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jsprnt · 24 days

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Americano PT. 10 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: wrote this in between study breaks, I’m totally spent 😭😭

W/C: 3.523

part nine

"So, uh- do you have any allergies?"

I mutter awkwardly, standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes on Jude as he sits across from me at the kitchen island.

He folds his arms across his chest, raising his head to look over at me.

"Are you planning something?" He eyes me suspiciously, causing a tired sigh to leave my mouth.

"Shut up- answer the question.." I raise my wooden spoon, threatening him.

"No, I don't have any allergies. Is that good enough?" He replies, Brum accent making him sound even more defensive.

"Ungrateful ass.." I mutter, turning around and starting to work on breakfast.

I had slept horribly after last night’s events. I'd reckon- maybe, six hours in total. It was our day off- thankfully, but that didn't mean that I trusted Jude to rummage through my house on his own while I rotted away in bed.

My dad had called earlier, wanting to explain the situation to me clearly without leaving any important details out.

Apparently, last night Jude's place was broken into again. This time, he was at home to actually witness it happen. I'm not sure what transpired between the intruder and Jude. Since, my dad had told me it would be too invasive for me to know.

From what I knew, it was the same person as last time- or how many damn times this had happened. This case had been keeping my dad busy for months now, and it only found a way to piss me off even more.

Either Jude had the shittiest security, or- did he even have security?

"Can't believe I'm cooking for you.." I mutter, hearing the drag of his house slippers against the floor as he walks up to me.

"What are you making?"

I move away, so he doesn't touch me, giving him a side eye as I crack four eggs in a pan.

"Eggs.." I say, moving back when oil splashes up.

"Can you cook?" He asks, eyes moving in between the stove and my face.

"Kind of.." I say, hesitating with my reply.

I knew how to cook the basics. Say, your pastas and soups. Though, I like to think I'm improving every time auntie Carmen comes over to show me how to cook another delicious meal.

"How do you like your eggs?" I ask, raising my head to look up at him. He has a confused expression on his face and his gaze is fixed on me.

Fuck, did that sound wrong?

"More runny or cooked?" I ask, grimacing to myself as I sprinkle salt and pepper into the pan.

"You've cooked it- enough.."

"Oh, okay.." I mentally curse at how stupid I sound, looking away from him.

I quickly plate it up for him, not forgetting the avocado and barely toasted pieces of bread.

Well, too bad for him.

We eat our breakfast without speaking to each other. I can only hear the crunch of my bread and clatter of the cutlery against the plates.

I look up at him when I've cleared my plate, wiping crumbs from the corners of my mouth.

"How long are you staying?"

"Are you trying to kick me out already?"

I give him a look, raising my brows as if to tell him he already knows my answer.

"I don't know- depends on the situation.." He says, rubbing his hands against his gray sweatpants.

I sigh, rubbing my temples in irritation.

"Where's your mom anyway?" I ask, remembering that they literally lived together.

"I made her go back to England for my brother’s games. She's always spending more time with me- felt bad for the lad.." He answers, looking away.

"Last night?" I ask, raising my voice in surprise.

"No, during international break. I wasn't playing remember.."

"Oh- that's good, I guess.." I trail off, realizing we're going to be home alone for a while.

Silence falls in between us, and I begin picking at the loose threads of my old pajama top. It was old, but so comfy to sleep in.

"Okay, uh- let's clean up, and I'll give you a quick tour of the place." I jump up from my seat, grabbing my plate off the table, and walk over to the sink.

I look back when he doesn't get up. I raise a brow, sending him a questioning look.

"What are you doing? Clean up.." I say, waving him over. I watch him grab his plate and cutlery- a comical sight that had me struggling to keep my composure.

He places the plate in front of me, looking at me like he's expecting me to do something.

I step back, folding my arms.

Woah, he looked clueless.

"Do you even know how to do- like the dishes or laundry?" I ask, eyeing him up and down.

"Not really.."

"You're what? Twenty and don't know how to do your own laundry?" I pull a horrified face.

"Do you think it's okay to freeload?" I question, immediately grabbing his wrist to drag him upstairs to the laundry room.

Did he think this was a five-star hotel or something?

"I can't believe I have to drive you there. Why don't you have a license?" I whine, walking into the bathroom and seeing him fix his hair. The array of skincare, haircare and bodycare all on the counter in front of him.

Why did I think that he only used a block of soap and aftershave?

He turns away from the mirror, taking a step closer to me as I passive aggressively grab my toothbrush.

"Why wouldn't you want to drive me?" He questions, his voice full of mockery.

I wet my toothbrush and the blob of toothpaste, starting to brush my teeth as I look up at him.

"Do you know how crazy it looks for a staff member to arrive with a player in her car?"

I mumble, probably half audible, as I spit foam into the sink.

He grimaces at me, and I watch him take a step away from me via the mirror.

"Oh, you're dramatic.." I mumble, running the brush over my teeth again.

"Everyone thinks we're together anyway- does it even matter at this point?"

I freeze, turning to him with white foam dripping down the corner of my mouth.

"That's even worse.." I shake my head, giving him a once-over before starting to rinse my mouth.

"Pre-match meal is at...?" I question, waiting for him to finish the sentence while I dry my hands and mouth.

"Half past two." He replies, making me nod.

"Okay- give me an hour.." I say, quickly running to my room to change and get ready.

It was match day against Granada. Thankfully, after this we got some more days off.

We had to get to the training center early, mainly due the fact that I had become Jude’s private driver.

When my father told me I had to drive him around, I almost fell to my knees in sheer despair, not believing the torture I had to go through.

I didn’t even get anything in return, well, maybe I’d bug my dad for another pretty handbag- or two.

Pre-match meals are usually about three to four hours before the match. Normally, I could arrive very late and still manage to snatch a nice plate, but because of Jude - that wasn't possible today, and probably until he’s moved out of my place.

y/n's only half-way through her 'getting ready' playlist when she hears multiple loud knocks on her bedroom door.

"What?! Stop banging on my door! You don't even pay rent!" She shouts over the music, watching the door handle twist.

She turns away from her vanity mirror, makeup brush in her hand, as she sees Jude walk into her room.

"Who invited you in?" She questions, gasping when he goes to sit on her nicely made bed, wrinkling the fabric.

"Me, you’re taking so-” He begins, but he's immediately cut off when she shouts.

"Wait- shut up.."

She says, turning away to sing along with the song currently playing from her phone.

"We do the things but we know it's wrong

All on my skin, you all in my palm

I sent you a envelope, came with a poem

You possess venom that came with a charm

You get the good out me when I perform

I know the bad in you, that's what I want

And you a baddie, you turnin' me on."

Seems like she forgets he's even in her room, singing along to the Future verse while she dots a good amount of blush on the apples of her cheek.

He sighs loudly, continuing to stare at her from behind. She doesn’t notice at all, now way too invested into getting ready while listening to her favorite songs.

Jude runs a frustrated hand over his face, taking in the way she sings along with the all-too-familiar-sounding song lyrics, hoping she can hurry up soon.

"Do I have to take you home too?" I ask, getting up from the comfy chair I'm in. Following Jude towards the dressing room. Relieved after a 2-0 win against Granada.

The sound of his cleats hitting the floor is loud, and I stop right at the entrance of the dressing room when he stops in his tracks.

"I can call a taxi, probably.."

I search his face for any annoyance or anger, but don't see anything like it. Instead, in a strangely familiar way- his eyes are wide and expressive. He looks more unsure and uncomfortable than I've ever seen him.

"It's fine- we're going to the same house anyway.." I whisper, dismissing his words with a wave.

"I have to go back to the training center though.. Can you stand tagging along with me?" I question, raising my brows in anticipation.

"Yeah, I'll just get freshened up really quick.." He says, stepping inside and closing the door since he was the last player to enter.

After saying bye to everyone, I sneakily walk up to my car. Almost jumping out of my skin when I see Jude already standing at the passenger door.

"What are you- get in.." I sigh, unlocking the door and stepping in.

The ride over to the training center is awkward and quiet, to say the least. I'm not in the mood to look through my playlist- and I'm sure he isn't either, by the way he's busy scrolling on his phone.

I park my car in my designated spot in the staff parking lot, looking over at him.

"Do you want to stay in the car?" I ask, unbuckling my seatbelt, and glancing at him.

"No, I'll come with you.." He replies, stepping out of the passenger’s seat and following me inside.

"I need to leave this bag here.." I inform, locking the car as the both of us walk inside the center.

He doesn't reply, not that it's necessary.

I walk up to the office, still hearing Jude walk right behind me.

"You're following me like a lost puppy.." I mutter, unlocking the door of the room I'm supposed to leave the equipment in.

"Okay, damn, I'll be downstairs.." He sneers, turning away and leaving immediately.

I shrug to myself when he leaves, finishing my business before going down as well.

I shove my keys into my bag, swinging it on my shoulder, then go looking around for Jude.

I enter the meeting room he and other players would hang out in, but don't see him. Stepping out, I look up from the door, walking in and out of the other meeting rooms.

"Where the fuck are you?" I mutter, reaching for my phone to call him, only to remember that I don't even have his phone number.

"Looking for something?"

I almost scream out loud when I hear a deep voice behind me. I turn, trying to not look like the person scared the crap out of me.

Oh, the creepy coworker. How fun.

"No, just dropped off some equipment upstairs.." I quickly say, rubbing my hand against my jeans.

I watch his eyes flicker to the keycard around my neck, which I forgot to take off.

"Coming from Bernabéu, y/n?"

Why did he know my name?

"Yeah, busy day.."

He stares at me, not saying anything else. I mentally hype myself up to say something, maybe to learn more about him.

"What's your name? We've seen each other around, but I don't know your name.” I say, shifting nervously as his blue eyes peer into mine.

"Andrés, fitness department. I'm new.." He says, sticking out a ghostly hand for me to shake.

"Right, nice to meet you. I would introduce myself too, but you seem to know already. How come?" His grip is tight, so I tighten it even more.

Give me a rough handshake, and I’ll break your hand out of pettiness.

"Everyone here knows you.." He replies, there is a harsh, but breathiness to his voice and it causes chills to run down my spine.

I clear my throat, realizing he still hasn't let go of my hand.

"Because of my father, yeah.." I fake a chuckle, trying to pull my hand back.

"No, not because of mister l/n.." My breath hitches audibly at his tone, and I try to snatch my hand back even more forcefully.

He doesn't even flinch, continuing to stare down at me.

"y/n, here you are.." I hear a familiar voice say, breaking out of this weird fucking trance.

My head snaps up, my eyes going wide, when I see Jude stepping out of the meeting room I had not checked out yet.

I use the opportunity to snatch my hand away from Andrés, rubbing my hand to fix my blood flow.

I watch Jude give him a look, death stare imminent when he walks up to us.

"Andrés? What are you doing here, it's late." He says, for some reason, slower than I have ever heard him speak.

"Work, busy.." He answers, trying to speak English with a broken Spanish accent.

Oh, he didn't speak English?

I watch a strange interaction between them, a jumble of Spanish and English. I try my best to understand, but it seems like both men throw in some gibberish too.

Finally, when they're done with their simlish, I'm grabbed by my hand, dragged away by Jude.

"What the hell is his problem?" I exclaim, still feeling my hand ache from the pressure.

"He's been fuckin' weird, don’t like him..” He mutters, walking ahead of me while still dragging me along.

I struggle to catch up with his long strides, his warm palm pressing into mine as he looks back at me.

"You okay?" He questions, stopping abruptly, causing me to smash my face against his arm.

"Ow- not anymore.." I mutter, rubbing my nose in agony with my free hand.

"Oh- shit, sorry.." He spits, his hand still on mine. I remove my hand from my face, raising my chin to look up at him.

"Am I bleeding?" A dramatic question, but you never knew with his rock-hard, muscular- arms..

I blink up at him, feeling his hand come up to my chin. He pinches my face, making me move my head.

"No, no blood- I think.." He breathes out, eyes roaming around my face to check for any blood.

I make sudden, close eye contact with him. His brown eyes catching mine, breath fanning my face.

We stare at each other for a moment. His hand still clearly on mine while he cups my face to look at me.

I realize the position we're in and step back. I eye our intertwined hands, looking back up at him as if to tell him to let go.

He clears his throat, dropping my hand like it's hot, and stepping back.

I decide to pretend I don't give a fuck. Ignoring the drumming of my heart, and grab my car key out of my bag.

"Get in.."

"Smash.." I say, maybe for the 10th time this hour.

"Oh my days, can you stop saying that?" Jude exclaims, a bewildered expression on his face as he looks over at me.

"Can't, it's Michael B. Jordan, and you want me to sit still?" I ask, earning a grunt from him.

"You're unbelievable.."

I ignore him, continuing to drool over the screen while I shove popcorn into my mouth.

"What are you going to do? You're off for four days.." I ask, sprawled out on the couch, in front of the TV.

"I have physical therapy every day, can't leave the city.." He complains, sitting on the couch across from me.

"Oh, how inconvenient- wait, who's driving you?.."

"Don't you worry, I've got someone driving me.." He sneers, folding his arms.

I roll my eyes, going back to watch the movie on the screen.

A hot man could make a boring movie so incredibly interesting.

"I'm not home tomorrow. Will you survive being home alone for the rest of your day?" I question, flickering my eyes back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking my last exam, library helps me focus better.." I stuff another handful of popcorn into my mouth.

"Last one?"

"Yeah, I need to go revise a little." I sit up, pausing the movie, and getting up from the couch.

"Have it.." I shove the bowl of popcorn into his hands, walking up the stairs to my room. Ready for this exam to be over already.

“What the fuck was that.." I whisper to myself, hitting my head on my steering wheel repeatedly. I had long driven home from the library, not caring to step out of the car, parked in the driveway.

I had studied hours on end, but when I was presented with the questions, my brain practically short circuited, causing me to blank out so much information I needed to know.

I'm on the verge of tears at this point. Normally, after the last exam of the semester, I'd be jumping from joy, but the way this exam had gone- I wanted to cry buckets of tears.

I sniffle, wiping my nose with my sleeve. Not caring about the foundation stain left on it, and grab my bag from the backseat. I get out of my car, unlocking the front door of my house quickly.

I expect the house to be quiet, but instead I hear loud music. Old 80s songs, solely about love. Music only I knew auntie Carmen loved listening to while cooking.

I drop my bag at the front door, blinking repeatedly to hide the tears in my eyes. I shrug my jacket off, the December cold had come in full force. Though, to me, nothing was worse than winter in London anyway.

"Harina, say it, young man.." I hear auntie Carmen say in Spanish, a voice following behind her.

"Harina? Harina.." A broken accented voice says. I raise my brows, my tears and worries in the back of my mind now.

Curiosity takes over, and I immediately walk towards the kitchen, where the noises are coming from.

I'm greeted by the sight of auntie Carmen and Jude standing next to each other. Both wearing aprons as they are kneading dough on the kitchen island. Flour sprinkled on the marble as I hear Jude repeat random Spanish words, often getting corrected by my auntie.

She didn't even speak a lick of English. How did they even communicate?

I clear my throat, taking their attention away from the slabs of dough on the counter.

"Oh- you're home.." She smiles warmly at me, beckoning me over with a flour-covered hand.

"What's this?" I ask, stepping closer and speaking in Spanish.

"We're making pizza from scratch, sweetie." She says, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

"With him?" I point to Jude, watching him pound the dough with unnecessary aggression.

"What do you mean? Jude is so good at this, look at him go..” She smiles, saying his name with the utmost affection. He looks up confused, but I ignore him further.

What the hell did he do to make her like him already?

"Your boyfriend is a better cook than you already..”

I pull a horrified face, eyes going wide as my arms fall to my sides. I glance at Jude, noticing that he hadn’t even flinched at the words.

Thankfully, his Spanish classes weren’t so advanced yet…

I lean in close to her, whispering, well whisper-shouting.

“He’s not my boyfriend..” I say, pulling a face. I watch the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles.

“I know, I’m just joking. Your dad called me about this entire situation already..”

“Why would you say that, then?”

“He’s handsome, isn’t he..” She says out loud, making me facepalm.

First, he steals my dad’s time, then my house, and now my auntie?

I look at him, watching him knead the dough, a smirk forming on his face.

I want to strangle him right here and now..

It’s only been a couple days, and this was too much for me already.

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makeitmingi · 5 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 8]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

Yunho had a pep in his step as he came back to the restaurant on Friday morning. He was excited to come back to work so he arrived earlier. Yesterday felt weird to not go into the restaurant to work.

"(y/n)?" He poked his head in. You were alone and had your AirPods on, listening to music as you worked on whatever was in front of you. You hadn't heard him come in. Yunho blinked and stepped forward, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Who-" You jumped back in fear, as if you were afraid of getting attacked. Yunho flinched also, surprised by your fearful reaction.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Yunho fully bowed in apology.

"It's fine. I didn't hear you come in with my music playing." You frowned slightly, removing your AirPods and tucking them away. Yunho cleared his throat.

"Where are the others?" Yunho asked as he went to put his bag and coat in the locker room.

"I told them to sleep in a little. Sometimes, working in peace and quiet is what I need." You replied, mixing the pie batter in the bowl.

"I understand." Yunho nodded. You couldn't help but involuntarily snort at that, did he really understand what you meant? He seemed like someone who likes to surround himself with noise and other people, someone who doesn't like to be alone or for the environment to be too quiet.

"Hang on, let me make a coffee." Yunho said and went out to make himself a macchiato. At the same time, he made you an iced americano, bringing the cups into the kitchen.

"Thank you. Are you hungry?" You asked as you wiped your hands on your apron towel and took a sip before you went into the walk in.

"I guess?" Yunho blinked in confusion.

"I'll make you a sandwich." You came back out with a prep tray of items. You unwrapped the paper and there was a chunk of what looked like beef in the middle.

"What's that?" He came next to you, leaning to see as you used your knife to shave off slices of the meat.

"It's salt beef. Or corned beef. I made it yesterday for Seonghwa and got it ready this morning to give out." You explained.

"Here." You handed him a slice to try.

"Mmm! It's good." Yunho's eyes widened as he ate it. When he thought corned beef, his brain could only think of that chunk of meat that comes in a can. He didn't think that it was the processed version of this piece of meat in front of him.

"This is rye bread, Russian dressing, swiss cheese and sauerkraut. It's like a fermented, pickled cabbage." You showed him each component as you stacked the sandwich.

"Then we grill it to make a sandwich, a reuben sandwich." You pressed the sandwich onto a hot pan until the cheese melted and the bread toasted.

"It looks so good!" Yunho clapped his hands excitedly. When you took it off the pan, you sliced it down the middle.

"There you go, a reuben sandwich." You slid it to him. Yunho took his phone out to take a picture first.

He picked up the sandwich and took a big bite. The crunch of the bread with all the components, the sauerkraut cutting the creamy dressing and cheese, it was amazing.

"This is amazing." Yunho melted, leaning his elbows on the table as he savoured the taste.

As he enjoyed the sandwich, you went back to preparing the pastries and cakes for the day. You would occasionally glance over at Yunho eating his sandwich. Honestly, you had no idea why you felt so much anticipation making the sandwich for him. Maybe because you've been quite amused by his reactions to food so far.

"I'm glad you like it." You said, turning around to mix the muffin batter. Yunho smiled softly as he looked at the back of your head. It warmed his heart that this was you starting to open up to him.

"This thing... sauerkraut? How do you make it?" Yunho asked.

"It's actually really easy. You shred the cabbage and massage it with salt until the water comes out then you let it pickle with it's own natural bacteria and enzymes." You informed.

"So I'm guessing you made this?" He held up a strand of the pickled cabbage. You nodded your head.

"Well, I'm sad that this is my last bite." He pouted, staring at the small piece of sandwich that was left in his hands.

"You can always learn to make it yourself then make more." You replied.

"Speaking of, is there anything I can help you with? Since you're doing this on your own." Yunho straightened up, going to the sink to wash his hands and the plate the he used.

"The boys are coming in 30 minutes. But you can still help." You shrugged. He nodded, going to the locker room to retrieve a spare apron. After tying the string around his waist, he pulled his sleeves up and washed his hands again.

"Okay, chef! What do I do?" Yunho saluted with a big smile as he jogged over to where you were.

"We're going to make the coffee crumb cake. Measure all this into here while I make the crumb that goes in the middle and on top." You pointed on the recipe sheet and all the ingredients he needed.

"I can do that." He grinned and started measuring each component. You had taken out the ingredients earlier so he didn't need to retrieve them.

"Where is the coffee in the coffee cake?"

"There is actually no coffee in coffee cake. It's just meant to go well with a cup of coffee." You replied, mixing the crumb ingredients together with your fingers.

"That's... confusing..." He laughed. You hummed in agreement. You looked over to see how he was managing.

There was a small frown on his face as he checked the weighing scale for each ingredient, he chewed on his bottom lip, focussed on trying to get the exact weight of everything. You could tell he was frustrated when he was even 0.1g over what was needed. He would carefully add and remove each minute amount.

"Done!" He showed you the bowl. You told him which ingredients to put together, standing with him at the mixer to let him add the ingredients in.

"Once the sour cream, butter and sugar are whipped together and it looks fluffy and airy. Slowly add the eggs." You instructed. Yunho tried his best to follow your instructions. He didn't want to mess up.

"No shell." He said proudly, cracking the eggs into the small bowl and adding them in.

"Should I do the flour little by little?"

"Yes, maybe in batches of 3. Lower the speed of the mixer or it will go everywhere." You advised him. He did exactly as told, watching in amazement as he made the cake batter.

"I've never done this before. Or rather, my mum always said I made a mess so I wasn't alloewd to do much." He sighed.

"You've been keeping your area neat so far." You shrugged, continuing to mix with crumb with your hands to ensure you got the right consistency. You tasted it to make sure that the taste and texture wa right before going to wash your hands.

"That's good." You said. You took the bowl from the mixer and scraped down the sides. Then you grabbed the cake tin and layered the two components.

"Let me help." Yunho held the bowl of batter for you to guide it into the pan. After smoothing it, you put a layer of crumb.

"Ooh, like a filling?" He asked, watching you crumble the crumb evenly over the batter.

"Yes, so we cover this with the remaining batter and more crumb." You said, putting more batter on top of the middle layer of crumb. Then you put a final layer of crumb over the top.

You repeated the step for the other cake tin and put the cakes into the oven to bake.

"Morning, (y/n)." Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho came in.

"Hey." You greeted, putting the used dishes together. The 3 were surprised to see Yunho already there with an apron, standing beside you, ready to take on whatever task you assigned. From the flour stains on his apron, they guessed that you had let him help with with whatever you were doing.

"Look at you being so hardworking." Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you to squish you into a hug. You scrunched your nose lightly, body stiff but you didn't push him away.

"Did you sleep?" Seonghwa asked softly, a hand on your head. He didn't ask if you slept well, he asked if you slept at all.

"I did, Hwa. Don't worry. Your salt beef is in the fridge." You informed. Seonghwa's eyes widened in excitement.

"You didn't..."

"I did." You nodded. Seonghwa left you and immediately headed for the walk in. He came back out with the piece of salt beef that you had used earlier.

"See? You should get a meat slicer so we don't have to manually slice it anymore." Jongho chuckled.

"If you can find anymore space in my kitchen to put an industrial meat slicer, go ahead, Jong." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung was still glued to your side, his arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder tiredly.

Yunho watched this exchange quietly. You were really so different when you were around familiar people. Not only were you more relaxed, there was a little bit more playfulness in the way you spoke.

"Okay, get to work." You said, patting Wooyoung on the hip. He went to get his apron.

"What has been done?" He asked.

"Muffins and coffee crumb cake are in the oven. Chicken & leek pie filling is done, pastry has not been rolled out and blind baked. I was getting Yunho started on the financier batter."

"Are you getting more comfortable around the kitchen?" Seonghwa asked Yunho, chewing on a slice of salt beef.

"Thanks for (y/n)!" He replied enthusiastically. You raised your eyebrows at his reply.

"Hwa, stop eating and get to work. You can make your sandwich later." You scolded. Seonghwa laughed and covered the meat back up with the paper wrapping, putting it back into the walk in. He washed his hands and was by your side immediately, assisting you with what you were doing.

"Maybe I should move out of the way." Yunho said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, it's fine. Just finishing weighing all this according to this. Woo, take over the mixing later?" You turned to the male. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up.

"I'm making the brown butter now." He informed, swirling the pan on the stove. The brown butter gives financiers a nutty flavour.

"It smells nice in here!" San came through the door.

"Boss man is working in the kitchen?" Yeosang tilted his head, seeing Yunho working with Jongho by the mixer. Wooyoung nodded his head with a playful giggle.

"Told you guys I can bake." Yunho scoffed.

"Are you sure you didn't just eat the scraps?" Mingi scoffed, coming back into the kitchen with an iced coffee in hand.

"No, that's not true! I'm not like all of you who just samples and eats everything. I actually helped make the coffee crumb cake. Didn't I, (y/n)?" Yunho frowned with a small pout. You nodded in confirmation, stirring the icing for said cake in your bowl.

"Ice and slice." You slid the bowl of icing to Jongho. Jongho picked it up immediately, drizzling the icing over the cooled cake in a zig-zag pattern. Yunho looked on, proud that he helped make that.

"Financiers going in the oven." Wooyoung announced.

"I'll do the bacon and egg danishes." Seonghwa said. You went over to help him with that.

"We should go get the store front ready for opening. Stock the coffee bar with what we need." Yunho said to his 4 friends. The 5 of them went out, leaving the kitchen.

"Hongjoong, I moved the box of milk cartons into the walk in. They were delivered this morning." You informed.

"Okay, thanks (y/n)." Hongjoong smiled and went to the walk in with Yeosang to help him move the boxes of milk cartons out to the front.

"Can I make all of you a drink?" Mingi offered. You still had the coffee Yunho made you so only Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho gave their drink orders.

The 4 of you worked well, like usual, all falling into your own tasks and jobs without having to give too much detailed instructions. Jongho did the prep and final touches, Wooyoung was working on one pastry while Seonghwa did another. You floated between them, helping them or pulling stuff out of the oven.

"You made sure a pretty crimp, Jongho." You chuckled as you pulled out the chicken and leek pies. Yunho liked the idea of a mix of savoury and sweet baked goods to sell.

"I'm going to slice the banana cake." You said, cutting the loaves of banana cake into slices for serving.

"Ready for the counter." Seonghwa told the boys outside. They came in to help carry the completed sweets out to the front.

"Can I try a slice of the coffee cake?" Yunho asked. Jongho cut him a slice and served it on a plate for him. Yunho took a bite and you swore his eyes sparkled.

"I helped make this?!" He asked in disbelief. You nodded slowly, eyebrows raised in slight amusement.

"Oh my gosh! Guys, eat this! I helped make it!" Yunho ran out to let his friends try it. And to possibly rub in their faces that he was able to make something so delicious in the kitchen without blowing something up, unlike them.

"Did Yunho really make help make that? Cause it's actually edible." Mingi pointed to the plate. Yunho slapped the back of his head with an offended frown.

"He did. He measured out everything and did the cake mixing." You replied, wiping down the counter.

You heard Yunho open up the shop and the chatter of customers come in. The boys outside went to work at once, serving customers.

"Lunch will be reuben sandwiches." You said.

"Another of those amazing sandwiches?" Yunho beamed as he overheard your words while he walked in to retrieve more cocoa powder from the pantry.

"Mhmm." You nodded. Yunho grinned and nodded before leaving the kitchen.

"Another? You mean, you made him a reuben already?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded again.

"This morning when he came in early. I let him try the salt beef and made him a reuben. Although, I think he might like the sauerkraut a little more than the actual meat. He's never had a reuben before and was quite amazed by it." You explained with a small smile on your face, remembering his reaction to the sandwich.

"Wow. Look at you having cute moments with our boss." Jongho teased with his arms crossed. You shot him a flat look, rolling your eyes and continuing what you were doing.

"There was no moment. I made him a sandwich. I have been making all of you sandwiches for so long." You said.

"The first sandwich she made me was kimchi and peanut butter." Seonghwa remembered.

"I was 5!" You hissed.

"And so cute. You looked at me and asked me if it was delicious, I had to tell you it was the best thing I've ever eaten." He laughed, patting your head and pinching your cheek.

"You know what, make your own salt beef next time. I'm not going to be nice to you anymore." You frowned.

"Sure, you know you can't help but be nice to me." Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. You and Seonghwa have been taking care of each other for a long time. While you never verbally expressed yourself, you did it through acts of service.

After all the cakes and pastries were done, you all did the clean up. Wooyoung and Seonghwa did the dishes while you and Jongho made sandwiches for everyone.

"I'll start toasting the sandwiches." You stood at the stove. Jongho helped you put the sandwiches on the pan.

"Whew, it's busy out there!" San huffed as he entered, leaning against the wall tiredly.

"Want a sandwich?" Wooyoung offered. San brightened up, coming over to see what the 4 of you were eating. You gave him one of the sandwiches and he ate it.

"What? This is so good!" San chewed and looked at the sandwich that he had just taken a bit out of.

"It's called a reuben sandwich. There's beef, cheese, pickled cabbage and a dressing. And then it is toasted." Jongho said, munching on the dill pickle that he usually had alongside his reuben. It was homemade, made by Jongho himself. Wooyoung and Seonghwa preferred just crisps.

"The beef is nice. The spices is good and it's really smokey." San nodded as he took another bite.

"It tastes better when you use an actual smoker." You chuckled. There was no space in a Korean apartment for a full size smoker so you relied on a makeshift one, using wood chips in your oven.

"Hey! What are you eating without me?" Mingi came in, tired from the Friday crowd. He came over to see what San was eating.

"Woah, that looks bomb." Mingi commented, looking at the sandwich. Seonghwa slid one over to him.

"That's for you." He informed. Mingi beamed excitedly and went to wash his hands before digging into the sandwich hungrily. San looked at Mingi with a smirk.

"Isn't it one of the best things you've ever had?" San laughed.

"It's amazing! What? How can a sandwich be so good?" Mingi said in disbelief, taking another bite to convince himself. You, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho shot each other looks. This was such a genuinely amazed reaction, it was amusing.

"Yunho reacted the same way as all of you." You stated.

"Wait, Yunho's already had one? When?" Mingi and San turned to you in confusion.

"This morning when he came in. I made him one for breakfast." You blinked, taking a bite of your own sandwich.

"And he didn't think to leave any for us? Or tell us about it? See, I told you he was selfish over food." Mingi scoffed at his best friend. San laughed but nodded in agreement.

"Someone is talking about me in here?" Yunho poked his head in. His eyes narrowed in on the sandwich Mingi was eating.

"Is he eating my sandwich?!" Yunho screeched.

"Relax. Yours, Yeosang's and Hongjoong's are here." You pointed to the plates on the back counter. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, no way was he going to share his sandwich, even with his best friend.

"San, if you're done. We need help." Hongjoong popped in briefly. San went to wash his hands and went back out to help manage the crowd and orders. Yunho came in, closing the kitchen door behind him. Mingi looked at him with a raised eyebrow, making Yunho frown in confusion as to why he was being stared at.

"What?"

"You had one sandwich all to yourself this morning for breakfast. Didn't think to leave any of it for us to try?" Mingi asked.

"You're having one now, aren't you? Leave me and my sandwich alone." Yunho scoffed with a pout. They all were like children, fighting over food.

"I share everything with you! You're being selfish." Mingi exclaimed.

"Sorry, Mingi ah. We're best friends but when it comes to delicious food like this, it's every man for himself." Yunho shrugged.

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bikeaospedacos · 14 days

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Pan-Americano de Ciclismo de Estrada terá uma semana de programação

O Campeonato Pan-Americano de Ciclismo de Estrada no Brasil reunirá ciclistas de 31 países em disputas de Contrarrelógio e Resistência.

O Campeonato Pan-Americano de Ciclismo de Estrada no Brasil reunirá ciclistas de 31 países em disputas de Contrarrelógio e Resistência. O melhor do ciclismo de estrada do continente estará reunido no Brasil de 20 a 26 de maio para o Campeonato Pan-Americano de Ciclismo de Estrada. O evento é organizado pela Confederação Brasileira de Ciclismo (CBC) e pela Federação Paulista de Ciclismo…

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triflingthing · 4 months

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What does a typical day of eating look like for you? Love your cooking content!

Never been asked this before lol

On a WFH day I’ll normally start with Greek yogurt, homemade granola, and a fruit chopped in with my moka pot americano (black).

Lunch like honestly whatever I can scrounge up, sometimes pesto eggs, sometimes leftover fried tofu with siracha, microwaved pizza lol, it’s always ✨girl lunch✨ in this house. Not for my partner, who I meal prep for so he eats like a king. I don’t know why I do this either, it’s a mental illness.

Around 3PM I’ll have something sweet with a mug of herbal tea to perk me up!

And then dinner will be whatever I feel like making, slow roasted tomato soup and grilled toasties, eggplant parmesan, buttery, crispy gnocchi with pan fried brussel sprouts, that’s where I give it my all.

Then my goodnight tea and MORE dessert like a few pieces of dark chocolate or an entire birthday cake. Mood dependent.

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odarlingerrado · 2 months

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Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você JAMES THOMAS DARLING. Você veio de NOVA YORK, ESTADOS UNIDOS e costumava ser NADADOR PROFISSIONAL por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava JOGANDO VÍDEO GAME tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser DISCIPLINADO, mas você não deixa de ser um baita de um ARROGANTE… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de O DARLING PERDIDO na história PETER PAN… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

RESUMO : James Darling (Sim, este é seu sobrenome de verdade, uma grande ironia, veja só) era, até pouco tempo atrás, um nadador profissional, natural do Queens, Nova York. Antes de se tornar um Perdido, ele estava focado em treinar para os Jogos Olímpicos. Agora... bom, agora ele está perdidinho da silva em um mundo que ele não entende muito bem, tendo que aceitar que pode acabar se tornando um personagem de conto de fadas caso alguém não conserte logo a situação. Ele está feliz com isso? Não mesmo. Mas ele não vê outra escolha a não ser lidar com a situação.

*Bio completa + curiosidades bacaninhas logo abaixo :)

O ANTES

Se você, caro leitor, se interessa bastante por esportes ou pelo menos gosta de acompanhar as olimpíadas de 4 em 4 anos, então é quase certo que já tenha ouvido o nome James Darling pelo menos uma vez. Membro da equipe de natação dos Estados Unidos, você talvez se lembre. Um rapaz ainda novato, eu diria, pois participou de apenas uma Olimpíada até agora, mas que já está sendo chamado de o próximo Michael Phelps. Tudo bem, isso não é bem verdade. Só ele mesmo pensa assim. A verdade, no entanto, é que ele estava começando mesmo a se destacar, e a olimpíada na França seria sua grande chance de fazer seu nome!

É, você leu certo. Seria, se ele não tivesse se metido na maior confusão de sua vida e ido parar em um um outro mundo, que ele não achava ser real nem em seus sonhos mais loucos. Mas vamos falar sobre isso já já. Primeiro, talvez você precise de um pouco mais de informações sobre ele, até porque ele é um nadador e não um grande jogador de futebol americano.

James nasceu e foi criado no Queens, Nova York. Sendo filho único, sempre recebeu muita atenção de seus pais, o que era bom, porque ele sempre foi um garoto cheio de energia para gastar e precisava de muita supervisão, ou acabaria quebrando a casa inteira (e ele mesmo no processo). Ele também sempre foi bem mimado, afinal, era só ele, mas isso não vem ao caso agora. Sendo tão ativo, era natural que ele se interessasse por algum esporte enquanto crescia e, depois de tentar vários, a natação o conquistou.

Percebendo bem rápido que era disso que gostava, ele passou a se dedicar 100% aos seus treinos. James sempre se sentiu muito bem perto da água, o próprio Percy Jackson, se me permite dizer. Nadar sempre foi sua paixão, e algo no qual ele era muito, muito bom. Começou sua carreira participando de campeonatos escolares, depois campeonatos regionais, estaduais, passando para nacionais e internacionais, até conseguir uma vaga na equipe olímpica dos Estados Unidos.

Não foi bem o maior destaque em sua primeira competição oficial por seu país, mas não fez feio também. Voltou para casa com duas medalhas de bronze e uma de prata, e agora sonha com a de ouro. James treinou como ninguém para as Olimpíadas que estão chegando. Estava completamente focado nisso, quando o livro apareceu em sua vida. E aí, nossa, tudo mudou.

É aqui que a diversão começa.

O AGORA

James ainda está tentando entender como diabos foi parar naquele lugar de malucos. Sim, malucos. Personagens de contos de fada sendo reais? Qual é, que loucura era aquela? Ele nunca se sentiu tão perdido quanto quando se viu preso naquele lugar, só de roupão, touquinha e sunga (porque veja bem, ele estava treinando, ok?). Se lembrava de alguns contos por ter assistido um ou outro filme quando criança e por memes na internet, mas seu conhecimento sobre o assunto sempre foi bem limitado, o que certamente já começou a dificultar sua vida.

Não está muito feliz em estar preso nesse lugar novo, afinal, ele tem uma droga de Olimpíada para participar em pouquíssimos meses e ele deveria estar treinando, não estudando sobre reinos fictícios. Mas já que não tem muito o que ele possa fazer… decidiu não nadar contra a maré. Ou não muito, pelo menos.

CURIOSIDADES:

Nasceu em 27 de Novembro. Possui 1,89m de altura. (O cara é alto). E é bissexual.

Sim, seu sobrenome real é Darling, exatamente como o de seus supostos "novos irmãos”. É uma grande coincidência, ou ironia do destino. Talvez esse seja o motivo de ele ter sido escolhido para esse conto, quem sabe. Ele não tem todas as respostas.

James sempre foi mais inclinado para a Pixar, portanto ele é muito mais familiarizado com filmes como Toy Story, Monstros S.A, Carros, Procurando Nemo, Carros e os Incríveis. Infelizmente, para ele, nenhum desses reinos se encontra presente ali. Que saco, né?

Das princesas ele sabe só o básico e é muito provável que ele se refira a elas como “aquela do vestido azul” ou “aquela do vestido amarelo” e provavelmente vai fazer confusão com todo mundo.

Ele tem uma rotina bem rígida de treinamentos, que consiste em 3 horas dentro da piscina de manhã e mais três à tarde, com uma hora e meia de academia a noite. Em suas pausas, ele costuma cochilar, e jogar videogame com seus amigos para espairecer. Ele vai tentar manter essa rotina de alguma forma, ou adaptar para fazer pelo menos metade disso, ou vai entrar em colapso.

Gosta muito de estar dentro de uma piscina.

Não gostou muito de sua descrição na história, afinal, ele não se vê como o irmão “estraga prazeres”. Ele achou isso um absurdo total (mas… bom, ele pode ser sim um pouco rabugento, especialmente no começo.)

Mesmo assim, ele ficou feliz e um tanto quanto aliviado por ter tido a sorte de fazer parte de um conto mais “normal” (afinal, os irmãos Darling vieram do mundo real, certo? Apenas de outro país, outra época…pelo menos é do que ele se lembra do filme que assistiu anos atrás.), e de ter um papel relativamente importante. No fim das contas, ele podia estar em uma situação bem pior. Ele podia ser a hiena número 4….

O rapaz tende a ser um pouquinho surtado (não agressivo, só de dar uns chiliques aqui e ali quando tá muito nervoso).

O que ele mais sente falta é da musica e dos jogos do mundo real.

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luvrhyune · 1 year

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-; ✧˖*°࿐ AIN’T SHIT . HWANG HYUNJIN .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; after a good gossip session with your best friend, you find out some interesting information about your ex(?) boyfriend.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; best friend! hwang hyunjin x gn! reader

— warnings ; swearing, suggestive (?) not really just stats that you & felix had sex but there’s noting explicit, fluff, angst, embarrassment & humiliation (??), awkwardness (?) idk.

— notes ; i did a part 1 to this, but you can read it as a stand alone.

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you were spending the day with your best friend, hwang hyunjin. the two of you were having your weekly gossiping session. your head snug in his lap as the two of you talked about the people in your classes, the people you both followed on your social medias. you talked about anything and everything.

“i’m sorry. you did what?!” the look of disgust on your best friend’s face pulled you from his lap as you sat up to face him. he took in a deep breath, putting down his iced americano before taking your hands and holding onto them tightly. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to look at you like that,” he looked you up and down, one eyebrow raising as he looked over your figure skeptically, “but why’d you sleep with him?”

you sat up straighter, your answer immediately tumbling out of your lips, "i didn't mean to!" hyunjin dead panned, looking over your figure as if you were an idiot - he did not believe you in the slightest. you groaned, pulling your hands from out of his hold, bringing them up to your temples to softly rubbing over them to soothe your on coming headache, debating if you should tell him or not.

with your decision made, you fell back onto the blonde's mattress with a soft thud. "you're a nosey bastard, you know that right?" hyunjin answered your rhetorical question with a smirk, gesturing for you to continue on with your story. you stared up at the ceiling, all thoughts going back to that night, "i didn't plan on sleeping with him, i'm not sure why i even got into his car." there was a long pause, and for a moment hyunjin was worried you had fallen asleep. you slowly sat up on your side, resting your head on the palm of your hand as you looked over at your best friend, "jinnie... he told me he loved me," you whispered, looking down at the sheets, "he said he's always gonna love me, and want me."

he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you in disbelief, “so that means you get to be a home-wrecker?” his brow rose, asking you a silent question. immediately sitting up, your jaw dropped in surprise. your hands searching for the nearest thing to pick up, which was a pillow, to hit him with. hyunjin squawked, his arms lifting up to his face, to protect himself from your attacks.

“I'm not even a home wrecker!” you huffed, rolling your eyes, crossing your own arms over your chest. you sat back against the wall, further away from your best friend, wanting to keep yourself ‘safe’ from him, “besides, he’s not even dating anyone.”

hyunjin eyed you, “who told you that?”

you sat up straighter, holding your ground against the faux blonde, “he did.”

hyunjin stared at you, blinking and tilting his head as if he was observing you. his blank face turned into a smile - his hand going over his his mouth as he began to giggle. you frowned, watching as his head tilted back, his hand moving away from his face as he opted to clapping both hands together as he started laughing hysterically, “you actually..? you actually believed him?!” you felt your brow twitch, your frown deepening as you sagged your body back away from him to protect yourself from him once more.

“what's so funny?” you pouted, his laughter, not only annoying, but also making you feel self conscious. you refused to answer his previous question, knowing that he’d only laugh harder and you didn’t know if you could take that.

hyunjin sighed, wiping his eyes of any remaining laughter as he calmed himself down. he took a few moments before he spoke, knowing that if he tried to, he’d just end up in laughter again. “my beloved, there was a reason he told you he wasn’t dating that girl.” he took your hands into his after shuffling his body to face yours, his demeanour now completely serious. “if you believed he was seeing someone else, you wouldn’t have gone to see him or want anything to do with him. he knows that.”

you took a few moments to process what he just told you, everything suddenly making sense. “what the fuck?” your best friend watched as your features suddenly formed into a frown, his own forming into one of a sad smile, “i hate him. hyunjin i want to kill him.”

“no you don’t.” the blonde chuckled, letting go of your hands and his position on the bed to stretch. “i was joking when i called you a home-wrecker, by the way,” he looked back at you, hands on his hips as he put most of his weight onto one foot, “it was obvious you had no idea.”

you didn’t reply, your eyes concentrating on the bed sheets below you as you clenched and unclenched them between your fingers. hyunjin studied you carefully. his arms folded against his chest, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes raked over your form, trying you figure you out. he let out a gasp of realisation, pointing an accusing finger at you, “you’re gonna start an argument!”

you let out a sound of faux shock, holding your hand over your chest as if you were insulted, “no!” you dragged out, a smile forming on your face, “i’m just gonna have a chat with him.” you stood, walking past your best friend and towards the door.

hyunjin groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his large hand through his long blonde hair. “just don’t take it too far, i’m supposed to meet with him later tonight.” he spoke giving you the side eye.

“no promises,” you smile widened as you saw his exasperated face, “love you, bye!” you blew him a kiss before slipping through the door.

lee felix was going to have a piece of you mind, how dare he lie to you.

#🤍🌊. luvrhyune #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids x yn #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin fic #hwang hyujin imagines #hwang hyunjin x you

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seedofjoseph · 1 year

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with your dirty mouth full of honest lies

Fandom: (Pre-Canon) Far Cry 5

Pairing: John Seed x GN!Reader

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 1200

John Duncan has every alarm set at 6:00 AM and that includes holidays, weekends, and the morning after.

All of them went off the morning after he carried you to bed a crying mess and put you to sleep in a wet heap. And every one of them was turned off the morning after you confessed your love for him and he punished you for it with tormenting pleasure.

"I smell bacon sizzling," John yawned, shaking his head of all the sleep he got in "And plastic burning?"

"That'd be the brand new frying pan," you point to the plastic wrapping on the counter. "I'm christening the stove."

"And stocking my pantry for the winter," he rubbed his eyes over to the bags of groceries next to the wrappings. "Have I ever been caught walking into the office with a lunch box, my dear?" Grabbing a Red Delicious apple, he wiped it on his royal blue robe before taking a bite.

"Oh, I see how it is," you try on a teasing tone, turning towards him to show off the pan. "His Highness can't digest peasant food like breakfast skillets." You empty the contents evenly into the two plates you set on the table, proud to have turned his empty, stainless kitchen into a messy, lived-in space.

The homeowner wasn't as comfortable inside of it as you were, however. And while the smell of your cooking had gotten him out of bed, this domestic display had made him a stranger in his own kitchen.

"Already ate," he showed off the shiny apple he had yet to finish, following you back to the sink. "I'll stop for coffee on our way back to your place," he looked over your shoulder at the monstrosity espresso machine you hadn't dared touch.

"I was a server, not a barista," you try your best to not sound as bitter as the hundreds of Americanos rich college boys like John Duncan had ordered. "I never learned to use the damn things."

"Shh," he slithered his hand under the collar of his shirt and reached the back of your neck. "It's alright. Shh. I never asked for coffee. Or breakfast. Or groceries." Then, he tangled his fingers into the small hairs there and threatened to pull. "All I asked is that you say 'yes'."

The night before, he asked you to stay. He asked you to stay when you took the emergency staircase when you closed the elevator doors in front of him. He asked you to stay when he caught up to you in the lobby. And you answered 'yes' when he asked if you were falling in love with him.

'Yes,' you answered him. Yes, you were falling in love with him. Between the bacchanals you abstained from attending and he drowned himself in, between the courtroom and back alley deals, and between all the men and women he swam through, you found someone as terrified of leaving room for his thoughts as you.

The morning after, between the blue curtains and white sheets, you let your thoughts wander. You let them lead you to places you knew you had no permission to be in. And you let them settle in your stomach where your hunger for the heavens in his eyes digested faster than your disgust for his silver tongue.

The morning after, between a breakfast that will never touch his lips and the shit-eating grin on his unshaven face, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"And I did," you remind him of the ugly truths he choked out of you, all the while calling you beautiful. "I said 'yes'. To you. To us."

"Then leave these to soak and meet me in the shower," he whispered, drawing your head back and a whimper out of your throat.

You dropped the pan and the spatula but still you didn't surrender. "No."

"What was that?"

"I said no," you grunt painfully as you pull yourself out of his tightening grip. Then, as he blinks at the hairs still tangled between his fingers, you finally swallow the lump and speak clearly: "I didn't say 'yes' to Mr. Duncan, I said 'yes' to John. The real John."

"To me," he twirls your hair in his hand.

"No."

You pushed past him and whatever lie he had lined up died on his lips. And, as you pull his button-up off of your shoulders, you start your shameful walk toward the exit.

The night before, you only had your tears to hide. The morning after, you had purple bruises and red teeth marks to cover up. So you push down your pride as you pull at the knob.

"We're not doing this again," John came up from behind, bracketing you between his biceps and slamming both palms against the door surface. "I haven't even had my coffee yet."

"No, we're not," you snap at him, spinning around in the small space between his torso and the door.

"Then stop saying that," he snorted, but there was no humor in it. And there was nothing of the John you said 'yes' to last night in his eyes. Under the dark hair that fell into his face, his frown clouded the clear blue skies. "And get your pretty little ass in the shower."

"I'll stop saying 'no' when you stop lying," you spit. "You fucking liar."

"Stop calling me that," his nostrils flared.

"Only when you stop fucking lying to yourself, John Seed."

"Stop calling me that," he snarled, slamming his fists against the door surface.

"Yes, Mr. Duncan," your voice shook as you tried switching to the secretary one. "Right away, Mr. Duncan."

"Stop it," he shook all over. "I never lied to you. When I said I wanted you to take the day off, I meant it. When I said I needed you to stay the night, I meant it." Dipping his head, he suffocated himself with your smell, sighing into the side of your neck. "And when I said I can't let you run home crying, I meant I wanted your tears to soak up my sheets."

This John you recognized. You recognized the lust, the gluttony, and - most of all - you recognized the wrath. He wasn't flexing his cheek muscles, or eating bullshit, or dusting off his pain with white powder lines. No, not this John. This John snarled, bared his teeth, and bore his blown-out eyes into you.

If you were at your most alluring while in agony, then he was at his most handsome while uncoifed, unmedicated and unraveled.

"Then get that silver spoon out of your throat and have breakfast with me," you brought your hands to his face, combing back his bangs. "I'll even learn to work that fucking machine if you want me to."

"I won't lie to you," he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

"You better not," your thumbs brushed his unshaven cheeks.

"I don't know how that thing works either," he smiled a small smile. A sincere smile. "And I sure as shit don't know how to make you and I work."

"We're supposed to figure it out together, John," you smile in turn, tracing his trembling jaw. "You already know my answer, but what about yours?"

"My answer," he latches onto your fingers with his lips, kissing the tips, "is yes."

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Pregunta completamente aleatoria. Existe una razón profunda de por qué a Tina no le agrada el gringo? O solo no le agrada porque él es relativamente exitoso y a ella no le fue tan bien? Me estoy proyectando mucho pero pienso que la personalidad de Arthur la tiene Alfred pero más ruidosa y sin el "carisma de caballero" y por eso a Tina no le termina de agradar jaja

Es completamente histórica la razón por la que Tina no se banca al Alfredos, incluso a pesar de los períodos post Guerra Fría en los que se esforzó por acercarse a él y lo consideró su mayor aliado (muy a pesar de su orgullo).

Y es que ella NO SOPORTA la relación unilateral que tiene con él, porque históricamente, siempre la resistió. Desde el siglo XIX, Estados Unidos con su Doctrina Monroe, su Destino Manifiesto, y posteriormente su ideal de Pan-Americanismo, ha pretendido extender su influencia sobre el continente americano y mantener a los poderes europeos alejados de ella. Argentina, por el contrario, siempre priorizó sus lazos con Europa y vio en los supuestos ideales de EEUU una pretensión expansionista más que un sentimiento de unidad americana. Agustina no estaba necesariamente en contra de la unión entre los países americanos, pero tenía sus propias pretensiones y ambiciones regionales, y no confiaba en Alfred.

Sus intereses y modelos de desarrollo eran poco compatibles, y aunque hubieron momentos de cooperación y comercio, por mucho tiempo su relación se determinó más por las disidencias y las resistencias de Argentina que por los momentos de encuentro.

Todo esto da un vuelco luego de la culminación de la Guerra Fría, y es en los años 90s con los gobiernos menemistas cuando Agustina tiene que cambiar completamente su actitud hacia él para alinearse a su influencia, convirtiéndose en una subordinada chupamedias. Esto es absolutamente mortificante para Agustina, que a pesar de todo, conserva en su orgullo y su rencor un profundo desprecio por la situación patética en la que se encuentra. Pero no le queda de otra; mientras Alfred diseña sus políticas de relaciones y ve a LatAm como un conjunto, Agustina se ve en la obligación de enfocarse en Alfred de manera específica. En ello recae la uniteralidad del asunto, a la que, a juzgar por los lineamientos diplomáticos del nuevo gobierno, estamos a punto de repetir.

Alfredo: quién? 🤏

No creo que el Alfredo piense mucho en Agustina más allá de verla como una latina más del montón, que en el pasado supo ser una piedrita en su zapato en cuanto a sus proyectos panamericanos se refiere. No es por subestimar a Argentina, que claramente supo tener su capacidad de mantenerse independiente de la influencia yanqui, pero progresivamente la balanza comenzó a favorecer a EEUU de tal manera en que Tina ya no puede sostener su antiguo discurso, y quedó en el pasado ese país que se consideraba un igual y hasta un competidor por la influencia regional. Todo esto le pesa profundamente a Agustina, y por eso siempre va a guardar rencor.

Me imagino a Alfred capaz de verla como "la p*tita de Arthur" durante la época en que su influencia se había expandido a toda LatAm, excepto a ella, que seguía prefiriendo sus lazos con Europa.

Y posteriormente, también lo veo refiriéndose a ella como "that nazi bitch" en las tensiones provocadas por la Segunda Guerra Mundial, aunque Tina en realidad adoptase una postura más "me rehúso a hacer lo que me obligue Alfred, a mí no me va a andar dando órdenes ese gringo de mierda" que una genuina intención pro-Eje.

El desprecio de Alfred se neutraliza durante la Guerra Fría, más que nada porque EEUU tiene muchas otras prioridades en otras partes del mundo, así que Argentina tiene muy poca relevancia, y en los 90s comienza esa relación unilateral en la que ella tiene que resignarse a acercarse a él porque lo necesita, pero es una más en el montón de los cientos de países que le tienen que chupar las medias.

Así que equis, Tina le importa poco, y solo tiene ideas superficiales sobre ella, porque no es él el que tiene que esforzarse en conocerla y atraerla.

#APH Argentina #reply

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