#one time i was really craving a chocolate lava cake but i ordered a chocolate milkshake instead and they brought me a chocolate lava cake

[cuddlepilefics]

Cuddling on the couch

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Minho

Prompt by: @sicktember

Jisung gets a tummy ache and ends up really bloated and burpy. While he feels embarrassed, Minho doesn't judge and just wanted him to feel better.

No one’s POV.:

It had been a while since Stray Kids had last had a chance to hang out together. Usually, they’d have to split up for individual schedules or work in their respective subunits, so when the opportunity came for all of them to go out for lunch together, there was no way they’d miss out on it. Since those occasions were quite rare, they decided to pick a nice restaurant to eat at and it were Hyunjin and Jeongin finding one that they thought everyone might like. They had half of the day off, so after finishing their schedule in the morning, they met up for lunch at the restaurant, excited to spend some quality time together. Unsure of what dish to order, Minho and Jisung ordered two different dishes that they both liked, so they could share and have a variety. As they waited for their food, Changbin, Jisung and Felix were bickering, Seungmin and Jeongin throwing in teases here and there, and Minho was happy. It wasn’t common for Jisung to let loose in public but here he was, joking around with his noisy group, not having a care in the world. They needed to have such get togethers more frequently, especially now that their dorms were separated and they sometimes went without seeing their friends if 3racha had their own schedule and worked late into the night.

Soon their food was served and the bickering died down, everyone too focused on the plates in front of them. Jisung gave Minho a wide smile as they tried their dishes first before trying each other’s. The dancer gave a hum of approval and no further words were needed for them to agree they had made a good pick. “Hey, how about we hang out at the park for a while after lunch?”, Hyunjin asked hopefully, “The weather’s nice today and the forecast said it’s going to get stormy in a few days, so let’s enjoy the last warm days of the year.” Felix and Seungmin were quick to agree and Chan hummed: “I can’t even remember the last time I really spent time outdoors. Sounds like a great idea to soak up the last few sunrays.” – “Can we have dessert here though?”, Jisung pouted, “They have cheesecake and I’m really craving some right now.” Nodding, Felix added: “I’ll probably pick up some snack from the convenience store as dessert instead but we’re in no rush, are we?” – “We’re not. For once, we’re not”, Chan laughed, ruffling Jisung’s hair. He was glad his dongsaengs got to eat whatever they wanted and wouldn’t dare take this opportunity away from them.

They finished their food and Jisung ordered himself a slice of cheesecake. Chan ordered some chocolate lava cake and Seungmin got a cupcake, while the others opted for picking up some convenience store snacks and candy to eat at the park. Jisung insisted it was the best cheesecake he had ever had but wouldn’t let anyone try. The only one, he offered a bite to was Minho but the dancer declined. He could see how much his dongsaeng loved it and didn’t want to take any off the younger. He did appreciate the gesture though. Once the rapper had washed down the last bite with the rest of his soda, they were ready to go and paid before leaving for the park. Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin took a detour to the convenience store down the street, promising to pick up some pudding for Minho, who wanted to spend more of his free afternoon with Jisung. Both parties agreed to meet at a specific bench within the park and Minho took Jisung’s hand, swinging their intertwined hands as they walked into the park.

Jisung was grateful they could take their time walking, feeling full after the heavy meal. It wasn’t even like he had eaten that much but he probably wasn’t used to eating so much in one sitting. With how busy they had been, he had mostly just fit in snacks whenever he got the opportunity to. The fresh air should help his stomach settle though, so it’d be fine. The rapper’s stomach rumbled quietly as it tried to digest the unusual lunch but it wasn’t loud enough for anyone but Minho to hear and feeling his dongsaeng tense next to him, the older didn’t want to call him out. He could tell Jisung was flustered by the noise, so better pretend he had heard nothing. By the time they reached the bench, where they wanted to wait for their friends, the younger had grown quiet and Minho noticed him shift uncomfortable next to him. His silence might just be a food coma at least that was what it seemed like to Chan and Seungmin but Minho knew better. The dancer knew something was up with Jisung but hoped the other would tell him himself. However, as his stomach started to hurt, the rapper decided he wouldn’t speak up, as to not ruin their afternoon. It had been so long since they had been able to do something like that and he didn’t know what they’d next get a chance to just hangout, so there was no way, he’d be the reason his group had to worry.

Minho was pulled from his thoughts trying to figure out what was bothering his dongsaeng, when their friends joined them and Hyunjin handed Minho his pudding, along with a plastic spoon. A wide smile spread on Minho’s face as he thanked the younger dancer and opened his pudding, instantly scooping some onto the spoon. Despite the dancer’s excitement, he didn’t miss how Jisung grimaced and turned to look away, muffling a breathy burp against his fist. The younger’s stomach was in knots, feeling overly stuffed and aching with every breath he took. There was also a faint hint of nausea but he hoped his stomach just needed some time to digest without any incidents. The other members were sharing their snacks and even offered Jisung some, who awkwardly declined, claiming: “The cheesecake took up all the remaining space in my tummy.” As if to prove his statement, his stomach growled and the rapper tried not to wince as it cramped painfully. He was happy though, just quietly sitting together with his friends. It had been a while.

Once the sugar rush really hit the boys though, the peaceful moment was over. While most of the members started playing tag, Minho stayed seated on the bench. He didn’t want Jisung to feel pressured to join. “You wanna go for a walk?”, the dancer offered, adding, “I feel too full to run around like that but maybe a walk could help things move along.” The younger nodded. He really didn’t feel like running but maybe the walk would help. Minho disposed of his empty pudding cup and took his dongsaeng’s hand instead as they made their way along the footpath.

After a few minutes of walking, Minho spotted a cat by some bushes and tore himself away from Jisung to go pet it. With his hyung’s focus elsewhere, the rapper could finally take a moment to himself, protectively wrapping one arm around his middle and allowing himself a pained grimace. This wasn’t how he had expected his afternoon to go when they had decided to eat out. His stomach gurgled loudly and Jisung had to resist the urge to hunch over. There were still people who could see him. Like Minho, who had turned to look at him over his shoulder, his brows furrowed with worry as the cat rubbed its head against his leg. “You feeling okay, Sung?”, the dancer asked softly, watching his dongsaeng lean his back against a tree. Jisung shook his head, closing his eyes as he sank into a crouch with his back still against the tree, a lone tear making its way down his cheek. Feeling even more concerned now that the younger was showing himself so vulnerable out in public, Minho rushed over and crouched in front of him. Carefully brushing away the tear, the dancer whispered: “What’s wrong?” Before having a chance to answer, Jisung’s stomach grumbled loudly and the rapper squeezed his eyes shut, gritting out: “M-my stomach’s really bothering me.”

After a few shaky breaths, the cramp eased and Jisung was able to get back up but for Minho it was obvious the fun was over. “Let’s head back home then, hm?”, the dancer hummed, “I just need to tell Chan we’re leaving and then I’ll take you home.” Jisung shook his head though, insisting: “I-I don’t want to ruin your hang out a-an’ it’s only a tummy ache anyway, I *hic* I should be such a cry baby about it. This is embarrassing.” – “It’s not embarrassing. You’re not feeling well and you have the right to say so without being considered a cry baby”, Minho cooed, cupping the rapper’s cheek, “We’re going home and see how we can make you feel better.” Not finding the energy to argue, Jisung let the older pull him along and blushed when they approached Chan. The leader gave them a questioning look, so Minho announced: “Sungie and I will head back to the dorm early.” – “Okay? Are you sure, you don’t want to join us? Everything alright?”, Chan frowned, not wanting his dongsaengs to miss out on such a rare opportunity. The reminder made Jisung feel even more guilty and he couldn’t help but blush again, ashamed that he was making such a big deal out of an upset stomach. “Yeah, just a stomach ache”, Minho shrugged, giving the rapper’s hand a comforting squeeze. Chan’s face fell as he realized: “Do you think it was the food? You both shared, so….” – “Probably”, Minho hummed, running his free hand over his middle, “It’ll be fine, we’re just going to make some tea and wait it out.” Trusting his oldest dongsaeng, Chan nodded and told them to feel better.

“W-Why didn’t you s-say you were feeling bad too? Now I feel even more pathetic about not toughing it out”, Jisung whimpered as soon as they were out of earshot. Shooting him a comforting smile, Minho admitted: “That’s because I’m not feeling bad. You looked embarrassed, so I lied. I feel alright, so it can’t be food poisoning but maybe you overwhelmed your tummy and it needs time to digest. I’ll make you some tea once we get home and we can cuddle, how does that sound?” – “Like heaven”, the younger whispered, palming his sore middle. He could feel the upset organ churn under his hand and unlike he had hoped, the pressure didn’t help, so he hurriedly removed his hand, catching a queasy burp in it instead.

Feeling the most comfortable with where things were, Minho decided to take Jisung to the dorm he shared with the maknae-line instead of the 3racha dorm. Once they had removed their shoes, the dancer settled Jisung on the couch, where the younger hunched over hugging his tummy. Tangling one hand in the rapper’s hair to lightly scratch his scalp, Minho rested his other hand against the boy’s forehead, relieved that he wasn’t running a fever. Jisung sighed and relaxed into the touch, the head scratches taking his mind off the turmoil in his tummy, so he wasn’t too pleased when the older pulled away. “Wait!... Don’t go”, he pleaded, clutching Minho’s hand when the dancer stepped away. Gently removing his dongsaeng’s hand, the older smiled: “I’m just going to make a cup of ginger tea to soothe your stomach. I’ll be right back, so we can cuddle, yeah?” Defeated, Jisung nodded and curled up on the couch, so Minho hurried. He didn’t want the younger having to wait any longer than absolutely necessary.

Minho carefully placed the steaming cup onto the coffee table and took a seat next to the rapper, gently running his hand down the other’s back, smiling: “Let’s get you your cuddles now.” At this, Jisung uncurled slightly, just enough so that the other would fit onto the couch to spoon him. The movement made his stomach gurgle and he bit his lip. Minho laid down on the touch and cuddled against his dongsaeng’s back, cooing: “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” The rapper gave a shy nod and closed his eyes when Minho slipped his hand under his sweatshirt. “Woah, you’re really bloated”, the dancer gasped, feeling how round and tight Jisung’s middle felt under his hand. The younger flushed in embarrassment, glad he was facing away from his friend. Minho gently ran his palm over the stretched skin, earning a relieved sigh, but as soon as he applied a little more pressure, the younger tensed, muffling a burp in his sweaterpaw. “Am I hurting you?”, the dancer asked worriedly. Jisung shook his head, unable to answer before burping again. “No, but it’s humiliating”, he whined, “If you use that much pressure, you’ll make me burp.” Comfortingly squeezing the rapper’s arm, Minho cooed: “It’s not humiliating, it’s natural. If it’s the gas hurting your tummy, it’s better to get it out, so stop fighting it.”

Though Jisung kept whining in embarrassment, he didn’t fight Minho as he continued to rub his stomach. The rapper was a little burpy still but Minho insisted he didn’t have to feel shy, it was only the two of them home and he’d probably feel better afterwards. He wasn’t wrong. After a while, Jisung felt a little less bloated and gratefully accepted the warm ginger tea, sipping it slowly. His stomach had stopped hurting, though it still felt uncomfortable, so once he had finished his tea, he pushed himself back against Minho’s chest. “You wanna take a nap?”, the dancer offered quietly. He slipped his hand back under Jisung’s sweatshirt and continued drawing soft circles over the younger’s middle. Starting to get sleepy, the rapper nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in his hyung’s affection. It was a little cramped on the couch and he knew Minho’s bedroom was only down the hall but he was far too lazy and comfortable to move right now.

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[foxaes]

I’m not the kind of person to complain or send food back at places (exceptions include ordering rare steak and getting it well done, or getting a poorly made version of something I order often and Know shouldnt be like that) not because I dont want to bother anyone but mostly just bc like, you know, sometimes fate intervenes and food is food and who turns down a lovely surprise?

#fox talks #one time i was really craving a chocolate lava cake but i ordered a chocolate milkshake instead and they brought me a chocolate lava cake #and i was like. fuck . how did they KNOW?? #or like i order a coffee and they give me a larger or smaller size and im like u know what thats okay! fate says less coffee today!

[unabashegirl]

HI!! cn u pls do one of y/n surprising harry on tour or sth and doing sth with the fans while doing so hehehe MAKE IT SUPER FLUFFY PLS KSNDJDND 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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There he stands, hearing his name being chanted by hundredths of people but he has never felt as lonely; not even when he was single. At least then he hadn't had a taste of her. Now he is addicted to her love and her soft touch inflicted by her tiny, delicate hands. The same hands that hold him in his darkest times. And the same hands that he has held above her head when he makes sweet love to her.

Y/N is quiet, reserved — an introvert to the t. She prefers to stay home than dressing up and partying in crowded spaces. If there is one thing she enjoys the most is quietness. Perhaps that was what captivated him when he met her that afternoon at an art exhibition. He is so used to the screaming and loudness of people that he now naturally, gravitates towards the quietness. Thus, why he had stumbled into that small, serene exhibition that day. He started the conversation after noticing her admiring for far too long a single painting out of the bunch. Harry couldn't understand what she found so alluring and his curiosity got the best of him. They sat for hours on an uncomfortable bench talking about their lives as if they weren't complete strangers, but acquaintances.

Falling begins getting played by the band: an organic smile spreads across his face, product of remembering the first time that he played the album to her — in the privacy of his home. 

That day she sat on the couch with her legs crossed just after preparing herself a hot cup of tea. She wore one of his colorful jumpers and an old pair of grey pajama pants that were too big for her small frame. He would never forget the way, her eyes swelled up in tears when the last song was played. 

He’s been quiet all night and everyone has noticed. He hadn’t been his usual careless self throughout the rehearsal nor he had danced around to the music. The truth is that he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. He has been gone for far too long and it is starting to take a toll on his mental health. He misses the way she always manages to put him to sleep by just running her fingers through his hair. He misses how she always goes to bed wearing socks, yet wakes up barefoot. He misses the random conversations in bed when she can’t remember how to sleep and how she always wakes him up to a cup of tea and a minty, fresh, morning kiss.

His eyes are tightly closed with both ringed hands wrapped around the mic. His throat veins pop out as he hits the perfect note in the chorus. He knows he can’t do much about the obscure heaviness he currently feels in his heart. Nothing could ever fill the void that he feels in her absence. The only thing he is sure about is that he will never again leave her behind. He regrets the day he agreed on her staying because of work.

The melancholy song comes to an end earning quite loud cheers and howls from the crowd. He opens his eyes after taking in the last bit of his emotions. The crowd had felt his pain. They have known for a considerable amount of time, the woman that makes Harry’s knees go weak.  One afternoon a reporter had taken a picture of her getting picked up at work by Harry.  The next morning, her face was splatter everywhere. He was irate. He didn’t want to keep her hidden, but he wanted to reveal the relationship at their own time and terms. And the reporter had stolen that from them.

“What’s yeh name?” Harry asks an individual in the crowd as he approaches the edge of the stage. He knows how much fans appreciate and enjoy having some type of interaction with him. He also realizes he hasn’t been as in the moment as other times. Hence, why he is trying to make up for it. 

It takes him a few times to perceive what she is saying through the ear-piercing screams. 

“Are you sad?” A small smile appears, still surprised at the skill that the fans have developed to figure out his demeanor based on his tone and mannerisms.

“M’not” He replies, trying to hide the sun with a finger. No one in the crowd believes him especially with that little smile of his. 

Suddenly, their attention is ripped away from him. Their eyes drift back and to the side where the curtain is situated. It takes Harry a few minutes to realize that everyone’s got their attention focused on something behind him.

Y/N stands shyly a few feet away from Mitch, fiddling with her fingers. She looks tiny from where he is — adorable actually.

He is shocked — speechless even. Harry isn’t sure if he is more astounded that she has managed up the courage to appear on stage with him or that she is finally, in the same place and in the same country as him.

Meanwhile, the crowd is going crazy. They are just as shocked as Harry. Most are happy and giddy that Harry was reunited with his girl and that she had managed to surprise him. They thought it was a particularly precious gesture from her.

Y/N gives everyone a shy smile and a wave causing everyone to go nuts. It also manages to snap Harry out of his trance.

It takes him only takes four strides to stand before her.  He throws an arm over her and pulls her into a warm embrace while he holds the mic with his other hand. Harry kisses the top of her head. This is obviously not the only way he wants to greet her, but he recognizes that he is in front of a crowd with phones. He craves to kiss her but still wants to keep some grade of privacy and intimacy in his relationship. 

“Shows over. Go home” He jokes for the first time in the night. “Just kidding. This is Y/N — my girlfriend” A big smile covers his face, crow’s feet visible. She hides her blushing face with her hands. “She’s a bit shy. Aren’t you lovie?” The term of endearment is enough to cause everyone’s hearts in the arena to melt. “Anyway, I don’t think I should embarrass her any longer. Say goodbye to Y/N!” Harry asks the crowd as he escorts her off the stage. 

As soon as they are off stage, he doesn’t waste time in connecting their lips. “I love you” he mumbles one last time against her lips before running back on stage to finish his show.

Y/N watches him the rest of the night from the side of the stage. She is pretty proud of herself. She has managed to pull the whole thing through. Jeff had helped her planned it. He had arranged everything for her to fly out and arrive a few hours before the concert. Jeff had also managed to keep her hidden from Harry most of the night. 

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Y/N sits next to him with an elbow on the table and her head resting on her hand. She knows it's not polite to have her elbows on the table at dinner, but she can’t help admiring her boyfriend. 

Harry sits beside her, his hips turned towards her even though he is talking to Mitch from across the table. His left hand resides on her thigh, holding her close while he uses his other to gesticulate. Even if it’s a habit of his to have the first buttons of his shirt undone, she can’t help admire his bare skin and the pearl necklace that wraps around his neck. 

Harry can feel her expressive eyes on him. He can slightly see her from the corner of his eye. He attempts to ignore her gaze and continues the conversation with him. Although it becomes harder to do with every passing second. 

“Stop looking at me like that” He whispers as he turns his attention momentarily to her. His grip on her thigh tightens as a warning. His tone is rough, but his cheeky smile contradicts his statement. Mitch smiles at the couple’s interaction and decides to give them a bit of privacy. Therefore, he turns to the next conversation happening beside him. 

“What are you talking about? I am not doing anything” She says just in time as dessert and coffee get served. Y/N had ordered a chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream and a cappuccino. On the other hand, Harry had ordered a double expresso and had refused to order anything else. Even though Y/N knows that he will probably end up taking most of hers. 

Harry’s hand reaches down and grips the edge of her chair, yanking it closer to him. 

“Hi” He smiles as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Hi” Y/N kisses the tip of his nose before turning towards her dessert.

“Lovely shirt you are wearing” Harry’s right arm wrapping around her as he leans in to kiss the skin below her ear.  He can smell the faint scent of her favorite Chanel perfume.

“Thank you. It’s my boyfriend’s actually. He is just kind enough to lend it to me” She shrugs feeding herself a mouthful of hot lava cake. She is wearing one of his white linen, button-down shirts along with her own beige skirt. The shirt seems to tie the entire outfit together. Plus, it still smells like him. It made sense at the time. This is why Y/N has been especially careful not to ruin or spill anything on the designer shirt — all night long. 

“Really?” Harry reaches out and with his thumb wipes the remaining chocolate off the corner of her bottom lip. “Lucky bastard,” he says, sucking the chocolate off his thumb. Y/N slices a piece of the dessert knowing what’s coming next. “Can I have some, lovie?” 

She giggles proceeding to feed him a spoonful of the ridiculously sweet dessert. 

“What?” 

“You always manage to steal my dessert” 

“S’not true!” Harry opposes even though he knows she is right. He doesn't fancy anything until she is already eating it. “okay. maybe a bit” it’s not until she gives him a look that he finally confesses with a mischievous smile. 

She responds by wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering near his ear an intimate ’I love you’. Harry grips her chin, giving her the proper kiss that he has been waiting all night to share with her. He can taste the combination of the sweetness of the chocolate and the bitterness of the coffee while kissing her. 

“Thank you for today. I’ll never forget this”  Harry admits with his forehead pressed against hers...

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: A Pressing Engagement ch1 (Not baon AU)

Summary: Labeling things can be difficult, for everyone involved

Notes: Oh, I don't know, this sort of popped into my brain today and sometimes, I like to see the maybes and might haves.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Fluff and Angst, Dating, Developing Relationship, Humor

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It wasn’t a date, really. More like a standing lunch appointment where they met up wherever the local food trucks were congregating that day. Edge was a fussy bitch when it came to food, but what kind of monster (heh) would turn down fresh seafood po’ boys with truffle Parmesan fries? Not one that Stretch wanted to hang out with, for sure.

The trucks were always busy, Humans and Monsters lining up for tasty treats. Using Edge’s strategy of divide and conquer, they queued in separate lines, gathering up a collection of paper trays lined with greasy waxed paper and holding heavenly balls of deep-fried goodness, along with the less heavenly but still delicious vegan junk that Edge always wanted, under the theory that unhealthy plus good for you would sort of cancel each other out into balanced nutrition.

Look, if it got him food, Stretch was willing to bend science a little.

The park was crowded, any tables were already claimed, if not by people than by their possessions. By the time Stretch was juggling their po’ boys and fries, Edge was through the vegan line and sitting under a tree in the grass, their Buddha bowls and moussaka artfully arranged around him. The pastoral serenity of the scene contrasted in interesting ways to the leather-clad skeleton in the middle of it all and if Stretch didn’t know that Edge would object, loudly and strenuously, he would’ve taken a picture. Called it modern art, skeleton on a theme of lunch.

“hope you grabbed napkins,” Stretch said cheerfully, plopping down in the grass to lay out his own spread.

“I did not. I brought my own,” Edge said, because of course he did, every week. Linen napkins that they both spread over their laps as they shared out the goods and dug in. Strange how growing up in murder world made a guy into a terminal recycler, but Edge was a guy who understood living under strict limitations.

The first bite of his po’ boy made Stretch groan aloud, greedily chewing fried blobs of briny shrimp and oysters couched in a bed of crisp lettuce and tomato. Waterfall aside, there wasn’t much seafood in the Underground and Stretch got a serious appreciation for it once they hit the Aboveground. Edge liked surfing on the ocean more than eating what was swimming in it and even he was eating appreciatively.

It was all good, tasty food, sunny day, perfectly awesome even if it wasn’t actually a date, and if it ended with them heading back to one of their places for some rough and rowdy bootknockin’, eh, well, that was kinda how Stretch liked it. They didn’t need it to be an official date, seriously, that was for people who just started going out, not for guys who’d been together for a few years. Once you’d shared a toothbrush, you didn’t need that kind of shit, right, and Stretch was pretty sure Edge’d forgiven him for that, he’d only done it the once and only because he couldn’t get the taste of garlic off his teeth. That was the last time he tried aioli on their not-dates.

Dessert was rice pudding with fresh mango and around a spoonful of creamy deliciousness Stretch mumbled out, “so, how about undyne and alphys finally tying the knot, huh?”

“Ridiculous,” Edge scoffed.

“right? i always figured them for getting married two weeks after their first date, took ‘em long enough—” Stretch trailed off as Edge scoffed again, louder and with some dangerous spoon waving to go with it.

“Marriage is a ridiculous institution,” Edge said irritably. “If you need to be married in order to feel as though you’re committed to one another, then the relationship is already doomed to failure. But then, most supposedly committed relationships are.” He took a fierce bite of his pudding, teeth closing dangerously around the poor, abused spoon. “That’s why I prefer what we have. No ties, no strings, you live in your apartment and I share my house with my brother. It works for both of us and we don’t need any absurd social constructs to determine what we are for each other.”

It took a minute for Stretch to realize Edge was looking at him expectantly, “yeah,” he said belatedly, rolling his shoulders laconically before leaning against the rough trunk of the tree shading them, “yeah, no strings, no ties, free as birds, tweet tweet.”

That earned him a chuckle, “Tweet tweet?”

“you prefer caw caw?” Stretch teased and his voice was normal, easy. Good. “grackle? i’d give you a kookaburra cackle but last time i tried it i couldn’t talk for two days.”

“Better not,” Edge’s voice was anything but normal, low and smoky, inviting the sorts of things that usually stirred up plenty of different emotions in Stretch’s rib cage, all the way down to his pelvis, and wasn’t it a damn shame his soul was all full up right now. Edge went on, as thick and sweet as the honey Stretch tended to crave. “you’ll want to save your voice for something better.”

“yeah, about that,” Stretch poked at his empty pudding cup, his spoon rattling, “actually, i think i’m gonna head home.”

Edge frowned. Rightfully so, Stretch didn’t usually turn down sex, it was a better dessert than any at the trucks, even the lava chocolate cakes that always sold out. “Are you all right?”

“just a little tired,” Stretch shrugged. “think i’ll turn in early.” He didn’t mention low HP and neither did Edge, who only nodded.

“Then let me drop you off,” Edge started gathering up their trash, separating it out and bagging it up to dump in his home recycling. “You’ll be on the bus for an hour.”

There wasn’t a good reason for Stretch to refuse, so he didn’t. He sat on the passenger side and closed his sockets, let the motion of the car and the shitty crooner music that Edge listened to lull him into a near-sleep. The ride was too short for him to zonk out entirely, but he was still drowsy when Edge nudged him, let him steal a brief, easy kiss before he slid out the door into the parking lot of his apartment building.

Stretch waved as Edge drove away, then bypassed the front door entirely and instead took a shortcut upstairs. Not inside his apartment, but to the fire escape that everyone in the building used instead as a sort of rattling balcony. There was a ratty deckchair in the corner, shoved in tight to keep from impeding the steps, and that was where Stretch sat as he dug out his cigarettes.

He was halfway through the first, basking in the nicotine rush, when he heard the window opening above him then boots on metal steps. He sank deeper into the creaky chair, bracing himself.

“Papy!” Blue called happily as he descended the stairs. His apartment was directly above Stretch’s, their version of a compromise when Stretch gently told his bro that he wanted his own place. The Fell brothers could live together if they wanted and did, and Stretch didn’t judge them for it. But Stretch had let his life revolve around his brother for a long damn time and once they were on the surface, facing the sunshine and an entire change of life, Stretch decided he wanted that change to go a little further and told Blue with as much blunt kindness as he could that he wanted his own place.

Blue got over it and in Stretch’s opinion, their relationship was better for having a little necessary space. Now his little bro leaned over the last metal rail, his starry eye lights bright as he beamed at Stretch and asked, "Well? How did it go??”

Stretch looked away, blowing out a long stream of silent smoke.

That eagerness softened, wilted. “Ah. It went like that.”

“yeah,” Stretch stubbed out his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray tucked underneath his chair, lit another. “guess it’s a good thing i dipped a toe into the river first, bringing up undyne and al’s wedding. didn’t know it was the rubicon i was trying to cross.”

Better than bringing out that little velvet box still tucked away in his hoodie pocket, it seemed. Not like he’d been planning a big production or anything, fuck no, Edge would’ve hated that, already hated it when Humans gave them side-eyes and stares. Nah, the plan was to bring it up casual-like over dessert and now he was pretty fucking glad he hadn’t. The ache in his chest was one he’d get over, give him a few days and a few smokes and he’d be right as rain, left as lightning, all that shit. Having to deal with that hurt on top of Edge turning him down, (rudely, coldly, highly possible, gently, awkwardly, so much worse) wasn’t something he wanted to give a try.

Blue came down the rest of the stairs at a more sedate pace, wrapping both arms around Stretch into a painfully tight hug, “I’m so sorry, brother.”

“eh, probably just as well,” Stretch tossed his second butt into the ashtray and resisted the urge to light another. He’d smoke his way through the pack once Blue went back upstairs, no reason for both of them to be miserable. “he’s working his way up at the embassy, he doesn’t need a lazy shit like me holding him back.”

He could feel Blue struggling not to argue and damn well appreciated it. He wanted to bask in his pain for right now, fucking savor it, his own soul served up as another casualty of the food trucks. Save the rah rah cheerleading for when he was more equipped to hear it.

“guess i better find out if the jewelry shop take returns or something,” Stretch sighed, “having a wedding ring laying around the house feels a lot like having a loaded gun, you don’t want anyone to find it unexpectedly.”

He fumbled for the little box, absently thinking of what would be a good day to head in to the shop, he was pretty sure he still had the receipt and—

In his hoodie pocket was his lighter, his smokes, a little baggie of dog treats, a handful of change since Stretch was physically incapable of walking past a vending machine, something his collection of small toys and weird condoms would attest to. No black velvet box that would never be opened in offering, showing off a simple pair of bands that he’d spent an hour agonizing over with an exceptionally patient salesperson, cause hell, they’d been not-dating for years now, maybe it was time to toss a label on all this. Except it wasn’t and neither was that little box.

“it’s not here.” No box. No rings, what the fuck. Horrified realization hit with the force of a two-ton slap. “it must’ve fallen out!”

“Oh, dear,” Blue tutted, “if it was at the park, someone likely took it.”

“i’d rather they did than him find it! edge gave me a ride home!” Stretch hissed. Panic was tight in his chest, fuck, fuck, “what if it’s in his car? i gotta get it back, i gotta!"

"Brother, calm down,” Blue tried, unconvincingly, “it might not even be in his car.”

“i have to check!” Stretch moaned. He couldn’t let Edge find it first, fuck, somehow he’d stepped out of the path of a speeding car straight into an oncoming semi-truck. “i can't let him find it! fuck!” He latched onto his brother’s shoulders, clutching desperately, “bro, you gotta help me!”

Blue still looked pretty doubtful but this was his brother, his little bro, and for years it’d only been the two of them there for each other, years and tears and love, was there anything they wouldn’t do for each other, even participate in an impromptu jewelry heist?

So it wasn’t a surprise when Blue nodded, finally, sighing out, “All right, brother, what did you have in mind?”

~~*~~

Read Chapter 2

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[ryik-the-writer]

Fic: Babysitting Debacle

A03

Part of the Never Unwanted series

Gideon and his friends help him babysit his baby sister when things go...horribly wrong...from the perspectives of 14-year-olds at least.

Age of the kids: 14 years old

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“It says to put it on with the balloons up front.” Neal read, still confused despite reading the directions on the diaper box. This was no job for an innocent fourteen-year old.

Gideon soothed his two-month old sister, trying to keep her pacified while he and the other two teenagers in the room tried to figure out how to change a diaper.

Why the hell had they’d volunteer to babysit while his parents went on their first date night since the baby was born?

Because they were damn fools, that’s why.

Neal and Robyn had been excellent surrogate siblings while Belle went through her unexpected pregnancy, picking up food craving items on their way from school, helping Gideon and his dad put the nursery together, and most importantly, catching Gideon when he fainted when Belle went into early labor (or “passed” out as Gideon had defended).

Now, they were responsible for the safety and well-being of that baby for at least two hours more.

All had been well for the earliest part of the night, fun even. They had given little Dante Colette Gold her bath, put her in a warm pair of pajamas with bunny ears, and even given her a bottle without much fuss. It wasn’t until the foul smell of a dirtied diaper filled the air that the teenagers discovered that babysitting was actually a very dangerous game.

And they were the pawns.

“There’s balloons on both sides!” Robyn protested, finally pulling out her cellphone to find a more visual solution to their problem. “Next time try to take notes Gideon.”

“Shove off.” Gideon hissed, bouncing his little sister. “I know how to do everything else.”

“Knock it off, both of you.” Neal ordered, picking up a diaper and examining it. “Does it really matter what direction we put it on?”

“Yeah, she could get a rash.” Gideon warned, shushing the baby as she got fussier.

“Okay, found one.” Robyn announced, turning her cellphone to the boys and baby girl. The teens watched as the instructor cleaned and rediapered the baby, smiling like the whole thing wasn’t gross and awkward.

“Go back about thirty seconds.” Neal requested.

“What didn’t you get?” Robyn miffed.

“How are we supposed to get…everything out?” Neal shivered, he and Robyn turning to Gideon once again.

Gideon honestly didn’t know. His parents handled all that. All he did was complain about the smell when he walked by the nursery.

“We have to figure something out. She’s at max capacity.” Gideon warned, carefully handing the baby over to a stiffened Robyn.

“Don’t you run!” Neal yelled, biting his lip when Dante began crying from the loud sound.

Gideon ran back in with a handful of yard masks from the garage and a pair of dish gloves from under the sink.

“Only one pair of gloves,” Gideon announced. “Who’s gonna do the deed?”

“Why are you even asking?” Robyn protested. “You’re her brother!”

“But you’re a girl!” Gideon fought back.

“He has a point.” Neal shrugged.

“I’m in a wheelchair!” Robyn exclaimed, pointing down at her legs with distaste. “Unless you really want a mess, you better get those damn gloves on!”

“Damn it!” Gideon howled, dulling his irritation so that he could carefully lay the baby out on the changing table. “Hand me the stupid gloves.”

Robyn and Neal exchanged a smirk before donning their masks, Neal helping Gideon undress Dante. Once the baby was down to her balloon-printed diaper, the moment of truth arrived and the teens stood clear.

“Okay, just…” Gideon fidgeted with Robyn’s phone as baby Dante became more agitated and uncomfortable. He carefully undid the stickers of the diaper, pulling it down slowly.

“Oh my gods no!” Neal gagged when the contents were revealed.

“You drop my phone in that so help me…” Robyn warned through her mask.

“Shut up and let me think.” Gideon gagged. “Neal, get her legs before she kicks shit everywhere.”

Neal hesitatingly obeyed, holding the baby’s tiny legs out of the way while holding his breath.

“Easy, easy now.” Neal whispered as Gideon slowly pulled the diaper out from other the baby.

“Shut up.”

“Oh my gods I think some just rolled out!” Robyn hollered.

“Ah where!” Gideon screamed, accidentally yanking the diaper the rest of the way and sending its contents flying.

“Oh…oh god.” Neal gagged.

“Don’t you dare.” Gideon warned.

Neal shook his head and ran over to the nearest bowl-like object to throw his stomach contents into.

“Oh my gods what is happening!” Gideon exclaimed as Neal threw up and Dante wailed.

Robyn tried awkwardly to comfort her from her chair but finally threw her hands up in the air when the baby continued to cry. Frustrated and disturbed, she reached up and pulled Gideon down to her level.

“Gideon, you have to make this stop.”

“I-I can’t.” Gideon stated as he looked back and forth between Neal and the baby. “I’m only supposed to use magic in life or death situations.”

Robyn grabbed Gideon by the ears and forced him closer.

“Your sister is pissing on the changing table and Neal is throwing his guts out!” she shrieked, shaking Gideon violently. “Use the magic Gideon!”

“Oh my GODS!” Gideon exclaimed before he summoned a great bout of magic. In the blink of an eye, the room was calm and clean, as was baby Dante and Neal.

“Oh god,” Neal gasped, scrubbing over his face. “I’m so sorry guys. I don’t know what that was.”

“That was you being a wuss.” Robyn sighed, tearing off her mask and wiping her forehead.

Gideon began redressing his sister, muttering apologies as she cooed comfortably.

“Don’t tell my parents about this, please?” Gideon begged has he cupped Dante’s small head.

“Would they really care if you used magic?” Neal inquired as he packed away the baby items.

“That’s not what I mean.” Gideon whispered as he laid Dante down in her crib. “I didn’t exactly give the best first impression when mum got pregnant. I don’t want them to think I’m rejecting the big-brother role again.”

“That was a year ago!” Robyn called from the adjacent bathroom where she was scrubbing her hands and arms furiously.

Gideon soothed his little sister as she tethered off to sleep, nodding for Neal to exit the room.

“You’ve been stressing about this since Aunt Belle’s second trimmest.” Neal laughed as he piggybacked Robyn down the stairs, Gideon just behind them with her wheelchair. “They don’t look at you any differently, any of us for that matter.”

“Why would we look at anyone any differently?”

The teens froze on the stairs, Neal nearly dropping Robyn from being startled by Mr. Gold’s voice.

“Um…” Gideon mumbled as his mother came in just behind her husband with a to-go container. “We were…uh talking about uh…”

“Our Halloween costumes!” Robyn stated.

The Gold parents exchanged amused looks.

“A little early to be thinking about Halloween, isn’t it?” Rumplestiltskin asked as he helped Gideon set up Robyn’s wheel chair.

“Just want to make a decision early.” Robyn said as she situated herself. “You know, supplies and all.”

“Of course.” Belle nodded. “But do try to go as something that doesn’t involve fake blood, okay?

“Yeah.” The teens agreed, the knots in their stomachs loosening.

“Well, I’d love to sit here all night, but I promised my dad I’d help him with the sheep before Monday.” Neal said after a moment of silence.

“Very well.” Rumplestiltskin nodded. “Is your father coming to pick you up or would you like a lift?”

“Nah, I’m meeting him at Granny’s.” Neal answered.

“My mom too.” Robyn added as she grabbed her backpack.

“Before you both go,” Belle smiled, holding out the container. “Remy gave us a few pieces of molten lava cake for you.”

“Sweet!” Gideon cheered. Chef Remy’s legendary lava cake was a once in a blue moon delicacy and was only available to those with a reservation at his restaurant.

Belle opened the container, revealing the overly chocolate treat and watched as the teens before her paled.

“Oh gods…” Neal gagged, images of diapers and baby excrements making his stomach turn.

Belle gasped as Neal made a mad dash to the kitchen sink.

Robyn and Gideon flinched as they heard Neal heave, their own stomachs turning.

“I…think we might need that ride Uncle Gold.” Robyn grimaced.

“I believe so as well.” Rumplestiltskin sighed, grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door (a Mother’s Day gift from Gideon from when he was five).

Robyn waited by the wheelchair ramp with Gideon while Rumplestiltskin started the car. A moment later Belle was ushering Neal onto the porch.

“Ugh, I’m sorry Aunt Belle, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Wuss.” Robyn fake-coughed, causing Gideon to snicker. Both the teen’s humor stilled when Belle sent a look their way.

“You’ll feel better after some rest.” Belle amended, sending Neal to the car.

“You coming, Gid?” Robyn inquired.

“Nah, I’m going to stay here and…recover.”

Robyn nodded and wheeled herself to the car.

Gideon and his mother waited until the Cadillac rolled off before they went inside, Belle immediately going upstairs to respond to Dante’s cries.

“Hello Rosie Posie.” Belle cooed. “Did you have a good day with your big siblings?”

Gideon leaned against the doorframe to watch his mother and sister. The lovely site was almost enough to make him forget about the literal shit day he had. Almost.

“So,” Belle said towards him as she laid Dante back in her crib. “What kind of spell did you use today Gideon?”

Gideon nearly fell over, floored by his mother’s knowledge of his little magical debacle.

“How did you…”

“I’m your mother, I know everything.” Belle said as she cranked Dante’s mobile. “That…and your father sensed it.”

Gideon groaned, his spine tingling as he sensed a lecture coming on.

Belle crossed her arms in a “mom pose” as Neal had coined it.

“Did something happen?”

“No!” Gideon insisted. “Just…we…” Gideon sighed. “I got a little overwhelmed…and I used a spell to calm things down.”

Belle nodded, biting her lip as she mused on Gideon’s response. Then she looked up and smiled at him.

“Okay.”

Gideon waited for her to continue, to remind him about the consequences of using magic, though she’d save the “price” bit for when his father returned. However, Belle was now focused on folding a basket of baby clothes.

“Are you disappointed?” Gideon asked, his stomach turning in anticipation.

Belle turned, her blue eyes softening.

“Oh honey, no.” Belle smiled, dropping a onesie to take her son’s hands. “Sweetheart, you’re old enough to know how and when to use your magic. Your father and I just like to be informed.”

Gideon nodded, barely rolling his eyes when she brushed his hair from his face.

“Now,” Belle said. “It’s getting late. Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”

“I know mom.” Gideon scoffed, leaving her to tend to his sister. He sighed as he got closer to his room, thankful that his mother had allowed him to spare the details of why he had needed the spell in the first place. He really did not want to think about the details.

As he changed into his pajamas, he mentally rejoiced on having both survived his first day of babysitting as well as getting away with casting his first unsupervised spell.

At least he was until he heard a shriek from Dante’s room.

“Gideon Gary Gold, why is there vomit in your sister’s baby basin!”

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Note: Dante’s name = Everlasting

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #never unwanted #Gideon Gold #Robin Mills #Neal Nolan #ouat fic #ryik's fics

[thehungrykat1]

The Figaro Group Delivers Favorites From Figaro Coffee and Tien Ma’s Taiwanese Cuisine

It’s been almost two months since the Enhanced Community Quarantine was announced and I’m really starting to crave for my favorite pastries and dishes. I miss being able to just grab muffins and cakes from a coffee shop any time of the day. Chinese food is also something I like to eat, but it's not exactly one of my specialties in the kitchen. So I was really excited to find out that The Figaro Group launched their own online delivery service where you can order items from both Figaro Coffee and Tien Ma’s Taiwanese Cuisine all in one website.

I placed an order from The Figaro Group this week and it was delivered just in time for lunch. Founded in 1993, Figaro Coffee is a premier full-service coffee chain whose menu also includes sandwiches, pastas, set meals, as well a selection of freshly-baked muffins, cakes and pastries.

I was really impressed with the Figaro Gourmet MealBox which only costs P100 each! These are quality ready-to-eat rice meals that promise a satisfying lunch. You can choose from six different pork or chicken rice sets and these are such an upgrade from the ones being sold in convenience stores.

It’s so easy to feed a hungry pack of family members with these very affordable Gourmet Mealboxes. These are restaurant quality meals at convenience store prices.

Among my favorites here are the Roasted Pork and the Pork Sisig rice meals. These would also be a convenient option for office lunches or small family gatherings during the post ECQ environment, since you don’t have to share dishes.

I also enjoyed the Chicken Arroz ala Cubana especially with its fried egg on top. Other options include Stir-Fried Chicken, Pork Teriyaki, and Breaded Chicken Kare-Kare served with kare-kare sauce on the side. I actually ordered enough for the next two days, since I can just keep these in the fridge and just reheat them in the microwave when I want to eat them.

Figaro also offers its outstanding lineup of pastries for delivery. I ordered a pack of their Heavenly Cheeseroll (P230 for 4pcs) for my afternoon snack. These light and fluffy cheeserolls are similar to a sweet ensaymada but with a softer texture.

Kids and kids-at-heart will love these Chocolate Lava-filled Muffins (P340 for 4pcs). Heat them up a little bit and let the chocolate lava ooze out from inside the muffins.

Figaro also has other cakes and breads like the Chicken Chipotle Buns, Mango Cheesecake, and Red Velvet Cake among others. You can even get Figaro Coffee's famous House Blend or Barako Beans for your coffee fix.

I also ordered a few pre-cooked items from Tien Ma’s Taiwanese Cuisine. Tien Ma’s features authentic Taiwanese dishes such as Xiao Long Bao and Siomai but I was more interested in their delectable main courses which are good for 4-5 persons.

These dishes are served frozen so just pop them in the microwave for a few minutes and they are ready to be served. The Sweet and Sour Pork (P435) is a popular Chinese specialty that you can find in most restaurants. 

I really liked the Stir-fried Beef with Broccoli (P440). The flavorful beef strips were cooked with savoury oyster sauce plus the crunchy broccoli and vegetables make it a complete and balanced dish. The Fish Fillet in Black Beans Sauce (P435) is also a good seafood item to go along with the other meaty dishes.

Ordering at www.thefigarogroup.ph is so easy. Just add your orders to the cart and pay for your purchase through bank transfers or credit cards. With a minimum purchase of P500, you can schedule your order for pick-up or through third party delivery apps from their commissary located at 33 Mayon Street, Barangay Malamig, Mandaluyong City. Ordering cut off time is until 5:00 pm daily while pick-up time is between 9:00 am to 3:00 pm the next day. Same day delivery is also available with a lead time of 3 to 4 hours. Being stuck at home now doesn't seem so bad when you have these delicious items from Figaro and Tien Ma's to keep you company.

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[taylorrashti]

Week Six Writing Exercise Amos Oz Writing about Childhood

I was born and raised on Long island with my parents and a whole bunch of family. I vividly remember my house before it got renovated. My room was all pink and hand painted hot pink flower designs across the wall by my mother, the tiny kitchen with a white table and chairs, and I always used to sit at the head of the table and behind me was a shelf with a whole bunch of cook books. The living room had black leather couches with cheetah pillows and every time I would come home from camp over the summer I would pass out on the couch. I even remember the smell of my basement. I had a mini playhouse that would be my second home and I would always climb on the roof of it and slide off. (I was a very wild kid). And the other part of my basement was like another mini house. There was a bath, kitchen, room and Livingroom. The Livingroom had salmon colored carpet and pink chairs. I remember being there like it was yesterday. My backyard is humongous. There used to be an apple and berry tree and my father and I always used to pick apples and bring them back. There are always these white butterflies in the backyard to this day. I used to have two swing sets/playhouses and I always used to fall asleep on it as I am swinging. Because I am an only child, every day I would go to my aunt’s and be with my older cousins. I consider them my siblings because we are that close and they taught me so many things. I am much more mature today because I grew up with people 7+ years older than me. My older cousins would always babysit me if both our parents had events at night. My best family friend would always bring us a chocolate chip cookie lava cake and whenever my cousins came over we would eat it and It is SOOOO addicting. I still crave it to this day. I would always have playdates with friends from preschool or even my cousins my age. I remember whenever one of them came over we would first play dress up and I would always be snow white, then we would play in my playhouse and pretend to cook, then we would go to the living room and drink SunnyD or cool aid. Oh, how I miss my Barbie doll and doll house. I had a bunch of American Girl dolls and they are still in my basement. I treated them like they were the most important things on this planet. Every Sunday my Mom would go to work and my dad would watch me. He would take videos on his Sony camera alllllll the time... all day every day and especially on vacations. We have so many home videos. My parents would take me to Puerto Rico and Miami every year and La, san Francisco etc. I started going to Israel when I was about 7. We are a big travel family. At age 2 I already knew how to change the CD to play a new song. I would always dance and sing. I was the child that made everyone so happy and obsessed that they would forget all their current problems. From age 2 to age 7 Amanda, my stay at home Nanny and house keeper, lived with us raised me when my parents were at work. She is from Colombia and by the age of three I was able to talk conversationally in Spanish. This Is also how I also started my coffee addiction because she would always make me coffee and put muenster cheese in it and I can still taste it to this day. Every Friday I would go to dance class and then that night we would have Shabbat dinner either at my house or one of my cousin’s houses. We all live five minutes from each other. We still keep this tradition to this day and always have the best food. Halloween was my FAVORITE. I would dress up in the best costumes, one year I was a pop star and we would always walk in the really nice neighborhood by my aunt’s house and after we would go back to my aunts, drop all the candy on the table and trade candies to whichever we wanted more. Every new years eve we would have a huge family party where the whole town would come but my cousins and I were too young so we would stay at my aunt’s order Chinese and play games. We are very family oriented always having big parties and events. Every year on my birthday my parents would throw me the BEST birthday parties and no I’m not exaggerating. I remember every birthday party I had and believe me each year was like a mini bat mitzvah. I grew up being very active. I dance, play tennis, play piano and violin, swim etc. my dad is very very competitive so he wanted me to have an active side.  I could go on and on but these are the best things about my childhood that I wish I could go back and re live.

[winetae]

⇁ gumdrops & lollipops (m)

⚬ pairing ⇀ Hoseok x Reader (ft. oompa loompa! yoongi & jimin)

⚬ genre ⇀ smut, crack, willy wonka!au ↳  drabble; 2k

a visit to jung hoseok’s chocolate factory does not turn out the way you expected it to

a/n → yo, i was finally drunk enough to write this  i won’t @ her bc she might block me, but jordan is 101% responsible for this. by this i mean the concept, the cute banner, everything. blame her :’‘)

Hoseok had made the search for confectionery perfection his sole purpose in life.

Chocolatier was not a term that did him justice. Making mouth-watering sweets was an art of its own; every sugary treat was crafted with ample care, for Hoseok wanted each confection to bring pleasure, to awaken the senses. There was a reason his candy was in high demand. Many had tried to rival his products, but none could imitate the genius of his creations: sweets that melted on your tongue, taste that morphed with every chew, a story behind every bite.

Hoseok was a scientist, an artist, an innovator—a pioneer in his own right. His mind was always whirring with new ideas, new possibilities. He was not one to settle for mediocrity; he wanted novelty, complexity, depth. If that meant he had to push boundaries and explore territories no one had dared to venture, then so be it. In his quest for innovative flavors, he had scoured the deep forests of the amazons for the perfect cocoa beans, traveled beyond the seven kingdoms for the most exotic fruits. Twice, he had risked his life to obtain rare and sought-after ingredients. 

So, of course no corner shop candy store could compare to his daring, his brilliance. Instead of inventing their own bite-sized masterpieces, they busied themselves with creating pale imitations of his grandiose visions.

Everyone wanted to get their hands on his prized recipes, but no one ever would, not unless Hoseok decided to tell them. No one had given him reason to—that was, not until he met you. 

You examined the insides of the box set and its assortment of hazelnut truffles, dark chocolate clusters, and heart-shaped, white chocolate fudge. The sweet aroma called out to you, but you knew you weren’t allowed to taste—not yet, at least. You tried to tamper your growing appetite, not wanting to end up like the rest of the volunteers who had been too blinded by their own greed. No, you certainly did not want to suffer the same fate as Jihyo… The poor girl had been rolled out of the room accompanied by the soft humming of oompa Yoongi. You had watched the scene unfold with poorly concealed fascination, an odd feeling of satisfaction curling in the pit of your stomach. 

Now that Jihyo had been literally pushed out of the picture, you were the last remaining volunteer. You had somehow passed every inspection so far, but Hoseok had one last test for you.

He dipped his finger in the bird fountain, coating his digit in a layer of milky chocolate. 

“Do you know how I achieve this smooth, silky texture?” he prodded, watching as your face lit up with curiosity. Under the artificial beams of light, the dark layer of sweetness looked like velvet and you could only swallow, mouth dry with anticipation and want.  

Hoseok cleaned his digit off with a rude swipe of his tongue. You followed the movement with envy, wishing he would stop teasing you. Only a herculean amount of self-control had prevented you from devouring the array of colorful gumdrops earlier, but you could only take so much temptation before you caved into your desires. It was easier to keep your eyes fixed on Hoseok… If you let your gaze wander, you were afraid you would become another victim to gluttony. That was not to say that Jung Hoseok was less appealing than the butterscotch toffees and the rainbow-swirl lollipops. In his robes of deep eminence, there was something about him that aroused a different kind of hunger within you. 

“No, I suspect you do not,” he laughed, taking your silence for an answer. “I take pride in my chocolates… You can prowl the earth as many times as you would like, but you will never be able find a duplicate. Not even close.”

“A taste beyond imagination,” you recited, remembering the embossed letters on his trademark gold foil packaging. 

“That’s right,” he grinned. “Would you care for a taste?”

You nodded quickly, composure forgotten.

“You’ve been a good girl so far… I’ll allow it.” Hoseok smirked down at you.

He dipped his digit once more in the treacly substance and brought the index finger up to your lips. You hadn’t realized they had parted in hunger until you felt the sticky sweetness drop onto your tongue. Instinctively your mouth closed around his finger, eager to quench your thirst.

It was impossible to describe the taste. The creamy mellowness invaded your senses, like a heady red wine that had been mulled for ages. Hoseok’s finger had long been cleaned of its sugar coating, but you stubbornly kept sucking and lapping at it, needing more.

“What a greedy mouth,” Hoseok chided, taking his hand away. 

You had to bite down a whine, refusing to act like a spoiled child robbed of their toy. You were stronger than that, even if Hoseok was testing your dwindling patience and self-restraint.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He queried as you licked your lips clean.

“The flavor is so rich it lingers,” you gasped in awe. “The chocolate is sweet, but there’s a tangy aftertaste. Citrus? Orange? ”

You swallowed again, trying to name the incredible savor, oblivious to the way Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up in astonishment.

“Close. I use the zest of makrut limes… It’s fragrant, isn’t it? People never think to use it.” You could tell by his boastful tone how smug he was to have thought of the idea. “You must have a developed palate. Not many notice the citrus notes.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment. “I have a sweet tooth.”

His head tilted as he considered you. Had you been too bold? Was he disappointed with your show of intemperance? You tried your best not to fidget, afraid he was going to call in another one of his oompa loompas to drag you out. 

“I also have penchant for sweet things. Come,” he motioned for you to follow him. 

You tried not to let your apprehension show as you tailed him. Resolving yourself to not let the surrounding sights and smells entice you further, you focused your gaze on Hoseok’s back. The purple colored robe hugged his body just right, and for a few dizzying seconds you were consumed with the desire to climb his back.

Before you could act out irrationally, Hoseok stopped in front of a large silver platter of lava cakes and frosted cupcakes. He pressed a button of some sort, and a new platter appeared on the table, as if summoned by magic.

You peered at the new arrival in great interest, noting the dark orange hue and sprinkles of what looked like sugar.

“Fudge can be a tricky thing. There needs to be a good balance between the condensed milk and the chocolate in order for the result to be perfectly chewy,” he explained, long fingers tracing the edge of the tray seductively.

The appetizing smell wafted all around you, tickling your nostrils. You wiped your mouth discreetly, hoping you hadn’t been drooling unattractively.

“These are straight out of the oven. They’re still in the works… I haven’t been able to test them out properly yet,” he picked a square of hot fudge and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a go and tell me what you think?”

“What, really?” you asked, not daring to believe your ears. After four very long hours of dangling various delights under your nose without letting you taste, he was finally giving you that precious opportunity. You would be a fool to refuse.

“Of course.” He smiled and adjusted his tinted glasses. “Good girls get rewarded.”

You bit into the warm fudge cautiously, still wary of his sudden change of heart. Was this still a test of some kind? But as soon as the chocolate melted in your mouth, everything else fizzled out. Nothing else mattered but the salty taste of caramel and the exploding flavor of cacao. The swirling blend of the two was so heavenly, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

“This is the best fudge I’ve had in my life,” you moaned around a mouthful of the treat.

“I’m glad to hear that.” His gaze never left your face, intent on catching every single one of your reactions. “Do you taste anything in particular?”

“Caramel,” you said immediately. “Salted caramel… The flavor is quite refined. Did you, um, perhaps use fleur de sel?”

He seemed immensely pleased with your assessment.  

“Close.” His lips quirked up in amusement. “We’ve been testing out a new ingredient.”

“Yes, p-please,” you begged. “Please, I need to know.”

He raised an eyebrow, lost in thought.

“I would like to know,” you corrected yourself, knowing he preferred polite formulas.

“Are you certain?” For once, he seemed unsure. 

“Yes!” Why wouldn’t you be? Millions of people all over the world probably wanted to be in your shoes right now. Who in their right minds would pass up this once-in-a-lifetime chance? 

“Well then,” he straightened himself. “You’ll have to fetch it for me.”

You nodded eagerly, your thirst for knowledge and desire for candied treats fueling your curiosity

In all the wildest scenarios you managed to conjure up, the last thing you expected was for Hoseok to push you down to your knees. You stared up at his figure from below, awaiting his next move with bated breath. 

Hoseok reached down and caressed your cheek, calloused fingertips trailing the lines of your face. 

“You’ll have to work for it. Are you sure you want it?”

Nodding eagerly, you reached for his belt without further prompting, afraid he would change his mind. Now that he had given you permission, you no longer had to moderate and control your appetite. Your actions were now governed by your consuming cravings for sweets, for him. 

It didn’t take long for Hoseok to grow in your hand; not when he was faced with your abundance of eagerness and determination. A few strokes in and you let your mouth wrap around his impressive girth, desperate to please him and, more importantly, to sate your hunger.

“Tell me why you deserved to eat my fudge,” his voice commanded, fingers tugging on the strands of your hair. “Why should I let you swallow my come? Tell me.“

With your lips sealed around his throbbing cock, you attempted to pull away in order to answer him, but he kept your head firmly in place. If anything, he pulled you further down his length, scrutinizing the minute variations in your expressions. 

“Go on, tell me,” he encouraged, forcing more of his size into your mouth.

You struggled to answer; words distorted and muffled, tongue working around his girth in an attempt to form the adequate words. Hoseok watched you with wicked delight, relishing in the way your mumbled response was drowned out by the lewd sounds of your gags.  You were certain you looked like a mess; spit and precome dripping down from the sides of your mouth, dribbling onto your neck, onto your clothed chest.

“Such a good girl,” he patted your cheek in praise. You looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. “You, ah, you earned this.”

“Please,” you tried pleading, a muted moan lodged in the back of your throat.

“Mm, you want more don’t you? I can see it. You’re so hungry.”

You hummed your assent, mouth still working diligently over his cock. The lack of air was starting to affect your senses, so with renewed effort, you sucked harder, delicate hands reaching up to play with his balls.

Hoseok gripped your hair tightly, and thrust into your throat, keeping your head still as he spilled his seed into your mouth.

You swallowed around his length greedily, eager to finally drink in his succulence. You could now identify the salty flavor from before, and the overpowering taste brought you the greatest ecstasy. Looking back up at Hoseok, you could see your ravenous expression reflected on his glasses. 

“I have a penchant for sweet things.” Hoseok repeated his words from earlier, voice a little fucked out, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “And I have a feeling that you, my dear, will be positively delicious.”  

#i'm not even gonna put this in my masterlist #?? #i don't want to claim this as my own #as i was writing i kept screaming noooOOOooo #hoseok smut #bts smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #i blame jordan

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Here's a list of 10 Fast Food Desserts That Make Their Food Even Better. Save room for dessert, these are the top 10 best fast food desserts you can get right now! ➡️ Subscribe to BabbleTop: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg?sub_confirmation=1 Have you ever craved something really bad or had a feeling of nostalgia when picking up some drive-thru treats? Are your favorite fast food sweets the classics or the limited editions that bring back fond munchie memories? Whichever the case, here is our list of the top 10 fast food desserts. If you enjoyed this list of 10 fast food desserts that make their food even better, then comment: #Dessert #FastFood #Top10 TIMESTAMPS: 0:21 Chocolate Chip Soft Baked Cookie – McDonald’s 1:31 Chocolate Frosty – Wendy’s 2:39 Cake Pop – Starbucks 3:48 Marbled Brownie Cookie – Domino’s 5:13 Cinnamon Twists – Taco Bell 6:25 Hershey’s Pie – Burger King 7:40 Root Beer Float – A&W 9:26 Dilly Bar – Dairy Queen 10:41 Chocolate Lava Crunch Cake – Domino’s 12:06 Oreo Cookie Jar Blizzard – Dairy Queen SUMMARIES: - What better way to finish off your Big Mac than with a little sweetness - maybe a chocolate chip cookie? The most classic American cookie is served at the most classic fast food joint, the one with the golden arches. - Nothing says road trip like salty fries dipped in chocolate frosty goodness. Is it a milkshake? Is it ice cream? Is it a smoothie? It’s probably none of the above but it’s the most delicious frozen chocolate concoction to gulp down after (or during) your Baconator lunch at Wendy’s. - Ok, so Starbucks is known for being a great American coffee shop, but ironically, they also make what is arguably the most unique dessert available at any fast food restaurant. What menu item are we talking about? - The marbled brownie cookie from Domino’s is exactly that - a brownie and a cookie. You don’t have to decide between the two and for those who hate making decisions on what to eat or what to order, this is the most wonderful choice for your post-pizza munchies. - A cult classic that has lasted throughout the ages, these airy, sugary twists will bring you back to your 1990s Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal eating glory days. These light, crunchy and fluffy cinnamon sugar twists are the perfect balance of sweetness and spice without being too overwhelming. - Although Burger King may not be the king of fast food desserts, they do have some pretty delicious pies. If you haven’t tried the Hershey’s pie from Burger King, what are you waiting for? If you’ve got a craving for some artificially flavored, creamy milk chocolatey goodness, this is the pie for you. - You can, in fact, eat your dessert and drink it too! A&W’s root beer float is their branded root beer soda with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. The creamy ice cream melts away and mixes with the top layer of the root beer. - Some may argue that Dairy Queen is really the royalty of fast food treats and they’re probably right. I mean the word queen is right there in the name. The dilly bar is probably the most basic dessert on this list, soft serve ice cream dipped in chocolate on a stick. - Is there a restaurant you’re thinking of that serves your favorite lava cake? Well believe it or not, you can get lava cake delivered from a pizza joint near you! This chocolate lava crunch cake has such a rich, chocolate flavor you’ll feel like you got delivery from your favorite fancy restaurant. - The Almighty Blizzard takes the top spot on this list of fast food desserts. Although some may disagree on the flavor choice, there’s no denying how satisfying it is every time the dairy queen worker flips that cup upside down to ensure the ice cream doesn’t budge. ➡️ SUBSCRIBE to BabbleTop! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg?sub_confirmation=1 🥳 JOIN and become a BabbleTop member! https://www.youtube.com/babbletop/join 👕 Check out our MERCH! https://ift.tt/2xcFumO 🔥 Our Most Popular VIDEOS! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOvb3ZRIwh0&list=UUX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg Top 10 Saddest McDonald's Happy Meal Toys Ever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXjSIxWR9Jo&list=UUX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg&index=63 Top 10 Most Popular Secret Menu Fast Food Items https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEDoWmFKBWI&list=PL2AXIR2uRsIlSkW5W0YF4gcw66jKxXUCy&index=13 Top 10 Candy Bars America Wished They Had https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiVIx10iBgc&list=UUX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg&index=40 10 Coca-Cola Drinks That Embarrassed The Company https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEqcMBAbur4&list=UUX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg&index=15 10 McDonald’s Items That Would Make America Great Again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UksU5Ki0SW4&list=UUX--mGSg0UwDjl7MDL8H5Jg&index=9 All clips used for fair use commentary, criticism, and educational purposes. See Hosseinzadeh v. Klein, 276 F.Supp.3d 34 (S.D.N.Y. 2017); Equals Three, LLC v. Jukin Media, Inc., 139 F. Supp. 3d 1094 (C.D. Cal. 2015).

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13 Microwave Mug Cakes for the Next Time You Need Dessert Fast

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13 Microwave Mug Cakes for the Next Time You Need Dessert Fast

If I’m being honest, I used to be a real food snob. I went to culinary school and cooked in a restaurant for a while, and even before that, I was raised by parents who love food and cooking. My bar is pretty high, and I used to think that in order to be excellent, a dish needed to have the freshest ingredients or a long preparation or a perfect presentation.

Then I settled into adult life, with a full-time job, friends I wanted to spend time with, and hobbies and responsibilities that meant spending the majority of my time outside the kitchen—even as someone who still makes a living cooking and writing about food.

And I realized: If I, a food writer, can’t even get it together to bake a cake or a batch of cookies on a weeknight, the majority of people definitely can’t be bothered with lengthy dessert recipes on the regular.

I’d seen mug cakes on Pinterest, and I’d always dismissed them as kind of lowbrow and, well, weird. To be fair, plenty of them are. It takes a little fussing to write a good mug cake recipe: It needs to be moist but not soggy, springy but not eggy, and fluffy but not overwhelmed by the flavor of baking powder.

But I’ve learned that it’s absolutely possible to make a legitimately tasty in-a-pinch dessert with just a mug and a microwave. Are they as great as something you’d spend an hour (or more) beating and baking? Nah, but they’re still delicious, and most nights you just don’t have that kind of time.

If you’re seriously in need of dessert but don’t have the inclination to bake, here are 13 delicious microwave mug cakes you can turn to again and again.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Mug Cake

If you love peanut butter as much as I do, you know that the only way to make it better is by adding chocolate.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Kirbie’s Cravings.

The Moistest Chocolate Mug Cake

Worried your microwave will make everything spongy and a little bit dry? This cake will convince you otherwise.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Table for Two.

Funfetti Mug Cake

If you think funfetti is just vanilla cake with sprinkles, you’re… right! And yet, it is so, so magical.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Kirbie’s Cravings.

One-Minute Cinnamon Roll in a Mug

It may take you more than a minute to put this dough together, but it’s still pretty simple. And even better: It’s totally vegan.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: A Virtual Vegan.

Churro Mug Cake

Think you need to track down a street vendor to get your churro fix? Nope, you can satisfy that craving with just a mug and a microwave.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Bigger Bolder Baking.

10-Minute Microwave Cheesecake

This may be the most time-consuming dessert on the list, but it’s about a zillion times less complicated than making an actual cheesecake. Plus, no weird springform pan required.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Kirbie’s Cravings.

Apple Cinnamon Mug Cake

Want a quick cake that could probably pass as breakfast? This is the microwave mug cake for you.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: The Hungr Hedgehog.

Eggless Blueberry Mug Cake

What’s really the difference between a cupcake and a muffin, anyway? Frosting? Regardless, this breakfast-inspired mug cake is fruity, satisfying and subtly sweet.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: My Food Story.

Pumpkin Mug Cake

‘Tis certainly the season for pumpkin, spice and everything nice. Here’s a quick (and totally decadent) way to celebrate fall.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: The Gunny Sack.

Snickerdoodle Mug Cake

Snickerdoodles are so much more than just sugar cookies with cinnamon on top, amirite? (They might not technically be, but the flavor profile is just incredible.)

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Five Heart Home.

4-Ingredient Molten Nutella Lava Cake

Photo: Kirbie’s Cravings.

Triple Coconut Mug Cake

Dare I say that this is a cut above all other mug cakes? Get fancy if the frosting if you want, but it certainly isn’t required.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Kirbie’s Cravings.

Caramel Apple Mug Cake

If pumpkin isn’t your favorite thing about fall, this caramel-apple combination is here to win your unwavering loyalty.

Get the recipe here.

Photo: Foxes Love Lemons.

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WHOLE30 Day 3 & 4

It’s the weekend. The ultimate test to see if I’m really going to do this or not. I can say that I am going to do this.

Friday was easy because I stayed in. The work day was pretty lax and I actually had an exciting assignment to keep me busy. I felt so good, I had my brekkie planned out from the day before, I had stopped at the store and picked up things to make this weekend amazing.

Then today I was thrown with my first IF/THEN situation. They prompt us for IF/THEN situations by giving us a few examples and we create our own answers. Here’s one: IF I’m at happy hour and offered a drink, THEN I’ll...”order a soda water with a lime and be drunk on life. However, if the companies no good I’ll just go home.” It was a day full of IF/THEN’s.

I helped my friend move. From all the bad sleep I’ve been getting, waking up at 9:30 this morning was really hard and I overslept, the movers came, and I had to book it over there, no brekkie in tow. Get to the storage space with them and I unload and pack a whole pod. Yes they had movers but if you knew the pod and the people I was dealing with you’d understand (shoutout to you bro, really needed your help at Kim’s pod today). After tetris-ing everything into the pod and managing the whole thing (I had Tom from Tom’s movers asking me what was going in next), I realized it was almost 2pm and I haven’t eaten a single thing. Luckily Kim got a banana amongst the junk food she picked up at the gas station for us. But man, those lay’s chips looked heavenly. 

My situation for “IF i’m stuck late at work/in traffic/at the game THEN I’ll...”not eat. It’s just 30 days, no need to put a bag of almonds in my purse that I’m never going to eat.” Well ladies and gents...I was wrong. I will eat them. And I will love them. So I will buy them tomorrow.

For the moment we’ve all been waiting for, I went out to dinner. My friends ordered wine, ate the free yummy warm soft delicious bread, and ordered a melted lava cake for themselves. I am pleased to say I did not want to bread, but I did stare at it hoping it was my vegan broccoli soup I ordered, and was so thirsty from the physical labor I did, a glass of wine couldn’t tempt me. Also, because I filled up on my root vegetables and salmon, I was too full to oogle the chocolate cake. So kudos Em, you did that right.

I have come so close in my own mind to giving up, or having “just this little thing” more than enough times in the past 2 days. Every time I go to reach for it, or turn into the parking lot to buy it, I ask myself “what’s the point of doing this if you’re just going to cheat? No teacher is going to catch you, you don’t have to be honest on your blog, there is absolutely nobody that’s going to stop you. So go ahead, cheat, get away with it. I don’t care. No really, I’m doing this for me and that means I don’t care.” Then my inner monologue gets me into this whole deep thought of “well what do I care about?” Me. I care about myself, And yes that food I’m about to put in my mouth will be caught, by me. So either I’m doing this or I’m not. It’s not ok. It’s just 30 days, you can do this.

Reflections Day 3:

What went well today: brekkie was well rounded, thanks to meal prep. What could have gone better: I ate all the pistachios What I’ll do tomorrow: not snack when I’m not hungry.

Energy: 5 Sleep Quality: 3 Cravings: 5

NSV #1: brekkie was well rounded NSV #2: I did not eat a small bite of candy NSV #3: kept up with water

Meal #1: banana, avocado, hard boiled egg, cucumber, coffee with almond milk Meal #2: ahi tuna salad w/ greens, carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, avocados, salt Meal #3: hard boiled egg, banana Snack: pistachios

Workout: none

I realized how much I eat sugar. I always prided myself on not being a sugar addict and here I am on the hunt for dark chocolate after lunch. No Bueno.

Reflections Day 4:

What went well today: I said “no” to a lot fo stuff. Chips, pizza, wine. What could have gone better: I did not eat meals, was not prepared. What I’ll do tomorrow: Meal prep!!!

Energy: 5 Sleep Quality: 5 Cravings: 8 (wahoo!)

NSV #1: no to chips! NSV #2: no drinking! NSV #3: no cigs! (Yes, sometimes I indulge in a cigarette every once in a while. I  told myself that WHOLE30 is about changing behaviors. This falls under that, so even though it’s not cheating...it’s not WHOLE30 approved for me.)

Meal #1: banana Meal #2: seaweed Meal #3: broccoli vegan soup, salmon with herbs and side of roasted root veggies with potato puree. FUCKING YUM. Snacks: none

Workout: lifting furniture yaaaaaaasss

I don’t need that stuff. I can say “no” and have fun still.

#whole 30 #day 3 #day 4 #nutrition #healthy lifesty #health #diet

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week 8

For the first blog I decided to use Revising transitions. This is because i was not finished with my story. It had a “to be continued” ,and now there is a conclusion. For the second blog used Adjustment of sound to sense and finding the right word. I rearranged the sentences so that it had a flow and was more descriptive in terms of detail to imagines, tastes, something meaningful in that moment.

1.Before: Week Five Writing Exercise David Grossman

A story that I have chosen to talk about is the time when I was put in a singles Jew Facebook group chat. There are about 30,000 people in the group from all over the world. My roommate posted four pictures of me with a funny cute description and a lot of guys reached out to me soon afterward. The plot of the story was soon after when my friend posted me to the group, this particular guy reached out to me who I really got along with the most and is very much my type. and now we have been talking and facetiming for three months. The conflict is that I am all the way in Israel and he is in LA. We really like each other and we see a future together but the question is… when are we going to meet? Will it be months from now? I know this sounds crazy but we automatically clicked and it felt like I’ve known him for years. There may be ups and downs before we meet each other because it’s very hard to do long distance but I know when I see him we will have so much fun and memories to make. I feel like a little school girl who has a crush. Is it just the crazy quarantine phase? This is the most exciting thing going on in my life right now and after I read David Grossman's lecture, it made me think about this situation because he described love and passion in the first page. This would be a very cute and romantic love story if there is a future with this man. The end of the story is to be continued…

After: A story that I have chosen to talk about is the time when I was put in a singles Jew Facebook group chat. There are about 40,000 people in the group from all over the world. My roommate posted four pictures of me with a funny cute description and a lot of guys reached out to me soon afterward. The plot of the story was soon after when my friend posted me to the group, this particular guy reached out to me who I really got along with the most and is very much my type. We talked and faceted for two weeks. The conflict is that I am all the way in Israel and he is in LA. We really like each other and we see a future together but the question is… when are we going to meet? Will it be months from now? I know this sounds crazy but we automatically clicked and it felt like I’ve known him for years. There may be ups and downs before we meet each other because it’s very hard to do long distance but I know when I see him we will have so much fun and memories to make. I feel like a little school girl who has a crush. Is it just the crazy quarantine phase? This is the most exciting thing going on in my life right now and after I read David Grossman's lecture, it made me think about this situation because he described love and passion in the first page. This would be a very cute and romantic love story if there is a future with this man. Now that it has been a month later I am here to announce that we do not speak anymore but we still consider each other as friends. After two weeks of talking and facetiming every day, I saw the real side of him and I couldn't see a future. I guess we can say I was infatuated. We did make a promise that if we are both single and we end up meeting each other, we will see where things go. I guess this was just a quarantine phase because I don't have any more butterflies but I do miss the attention he gave me.

2. Before: Week Six Writing Exercise Amos Oz Writing about Childhood

I was born and raised on Long island with my parents and a whole bunch of family. I vividly remember my house before it got renovated. My room was all pink and hand painted hot pink flower designs across the wall by my mother, the tiny kitchen with a white table and chairs, and I always used to sit at the head of the table and behind me was a shelf with a whole bunch of cook books. The living room had black leather couches with cheetah pillows and every time I would come home from camp over the summer I would pass out on the couch. I even remember the smell of my basement. I had a mini playhouse that would be my second home and I would always climb on the roof of it and slide off. (I was a very wild kid). And the other part of my basement was like another mini house. There was a bath, kitchen, room and Living Room. The Living Room had salmon colored carpet and pink chairs. I remember being there like it was yesterday. My backyard is humongous. There used to be an apple and berry tree and my father and I always used to pick apples and bring them back. There are always these white butterflies in the backyard to this day. I used to have two swing sets/playhouses and I always used to fall asleep on it as I was swinging. Because I am an only child, every day I would go to my aunt’s and be with my older cousins. I consider them my siblings because we are that close and they taught me so many things. I am much more mature today because I grew up with people 7+ years older than me. My older cousins would always babysit me if both our parents had events at night. My best family friend would always bring us a chocolate chip cookie lava cake and whenever my cousins came over we would eat it and It is SOOOO addicting. I still crave it to this day. I would always have playdates with friends from preschool or even my cousins my age. I remember whenever one of them came over we would first play dress up and I would always be snow white, then we would play in my playhouse and pretend to cook, then we would go to the living room and drink SunnyD or cool aid. Oh, how I miss my Barbie doll and doll house. I had a bunch of American Girl dolls and they are still in my basement. I treated them like they were the most important things on this planet. Every Sunday my Mom would go to work and my dad would watch me. He would take videos on his Sony camera alllllll the time… all day every day and especially on vacations. We have so many home videos. My parents would take me to Puerto Rico and Miami every year and La, san Francisco etc. I started going to Israel when I was about 7. We are a big travel family. At age 2 I already knew how to change the CD to play a new song. I would always dance and sing. I was the child that made everyone so happy and obsessed that they would forget all their current problems. From age 2 to age 7 Amanda, my stay at home Nanny and housekeeper, lived with us and raised me when my parents were at work. She is from Colombia and by the age of three I was able to talk conversationally in Spanish. This Is also how I also started my coffee addiction because she would always make me coffee and put muenster cheese in it and I can still taste it to this day. Every Friday I would go to dance class and then that night we would have Shabbat dinner either at my house or one of my cousin’s houses. We all live five minutes from each other. We still keep this tradition to this day and always have the best food. Halloween was my FAVORITE. I would dress up in the best costumes, one year I was a pop star and we would always walk in the really nice neighborhood by my aunt’s house and after we would go back to my aunts, drop all the candy on the table and trade candies to whichever we wanted more. Every new years eve we would have a huge family party where the whole town would come but my cousins and I were too young so we would stay at my aunt’s order Chinese and play games. We are very family oriented, always having big parties and events. Every year on my birthday my parents would throw me the BEST birthday parties and no I’m not exaggerating. I remember every birthday party I had and believe me each year was like a mini bat mitzvah. I grew up being very active. I dance, play tennis, play piano and violin, swim etc. My dad is very very competitive so he wanted me to have an active side.  I could go on and on but these are the best things about my childhood that I wish I could go back and re live.

After:

I was born and raised on Long island with my parents and a whole bunch of family. I vividly remember my house before it got renovated. My room was all baby pink and hand painted hot pink flower designs across the wall by my mother, the tiny kitchen with light brown cabinets, a black magnetic fridge, a white table and white chairs, and I always used to sit at the head of the table and behind me was a shelf with a whole bunch of cook books. The living room had black leather couches with cheetah pillows and every time I would come home from camp over the summer I would pass out on the couch. I can even remember the smell of my basement. I had a mini plastic playhouse with a mini kitchen and table that was pink with a blue roof that would be my second home and I would always climb on the roof of it and slide off. (I was a very wild kid). And the other part of my basement was like another mini house. There was a bath, kitchen, room and Living Room. The Living Room had salmon colored carpet and pink chairs. I remember being there like it was yesterday. My backyard is humongous. There used to be an apple and berry tree and my father and I always used to pick apples and bring them back. There are always these white butterflies in the backyard to this day. I used to have two swing sets/playhouses and I always used to fall asleep on it as I was swinging.  I would always have playdates with friends from preschool or even my cousins my age. I remember whenever one of them came over we would first play dress up and I would always be snow white, then we would play in my playhouse and pretend to cook, then we would go to the living room and drink SunnyD or cool aid. Oh, how I miss my Barbie doll and doll house. I had a bunch of American Girl dolls and they are still in my basement. I treated them like they were the most important things on this planet. My older cousins would always babysit me if both our parents had events at night. My best family friend would always bring us a chocolate chip cookie lava cake and whenever my cousins came over we would eat it and It is SOOOO addicting. I still crave it to this day. I also remember from one of my birthday parties I got custom made sugar cookies that were pink and said my name in white that were kept in the freezer. Because I am an only child, every day I would go to my aunt’s and be with my older cousins. I consider them my siblings because we are that close and they taught me so many things. I am much more mature today because I grew up with people 7+ years older than me. Every Sunday my Mom would go to work and my dad would watch me. He would take videos on his black Sony camera alllllll the time… all day every day and especially on vacations. We have so many home videos. My parents would take me to Puerto Rico and Miami every year and La, san Francisco etc. I started going to Israel when I was about 7. We are a big travel family. At age 2 I already knew how to change the CD to play a new song. I don't remember the name of the CD. I'm almost positive it was an italian artist. The CD has orange designs on it kind of like circles I would always dance and sing. I was the child that made everyone so happy and obsessed that they would forget all their current problems. From age 2 to age 7 Amanda, my stay at home Nanny and housekeeper, lived with us and raised me when my parents were at work. She is from Colombia and by the age of three I was able to talk conversationally in Spanish. This Is also how I also started my coffee addiction because she would always make me coffee and put muenster cheese in it and I can still taste it to this day. It tasted like warm muenster cheese. I grew up being very active. I dance, play tennis, play piano and violin, swim etc. My dad is very very competitive so he wanted me to have an active side. Every Friday I would go to dance class (which always smelled like a pair of new ballet slippers mixed with a doctor's office), and then that night we would have Shabbat dinner either at my house or one of my cousin’s houses. We all live five minutes from each other. We still keep this tradition to this day and always have the best food like Tabit, Red Cuba, Schnitzel, refreshing israeli salad, beef and couscous, challah etc.  Halloween was my FAVORITE. I would dress up in the best costumes, one year I was a pop star with latex pants and a latex blue crop top and a microphone and we would always walk in the really nice neighborhood by my aunt’s house and after we would go back to my aunts, drop all the candy on the table and trade candies to whichever we wanted more. Every new years eve we would have a huge family party where the whole town would come but my cousins and I were too young so we would stay at my aunt’s order Chinese and play games. We are very family oriented, always having big parties and events. Every year on my birthday my parents would throw me the BEST birthday parties and no I’m not exaggerating. I remember every birthday party I had and believe me each year was like a mini bat mitzvah. When I was little, on my birthday we would celebrate, my mom dad and I, with a white chocolate moose ice cream cake with vanilla frosting and oreo inside. After I blew out the candles I would say “again again!!” and my mom would relight the candles and we would sing over and over.  I could go on and on but these are the best things about my childhood that I wish I could go back and re live.