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nonagesimus · 11 months

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Birthday Prompt 4 - #alfredcritical

Prompted by @dickgraysonwayne

Alfred was used to finding people in his kitchen in the middle of the night.

Bruce, always, though he did tend to take pride in nights he managed to not wake Alfred up. Dick, from the moment he’d come to live in the manor. Difficult to miss, because the boy could never sit still even when he was eating a midnight snack. Jason had been difficult to catch, admittedly, but eventually had gotten to the stage where he’d put on tea for the both of them and wait for Alfred to show up. Tim barely spoke when he was caught, but always seemed quietly happy to see him. Damian had started bringing a sketchbook with him, turning the lights on properly so he could sketch while he ate. Even with the gaps, the times where some of them hadn’t been home, whether by refusal or by tragedy, Alfred clung to it.

He didn’t expect, when he came into the kitchen closing on three in the morning, to see Stephanie Brown.

It wasn’t that she never stayed at the manor, but she was generally shameless about taking food from the pantry before she went to bed so she didn’t even have to leave her room. It didn’t even look like she was eating anything, curled in the corner of the window seat by the small dining table. She just had a mug in her hand. There was a box of Swiss Miss instant hot cocoa sitting on the bench beside the kettle.

He held back a disapproving huff, and simply said, “You could have asked and I would have made you some.”

“I like the powdered stuff,” she said, voice croaky. “It tastes like childhood.”

He made an acknowledging noise. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Nah.” She swept a hand back through her hair, pushing it out of her face. “I’m good.”

She kept watching him as he moved around the kitchen. Elbows braced on the table, both hands wrapped around her mug. There was something calculating about her expression, but that wasn’t something Alfred was unused to. He’d always found it best to wait people out. Even when she started taking purposefully loud slurps of her drink. The mug emptied before he broke, and she put it back on the table a little louder than was necessary.

“Did you ever think,” she said, finally, “That Bruce was just full of shit?”

“Language,” he said sharply, before softening his voice to continue, “You’ll have to specify what you mean.”

“While watching my language?” she drawled. “Big ask.” Her fingers drummed on the table. “Just the whole. Bat thing.”

He gave her a searching look. “Of course,” he said. “When he first came up with the idea, I thought it sounded ridiculous.”

Her mouth quirked a little. “So, what convinced you?”

“I saw the good he could do,” Alfred said, walking over, and pulling out a chair opposite her. “And I saw the good it did him.”

“You mean he used to be worse?”

He gave her a censuring glance, but didn’t comment. “Master Bruce has always been at his best when he has something important to focus on,” he said. “He doesn’t do well if he’s aimless.”

“I don’t believe he’s ever been aimless,” Stephanie said.

“At times,” Alfred said. “Not many.”

“But he really sold you on it, huh,” she said.

“I would like it better if he’d chosen a safer path,” he confessed. “But the choice isn’t mine.”

“Right,” she said. “Makes sense.”

“What brought all this up?” he asked.

“I’ve just been thinking about how it started lately,” she said. “With Damian leaving, and Tim being Robin again. Feels weird looking back.”

“It’s been a long time,” he said.

“We were kids.” Her voice was soft. A line of tension running through it. “I didn’t even realise at the time, y’know?”

Ah. That was it.

“I never would’ve let Bruce take any of you out if I didn’t trust him with your lives. I believe,” he said solemnly, “With every fiber of my being, that Bruce only has the best of intentions for all of you.”

“Oh sure,” she said. “Intentions. They always lead such fun places.”

“I know how hard he works to protect you all,” he said. “When you let him.”

Her face was unreadable. “When we let him,” she said.

“You hardly make it easy on him,” he pointed out. “Even so, he’s better with you all out there alongside him.”

“Well, if he’s better,” Stephanie muttered, and he gave her a stern look.

“Are you trying to imply something?”

“Of course not.”

She pushed herself out of the window seat, picked up her mug and rounded the table to get back to the bench. Busied herself washing her mug out. Alfred stood, but just watched as she left it on the drying rack, and turned to head out into the hall.

“Ignore me, Alfred,” she said, on her way out. “I’m just thinking too much.”

#dc fic #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #batfam fic #somehow this one was so hard to write even tho i have so many alfred critical emotions #ended up just being stephanie having a middle of the night kitchen Revelation and choosing not to rip the shit out of an old man #god bless #birthday prompts #my fic

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greypetrel · 9 months

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Can I have 🍄 and 💦 for Aisling, Raina, and Alyra? :3

Of course you can! :D

Tis the ask game

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

Aisling: She's a sweet tooth. Her ultimate favourite thing is lemon custard cake, or anything with citruses. Or anything sweet with a memory linked to it. Embrium buds (sweet as per my headcanon) because she and her big brother ate them together, cookies because she... Well, Sera bakes them and she helps her cooking. Nectarines are her favourites too, she says they "taste like home" because she always ate them with her clan. She is a bad cook, can cook a couple of very basic things that will keep herself and others alive, but only on a campfire, and it's not anything you'll remember. Put her in front of a stove, leave her unsupervised and she'll either set the kitchen on fire, make the oven explode because "stuff wasn't cooking so I got impatiens and helped it with magic". Invent a Rage Demon to blame for her lack of talent.

Raina: Cotton candy because Malcolm used to buy it to her at festivals, to cheer her up when she was sad, and just to make her smile. She gets emotional for cotton candy. She loves Orana's cooking, and particularly how she makes tomatoes and her bruschette. Orana always makes one bruschetta more, and that's always for Raina because it's her favourite. She maybe could learn to cook, but has not the patience for it. She can cook only ONE thing and that's the "Grand Hawke Stew". Which was Malcolm's idea to convince Leandra that they won't starve after they ran away and stayed a family tradition. It's basically a soup made from "whatever is in the pantry at that moment, pour everything inside". Raina somehow always manages to make it taste nicely. Even if you see her pouring a whole jar of peanut butter inside. She really has no patience for anything else, maybe she can grill, but baking? Nope, she's terrible.

Alyra: Halla cheese. It's not something you find in human settlements, she's not so sentimental but she misses that and makes her feel good. She has a soft spot for Alistair's prized grey lamb soup. She is a soup girl. Something warm and earthy, full of herbs, and she'll settle down with a smile. It reminds her of home, it reminds her of the Blight and of meals shared with her friends. Soup is nice, soup is a warm hug. She is the best cook of the three, she'll tackle cooking as she tackles everything else in her life: methodically and with a purpose. She'll get a recipe and follow it, add some spices of her own, measure timings precisely. She'll get you nourished and she'll get you happy with what she serves you. She'll be better at cooking than at baking, but purely because she strongly prefer savoury dishes to desserts.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Aisling: Already answered here!

Raina: In canon I saved both twins. It's not that I don't like starting it with a death, it's just... I saw Leandra blaming Hawke and that was a little unsettling for me. Again, Raina is the blorbo I accidentally poured too much of me into (except I can cook and I can bake and am still learning knitting) and... Again, see Aisling, I'm ok with the drama, but there's a couple of things that... Are too much. That thing is something I'm deeply uncomfortable with and I think she would have come crushing down way before the ending of Act 2 with that on her shoulders as well.

Alyra: So, this is basically me not thinking through things when choosing dialogue options, LOL. But basically: Alyra facing the Landsmeet and saying that oh no I'll be the Queen, Alistar we can marry. In front of everyone. And Alistair needing to remind her that eh. You know. Wrong ear shape. That's... Not something I would have personally dismissed so easily as a writer, necessarily (maybe keep the option open to work through it... I'm speaking of years of machinations to make it plausible for everyone, and only available as an options on certain conditions, but still.). And realising it wouldn't have been a feasible option... That is basically Alyra's core fear condensed into one wrong dialogue choice, I kept it out of trust to my game but eh. I don't think she would have done it and in that shitshow that is the breakup with Alistair if you make him king and aren't a Cousland... That is the one thing I'd spare her, LOL. (Instead I'm evil and we keep it.)

#oc soft asks #aisling lavellan #raina hawke #alyra mahariel

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fruit-salad-ship · 2 years

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You said you were more of a trekkie and I just...

Dotaku Island as a deep space research station (maybe with a seed vault?). Peach is a botanist and has a massive greenhouse/biodome situation. I don't think Grey's work changes much. Plum is the Starfleet liaison and gets extra tension with Peach bc she represents the "authority". Rumor has it that Peach has a Vulcan sparing partner. Just... Space Shenanigans.

Peach - "don't screw with forces you do not understand" and everyone thinks something really bizarre happened but really she was trying to program a replicator while sleep deprived and it made all the food taste like cold spinach until it could be fixed. Grey will remember this forever.

Peach’s role as a doctor was wildly untrusted due to her partial Klingon appearance. Though its very distant, and somewhat subtle next to a full blooded Klingon, the ridges on her face are impossible to miss, and many who enter the med-bay are somewhat unnerved the first time they realise the active medical chief is linked to a traditionally combat-driven race. She takes great pride in her heritage and trains a lot in physical combat, but chose a more peaceful job role due to her ridiculous blood pressure and stress levels. Her medical training got directed down botany and toxicology, important when staff come back from new planets, and totally gets her out in the field to take samples and document new species, which she loves way more than the paperwork and desk days. Her role often extends to field medic/battle medic.

Plum is a perfect diplomat, half vulcan, half human, a total know it all, arrogant and egotistical, she shares more traits with her human mother than her vulcan father, and seems to feel very disconnected from him and his history, often questioning her place in the family due to how different she seems from the others. shes no good at mind melding, and practices a lot to improve. Much to her annoyance Plum has to answer to those higher in rank than her, ie. Peach, amongst many others. This endless power struggle leads the pair to argue constantly. Once or twice they've been known to start bar fights in their recreational time, taking swings at each other when provoked. Plum is endlessly having to patch relations after very effective but rude trips to the medical bay, where people from various planets and colonies end up confronted with peach, who takes zero shit. Though hindered by the rest of the crew, Plum is very good at her job, and seems to hold a quiet dignity in the presence of higher ranking officers and visitors. Her diplomacy is widely discussed, and when handling new contacts, she's the first to be called to make sure things go smoothly. Knows her stuff, a bit of a nerd when it comes to researching other cultures. Can be high-key paranoid.

Grey is the most humble of the pair, a Bajoran engineer with a mind for tinkering, endlessly adjusting his creations, sometimes for the better, sometimes...not so much. His ability to creatively problem solve has kept his at the top of his field aboard the ship, and many younglings fall under him to learn. His lessons are patient and informative, but sometimes things do explode. He enjoys the moment to head off to the medical bay and get sassed by Peach, sits and waits while she patches him up, knowing she'll keep him and his students in one piece no problem. He'll see calm and collected for the most part but is a bit jittery thanks to all the blasts and burns received in his work, he'll air on the side of caution and often berates Peach for her reckless choices, not that it seems to land her in hot water much. He likes to take holodeck trips to the wild west and pretend to be a rancher, sometimes he'll trek on horseback up a mountain and observe wildlife. His love for nature leads him to Peach's lab, a botanists wet dream, the only place on the ship with fully functional healthy greenery, that is free to take over the space as much as possible. You can get lost in her department thats for sure!

The trio blow off steam fighting in the holodeck together, plum has great aim with ranged weapons, and took the fencing simulations in her academy days and so has a finesse to her. Peach is the opposite, using devious unfair tactic and brute force. Grey is strong enough to take a hit sure, but too nervous to dish it out, unwilling to risk hurting the other two.

#i for one need this #and to binge watch a bunch of the show #fruit salad #brainrot

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outeremissary · 1 year

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Tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43. This... made me realize how much I really just haven’t been doing things while my living situation has been like this. :’)

Last song: I was fairly sure I’d come out of this looking cool because I listened to a bunch of Volbeat this afternoon, buuut checking my YouTube history the very last thing that can be confirmed (since it doesn’t track songs listened to in playlists) is We R Who We R by Ke$ha. No idea what exactly I was listening to in that playlist but I can confirm there also wasn’t Volbeat there. I was so, so confident that it was going to be Fallen.

Last Movie: Uhhh. It actually might be Crimes of the Future. I was much more motivated to watch movies while living with my ex, and right now I just never seem to have two hours where I’m like “yeah, I’ll watch on thing while alone.” Crimes of the Future is the only thing I really remember seeing after then, and it was only because I was invited by family. I didn’t like it. I expected not to like it but I disliked it in ways I did not expect. But also I had the unlucky timing to leave the theater immediately before the climax and I missed... the whole scene. Oof. Anyway, I wouldn’t watch it again. I keep trying to set aside time to watch either Wendell and Wild or We’re All Going to the World’s Fair. I need a horror buddy so I can watch intense things again... I can’t do it alone :’) My ex suffers a number of “you should have been here so we could see [x]!!!” messages.

Last show: Chainsaw Man! Once more I am lagging enough that I don’t get to participate in Chainsaw Chuesday. I’m still not sure how I feel about this adaptation, but I’ll give it that it does have a really unique vibe. At any rate, good anime and if you’re enjoying the anime you should really read the manga (it’s a quick read) to really appreciate the differences and also get the Muscle Devil scene we were robbed of in episode two. But anyone who’s anywhere near anime right now knows all of this already. I hear the anime had Kishibe this week. I’m so excited to see my favorite fucked up teetering on the brink of death murder grandpa onscreen.

Currently reading: Uhh, The Herbalist’s Primer by Anna Urbanek. Does that count? I feel like it doesn’t count. I have a small pile of things I need to get to on the floor, but I keep forgetting to throw them in my backpack to take to work.

Favorite color: Blue or purple, depending on my mood. Deep shades of either though.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy (as you can see this is the first bit I actually copy pasted): I dunno, savory? I like spicy things too though, and to me a lot of my favorite spicy stuff is also savory or even sweet. I hate sugary sweetness though. Odd considering my love of chocolate and candy but true. My biggest complaint about sweets is when chocolate is overpowered by a gross sugary taste. Recently the cookie shop I sometimes visit has had this problem... I started visiting them specifically because their cookies weren’t as sickly sweet as the other shop in town.

Coffee/Tea/Cocoa: Cocoa. No contest. I love a good, rich hot chocolate; I’m very picky about tea and I can’t stand coffee (though it’s a lovely baking ingredient). Recently when I’ve tried to get hot chocolate at a cafe they’ve always been sold out though... How does this keep happening! Whenever I look for lemonade in the summer it’s the same...

Craving: Even though I’m full from eating an unwise amount of dinner (tomato egg curry my beloved), I want the yogurt with the chocolate chunks I bought earlier....... Wait. I’m starting to sense a theme in the food answers.

#wow talking about myself it's like blogging for realsies #tag game #long post #hm. it's a sort of personal post. so I think I can file it under #rambling

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morganaspendragonss · 2 years

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lost at sea, swimming back to shore (3/?)

i never said this was going to only be three chapters what are you talking about tk parts by me, carlos parts by @tarlos-spain! ao3 | 1.1k | self-done first aid, (incorrectly) presumed character death

His eyelids are so heavy.

All of his muscles ache fiercely and the open wounds that must be littering his skin scream as sand mixes with salty water to create a burning agony. His body wants nothing more than to sleep, and his brain is struggling to come up with reasons to resist.

There’s nothing to fight against anymore, no waves throwing him around like a rag doll, no fear or panic to keep him awake. He can just lie here, feeling the ocean lap at his legs, weighted down by exhaustion and his soaked clothes, and let the darkness carry him away. It would be so easy, so simple…

But—

“Good morning, husband.”

Carlos’s face, lit up with a smile as they stand at the chuppah on their wedding day.

The taste of salty tears on his lips as they kiss as husbands for the first time.

The squeezing of a hand, the warm weight of their bodies pressing together, the whisper of his voice in his ear.

“I do.”

TK’s eyes snap open.

He has to survive.

TK is alive, Carlos is sure of it; he can’t let himself be carried away by fear and that little voice in his head. TK is somewhere, alive. He’d fallen from the boat, but he’d been able to find…something, anything to hold onto. The sea has to be full of stuff, and TK had found something and now he’s safe, or at least back on land, and he’s trying to get in touch with him.

He looks at his phone again; he checks it every minute, every few seconds, waiting for a message or a missed call — even a post on Instagram. Anything that would give him the hope he needs to believe that TK is okay.

But there’s nothing, just like the other hundreds of times he’d checked.

“Mr Reyes.”

Carlos looks up, his untouched coffee and plate of food still lying in front of him. “It’s Strand-Reyes now.”

“Pardon me, sir. The captain has decided that we need to keep going. We’ve been searching the area for a long time and there’s been no sign of your husband.”

“You mean TK is dead?”

Carlos looks at the man in front of him. He must be a couple of years younger than he himself is and he isn’t to blame for anything, but Carlos needs to take his emotions out on something, or, in this case, someone.

“No. It’s possible that the current took him in any direction, and there are lots of small islands around here. It’s possible that—”

“Can’t we go to those islands?”

“Mr Strand-Reyes…”

Carlos nods. “I know. We don’t know where TK could be and the cruise can’t waste more time on a wild goose chase.”

He stands up and walks out of the cafeteria. He’s tired of this corner of the boat, tired of people treating him as though he’s made of glass, and, what’s more, he just wants to go back to his cabin. If Carlos could have his way, he would lock himself inside.

He showers but, though he’s exhausted — and looks it — he doesn’t want to get into bed. He doesn’t want to sleep or dream; he doesn’t want nightmares. So, after what feels like an eternity, he puts on jeans and a hoodie, not realising at first that it’s one of TK’s. The smell of his husband makes him cry, and so Carlos hugs his legs and lets himself go for a while.

After, more tired than before — if that’s even possible — he picks up his phone again. No news is good news, right? Or, at least, it’s not bad news.

He thinks about calling Owen, but immediately thinks better of it. What could he tell his father-in-law? How could he tell him that TK might be dead somewhere in the middle of the ocean?

Then he thinks about calling his mother, but that’s not a good idea either. Calling his mother would mean more crying; crying until he falls asleep, until he accepts that he won’t see TK again.

Instead, he does something even more stupid. His phone is full of photos and videos of TK, so Carlos lies down on the bed and starts to scroll.

“You’re alive, TK, I know it, I can feel it. I’ve always known that the day you…the day you don’t come back to me, I’ll feel it. Something will change inside me and I’ll know. Today is not that day.”

In theory, TK knows how to make a splint. Improvising is half of his job; he wouldn’t be where he is now if he didn’t know how to work with what he had.

But there’s a difference between tourniqueting someone else’s wound in mid-air with a coffee pot, a seatbelt and a prayer, and splinting his own broken leg, alone, with whatever else washed up on the beach with him.

It’s a gruesome wound, and TK also knows how to deal with those — but not when it’s his bone sticking through the skin of his leg, and his blood turning the sand red underneath him.

His hands shake as he gathers everything he can reach from around him, the thought of moving more than necessary sending a rush of bile up his throat. He spits up on the sand and takes a moment to close his eyes and breath deeply, trying to mentally prepare himself for what comes next.

But no amount of preparation in the world would be enough, as TK quickly finds out when he tries to put his leg back in place. He can’t keep himself from screaming, though he supposes it’s one thing that can’t hurt — maybe it’ll attract someone’s attention, though, given his luck so far, TK doubts it. He fights through the pain to start wrapping the water-logged remnants of his clothes around his leg.

Then the hard part, though it’s not like it’s been a cakewalk up to this point. TK doesn’t even know if he’s going to be able to do this, but he has to if he wants to see Carlos again.

That thought is the only thing keeping him going, the only thing that gets him through sandwiching his leg between two soggy pieces of driftwood and securing it with some fishing net he’d almost torn his fingernails off trying to untangle.

The effort leaves him dizzy, black spots dancing in his vision, and TK has to fight hard to keep from passing out. His entire leg feels like it’s made of liquid fire, the pain across the rest of his body a mere bruise in comparison. There’s no doubt about it though; he’s in bad shape everywhere, and he needs to get help soon if he wants to get out of this.

So, despite the agony, despite his leg, despite the blackness threatening to consume him, TK grabs a stick and levers himself upright.

He wobbles slightly, vertigo almost overpowering him, but he manages to stay on his feet.

TK takes a deep, shaky breath.

And then a step.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #lone star #911ls #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #cowritten #userjillian #useream #tusererica #tusersilence #usermbg

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wild-houseplant · 2 years

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7, 21, 33

Henlo anon, my delightful friend :D :D :D :D I am very late with this I'm sorry! Hopefully the answers will make up for my tardiness! Taken from this prompt list. Hope you're having a gorgeous day, you super cool mystery bean! I'll stick these under the cut, because it's fair to assume I may rabbit on a tad. I presume these are for Rhodri and Zevran but feel free to let me know if you'd meant for Tank and any/all of the Kirkwall polycule!

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

They absolutely would, BUT! I do believe Zevran would have to expand a little on the 'just because' reasoning and emphasise that said fort need only be large enough for them to crawl into.

Otherwise Rhodri would miss the whimsy of it and start planning for a cushioned fortress, racking her brains for how to make squashy scaffolding, and it would probably be about the size of a mid-SES family home.

Like 100% it'd be the wickedest and most badass pillow fort you ever did see if that happened. But if Zevran's in a Fast and Ridiculous mood, which he can be from time to time (especially, Rhodri has noticed, when it's about to rain or it's a full moon), then this fort needs to be built today, sans building code regulations and supports. It will collapse on them as soon as they're in there, damn it, and they're going to like it. With that made clear to her, an intrigued Rhodri gives the Yes Dear nod and they set to work.

21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

Oh, both of these are Rhodri's job. She defends both of their honour and patches both of their wounds. Zevran doesn't care for the inequality would rather be able to defend her honour when she's present, but doing that would make her lose face and it'd undermine her position as the head of her family. It'd be nothing less than humiliating for her, and she'd be very hurt by the gesture, his good intentions notwithstanding. That'd be way worse than any insult someone could throw at either of them, so Zevvo ends up swallowing it and letting her handle the matter whenever she's there to do it. If it's just him on his own and someone insults her, though, then he breaks both their arms at the elbow.

Also, Rhod handles the injuries because mage. Zip zap, and your internal organs are back in place. Good stuff.

33. Who's the better cook?

Oh, Zevvo. No question. In fact, I imagine he likes to cook; it's something he enjoyed doing in Antiva. The low-level recruits didn't have access to the freshest ingredients, so he had to get creative to find ways to make them taste really good-- and he succeeded. I like to picture him occasionally whipping up something he used to enjoy cooking/eating during those days, or to try recreating a beloved dish from a street vendor.

And, well. Rhodri isn't super big on receiving gifts or favours or kind deeds from him in general, because "it's not his job to do that," BUT. She'll accept things from him if it's something they can enjoy together, because to her mind, it's for him first and foremost and any benefit to her is purely immaterial. She's a fool but what can you do.

With that in mind, Rhodri has a very, very soft spot for Zevran's cooking. He's fun to watch cooking, fun to listen to. He often sings while he cooks, and he'll get her to dance with him when nothing needs his immediate attention. He's excited, he's concentrating, and so very at ease with himself the entire time, and it fills her heart fit to bursting to see it.

And look. The food's great. Made with love and a proper amount of spices (read: lots). And for some reason, he always overcooks, and she gets a helping of her own Every. Single. Time. She loves it. Waxes lyrical about it, and then finds fifty different ways to show her gratitude that he shared his food with her. Then Zevran's heart is fit to bursting. I think those memories, over time, make the kitchen one of his favourite places to be. Enough that they probably spend less time in the living room or office and just bum around in the kitchen (until the staff shoo them out, anyway). So easy to please, god bless them. A stack of pancakes and it's bliss on a stick for the rest of the day.

#Thank you for the ask friendo nintendo!!!#This one really had me thinking #Rhodri Amell #Zevran #Dragon Age: Origins

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james-fun-in-the-sunderland · 1 year

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Erm general questions

Fave food

Fave activities and why

Cuddler?

Scars? From what?

Type?

Favorite people

Type of humor

hi hello my bestie im gonna answer these for vicky bc he was on my mind

Fave food

vicky LOVES a good steak (he likes it cooked medium rare in case anyone asks), his mom would always make steaks on special occasions and so not only did it taste SUPER good to him but he always associated it w good times :) he has never tried to grill up som steak himself bc he knows it wont taste as good so he goes to nicer restaurants on special occasions to get some steak!

Fave activities and why

I feel like i barely ever talk abt it but vicky LOVES to sing and play guitar! its like the second part of his whole thing, he also collects records and in general loves to collect good sound systems to listen to music! hes always loved music ever since he was a kid and looked up alot to like singers and bands and stuff bc he saw that as like ... peak lifestyle, exactly what he wanted to be and do when he grew up... he tried to break out and become some kind of singer songwriter but nothing ever went through and when his daughter was born he basically gave up that dream but he still sings and all of that bc it makes him happy :)

Cuddler?

YES.... INTENSELY. his boyfriend gets his cuddles in FULL FORCE !!! hes very touchy and will sort of passively cuddle his bf when theyre just like . doin nothin. just standing next to each other he'll have his arms around him n stuff (note this does NOT happen in public places bc vicky HATES pda but in their own home and in private moments he is INSUFFERABLE) hes also very cuddly with his daughter! he would OFTEN fall asleep w her on his chest when she was littler c: shes also a cuddler bc of this ofc

Scars? From what?

oh boy does he have scars, i have a whole section on his ref sheet for his scars

(i put it in here twice so that the post doesnt KILL dashboards w how long it is lmao)

i also have alot of like explainations for some of em, the burns on his arm are from when he went to dispose of some evidence for a boss and was a BIT fucked up (drunk) and so he didnt notice there was some lighter fluid that got on him until he already lit the fuckin match (hes a lil dumb <3)

the scar that goes across his stomach and on his arm was when he was doing a hit and thought the person was dead but they WERENT they were tricking him so when he didnt expect it they could slash the fuck outta him and get away (he still ended up killing them in the end but it was a GOOD try <3)

his facial scar, his most noticable one since the rest he tends to cover with clothes, was from when he got fucked up on alot of stuff and went for a drive during the WORST period of his life (he had SEVERE depression man he was NOT doing well) and he ended up hitting a pole at like 100 mph and of course didnt have a seatbelt (this was in like the 60s so .) so he flew out the window and MIRACULOUSLY was not hurt outside of alot of bruises and small cuts along with a shard of glass getting stuck in his face as he skidded scross the pavement like a skipping stone (which is what caused the huge scar) he doesnt like people to ask about it bc he finds that part of his life embarrassing (guy doesnt like having emotions :/)

HI EDITING BC I REALIZED I MISSED THI s his missing pinky got cut off as a punishment from a boss he had <3 not much more developed than that as of rn

Type?

i am GUESSING u mean type in like dating partners... in which case ... i havent really thought abt it! i suppose he likes people that are different from him! smaller, got more meat on their bones, more thinkers rather than impulse type people like he is, also hairy-er people. he doesnt grow body hair and i imagine the first time he kissed his bf (who has a beard) he was like AHHHH OK . I GET IT. I LOVE THIS

mostly i think he also really loves people he can do things for... like people he can care for... hes terminally someone to has to be doing things for people (as long as he agrees w the things bc otherwise he wont!) his bf makes sure to give him stuff to take care of w him (he has chronic pain in one of his legs and used to just rub some pain reliever on himself but now he and vicky have a whole routine in the morning w it :) )

Favorite people

his boyfriend abel and his daughter rosa! they are his EVERYTHING.. like literally if he lost them he would PLUMMET back into the depression he had when his mom died but EVEN WORSE bc he prides himself on taking good care of his daughter, if he worries about her its all he can think about, rn in universe shes being held hostage for him to do a job and hes WORRIED SICK like she is ALL he is thinking abt rn :(

Type of humor

oh he would definitely be called problematic . i wouldnt say he has an offensive sense of humor but its for sure darker than usual, growing up as a bully who took quite a bit of joy in suffering will do that to ya :/

#rev lore #OC: Vicky Love #CHRIST i wrote alot 😭 have fun reading all of this LMAO

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bakugouxall · 2 years

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Kacchako Week: Day 1-Festivals

I wrote a bunch of stuff for kacchako week and then life got too busy, so I missed. So I thought I would post it here.

Katsuki sighs, wiping the sweat from his forehead, one hand on his hip, taking a small break. He hates days like this. Hot, loud, and full of people. Festivals just aren’t his type of thing.

In fact, they are the exact opposite.

But festivals are where the money is at, for people like him. His food stand has been doing pretty well. People really like his cooking, especially little kids.

(He doesn’t know why. He’s not a fucking kid person, but the little demons seem to like him for some strange reason.)

Huffing, he cleans his utensils as he calls to the front of the stand. “Kirishima, how are we doing?”

“We’re going to need more okonomiyaki. And we’re running pretty low on takoyaki,” the redhead yells back from where he’s taking people’s orders.

Katsuki scowls. It’s great that they’re so popular…but as much as he absolutely loathes to admit it, Kirishima is better at making okonomiyaki than Katsuki is. It drives him insane that no matter how much he practices, he can’t get the same taste.

Which means, they’re going to switch positions. Katsuki’s ultimate nightmare. He hates taking orders.

But for the good of the stand.

So they move around. Katsuki grabs the pad and pen, taking a deep breath. “What do you want?”

“Could I get yaki imo?”

The voice is light and airy. Katsuki looks up and is met with the roundest face he has ever seen. The woman that stands before him is short and a bit on the chubbier side, with light brown hair and brown eyes that nearly sparkle.

She’s wearing a yukata, light pink with little red flowers scattered around.

She’s beautiful.

“Uh, excuse me?”

Katuski blinks. “Uh. Right. Ok. You want yaki imo?”

“Yes. I’ve heard that you guys make the best.”

Katsuki nearly puffs out his chest. “Of course. Because I’m the best.”

She snorts. She’s quick to cover her mouth but Katsuki can hear it. He frowns. “What, you don’t believe me, Cheeks?”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Cheeks? Do you give all your customers rude names?”

“Only the ones that insult me to my face.”

She purses her lips. “You know what? Fair. I’m sorry about that. I truly meant what I said, though. I’ve been told you guys are the best. I can’t wait to try your food.”

Katsuki huffs. “Be sure to tell others about us once you get a bite.” He winks. “Because I personally guarantee that it’s going to blow your mind.”

“Oh yeah.” She leans forward. “What do I get if you're wrong and I hate it?”

He leans on the counter, smirking in her face. “You won’t.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Because I am.”

“Ahem.”

They jolt, breaking away from each other. There’s an older lady standing behind Cheeks. She raises an eyebrow. “I would like to place an order.”

“O-of course.” Katsuki looks back at Cheeks. “I’ll get that order out for you…uh-”

“Uraraka. Uraraka Ochako.” Uraraka smiles at him. “And I hope you prove me wrong.”

Katsuki feels his chest give a solid thump. He tells himself that it’s determination to not let this ruin his reputation.

“You’re fucking on.”

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #ochako uraraka

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drvitaltips · 1 month

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Is it bad to eat rice every day?

Rice is the backbone of meals for a huge chunk of the world. A steaming bowl of rice is comfort food across so many cultures. But these days, with so many diets telling us to cut carbs, it makes you wonder...is rice actually good for us?

Forget the fads for a second, let's dive into the real deal about this pantry staple. We'll look at the good stuff inside, how to make it part of a balanced diet, and some cool history about this grain that's been around FOREVER. What's the Power Inside Rice? Think of rice like your body's favorite gas station – it's mostly carbs, which are basically fuel for all the things we do. Each little grain packs an energy punch. But, there's more to rice than just quick energy – let's check out the two most common types: - Brown Rice: The Whole Grain Champ This is the complete package – it's got the bran (the outer layer), the germ (the nutrient-rich core), and the endosperm (the starchy bit in the middle). This combo makes it a well-rounded food. The bran has lots of fiber, which helps you feel full and keeps your digestion happy. The germ is full of healthy fats, vitamins, and minerals. Brown rice is like having a personal trainer and a nutritionist in one tiny package! - White Rice: The Speedy Energy Boost White rice has the bran and germ removed, so it cooks faster and is super soft. Think of it as the sprinter of the rice world – a quick burst of energy, but missing some of the "staying power" that brown rice has. Still totally fine to eat, just don't make it your only source of carbs. https://youtu.be/RSLSnSbKrZY Rice and You: Finding the Healthy Balance The truth is, no one food should be the star of every meal. It's all about variety! But the good news is, rice can absolutely be part of a healthy diet. Here's the key: - Mix and Match: Think of rice as the base of your meal, then get creative with toppings and sides! Here are some ideas: - Beans or lentils + rice = complete protein power! - Toss in tons of colorful veggies! (check out a super simple recipe at https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/collection/vegetarian-stir-fry-recipes) - Add healthy fats like avocado, nuts, or a drizzle of olive oil. Yum! - Portion Control: A fistful of cooked rice is a good portion for most of us. It'll fill you up without going overboard on the carbs. What about Blood Sugar? Here's where it gets a bit tricky. White rice gets digested quickly, which can make your blood sugar spike. Not great if you're watching your weight or have diabetes. - Brown Rice to the Rescue: The fiber in brown rice slows everything down, so your blood sugar rises more gradually. - Can I Still Have White Rice? You bet! Just remember – it's all about balancing it with lots of veggies, protein, and healthy fats. Rice Through the Ages Get this – scientists think rice has been around for over 10,000 years! Pretty wild, right? Here's a fun fact: People started growing rice in Asia way back then, and farmers have figured out how to grow it in so many different climates, from swampy fields to dry areas. It just shows how important (and tasty) rice is! Grandma's Rice Wisdom Okay, time for a little story. My grandma makes THE BEST rice. She grew up in India, and there was always a pot of fluffy, fragrant rice cooking. Her secret? She rinses it really well before cooking to get rid of extra starch. Plus, she adds a pinch of salt to the water, which makes the rice taste even better! Rice FAQs: Your Questions Answered Let's clear up some of the common questions about rice: - Is rice gluten-free? Yep! So if you have a gluten intolerance, rice is a safe bet. - What's the deal with arsenic in rice? It's true there's a tiny bit of arsenic in rice (and other foods) because it's in the soil. But, don't stress too much. Eating a variety of grains and rinsing your rice before cooking helps lower the amount you get. - Is rice okay for athletes? Definitely! Carbs are fuel, especially if you do endurance sports. Brown rice is great for long-lasting energy, and white rice is good if you need a quick carb boost before a workout. - Can I reheat rice safely? Yes, BUT there's a right way to do it. Cool cooked rice quickly, store it in the fridge, and when you reheat it, make sure it's steaming hot the whole way through. The Takeaway: Rice is Still a Winner So, should you ditch rice because of a few diet trends? Definitely not! It's all about moderation and making smart choices. For most people, brown rice is a great source of nutrients and fiber. White rice is fine too, but just enjoy it alongside other healthy foods. If you have diabetes or have to be extra careful with blood sugar, definitely talk to your doctor. Rice is more than just a side dish. It's a food that has connected people for centuries. There are so many unique and delicious ways to enjoy rice all over the world. Let's take a quick trip across the globe:

Rice Around the World – Taste the Adventure! - Asia: Where it all began! Think fragrant jasmine rice from Thailand, sticky rice enjoyed in many East Asian countries, and long-grain basmati rice from India. There are countless amazing dishes to try! - Latin America: Rice and beans are like the peanut butter and jelly of many Latin American countries. It's simple, but so delicious. And you gotta try arroz con pollo (chicken and rice) – a classic! - Europe: Italy's risotto is a creamy, dreamy dish made with special short-grain rice. In Spain, they make paella, a giant pan filled with rice, meats, seafood, and a ton of flavor. - Africa: There are so many unique rice varieties grown in Africa! A West African favorite is jollof rice, cooked with tomatoes, spices, and often meat or fish. So vibrant and tasty! Did You Know? Fun Rice Facts - There are over 40,000 types of rice grown around the world! Mind-blowing, right? - Rice paddies help the environment. They provide homes for all sorts of creatures, and even help reduce greenhouse gases. - In some cultures, throwing rice at weddings is a tradition wishing the newlyweds good fortune! "Rice is a gift from the gods, a food that gives strength, wisdom, and a happy heart." Ancient Chinese Proverb The Bottom Line: Enjoy Your Rice! Rice is a fantastic source of energy, especially for active people. Remember, brown rice packs more of a nutritional punch overall. Mix rice with all sorts of other healthy foods, watch your portion sizes, and savor all the delicious ways it can be prepared. If you have specific health concerns, it's always a good idea to check in with your doctor. Don't be scared away by diet fads. Rice has been a staple food across the globe for centuries – and for good reason! Celebrate the diversity of rice dishes, try new varieties, and make it part of a balanced and joyful approach to eating. Key Takeaways - Rice is a good source of carbohydrates – your body's favorite source of energy! - Brown rice is the most nutritious choice, thanks to its fiber, vitamins, and minerals. - White rice is perfectly fine to eat in moderation. Just mix it with other healthy foods. - Portion matters! A fistful of cooked rice is about right for most adults. - People with diabetes or blood sugar concerns should talk to their doctor about the best way to incorporate rice into their diet. Disclaimer: The information provided on this website is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article

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orcashiki · 3 months

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Food log

Pictures and musings of the food I ate for the past week.

On Tuesday, I went to this Indian curry place. Apparently a colleague judges how good the place is not by their curry, but by how big their naan is... And the naan at this place was huge. It was really fluffy, too. My only regret was that I couldn't finish it.

For dinner, I went to a tempura place with more colleagues. There was a bar where chefs would put freshly fried tempura on your plate, but we sat at a table as the bar was full. They gave us a salt plate and a pot with tentsuyu to accompany the tempura, as well as some miso soup and rice. Unfortunately I had a terrible headache from jet lag, so I couldn't stay long. I'd like to go again.

On Wednesday, I started eating in the cafeteria. There's a lot of variety but it doesn't change too much from day to day. I had tonkatsu and rice today. It's really funny, but I think my favorite part of the cafeteria is the drink machine. It has options for water, barley tea, and something else that I can't remember. You can pick hot or cold as well. Maybe I'm biased towards barley tea...

There was a company event for dinner, so I wasn't able to grab any pictures. There was so many people, the introvert in me died inside a little bit. It was mostly catering, so there wasn't much that was interesting. I still had a headache, but I tried my best to stay and social network until the end. I really felt like an adult, working hard at that salary-man life hahaha...haha...

Breakfast on Thursday was an orange jelly cup! I was really excited for this, since for some reason the American version tastes a little different. This one tastes just as processed and canned as I remember. It's perfect.

Obviously the jelly wasn't enough for breakfast (although I really wanted it to be), so I got a sandwich later when the convenience store opened. This one was actually three triangle sandwiches put into one bag, so I ate them separately. I feel like the ones I had in Taiwan were more like three-tiered sandwiches, where it's just one sandwich with 3 layers of stuff and 4 things of bread. I wonder if it's different now.

Lunch was soba. I realized too late that I didn't have enough money in my prepaid card, so I got the cheapest possible thing... and still ended up paying with my foreign credit card. It looks like if I'm in a pinch, I can maybe fallback on foreign cards, but of course the best case is to just charge the prepaid card and spare myself all the anxiety. That aside, the soba was good! It was very barebones, but something about the little tray underneath it makes it so much better.

I truly am living that salary-man life. I got conbini bento for dinner the first chance I could. This one is char siu rice with fried chicken and shioyaki soba. The microwave here looks more like a TV with all the buttons on it, but it has a preset for conbini bento which seems pretty... conbini... :^)

I'm sorry.

Friday breakfast was strawberry jam and margarine bread with milk. Apparently margarine doesn't taste like anything. I'm pretty sure I've had margarine before, but this tasted like bread with strawberry jam, even though I could clearly see something that looked like butter. I'm very confused.

Friday lunch was saba... mackerel I believe? With tofu and some greens. I'm surprised it took me this long to grab a small plate of greens, considering it's basically my life blood. That and rice, I guess. A meal is not a meal until I've had starch, and when in doubt I will definitely go for rice. Or noodles, if it's cold.

Friday dinner was yet another conbini bento, demi-glazed omurice. Conbini bento is actually really good for what it is. If you think about it, it's basically a TV dinner. I've had family size TV dinners in America and still felt hungry, but the conbini bento's have been very filling. Whether they're actually nutritious is another thing.

Saturday breakfast was Tuna mayo onigiri with houjicha. I missed you, conbini onigiri... It's so good, and so cheap...

Saturday lunch (and dinner) was a mackerel bento that had a surprise half croquette and a piece of tamagoyaki in it too. The vegetable side was gobou... which... I personally don't really classify as a vegetable. It doesn't feel like a vegetable dish. I don't feel like I'm eating vegetables. It feels more like a root, like... I dunno, carrot with more fiber.

I was also very curious, so I bought this juice box of vegetable juice. I hated it. I am also pretty confident that I've bought and tried the same thing out of curiosity before, but my brain must have deleted that memory. There are ways to make vegetables taste good, and vegetable juice is not it. Tomato juice is fine on its own, but when you mix grass (not even spinach or some type of leafy green, but GRASS.) and raw carrot in, it is not a good experience. I finished it, because I missed vegetables and I didn't want to waste it, but I hope I actually remember this time so I don't get it again.

If you've read this far, congratulations! Thank you for reading my ramblings about food. I had an eventful Sunday, so I'll write about it in a separate post. As a sneak peek of what happened, I charged my phone twice and my earbuds three times.

I hope you stay happy, healthy, and safe.

#rambles #food #food log #life blogging

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Hiii! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but how about a rafe fic where he is super sweet and gentle and just soft with the reader in private but an asshole once their in public? Just angst and a lil but of fluff and rafe being rafe, if that’s not too much to ask!

Facade ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst. Not the ending everyone’s expecting (I think)

A/N: I’m extremely sorry if this isn’t my best work but thank you for 700+ followers wtf ily <3 finishing all requests in my inbox this week!

“Don’t leave me yet,” Rafe groans. He places his arms around her waist, snuggling close. Her scent of strawberry wafts into his nostrils, and he closes his eyes against her warmth.

“Work.” she mumbles, and tries to stand up again. But Rafe does not let go, still holding onto her skin as if on his last breath, and she lets out a chuckle at the adorable sight.

“I can pay you twice the amount you’re working for right now,” he says. He finally let go of her, and slumps into the vacant pillows that she had slept in a few hours ago.

“I know, and I won’t give you the satisfaction of doing so,” she smiles, and take the chance of freedom to walk towards the bathroom. She checks the naked boy on top of the bed from the mirror, her heart soaring.

His boy.

She kisses him on the cheeks when she’s finally done, swiping her thumb on his pink lips as he whimpers softly in his sleep. She kisses him again, this time on the lips, for good measures.

(Y/N) never really like the restaurant in the country club, because it’s full of impolite kooks and bratty tourists. But money is money, and she’ll never say no to a good sum of them.

She sighs, clearing another dirty table all while thinking of Rafe in his room. Her insides suddenly beam when his kisses slides through her memory, and she wishes the clock would turn faster.

She slides in the empty back room, pulling her phone out from her back pocket and tapping on the top name of her contact. Her fingers glide effortlessly, her mouth forming a smile.

miss you.

Three seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Disgusting.

Rafe: Miss you more :)

She wants to go back to him as soon as possible.

The door behind her back open before she can stuff her phone back in, and she struggles to appear busy as the manager peek his head in.

“What are you doing here? It’s full house. You got a table.”

(Y/N) look up to him, trying to pretend like she wasn’t just skipping some time to text her boyfriend, and nods.

Okay, maybe not boyfriend. She’s not completely sure. They never really certify anything, but whatever’s going on between them is definitely something more than ‘friends’.

She sighs again, picking up a menu before heading towards the group of friends sitting at the long table by the golf course.

“Hey, welcome to—”

Oh my god.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N), right?”

(Y/N)’s attention snaps back to the blonde boy sitting next to Rafe, and she gulps before nodding slowly. “Um, yeah.”

“You work here?”

Is he stupid?

She refrains herself from rolling her eyes, “Yes.”

Rafe scans the menu, not looking at her, and she feel a tug at her heart. Why is he pretending not to know her? She’s not expecting a sudden hug or a kiss on the lips; she’s thinking of something like a goddamn smile.

“Might come down here often, then,” the boy laughs, and the others follow him. Except for Rafe. “What’s the best order here?”

“Pasta,” she mumbles. He’s still looking at the menu, clearly trying to ignore her piercing stare.

“Which one?” The blonde sighs, flipping through the menu. “You got bolognese, carbonara—”

“Aglio Olio,” she answers quickly. He can choke and starve for all she cares for ruining her day like this. Why would he need her opinion on this as if he has never tasted on every single dish on this menu?

“I’ll take that one,” he smiles, and peeks over her arms. “Did you write that down? Can I see it?”

What a fucking cunt.

“That’s it?” She asks, tilting her head to one side. She takes more orders from the other boys, but there’s only one left.

She looks up to him, and finally, he meets her eyes.

“What’s the best soup here?”

Really?

“All of them are good,” she answers, biting her tongue. She never told Rafe before about her workplace, and they had agreed on that, but she did not expect this kind of treatment once he finally found the answer.

“Is this how you treat the customers?”

What. The. Fuck.

(Y/N) bites her lips, and suppresses her groan while the other boys laugh. “We have the best mushroom soup.”

“I’ll go with the mushroom soup, please.”

(Y/N) scribbles down ‘mushfuckingroom soup for the asshole’ down, and gives out her fakest smile. “That’s it? I’ll come back shortly with your food.”

“One more thing—”

(Y/N) turns to them again, still holding onto that smile, “Yes?”

“Try to be nicer to the customers sometimes. That way, we’ll tip you bigger.”

She stalks off, not knowing that person under the same skin she caressed and kissed this morning.

. . .

Rafe bites his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing the call button for the 17th time tonight.

He sighs when the operator comes on, and throws his back against the mattress again.

Okay. Maybe he was mad at that time. She never told him where she works, and he assumed her workplace to be some kind of a hipster cafe with cats for decoration. He didn’t know she would be serving in the restaurant at the country club.

He texts her again, groaning.

Pick up the phone

Helloooooooooo

The typing notification pops up, and he waits excitedly for her reply. After a few minutes, the notification disappear. He grunts again, and goes straight to his contacts.

He presses the phone against his ear, waiting for her voice to say something; to listen to his pleas and to come back to his arms. He misses her so much, more than anything else in the world.

“Stop calling me,” she says.

He sits up straighter, feeling his blood rushing throughout his body. “Hey, how are you?”

“How’s the mushroom soup?” She mocks, and Rafe raises his brows.

He sees it clearly now.

“Are you mad about that day in the restaurant? I wasn’t even talking shit to you like Topper—”

“Really? The whole ‘bigger tips’ thing? Was that necessary?” She asks, her voice breaking.

Oh god. “It was a joke!”

“Yeah? Congra-tu-fucking-lations, Cameron, it’s a funny one,” she says, and Rafe can hear her slowly distancing voice.

He panics, “Don’t end on me. Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that you won’t tell me where you work, and it appeared as a shock to me.”

That’s the dumbest reason (Y/N) had ever heard. She feels like laughing and crying at the same time, because this is exactly the problem;

Guys like Rafe Cameron would never want to be with a girl like (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

“Suck my dick, asshole!” she yells, and slams the phone down.

Rafe pulls the phone away, his face contorting in anger, and his shoulders slump. He should’ve known better.

It’s just that. . . he’s afraid of what the others would think of him if they knew about him dating a pogue. Ward didn’t take it well when Sarah ran off with John B, and Rafe assumes he would be feeling the same way about (Y/N).

Why does life have to be so fucking complicated all the time?

Two days after, Rafe heard about a party in The Cut, but nothing from (Y/N). He know he’s fucked up big time, and he’s content to make it right with her again.

He doesn’t like stepping his foot onto The Cut, only going to the other side of the island to meet Barry for his medical issues, and sometimes to see how Sarah is doing.

But he’s driving down to the strange place again, so determined to see his girl one more time.

The party is in an abandoned warehouse, and from the outside, Rafe can see how loud and huge the party is. He sighs, thinking about the amount of time he would be wasting to find her whilst going through the throng of bodies.

But he wants to see her and touch her more than anything.

No one seems to notice him, Rafe Cameron, the Kook prince yet, and he’s hoping to keep it that way until he can pull (Y/N) out. Not one person back in Figure 8 could know about his presence in the party, what more the reason he’s there in the first place.

It’s easy to notice her. Black top, denim shorts, and (H/C) hair flowing from her shoulders. He stalks forward, extending his hand, but stops when he notices the boy beside her.

JJ fucking Maybank.

He balls his hands into a fist, and watches the way she laughs at a joke by JJ.

He takes his phone out, dialling her number, and stares as she grabs her phone out of her pocket. (Y/N) sighs, sliding the call button to the left, and keeps it in her shorts again.

Oh.

Meet me outside

Now.

(Y/N) pulls her phone out again, contorts her face at the texts, and finally look up. Her eyes scans the whole area, trying to find a particular brunette. . .

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks, touching her forearm.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, holding a finger up, and heads straight towards the exit.

Her shoes crunches against the gravel as she tries to look for Rafe’s jeep. She stands there alone, crossing her arms, and groans when she realises that he must’ve been tricking her.

Rafe slides his arms around her. “Hey, princess.”

She yelps, pushing him off and looking straight into his eyes. She relaxes when reality hits her, but stiffen again when reality hits her again.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Her cold voice rings into his ears, but he misses her too much to care.

“C’mere,” he says, extending his hands. “Missed you.”

“Fuck off,” she announces and stalks away, only to be pulled by Rafe’s arms again. This time, she stays in his arms.

“Sorry,” he mumbles against the top of her head. “I’m sorry I was such a dick to you.”

She stays silent, trying to put up a wall between her and Rafe, but it’s near impossible. She misses him a bit too much too.

So she lets him pull her into his jeep, and whatever feud they have before dissipates into the air.

He kisses her on the lips once in the car, and when she pulls away, he groans.

“I’m not going to let you go with just a kiss after 2 weeks,” he says, inching closer to her. She gives him a sly smile, knowing exactly what he’s trying to tell her, and closes the gap.

He pulls away again after finding his hands under her top, and points to the back. She shakes her head, smiling.

“Come on, you missed me too much to say no.”

. . .

Maybe he should say something to his friends to stop them from harassing her.

But he’s glued to the spot, watching as Topper taunts her.

“You lied to me,” Topper pouts, “The Aglio Olio isn’t that good.”

She looks at Rafe, hoping, wanting, longing for him to say something. Anything.

He stays shut, scanning the menu.

“Sorry. Would you like to order anything else?” She sighs, spelling a big ‘fuck you’ on the top of her notepad.

“Do you come with the menu?”

She looks at Rafe again, waiting.

Say something. Please.

She smiles, “I do.”

Topper smiles and the other coos. (Y/N) watches as Rafe’s jaw tightens, and she goes back to her dirty work.

Two can play this game, Cameron.

“Give me your best food, babe,” Topper smiles, and shuts the menu. “Anyone else? Rafe? What do you want to eat?”

She waits. Say something about us, Rafe, please.

“Can we change for another server—” he says, and raises his hand up. “Hey, yo, you, yeah, you the manager?”

Logan gives (Y/N) a warning look before putting on a smile for Rafe, “Yes, sir, is there anything I can do?”

“Can you call someone else to take our order?”

This is way too far. He’s taking this way too far—

“Did our (Y/N) say something?” Logan asks, still smiling. She knows he’s seething inside, and she hates Rafe for putting her in this position.

“No. I just love for a better view.”

That feels like a hard smack across the face. Her throat starts burning, and she can feel her tears slowly appearing.

“That’s no problem, sir, I’ll get you another server—” Logan looks around, “Kate! Yes, c’mere.”

(Y/N) looks at Rafe again. His eyes meet hers, but there’s nothing behind his gaze.

Coward.

She reaches for the cold water on the table, her head’s so light she can literally faint, and splashes the brunette boy so quick that he stands up immediately.

“Asshole,” she states, and turns to Logan. “I fucking quit!”

. . .

Rafe Cameron is 100% an asshole.

She used to think of so many counterattacks to that statement, but there’s zero now.

She hates Rafe Cameron will all her heart, and wishes to never see him again.

He tried contacting her a few times over the week, to which she ignored heavily. She never thought he would stoop so low to preserve his title as the ‘Kook prince’.

To hell with that.

She would never treat him like that, and she’s just so clueless as to why he said all those mean words to her.

He kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. “My baby. So fucking perfect.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, hearing his soft whimpers, and laughed. She watched the clock ticking, and sighed.

“Forty minutes until I’m off to work.”

Rafe groaned, “Stop talking about work. Work with me.”

“As what, idiot?” She laughed, gazing at him lazily. “As a fuckbuddy?”

He sat up straighter, his face contorting in anger. “You are not my fuckbuddy, okay? Stop saying that. God, I will never do that you.”

She smiled, and leaned to kiss him against his chest. She trailed her lips up to his neck, and stopped right behind his ear. He shivered, biting his lips.

“And I’ll make you mind one day, (Y/N), I will,” he whispered.

Now that’s the biggest lie of the century. She gets it now;

The night dates in the most unknown places, like a fancy restaurant in a fucking town 2 islands away from Obx. Not wanting to hold hands or to be posted on her Instagram.

Why had she been so stupid?

“Fuck,” she groans, laying her back against the pillow.

Rafe Cameron is embarrassed to be seen with her. Something like that.

All the sweet things he would say to her in bed is nothing but a tactic to get into her pants. And she allowed him. God.

“You’re a stupid fuck, (Y/N),” she cries, and bites her lips. And she thought he would be the one—

Riiing! Riiing!

“Stop calling me!” She yells first thing when she picks up the phone, trying to stop her voice from cracking. Like always, she failed.

“Yo? You good?” JJ’s voice rang through the phone, a hint of worry in his voice. “I can call you another—”

“No! No, J, it’s fine, I thought you’re someone else,” she sighs. “What’s up?”

“Wanna come down to the beach with me tomorrow?”

“And do what?” She sighs. She doesn’t feel like swimming in the water, or watch JJ swim, or search for dolphins (JJ told her before that there’s dolphins in Obx), or anything, really.

She wants to sleep.

“Surfing,” he answers, like it’s a fact. “Come on, you got the whole summer to practice surfing. Let’s start with asking the hottest guy in Obx to coach you.”

(Y/N) slapped him in the face, giggling ferociously. He picked her up, twirling her around, and when she least expected it, he jumped into the water with her in his arms.

They resurfaced, still in a laughing fit.

“God, Rafe, you’re an asshole,” she laughed, pushing his chest.

“And the hottest guy in Obx.”

She bites her lips, thinking of the memory, and clears her throat. “Maybe not surfing, J, but I’ll come down anyways.”

“Okay to me,” he says, and (Y/N) can imagine a smile playing on his lips. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Night, J.”

She sighs, and shuts her phone off.

Whatever Rafe did to her disappears into thin air when she arrives at the beach and see JJ with two surfboards planted in the sand.

He grins at her when she comes close, “There you are. Thought you bailed on me.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to surf, J.”

“Since when?”

She groans, “Like. Right now.”

“Nah, come on.”

Maybe JJ’s right. She gives him a nudge every time he tries to hold her, but he’s patient. He waits until she’s more comfortable before helping her up on her board, and when she topples over from the small wave, he lets out the biggest laugh.

And she completely forgets about the fight with Rafe for the whole hour.

“God. You’re a dick.”

JJ smiles, stabilising her board again. “Try again. You can call me a dick once you will not fall over a small wave.”

And she tries again.

By the time the sun sets they were laying right next to each other, just admiring each other’s presence and not saying anything.

She likes it like this. No secrets.

“(Y/N)?”

She hums in response, leaning on her elbows for support.

“You deserve someone a lot more better than Rafe.”

“Don’t talk about him,” she sighs, and closes her eyes.

When (Y/N) told the pogues about Rafe the night after the incidence, they were all fuming with anger and hatred towards the brunette boy. But (Y/N) doesn’t have an ounce of hate in her for him, even after all the hurtful things he said to her.

What an idiot.

“I can’t watch you get hurt again,” JJ says. “I care about you.”

She looks him properly now, watching as the golden light illuminates his handsome face. “I know, J.”

They lay in silence again, staring at the blue landscape of nothingness.

“There’s someone out there who will treat you better.”

She looks at him again. No. No.

“Yeah?” She laughs, trying to give him the idea to stop right now and not make it any complicated for her. She loves him, more than anything in the world, but not in the way she feels for Rafe.

He’s her Laurie to Jo March. Nothing more but a best friend.

He scoots closer, feeling her warmth. “Yeah. Look around, (Y/N).”

She inches away, “J, I’m not looking for anyone. You know that.”

“Except for Rafe,” he mumbles. “Is that right?”

“He’s different.”

“Why, (Y/N)? He treats you like shit, is embarrassed to be seen with you—”

“Okay, J, fuck! I get it, okay? But I’m not looking for anyone. I’m just not. Leave me alone!” She groans, throwing her arms into the air exasperatedly. She doesn’t need another boy in her life right now.

JJ’s right. Except for Rafe.

“I’m leaving,” she says, grabbing her tote bag and stuffing all her belongings. “This is a mistake.”

“(Y/N), wait—” he tries to hold her, but she flinches away. He crosses his arms, “Let me drive you home at least.”

“I can walk.”

“It’s getting darker. Come on, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“A drive back home, and that’s it, J,” she warns, and sets for the black bike a distance away.

The ride towards her small home takes a few minutes on the bike, and all the time she’s sitting behind JJ with her arms placed on his shoulders for balance, they didn’t exchange any words. There’s an obvious awkward dome between the two of them.

“I’m sorry, J,” she sighs, stepping away from the bike and handing him the helmet. “I didn’t mean to lash out on you.”

He smiles grimly, not saying anything.

The engine roars back to life, and he looks at her again; standing with her hair slowly drying and her shirt still sticking to her body. He looks away.

“J?” She calls, placing her hands over his. He raises his brows at her, waiting.

She places a soft kiss against his lips, so subtle yet meaningful to him, and pulls away after a few seconds. She rubs his cheeks slowly, and gives him another kiss on the cheeks.

“Sorry, J,” she whispers.

JJ smiles softly, and runs his thumb over her cheeks.

Maybe in another lifetime.

“(Y/N)?”

Their heads turn towards the voice behind her figure, and (Y/N) swears her heart stops.

Rafe looks at her and back to JJ, his mind connecting the puzzle, and he nods.

“Wait, Rafe!”

JJ tugs on her wrist, his eyes begging. “Leave with me. Come on.”

She looks at JJ, and then back to Rafe, and she hopes for some kind of a way to get out of this. She groans, and pulls her hands away. “Go, J. I don’t need you.”

And that’s enough to hurt the blonde boy.

“Rafe!” She yells after the boy walking to his jeep, but he continues to walk, ignoring her.

She lurches forward and grab his shoulders, turning him to face her. She looks into his eyes, looking for any sign of love for her.

“Rafe, it’s not what you think.”

“Yeah? Were you trying to give him a CPR or something?”

She holds him in her hands again, “No, Rafe, I swear. I was just. . .”

But there’s no proper way to explain why she had kissed JJ. Was it because she feel bad? But why would she kissed him?

“Yeah,” he nods, prying his hands away.

A sudden wave of anger courses through her, because the boy who had hurt her did not just make this look like it’s her entire fault. She pushes him on the chest, and his back hit the car door.

“What the fuck?” He yells, glaring at her.

“So what? You’re making me look like the fucking bad guy now? After all the shit you said to me in the restaurant?

He laughs dryly, “Of course you would point this back at me. Hey, hey, look—” he cups her face, “At least I didn’t kiss anyone.”

She pushes him away, “It doesn’t mean anything! And you’re not my fucking boyfriend.”

He licks his lips, “Yeah. So let me go.”

She pulls him to her again, “Don’t fucking run away from me like this! You didn’t even apologise!”

“Because you won’t pick up my calls!” He yells back, throwing his arms into the air. “You want to fuck JJ fucking Maybank? Then go.”

“Maybe I do want to fuck JJ, Rafe, because at least he’s real. This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” He taunts, staring at her left hand placed directly on his chest. “Then fuck him. You don’t need me.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, watching as her chest heave. “I can go to Kie too, you know, to make this even.”

“Yeah? Would you embarrass her in front of your friends too?”

He shrugs, “No.”

She grits her teeth, knowing that he’s just trying to get under her skin.

“I hate you.”

He turns her over, so she’s facing him, and inches closer to her ears. “You don’t.”

“I do.”

He laughs again, pressing himself against her, and Rafe blames the heat of North Carolina in mid July for the sudden tingling in his stomach.

“I hate that stupid smirk on your face right now, and I’ll do anything to wipe them off.”

He presses a soft kiss against her cheeks, feeling her brush against him, and let out a soft whimper. “Okay.”

After 2 weeks of not seeing her, all he wanted was to talk to her at her house, after all the calls that she didn’t pick up. But when he waited for her to come back from God knows where and saw him getting off JJ’s bike, he lets the cold side of him take over.

He lets her go, sighing. “I’ll just go. This is a waste of time. You’re clearly not thinking about me.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a part of her wants him to stay, and they can kiss each other again, but another part of her wants him to go and leave her alone.

“Go.”

He hesitates, and nods. The jeep speeds away, leaving (Y/N) alone in her front step, thinking about what she had just done.

She hurt JJ, who wanted nothing but the best of her, and she just lost Rafe. She’s as good as alone in this world, and she’s not sure what to do anymore. She wishes she never let her temper got ahold of her, but it’s too late.

She just wants to sleep it off right now.

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