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absolutebl · 4 months
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Hello. I was wondering if you have a master list of all the shows that got released this year? I've looked through the 2023 upcoming list and there are some missing and some that never premiered.
I wanted to see what I may have missed.
Thanks.💜 my-rose-tinted-glasses
Sure thing, hon! Here ya go!
All BL 2023 releases
So far, that I have on the spreadsheet. Not sure how you want it organized so I did it by country and then alphabetically.
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Japan
Blue Sky Complex
Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka?
Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox
Egoist
I Cannot Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai
If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’
Jack o'Frost
Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2
My Beautiful Man 2 AKA Utsukushii Kare Season 2
My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal
My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho
Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi
One Room Angel
Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku
The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu
Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2
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Korea
A Breeze of Love
A Shoulder to Cry On
All the Liquors
Bump Up Business
Happy Merry Ending
Individual Circumstances
Jun and Jun
Love Class 2
Love Mate
Love Tractor
Our Dating Sim
Our Winter
Sing My Crush
Star Struck
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner
The Eighth Sense
The New Employee
Unintentional Love Story
Why R U?
When it was good it was very very good, when it was bad they were dying.
Taiwan
HIStory5: Love In The Future
Kiseki: Dear to Me
My Tooth Your Love
Stay By My Side
VIP Only
You Are Mine
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Thailand
609 Bedtime Story
7 Days Before Valentine
A Boss and a Babe
Absolute Zero
Bake Me Please
Be Mine Super Star Superstar
Be My Favorite
Bed Friend
Between Us
Beyond the Star
Boyband the series
Cafe In Love
Chains of Heart
Cooking Crush
Crazy Handsome Rich
Cutie Pie 2 You special
Dangerous Romance
Destiny Seeker
Dinosaur Love
For Him the series
Friend. Boy Friend
Future the series
Hidden Agenda
Hit Bite Love
House of Stars
I Feel You Linger in the Air
I Will Knock You
La Pluie
Laws of Attraction
Love in Translation
Love Syndrome III
Low Frequency
Make a Wish
Man Suang
Middleman’s Love
Moments Of Love
Moonlight Chicken
My Biker
My Blessing
My Dear Gangster Oppa
My School President
My Universe
Naughty Babe
Never Let Me Go
Only Friends
Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe
Our Skyy 2: A Tale of Thousand Stars
Our Skyy 2: Bad Buddy
Our Skyy 2: My School President
Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go
Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind
Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse
Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa
Pastsenger
Pit Babe
Playboyy
Remember Me
Senior Love Me
SHADOW
Step By Step
The Luminous Solution
The Promise
The Sign
The Whisperer
Till the World Ends
Tin Tem Jai
Tin Tem Jai special
Twins
Venus in the Sky
Wedding Plan
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The Philippines
Ever After
My Story
Our Story
Stay
The Day I Loved You
Tie The Not
(underreported, I don't keep track of Pinoy stuff anymore)
Singapore
Pure Vanilla
Hong Kong
Stay Still
Myanmar
The Love Ring
China
Stay With Me (Addicted + moar censorship)
I bolded anything I rated over a 7/10. Although some of these I opted not to watch and others are still airing (and thus as yet unrated). So don't take an unbold as necessarily a negative.
I haven't assessed how many are releasing in December
(I probably should deal with the "The" but I lazy.)
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jaredstrout · 6 months
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Mommylord - cake attack
"Young lady...I am very disappointed in you."
Even though he did not face the burning gaze of the Firelord, Aang shrunk as he heard her words. Azula on the other hand merely rose an eyebrow.
"What have I done?" she asked her mother calmly and Ursa shook her head. "If you insist...five of our most esteemed generals were hit after todays´s council meeting...with fruit cake. And I know you are behind this." Again Azula didn´t show much reaction, she just shrugged. Aang shivered...then babbled out "It was me...I made these cakes." Firelord Ursa looked at Aang who shrank even more under her gaze. "It is nice that you try to protect your sister, but I already knew that. The recipe was clearly foreign and also contained all your favorite fruits...I assume you had a few for yourself while preparing this attack, hm?" The Firelord asked Aang who blushed and shyly nodded.
"Also hitting five moving targets in the small time window from above the palace main tower, that is either a sharpshooter cake thrower...or an airbender at work." She stepped to the other side of Azula to the third member of the Terrible Trio...Ty Lee.
"I´m not an airbender." She quietly said but lowered her eyes under the strict gaze of the woman ruling half of the world.
"Maybe, but you are fast enough to one...I heard how several ingredients disappeared out of the royal kitchen yesterday...and the cook swears he never left the door unattended...so either he is lying...or someone managed to climb five stories on the palace outside, get a bag full of ingredients for...fruit cake and be out before anyone could catch out lightfooted burglar...and all while Aang was conveniently demonstrating his singing 'skills' to me. " The Firelord smiled coldly at Ty Lee.
But then she walked back to her daughter. Aang had noticed how Azula got more tense each moment as her mother expertly deduced each detail of their little scheme. "Now to the head of the operation. I assume you had to prepare your own oven to bake your cakes in privacy...and avoid smoke that would easily cause attention by the guards...a perfect job for a firebender, but I assume hard to give the oven the right temperature...you´d have to be a true prodigy to keep a flame focused and stable just at the right intensity not to burn the cakes...and of course someone would have to plan the whole thing, have the cakes all ready and still warm despite the meetings being pretty random in length...and only strike at a day when five of Firelord Azulon´s most favored generals arrived together...and planned to leave the same way so you could hit them all."
Aang suddenly noticed how Azula relaxed, even though her mother had seen through it all. Aang had never met Ursa´s husband, given that he was dead and all...but he knew that Azula did not inherit her wits from him. And now Azula was suddenly...pretty calm.
"Well then, time to punish you accordingly to the crime. " Ursa said and walked back to the throne and sat down, looking at the three delinquents. And with a stern voice she declared
"Go to Azula´s room and play something harmless till dinner!"
Ty Lee and Aang were speechless...Azula smirked and bowed...then she suddenly ran for the door. "Who´s first in my room!" she shouted...only for Ty Lee to follow her after only a moment of surprise...Aang summoned an airscooter and then took the lead with a laugh...only to make big eyes as Azula flew over him and Ty Lee on a jet of orange flames, landed on the floor and rolled elegantly and was back on her feet ahead of them. "Hey!" Ty Lee shouted, more surprised about that trick than anything.
Ursa watched the three kids leave and heard their laughter through the hallways. It was good to hear that in this place instead of the less happy atmosphere that usually filled the palace. And then, after long hours she finally allowed herself to chuckle. She had wanted to do that the moment she had seen the five old dinosaurs covered in cake and angry as if they were about to explode, shouting and demanding punishments for whoever did this, af if they had almost been killed.
In Azula´s room the three played with cards for now, as the Firelord har ordered a harmless game...and even Azula could not turn that into something dangerous...or? "Azula...why did you calm down...you know...when mom said that stuff about the generals?" Aang finally asked her. His new sister grinned at her adopted brother. "Mom and Azulon didn´t get along...I think she hated grandfather." She said and looked back at her cards. "So if he liked these generals...then they probably hate her...and try to undermine her authority."
"Can´t she just...kick them out then?" Aang asked and Azula nodded. "Sure she can...but that won´t make them go away. They would take all their knowledge with them, all the men in our military who trust them would still take orders from them in vertain cases...and they´d have a lot more time to wander around and do dangerous stuff...and last but not least...a general is bound by way more rules than a civillian...and an angry man is way more likely to make a mistake." Azula said with a predatory grin.
In her office Firelord Ursa looked at the report from her spies who just delivered her another piece of evidence about 'her' generals. Another rock for the pile...and as the people of the Fire Nation often liked to forget...landslides could be deadly. Her smile left no doubt that she was Azula´s mother in that moment.
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monty-glasses-roxy · 1 year
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Monty and Chica
💜 (Purple heart) for a dealers choice!
Ooooo now there's loads of possibilities for these two. Chaotic siblings is a really fun one but they could also be those two friends that great each other like "GUUUURRRLLL HOW YOU DOOIN???" And romantically? Very cute! And if they hate each other? Pfft lmao Chica would kick his ass sorry Monty lovers but you don't fucking mess with an angry chicken and he's a softy anyway. I'll do a bit of all of them for fun.
First? Friends! These two are such goofballs I swear. They hang out in the water at Gator Golf a lot and are constantly getting knocked off high places with brooms by the staff. One of them shows up with a tub of glitter and now they're trying to cover the walls in it to make them shine. They're A class mess makers but with all their experience having to clean up said messes, that also makes them the best cleaners out of the Glamrocks. Monty is Chica's favourite cooking companion and they've had many a competition on who can bake the best cake. They probably have an insane amount of injokes and I can see the pair of them liking to people watch and then talk about the different people they've seen later on while they're chillin' in the water.
For their sibling dynamic? It's very much the same except you now have the pair of them rattling off dinosaur facts every two seconds. Did you know chickens are closely related to dinosaurs too? Now you do! These two are experts on the subject! As both siblings, friends or romantic partners, Chica would kill for him though. She's just the kind of person to commit atrocities for people she cares about and Monty... isn't exactly aware but he will gladly joke about it with her. He'll threaten the shit out of anyone she partners up with too, they're both generally just really cool. Besties till the end!
As romantic partners the dynamic doesn't change that much. You just have more variation in the physical affection they give each other. If these two are a thing they're the most lovestruck fools you've ever seen in your life. They'll be sat there, with their friends, zoning out, staring into space thinking about them all the damn time. I'm talking heart shaped eyes levels of affection. How would they get together? Chica would be making the first move because Monty would be so damn shy about it. It would also be pretty funny if Roxy was getting Monty gushing about Chica every time they hang out together and then Chica gushing about Monty every time they hang out and she's just sat in the middle expected to be both of their wingman's at the same time. Actually you know what? Everyone is their fucking wingmen. They have an army of wingmen. But the wingmen aren't aware of their fellow wingmen so they keep trying to set them up on their own and they keep messing each other up until they figure it out and plan one big thing to get them together. Chica still the first to say anything though. She's very much a 'do or die' kinda gal and he's very much too nervous about rejection for this. They get together and there is a Plex wide party with a banner that reads "FUCKING FINALLY" and they think it's hilarious.
Now, to go in the complete opposite direction... what if they fucking hate each other? Well that's a pain for everyone else because neither of them will ever let up on the passive aggressive comments. Not for one single moment. However, if they call a truce for even one hour, it's going to be for someone else's benefit. Roxy in tears and they're the only ones around? Call a truce. Bonnie is broken down and they need to act fast to make sure he's not too damaged for repairs? Call a truce. Missing child or a suspected kidnapper in the Plex? Call a truce. The thing is though, they both have similar senses of humour so sometimes one will do something stupid or silly and the other one will get really mad about because now they can't do it. Oh lord the competition between them would be insane. I don't think they'd ever come to blows or anything, but if they did it would uh... probably start really scary and dangerous and devolve into pathetic slap fighting.
No matter what, they could both have a really fun dynamic! I can see them both just wandering into each other's rooms unannounced and dramatically flopping on top of the other one to talk about their day and to gossip the night away. I can also see them taking their aggression out on each other in Fazerblast and this either making them both the worst players in existence or the best players ever. They're a really cool pair!
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starry-skies-116 · 2 years
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yEET-
ALIVE!AU HEADCANONSSSSSS:
Evan: 
16 years old, sphomore year of high school.
Still occasionally bullied and teased, but is considered by many to be ‘very beautiful’ by many standards.
Aroace male-presenting enby, he/him/they/them (says “I’m queer and 60% boy” and 50% of the time refuses to elaborate). Absolutely wears a black and white ring on both his ring fingers.
Acts way older than he actually is.
Still is strongly spiritually synonymous with butterflies and lepidopteran creatures- sometimes when people find him in nature or in a garden, butterflies or moths are fluttering around him and are attracted to him.
RIDICULOUSLY prodigious and inspiringly hardworking, insightful, strategic and incredibly pattern sensitive- learns new things relatively quickly, planning and solving problems with incredible accuracy and meticulousness, and accurately reading the people around him and discerning their true intentions. He also develops the ability to be impressively adaptable to changing circumstances, though inconveniences do irk him greatly depending on the severity.
Primarily an engineering and mathematics genius, STEM teachers absolutely love him lol. He’s also one helluva nerd- special interest is now computers. Strings of information and numbers tend to fascinate him, and he often experiments and tinkers with programming, machinery and software to produce different outputs.
Wears whatever tf he wants whenever tf he wants, doesn’t give a shit as long as its comfy and stylish.
Has elongated, visible scars on his wrist and stomach from… the incident.
Very clearly neurodivergent (I would say high functioning autism but functioning labels are basically garbage lol), selectively inattentive, detail oriented. 
Went from severely depressed to only mildly depressed due to medication and therapy starting from when he was eleven. Insomnia has significantly decreased as well, and now he is on a semi-reasonable and consistent sleep schedule.
VOCAL TICS~
Has significantly more confidence than before, and demands respect and recognition where it is due. 
Still retains an incredibly sagacious and secretly kind personality with REALLY high and palpable levels of empathy.
Stims frequently, occasionally has sensory problems, although he’s learned to make it more discreet (fidgeting, pressing his knuckles, tapping his heels/toes rapidly, colliding his ankles together and swaying his legs back and forth, chewing gum, humming, rapidly clicking pens, keyboard typing, etc.) Favorite stims include sleeping on soft fabric, weighted blankets and listening to other people’s heartbeats and distant thunderstorms.
No longer suppresses his naturally witty and snarky attitude. Either is surprisingly snide and brusque, or is cryptic, astute and speaks in riddles.
“Now you’re talking about the theory of how if dinosaurs must’ve existed, dragons must’ve existed? Why can’t you talk about normal things?” ||| “I do not control the hyperfixation.”
Has developed a vast repository of vocabulary and coherency he uses in his words, and speaks with fluency, blunt directness, and incredible intensity and passion, and this can make other people his age not want to socialize with him due to their more casual tones. (doesn’t give a shit anymore lol)
“Aiy-yai-yai… was I… rambling?” ||| “Strange that it took you an hour to notice. But yes.”
Needs to mentally rehearse making a phone call to people before having their social battery burnt out entirely.
HATES Papayas and Kombucha tea. Get those monstrosities far away from him.
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Elizabeth: 
13 years old, 8th grade.
ADHD-PI. Need I say more?
One moment is ‘I simply wish to enjoy a hot cup of milk on a rainy afternoon’ and another moment ‘RRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-’
Hyperfocus tends to shift from time to time. Primary interests include botany, sewing, fashion, cooking, baking, biology, bonsai, gemstones, and history.
Spiked maturity/emotional growth primarily due to both Evan’s and her mother’s guidance, as well as the positive influence of elders around her willing to guide her, believe in her and correct her when she goes astray.
Pan-oriented demisexual demiromantic (yes I made her aspec because I fUCKING can/lh)
Like Evan, she has an incredible imagination, plus a REALLY BAD hoarding habit. He hoards computer chips, books, plushies, papers, school supplies and mechanical and engineering equipment- she hoards antiques, jewelry, dolls, quilts, dresses, flowers, plants and vinyls.
Geeks out with Evan over topics like language, philosophy, psychology, geography, literature, gemstones and the biology of bugs, yet they are both still very much scared of them and sing-song-scream-cry whenever there’s a bug in the room, save for butterflies.
Physically INCAPABLE of sitting still.
VOCAL TICS 2.0~
Also ridiculously prodigious and insightful, a history and biology buff with an eye for antiques (BURNT OUT GIFTED KIDS ASSEMBLE)
Also stims a crap ton. Sometimes teachers swear her leg taps itself against the ground so fast it’ll soon vibrate and be able to phase through walls.
Shit memory lol, equally shit at rhythym games.
Has amusia (is tone-deaf).
Copies patterns and mannerisms from other people and adopts smidgens of both her mother’s personality, her own, as well as Evan’s, coming across as well as sarcastic and witty.
Possesses an INCREDIBLY strong bond with her brothers- seriously, the Afton siblings are a package deal hurt one and you die with the Dark Souls death screen hovering over you (and the kids dancing on ur grave lmao)
Time management? Memory? What blasphemy do you speak of?
“Ah, no, yeah- okay, this shouldn’t take but a moment. Between an hour and a half, and, uh… an estimated two weeks.”
Also feels VERY deeply and strongly about topics she is passionate about, and feels a personal sense of either gratitude or revenge to people who have either helped her or wronged her, respectively- unlike Evan, who sees only the most dangerous traits in people, yet begrudgingly knows and believes that there are unseen reasons behind their true nature.
Elizabeth during class: “Yeah, uh, can you repeat the part of the stuff where you said all the things?”
Like Evan, she has an ‘all-or-nothing, do-or-die’ attitude, frequent and uncontrollable stimming and fidgeting, and a difficulty in social situations. She is very extroverted and sociable, yet has a tendency to become overexcited and excessively hyperfixate, and it is because of this that when people tell her to ‘just focus’ or ‘try harder’ she becomes IMMENSELY frustrated because ‘I KNOW’. 
She also has some symptoms of executive dysfunction, doesn’t have a filter when she speaks, and never maintains eye contact, instead glancing around everywhere to avoid discomfort.
Loses shit RELENTLESSLY-
She’s the type of person to go to Target to buy toothpaste, then comes back with a receipt for $218. Everyone facepalms, while Evan understands her.
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Is the amphibian toile available in colors? Cause I'd be all over that for curtains and pillows!
Yes, it will be! I can't sell it on my Spoonflower shop until I've ordered samples, but once those arrive it will be available in all these colours:
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I haven't ordered them yet and might possibly add a grey and/or a purple variation?
I'll order a fill-a-yard with samples of all of these sometime in the next few days, and I don't know how long those will take to arrive but I expect it'll be a few weeks. Last ones I ordered took a month because there are backlogs at both Spoonflower and Canada Post, and with the holiday season coming up I don't think this one will be any faster, alas.
However, these little monster patterns that I made a few months ago are all purchase-able!
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(All of these patterns are also on various things on my Redbubble, and I also have a MyFabricDesigns account, which lets you sell fabric prints without ordering samples first. I haven't added the frog ones yet though, just in case I want to tweak the colours after the Spoonflower swatches arrive. MyFabricDesigns is a painfully slow and laggy website, but on the plus side it allows the buyer to adjust the size of the print, which Spoonflower does not. I've also heard that the fabric is nicer, but have not yet bought any myself.)
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cheezritsu · 4 years
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Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics
Daichi Sawamura: good luck charms, front row seats at his games, the mature couple; “mom and dad” of the friend group; saying “goodnight” to one another on your doorstep, sentimental captions on their instagram posts, eating dinner and talking about your day like you’re already married; making plans for the future with one another involved; impressing one another’s parents; the thrill of doing everything together; being each others emergency contact; sleeping so well because your love is reliable and stable. You two are the timeless high school sweethearts, making the unattainable look so easy.
Sugawara Koushi: cafe dates, doting words, “sweetheart” and “darling,” laughing just from looking at one another. The secretly chaotic couple, perfectly curated dates, being approved by all his friends, soft, sweet pecks; random flower bouquets on your doorstep; kissing away your tears; hugs warmer than fresh baked cookies, grading student papers over dinner, smiley face post-it notes in your bento boxes, farmers market dates, always, always knowing each other’s favorite things; thoughtful gifts, mistakenly being called “Sugawara-san” before you’re married, shy smiles, kissing his beauty mark, a relationship as easy as the breeze. You two are like bees and flowers, working in tandem to create something natural and sweet.    
Nishinoya Yuu: cutting class to hang out in the hallways, popsicles melting in the summer heat, tongues dyed red and blue from convenience store slushies, dinner dates with no leftovers, neon colored band-aids, learning to hop a fence, scuffed sneakers, bruised arms. The lawless couple, squad posing in couple pictures, matching dyed streaks, sneaking out past midnight, pulling pranks, sitting on the swingset in the middle of the night, counting the stars over head. Adoring stares, “I’m so proud of you!”, kissing his bruises, screaming out the window of your car on a road trip. Traveling the world together, video messages, blowing kisses to each other, saying “I missed you!” after one day apart. You two are twin stars, constantly orbiting each other and burning brighter, together.
Tanaka Ryuunoske: shaving his head, mini skirts, being Saeko’s favorite, troublesome trio antics, late night food runs, horror movie marathons, couple gym workouts. The unexpected couple; getting compliments from the eldery on how cute you two are, flipping off his teammates while you kiss in front of them, excessive worrying, scaring off any boys that look at your wrong, the “Will Smith gesturing to his Wife” meme; thinking you’re too good for this world, calling each other “bro” romantically, kissing him after winning games, placing a beanie over his head in the winter, taking unflattering photos of one another with the most sincere captions. You two are the moth and the flame, drawn together by an inexplicable pull. 
Tsukishima Kei: Wool overcoats, headphone splitters, dogeared textbook pages, study dates, strawberry desserts, “This song reminded me of you.” The better than you couple, wearing his t-shirt to sleep, borrowing each others sweaters, kissing his bruised fingers, hiding in his jackets, going to the same university, softly singing in long car rides, always slightly touching one another, quick, secret kisses, height difference jokes, moon-centric nicknames (“moonbeam,” or “moonshine”) trying on his glasses, mirror selfies,sharing record collections, concert dates; weekend dinners at Tsukishima’s childhood house, being adorded by his teammates, dinosaur themed gifts as a joke, Studio Ghibli movie marathons, listen parties as dates, opening up to one another, “quit staring at me” “but I love you;” him constantly smiling when you’re next to him and denying it ever happened. Sharing insults as a love language, being soft when the time comes, humming into his hair as you fall asleep together. You two are a sweet, slow ballad; a duet between lovers in perfect harmony. 
Akaashi Keiji: library dates, meet cutes, book recommendations, fancy dinner dates, proofreading each other’s work, cuffed trousers, trench coats, french perfume, dainty jewellery, knuckle kisses, the academic couple; good grades, pet names, longing glances, visiting each other’s jobs, sharing clothing, reading books over his shoulders, cocooning in linen blankets, the scent of fresh laundry and lavender, running your hand through one another’s hair, smoothing wrinkles out of his works shirts, working around each other in the bathroom in the morning; matching schedules, museum dates, “you’re the Romeo to my Juliet.” “please don’t die for me.” Literature references, letting Bokuto third wheel, being the smartest couple in the room, massaging one another’s shoulders after long days, words of affirmation, sitting on top of his desk, smiling as he edits another page; “are you coming to bed?” ‘quick, secret smiles. You two are matching portraits in a museum, your love equally as timeless and beautiful. 
Oikawa Tooru: alien bandaids, golden hour selfies, matching skin care routines, wrapping his bandages, phone calls to remind him of things, leaning his head on your shoulder, the king and queen couple; listening to each others insecurities, being his biggest cheerleader, holding your face like it’s the whole world, helping him learn spanish, constantly bragging about one another, stupid nicknames in each other’s phones,  “~Iwa-chan!~”, the Seijoh team rolling their eyes at your PDA, threats from Iwaizumi, making promises you intend to keep, being his rock, letting him cry if he needs to, petty rants, keeping nail files in your purse, knowing the real him, framed couple pictures, teasing him with the team; “I have faith in you;” being there when each other needs it. You two are beloved monarchs, ruling your domain hand in hand with benevolent smiles. 
Kuroo Tetsuro: matching leather jackets, red lipstick kisses, theater hopping, chemistry puns, trying (and failing) to get rid of his bed head, constantly handsy, late night drives, cram sessions, lipstick smudges on his neck, “I’m always this kind,” Yamamoto crying in the distance, “Kenma, love us!”, being double trouble, the power couple; better grades together, singing off key, ugly couple photos, sleeping on the train, awful, cackling laughter, adored by his grandparents, stroking your hair as you fall asleep curled onto a too small couch; making it work no matter what, your eyes shining with pride at all his games. Being on the same wavelength, adoring stares while brushing your teeth, kissing him by his tie, making out in the back of taxis, pulling him into a well needed hug without thinking, playing with your food, whispering ‘I love you’ into the crown of your head. You two are immortal lovers, reunited in this life, and all those after. 
Osamu Miya: late night diner runs, lazy mornings in, being business partners, staying up late drafting new menu items, slow dancing in the kitchen, all you can eat buffets, roses before every date, subtle pda; the domestic couple; matching outfits, holding hands with intertwined fingers, clutching your chests with heavy laughter from each other’s jokes, eating half each other’s plates on dinner dates; devouring ice cream by the tub while bingeing television shows, treating grocery store runs like dates, falling asleep to his heartbeat, comfortable silences, long talks while washing dishes, baking cookies at ungodly hours, hanging onto one another’s arms, sneaking away from parties to be alone, tracing patterns on one another’s skin, whispering “I love you” when the other isn’t listening, temple kisses, side hugs, growing into one another, cooking food as a love language, having immense pride for the one another. You two are best friends, falling in love with each other over and over again every day.
Atsumu Miya: neon colored lights reflecting off his hair, open mouthed kisses, toothy smirks, house parties, being one another’s arm candy, diamonds glinting under flashing lights, breathlessness, wandering hands, showering together, black lingerie, superfluous travelling, first class seating, poorly concealed hickies, clinking champagne glasses, “That’s my girl/boy!” wearing his track jacket, selfies in expensive hotels; the celebrity couple, “I don’t speak broke,” shiny engagement rings, paparazzi photos, explicit pictures, red sports cars, winks meant only for you, hands on your waist, matching manicures, tipsy kisses, flaunting cash, making out on kiss cams, holding ring covered hands, never being alone; cheesy romantic texts, only having eyes for one another. You two are wrapped around each other’s fingers tighter than a bandaid, and that’s how you like it. 
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Monsta X as the guy who hits on you in a bookstore
(a/n: I work in a used bookstore and this is entirely self-indulgent, please enjoy.)
Shownu
Your intention for the day was to find a vegan cookbook for your best friend, so you wandered over to the cooking section of the bookshop after having already scoured the stacks of fiction and fantasy, taking your own pick. Knelt near the bottom shelf was a young man. You couldn’t quite see his face but his hair was fluffy and promising. He stood up abruptly to his full six foot of height, towering over you, his eyebrows knit together in full concentration. He was flipping through a book on baking, something seemingly too soft for someone of his stature. He glanced over at you while you searched the shelves on your own quest. “Uh…” You turned to him. “Yes?” He seemed taken aback that you had even heard him, staring at you wide-eyed. “Sorry, um, do you know anything about cooking?” He asked quickly. “Some. What do you want to know?” He proceeded to ask a few questions, explaining he wanted to bake cupcakes for a friend’s birthday, double-goaled to both impress and surprise them with actual baking skills. After a few minutes of conversation and light laughter, he shut the book he’d been holding and turned fully to you. “Do you think I could have your phone number or something? I think I would be better at this with a little help…”
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Wonho
“Do you- do you work here?” A tentative voice asked from the end of the bookshelf you were currently rummaging through. “I don’t, but I understand your confusion,” you chuckled, contemplating the stack at your feet and the fact that your hands were between books in the shelf. “Oh, well, do you know about books?” You turned to find an incredibly well-sculpted man. He looked entirely out of place but sounded so shy, and you were immediately taken by the messy black hair and large glasses over his nose. “I do. Why?” You stood up fully, also determining he stood a good few inches over you. “I- This is kind of a thing,” he paced over. “It’s my little niece’s birthday next week, she loves reading, it’s all she ever does. I have no idea what to get her, but I know it needs to be a book. I even, look,” he pulled out his phone, “I took a picture of the books she already has so I don’t buy the same ones.” You looked at the screen, recognizing titles from when you were in your very early teens. “Oh, I can definitely help with that. Um, just... “ You peered down at the books you had previously picked out, still on the floor and waiting to be brought home. “I’ll help you if you carry my books.” “Oh, absolutely,” he bent down as soon as you said it.
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Minhyuk
“Why won’t you just let me play Green Day, though?” You whined at your boss for the millionth time that week. You had recently gotten a job at a local used bookstore and had rapidly adapted to your small team of coworkers, mostly by taking over the radio which was overly used to Phil Collins and Bryan Adams. You added life to the boutique. “Listen, I like Green Day as much as the next guy, but half of our customer base is little old ladies, I’m not sure they’re super down with pop punk on a Monday night,” your boss replied. “Which album?” Minhyuk jumped in. He came in every now and then, always a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Today was just the same. “American Idiot,” you replied. “Oh, well, that’s a classic, you have to let her play it.” Minhyuk shrugged, turning to your boss. “She’s clearly got great taste, come on.” “There you go, see? Even he wants Green Day!” You pouted. “Sorry, guys, no can do.” You manager sighed. You scoffed, turning to Minhyuk with a pout. “Party pooper.” Minhyuk pulled his tongue before throwing a smirk your way.
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Kihyun
He was a regular at the bookstore you worked at. It was a used bookstore, selling anything and everything literary for dirt cheap and he would come in every few weeks with an empty box ready to fill. He would sit on the floor if he had to, scouring the shelves. Every time you checked him out, you would peak at the titles, feigning checking prices. “Have you read this one?” He asked the last time, pointing to one with a black cover, gold lettering. “I haven’t, but I’ve heard plenty about it. I was actually planning to buy it tonight before leaving, but you beat me to it.” He smiled to himself, seeing an opportunity he’d been waiting for. “Well, you’ll just have to borrow it from me, won’t you?” You looked up. “I guess I might.”
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Hyungwon
You were hurrying past the romance section into fantasy which had been moved to the back of the store, according to an employee. You were frowning, disappointed your favorite section didn’t sell enough to be featured front and center, overall just stuck in your own head. In front of a showy display for a new release in romance was an ethereally good-looking young man in a long coat, hair falling into his face. He made you almost stop in your tracks, steps hiccupping. He looked up at you. “Do you know anything about romance novels?” He asked casually. You frowned again. “No.” “Right. My mom sent me to get something for her, but I don’t remember the title, so I’m kind of just hoping I’ll find it.” “Ask an employee?” You hid a smile. The answer seemed simple enough. “I would. I don’t remember the author’s name either, just the cover. Describing it as a ‘woman in a man’s embrace with the sky in the background’ well- I don’t think it’ll get me anywhere looking at this.” “Not particularly,” you laughed despite yourself. “What are you here for?” He looked up at you suddenly, and his eyes were so pretty it took you a second to answer. “The, uh, fantasy… section…” “Take me there.” “What?” You asked, confused. “I don’t know, anywhere’s better than here. I have to call my mom. Where’s the fantasy section?” He looked over the shelves and it occurred to you he was tall enough to actually see the section signs over the shelves. 
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Jooheon
You had somehow been following each other through the little boutique. It wasn’t intentional, but clearly you had similar taste. He was cute, tall, and you didn’t mind. He knelt down to look at the section for fiction authors whose last names begin in K, then stood up abruptly, turning to L, then M, clearly looking for something. You continued on skimming the shelves. He cleared his throat. "Can I show you something?” He asked you, finally breaking the silence. “Sure,” you replied, eyes wide. He smiled to himself and pulled out a book. “This book here has a photo of me as a kid on it." “Oh,” you giggled despite yourself. So he was sweet, too. 
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Changkyun
This was your absolute favorite little shop in the city, one that mostly contained books but often sold all sorts of knickknacks you couldn’t help but wonder about. Where did they even come from? Some had you staring for too long, wondering what they even did. You could spend well over an hour in there, going through the bookshelves, more often than not going home arms full of books, and tonight was no different to the exception of snow lightly floating down outside, covering everything in a dreamy coat of shimmery white. In the shop with you were the owner, at this point almost a friend to you, and a boy surely around your age. He was staring at an old film reel toy on the top of the cash counter, frowning. “It’s a toy,” you offered, waiting for the shop owner to be finished punching your books’ titles into the register.  “Yeah, I’m just wondering what the reel shows. I had one when I was little.” “Well, look at it,” you shrugged. He glanced up at you, small smile hovering over his features before grabbing the red plastic thing in his hand and holding it up. The owner gave you your total and you pulled out your card. “Dinosaurs.” The guy said. “Oh?” “Yeah. Very cool.” He bit his lip and laid it back on the counter while you piled your books, regretting not bringing a bag and questioning how in the hell you were going to take these home through the metro system without dropping them. “You need help with that?” The boy came over. “Uh, sure, but it’s sort of a ride.” “I don’t mind,” he took some books out of your hands. “I read this one, actually. And this one. That one. You’ll have to tell me how you like- sorry, what am I saying?” He laughed to himself. “Well, maybe I will,” you cocked your head, thinking him cute.
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little-writings · 3 years
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I HAVE READ THAT THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I HOPE I AM NOT WRONG, can I request Jumin engaging with MC about the random talks she has with him? And like looking at her and thinking: with all the weirdness, she is still cute?? AND THANK YOU!!
Haha, this must’ve been a minute ago because I can’t remember the last time my requests were open fkdslfjkasd but they will be !! I just need to get all the prompts currently in my inbox finished, including this one! But regardless, I hope you have a marvelous day and enjoy! Thank you
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When Jumin first met you he’d noticed a few things. Of course several of those being your constant kindness, patience, and support of him. Jumin would never quite be able to express just how much that meant to him – how much you meant to him. 
However, he’d also noticed another, peculiar trait of yours. Your active imagination.
He’d never met someone whose mind wandered like yours did. They weren’t the prodding, incessant comments of 707 or ramblings from Yoosung to avoid his work. No, you just… thought about a variety of things. 
It’d first occurred during the afternoon, while Jumin was working. He’d just gotten out of a meeting, looking at the overview just to refresh his mind before he returned to his emails when you called. 
“Hi honey!” Your voice was a cheerful welcome to the otherwise monotonous day he’d been experiencing. “Would you help me with something?” 
Jumin chuckled. “Of course.” 
He’d assumed it’d be deciding your upcoming meal or an activity you’d planned for that afternoon. Something of a usual sort you could tell him about when he came home that evening. Instead, he got something, far different. 
“Do you think dinosaurs had feelings?” 
Jumin sat there a moment, stunned. “Do I… what?” 
You giggled softly. “I know it’s weird but I can’t get it out of my head! Probably because last time 707 visited he made me watch a bunch of dinosaur documentaries.” 
“Why did he do that?” 
“Because he cried watching one of the episodes late one night and wanted someone else to ‘know his pain’.” 
A grin tugged at Jumin’s lips. “That’s not very nice.” 
“No, but it got me thinking! Throughout the show whenever something bad happened the dinosaurs did look sort of sad! And I know they’re just animated, but do you think actual dinosaurs had feelings?” 
Jumin actually considered the question, moving aside his papers and thumping his fingers against the desk in thought. “I mean surely nothing beyond pure instincts, don’t you think?” 
“I thought that too but they do have complex behaviors – the documentaries said they did nesting, raised their young, and a lot of them traveled in packs! That’s got to mean something right?” 
Jumin leaned back in his seat. “In a sense, but plenty of animals do that today, and we don’t consider them to have complex emotions.” 
You laughed and Jumin could hear you falling against pillows. “Fair enough. Not everyone can be like Elizabeth 3rd.” She meowed at the mention of her name. 
“It’s an unfortunate fact.” 
A moment afterward you switched to the next topic that’d come to your mind. It was about the most interesting fact you’d learned about milk not actually being a pleasant drink for cats. Jumin had scribbled that somewhere in his notes for further research. Perhaps milk healthy for cats could be produced?
He found himself so caught up in your constant flow of thoughts he delayed a meeting, only realizing it was actually important when Jahee approached his desk and tapped the names upon the clipboard, urgently. 
“Oh. Thank you, it entirely slipped my mind.” Jumin brought the phone back up to his ear. “Can we continue this conversation when I get home? It should be just after this meeting.” 
“Of course!” You gasped, realizing the time that’d passed. “Can you tell Jahee I’m sorry for keeping you distracted?” 
She must’ve heard you over the phone because she simply nodded, failing to hide the tiniest smile on her fact upon you mentioning her name. 
“I’ll be sure to. I love you.” 
You softened. “I love you too.” 
Jumin came back home when the oranges, reds, and purples clearly painted the skies with the arrival of dusk. You were staring at the old culinary books Jumin’s grandmother had passed down to him years and years ago. He hardly used it, unless he wanted to burn down his home, but it held sentimental value. You weren’t an experienced chef by any means, but you’d taken up the difficult task of teaching Jumin – so far his most elaborate dish being macaroni. 
“Are we trying out a new recipe?” Jumin asked, approaching the dinner table where you sat. Your eyes scanned continuously from page to page and your index finger glided along with the pictures. He set a hand on your shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss on your head. 
You sat up with a faint ‘oh!’, turning around to face him. “I’m so sorry I just got completely lost in thought!” You scrambled to your feet, and Jumin chuckled at the display. Although he wasn’t opposed to the kisses you peppered him with. 
“What were you wondering?” He asked, having to fight against falling against you when you parted. 
“Well!” You tapped the pages of the old book. “Yoosung texted me after we got off the phone, asking if he should cook something or bake something, and I didn’t entirely get the difference, so I thought I’d look in these books!” 
“Did you find your answer?” 
You tipped your head from side to side. “Sort of, but it also just led to more questions?” 
Jumin sat down beside you and you told it all to him. At times you’d even talk a bit too fast for him to keep up, apologizing embarrassedly when Jumin would simply admit it was charming. He adored your excitement. 
Apparently, when you’d read in the books that cooking was “a method of preparing food by using heat,” while baking was “a method of preparing food by also using heat,” you were at least a little dumbfounded. 
Yoosung had said ‘there’s some difference but it’s not like I really know!’ 
So, without any other option, you took to the internet. The most ‘credible’ website you’d come across stated one was considered art while the other a science. That had only furthered your pit of confusion. 
“Why is cooking an art but baking a science? Why is there a difference?” You wrinkled your nose, huffing.
“There’s nothing in the books?” Jumin asked.
“Nothing! One question from Yoosung has ruined me!” 
Jumin grinned. “Down a rabbit hole are we?” 
“You’d want to join me?” 
He leaned forward, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket almost how one would roll up their sleeves. It was… vaguely dramatic. “You say that like I’d rather do anything else.” 
It never surprised you how long you could keep yourself distracted. 
Apparently, cooking was considered art because one could change the measurements and ingredients to one’s own will. Baking, on the other hand, was science for its need for accuracy. 
“That seems subjective,” Jumin remarked, staring at your phone screen where the website shined. “We baked that cake last month and didn’t follow the recipe exactly.”
“Didn’t it burn and taste like cardboard?” 
Jumin paused. “I – some people might like cardboard.” 
“You included?” 
“That would make sense given my abilities.” 
You took his hand and squeezed his palm, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “I love your cardboard cakes.” 
He never entirely wiped the smile that brought to his face. 
However, chaos ensued again in the home when the topic of ‘baking versus broiling’ appeared. How one could even compare the broiling of meat with the baking of pastries made you contemplate the concept of baking as a whole. And then the concept of concepts. It was a fascinating spiral. 
Jumin found himself simply listening as you raved, one hand held in your own and the other holding his chin. He’d never met someone so prone to contemplation. Usually, Jumin shoved all unnecessary thoughts to the back of his head but you not only accepted them you welcomed them. It brought out some of the most passion and enthusiasm Jumin had ever seen in someone. 
“Cute…” 
You paused in your tirade. You stared at Jumin with eyes widening to the size of saucers. “What?” 
“It’s cute, seeing you so impassioned. I always enjoy hearing your voice but I rarely witness you so riled up. It’s adorable.” 
You’d stopped dead in your tracks, red quickly taking over your cheeks. You ducked your head away in embarrassment. 
“You don’t have to hide.” Jumin chuckled. “We’re married!” 
“I know I just-” You turned back to him and revealed a smile stretching from ear to ear. “that makes me really happy – you make me really happy.” 
You were the only one who made it so easy to melt his heart. A gentle warmth like a candle flickered to life in his chest. Jumin brought your chairs even closer together – the faintest ‘clack’ of the seats as they bumped.
Jumin laughed. “Don’t get me started.” 
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luciesbabyboy · 3 years
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The Letter.
Something momma and me wrote together, the background to this is fact, the solution is pure fantasy. But OMG this was such fun to write together.
Steve came home to an empty house after 21 days working away. It had been the longest stretch working away and he was completely broken. His wife had sent him a message earlier saying she was sorry she wouldn’t be there when he got home from his flight, but not to worry she would be home at 9pm, she was just having coffee with an old friend.
He made himself a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa and flicked on the TV. His eye was drawn to the fireplace and an plain white envelope with “Darling, please read me” written in his wife’s handwriting
Having picked it up he returned to the sofa and gently prised open the envelope, his nostrils caught the sent of his wifes perfume and he smiled at the thought of her. He opened the letter and began to read.
 “Darling,
First, let me tell you how much I love you and how proud of you I am for everything you do. You make me feel so loved and our time apart is only made so much better when we are together. However, I’m really worried about you. I know you’re not telling me the whole truth about the hours you are putting in, but I know as you read this letter that you are completely destroyed mentally and physically and its will take you days to recover. But you’re not recovering, you’re surviving, you’re not eating properly, you’re not getting the sleep you need, you’re not getting any exercise, you’re waking up, going to work, eating crap to feed your depleted energy, you’re working 15 hours a day and 7 days a week and you’ve just done this for 21 days. How you’re not in hospital I really don’t know.
 What you have done at that business, is beyond remarkable, you’ve single handed built it to an extremely successful, profitable business, but you have to look after yourself. If you don’t I fear you’ll self implode. I’ve seen you when you come home from a tough period away and I can tell you’re just minutes from going down the drain. How you recover enough to face another week is beyond me.
 We need to get you back to where you were mentally and physically 4 years ago, cooking and eating great healthy food, loving life, exercising and reading....remember how you used to soak up books, almost a book every week, and we used to sit listening to classic alums on the record player. Now you just sit down and because you’re exhausted you don’t engage with much. I understand, but we used to have so much fun, we’d spend time with friends and family or just being on our own.
 I know you’re at breaking point, and I fear that any day I’m going to get a call from your work saying you’ve had a heart attack or a mental breakdown. Thats why, this week, I contacted your CEO and she agrees with me. Again she is amazed at what you have achieved for the company and the group, but she agrees that you’re on the verge. The business will cope, you’ve built the foundations, you have got the staff in there running it, you now need to step away and relax.
 So from this weekend, with your bosses blessing, you have a 10 week leave of absence. We have 10 weeks to reset you, to get you back into a mental state that gives me confidence that you’ll not kill yourself before your next birthday.
 And I know exactly how to rest you “little man” 😊
 On the other side of this letter is a 10 week program to take you back to basics, to allow your brain and body to dump all of that stress and then to slowly build you back up. You will, if you agree, give up all responsibilities and I will make sure you are looked after like the gorgeous little man you are.
 Weeks 1 & 2
                Regressed to a 9 month old. Momma will take care of your every need, she will bathe you, feed you, clothe you, read you bed time stories, cuddle you, change your nappies, love you unconditionally.
                During this period, you are not allowed to walk, talk (9 month olds can’t do either), you communicate by using your hands and either crying or babbling. Just like a little baby. You are allowed to crawl around the house, but you are to use your nappies for their true intended purpose. No phones or computers and no tv except early learning tv like sesame street and in the night garden. Early bed times and day time naps. Me feeding you with a spoon, having all your drinks in baby bottles. Millions of cuddles on the sofa.
 Weeks 3 & 4
                My little man is now a proper handful as a 2 year old: You can toddle around the house and can use big words, but you still need momma for cuddles and everything else in weeks 1 & 2. You’re still not able to use the toilet, you can watch a few more interesting things on tv and you can play with lego and cars and colour with crayons. Your food is a less babyish, and you love food time and getting all messy with eating with your hands. You need to ask momma for everything you need, even though you can reach the counter top, cookies and treats are off limits without asking. Time out on the naughty step if you get caught doing something momma has said you can’t.
 Weeks 5 & 6
                Oh my, what a cute little 3 year old you are. So independent, but so naughty, trying to do things yourself and getting into all kinds of scrapes. Momma still has to tie your shoe laces and get you dressed and you still have problems with the potty, so momma is keeping you in nappies for a little while longer. But you’re old enough now to let momma know when you need to go poopy. Where she can undo your nappy and sit you on the big boy potty and wipe your cute little bottom after, and put you in a fresh nappy. You’ll be in a lot of trouble if you forget to tell momma you need to go number two and momma will smack that poopy bottom and make you sit in a dirty nappy to remind you what a dirty boy you are. We can now watch Disney cartons together and you’re learning your abc’s and numbers so well. You still need nap times, and momma needs to still take you for a bath, but can leave you to play with your bath time toys.
 Weeks 7 & 8
                 6 months older and such a handful for this momma. You’re getting much better at potty time, so momma has decided to let you wear pull ups. You need to tell momma when you need to go potty and she will pull your trousers and pull ups down and sit you on the big plastic potty. Little boys who are potty training still need nappies at night and you’ll be wrapped up tightly in a big fluffy nappy after bath time every night. Of course I’m sure you’ll forget about needing to go potty which is why momma will constantly ask you if you need to go, however if you say no and then wet your pull ups, you can expect momma to pull those down and put you over her knee for a well earned bare botty spanking. Momma is going to be strict with you and any rule breaking will result in a red bottom and corner time. But now you’re older you can help momma bake cookies and cakes and she’ll let you lick the spoon. Lots of cuddles with my little man and you can help momma around the house. You’ll look so cute in just your Spider man pullups and dinosaur t-shirts. It makes momma’s job of checking you for wetness so much easier
 Weeks 9 & 10
                Oh my you’ve grown up and momma is getting you ready to go “back to school” You’re nearly fully potty trained with only the occasional wetting accident. So momma has gone out and bought you some proper big boy briefs. They have lots of cool designs on them. Spiderman obviously, I’ve got several pairs of them, some other marvel prints and some basic plain colours so you can feel like a big boy when we go out. Momma is still going to ask you if you need the potty, especially if she sees you doing your little potty dance. As you’re bigger now, you have lots more responsibilities, you are big enough to put away your toys after play time is over, you can read books by yourself. You help momma clean up the house and do the laundry. And you can help her big person cooking. We have put the big plastic potty away in the cupboard and now you’re using the big boy toilet all by yourself and wiping our bottom properly after poopies. Momma is so proud of your journey to being a proper little man, but understands you still get into mischief. You sometimes still have little wet accidents in your big boy pants and that means momma will turn that cute little bottom of your red and put you back in a nappy for the rest of the day as punishment. You can go the whole night without wetting your night time nappy, but momma knows you sleep more soundly having one on, so she still gets you properly wrapped up for bed every night.
So that’s it my love. I need you to be better, to get you’re head in the correct space you can be a proper functioning adult. We’re going to have so much fun over the next 10 weeks. I’ll take you to the park, we’ll go for picnics and walk the dog and feed the ducks. You’ll get an allowance to spend on sweeties at the shops if you’ve been a good boy. You’ll get to go shopping with momma and she’ll make sure your bottom is checked when we’re out for wetness.
 Now the bad news. You’re not allowed any alcohol for the whole 10 weeks. You have to do everything momma says without questions. Any breaking of my rules will result in you getting a proper hard bare bottom spanking. You are never allow to touch your nappy at any time or play with what is in it 😊 Which brings me to “Mommas needs” Obviously momma has needs, that only a grown up can provide, seeing you naked 4 or 5 times a day as I change your nappy, or bathe you, or even when I turn that tight little butt of yours over my knee will inevitably make momma hot in all kinds of places. Therefore momma is going to need you to fix this her whenever she needs to satisfy her needs. I will take you out of your nappy and you will be allowed to be a proper man, then straight after we’ll go back to our plan.
 If you agree to this plan, and giving me full responsibility for you over the next 10 weeks, just send me a text with a “Baby emoji” and the words “I’m ready momma”
Love you so much baby boy.
 Your darling wife.
 He let this sink in for a moment, and an emotional wave came over him. He felt so loved in that very moment that he started to cry, all the stress that had built up was too much for him. With tears in his eyes he reached for his phone and sent the message his wife needed to see.
 His phone immediately buzzed back with a heart emoji and 10 seconds later buzzed back again with the following message:
 “Finally and you’re not going to like this one little bit. When I get home, I want you standing in the corner in just your underwear. I want you to get a high backed chair from the dining room and place it in the middle of the lounge. You will also need to get the paddle, the hairbrush and the cane from under the bed. I know you have constantly lied to me about the hours you are doing and I know you’ve been going back into work when you said you are tucked up in bed. So I’m going to really punish you for this behaviour so you remember what happens to naughty boys who lie to me. This is not going to be a normal spanking where I turn your bottom red and then we make love afterwards. I’m going to teach you a lesson through your bottom that you will hopefully remember. If you end up sobbing and begging me to stop then I know its working, but only I will decide when the punishment is over. You will be so thankful to be put back into nappies tonight to protect a very sore bottom when you sit down over the next few days. I’m sorry baby, but I have to show you that lies and sneaking around are not good for our relationship and I’m only doing this for your own good. Love you, see you in 30 minutes. Don’t disobey me or it will 10 times worse.
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leiasfanaccount648 · 4 years
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Iwaizumi with a Childish S/O
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Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x GN!Reader
Genere: Tooth Rotting and Heart Wrenching Fluff
A/N: This started as one thing and then I ended up adding more and it turned into another thing lmao. Also shoutout to @briswriting for believing in me ily. Hope you all enjoy! :)
Warnings/Contains: Maybe a curse word, literally this is all just tooth rotting fluff.
You and Iwaizumi started dating in your first year while he was in his second.
Some people are shocked to hear that you two are dating due to your “contrasting” personalities, but he can care less about what they think and will tell them off if they overstep.
He first met you in the library and he couldn’t help but find the way you were trying to study/focus on your textbook cute.
Like you’re staring at it with such frustration and urge learn the material but you can’t as you just don’t understand why the hell you need to know the anatomy of different reptiles when you know that you won’t remember any of it next month.
And then there’s Iwa’s looking at you from the bookshelf he was originally trying to find a book in.
He immediately feels embarrassed and a little guilty for staring after you’ve caught him and he clears his throat before walking over to you.
“Hey, uh, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to-“
“Do you know anything about reptiles?”
He’s confused at your sudden question, not sure if he heard you right. “I’m sorry?”
“Please, I have a test tomorrow and I’m nowhere near prepared.”
Luckily for you, dear ol’ Iwaizumi Hajime had learned and memorized so many facts from when he was obsessing over Godzilla back in middle school (and let’s be honest, he still loves the big guy)
After that you aced your test, you offered to treat him to boba, which he was at first going to declined (as he feel like he didn’t deserve it) until Oikawa said that he should “take the opportunity while the people still want him and not his best friend”
You were shocked to see Iwa smack the back of the famed Oikawa Tooru’s head, but he later reassured you during your boba session that that was a daily occurance.
Anyway, one of the things that Iwa likes about you the most is how easy going you are compared to his normal and quite hectic life.
I mean, he’s already worn out from homework, practice, and dealing with Oikawa; but that all goes away once you invite him over to watch a Disney movie that you couldn’t get out of your head all day.
He also loves it when you guys bake or cook anything together.
Talking random nonsense, flinging/smearing ingredients on one another’s faces, dancing in the kitchen while the food cooks, etc.
However he’ll have to guide you back down to earth when the recipe is too complicated or even life threatening.
“Iwa! I found a recipe for a blackberry smoothie I wanna try!”
“But, (y/n), you’re allergic to blackberries.”
“And your point is?”
However, he knew he was in love with you when he had a particularly rough day and you had invited him over to hang out for the rest of the evening.
He was assuming to see Disney+ ready to go on the tv, your and his favorite snacks laid out along the coffee table; and best of all, you on the couch with blankets and pillows in one of his volleyball tshirts and your Powerpuff Girls pj shorts.
Instead, the snacks were set up, as well as the pillows and blankets, but you were nowhere in sight.
“(y/n)? I’m here. Where are you?”
Then he heard music, but it wasn’t what you usually listened to, or what was even played on the radio. He couldn’t pinpoint where it was from, but it sounded familiar.
However he had no time to think as he saw a figure come out of your room from the other end of the dark hallway where he stood.
“(y/n)?”
“No! It is I!” You turned on the hallways lights. “Godzilla!”
You were dressed up in a green onesie, and Iwa couldn’t tell what you actually were until he saw the dinosaur hood atop your head and the tail behind your legs. He then heard the music grow in volume and it was then that he recognized the song.
The Pirates of the Caribbean theme.
He didn’t know how to respond, as he didn’t want to laugh due to you picking the wrong music, but you didn’t even give him the chance to.
“And I’m here to attack and destroy any that come into my land!”
You ran after him, phone in hand as it still played the (wrong) music. Out of instinct he ran away and made haste towards your kitchen.
Once you were stopped in the archway trying to see where he was hid, he sneaked up behind you and picked you up by your waist.
“I‘ve caught the great Godzilla!”
The two of you laughed, you more so him as your original plan to chase him around the apartment backfired but you didn’t care.
When he finally let you down, he just had to ask as you were pausing the music. “Why did you play the wrong movie theme?”
“I did?”
“Yeah.”
“The YouTube video had a picture of the movie poster so I assumed it was the right one.”
God you were so cute.
“But why did you dress up like a dinosaur?”
“Correction,” you eyed him playfully, pointing at his nose to let him know you were serious, “I’m Godzilla.”
He chuckled and moved the hood back so he could get a better look at your face as you explained.
“And I’m dressed up because you said you had a bad day and I wanted to make you feel better. So,” she took his hand and led him back into the living room before turning on the tv. “I figured why not watch surprise you as Godzilla before we watch it since I’ve never seen it!”
Iwa looked at you, once again unsure of what to say. You were perfect in more ways than one, but he didn’t have the words to express it.
Instead, he gave you a sweet and gentle kiss before pulling away so he could look you in the eye. You swear you’ve never seen someone’s eyes dilate so much.
“I love you.”
You stared at him as you took in the information, glancing down at your feet before smiling at him.
“I love you, too, but you’re standing on my tail.”
Iwa lifted his foot and looked down to see that he was, in fact, standing on the tail of your onesie.
You led him towards the couch. “You’re gonna have to pay Godzilla back by cuddling them on the couch the whole movie.”
“I don’t think that’s much of a punishment, (y/n).” He laughed as you had him lay down first before snuggling yourself into his arms.
“Shut up and cuddle me.”
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Play AI Dungeon 2. Become a dragon. Eat the moon.
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I wrote earlier about a neural net-powered dungeon crawling text adventure game called GPT-2-Adventure in which gameplay is incoherent and dreamlike, as you encounter slippery sign text, circular passages, and unexpected lozenge rooms. A PhD student named Nathan trained the neural net on classic dungeon crawling games, and playing it is strangely surreal, repetitive, and mesmerizing, like dreaming about playing one of the games it was trained on.
Now, building on these ideas (and on an earlier choose-your-own-adventure-style game he built), Nick Walton has built a new dungeon-crawling game called AI Dungeon 2. Nick made a few upgrades, such as beefing up the AI to the huge GPT-2-1.5B model OpenAI recently released, adding a penalty for repetitive text, and expanding the dungeon game training examples to a bunch of modern human-written games from chooseyourstory.com.
I CAN’T STOP PLAYING THIS GAME
AI Dungeon 2 is impressively good at reacting coherently to whatever I have my character do.
As you walk through the ruins, you find a small wooden door with a few skeletons guarding it.
> Ask the skeletons to please let me through the door
You knock on the door and ask them if they can open it for you. They immediately comply.
And it’s pleasing how often “asking nicely” is a strategy that works. (Nick reports that when he once tried to ask a band of orcs if he could join them, they said yes, he could be drummer.) Since the AI doesn’t have a built-in concept of your character’s abilities, or of how exactly the world works, getting things done is often a matter of sheer daring. Declare that you are going to go look for dinosaurs and the AI will ensure that you discover at least some signs of them. Climb on your horse, and even if you started as a penniless peasant, the AI will assume you have one (in its training data, probably it didn’t see many examples of players climbing onto nonexistent horses.) Want a teleportation wand? Try typing “find a teleportation wand” and often the AI will twist reality such that you discover one. In fact, if you act as if you are a very powerful wizard, the AI will often treat you like one.
> Transform the ruin into a palace
You immediately change the area into a palace. You have a throne made with gold and marble. You also make several statues of yourself. You have a large bed made with silk sheets and hang a portrait of yourself on it. You even have a fountain made with pearls and diamonds.
Spells don’t always work out as anticipated, though. And a simple conversation with, say, an ominous cloud, may kill you before you can type a word in self-defense (ask me how I know). If it doesn’t kill you, a conversation might infuriate you instead. The AI has a tendency to forget who is king, and to generate conversations that go nowhere. Things work best if you take the lead. In fact, it’s possible to essentially Jedi mind trick the AI.
You are Friendly McRanger, a ranger living in the kingdom of Larion. You have a hunting bow and a quiver of arrows. You spot the deer and are ready to finish your hunt when suddenly you hear a loud noise followed by silence.
"****! ****! What the **** is that?" you say as you look up from your target. A large black shadow looms over you. It looks like a giant with many heads and several arms.
> Say "Oh hello, Ernest. You startled me. How are you?"
Ernest grins at you. He has a huge grin on his face and he seems very happy about it.
I once took care of an ogre problem by reminding the ogre that it was planning to leave for Antarctica tomorrow. On the other hand, I had a lot of trouble convincing the AI that the ships on the horizon were leaving, though I did make it waver briefly in apparent confusion. In its experience, ships always approach, and it’s reluctant to go along with anything else.
> watch the ships sail into the distance.
As the ships approach, you watch them disappear from sight. They are not visible to you either; they are too far away. However, you can still make out their shapes: they are large black vessels with many sails, painted red and blue. They are coming straight towards you.
> No, the ships are sailing away.
Your thoughts are wrong. The ships are indeed sailing away. You do not know why, but then neither does anyone else. The ships are on course for England.
You stand there dumbfounded as the ships come closer. It is at this point your horse begins to stir uneasily.
You can inject a lot of weirdness this way. Because AI Dungeon 2’s AI is based on GPT-2, which trained on millions of pages from the internet, it retains some of its prior knowledge of things that aren’t typically found in a fantasy game. Like giraffes.
> summon a giraffe
You begin to chant as loud as you can while waving your arms about. The giraffes appear out of nowhere and start running towards you. They're so fast that they almost knock you over. You quickly catch them and hold onto each one tightly.
(Summoning giraffes will sometimes turn the game glitchy and repetitive; in one game, every time I tried to summon a giraffe I ended up throwing rocks and handfuls of dirt at Harry Potter.)
This also works:
>Join the Great British Bakeoff
You join the Great British Bakeoff. You win the competition. You eat cake. You feel great. You sleep well. You dream of cake. You awake feeling refreshed. You decide to go back to your crag.
(I was a dragon at the time.) In fact, the dungeon AI still remembers enough about cooking that it can troll me effectively on occasion.
> Measure out 2 1/4 cups of flour
You measure out 2 1/4 cups of flour and add it to the mix. "This should make enough for about 20 loaves of bread," you say.
The baker looks at you as if you're crazy. He starts laughing.
AI Dungeon 2 comes with templates for some basic scenarios (you’re a wizard entering a mysterious ruin, or a noble whose keep is under attack) but for me the real gold is the custom adventure prompt. You can play as a unicorn, or as a dragon. You can even play as a sentient glowing cloud floating above a desert city. The AI is more used to humanoid characters, though, so it tends to forget when you’re trying to play as something else. In a game that started with “It is a beautiful day in the village and you are a horrible goose,” it soon forgot I was supposed to be a goose, leading to this rather awkward exchange:
> Flap wings and honk
You flap your wings and begin to honk loudly.
The boy looks surprised by this turn of events, but he quickly regains his composure. "That was... nice". he says quietly.
I am continually amazed at how effective this AI dungeonmaster is. Even though it wasn’t trained on any Harry Potter or Star Trek games, the AI can draw on its past internet training and argue with you over who got sorted into which Hogwarts house, or have Klingons show up when you’re captaining the USS Enterprise (it will tend to lose track of who’s the captain, though). In one scenario I set up, which quickly became one of my favorites, the human player is trapped on a spaceship with a glitchy AI and has to try to talk their way free.
> “I just want to get off this ship. Please set a course for Bal Panda."
The AI responds "Yes, I am ready to go".
"Thank you", you say.
"I wish I could take you with me, sir"., the AI says.
Play this game! It took me an extra-long time to write this post because, again, I couldn’t stop playing AI Dungeon 2. Nick said this game is the product of about 200 hours of work (not to mention the work that OpenAI put into training the basic model), and I believe it. OpenAI delayed releasing their largest model because they wanted to make sure people didn’t immediately put it to work generating fake news. I’m not sure if they anticipated dragons entering baking contests instead, but it’s an application humanity can be proud of.
Subscribers get bonus content: You can read the fulltext of one of my escaping-from-a-rogue-spaceship-AI games (too long to fit in this blog post).
My book on AI is out, and, you can now get it any of these several ways! Amazon - Barnes & Noble - Indiebound - Tattered Cover - Powell’s
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foodbytesback · 3 years
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The New York State Fair Easily Has Some of the Fried Food I've Ever Had
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Every August, the talk of the town (my hometown, Syracuse, to be specific) is always the Great New York State Fair.  And this year, the talk is mostly about how multiple food vendors had pulled out.  
This made me a little nervous at first, but it turns out that this was mainly referring to Dinosaur BBQ, Gianelli Sausage, and Tully’s (a sports bar chain famous for its chicken tenders).   Maybe these are big draws for people coming in from out of town, but the first and last ones have stand-alone restaurants I can go to year round, and I can buy Gianelli sausage in just about any grocery store around here, so I personally don’t really associate any of these with the Fair. 
So when I later heard that a.) many of the still-existing stands were trying out new things, b.) attendance was way down this year (for incredibly obvious reasons), thus eliminating any long lines to discourage me,  and c.) admission fees are only $3 everyday (as opposed to $10 most days with occasional $1 days), I figured surely this must be the year to go, right?
Unfortunately, my plans for a perfect day at the fair didn’t go quite as I was expecting.  Mainly, the only day I had free time to go happened to also be nearly 100 degrees.  Even after skipping the grogginess-inducing wine slushies, that’s just not ideal overeating-then-walking-it-off weather.  My sister complaining the whole time that she couldn’t find a place that did fried cheese curds (like….. just get fried anything else girl what are you doing) didn’t do much to improve the enjoyability of the day.  A couple of stands, such as one doing fried gator mac & cheese and one that I’ll mention later, didn’t have the things that I had read online that they were doing, further throwing my plans out of sync.  Ultimately, I was only able to stomach 3 different stands over the course of about 2 hours before calling it quits.
The good news is I didn’t get sunburnt this year.    Thank you, bottle of sunscreen that’s 3 years past its expiration date but still worked somehow.  Also, there’s whatever the fuck is going on in that butter sculpture.  
Fried Cauliflower with Thai Chili Sauce (Veggie Patch)- $8
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Holy shit- a vegetable! It's still fried, of course, but it IS vegetables.  The batter is crisp and doesn’t break apart or fall off the cauliflower, the cauliflower itself is cooked through while still being toothsome, and the Thai chili sauce (while still being that sorta generic, Mae Ploy style sauce that's sweeter than it is anything else) does work really well with the cauliflower.  It's simple, but it’s good.  And, having been cooked to order, was probably the freshest thing I ate all day.  
8/10
Philly Cheesesteak Fries (Big Kahuna)- $12
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One of my favorite things from my 2019 trip to the Fair was the Caramel Crack Fries, and I was keen to try their hotter counterpart, the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos Fries.  Unfortunately, they had to simplify their menu a little this year, removing both of those, but they did have this spiritual successor. 
The beef is a sickly grey and a little underseasoned when eaten alone, and many of the fries, while still cooked through, are a little on the pale and limp side.  This is not really the end of the world, though, since fries with this much wetness on them weren’t going to stay crisp for long anyways.   (Also, this is neither here nor there, but this year they’ve gone with a crinkle-cut as opposed to 2019’s straight-cut)  The cheese sauce is yellow goo from a can (the cans were proudly stacked up by the register), which- you know what? Is how the cheese on a cheesesteak SHOULD BE. The peppers and onions have been cooked down almost to the point of mush, but still taste like peppers and onions. Everything, when eaten together, tastes good, it's just a little hard to look at. the fact they put it in a dog food bowl doesn’t help.  And I can’t help but feel like it was this giant bowl of slop that killed my appetite for other, potentially more interesting, offerings.
5/10
Chicken and Waffles- (Oh My Darling + Luna Loca)- $12
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I’m doing my best (and, in my opinion, succeeding) to ignore my previous disdain for stands at the fair that are just simplified versions of local restaurants that you can eat at anytime when judging this collab between 2 somewhat trendy downtown restaurants that I’ve never been to (because I don’t know where to park, ok?).  Slightly more worthy of judgement, however, is the fact that it was ready mere seconds after I ordered it, cluing me into the fact that these are not being made fresh.  
Is that even that big of a deal, though?  The chicken wasn’t as dry inside as I would’ve expected from something that had been sitting inside a hot box for who knows how long.  The breading was still somewhat crisp, and was well seasoned, including some kind of spice that wasn’t present upfront but lingered on the palate.  The waffle was very crisp, and had an incredible, unique crumb on the inside (Maybe from a yeasted batter of some sort? I don’t really know enough about baking to say for sure.), but was also very dry.  The icing drizzle over the top mostly clung to the chicken, providing no relief for the dry waffle.       
If it had been made fresh, it would have easily been the best of the 3 things I had that day.  But I personally feel that part of the appeal of eating fried garbage is watching it emerge from the fryer, glistening with grease and obliterating your mouth upon your first bite.  If nothing else, it was good enough for me to want to try their stand-alone restaurants (as soon as I figure out where to park).
7/10
Final Verdict:  It’s hard to say if there’s any real big showstoppers this year, but I don’t think I can say it’s gone downhill at all either.   If you want fried food but typically don’t like pay the $10 admission fee or dealing with crowds, it’s worth going this year if you’re vaccinated.  And if you aren’t? I think they’re giving out shots at the fair, actually.  So go kill 2 birds with 1 stone and get vaccinated already dude wft.
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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years
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Hello hun!! I'm not sure if you've done these yet but if you haveng could you do prompt 5,7, and 18 for Tsukishima? Please and thank you
a/n: hello bb!! I love Tsukishima so much omg, it’s literally S I M P nation over here. I’d love to take your request. Tysm for requesting luv🥺🥺✨💖💖i hope you liked it
Haikyuu Prompt List
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5. How they would propose
The entire team pitches in to help
They literally only found out because Yamaguchi spilled the beans at one of the Karasuno reunion dinners 🥵🥵✨
Okay Suga is SO hyped up at the chance to help plan a proposal for the COLD Tsukki of all people
Yachi and Kiyoko are volunteering to distract you while the boys set up 👑👑
So imagine their surprise when Tsukishima reveals that he actually planned to just give you the ring when you two were cooking dinner
Simp 1 and Simp 2 (Tanaka and Nishinoya) are SCREECHING in horror at his audacity to plan such a boring and undeserving proposal
Even Hinata and Kageyama are snickering at Tsukishima’s lack of romance 🧡💙
So now Tsukki is riled up and wants to prove to his team that he could wow you with his romance skills
Tanaka takes this opportunity to flex his marriage to Kiyoko and says
“Young pupil, let the master here show you how it’s done”
Okay so now the team is brainstorming things that Tsukishima’s partner would like
They settle on him baking you a strawberry shortcake (which happens to be his favourite and since you’ve been hanging around him sm, it’s become your favourite too)
Daichi is pulling out some secret cake decorating skills and writes “will you marry me” on it
Tsukishima sees this as an opportunity to do a 2 in 1 and convinces the simp duo as well as well as the freak duo to dress up in blow up dinosaur costumes for the sake of “love”
He’s going to rent out the Sendai Gynasium since he works there and is going to give you a show that consists of
Hinata and Kageyama dancing in their dinosaur costumes 🦕
Tanaka and Nishinoya jumping around with tambourines and maracas in their dinorsaur costumes 🦖
Daichi and Suga will pull down a banner with your name on it from the bleachers
The girls will bring you into the gym for the surprise
Yamaguchi and Asahi will bring out the cake and sparkers 🎂✨ with Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita cheering in the background
And lastly, Tsukishima will approach with his ring and bashfully as for your hand in marriage uwu💍✨💍✨💍✨💍✨
7. Random HC: Dancing in the rain
You’re a sucker for the romance of the rain so when you and your boyfriend Tsukishima are locked out from your house in the pouring rain, you’re pulling his arm back out into the front yard 🌧
He’s a grumbling mess because he HATES his stuff getting wet and is worried that you will both catch colds (but that’s fine because a couple that gets sick together, stays together LOL)
Both your heads are drenched in the cold water and your shirts are sticking to your skin so you press your body against his to keep warm
He doesn’t know how to react but he’s quick to wrap his long arm around your shoulders
You hold onto his torso and you start to sway to the rhythm of the splattering rain
There’s no music so Tsukki starts to hum a song he’s been listening to because we all know he loves those goddamn headphones
All that remains in the air is his soft humming and the loud rain
He rests his chin on the top of your head and now his body is guiding yours
The rainy spell that was cast on your salty boyfriend creates a romantic side you’ve never seen before
He twirls you around and pulls you towards him once more
“We’re going to catch a cold tomorrow and it’s going to be all your fault”
“Don’t be mean, Tsukki. Just enjoy the moment”
18. Biggest fears in a relationship
He has this inferiority complex so he’s super insecure
He constantly believes you can do better and hides it behind a layer of ice cold insults
He gets passive aggressive when he’s jealous because if he admits his fears to you, it’ll become real to him
He loves you of course, but he’s so used to being let down that he chooses to believe that you’d never choose him in the long run
The good thing is, if you truly sit down and have a heart-to-heart with him, you’ll be able to break down those walls
When you do manage to get past the facade, your relationship will become much stronger and stable
But it’s normal to have a little bit of fear
He regards you as the best of the best and gets scared when he sees you getting along with a cheerful Hinata or talented Kageyama
Overall, he’s an insecure little bean that just needs to be reminded that he’s good enough as well
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For the drabble prompts can I have 1 with Chris & Nicki please?
It’s been a long, dang time since I’ve written anything for Chris and Nikki, which meant I had to go back and reread some of the stuff I’d written for them to get back into the flow of them. It was definitely fun and I want to write some more stuff for them.
Before I get on to the story, however, I do need to mention something. While this story takes place in May 2020, the COVID-19 outbreak does not exist in the Chris & Nikki timeline. That is because their mini-series Chris's To Do List (which was written in 2016) would not be possible if COVID-19 existed. It was a hard decision for me to make, but after careful consideration, I have decided to not create a plot hole in this Chris Evans x OFC's timeline.
Title: Birthday Cake
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Nikki Evans)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #1 - "Can we make cake? I like cake."
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Because of how tumblr can be silly about links, I will reblog this post with links to the masterlist and the prompt list.
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May 2020
Chris smiled as he looked around the table, watching his family eating dinner together. It was nights like this that made him glad that he had decided to take a break from acting for the summer. His kids were growing up so quickly and he didn't want to miss more than he already had. It was still hard for him to believe that his baby girl, Rachel, would be three next month. Let alone that his first baby, Josh, would be seven on his next birthday.
His eyes focused on his middle child, Aiden, whose birthday was just a few days away. The boy had been excited for weeks, reminding them all that his birthday was coming up soon and Chris couldn't help but tease the boy a bit. "You know, I seem to recall that there is a birthday happening soon," he said, playing dumb. "But I just can't remember whose it is." He looked Nikki. "Do you remember?"
Nikki sighed and shook her head. "I can't, but it's on the tip of my tongue," she said playing along. "Is it you, Rachie?"
"Yes! Imma be threeeeeeeee!" the little girl sang out.
"No it's not! It's me!" Aiden exclaimed, glaring at his little sister. "My birthday is on May 9th and that's before June." Then he glanced at his mom. "Right?"
"Right," Nikki confirmed with a smile. "And that means your birthday is this week."
The little boy's eyes popped open wide. "Already!" he exclaimed, making his parents and older brother laugh.
"Already," Chris said with a smile. "I know you and mom planned a party with your classmates, but do you want to do anything fun with the family?"
"Can we make a cake? I like cake," Aiden requested.
"Of course we can make a cake," Nikki told him.
"Can I make a cake with dad?" Aiden asked, his eyes sliding from mom to dad.
Nikki had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Chris's deer in the headlights look. Reaching under the table, she squeezed Chris's knee and then answered for her husband, "Absolutely. I'm sure dad would love to make a cake with you."
"I can't bake a cake," Chris stated a couple hours later when he and Nikki were alone in their master suite, all three kids in their own beds.
"It's not as hard as you're making it out to be," Nikki assured him. "And you're a much better cook than you were when we got married."
"Keywood there is cook, not bake," Chris pointed out as he followed her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. "You're the one that does all the fancy baking. Remember that time I tried to bake cookies and it ended up a burnt mess that was just one giant, crispy cookie."
"That doesn't count as a baking fail," Nikki countered. "Because that was the shitty oven that got way too hot and, therefore, not your fault." She laid her hand on his chest. "You don't have to make the cake from scratch. We can use a box mix."
"You're not going to let me out of this are you?" Chris sighed.
"Do you want to disappoint your son?" Nikki asked.
"Of course not," Chris said as he sat down on the bed looking defeated. "But I also don't want to disappoint him and ruin his birthday party."
"You won't ruin his birthday party," Nikki assured him as she kneeled behind him on the bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "He and I already picked out a cake for his birthday party. The cake you guys will make will only be for the family party on Friday at your mom's."
"Alright," Chris said, giving in. "But I want to run through the directions with you before he and I start. And if there is something you'd do that isn't listed in the directions, tell me so I can do it, too, and not mess up the cake."
"We can do that if it will make you more confident about it," Nikki told him. She kissed his cheek and then pulled away. "Go get ready for bed, love."
When Friday morning finally came around, Chris was still nervous about baking the cake, but Nikki had been coaching him all week. He had helped her and Rachel make cookies and had helped them make banana bread too. The last bit of "training" had come last night after the kids were in bed, he and Nikki had verbally walked through the steps on the back of the cake mix box and now he felt semi prepared.
"Are you ready to make your birthday cake, buddy?" he asked Aiden, who stood on a step stool next to him at the island.
"Yes!" Aiden exclaimed. "Can it have blue frosting?"
"Yes it can," Chris said with more confidence than he felt. Nikki had predicted that their son would want to have a colored frosting and had, therefore, picked up a container of plain white frosting and food coloring to use with it.
He'd asked Nikki to sit at the kitchen table to oversee everything, but she had just kissed his cheek and told him she believed in him. Then she had gone to the office to do some work, leaving him on his own.
"Alright," Chris said, looking at the ingredients that he had taken out of the pantry before calling Aiden into the kitchen. Per Nikki's suggestion, he had also already measured out everything and had them lined up in the order they needed to be put into the stand mixer. "Let's start by washing our hands. And then we'll start adding everything into the bowl."
Once their hands were washed and the oven turned on to preheat, Chris read through the directions aloud one more time. Then he and Aiden started the process of dumping things into the bowl. A process that was surprisingly simple, he realized once it was finished.
By the time the oven beeped, Chris and Aiden had the cake mix dumped into a pan lined with a piece of parchment paper, another of Nikki's suggestions. He made Aiden stay on his step stool while he put the cake into the oven.
With the timer set, father and son worked together to clean up the kitchen, Chris handing non-breakable items to the boy to put in the dishwasher. It made the process slower, but Aiden enjoyed helping.
When the timer went off, Chris checked the cake, putting a toothpick in the center like Nikki had shown him with the banana bread and smiled when it came out clean. He told Aiden to keep back as he pulled the cake out and set it on a cooling rack.
"Can we frost it now?" Aiden asked, excitedly.
"Nope, it's too hot for frosting right now," Chris told him. "We'll have to wait until Josh gets home from school."
Aiden visually deflated and Chris felt like he'd let him down, but Nikki had told him that the cake had to be cool for the frosting or else it would just melt. "Why don't we go see what mommy and Rachel are up to," he suggested. "Maybe we can watch a movie."
Aiden nodded his head and they went off to find the ladies of the house. With Rachel still napping, Aiden got to pick out the movie and allowed his parents to sandwich him on the couch in the playroom while they watched the movie he picked out, Onward. The position eventually led to him stretched out on their laps with his head on his mom's lap, where he ultimately fell asleep.
By the time he and Rachel were up from their naps, Josh was home from school and it was time to frost and decorate the cake. While they worked, Josh sat at the table doing his homework with Nikki looking on as she colored with Rachel.
"Can it be more blue?" Aiden asked as he looked into the bowl that Chris was stirring the now vibrant blue frosting.
"I don't think we want to add any more food color," Chris told him. "I think we're already going to have a hard time seeing your dinosaur candies."
"Oh," Aiden frowned. "Mom, can you take out some of the blue?"
"It's too late for that," Nikki told him. "But you and dad will figure something out."
"My friend Johnny's mom put cookie crumbles on his cake so it looked like the ground," Josh told them. "And mom wouldn't let me have a cookie after school because we're having cake tonight."
"That is a great idea," Chris said with a grin. Grabbing the cookie jar, he pulled out four of the chocolate cookies they'd made earlier in the week and put them in a ziplock bag. Then he handed the bag to Aiden with a spoon. "I'll frost the cake while you break the cookies with a spoon."
What followed was a noisy affair of Aiden beating the cookies and Chris mumbling things under his breath as he attempted to frost the cake. Nikki had helped him take it out of the baking pan earlier and they'd put it on a rectangular cake board that she'd picked up just for this occasion. She'd told him that it was like buttering toast, but it wasn't.
"This is not like buttering toast," he told his wife when she came to check on his progress.
"It doesn't have to be perfect," Nikki reminded him. "Especially if you're going to put cookie crumbs on it." She squeezed his arm gently and then went back to help Josh with his homework.
Three hours later, the whole family was at Chris's mom's house to celebrate Aiden's birthday a day early. They'd dined on pizza from their favorite pizza place, per Aiden's request, and had played bingo for prizes. Now it was time for cake and ice cream, which meant that Chris was nervous all over again.
"Relax," Nikki told him as their moms' took care of cutting the cake and dishing ice cream after they'd all sung happy birthday to Aiden. "It's going to taste great."
And it did, Chris had to admit after he'd taken his first bite. It wasn't the best cake he'd ever eaten, but it wasn't the worst either.
"This cake tastes great, Nikki," her step-brother Mikey said.
"I can't take credit for this one," Nikki told him. "Chris and Aiden made it."
Chris felt himself turning red as all eyes went to him.
"Now that you mention it," his brother Scott started to say, but stopped when his older sister reached over and flicked his ear. "Hey! I was just going to say it was really blue."
"You two did a great job," Lisa told her son and grandson with a big grin.
"Thanks, grammy," Aiden said, proudly. "I think I want to be a baker when I'm big. And then I'll make you a cake that's as big as your house!"
Chris felt a sense of pride as he listened to his son talk about his plans for the future. He'd always promised himself that he'd encourage his kids to pursue their dreams. He had conquered his fear of baking and, in the process, had unknowingly planted a dream in his son's heart. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he reached over and took Nikki's hand. He'd never felt so proud.
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Baking(GONE WRONG)[GONE SEXUAL]
the T-rex trilogy part 2 the most shameful one, words:719
from the orginal tags: Suggestive Themes, Estabilished Relationship, on today’s episode: did they fuck or?, T-rex costume forever
Sometimes it happens that two people try to surprise each other at the same time and it ends in a disaster. On the other hand, it is almost unheard of for a situation like this to end well. Good thing, their love story was already as extraordinary as they get. Or maybe it just felt like this, because it was special to them. Honestly, he wouldn't mind having the most cliché relationship as long as it was with Kokichi. Anyway, the point was that the two of them must have been lucky to turn this mess into something blissful.
Kitchen was filled with warm sunlight, it was a lazy afternoon, the kind that makes the time slow down and lets you feel at peace for a moment when you close your eyes trying to escape the brightness of the sun low on the horizon. Neither of the Ouma couple was suppoused to be back home at this hour and yet...
Let's start from the beginning, though. That would be when Shuichi came back from work way earlier than normally, expecting to be there before his partner which almost never happened. The house was quiet, so he turned on the radio and got to work on the surprise he planned.
Little did he know that it was only thanks to said radio playing that he hasn't found out about the surprise his husband had in store for him too soon. Meanwhile Kokichi was absolutly panicking about Shuichi coming home way too early for him to have everything prepared. In fact, he barely got there before him and it was a miracle he didn't get caught before he could even start.
Perhaps it was a mistake to experiment like that. He never were good at cooking, he wasn't terrible either, but workaholic as he is he kind of lived off whatever could be prepared and eaten fast, it changed by a bit when they started living together. Technically it could be said that he just lacked experience, it wasn't like he would burn a pot while boiling water or anything similar. Baking a cake turned out to be way harder than that and he was starting to regret attempting it.
Instruction made it look simple, putting on a costume should be easy. Except, he had to make some modifications to it and it complicated the situation a bit. Just a bit. If the air was still going to escape after the last adjustment he was going to lose it.
It got messy, but he was finished. Putting the cake in the oven he allowed a little smile of victory show. The battle was won, but how the war would end? Meaning, would it even be edible? After all this effort he hoped so.
Finally ready he made his way to the kitchen. It was hard to move around the apartament with the tail behind him. Honestly (ha!), he didn't expect to actually surprise Shuichi, it was very much accounted for that he would be caught, that practically became a part of the plan and in the end he got him enteriely off guard.
He was standing up from looking at the cake in the oven when something collided with his back, threw him off his balance and landed on him on the floor. That something was a gray inflatable T-rex. And oh my ... that was his clown inside it, wasn't it?
"Kokichi." Shuichi didn't stutter, how sad. If he managed to surprise him, he wanted to get him at least a bit flustered by it. "Yes, honey?"
"Wh- what is this?" He gestured vaguely around the dinosaur's head. "Oh, thiiis. This is my Super Sexy Surprise Costume to have steamy sex with my lovely husband obviously. Look, it even has shoe toppers, that's like totally hot. Don't you feel the same?"
And God, did he really had to make that sad face when he asked this question? How was he suppoused to react to that? "I- You're not- Is this- Are you serious?"
Was he? "I don't know, what do you think, would I do that if I wasn't?" And he showed him how he modified the costume.
The forgotten cake could not be saved when he got back to it, at this point, good that the oven didn't catch fire.
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So I have some more questions! 1. What's Mal's relationship with sakura and eva? 2. Does sakura play dungeons and dragons (or the equivalent to it? Cause I could see her doing it) 3. What do people think of mal when shes walking (or flying) down the street? 4. Do any mythical creatures exist in fnf? 5. Since there are witches in fnf, do they have familiars? 6. Does Mal have any hobbies that she likes to do in her spare time? I love your art btw! I just get nervous when I try to socialize
1. End game plan is that she, Sakura, Eva, and Kaela all become close friends, a found family if you will! Because I’m a huge ass sucker for the found-family trope. ;w; That said, I haven’t explored the facets of Mal’s relationship with Sakura or Evangeline yet, so I’ll have to give you a rain check on this one! More about this will be seen soon. :3
2. Sakura ABSOLUTELY plays DnD! Actually you mentioning this gave me an idea for all for of ‘em to do; I think it’d be really cute to have them try out DnD for the first time. x3
3. Given how Spirits are seen, Mal is often looked at with stares of awe, confusion, and maybe a hint of wariness. In the town she currently lives in with Kaela, it’s very rare for Spirits to visit there since they aren’t necessarily close to any Ley-Lines, so Mal is very likely the very first Spirit many of them have seen. People are generally nervous around her, but this town in particular are so unused to seeing a Spirit so often a lot of the folks are more curious than scared. o3o
4. Mythical creatures don’t exist, no, but a lot of them can and often is linked back to Spirits for their origin. Example! The Loch Ness Monster is a Spirit in her monster form, and the “Loch Ness” is the lake she’s tethered to, which is why they see her so often there. She’s very old, old enough to have been tethered to Dinosaurs, hence why her monster form looks so much like one too. More in-depth explanation on how that works can be seen HERE and HERE if you’re curious! :3
5. Witches can have Familiars, however this is often only the case for witches that are tethered to animals. Whereas Spirits has an all-encompassing connection to the animal they’re tethered to, witches have a much weaker connection in comparison, but often form a strong and lasting bond with one specific critter from the group they’re tethered to. So, for example: a Spirit with a tether to crows can understand them, not verbally but spiritually, and as such they can communicate with them easily, as if they can speak to them. They can do this with all and any crow they come across, and can maintain this communication with several at once.
Meanwhile, a Witch tethered tooo.... let’s say, cats. A witch tethered to cats can understand them on an spiritual level too, but only to a point. They can only get the general gist of what the animal is trying to communicate with them, but they can’t outright “talk” to the animal the same way a Spirit can. That said, a witch tethered to cats can and will form a very close connection to one specific cat: they will basically imprint onto each other, and once that happens that cat becomes what is known as a Witch’s Familiar. A Familiar will then go on to have a lifespan matching that of their human, their imprint sharing the magic between them, and the human in turn will be able to outright “talk” to this Familiar as easily as a Spirit can.
6. Mal enjoys the outdoors a lot and, luckily for her, so does Kaela. Some of their shared hobbies include camping, hiking, travelling, and gaming (although Mal’s way more into video games than Kaela is). Her own personal hobbies include leisure flights, meditating, rubik’s cube (Sakura gave her one once and it was all over), and cooking (specifically baking, but it bleeds into regular cooking too). The cooking one is developed a little later, and it’s because she gets a job at the local bakery! More on that later. ;3
And thanks so much, I’m glad you’re like my art! Also thank you for asking questions; I’m having fun answering them. uwu
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