#KARAAGE BUDS

[krenenbaker]

TWST Boys' Food Preferences: Krenenbaker's Rating

AKA: How much does Henry enjoy the guys' favourite and least favourite foods?

From 0: I won't eat it to 10: One of my absolute favourite foods

Note: I'm a pretty adventurous / open eater, so a lot of these have very high ratings

Riddle

Favourite: Strawberry tart

Ooh, I do so enjoy a nice strawberry tart! (They're also WILDLY fun to make!) 8/10!!

Least Favourite: Junk food

Well... "junk food" is a somewhat arbitrary category. What counts as "junk food" is up to an individual's interpretation most of the time. For instance, is a slice of strawberry tart also considered "junk food"? For my interpretation of this, I'll give it a 6/10. If there were more specific foods, it may be a different rating.

Ace

Favourite: Cherry pie

YES!! However, this depends on if it's sweet cherry pie or sour cherry pie. Sweet? 6/10. Sour? 10/10!!! (it's one of my all-time favourite foods!)

Least Favourite: Raw oysters

Mmmmmm I love oysters! Sorry Ace, but these are a solid 8/10 in my books!

Deuce

Favourite: Anything with eggs

Little broad of a category there, don'cha think, bud? Anyways, 7/10. Eggs are pretty good! Though they do give me a bit of an ick if the whites aren't fully set when cooked.

Least Favourite: Bell peppers

Oh, bell peppers are rather nice! For green bell peppers I'd give a 4/10, and for other colours, 7/10.

Trey

Favourite: Candied violets

10/10!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE floral flavours, and candied violets are just... mmm...!! 10/10!!

Least Favourite: Mustard

Oop, sorry dear. 10/10. I love mustard. I use it ALL the time on so many things! And there are so many different varieties! Sweet, spicy, tangy, herby... It's one of my favourite condiments :)

Cater

Favourite: Spicy ramen

8/10! Spicy ramen may just be the best kind of ramen!

Least Favourite: Anything sweet

This is another really broad category... but 8/10. I like most sweet things - you can pass me the things you don't like after you photograph them, Cater ♡

Leona

Favourite: Meat

3/10... I could take it or leave it :/ (I do like organ meats and seafood, though... that counts for 2 of the 3 I gave this)

Least Favourite: Vegetables

9/10 - I love veggies! Give me a dish of nicely cooked mixed veg, or a cucumber dill salad, or literally whatever, and I'll be a happy camper! It's another broad category of foods, but I do like most vegetables

Ruggie

Favourite: Doughnuts

I think they're fine, though there are so many sweets I would much prefer. 5/10 (A good sour cream glazed doughnut SLAPS, though)

Least Favourite: Anything rotten

1/10 - YEAH?? I gave a 1 since cheese, wine, fermented foods (sauerkraut, miso, kombucha, etc.), and so on are technically made of foods that have gone off but are delicious, though that's not quite the same as "rotten". But just in case those count... a 1.

Jack

Favourite: Pear compote

Sweet, soft, and very yummy! I don't have it often, but I do enjoy it! 7/10!

Least Favourite: Green onions

6/10, I'd say. They're not my favourite, but they're a solid food item.

Azul

Favourite: Karaage

7/10. I like it, quite a lot, actually! It's not my favourite food, but it is something that I do enjoy :)

Least Favourite: Health food

Again, a wide variety of foods could fit here, but the "health food" label is especially subjective. It's much the same as Riddle's "junk food" categorization. I'll give this one a... 7/10? It depends on what his definition of "health food" is, though.

Jade

Favourite: Octopus carpaccio

10/10! I'm a HUGE fan of octopus (when it's prepared well, that is. It has a horrible texture if prepared poorly), and octopus carpaccio is a really nice and refreshing dish!! Yum!!

Least Favourite: Conger eel

Likely a 6/10. I've never had it, but I do like other types of eel, so there's a chance I'll like this too. I don't know yet, but I'm open to trying it! ^v^

Floyd

Favourite: Takoyaki

10/10!!! I LOVE takoyaki so, so, so, so much!! Probably another one of my favourite foods!! Again, octopus! It's so tasty!! And combined with the savoury cake, sauces, and bonito flakes??? Absolutely DELICIOUS.

Least Favourite: Shiitake mushrooms

Sorry Floyd, these are a 9/10 :) I ADORE mushrooms! Shiitakes aren't my favourite type (that'd be Lion's Mane), which is why it's a 9 and not a 10.

Kalim

Favourite: Coconut water

6/10! I like coconut water! It's not necessarily my drink of choice, but I do enjoy it!

Least Favourite: Curry

Apologies Kalim, I'll have to agree with Jamil here... 10/10! I've loved basically every form of curry I've tried, and there is such a wide range of different kinds that exist! Such a good category of food!

Jamil

Favourite: Curry

10/10 - see above (*´◡`*)

Least Favourite: Dates

Again, apologies, Jamil. 8/10. Dates are a wonderful, sweet fruit :)

Vil

Favourite: Homemade smoothies

Apparently, Vil has specific recipes he uses, so I don't know what his smoothies are like. In general, though, I'd say they're a 6/10 for me. Some are really nice, but smoothies aren't my favourite thing to drink most of the time.

Least Favourite: Mayonnaise

I do enjoy mayonnaise - I'd give it a 7/10. It's tasty, and I use it quite often, on sandwiches, in tuna or pasta salads, mixed with other items to make tartar sauce to go with fish, and so on. (fun fact, you can bake with it, too! there are cake recipes which use mayonnaise instead of oil or butter, and it gives the final product a nice moist texture!)

Epel

Favourite: Macarons (barbeque)

For macarons, I'd say 4/10. They're pretty, and fun to make, and sweet. But they can be a bit too sweet for me sometimes.

For barbeque, probably 2/10. 1/10 if it's meat on-the-bone. I don't like meat on bones, and am not the biggest fan of most meats in general :/

Least Favourite: Apple pears

Oh, apple pears can be nice! I'll say 7/10. Not too sweet, nice and crispy... it's a good fruit!

Rook

Favourite: Liver paté

Honestly, probably an 8/10. It is a really, really lovely food. I don't have it often, but I really like it any time I do!! (Liver paté is actually one of the few pork-based foods I still eat, so I think that says a lot about how much I enjoy it)

Least Favourite: Garlic

Again, I offer my apologies, darling; I LOVE garlic. Lemon garlic shrimp, skordalia, garlic green beans, garlicky hummus, it's all delicious! 9.5/10! It's definitely more of an ingredient than a food unto itself, though... I'm not the sort to just munch on raw cloves of garlic!

Idia

Favourite: Sweets

I'll give the same ranking as with the sweet things for Cater: 8/10.

Least Favourite: Raw fish

Naw mate, raw fish is tasty! 8/10!! :D

Ortho

He doesn't eat, so ?/10, I guess?

Malleus

Favourite: Ice cream

I personally find ice cream slightly "meh" a lot of the time? I do like a good mint chip, pistachio, or black cherry ice cream, but in general, 5/10.

Least Favourite: Whole cakes

Uhh, how do I answer this? I don't think I'd like a WHOLE cake, so I think probably a 3/10? It'd be nice at first, but terrible by the end! If it's a miniature cake, though, probably 7/10

Sebek

Favourite: Salmon carpaccio

Another 9/10! Love me some salmon, and salmon carpaccio is a really, REALLY nice way to have it!!

Least Favourite: Black coffee

It's not how I take my coffee, and coffee isn't my drink of preference, either. So, 4/10.

Silver

Favourite: Mushroom risotto

10/10!!!! This lad has GREAT taste!! Again, I ADORE mushrooms, and mushroom risotto highlights their flavour and texture(s) beautifully! I love making it, too!

Least Favourite: Lilia's cooking

I don't blame him. 1.5/10. I'll give it a try, but... I don't think it would sit well with me ( ´～｀)

Lilia

Favourite: Tomato juice

9/10 - I really like tomato juice! It's nice to have with a lunch or a savoury breakfast!

Least Favourite: Marshmallows

They're pretty nice! Not my go-to sweet treat, but definitely a good pick. I'd say 7/10

Grim

Favourite: Canned tuna

I'm going to give this a 6/10. It's a convenient food item, and generally pretty good. Not the best, not the worst, but you can make some nice dishes with it!

Least Favourite: Nothing

Does this mean he doesn't have a least Favourite food, or that his least Favourite food is not having food? ???/10 for confusing phrasing

#krenenbaker's :) #krenenbaker's thoughts #twst #I didn't include the staff or any non-NRC characters because I didn't feel like it :) #this post got LONG so I put it under a cut #I started this ages ago and it's been stewing in the drafts since then #but I thought I may as well get it finished and posted now #why not? :)

[sybilius]

got all the chores I needed to do done today, even though I was worried about that. tried a really really good brunch place on a nice date with my wife. there was a big thunder storm this afternoon like HUGE with lightning we watched from the car. caught up on some wrestling and the wrestling was GREAT and I got to hang with a bud. made chicken karaage for the first time, it was life changing, also put in garlic I grew and served it with green beans I grew. the corn is so big and tall and nothing will make you feel like a successful farmer like big and tall corn. I am going to review the G1 matches now. 

what I am trying to say is today was a really good day :) 

#personal #some days it be like this!!!! wow!!!!

[redheadinjapan]

4 Niigata Hanami Spots To See Cherry Blossoms

There’s nothing more synonymous with spring in Japan than sakura, and the cherry blossoms you can see at Niigata hanami are no exception. Niigata is a long prefecture, so the cherry blossoms in different areas can bloom at very different times, starting from the south in Joetsu and working up to Niigata City. Unfortunately, it can be hard to determine exactly when the cherry blossoms in different areas will bloom, which is why this post was postponed since they’re blooming later than originally expected this year. However, when they do start to bloom, it’s a wondrous sight to see.

Takada Castle Site Park

Takada Castle Site Park in Joetsu is by far one of the most popular Niigata hanami spots. The park is lined with cherry blossom trees that are some of the first to bloom since it’s in one of the furthest south cities in Niigata Prefecture. In addition to beautiful views of the castle and its fountain through the cherry blossoms, there is also an abundance of food stands throughout the park. They sell all of the typical staples–karaage, yakisoba, takoyaki, candied fruits–as well as many other interesting treats. And if you can stick around until nighttime, they light up the whole park with lanterns. Even the castle is lit up and, in photos, almost looks like it’s glowing green from the light shining off the grass. This year, only some of the cherry blossoms had bloomed by the weekend we visited, but it was still very pretty.

Hakusan Park

If you live closer to the north of Niigata Prefecture and it’s too hard to get down to Joetsu, you can also visit Hakusan Park in Niigata City. Next to Hakusan Shrine, Hakusan Park has an entire grove of cherry blossom trees that bloom in the spring. You can set up a blanket under the many flowering trees, look out over the reflective pool, and eat food from nearby stands that are set up for most of the spring season. It’s not as big as Takada Castle Site Park, but there’s still a fair bit of space and a lot of food options. There were even some performances during the weekend when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

Yasuragitei (Shinano Riverside)

Another option for Niigata hanami in the city is Yasuragitei. Yasuragitei runs along the Shinano riverbank and is lined with cherry blossoms and flowers in the spring. Local students plant tulips along the riverbanks in the fall, and the colorful buds bloom in the spring with the cherry blossoms. It’s a beautiful place for a walk, or you can bring a blanket and find a spot to sit. However, you will have to bring your own food because there aren't any food stands by Yasuragitei, though you can go back again in the summer when the riverside restaurants open up.

Yahiko Park

If you’re looking for a place closer to Niigata City that still has lots of space, beautiful nature, and a wide variety of food stands, you can also check out Yahiko Park. Generally, Yahiko Park is geared toward fall foliage, so there aren’t too many cherry blossoms around its iconic red bridge. However, most paths are lined with cherry blossom trees, including the main opening to the park just before the Yahiko Park tunnel. Plus, on top of the permanent restaurants, many food trucks and stands set up in the parking lots and along the streets. While there aren’t many cherry blossoms at the top of Yahiko Mountain, you can still see the beautiful view of the town while you’re there and stop by Yahiko Shrine on the way up.

There are many other beautiful Niigata hanami spots, especially in the rural areas of Niigata, but these are four popular places to go and the ones I’ve had the chance to visit. Of course, anywhere with a few cherry blossom trees and a place to sit can be a great hanami spot. It’s all about the people you're with and the appreciation for the short-lived pink blossoms. So, whatever site you choose for your Niigata hanami will be perfect!

#cherry blossom #sakura #hanami #takada castle site park #hakusan park #yasuragitei #yahiko park #japan #niigata #ourniigata #edgeofniigata #enjoyniigata

[makibeni]

Ch. 5 -Every Last Bite

Makima neatly folded her coat over her chair as she sat down. She'd ran into Kobeni and her partner wrapping up their morning patrol and getting ready for lunch, sending Hirokazu away on an errand and inviting Kobeni to dine out with her. She'd wanted to see Makima again though to say she'd been caught off guard would be an understatement. She was naturally apprehensive, yet totally unable to refuse someone, especially someone who held seniority over her, and before the battle of her anxieties could conclude Makima was already escorting her into the restaurant, a local hidden gem she'd heard about from an oft drunk coworker who frequented the place.

The server brought over their food, miso soup, karaage, yakitori grilled over charcoal, and a side of cucumber salad. Kobeni's meager breakfast had left her ill-equipped for such temptations. Her usual go-to's for lunch were always something cheap and convenient, instant noodles or maybe street food if she felt like splurging. She loved good food but seldom had the opportunity to treat herself, and the thought of being treated by someone wasn't one that often crossed her mind. The noise of clattering pans in the kitchen snapped her back to reality as she swiveled her head up to lock eyes with the red headed woman sitting across from her who gave her a warm smile.

"Shall we dig in?"

"A-Ah, y-yes, thanks for the food!"

Kobeni reached for the soup first, it's deep savory flavor washed over her tongue and bathed her taste buds in it's salty-sweet richness. As she savored the sensation she locked eyes with Makima who's hand was wrapped around a yakitori. She slowly lifted the sauce dipped chicken to her mouth and bit into it, prying the tender meat free of the skewer and looking to relish in the flavor.

"The food here really is delicious, do you come here often?"

Kobeni panicked and quickly swallowed the half chewed bite of tofu in her mouth.

"O-oh um... n-not really, it's a bit out of m-my usual price range..."

"Ah, well in that case don't worry about it, I'll pick up the bill this time"

"N... No! That's alright, I w-wouldn't want to impose on you like that"

"I insist, next time you can treat me somewhere"

Makima grinned at Kobeni, prodding her to take the initiative. Kobeni pursed her lips and balled her hands into fists at her sides, sheepishly looking down at her half finished bowl of miso.

"I doubt I could treat you anywhere as nice as this..."

Makima pressed a finger to her chin and pondered, studying Kobeni's form. She wanted to know her prospective partner intimately, to understand her every movement until she could read her thoughts just by gazing into her deep brown eyes. The thought of spending every waking moment with Kobeni made her heart race.

"Well, then we'll just have to go more than once"

Kobeni's shame twisted back into anxiety as she considered how this might all be a roundabout way of entrapping her in some inescapable cycle of debt. Had she truly ruined her life for half a bowl of soup? Noticing the change in her expression, Makima interjected.

"Don't fret too much, I'm not as high-maintenance as you might think"

Makima flagged down the server for drinks and slid a beer over to Kobeni who bashfully nibbled on her fried chicken.

"I want you to enjoy a nice meal with me, then simply do your best to take me somewhere where I'll get to enjoy myself with you"

Kobeni blushed, her face caught between emotions, flowing from anxiety to curiosity with a tinge of relief. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about things but she had just been told to enjoy herself, in what felt vaguely like an order from her superior. At the very least she could use it as an excuse to help herself calm down as she reached for a skewer. The food really was excellent after all, and Makima was paying, it would be rude to refuse her after all.

Over the next hour the pair filled the air with idle chatter. It took time for Kobeni to fully register just how much more calm she felt, more than before but also in general, she wasn't use to feeling relaxed around other people, and by all rights she should be far from serenity around Makima. It was as if a reassuring aura washed over her, stroking her hair and letting her know all would be well. She thought to reach out and express her gratitude somehow, and as the emotions painted her face unknowingly, Makima's lips gently curled into a smile as if to signal back, message received. Kobeni shifted her gaze to the side and blushed, did she know?

"I think I'm full but it seems wasteful not to finish every last bite, do you want my last karaage?"

"Oh, s-sure!"

Before she could move her hand over, Makima had already picked up the food with her chopsticks and moved it in Kobeni's direction. Her face leaned on one hand she extended the chicken over expectantly. Kobeni's face turned red in an instant but her mind was in gridlock, completely unsure of how to proceed. Everything about this interaction felt inappropriate, they were coworkers, or maybe friends? But this was something l-lovers did... No, she'd blank out that thought or they'd be there all day. But she couldn't refuse, Makima's hand was edging closer, and she'd already agreed... sort of. She settled on the compromise of closing her eyes and opening her mouth. As Makima placed the food onto her tongue, the flavors danced around in her mouth. It tasted different somehow, a hint of something new that gave the dish a loving taste of home cooking. Catching herself just before she'd nearly let out a moan of pleasure, Kobeni dutifully chewed her food and swallowed, Makima's eyes not for a moment straying from her.

"I'll get the check, I have a few errands to run after this before I head back to the office, we can walk together for a bit if you'd like"

"I'd l-like that I think..."

#makima x kobeni #kobeni #makima #chainsaw man

[chibitantei]

Maybe if she had a friend, breaking out her shell and attempting to enjoy the opportunities given to her with university would have been easy. Unlike high school, the place is big enough to avoid cliques possessing an iron bond. Fear of failure, embarrassment and her name being thrown around campus is enough to deter her from trying, along with the fact that this is the University of Tokyo, not a place that’s famed for its student life.

“Probably something to do with the brain.” The details are left to the budding neuroscientists of this fine institution, but everyone knows about that much. Ideally, she’d give specifics why, but there’s a reason why she’s not majoring in that. Not like hers is much easier, though. Not like she has an idea of what to do.

There’s more rambunctious laughter and shouting, all of which suggests more karaage is to be brought to every table. She’s lucky nobody’s trying to go for something more expensive, or trying to rally the class into finding another bar to set up camp in.

This still leads to continuing to converse with Adachi, so while she mulls over what to say next, she chews on the other half of her agedashi tofu. She could ask about Adachi’s friend because Adachi will most likely be open to that. However, it could sound like she’s trying to get closer to this guy, when she doesn't remember what his name is.

No, she should try to get to know Adachi first. Maybe this is the start of friendship, heavy emphasis on maybe.

“Uh, what are you majoring in, Adachi-san?” Clearly, they must be in a broadly related field to share a class together that isn’t related to writing or a general elective. “I’m going into forensics, but I’m planning on a psychology minor, too.”

It’s a lot of work for someone who may end up hating the direction of her life, or quitting because the field she may be going into is... probably not the best environment, but... a job is a job. She’s already committed to seeing it through, especially now that she’s diving deep into the required courses.

A conversation between Naoto's mom and @jesterofinaba

#jesterofinaba #v: We Could Be Immortals; Just Not For Long #Kei Shirogane: A Good Song Never Dies #(I'm starting to see who naoto gets her overthinking from)

[shonnyc]

Karaage Japanese Fried Chicken Tantalize your taste buds with the heavenly blend of spices and textures in Karaage, the ultimate symbol of Japanese culinary artistry. Experience the crispy exterior and succulent interior of this beloved Japanese Fried Chicken dish, prepared with love and devotion.

#SavoryKaraage #TastyJapaneseEats #CrispyKaraage #JapaneseFoodie #AuthenticJapaneseCuisine

[phillysportsfanfic]

Chicken Karaage Kimchi Elevate your taste buds with the sensational combination of tender Karaage, tangy Kimchi, and succulent chicken - an irresistible treat for the senses.

#friedchickendish #karaagekimchichicken #japanesekaraage

[sleepykiks]

Japanese karaage fried chicken Craving some authentic Japanese flavors? Indulge in the irresistible crunch and juiciness of karaage fried chicken - your taste buds will thank you.

#KaraageOishii #CrispyChicken #AuthenticJapaneseFood #Japanesefoodie

[japa-meshi]

Karaage－Aji-Hen－

A gift to overseas fans of Japanese food. Contents that tell you how to change the taste of Japanese food are now available on Japameshi!

Find the Japanese food that will wow your taste buds by changing the flavors! ↓↓↓ https://japa-meshi.blogspot.com/2023/06/cup-noodleaji-hen.html

#tastechanging #japanesefood

[rose601project1]

FCF Info

Fried chicken lovers rejoice! Our 'real clucking good' Fried Chicken Festival is back!Where: Shed 10, Queens Wharf When: Sat 30th July 2022Make your way to Auckland’s iconic waterfront venue, Shed 10, where it will be packed with over a dozen vendors serving what they do best, mouthwatering fried chicken! What’s best, you can travel the world with your taste buds as each vendor will be putting their own international twist on their menu inspired by their home roots!Street food favourites include:Gracefully Jerked NomNom Canteen Bali More Pork Manila Eats Loco Bros LOW BROW Mr Good Fellows Hash n Smash K-POW Brooklyn Dogs Karaage Boy What’s great too – each vendor will have at least one dish for $10. So you can try more!We’re taking over two floors so grab a drink and dinner and head upstairs to sit and enjoy your meal while watching a variety of live music from Lee Gray and ‘Mischief’ 5 piece band!Once you’ve had your fill of Fried Chicken we have some amazing desserts on offer from Grownup Donuts & Pie Piper – American inspired desserts and donuts! Or if you choose spicy and need to cool down those taste buds, treat yourself to a real fruit ice cream from Ice Cream Social.Also on site we have an array of fantastic stalls showcasing their amazing products, including our major event partner Culley’s Hot Sauce, plus more amazing stalls!Our festival bars will be stocked with local beverage legends including a selection of bespoke craft beer from our pals Behemoth (including a Fried Chicken Festival exclusive Hazy Pale Ale; ’Deep Fried Goodness’. Also on the menu will be a selection of wines from The Hunting Lodge, popular flavours of the iconic Pals range – including their new popular 0% beverage , Red Bull (to keep you going for longer!) and selection of Karma Drinks.Alongside our live music, we have our popular hangman challenge (hang for 100 seconds and win $50!) and our friends Dr Rudi’s are setting up a games zones - suitable for all ages with vouchers to be won and redeemed at their iconic rooftop bar on Auckland’s waterfront after the festival door closes!This year our festival will be cashless as we have joined forces with Wayver – a fast, easy and secure cashless payment system. Attendees can preload their wristband before the day or on arrival. Visit this link to top up:www.wayver.co.nzThere will be two sessions this year:12-4pm and 5-9pmLimited door sales - available one hour after doors open.FAQ’SIs my ticket from last year still valid? Yes, If you bought tickets for last years festival which was postponed due to lockdown, these are still 100% valid!How can I get to the venue and where can I park? Visit our website for all information regarding the venue, parking and accessibility.Can I get a refund from my remaining credits on my Wayver band? Yes you can, and it’s super easy just visit www.wayver.co.nz before 9pm August 14th 2022.Do Children need tickets? Children under 12 are FREE to enter the festival with a paying adult! 1x Child per ticket.

[sushishorts]

karaage buds — fujisaki + rokkaku

#cherry magic #fujisaki nozomi #rokkaku yuta #KARAAGE BUDS #i love how rokkaku goes to sulk to fujisaki bc we always sort of see him so peppy with adachi or kurosawa #FUJISAKI-ONEE-CHAN!!!!

[bakatenshii]

Blitz

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.5k

TW: 18+, smut, exhibitionism, a spritz of omorashi

A/N: this is completely diff from what I’m used to and comfy with; it’s truly the softest thing I’ll ever write— for the real angel, Weese, who welcomed me into my first ever fandom with open arms. I wouldn’t be here without you, wouldn’t have met any of my best friends were it not for you. From the bottom of boku no kokoro, Happy Birthday <33

Weese’s Birthday Bash masterlist

blitz

/blits/

a sudden, energetic, and concerted effort, typically on a specific task.

(slang) heavily intoxicated

He gives credit where credit’s due, and in all fairness, you have been well-behaved, glued to his side til 2am that night. Might even be a new record; usually you’d have gone off and disappeared at the strike of midnight like you’ve got a pumpkin carriage awaiting, only it brings you to a different destination each time.

Whiskey mixers generally mean you end up at some twenty-four seven conbini chatting up the cashier to give you the karaage for a discounted price because you’ve ‘lost your wallet’. It’s never lost; Ushijima knows this because he’s chained it to your belt, lil lobster claw too rickety for your drunk fingers to maneuver.

Tequila shots are the killer; the ones that get his protective mode on overdrive, eyes scanning the streets littered with stumbling drunks until he finds his stumbling drunk. 

It’s currently quarter to three, which means it’s been a solid twenty minutes since you’ve wandered off. If he calculates the rate of distance in your drunken state, you couldn’t have traveled that far— two streets down, at most. He hopes, anyways.

Ushijima doesn’t like going out, doesn’t quite get the appeal of being shoved into crowds of people in a cramped room with perspiration mixing with other spilled fluids coating sticky skin. ‘It’s just ‘cause you’re too la-’ a hiccup, a giggle, ‘large, ushi.’ is your usual response. ‘Take up too much space.’

Ushijima goes out because you go out, and when you go out, your Find My Friends icon seems to like playing Pac-Man, navigating through the map like you’ve got dots to clear past every street and building. It worries him. So he goes out.

Tequila shots usually bring you to another club, whichever looks the most bustling, because you flock to crowds, like moth to flame. It’s your first character flaw.

“I’m not that drunk,” he whips his head to see your frame swaying outside the queue of a club entrance, bouncer leaning in close, too close.

Your second character flaw is that you’re too friendly. You tell him he’s too cold, too curt, but he thinks you’re just too outgoing. This is what happens when you’re so sociable.

It only takes him two long strides to cross over the street, extend out one long arm over to your shoulder, and pull you into his chest. The bouncer looks up at him, neck craning probably more than he’s used to, before spitting on the floor and turning back.

“Toooooshi,” he doesn’t think his name has that many vowels, but you’re pawing at his shirt, trying and failing to slither an arm around his waist. “‘m hungry.”

This is standard, this is the usual routine. He’s used to this now, “let’s go home, we have food at home.” After the third night out, he’s made a habit out of cooking before you leave. Because you’re always hungry, you always— “want Maccas,” you’re giggling.

“McDonald’s is going to be closed.” It’s a fact, there’s a slim chance you’ll make it before three, no point in wasting time. Besides, there’s food at home.

But you’re tugging at his arm and dragging him down the street, and he’s letting you, because the best way to appease you is to let you see for yourself. You’re bouncing with excited chirps, skipping down the road with grace that will always impress him given the stilts attached to your feet.

McDonald’s is closed.

It’s like he said, so he allows you to pout and sulk for a minute, run a hand down your back in comfort, before taking out his phone to call a cab. He can feel your shoulder bump into his chest, hands fidgeting with the hem of your short dress, “what’s wrong?”

You’re blushing, cheeks tinting over with a light shade of pink illuminated by the bright yellow lights, and it’d be cute if he wasn’t worried. “What’s wrong?”

Another tug at the black fabric, eyelashes fluttering to point towards the wall, the sign; anywhere except him. “I need to pee.”

It comes out so quietly, so docile, a contrast to your otherwise boisterous drunken state. He leans down, face brushing past your hair until it’s only a mere inch away.

“What’s that?”

He watches as your glossed lips push out into a pout, huffing out a, “I need to pee, Toshi, I need the toilet.” Your heels clack on the gravel a few times as if to prove a point.

“I’m calling a cab right now,” he reassures you, “we’ll be home soon.”

You don’t seem reassured. You seem more anxious, if anything. “No, Toshi, I need to pee now,” he can feel your fingers fidgeting with his shirt, yanking the fabric in nervous twitches.

He watches you chew on your lip, willing a solution out from the pink gloss staining your teeth, any solution—

“Alley.”

It’s barely left his mouth before your head’s whipping to glance at the dark narrow street hidden behind the fast food joint. It’s tight, or maybe you’re right, he’s just too broad, but he barely fits down the cramped road.

You’re not moving, though, just staring up at him expectantly as if sending him a message, a signal. He doesn’t really get it. “It’s fine, there’s no one on the streets right now.”

Your bottom lip snags under your teeth, doe eyes looking up through fluttering lashes as you shake your head. The tint on your cheeks grow darker, and he takes a few steps forward, shadowing your smaller frame in his large silhouette. “I’ll block you, you can go now.”

Ushijima’s not the best with people, he’s always been told this. He knows it himself, but he thinks he knows you pretty well, at least.

He’s lost.

He’s waiting for you to say something, anything, an explanation for your odd behaviour, but instead he feels dainty fingers tug on his shirt again before shoving him lightly.

“Turn around,” you won’t look at him, eyes fixed on the broken bottle on the dingy alleyway floor, “Don’t look.”

People are a mystery to Ushijima, but at this moment, you are an enigma.

All 200 pounds of pure muscle on him is stagnant. He’s confused; he’s seen you naked, seen you from all angles in all sorts of positions, he’s brushed his teeth while you were using the toilet before— he doesn’t get it. So he tells you.

Your fists meekly punch at his arm, at his chest, wherever they can reach, “It’s embarrassing,” you’re pouting now, and he thinks it’s cute. Under any other circumstances he’d lean over and kiss you, but not right now. Right now he wants understand what’s going on up in your mind.

“Why?”

It sets you into a frustrated huff, cheeks puffing out before a dejected sigh, “fine, whatever,” and then you’re squatting down, finally, to his relief. Your dress is hitched up only a fraction before he hears the trickling, but you don’t stand up when it stops.

His whole body freezes at the feeling of a warm hand pawing at his crotch. “What are you doing?” He snatches your hand off by the wrist, pulling it into him to stand you up; you don’t stand up— you fall, on your knees in front of him.

He’s used to you being a handful when you’re drunk, used to you falling all over the place, but the alleyway is soiled, filthy, not entirely appropriate for the thoughts he’s having with you on your knees. So he’s trying again, reaching down to grab hold of both your hands this time, and lugging you up.

You don’t budge, don’t even glance up at him, and he has half the heart to reach down and carry you out, but another hand lands on his crotch again and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the strain in his trousers.

“Toooooooshi,” you’re still not looking up at him, eyes fixated on the growing tent he’s presenting in front of your face. Another soft touch, another purr, and Ushijima knows he’s a lost cause.

He lets go of your wrists, bending down to wrap an arm around your knees and picks you up before standing you back up against the wall.

“Spread your legs.” It’s not really a suggestion.

He watches as you comply, thighs parting as far as the black lace still bound around them will allow, so he rips it down before pocketing it.

He can hear your whines of complaint, it’s your favourite pair, but it’s all drowned out with a gasp as he buries his face into your wet cunt. His hands wrap behind your thighs, large palms pushing them apart until they rest over his shoulders.

His tongue flicks up your drooling slit, lapping at the juices dribbling out your needy hole and down his chin. You’re whimpering now, hands shoving at his face, “stop, Toshi, I—” he looks up at you, gaze piercing through your flushed expression, “I just peed, ‘ts gross.”

“I know.”

“Toshi we’re—” a moan, nails digging into his scalp when he dips his tongue into your clenching hole, “in public, please,” your face whips to the side, anxiously scanning for passerby’s.

“I know,” he echos with a harsh squeeze of your thighs, fucking you down onto his tongue. He can feel a hand threading through his hair, gripping and pulling while the other is obediently clamped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle wanton moans.

“Toshi, stop,” you’re crying now, legs around his head trembling with every lap and lick into your dripping cunt, nose grazing that sensitive bud as he presses your body into the wall. The fingers meekly pushing at his face are chased by your hips bucking against it, and he can feel your hole clench around his muscle.

He doesn’t stop. 

He doesn’t stop because he can feel you coming undone, feel your tight cunny quiver with every thrust— and you do, with a loud sob of his name, before he removes his hand from under to clamp over your mouth.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” he doesn’t think you can hear him, your eyes rolling back and tongue pressing into the pads of his fingers.

He can still see your hole quivering when he stands back up and unbuckles his trousers. His aching erection springs free with a tug of his waistband, snapping up and wetting his shirt with pre.

Normally he would’ve prepared you better, laid you on your back and fucked you on his tongue and thick fingers until you’re wailing his name, legs shaking with the overstimulation. But he doesn’t have that luxury now, doesn’t have the soft mattress, the plush bedding to sink you into; he only has the brick wall digging into your back in a dingy alleyway.

So he sinks his cock into your drooling cunt, pushing his cockhead through the first ring of muscle. There’s nails clawing at his shoulders, back of his neck, anywhere they can reach, anywhere they can grasp.

It’s tight, so tight he doesn’t think he can fit, thinks he should’ve prepared you after all, but one look down at your tear-stricken face crumbles any inhibitions. His hips snap forward in the same breath his large palms find themselves back under your thighs, lifting you up against the wall.

The jagged wall is probably digging into your back, and normally he would’ve tried to appease the pain, shift the angle so you’re more comfortable, but right now all he can think about are your doughy walls sucking his cock in, one slow inch at a time.

It’s excruciating how tight you are; by the third inch you’re throwing your head into the crook of his neck, nails digging into his back trying to ease the stretch— Ushijima’s trying, too; trying to make sure he doesn’t drown in the feel of your fluttering walls and snap his hips forward until he can feel the kiss of your cervix on his cockhead.

It doesn’t work, not when you’re chanting his name like a mantra, crying about how full you feel, how much he’s stretching you out— you can feel him in your stomach.

He drops your body down into the thrust of his hips and buries his cock to hilt. Five seconds, then ten, then thirty; he lets you catch your breath, catch his breath, before you’re whimpering in his ear begging him to move.

There’s no time for modesty, an alleyway is hardly the setting for soft gentle sex. With a vice grip in the flesh of your ass, he hugs you into his chest and steadies a hand on the wall behind you.

He can feel your legs attempt to wrap around the width of his hips, his waist, can feel you cooing soft moans into his ears, can hear you sobbing his name like it’s the only word you know. Every piston of his hip echoes in the cramped alleyway, heavy balls papping against your mound.

He’s breathing in your moans, letting himself drown in you desperate whines of his name, “cum in me, Toshi, fill me up”— he’s shoving your pliant body into the harsh wall, arm moving down from the jagged surface to grip the soft flesh under your thigh.

In one swift movement he’s pinned your knees to your ears, limp calves bouncing off his sturdy shoulders as he pounds into you at an unrelenting pace.

Your moans turn to sobs, wails of Toshi, Toshi, Toshi; his breaths turn to grunts into promises to breed you so good, fill you up with his cum until it’s dripping out of your sweet lil cunny. There’s mini crescents marking up the back of his neck, dark purples and yellows running up along yours as he suctions onto new blank patches of skin.

Loud, unrhythmic squelching echos in the alleyway, his arms bouncing you onto his length until you twitch, spasm around his cock, and you’re coming undone for the second time that night with his name spilling out in broken sobs.

Ushijima doesn’t stop, fucks you through your squeals and shoves until he feels your greedy cunt milking his cock again, then he’s spilling into you with hot ropes of cum.

He doesn’t stop until your body’s gone pliant caged inside his, knees still pushed against the wall and saliva dribbling past your lolling tongue down to your messy pussy, mixing with creams of cum and slick and drool.

One limb at a time, he unfolds you and carries you in his arms, cradling your limp body into his chest. He looks down, admires your hazy gaze, pupils blown, and presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

A soft hum leaves your lips, or maybe a giggle, but you’re squirming in his arms, body leaning up until he can feel your soft lips grazing his ear.

“Toooshi,” you drawl, and he almost chokes at how fucked out you sound, the rasp in your voice sending dangerous jolts down to his no longer softening cock.

“Hm?” He’s debating on flagging a cab instead of calling one; can’t really reach into his pocket when you’re in his arms.

“Want Maccas.”

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tw: exhibitionism #tw: omorashi #weese's birthday bash #wow that's the most legitimately i've ever tagged anything #no dubcon? no incest? no somno??? #proper mental #a new milestone for me truly #this is genuinely the softest fluffiest thing you'll get outta me #i'm sorry please don't ask me to write anything like this #this was brewed from my undying love for weese and that's the only reason i could've concocted this #i promise u i couldn't write something this soft ever again if u asked me to #n e ways I LOVE U TIL DA END OF D EARTH WEESE #THANK U SO MUCH FOR BRINGING ALL OF US TOGETHER #YOU ARE THE RESON I'M ON HERE #YOU ARE THE REASON I'VE MET MY BEST FRIENDS #YOU'VE MADE THIS WEIRD TIME IN MY LIFE FUCKING INSANE AND UNFORGETTABLE #wow that sounds like i'm leaving #I'M NOT I'M JUST SAYING; THANK U FOR BEING U #THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE FOR US EVERYDAY; FOR BEING AN ABSOLUTE LIGHT IN OUR LIVES #I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS MY LOVE SO JUST TAKE THIS FIC #take this masterlist as a token of our appreciation and love for u bb #i hope i didn’t mischaracterize ur husband 2222 much <33 oopsies hhh

[angstyaches]

Oooh, could you possibly do "Have you eaten today?" for the prompt meme?

Thank you for this, anon! (Sorry it took so long, *gulp*.) This is while Shayne’s at the Aldridge townhouse, still settling in and getting to know Felix. 

I HAVE written the conversation Shayne has with Ryan. Please let me know if you’re interested in seeing that posted soon!

CW: hunger, disordered eating, past trauma, food issues, angst.

When to stop talking, and when to start

(Three Boys in a Townhouse)

Shayne stopped at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing at his eyes and shivering. He’d only come down for some water, but now it seemed he was having auditory hallucinations. The TV in the front room of the Devine’s mansion had never worked, but there was a low hum of unfamiliar voices and applause and music leaking from the direction of the front room, and  –

He looked around as he took his hands away from his eyes. The hallway walls were painted crisp white, lit only by a boxy white lamp on an iron dresser; if he were back with the Devines, he’d be looking at Madelyn’s antique display cabinet against a burgundy wall, lit by a handful of candles, if lit at all. But he was miles away, in the Aldridge townhouse.

A low groan of confusion escaped from deep in his chest. He was dizzy and a bit nauseous, now that he took a moment to check in with himself. He rubbed half-consciously at a dull ache in his belly, stopping himself when he realised someone could come into the hallway and see him at any time.

You think your petty ailments matter in the grand scheme of things? The sound of Madelyn’s voice was as clear in his head as it had been in whatever dream had disoriented him. Shayne cleared his throat and tried to look more alive than he felt as he turned left at the end of the stairs, towards the kitchen.

He wasn’t sure if it was the solid day of study or the intense twenty-minute nap he’d just woken up from, but something had seriously messed up his head, along with his body. He felt like he was either going to retch or feel his knees buckle under him at any second, and he just wanted to grab a drink quickly, and get back upstairs before he bumped into Elliott, or Nancy, or Ryan, or especially –

“Oh, hey, Shayne!”

The kitchen was as monochromatic as every other room in the house, with white lighting that was almost offensive. Shayne wasn’t used to seeing the corners of furniture, the details in floor and wall tiles, so clearly. It was like an assault on his senses and didn’t help with the queasy ache in his stomach.

He blinked at the sight of Felix, and again at the smell of food cooking. It must have been earlier in the evening than he’d thought. The air was mostly full of the smell of hot oil, and a lot of steam that was coming from a stocky white contraption next to the microwave.

Felix had been standing near the white appliance and checking his phone, but had looked up at the sudden movement in the doorway.

“Evening,” he said, a soft smile splitting his face.

“Hey,” Shayne said, unable to suppress a shiver. He hadn’t realised just how cold he was until he felt the warmth in the air from food being cooked. He shoved his hands into his pockets, wishing the kitchen had been empty. “Sorry, I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”

“Aw, buddy, you can be in my way all you like.” Felix laid his phone down on the countertop and casually folded his arms. “We nearly straight-up forgot you were in the house. You’ve been revising all day?”

“Pretty much.” Shayne felt Felix watching him as he took down a glass and went to fill it up from the sink. He took a few sips to try to calm the weird shakiness, but the sensation of the cold liquid running down made him shiver again.

“Yeah, its chilly tonight,” Felix said, as though agreeing with something Shayne had said aloud. “Elli and I have got a fire going in the front room. You could bring your books downstairs and study down here, unless the TV would be too distracting.”

Shayne took another sip of water, his hand weirdly unsteady, as he considered the offer. Being near a fire sounded nice, but it wasn’t the TV he was most concerned about being in a room with. Elliott had seemed so cold the past few days, and Shayne didn’t know how to deal with him. Another reason he’d been basically isolating himself in his room.

“I know it probably seems like he’s annoyed and doesn’t want to see you,” Felix admitted, as though he’d somehow read Shayne’s mind. “But Elliott’s just – he’s reluctant to make the first move, after everything. He can be stubborn as hell sometimes. I guess you’ve got that in common, and that’s why you clash horns so often.”

Shayne lifted his head in surprise, the shakiness in his bones suddenly feeding into panicked defensiveness. “I’m not stubborn. Am I?”

“Um, of course not. What was I thinking?” Felix visibly chewed his lip and turned his gaze away. “I think I know the answer to this, bud, but have you eaten today?”

Shayne shook his head slightly. He hadn’t, but he was fine with that. He didn’t want to ask anything of the Aldridges, aside from the space he’d been given to use. Space couldn’t be used up; he could leave the bedroom in the exact same state he’d found it in. It’d be like he was never there, eventually, and he wouldn’t have to feel that he owed them anything.

He’d been feeling so sick and stressed that the thought of food genuinely wasn’t appealing anyway; in fact, the lack of food in his system should have reduced the nausea that had been coming and going since he’d arrived at the townhouse, but somehow it hadn’t.

“You know you…” Felix grimaced and trailed off, seeming unsure of whether he was supposed to laugh now or not.

Shayne gulped against a swelling sensation in his chest. The flash of sympathy he’d just seen in Felix’s eyes reminded him way too much of Charlie’s questions, Charlie’s attempts to feed him, Charlie’s soft expression as he tried to understand. The hollow ache in the pit of his stomach seemed to sharpen slightly; damn it, he’d almost lasted the whole day without letting himself dwell on Charlie…

“You know you’re allowed to eat, right?” Felix finally finished, lowering his voice. “The kitchen’s not just here for show.”

“I – yeah, I know,” he tried to say matter-of-factly. His hands burrowed into the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders tensed so suddenly that they ached.

“You can eat with us in a little while, if you’re hungry,” Felix offered.

Eating with Felix and Elliott. Eating with two whole people; being near them while he put food in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it. One person he barely knew and didn’t know how to act around, and one person who pretty thought he was a psychopath. The whole thing sounded like a horror movie scenario.

“Thanks,” he said flatly, gulping against the fear gurgling up the back of his throat. “I’m not hungry.”

“That’s a shame, it’s just – I forgot that Nancy would be out tonight,” Felix went on, glancing towards the white appliance, which was expelling a lot less steam than it had been before, “so I’ve actually made more than enough for the three of us, especially since Elli eats so little nowadays. I always overestimate how much rice I need to make.”

Shayne lowered his gaze again at the mention of Elliott’s name, but looked up again at the white appliance on the countertop. “That thing is for rice?”

“Oh – yeah, you’ve never seen one of these?” Felix’s eyes lit up a little as he looked at the machine too. “It makes the rice come out sooo soft and fluffy, you have no idea. I fried some chicken earlier to go with it.”

Shayne suddenly recognised the sharp ache that had crept down under his ribs and seemed to have wrapped itself around his insides. He moved a hand from the pocket of his jeans and into the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing – Charlie’s – so he could put a little pressure on his stomach.

“My friend Kazu’s older sister taught me how to fry chicken. It’s called karaage in Japanese,” Felix was continuing. “I definitely don’t do it justice, but I like to think I’ve perfected it in my own way over the years. The coating is just slightly crispy, and the chicken stays juicy on the inside. It goes so well with the rice.”

Shayne held his breath and stared at the black and white floor tiles. He really wanted to think of something to say as he felt his stomach start to cramp.

He wanted words to come out of his mouth and distract from what he knew was coming, but his mind went completely blank except for the hot sting of embarrassment.

The deep, traitorous rumble started under his ribs, and even when he pressed his hand a little harder against his belly, the sound still swelled. The pain twisted deeper into his stomach too, making it hard not to wince.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked quietly, after letting a couple of seconds of silence pass over.

Shayne glanced up, his skin still feeling hot with shame at being caught, not only in the lie about not being hungry, but also in this state of needing something. Felix’s easy smile made the tension in his shoulders loosen slightly.

“How about I put some food aside for you to take up to your room?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Shayne said quickly, scratching at his neck. Despite everything, he had to admit to himself that he felt a bit… relieved, at the thought of being able to eat alone.

“I do, actually.” Felix pointed to his own ears. “Even half-vamps have heightened senses, buddy. Elli and I won’t get any sleep if your stomach’s gonna growl like that all night.”

The humiliation clawed at Shayne’s skin like a physical thing, so overpowering that he thought he was going to finally retch. Madelyn’s voice played over his own thoughts again, her tone so sharp it made him jump on the spot.

If you love making stuff disappear down that throat of yours so much, why don’t you make yourself useful and make sure it’s a demon? Instead of wasting actual food and making a pathetic weakling of yourself –

“I’m kidding, bud.” Felix leaned his elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen and tilted his head to smile up at him. “Hey, I’m really sorry. Okay? I’m – I’m just an idiot over here, not knowing when to stop talking...”

The end of Felix’s sentence melted off into a chuckle, though it sounded off. Heavy. It didn’t sound like Felix. Shayne’s shoulders tensed again as he realised it was his fault. If he could figure out when to start talking, maybe people wouldn’t get so uncomfortable around him.

His belly started to growl again, though this time he just placed his hand over it, feeling a bit defeated. Felix’s gaze flicked up and he gave Shayne a weak half-smile.

“If I leave food for you, will you eat it?” 

Shayne tried to make himself nod, but when he finally managed to, he also found that tears had sprung to his eyes. He gulped and fought them back, but couldn’t stop his hands from shaking; though he was no longer sure if it was from emotion, or the cold, or the hunger that was clearly sapping his energy. He folded his arms tightly across his middle and stared at the floor tiles again.

“You should...” Felix trailed off, and didn’t start again until Shayne reluctantly met his gaze. “You should talk to Ryan about - about whatever. She acts a bit like a robot, but she’s understanding, and - well, she’s good at fixing problems.”

Shayne nodded wordlessly, curling his arms a little tighter against his stomach as another noisy vibration began. He let himself let out a small groan this time, reckoning it was better than awkward silence.

“I’ll leave yours in the microwave,” Felix said, standing up from where he’d been leaning over the countertop. “You can go, if you don’t want to be here when Elliott comes out.”

Shayne glanced towards the kitchen door, already feeling a little anxious at the thought of seeing Elliott. But like Felix had said, Elliott probably wasn’t going to make the first move, so maybe... maybe Shayne had to. 

“It’s okay, I’ll wait,” he said, swallowing hard as he met Felix’s gaze again. “Do, um, do you need help with anything?”

#hunger #hunger fic #swallow the world #three boys in a townhouse #shayne #felix #food #prompt #stomach growls #disordered eating #angst

[duskamethyst]

May i ask your top 3 ?

1. Husbu in jujutsu

2. Kink

3. Japanesse food

4. Anime

sure you can cutie. thank you for asking!

1. hubbies: nanami, toji and... nanami.

2. kinks: degradation, praise, size.

3. jap food: i dont like anything raw. i dont have fancy taste buds lol so i usually get tori karaage, ebi mentai or salmon teriyaki. i also cant seem to bring myself to eat unagi.

4. anime: you probably know this already but other than those are aot, nana, fmab.

#not me thinking abt my kinks in a family restaurant #r; asks. #r; lazy10ieiri

[misterhari]

Chances

Written in Bear Notes February 22nd, 20:55

February 17th

I went to Katipunan to meet you. You took me to Tetsuo, which will become my soba and karaage place of choice. We talked about the Pacific nations as you are quite passionate about it, coming from teaching in the Marshall Islands for the past 5 years. I wanted this conversation to be ours that you barely heard my voice and my happiness. As we talked, we barely noticed that we were the only customers left, and the chef and servers were already cleaning up around us. I urged you that we must go, but you weren’t quite finished yet. We stayed for a little bit longer, enough for the food to be safely tucked in our guts. We left this quaint Japanese place along Abada.

I said that we must go drink; it’s been ages since I’ve drunk in that once familiar corner of QC and which has also served as home for me for a few years. You said you needed to fetch your laundry. I sat by the store side while you conversed with the laundromat owner. “Not done yet.”

You suggested Perfy’s Gastropub near the old Flaming Wings site. We climbed its stairs to be met with a group of college kids singing quintessential Filipino karaoke songs, which I found exhausting, and somehow I cringed as a budding tito. You chose a table for us while I bought you a San Mig Light and a Pale Pilsen for myself.

Thus began our hours-long conversation of different topics. I was quite amazed about how much we have in common and will be too many to write in this tiny space. You amazed me with all your knowledge and with the feeling that I can relate to you about most things. You were surprised by how much I know about the things you talk about. I love having conversations like this. We drank 3 bottles each. You went to the washroom countless times. We prepared to leave after almost 3 hours, and we were oblivious of this fact again. Time really does fly fast. How do I slow it down just a bit?

We got out of Perfy’s, which all that time I thought was Walrus. You went to the washroom again while I ate the durian candies you gave me. I can eat it in one sitting. I went after you finished, then we left. We walked along the closed stores and the sleepy condominiums. I told you KFC is my sober food every time I come home from drinking during college. I’ll stop by KFC then walk home late at night to my place near CCA. You asked if I wanted to eat and I declined.

I insisted on walking you home. Walking has never really tired me; in fact, I have grown fond of it. As thoughts raced in my head, so did my feet. We went to your subdivision and walked until the front of your place. The keys were not with you so you called the caretaker inside but she wasn’t there. I was sleepy and you said I should go back now. I refused. I asked you for a place to sit and we settled with the steps. You sat with me. I saw your hand then grabbed it and kept it close to me as I laid my head on my arms. You just let me. You said that there are retreat places in that neighborhood, around 3 if you remember correctly. I answered mindlessly as I held your hands even tighter. The caretaker opened the door so you pulled your hands away. You told me I should go, and maybe I should as it was a Monday and I have work the next day. It was already 2am. You went inside then I left.

Is this it?

I think this is it.

I hope this is it.

Let this be it.

#personal

[ficsandpieces]

Not only is it almost father's day but it's summer!! Could I please get family beach/pool trip scenarios? Ahhh just imagining it is so cute. Individual family outings or maybe a whole group version just to see everyone's kids interact?? Whichever is best for you. Thanks so much in advance :D

(I’m sorry prompt fills are taking so long, real life keeps getting in the way OTL)

***

It’s Daddy’s day out! \o/

They go to Camus’ private beach because it was either that or a public one and Camus figured with great reluctance if he and his precious angel were going to be exposed to peasants it might as well be those he’s familiar with at least, much as it pains him to say it

Reiji rented a family van to pick everyone up and drove them over

Carpool karaoke happened and it was magnificent

They pull up to the beach and to the sight of Camus standing like a Greek god on the sand

His hair is up

His chest gleaming in the sun

His shins exposed

He’s possibly exposed more skin in public today than he had in over a year

It was only his opened shirt printed all over with cartoon heads of Alexander (a Father’s Day gift from his daughter via his S/O) that kept everyone present from being blinded

The deadly glare he shot anyone who even thought of commenting on his fashion sense today was enough to turn even the sun cold

Preparations before playtime see Camus and Ai diligently spraying their children down with sunblock, having brought with them metal canisters of it with spray nozzles attached for even coverage

Ranmaru’s barking at his kids to put it on while slapping it on himself

His son and daughter squeezing it on each other’s backs from a large economy tube of sunblock

When it comes to helping their father, they have fun drawing faces with the cream on Ranmaru’s back, quickly smearing the drawings away when he complains they’re taking too long 

Reiji and his twins have completely forgotten that sun protection exists and are already running into the sea, yelling and whooping, pool floats hooked under one arm and beach balls under the other

(His kids survive the day without sunburn

Unfortunately enough, the same cannot be said for Reiji

He returns to work red as a lobster with new patches of skin showing where his children helpfully assisted Daddy in peeling whatever was coming off

Manager-san banned Reiji from going under the sun for next month, swaddling him in long-sleeves, face-mask, a giant hat and pants, leading to Reiji almost being hospitalized for heat-stroke later)

Reiji and Ranmaru join their kids in the water

Ai and Camus prudently keeping to the shade

Ai’s son tugging on his hand for him to go play in the sea with him

Ai shaking his head

“You know that I’m no good with water. Go play with the others, I’ll be fine by myself here.”

His little boy is super disappointed

Halfheartedly joins the other kiddies in the water

(The disappointed look on his son’s face from that time stuck with him for months after that

The next beach trip sees Ai liberally dousing himself with sealant and wading grimly into the sea with his son and a steely determination not to let the water get in the way of quality father-son time)

Camus, horrified at how rowdy the other children are, at first stands like a stern sentinel between his daughter and the commoners, arms folded and face stern as thunder

But one small tug at his tailored capri trousers, his little girl looking up at him with forlorn eyes and he very literally melts

Compromises by shadowing her closely until he’s dragged off by Reiji to give the poor girl some breathing space 

Ranmaru gleefully assisting by putting Camus in a loose chokehold and literally towing him through the sand because as long as it causes the seaweed head distress he’s in

Ranmaru’s son, being the oldest of the lot, ends up keeping an eye on the other kids, to the silent approval of his father

Camus’ daughter is very excited to see other children her age because much like Camus she’s grown up surrounded by adults, although in very different circumstances 

(Camus is adamant on having his little angel home-schooled, since the alternative would be sending her to a boarding school in the mountains but he can’t uproot himself to join her there just yet due to work

His S/O is equally adamant she at the very least goes to a normal school and make friends with other children because their daughter is going to grow up in a literal ivory tower isolated from the rest of humanity over her dead body)

But she’s a little shy and doesn’t know how to approach them

Ranmaru’s daughter tends to stick to her big brother 

Then she spots Camus’ daughter fidgeting at the edge of the water, looking like she really wants to play with everyone else but is hesitant to do so

The Kurosaki siblings go over and take her hands, drawing her in to join them

Ranmaru’s son was the first boy to ever hold her hand

Little girl has her first crush when she looked up at him and he smiled back

(Camus, feeling a chill go down his body, fights tooth and nail to untangle himself from Reiji and Ranmaru and fly to his daughter’s side)

Ai’s son runs over when he sees them, excited that the little girl he’s always seen standing by the sidelines is finally here

Camus’ daughter’s heart melts when Ai’s son takes her hand and beams up at her

She’s never seen a boy younger than her, and so much smaller too!

Ai’s little son is normally shy and has a tendency to hide behind his parents’ legs when in public, but he’s very different with the other QN children whom he’s practically grown up with

He looks up to and sticks to Ranmaru’s son too, so he’s got two ducklings following him around everywhere he goes

Now with the addition of Camus’ daughter the duckling count has gone up to three

Both Kotobuki twins inherited their father’s boundless energy and appetite for fun

His son tends to be more on the serious side but enjoys a good prank like his sister

He and Ranmaru’s son are the ‘responsible’ ones who will pick up the younger kids and run like bats out of hell anytime a prank or joke goes wrong

The twins are the ones who come up with new games for everyone to play most of the time

Both of them have taken to calling Ranmaru’s son ‘Oniichan’, to his mild annoyance

Afternoon rolls around and both big and small stomachs are rumbling

Each papa brought their own homemade picnic lunch from home for potluck

Ai greatly approves of this

He’s a big believer in his boy getting as many experiences as possible, food included

Reiji’s karaage is naturally one of the more popular items on the menu, with Ran’s meatballs coming in a close second

Ai’s fruit and vitamin punch was left largely unfinished because it had more vitamins than fruit and tasted like it

(Both Ai and his son are puzzled by everyone’s reaction to the drink which was both healthy and absolutely fine to them, reminding all present that Ai’s little boy had inherited his father’s analytical taste buds)

Camus’ dessert tables (filled with nothing but cake and ice-cream and carried in by a crew) saved the day and everyone’s tongues

One table was graciously provided for the potluck

The other was reserved for him and his daughter, who to his dismay keeps trying to share her dessert with the Kurosaki spawn

The Kotobuki twins may be picky eaters but the sand and sea’s sharpened their appetites, making their father weep with joy when he saw empty plates and little hands holding them up, asking for seconds

Ranmaru’s drummed the principle of “clean your plate or starve” into his kids heads ever since they were old enough to eat solid food, so picky eating isn’t much of a problem for him

Except he isn’t exempted from every parent’s enemy of vegetables, which is a high hurdle for him to clear considering he’s not a fan of the green either

Apparently his children got around the ‘starving’ part of their father’s dining discipline by feeding their vegetables to the cats, technically still leaving their plates clean

Camus daughter has never eaten anything that wasn’t prepared by either her father or a professional chef, which should tell you enough about her upbringing

As mentioned, Ai’s son shares the same taste buds as his sire, hence he’ll eat anything and think it tastes alright

After lunch and a half-hour rest in the shade (with Ranmaru being awakened from his nap by his papa!radar going off and cracking open an eye to glare at any child who tries to sneak back on to the beach earlier than they’re supposed to), it’s back to the sun and waves and more fun

Ranmaru’s got his son hoisted up on his shoulders and his daughter hanging gleefully off one bicep, proudly showing off that he’s still got the muscles despite fatherhood

Reiji’s and his two-man army came armed with water soakers and are currently running for their lives from Camus, who is soaked and breathing frost and fury and advancing menacingly on the Kotobukis, his steps turning the surrounding water and sand to ice with his daughter perched on one arm, only slightly damp due to her father shielding her

Later on watermelons are brought out for an afternoon snack

The age-old game of watermelon smashing commences

When it’s Ranmaru’s turn to hit the watermelon he takes aim, spins and strikes alarmingly close to Camus, sending sand flying in all directions

“Eh, thought I sensed something soft headed around here. Guess my gut was right on the mark.”

He grins, taking off the blindfold and cracking his neck with an added smirk

Highly unamused, Camus feels around for the nearest thing at him to bash Ranmaru’s head in with, which turns out to be a plastic toy bucket still half-full with wet sand

Equally unamused and seeing red now, Ranmaru grabs another toy bucket, chooses an area of beach abundant with seashells and tiny crabs, fills it to the brim and dumps it down the back of Camus’ shirt

Their kids watching the sand, seashells and seaweed fly with the battle raging on 

(Good thing their wives had the foresight to pack more than one change of clothes for both the men and their kids)

Everyone eventually settles down to finish off the smashed watermelons

Ranmaru teaching the children how to spit out the seeds and unknowingly initiating a competition to see who can spit them the furthest

Camus has long carried away his daughter, mortified at her having to watch such a crass activity

Reiji’s been furiously taking photographs throughout the entire day and sending constant updates to his wifey at home

(He spams the Quartet Night group chat with the same photos and commentary later

Camus leaves the chat group in a fit of ire, only to be added back almost immediately by Reiji

“Myu-chan, you’re so careless! What’re you doing accidentally exiting the group chat like that? Think of all the news you’d have missed out on if I hadn’t noticed!”)

Closer to evening Ai’s son is worn out from playing and starts getting clingy with his father

“Hm? What’s the matter?” he asks him, rubbing his back with one hand. “Tired already?”

He presses his head against Ai’s shirt and pouts

“Want Mommy.”

“We still have three hours and forty-seven minutes left to go before we can see your mother. Do you want to take a nap in the shade first?”

“No. Want Mommy now!”

Off Ai goes, carrying away his cranky three-year-old to some place quiet where he can calmly explain to him how throwing a tantrum does not make time go by any faster

He returns an hour later, his toddler in his arms, now completely exhausted from his father’s lecture which turned out to be as hypnotic as a lullaby

Hearing Ai’s son whining for his mother makes the other children realise that they’ve gone an entire day without Mommy too

The mood’s going downhill fast, with all the adults frantically trying to stop their children from bursting into tears from suddenly missing their mothers

Reiji saves the day with a brilliant idea

“No summer night is complete without fireworks!”

Good thing he brought along enough to make Ai and Camus seriously worry about being caught by the police for possession of an abnormally large amount of explosives

Firecrackers, whizzlers, fountains, spinners, you name it, Reiji’s probably got more than ten of it

All papas present breath a sigh of relief when their children are distracted from thoughts of their mothers by the possibility of playing with something bright, shiny and noisy

Ai has his boy in his lap, placidly holding on to a sparkler

Baby boy wanted to do nothing but snuggle in his chest at first, but the bright lights and the noise the other children were making woke him up 

Camus hovering anxiously behind his little girl, a globe of water ready to materialize in his hand any second for fear that a stray firework might have the audacity to approach his angel

Ranmaru and Reiji’s children having the time of their lives running up and down the beach, setting off bottle rockets in the air

Ranmaru running after his kids when they gang up with the Kotobuki twins to chase Reiji down the length of the beach with roman candles at ready

At the end of the night, after cleaning up after themselves (junior chipping in to help), each papa carries their exhausted but happy child home in their arms, piling into the rented van

Camus is both stunned and aghast when his little girl tugs on the arm of Ran’s son, her head still resting against her father’s chest, and tells him to come and play again sometime

Ranmaru is just as mortified when the little boy yawns and nods

The two fathers share a mutual look of “WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN” before urgently bundling their children back home

Ran gives his confused son the “You can pick anyone you like, just not that one” talk

The poor man has never felt so threatened in his life before

Camus bathes his little girl in the Permafrost equivalent of holy water to exorcise whatever black magic that Kurosaki spawn must have cast on his precious angel

Reiji sends everyone home safe and sound

Bathes and carries both his children to bed and tucks them in

Pulls his wife down to sit next to him on the couch as he recounts the day and adds on even more commentary to the sea of photographs he had texted her throughout their day out

All of Quartet Night’s wives say the same thing to their exhausted husbands when they return home with sleeping children in their arms

“Welcome back. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

And they had to agree that it wasn’t

(Although whether they would do it again was still up for debate lol) 

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