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tastesousweet · 2 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (vii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : a little weed sure eases theses two up.

warnings : implications of sex & use of weed

mickey speaks : sorry this took a while to get out friends, hope u love it. also lowkey self inserting w the hawaii trip :P

THIS IS PART SEVEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST!!!

“OH, he’s obsessed!” andrea exclaims across the table, a wide smile smothered over her face.

it didn’t take long for asha to call you and begin debriefing her month-long europe trip to you, only for you to cut her short (because matt began knocking on the door, complaining about how long you’d taken to piss) and ask her to finish her tell-all over lunch. she of course agreed and texted you the location of her favorite ramen place along with: “tell your roomie andrea that she can come with i wanna see u bothhhh!”

she’s spent the last half hour detailing the total princess treatment she’d experienced from a guy she met at her stop in london. “yeah, too bad i won’t see him again,” she pouts.

“you didn’t get his phone number that entire time?” you ask, fiddling with the chopsticks in your hand.

“oh of course i did, i just won’t be using it,” asha laughs and tucks a piece of her dark curled hair behind her ear. “it was nice while it lasted but i’m definitely not trying to deal with the hassle that comes with dating anyone right now,” she shrugs.

“you’re so bad!” andrea shakes her head and giggles, "but you know what, i get it."

asha hides her laugh by guiding noodles towards her mouth.

your phone buzzes softly against the counter and lights up, showing off a new text message from your mom, but more importantly your lock screen wallpaper displaying a sleepy figaro on your chest.

asha squeals through her chews as you pick up your phone to decide whether you’ll confront or procrastinate the text message (that will most likely sour your mood). andrea’s eyes widen at the girl as asha finishes up and starts to explain, “who’s cat is that?!” her acrylic nail taps against the table.

“oh, it’s ours,” you peer over your phone, deciding you’d rather not answer your mom’s text (she's asking how degree-related job searching has been, again).

“what?!”

“oh yes, he's my babyyy,” andrea coos while unlocking her phone to show off the many photos, “his name is figaro-.”

asha swipes through the phone in awe, “and when the fuck did this happen?”

“like a few weeks ago, i wanna say…” you turn to look at andrea while trying to remember.

“i’m coming over way more now. oh my god.” she gushes over the many photos of the playful black kitten before returning andrea’s phone.

“please do, it felt like you were gone for so long.” you whine out the beg before taking another sip of the warm broth.

asha sighs (in a way that causes her lips to flutter a little), “i know, i miss hanging out with my friends!”

“and we miss you! your ass is always traveling somewhere we have to soak up all your LA time while we can,” you joke.

the two laugh along with you, “i think i’ll be here for a while…not until like, my birthday.” asha thinks through her schedule and her mouth widens at the thought of her birthday, “oh my god! i forgot to tell you- mostly because it’s kinda far out? so, the past four years i’ve hosted trips for my birthday in late november... and i want you two to come this year!”

your eyes widen in excitement and your mouth is full of noodles, keeping you from letting out the loud 'yes' you wanted to. so andrea answers for the both of you, “well of course, we’ll come!”

asha’s face can’t possibly be stretched further with happiness as she celebrates, “yay, this’ll be so fun! you’ll get to meet some of my girlfriends and f’course the boys will be there so you’ll know a few people already!”

“and where are we going?” you ask with big, curious eyes.

“hawaii!"

౨ৎ

a distinct berry shade drips over the room in full swoops as the leaving sun peeks through matt's curtains ever so gently. your lips are now almost the same shade of the woven fabric, especially after enduring matt's undying and bitter kisses.

you hear him breathe a soft laugh, finding your body's limp, laid-out position to be straight out of an erotic femme painting: right leg and arm stretched above and below you, left arm above your waist to cradle your tits, and left leg bent and falling over the opposing leg.

you turn your head when you recognize his return, whispering, "hey."

matt’s bed dips accordingly when he lowers himself next to you, fixated on your still-exposed silhouette that hosts a few deep hickeys (he’s recently taken a liking to giving you them, his ego gains a small ignition at the thought of him placing them only where he gets to see), rather than your observant eyes.

he finds one he’d kissed into the skin under your printed hello kitty, leaning closer to lick and suckle at it more. you squirm and push his head away with a whine of his name.

he chuckles and moves his hair from his face, “put some fuckin’ clothes on then.” he lays your sweatshirt and panties, he gathered on his way back to you, against your chest.

you lift yourself easily, though a sleepy yawn still makes its way to you as you fit into the hoodie. matt shifts himself to slouch against his headboard. you finish your redressing before moving yourself higher on his bed as well.

matt thinks your phone screen is severely bright and headache-inducing but he doesn't complain as he normally would, instead he's more focused on balancing his joint-rolling necessities atop his wife beater clad torso.

you pay no attention to him as you exchange texts with remi:

REMI - 6:43 PM

OMFG

REMI

this guy im friends w thinks i should set you up on a blind date with a guy he knows :D

REMI

HE JUST SHOWED ME A PIC AND ... fuck

REMI

PLS SAY YOULL DO IT

REMI

u deserve a nice date night

Y/N - 8:36 PM

hi WHATTT

Y/N

idk rem😭😭

REMI

ABOUT TIME U RESPONDED HELLO

REMI

rlly you dont wanna??

Y/N

ill have to think about it

you sigh while turning off your phone, moving your body to better face matt, who's hands work to add the potent plant into his detailed silver grinder. there's obviously no need for you to stay in his bed or hang around for any longer, but as of late you both aren't necessarily itching to kick the other out as soon as clothes are back on.

"i wanna learn," you declare as you sit up more, looking down at his slouched figure.

"to roll?" he asks pausing his smooth routine and licking over his lips expectantly.

"yeah," you move your hoodie’s long sleeve cuffs away from the lower half of your palm, showing him your dedication and anticipation.

matt smirks and continues to zip the plastic bag once more, shaking his head.

"what? why not, matt?" you pout.

“because i’m already good at it,” he shrugs, “you can smoke with me but you don’t have to be the one to roll.”

“‘kay, whatever. i’ll just get someone else to teach me then, like chris or lucas or somethin’” stretching as you collapse back onto his bed and bury your face in the crook of your arm. when matt does nothing to pull you out of your dramatic fit, you decide to mess with him further, grabbing his phone from its place near his thigh and rolling over so that you lie on the plush of your stomach.

you pretend to type (actually just tapping against his uncharacteristically soft lockscreen, displaying a vintage looking photo of a woman you’d only assume to be his mother) then putting the phone up to your ear, mimicking the ring with a burring noise in your throat. “hey lucas! yeah it's me, matt never gave me your number! i know. that is really selfish and unfair!” you nod along while staring at matt who thinks you look and sound so stupid that it’s kind of cute.

you twirl your hair and bite your lip, really getting into character, “you're right, he is the worst. he won’t even let me roll up with him! but that’s fine, i think i may just need someone more skilled and sexy like you to hel-”

matt taps your barely covered ass harder than he intends to, shocking you in the best way. “alright, stop fuckin’ around and pay attention ‘cause i’m not repeating myself,” he softly demands, gesturing you to sit up with his fingers.

"ow!" you rub at the spot and roll your eyes in faux irritation, fighting the urge to smile now that you've successfully recaptured matt's attention and can still feel the heat of his hand on your ass. you try to give yourself grace in moments like this but you can't help but reflect and feel a bit pathetic when having a crush on someone like matt.

matt, who would never take a relationship further than casual sex and unserious after-sex smoke sessions, especially not with you.

"shh. come here, bruh" he hushes you and you obey, shifting to sit next to him, reflecting his bent position. "'kay," he hands you the grinder, mumbling, "take a look," as he grabs one of the natural hemp rolling papers and places the packaging on his nightstand.

you open the silver lid gently, eyes widening slightly and impressed with the dollops of finely crushed weed laying in the container. "how much do you use?"

"all of it," your head practically snaps over to look at him and he sighs, "y/n, it's like half a gram."

you fight the urge to dip your index finger in the crowd of weed and move it around, "still looks like kind of a lot."

"well, it's not," he shakes his head and adjusts his shoulders. "now you're gonna take some in your fingers and place it in this paper," he taps your distracted arm with his hand to bring your attention to the rolling paper he has curled slightly around his thumb. as you begin to take a hold of some of the substance he warns, "and don't do too much at once- i don't need you spillin' any on us or my bed."

"you're such a diva," you huff and softly sprinkle the weed into the wrapper he's holding.

once it's full enough matt shows you how his fingers guide the paper and fold it into its proper joint shape. he moves his hand towards your mouth, "now you gotta lick and seal it." you inch closer, hesitantly peeking your tongue out just a little to lick at the small flap. "okay, you need more than that baby-ass lick. but don't over-do the spit 'cause that'll fuck it up too," he eyes your mouth when you expose more of your tongue, successfully sealing the joint (with matt's guidance).

he finishes off the end of the joint before presenting it to you, "voilà," matt fiddles with the joint in front of your face before you boldly grab it from his hands.

you immediately encourage him with a wave of your fingers, "gimme that lighter, please."

he's slightly impressed with your sudden confidence and adjusts himself (removing the remaining items from his lower stomach, including the lighter you ask for) and reaches over to light it for you.

matt's lip falls between his teeth due to natural anticipation. the sharp, orange hue sparks to life and you gain a shyness as he approaches the joint in your mouth with it. suddenly your fingers take it away from your mouth as you whisper, "wait, matt."

matt dramatically throws his arm down, "yeah?"

"i don't actually know how to do this," a smile spreads across your face when you see matt's mouth slightly ajar and eyes disengaged.

"seriously? you started talkin' like you've at least smoked a couple times."

you hold a laugh in, "well like, i wanna try it. you just have to tell me what to do..."

"inhale the shit," matt gestures his hands, "hold in your lungs, blow it out. it's simple as fuck," he points to your hand holding the joint, "let's see it."

you deadpan, "you're so unhelpful," you shake your head and place it back in your mouth, "just light me up."

he rolls his eyes as his hand moves back up to you, you lean into the flame and immediately inhale as it comes to life in your mouth.

matt just smirks from next to you, amused at your attempt. you focus on holding it in your lungs and close your eyes as you exhale. the smoke exits smoothly and surrounds your head, when you open your eyes you immediately look over to matt who laughs when he sees a cough brewing in your lungs. you push his shoulder just as you begin a small coughing fit.

he goes to grab the joint from your hand but you raise it away, finishing your cough and putting it back into your mouth to taste the odd plant flavor again.

matt's laugh is still there just died down, "who the fuck are you?! 'just light me up' and then here you go actin' like you own shit." he points a finger at you with his eyes big and playful.

you smirk sarcastically, and your eyes crinkle in the softest way, when you lean closer to him in response, blowing smoke in his face.

౨ৎ

"so why're nick and chris staying so late at the warehouse?" you ask and play with the strings of your hoodie.

matt draws lines across your inner thigh with his fingers, "it's nick's month to do inventory and chris bought some crazy wall art shit he had to finish setting up-"

"you're not gonna help them?"

"oh yeah sweetheart, i'll actually go there right now and help them out." his eyes are so dewy and red you find yourself excusing his annoying sarcasm and instead wanting to kiss him and his puffy eyelids and his flushed cheeks, especially when you're sat on top of him like this.

"still, they probably wanted you around," you explain.

"why do you care so much about shit that doesn't involve you? i left them and invited you over so you should be happy." his voice eases his delivery to not come across so harshly while his eyes squint a little.

"you're right, s'not really my place to have a take on y'all's dynamic." you shrug and feel as his hands stop running over your thighs and instead squeeze harshly as he looks in your eyes.

"mmm, thank you for telling me i'm right," he smiles and leans forward to give your jaw a kiss with his wet, pink lips, "say it again and i'll be fully hard."

"you're a dog," you laugh as he pulls away. "what'd you do today?" you whisper, ignoring the sensation that comes with him feeling up your lower half.

"guess." he blinks slowly.

"mmm... i don't know. you tattooed some people, fucked me, made fun of me, smoked..." you list off on each of your fingers.

he nods along as you list each, making different facial expressions depending on the task. "those are all definitely things i did.."

"did you eat?"

"i mean, yeah...ish." he rubs his eyes and his mouth begins to curve slightly, knowing your next sentiment well enough he could say it with you.

as if on queue, you prompt him with a question that tends to come up quite often when the two of you finish fucking, "can we get food?"

౨ৎ

the doorbell of matt's shared townhome rings through the house as the two of you giddily stand near the door, "3, 2, 1.." you count through giggles before opening the door and facing the young man dressed head to toe in papa johns gear.

"oh. my. god!" you exclaim in a ridiculous country accent, "baby come here, they sent a man to sell us insurance or somethin'!" you call out and pinch your eyebrows.

before the man can get a word in matt comes into frame, cowboy hat in tow and his mocking accent deeper yet identical to your own, "now who 'den sent you here to harass my woman? huh?" he holds a tooth pick in his mouth and squints his eyes. "and how much would i owe to have whatever you got in them boxes, son?" he points and you try not to laugh from behind him.

"uh, it's just a pizza delivery that was ordered to this address, sir..." he looks around, checking the numbers displayed next to the door once more.

you peek your head back in, "you know what, charles, it was probably little john, you know he's always orderin' that amy-zun and what not from that tablet!"

"mmm..." matt pretends to think and not laugh as he holds onto a fake belt around his black sweatpants, "my lady's right," he cracks a smile, "you know how the kids get," he tuts and gestures to the man again while pulling out his wallet, "i owe you?"

"only $12.57."

"right," matt grabs a few bills and whistles, "wife, come grab this box for little john would you?" he hands the money over as you reach for the pizza box, "keep the change, boy." he tilts his hat in dismissal and as soon as the door is shut matt's falling to the floor with laughter as you laugh and place the pizza box down, screaming about how close you are to pissing yourself.

౨ৎ

"asha told me about her birthday trip in november," you say, licking your lips of excess pizza sauce.

matt nods and swallows to respond while wiping his mouth, "yeah she does that shit every year."

you adjust yourself on the bed and grab another slice of the cheese pizza in between you two. "it sounds fun, i'm excited," you say before taking a bite.

"yeah, it's usually fun. usually." he laughs.

"meaning?"

"last year in mexico nick almost fist fought asha's boyfriend because he was bein' shitty to her on her birthday. it was a fuckin' brawl everyday of that trip, i swear."

"damn."

"yeah. but don't trip, asha's not letting anything ruin her birthday this time, she loves herself too much to do that." he rolls his eyes in endearment towards his friend.

"well, how about you? your birthday's next weekend.."

matt shakes his head and looks to the side for a moment, "we always struggle to figure out what we're doing for our birthday. the three of us wanna spend that time together but chris wants a party, nick wants a small get together with games, and i'd want a lowkey dinner or something."

"you could always do all of the ideas but on different days."

"that drags it too much, we'll most likely host a party like we did last year, chris will probably nag us enough to make us give up." matt shrugs and takes a bite of his slice.

"well, i'll be at whatever you decide to do," you smile.

"oh will you now?" his eyebrows lift for just a moment in humor.

"well duh."

"and who's inviting you? cause it won't be me," he smiles and stuffs his mouth again right as you push his shoulder and laugh off his bad joke.

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emmaelix · 2 years

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Hi!

I was wondering if you could do either some more Domestic! Mha boys headcanons, or maybe a dad! Kirishima.

Of course! I love getting requests. I'll do some headcanons here, and tag you on any future Domestic! MHA posts! :)

Ships: Kirishima x fem! reader, Denki x fem! reader, Bakugo x fem! reader, Shinsou x fem! reader, Todoroki x fem! reader, and Deku x fem! reader. Let me know if I missed any of your favorites, and I'll gladly do a part two.

TW: Mentions of trouble conceiving, labor

Rock Hard: AKA Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri, my beautiful, lovely baby is the most amazing dad.

Fight me, bitch.

His kids are super well-behaved and get a ton of attention from dad. He's the kind of dad who's going to come to his kid's school to drop off lunch in his Pro Hero outfit because he knows his kids love to see it.

Girl dad. Three kids, two with black hair, one with your color hair. (If your hair is black ignore that) Absolutely whipped for his princesses.

Tea parties once a month with your youngest, tree climbing with your middle daughter, and your eldest gets to do his makeup.

Of course, this has led to issues. Such as Kiri going to interviews and fighting villains wearing - to name a few - pink tutus, blue eyeshadow, the world's brightest blue lipstick, a blonde wig, and a red dress.

One particular day that still mortifies Kirishima to think about happened when your oldest was about nine. She's a daddy's girl and looks just like him without the red hair. She also loves the color coral, which clashes terribly with Eiji's red hair.

She had put pink and coral makeup all over his face while he was taking a nap, and he didn't realize he had on makeup until he had frantically driven halfway to his interview so he wouldn't be late.

To top off this horrific day, the interviewer hadn't been able to stop laughing long enough to ask him anything other than, "Who the hell did that?"

But he loves his girls and would do anything for them.

Electric Love: AKA Denki Kaminari

Pikachu over here is an absolute softy for his kids.

He has thirteen-year-old twins. A boy and a girl. He loves them equally and showers praise on them at all times.

Both have bright yellow hair and fairly similar quirks to their dad. But what really makes everyone around them know, 'yep, those are Kaminari's', is when they goof off.

Now, Kami's funny story is fairly recent.

His daughter got her period a few months ago, and he, being the idiotic but loveable trainwreck he is, called you because he thought your daughter was dying.

"Doctor Kaminari Y/n speaking, how may I help you?"

"Y/n! I think Yukina's dying! She and Seiko got home from school and she was bleeding. From... there."

You could hear your husband hyperventilating on the other end of the phone. "Kami, she got her period, she's not dying. Bring her over to the hospital in your car, I took the train to work today so we can stop at the store to get Yuki some pads or tampons, depending on what she wants, and we'll go by her favorite Ramen place to grab supper when my shift ends."

You could hear Seiko telling his younger sister it'd be okay. You and Denki had raised them right.

Although how you'd never know.

Blast 'em With Kindness: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

In case you couldn't tell, that title is sarcastic.

Just like Bakugo and his eight-year-old. You could look at that little girl and think she was Mitsuki in disguise. Your daughter, Kiko, was not an only child, but she was your only child who looked like you and Katsuki.

You and Katsuki had wanted a big family since you had both been only children. But only one of your four kids was actually yours. You had a condition called PCOS, which had made it incredibly difficult to get pregnant with Kiko.

So you had adopted your two oldest, and your youngest, having Kiko in between.

Bakugo gets asked about his family every time someone sees him.

Your eldest, at least in adoptive order, Mana, is very enthusiastic since you adopted her when she was only a year old, not old enough to remember much other than her adoptive parents.

However, Imani, your second, and actually the oldest, had been adopted at age six from an African orphanage while you were pregnant with Kiko. So Imani was a bit shy, with her favorite uncle being Tamaki Amajiki or Suneater, since he was also socially awkward.

Since three of your kids are adopted, Bakugo loves to cook with his kids. Especially so that Imani can be connected to her heritage.

Kiko is sarcastic, and practically a tiny version of her grandmother, just without as many violent tendencies.

And your youngest, Tetsu, was hardened against many things with three older sisters. You hadn't chosen his name, but you found it hilarious that one of your husband's high school 'friends' was named Tetsutetsu, making him a favorite hero of your sons.

Bakugo's soft around his 'brats' (he calls them angels when they aren't looking), but don't tell anyone or you'll be against a wall with explosions very close to your throat very quickly.

Enthraller of Minds: AKA Hitoshi Shinsou

While Hitoshi loves his kids, none of them were planned.

Your first child, your now sixteen-year-old son Yamato was the result of a very drunk night full of poor decisions.

Your twelve-year-old daughter, Nara, happened because you forgot a week of birth control.

And your nine-year-old son, Shouta, was the result of a business trip where you packed your very tight skirt. He was named after Hitoshi's adoptive father due to some circumstances. (meaning Aizawa helped deliver Shinsou baby #3)

All three of your kids are very mild-mannered, and very sleep-deprived, just like their mom and dad.

Since both you and Hitoshi are Pro Heroes, your kids see 'Grampa Shou' a lot. Aizawa doesn't mind.

Shinsou was worried his kids would get his quirk and be made fun of like he was. But even though both Yamato and Nara got their father's quirk, neither was bullied or teased like he was in school.

Your youngest has a fairly weak quirk, so his older brother and sister stand up for him a lot.

But overall you're a very happy family. And Shinsou couldn't be prouder.

Half 'n' Half Espresso: AKA Shoto Todoroki

His nicknames for his children: Pumpkin Bug. Sakura. Sweetheart. Deli (don't ask)

His children's nicknames for him in the same order: Espresso man, Cool Dad, Daddio, and Karaoke Wonder (also don't ask).

Pumpkin Bug/Espresso man comes from your oldest daughter, Niko.

Sakura/Cool Dad comes from your middle daughter, Sara.

Sweetheart/Daddio comes from your youngest daughter, Kasumi.

Deli/Karaoke Wonder comes from your son, Hotaru.

Since you and your husband are Pro Heroes your kids spend a lot of time with Aunt Fuyumi and Uncle Natsuo. Not that they mind.

Endeavor once asked why he's never asked to babysit, but he's never asked since.

"Because you gave my husband severe emotional trauma, you turned your son into a villain, and you don't care about your other two children unless they did something wrong! You're never getting close to my kids until I'm dead and buried, but by then they'll have their own reasons to hate you."

Ouch.

But Sho does try to be accepting of his father, even though Endeavor is never allowed around his children without either you or your husband supervising.

Kasumi loves her aunt and uncle the most, though. She's the weakest of your four kids, although she was still able to beat her younger brother in a fight at the age of eleven.

Sara and Niko are definitely the most powerful, but Shoto made sure that all his kids knew they were loved and that how powerful they were didn't matter to him.

And his kids love to walk around using their quirks in front of their grandfather just to piss Endeavor off.

Sho loves his kids.

Like Mother Like Son: AKA Izuku Midoriya

Broccoli boy absolutely loves his daughters. His younger daughter, Mayumi, likes to have tea parties, while Seiko, his older daughter, loves to spar with him and test out her quirk.

He fanboys with his daughters about All Might, showing them all his merch + that limited edition poster Nighteye had.

He also enjoys arranging playdates with his friend's kids and making sure his daughters know that they are loved no matter what.

Seiko, who is fifteen, recently got into her first relationship. With Tetsu Bakugo.

Izuku was excited his daughter had a boyfriend, and while Bakugo didn't care that his daughter was dating someone (too much), he certainly hated the fact it was Midoriya's daughter.

"DEKU! Your daughter is dating my son!" Bakugo screamed into the phone as Izuku flinched away from it.

"Well, Kacchan, I can't pick who my daughter likes!"

You especially were pissed. Not because Seiko was dating Tetsu Bakugo, but because of how two grown men who were both Pro Heroes were acting because their kids were in a relationship.

No doubt about it, these girls love to play pranks on their dad.

The last time this happened Nara Shinsou also got involved, along with Niko, Sara, and Kasumi Todoroki.

We won't get into details, but let's just say all of them were grounded for a while.

I hope you enjoyed these, and I think I might do some more family things, especially with Sho and his kids pissing off Endeavor.

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saviorbook · 1 year

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Valentine's Day

Yo, it's the last day of @fransweek!!! As always, this was super fun. On this, the final day, I give you another fluff filled story. Enjoy!

Normally, Valentine’s Day has chocolates, flowers, and lovey dovey mush. This year, Valentine’s Day was going to be full of adrenaline. They had everything planned: skydiving, zip lining, roller coasters. They had the next month booked with travel plans, all dedicated to celebrating their recent engagement. Unfortunately, a blizzard ruined all of their plans.

“Hey, the weather looks pretty bad. Have you called the airport today?” Frisk looked out the window to see a thick blanket of clouds covering the sky and a thick blanket of snow that was only getting thicker.

“yeah, i just got off the phone with them. we’re grounded until further notice.” Frisk groaned before burying her face in her hands.

“That’s great. I only had the days off if we were on the plane today. I’m going to get called in tomorrow.” She let out an aggravated breath, and Sans placed a gentle hand on her back.

“ah, chin up. let’s face it, neither of us would’ve lasted a week without going to work, let alone a month. i guess this is just the universe confirming it. in the meantime, we don’t have to let today go to waste. we woke up really early, so we have all day to do whatever we want. I’ve always wanted to try painting, and you happen to be really good at it, so...” She shook her head and turned to face him with a large smile.

“Okay, challenge accepted. I’ll go get my painting stuff.” When she disappeared around the corner to go to their room, Sans started to clear a spot to set up the canvases, a grin plastered to his face.

They spent a few hours just painting and goofing off. Paint ended up everywhere, and neither could stop busting a seam. Sans had splatters of paint on his forehead and clothes, and Frisk had smears of the stuff on her cheeks and in her hair. After they had wound down a little, they started to make lunch together.

“what are you thinking for lunch, sunshine?” Frisk blushed a little at the pet name.

“Well, it’s not like we’ve been grocery shopping in a while. We were prepared to be gone for a month, so I was thinking Ramen. It’s pretty much the only thing we have in the house.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“sounds perfect, starlight.” She blushed again as he bent down to pull out a small pot from the cabinet.

“What’s gotten into you today? It’s weird to hear so many pet names come from you.” He glanced over to her with pot in his hand.

“i can stop if you want me to. i just thought, it’d be nice. plus, i have a backlog of them, so i can go at this all day. if you want, you can even pick your favorite one, darling.” She snorted a little before shaking her head and grabbing the pot from him.

“Okay, you can keep going. Just, never call me ‘darling’ again.” He gave a mini salute and pulled the Ramen packets out of hiding. (Papyrus was going to house sit for them, and stars help them if he found out about what noodles they were eating.)

“i one hundred percent understand, dearie.” She scoffed at that one as she put the water in the pot and put it one stove.

“Okay, ‘dearie’ is also a no go. Please refrain from using the pre-established pet names of our friends. I can’t handle it.” Sans look only grew more mischievous when she turned her back to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her as he put the noodles in the pot.

“well, i would never want you to be upset with me, human. i love you too much for that, punk.” He could feel her tense in his grip.

“I hate you.” She couldn’t hold back her laughter as she started to stir everything together.

“ohhhh, that’s why you’re wearing that ring. i see...” He spun her around quickly, cutting off her giggling by kissing her.

“Sans, the food...” He chuckled before letting her continue, and when the noodles were done, they went to the living room to eat together.

“so, what do we do next, snookums?” Frisk rolled her eyes, before crawling over to the drawers under the TV.

“How about, I kick your butt in some video games, Snookums?” She raised a brow as she held up two controllers.

“all right, berry boo. you’re on.” Frisk cracked up as she put a fighting game in the console.

“Where do you keep getting these?” Sans shrugged as he picked his character.

“a website. i was going to tease you with a bunch of them over the course of the month we were supposed to be gone, but today works, and there were a few i actually like. i will admit that ‘snookums’ and ‘berry boo’ weren’t the ones I liked, but seeing your face was pretty fun.” Frisk rolled her eyes as she picked her character and proceeded to beat Sans at every match.

Eventually, dinner started to roll around, and neither of them knew what they were going to do. The blizzard was still going on, so no one was doing delivery. They couldn’t ask any of their friends for help, since everyone was snowed in. It was kind of a mess.

“how much do you want to bet that we have a can of chicken in the cupboard, dumpling?” Frisk rolled her eyes for must have been the hundredth time.

“It can’t hurt to look. Right, Moonbeam?” Sans swallowed thickly before turning on his heels in order to look for the can, his face a bright blue.

“i found it, cupcake.” Frisk laughed a little before showing him the canned beans and tomatoes she had found.

“Funky chili, my precious jewel?” Sans let out a deep breath before grabbing a pot to throw everything into.

“you weren’t supposed to join in on the pet names, tater tot.” She slid her arms around him.

“Why not, Buttercup?” She could feel him shiver against her as started to put everything in the pot.

“i wanted you to be the flustered one, for once. you joining in, isn’t keeping me from being flustered, angel.” She buried her face into his back before laughing a little.

“I’m sorry. I won’t participate anymore. All the pet names are yours to use.” He stiffened before turning himself around.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i actually don’t want you to stop. i like hearing you say them, love.” She blushed again before clearing her throat.

“Which one is your favorite, hon?” He smiled at her softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“i think ‘moonbeam’ is my favorite. i like hearing it from you. i don’t think i’d like it in public, but this is nice, our more intimate moments.” She smiled back at him.

“All right, ‘Moonbeam’ it is. I really liked ‘Starlight.’ I think it’s better for in private, but I wouldn’t mind if you called me ‘Love’ at any time.” He chuckled before agreeing to her terms and turned back to finish dinner.

Once they finished eating dinner, they settled down to watch a movie and both fell asleep. It wasn’t what they had planned for their Valentine’s Day, but it was one that neither would forget.

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365: May 7

Cayde, rightfully, worried about the Guardian. That's how he thought about her in his mind because she couldn't figure out what she wanted to be called. At least not until recently and he was still wrapping his brain around it. But she still smiled. Had been in the Black Garden for days and still smiled. Pujari only dreamed of it between deaths and he never smiled. Not anymore at least. It was like the place sucked the joy out of you.

But she seemed... fine. Untouched by whatever was in there.

He heard her Ghost before he saw them. He was nagging her as he often did. Stand up straight, get some rest, eat something before you passed out. That kinda stuff. Cayde leaned casually against the table. Ikora and Zavala were gone for lunch leaving just him and the Lightless who coordinated the strike offensives. "Well if it isn't my favorite Hunter."

"Don't act surprised to see us, you told us to come here," Ghost said.

"Did I?" Cayde asked and Kassandra moved her helmeted head in such a way that was an eye roll. "How's tricks?"

'Fine,' she signed. The only difference between before and after the Black Garden was she signed more now. He was used to it when she was excited but now she just did it more. He'd messaged her mentor about it but Grey had just said it was fine, she did it all the time Cayde was just finally seeing it.

"When was the last time you ate?"

'Yesterday-

"It was a protein bar and that's it," Ghost tattled on her.

"You try any of the places around the Tower?" Cayde asked, not really waiting for an answer. "It's grub time. We should go."

'I'm busy-

"Of course!" Ghost said. She gave him a look Cayde could feel through her helmet even if it wasn't directed at him.

Cayde slid off the table and slung himself around her shoulders, hand grasping her far arm. "Well then I think you need to try some new food," he said, holding her firm enough that she couldn't dig her heels in and he just dragged her along. "My favorite shop only opens for lunch and since you're with me you'll actually get some food. They run out so fast," Cayde said.

"What is it?" Ghost asked.

"Ramen."

"What's that?" Kassandra asked.

"You don't know? Your mentor's been fucking up," Cayde scoffed as they left the Hall of the Vanguard. "Didn't even take you to a ramen place."

"We've been a little busy of late," Ghost said.

"Grey is a good mentor," she added, almost sounding annoyed Cayde would bad mouth Grey. Which was typical rookie behavior. Had to maintain your mentor's cred after all.

"Lacking if they didn't introduce you to the wonders of broth and noodles," Cayde insisted. Sundance transmatted them both down to a lower part of the Wall where there were eateries and shops along the top. Practically a neighborhood down here. He talked about nothing in particular just whatever came to mind and the Guardian- Kassandra- was a polite listener. You could talk her ear off and she'd just take it.

The eatery was fairly busy but they shoved some stools and tables around to give Cayde and Kassandra a spot. Standing room only at the ramen bar. "You're going to have to take this off to eat," Cayde said, rapping his knuckles on Kassandra's helmet. There were only four things you could order from the menu and Cayde ordered for them both when the waitress came over. He got the cosmically spicy ramen designed almost exclusively for EXO taste buds and for kassandra the normal which was still spicy but nothing too bad.

Kassandra signed, better in this place where it was so loud, after taking off her helmet. 'I was going to play Crucible, you know.'

'Shaxx will live with the disappointment of you standing him up,' Cayde signed back casually, his hands dipping into low hand on some words to make it read as more lackadaisical than normal. Kassandra laughed quietly into her hand. 'How are your friends?' he continued. He didn't normally keep up with every Hunter like this but this... he felt this was important.

'They're fine. Kaley and Rigel finally went on a date.'

'No way!' Cayde waved his hands erratically at that. He knew the two didn't exactly love each other what with Kaley being an upstanding Warlock and Rigel, from what he understood from Glitterbomb and Ikora, was a weirdo.

'Life and death situation you-

"What?" Cayde asked when she stopped herself.

"Uh..."

'What did you do?' he signed seriously.

'Nothing,' and it was so dismissive it made him upset.

'You can tell me. I won't tell the rest of the Vanguard,' he said and made a sign over his chest of a Hunter's Oath. One did not break a Hunter's Oath or it was a century of bad luck.

She grimaced. Then before she could say anything ramen arrived. Cayde let it go. "It's soup?" she asked.

"Ramen," he said.

He was not surprised she was immediately good with the chop sticks but looked at him to see how she should engage with this food. Cayde wasn't hungry exactly but he never missed an excuse for good ramen and this place was the best on the Wall; he dug in. Andal and Tevis had said the way he liked it was hot enough to temporarily damage the inside of their mouths from capsaicin. But by the Traveler it was delicious. He could taste it and that made it the best. Wasn't easy to season some food enough for an EXO to taste it but this place did. Next to him Kassandra mimicked him, using the chop sticks to scoop out the noodles.

She only had one bite before she stopped and looked down at the bowl. "What?" Cayde asked, despite his mouth being full perfectly understandable. "Do you not like it?"

She looked at him and he was taken aback that her purple eyes were almost wet. 'This is the best thing I've ever eaten,' she signed, too emotional for words.

"Right!?" Cayde cried, sucking down the noodles.

"I didn't know food could make you so emotional," Ghost said.

"Don't feel self conscious, Cayde always cries when he finds food he likes too," Sundance said to Kassandra.

"I do not!" Cayde insisted and Kassandra laughed, covering her mouth. "Don't lie to Grey's rookie, she'll believe you and I don't want that getting around," he scolded her. Kassandra was still giggling. "I'm the Vanguard, I don't cry about nothing," he said stoically.

Sundance gave Ghost a look and the two Ghosts rolled their eye. Cayde loved his Ghost. He really did. Sundance was always his better half. But right now he understood why some Guardians shoved their Ghosts into backpacks and pouches.

"This is so good," Kassandra said quietly, almost too quiet to hear in the din. She picked up the spoon and just drank the broth, her eyes closing in complete bliss, a soft sigh on her lips. "It almost-" she looked at her Ghost and Cayde saw a thought shared between them.

"Wow really? I wish I could taste then," Ghost said.

"Me too. It's so good," she said and gently tweaked one of his fins. Cayde wondered what that was about.

"Glad we finally got some real food in you," Cayde said. He then looked at Sundance and she knew exactly what he wanted. She nodded slightly. "Enjoy, it's on me," he added to Kassandra as she was stuffing more noodles and cutlet into her mouth. She just gave him a thumbs up, contently eating her ramen. He made sure Sundance had contacted Mr. Grey about Kassandra eating today and just in his mind Sundance played Mr. Grey's voice, almost like a comm in his head.

"You beat us to it. Grey was about to shove an entire steak in her mouth," Mr. Grey said. Cayde just chuckled and ate his own ramen.

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My Ohayocon 2k23 Writeup

Every time I go to a con and I think “wow, so much happened, that was fun” and then it all blends together with every other con I’ve ever been to after a few weeks. This will be the first of hopefully many convention diaries/life updates so I can look back in a few years and -not- wonder where the time has gone.

THURSDAY: while the con had events (mostly badge pickup, really) on Thursday, we elected to skip out to go see the Reincarnated as a Slime movie before the weekend really got started. Good movie! Got cash out for the con and some last minute supplies (more E6000 glue for my boot covers).

FRIDAY: My wife and I both had to work in the morning but as soon as that was done we got our costumes on and got out the door! I wore my Paptimus Scirocco cosplay, which I haven’t taken the chance to do since ANYC 2019. (There haven’t been a whole lot of anime cons since then, or at least, not ones I’ve felt safe going to). Got in, bought our badges at the door (almost glad we didn’t pre-reg, the line for that was much longer) and went straight to the dealer’s room. Ran into a few friends, went to our long time favorite vendors of Otaku Joseph and Megaroad, and didn’t actually spend a whole lot of money because our collections are already massive and out of control. I got a lot of small stuff (my last daily photo) going through some dealer’s bins and chatted with a guy who was also looking through for cool robots. After that was dinner with friends at the local pizzeria, and a panel, and then we left early.

THE PANEL: Went to a guest panel for Shin Kurokawa, who worked on the AnimEigo Macross release in the early aughts. I’ve learned a lot about early anime fan culture (exchanging raw VHS tapes, some of the first cons, etc), but never really heard anything about working from an official perspective at that point, so that was fascinating. Used to be a lot harder to make DVDs, that’s for damn sure. Kurokawa revealed that the release of the DVD set got pushed up, after being delayed for a while, because 9/11 happened, a lot of people cancelled their preorders, and they wanted to cut their losses. So then someone at the end of the panel, starts to ask “So, if 9/11 hadn’t happened...” and everyone starts laughing because, what a way to open a question about anime.

SATURDAY: Our friend Koji came up for the day so a lot of our Saturday was showing them around the dealer’s hall, artist’s alley, and taking photos (I was Gamlin on Saturday, and my wife was dressed as Nekki Basara all weekend). We got lunch at North Market during the only lull in the ramen place’s line, and managed to show Koji around and have a good time. Took those two back early and then went back to the con center on my own.

KARAOKE: Fumbled my way through Totsugeki Love Heart, I usually do a lot better but I felt weirdly self-conscious at the time. The funny part was before karaoke, when we were sitting outside the room in line. The hosts were doing a sound test, and it sounded suspiciously like “The Borderline” by Sharon Apple. So I turn to my buddy next to me in line and say “Hey, isn’t that The Borderline?” and he says “I don’t think it is”. So I go up and open the door just to confirm, and I was right! And in my con-powered enthusiasm I turn around and shout “IT -IS- THE BORDERLINE, FUCK YOU ANTHONY!” to the confusion of most of the other people around us.

SATURDAY EVENING: Went to go get pizza again with a slightly different group of friends. Met a Quattro cosplayer who seemed pretty cool. Ended up sitting around for three or four hours just bullshitting, which is always good. Got tired and left just before midnight.

SUNDAY: Designated Mahjong Day. Most of the rest of my usual group didn’t show up until one, so I played some DDR (did awful) and some Initial D (did alright). I think that was the exact motivation I needed to get back into playing DDR more seriously, accidentally put on a ten-footer (on basic mode!) and got most of the way through it even though it wasn’t a song I was familiar with. Just gotta build my stamina back up. Then I helped with a mahjong teaching session, which was a nice confidence booster, I felt like I was doing pretty well with three players who were mostly unfamiliar with the game. We had -both- genders of Americans interested in riichi mahjong, “played it via Yakuza”, and “played it via FFXIV”. The game room closed early due to snow, and then we went home.

OTHER HIGHLIGHTS: the literal, honest to god barbershop quartet that was there on Sunday. I don’t think they were there as attendees, they just went to entertain a crowd, and they were pretty damn good. Their group name was “The Fourskins”, and you can “follow them on nowhere”.

All in all, I had a great convention! No drama, no bullshit. Fewer of the lads made it this year than usual, but those who did come, I got to have a good time with, which is what counts. For my next convention I really need to submit some panels, cons don’t quite feel right without them.

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brightgnosis · 1 year

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When did you regularly start cooking?

What resources (people, books, articles, videos, etc.) did you make use of the most?

Do you have any recipes memorized?

What is your favorite thing to cook?

When did you regularly start cooking?

Oh gosh. You know, I was actually thinking about this last night and ... I know I "grew up in the kitchen" in that my mom was always cooking and I was always watching. But I really didn't learn much. It was almost always from a distance.

My mother was abusive. When it came to cooking, especially, she had a really bad habit of throwing things in a fit and screaming at us- and she was especially fond of screaming something to the tune of "if you're not going to help and are just going to take up space, then get the fuck out of the kitchen and my way". When I did start cooking around her while living with her, she always nitpicked everything ... Growing up the only person who ever actually joyfully taught me anything was my Grandmother Carol- my father's father's second wife, who I only met twice in my life.

I didn't start cooking regularly until I was on my own finally, on and off, after graduating in 2008. First it was in the little Red Brick house I rented with my then boyfriend. But I rarely cooked much; we mostly subsisted on McDonald's leftovers from our shifts. Then after we moved to Enid together it was cheap impoverished foods- fried Ramen with Eggs (which I recently made myself again and man, I forgot how good it was). And Sonic leftovers because we all worked there ... So much Sonic.

When I finally moved to Tulsa with The Witch Hunter (my worst and most abusive relationship to date), cooking was finally a regular thing; I cooked practically every night. But it was basically the same three things on rotation: Pork Steaks, Fried Chicken, or Jambalaya. He hated pretty much anything else and would routinely criticize my cooking ... If I was lucky we'd have Ribs or Lamb once in a blue moon; mostly I only got to experiment on my own with my own Lunches then.

I think that's when I finally really learned how to cook for myself, was then- for my own Lunches.

What resources did you make use of the most?

I don't use resources, really. All of my "learning" when it comes to cooking has mostly been 90% me "fucking around and finding out" and 10% me just following recipes out of my huge collection of Cook Books and Cooking Magazines (I think I have something like 200 or more at this point; I've not counted them in ages).

There are three books I have read, however, that I do really recommend to people; the first two especially (marked with asterisks for you) have dispelled a lot of the food and cooking myths that are common, and I so think are especially important: 'The Bad Food Bible: How and Why to Eat Sinfully'* by Prof. Aaron Carroll, plus 'The Science of Cooking: Every Question Answered to Perfect Your Cooking'* and 'The Science of Spice: Understand Flavour Connections and Revolutionize Your Cooking'- both by Dr. Stuart Farrimond.

Do you have any recipes memorized?

Lord, no. My memory is so bad; I actually actively have memory problems because of some issues I had with a medication early on in my onboarding process. Plus two of my conditions actively cause routine cognitive issues. So not only do I have a lot of active memory loss from "the before times" (before that medication), memorizing things is very difficult for me sometimes.

I do have some very basic "building blocks" memorized, though- like the fact that a Roux is a 1:1 ratio of any fat to flour, and the different variations on white sauces from there ... And once I start a recipe that I've made a million times I can usually do most of it "by heart" / "by feel" / "by intuition" (whatever you want to call it) and won't need to refer to the cook book too many times. But I do still need the cook book there in the first place.

What is your favorite thing to cook?

My Clam Chowder. I specifically use the "New England Clam Chowder" recipe from the 2013 Bridal Edition of the 'Good Housekeeping Cookbook'; I've made a lot of modifications to it over the last 10 years I've been making it (like using Goat Milk because of my IBS, and using 'Reese' Baby Smoked Clams because I can't access fresh ones; which itself necessitates a lot of changes to the format of the recipe). But there's a funny story behind it that's what actually makes it my favorite thing to cook.

See. I actually hate Clam Chowder. Or, at least, I used to. But it's my Husband's favorite soup in the entire world- and I'm a soup person and could eat soup every day, but he isn't and would prefer to almost never eat it ... Now this is relevant because I grew up in a household where my mother was allergic to Bell Peppers, but once a year, every year, on my father's birthday, she'd suit up practically in a hazmat suit and make him his favorite dish in the world as his birthday meal: Stuffed Bell Peppers ... It's just what you did / do if you love someone. Because food is love. And there's nothing that expresses that love more thoroughly than making someone their favorite dish even if- but especially if- it's one you hate more than anything.

So I made him Clam Chowder one night, when we were newlyweds, shortly after I got the book ... And it turns out my issue was never with Clam Chowder at all. It was that canned Clam Chowder is a fuckin Demon and we all deserve better 🤣 Now it's what I make every single year to bring in Winter.

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Next Chapter - Crumbling 2

I think that hurt the most, the idea that both this time and last time he was hiding me. We went dancing and he introduced me to some friends seemed like he didn't mind. After ramen, we drove around for a while, my favorite time of year is the holiday season. I love looking at lights. Holiday lights, I'd told him multiple times, so we settled on a drive-through light show, which in all my entirety I loved. We finally got back to his place, I think it was around 2 in the morning. I had been up for over 17 hours. I was exhausted, why hadn't we come in earlier the thought danced in my mind. Knowing he still had work the next day we headed to bed, not a word being said a few kisses being snuck and cuddles being brief. No cuddles, nothing that screamed he craved my presence as much as I did. He fell asleep with his back facing me. The next morning he got up early for work, getting in his uniform, packing his lunch. Me being half asleep and still in the mood to be asleep and cuddling. We said goodbye with a kiss and I went back to lying in bed. Filling him in on details of where I would be later in the day. He was okay with it all, I told him that I would be back able to meet him for lunch if he wanted. He told me he already had plans with the boys. I was taken aback, he worked with "the boys" me taking up three days of his time wasn't a lot to ask for when we had only seen each other maybe once a month. Thats fine, I'll meet up with another friend while I am out here. I was slightly happy that I got to meet up with a friend of mine. Knowing that I could rant to her about my situation. "Well does he have a girlfriend you don't know about?" That hurt my innermost insecurities. Wow okay I guess I'm not the only one thinking that. I hadn't seen any signs at his place, not to mention I spend about 6 hours a day communicating with him, from facetime to #1s on snap, to constant messages on other platforms. When or how would he be in contact with another girl. I started to snoop. He had given me a key to his apartment for the weekend. I looked, and found something that I had never wanted to see. Under his bed, a whole collection of his other life, photo frames, and hair brushes, this man was committed to another woman, with a "happy one year" card in the mix. I sobbed. Picked myself up, and placed everything where I had found it. I got ready to pick him up from work so we could go to dinner. I was to act normal until we got back and I could confront him.

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thedailysumi · 11 months

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June 11, 2023 — Himeji Castle

Today I took a long train ride to Himeji-jo. What I noticed about Kyoto is that there’s not a lot of subways/trains that run through the city so you’ll end up having to walk or take the bus most of the time. But when traveling to more distant places the train is probably the better option. My ride to Himeji-jo was about an hour and a half to two hours but it was quite peaceful. I was listening to music and reading a comic the whole time, and also the train wasn’t busy so I got to sit down as well.

Before I visited my destination, I had a quick solo lunch at a place that sold gyoza. I think they were pork ones and I only got about three of them so I also had some ramen with them. The menu was in Japanese so I can’t really put my finger on the exact names of everything, but both the dumplings and the noodles were very good. I also ended up naturally gravitating toward my favorite croissant place (Mini One) and got some for myself since I’ve been craving them ever since I left Tokyo! And I also came across someone playing the piano in public and it was very nice to hear and see.

My excursion today consisted of visiting the Himeji Castle. Honestly, I was quite impressed with it. The greenery there was very pretty and also the building itself. I first was able to walk through the Princess’s quarters and I noticed that not a lot of light was present within the castle/quarters so it was dark but in a more dim way. I even had to take my shoes off to walk around, but what I found most intimidating about the insides of the castle were the stairs. They were very steep and and just slanted enough to not be as straight as a ladder but it was still very close. I also noticed that all the windows had bars on them which was quite interesting, but it makes sense as an extra sense of security since the castle was also built to have good defense against any attacks.

After the castle, I briefly walked through a marketplace that was just outside of the train station. I saw a variety of bakeries, shoe stores, home goods, convenience/drug stores, clothing stores, and bag stores— so practically everything was there. There were also restaurants in the area so it’s a nice place to go shop and eat. I didn’t buy anything I just wanted to look around, but I did go to a fruit sandwich place that was in a plaza underground and got one. I usually get a fruit sandwich from 7-eleven if they have any and they’re always very good. They’re a sweet and fruity, of course.

Once I got back to Kyoto, I tried out Baskin-Robbins for the first time ever. I just got a scoop of cookies and cream to start off easy just in case I didn’t like another flavor, but I did taste test a Candy apple flavor and it had a very distinct apple taste with actual pieces of Candy in it.

Academic Reflection

From my readings for today, I learned more about castle towns. But the daimyo were especially prominent when running these kinds of towns. Historians have portrayed them as political architects and they were those who possessed unrestricted powers of governance. Some things the daimyo would control were the clothing of the townspeople and the food they were allowed to eat on festival days. In turn, the daimyo were called oppressive and the existence of castle towns were just a product of despotic power performed by the daimyo.

The castles themselves were built in accordance to how the Japanese military improved their forces over time. Castles ended up being built atop mountains but a technique where curvatures were used was also very significant to the layout of the castle. Japan's landscape was also mainly comprised of trees and it a shortage of stones. From what I saw at the Himeji castle, there were literal logs of trees being used as posts that held up the infrastructure of the castle. And there were stones put in place to create stairs and walls, but the castle was about 6 stories high with no quick ways of escape which was the only thing that I found faulty about the building. But if that is what worked back in the past I have no complaints.

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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do you like candy corn? It’s nowhere near as terrible as some people make them out to be, but the taste is also...boring? For me it’s just some chewyish candy with an forgettable taste. I definitely wouldn’t have an idea what to do if I suddenly had a sack of candy corn given to me.

favorite halloween candy? I never really ‘celebrated’ Halloween by collecting candy, and I never viewed candy as a Halloween thing. I just have them all year round.

do you like pickled vegetables? I like kimchi and pickled radish but that’s about it. favorite fruit? least favorite fruit? Favorite would be avocado, which is the only fruit I care to eat really. I don’t like fruits in general but I’d say my least favorite out of the ones I’ve tried is mango. Flavor sticks out way too much. Also not too keen on pineapple and grapes.

what is the strangest food combination you like? Sausage and marshmallow on a stick might sound weird to others but it’s a staple in birthday parties here, so I’ll go with that.

what is your favorite snack? French fries, corndogs, and takoyaki.

what did you have for lunch today? I skipped lunch, as always.

do you usually eat breakfast? No, I don’t. I usually consume just coffee; the only times I have breakfast are on the weekends, or if I’m on vacation and the accommodation has a breakfast buffets.

favorite dipping sauce for chicken strips? Any mayo-based dip, really.

do you like sweet potato fries? I looooove anything sweet potato; it’s one of my most recent food faves. When it comes to fries, though, I prefer the original.

least favorite vegetable? Ampalaya even though I’ve never tried it. I’m just scared of how bitter it can possibly be. Otherwise I love veggies.

favorite vegetable? Green beans, spinach, and broccoli.

do you like chocolate and mint together? Love me some mincho.

have you ever dipped fries in a milkshake? Yeah. I dip them in hot fudge sundae too.

favorite flavor of gum? Whatever. I’m not too picky; the flavor fades out after like 20 chews anyway.

what was your favorite food as a kid? I was a VERY picky eater as a kid, and I can just imagine the many headaches I gave my elders when they’d try to feed me. That said, I didn’t have a long list of favorite food and I only liked to eat eggs and hotdogs. And fast food spaghetti lol. I had a hard time swallowing anything else.

favorite fast food place? Jollibee and KFC.

favorite soda? Sprite if I had a gun to my head.

least favorite soda? All of them.

do you like sweet or unsweet tea? Uhhh I like the artificial/powdered iced tea that’s common where I live, wherever that falls under.

how do you like your coffee? (or do you drink coffee at all?) My palate for coffee is pretty flexible and I’m fine taking it either black or filled with stuff that’d make it sweeter. That said, my go-to coffee orders are Americanos and caramel macchiato.

do you like bubble tea? If that’s the same as what we call milk tea, then yeah. Weirdly enough though, I prefer it without the pearls; I just like milk tea for the taste of the tea itself. I don’t like how I have to chew on something that doesn’t even taste like anything hahaha.

do you like curry? I LOVE curry. Give me all the kinds and all the spice levels known to man.

favorite type of cuisine? Anything from Asia is a favorite but my top cuisines would be Indian, Korean, Thai, and Indonesian. Japanese would count but I feel like I get just sushi and ramen most of the time so I don’t think it’s deserving of a podium finish ha.

favorite sandwich? Monte Cristos.

favorite cheese? Mozzarella, burrata, and feta.

have you ever been vegan or vegetarian? No. I went through a period where I wanted to switch to a vegan diet, but that was easily squashed when I realized how inaccessible such a lifestyle is here. I still go for vegan options whenever I can, but I don’t think I can ever be fully so.

favorite breakfast cereal? I like Oreo O’s and Cookie Crisps but I am most likely to eat them on its own. Don’t like it when cereal gets soggy and starts tasting like nothing.

what do you eat when you're sick? I rarely get sick, so I haven’t developed a comfort meal.

favorite thanksgiving dish? Yeah, about that...

favorite salad dressing? Idk I just go for spicy mayo all the time.

what are you currently craving? Chocolate chip cookies.

Snickers or Milky Way? Snickers.

have you ever had chocolate covered gummy bears? No, but I’m open to trying even though it sounds kinda odd!

pulp or no pulp orange juice? I haven’t had one with, so I’ll go with without.

beans or no beans in your chili? I never have chili. Not common here.

favorite burger condiments? Again, anything mayo-based hahaha.

do you like peanut butter? Oh yeah, I love peanut butter flavored anything and only back off if it’s mixed in with banana.

what flavor of jelly/jam is your favorite? Guava.

favorite flavor of potato chips? Just plain. But on fries, I like barbecue powder.

how do you like your eggs cooked? Scrambld or sunny side up.

favorite kind of soup? Creamy mushroom soup for. days.

do you like cold pizza? Love it. I had a couple of slices of pizza fresh out the fridge just last night.

do you like sour candy? I’ll pick some when offered, but I’d never buy candy on my own.

what food do you absolutely refuse to eat? There’s nothing I wouldn’t try at least once, except for most fruits.

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astramthetaprime · 2 years

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D is for Doctor Day Off

Hmm, so okay, hell froze over and I took a day off from work. Not for anything fun, though fun was incidentally had. Briefly, in any case. For certain values of fun.

I had to go to the doctor. Or no more blood pressure meds for Aunty.

I am acutely aware that I must have the Anti Head Exploding meds or, well... the snootnoodle will explode. Literally. Er. Metaphorically.

I take 3 different ones and have been on them for decades. Yay genetics. (waves tiny black flag) My personal record is 232 / 117. I can give up the anti-anxiety meds because I know it’s not going to kill me. But the BP meds have to be there.

(Mind you in my darker moments I question why I bother as I could have Perfect Crime levels of su!c!de functionality but it’s not exact nor certain, and the consequences of a near miss could make things far worse. Remember, kids, IT CAN GET FAR WORSE.)

So I made the appointment, and I went today. So likely there will be a large bill incoming soon. It will go in the “$50 a Month” list.

So after, to cheer my saggy ass up, I went to my favorite hamburger joint (Five Guys) and had a massive lunch. Then I went to the local Overpriced Rich People’s Grocery Store and bought a bunch of overpriced candy while totally failing to obtain the thing I actually wanted (kombu seaweed, for making dashi broth, because I’m on a ramen kick lately and am curious). They had the bonito flakes (gags in triplicate) but I just want the kombu.

True, I can (and likely will) get it from Amazon. But I was trying to get my pasty white posterior out of the house and do something that didn’t involve a dog or carrying several bags of groceries from the car. It isn’t all about the convenience, sometimes. It’s about getting out of the house and interacting with actual people. I’ve attempted to go to meet ups before for a board game meet up that takes place very regularly in my town, but they meet at a local microbrewery and I don’t drink. And one thing my mom and I actually agree on is it sucks to be the only sober person in a room full of drunks. There was an astronomy meet up supposed to take place this past Saturday night, a full on star party, but of course it clouded up and rained during the time it was supposed to be. So I didn’t bother to go.

The point is, I suck at socialization.

I could go for weeks, even months, quite literally never leaving the house. Now that WallyWorld delivers groceries the possibilities are simply staggering. I don’t need to leave the house at all anymore.

But I still try. Because I’m supposed to try. Not that I want to. But I’m supposed to try.

That’s what everybody tells me, anyway.

Of course they also tell me going to cons is childish and I should Find Something Worthwhile To Do With My Time.

Well I did consider collecting Barbie doll heads but people started looking at me funny so that didn’t last long. And picking random people and challenging myself to find out everything I can from public sources gets called “stalking” for some reason. But ya know, You’ve Got To Try.

#actuallyautistic #all aboard the angst express #somanybaddecisions

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pascalsplate · 2 years

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Meet the foodie

I love food. It's one of my many love languages. It makes me feel good when I'm with the people I love most, sharing a meal that makes us feel as full in our stomachs as our hearts do when we're together.

I was not much of a cook when I was younger. My pride and joy as far as experiments in the kitchen went was a slimy dessert I had concocted one summer: equal parts tapioca pudding and blue Kool-Aid Jello cups. I shredded the Jello into a bowl of tapioca pudding and combined 'til it was the color of mint toothpaste. Not sure what it would taste like now, but I loved it as a kid!

Eventually, I graduated to making muffins and cupcakes from packet and box mixes. I would bring cupcakes I baked and frosted myself throughout high school to my classmates. Of course, I only ever made 24 - and as you can guess, more than 24 people wanted my cupcakes and asked for one every time they saw me offering them.

When I learned how to make crepes for the first time, I loved it. I loved the mess of melting Toblerone (which is difficult when the Toblerone is crunchy - do they make smooth Toblerone?) and dipping strawberries in to my mixture like the whole process was revolutionary. I felt dignified, even when my crepes were colorless. There was no crispiness on those things!

Further into high school - around senior year - I really started coming into the kitchen, fueled by hunger.

I typically went the whole day without eating (never had time for breakfast and didn't get free lunch, so I never packed my own) so when I came home, the kitchen was my oyster. I vividly remember making ramen burgers as maybe a junior in high school - because we had ramen and we had ground beef and eggs and I didn't have my driver's license to grocery shop yet.

Boil and cook ramen, saving the flavor packet to the side

Whisk raw egg into ramen

Form ramen buns by portioning them into the bottom part of a bowl and flattening them

Fry up ramen buns in a pan

Make ground beef patties seasoned with aforementioned ramen packet

Serve with ketchup and fried egg and other toppings

They never turned out great appearance-wise, and I feel like they also didn't taste very good, but it was so much effort to make them that I had to eat them anyway.

I ran to simpler things - and I mean, way simpler things - after ramen burgers were a bust.

Look at the color on those crepes! That nas

Avocado grilled cheeses <3 (With mozarella!) (B side: Pizza grilled cheeses with pepperoni. Mmm.)

My favorite: yogurt bowls.

Cooking in college was basically non-existent, even when my fiance and I had a place of our own. Being a full-time student meant you were too exhausted to cook.

After college, in the last two years, I haven't been in the kitchen much. Every Christmas, I whip up a toffee-chocolate trifle: box chocolate cake on the bottom, instant chocolate pudding on top, thawed whipped topping on top of that, then crumbled-up-on-the-floor-with-the-handle-of-a-chef-knife pieces of Heath on top. Then you did that one more to make a really gorgeous trifle.

Now, the fiance and I have our own big-girl-and-boy place, and I treated myself with a set of really beautiful cookware, sturdy utensils, trusty appliances, and a multitude of mismatched plates and bowls. Every time I go into my kitchen, I'm greeted by the ceramic butt of a bunny as the lid to my empty cookie jar. I also have a pretty, partly droopy bouquet of blooming roses and peonies (?) in a cheap IKEA vase. I'm excited to have my own space to cook, and time to cook, thanks (but also, no thanks) to the pandemic.

It's going to be messy, delicious, and rewarding.

Follow along as I share some of my recipes. There'll be shortcuts, recipes I stole and made my own, recipes I straight-up saw somewhere else (I'll always share the link to the original!), and absolutely (possibly?) no ramen burgers that fall apart and are crunchy in all the wrong places. From time to time, my fiance will share some of his mastermind recipes, too!

Welcome to Pascal's Plate.

My first? plate of food in the new apartment was leftover Chinese.

#introductory post #my blog

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munsonseddieee · 3 years

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needy

character: hwang junho x reader

summary: you had a wet dream about junho while he was at work, so you decide to pay him a visit.

warnings: swearing, fingering, oral (f receiving), smut.

a/n: this is my first time posting here, please let me know if there’s any spelling errors and please send requests! <333

wc: 2k

walking into the police station, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

you were going to your boyfriend, junho's, office. he had no idea you were coming, and to be honest, you weren't quite sure why you were there.

stopping in front of his office, you take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"come in." the sound of your boyfriend's voice came from behind the door.

you opened the door, slowly stepping in. he looked up from his desk, shock written all over his face.

"what are you doing here, baby?" he questioned as he stood up from his chair, walking over to you.

clearing your throat, you pulled out a plastic bag from your purse.

"i came by to bring you some lunch." you told him, through your voice was shaky.

he took the bag from you and looked inside, smiling. "ramen. my favorite. thanks, babe."

he said as he set the food down on his desk before embracing you in a hug.

you hesitantly hugged him back, the pool between your legs making you uncomfortable.

you figured he caught on to your nervous energy as he pulled away, gazing at you with a confused look.

"what's wrong? you seem nervous." he says as he studies your face, trying to see if he can read your face.

you sigh, knowing damn well you're not leaving until you get what you want.

you turn towards the door, shutting it and locking it. "i didn't come here because i wanted to bring you lunch," you started, turning around to look at him.

he cocked a brow, tilting his head to the side. you walked towards him, putting your hands on his chest and leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"i came because i'm horny and i want you to take care of me." you told him, nibbling on his earlobe.

you felt him shudder under your touch, feeling his hands snake around your waist.

your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down and attaching your lips with his for a passionate kiss.

the kiss soon turned heated, his hands trailing down to squeeze your ass as yours tug on the little hairs on the back of his neck.

he groans into your mouth as you do so, the sound causing you to become even more wet.

he kisses down your jawline, to your neck, sucking and biting on it, surely leaving marks.

you moan out, tugging on his hair and shutting your eyes tightly. you feel him smirk against your neck, loving the effect he has on you.

he pulls back, turning towards his desk and throwing everything off it before turning around, picking you up, and placing you up on his desk.

he stands in between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs.

he slams his lips on yours, licking the bottom of your tongue, asking for entrance.

you obey, opening your mouth, his tongue immediately starting to explore every inch of your mouth.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and grinding against him.

you moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest.

you pull back, both of you panting heavily. you look deep into his brown eye, seeing they are full with lust.

he lifts your skirt up, chuckling lightly at the sight of your soaked panties.

he runs his index finger up and down your clothed cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

you grind your bottom against his finger, hoping to feel more pleasure.

he pulls his hand away from your clothed cunt, causing you to whine.

"please," you whimper, getting wetter by the second.

"so needy," he groans, starting to attack your chest with kisses. "if you want me so bad, beg."

he dips his hand back down, only massaging your inner thighs, teasing you.

"please. i need you. i want you inside of me, fucking me senseless. i need your big cock. please, junho." you beg, your voice shaky.

he smirks, clearly happy with your response. he lifts your hips up, pulling your panties down and discarding them somewhere in the room.

he dips his head down, licking his lips as he comes face to face with your core. he looks up at you, making eye contact, licking a stripe up your slip.

you gasp out in satisfaction, maintaining eye contact with him.

he then starts sucking on your clit violently, wasting no time in starting to devour you.

you moan out, throwing your head back, your hand going down and tugging on his hair, pushing him into your core.

series of moans and profanities escape your lips as he so pleasantly eats you out.

continuously sucking on your clit, he inserts his index finger inside your wet core.

he then starts pumping it in and out of you slowly, while still sucking harshly on your clit.

he then adds two more fingers, picking up his pace. "oh, fuck!" you shout, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth as you remember where you are.

he hooks his fingers up, pumping in and out at an unbelievably fast pace.

you throw your head back, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach starting to build.

"you like that, baby?" his deep voice asks, looking up at you. you could only nod, knowing that if you open your mouth, you'd be too loud.

he admired you, loving the sight of you laying on his desk, legs spread wide open for him.

not to mention, he loved hearing the sinful noises coming out of your mouth, the soft moans, the whimpers, the way his name rolls of your tongue as he finger fucks you. he loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good.

"i'm gonna," you started, but was cut off with a loud moan as his fingers hit your g-spot over and over again.

he smirked, going faster, if humanly possible. "you gonna cum for me, baby? come on, cum all over my fingers like the dirty whore you are." he urged you in his deep voice that always gave you butterflies, before going back and sucking violently on your clit, while still finger-fucking you into oblivion.

that was all it took to drive you over the edge. with a moan of his name, you felt the knot in your stomach explode. your legs shaking violently, your eyes roll to the back of your head as junho rides out your high.

panting heavily, you finally calm down, trying to catch your breath. you look down, seeing junho's face and shirt soaked.

you were confused, until it clicked. you had squirted. you'd never done it before. feeling embarrassed, you jump up, taking your shirt off and lifting him up, starting to clean his face with the towel.

"i'm so sorry," you repeated over and over, unaware of the smirk on his face.

he grabbed both of your wrists to stop you, looking into your eyes.

"don't be sorry. that was so fucking hot." he breathed out, before smashing his lips onto yours again.

you could taste yourself on his lips, and god, how you were turned on still was crazy.

you started un-buttoning his shirt, pulling it off him, before moving down his pats, but stopping.

you looked down, noticing the tent in his pants, and oh my, did it look painful.

you smirked, putting your hand on his clothed croch, palming him.

he groaned, biting his lip and shutting his eyes. "please, don't be a tease." he muttered.

you chuckled, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall just below his knees.

his cock sprang up, pre-cum leaking from the tip. you gripped his dick, swiping your thumb on the tip, spreading the cum round it.

he twitched, putting both hands behind you on the desk and gripping it. you then started slowly pumping it, not taking your eyes off of him.

you decided to pick up the pace since he pleased you so well, your hand moving up and down his dick so fast it caught him off guard.

"fuck," he breathed, burying his face in the crook of your neck, thrusting into your hand.

you chuckled lightly at the sight of your boyfriend like this. you loved hearing his little grunts and groans.

he grabbed your hand, stopping you. you looked at him with confusion written on your face.

"i'd rather finish inside of you." he said, causing your eyes to widen, before you smirked, spreading your legs open as an invitation.

he chuckled, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. he slowly put his tip in, enjoying the feeling of your cunt stretch to take his size.

you both gasped as he entered you, pushing his cock all the way in, pulling it out, then slamming it back in.

"oh, god," you moaned out, throwing your head back. he smirked, starting to pick up his pace.

you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, as his hands gripped your thighs roughly.

you always loved the way he fucked the shit out of you, pounding you until it was difficult to walk, even to the point where you were overstimulated.

he loved when he overstimulated you, seeing how your legs shook violently always turned him on. .

one hand came up to your throat, lightly chocking you. your eyes were tightly shut, your mouth forming an "o" shape as he fucked you senseless.

"look at me while i fuck you." he grunted, lightly slapping you. you opened your eyes, looking into his beautiful brown ones.

he laughed, picking up the pace. "such a pretty slut," he muttered, sweat dripping down his forehead.

all that was heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping skin, your moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, and the series of profanities that kept slipping out of both you mouths.

"fuck, y/n, your pussy feels so good against my cock." he says, followed by a groan. all you could do was moan in response, not having the ability to talk.

you started to clench around him, and knowing that you were close, he picked up the pace, going faster and rougher.

"you wanna cum?" he asked you, lowering one of his hands and making figure 8's with his thumb on your clit.

the increase of pleasure caused you to yell out, rapidly nodding.

"come on. use your words, baby." he told you, smirking as he watched tears start pooling out of your eyes due to the max amount of pleasure.

"yes, jun. please, let me cum." you begged, sounding oh so pathetic.

"cum for me. cream my fucking cock." he encouraged you, continuing to pound into you at a rapid pace.

with one last shout of his name you came undone around his cock, your whole body shaking.

he praised you as you came, muttering things like; "such a good girl," "you take my cock so well," and "what a good slut for me."

he didn't slow down, chasing his own high as he felt it grow nearer.

you felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was about to cum.

"you want me to cum inside you, you dirty slut?" he asked, biting his lip. you nodded, clenching around him.

"fuck!" he moaned as he came inside you, muttering your name and riding out his high.

he pulled out, both of you panting heavily. both of his hands were on either side of your thighs, trying to hold himself up.

after a few moments, you both calmed down, looking into each others eyes and smiling.

he leaned in and kissed you softly, something he always does when you guys finish.

he handed you your shirt and your panties, both of you getting dressed.

you then helped him put all the stuff back on his desk, before sitting down and eating the lunch you brought in a comfortable silence.

"so, why were you so horny?" he asked, before shoving some ramen in his mouth.

you felt your face heat up, feeling embarrassed.

"well, uhm, you know how i always go back to bed after you leave for work?" you questioned him.

he nodded, motioning for you to continue.

"well, when i did, i had a, uh, dream." you said, looking down in embarrassment.

he smirked. "a dream, huh? so, that's why you were so horny?"

you nodded, shoving ramen in your mouth.

he set his food down, leaning back in his chair.

"tell me about it."

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i hope you enjoyed, and please let me know if you have any requests!

#hwang junho #hwang junho smut #hwang junho x reader #squid games imagines #squid games smut #wi ha-joon #squid games

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

—

wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that...

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss"

"alright!"

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others.

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..."

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework"

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try.

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

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thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

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friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

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hooniee · 3 years

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— ꒰‧⁺ making lunch for them*ೃ༄

↷enhypen x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: reaction | fluff⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: mentions of food hence the title! please proceed with caution ⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ this was super fun to write and i might write so more reactions/headcannons like this! please enjoy <3ˎˊ-

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

-ˏˋ~ heeseung lee ~ˊˎ-

“okay here’s a lunchbox for you! all of your favorites, make sure to eat all the veggies so that you can be healthy. i packed two water bottles so that you don’t get dehydrated. i also packed a bunch of snacks for the boys so make sure they eat too! oh and-”

heeseung laughs at you rambling, making you halt and feel shy under his gaze

“too much? sorry, you know how i am”

heeseung shakes his head, “not at all babe, thank you”

you dating the oldest in the group automatically made you like a mother figure to the 6 boys you adored

you had packed heeseung lunch ever since you found out he never had time to cook anything besides ramen packets :((

it wasn’t healthy for him and both of you knew that

he loved your lunches and it had just become a routine

the boys started to pout and get sad that you didn’t pack them anything

or as heeseung says, “they’re hungry little monsters too”

from then, you started putting loads of snacks in his lunch bag so that the boys could have something to munch on, occasionally making seven lunch boxes as a meal packed with nutritious foods.

heeseung complained about how heavy it was to carry all of them

but in reality, he wanted to be the only one who had the special heart shaped sandwiches.

-ˏˋ~ jay park ~ˊˎ-

(tasting the potato) “a little too salty”

(picking up the heart shaped onigiri) “why is it cut in a weird shape?

(staring at the ratio of chicken and rice) “could have added more chicken to balance out the amount of rice-”

“jay if you don’t like it, just say it,” you pout, moving to take the lunch box away from him.

*glaring at you* “who said i didn’t like it?”

jay is definitely the type of person to love cooking

from enhypen&hi, you can see him taking the lead in making dinner with the members

he critiques your cooking, like a mini gordan ramsy, but in a more loving way

honestly your food is amazing but he doesn’t want to be seen as soft so he pretends to play it off as

“it could be better but it’s still edible”

on the inside, he was screaming at himself

“this is so good! my cute s/o made it for me and look at this cute heart shape! oh veggies too! i should eat these so that i can be healthy”

he’s grateful that you take your time out of your day to cook for him

and who are we kidding?

jay swallows your food

even if it tastes like expired makeup

-ˏˋ~ jake sim ~ˊˎ-

“what is this baby?” jake asks, pulling a yellow bento box out of his practice bag.

he had never seen this box. it was labeled with “with love, enjoy babe!”

jake had woken up late or more so, you wanted to give him some more rest, and you decided to pack his bag and make him a lunch box while you were up.

“that’s your lunch jake,” you laugh at his adorable confused face, putting the ingredients back in the cabinet.

“lunch ?that you made for me?” jake’s eyes widen as you nod your head.

you didn’t know how he would react from the way his face stayed in shock, did he not want it? was the note too much?

that was before he rushed over to hug you and plant a kiss on your forehead.

jake was a simp for you

you were the light of his life, his one and only, his whole world, etc.

you could have grabbed something from the top shelf and jake would cheer like you just won a grammy

he was grateful for anything you did for him, cuddling him when he was tired, packing his bag when he need those extra 5 minutes of sleep

to say the least, he never would have imagined that you would make lunch for him

you had usually packed snacks in his bag since you were also a busy person but it was the first time you had made a whole meal for him

your cooking was the best, next to his mom’s of course

jake almost didn’t want to eat it from how pretty it was made

“why is jake hyung looking at rice like that?”

“because his OH SO precious (y/n) made it for him”

“ahhh makes sense”

-ˏˋ~ sunghoon park ~ˊˎ-

“sunghoon! wait up, wait up,” you yell out, running after him.

maybe it was because sunghoon was blessed with those super long legs but man, does this man walk fast.

sunghoon turns around, baggy white tshirt and black sweats, a black duffel bag hanging off of his shoulder

he corks his eyebrow at your figure that’s panting after chasing after him.

he checks his pockets and unzips his bag, “did i forget anything?”

“here,” you place a bento box with a pink cloth tied in a knot in his hands.

he squints, turning it in different ways, “what is this?

“it’s a lunch box! i made it for you,” you smile.

no thank you came from his mouth but you could tell as his cheeks started to glow pink like the cloth

sunghoon is confused when you make him lunch?

don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful but why?

i see sunghoon as a person to ask why questions for anything his s/o does for him

not is it to just annoy you, but he can feel the love behind the words when you explain WHY you did that thing for him

he loves affirmation over physical touch

sunghoon seems to be someone more introverted and quiet in the relationship

listening to his s/o, nodding to them when their ranting about something

he feels really grateful to you and eats his lunch with a big smile

he attempts to make you lunch too

if jungwon hadn’t called the fire department, you guys probably would be burnt to a crisp </3

-ˏˋ~ sunoo kim ~ˊˎ-

“oh my gosh (y/n)! what is this?” sunoo squeals as you place the newly prepared food in the bento box.

“it’s your lunch, bub,” you smile, seeing his face light up when you mention his lunch.

“for me? for real?” he questions

you nod your head and he starts doing a cute wiggling dance.

“my (y/n) is the best!”

sunoo loves to eat!

he loves all types of foods from all different palettes

sunoo didn’t mean to wake up so early

after a long night of practice, the last thing he wanted to do was go wake up early

but he couldn’t help it

the smell of cooking had instantly made him rise from bed

he took a little peep out to see you rushing around the kitchen

there was an egg, frying in the pan

you were packing rice that was freshly steaming, into a blue bento box

in your (f/c) apron, hair out of your face

he smiles at the sight, pretending to be asleep when you awoke him

-ˏˋ~ jungwon yang ~ˊˎ-

“wonie? are you here?” you softly call out, peeping your head into the practice room

“i’m right here,” jungwon comes from behind you making you jump, almost dropping the lunch box

“hi won,” you smile

“hi (y/n), what’s up?” he smiles, softly giving you a forehead kiss

“i wanted to drop this off, “ you hold up the box

he tilts his head in confusion, “bento box? for me? i didn’t order anything though?”

“idiot, i made it for you”

“oh”

“OH”

jungwon is the leader

even though he doesn’t have to, he always makes sure that his members have eaten or are staying hydrated

he always is worried about his members than himself

and it takes a toll on him as the hyungs said

it made you sad when you heard a report from heeseung that jungwon had been skipping lunch as much as he preached about the topic

enough was enough for you

you got up extra early and got to work

you had prepared a lunch bento filled with protein, veggies, carbs and a small chocolate bar. making sure to pack a water bottle, you packed it in a tiny backpack

you felt proud of your final creation

and from then on, you had decided to start making jungwon lunch everyday

from that day on, jungwon hasn’t skipped lunch

-ˏˋ~ nishimura riki ~ˊˎ-

riki enters the practice room again, cutting his break short while his hyungs take a nap, continue to eat, etc.

as he’s about to start to warm up, a purple bento box catches his eye. it was placed on the speaker.

he didn’t remember that being there before? maybe it was one of his hyungs. he should probably give it to them.

to his surprise when taking a quick glance at it, it said his name

“for your lunch riki! (y/n)”

he quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to you with the caption “is this for me?”

your phone buzzes and you see the notification from riki. you laugh, opening his message

you respond “yes babe! enjoy <3”

just like jungwon, ni-ki had been skipping meals :(((

and you weren’t happy to hear that

ni-ki was still growing and needed nutritious meals to be able to stay healthy

his only excuse was that he needed to practice to be better in dance

ni-ki was already amazing :(((

why did he need to sacrifice his precious lunch time to practice?

you became anxious about the way he wasn’t taking care of himself

he already doesn’t get enough sleep

now not enough nutritious food?

that was not going to pass by you

you wanted to drop the lunchbox in secret, he didn’t need to see your flustered face anyway

you signaled to sunoo in the lobby as he guides you to the practice room

ni-ki was too busy playing on his phone to notice you

you dropped it off but you didn’t expect him to find it so fast

he was glad that it was just a drop off, so you couldn’t see the fire growing on his cheeks

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y6emiko · 2 years

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yandere!cater w rumors — cw. ♡ slut-shaming, spreading rumors, yandere tendencies.

— yandere!cater would and definitely spread malicious things about you in social media. he has a pretty big following count and is quite popular too.

if you don't reciprocate his love? he'll spread disgusting rumors of you through his media outlets, and with a smile too.

— you don't know what's happening, you're blocked from all his other social media, except for personal chats, but today feels.. wrong.

everyone is staring at you like you were some stain, eyes rolling and glaring ..it's honestly kinda scary, and you cling onto cater for support. of course he loves this, he loves the way you nervously laugh and intertwine your hand with his, as he gleefully asks you to eat lunch with him.

... ok, today's getting a bit weirder now. you've been roughly pushed around the crowded hallways, tripping on people's foots and hearing their crude laughter, someone even had the audacity to actually spit in your drink, in front of you and cater too.

you're shocked, cater seems amused, but still looking visibly worried. you can feel the tears watering your eyes as the same person who spat in your drink started chanting obscene words. "whore! slut! stop sucking up to cater-kun and live in the streets!" you gasped.

what did you do? what did you do to earn these horrible insults?... it's been a week and everyone is still cat-calling you, slut-shaming, bullying you. you had even opened up your phone and read through hundreds of insults from people, and that's when you had enough.

— you slowly began drifting away from cater, which irritated him. your supposed to stay with him by his side and he'd help you! he'd remove all the worries from your life, if you would only look at him and love him only!

god, it really ticks him off, but he didn't call off the bullies. not yet. he needed them to break you and tear you apart, until you come running back to his arms and sob out your pleas of wanting all of this to end.

and so, you did break apart, slowly but surely, you felt empty, huddled up with your hood on top of your head, trying as best as possible to hide away from the world.

you ended up in the rooftop, actually contemplating about jumping off the rails...probably a better idea, but a shout stopped you from doing it so.

it was cater! thank god, he's the only person that only comforts you now, running into his arms and breathing in his citrus perfume was so, so calming. a comfort you indulged greatly.

— cater coos at your behavior. the actions you do was so disgustingly sweet, pathetic sobs filled the air as he gently patted your head. ah, this is too sweet! is this the part where you go all lovey-dovey and confess your love to him?

....no.. you didn't confess. you kept venting how you wanted all of this stop, and wanted to live a normal life. god, he's getting tired of your whimpers. cater gently lifted your chin up to see your teary-eyed face.

"ill protect you darling!" he says cheerfully, his other hand wrapping around your waist. "if you become my lover, maybe they will finally leave you alone.." he smiles.

this was a weird idea, like that's ever gonna help the situation, but you were so grief-stricken that you nodded tearfully.

he was actually very sweet to you even if this was a fake relationship, buying you clothes, sweets, desserts, stuffing your mouth up with them too. he takes you out on dinner and lunch dates a bit too many times, and he was genuinely a great lover too.... if you both weren’t faking it you would have kissed his pink lips right there and now.

— and weirdly enough, it actually stopped. threats and insults slowed down and eventually everyone forgot about it. you were so relieved, happy, actually and cater does too.

"cater! i-it actually worked!" you cheered, as you ran up to him. "we can finally stop this fake relationship! ill treat ya to your favorite ramen place-" you stopped, seeing the irritated expression on his usually cheery face.

"...is that reallyyy it huh?" he scoffed, finally breaking the nice boy facade right in front of your eyes. "i’ve done so much for you and scared off the bullies .." he walked over to your trembling figure, looking down at you with a malicious glare.

"you’re not allowed to leave me, so don’t even think about it."

#—twst #twst cater #twst x reader #cater x reader #twst yandere #yandere #yandere cater diamond

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