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Reassuring Words and Mellow Touches | Choi San
💐 IMPORTANT: Re-upload from my deleted account (hongjoongspoetry).
💐 Summary: Being a mother wasn’t an item on your bucket list, never has and probably never will be. You were more than content with living a childless life and it wasn't an occurring issue before, until you brought your boyfriend on a trip to your parents’ where his love for kids unveiled right in your face. You were adamant on your choice, but scared what the future held for you and your boyfriend.
💐 Pairing(s): idol!San x f!reader
💐 Genres/Tropes: tooth rotting fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, a lil suggestive
💐 Warnings/Tags: no use of (Y/N), mentions of pregnancies, arguments, explicit language, expectations that come with being a woman, reader doesn't want babies, pushy family, emotional invalidation, listed pregnancy side effects, san with kids
💐 Wordcount: 12.2K
💐 Author's note: Here's a lil treat inspired by my fear of pregnancies. I am not a mother and I'm not trying to offend anyone who is. I haven't experienced motherhood so I wouldn't understand the complicit feelings that come with it, this is more my observation of it I guess.
Edited 22 January, 2024!
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This is all fiction and not meant to represent San in any way or form.
Babies weren’t foreign to you even at the age of five.
You knew what they were; you had been one, your parents and siblings too, heck every living thing had been a baby at one point in their life. From the carrots growing in your grandma’s garden to the old ducks swimming in the pond down the street.
Babies were cute. A bit annoying, but nonetheless cute. Probably the reason why your parents decided to have so many children or was it the nostalgia of holding an infant when their kids grew up to be living ticking time bombs.
It wasn’t anything weird or something you paid attention to. It was quite simple too; people had children because they fell in love or to keep the relationship floating.
Children were simple beings. What they hear they shall question. Seeing your teacher highly pregnant, rubbing her stomach and wearing a gleeful expression, talking about birth and pregnancies and everything else coming with that had you taking in the information like a sponge absorbing water.
“Mom, did you give birth to me?”
“Of course, honey, I am your mom aren’t I?” You remember her gently wiping your cheek, a warm smile adorning her face.
You hummed in agreement, throwing a cut piece of steak in your mouth somewhat satisfied with her answer. Your eyes filtered between Hana and Jun, watching them push at each other’s shoulders clearly bickering over something so pointless your dad couldn’t bother stopping them. Not that it was possible, they were brought into this world together and separating them would only bring more chaos.
“Did you give birth to Hana-unnie and Jun-oppa too?”
“Yah! What do you think, airhead?!” Jun snarkily replied and got a light whack of the head by your sister.
“Sweetie, don’t hit your brother.”
Hana rolled her eyes. “Even if he deserves it?”
“Even if he deserves it,” your father concluded and urged them to eat.
Another piece of meat was flung in your mouth as you stared at the family portrait behind the twins, focusing on your other siblings who moved out a long time ago and already started their own families. Your mother saw the bemused tingle covering your features.
“Go on and eat your food.”
A small pout adorned your lips, “How do you give birth?”
Your parents were more than prepared for the wonders of your mind, any question fired at them had already been answered years ago with your older siblings. That’s what they thought at least and it explained why the dinner table went pin silent as the question was flung out in the open.
The seasons changed like your father changed channels. Spring fluttered into summer quicker than expected. Budded flowers opened, the various colored roses adorning your grandma’s fence beautifully. The breeze welcomed you with open arms, proudly announcing the start of summer break. The transition between summer and autumn was slow. The rich green leaves took their time changing shades – red, orange and eventually an ugly brown that reminded you of wet mornings and cold coffees – before the howling wind swirled them away, stripping the trees of its beauty.
As the years passed your My Little Pony boots were replaced with wedge heels and your favorite color wasn’t pink, but black – even though Jun argued black wasn’t a color – and before you knew it Hana moved out with her boyfriend, now husband, of six years. A small but evident baby bump peeking behind her knitted sweater.
You were seventeen at that time, the twins twenty-two and your remaining siblings already thirty-something.
Her baby girl wasn’t the first grandchild of your family tree and she certainly wasn’t going to be the last either, because four years later she welcomed another child into the world just a couple of months before your brother’s wife. That made a grand total of seven grandkids, three girls and four boys.
You were very grateful to your mom for giving birth to you last and grateful for the free birth control your siblings provided you with. Despite their children having moments of incarnating the devil, they weren’t the issue to your disdain of want for a baby.
Some said it was the lack of a boyfriend and others pointed out you being too focused on your academic studies – that your decision to start university was too hasty – depriving you of your youth, as if a newborn wouldn’t.
You saw what motherhood did to your sisters and in-laws, and it wasn’t anything you’d like for yourself. Not even after meeting your boyfriend, who you were madly in love with and he was completely head over heels for you, did your perception change.
Babies were cute to look at, but growing one inside of you? No thanks.
You glanced at San through the bathroom mirror, white shaving cream around his face.
“Don’t you have filming with the Return of Superman today?”
“Yep, have to make sure the beard doesn’t scratch the kids.”
You laughed again, “Beard? I haven’t seen you with a stub in how many months now, let alone a beard.”
Your eyes met in the reflection, one of his brows raised and lips puckered as if contemplating something. He then let go of the razor and gently took hold of your waist and neck, pressing his sticky cheek against yours. You yelled out and tried to push him away, but he barely moved.
“What did you say about my beard?”
“You have a beautiful beard! So pretty and well-kept!”
San smiled brightly, dimples popping and eyes creasing as he planted a wet kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you baby!”
The white cream was washed off with extreme care, as he was afraid of wetting your clothes and hair.
“There you go.” He threw on a gray hoodie, black hair slightly disheveled but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with you running your hand through it.
“I’d say thanks, but you’re at fault.”
He rested his hands on your hips, thumbs sneaking underneath the white fabric of your blouse to caress the soft skin beneath. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Your twentieth lap around the world was filled with many experiences and emotions. You finally moved out of the countryside to the big city and found an apartment in the middle of Seoul. As much as you loved the feeling of freedom and independence you also despised it. Not having anyone waiting on you by the door, no home cooked meals or clean clothes neatly made on your bed reminded you of what you left behind.
Although it was hard to adapt at first you managed and with the help of a friend you quickly adjusted to the busy city life. As someone wise once said; after rain came sunshine, and your sunshine was San. The boy your friend introduced you to when you still had little to no knowledge of Korean pop groups besides the older generations and singing ring-ding-dong no repeat.
At the time he was just San, a funny and caring friend you could be yourself with, occasionally going out to secluded shops for coffee and pastries. You never questioned the scenery and request of privacy, always giving people the benefit of the doubt, until a girl stopped you on your way to a morning class with the demand you tell her who you were and what connection you had to her Sannie.
With a trembling voice you answered her truthfully, debunking any conclusions she already made up in her mind.
You didn’t go to school that day or home for that matter either, scared to be followed and questioned again by a potential lover or side-piece so you did the next best thing; stopped by a 7-eleven and spent your morning there before taking the first train to your sister’s unannounced, spilling everything like an overflowing bucket.
As the mature woman she was, she spurred you on to ask San. Saying you deserved answers to your questions and to potentially clear up any misunderstandings – if there were any of that is.
The moment you told him about the girl, he came forward with who he was, something he admitted he should’ve done immediately, but didn’t for two reasons: a) you allowed him to be himself with no walls and b) he was worried the truth would scare you away. Heck, you were already chased just by being near him and you didn’t even know anything. To your luck, the girl wasn’t his girlfriend or a crazy ex, but a fan and San was an idol.
A few weeks after his confession your friendship progressed and blossomed into a beautiful relationship. You could proudly call him yours in the privacy of your apartment and he could wrap his arm around you – face masks and caps on of course – scaring the prying eyes of other men. He filled your solitude with the comfort and love you missed so dearly.
“Honey, have you seen my gray hoodie? I can’t find it in your wardrobe.” San stood before your closet, torso exposed and an expensive towel you can’t remember the brand of wrapped around his hips.
You were in the kitchen brewing coffee for the both of you. A plain yet pretty dress stuck tightly to your form, “Mmm, I think it’s in the basket with all the other clean clothes.”
The taps of his bare feet filled your apartment accompanied by a gasp seconds later.
“Did you find it?”
Large arms slinked around your waist and pulled you into San’s chest, he nuzzled his nose against the bare spot on your neck before peppering it with tender pecks, “Thank you, honey.”
“Always, baby. Here’s your coffee.”
You gingerly handed him the cup, but San had other plans. Ever-so-gently he titled your head sideways as his lips met yours. It was soft and made your stomach swoop as if going down a steep roller coaster.
San had that effect on you no matter what he did.
“You have to…get dressed or…we’ll be late,” you said between kisses.
His chest vibrated against your back as he hummed in delight, “This is worth getting in trouble for.”
“I’m sure it is, but I don’t think Wooyoung will appreciate that.”
“I don’t care.”
A laugh bubbled out as you rewarded him with one last kiss to the cheek. Eventually you both parted ways. San went first, wearing an obligatory cap and mask while meeting up with his manager further down the street and you followed shortly after, taking the commute to your workplace.
“So,” you started after placing the pot on the table between your plates, immediately filling San’s, “my parents invited us to theirs next week.”
He nodded, “I think I can make it, but I’ll have to double-check with the guys and managers.”
It was the first date night in weeks where both of you were free from work and had enough energy to meet up. You originally invited all the boys, but San was keen on keeping you to himself, claiming he wanted some alone time. If it were up to him he’d see you everyday even for just five minutes, arguing that the short time could give him the motivation to work harder. In return you reminded him the journey from his dorm to your place was a thirty minute long drive without traffic, the energy he’d get would evaporate in seconds.
“It’s okay if you can’t make it, Sannie. I know you guys have a lot to do, especially with the release of your new album.”
“Mmm, don’t worry about that. We’ll see first, but I’m telling you now. I want to go.” He reached for your hand across the small table and you returned the sentiment with a squeeze before beckoning him to eat.
You took notice of his upturned lips and crescent moon eyes. It wasn’t an unusual sight, San was always in a good mood and when he wasn’t he still mustered up a smile warm enough to brighten your day.
“What are you smiling about?” You teased, carrying a grin of your own.
“You should have seen the kids the other day, they were so cute.”
“Oh, it completely slipped my mind to ask. How was it?”
“It was fun and they were so, so cute. All of them really.”
“I can imagine, Sannie.”
“I don’t want to say too much, you still have to wait for the episode, but ohhh! I can’t stop smiling.”
You chuckled and enjoyed seeing your boyfriend suffer a hard case of baby fever. San loved kids, put that man near a kid and anyone in one mile radius would see it. That was how you found out.
You were babysitting your niece one random Thursday night, your brother claiming ‘you owed him’ for something you did in your childhood days that was long forgotten. San asked if you were free that same night, but you sadly turned him down, briefly explaining the situation and voilá. The date was moved from a five star restaurant to your living room with blankets and ice cream and a toddler with bigger love for Bluey than her aunt.
San’s love for kids wasn’t something he expressed with you, but rather something you saw through gentle touches and light coos, a few stolen pecks here and there.
It wasn’t an issue to you. In all honesty, it was attractive because how many men did you know who actually showed interest in their children? How many dads knew their kids’ birth dates or their favorite ice cream flavor?
And yeah, you felt the same. Your nieces and nephews were cute, especially when they wore matching clothes for Chuseok and Christmas. Don’t even get you started on their birthday costumes.
But it wasn’t enough to make you want one.
It wasn’t worth the nine month long journey of fatigue, mood swings, nausea, stretch marks and not to mention the painful process of giving birth and what came after; potentially loss of teeth, tearing the perineum, hair loss… the list is truly endless.
Not wanting kids wasn’t a problem until you stumbled into San who carried a love big enough for the whole population of South Korea.
“I can’t wait till we have kids,” San admitted as you stuffed your mouth with a spoonful of rice.
The clock hanging above the kitchen entrance didn’t freeze but you sure did. The words would make anyone squeal and melt at once, however they washed over you like a big cold wave in the atlantic ocean and sent your food into the wrong pipe. San jumped up from his seat and patted your back while opening a can of coke with his other hand.
“Drink this.” He pushed the beverage in your hands and waited to make sure you were alright. The coughing didn’t stop but at least you could breathe. “Better?”
You sent him a nod, not trusting your voice to keep its cool. San didn’t question the lack of response to his blunt statement nor why you nearly choked to death. The night ended with you two hastily filling the dish machine and cuddling together on the couch with you laying on top of him. A boring movie played on the big TV while you basked in each other’s embrace.
Halfway through the movie you cleared your throat, not being able to shake the conversation from earlier, “You want kids?”
“Not right now, but someday,” San said, one hand under his head and the other rubbing your back. He then glanced down at you. “Don’t you?”
You turned so your chin rested on his chest, noses almost touching and his peppermint breath fanning your face. The simple two letter word was stuck in your throat, and like the coward you were you swallowed them down with guilt. You shot him a quick smile and even manually crinkled your eyes to make it more believable.
Twenty minutes later and San was out like a light, the hectic schedules and plenty of sleepless nights getting to him in the end. Sleep didn’t come as easy to you. Mind too occupied with thinking, thinking and more thinking. Tears blurred your eyes and you didn't know if they were from the stuffy room or the guilt bubbling in your abdomen.
The incident was pushed under the rug in your living room, neither bringing it up again nor the topic of a future family, mainly because you were both drowning in work and adult responsibilities. The days passed in a flash and when Friday came around San was parked outside the building early in the morning, welcoming you with a preheated seat and a cup of steaming hot coffee.
“The twins and their kids are the only ones who could come. Mimi-unnie’s little ones caught the flu and Jin couldn’t get away from work.”
Coming from a rather small family and then moving in with seven men he considered brothers was quite the change for young San, so hearing that neither Mimi or Jin, and their respective families, could make it made him deflate.
“That’s unfortunate. We haven’t seen them in a long time.”
“Yeah, but at the same time I can already feel the headache coming from having seven kids running around all day.”
“That’s how Hongjoong must feel all the time.”
The image of seven twenty-something-year olds running around as toddlers and an exhausted Hongjoong not far behind them popped up in your head and brought out a laugh. Then last week’s phone call with your mother interrupted the vision and you got serious again.
“Did you bring spare clothes? Mom said they were warning of a rainstorm.”
“Yep. It’s in the trunk with your things.”
Your hands rested on your lap and San, feeling the need to touch you, gently intertwined your fingers with his and placed a kiss to the back of your hand. He occasionally withdrew when changing gears before resuming his hold. The ride was long and by the time you arrived you were exhausted despite not doing anything but passing San snacks every once in a while.
Squeals of joy and multiple little feet padding against the hardwood floor had your lips curling upwards as you opened the door. You crouched down and were greeted with two kids catapulting in your embrace.
“Hello little chicks,” you said and planted a kiss on the crown of their heads.
“Did you miss us?” Borah asked, her small hands tightening around your neck leaving barely any room for her little brother.
Before you could reassure her the door opened behind you and in came San, thus stealing the lovely cuddle session right from beneath your nose.
“Uncle San!”
He lifted both children in his arms and beamed at their giggles and kicking legs. You craned your head up, eyes trailing up to San’s closed ones, and your heart swelled with love. He looked like he belonged right there surrounded by tiny humans with toothless smiles and snotty noses.
A tug at your sleeve had your head whipping forwards, “Kai,” you cooed at the youngest of the batch earning a blurb of happy noises.
The hallway proceeded to be crowded by the rest of the house. Hugs and kisses were exchanged with your family and out of the corner of your eyes you could see San exchanging a firm handshake with your father.
“You’re right in time for dinner!” Your mother gleefully exclaimed and ushered you inside, the little ones slinking around her legs like overly fed kittens mooching for more food.
The first hour was spent catching up and talking about everything you’ve missed out on in each other’s lives. Your father initiated small talk with San, asking him about the drive there and if he had a lot of work even wondering how the rest of Ateez were doing. To your relief your parents treated him as their third son and your siblings weren’t opposed to the idea of another brother.
You sat in between Jun and Jisoo – his wife – giving her all of your attention. Apparently she was in the middle of her second trimester, something you just found out. You sent Jun a quick glare and a whack to the back of his head, and as he was about to fight back he slumped back in his seat all thanks to the stern eyes of his wife.
“Here let me help you, mom.”
San ventured into the open kitchen and took the plates from your mother’s hands. She tried stopping him but it was to no avail, once a gentleman, always a gentleman. So she did the next best thing.
“Are you not embarrassed Jun? Sitting on your rear while the guests prepare the table!”
“I’m a guest too?!” He cried and Jisoo stifled a laugh behind her palm, the other hand rubbing her swollen belly.
“Yah, guest my ass. It’s your house as much as it’s mine so get over here before I rip your ear off.”
San stood by the table and waited for another chance to interfere, or as Jun liked to call it ‘buttering up to the in-laws’. You creeped up behind San and leaned your cheek against his bicep.
“You good?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your head. If someone knew what it meant to be separated from family then it was San, having not seen his own parents in how many years now?
“I’m perfect,” you replied and discreetly created some space between you as the rest of the family entered the kitchen.
Unlike San, you weren’t very keen on showing public affection especially as you guys never did it due to him being a literal celebrity. You had no problem showering him with love behind closed doors, but it was different with so many people around and in front of your parents nonetheless. That was just forbidden, almost illegal in your books.
As if they hadn’t done the deed at least four times–
“Well go on, why are you standing there like sheep waiting for Lassie.”
Everyone swammered the table per your mother’s request. You, San and Borah sat on one side of the table with your mother and father on each end, and Jun, Jisoo and Hana across from you.
“How is work, sweetie?”
You faced your mother as she filled your plate with food and you practically tore the spatula from her hands.
“It’s good. There’s a lot now that people are on vacation, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“You’ve always been a hard worker,” she grumbled. “And how are you otherwise?”
Your brows furrowed, “I’m great too. What do you mean?”
She stared you dead in the eyes, making sure you were looking at her too, and flickered her gaze down to your stomach and back up again three times.
“I am healthy.”
The bite you tried to hide slipped out and she couldn’t help but scoff.
“Of course you’re healthy. I don’t give birth to sick babies.”
You don’t know when your mother turned so…sour. When her gentle touches turned to pinches and words of endearment became sneers of displeasure. Over one summer she had changed drastically and called every two to three weeks, asking the same questions, hoping for different answers.
“At least someone here is eating for two.”
The sentence struck you right in the heart and it bothered you how easily she got under your skin. As if prioritizing yourself brought shame on your whole family tree, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a soccer team of grandkids already.
Your sister-in-law smiled timidly and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her being put in the spotlight just because of your mother’s pettiness.
“Oh, that reminds me, San-ah! We watched your Return of Superman episode,” Hana said excitedly.
“Who do you like more, uncle San, me or Jaeyul?”
“Mmm, that is a hard question, Borah. How about this, I’ll tell you if you promise to keep it a secret?”
The five year old immediately nodded and San – keeping his promise – gently whispered in her ear, “You.”
A gasp slinked out of her lips and she threw her hands over her mouth, the two exchanged a look and San made a zipping motion over his lips, a gesture Borah copied.
“Wah, you’re so good with kids San-ah,” Jun complimented.
“I was just about to say that! We couldn’t stop smiling, it was so endearing. All of you, really,” your sister added and pushed her thick glasses up against her nose.
San straightened at the praise. A dust of red covered his face accompanied with a bright smile.
“I just love kids.”
“Then it’s about time you get some, don’t keep us waiting any longer.”
Your body tensed and your grip on the spoon tightened. Your mother talked about the matter as if babies were truly delivered by storks and not an almost year long process. You kept your gaze on your plate, not daring to meet anyone’s stares, not when you could feel San’s bore into the side of your face. You two had yet to talk about the future and it wasn’t something you were ready for, especially not after his random burst of baby fever.
San cleared his throat, “Well I’d rather first put a ring on your daughter’s finger, if that’s alright with her.”
Oh, how you loved this man.
You didn’t need things to be official to know how you felt about San. A scribble of paper and a ring on your finger wouldn’t make your love more real, but you knew if San asked the big question you’d say yes in a heartbeat.
Heat ran through you, from the center of your heart to the tips of your toes, and it was hard to suppress the smile fighting its way on your face. The twins ‘oh-ed’ loudly, Jun even made the table into a makeshift drum as Borah and Jisoo jumped on the teasing wagon. Your father smiled at the scene before him. It was about time you got married, he thought but kept it to himself. Your mother on the other hand wasn’t all too pleased. As much as she wanted you to marry before conceiving, she didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary and with how your life was going, a marriage wasn’t an event in any of her five future calendars.
“Are we supposed to call you Mrs. Choi now?”
A hard smack resounded in the house with a groan.
The dinner ended with no more personal questions about your and San’s relationship as all the attention was diverted to Jun and Jisoo’s unborn baby. Now you were all gathered in the living room, except for Jisoo who long passed out in Jun’s childhood bedroom.
“Auntie.” Borah grabbed at your elbow, her legs stretched over your thighs as she sat in San’s lap with her head resting against his chest.
“Yes, flower?”
Her eyes were droopy and she barely stayed awake despite the loud conversation of the adults. You inched closer to her to easily decipher her slurring words.
“I wanna sleep with you and uncle San.”
“Mmm, you want to cuddle with us?” She nodded tiredly. “Lemme ask uncle San first, okay flower?”
You caressed her hair and she smacked her lips before readjusting herself in San’s arms. Despite balancing between sleep and consciousness she was determined to know his answer.
It didn’t take much more than a gentle ‘Sannie’ for you to catch his attention, “Borah wants to sleep in our bed. Is that alright with you?”
He glanced down at the usually sugar rushed child and chuckled at her passed out form. “Of course. Here, I’ll tuck her in.”
While he went upstairs, easily navigating through the house from the previous visits, you stepped foot in the kitchen. The dishes from the dinner had just been pushed aside by your mother as she was dead set on everyone spending more time together, not allowing anyone entry in the kitchen unless it was to get more food.
Although she was challenging your patience for the past five hours, you still loved her dearly so washing the dishes was the least you could do without blatantly saying it.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
Speak of the devil and they shall appear.
“Nothing, making your life easier.”
“Oh, please. My life hasn’t been any easier since you moved out. Constantly worrying about you.”
“Really, mom? There’s nothing to worry about plus it’s not like I’m alone. I have San.” You rinsed a plate and stacked it on the rack to your left.
“I know…That’s what I’m afraid of.”
A glass nearly slipped out of your hands. Your confused eyes met her worried ones and you bit the inside of your cheek, not really understanding what she was getting at.
“Why…I’m sorry, what are you exactly…afraid of?”
The anxiety grew like weeds in your mind at her gentle whisper of your name. Did she not like San? But that was impossible; she practically referred to him as her favorite son-in-law.
“Don’t you think it’s time you two get serious?”
“Okay!” You dropped the sponge in the sink and placed your soapy hands on your hips. “You really need to stop talking in riddles or my head is going to explode from anxiety.”
“There you go again with that anxiety. It’s not real!”
“Nope! Don’t try to change the subject. Say what you really mean or just stop talking, mom I swear it’s the only chance I’m giving you to be outright honest with me.”
A beat of silence passed and then another. Just as you thought she was backing down, the second most outrageous thing of the day came out of her mouth.
“Get married to San before he leaves you for someone else.”
You scoffed, “Unbelievable. You’re unbelievable.”
The rag hanging off your shoulder was snatched as you used it to dry your hands, but the anger proved that to be difficult so you bolted up to your room, not bothering with bidding anyone a good night’s sleep. You just needed to get away from the tension downstairs and, believe it or not, you craved San’s comfort.
Anger clouded your vision and all rational thoughts were pushed aside as you threw the door open, scaring San and nearly arousing little Borah. As much as you wanted to slam it shut, you couldn’t. Instead you did the childish-angry thing where you swing the door with all your might and stop it just as it was about to close and create an atomic-like explosion.
San rose from his comfortable position on the pink fluffy carpet that teenage-you chose, eyes wide in alarm and arms reaching for you.
He had changed out of the black hoodie and gray suit pants and into something more comfortable; a satin black pajamas you gifted him for Valentine’s day with a pair of semi-rimless glasses perched on his nose. Something about the look made him so domestic your anger nearly disappeared into thin air.
“Woah, woah. What’s wrong?”
You hid your face in your hands and San wasted no time taking you in his arms, bringing your body close to him. The motion had you sighing deeply as you exhaustively sunk into his embrace. San didn’t push for an answer and for that you were grateful. He rubbed your back and kissed your temple, nose and cheek.
“It’s my mom,” you eventually whispered.
“You wanna talk about it?”
You didn’t move at first, weighing your options. Sharing the harsh words of your mom would lead to a conversation you weren’t ready to take. So you shrugged and clasped your hands around his torso.
“Yes and no.”
“Okay, come here.”
He gave you another kiss before moving you so your back was against his chest and shuffled over to the bed. He sat down by Borah’s feet, careful not to wake her, and pulled you between his legs dangling over the edge of the queen sized bed. His hands found home on your stomach immediately easing you off your anger.
“We’ll do whatever you feel like. We can talk about it if you want or I can just listen to you, but if you don’t want to we won’t. We can find something else to do. It’s up to you, honey.”
You took his hands in yours and examined his each and every finger. A wave of nervousness washed over you and a distraction was needed to untangle your tied tongue.
“She just said some…mean things I guess.”
“About you?”
You nodded silently. “About us.”
San hummed and you honestly expected a stronger reaction, but you should’ve known better.
He was rational and never really lashed out, at least not that you knew of. You’d never seen him angry enough to act on it.
“She didn’t mean anything ill thought, but you were the starting point of it.”
“Look at me?”
As you faced him his eyes immediately found yours and in them were swirls of pure affection and sincerity.
“I love you.”
The skin on your cheeks burned hot and your lips curled into an embarrassed smile. The confession sent a magic tingle through your body.
“Where is this coming from?”
“I love you,” he said again, not satisfied with your response.
“I love you too, Sannie.”
“Good. Don’t worry ‘bout what your mom says. I love you and nothing will change that.”
Reassuring words and mellow touches.
“Nothing?”
Not even your fear of childbirth?
Or the idea that the two of you never may have children?
“Nothing, my love.”
And if he noticed the turn your smile took – going from happy to sad – he didn’t mention it. Because despite everything you couldn’t stop the gnawing thoughts of dread and what if’s from filling your mind.
“Did you watch the episode?”
“What episode?”
“The one of Seonghwa-hyung, Woo and I with the kids.”
Right, that one.
At first you didn’t purposely push it back on your agenda but the more you remembered his wish of starting a family the more chores you suddenly had to do and oh, that pile of paperwork could certainly not wait until after the weekend and when you actually had the time to watch it your phone would ping with a billion messages, every single one coming from San who insisted he craved to hear your voice and see your ‘absolutely angelic face’ – his words.
So no. You hadn’t seen it.
“Ah, really?” He laughed at the speed you shook your head. “Well, let’s watch it together.”
“Now?”
“Mmm. Unless you don’t wanna?”
“Oh– Uhm, no! Go ahead, I’ll just change into something comfortable.”
Why he brought his laptop for a two day journey, you had no idea but apparently it worked in his favor because there you were laying on the side closest to the wall with Borah snuggled between you guys while the laptop was perched on San’s stomach, the episode playing in full swing.
Every interaction with the twins or Jaeyul made your guts twist and clench. You had to admit it was cute; so cute that your dinner almost went back up the same way it came from. You felt so bad and the worst of it all was the guilt that followed, the guilt of knowing you weren’t doing anything wrong yet you’d still be treated as if you were.
And it was such a shitty situation, because how come that the man who’d single-handedly light up each and every star for you, also was the one to summon the clouds obscuring the night sky?
You didn’t notice San’s lingering eyes or the way his fingers itched to hold yours or the three word long question resting on his tongue. Not that he was being obvious about it. Whenever you looked at him he’d flash you that derpy smile of his and a reassuring blink that lasted a second too long.
It may have been unclear to you, but nothing passed your radar of a brother. He did have the maturity of a boy going through early stages of puberty, but you had to give it to him, he was observant. Too observant for his own good.
“What’s going on with you and lover boy?”
Thanks to Jun’s stupidity you both were honored with dish-duties. What you didn’t know was that it was all a part of his masterplan.
“What?”
“I don’t know I’m the one asking you.”
You glared at him and he wordlessly took the clean tray from you.
“I’m just saying, we dudes, we see when something’s wrong.”
“So something’s wrong with San?”
“Not with San.” He put the tray in place and threw the rag over his shoulder, painfully dragging out the conversation, “With you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me?”
“Mm-mm, there is. You’re all tense and silent, and anytime someone mentions a baby you do this thing where you disapp– Yeah, just like that!” He snapped his fingers and pointed at your face void of emotion.
“I’m just not feeling it today.”
A gasp left his mouth and he looked around almost alarmed. “Don’t tell me you’re…pregnant?” He whispered the last word as if it was a crime that could sentence you to life in prison.
Out of sheer surprise and terror you smacked the side of his head.
“Are you out of your mind?!” You hissed back.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“It is a no!”
“Okay, don’t hit me again!” As you raised your arm he simultaneously threw his hands up to shield himself from your wrath.
A third party watched the banter from the living room, his feet tucked under his thighs in a pretzel motion and tongue poking at his cheek. The three years you spent together, from the platonic start to the blossoming romance, granted you more knowledge of each other than anyone else.
San noticed your change in behavior at the dinner table last night, after the talk with your mother and as you cozied up to him in bed. At first he brushed it off as jitters for not being home for so long and the overwhelming emotions of finally meeting everyone again, but the more he thought of it the more he realized it wasn’t like you. And he promised himself to ask you about it, he just needed to find the perfect moment when you weren’t being swammered by everyone else which proved to be nearly impossible. If you weren’t hounded by your mother or bothered by your siblings, then you were stuck with the little ones and their sticky fingers.
“San-ah.”
Hana brought him out of his thoughts.
“Do you ever see yourself having kids?”
The question threw him off guard because wasn’t it obvious? What more could he want than to start a family with the love of his life?
“Of course, but it’s not something we’ve gotten around yet. We’re not rushing anywhere either!”
Hana nodded and took a long sip of her chamomile tea. There was something so uneasy with her watchful eyes and the slight purse of her lips that had San thinking a little too much to his liking.
Was he missing something?
And he really shouldn’t have asked, prod at her interest and start something he wasn’t sure he was ready for but being the curious cat he was, San couldn't help himself.
“If you don’t mind, why are you asking?”
“Mmm…you see, she’s not the brightest when it comes to children.”
That sentence sounded like an unstrung guitar being played with a dull rock underwater. If San remembered correctly, you shone the brightest around your nieces and nephews. There was never a dull moment with them, always bringing you to tears from laughing too much. He saw you with them; you were gentle, thoughtful and careful, and he was certain it had nothing to do with you sharing the same blood.
San must have looked confused because Hana spluttered out an explanation, her hands waving around at the speed of light.
“I’m just saying that because I know how you’re with kids. Anyone can see you love them and I know it wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“What wouldn’t be fair?”
“Not having kids,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
San wanted to ask more questions yet he decided to hold his tongue. He wouldn’t be able to see the complete puzzle anyways and he knew the missing piece could only be received from one person – you.
“It’s a mutual concern of ours and we are just looking out for you.” She gave him a few pats of comfort, for what he had yet to find out, “God knows my husband would be devastated if I didn’t want kids.”
San listened silently, the frown on his face deepening with each word.
Did your sister not want kids?
He followed her line of vision leading straight to you and then it hit him.
You didn’t want kids.
The images of San holding a toddler that was the spitting image of him; a head too big for its body, chubby cheeks and faint brows, haunted you every night. Some dreams were more vivid than others, but they were never the same. The most recent one was of the three of you taking a walk in the park. The little girl sat on San’s shoulders wearing a purple hat with cat ears while you trailed behind them, a matching bag around your shoulder and a camera in your hands. As San turned around you caught a glimpse of their bright smiles and identical dimples. The girl saw you and stretched her arms out, a giddy ‘mom!’ tumbling out of her mouth.
That’s when you woke up in a puddle of sweat. You could barely catch your own breath as you jumped out of bed, nearly toppling to the floor in the process.
A cloud of guilt and shame loomed over you for various reasons. Mainly for dreaming of a future you could not see for yourself. It got to the point where you stayed up all night just to avoid the dreams. You picked up more shifts at the office, working late nights and early mornings, and it was a success until you cleared your whole schedule. Then came the idea of starting a new hobby; crocheting but your patience ran out rather quickly, who knew learning a double crochet would be so difficult?
Your guilty conscience affected your relationship with San too. Dates were painfully awkward as if you were a high school couple going on your first outing together, stealing shy glances and looking away as soon as your eyes met.
Then it was the skinship, whenever you accidentally touched fingers or feet collided underneath the dinner table, you’d withdraw so quickly as if burned by the scorch of a hundred suns. It was almost foreign to cuddle up on the couch too, San’s hands on your lower back and your cheek against his chest. At first you didn’t think he noticed the change in your behavior, but as you laid on top of him you could feel his heart rapidly beat in your ear and hands ghost over your skin, a trail of goosebumps following his faint touch.
Neither dared to speak up about the thick tension, assuming it would all go away in due time but the closer you got to the date of Ateez leaving for their tour in Latin America, the less likely it was to subdue.
Little did you know San wasn’t feeling any better himself. Hana’s words played in his head on a loop, creating new presumptions of what she meant. She wasn’t that straightforward with her message and San could’ve either pieced together the wrong information or been completely spot on. He’d never know if he never asked, which proved to be harder than expected.
The few times your schedules aligned you were interrupted by San’s phone – Seonghwa and Mingi checking if he was dining at yours or with them – and if it weren’t that then it was something else. The days he made sure nothing could interrupt he’d chicken out last minute and smoothly avert the attention to anything remotely more interesting.
“Did you see Mingi’s new hair color?”
“I made Jongho promise to teach you how to break an apple in half!”
“Yeosang wants to buy a puppy!”
The confidence San possessed on stage in front of thousands was plummeting to the ground. Hard and fast. It honestly baffled him how much control one person could hold over him. Not that he complained, who was supposed to make his knees weak and brain all mushy besides you?
Knees weak and mushy brain was exactly how he felt as you opened the door, revealing yourself. You wore a black and white striped sweater with a black skirt stopping midthigh. The top was slightly big so you tucked it in your skirt. A small dark bag hung over your shoulder matching your leather boots. Simple yet elegant jewelry adorned your fingers and ears. You topped it off with black see-through stockings and black coat.
“Is this too much for a night out?”
You were stunning.
“It’s perfect, babe.”
He handed you a beautiful bouquet of pink and red roses mixed with fillers, the brown paper gave them an old school look. You suppressed a squeal of joy and took the flowers from him, planning to put them in a vase, but not before planting a quick and shy kiss to the apple of his cheek. Your lipstick smeared on his skin almost camouflaging with the redness crawling up his neck, attacking his ears and cheeks, luckily for him you bolted to the kitchen, embarrassed at your own gesture.
You truly were like a pair of high schoolers, but for once you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. Perhaps it was your consciousness pushing the thoughts away for the night as it was your last date before San left overseas.
“Ready to go?”
San was breathtaking.
It was no surprise that your boyfriend was a work of art, but there was something different about him tonight. Dark slacks accented his hard thighs a black turtleneck covered his bulging arms and slim waist with a gray coat hung snuggly over his frame reaching his calves. You always said his natural hair color suited him the best and it was true, especially when it was slicked back with a few strands falling over his exposed forehead.
You gulped harshly, “Yup.”
You placed your hand in his and smiled as his fingers thread through yours like the roots of a tree becoming one with the earth. Giddy smiles hid behind your masks but the sparkle in your eyes was brighter than the night sky and its million stars.
San stuffed your woven hands in the pocket of his large coat for the short walk to his manager’s car and then his hand found its long lost place on your thigh during the drive to your favorite restaurant.
You were addicted to his reassuring words and mellow touches.
San held his breath and was fully prepared to feel your body still at the skinship or for you to slowly pull away, but when you did the complete opposite – tightening your hold on his hand – he exhaled in relief.
The restaurant was made for celebrities to have somewhere to go and enjoy their time without noisy people and overbearing fans. They even had a no phone policy to maximize the safety and privacy of everyone inside, that way the possibility of scandals coming out were zero to none. It wasn’t everyday you went on expensive dates for obvious reasons, mainly because of San’s schedule but also because you felt bad for him paying every time. It was no secret San earned more money than you, being a literal idol, but you still made it work somehow.
For the first time in a while you felt good beside him. The unsettling dreams and thoughts of the future were as if non-existent and you didn’t want it any other way, at least for the night. Halfway through your second glass of wine San started blabbering about the tour. You wouldn’t say he was drunk, but rather relaxed.
“So where are you going first?”
He thought for a minute, “Mexico, Brazil, Chile and then Colombia.”
“Isn’t it your first time performing there? That must be exciting!”
“Mhm, I can’t wait to see our Latin American Atinys. I know some of them have been with us since predebut. Honestly I’d travel around the world just to meet them all.”
“That’d be the dream wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he smiled, “It’d be even better if you were there with me.”
His small pout and glistening eyes made you laugh, “Because that’d be such a good idea. I can bet all my life savings it would end up in a disaster one way or another.”
“What? Why?”
You placed your utensils down, “San, honey. I don’t think you realize how popular you are, like all of twitter wants to fuck you.”
San stopped mid chewing, his eyes wide and brows raised to the roof. The loading wheel appeared above him and he smiled embarrassingly as your words finally registered, his teeth white but the tips of his ears burned red.
“Yah, don’t say that.” He suddenly looked away as if he wasn’t showered with compliments on a daily basis.
“Well it’s Atinys’ words, not mine.”
“You jealous?”
The cheekiness didn’t go unnoticed by you so in an equally teasing tone, you replied, “I can’t be jealous of something I actually get to do.”
And if there was anything better than a tipsy San then it was a flustered one.
“You shy, baby?”
He shook his head with a little ‘no’ that barely reached your ears.
The rest of the date was perfect – much to your surprise – and not once did the guilt ridden thoughts infiltrate your mind, not even when you passed a happy couple pushing a stroller on your way home or when you saw, what must have been, the biggest smile of the night on San’s handsome face. For a split second you thought everything would work out in the end. You’d overcome this obstacle just like you did with the move to Seoul or with the test you nailed after months of pulling all-nighters. But only for a split second because as the clock struck midnight your night took an unexpected turn with it.
“You need a place to stay for the night?” It came out more suggestive than you intended, however you didn’t mind.
“I don’t know, did you plan to sleep tonight?”
Your pointer finger rested against your chin as you pretended to think.
“If that’s the case then you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
A pair of very familiar hands grabbed your hips sending an electric feeling through your body despite the skirt separating your skin from touching. Your bodies fit like two pieces of a missing puzzle.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” you replied and threw your head back against the crook of his neck.
“Good.”
You were a feather in San’s hand and he treated you with care. Never too rough or foul, always considerate and kind but not opposed to it if you asked. He spun you around and stared at you with a million stars in his eyes, completely and utterly lost in the beautiful galaxy that is you.
San cupped your cheek and traced your bottom lip with his thumb. His touch stopped at the corner of your mouth, his eyes widened as you lightly bit down on his finger. Your warm tongue against his cold skin. Your parted lips pulled into a smirk and it spurred San to push his thumb deeper in your mouth, now laying completely flat against the wet muscle. The innocent yet sultry bat of your eyes drove him crazy.
Reassuring words and mellow touches.
He wanted you. He wanted to lick and nip at your skin, paint it full of violet and crimson clover. Make your writhe and turn in his hold until breathless pleas filled your apartment. He craved you beneath him, bare and vulnerable while he worshiped your body with praises and sinful words. He wanted to make love to you.
Yet he couldn’t.
Not when you were both haunted by your thoughts.
He slipped his thumb from your mouth taking the sexual atmosphere with it.
“Love?”
His eyes snapped to yours and he knew then and there that the art of love wouldn’t solve any of your worries, because at the end of the night he’d still travel halfway across the world with the nagging thoughts packed between his briefs and socks.
“Is everything alright?” You gently latched onto his wrist, thumb stroking the back of his hand.
“I love you,” San suddenly confessed.
A crease formed between your brows, lips glued together and eyes almost glossy. You were taken back at the sweet words but even more so at the way he was looking at you – almost sad.
“Where is this coming from?”
“I love you,” he repeated.
The scene wasn’t a sense of deja-vu, that much you knew, but rather a memory from a few weeks ago. A memory that was much sweeter and domestic than now. The response San expected to hear didn’t come as quickly as he hoped and through his tipsy vision he recognized a moment of hesitation.
“Honey?”
“I love you too, San.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He suddenly asked.
The loving touches and flirty banter went down the drain and you were left with a silence so loud and overwhelming you couldn’t think properly.
“What?”
“I said, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean something’s got you distracted.”
“There’s nothing going on,” you insisted stubbornly.
“Absolutely nothing?”
“San…everything's fine.”
“Except it isn't! I know you enough to see the changes. You barely sleep and this is the first time in days where I’ve seen you with a real smile.”
It broke his heart to see you slink from his embrace. Arms crossing over your chest and head turning sideway.
“Honey, please talk to me.” He sounded desperate.
“And I am. There’s nothing wrong.”
He raked his hand through his hair. The deep sigh whirling around your apartment.
“Don’t lie. Not to me.”
You stayed silent yet again.
“I’m here for you, always will be.”
“I can’t,” you whispered into the august breeze.
“What?”
“I can’t tell you,” you repeated a little louder.
“Why?”
“Because you’ll hate me!” It stung San into silence. “You’ll hate me and never want to speak to me again.”
He hungered for your touch, hands itching to reach for yours and as he took a step forward you took one back.
“You can’t keep it bottled up forever, love.”
“I can try.”
Tears formed in your eyes and your voice cracked. You tried blinking them away but they raced down your cheeks against your will.
“C’mere.”
That was all it took for you to fling yourself at him. Your hands gripped the back of his shirt, nails digging into the expensive material. One hand cradled the back of your head and the other supported your back, rubbing gentle circles against your knitted sweater. San leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your crown, lingering and breathing in the sweet scent of you.
“I can’t breathe without you by my side so if you think I’ll ever hate you, you’re wrong. My love, you could break my heart a thousand times over and I’d still find reason to love you.”
Hot tears soaked into his shirt and you wanted to disagree but the tremble of your lips told you to be quiet so you shook your head violently instead.
You stood there for a long time, in each other’s arms with soft kisses and soothing touches. The emotions swirling around the apartment were too big for your shoulders and the rational part of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to carry them with you much longer.
“I don’t want children.”
It was interesting how a four worded sentence could either be the demise or rise of a relationship. What path your and San’s would take was yet to be determined, but God did you hope it was the latter.
The argument broke out three days ago and while you've gone months without seeing each other, these 72 hours were by far the most excruciating period of your relationship. You didn’t ever think there’d be a person you’d miss this much. To see and hold, kiss and laugh with.
The first day was spent bathing in your own tears and snot. You were forced out of work by your co-workers as they didn’t buy your lie of ‘everything being alright’. It wasn’t like you could tell them your idol boyfriend of three years ran head first out of your apartment after an argument, absolutely not because you literally told him to give you space. So from nine am to nine pm you were cooped up in your bed, crying, scrolling through your socials, crying some more until you eventually fell asleep.
The second day wasn’t anything better, except for the three tubs of ice cream you inhaled. They were kept in the back of your freezer for emergencies such as these. With a quick pat on the back for eating something you pushed the containers aside and continued your self wallowing, dressed in one of your (San’s) hoodies that smelled of caramelized sugar. Your phone blew up with calls from your family. Everyone concerned about you suddenly going MIA, but not enough to pay you a visit which you were both thankful and bitter about.
The third following morning came around and you decided that it was time to get your shit together. You still had a job to return to and bills to pay. It was all going well too, you cleaned the apartment and got rid of all the empty ice cream tubs, made a home cooked meal for the first time in three days, you even changed your bedsheets and did the laundry. The last thing on your list was a well deserved full-body shower.
The frantic ring of your doorbell fell on deaf ears as water pattered on your bare body and the tiled floor. Your fingers worked through your hair, rubbing almost painfully at your scalp as shampoo water went down the drain.
It was first after you cut the stream and stepped out of the shower that you realized someone was at the door. With a roll of your eyes, you leisurely squeezed the excess water out of your hair and wrapped a towel around yourself. The chime of the bell didn’t stop and you were on the brink of insanity.
There were only two people with keys to your place; San and your mom.
Your parents had no reason for coming all the way to Seoul in the middle of the day and San…even though your relationship wasn’t in the best shape you knew he’d never turn up unannounced, whether he told you by call or text didn’t matter as long as he reached out. He said it was a way of respecting your privacy and as much as you didn’t care for that, it was heartwarming.
6:30 PM glared the digital clock on the console table in the hallway.
All you wanted was one normal day. A morning without spilling coffee on your clean clothes, an afternoon without stubbing your toe on the desk in your office and a night without someone trying to sell you cookies or whatnot. It’d also be so much easier to crawl beneath your sheets and cry yourself to sleep without a maniac creating the newest billboard hit outside your apartment, but hey each to their own.
As much as you wanted to swing the door open and bark out profanities at the nuisance, you knew better and opted with looking through the peeping hole. Never did you expect a soaked San to stand there, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet while desperately abusing the doorbell.
San didn’t have time to react, neither at the door being opened nor for you appearing with only a towel. You took hold of his hand and dragged him inside to which he shut the door behind him and somehow managed to take off his shoes. You threw him a spare towel and disappeared in your room. San stood there like a kicked dog, ears flat against his head and tail certainly not wagging. A few seconds later you returned dressed in one of San’s many t-shirts and your pajama shorts, carrying a change of clothes.
You wordlessly gave them to him and escaped to your room again. San took that as his queue to get dressed.
The run to your apartment gave him barely any time to collect his thoughts, too busy with providing his burning lungs with air and keeping an eye out for cars and potential followers. So now that he stood, not in front of your door, but in your living room he was completely shitting his pants.
The cold and distant facade you managed to pull off in front of him crumbled the second you crossed the threshold of your room. You really strained all seventeen of your muscles not to cry and you could argue it was your best accomplishment yet as not a single tear kissed your cheeks.
“Hey.”
You looked up from your spot on the bed. Staring at your partner who stopped by the door. Your throat was dry and itchy, brain indiciseive of what to say and do. He wasn’t supposed to be here, that much you knew. Their agency had this weird rule of not allowing their idols out a day prior to their tour and it didn’t sit right with you knowing he went against their words, for you nonetheless.
“San, what are you doing here?”
Unsteady sleeping schedules, caffeine filled drinks and insomnia were the standard for idols. Anyone claiming otherwise was either lying straight through their teeth or had a great planning method something San could really use these days.
San was no stranger to succumbing to sleep at the early hours of the morning or not sleeping at all. The extra time was usually put into practice or perfecting his secret project, and sometimes something simple as laying in bed staring up at the ceiling.
But now it was hard to do any of that with you taking over his every thought. He found himself wondering about things that weren’t supposed to infiltrate his mind for the next five years.
Get married. Move in. Adopt a cat. Have kids.
A short list of things that were crossing the line between adolescence and adulthood.
The image of you and San doing that together spread a radiant smile across his face and his roommates, clueless as ever, couldn’t stop their own mouths from curving upwards. There was truly no other person he could think of doing any of that with and his heart was heavy as he realized he may never complete the list.
It took three calls from Seonghwa for San to acknowledge the older man sitting on the edge of his bed beside the open and empty suitcase.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Seonghwa leaned back on his arms keeping him from completely falling on the bed and stared at San’s computer screen, nonchalantly watching as he played one of his many games. The elder had come straight out of his own room from finishing a youtube live – a youtube live San crashed for a good fifteen minutes before abruptly leaving – and although Atiny probably didn’t notice the change of behavior in the younger Ateez member, Seonghwa did.
San sighed as the last character of his team died and the word ‘defeat’ flashed in large capital letters took over the majority of the screen.
“San-ah.”
Said man placed his expensive headset on the desk and twirled in his chair, and Seonghwa had a feeling the glum look on his features wasn’t from losing the game.
“I’m not saying you aren’t. I’m just checking if there’s something bothering you. Something I can help you with?”
The prolonged silence did nothing to soothe Seonghwa’s worries. He closely watched the hesitation slowly crack through San’s facade – bottom lip caught between his teeth, picking at his nails and eyes glazed over, darting literally everywhere except at Seonghwa.
Cautiously, he asked if it had something to do with you and his suspicion was confirmed when their eyes met.
“It’s…complicated.”
“How so?”
“Because I thought of a thing and it turns out I was right.”
Seonghwa tried asking as few questions as possible to not overwhelm San, but the conversation wasn’t giving him much to work with.
“And what were you thinking about?”
San ran his hands through his black hair and looked as if he was racking his brains, he then violently rubbed at his eyes too. It was one thing to think about the whole situation and another to say it out loud, possibly speaking it into existence.
“You don’t have to te–”
“Starting a family.”
The trip to your hometown really did a number on him, Seonghwa thought.
Cheeks red and palms sweaty, San cleared his throat. A little embarrassed at the confession and for cutting Seonghwa off so abruptly.
“I was thinking of what it’d be like to start a family with her.”
“Starting a what with who?”
Mingi stood in the doorway with parted lips and eyebrows raised to the roof, wet tufts of blonde and black hair peeked from underneath the towel on his head.
“It was just a thought.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with it,” Seonghwa assured.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t really matter.”
“How come?” Mingi pressed, now leaning against the door.
“Because she doesn’t want a family…or well, at least not kids.”
Seonghwa and Mingi exchanged glances. All of Ateez knew of San’s adoration for kids. Heck, Seonghwa had front row seats to it and all. He remembered thinking how skilled San was with the twins and even with the energized boy.
But none of it mattered now. If what San said was true – which he had no doubts about – then your choice went above everyone else’s, including San’s.
“And how do you feel about that?”
San looked at the eldest. “There’s nothing I can do about it. I mean, sure I love kids I do, but I love her more.”
“Then I don’t see what the issue is,” Mingi chimed in.
“It’s still a bitter situation Mingi, and Sannie has the right to feel…upset. Have you talked to her?”
San groaned and buried his face in the palms of his hands, thinking back how it all escalated so quickly. The split second he tried processing everything, you’d already decided it was time for him to leave and pushed him out, crying how you needed to be alone. Too stunned to properly react, San did as told.
“I walked out…”
Dread filled their guts as Mingi and Seonghwa patiently waited for the remainder of the story. They hoped San wouldn’t say what they were thinking.
“She confided in me at first and then pushed me away, screaming at me to go and I…listened. ”
“Well that changes the trajectory of things don’t you think?” Mingi said after the minute long silence and Seonghwa shot him a pointed look.
“San, we are not leaving for the tour until you talk to her,” Seonghwa declared.
The elder had no lover of his own, but he had seen enough movies to know how these situations ended. Spoiler alert: a painful break up for both parties.
San shrugged, “I’m sure Hongjoong would like that.”
“And you don’t think your girlfriend would? Listen here. We’re supposed to leave for the airport at seven am, I’ll give you the night if you make amends.”
Seonghwa stopped before San, a wide smile on his gorgeous face. “Besides, a family doesn’t become a family when a child is brought into it. If you think about it, the three of us and the rest of the guys are like a family, right?”
“We are a family,” Mingi corrected.
“Exactly. So who’s to say you two aren’t one too?”
“I’m here to do what I should’ve done days ago.”
It was hard to look him in the eye. The sincerity in them had your heart in knots, tugging and tightening with your every breath.
“Can I come in?”
San had his arms by his side and hands balled into fists to keep them from trembling. There was no doubt in his mind that you’d be in his arms by the end of the night, but it didn’t stop his pulse from skyrocketing.
“You’re already here.”
A faint, appreciative smile crossed his features as he gingerly took the seat beside you. There was no real malice to your words and he was thankful because honestly speaking he wouldn’t know what to make of it if you still needed ‘time’. San straightened and breathed out a sigh as if letting go of all his nerves.
“I want to start by saying; I’m sorry.”
You snapped your head towards him, confused as to why he was the one apologizing. You were the issue at hand here. You were the one depriving him of something he wished for, you pushed him away. Not the other way around.
“I’m really sorry for pressuring you–”
“San, no–” You shook your head, tears already threatening to make their dramatic entrance.
“Just listen to me, please.”
And his desperate plea was their queue to waltz in much to your dismay.
San lifted your chin so he could see your face and frowned at the tears. “I'm sorry if I ever made you feel obliged to push your feelings aside for me. That has never been my intention and it never will be.”
He cupped your face gently in both hands and wiped away your remaining tears with his thumbs. It pained him to know the tears were inflicted by his doing.
“I love you.”
“San,” you whimpered, barely able to get the word out.
“Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe for me. I’m not leaving.”
That was your breaking point. You heaved for air as more tears blurred your vision. A heavy weight lifted off your shoulders as you found solace in his words and San felt his own heart break at your wails. Feeling embarrassed you abruptly stood up and put a hand over your mouth to stop the broken cries. Staying true to his words, San hugged you from behind and pressed you into his embrace. Chin resting against your shoulder as his arms went around your waist. You stood like that until your tears ran dry and cries turned into hiccups.
San whispered words of encouragement in your ear, lips grazing the skin with each pronunciation. Your feet moved with his as he maneuvered you to bed and under the covers. A meteor could hit the earth and he wouldn't leave your side. You laid there in silence with your back to his chest. His arm under your neck and the other curled around your waist, keeping you flushed against his front. Your occasional sniffles filled the gaps letting San know you were awake.
“My love,” he started and you shifted as a reply of acknowledgement, “remember that night at your parents’ house? When your mother said something to upset you and you stormed up to your room?”
You nodded while playing with his fingers spread across your abdomen.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
“That you loved me and nothing would change that.”
He kissed the back of your head. “I still stand by that. I love you. Not what you can or can’t give me. I love you when you cry and I love you when you laugh. I love you through your anger and grief. I love your kindness and selflessness.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, please. You should only apologize when you’ve done something wrong.”
“But I led you on. San, we want different things. You want a child–” your voice cracked and you drew in a sharp breath, “–and that’s not something I’m sure I can give you, ever.”
“That’s not true.” He sat up and leaned over your body, “I wanna cuddle you to sleep and wake you with breakfast in bed. I want us to buy furniture and assemble it together only to give up halfway through. I want us to bake a ridiculous cake that ends up in a flour fight. I want all of that with you!”
San planted a soft kiss against the back of your hand.
“Children or not, it won’t change the fact that I love you and I’ll continue to say it until all the trees are cut down, until the ocean dries out and all the stars go out. I love you. Always have and always will.”
His caring words drew a smile from you and the harsh knot around your heart slowly came undone. His affectionate eyes searched yours and he’d wait an eternity for your answer, but you didn’t need more time to know what you wanted. Your hands caressed the sides of his neck and with a quick pull of his neck, your lips clashed in a passionate kiss.
Reassuring words and mellow touches.
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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 35]
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho
Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?
Word count: 3.2K
Chapter warning(s): Alcohol and alcohol consumption.
"Hey, I'm headed off. I'll see you back at mine?" You told Yunho.
"Hang on." He told Yeosang and came over to follow you into the kitchen. Even if he was seeing you in an hour or two, Yunho always insisted on walking you out.
"Mmm, rest well. I'll see you later." He bear hugged you and kissed your cheek. Lip kisses was still a little rare with the two of you, especially in a public space. But Yunho was grateful to receive them anyway. When it was just the two of you, he would always steal kisses and kiss you whenever he could.
"Let me know when you're on the way. I'll leave the door unlocked in case I'm in the shower or something." You said.
"Alright." He patted your head, waving to Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho, who were waiting by their cars. The 3 waved back to the tall male as you jogged to Seonghwa.
"Let's go." You jumped in.
"Luckily I did all the prep last night and some cooking just now. Tomorrow's off day will be spent sleeping." You giggled.
"Yeah, we'll probably all end up crashing at yours anyway after tonight." He chuckled in agreement as he drove back to your house. When he parked, you saw Wooyoung and Jongho.
"Come on." Jongho held your hand and all 4 of you headed in.
Tonight, all of you were surprising Yunho with a party to celebrate the restaurant being open for 6 months. His friends were in on it too, they'll try to get to your house before Yunho since he is driving alone, thinking it was just another night of sleeping at your place.
"Let's get started." You pulled your apron on to continue cooking the dishes that Yunho liked. It was an effort on everyone's part to keep the restaurant going but you wanted to make it special for Yunho.
"Check the pork shoulder for me?" You requested. Wooyoung was at the oven in an instant.
"Texture is looking good. I'll remove the foil to get the crackling going." He said and you nodded your head.
"It still has about an hour to go. It's been going for 7 hours." You informed, checking the timer and the piece of paper where you wrote down the dishes.
"Here's all the prep stuff." Jongho brought the deli containers of prepped ingredients to Seonghwa.
"Luckily we worked on all this last night. Now it's just putting it together." Jongho noted.
"Yes but like I was telling Hwa, we'll spend the day getting the sleep we deserve tomorrow." You laughed. Wooyoung and Jongho nodded in agreement. Like always, no matter where your team was, you all worked so well together.
"Abura soba is done, pork shoulder is in the oven, steaks will be done last minute. Can I start the arrancini or does anyone need any hands?" You called out.
"Don't forget to frost the cake!" Wooyoung reminded.
"You do that, I'll get started on the arrancini. Then you can take over." Jongho patted your shoulder.
"Thanks." You went to the larger fridge in your pantry and took the cake out. Grabbing an offset spatula, you frosted the cake over the crumb coat you had applied on earlier.
"Honestly, thank god for your prior planning skills in this. If you only had that main fridge out there, we wouldn't fit all this."
"I know. But honestly, that initial bedroom in the back was so small, it was easier to just turn it into a pantry. I needed that space more than a spare bedroom anyway." You chuckled, piping the frosting in a elegant pattern over the top of the cake. After writing the letters, you put the cake back in the fridge.
"Oh, Hongjoong and the others are on the way. They rushed out of there while Yunho was locking up the place." Seonghwa said. On cue, you sent Yunho a text to stall him.
"What did you ask him?" Wooyoung asked.
"Said to pick up a few blocks of butter since I'm recipe testing." You chuckled. Of course, the ever kind Yunho agreed to do it.
*DING DONG*
"Must be the others." You went to open the door for them. San engulfed you in a hug, as if you didn't just see him a few hours ago. But you still patted his back to reciprocate.
"Welcome, make yourselves at home." You smiled and went back to the kitchen.
"Woah, it's like a restaurant kitchen in here." Hongjoong said, seeing the size of the kitchen.
"Who needs a dining area?" You raised your eyebrows with a laugh. The boys all greeted each other then tried to help where they could. It was amusing seeing Mingi venture through your house, respectfully of course, and seeing your pantry.
"Wow! It's like a convenience store in here but less packaged snacks and sweets." Mingi said, making everyone laugh.
"With the way we cook, we need more space to keep stuff, which also means two fridges. And frankly, we run out of space quite often." Jongho said.
"Yunho just got the butter, he's on the way. 15 minutes." You informed, reading the text.
"We better get started on decorations." Yeosang took out the small balloons and simple streamers that they bought.
"This is the dressing, if you could help dress the salad. Just shake it up first since the oil separated." Wooyoung handed the salad bowl and dressing container to San.
"Where are the cups?" Mingi asked. You pointed to the cupboard and showed him where all the cutlery, plates and bowls were as well.
"Steak is tented and resting." Seonghwa announced.
"Getting the short ribs out." You said. Seonghwa came over held the big serving bowl for you while you took out pieces of the short rib and poured the sauce over. The meat was so soft, falling off the bone as you used your tongs to put it into the bowl. You tore off a small piece to give Seonghwa and yourself.
"It's perfect." He smiled. You laughed and he brought the serving bowl to put with the rest of the food.
"Yah! Stop stealing! Take some salad if you're that hungry." San whined as Hongjoong took a piece of the steak that he was bringing to the food table.
"Nah, no vegetables for me. Waste of calories." Hongjoong scrunched his nose in disgust.
"Hongjoong, that spiced chicken dish I made the other day for family meal? It's mostly vegetables, you ate all that." You pointed out.
"What? Really?! (y/n), I trusted you!" Hongjoong yelled.
"You trust me to take care of you, I do that by feeding you vegetables and making you healthy." You scoffed. Seonghwa slung his arm around you, laughing at hongjoong.
"Like hiding vegetables in a kid's meal." Seonghwa chuckled. You hummed, you were all used to this. Working in multiple restaurants, parents always requested that you somehow hide vegetables in their children's food.
*DING DONG*
"That's Yunho!" You broke away to go to the door while Wooyoung dimmed the lights.
"Hi, love. Sorry, I'm late. I got your butter!" Yunho held the bag up with a proud grin. You chuckled, he really looked so cute. You reached up to pat his head.
"Thank you for making the detour." You smiled softly. His golden retriever tail must be thumping against the ground happily now.
"Don't mention it. It's no big deal." He leaned down to hug you, nuzzling his cheek against yours.
"Why's it so dark?" Yunho tilted his head as he entered. You shrugged, leaning against the wall as you waited for him to remove his shoes. Being dim, he didn't notice his friends' shoes there.
"What's going o-"
"Surprise! Happy 6 months to the restaurant!" The lights turned on and everyone jumped up. Yunho jumepd slightly at the sound, eyes widening as he realised what was going on. He was speechless, turning to you then to his friends then back to you. You just laughed at his dumbfounded, surprised reaction.
"What?! So this is why you all rushed off?" Yunho went to his friends, pointing a finger at them. Even if he had an accusatory tone, he was smiling the whole time.
"Oh, just thank us for the surprise." Mingi rolled his eyes, going over to hug his best friend.
"Thank you, everyone." Yunho said over Mingi's shoulder.
"I honestly didn't even know that it has been 6 months, time flies so quickly." He continued, patting Mingi's back until he let go. Jongho was quick to put a drink in Yunho's hand.
"Hey, eat first." Seonghwa scolded. Yunho's eyes sparkled as he saw all his favourite dishes lined up.
"It's all my favourites!" Yunho took his phone out to tak a picture of all the dishes.
All the boys queued up to get their food, filling at least two plates each with food before sitting in your living room to eaat together. Wooyoung and Jongho went around, pouring everyone a drink, insisting that everyone must have a little.
"Mhmm, the short ribs are so good. The meat is so tender." San hummed happily as he chewed, already digging in. He cast you a smile, to which you smiled back.
"Yah! We haven't had a toast yet." Hongjoong said. San shrugged, not interested in the alcohol at all.
"Speech, speech!" You and Yeosang giggled as you chanted, trying to put Yunho on the spot. He shot you a glare of betrayal.
"Uhh, you know I'm bad at speeches... Thank you for this surprise and for the past 6 months. We have a good thing going thanks to all of your efforts, so let's continue to do that?" He tilted his head.
"Wow, he's really bad..." Mingi shook his head.
"I'd like to see you try." Yunho hissed. But everyone raised their cups anyway to toast to Yunho, themselves and the restaurant.
"Your ears are red." You chuckled, reaching up to gently rub his burning ears, before taking a sip of your drink.
"There you go, teasing me again." He pouted, leaning over to give you a kiss. You knew this was just Yunho trying to tease you back, plus he was happy with the fact that you've helped him keep the restaurant going for 6 months. He didn't even consider the weight of his actions until Hongjoong and San teased him.
"Get a room!" Jongho yelled. Yunho's face turned bright red, groaning as he buried his face in your chest, his arms holding your waist. You laughed at his embarrassment.
"Hey, you were the one who kissed me." You said as you stroked the back of his head.
"Stop~" He whined.
"Okay, okay. Start eating." You waved everyone off. Ultimately, you had a soft spot for Yunho and would easily give in to help him. You caught Seonghwa laughing at how soft you were for Yunho.
"Shut up, Hwa." You glared. You pulled Yunho's face away from yours and he stared up at you.
"Eat a lot. I made your favourites." You smiled. He nodded and began to eat but still kept one arm around your waist.
"So good." He smiled at you. You watched as Wooyoung and San deliberately put a heaping spoon of salad onto Hongjoong's plate, right on top of the meat that he was eating. Hongjoong yelled at the two, threatening to hit them.
"You have to eat too." You looked down to see Yunho holding his chopsticks out to you. You gave in and ate the piece of meat he had in his chopsticks then ate your own food.
"More drinks!" Jongho went around topping everyone up.
"Hope you're ready for us to crash here, (y/n)." Yeosang laughed. You nodded with a thumbs up.
"I am prepared for that. I'll just leave you guys out here. There's one guest room down the hall, help yourselves to it... If you can make it there." You giggled.
"Yeah, I'm crashing in (y/n)'s room." Wooyoung said.
"No, I am." Seonghwa hit the back of his head. You remembered the last time that happened, you were chased out of your own bed.
"But... I..." Yunho said softly before pursing his lips, about to raise his hand to interject. He wanted to say that he was going to be the one sharing a bed with you tonight but he knew Wooyoung and Seonghwa, especially, claimed that spot in your bed way before he did. He put his hand down with a pout.
"Yah, you two can take the bed in the guest room. Yunho's with me now. There's no space." You spoke up, making Yunho's head whip around to look at you in disbelief.
"Wow... Ultimate betrayal." Seonghwa shook his head. Wooyoung nodded along with Seonghwa.
"Because the last time you guys tried to squeeze on my bed, I had to go to the guest room to bunk with Jongho." You rolled your eyes.
"It's because you don't want to cuddle." Wooyoung pointed out.
"With the two of you, it's more smothering than cuddling." You scoffed as you drank your drink. The other boys just laughed at the way the 3 of you bantered.
"Okay! We're doing shots now!" Hongjoong went around passing out shot cups and topping them up.
"This is not going to end well..." San shook his head but took the shot anyway. Yunho gulped his shot and poured himself another. Jongho grinned mischeviously, refilling Mingi's shot glass while the taller was distracted by his food.
"You didn't drink, Mingi hyung." Jongho said innocently.
"What? You're lying, you just refilled it, didn't you? I swear I drank when Hongjoong hyung gave out the shots." Mingi argued, scratching his head.
"Nah, you're just tipsy." Wooyoung added to Jongho's lie, trying to convince Mingi otherwise.
"Oh... Okay, fine." Mingi took the shot, shaking the empty glass above his head to prove that he had finished everything.
"Don't get too drunk before we have a chance to cut the cake." Seonghwa announced loudly beside you. But you were not fast enough to cover his mouth
"Cake?" Yunho blinked.
"Hwa! You're drunk and being a loud mouth." You hissed but Seonghwa just smiled dreamily at you, cupping your cheeks and leaning forward to give you a big, loud kiss on your forehead. You crinkled your nose uncomfortably and slapped his hands away while Yunho laughed in amusement.
"Yes, there's a celebratory cake too. I baked it early this morning and frosted it just now. It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess not anymore." You told Yunho.
"It's okay, I'm always up for cake. Thank you." Yunho rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs.
"What flavour is it?" Yunho asked.
"It's-"
"Shh, Hwa. Shh." You put a finger to your lips. Seonghwa grinned and leaned his head on your shoulder, taking another sip of his drink. You rolled your eyes, reaching up to pat his head.
But Seonghwa was right, before the boys and yourself got too drunk, you took out the cake and placed it right in the middle of the coffee table.
"Can I know what flavour it is now?" Yunho asked.
"It's a tiramisu cake with salted caramel frosting. Like a caramel macchiato, your favourite drink." You explained. Yunho softened, the alcohol along with the realisation of everything you and the others have done for him making him emotional.
"Are you crying?!" Mingi pointed out in disbelief. Yunho let out a choked sob as he hugged you again, burying his face against your chest as he cried.
"I'm just... grateful... for all of you..." He cried.
"Yun, we're glad to have such a great boss who takes care of us." You said, comforting him.
"Don't cry!" San, obviously already drunk, came over to hug Yunho. Hongjoong, who was also tearing up, joined the hug. It was odd seeing he usually didn't like skinship from the boys.
"You big puppy! You're making all of us emotional." Wooyoung went over with open arms to hug them all.
"They stole my boyfriend so... come here, Hwa." You hugged your best friend, who blinked in confusion but still hugged you tightly.
"I love you~" He giggled.
"I love you too, Hwa hwa." You laughed, patting his back. Once all the hugs were broken, Jongho, who was the only one sturdy enough to cut the cake, sliced it up and gave it out to everyone. Yunho held his plate and insisted on feeding you. After you took the bite, he giggled drunkenly and pressed his forehead against yours.
"I love you. I love this cake!" He laughed. You couldn't help but laugh at how cute tipsy Yunho was. You were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol too. It was the first time Yunho said he loves you.
"Don't cry anymore and eat cake, hmm?" You giggled, reaching out to wipe the stray tears on his cheeks. He nodded obediently and ate the cake with a smile.
"Thank you for doing this..." He said, pulling you close to kiss your temple.
"Nothing to thank me for. I'm glad you enjoyed the surprise." You shook your head with a soft smile. Yunho hugged you again.
"This cake is soooooo good! Best! Cake! Ever!" San yelled, jumping to his feet and pointing to the cake.
"Shh, San. No yelling." Yeosang scolded, making San sit back down. Although Jongho still spoke coherantly, you knew from the glazed look in his eyes that he was nearly gone too.
"Alright, I think it's time to go to bed. We'll all be dealing with hangovers tomorrow." You said.
"Booooo!" The boys jeered at you. Jongho helped you move Yunho to your room first. You stumbled as you picked up the used plates and cutlery, just to leave them in the kitchen. Wooyoung's eyes were half lidded as he laid on your rug.
"That's that..." You draped a blanket over him and moved to help move the others.
"Wait, where's Mingi?" You looked around, realising the other tall giant wasn't there. Yeosang went to the guest room to see the tall boy fast asleep on the bed.
"He's in... the guest room... asleep." Yeosang spoke slowly, leaning against the wall as he yawned.
"(y/n), go to bed. We'll handle it." Jongho said, moving Seonghwa to the couch and putting one of the blankets over him while Yeosang got Hongjoong.
"Okay, goodnight. See you all tomorrow." You smiled. They waved back before you enter your room. Yunho was hugging Yuyu and Yunnie, sleeping with a small frown on his face.
"Yun..." You slipped under the covers.
"(y/n)...?" He lifted his head groggily. He moved Yunnie and Yuyu aside, reaching over to hug you and tucked his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed blissfully, fingers threading through the ends of his hair behind his head. He pressed kisses to your neck, making you shiver slightly.
"Sleep, Yun." You whispered, yawning yourself. He gave a small nod and a hum, falling asleep right away.
"Shh! Wooyoung hyung, San hyung, stop singing!" You chuckled as you heard Jongho scold the drunk boy. Looking down at Yunho, you caressed his cheek with a loving smile.
"I love you too." You whispered, tilting Yunho's head up to give him a peck despite him being asleep.
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For your Pirate AU, what are all the boys favourite food/dishes/treats/fruits/veggies and drinks(alcoholic and non alcoholic)? I don’t think anyone has asked this, but I was curious, for all of them? Sans, Papyrus, Blue, Stretch, Red, Edge, Razz, Cash, Bear and Cinnamon?
Also are people allowed to use your vers of AUs or even your AUs in stories with different twists?? Like say pirate AU(since I already mentioned them), and like doing the dragged from they’re universe of one piece to a total new that’s kinda modern time? Dealing with an MC that’s trying to keep them outta trouble as well as hide they’re secret but also it’s where a true pacifist route happened??
And of course give you credit but can they use your make, vers, variant, au, whatever you wish to call it in this case, in stories and other works?
Yaw! People can use the pirate stuff for whatever honestly. The au is kinda my idea but not really cause I'm just smashin 2 things together lol. I don't mind. Of course, designs are made by @the-skeleton-in-ur-closet so if you end up drawing or using the designs you GOTS to credit them (or I will hunt you down /hj) Also, the dragging the pirate au to a modern Y/N would be so FUCKING FUN. I loooove those tropes saur much.
FAVORITE FOOD AND DRINKS:
Sans: Anything greasy and bready. Bro loves his carbs. Is a big fan of Ketchup too! Favorite drink is a hot mug of cocoa.
Papyrus: SPAGHETTI! And a wide range of pastas. He is also a huge fan of anything tomato. Looooves drinking iced teas, refreshing and sweet!
Blue: Huge fan of sugary and carbonated sodas but hates sparkling water. Blue is also a great enjoyer of greasy foods loaded with meat (like tacos). Likes fruits that are sweet and tropical.
Stretch: A refreshing jug of beer and potato based foods. He also has a deep love for spicy foods, even if he can't handle them well.
Red: MEAT. Bro loves him some bbq, steaks, and grilled goodies. He doesn't really have a favorite drink, but he'll enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning. 2 cubes of sugar and a dash of cream.
Edge: The stronger Edge's morning coffee, the less he will yell at the crew. This man needs his caffeine NEOW. Pasta is his guilty pleasure but he tries to suppress the fact that he wants to eat it constantly. He must set a good example by eating healthy...
Razz: Tea, wine, and cheese. Razz's holy trinity. Will nibble on a block of cheese in the middle of the night (scaring tf out of Bear)
Cash: A lover of alcohol. Every to all, especially the strong ones. He's a little embarrassed about this, but chocolate. Just cause he didn't get much as a kid,,,
Bear: Spicy foods and dairy. Spicy foods cause he can feel a strong kick from the food and it makes him all warm on the inside. He likes his dairy because it is still pretty new to him. (unfortunately, he is mildly lactose intolerant-)
Cinnamon: Desserts of all varieties. He loves him some sweet pastries, and he loves him some fudgy brownies. Cupcakes, muffins, cakes, donuts. Cinnamon got quite the sweet tooth. All of it can be paired with a hot cup of coffee that is 4 times more cream than coffee.
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Little Lady, Big Guns.
here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)
As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim. This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego.
Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him.
“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”
It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.
“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.
“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”
And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor.
A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap.
“Are you..are you okay?”
His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention.
“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”
He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it.
“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.”
I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile.
“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”
I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself.
“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”
The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask.
“Can this even be classified as food?”
I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.
“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”
i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.
“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”
the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.
“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”
His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.
“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”
He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting.
“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”
“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”
A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince.
“Sorry boys, business calls.”
I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.
at the table
“They’re gonna go hard on her.”
“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”
Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice.
#ghostxreader#ghost riley#cod mw22#cod mw2 ghost#cod mwii#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghostbeingcute#ao3fic#ao3 fanfic#fanfic writing#tj watt
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Beef and Veggie Soup
What you’ll need:
1 x ~1.6lb “Beef for Stew” (usually beef chuck/shoulder), cut into bite-sized pieces
1 x 10oz bag of Matchstick Carrots
1 x 14.5oz can of Cut Green Beans
1 x 14.5oz can of Diced New Potatoes
1 x 15.25oz can of Whole Kernal Corn
1 x 15oz can of Whole Spears of Baby Corn on the Cob
1 x 16oz can of Light Red Kidney Beans
1 x 10oz can of Rotel Diced Tomatoes and Green Chilies
2 x 28oz cans of “San Marzano Style” Chopped Tomatoes in Puree
1 x 32oz box of Beef Broth
Montreal Steak Seasoning
Granulated Garlic
Better than Bullion Roasted Beef Base
Better than Bullion Roasted Garlic Base
1 x Soup Pot/Extra Large cooking pot
1 x Colander/Strainer
Instructions:
Open all cans.
Pour all canned goods (EXCEPT tomatoes) into a colander/strainer in the sink and rinse lightly. You’ll probably want to cut the Baby Corn Spears into bite sized pieces. Keep Tomatoes in their cans because we’ll be using the water to add to the broth later.
Season Meat lightly with a sprinkle of Montreal Steak Seasoning and Granulated Garlic.
Sear Meat in an extra large pot over Medium Heat, moving the Meat only occasionally, until all sides of the Meat change color. Do not drain the grease, it will add flavor to the broth.
Add the entire box of Beef Broth and all the Tomatoes (with their water) into the Soup Pot with the Meat to create the soup broth.
Add all Veggies from the Colander into the Soup Pot and stir until mixed.
Add half of the bag of Matchstick Carrots into the Soup Pot and stir until mixed.
Add 2 Tablespoons of Better than Bullion Roasted Beef Base, stir to mix.
Add 2 Tablespoons of Better than Bullion Roasted Garlic Base, stir to mix.
Obligatory “Season/Salt to taste”
Turn heat down to Low (at least just under a simmer) and let heat for 10-20 minutes for flavors to marry.
Enjoy!
Note: Makes a lot, I hope you like leftovers. More cans of veggies can be added depending on preference, or omitted entirely from the original recipe! For more liquid, add beef broth or more tomato cans.
#missy rambles#missydventures in cooking#recipe#recipes#food image#I hope this works for everyone! I had to write as my mom was cooking xD#and she likes to just wing it so it's different every time lkjshdfg#But I wanted to write down the main ingredients that we always use
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hi. here's another blaseball fan trying to get more people into blaseball
to understand what makes these guys insane, you need more context about blaseball. blaseball, just as a website, is a baseball simulator. except people die sometimes. other things happen too, like a player will siphon another player's blood in bloodrain, players get encased by a giant peanut (aka getting shelled), players change teams in feedback weather, etc etc etc.
blaseball fans make the entirety of the blaseball lore. all headcanons are excepted. like, jessica telephone is usually depicted as a girl with telephone features worked into her somehow (like a keypad on her face, giant phone for a bat, etc.), but you can just decide that you think jessica telephone is a lion and that's an official IRM (interdimensional rumor mill, a term used to describe all of these different interpretations). the wiki has irms for some of the players. i say some, because 1) more popular players don't really have an IRM section. players like jessica telephone, jaylen hotdogfingers, and nagomi mcdaniel have widely-accepted irms, so they kinda just get one. older players that aren't super popular but well-known by a specific team will have this as well, like reese clark of the houston spies. but lesser-known players will have multiple. for example, brock forbes has eleven rumors, terrell bradley has two, etc.
teams also write lore about the team itself. for example, the baltimore crabs live in baltimore, maryland, but the original players on the team killed Big Deb (the giant crab goddess that ruled baltimore) and now her carcass is used as the stadium :]
there's 24 teams, and all of them have their own culture and vibe. it can be a lot to try and figure out which team you want to go with. here's a cool hint: even tho the website makes you pick one team, you can join as many teams as you'd like. personally, i am on both the houston spies and baltimore crabs.
the teams: atlantis georgias, baltimore crabs, boston flowers, breckenridge (broken ridge) jazz hands, canada moist talkers, charleston shoe thieves, chicago firefighters, core mechanics, dallas steaks, hades tigers, hawaii fridays, houston spies, kansas city breath mints, los angeli unlimited tacos (the "los angeles" is plural), mexico city wild wings, miami dale, moab hellmouth sunbeams, new york millennials, ohio worms, philidelphia pies (everyone just calls them the philly pies), san francisco lovers, seattle garages, tokyo lift, and yellowstone magic.
so yeah! a lot! some teams you can get a vibe for immediately, but even then there's bits and pieces that aren't as obvious. for example, the tokyo lift is a gym-themed team, but they also have past lives as pirates.
if you want more info on individual teams, the houston spies bit together this slideshow. it's a little outdated, but the general vibes stay the same. for most teams, you can visit different team channels in the maincord, but some teams mostly or only use a sidecord, like the baltimore crabs. the maincord is huge, but you can mute most of the channels. i have every channel besides my team channels and announcements muted.
for finding more info: someone else mentioned the wiki, which is helpful, but hasn't been outdated for the new era (coronation). it's still not fully updated from the expansion era (because the expansion era was hella hectic). most teams will have their lore in their own discord server, since it's not allowed in maincord anymore (because people were being Weird when making lore and there's only so many mods). most if not all teams have links to their servers pinned in one of their channels.
going thru all of those channels and finding links can be A Lot. finding a team can be A Lot. but don't worry! there's no wrong answers and everyone is excited to have new people.
when i was picking teams, i considered these questions:
what size team do i want? i prefer smaller teams, so i went with the spies. some teams are big but don't feel too big, like the crabs (although i have most of the Crabitat channels muted).
do i like lore or stats more? i definitely prioritize lore but i ended up on two stat-heavy teams lol. every team needs a balance, though, so no matter what you want to contribute, you'll be welcomed (even if you don't feel like contributing anything). i definitely have a place within the spies for Making Lore
how much do i care about winning? i do not give a singular fuck, which is how i ended up on the spies.
how competitive of an environment do i want? some teams are much more cutthroat than others and that's important to think about
what aesthetics do i like? this one isn't as big for me personally. im not too attached to the aesthetics of the spies or crabs, and they aren't really aesthetics-driven, either. but some teams, like the lovers and the garages, have very established aesthetics. even if you don't "fit" within the team aesthetic, tho, the team itself can still be a good fit.
i think that's all i have for right now. i mean. its a lot. lol. but i may add more later :3
huh thats kinda cool. collaborative lore. love when people come together to make something<3 even more when that something is kinda fucked up<3
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Nyan Neko Sugar Highschool - Chapter 1
STORY SUMMERY: What if Rakuchan, Koneko-chan, Hitoshi-san, Bokutachi-kun, and all your favorite characters from the hit anime Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls went to... high school?! What if... they were having a School Festival at that highschool? And what if... there was aishiterus and love at steak during that School festival?!!!!!
Read to find out about all the crazy highschool dramas going on at... NYAN~ NEKO SUGAR HIGHSCHOOL! (Highschool AU/ MochiceShipping (Raku x Koneko)/ StockholmShipping (Bokutachi x Hitoshi)
Chspter 1: Neko High School
Authors AN: I used to have a old authers notes 4 chapter 1-2 but for sum reason they got deleted and i forgot wut they were so im writting a new 1 here:
Konichiwa minna-san! 2day Im back with A NOTHER FAFNICTION!!!!!!!! This is about nyan~ Neko suger girls, 1 of my faverite animes. Its a highschool AU story so DONT LIKE DONT READ dont complain in teh coments and stuff if u dont liek it!!!!
Well n e ways… HOPE U ENJOY :D !!!!!!!
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1 day it was a day.
Raku-chan and Koneko-chan, who were just normal neko highschoolers, woke up on that day, and they thought it would just be an ordinary and sugoi day like every day was. But today was NOT a normal day...
...IT WAS DA NEKO SCHOOL FESTIVAL!!!!!!!!!
The Neko School Festival was a festival at Neko High School which was where raku-chan, Koneko-chan and and their tomadachi Hitoshi-San went to school. (translator note: tomdachi means friend)
It was a festival where students did stuff and it happened at school, which was why it was called a school festival.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP" beeped the alarm clock at Raku chans house.
"NYA why r u so loud and annoying u BAKA ALRAM CLOCK!" Rakuchan yeled angerly and she hit the alarm lock until it turned off.
She yawned kawaiily and opened her eyes sleepily and saw the time on the clock:
7:50 am
"N-N-n-N-N_N-N-NANIIIIIIIIII>?!!!!!" Raku-chan said in shock. "I ONLY HAVE 10 MINUTS 2 GET 2 SCHOOL N-N-NYA?!!!!"
Raku-chan ran into da kitchen and put a piece of bread in da toaster. Then she pput on he school unifrom really fastly. It was a sailor uniform with a super short sexy navy blue and pink skirt, a white short sleeved top, a blue and white collar, a pink ribbon, sexy lacy white kneesocks, and pink school loafers. She put on sum kawaii light pink eyeliner and put on mascara and fake sparkly eyelashes and put on a pair of really kawaii wing earrings and a sparkly pink gemstone covered collar with white and pink lace around it and a silver bell in the middle.
Meanwhile, Koneko-chan was waiting outsaide Raku-chan's house (they were nextx door neighbors) and kind of worried bcuz it was already 7:52 and they had 2 go to school by 5 minutes. She wondered if Raku-chan was asleep, or if she had just overslept like she did every year on the first day of school.
Raku chan heard the toaster ding and the bread popped out. She grabbed the bread wit her hands but it was very hot.
"AH! H-h-h-h-hot!!!" The bread bounced around in Raku-chan's hands before she put it in her mouth. She got her kawaii bag and opend the door and went outside.
Koneko-chan was still waiting outside. "Raku-chan! We have to hurry, schol starts in *looks at watch* 5 MINITES!!!!!!" said KOneko-chan.
"Ya I know Nyaaaa desuuuuuu!!!!!!" Raku chan said back.
"Ok lets go!" said Koneko-chan.
Raku-chans super awesome giant sugoi boobs were jiggling up and down as the nekos girls runned to school. Konekos-chans chest wasn't as big but she didn't really care because she was not self conshis.
"Koneko~chan~ aren't you excited for da school festival today???? isn't it SO SUPER SUGOI NYA!?!!!!" said Raku chan.
"Yes, I think it will be super kimochi as well Raku-chan, everyone sure put a lot of effort into making our last school festival at Neko High School extra sugoi," said Konkeo chan.
Suddenly Raku chan was quiet. She was thinking really hard abuot something.
The thing Raku was thinking about was her super giant huge crush on her best tomadachi, Hitoshi San. Calling Hitoshi-san sugoi would be like calling the moon a rock. It was technically true, but the mere word "sugoi" failed so utterly and completely at conveying just how incredible Hitoshi-san was that it made the entire Japanese language seem like a joke.
Raku chan's eyes became misty as she started daydreaming about Hitoshi-san's piercing blood-scarlet eyes, his dark deep ocean blue hair, and his hot steamy shrexy bod. She blushed. Hitoshi-san really was so sugoi desu!
Raku-chan's daydreaming became more serious as she started considering what this school festival meant to her relationship with Hitoshi-san. This was her last chance to confess her feelings to Hitoshi-san!
She started practicing the confession in her head. Romantic music began playing in her imagination as she stood with Hitoshi-san on the school roof, watching the fireworks together. Hitoshi-san... watashi... watashi wa aishiteru anata desu! (translators note: I... I love you desu!)
Hmm... no, that was too straightforward. And also, she really needed to reexamine her imaginary internal music catalog. Stacy's Mom was not romantic enough.
What about, "watashi wa kimochi daisuki Hitoshi-san desu!"? (translatros note: I really like you a lot Hitoshi-san desu!)
No, it was too weak of a statement to properly convey the depths of her feelings. So how was she going to go about the confession?
She needed to hurry up and think about the best way to confess to Hitoshi-san before the festival was over. She might not get another chance after this one!
"Um, are u ok Raku-chan, ur kind of quiet today nya. Did something happen?" asked Koneko-chan.
"O-oh nya desu, n-nothing much nyahahaha!" Raku laughed awkwardly and anime sweatdropped.
"Oh, okay then. Lets go inside, we're already at school after all," said Koneko-chan, pointing at the school gates. "Just in time! We aren't late after all."
"O-ok let's go nya desu!!!" Raku chan said and then they went inside Neko High School.
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RATE & REVEW 4 MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#nyan neko sugar girls#nnsg#raku chan#koneko chan#fanfic#ao3#anime#high school au#neko#school festival#first day of school#bread in mouth#running to school#love confession fantasy#stacy's mom#romance#love#love story#slice of life#hitoshi san#(only in a yume but same thing)#yume means dream in japanese in case u didnt know
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Chains pt. 2
Kicking the door down was like getting smacked in the face. The heat of the blaze punched through the opening, already starting to prickle at Joey's exposed face and hands. It did nothing to stop him from charging in, straight for his best friend.
But his best friend hardly paid him any mind.
"Yugi, what are you doing?!" he hears Tristan cry.
"Yugi, we have to go!!" screams Téa.
"Yugi--"
"i can't leave!!" Yugi shouts. "i. i can't leave without the puzzle. get duke and bakura and ootogi-san out of here, i--"
The puzzle! In pieces! The other Yugi, their other friend. Without hesitating, Joey rushes over to try to rip out the steak that has the puzzle trapped in place by its chain. But even with Tristan's help, it just won't budge. Too hard to get a proper grip, and very quickly getting too hot to hold.
"Are you nuts, Yugi? The fire's spreading, we gotta go!!" Joey urges.
"i won't leave my other me behind!! if i leave the puzzle, i'll never see him again!! i made a promise, i have to see him!!" Yugi jerks his arm away as Tristan tries to tug him from his seat.
"please!!! please, all of you just. let me stay here and finish the puzzle!" Yugi begs, tears streaming down his face. "let me be with him, let me see him one last time..."
Last... He can't mean...?
Joey yanks his friend by the front of his shirt. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'ONE LAST TIME!?'" he demands, not knowing if his eyes are stinging from the heat, his sweat, or tears. "Yugi! Nothing'll come out of you dyin'!" Yugi won't meet his eyes. Not that he's looking away; he's too focused on the puzzle. The one that took him years to put together in the first place. "DON'T BE A MORON!"
But Yugi isn't listening to him. Or any of their other friends. He's too focused on trying to save the other him.
Joey would do anything to save his friends. Why should he take that chance away from Yugi?
Alright, everyone OUT!" he shouts, shooing the others toward the door. "It's too dangerous for you guys to stay here! And there ain't nothin' that'll make Yugi let go of that puzzle."
They're shocked. They hesitate. But they understand. He can see it in Tristan's eyes. That he's just as determined as Yugi.
"Take care of him, Joey," Tristan says, somber. "I want to see both of you come back alive!"
"We will." He's calm. Certain. "Don't worry!" He will do what he has to.
The fire is everywhere, now. It's hard to see that Yugi is even still in the room with him. The very air around them hurts, making just breathing painful. He could fail. They could die. Joey looks at the blurry outline of the person he cares about more than just about anyone in the world, bent over the table on his own rescue mission. And he waits. He'd walk to the edge of the world for him, but like hell he's letting him fall over it. Even if he has to knock him out and drag him away, he will not let Yugi die.
But... is he really willing to sacrifice another person to do it? While they don't know much about the other Yugi, he is his own person. Will he really have to leave him behind, risk losing or damaging the puzzle pieces? Would that kill him? Would he murder a man to save his best friend? Even if Yugi hated him for it? Joey wrestles with these thoughts as the fire blazes hotter still, and Yugi pieces the Millennium Puzzle together at a lightning speed.
Part of the ceiling crashes to the floor.
Time to go!
"Yugi!" Joey charges over, finding Yugi collapsed over the table, an iron grip on the puzzles chain. The puzzle, with the last piece in place. he really did it, didn't he? But there's no time to check, to make sure it's solid, the building is going to come down on top of them. Joey hefts Yugi up on his back, turns to run, and stumbles when Yugi's grip on the chain remains unbroken. "Yugi!? Let go of the puzzle!"
He turns, setting Yugi back down. He goes for his hand, trying to pry his fingers off of the chain. "Move your hand!!" It's burning him. "Let go of the puzzle!!" The air burns, the chain burns, the puzzle burns. Will his hands scar? "YOU'LL DIE IF YOU STAY HERE!!!" His fingers just won't move. Almost as if they can't.
Almost as if the puzzle is holding on, too.
"Yugi...!" Joey yanks at the chain, yanks at the table. He doesn't know if it's bolted to the floor, or if it's just too heavy. Nothing gives. "What do I do...!?"
He could break Yugi's hand.
Smash his fingers loose. Abandon their other friend. Yugi would never forgive him, but at least he'd be alive to hate him. Two out of three surviving would be better than none, right?
"Joey."
He's not sure he actually heard that, the roar of the fire is so loud. Yugi still isn't moving. But he felt that voice. "Yugi!?"
That's right. They're both his friends, and they're both counting on him. And he is not going to let them down!
Joey looks again at the table, seeing the weird game board. With snake heads, and that hand! That outstretched hand, the fingers on it would fit right in the ring on top of the metal steak. "That's it!" He can't pull the steak out, he can't even touch it anymore, but he can use this. He jams one of the fingers into the metal ring, leaving the game board on its side; a perfect makeshift lever. There's so little time left, but he knows. "We are NOT! Gonna! DIE!!" He swings a leg up and stomps down with all his might, ripping the steak out of the wood and launching it across the room. It disappears into the flames.
He doesn't throw Yugi over his back this time. He picks him up gently, holding him close to his chest. If something falls on them, it's going to hit him first. Joey shifts so that the puzzle is carefully tucked between the two of them, so that even if Yugi's grip slackens, it won't fall as he runs.
"...Sorry." He doesn't know if the Yugi in the puzzle can hear him. But he already feels guilty. He was so strongly considering leaving him to die... But Yugi, his best friend Yugi, he wasn't. Yugi would throw himself into danger for a friend, no matter the cost. Even when it got him beat up. Even when he suffered. Even if it killed him.
"...Sorry to both of ya."
He's not sure how long he ran, but eventually they made it. Out into the night, past the burning doors, the rushing firefighters. Into the crowd of onlookers. Straight to his friends.
"JOEY!"
"Is Yugi...!?"
"Don't worry, he's fine. Told ya, didn't I?" Joey's clothes are smoldering. Hes skin stings, even in the cool air. "Look." Look how brave his friend is. "He finished the puzzle while the building was burnin' down around him..." He made sure his friend wouldn't be left to die. "He held onto it the whole time. He wouldn't let go of the chains..."
#ooc#transcript#f2f#((Hello :D))#plot#ddm#((Yes I cribbed a little bit of Jup's writing at the very start but hey it meshes and flows together well I think!))
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old Sanscest fanfiction
Sans gasped, jerking away from the bar counter as his body began to dissipate. Frantically, he looked up to find Grillby and Papyrus faced with the same dilemma. “S…ans?” Was the last thing he heard before everything went totally black. That asshole, he furiously thought. Still went ahead and did it, after all the warnings I gave? Now we’re ALL doomed! …or so he thought. When he came to, he was in what can only be described as a void – total blackness surrounding him on all sides, no sight of where it began or ended. No sight of anything, really. Dazed, he blinked, then held his hands in front of him and saw they were visibly solid. So not a ghost, he thought. So what am I? WHERE am I? After a few moments of pondering this, he chalked it up to his sentience. After all, he was the only one here – no Undyne, no Papyrus, no Asgore in sight. And what was one thing he had that they all didn’t? Sentience. The ability to break the fourth wall. Satisfied, he got up, his bones literally aching from having sat his ass on the void-floor for so long. But right when he was about to start his trek into whatever the hell this mess would turn out to be, he felt something grab his ankle and tug him under the floor – almost as if it were water. Instantly, the world grew brighter, as Sans was spat out in none other than his own living room. “The fuck?” He coughed, feeling like he’d just been waterboarded to the 9th degree. As his eyes focused, he realized that not only was he surrounded by several other monsters, but that they all seemed to be different variations of…him. Two looked to be completely black but in all other ways vastly different, one with protruding tentacles and the other seeming to almost…glitch? A headache began to pound in his ears and he tore his gaze away, the sight too confusing for him, but all he was met with on the other side of the room was the same phenomenon, though these ones slightly more appealing to look at. One looked like a scavenger or bounty hunter of some sort, and the other held a princely aura – well, that, and the literal crown that was on top of his head. Even though they were each so different from the other, they were all doing the same thing: staring straight at Sans like he was a piece of fresh, steamy steak. Sans’ heart began to pound even louder in his ears as something told him this wasn't right. “The hell is going on?!” He barked, scrambling to get to his feet. “Someone’s feisty,” the tentacle-Sans laughed, clearly amused by the skeleton’s distress. “Be quiet, you only just got here a few minutes before him,” the bounty-hunter one snapped, turning to face Sans. “Disregard him, he’s retarded.” He extended a hand, which Sans suspiciously shook. “I’m Ink. This asshole here is Nightmare.” Nightmare nodded, still grinning predatorily. Ink jutted his head in the other two’s direction. “Those guys are Error and Dream. Pretty sure you can figure which is which on your own.” Who he assumed was Error turned his head away, clearly annoyed at the jab at his appearance. If possible, the Dream guy managed to glow even brighter, excitedly rushing forward to shake Sans’ hand as well. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Dream, like he already said. And you are…well, Sans of course!” Sans blushed uncomfortably, fidgeting under the well-meaning earnesty of his “fan.” “Lay off, you’re making him uncomfortable,” Nightmare muttered, yanking Dream away with an extended tentacle. A few awkward seconds passed where Sans wasn’t sure if these guys were going to explain themselves or if he should just start running. Thankfully, Ink broke the silence by clearing his throat. “So. I bet you’re wondering what this – ” He gestured to everyone around him. “ – is all about.” “Since the moment I about stepped in this place, yea,” Sans joked, laughing awkwardly. Everyone stared at him. He felt a silent understanding pass between them as they exchanged looks. “...maybe it would be best if you sat down,” Dream suggested, placing a sympathetic hand on the sleeve of Sans’ hoodie.
“You were all summoned here to….breed me?” Sans questioned, unsure of what the word even meant. Ink nodded sympathetically. “Why can’t we just get out of here? Y’know, escape?” Before he could get up, Nightmare grabbed his arm with a tentacle. “We already tried that,” he chided, letting Sans yank his hand back once he saw the idea was futile. “Everything is locked and shut – some sort of magical seal. We tried breaking it with blunt force, burning it, cutting it – nothing works. And outside the window is just blackness.” “A total void,” Dream chipped in. Sans’ head hurt, if that was even possible. All of this information was just too much. He’d known other universes had existed, he just never expected to — meet them. At least, not like this. Were there other Papyruses? Other Undynes? Other fallen humans, even?! Sans flinched as he felt someone touch his back, only to realize they were trying to comfort him. From the yellow light that emanated from behind him, he could assume Dream was the one rubbing gentle circles into his back. He swallowed. The gesture was actually kind of nice. “Shhh,” he spoke, clearly sympathetic. “It’s okay. I get that this can be a lot. Maybe, um…you’d like to take a nap? That would make all of this a lot easier.” Ugh. “Are you serious?!” Indignant, Sans turned around and eyed the shocked skeleton with fury. “You really think I could nap at a time like this?!” “No, no, no!” Dream exclaimed, stumbling backwards and glancing at his counterparts. “I meant…I just…here, it would be easier to show you rather than explain.” Quickly, he grabbed something out of his pocket (sand?) and blew it straight into Sans’ face. The skeleton flinched, expecting to feel the grains falling uncomfortably into his eye sockets. Instead, he felt a mellow feeling, almost like a warm spritz of water. “W-what?” Suddenly, drowsiness overtook him. The last thing he heard was a guilty “sorry” coming from Dream before he collapsed to the ground.
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He's just getting the dining room table all set up with the finishing touches on a steak dinner he'd insisted on cooking for the two of them, lighting a couple candles in the center of it and getting a couple little gifts arranged off to the side of the kitchen island just behind the table when he hears Alex come in. Logan feels a blush come to his cheeks as he runs a hand through his hair and wanders over. "I wanted to say...happy valentine's day baby." To stifle any more babbling, the blonde wanders over and kisses his fiance deeply, which begins to calm the nerves in his belly.
@ssolessurvivor sent Valentine’s Day shit
Alex had the work day from hell and all he wanted was to come home and plop on top of Logan. Maybe even beg Logan to make dinner because m he was just so damn tired that he didn’t feel like doing anything but Logan had already beat him to it by asking to cook.
He should’ve known, really, with the way Logan is that his fiancé had something up his sleeve. Because this is his better half being who is: the sappiest, most romantic piece of shit ever.
Alex only falls more and more in love with Logan as the days pass.
He’s greeted by Logan and a kiss so deep it evaporates everything that Alex had been feeling. He’d actually gotten Logan a little gift too but that was hidden in his bag. Alex melts into their kiss, pulling Logan in as close as he can. He moans a little, pulling away before anything else is happening because clearly Logan had something planned.
“Feliz día de San Valentín, amor mío.” He says, taking Logan’s hands into his. “What did you do, babe? Fuck, it seems really good in here.” He’s pulling Logan along with him, eyes scanning the room as he finally catches a glance at the table. “Baby….”
#( ssolessurvivor verse: i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover )#ssolessurvivor#( habla alex || answered asks )
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Printful Product Samples Pt1
Hello! o/
Today I bring to you the Printful Product Samples, Part 1, that I previously promised I'd write on my official wordpress blog. I'm basically copying over the exact post because social media being what it is- it's just good to have things on multiple platforms for visibility.
Trust me though, if you're interested in Printful products- this post will not disappoint 😊
Sizing!
At first, when it comes to ordering these products off of an Etsy shop who Partner's with Printful, it might be confusing what size to get because the sizing sheet they automatically provide is a little... well it's not like other sizing guides. Making it a bit of a guessing game.
They want you to grab a piece of clothing you already own, lay it out, measure it, and then half that measurement, use that size in the measuring chart to determine what to order. I don't even fully grasp this way of coming to a conclusive size because none of the numbers I was getting matched anything in the chart despite how straight forward that seems.
I went searching through the internet to find an alternative sizing guide for everything to basically come to the conclusion that whatever you typically wear- go with that. True to size (unisex clothing).
So, in my case, the safe sizes I usually wear are Small up top, and Medium on bottom. That's what I ordered and these sizes worked perfectly for me in Unisex items. When it comes to male/female specific clothes... 🤷🏻♀️. May have to refer to charts again and do some more internet searching.
Some people with Printful as their Partner have figured out the sizing and have made alternative sizing sheets to put in their shop. This is smart and I'll probably look into doing this into the future if I can find out where they've got this information. But until then I have the default sheets and I hope other people can make sense of it where I couldn't. (I do have a neuro disorder so 🤷🏻♀️ I'm just going to conveniently blame it on that, lol)
Quality!
I am so impressed with the quality of these items, that I am in awe. If I were comparing this to RedBubble, it'd be like comparing a 1-ply paper napkin (RedBubble) to a handstitched cloth napkin you typically find when you go out to dinner at a fancy steak house (Printful). The worlds are so far apart, it's crazy. You are most definitely getting what you are paying for and I'm not just saying this because Printful is now my partner.
If I were to buy another jacket with my Octopus designs on it again, I'd 100% go back to Printful for it, getting paid for it or not. In fact I bought all of these out of pocket, I'm not getting anything for this post (sans the items I paid for with my own money).
I did have to color correct most of these images because it's raining outside and the pictures I took downstairs were gloomy and offset by our yellow indoor lighting. And then when I brought the clothing upstairs, my room walls are super red-red and again, offset with yellow lighting. I tried to color-correct to the true-blue that everything truly is.
There are only like, three pictures I didn't touch, and you'll notice them. They're more on the teal side because my phone cannot pick up the true-blue, but the blue is gorgeous. I couldn't get the aquamarine-color in the octopuses arms to show much in these pics, but it is what it is 🫠
This is how they arrived, inside another thick plastic bag. I thought they'd be in a box but at the very least they were sealed in plastic (within more plastic) so they couldn't be penetrated or damaged by rain.
This is my Magus Adventurer Octopus Bomber Jacket - Unisex. Almost all clothing in my shop is going to be Unisex. That's a personal preference of clothing for myself and I feel it's more convenient to post items this way. It's also more equal/fair.
The fabric on this is lightweight, but the stitching is fantastic, as with all of the clothing pieces I got. If you're looking for something to keep you warm, this wouldn't be it, but this is a nice wind breaker and fashion statement.
These photos in particular (are the ones I didn't fix the colors on but the colors are not accurate none-the-less), but they're also very important to show because look at my designs. They're literally printed as the fabric. They're not printed on top of the fabric.
This is very important because that means over time they will not wash away over so many washes, and peel off. Thus extending the life of these pieces of clothing. 💝💙💓
Glowing Galaxy Octopus Legging. Leggings might be one of the few exceptions to my 'unisex' clothing thing, lol. I mean... if you want em, there's nothing holding you back. It just doesn't say 'unisex' in the description anywhere 🤷🏻♀️
I want leggings because, again, this a preference in my clothing style - something I wear often. I feel they're versatile, comfortable, have a long shelf life, and they're worth your money if you invest in them. They're also great if you live somewhere really hot and you don't always feel like wearing shorts (says the person who lives in Cali where it's almost always 80-110 degrees).
Again the quality is above what I expected and the stitching is amazing.
(You can see my TekuTiger Logo here 🥰. Fun fact: I'm trying to fit this into all of my clothing.)
Glowing Galaxy Octopus Wide-leg Pants. These are so baggy and the fabric has weight to it, I love them~ 💙
You can never go wrong with a good pair of baggy pants or PJ bottoms. Something like this is what I lounge around in all day when I'm staying in. I'm an introvert so that happens more often than the average person 😅
I know I've said it already but I cannot get over the quality of this fabric. Maybe I'm just not used to high quality fabric, but I've bought many things from Victoria's Secret, for example (yeah I'm one of those girls) and this even beats out VS.
No more VS for me, it's Printful all the way after this.
(My TekuTiger logo is hidden in the pocket on these pants)
This is the bomber jacket again. You can't see it in any of the pictures I've shown, but my TekuTiger Logo is on the bottom hip cuff on the inside.
I think it's cute how I have the option to add my own logo and it's totally hidden from view. If you ever forget my name or where you've gotten my stuff, you can just find my logo again by looking at the clothing article and search me up online again!
I only bought three things this time, but I would like to get more in the future. Most especially some stickers. I need to design more things too. My mind is going 100-thoughts per second, lol.
I'm just incredibly blown away 🤯. Why don't more people use Printful? Is it just lack of knowledge of their products? 🤔 Because these are amazing.
(Last but not least, My shop link: https://tekutiger.etsy.com)
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Thursday November 2nd
High of 15, scattered showers, sunny, cloudy, windy (64kmh gusts)
Had a breakfast from Paul for breakfast then hit the Cluny at opening! They’ve done some BIG renovations since we were here last, it’s like a whole new museum The new extension is ugly and modern, but they’re using it well. There was a temporary exhibit on in the Roman baths about our use of crystal through the ages which was an interesting thing to focus on! Interesting seeing it pointed out in the contexts of reliquaries, jewelry, game pieces and so many other uses. Neat stuff! Saw lots of great things in the rest of the museum and really appreciated them this time; pottery, jewelry, arms and armour… all great!
There was also a small room showcasing a couple contemporary artists inspired by medieval art which was GREAT!! Especially enjoyed the dance macabre carved onto a large faceted crystal and the recreations of historical paintings and momento mori brushed into smoke residue on the inside of wine glasses!
Grabbed lunch on a whim at a fusion Thai place and had an incredible grilled octopus in curry and sopped it up with a baguette and a glass of cote de rhone. Then church hopping! I should write down the ones I saw so here:
Eglise Saint-Sulpice: Big grand 17th century number with the giant Fountain Saint-Sulpice in front of it.
Église de Saint-Germain-des-Prés: 11th-12th century church with even older monastery. The church interior is fully painted much with towering vaulted ceilings with the blue ground and gold stars… a lot like Saint Chapelle but off the beaten path, quiet and so bright and vivid. Beautiful restoration work and the windows let in so much light!
Saint-Germain-l’Auxerrois: another gothic masterpiece, but so different from the last! This one has all the gothic trappings on the outside with beautiful gargoyles and statues on the facade but inside so much of the medieval has been replaced and painted over… and yet the back of the church is all dark and grungy and medieval! A real opposite to Saint-Germain-des-Pres, but both beautiful.
Eglise de Saint-Eustache: built between 1532 and 1632 this big ole gothic church has a lot in common with Notre Dame from the outside with all its flying buttresses. On the inside its massive and maybe I’ve just seen a lot of churches at this point, but kind of underwhelming? I mean, it was beautiful and had a bunch gothic wallpainting going on, but my phone was dying and maybe I was distracted. Honestly why do none of these French churches have beautiful 14th century frescos and breathtaking altarpieces like the Italians?! There was a Keith Harring altarpiece looking very alone in this church which made me laugh.
Church of Saint-Leu-Saint-Gilles-Parigi: 12th century chapel, gothic but pretty bare inside. Walked in on a group singing hymns and a man solemnly praying to the reliquary in the basement. Weird vibes.
Ended my sightseeing at the Tour Jean-sans-Peur a medieval tower house, an adorable little museum, well worth the 6euro entry fee (and filled with kinda bad recreation clothes and a lot of plaques I couldn’t read).
Stopped back at the hotel to rest my feet a bit, have a glass of wine and plan my next move.
My main goals for tonight were proper French food and fancy cocktail bar. I decided to head in the direction of the Experimental Cocktail Club and find dinner on the way… harder than expected as it was a very hip neighbourhood and not a lot of French food (I think if I lived in Paris for any amount of time, I would spend a lot of time around here)! I did eventually find a place and had an excellent steak frites with a great glass of wine. The side of fries, chips and baguette brought at three different times was much appreciated to soak up the upcoming cocktails. Also, I had forgotten how speedy French service was! I was all used to Italian service being slow and chill but BAM I had my drink almost as soon as I ordered it and BAM while I was texting Craig about how fast my wine came I was interrupted by my steak! Truly mindblowing service speed, I think I was in and out in about 30 minutes including eating time.
Next I was on to the cocktail bar which really lived up to the hype. I sat at the bar right in front of the drink station and got to chat with the bartender. Really cool cocktail menu, I started with a mescal drink with spice infused Pimm’s, green chartreuse, strawberry liqueur, lime and lime bitters. Next a rye sour with yellow chartreuse, lime and cardamom bitters. Bar tender (Bruno!) wrote me out a list of bars to try when I’m back in Paris and talked me through each one, really sweet! I was back in the hotel by 9, but so tired that some time to decompress and write while LAYING DOWN is much appreciated. I’ve still got some wine to finished off here anyway.
Lol my train to Chaumont tomorrow was just canceled. It’s a bit too late in the night to really do anything about it. All trains to the town were canceled, so at the very least we’re all in the same boat. Will wait to hear from the residency in the morning.
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♡Ai wo Komete BIG LOVE Sandwich♡ Matsumoto Wakana (23.09.06)
Good evening！I'm Matsumoto Wakana 🙉
Thank you very much for your comments😊
Tower Records Café Collaboration Menu has been unveiled！！
The menu produced by Angerme is、
『♡Ai wo Komete BIG LOVE Sandwich♡』
『Ai Subeki beki Colourful Drink★』
This time、for this menu、Kawamura-san and myself Matsumoto、were in charge of creating it！🙇♀️
The 『♡Ai wo Komete BIG LOVE Sandwich♡』、uses my beloved bread、which is surrounded by heart shaped omelettes and heart shaped mini hotdog sausages、and everyone's favourite karaage、so it's a plate filled with love！🥰
Mashed potato & Hamburg steak & lettuce
Ham & cheese & tomato & lettuce
You can enjoy both of these flavours！🥪
The 『Ai Subeki beki Colourful Drink★』、is a cider drink with Kawamura-san's favourite yuzu puree、and lots of glittery colourful jelly pieces！✨
There's also a winged heart wafer、which is a key point😘🪽
Please、order some food and drink、and fully experience our Collab café🤗
(T/N News and information has not been translated)
I'll end today's blog here (๑･̑◡･̑๑)
Today、I talked with Kero and Shionnu while we were commutingー！
I love spending time talking with those 2 girls😁
It's like a sugar rush！
See ya！
Matsumoto Wakana
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1719
Do you still read the newspaper or have an online newspaper subscription?
I have to check the news everyday for work purposes. That's multiple websites of newspapers, their social media accounts, and online magazines.
What's your favourite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!)
Chicken. I only like pork as pork belly tbh, and steak for me is always a hit or miss.
Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting?
Maybe once or twice; it doesn't happen often. I've been mistaken more frequently as someone's companion. Like people will think they're talking to their friend when it's me.
What's the coolest or most memorable animal you've ever seen at a zoo?
The Philippine eagle, but I don't really get *amazed* per se when I see 'cool' animals at zoos. I just feel bad.
Do you share a bedroom with anybody?
No. My sister and I tried to share a room once, but it lasted for all of a week because she hated sharing a room with anyone lol. The room also felt super cramped so we quickly decided it wasn't going to work.
What colour are the public buses where you live?
We have these white mini-buses that'll pass by here every now and then, and they're white. The bigger buses that traverse Edsa are white and yellow if I'm not mistaken.
How often do you pay your utilities bills?
I'm not assigned to any bills in particular, but I transfer to my parents' accounts twice a month. I let them decide how to allot the money.
What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don't know, just make a rough guess.
I would guess The Sims 2; that or GTA San Andreas.
Do you own a two-piece bikini?
I only own bikinis; I hate how one-pieces feel.
Is there anybody else in the room you're in right now?
Nopes.
What have you got within reaching distance of you right now?
My phone, my McDonald's orders, pillows, chargers, blanket, work chair, vape.
What have you been craving lately, food-wise? Anything non-food?
McDonald's. I overordered last night because I was hungry so I got all my favorites lmao - a triple cheeseburger, large fries, and nuggets.
Is your short-term or long-term memory worse?
My short-term memory is horrible; it comes as a disadvantage especially at work and I wouldn't blame my co-workers if they label me as forgetful.
Do you do anything in particular to help you fall asleep?
I need to have videos on with the volume at the lowest setting. To avoid draining my battery I have a timer set so that when it runs out my phone will automatically turn the video off.
What was the weather like today?
Too early to tell; it's only 7:20 AM. Right now the sun is out but I also wouldn't be surprised if it suddenly rains super aggressively later on in the day as that pattern has been happening lately.
Who will you see within the next week?
My dentist, and I am guessing Angela, Hans, and Reena. We've been dying to go to the karaoke these days and I think we'll finally get to next Monday as it will be a public holiday.
Do you have any guilty pleasure music? Anything you're willing to admit in this survey answer?
Idk if there's any? I don't feel guilty about anyone whose songs I like.
What was the last movie you watched that was over two hours long?
It's been so long since I watched a long movie. It was probably either Titanic or Gone with the Wind.
Speaking of which, what's the longest you think a movie should be? I personally think most movies are too long.
It depends on the plot and execution, so I'm not very nitpicky when it comes to this. If a movie needs to be 7 hours long to get its message and art across then so be it.
Do you know anyone who is a medical nurse or doctor?
Yes so many people. I'm Asian (aka kids are pressured to be doctors) and Filipino (aka a heavyweight in nursing), so it checks out hah.
Have you ever worked night shifts? If so, did you like it?
I have not. I once scored a job interview that would have been a night shift if I got the gig, but at the last minute I decided I didn't want to be in it so I didn't push through with the interview.
Are you good at fixing computer problems?
I'd say just basic ones but I'll struggle with even those sometimes, so for the most part no. I leave the troubleshooting to my sister.
Do you tend to make decisions by following your heart or your head?
Head.
What's the population of your current city/town?
A little below one million.
Do your parents live in their hometown(s)?
Nope.
What are you wearing today?
My favorite purple pajamas.
Are you one to accessorise a lot?
Not at all.
What language other than English do you know the most words of?
Filipino.
When was the last time you ate? Did you eat something nice?
I'm taking a few bites out of my cheeseburger every now and then this morning. Like I said, I overordered McDonald's last night because I was hungry LOL so most of the shit I got is still here with me today. The only thing I finished last night was the fries and that's because there's no way you can save fries that have gone cold.
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Yay Getted Bamboo Yumigeta Ako (23.07.05)
Lalala Good evening
Yumigeta Ako 🛑
I read yesterday's comments〜！
I guess most of you prefer it by itself…
I've also only made Hamburg steak alone〜
I feel like lots of people have made Hamburg steak but getting the meat cooked perfectly？！is surprisingly hard right 笑lol
Which is why I cooked mine in the oven instead of the grill〜🥓🥩🍗🍖
Well then
This is today's main topic👇👇👇👇
Ready for Tanabata〜✨
I think this every year but is it 竹？笹？Which way of saying bamboo？
I think it might be 笹……？
I think 竹 generally refers to the actual stems！
So、I think this whole plant is 笹！
笹 feels kinda nostalgic…❣️
When I was in kindergarten and elementary school pretty much every day I would go to the river in our school garden and float boats made of bamboo leaves with my friends〜
I feel like most people have done this at least once？！It's simple yet fun！
I often made bamboo whistles too！
We used them while playing tag to call time outs、
And me and my friends used them to send messages
Like 『Meet at the flower beds when I blow it twice！』〜笑lol
Although it often got lost in the other surrounding sounds 🤣
Haa〜 I really have so many fun memories！
I'd love to go back to kindergarten for just one good day〜！
But I guess as I'm getting older
Soon I'll start saying 『I wish I could go back to being a student〜』…
That makes me sad ( iωi )
So for now I want to try and challenge all the things I can！
I'll keep working hard〜❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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Today's 【Gettaa Life】！
Today I changed out my rug〜！
The forest…？feeling is cute〜💕💕💕
Anzu-chan posed for the photo too……！
Today I'll talk about the colour of my rug！
Green、makes you feel calm〜！
So although green generally has an image of being relaxing、
I now have a 『Quiz！』 for you
『What else is represented by the colour green』！
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
The correct answer is
『Bitterness』
Huh？Were your surprised？
But please think about it、
Imagine being surrounded by green、or being in the middle of a forest……
Doesn't the forest smell similar to the scent of bitter vegetables？
That's why green also represents Bitterness！
I Getted 『Colour Knowledge』！
An interesting story that changes the opinion I've had on colours up until now〜
Art is so interesting！！！
I want to know more about other colours too〜🧚🏻♀️
That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！
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An Announcement！
★Fan Club Member Limited Event★「Morning Musume。'23 New Member First FC Event～17ki Inoue Haruka ・Yumigeta Ako～」 will be held！
During this event、we'll have a self introduction time where Haga Akane-san will help us to show our true selves and the 2 of us will do a mini live too！
17ki will do our best together、so please come and see us〜✨️✨️✨️
A book I often read before bed
Is Shinkai Makoto's
『5 Centimetres per Second』！
It's such a wonderful piece of writing I could read it forever…
Everyone please give it a try too✨
Well then see you tomorrow！
This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night〜🐈🐈
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