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thepaperpanda · 11 months

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Fireworks || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: Dabi agreed to visit a festival with you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1748

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Dabi grumbled, reluctantly pulling the hood over his head as you insisted on dragging him to the festival. He found the whole idea utterly ridiculous, and there were plenty of other things he could be doing instead of wandering amidst a sea of vibrant stalls and overly cheerful crowds. But for some inexplicable reason, he found it difficult to say no to you. "Why do you want to go there again?" He muttered, squeezing your palm as you kept pulling him forward.

You couldn't contain your excitement as you walked alongside Dabi through the vibrant festival grounds. The air was alive with laughter, music, and the mouth-watering aroma of various foods. It was a sensory overload that filled you with joy.

"Isn't this festival amazing, Dabi?" You exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across your face. "I love how it brings people together and creates such a lively atmosphere! Thank you for joining me."

"You were whining for weeks. I had no other choice but to join you," Dabi rolled his eyes, tugging the hood further over his head. "This place is too damn bright and colorful, with all these annoyingly happy families everywhere. How much longer do you plan on staying here?"

Sensing that Dabi wasn't quite himself, you decided to pause and give him your full attention. You came to a gentle stop, turning to face him with a concerned expression on your face. "Hey, Dabi," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine care. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit off."

"Yeah. I am fine but I'm not a fan of crowded places like this," Dabi muttered, casting a gentle frown in your direction. "But if you're enjoying yourself, then I suppose it's worth it. Are you having fun here?"

"I love all these stalls," you continued, eyes darting from one display to another. "The handmade crafts, the vibrant clothes, and the intricate artwork — it's like stepping into a world of creativity. But if you're not feeling well here, we can get back home."

"I didn't let you drag me all the way here just to go back home now. Let's just dive and explore, I bet you also want to see the fireworks."

It was peculiar that he took an interest in it. Festivals were never his thing, yet when you mentioned this particular one, he found himself searching online to see what it had in store.

"Look at the food stalls!" You exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "The aroma of sizzling skewers, the colorful array of desserts, it's like a feast for the senses."

You motioned towards a nearby stall, where a skilled chef expertly flipped and seasoned a plate of sizzling takoyaki. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, making your mouth water.

"I can't resist trying everything," you admitted with a playful grin. "From traditional favorites to unique fusion dishes, there's something for everyone. It's a culinary adventure."

Dabi chuckled shortly, looking at your excitement. It was actually very cute to see you like this, maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea.

With a loud sigh, he tilted his head to the side. "Well, then. Pick something. My treat."

"Hey, Dabi," you said, a soft smile gracing your lips. "I think a little something sweet might help lift your spirits. How about trying this?" You pointed to a plate of freshly made taiyaki, warm and fragrant, filled with a rich custard cream. The golden-brown fish-shaped pastries beckoned with their inviting aroma, promising a delightful treat. You quickly laid and offered the pastry to him.

Sighing deeply, he nodded and accepted the pastry.

Indulging in sweets wouldn't alter the circumstances, but perhaps it would bring a momentary spark of joy to your day. "Thanks. I can see you really enjoy all this."

"Yes, Dabi. Thank you for joining me!"

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer against himself. "You know I want to make you happy, so don't thank me."

You nuzzled against Dabi, inhaling the scent of his intense cologne as it enveloped your senses. The aroma filled the air, mingling with the warmth of your proximity. Your nose pressed gently against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat resonating beneath your touch. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now c'mon, let's enjoy this whole thing before I change my mind, little one," he uttered, patting your head. "Let's go and see what else they have here."

As you strolled alongside Dabi through the bustling festival, your gaze scanned the surroundings until it settled on a familiar figure. Among the crowd, there was no one else but Hawks.

Dabi frowned, feeling how your hand slipped out of his. His displeasure grew as he realized you had left his side, but his disdain deepened further when his gaze fell upon Hawks.

Hawks perked up, feeling the gentle tap on the shoulder. He turned around and immediately smiled. "Little feather! How small the world is!"

"Keigo!" You got on your tippy-toes and offered him a hug. "Long time no see! How have you been doing?"

"Oh, ya know, busy! Flying here and there, keeping the number two hero title," he winked and tapped your nose. "Keep it down with the name, 'kay? I don't want people to spot me, since somehow I blended in."

"It would be easier if not the feathery backpack, heh," Dabi commented, walking up to you. "Don't you have better stuff to do?"

"And here is my favorite, crispy friend," Keigo smiled a little wryly. "I do but I also want to relax. I never took you for a guy that likes such colorful places. Kinda against your whole aesthetics," he teased, making Dabi groan.

"Forgive me, Hawks. I always forget about it!" You whispered quietly. You looked at Dabi above your shoulder. "Oh, he agreed to visit this place with me! I was whining for too long, probably."

Hawks' arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Oh, don't be silly, little feather. I bet you didn't whine, he is just grumpy. With me? I would take you here the moment you would have asked."

"But she ain't with you so keep your hands to yourself, chicken," Dabi muttered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to himself.

The hero only laughed. "Someone is getting jealous, as I can see."

"H-hey, Dabi!" You whispered, taken aback by his sudden reaction. "You know well, Hawks and I are friends for years!"

"So? I work with him, and you don't see me boasting about it," he snapped, his arms enveloping your shoulders in a tight embrace. Dabi pressed his head gently against yours, glaring at Hawks with fiery anger in his eyes.

"Aww! Grumpy and jealous," Hawks continued his teasing.

You reached out and ruffled Dabi's hair a little. "That's what made me fall for him."

"Look at you, Dabi," Hawks hummed, "So soft and gentle. So cute!”

"Yeah," Dabi groaned. "Hey! People! It's Hawks! He is here!"

"Huh! No, no... Keep quiet!” Hawks pleaded, but it was too late. As soon as people realized that it was indeed him, he got surrounded by fans excited to meet their favorite hero.

Dabi used this little commotion and pulled you away. Finally, he had you all to himself again. "That's better."

"You were truly jealous!" You smiled at him, instantly intertwining your fingers with his. "But that was not necessary, now he won't be able to enjoy the festival calmly."

"I don't fucking care if this bird brain will enjoy the festival or not," Dabi rolled his eyes. "He was hitting on you, and this annoyed the fuck out of me."

"Excuse me, he was what?" You tilted your head.

"Are you really that clueless, Y/N?" Dabi growled. "He was hitting on you. Flirting with you, and you are mine, only mine. I don't need that chicken around you."

"No, Dabi! Hawks would never flirt with me, I'm completely opposite of his type!"

"He doesn't have a type. He is attracted to pretty girls, and of course my girl is the prettiest of them all." He said, pulling you closer. "C'mon. We are leaving this place. Just don't give me the sad face, it will be worth it.'

"Oh, already?" You made a sad tone but squeezed his palm. "Sure, then, let's go. Lead the way, handsome!"

"You'll like it," he assured.

Dabi guided you along as you walked together, eventually leading you to a serene hilltop. Seating himself on the soft grass, he pulled you gently onto his lap, enveloping you in a warm embrace with his strong arms.

You put your head on his shoulder. "What are we doing here?"

"You'll see in a moment. Just be patient," he nodded, patting your head.

As you nestled closer to Dabi, a mesmerizing fireworks display began to illuminate the night sky. With each burst of vibrant colors and dazzling patterns, your eyes were captivated, fixated on the breathtaking spectacle unfolding before you. The crackling sounds filled the air, harmonizing with your racing heartbeat as you both stood there, enchanted by the magical display of light and wonder. Time seemed to stand still as you watched the fireworks dance and fade, creating beautiful memories etched in your mind forever. "Look! It's pink! Oh! There! Such a beautiful green!"

Dabi's chin rested on your shoulder, and he pointed at the fireworks. "I can see pretty purple and blue hues there. Those are actually pretty," he admitted, squeezing your waist.

You side-eyed him; he was the most handsome man you've ever came across in your life. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his cheek. "I love you."

"You are a lucky one," he nodded and suddenly pulled you into a short kiss. "Because I love you too," Dabi added shortly after pulling away.

"Dabi? Promise you will never leave me."

"Why would I leave the only good thing in my whole fucked up life?" Dabi nuzzled to your neck. "Leaving you would be a foolish mistake."

"Please... Don't say like that."

"I tell you how it is, little one. You are the only good thing in my whole life, and I am not letting you go."

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held him close, enjoying fireworks.

Dabi cuddled you close; it was all he needed. He didn't care if the fireworks were pretty - the fact you were happy and with him by your side was the most important.

#Dabi x reader #Dabi fluff #Dabi x you #Dabi x y/n #Dabi and Hawks #my hero academia fluff #MHA fluff #hawks x reader #Hawks x you #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #dabi

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kumottai · 1 year

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eating taiyaki at 11:00 am with you.

no names; acting like an old couple with young love.

the morning air is always the freshest; when the world has barely woken up and the streets in the suburbs were in their slumber. by then, stores were preparing to open their stalls, our favourite taiyaki place being one of them. the fish-shaped desserts were always a delight, the custard filling being the best part.

“i’m hungry,” i pouted, holding onto his hands as we ambled along the sidewalks of "old" korea town. i eyed the market's fresh fruits when we passed by, sulking because of how delectable it looked— it was either appetizing or i was just really hungry, i couldn’t tell.

“me too,” he chuckled, “what about some taiyaki? they’re making fresh ones right now.” he pointed to the large stand, the only person working hard at creating that delicious pastry. i smiled and nodded, dragging him to it.

“good morning!” i beamed at the worker, their eye smiles peeking from above the mask. “how are you?” i asked, the aroma of the custard filling my senses. it smelled so good, and i held his hand tighter.

“i'm well! you guys are here early,” they grinned, flipping a pastry, “what can i get for you?”

“two custard taiyaki’s, please.” i pulled out a five-dollar bill to pay, gesturing after to keep the change. he gave me two small paper bags, one dessert in each, and gave one to my boyfriend. i giggled at the sight of him heavily eyeing the food, eager to sit and eat.

"have a good day!" i smiled at the man, who waved back and turned their attention back to their work. we sat at the nearby benches, the smell filling the air once we slid our taiyaki to the top of the bag. he took a bite first, groaning at how delicious it was. i followed, savouring the sweet, warm taste in my mouth.

"now this," he said, licking the custard around his lips. "this is a breakfast."

"agreed."

and we sat there, enjoying out taiyaki's at eleven in the morning for breakfast. i put my head on his shoulder, and we watched people walk by. we also fed some crumbs to the birds, and cloud gazed as it came and went. instantly i knew, he was something i wanted to do old-couply things with.

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pinkhairedlily · 10 months

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ss month 2023 | prompt: the great war, "if i still have a place in your heart"

“Tadaima!” Sarada bursts through the door with a spring in her step. Today’s the start of summer, and she couldn’t wait to welcome the season with her favorite things.

The first is her father, Uchiha Sasuke, greeting her at the door, donned in an apron and a spatula in his hand. “Welcome home, peanut.”

She doesn’t ask what he’s cooking; she will eat everything he makes. Except tomatoes of course. But when you love someone, you’d let their favorites exist beside yours. Like the way Sasuke buys three cupcakes with different flavors for Sakura and lines them up with his tomato salad. Or the extra custard cream taiyaki he makes for his daughter’s friends.

The dinner table normally sits three but most days, there are only two warm bodies. Nonetheless, it doesn’t feel too vacant. Conversations of moments apart have filled the spaces. This is how time gets mended. The father and daughter finally rest on the veranda in the aftermath of dishes and wind chimes.

Sarada’s second favorite thing is apples.

It’s not like oranges when you peel and the smell permeates everything, even the pores of your fingers. Apples are meticulous. A good paring knife is necessary to pull away the thinnest skin and mold the fruit into bite-sized shapes. It bruises easily, but the sweetness stays.

“Why do you peel it like that Papa? I can always do it, you know.” Sarada can’t stop gaping at the infamous purple armor, and how its reputation is relegated to slicing fruits. “You don’t need to waste your chakra.”

“It doesn’t have much use. I want to use it this way now.” Sasuke smiles.

She doesn’t hear the silent addition that follows the pause, “It’s because the war has ended.”

“Does Mama love apples so much?”

“I don’t know, peanut. That’s why I’m asking.”

She repeats the question to Sakura on another day as the red skin lands in spirals beside her feet.

“I’m not that fond of apples,” Sakura replies with a chuckle. “And neither is your Papa.”

“So why do you and Papa always peel them?”

“Oh my sweet spring baby.” Her palm ruffles the crown of her daughter’s head, leaving the sticky scent of apple in her strands. “Your Papa, he still doesn’t believe I’d always peel apples for him.”

Sarada sighs in defeat. She’ll never know the depth of it—

That Sasuke is asking: “Do I still have a place in your heart?”

And Sakura is replying: “You never left.”

#sasusaku #ss month 2023 #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #sasuke #sakura #uchiha sakura #uchiha sarada #uchiha family #sssnippetaday #snippet!pinkhairedlily

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dragcnlxrd · 2 years

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🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

jfc i have so many!!!

First and foremost will always be melon or strawberry mochi and better when it's like the ice cream mochi and not just any ice cream mochi it has to be from Mikawaya like SO GOOD BEST OF BEST!

Next will be custard/azuki/mango/or choco filled taiyaki! SO GOOD!

Flan!!! I fuckin love flan but Filipino flan not too much Mexican flan.

PIE!! I love peach pie and boysenberry pie I also love cheese cake

#midori sweet & sour [ o o c ]

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chronicparagon · 9 months

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”What? You want one?” He offered out the spare taiyaki, then just as quickly retrieved it with a smirk. “What’ll you give me for it?” (@keithhoward)

"But..." The light in her eyes dies the moment Kieth swipes the spare pasrty away from her. The smile fades as disappointment becomes apparent on her face.

"That's not nice..." Harmony mutters under her breath with a pout. Then again, it would be better if this was a fair trade. She really wants one and she can't help but wonder what kind it is.

Is it filled with sweet red bean paste? Or perhaps chocolate or vanilla custard? Oh, she would love a chocolate or custard-filled one! With the shop selling them being fresh out of taiyaki, it's too tempting to refuse such an opportunity. It was the third place today that doesn't have any.

What should he give him in return? Takiyaki is pretty cheap, they are about two hundred yen or so for a few of the delicious treats.

"Weeell..." She ponders on her options as payment for the sweet prize in Keith's hand. "I can give you a free meal like at Burger World, or maybe an ice cream!" Then, she claps her hands together as she thinks of another idea. "Oh! How about five hundred yen? That's more than what they are usually sold for! Orrrr....Maybe I can make you something! I can bead like medallions, bolo tie clasps, and Isew things. Please let me know what you like!"

@keithhoward

#keithhoward #answered #thank you!!#Harmony really wants one #for context 500 yen is roughly 5 dollars #it's in the form of a bigger coin compared to the smaller 100 yen coin #1000 yen and higher are in bills #I wanted to mention this in case no one knows #I didn't until I went to Japan for a month in 2017 #I used rough estimates to understand the value of a yen compared to dollars #food tw #I still have a few 5 yen and 1 yen coins from back then

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formeryelpers · 1 year

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With Love, 819 W Las Tunas Dr, San Gabriel, CA 91776

With Love is similar to SomiSomi; both specialize in a Korean dessert known as Ah-Boong, a fish-shaped waffle cone (taiyaki) with your choice of filling and topped with soft serve ice cream. You can also get the soft serve without taiyaki and the taiyaki without soft serve. The cup taiyaki has a wide mouth and the regular taiyaki does not. They also have drinks: slushes, smoothies, and shakes.

A cup of soft serve is just $4.50 and it comes with free toppings that you can add yourself. Or if you want a cup taiyaki ($6.70), you can choose the flavor (4 kinds to choose from) of ice cream & the taiyaki filling (red bean, Nutella, cream cheese, custard).

Soft serve flavors of the day: Pure milk, Pineapple Dole Whip, Ghirardelli chocolate, Matcha

Complimentary toppings included condensed milk, nuts, cookie crumbs, sprinkles, Fruity Pebbles, Cocoa Pebbles

I chose matcha soft serve with a red bean cup taiyaki. The portion was very generous. The soft serve was dense, smooth, and creamy but with an icy edge. The matcha and ice cream were balanced. It was rich and not too sweet. The taiyaki was hot and crispy but also chewy. The red bean filling was chunky and sweet. The matcha flavor was definitely noticeable but not super strong (I like a strong matcha flavor).

Custard taiyaki: Generously filled, thinner shell, crispy edges. The custard wasn’t crazy sweet.

The shop is small and has limited seating. The décor is simple but tasteful. It’s in a strip mall with parking. Service was friendly. They gave me a taiyaki for free.

4.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#With Love #soft serve ice cream #taiyaki #taiyaki ice cream #ah-boong #San Gabriel #Asian soft serve ice cream #SomiSomi #Korean desserts

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kazunekomori · 3 years

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Vaporeon🐟🥨

(eeveelution part 4/9 )

#vaporeon #eeveelution #pokemon #pokemonfanart #fanart #myart #taiyaki #i love taiyaki with custard filling #:>

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: Sorry, but this has been living in my brain rent free too, my commission info is here

* Honey if you’re tall with a big butt-

* You’ve got his heart the second he lays eyes on you

* Like everything he is and everything he will be -

* Baby you can have it all if you’ll agree to be his

* If you’re not tall with a big butt, well don’t worry Yuuji’s still going to adore you it just takes a little time

* It’s not so much because he doesn’t think your smoking hot or anything-

* It’s just, well, Yuji’s kinda dumb

* So anyone outside of his immediate go-to type, it just doesn’t register in his brain

* You can bet your ass he’ll say dumb crap like-

* “Friends can hold hands right?”

* Or

* “Friends kiss sometimes, no big deal!”

* But don’t worry babe, it might take a little while, but eventually he’ll notice all these feelings he’s been categorizing as “friendly” feelings and “positive” feelings are actually Romantic feelings

* Once he finally figures it out, you won’t have to wait long-

* “Oi, (Y/N/N), want to be my lover?”

* Like seriously, not even a second after he has this ‘monumental’ realization

* After that things are pretty easy between you two

* It’s not like much has changed, he’s still your friend, and he doesn’t act any different-

* You guys were holding hands and, apparently, kissing before you were officially dating

* It’s not even that he’s greedy with the way he touches you or anything-

* I think the only thing that does change is that Yuji makes an effort to spend more time with you

* “Oi, wanna go to Shibuya this weekend? There’s a Taiyaki store I’m dying to go too”

* He makes an effort to spend time with you even when he’s not around, like sending you texts and voicemails when he’s away

* Part of the reason he’s so insistent on spending as much time with you as possible is probably because he’s not sure how much time he has left

* I think, Yuji is a really simple guy who sees the good in everyone, so he’s also kind of attracted to anyone given the right circumstances

* But I think, he especially wants someone compassionate

* Someone who will hold him during depressive episodes where he’ll wonder- what if I hadn’t joined the occult club? What if he had played track like everyone wanted? What if he had just minded his own business

* What if Megumi hadn’t followed him to the hospital that day, how different would his life be right now

* And it’s the same regret and remorse that fuels his cursed energy, but for some reason it feels like it’s magnified right now

* It feels like he might drown in this despair

* During those days you just hold him, whispering good things about the world.

* Soft things that’ll help him right now-

* Something to give him hope

* “Hot tea on a cold day” you whisper

* “The feeling of basking in sunlight after a cloudy day”

* There’s a moment of silence as you think of something else to say

* “The smell of rain, and fresh cut grass” he’ll mumble back, and you grin

* “Getting Taiyaki in Shibuya with someone you love” you reply with a grin

* “With ice cream filling and boba?”

* You laugh, what a weird combination

* “Anything you want”

* Yuji’s not the one that’s hard to get along with tbh, the one you have trouble with is Sukuna

* “You know you’ll never save him, I don’t know why you’re trying so hard”

* You would hit Sukuna if it didn’t mean slapping Yuji’s cheek too

* “Shut up what do you know”

* Honestly Yuuji’s a little surprised at the hatred Sukuna shows you

* “Shouldn’t you be happy they’re around?”

* For one because you’re around there’s been more *clears throat* romantic incidents, which of course always leave Yuji in a pretty vulnerable state

* He’s only an orgasm away from having Sukuna take over tbh

* And besides-

* You’re his weakness

* They say the sun is 92 million miles away, but he swears his sun is walking in front of him on the in Shibuya, his hand held firmly in yours

* If anything ever happened to you-

* He wouldn’t be able to live with himself, he wouldn’t be able to go on anymore.

* And that’s when the curse that lives inside him wins

* So he really doesn’t get why Sukuna’s acting like this is the worst thing to ever happen to him

* Sukuna opens an eye on Yuji’s cheek

* “I hate their kind most of all, even more than Jujutsu Sorcerers” he grumbles

* He really does hate you-

* He hates that you’re kind

* He saw your type all the time at his harem, some lowly thing relatives had sold off for money and honor-

* Or a prize from a nation he conquered

* Some dumb creature that thought you would get a reward for sacrificing yourself

* Truly idiotic

* The worst part is he’s starting to like those little fantasy’s you spin for Yuji

* He can feel the sunlight warning his skin after a cold day

* He can taste the heavy condensation of the steam that wafts off of his cup of tea, brushing against his face. The heat in direct contrast to the cold winter air

* And it hurts him to know he probably won’t feel like that again, not for a long time

* Not with you helping Yuji work through his negative feelings like you do

* So he hates you

* He hides his contempt in general, it only leaks out through an occasional insult

* “Where’s your kindness now?” He’ll jeer when you’re having a bad day

* Only for Yuuji to smack his cheek to get him to shut up

* “Ah, don’t pay any attention to him. He’s just grumpy”

* For the most part it’s nothing you can’t handle

* Really you kind of forget he’s there most of the time, until one day you see Sukuna pop out and take a bite of your Taiyaki as you hold it out to Yuji who said he wanted to taste the flavor

* “Oi that was mine!” Yuji screeches, slapping his own face while Sukuna smiles from his hand

* “You just like torturing me don’t you?” He weeps, and you offer him sympathetic pats on the back, giving him another bit of your Taiyaki

* He continues on about how Sukuna just loves to torment him, and honestly why can’t they get along when they share a body

* But your mind is elsewhere

* The next time Sikuna see’s you is when Yuji’s sleeping, the damn brat snores so loud he’s considering throttling him just to get some peace and quiet

* That’s when he hears the door creak, seeing you curling inside around it, a plastic bag in hand

* Great, the perfect end to the perfect day

* “The brats sleeping” Sukuna grumbles from Yuji’s hand-

* He would have spoken from his face but the only thing more annoying than having to deal with Yuji’s snores is having to hear the lovey-dovey crap tumble from his lips when he talks to you

* He figures you’ll leave, or maybe curl up against Yuji on the bed but instead you kneel down, your hand dipping into the plastic bag

* “I’m not here for him,” you start pulling out a Taiyaki.

* “You wanted one right?” That’s why he took a bite, because he wanted to try it too

* Though, annoying Yuji was probably an added bonus

* You hold up the Taiyaki to Sukuna’s ‘mouth’

* And he’s overcome with emotion

* It’s not like he hasn’t had concubines from his harem feed him a great number of things before -

* Like he hasn’t ever felt the tender act from one of his many lovers -

* So he hates that you’re the one that’s bringing out all these emotions in him

* And as he takes a bite from the Taiyaki he finally admits it-

* If you were in his harem, a moronic kind fool like you were one of his lovers

* You would be his favorite

* And that’s why he hates you so much

* Because just like Yuji, you’re his weakness

* “It’s not the same flavor” he mumbles

* “Sorry I couldn’t get the ice cream, it would have melted on the way here-“

* Sukuna wouldn’t have minded one bit licking the cream from your fingers, maybe he would even catch that embarrassed face you always make with the damn brat

* “So I got you a custard one, and a chocolate one, and on the off chance you weren’t in the mood for something sweet I got you a curry filled one too”

* You stumble, hand flying into the bag to pull out the other two, holding them up to him

* And despite himself, Sukuna finds the sight quite...cute

* “Well, I suppose these offerings will do for now wench” And his words are harsh, but you smile like the kindhearted fool you are.

* And that’s how Yuji starts getting pestered for “just five minutes alone with their baby”

* “Scared I’ll show them a better time than you can?” Sukuna grins

* Of course he is! Sukuna had a literal harem of lovers. Who knows what kinds of techniques he knows

* But Yuji’s pride won’t let him admit it

* Yuji scoffs

* “I’d rather die again then let you come anywhere near them”

* It’s kind like you’ve got two boyfriends

* One pink haired one that’s the literal personification of sunshine

* And another, more dark and sadistic one

* And it’s sort of a funky little relationship

* But it’s yours

* “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world” you whisper.

* Your lips brushing against his

* Yuji wouldn’t trade you for anything either

* He loves you ❤️

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ushidoux · 3 years

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Be My Last - Iwaizumi x Reader (Pt. 2)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~2.3k words)

Warnings: nsfw, poor communication tbh, angst?

A/N: There’s always trouble in paradise....

So I haven’t written a plot-heavy fic in a while. Anyway, I hope this is as dramatic as I intended it to be but not excessive.

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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Your phone vibrated loudly, nearly falling off the edge of your office desk but before checking the text, you were already scooping your personal items into your messenger bag and rising to leave the office.

Iwa had intended to meet you after work to grab dinner together before going home, and you quickly glanced at your phone to confirm his arrival while you made your way down multiple flights of stairs (turns out having an athletic trainer as a boyfriend made you a lot more fitness-conscious) to meet him in front of the large skyscraper.

You met him only slightly out of breath, hoping he hadn’t waited long, and he grinned as he saw you, arms uncrossing to take your bag from you and greet you with a kiss on the forehead.

“How was today? More good news?” You inquired cheerfully, linking your arm around his tightly as you started walking. He hummed, his pace still leisurely and his other hand casually resting in his pocket in mock humility.

“What, I haven’t impressed you enough?” He teased with a laugh, earning him a playful slap on the shoulder. Learning that he was going to be head athletic trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team just last week was still fresh, and while you were excited for him, you were a tiny bit apprehensive about how much it would change his schedule. Even though he was already quite busy, you’d gotten used to Iwa’s schedule being predictable and being home every night, especially once he’d moved in with you about a year into your relationship.

While this new position was the biggest event on the horizon, quite a lot had changed since you’d met Hajime and lowered your emotional defenses to let him in, and that simple fact was evident by the way your hand unconsciously snaked down the length of his arm to interlace your fingers with him, as you continued to tell each other about your days.

He’d always impressed you from the very moment you met him. His confidence, his pure kindness and his genuine love for you were only a few of the things that made you love him wholeheartedly. The only regret that you had these days was that you hadn’t met him sooner, or rather, first.

Now, back in the quiet of the apartment you’d lived in for almost four years now, you and Iwa were locked in an embrace shrouded by the steam of an excessively warm shower. Despite the fact that you felt heavy with a generous dinner, the current somewhat pleasant turning of your stomach had more to do with the expert way Iwa’s fingers worked your center without compromising attention to your lips and tongue.

Soft moans of his name earned you the privilege of being gently lifted and pressed back against the shower tile, to leverage you steadily against the pressure of his heavy cock pushing past your walls into you as many times before.

He always knew where to touch and what to fill.

It occurred to you again as he coaxed one orgasm then another out of you with firmly delivered strokes, aided by the slick coming from your legs and the water that ran over the two of you, that you loved him. Fully and without reservation.

Especially when he pulled back to look at your flustered, wanting face, slightly tilted upwards to look at him with eyes enamored, your body fitting him like a glove, and you could practically see his heart swell.

A reckless, all-encompassing sort of love.

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“This is… a lot of food,” your friend pointed out with raised eyebrows as she watched you toss possibly a 15th packet of thinly sliced marbled beef for shabu shabu in your cart before moving along to the condiment section. You were grateful that she was accompanying you on this errand because even though you enjoyed grocery shopping, it seemed like you’d been here for a lot longer than you expected and you weren’t too familiar with most of the ingredients on the long grocery list you’d brought with you.

Besides, the cart was overfilled and you felt that eventually you’d need two hands to push it.

“Iwa wants to invite I don’t know even know how many hungry athletes into our tiny apartment, so I’m just trying to be prepared,” you shrugged.

“By buying the entire butcher shop?”

“Yes.”

“He better be paying at least, this looks expensive,” she murmured, only to open her mouth in a teasing ‘O’ once you flashed Iwa’s credit card in her face with a grin.

Amused, she tossed a pack of vermicelli noodles in the cart then let out a loud, wistful sigh before leaning on the shopping cart handle. You frowned in response, knowing exactly what that sound entailed.

“So when did Oikawa say he’d be back?”

She let out an aggravated groan. “Not for months and then by the time the Olympics start, he’ll be even more busy… This shit is so annoying, to be honest. It’s like he’s never off season!”

You tiptoed to reach a highly placed bottle of shoyu and another of rice vinegar and drop it in your cart. You sympathized with her frustration, you had known intimately once what it was like to be made second priority, even if that wasn’t your life now.

“At least you know he would still choose you over volleyball, no matter how much he loves it,” you reassured her.

You had said the statement without any deeper intended meaning, but when you turned your friend was still eyeing you carefully, concern written in her knit eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she replied, deciding to drop it. But two paces later, she paused to a standstill, and asked, “Do you know exactly who Iwa is inviting over?”

You shrugged your shoulders again. “Honestly, I don’t care, it’s not like I follow sports anymore.”

To that, she replied with a soft hum of assent before choosing to talk about dessert instead.

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Seated at a corner table at the small coffee shop at the base of his hotel, Ushijima Wakatoshi looked carefully at the email invitation, noting the address more carefully this time, a wash of unsettling nostalgia rushing over him.

You wouldn’t notice it from the neutral expression on his face, but ever since he had made it back to this side of Tokyo, the concern of going back in time and revisiting old mistakes weighed heavy on his mind. Of course, he was excited about his new accolades and the opportunity to represent his country nationally, but with few people to share that news with, the reminder of what he had sacrificed to get here seemed less like a badge of honor and more like a condemnation.

For someone who insisted on moving forward, no matter what the pace or price, this was a particularly unwelcome feeling.

And of course, this sentiment was made way worse when it occurred to him that he was being invited to his old home as a guest. Well, he wasn’t exactly sure - while the apartment building itself was definitely the same one where he had lived so many years ago, he wasn’t completely sure whether or not the floor and suite number were the same. It would be an odd coincidence that Iwa lived there too now, but it was a nice apartment building after all, so he assumed it must be a popular place to live.

Still, he couldn’t help the mild uneasiness he felt at the prospect of turning up on that street.

What if by some unfortunate twist of fate, he ran into you? Whether in the lobby, sharing the elevator, maybe even in passing at the konbini where previously he’d surprise you with a custard taiyaki or melon bread to eat in the dead of night... What would he say? What could he say?

He had once practiced some silly assortments of words, many times ages ago when the ache in his heart for you became too much to bear and he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too selfish to ask to come back into your life. He would come up with ways to explain why he’d decided it was better to remove himself from your life altogether over putting aside more time for you, or to explain that he’d made the decision for both of you in order to free you to be loved properly by someone else.

But the more time passed, the more ridiculous it seemed for him to try to ask you to forgive him for breaking your heart, and now three years had gone by.

Was three years enough time for you to forgive him for ending things without explanation? Or for moving out of your apartment while you stayed over your best friend’s house for an entire weekend so that he wouldn’t see you cry?

Ushijima took another sip of his coffee. He was overthinking it; the similar address was just a happenstance. You had probably long since moved on from that apartment just like you’d moved on from him.

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Paper plates, forks, knives and napkins were set aside on your living room table, and you’d cleaned out the patio to allow for more space on the thankfully warm spring evening. Iwa had rushed out with a kiss on the cheek to go get some ice after helping you set up everything, and now you were waiting, hotpot soup base boiling on the stove.

You’d finished just a half an hour before six, and you leaned over the kitchen counter to browse through your text messages. One had just popped up from your friend before you heard an early knock on the front door.

Surprised at the prospect of someone showing up early, you put down your phone and sauntered over, and without even checking the keyhole to see who was standing there, you swung open the door wide, cheerfully giving a warm “Welcome!”, only to find yourself staring your ex-boyfriend in the face.

There was a pause where it seemed like everything that kept your heart beating and your neurons firing had turned off for the split second it took you to recognize him. This was disregarding the fact that he too looked like all the blood had drained from his face when he also realized you were standing right before him.

“___…,” he pronounced in shock.

The sound of his voice calling your name made your heart pound and your head pound and quickly, impulsively, you moved to slam the door.

Reflexively, he blocked it with his palm, not meaning it as aggression, but spurred by the fear of immediately being locked right back out of your life, where he belonged.

“Wait, can we please talk?”

The desperate tinge to his voice was too much to bear.

It had been three fucking years! Why now?

But instead of forcing the door closed against him again, you found yourself running into your bedroom and locking the door behind you, heart pounding in your ribcage in a frenzy. It was hard to think, maybe you were being a little bit too dramatic, but you couldn’t help the panic pumping through your veins.

Relax, relax, relax.

Ushijima, too, immediately forgot that this was no longer his home.

Even if he knew this place like the back of his hand, he recognized the same sofa in the center of the living room, where he’d held you and had you just like every other place in this wretched space, it was no longer his.

It didn’t stop him from breaching the entrance without your invitation, boldly following after you just to knock on the bedroom door that kept you safe and secure, begging for your attention.

“Please, ___. Please, can we talk?”

It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was in fact in the right place, this was his - no, your shared apartment - and traces of another man, Iwaizumi, were all over it.

Your voice was choked up in your throat but you weren’t yet crying, however you were terribly frustrated. Frustrated that three years after a breakup you were taking shelter in your own bedroom all because your ex showed up at your door. Frustrated that he wasn’t being mean, but instead he was being kind; in fact, you were worried there was a wisp of something more you could see in the pained look he had on first regard.

Too much.

Ushijima knocked again.

“Please.”

The correct thing to do would be to face him properly and ask him to take a seat and maybe if you were feeling extra generous, ask him how he was doing politely, limiting yourself to polite conversation, but instead you didn’t say a single word, biting your lip to hold back anger and hurt.

Three years and you were still like this.

“___!”

His voice raised this time, and again the desperation was clear and tugging at your heartstrings, but you would be damned if you were going to move from this spot. He didn’t bang on the door though - Ushijima always had too much self control to do anything fear-provoking out of anger, but he let out a heavy sigh you could hear directly from the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry-”

Whatever he planned to say was cut short by the slam of the front door and Iwa’s harsh voice yelling, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your eyes grew wide as you heard the shuffle of quick moving feet and the thud of bodies hitting the wall, and then you realized that what this looked like was way worse than it actually was.

You fumbled to unlock the door only to see Ushijima pressed against the wall, hands to his side but fists clenched as though he were deciding whether to fight back; you could tell Iwa had already landed a heavy blow from the red spot blooming on his face, and the fact that Iwa still had a solid grip on the collar of Ushijima’s shirt, his fist still dangerously close to his face.

“Hajime!” You yelled, pulling at his arm. “Stop!”

He resisted your plea for him to stop initially, and you could tell he was seething even if he was still. Who wouldn’t be, if they thought their girlfriend was being accosted in their own space?

“T-toshi wasn’t going to do anything… we’re exes.”

Exes?

Iwa gave you a blank look, taking in the info all at once, but what stunned him the most at this very instant was the painfully familiar way you’d said Ushijima’s name.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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DBTS Supplement: Bokuto stealing Omega

AN: This takes place during the festival in Chapter 9 where Bokuto rescues (Name) instead of Ushijima.

S/O to @cosmicmermaid25 for the idea!

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

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supplement: Bokuto steals Omega

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

(Name)’s head snapped up as the faint scent of cedar washed over her.

“Oi, watch it owl-head. This is our Omega.” The more aggressive of the Alphas loomed over her, his lips curled as white canines reflected the yellow lights of the festival.

Golden eyes narrowed at the other Alphas, his lips curling in a sneer. “Are you sure about that? Because I’m pretty sure she asked you to leave her alone.” His eyes zeroed in on (Name). “Are you ok?”

Her tongue darted out, swiping along her bottom lip. “I’d rather not be here with them.”

“You heard her! Clear off if you know what’s good for you.”

A hand grabbed onto her shoulder, squeezing tightly as the trio stood in front of him. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Amber eyes turned black. “I said,” he cleared his throat, “leave her alone.”

The three Alphas flinched, stumbling back at the force of the Apex Alpha’s voice.

“W-we didn’t want her anyways,” the leader stammered, shoving her towards Bokuto. “Let’s go!” They tripped over themselves as they made their escape, shoving one another in an effort to get the furthest away from the Apex.

(Name) let out a sigh of relief, heart lightening. “Thank you so much,” she smiled up at Bokuto. “I didn’t know what I was going to do if they kept pushing.” She tilted her head, taking the green fabric of his yukata before her eyes met his once more. “You’re Bokuto, right? The wing-spiker from Fukurodani?”

His eyes widened, nodding eagerly. “Yeah! Are you a fan?”

“I am! I love how intense your line shots are,” she gushed, bouncing on her feet.

Bokuto beamed, matching her energy and bouncing in his own excitement. “I like you! Are you here alone?” He looked around, not scenting anything other than her sweet strawberry.

Her brow furrowed as she scanned the festival for any sign of the tall, lumbering Alpha that had abandoned her to no avail. “I was here with the Shiratorizawa pack but it looks like they might have ditched me.”

“They ditched you?” His mouth dropped, looking like a goldfish. “Why on Earth would they leave an Omega by themselves?” Bokuto shook his head, grabbing her hand. “You can hang-out with us!”

She lets him drag her over to another member of Fukurodani, who looked up from his takoyaki. Absent-mindedly, she wondered if she should send her pack-mates a text only for her thoughts to be interrupted by his voice.

“Welcome back, Bokuto-san. I’m assuming you were successful?”

“Yep!” He stopped, pointing at Akaashi. “This is Akaashi! And this is--” he blinked owlishly at her.

“I’m (Name),” she supplemented, extending a hand to the setter. “And you’re Akaashi Keiji, the second-year setter from Fukurodani right?”

“That’s right.” He shook her hand, shaking it while looking between her and Bokuto. “Aren’t you the manager of Shiratorizawa?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced. “But it seems like they lost me.”

“Yeah! And I invited her to hang-out with us, ‘Kaashi!” Bokuto grinned, raising their interlocked hands up.

Akaashi raised an eyebrow, gunmetal blue eyes glimmering with subtle interest before giving him a small nod. “The rest of the pack is on the other side of the festival, Bokuto-san. I believe they’re looking for a place to watch the fireworks.”

“Awesome!” Bokuto squeezed her hand, causing her to giggle. His energy was infectious, making it difficult for her to worry about where Ushijima and the rest of Shiratorizawa was. “C’mon (Name)! Did you want any food or anything?” He tilts his head, beaming down at her. “I know Omegas like sweets, do you want some of my konpeito?”

A hand digs into the pocket of his yukata, withdrawing an owl-shaped container of the sugar stars. As she opened her mouth to respond, Bokuto placed one between her lips, pushing it in.

Her eyes widened, swallowing as his fingertips brushed against her lips.

“Did you like it?” He asked, shaking another out and eagerly bringing it to her lips.

“Bokuto-san.” Akaashi fixed the Apex Alpha with a stern look. “You should have asked for permission before doing that.”

Bokuto blanched, his already muted cedar scent bittering as he turned to mumble his apologies to the Omega.

(Name) swallowed, shaking her head. “It’s fine! I just wasn’t expecting that.” Her gaze softens as she looks at Bokuto. “Thank you for the star, Bokuto. I did like it. I was hoping to get some custard taiyaki though.”

The Apex Alpha brightened, “I know a great place to get one! C’mon.” Bokuto tugged her off into another direction, bringing her with him as he weaved through the crowd in order to find the specific stand.

Akaashi let out a sigh behind them, following silently.

“So what brings you to Tokyo? Why’s Shiratorizawa here?”

They stopped in the line of the taiyaki vendor. Bokuto looked down at her, golden eyes sparkling as if they were stars captured from the night sky. They captivated her, easily breaking down any barriers she could put up and coaxing a sense of comfort and safety from the Omega. She gave him a soft smile. “We were doing a mini-training camp with Itachiyama.”

Bokuto’s lip jutted out in a pout. “That’s not fair! Fukurodani should have been invited,” he turned to Akaashi, “right, Akaashi?”

Akaashi nodded, “I’m sure that Shiratorizawa only wanted to train with Itachiyama because they won the Inter-high this year. Perhaps they will invite us next time.”

Bokuto rolled his eyes, stomping his foot childishly and causing (Name) to giggle. “That’s not fair,” he whined.

“I’ll talk to Washijo and see if we can get a training camp started with Fukurodani, how does that sound, Bokuto?”

“You can do that?” He tilted his head, pinning her under his gaze.

(Name) swallowed, electricity shooting through their intertwined hands as warmth coursed through her body. “Yeah, I’m the manager for Shiratorizawa and I’m sure that Washijo wouldn’t mind scheduling a training camp with a team that has one of the best wing-spikers in Japan.”

Bokuto grinned, letting go of her hand to envelop her into a warm bear-hug. “You’re the coolest (Name)! You should transfer to Fukurodani.”

“We already have two managers, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi interjected patiently. “And I believe (Name)-san is a third-year. It would be counterproductive for her to transfer so late in her education.”

At that very moment, her phone rang. “One moment.” She bowed in apology to the Alphas, stepping out of line.

“Stay close!” Bokuto chirped after her, before he was called to place their order.

She nodded, giving him a thumbs-up and returning his smile before she answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello (Nickname)-chan!”

“Mama?” Her eyes widened, looking at the caller Id for a second before bringing the phone back to her ear. “Is everything alright?”

Her mother laughed, “yes everything’s fine! I just wanted to let you know that we’re having you transfer to Fukurodani.”

Her brain short-circuited. “Wait, what?”

Mrs. (L.Name) hummed, “I know it’s last-minute, but your father and I have been talking. We think it’s silly that you’re still in Miyagi while we just moved to Tokyo and we want you closer! Your aunt is on the board at Fukurodani, and they’re offering you free housing, tuition, and even scholarship opportunities. I know that you and Iwaizumi were talking about going to Tokyo for university, and Fukurodani feeds into a majority of the universities here! You’re practically guaranteed a spot here.”

“Oh.” Her mind blanked. “But what about Hajime?”

“You’re bond-mates, aren’t you?” Mr. (L.Name) joined the conversation. “A few months of separation won’t kill you, and you could visit one another on the weekends. This is better for you in the long-run, sweetheart.”

Her eyes drifted over to Bokuto, who was being handed a tray of taiyaki. She pinched her nose, knowing that it was too late to do anything now that her parents had already made the executive decision. “Alright, thank you for letting me know. Will I start there in the fall semester then?”

“Yes, so please feel free to start packing and bringing your stuff to Tokyo. We have your furniture in your room already.” Her father responded before there was a shuffling noise on the phone.

“We know this is sudden, so please don’t feel obligated to finish moving here until the start of term, alright? Enjoy the rest of your summer with your pack-mates and Hajime.”

The two Alphas approached her, Bokuto beaming as he showed her the five taiyakis that he had purchased.

“Alright, I love you Mama.”

“I love you too, (Nickname)-chan. I’ll talk to you soon.”

(Name) hung up the phone, sliding it into her pocket. “Why do you have so many taiyakis?” She asked, looking at the selection.

“I know you said custard, but I figured you could try all of them! They’re Tokyo taiyakis so they’re better than Miyagi!”

(Name) giggled, her heart feeling lighter at the wing-spikers antics. “I don’t think the fillings are that much different, Bokuto.”

“That’s what I said,” Akaashi sighed, looking at Bokuto with a subtle fondness masked by pseudo-annoyance. He cleared his throat, eyeing the Omega carefully with a slight frown on his face. “Is everything alright? You seem disappointed.”

“Oh!” Her head shot up, (e/c) orbs meeting gunmetal. “Actually, I have some news for you guys.”

“What’s up, (Name)?” Bokuto asked, taking a bite out of the takoyaki that Akaashi offered the Alpha.

“I’m actually transferring to Fukurodani! So I guess I’ll be in your care again in the fall.” She grinned.

Bokuto’s eyes widened, almost dropping the taiyaki as he excitedly threw himself onto her. “That’s fantastic!” Akaashi grabbed the tray, letting Bokuto fully embrace her and swing the Omega around. He puts her down, holding her by the shoulders as he looks directly into her eyes. “Do you wanna maybe court?”

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi interrupted sharply as (Name) giggled.

“Let’s just see how the rest of the night goes first, ok?” She patted the Alpha’s shoulder, a wide smile on her face as she decided to entertain him for this moment.

“Hear that, Akaashi? I’m gonna get to court (Name)!”

“That’s if you impress her enough, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi said flatly as Bokuto released (Name).

“C’mon, let’s go find the rest of the pack! You should definitely join our pack,” Bokuto rambled, grabbing her hand and dragging her off once more.

“Do you actually want to court Bokuto?” Akaashi asked in a low voice, not wanting his captain to hear.

“I have a bond-mate,” she admitted softly. “But I feel like he’d be completely shattered if I didn’t agree right now.”

Akaashi hummed, looking at Bokuto’s retreating back. “Just be careful, it’s easy for Bokuto to find his way into hearts.”

“Is that so?” She giggled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, but thank you for the warning, Akaashi.”

Akaashi watched as (Name) got dragged off with Bokuto once more, another sigh leaving him. “That’s what they all say,” he mused to himself before steeling his nerves and following once more. Regardless of what she said now, it wasn’t difficult to fall in love with Bokuto and it seemed that she was already falling for his charms.

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neko-sufis-world · 2 years

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Did you know Herobrine and Steve loves summer and trendy outfits, because they wish they could meet their brother again to celebrate summer party, for example: Beaches, Disco, Dancefloor, ect. ^_^

Ouh. Well, as for Usagi-Ijah, she likes to spend her time with her friends at Japan, when the summer started, they are planning to go somewhere for holiday, vacation I must say. And their favourite snack or food they would like to eat is kakigori, Japanese shaved ice dessert! With syrup flavour and a sweetener, often condensed milk. She also went to the summer party like, beaches, dancefloor, karaoke to sing, etc! Ouh! And you see Usagi's favourite food is sushi, taiyaki, zaru soba, unagi and yakitori! While Yumaki's (Usagi's 1st friend) favourite food is somen, taiyaki, unagi, sushi, anmitsu and yakisoba. For Mayuki's (Usagi's 2nd friend) is ramen, shabu-shabu, yokan, hiyayakko, and hiyashi chuka. And their most favourite food is mochi, sushi and sashimi! ^^

Taiyaki: A Japanese fish-shaped cake, commonly sold as street food. It imitates the shape of tai, which it is named after. The most common filling is red bean paste that is made from sweetened azuki beans. Other common fillings may be custard, chocolate, cheese, or sweet potato.

Zaru soba: A Japanese dish of chilled soba noodles. The dish is typically served with freshly grated wasabi, thinly sliced scallions, tsuyu (mentsuyu), and a dipping sauce made from soy sauce, dashi (made with both kelp and katsuobushi, or dried bonito flakes), mirin(For Muslim, they usually use vinegar, cuz Mirin is made by alcoholic), and sake(Even sake is also alcoholic, so, Muslim use the vinegar only).

Unagi: The Japanese word for freshwater eel, is an elongated fatty fish, rich and bold in flavor.

Yakitori: Bite-size marinated pieces of beef, seafood, or chicken on skewers

Somen(Aka white noodle): Thin, white, noodles usually served cold and accompanied by dipping sauce.

Anmitsu: A Japanese dessert that dates to the Meiji era. It is made of small cubes of agar jelly, a white translucent jelly made from red algae. The agar is dissolved with water to make the jelly.

Yakisoba(Aka fried noodles): A Japanese noodle stir-fry dish. Usually soba means buckwheat, but soba in yakisoba means Chinese noodles (Chuuka soba) made from wheat flour, and are typically flavored with a condiment similar to Worcestershire sauce.

Ramen(Aka noodle): Quick-cooking egg noodles usually served in a broth with bits of meat and vegetables.

Shabu-shabu: A Japanese dish consisting of thinly sliced beef and vegetables cooked briefly in simmering broth at the table.

Yokan: A jellied dessert or confection made typically from a thick red-bean paste, sugar, and agar, formed into a solid block and eaten in slices.

Hiyayakko(Aka chilled tofu): A classic Japanese side dish. Say bye to "plain old tofu" with colorful toppings like scallions, ham and shiso, and enjoy with a versatile konbu soy sauce

Hiyashi chuka(Aka chilled Chinese): A Chinese noodle style Japanese dish consisting of chilled ramen noodles with various toppings served in the summer.

Mochi: A Japanese rice cake made of mochigome, a short-grain japonica glutinous rice, and sometimes other ingredients such as water, sugar, and cornstarch. The rice is pounded into paste and molded into the desired shape. In Japan it is traditionally made in a ceremony called mochitsuki.

After they done having a fun, they went back to the summer house to rest. And they make barbecue at night for dinner. They also made sandwich too! Peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But, Mayuki had a peanut allergic, so, she eats jelly sandwich only instead peanut butter.

For Neko-Sufi, even she lives her own in the big house at forest, she has friends, Maria, Elisa and Rolanda, she meets at café she usually go. So, she can go to the vacation with them on summer. Like went to the beaches, dancefloor and karaoke to sing. And their favourite snack is s'mores, ice cream, slushy and etc.

S'mores: A sweet snack consisting of a chocolate bar and toasted marshmallows sandwiched between graham crackers.

After they done, they went back to the hotel to rest

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hyuneytoast · 3 years

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Stray Kid’s Cafes || OT8

Summary || Stray kids if they were to own cafes!

Genre || Fluffff

Word Count || 1.7k

Note || I wrote this at 2am. (And nervous as hell to post this) I thought it was a cute idea (cause my love fore cafes u know & longing to go to one but covid-) buuuuut... if you think it’s written poorly, my excuse: my half awaken mind and questioning sleep schedule. It’s also because I’m used to writing formally rather than this. Enjoy though ヽ(ヅ)ノ

⤑Bang Chan

Inside/Theme: Dark, moody, and very spacious. Plants in macrame and outlets everywhere. Grey concrete tables with chairs of dark wood and black iron. Either lofi or jazz plays in the background. Flooring patched with large black and white honeycomb tiles. Wood of deep and mysterious browns are made for walls. Glass pendants dangle from above. Perfect for relaxing or studying. Even more perfect to visit on rainy days.

Hours: 9am - 2am

Menu: Cinnamon rolls, espresso, frappes, omelets, sandwiches, croissants (plain or chocolate), salads, raspberry scones, hot chocolate

It’s like your presence just sparked something in Chan. You were a frequent customer, so not only Chan, but other employees recognize you. It just so happened that this day was the day Chan felt braver than others. When you went up to the counter and ordered a hot latte, it was the beginning of an endless exchangement of (cringey) pickup lines. And they were all based on coffee... “If you were coffee grounds, you'd be espresso 'cause you're so fine.” (oh dear god-) The both of you realizing you don’t have all the time in the world, you finish your order but Chan refuses you to pay with money. “Giving me your number sounds like a fairer trade.” And also, starting from this day, would always be some note or saying written on the cup sleeve of your coffee.

⤑Minho

Inside/Theme: Cat Cafe! Small white stools and square tables. Windows as the walls with window sills where cats sleep. Cat toys scattered everywhere. Mini houses with beds and staircases hung on the walls. Like an indoor cat community. In the center is a giant wooden structure in the shape of a tree for cats to climb. Each one has a name. You receive a free slice of cake if you remember each cat’s name. 50% of the treats on display are just for the cats. (And of course, every cat there is up for adoption!!)

Hours: 8am - 10pm

Menu: Shortcakes, blueberry muffins, fruit sandwiches, cookies, lattes (with latte art of cats ofc), mochas, bagels, banana bread.

Scenario || You find a cat wandering the streets and get a hold of it, calling the number displayed on its tags. You eventually return it to the cafe. As a thank you, Minho freely gives you a treat off the menu and a free session with the cats. You two make time fly with endless conversations of your guys love for cats and his opinion on why cats should rule over humans and the entire world. When you're at home later that night, it’s 2am. Turns out Minho saved your number when you called for the loose cat earlier because he sent you photos of his own 3 cats. Many photos. And one with him and a funny/weird filter.

⤑Changbin

Inside/Theme || Open and welcoming, very convenient. A cafe kiosk placed in a park, sheltered by the tall swaying trees and surrounded by the small patches of blossoms. The kiosk is made of tan wood, outlined and roofed with black. The cafe space has a stretched out wooden platform next to it. Above is a wooden frame wrapped in string lighting. Iron benches and long tables. The experience is even more enjoyable during spring.

Hours || 9am - 11pm

Menu || Iced tea, matcha crepe cakes, sandwiches, mocha bread rolls, raspberry lemonade, cappuccinos, ice cream (of many flavors).

Scenario || You should’ve known it was going to rain today. It’s like the huge grey clouds were trying to warn you through the whole morning. Before the pour, though, you strolled through the park and saw the cafe kiosk and let me tell you, those mocha bread rolls sounded good (especially on a chilly day). While sitting on the benches next to the cafe enjoying the mocha rolls, you feel the sky spitting on you and it only gets more aggressive. You look around and see everyone has an umbrella. Except you. Changbin invites you to wait out the rain inside his cafe kiosk (which you gladly accept). He also notices your joy from the mocha bread rolls and decides to show you how he makes it. It was messy (since your lack of baking skills were definitely no help), but fun for the both of you.

⤑Hyunjin

Inside/Theme || A neat and cozy atmosphere dipped in traveling dreams. Walls displayed with plants draping to its heart content and photos of sceneries and dogs (which Hyunjin gladly took and displayed himself). Low tables painted with faint hues of grey, placed against the walls. Linen lounges and small glass vases of baby breaths. Large windows with window sills lined with fuzzy pillows. Towards the back, a small staircase leading to a wooden platform holding up bookshelves.

Hours || 10am - 12am

Menu || Americanos, strawberry crepe cakes, savory crepes, honey toast, fruit tarts, fresh strawberry milk, paninis, strawberry mousse.

Scenario || You’re roaming the section where the bookshelves are. Hands drifting across the aligned books and head pondering what to read. You look next to your side, taking note of Hyunjin suddenly talking to you. He asks about your favorite genres to read. He also recommends you some of his favorite literature (which you eventually discover that majority of them are poems/stories of romance) and says it be fun to read them together, along with his treat of fresh strawberry milk. Reading sessions and strawberry milk became a weekly routine for the two of you.

⤑Jisung

Inside/Theme || Shelves of pastries for you to grab and put on a tray. Filled with an aroma of sweet coffee. Simple tables and benches made of deep browns. White counters tiled with a large honeycomb pattern. Walls are of a light grey. Next to windows are woven hanging chairs with cute cartoon animal characters. On the counter is a jar of stick props for photos ‘cause why not.

Hours || 9:30am - 10pm

Menu || Cheesecake (of many different flavors), chocolate cake, iced americanos, croissants, cake rolls, custard bread, cream puffs, egg tarts, tirimisu.

Scenario || You ordered a few slices of cheesecakes after asking Jisung which ones he recommended. It was quite obvious he loved cheesecake more than anything and of course you couldn’t order just one flavor! Along with the few cheesecakes, You also ordered an americano. After receiving your drink (and cheesecake), you found a small note taped on the cup: “If you want more cheesecake suggestions, ask me anytime!” Below was a doodle of a squirrel and his phone number. AND maybe... just maybe... You take a photo of your cheesecakes to show your friend and Jisung ends up photobombing half of the photos you took (with some of the props from the counter). And of course you don’t notice until your friend starts spamming you about the guy in the background.

⤑Felix

Inside/Theme || A video game cafe, sells mainly bubble tea. Very homey with couches and bean bag chairs. A few TVs hooked up to the Switch. Simple patterned rugs and walls of a faint blue. Cute cartoon stickers displayed on walls and concrete counters. White shelves of board games.

Hours || 8am - 11:30pm

Menu || Bubble tea, brownies, cookies (of many kinds), bubble waffles, banana pudding, toast (sweet & savory), pancakes.

Scenario || You enter the cafe when it’s empty. You order a treat of your choice and make your way to play the Switch. With no other customer around, Felix decides it won’t hurt to take an extra break and play with you. (To beat you in a game or more of Super Smash Bros to be specific.) 1 game turned into countless that you both even lost track of your scores. And perhaps he got too distracted and almost missed the growing line waiting at the counter. But! Weekly video game tournaments between the two of you became something to look forward to. And maybe the two of you decided to play UNO one day and boy did the game put the two of you in a pit of raging hell.

⤑Seungmin

Inside/Theme || A comforting, more on the minimalistic side cafe. White brick walls, light grey flooring, and high beamed ceilings. Black pendant lights hanging, painting the cafe in light hues of honey. Long high tables with tall iron stools. Small potted succulents aligned on the table. White marble counters and pastries displayed in glass cake stands.

Hours || 7:30am - 10:30pm

Menu || Lattes, croissant sandwiches, chocolate mousse dogs, crepes (sweet and savory), lemon poundcake, biscuits with peach jam, homemade soups.

Scenario || Lets just say your day has been extremely hectic. For a cure, a treat from your favorite cafe sounds like a good plan. Though, you end up entering the cafe five minutes after closing hours. Great. Seungmin, who is inside cleaning up one of the tables, notices (and also recognizes you’re the frequent customer he has gotten to be friends with over his shifts). He unlocks the door and happily lets you stay after hours. You have latte (which Seungmin actually draws a happy face on the cream) and a chocolate mousse dog while chatting with Seungmin. Thanks to Seungmin’s constant invitations, late orders and chats ended up becoming regular.

⤑Jeongin

Inside/Theme || Low platform seating and low round tables. Small jars of fairy lights and daisies. Background music is either lofi or indie. Walls of a comforting dark green and floors of dark wood. Framed cute doodles and warm signs decorate the walls. High ceilings with gold lamps hanging.

Hours || 7:30am - 9pm

Menu || Milk bread, milkshakes, taiyaki (with different fillings), taro crepe cakes, fruit tea with popping boba, soufflé pancakes.

Scenario || You know that broken or no internet connection running dinosaur game (if not look it up and it’ll literally change ur life.)? Well, you brought your laptop to study but surely a game or two won’t be a big deal. And maybe playing also lended time to mentally prepare yourself just to ask for the wifi password. When Jeongin came to serve your cake order (a taro crepe cake or any crepe cake is a must try in life), he places the plate next to you and begins to speak as he notices your screen (where you keep running into pterodactyls and failing). And no, he wasn’t giving you the wifi password. “Can I try?” Beating each other’s high scores, still no wifi, and chatting. That’s how the rest of the afternoon went. (With Jeongin taking a break every now and then to help the customers of course.)

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[FANCAFE] 201231 IU replies to fans’ comments

Fan: Please give a spoiler of your full-length album!! IU: This isn’t a spoiler for my album but just how I’ll be like one hour and ten mins from now [inserts Me on new year meme]

Fan: Unnie, what’s the first song you’ll be listening to in new year?? I’m going to listen to The Red Shoes! So that even if I close my eyes and walk, I will choose the right path (*t/n: lyrics from The Red Shoes) IU: For me, my new song.. heheheheheheheheheh

Fan: Unnie.. The hearts… on Instagram? What… do they mean… IU: Those… those mean nothing at all……; IU: ☪️☪️💜☪️☪️

Fan: Unnie, please take good care,,, of your cartilages that you only get once in your lifetime!!! I’m going for a surgery because I wasn’t able to take good care of them ㅜㅜ You told us to take good care of our health and I failed to do so, i’m sorry 🥺🥺 IU: Oh no…ㅠㅠ how painful will it be… hope your surgery goes well… Let’s build our muscles well..!!

Fan: Do you sleep well these days??? Sleep well too tonight 😘 IU: These days I sleep so well, I sleep as soon as I close my eyes. But it doesn’t feel like I’m resting because I’m singing in my dreams too 😇

Fan: Unnie I love you so much so so so so so much ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅜㅜ ♡ * ♡ ᕬ ᕬ ♡ * ♡ + ♡（⌯'-'⌯) ·ﾟ♡ + ┏━━━♡ U U━♡━━┓ Love you🤍 ┗━━━━━━━━━━┛ IU: I love you so so so so much too. I spare no piece (of my heart) in loving you 💜💜💝

Fan: Please tell us a TMI… IU: It’s time for me to dye my brows

Fan: So they (heart emojis) really mean nothing?.. IU: They seriously mean nothing, I guess I made many people confused.. 😟

Fan: I plan to stay at home watching all Netflix shows, please give your recommendation! IU: What are you talking about, you should be watching on Wavve (!) *t/n: IU is the model of Korean streaming service Wavve.

Fan: Unnie, which artist would you definitely want to invite to IU’s Palette in 2021? IU: IU-ssi, please come on the show once

Fan: Unnie uNnniEeeeeee please just share a photo…🥺 IU: Merry Christmas (?) [inserts a photo of herself holding a snowflake cookie]

Fan: Unnie, will you be performing Blueming at the Golden Disc Awards?! 💙 IU: Should I do it??

Fan: Please release your album well next year… The hearts (emojis) mean nothing - Jian- IU: kekeke this was funny keke

Fan: Jieun-ssi, it’s so nice to see you being peaceful and relaxed these days IU: But to be honest I really have no time to spare these days ㅠㅠㅠ heu hehehehe

Fan: Unnie, have you been covering up the mole below your eye or is that a new one??? IU: It was tiny at first but it became obvious after being exposed to sunlight every day when I was filming Dream kekeke I’m still awkward with it too

Fan: Unnie, are you really O hyung (type)!! I think something’s wrong… because our unnie is an In-hyung (doll) IU: Why are you like this hyung (older bro)..

Fan: Unnie, you’re really like a dandelion…so tiny and precious…what I mean is that I love youㅠㅜㅜ IU: Shall we hold hands~ Forget ~ about the past~ Please tell me~ that you love me~ (*t/n: lyrics from ‘Dandelion’ by OOHYO)

Fan: Any hairstyle you want to try for this full-length album? IU: The moment I dye my hair, it’ll turn into short hair by force 🥰 *t/n: IU is probably saying that her damaged hair will break off if she dyes it again.

Fan: Noona, I saw your dance, it was really beautiful. IU: Dongsaeng, thank you, for liking it. *t/n: Noona (older sister), Dongsaeng (younger brother/sister)

Fan: Red bean-filled Taiyaki (patboong) vs Custard-filled Taiyaki (shooboong) IU: ? shooboong??? shoouuuuuboong???

Fan: (Your) YouTube channel will reach 5 million subscribers soon, we can anticipate a lot right?? IU: To be honest I still don’t have any (content) ideas for that… 😟

Fan: Unnie, your total fancafe visits is 4 days kekeke Please come on here more frequently next year! IU: No, it’s because I created a new fancafe ID!! This is unfair!!! ㅠㅠㅠ kekeke *t/n: IU’s previous fancafe ID was hacked so she had to create a new one.

Fan: Unnie, did you recover from gastritis quickly? Don’t be sick, my love ㅠㅠㅠㅠ IU: Once you get gastritis, you’ll easily get it again. Everyone please take good care of yourself while you’re still healthy 🥺🥺 I’ll take good care of myself too

IU: Hey Uaenas! Don’t just look at your phone when the clock strikes 12, look outside the window, greet your family members well, tell yourself to do well for the year and start off the new year energetically!! I hope everyone sleeps well today, thank you ❤️️

IU: Byeee 🌱 [inserts photo] (Photo: Can you see it? I mean how beautiful spring will be after a day)

Source: IU official fancafe Translated by IUteamstarcandy

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