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dating 101 (18+) part 28 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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if y/n didn’t dig herself a deeper hole yesterday, she certainly had breached earth’s core at this point. with her head tilted down and austin chuckling under his breath, y/n desperately tried not to make eye contact with roman who was sat at the table conveniently right behind austin and directly in her eyesight. the tension was so thick that y/n swore she was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

“can they hurry up with the food?” she whispered, feeling scared that they were trying to listen in on her and austin’s conversation.

“how about i lean over, give you a nice kiss, and really give them something to talk about?” austin teased her, biting back a laugh when she flipped him off.

it was austin and y/n day, much like how they used to have in high school whenever they didn’t want to deal with their parents being all lovey dovey in front of them. although cody and ted wished they could have accompanied them when they invited them to join in, cody had a midterm that day and ted made plans with another friend group in between his classes. that left y/n taking austin everywhere around town, showing him all her favorite places and stopping by a few stores downtown to window shop. eventually, they grew hungry and decided to grab lunch at a quaint little hawaiian barbeque restaurant. y/n just hadn’t accounted for the fact that there was a chance that she’d end up seeing roman while she was out with austin.

“do that and i’ll actually kill you.” she grunted, locking eyes with austin and catching his playful gaze.

“i’m sure cody would get to me first.” he mused. just then, another number was called out by the workers and the two of them checked their receipt. “i’ll get it.” austin offered once he realized it was their food, quickly snatching the receipt off the table and getting up before y/n could even process that it was their number that was called out.

this also meant that the barrier between her and roman was gone, and y/n wished she had grabbed the receipt first before she checked if it was their food. she was instantly met with the sight of roman, jimmy, and jey all staring at her as if she’d grown a second head. and suddenly, jimmy was nudging roman and roman was standing up. but before roman could even take a step towards y/n, austin was quickly returning with their food.

austin sat himself back down in his chair, clearly having seen the way roman was just about to invite himself to the table and take austin’s spot. he took their food out of the bag, opening each container to check their contents before setting y/n’s food in front of her. “and your spam musubi, m’lady.” he continued, setting another smaller container in front of her along with her can of passion fruit hawaiian sun. he hummed happily as he handed her the utensils and set the bag aside so that he could open up his box. austin waited until y/n took her first bite before he did. a smile that he was unable to hide crept up on his face as he finally got food into his system, and the same smile reflected on y/n’s own features.

but the failed attempts at hushed whispers behind him were beginning to irritate him. although he had found it humorous at first, austin wasn’t a stranger to times when y/n was visibly uncomfortable. suddenly, austin set his utensils down and turned around in his seat to face the men. “can you just cool it for one day? she’ll talk to you later. but right now, i’m just trying to enjoy a nice lunch with my step-sister.” he asked them, catching a glimpse at their embarrassed expressions before turning back around and being met by y/n’s shocked one. “eat, baby. they’ll stop talking about us and assuming shit if they know what’s good for them.” he addressed her as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt as a “subtle” warning to the men.

it seemed to work, because when jey stood up to get their own food and returned with them, the other men seemed to slip back into their own conversation that wasn’t focused on who y/n was with. y/n visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders easing out against her frame as she happily began to eat. “thanks.” she muttered in between bites, and this time, austin was biting back a laugh at how she was practically inhaling her food.

he forgot she had a tendency to stress eat.

“no worries. some people just need to learn to mind their own business, you know?” austin replied, this time purposely keeping his voice low so that they couldn’t hear him. he knew that if they had heard what he said, they most certainly woulnd’t be getting out of the restaurant without a confrontration.

“i don’t even know what i’m going to say to him before our lab tomorrow. like, oh hey! yeah, it’s not you, it’s me.” she huffed out as austin handed her a napkin, quickly thanking him before wiping her mouth with the napkin.

“see, that phrase only works if it’s not you, though. i don’t make the roles, i simply enforce them.” austin said, watching as she struggled to open up can before finally reaching over and opening it for her. “god, are you this worked up over it? you’re stuffing your face like crazy and you can’t even open up a can.”

“yes!” she said, rather loudly because it earned them the stares from the other patrons in the restaurant and not just roman, jimmy, and jey. she looked around with an embarrassed expression and waited until everyone went back to their own meals. “sorry. as i was saying, it’s not exactly a comfortable and easy conversation to have.” she muttered, taking a long sip from her drink the same time that austin drank his water.

they had fallen back into their own rhythm easily. y/n was talking to austin as if the centerpiece of her worries wasn’t sitting just directly behind him. in that moment, it was just y/n and austin in the world, and although they may not be out in a random field staring up at the stars and talking about their worries in life, somehow the hawaiian barbeque restaurant seemed to transport them to that place.

austin shrugged his shoulders, setting down his cup before picking up his utensils again. “rip off the bandaid. always easiest that way. besides, it’s not like you’re hesitating about who you’re choosing. it’s pretty obvious who you’re going to pursue.” he told her, his tone bordering an ‘i told you so’ manner that had y/n wanting to reach over and smack austin.

“well, yeah but i don’t feel good about leading him on. it’s not like i meant to do it, you know? i’m just stupid.” she muttered, wiping down her hands before reaching for her spam musubi. “want a bite?” she asked, holding the food out for austin.

he leaned over, taking a bite before sitting back in his chair. he chewed his food, and watched as y/n seemed to delve deep in her own thoughts. he spoke after swallowing his food, “we’re not having this same conversation, y/n.” he went back to eating his own food, muttering lowly, “impact matters more than intention. but you can’t change anything about that either. you just have to learn from it, baby. and i know you. you’ll bounce back from this, you’ve come back from worse, and this time, you have cody.”

she smiled apologetically at austin, reminding herself that maybe she was getting a bit repetitive with her own thoughts. she was just thankful that austin didn’t seem to mind still reassuring her in the end, no matter how many times he had to hear it. the two continued to eat their food, moving on from their previous conversation and simply taking the time to catch up now that they were both sober. eventually, their food was done but neither of them moved from their seats, leaning against their crossed forearms on the table to lean towards each other and continue their conversation.

she was so enamored with her conversation with austin that she hadn’t even realized roman, jimmy, and jey had all left soon after they finished eating. jimmy and jey had tried to wave their goodbyes to her, but roman had simply tugged them away before y/n could even look in their direction.

her phone buzzing was what cut their conversation short, and one glance at her phone let her know that ted was calling her. she showed the contact to austin, who nodded his head as if letting her know to answer it, before sitting back in his seat and fishing out his own phone so he could scroll through social media while she took the call.

“hello?” she answered, pressing the phone against her ear.

“you and austin done eating?” ted asked. there was an odd tone to his voice, one that y/n hadn’t ever heard before. he sounded as though he was trying to stay calm and collected, but y/n could just tell that he was bottling up something like anger.

“yeah, we’re probably going to head back to the dorms after this and nap. i’m about 5 minutes away from a food coma. why, what’s up?” she asked, already beginning to put her trash into the plastic bag. austin followed her, his eyebrow cocked up in question at her words.

“stay away from roman.” ted warned her.

she was taken aback by ted’s sudden words. she expected this type of behavior from cody, but ted? there wasn’t a reason for ted to be telling her to stay away from roman - after all, ted wasn’t the one that was involved in their drama like that. it was as if ted could feel her confusion through the phone, and answered her next question before she could even ask him.

“cody asked randy if he said anything to him while blackout drunk. it’s pretty bad and you need to be told everything in person.” ted sighed, still trying to stay calm and collected over the phone.

“i’ll fucking kill him!” cody’s voice suddenly rang in the background, and from what y/n could only assume by the ruffling sounds over the phone, cody had pulled the phone from ted. “sweetheart, you won't believe the shit i just fucking learned. i'm going to shove my foot so far up roman's ass for thinking he can just pull this shit on you.”

her mouth hung open in shock, and before y/n could even let her confusion be known, ted was already back on the phone. “don’t worry about that for now. knock once you’re here and we’ll tell you everything. it’s cool if you bring austin along. love you.”

before she could even say bye, the call was already over and y/n was left with staring up into austin’s concerned gaze. she was so captivated by the strange phone call that she wasn’t even aware that austin had thrown out their trash for her and was standing up beside her.

“everything alright?” he asked her, holding his hand out for her to take and guiding her out of her seat once she did so.

“the boys have something to tell me. they said you could come along.” she answered.

austin simply nodded his head, making sure they didn’t leave anything on the table or their seats before he was already leading y/n out of the restaurant. “let’s go, baby. sounded pretty bad from all the yelling i heard over the phone. best we get there as soon as possible.”

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instead of you [part sixty-one] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.4k

That night, you turned Sam’s words over in your mind over and over again. He was wrong, you were convinced. You would love him the same no matter what. No matter if he asked you to end things with Tom or not. You told him as much but he didn’t seem to believe you.

You went back to your room shortly after your talk. You had walked a little more, stopped for dessert at a little shaved ice stand on the beach, and then turned back. Sam showered first, then you, but only after going over your agreement again. What you did with Tom was your business, but it had to be kept a secret. You were still Sam’s girlfriend for the duration of the trip. It was mainly about his parents anyway. Sam hadn’t explicitly told you why having a girlfriend was so important to him but after spending so much time with his family you could guess why. 

The next day, everyone piled into the cars and took the forty-minute drive back to Honolulu where you’d landed. Traffic was awful. You knew it took everything in Tom not to honk at the cars in front of him. You could see his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel from the back seat. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he cursed as another F-150 cut him off. 

You and Sam traded looks but neither of you dared to say anything out loud. Even Harry’s grip on the armrest tightened when Tom swerved into the next lane to speed past the truck. 

“We’re not in a rush,” you reminded him. You wanted to touch his arm, reassure him somehow, but you couldn’t. 

“Yeah, mum and dad are way behind us now.”

“It’s not about speed,” he muttered. You weren’t really convinced about the speed thing. “It’s about the principle. These assholes shouldn’t be able to get away with driving like maniacs.”

“And what are you doing right now?” Sam asked carefully. 

His twin brother turned around in his seat to give him a warning look but to everyone’s surprise, Tom took a deep breath and actually stepped on the brakes. He only slowed down a little bit, less than five mph, but it was better than nothing. 

“Sorry, I’m just so used to being late all the time.”

“We know,” Harry joked. 

 “You should see my girlfriend drive,” your best friend joked. 

“Please, I passed my driver’s test on the first try,” you scoffed, making eye contact with Tom in the rearview mirror. 

He shook his head at you and mouthed low blow. Next to you, Sam was also shaking his head. 

“Yeah, and I want to talk to whoever passed you because there’s no way they weren’t under the influence of something.”

“You’re in the fast lane to never getting a ride from me again,” you muttered. 

Sam raised his hands in surrender. 

“Apologize,” Harry demanded, cutting in on your behalf.

“Yeah, apologize to me,” you agreed.

Sam sighed and turned his full body toward you, taking both of your hands in his. “I’m sorry, my love. Please forgive me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Sam turned back toward his brothers. “I think I’m in the clear, guys.”

You smacked the back of his head. 

-

The first stop in Waikiki was the ABC store. There was one on almost every block so you stopped at the first one you saw to buy snacks and drinks for the beach. 

“How many musubis do you want?” you asked Tom, who was in charge of alcohol. 

“How many are you getting?” he asked back with a grin. 

He looked ridiculous with his arms full of beer, smirking at you like that. 

“Two,” you said flatly. 

“I’ll get two as well.”

You asked the others how many they wanted and raided the mini warmer for them before dumping them at the checkout counter with the rest of what the boys picked out. Dom paid and had the four of you take the bags back to the cars. 

The next step was to find parking somewhere on the streets that were within walking distance to the beach. You had to split up from Sam’s parents to do so because there was no way you were going to be able to find two open parking spots on the same road. 

Once Tom parked, put money in the meter, and double-checked that the car was locked, the four of you slowly but surely made your way down to the shore where you met up with Nikki and Dom who had already picked out a spot in the sand. 

You had never seen a beach so crowded before. There were people everywhere. And all of the available space was being taken up by beach chairs and umbrellas that you had to rent from one of the several stands stationed behind them. Some of the different colored umbrellas even overlapped with each other in an apparent turf war. You could only imagine what conversations between the rival attendants must be like.

The beach was still beautiful, of course. You were in Hawai’i. Any beach here was going to be breathtaking. Waikiki Beach attracted so many tourists because of its beauty. That, and because of the dormant volcano, Diamond Head, sitting just off of the shore in plain sight for everyone to see.

“We rented four chairs,” Dom explained. “We figured not all of us would be sitting over here at once so we wouldn’t need six.”

Sam nodded in understanding. 

“Are you going to surf?” you asked. 

“Probably,” he answered, looking over to his brothers. “I assume you won’t be?”

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” 

You turned your foot over to look at your toe. Even though all of the sea urchin spines had dissolved, the marks from the injury were still fading. You couldn’t see yourself back on a board any time soon. 

You were content to lay out in the sun with your book until Sam wanted to wade in the water. 

The boys left to rent surfboards and their parents headed in the opposite direction for a walk along the beach, leaving you alone with all of the stuff. You joked to Nikki and Dom that you would protect it with your life but in reality, you would hand it over if someone so much as looked at you threateningly. 

You went to dig your book out from Sam’s backpack but accidentally grabbed his instead. It was the one you had already read and annotated for him. Out of curiosity, you opened to where he left off to see what part he was at and were surprised to see his handwriting scrawled in the margins of the most recent page. 

He hadn’t stopped annotating it. Even after everything, even when he was simmering with anger, he was still writing you little notes and responding to the ones you had left. You weren’t supposed to read them before he was done so you quickly closed it back and shoved it into the bag again before retrieving the book that was actually yours. 

You took a brief look back up at the water to see how the boys were doing but there were so many surfers that it was hard to pick them out. 

“Which one’s yours?” 

The voice beside you startled you, making you jump a little before you realized someone had taken the seat next to you. 

You weren’t sure where she had come from but a girl who looked to be about your age was perched on one of the chairs the Hollands had reserved. She was pretty, really pretty. Head full of curls and freckles dusted across her cheeks. The tangerine-colored bikini she was wearing looked amazing against her skin and you weren’t sure whether you were more jealous of her or attracted to her. 

“Huh?” you asked.

“Which one’s yours?” she repeated. 

“Oh.” You squinted at the waves, trying to zero in on Sam. “Uh, blue wetsuit in the group of three off to the side.”

The girl followed your gaze and nodded when she found him. “They just got out there, right?”

“Yeah, we only got here a few minutes ago.” You noticed the camera dangling around and realized she must be out there for someone too. “Um, which one is yours?”

“Long hair, kind of far out. He’s in the big cluster of surfers in the swell.”

Her boyfriend was easy to spot. He was paddling in the direction of an upcoming wave.

“Do you guys come out here often?” you asked. 

She nodded, curls bouncing. “David’s lived in Kaneohe like all his life, which is like fifteen minutes from here so it’s super convenient. The North Shore isn’t as crowded but the waves are practically nonexistent in the summer,” she explained. “What about you guys?”

“We’re on vacation.” You were embarrassed to admit that but it wasn’t like you could lie. You didn’t know the island at all. You also didn’t want to risk mentioning that it hadn’t been your choice to come here and offend her if she thought you were implying that her home state was the worst or something. 

“Oh, how fun!” she exclaimed. Ok, well that was a positive reaction at least. 

“My boyfriend’s family was nice enough to invite me along,” you added, wanting at the very least to establish that it hadn’t been your idea. 

“Holy shit, that is nice of them.”

“I know,” you agreed. 

“Well, while you’re here you should definitely check out the Pillbox hike. It’s a little brutal if you aren’t used to hiking uphill but the views are totally worth it.”

“I’ll be sure to mention it to him! We have a free day tomorrow so maybe we’ll do that, thank you.”

You would not be going on the hike. You hated hiking and heights but you would still mention it to Sam in case the boys wanted to go. 

She smiled but then something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she was standing up to leave. 

“Sorry, I promised my boyfriend that I would get some shots of him today and he’ll be pissed if I miss these waves.”

She threw you a wave over her shoulder as she jogged off. You waved back, calling out that it was nice to meet her. You never got her name. 

You only managed to get through a couple of pages of your book before another person approached your chairs. This time, it was Sam. He had come up to check on you. 

“Make a new friend?” he asked as he shook water out of his hair like a dog. 

“Oh yeah, did you see that girl talking to me?”

“Thought she might be trying to put the moves on you.”

“Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not Bella Swan? Not everyone who talks to me is into me.”

“She was your type, though.”

“You say that about all girls.”

“Because that’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. “Either way, she wasn’t interested. She has a boyfriend. She was just asking me if I had a partner out there too.” 

“That doesn’t mean she didn’t think you were cute,” he pointed out.

“You’re so annoying,” you groaned. “I don’t need a wingman anymore.”

He made a face. “That’s right, you’re fucking my brother,” he said, sounding disgusted. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Do you have to announce that to the entire beach? I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, remember?”

Sam shrugged and plopped himself down on the chair next to yours. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get it out of his eyes. Because they were wet, his curls had taken on a mind of their own. You had witnessed Sam try to tame his hair after a shower on several occasions. It usually ended with him just waiting for it to dry so that he could style it and then making you late to wherever you were supposed to be going. 

“Are you going to go back out there?” you asked. 

“Probably. Wanna join?”

“Very funny.”

“I was being serious.”

“Oh. Well, no thanks.”

“I figured but I just wanted to make sure.”

“You’re sweet.”

-

The boys surfed for a couple of hours before coming in to eat the musubis and snacks you bought earlier. Their parents returned around the same time and you all ate together. 

Afterward, Sam offered to wade around in the shallow water at the edge of the beach with you.

“You have to get in,” he insisted. “It’ll cool you down.”

“Okay,” you agreed.

You didn’t need any more convincing. You had wanted to get in anyway.    

“Harry, Tom, do you want to come with us?” Sam asked. 

They looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure.”

The four of you wove through the sea of beach chairs down to the shore where the remnants of bigger waves lapped at the sand. The water was crystal clear, apart from the frothy white foam atop the waves. It fizzled against the hot sand when the waves crashed against the beach, lingering still even when the water subsided. 

There were several groups of people in the ocean as well but it was less crowded than the beach. Families with small children were gathered right by the shore, the parents mingling with each other as the kids played with wet sand and beach toys. You wished you could remember what it was like to be that young. To meet a stranger and be best friends in the blink of an eye. 

There were less and less people the further out from the shore you got. Fathers teaching older kids how to boogie board, teenagers jumping in the waves as they gossiped with each other. 

You weren’t sure how long you spent in the water but before long, Nikki and Dom were waving from the beach to get your attention. 

“They’re either saying it’s time to go, or they’re ditching us,” Sam said, squinting and making a ‘what?’ gesture with his shoulders. 

“It’s really a fifty-fifty shot,” Harry added. 

“I think they want us to come in,” Tom guessed.

Tom was proven right mere seconds later when Dom beckoned you to join them. 

-

The latter half of the day was spent walking around the city. Being the center of tourism on the island meant Waikiki had a lot of shopping. You had never seen so many high-end stores in one place before. You did some window shopping while the Hollands did some shopping shopping. Practically everything in every single shop was out of your price range. You weren’t expecting otherwise but seeing the numbers on the backs of the price tags still hurt your heart. 

You could tell the sales associates recognized Tom from the way their eyes would get big when they saw him. They’d lean over and whisper to each other behind his back. Even though he couldn’t hear them you knew he knew it was happening. It made you feel kind of bad for him. Kind of. 

You ate dinner at some restaurant attached to the lobby of a hotel. It was on the water, which was nice, but it was just as crowded as the beach had been. The poor servers were so swamped that it took over an hour to get your food. No one minded, of course, but by the time Tom laid his credit card on top of the bill it was dark outside. 

“Do you remember where we parked?” Tom asked you as you 

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how to get there from where we are right now.”

“So you don’t remember where we parked.”

“No, I remember where we parked. But we’ve walked around so much that I don’t know how to get there.”

Tom shook his head at you. “You should always pay attention to where you’re going. It can be dangerous if you don’t know where you are.”

“Why should I? That’s what I have you guys for.”

"What if we weren’t here?”

“There’s a parked car option on my GPS.”

“What if your phone was dead?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“I just want you to be safe!”

You didn’t want to hear any more. “Sam, your brother is being an asshole!”

Your best friend, who had been walking alongside Harry, jogged up to meet you when you called for him. 

“What’d he do?” 

“I was just trying to-”

“I didn’t ask you,” Sam cut in, glaring at Tom. 

“He’s giving me a hard time because I don’t know how to get back to the car from here,” you explained. 

“We can just use the GPS app,” Sam said. 

You turned to Tom with a smug grin. “See?”

“I can’t believe you told on me,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Get used to it,” you hummed. 

-

The last day on Oahu was a free day. You told Sam about the pillbox hike that the girl from the beach had suggested and he woke up early to do it with Harry and Tom. He came back raving about it and showed you a bunch of pictures that made you feel a little sick to your stomach because of how high it looked. 

“Thank god I didn’t go with you guys,” you sighed. “I’d be freaking out even if I stayed at the bottom, just thinking about you up there. There aren’t any handrails or guards to keep you from falling-”

“We were fine,” he assured you. “I didn’t even show you the pictures of us on top of the box.”

“You climbed it?”

“I mean, we’d already climbed the mountain. What’s a little concrete box? Everyone else was doing it.”

You held a hand to your heart like a scandalized middle-aged woman. “I don’t think I want to know anything else.”

Sam took one look at you and laughed. “That’s probably for the best.”

You did some pre-packing at the hotel before joining his brothers to do some exploring. Like Sam, they had showered after their hiking expedition. All three of them were sporting still-wet hair that was dripping onto their shirts like kids sitting in church service after their baptism. 

You walked around the resort first, checking out all of the pools and hot tubs for later that night. Sam told his parents that he’d cook for the family and he’d dragged Harry and Tom with him to get groceries earlier. Apparently, Tom said he would help grill while Sam made some of the side dishes upstairs. You were interested to see how that would turn out. 

You walked by the lagoons next, slipping into the resorts along the shore to scope them out. You were surprised to see that some of them were nicer than the one you were staying at. You assumed the Hollands had chosen whatever the best money could buy was but maybe they were a more financially conscious family than you’d thought. 

“This is the Disney hotel,” Tom whispered in your ear as you passed one of the pools. “It’s crazy expensive to stay here for just a night. Like a standard room is over six hundred dollars.”

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately. I mean, we probably could have stayed here for free but someone would have to pull a lot of strings and then a handful of people would know exactly where I’m going to be and when and we would have had to hire security... it was just easier to book somewhere else.”

“Isn’t it kind of dangerous to be walking around here in the open then?”

Tom shrugged. “I like to live life on the edge.”

You snorted. “Clearly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sam showed me the pictures from your hike earlier.”

His eyes widened. “He did?”

“Uh huh.”

“Shit.”

“You know, I could point out how hypocritical it is to lecture me about safety one day and then do shit like that the next, but I won’t.” 

“You’re the one that told us about the hike!”

You ignored him. “Does your agent know you were climbing mountains this morning?”

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned closer to your face. “No, and she never will.”

“You seem pretty sure of that...”

“You don’t have her number,” Tom said like he was trying to reassure himself rather than call your bluff. 

“Not yet, I don’t.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

He gulped. "Why do I get the feeling we're not talking about my agent anymore?"

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[omniscientoswald]

A trip to Hawai'i P.3

[Manapua Truck]

Gaz: *Watches as a white van playing music pass him by* This is the 5th time I saw a truck like that today

Oswald: The Manapua truck?

Soap: The-what-truck?

Oswald: Ma-na-pu-a truck

Gaz: Whats it do?

Oswald: *Smirks with excitement* Its a local-kine, glorified, Hawaiian special, Fortified, food truck!

Soap and Gaz: ...

Oswald: *Sighs* It's the better Hawaiian version icecream truck

Soap: *Perks up excitedly* Lets go check it out, Bonnie!

Gaz: *Excitedly following Soap, dragging Oswald by the arm* Hurry, Oz!

Manapua man: Howzit!

Soap: What're ye selling?

Manapua man: *Looks at Soap, then to Gaz and Oswald* Tourists?

Oswald: *Points to Soap and Gaz and nods*

Manapua man: Ah, ok. No worries! Unnko go take care you. So, we got dakine, uh...manapua's, musubis, and da best, pork hash. Ho, braddah. Dis ting ono, broke da mout, gaurentee! *Smiles warmly*

Soap and Gaz: *Looks to Oswald for help*

Oswald: *Sighs* We'll take six manapua's, tree bag pork hash, case guavas and dats it. Mahalo nui, unnko *Hands money*

Manapua man: Awwwright! *takes it and hands over food* Oh! And here, for da haole braddahs *Hands a free bag of rice cake*

Oswald: Tanks, unnko *Elbows Soap and Gaz*

Soap: Mahalo!

Gaz: Mahalo, sir-I mean-Uncle!

Oswald: *Looking at Soap already digging inside the bags* Lets bring this back before you two eat it all

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod #cod oc #call of duty headcanons #cod hcs #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod incorrect quotes #kyle gaz garrick #willow oswald pelekai #john soap mactavish

[bunnakit]

so almost every week i get myself a little treat from this local hawaiian place. i order the same thing every time: rangoons, dumplings, musubi, a thai tea, and almond cookies.

i had my husband swing by to get me some today on his way home from work. this time i ordered everything as normal but i didnt order my almond cookies bc i was like 'i've been getting these a lot i should hold off.'

husband came home with my order and there was no musubi but there was a grocery bag FULL OF 20 ALMOND COOKIES.

i can only assume they didn't have what they needed to make my musubi so they gave me a dragon's hoard of my favorite cookies to make up for it and tbh i love them for that, i don't even care that they didn't have my musubi because getting a metric fuckton of cookies was absolutely hilarious.

#bunn talks #henry's hawaiian my beloved #they had to be so concerned when i was in california and didn't order from them for like 2 weeks

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 7) | ( ch. 6 ) ☆ ( ch. 8 )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.2k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. cop!daichi. single parent struggles (mention).

She once thought that love wasn’t just a game Her feelings once came from the heart

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

Daichi, being the simple guy he is, had already decided what he wanted as you pored through the online menu. While he waited, he looked at the many pictures on your fridge. 

“Is this your nephew?”

You followed his pointed finger to a smiling image of your little boy.

You shook your head, pursing your lips into a reluctant smile. “He’s my son.”

“You have a son?” he beamed, almost offended that you hadn’t told him.

You smiled at him, finding his surprised expression almost comical. It’s not that you’d been hiding it from him per se. It’s just that you’d been keeping Daichi compartmentalized. The less he knew about you, the better. But, if anything, finding out you were a single mom would keep him from getting any closer and, in fact, might even push him away. All in all, it would go a long way towards your goal of maintaining your distance from the cop. It was a win-win situation.

“Wow…you’re a milf!” He was so serious his eyebrows knitted at the last word. You could tell this was a huge revelation for him.

Not the reaction you were expecting. You genuinely laughed with a what the fuck look. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a mom I’d like to fuck,” he explicated. “Well, more accurately, I suppose you’re a mom I have fucked.”

“I know what the fuck it means,” you said, cackling. “I can’t believe you just said that! You’re so mature, Daichi! What happened just now?”

“Sorry,” he said, putting his palms out in front of his chest. “It was a lapse in maturity, but I promise I didn’t mean for it to be derogatory. Seriously, I’ve never fucked a mom before!” The wonder in his eyes, the air of accomplishment about him was endearing. He was too cute.

“Congratulations,” you said, patting his chest as a giggle escaped your lips. “Glad you made it into the I fucked a mom club.”

Eventually, when the laughter between you died down, he called your orders in. He insisted on paying, of course. And when they asked for a name, he answered with 'Sawamura'. You tried to ignore how oddly comforting it was that Daichi gave your order his last name.

After the food arrived and Daichi made the exchange with the delivery guy, you went for the bags to carry them to the kitchen. But Daichi didn’t let go. Confused, you looked up at him. He just smiled and said, rather matter-of-factly, “I’ve got this.” That he so effortlessly and agenda-lessly took the lead knocked you back on your proverbial heels. It took a second to compute that someone was taking care of something for you. Even longer to decide that it was okay to relinquish control and let them this time. 

The two of you settled down on fluffy floor pillows between the coffee table and couch, Daichi protectively sitting nearest the door. You put a movie on, but the two of you were too enthralled with each other to pay any attention to it. You fell deeper and deeper into conversation as you ate while the movie merely served as background noise. 

You talked about your son - the nice, easy stuff. Daichi didn’t need to know about the hard stuff. He laughed when you told him that Suga was Musubi’s teacher, which was why you met and became friends. 

“So, ultimately, I have your son to thank for meeting you,” Daichi mused with a warm smile. 

You learned that Daichi was a bachelor - never married, no kids of his own. But he had grown up as the oldest of five kids in a single parent household. 

“I have the utmost respect for single parents who are trying their damnedest to raise kids on their own. I watched my mom struggle a lot. She worked her ass off. I stepped up and sort of assumed the patriarch role; did as much as I could to help her out - made sure my brothers and sisters did their homework, brushed their teeth, shit like that.” He chuckled to himself. “She used to yell at them and say ‘just wait until your big brother hears about this!’” 

You smiled, a quiet snicker hinting at your amusement. “I’m sure it meant the world to her that you helped out so much, but it must’ve been hard on you too. No kid should ever have to grow up that fast and take on that much responsibility.”

Daichi shrugged. “I agree, but I think I’m wired for it. Maybe I was placed with my particular family for that very reason. But I still wish I could’ve done more for her…”

You wondered what happened to his dad. Had he, like yours, decided he wanted a different life? Had he left his wife and kids for another woman? You could’ve asked but it would have meant crossing the self-imposed invisible line into intimacy. Better to keep things as superficial as possible. 

Frowning, you put your hand on Daichi’s and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think you’re right - the universe, or whatever you believe in, put you right where you were needed most. My son can be five handfuls, but I can’t imagine what it was like for your mom to be on her own with five kids. She’s lucky to have you as a son.”

“She tells me that all the time,” he said with a laugh. “And yeah, I don’t believe in a god per se, but I do think there is some kind of higher power that we’re all connected to.”

Your eyes widened. “Exactly! It’s like the universe is a macrocosm of how we each share a connection with the rest of humanity. Like, what if we ourselves are little universes and our brain cells are really just microcosmic galaxies?”

“So, everything just comprises a meta-universe? That would mean even the quarks and shit in atoms could be entire universes…” he wondered.

You nodded excitedly. “And it just gets infinitesimally smaller and smaller, but also infinitely bigger and bigger!” Gazing into the distance as though you could see it all before you, you added, “I often wonder just how big this sort of ‘body’ really is.” Daichi watched your lips move as you spoke. He so badly wanted to kiss you.

“I don’t think there is an end or a boundary. It just kinda goes on forever,” Daichi suggested, smiling. “Also, you just said ‘infinitesimally’...”

“Yeah?” You were trying to decode the gleam in his eyes.

“That was really fucking hot,” he smirked, catching you entirely off guard.

“Oh my god.” Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands. “Shut up. You’re such a dork!” 

“Talk nerdy to me, baby…” Daichi joked in a seductive tone.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you said, poking a finger into his side and consciously repressing the pang of hope that resonated in your heart when he called you ‘baby’, even though you knew it had only been in jest.

“I’m not making fun! I’m serious,” he retorted, protecting his torso. “I happen to think intelligence is sexy, okay?”

When the movie was over, you both agreed that it was high time to put the leftovers away and discard the trash. You each went to one of the bathrooms in your house, agreeing to rendezvous at the sofa afterwards. 

When you returned, you found Daichi lying on his back, doing his best to spread the throw blanket out. Preoccupied, he didn’t see you hiding a smile behind your fingers as you walked towards him.

You laid down on top of him, between his legs, with the blanket pulled up to your shoulders. It was hard to focus on the movie with the weight of Daichi’s gentle hand resting on your back. You fought the battle, but ultimately lost the war with sleep. You dozed off to the sure, steady sound of his heartbeat and the mindless strokes of his thumb on your back. 

Daichi noticed you were asleep when he muttered something about the movie, but you didn’t react. He looked down to see your eyelashes adorning your pretty cheek, which was smooshed against his chest, your back gently rising and falling in a contented rhythm. He smiled fondly as he took in your peaceful features, basking in the warmth that rushed to his heart. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if your son’s dad was the one who had hurt you in the past. He could sense it the night that you met, but you had shut down when he asked you about it. He wouldn’t ask again, figuring that if/when you wanted him to know, you’d tell him. Whether it was because of what you had been through or what, he wasn’t sure, but Daichi felt the overwhelming urge to keep you safe.

A couple of hours later, you awoke to the soft shaking of your shoulder and the husky grumble of Daichi’s sleepy voice. Your eyes blinked open, and, at his prompting, you sat up so he could swing his legs off the sofa and stand. You started to get up as well, but he put his hand on your thigh to stop you. 

“Let me.” 

Sooner than you could process what was happening, he scooped you up in his arms. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on as he carried you back to your bed. 

After laying you down gently, he walked around to the other side while you shimmied out of your bottoms. Daichi towered over you, his dilated eyes fixed on yours as he stripped down to his boxers. You reached for him when he finally slid into bed next to you, your hands exploring his thick arms as he pulled you closer.

You carded your fingers into his dark brown hair, pulling him in for a needy kiss. Hooking his hand behind your knee, he brought your thigh to rest on his hip. Fuck, you needed him. 

Pushing your fingers under his waistband, you reached into his boxers and pulled a groan from him when you wrapped your hand around his shaft. Your tongues swirled like the remnants of dreams; your inhibition lessened more so by sleep than it had been by alcohol a few nights before. 

“Daichi…” you gasped.

He shivered at the way his name fell from your lips, like you were calling him forth to be your next breath of air. Soft sighs and wet kisses filled the dark room as he tugged his boxers off. He sucked hard enough on your skin to leave bruises and you returned the favor, pulling him to rest between your legs. Daichi rutted with slow rolls of his hips as you guided his hard cock to your entrance. His head fell to the crook of your neck, quiet gasps escaping both of you when the dripping head of his cock slipped inside your tight heat. 

He fucked you slow, but hard. Loud claps of skin with long glides of his cock. The plush of your hips dimpled under Daichi’s fingers, his hot breath fanning across your neck as you anchored one of your arms around his back. Your other hand found purchase in his hair, fisting it as your head dipped backwards and your mouth opened in a loud moan. The orgasm he fucked you through was ethereal, dreamlike as your body drifted weightlessly through waves of pleasure. 

“Gonna cum,” Daichi whispered with quickening thrusts. He swore under his hitching breath just before his hips crashed into yours one last time as he poured his hot seed inside your still-twitching pussy. He’d barely pulled out and rolled onto his back, keeping your body close to his when you both drifted off to sleep again.

Later the next day, with Daichi long gone and Subi back home, you’d been hurled back into the fray and chaos of making sure your angsty son got fed, bathed, and in bed. 

You dragged your feet to your bathroom, feeling exhausted and grateful for some much-needed alone time. As much as you had enjoyed Daichi’s company, you were not accustomed to being so…physically active. You were sore all over, becoming increasingly aware of muscles you didn’t even know you had. There were also a lot of conflicting feelings swirling around inside you, but it was all so overwhelming. You would deal with that later. 

As you undressed to get in the shower, you discovered the hickeys that Daichi had left between your thighs and decided it wouldn’t hurt to send him one last text. Thanks for the bruises on my legs, you typed, followed by an unsolicited pic of your inner thigh.

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, making you smile. 

Officer Big Dick: You’re welcome, ma’am. 😏

You quickly placed your phone screen-down on your vanity and covered your face, gritting to fight the urge to jump up and down and squeal with delight. The garbled sound that escaped you was foreign, even to yourself, as you dragged your hands down your face. Pull yourself together, y/n. 

You picked up your phone again, navigating to Daichi’s contact card, thumb hovering over the little trash can icon before locking your phone and setting it back down. 

Tomorrow. You would delete it tomorrow.

ch. 6 ☆ ch. 8

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[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Period

Inumaki Toge x AFAB!GN!Reader

summary: reader is having a bad period, and toge is there to comfort them. very fluffy heehee

word count: 2051

a/n: hi bestiesss, I wrote this because my period hit me like a hell storm and I needed some mfn COMFORT T.T anywho, I hope you enjoy! if you like this and would like to become part of my Toge taglist or my JJK taglist as a whole, let me know via reply, reblog, ask (just make sure you turn anon off so I can see your name lol) or DM! all my love to fellow uterus owners because this shit ain’t for the weak

I check the time. 3:00 p.m.

I’ve been awake since 7:30 a.m. and I’ve only gotten out of bed twice. I’m trying to keep my breathing slow, but it doesn’t stop the pain. A knock on the door, and then a text. From Toge:

“You can come in!” I shout, and he slowly opens the door, his face laced with concern when he sees me. He closes the door behind him, and walks over to my bed. When he sits, I gasp, the bed’s movement sending a jolt of pain through my body. I cry out, “Ah!—” Toge’s eyes widen, and he gets up.

“No, you’re fine, sorry — you didn’t do anything.” He sits back down more carefully, then motions to my state, and raises his brows. What happened? I laugh through the pain. I get why he’s looking at me like I’m dying. “I’m on my period, but the ibuprofen I have isn’t working, and I can’t take acetaminophen. It hurts so bad that I’m nauseous, and dizzy. I feel like my stomach is exploding, like my uterus is being stabbed over and over again, and like I’m gonna shit myself.”

He nods in understanding, then signs eat. “Mustard leaf?” I shake my head.

“No, and if I do eat anything I’m worried I might puke it back up. I just… need stronger ibuprofen and some water. Maybe a granola bar, or something, so I’m not taking it on an empty stomach.”

He looks down slightly and puts his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly. “Spicy Cod Roe.” I feel myself heat up, and not because of my being covered in blankets. His eyes meet mine for half a second and I have to look away, flustered by such a simple gesture.

He slips his other hand into his pocket and grabs his phone out, typing something in his notes. “Tuna.” He shows me.

“Uh, a heating pack for sure, maybe some dark chocolate and some musubi for when I’m not nauseous anymore, and aloe juice, if they have any of the good stuff.” I answer, then think. “Ummm… I have plenty of pads and tampons, so I don’t need those… Do you want money? I can grab some from my wallet.” I offer, but he vehemently shakes his head. He squeezes my thigh a little bit, then lets go. Don’t move. He gets up, points his thumb over his shoulder, and waves goodbye. “Thanks, Toge!” I call after him as he closes my door, but I’m not sure if he heard me, so I text him.

I audibly gasp, my already flustered body now turning on fire. He said I was beautiful? How do I respond to that? What does he mean it as? I lay there, frozen, but drop my phone on my face when another stabbing pain rips its way through my stomach. I groan, clenching my stomach muscles to try and force my focus on something other than the constant ache and brief moments of extreme pain I feel.

I want to cry. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and it’s everything I can do to keep my lip from quivering because of how bad it is. Another wave of nausea rolls over me, and I hold my breath to lessen the want to puke. My phone vibrates again.

I gasp and hiss as another shooting pain scores up and down my body, this time spreading to my feet. “Ow!” I whimper, the tears I was holding back leaking down my face as my body goes rigid temporarily from the overwhelm. For a second, I think I really am going to throw up this time, but the urge calms itself when I hear the door open and click closed, and see Toge again. “Kelp.” He greets quietly.

I smile tiredly, and he sets the bag down on my nightstand, sitting on the bed and examining my face. He reaches out tentatively, using his thumb to wipe the tears under my eyes, his eyebrows knitting together. “I’m fine, it just… hurts really bad.” His eyes focus on mine, and he sighs, pulling out the different items from the bag. He offers me a hand, using his other arm to support my back as he pulls me into a sitting position.

He unscrews the lid on the ibuprofen and shakes out two, then unscrews the lid on the aloe juice. He offers me the pills, so I daintily grab them from his hand — a white hot sensation as I touch his palm with my fingers — and pop them in my mouth. He holds the drink up to my lips for me, coaxing me to tilt my head back. I take a sip to get the medicine down and I groan as he helps me lay back down. “Thank you, Toge.”

My eyelids are heavy, but as long as it feels like I’m being shredded to pieces, I can’t sleep yet. Toge stands, plugging in the heating pack to the wall and pulling up the covers so I can put it on my stomach, then looks from me, to the bag, to the door, and takes one step toward the door after nodding his head. I reach out my hand for him. It’s a rare moment where I don’t have to say anything for him to know exactly what I mean. Stay?

He nods, climbing over me to lay on the other side of my bed and slipping under the covers. I grunt a little, the shaking of the bed making my stomach churn a bit. It’s soon replaced by a held breath when he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him, and nuzzling his face into my neck. He must have pulled his collar down, because I can feel his nose, his breath, and the outer edge of his lips right along my shoulder. I sigh, semi-nervous, but also too tired to care too much.

I yawn. “You should… do this more often. If you want.” He responds by pulling me tighter, and I can feel the curl of his lips as he smiles against me. I smile too, in spite of my uterus trying extra hard to kill me this month. I relax into his hold, sighing once again. “You’re warm, Toge.” I say, wiggling myself to get just a bit closer to him. We can’t be close enough, it seems.

He hums, and grabs his phone again. He types and shows me:

My smile grows from ear to ear, and I must be glowing, because he laughs quietly. I don’t have to see him to know his dimples are on full display, all because of me. His lips press against my collarbone, and he trails soft kisses up my neck, all the way to my jaw. I can’t help but giggle, my giddiness taking me over.

Toge props himself up on his elbows, his silver hair lightly brushing my forehead as he leans over me.

Both of us are frozen — eyes wide and sparkling, all nervous smiles and bated breath. Something tells me to say something, anything. “I can’t look at you without falling for you in ten different ways every time I do.”

This seems to bolster him into action, and as he presses his lips to mine and our eyes close, he breathes life into me. Every word that he never could, never will say, I feel in his passion, his tenderness. My cramps are very much forgotten as my heart skips far too many beats to be healthy, his body keeping me down on the earth, preventing me from floating out into space with the weightlessness I’m feeling, and while it’s a thrill, it’s also a comfort — it feels so right to kiss him.

At long last, we separate from one into two again with panting breaths, and despite wanting nothing more than to stare into his violet eyes, I find I can’t do it for longer than a few seconds before I nearly melt under his gaze. I pull him down next to me, and tuck my head into his chest, throwing a leg over him to get comfortable, and one of his arms holds me close to him, the other holding onto said leg to tug it a little more.

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed again, as long as I can get more of those.” I admit, feeling quite silly for saying so.

“Salmon.” He laughs in agreement, then squeezes my leg again, tracing patterns into me. Toge kisses the top of my head, and in return, I plant a kiss of my own on his chest as we settle in for my (finally) peaceful slumber. That is, until someone ruins it.

“Inumaki!” Panda’s voice calls from the hallway, and I groan when he stops right in front of my door. “Inumaki!” He says again as he opens my door, “Are you alive— oh!” He looks from my (very much annoyed) face, to Toge’s (very much annoyed) face, to our (very much entangled) bodies under my mountains of blankets, and conjures the most shit-eating-grin I have ever seen in my life. “Oh, so that’s why you volunteered to check on them— something always told me they were your type.”

Toge scoffs in irritation, sitting up and cursing, “Caviar— Stop talking!” Making sure to push my body behind his own so I don’t get caught in the line of fire. Panda’s mouth immediately closes, but he isn’t completely silenced— he hums in sheer panic, running away, likely to tell the others what he just witnessed once he finally can speak again. Toge hops out of the bed to close the door again, just as quickly jumping back in to strongly pull me into him with a satisfied smirk. He catches me by surprise, kissing me once again, not stopping until the both of us are out of breath, meanwhile dragging my leg over his torso like it was before.

His chest heaves with a sigh, and so does mine. Our eyes finally slip closed, and when my phone vibrates a million times due to different texts from everyone else, I grab it, switch the tiny button on the side to silent, then toss it away from me back on the nightstand. I rub my hand up and down his chest, his toned body better than any heat pack, any prescription ibuprofen, and any dark chocolate. Musubi might be debatable, but if I had to choose between Toge and my favorite food, I’d pick Toge, every time.

#outsider writes #jjk x reader #jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #toge inumaki #inumaki toge #toge x reader #afab!reader #toge fluff #gn!reader

[moonlight-selkie]

Himeko - Refs - Other Stuff

Kichiya Knot:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Everyday Kimono - Iromuji - Furisode

Bunko Knot:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Yukata - Usumono / Natsumono: - Komon - Cropped Kimono

Karuta Musubi / Card Knot:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Autuam Kimono - Tsukesage - "Ball Gown" Kimono Otaiko Musubi / Nagoya Obi:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Winter Kimono - Tsukesage - Houmongi - Irotomesode Hitotu / Darari Masubi:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Susohiki / Hikizuri - "Evening Gown" Kimono Double Bow Musubi:

Kimonos that use this style are: - Bell Skirt Style Kimono - Short Skirt Furisode

Left:

The following items hear Himeko has had since the Edo Period:

- Kinchaku Bag - Coin Purse - Hakoseko Pouch (for cosmetics) - Kiseru Pipe + Tobacco Pouch - Combs + Comb Boxes - Hanko Set - Sensu Fans + Fan Cases - Uchiwa Fans

Right:

The following Items are ones Himeko has had since the Meiji Period

- Gamaguchi Purse - Notebooks + Fountain Pen - Pocket Watch - Pocket Mirror - Handkerchief

The following Items are ones Himeko has had in recent years (modern day)

- Phone - Headphones + Headphone Case - Keys + Keyrings - Hand Sanitizer + Hand Cream - Clutch Bag

#original #original character #ocs #oc #oc character #original design #character design #character art #fae #faerie #fae folk #fairies #fairy #Himeko #object design #item design

[zz-chikorita]

I love your Jolly Rogers series! I was wondering, what are everyones' favourite junkfood in your series? Guzma, Leon, Plumeria, anyone else you wanna mention- is anyone super into chocolate, or sour candy, or gummy worms or something like that?

I'm glad you like the story! It brings me so much joy to know others are invested in it, too!

This is a fun ask! Let me think...

Guzma definitely has a sweet tooth, specifically for chocolate (which would make sense since he loves hot cocoa). He hoards a lot of snacks in his room, mostly out of habit since he'd cache food when he was younger in case his dad decided to just not feed him for a few days. Anyways, chocolate is by far his favorite treat and I think 3 musketeers and KitKats are his favorite. For hoarding purposes, he'd tend to keep M&Ms since they're less likely to get squished and melted.

Plumeria really loves gummies. Any kind is good, but those sour watermelon gummies? That's the good shit. She also likes the tropical flavored gummies and would be into hi-chew and mamba. Something she can just pop in and suck on/chew while working or reading.

Leon is a salty snacker. He likes crisps and cheese wotsits (chips and cheeto-like snacks, for the Unovans out there). Guinness crisps specifically are one of his favorites. Since he arrived in Alola, he found a new snack! He's not sure if he's seen them in Galar before, but he bought himself a bag of Takis and loved it. He's just a little obsessed and has consumed definitely not an unhealthy amount of them since he got there.

More characters under cut:

Hop likes crisps like his brother.

Moon likes slushes, popsicles, shaved ice, anything cold and icy basically.

Do I really have to say what Hau's favorite is?

Gladion doesn't eat junk food. Or so he says. He loves gummy bears.

A. and B. like Doritos. They argue whether nacho cheese or cool ranch is better.

Kalani likes some classic spam musubi, but he also has a sweet tooth for ice cream.

Molayne's favorite are marshmallow rice krispie treats.

Golisopod has the bad habit of snacking on whatever his trainer happens to have. Buttered popcorn is his favorite.

#ask and ye shall receive #ask zz c #what with the hcs an such #guzma #plumeria #pokemon leon #this was a fun one to think about!

[somewheric]

230725 "21st Century Boyz": Younghoon Interview for Arena Homme+ (ENG)

We’ve heard you were cast while eating bread at the convenience store. What did you have to eat this morning?

YH: My first meal today was the musubi available at the photoshoot site. It was delicious. (laughs) I’m not the kind who eats well in the morning. I make sure to eat lunch and dinner instead.

What do you have on days where you have a photoshoot like today, or on days where you think “I did well today”?

YH: I drink whiskey. I like Jack Daniels and Balvenie. If I go home, wash up, and drink [whiskey] on the rocks before bed, I’ll feel that “I’ve worked hard today”. (laughs)

The yakgwa pastry is popular these days. What are some of your recent interests?

YH: Vintage. We’ve been going a lot to Japan these days so I went into a vintage shop and bought two or so shirts and I’m wearing them day and night. It was a brown shirt that had all this paint on it so it was strangely eye-catching. I tried it on and immediately bought it. Ah, I’m into something else too: dried salmon. There’s dried salmon in every convenience store in Japan. I buy a lot of it every time I go there. It’s so delicious.

We’re always curious about what kind of things an idol buys when they go abroad but vintage shirts and dried salmon sure are unexpected. If your company said “starting from tomorrow, enjoy one week of vacation, do everything you want,” what would you want to do?

YH: Ohh. First, I think I’d go home. I want to meet with my friends in the neighborhood, go on a long overdue date with my family. To be honest, I don’t really like going abroad. Because I’m too scared of planes. (laughs) Even so, if I had a vacation I’d want to go on a trip with my family after a long time. Either Tokyo or Okinawa would be nice.

So you plan vacations like any office worker. What’s your preferred stress reliever? Personally, I start by ordering chicken.

YH: I discovered while working that I'm surprisingly not the kind to get stressed. There’s been times when I couldn’t sleep for days, so of course my body got tired. But I’ve never felt like “I’m annoyed”, or “I don’t want to do this”. Even if I get annoyed, within an hour I’m over it. I don’t even think “I shouldn’t be stressed”, I just don’t get stressed? So with that I realized [mine] is a really well-suited personality for this job.

You’re a good member of society. Earlier during the shooting you were eyeing a watch in the studio. Are you into watches?

YH: I really like watches. I feel good just looking at them. I don’t wear one everyday but looking at a ticking clock makes me happy.

Do you have a collection too?

YH: I have about 4 or 5 at home. I only buy the bracelet models for watches.

We’ve heard that you bought gifts for your parents and for your older brother with the first money you earned in your life. Did you gift them watches at the time?

YH: Yes. (laughs) I gave watches to my older brother and to my mom, and I gave shoes and a belt to my dad. It was my mom’s birthday recently so my brother and I collected our money and bought her a bag as a gift.

What was her reaction?

YH: Funny thing is, we’ve been thinking of buying her a bag for a while now, but my mom picked it up first and said “buy this one for me”. So we bought that one, of course. Her reaction was really good.

I’m scared my mom will see this interview and give me a call. Did you ever think of using a stage name? I’m curious to know if there were any candidates.

YH: Back when the company told us to choose a stage name, I picked “아이” (T/N: Literally “A-I”, pronounced as “eye”), “i” in English. There was no special reason, I just thought it looked cool. (laughs) The company rejected it. Now I’m grateful that they did.

You’re famous for your love for your dog, Bori. Let’s have a “Bori pride” moment.

YH: It’s “our Bori”. (laughs) If I go back home after six months, she recognizes me right away. She greets me and cries for a good few minutes. Then she takes me to my room, which has been empty for a while. Usually Bori sleeps on the bed with my mom, but when I go home she needs to sleep in my bed.

It’s moving to have a dog with you often.

YH: Absolutely. I hear that when I’m not home, she doesn’t even care about my room. Even so, she always greets me so enthusiastically, for that alone I’m very grateful and very proud. She’s the most lovely existence in my life.

We’ve heard you like BTS’ V among artists. Do you have a role model now?

YH: I don’t. If I pick a role model, I could start unknowingly copying them. Now I have a strong desire to become a cooler and better Younghoon who receives love from fans.

This year marks 6 years since your debut. Is there anything you felt has changed about you since that time?

YH: What changed the most is how I feel about the fans. During debut, I used to think “why do these people like me?”. Of course I’m grateful. But then again, I had released one song as a member of THE BOYZ and was thinking “but will they like it, what can I do to repay them”. Now I’m not that wary. I like the fans very much as well. My relationship with TheBs is that we have formed a bond over time. It’s more than just living up to their love and expectations; now I think “I must give these people reasons to like me”, “they shouldn’t be ashamed to say they’re a fan of Younghoon.”

This is a vague question but to Younghoon, what kind of person is a cool person?

YH: It’s a person with manners. When you see someone being rude (T/N: with no manners), you start wondering [what the person does] when you can’t see it, right? You think “that person must be like that everywhere”. Likewise, a person with manners makes you think “that person must be kind to everyone”. Being a good person isn’t that big of a deal. I think that a person who says “thank you” with a smile after buying something at the convenience store won’t behave like a rude person anywhere else.

Last question. What kind of singer, what kind of person would Younghoon like to be 10 years from now?

YH: A singer who does his best at his job. I want to be remembered as a singer who liked and treasured his fans. I’ll be in my 30s so I’d like to be doing what I want even better than now. If it’s hard, that’s fine. I’ll be happy if I’m in my 30s enjoying doing my best at the things I want to do.

(source; translation may contain inaccuracies!)

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Be Nice Have Fun, 5011 York Blvd, Los Angeles (Highland Park), CA 90042

Party Art Community recently moved and changed names. It looked very cute and cheerful from the outside. The party and stationery store is Latina-owned & operated. The merchandise seems geared towards millennials.

The store is full of cute things, including stickers, gift wrap, greeting cards, party supplies, pens, pencils, notebooks, tote bags, snacks, candles, keychains, air fresheners, trays, crochet animals and food with faces, washi tape, pins, jewelry, personal care, etc.

Things that caught my eye: scratch & sniff Mexican food stickers and crochet spam musubi

The merchandise is on shelves along the wall with big communal tables in the center (where they have workshops). They also have balloons (including installation) and custom party favors. You can check out what they have on their website and online store.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

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Her bubble tea was sweet on her tastebuds as they walked around picking everything they shouldn't eat, but they would still sneak into the hotel and have a feast. After her adventures in Chicago took most of her time, Nari decided to just take it easy for the first few days before she went on to explore the city. There were many things to do, but right now this was really perfect. The cart was already filled with all kinds of snacks and drinks, and Nari didn't hesitate as she reached out for a few bags of honey butter chips to add more to it. 

"I read they had frozen desserts, we should get some for the girls." Maybe some soju would be nice, to stay in and watch a movie or play video games. They were walking out of that corridor when Nari jumped excitedly. "Looki, unnie! They have spam musubi." The dancer didn't wait for an answer, she simply run off toward the deli area. There were many ready-to-go meals, and Nari wanted to pick many of them. "Shit, what about my tea? I only have two hands," she complained.

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My grocery list

I’m putting my grocery list in a blog post so that others can get a specific picture of how the things I buy help save me money and simplify my life. You may notice that some things are in odd categories-I’m not a nutritionist. Also, you’ll probably notice that there is very few premade items, mostly sauces. Hope it is somewhat interesting. There is a copy and paste-able list at the bottom. I have also written a blog post with recipes I commonly use these ingredients in.

Meat

I buy meats that have multiple uses. My regulars are: flank steak, chicken thighs, ground beef (80/20), eggs, and fish. I use flank steak because it is lean and a good cut, but still inexpensive. I like chicken thigh because they are less expensive and more moist than breasts, but just as versatile a protein. Ground beef is good for tacos, burgers, and adding to dishes. I like 80/20 because it isn’t too dry to cook on its own and it is cheaper. Eggs are a great source of easy protein and fairly inexpensive. The kind of fish I get depends on the prices. I always look at the prices so I know when there’s a deal. I don’t buy if there are no deals. I like fish, but it can be very pricey. Especially for meat I would recommend going to a Costco business center or Chef Store. I buy in bulk and portion it into reusable bags. 

Veggies and fruits

Staples: Avocado, Banana, Tomato, Romaine, Apple (Fuji or Gala), Potato, Garlic, Onion, Brussel Sprouts, Asparagus, Broccoli (frozen), Peas (frozen), Corn (frozen) 

Variable: Sweet potato, Blueberries, Grapes, Raspberries, Mango, Cauliflower, Zucchini, Spaghetti Squash, Mushrooms, Sweet Peppers, Carrots, Turnips

Seasonal/Occasional: Ginger, Cherries, Grapefruit, Watermelon, Artichoke, Celery, Pineapple

Spices

Spices accumulate over time and do not need to be purchased frequently. I will list them according to how important/versatile I think they are.

Staples: Cumin, Paprika, Thyme, Rosemary, Salt, Pepper, Cinnamon, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder

Good to have: Turmeric, Fennel, Nutmeg, Cloves, Chili Powder, Cayenne, Red Pepper, Parsley, Chives, Oregano, Sage, Montreal Steak Seasoning, Sesame Seeds

Used sparingly: Cardamom, Seasoned Salt

Carbs

I don’t eat wheat-it just disagrees with me. I substitute pastas with mung bean noodles. We eat a lot of tacos with corn tortillas. I occasionally use rice. I keep walnuts, pecans, almonds, cashews, peanuts (in-shell), and sunflower seeds on hand for snacking, adding to salads, and grinding up to make breadings. 

Sauces

I have a lot of sauces since they keep well. Those include, but are probably not limited to: ketchup, mustard (deli, yellow, sometimes honey), mayo, soy, oyster, Worchester, A1, peanut, sweet chili, tapatio, crystal, lemon juice, lime juice, teriyaki, BBQ, jelly, peanut butter, maple syrup, vanilla flavoring, 

Oils and vinegar

Avocado oil for high heat, olive oil for not so hot, coconut oil, lard for seasoning the cast iron, balsamic (which I also make a glaze from), apple cider vinegar. I keep white vinegar under the sink for cleaning and crafts. 

Dairy

Heavy whipping cream is delicious and can be used in anything calling for milk-watered down if necessary, but milk cannot be whipped. Occasionally fancy cheese for cheese and meats date nights. Dried non-fat milk. Sour cream. Greek yogurt-plain or honey flavor. Butter.

Canned/jarred

Soups, tuna, spam (for musubi), beans (black and refried), enchilada sauce, spaghetti sauce, artichoke hearts, pickles, jalapenos, olives (black and green/Kalamata)

Other

Corn starch, baking soda, baking powder, cocoa powder, chocolate chips, bouillon, tortilla chips, salsa

I just replace these things as they run out. It is a diverse enough list to make many recipes, but small enough that it isn’t too costly nor strenuous to maintain. As I run out of things, I add it to my list. When the list is long enough, or has items that are of greater importance, I go shopping.

Just Lists

Staples:

flank steak, chicken thighs, ground beef (80/20), eggs, fish,  Avocado, Banana, Tomato, Romaine, Apple (Fuji or Gala), Potato, Garlic, Onion, Brussel Sprouts, Asparagus, Broccoli (frozen), Peas (frozen), Corn (frozen),  Cumin, Paprika, Thyme, Rosemary, Salt, Pepper, Cinnamon, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, corn tortillas, mung bean noodles, rice, walnuts, pecans, almonds, sunflower seeds, ketchup, mustards, mayo, soy, tapatio, lemon juice, lime juice, teriyaki, BBQ, jelly, peanut butter, avocado oil, olive oil, apple cider vinegar, heavy whipping cream, sour cream, butter, tuna, beans, enchilada sauce, spaghetti sauce, pickles, jalapenos, olives, corn starch, baking soda, bouillon, tortilla chips

Extras:

Sweet potato, Blueberries, Grapes, Raspberries, Mango, Cauliflower, Zucchini, Spaghetti Squash, Mushrooms, Sweet Peppers, Carrots, Turnips, Turmeric, Fennel, Nutmeg, Cloves, Chili Powder, Cayenne, Red Pepper, Parsley, Chives, Oregano, Sage, Montreal Steak Seasoning, Sesame Seeds, cashews, peanuts,  oyster sauce, Worchester, A1, peanut sauce, sweet chili sauce, crystal hot sauce, maple syrup, vanilla flavor, coconut oil, balsamic vinegar, dried non-fat milk, Greek yogurt, canned soups, spam, artichoke hearts, salsa

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