laughed as she reached out for the man’s hand, him having stood there and watched that whole sappy ordeal, and he pulled her into the boat. Soobin followed and guided Aera to the very front of the yacht, where Ruha sat with a blanket over her legs.

“Choi Soobin, this will be the last time you spend a shit ton of money on me, do you understand?” Aera scolded, her finger pointed at Soobin but a smile was on her face.

“Yes, ma’am, never again,” Soobin spoke jokingly, totally not meaning a word of what he just said.

“You’re not going to listen to me are you?”

“Nope.”

The yacht got moving a few moments later, things feeling a bit shaky for a few minutes, but Aera acclimated to it quite fast. She and Soobin had taken to roleplaying the scene from Titanic that nearly everyone does when they are at the frontmost point on a boat.

Soobin held her waist as Aera held her arms out to her side, feeling the wind whip on her face and the smell of salt infiltrate her nose.

“The ocean is kind of stinky,” her nose scrunched up as she said this. “Smells like raw fish and high cholesterol.”

Soobin cackled, tightly wrapping his arms around Aera’s waist as he pulled her into his chest, her back to her front. “You ruined such a good moment.”

She giggled, placing her hands over his arms and squeezed. “I was just telling the truth.”

“Kids!” Ruha called out. “Come sit down for a few minutes, you’re making me nervous by the ledge.”

They obliged, walking to sit across from Ruha and they talked amongst themselves for a few minutes, playing a few rounds of rock paper scissors to pass the time.

“So are we just going to cruise around the ocean for a few hours or what?” Aera asked, peering over the side of the boat to look down into the water. “Because no offense to the ocean or anything, but this is a bit boring.”

Soobin pulled out his phone, checking the time before he answered, “Actually, no. Just seven minutes until what we came here for happens.”

Aera looked intrigued now, “Oh, is it fireworks? Are we looking at fireworks?”

“I don’t think lighting explosives on a yacht would be smart.”

“A yacht,” Aera chuckled. “Never thought I’d see one of these in my entire lifetime.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“I’m glad my first time was with you,” she softly spoke, her voice almost a whisper.

“Me too,” Soobin smiled. “We’ll have many firsts together, hopefully.”

“Hopefully.”

At the moment, they were sitting side-by-side with their waist turned to face one another, but Soobin pointed behind Aera as he muttered, “Look.”

Aera turned her body around, to face the ocean, a gasp leaving her mouth as she absorbed the breathtaking scene in front of her. She watched as the sun burned a hypnotizing orange and pink hue, reflecting on the ocean’s surface. Slowly, the orb lowered to meet the horizon line, kissing it softly as the glares glittered across the rippling water.

She had seen nothing like this, ever. Mother nature and the Earth’s natural occurrences never appealed to Aera, they were never something she found interesting or attention-catching, but this—this was so worth it.

Her awestruck trance was broken when Soobin rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It’s-I-” Aera searched for the right words but there were none that could accurately describe exactly what she was witnessing. It made her speechless, her jaw going slack as she once again watched the sun move lower and lower.

They sat in silence, taking in the scenic view before them. Ruha sat opposite of them, snapping pictures of the sunset as she oh’ed and aw’ed at the scene.

“Pouts,” Soobin muttered into her ear, keeping his voice low so as to not ruin the moment. “I, uh-”

“Hm, Soobi?”

“Please, be my girlfriend.”

All of Aera’s breath left her body, all of her blood seemed to run cold. Was she hallucinating? Was she hearing things?

“Huh-” Oh god, she sounded so stupid. Who responds to the boy of their dreams asking them to be their girlfriend with ‘huh’.

“I-” Soobin sat up straighter, Aera being able to feel so behind her. “I really like you-no, love you, and I want to be with you. Officially. For a very long time.”

Aera eased her way around, turning to face Soobin who looked like he was going to pass out any second if she didn’t give him an answer within the next millisecond. So she carefully raised her hands to his cheeks, cupping his face softly.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Choi Soobin,” she breathed. “I’d kind of be an asshole if I said no after all of this, am I right?”

Soobin held onto her wrists. “I hope that isn’t the sole reason you are saying yes.”

“Lucky for you, it is not. It’s probably one of the lower list reasons.”

“There’s a list?”

She giggled. “There has always been a list.”

The sound of her giggle seemed to have him smitten, his eyes zoning in on her lips which caused her heart to skip a beat. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what he was thinking of, what his eyes were asking for, and for some reason, she had no qualms about complying.

Her first kiss was always something Aera fretted about, thinking about how awful it was going to be, how she was going to mess everything up. But for some reason, right here, right now, with Soobin, she knew for a fact it was going to be amazing. This is maybe the first and only decision Aera didn’t hesitate to make, and so she leaned in.

The touch of their lips was soft. Simple. A measly, quick peck.

When they pulled back, both of their cheeks were colored rose, a look of fondness between the two of them and Aera leaned in to kiss the the corner of Soobin’s mouth before pulling away and dropping her hands from his face.

“No takesies backsies, Choi Soobin.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Lee Aera.”

#choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #hueningkai #kang taehyun #kpop #choi soobin x female oc #social media au #txt #txt social media au

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Ayooo ;v; I don't know if you're ok with that, but do you think you could do some headcanon between Inugami and an adult/f/kemono reader who joined the squad as the "mom of the group" ?

That I can do

• If Inugami got a female assistant or like started dating a woman and introduced her to the group they'd have to be someone he trusts deeply. Probably has known them for years and is finally ready for everyone to meet her.

•She bonds with Akira instantly. Probably immediately recognizes Akira as a boy.

•Definitely goes to pick the kids up from missions with snacks for them and always brings two extra pairs of clothes for Kabane.

•It takes a while for her to bond with Shiki the only way I could see it happening quickly is if she loves the same type of pizza as Shiki.

•Late night paperwork sessions with Inugami properly coupled with banter back and forth.

"You know you can stop pretending you enjoy eating hot sauce on pizza just for Shiki" he'd say

"It's called bonding Kohachi, you'd know if you didn't stuff your face into your work and spent more free days with the kids"

"There's no valid reason to eat something so hot after 9pm and I know you're only saying this to get me to go to bed at a reasonable hour."

•Definitely tries to find a compromise with Kabane so that he doesn't sleep on the floor anymore. (Had to put this one in cause it bugs me so much..)

•Mothers Aya and Kon too whenever they're over.

"Kon, please knock and wait for someone to open the door. We don't just barge into people's work spaces like that."

Kon's ears droop and she immediately goes back out and knocks.

•Tries and practically pleads with Aya to get her to wear normal clothing for an eight year old. (Yes this one is also specifically from me because it personally annoys me).

•Cooks some of the meals and washes the dishes for everyone.

"Why can't we have pizza again?"

"Because Kemono or not you're all going to eat normal dinners more often. You're developing children after all.

•Covers Inugami with a blanket when he falls asleep at his desk. Or puts him into the bed herself (Whichever version makes you happier).

•Spoils the hell out of Mihai. Though he'd never admit it he genuinely enjoys having her around. Is also the only person who can order Mihai to do anything she wants. (Probably partly out of spite to Inugami and probably because he genuinely likes her)

•If she's going on missions with the kids she'll clean their scrapes and cuts immediately after if not she's ready at home with the bandaids and rubbing alchohol.

•If she fights alongside the kids she'll also work hard to train them when she can or show them better ways to use their powers. Also brings them water when they finish training.

•Definitely takes the kids on mental health days. She takes a little bucket has the kids write where they would like to go for a mental health day and then she draws one of the pieces of paper and whichever paper is chosen is the place they go no take backs or complaining allowed (that last part is for Shiki specifically.)

•Kabane is confused about it at first but once she explains her methods he's fine with taking a day off.

"Why the hell would you choose the beach Akira it's almost fall!"

"Shiki, remember what I said no complaints."

"The leaves are falling off the trees!"

They definitely left the beach after less than an hour.

•Cuts apples into cute heart shapes and bunnies for Akira.

•To Akira's own anguish she tells the kids when it's time to bathe and how long they're allowed to be in there.

"I can't bathe for such a short period of time!"

"Akira, you waste a huge percentage of hot water and you don't need to be in there for an hour."

"How can you suggest I only take 15 minute baths that's cruel!" Akira cries quickly being comforted by Kabane.

"I'm not trying to be unreasonable. In the long run it'll be helpful. The less time you take in the bath, the more time you have to sleep which will make your skin look fuller and you won't risk eye bags."

Akira is practically beaming at the thought. It takes a while but he slowly begins to take shorter and shorter baths and is always rewarded with bunny apples when he manages to do 15 minutes or less.

•Not only is Inugami glad to have her at the agency but everyone else doesn't know how they lived without her before.

(I was honestly putting this off because I was really nervous about writing this and I was afraid I wouldn't write it the way anon wanted. But once I started writing I had fun. Hope this is close to what you wanted Anon!)

#cal writes #kemono jihen #kj #kj headcanons #kemono jihen headcanons #kusaka kabane #shiki tademaru #aya tademaru #kon #akira #monster incidents

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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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Surprise

Here’s some domestic Flip fluff to warm our hearts in such difficult times. I want to thank all of my followers once again for dedicating a part of your day to read my works. Hope you like this!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: just a mention to sex

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman x reader

Summary: you get home earlier and make sure that everything is perfect for you to surprise Flip with your news.

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Cleaning your hands - dirty with pie dough and cherry filling - you turn to the wood table in the middle of the kitchen making sure the white tablecloth was perfectly sitted of the surface, you wanted everything to be perfect. You had gotten home earlier, after closing your coffee shop two hours before you usually finished attending, with your arms full of groceries for dinner, the menu was ready in your mind: steak with mushroom sauce and mashed potatoes on the side - his favorite - and for dessert cherry pie - an homage to your pet name -.

Now, at 7 pm, it was a matter of time before Flip got home from the station. Your present for him was hidden in the middle drawer of the kitchen stand. Excitement pumping in your veins as you finish setting the table, candles burning in the middle of it giving the environment a more intimate sensation - you had big news and the ocasion deserved the amount of effort you put into making everything perfect -.

Hearing the sound of his truck engine dying, you prepare yourself quickly checking your figure in the hallway mirror just to make sure there wasn’t any trace of food in your face or even a hair out of place. Thankfully, your reflection showed that everything was in order.

Just in time to catch your husband coming into your home, you walk to the kitchen, a smile already adorning your features and a happy glow lighting up your eyes.

“Cherry, I’m home” Flip’s baritone voice echoes through the house instantly meeting your ears as he takes his shoes off letting his brown leather boots by the door. “Is this steak I’m smelling?” he says already in the kitchen giving you a tender smack on your lips with his as his strong arms cage you into his hold.

“Yes it is, hope you’re hungry” the words leave your mouth as your eyes access his features, even though you met Flip years ago, his beauty never failed to impress you, the constellation of freckles adorning his skin, his facial hair trimmed to perfection - now by you -, his dark hair framing his face, his strong nose - which he frequently pressed into your neck smelling your skin -, his dark brown eyes in which you lost yourself almost everyday and his puffy red lips that often took you to heaven.

“Oh Cherry I’m starving, but if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to have a different meal” your lover states, mischief already finding its way to his face, but there was no time for that now, you had planned everything and no matter how much you would like Flip to bend you over the table and fuck you until you were reduced to a mess of sobs and whimpers, you had to keep up with the schedule.

“No, no, big guy. Today it’s an especial occasion” you say, head pointing to table forcing him to take his eyes off your figure to look at the set table shining with the fire on top of the beige candles. “What is this big occasion, Cherry?” he asks, confusion printed on him, visible from his frown.

“You are not forgetting anything, relax” you calm him down as your hands travel in his muscular arms “It’s a surprise”, you resume your smiling as you picture his face when you told him the big news. “You know I hate surprises, Cherry. Will I have to punish you for this?” he teases you, voice becoming deeper. “You’ll like this one I promise, now head to shower” you say right before patting his butt a sign for him to get going. With one last look showing how much he suspects your attitudes, Flip turns around making his way to the bathroom as you stare to his wide back covered in a blue flannel shirt falling graciously on top of his dennin pants.

As you hear the sound of the shower running you make the final preparations for dinner, turning off the stoven heating up the food after seeing that everything was cooked to perfection and lowering the heat of the oven since your cherry pie was almost done. Afterwards, you check one more time the middle drawer finding the white box with a yellow ribbon just where you placed it.

By the time Flip gets to the kitchen once again, his plate and yours are filled with the tasty meal you prepared as you sit in your usual chair humming songs from your favorite vinyl. “This looks so fucking good, cherry. Almost as good as you” he says giving you a quick kiss in your cheek - a way to say thank you - before sitting in the chair in front of you. “Bon appetite” you say with a smile in your face as you start eating, watching your husband eating like a starved man, filling his mouth with steak and smashed potatoes over and over again in a pace impossible for you to keep up with. You choose to take his caveman style as a compliment chuckling between bites.

“Are you laughing at me, cherry?” he asks in a malicious tone almost causing you to choke on your food. All you did as a reply was nod already knowing where he wanted to get to. “I guess I have two things to punish you for, isn’t that right?” he says in the same tone, but, on the contrary of what he was hoping for, you shake your head before your voice echoes in the kitchen “I cooked your favorite and you’ll love the surprise, I have nothing to be punished for”.

Flip humms pretending to be thinking, “We’ll see about that, but you’re right, this is delicious. Thank you, cherry” he thanks you voice becoming sweeter as his long hand find its way to yours to rub his fingers on the back of it. “No need to thank me for, I love spoiling you” you state shrugging. It was true, whenever you possibly could you found a way to spoil the man you loved - taking a pack of his cigarettes to the station, buying Coors on your way home, massaging his back after a long day of work - and he did the same for you - washing your hair in your shared showers, ordering food when you were too tired to cook, bringing your favorite chocolate home-.

“Talking about spoiling” you remember, getting out of the chair and making your way to the fridge coming back with a freezing coors in hand, placing it in front of his now clear plate as you sit once again resuming eating your final bites. “You’re too good for me, cherry” Flip’s voice meet your ears as he uses the bottom of his tank top to take the top off of it. “Not true, we are perfect for each other” you answer putting your silver fork and knife down. “Are you ready for dessert?”.

“I sure am” he says back taking a sip of the cold liquid. Nodding satisfied with the reply, you get up once again gathering the used plates and silverware letting them on the sink as you set the table with dessert dishes. When you take the pie out of the oven after turning it off, you can see the dough is perfectly golden and crispy.

After you place a piece in your plate and on Flip’s you ask him to be careful “If you eat like that again you’ll burn your mouth, honey”. Halfway through his beer your husband smiles at your request setting a bit of the pie aside letting it cool down. “Can you tell what this is all about now?” he asks looking directly into your eyes a trick he knew made you weak, but this time you were too determined to be stopped by anything at all.

“After we eat” you shrug and look away shaking the effects of his piercing gaze out of you.

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When all the dirty dishes are in the sink, you get the box in your hands and after sitting back on the wood chair you hand it over to Flip. Without saying anything, he starts to undo the yellow ribbon placing the silky material on the table. When the box is finally open and the gift inside is revealed to him, his eyes instantly look for yours which are already glossy.

“This means you are -” he starts voice a little bit hoarse from emotion, “pregnant” you complete standing and making your way to him ready to celebrate. He takes one last look at the yellow baby shoes in the box before hugging you closely and kissing the top of your head.

You and Flip had been trying to have a baby for a year now, but there hadn’t been positive results until a week ago when a pharmacy pregnancy test you did - after having morning sickness for a week straight - pointed that you were pregnant. But before telling Flip you did a blood test just to be sure, the results had come in the mail this morning while you were cooking breakfast, you almost passed out when you read it, but after putting yourself back together you came up with the dinner plans.

“I love you so so much, Cherry, I’m the luckiest guy in the planet” he says, tears adorning his eyes too as a smile cracks in his face. “And you’ll be the most loved being in it” he talks to your soon to grow belly as his hands leave your back and find its way to it. “We are the luckiest parents in the planet, Flip” you state giving him a sweet kiss which tasted like your tears, but you couldn’t care less, in the moment there was only you, Flip and your baby.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #fluff #flip x reader #flip zimmerman fluff #flip zimmerman/reader #domestic fluff #adam driver #black klansman #blackkklasnman

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