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alastor-simp · 2 months

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Bon Appétit! - Alastor x Fem Chef Reader

❥Summary- You were a very popular chef when you were alive, talented in making any dish in any cuisine. You sadly died from unknown causes and ended up in Hell instead of Heaven. You happen to find the Hazbin Hotel and applied for a job there as a cook. Everyone loved your cooking, including a certain red haired demon.

❥Tags: female reader, fluff, chef reader, friends to potential lovers, alastor is bad with feelings, slight romance, hazbin hotel gang, reader is an amazing cook, alastor is a foodie

❥Notes: I had this story idea brewing in my head for a whole week and I needed to type it out. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

"Hum hum hum hum~♫" Your head was bopping to the catchy jazz radiating from the radio. Your hands were placed against a metal bowl, one holding it and the other mixing it. Your name was Y/N, and you were the chef/cook at the Hazbin Hotel. During the time when you were alive, your dishes were very popular. You weren't extremely well known across the world, but everyone in your town knew about you and craved what you created. Your family owned a small restaurant, that was opened to all the locals. It was a bit difficult in the beginning since you were self taught, but as you got older, your skills improved. Over time, you expanded to other cuisines, ranging from American, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, and European.

How you ended up in Hell was still mind-boggling. You remember closing up the restaurant, and heading back to your apartment, only to see a large bright light and then pure darkness. You woke up after that in a very strange area, the sky was a pure blood red and the people around you seemed almost fictional. A large sign that said "Welcome to Hell" was a clear enough answer to where you were. Well there was no way for you to go back to the living world, so you had to just deal with it. Finding a job wasn't very easy especially since many of the places you saw, had very grotesque dishes, and you weren't skill with cooking eyeballs and beating hearts. You stopped at a wall covered with different flyers, some for killing services and job offers. The one that caught your eye was the very colorful one, decorated with stickers and glitter. "Hazbin Hotel huh?" That seemed like a good place to start, especially since hotels had guests and needed someone to provide meals. Smiling, you grabbed the flyer and began making your way to your destination.

Having arrived at the hotel, you were greeted by the owner, "Charlie Morningstar." She was ecstatic that you wanted to come and help at the hotel, giving you a crushing bear hug. She did ask about your skills and was very surprised when you said you were skilled in cooking. Dragging you inside, she allowed you to introduce yourself to the others. They were quite an odd bunch when you first saw them, but they seemed friendly. The demon holding Charlies hand was Vaggie. She seemed like a tough cookie, given how intense she was looking at you. Two other demons were sitting at the bar, chatting away. One appeared to be a spider like demon and the other was like a cat. The spider, who Charlie said was Angel Dust, gave you a flirtatious wink along with a hand shake, while the cat demon, Husk, just gave you a small wave. A small clattering of feet came from behind you, causing you to turn. You saw no one there, but then you felt something on top of your shoulder. Turning, you were face to face with a mini female demon with a large eye. She was gazing at you, wearing a huge smile, before she jumped off and ran back to where she came from. Charlie told you that was Niffty as she then introduced you to another patron of the hotel. He was a large black snack with pink eyes, wearing a grey suit and top hat. His face seemed nervous, but he had a kind expression. He gave a slight bow, while shaking your hand, telling you his name was "Sir Pentious"

Charlie kept looking around, wearing a confused expression. "Hey Vaggie, have you seen Alastor?" Vaggie responded with her head shaking no. A large black circle soon appeared next to Charlie, then began to form into a person. The darkness soon faded away from the person to reveal themselves. The demon was dressed in a striped red suit, that went well with his monocle and bow tie. His bob hair cut was a crimson red, and were those antlers on his head. His fangs seemed very sharp, given how well you could see them through his wide tooth smile. "Here I am, Charlie my dear!" His voice was etched with static, reminding you of the old radio you had at your restaurant. "AH! Alastor! Just in time! I wanted to introduce you to Y/N. She is looking to work as a cook here." She push you closer to him, making you stand a few feet from each other. "Hello, nice to meet you." Giving a kind smile, you extended your hand out for a shake. The smile on his face widen, as he bent down, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it. "Charmed!" His gesture gave you small tingles throughout your body. He then removed your hand and stood back to his full height. "So you are talented in the kitchen I presume?" Smiling more, you nodded your head. "Yes! I am self taught and I started working in my family restaurant at a young age."

Charlie then butted into the conversation, eyes sparkling. "Wow that's so amazing. What kind of food did you serve?" You twirled your hair with your finger. "Well it was the classic family restaurant, so club sandwiches, mac and cheese, homemade pies, the whole lot. But, I wanted to expand my skills, so I explored other cuisines to try and master." Angel Dust had gotten closer and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder, looking excited. "You any good with making Italian dishes toots?" Hehe it was cute how excited he was. You went over the list of all the cuisines you knew how to make, causing everyone's eyes to widen and mouths to drop, except Alastors, as he was still wearing a smile, but his eyes did expand a bit after listening to you. In a flash, you were pushed into the kitchen by everyone, faces adorned with wide smiles, waiting to see what you would make.

That felt like so long ago, as after amazing everyone's taste buds with your cooking, you were hired immediately on the spot. Realizing you were getting distracted from your thoughts of the past, you went back to cooking. Today you were making blueberry muffin cookies for everyone to enjoy.

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(Love making these⬆️)

The batter was all set, and what you needed next was the blueberries. Heading to the fridge, you opened the wide door, looking for the small container. "Ahh found you." Finding the small container, you grabbed it, moving back to allow the fridge door to close. "Salutations, my dear!" a static voice spoke next to you, causing you to scream, as the container from your hand dropped to the ground, causing all the blueberries to spill out. "Al! Don't do that!" your response earned a laugh from Alastor. "HAHA! Apologies, my dear! Didn't mean to give you such a fright." He batted his eyes at you, trying to appear innocent, but you knew he was joking. "Yeah sure you didn't. Great now I'm out of blueberries since someone made me dropped them." Your legs bent down to the ground, grabbing the blueberries. Standing back up, you marched over to the trash bin and threw them away. A loud *SNAP* came from behind you, causing you to turn around. On the counter was a mini basket, containing fresh blueberries. "Oh thank you." Looking back at Alastor, you gave a thankful smile. "Your welcome, my dear! May I ask what type of concoction you are preparing?" He bent down, leaning against the counter, with his hands under his chin. Grabbing a few handfuls of blueberries, you went to the sink to give them a quick rinse, before coming back after patting them dry with a napkin. "Oh I'm making muffin cookies. Was craving something sweet so I decided to make a bunch for everyone. I'll save you a couple." You smiled up at Alastor, as you tossed the blueberries in the batter, and began to fold them in. Alastor grimaced slightly at that, and just wave his hand at you. "No need, my dear! I don't particularly care for sweets!" You nearly dropped your spatula at that. He didn't like sweets things?! You had made other baked goods and desserts in the past since you been here and you had assumed everyone had gave them a try and loved them, so it was a bit of a surprise when Alastor told you that he didn't like sweets. "How come?" Tilting your head at him, you waited for his response. Alastor raised his head, giving it some thought, before he looked back at you "Just don't like overly sweet things. I have a very limited palate, so I prefer to stick with that." His smile widen at you, sharpening at bit as he seemed to be thinking of something gruesome.

You continued to prepare the cookies, scooping them and placing them on a baking tray. A sudden thought came in your head, and you turned back to Al. "What sort of foods did you used to enjoy when you were alive?" Alastor raised an eyebrow at that. "My, a curious one aren't you? Well I grew up in the roaring 1920s in New Orleans, Louisiana. Oh, how I miss the sights and the bayous. I preferred venison and other meats, but I did indulge on other culinary dishes from time to time. Gumbo, Jambalaya, Po boys, oh my!" Alastor seemed almost in a trance, as he kept talking about his past. It was nice to see him so happy and excited, when discussing the time he was alive. "It sounds like you really enjoyed it." Alastor looked back at you, eyes holding a certain tender look. "Yes indeedy!" Your eyes remained locked on each other, until Alastors eyes glanced to the clock on the wall.

"Oh! Seems its time for my broadcast! Ta-ta, my dear!" Alastor gave his microphone stand a twirl, before disappearing into the shadows.Once he left, you couldn't stop thinking about what he told you, about his past life. The joyful look on his face kept replaying in your mind, when he was discussing the delicacies he enjoyed. "I want to see more of that expression" you thought. You continued to brainstorm, as you waited patiently for the cookies to be finished.

**Evening- Alastors POV**

"Ah! What a pleasant stroll that was!" Alastor had arrived back to the hotel, after just finishing his evening walk. He arrived back quite late, since the other denizens were not parading through the hotel lobby and lounge. Placing his hands behind his back, he headed in the direction that would lead him to his quarters. A pleasant smell was wafting through the air, stopping Al in his tracks. "My what a enticing aroma!" Alastor leaned his head back, taking in the amazing smell. His feet began making his way, searching for where the aroma was coming from. He had arrived in front of the kitchen doors, which were slightly opened and the lights still turned on. Peeking his head through the crack, he was surprised to see you in the kitchen still. Your air was tied up in a bun, while you were adorning kitchen apron. One of your hands was busy, stirring inside a large pot, while the other was adding in some seasonings. Alastor gave a small knock at the door, letting his presence be known. "Still cooking, my dear? It is way past your bedtime!" Turning your head, you flashed a large smile at Al. "Oh! You're here! Come sit, its almost ready!" Your crooked your finger at Al, telling him to come closer and take a seat near the kitchen table. Alastor cocked his head at you, still confused on what was going on. He soon took a seat, placing his hands on his lap. "Wanted to surprise you." He heard you say, as he watched you grab a bowl, pouring the concoction from the pot to the bowl. You saw you walk closer to him, placing the bowl down in front of him. Alastor's eyes widen at the site, before turning to look at you. "My dear, what is this by chance?" Smiling, you took a seat on the other side of the table. "Its seafood gumbo!

(Bowl in front of Alastor)

Alastor continued to gaze at you in shock, then back to the bowl , then back to you. "Did you stay up just to make this for me?" He saw your face flushed as you rubbed your neck. "I did yes! You appeared very happy when you told me what you liked to eat when you were alive, so I thought I would surprise you by making a Creole dish." Alastor continued to stare at you, his eyes going soft from how sweet the gesture was. The smell of the prawns and cajun spice was making his mouth water. "This is my first time making this, so I hope you like it." Alastor nearly jumped when he heard that. "My dear, you never cooked Cajun food before?" You shook your head no at him. "I always knew about Cajun cuisine, just never got to it. Now come on, hurry before it gets cold!" You gestured for him to start eating as you placed your hands under your chin, copying him. The smile on his face grew, as he looked back at the bowl in front of him.

**Your POV**

You were sweating like crazy. This was the first time you ever made gumbo, and now you were scared that you messed up. Last thing you wanted was Al to try it, then recoil in disgust. Your eyes watched him lift the spoon of the broth and place it in his mouth. His expression was unreadable, making you all the more nervous. As he took the spoon out from his mouth, you saw the gentle smile on his face. "Superb." He took another spoonful of the broth, placing it back in his mouth, letting out a pleasant mmm. Phew! you were glad he loved it. You continued to watch him eat, before getting up from the table and walking towards the oven. Alastor didn't even notice you leave, as he was too immersed in the dish in front of him. The savory taste of the broth and spice that kept flooding in was so nostalgic to him. Soon there was nothing left, and Alastor leaned back against the chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Absolutely amazing, my dear! Thank you." Alastor motioned his head to look at you, as he saw you removing something from the oven. "Your welcome! Hope you have some room for dessert?" Alastor gave a small grimace. "My dear, I told you before, I am not one for sweets!" Giggling, you placed what you had made on a bowl, before sprinkling some powder on them. "Are you sure? Something tells me these might change your mind."

Carrying a plate in front of you, you placed it on the table. Alastor eyes once again widen at the sight. In front of him was a plate filled with freshly made beignets, piping hot and covered in powdered sugar.

"Go on, try one." You stepped back and made your way back over to the chair. Alastor seemed a bit hesitant to try them, the feelings of his past and his dislike for sweets were battling with each other. Moving his hand slowly, he grabbed one of them from the plate, hovering it next to his mouth. Finally he took a bite. Alastors eyes enlarged again, as he took another huge bite of the beignet, before grabbing another one. Soon there were no more left on the plate, only crumbs remaining. "Ahhhhhh~. Delicious!" Alastor wore a peaceful expression on his face, as he leaned back against the chair. He then heard you break into fits of laughter. "What is funny, my dear?" He eyed you curiously, as you kept laughing hysterically. "Ahahahahaha! You...you have powder all over your face!" Your finger was pointed up at him, as you were trying to calm down from laughing so hard. Alastor jumped a bit, before rubbing his mouth with his finger, seeing a trace of white on it. "Here, I'll give you a napkin." Getting up, you went to grab him a napkin for coming back to him. "Thank you!", Smiling, he grabbed it and began to clean his face.

Once he was finished, he looked back at you. His eyes held so much emotion, as he continued to gaze at you. He got up slowly from the chair, standing up to his full height, as he pointed his head down towards you. Raising a hand, he placed it on your cheek. "Thank you again, my dear. But, why did you go through all this trouble to make this for me?" Raising one of your hands up, you placed it against the hand that was on your cheek. "I wanted to see that expression of yours again. You seemed such in high spirits when you talked to me about your past, so I wanted to make you something." Alastor chuckled down at you, finding your reasoning simply adorable. "You reminded me of something my dear mother use to tell me "A way to a mans heart is through his stomach."" Your whole face flushed at that, painting your cheeks a deep red. Alastor slowly inched closer to you, bending his head down closer. His lips had landed on your cheek, giving it a soft peck, before he pulled back slowly to gaze at you. "Thank you again, y/n." His body began to morph into blackness as he became one with his shadow, and then disappeared from you, leaving you a blushing mess.

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shibaraki · 8 months

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PUT MY LIPS TO SOMETHING ┊ MIYA OSAMU

synopsis: after a string of terrible dates taking a break sounded ideal. then Miya Osamu happens, and you find yourself back at square one. foolish, hoping, and hungry.

tags: GN reader, post timeskip, (blind) first date, reader is a foodie (and has a big appetite), implied bad past experiences (ppl mean about said apetite), insecurities (not about weight), strangers to lovers, sharing food + feeding each other, flirting, romantic + sexual tension, first kisses, *slaps roof of kitchen* you can fit so much Love into this thing!!!!!!!

wc: 5K

The evening laid bare in strokes of colour. The air is tepid. People part around your inert figure as you stand to the side and watch, shifting awkwardly between each foot. You were ten minutes early. And it seemed so was your date.

You exhale, palm laid over your rapidly beating heart. You’re not sure what your expectations were after agreeing to let Saeko set you up on this blind date but Miya Osamu exceeded. A beautiful stranger. Tall, broad shouldered with dark hair and hooded eyes. The dress shirt he’s wearing is close to a second skin, drawn tight around his back and clinging just slightly to his soft middle, shirtsleeves rolled to the crook of his arms.

On a whole you trusted her judgment. Apparently he owned the small restaurant she and her colleagues frequent for their lunch hour. She promised that he was handsome, which was plain to see, and effused repeatedly that the two of you would work well together. Nevertheless you can’t help feeling cautious.

Dating has been… tricky at best. A game to some, a way to keep score. The search for validation. A means to an end. A fleeting cure to boredom. You don’t think you’re particularly bad at meeting new people, but it can’t be ignored that you don’t have much to show for it thus far.

You’re aware enough to discern the root cause. You loved food—that’s the long and short of it. You savoured meals to the very last crumb, seeking out the various flavours on your tongue to really get to the heart of the dish. Because that’s what food did: it loved back.

Dates often treated you like a different creature entirely upon witnessing your appetite. Poorly veiled embarrassment, or concern, or disdain as you sat across from one another and ate. Different in a lesser way, in a distasteful way, as though they were sampling fine wine for the flavour and you were just drinking for the sake of getting drunk, when it was quite the reverse.

Anyone would think you behaved like an animal. Your table manners were fine. You treated the staff with respect. You made conversation and asked questions, even when they made no effort themselves, and tried to make the best of the evening.

With every failed attempt at making a connection you were beginning to grow lonely. The presence of your loved ones and their families, their partners and their children, never truly filled that cavernous ache in your chest. Poured in like morning sun with hopes to warm you from the inside out, perhaps, only all that ever did was make the hole more obvious to you.

Taking a break from the scene sounded ideal. Then Miya Osamu happened to see a photo of you over Saeko’s shoulder, expressed his interest, and you found yourself back at square one. Foolish, hoping, and hungry.

There’s phantom heat around your fingers. The gentle squeeze of Saeko’s hands as she sent you off. “This one will be different,” she told you. With her words echoing in your thoughts, you pat down either side of your hips, ironing out the creases, and start toward him.

Osamu is leaning against the outer wall now, scrolling on his phone. A warm musk fills your senses as the distance shortens. Smooth notes of oakmoss and vanilla. He must notice your approach in his periphery, because he straightens up and steps forward, turning to face you with an apprehensive smile. The attraction between you becomes tangible before either of you speak a word.

"Hi," you smile back, oddly at ease to see that he is equally nervous. "Miya, right? I think I'm here to meet you".

The tension slips from his posture and from yours in turn. His smile grows and deepens the crinkles by his eyes as his gaze sweeps over you. Dawn casts the street in a peachy tint and it dapples across his cheeks in a faux blush. "Sure hope so," he says. "Call me Osamu. Ya look beautiful, by the way".

Something rouses in your chest. You're warm now. His accent is unfairly charming, like the rest of him. "Thank you," you reply, lingering on the delicate silver chain around his wrist, and how the folded fabric of his sleeve strains around his forearm. "So do you".

"Beautiful?" Osamu echoes, brow arched with the teasing lilt in his voice.

You hum, drawn to the natural heat emitting from his body. "S'what I said, isn't it?"

"So you did," he murmurs, the low timbre settling over you like silk. When your eyes meet he rocks back on his heels, clearing his throat and gesturing to the restaurant he picked for tonight. "I made a reservation for us. Wanna head in?"

"I'd love to".

As if entering another world, the noise lowers into a pleasant din. You step through the tall latticed doors into what appears to be a bistro-style restaurant. All autumn pigments and harmony. Family owned, from what you recall after searching it up last night. The main dining area has a romantic ambience to it, balmy toned lanterns centred on each table and an open kitchen where the chef is lovingly making a yakisoba dish.

"Tanaka mentioned yer a bit of a foodie," you blink from your appreciative stupor and glance at Osamu. "Apparently they serve really good European food here so," he rubs at the back of his neck, a little pink and unsure, his shoulder jerking in a loose shrug. "Thought'cha might like it".

Your heartbeat floods your ears. "I really like it," you say, hushed, flustered at his thoughtfulness. Before he's able to respond a host has approached, young and dressed in a well pressed black vest, not a thread out of place. He bends into a perfect bow.

“It is a pleasure to welcome you this evening. Will it be a table for two?”

Osamu sidles closer. There's presence at your lower back, his hand lingering, and you decide to lean into it. “There should be a reservation for two under the name Miya,” he nods. The host brightens.

“Of course! Right this way".

The host takes off toward the rear dining area, hidden from view. Osamu encourages you forward and as you walk together he leans to whisper in your ear, "We haven't seen the best part yet".

You immediately understand what he's referring to as you're led through a pair of golden drapes and into a conservatory space that looks out on a lustrous bamboo grove and a small koi pond. Your table is right by the stretch of windows, offering a lovely view. It steals the breath straight from your lungs, “Osamu…”

Once seated the host returns to offer you a pair of damp towels on a tray. Osamu orders a drink while he wipes his hands, and then you do the same. You sink into the cushioned back of your chair. A shoe brushes your ankle and retreats to settle alongside it, just a couple of inches. The centrepiece gently breathes to life, illuminating the table.

Anticipation trickles back in as Osamu voices his gratitude and you realise you’ll need to order in front of him. His focus turns to you as the host departs, discerning your expression. “D’ya wanna order a starter first?” he asks, sliding a menu to you.

The menu is thick and glossy. You make a commiserate sound, thumb plucking at the corner of the card. “Everything sounds really good. I’ve never had carottes ra—âpées,” you murmur, skimming excitedly over the dishes and listing off the things that catch your eye.

A low chuckle interrupts your train of thought. Rather than underlying irritation, you’re met with amusement and curiosity. “Really do like yer food, huh?”

Heat floods your body, and you resist the urge to grimace. “Sorry, I can get carried away. Is there anything you want to try?”

“Thinking of getting grilled octopus and canola to start and the sea bream for main,” he recites, studying you in the low light. Muffled are the far off sounds of meat popping on the hot stove-top and you can smell a sweet, coconut-like aroma. “Don’t need to be embarrassed y’know. I’m a food lover too”.

You perk up noticeably in your seat and Osamu’s expression near melts into sheepishness. “You run a restaurant, right? Saeko mentioned”.

“Ah, yeah. Onigiri Miya. Nothin’ as grand as this,” he gestures to the surroundings offhandedly. Your eyes linger on the flex of his throat as he swallows, pride bleeding into his voice. “Won a Food Made Good award though, just last month”.

“No kidding. Congrats Osamu, that’s amazing,” you grin, instinctively leaning into his magnetism and resting your hands on the table surface. Osamu seems to mirror your movement without meaning to. “Have you always wanted to run a restaurant?”

“Never really thought about it. Up to the end of my second year I assumed I’d fall into somethin’,” he admits. “I sorta hit the ground running after graduating. My brother too—”

“Excuse the interruption. I have your drinks,” interjects a new timid voice. The server shuffles forward to set the glasses between you on the table and then fumbles for her notepad, clicking the cap down. “Are you both ready to order?”

Osamu recovers and recites his choice for starter and main, and you do so afterwards without second thought. It’s nice, being at ease. Sitting opposite Osamu feels natural. The glass is cold against your palm, ice cubes clinking softly as you bring it up your lips and drink. You nudged the conversation forward before it could wilt. “You were saying, about your brother?”

“Atsumu. He’s my twin brother,” Osamu begins with a small smile, poorly hidden behind the rim of his glass. He sets it down, watching the amber liquid ripple. “Played volleyball since we were kids, but he always loved it a little more than I did. So while I racked up every business permit and licence I could get and he dove first into division one”.

“You both sound pretty brave, in your own right”.

“Thanks,” Osamu grinned and you got the impression that you very much said the right thing. “Brave is a new one. We’re used to bein’ called reckless idiots”.

“Tomayto tomahto,” you tease, lifting an arm and crossing your fingers together. After another sip, “Gotta be a little bit of both, right?”

“You’re right about that,” he conceded. Mouth thinning as if to rein in his smile, he reached up to needlessly fix his hair. “How about yerself, what do you do?”

Attraction hung over the table, an incorporeal anticipant thing that swells as the evening unfolds. Darkness enveloped the bamboo grove and activated the small aureate floor lights placed between the culms. You fall into natural conversation over your starter dishes. You share laughter. Tender and succulent; you share food, too, leaning forward to pluck a sample from his plate, offering your own. Not a single grimace.

Every other first date pales in comparison.

Osamu watches you with a hooded gaze warmed by his second pint of beer. There’s a certain satisfaction to him, contentment. The tip of his tongue peeks out to catch an errant drop. He nudges his ankle to your calf again when the server returns to clear away your starter plates, and you don't move away.

“Can I ask why you’re single, and what you’re looking for?”

“Finally, the hard hittin’ questions”.

You laugh, “We’ve got to get over the boring first date spiel at some point tonight”.

Osamu rumbles his assent, rests his chin in his palm, casting an idle glance to the garden as he thinks. “Think my answer’s kinda standard. At first I never had the time ‘cause of the restaurant, didn’t think it’d be fair,” he begins, and his mouth twists into a little self-effacing smirk. “When I thought I was ready I tried some’a those dating apps but nothin’ ever clicked for me”.

“I get it. Gauging chemistry is harder online,” you affirm softly, readjusting your seat as the server steps up to set down your main dishes, inclining her head in greeting but with enough grace not to interrupt. Osamu voices his gratitude, sliding his plate closer. The grilled tai is a beautiful fleshy pink colour, garnished with sprouts and hosta leaves.

“Ma says I’m a romantic,” he continues sheepishly, plucking up his chopsticks. “I’d prefer to meet someone naturally, face to face. To really feel it when ya click with each other”.

“Yeah?” there’s an ache blooming in your cheeks as you glanced down at your food. The plate is still hot to touch. You pinch your chopsticks and inhale the rich scent of saffron, garlic and onion, and beneath it all sharp notes from an open flame. “I think we’re doing pretty good on that front”.

“Better than I hoped,” he murmurs, supple and full of promise. The hair on your arms prickles. When was the last time anyone looked at you like that, you wonder. “Soon as Tanaka caught on that I saw your picture on her phone she was determined to appeal ya to me. Thought it might be too good to be true”.

You hum around your first mouthful, feeling much the same way. Saeko had worked hard to strong arm you into meeting him. The food falls apart gently on your tongue and suddenly your agreeable noise becomes a pleased crescendo, taken by the rich smoky flavours.

After swallowing you grow self-conscious; the weight of Osamu’s focused attention is heavy. Rather than embarrassment, the flush tinting his cheeks seems to be something else entirely. He has a chunk of grilled tai between his chopsticks, halted halfway to his lips. “Is it that good?” he teases, strained.

There’s no true malice or ill intent behind it. It’s lighthearted—you could even delude yourself into thinking he sounded fond. You kick your lips, inhibitions worn a fraction after a glass of liquor. “I’d say that’s obvious,” you smiled. “It tastes amazing. Thank you, for picking this place”.

“S’been my pleasure believe me,” he says, finally taking a bite of his own. Like him, you observe how his expression flickers as the flavour fills his senses. A flare in soft surprise, rippling as he chews and discerns the texture. His eyelids flutter closed, lashes fanning out over the high point of his cheeks, and open in the next breath to catch you staring.

“Is it that good?” you echo coyly. Osamu smirks, a glimmer in his eye. He picks up a small piece of the tai sandwiched with a hosta leaf and cups his hand beneath it while offering you a try.

“See for yaself,” he says. Energy simmers under your skin, all buzzing heat and jitters. You quickly sip your drink, rinsing your palate before shuffling closer to the table's edge and lean forward, lips eagerly parting to take the morsel into your mouth. A hitched breath. Osamu holds your gaze while you parse the hints of dashi broth and ginger.

“God. You weren’t wrong. The texture is perfect…” you stop yourself from rambling further and swipe your bottom lip as you recline in your chair, chopsticks poised like pincers. Pulse quickening behind your ribs you copy his actions, taking a sample of your dish for him to try. “Try mine too?” you offer, abashed.

Osamu struggles to temper his grin. Words aren’t necessary. He props himself onto his elbows and stretches forward, pink mouth wrapping around the end of your chopsticks. Closer now you notice the soft cupid’s bow on his top lip. He draws back with a soft groan as he chews—the sound ripples down your spine.

“Never tasted anything like that. Almost has a tangy bite to it,” he praised.

“Right? It’s amazing how they managed to marry earthy and briny together. I think it’s a Spanish dish, maybe,” you wonder aloud, eyes sweeping over the table. “How have I never been here before?”

“It’s my first time too, a friend recommended it. Heard they’ve only been open a year and some,” he tells you. Eventually the conversation slows as eating takes precedence. The server flits in and out to take your empty glasses, bringing refills. Sitting there, now with an empty plate and your third drink half full, a different spirit entirely sifts inside you.

Osamu admires you over the rim of his beer. “I never got to ask earlier,” he mused. “Are ya looking for a serious relationship or…?”

You scarcely hear him, preoccupied with staring at his other loosely curled hand beside the centrepiece. If he notices he doesn’t mention it. “I am. I’ve been trying. Any more than this I might actually fit the definition of a serial dater,” you admit, in an attempt to reciprocate some of his prior vulnerability. “But all I want is to settle down. Find someone”.

About to take another sip, Osamu's fingers slip slightly on the condensation around his pint. “Yer serious?” he baulks. His accent is thicker, rough. You wince at his tone. “Sorry, sorry. I just have a hard time believin’ nobody snatched you up yet”.

Feeling a little like a damn has broken in your chest, you nod. “Maybe I tried too hard. Somehow showing genuine interest only ever puts them off more,” a brittle bout of laughter breaks the delicate quiet, and you begin tearing at a napkin to distract yourself. “And most of them didn’t really… like my appetite. I embarrassed them sometimes, I think”.

Agitation on your behalf flickers in his expression; brows drawn taut, jaw clenched, it flies over his face and smooths out just as quickly. “That’s bullshit,” he said, sounding far calmer than he had looked. Warmth encompasses your hands and your fingers pause their repetitive motions. Osamu runs his thumb over your knuckles. “‘Scuse my manners. But ya not embarrassing in the slightest. There’s nothin’ more satisfying than watching someone eat well”.

A slow smile pulls at your lips. The napkin is in pieces. You sense his caution in crossing any boundaries, pressure alleviating as though to pull away, so you overturn your wrist and thread your fingers together. “I think so too,” you reply. “Not much better than good food and good company”.

“Guess we’ve covered all the bases,” he murmurs, squeezing until your palms kiss. “Feel like sharing some desserts with me?”

The hunger in your heart rears its head. Mentally you send a good word to Saeko, knowing you owe her more than a drink or two for this. “Can’t say no to that,” you return, voice a little thick. Whatever will prolong the night.

Dessert ends up being a beautiful burnt honey cake. It comes with a creamer of liqueur laced chocolate sauce that strays as you pour it. Osamu watches you clean a wayward thread of melted chocolate from wrist to heel with your tongue, grey eyes overcast with something heady. You feel a pulse of magnetised desire where there’d been none before as wet fingers popped free of your mouth.

It’s delicious, you're sure. You can hardly remember anything beyond the face he makes as he tries it.

The end of the date looms with dreadful finality. Osamu pays the bill in full despite your countless protests. You walk through the front dining area, busier than it had been, and in passing you bow your head toward the chef working behind the bar and the host at the entrance.

“Thank you very much,” he acknowledges politely. “Please come again”.

It’s jarring to step back out from the restaurant’s welcome embrace into the street. “Guess this is it,” you inhale deeply and move to Osamu’s side to sap him of his warmth, wrapping yourself around his arm. He pulls you closer and you yield like putty, partly the need to shield from the crisp, late night air and partly the desire to prolong your time together.

“Did you walk here?” he asks, rubbing your hip. Your hand is splayed over his chest, heat seeping through the fabric, heart tapping against your palm.

“I got dropped off,” you reply. “I’ll have a car pick me up”. Osamu dithers for a moment, visibly searching for the right words. He rubs at his neck—a nervous habit you’ve noticed.

Whatever you were expecting it wasn’t, “Are ya still hungry?”

Your mouth opens and closes. True, there’s no real physical ache of hunger but you would hardly describe yourself as full, or sated. “…I could eat,” you confess. Osamu grins at that, dark hair haloed by the streetlight. “Why?”

“My restaurant isn’t far from here. If yer comfortable with it, the cab can pick you up from there and I’ll make a treat for the ride home,” he says. He must take your brief silence to mean discomfort, because he continues on. “Ya can say no,” he murmurs, thumb stroking back and forth at your waist. “Just didn’t want the night to end yet”.

The offer strikes a chord within you, and you feel like you could burst. You want. Guided by fleeting impulse you press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. He startles and then moves as if to chase it. Your breath catches as you come together in a soft, chaste press of lips.

“I’d like that,” you rasp, patting at his chest and unwilling to part. There’s relaxed, padded muscle underneath. “What’s the address?”

After receiving the address you input it into your phone, scheduling the taxi to pick you up in around thirty minutes—at Osamu’s suggestion. As promised the restaurant is no more than a five minute walk, tucked away alongside a few other establishments. You notice the Onigiri Miya sign fixed above the door displaying his logo, but the shutters are down.

“Gotta head in through the side,” he explains quietly. You nod, clasping both hands around his forearm and letting him lead. The clink of his keys fills the silence, followed by a series of clicks. The door opens and he flicks the switch on. You squint at the intrusive light that floods the space, blinking to adjust, and make a low inquisitive noise as you meander through.

The interior errs on traditional, and it works well. Hanging along the accent wall is a banner of the shop name written in calligraphy, and other various artworks are littered throughout showcasing appreciation for the local agriculture.

Osamu disappears into the back amidst your exploring. You duck beneath the curtain draped across the doorway to find him. The kitchen is small, an obvious compromise to make room for more dining space. Food preparation is dedicated to the heart of the kitchen on an island-like setup, while dishwashing and such are pushed to the perimeter. Osamu embodies it comfortably and confidently.

Hands wrung against your stomach, you lean to get a closer look at what he’s doing. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Osamu stops, still poised to reach for the water bowl next to his workstation. There are multiple others set out, each seemingly with a different ingredient. His mouth pulls into a boyish grin. “Don’t worry about that,” he says, inclining his head to the stool opposite. “Just sit there looking pretty and I’ll feed ya something good”.

You bite the inside of your cheek and wonder if it’s possible for butterflies to hatch in your chest. A fuzzy giddiness that spreads to the tips of your fingers, and you want to kiss him again. “Promise?”

“Promise”.

Lowering onto the stool, you watch raptly as he wets his fingers and takes a pinch of salt to rub into his hands. Skin glistens under the pale florescence. Osamu's visage wanes, and you're struck by how at home he looks.

“So,” you speak, if only to fill the silence—and to hear his voice again. “What made you fall in love with food?”

Osamu scoops the cooked rice from a nearby bowl into his palm and starts to shape it. He doesn’t pause in his motions, even with the contemplative tilt of his head. “Lots’a reasons, really,” he says. “Earliest one I can remember is when I made breakfast for my gran for the first time. Ma helped out, ‘cause I was only five or six, but I was real proud of myself”.

“That’s cute,” you murmur, a nascent fondness stirring inside your body at the imagined young Osamu that flashes through your mind. “Did it turn out any good?”

Deft fingers knead a shallow dip into the centre of the rice ball. “Course it didn’t, I used way too much salt. But she still ate it, and it made her feel better”.

“Because she loves you”.

Osamu meets your eyes. Outside, droplets stutter out a drowsy staccato against the windows, cohesive with the beat of your heart. The moment feels pheromonic, like when you know something is just right the second you find it. “Yeah,” he murmurs. His mouth curls up and he tucks some of the nearby ingredients into the rice. “See, yer getting it”.

That's what it is. Osamu likes to take care of people. Your focus falls to deft fingers, gently folding the rice over, as though tucking it in. He gives it a triangular shape, adorned with a slice of nori, and sets it into a small cardboard tray. Without preamble, he reaches to start another.

"Y'know, first time I ever confessed to someone it was with onigiri," Osamu tells you, unheeding of the wellspring he opened in your chest. "Made 'em that same morning, had a speech and everything. Never told anyone I was gonna do it".

You hum and scoot closer, folding your arms atop the island. It's cold ot the touch. Osamu appears to blossom further under your avid attention. He repeats the steps, pressing new filling carefully into the heart of the rice and admits, "Got rejected, though".

Your face falls. "I'm sorry, Osamu".

"It's fine. In the end I gave one of 'em to 'Tsumu, and I ate the other," he shrugs, looking rather happy for someone talking about their botched first confession. "Know what he told me?"

"What?"

"Looks me dead in the eyes and goes 'What the hell, 'Samu. Are ya holdin' out on me? These taste better than usual'," Osamu pitches his voice as he recites the memory, presumably mocking his brother. You laugh, and he ducks his chin to hide his grin. "I remember missin' three serves that day. He told me since I suck so bad at volleyball I should be a chef instead. Idiot doesn't even remember he said it, but..."

While he had meant his words to be light you heard the significance beneath it. You rise from your seat. Osamu tucks the third and final onigiri into the tray and lets his focus stray toward you. Featherlight strokes up his forearm, you rest your cheek against his shoulder. You peer through your lashes and look at Osamu's face, at a tentative beginning.

"And now you're here," you say, reaching to cup his warm cheek. He leans into it, lids fluttering as your thumb traces an arc beneath his eye. His ears are warm against the tips of your fingers. "You did it".

"Yeah," Osamu releases a shaky breath. "Is it—can I kiss ya again?"

Your answer comes with the tilt of your head. Osamu kisses you, solemnly sweet. You can faintly taste the beer he drank. He's warm, firm under your hands. You feel him smile against your mouth and smile back, nipping at his plush lower lip. The intensity grows as a strong arm coils around your waist, his wet, rice soiled hand held away from your clothes. Your fingers slip into his hair as his tongue dips into the seam, slides over your own and along the grooves in your teeth, drinking the whine right from your mouth.

"Osamu," you sigh, pushing harder, needing to be closer, and yet he is pulling further away. "Noo, come back".

"Greedy thing" he rasps. His voice is infused with warm laughter. You hum as he kisses you again, similar to the first. It's quick and chaste, and with too much finality for your taste. "I know. But I'm pretty sure that's yer ride waiting outside".

You sniff haughtily, following his line of sight to the car headlights filtering in through the windows. "Wait. Let me walk ya out," he mumbles, turning away to find a towel to wipe his hands on. Meanwhile you gingerly pick up the takeout tray of onigiri and cradle it to your front, as though something precious.

"Ready?"

The night is colder than you remember, and you'd only been out of it for a short time. Sparse raindrops pitter patter on the pavements, leaving dark little dots on the concrete. Osamu walks ahead to check with the driver and then waves you over, opening the door himself.

"What a charmer," you tease, turning into him once more and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Osamu. I had a really great night".

"Good enough to see me again?"

The crinkles by his eyes are knowing, aware that he needn't ask at all. And the thought that you could be another person for Osamu to take care of—it satiates the ache.

"Maybe I can cook for you next time," you say as you climb into the backseat. Osamu bends, peering into the car.

"Promise?"

Loneliness is just another form of hunger. You realise that now.

"I promise".

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyu x reader

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wings-of-fire-confessions · 17 days

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I have liked the ship Cleril since the very beginning. Yes, I know that Peril is very toxic in her mannerisms, but I still feel like she can improve, and she already has! By the tenth book she's learned to not put Clay on a pedestal and trust in other dragons besides him. Obviously they shouldn't get in a relationship right away, but I think they'd be a good couple after a few years of healing.

Also, people don't focus on Clay's side of the ship enough. He's seen Peril grow and change for the better, and she was the first real friend he had outside the mountain. Plus (getting into headcanon territory now), I've noticed that a lot of dragons think that his entire personality is food. The other dragonets of destiny are not exempt from that; assuming that the books are warped in the protagonist's limited perspective, all Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight think of Clay as the food-obsessed guy first and the bigwings second. Even Moon and Qibli’s POVs do that too! Yet Clay's own book portrays him as a complex character, and Sunny sees him as her protector and likely-favorite sibling, so her book is more representative of Clay's actual mannerisms. But he's still a foodie, because of course he is.

Then we get to Peril’s book. Of all the times that Peril talks about Clay, when does she mention any food? Exactly once: when she jokes about Clay sighing because he wants a goat. Literally every other time, she's thinking about his big heart, bravery, and compassion, or all the things Clay wanted other dragons to see when they meet him, rather than his initial internalized monstrosity.

And yes, we all know that Clay likes food. It's the only thing anyone can think about. But that does not define him, and Peril seems to understand that, albeit subconsciously. Through that, I think they can bond even more, and not just because "he can help her". They lift each other up and constantly support one another when no one else is. That, in short, is why they're my favorite Wings of Fire ship.

TLDR: Cleril isn't just a "he can fix her" relationship. Trust me.

#wings of fire confessions #wof confessions #wof #wings of fire #shipping #cleril

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FINGER LICKIN’ YEAH WE COOKIN’ UP A SUPER BOWL

pairing: osamu miya x female reader

description: osamu wasn’t a fan of football nor parties. however, it is only you that could convince him to agree to atsumu’s shenanigans.

word count: 4.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: SURPRISE!!! i had intended to write for osamu before, but the idea instead went to another character. i never forgot about my foodie king though! plus, it’s super bowl sunday, so i HAD to put this out in enough time. the idea came last minute, so i was in a bit of a rush, but i managed! sorry if it seems rushed, i truly was trying my best to get this done in time. i also apologize if anyone seems ooc, i was honest to god trying my best. for timeline’s sake, i’d say the twins are 21 in this one shot, so not quite yet to the point where osamu has his own onigiri shop and atsumu is on the japan national team. anyway, happy super bowl sunday, and enjoy! (btw i totally named this after super bowl by stray kids)

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @darthferbert @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten @intheewrld

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osamu wasn’t thrilled when his twin atsumu sprung the idea of having a super bowl party on him out of nowhere.

“they do it in america! it’s huge there!” his twin argued, detailing everything he knows about the tradition. sure, they do air the event in japan, but what was the point? an excuse to eat and drink? hangout with their buddies from both the past and present? actually, no. osamu figured out atsumu’s motive quickly; it was an excuse for osamu to cook a bunch of food.

there was no denying atsumu was clueless in the kitchen. if it were up to him to cook anything more complex than eggs and toast, he’d burn the whole place down. osamu was better off handling majority of anything food related. his brother was lucky he enjoyed the art of cooking.

“i’m not dealing with a stupid party, tsumu.” osamu crossed his arms in protest. there was no way he was going to deal with an inevitable mess. having to cook all the food and clean up the mess after? nope, no way. he refused to do it alone. luckily, his twin could figure that out quickly.

“ah, ah, ah. i knew you’d say that.” atsumu smirked. “y/n already told me she’d help you make the food.”

the mention of your name immediately perked up osamu. best friends since high school, it was blatantly obvious you had captured the shyer twin from the start, although—like with everyone else—he could easily assume you were more drawn to atsumu as he was always so unashamedly outspoken. everyone talked to atsumu more, but even so, you always treated the twins equally. mayhaps that is why he longed for you so much.

“y/n did?” osamu asked.

“and she’s bringing cake.” his brother added.

a woman after his own heart, really, and a foodie just like osamu. you always joked about opening a bakery next door once he finally opened up the onigiri shop he dreamed of. the goal was sometime next year, so maybe catering this party would be good practice. plus, it was a good excuse to be close to you like osamu craved.

“she is?” he questioned further. if his brother wasn’t kidding around, then maybe he’d feel more inclined to agree.

“you’re not gonna say no, right?” atsumu teased. osamu grunted in response, too stubborn to say anything, which atsumu recognized. it is only his twin who can easily detect his weakness; you.

“you’re such a sucker, osamu.” he chuckled. even if osamu were a sucker for you, he wouldn’t want to be one for anyone else. and it’s not like he’s totally clueless. he’d mess with his twin somehow.

“i’ll do it…“ osamu said before stating his only condition. “if you clean up the place afterwards.”

“what?!” atsumu gawked.

“it’s only fair, right?” osamu shrugged. two can play at that game. “i cook, you clean.”

unfortunately, atsumu had no choice but to suck it up. truth be told, he orchestrated you assisting with food preparations for the sake of getting you and osamu together alone. if he says no now, then his little secret wingman plan would be a waste, so atsumu had to accept his fate.

“pft, ass.” he huffed. atsumu should’ve known better than to try playing games with his brother, knowing he could easily match his game.

“just be lucky i agreed to your idiocy.” osamu scoffed.

“only because y/n is helping!” atsumu whined. while that may be true, osamu would probably never hear the end of it if he said no whether you were involved or not.

“did i hear only onigiri on the menu?” osamu joked, knowing that would irritate his twin to no end.

“osamu!”

truth be told, he couldn’t wait for sunday now.

•••

over the next few days, osamu had kept in almost constant communication with you over text discussing food options for the party. his signature onigiri was a must despite atsumu’s protest, but other options were in store thanks to your combined brainstorming. osamu couldn’t help but ask what kind of cake you’d bring, and was ultimately disappointed when you said it was a surprise with many winky emojis involved.

when sunday finally rolled around, osamu was more energized than usual. whether that be from excitement or nerves, who knew? atsumu’s plan was going in motion quite nicely and you hadn’t even arrived yet. he truly felt like a genius assisting in his brother’s quest for love.

osamu paced back and forth around the apartment in anticipation for your arrival. the kitchen was spotless, plus the fridge and cabinets were filled to the brim with everything needed for the party. on top of that, he put atsumu up to the task of decorating the place. knowing who would have to deal with cleaning up later was the greatest part of all.

once a knock on the door emerged, the two twins battled over who got to open the door, osamu ultimately losing as his brother elbowed him in the stomach and made a run for it. if there were a best sibling award, it was clear who wouldn’t win it.

“hello, miya twins! i’ve arrived!” you said upon entering the door, your arms occupied with bags, hopefully full of sweet treats.

“hey, y/n.” atsumu greeted you, beating osamu to it as he was still recovering from what occurred just moments ago.

you—already knowing your way around the place—set your bags down on the counter before instructing that they put its contents in the fridge as soon as possible. atsumu obliged despite wondering how he would play tetris with the fridge. but before he could figure out that puzzle, he received a quick hug from you as that was your typical greeting for the twins.

“y/n?” you turn around and see osamu standing a few feet away. he wanted to curse his brother for getting to say hi to you first, but once he saw that smile on your face, all anger towards atsumu faded away in an instant.

“ah, there you are!” you exclaim, rushing towards osamu and welcoming him with a big hug, one that lasted longer than the one you shared with atsumu. you held him tight, almost squeezing the life out of him as you pulled him from side to side. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe, osamu was just happy to feel so welcomed by you.

“ready to cook up a super bowl?” you ask once you finally allowed osamu the ability to breathe. “i already made desserts in advance, so i can help with what you’ve got planned.”

“i could’ve helped with that…” osamu pouted. any more excuse to be around you was all he wanted, really. plus, he was curious to know your baking secrets. he always figured you were born a master.

“but that would ruin the surprise, silly.” you poke his arm. if it were his stomach, he might have folded over. thank god you were gentle.

as much as you wanted your desserts to remain a surprise until the party started, atsumu had to immediately ruin the fun for you. “there’s a cake shaped like a football.”

“atsumu!” you scold him. “ever heard of surprises, or has your brain become mush from too many volleyballs to the head?”

“yeah, yeah.” atsumu rolled his eyes. “i’ll leave you two to get started with everything. i trust you not to burn the place down.”

“only you would do that, tsumu.” you say. the way you teased atsumu was something osamu always loved about you. you were just as relentless as him, truly. besides, someone else besides osamu had to humble the ever-so-bold twin.

“exactly. later!” atsumu said before he left you and osamu alone in the kitchen.

osamu let out a sigh the moment his brother left the room. you immediately take notice, assuming he didn’t want to be doing this for atsumu. you hoped at the very least he enjoyed your presence today.

“i take it you’re doing all this against your will?” you question, curiosity getting to the best of you.

“not exactly…” osamu replied.

“well, i couldn’t really say no to him, so…” you shy away from the truth. it would be embarrassing if you were to admit to osamu why you agreed to this, but he was painfully oblivious, assuming it was all for his brother’s sake. not because you wanted to spend time with him and only him. it seemed you were both hiding your intentions.

“yeah, of course.” osamu frowned. it’s atsumu we’re talking about.

tension quickly filled the room. you sense the uncomfortable vibe instantly, wondering if you said something wrong. was it really something you said? you didn’t seem to think so. maybe getting things started in the kitchen for the party will help.

“shall we get started?” you ask hesitantly. “i was thinking we shape the onigiri into footballs. ya know, to fit the theme.”

osamu chuckled at your idea. at least you could see him smile now. he seemed to find it cute, but also funny how you wanted to make as many items on the menu football shaped as possible.

“i could try that.” he said, trying to hold back any more laughter. if osamu were to laugh any more, he was afraid you’d think he was making fun of your idea.

“cool, i’ll get started on the wings while you get started on that.” you say without skipping a beat, immediately grabbing ingredients like you knew this kitchen as if it were your own.

osamu didn’t seem to mind it this way with you around. he’d spend the whole day in the kitchen with you, even if all you did was sit on the counter and watch while he did all the work. but that’s not who you are, you refused to leave him to do everything. most importantly, you refused to let him feel alone.

soon enough, the kitchen grew quiet, the sounds of timers beeping and water running from the sink on occasion serving as background noise. you and osamu worked together in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine. your chemistry oozed in the room and neither of you had to say a word to each other. it was easy for you two to figure out who did what most effiently. osamu could never do this with anyone else this way, you feeling the same way, although those thoughts remained unspoken.

the lack of chatter made atsumu worried. he had been trying to eavesdrop while he was supposed to be decorating, but found it to be too quiet for his liking. as atsumu tried to lean a little more, hoping to hear something worthwhile, he ended up tripping over an extension cord, blowing his cover as he tripped right into the kitchen.

atsumu’s sudden crash startled the both of you, osamu almost dropping the pot in his hands and you almost slicing your finger as you chopped an onion.

“atsumu!” you yell as you set your knife down. atsumu was lucky you didn’t decide to threateningly wave it around right now. “the hell are you doing?!”

“it got quiet, so i was getting worried…” he answered, slowly getting back to his feet as he feared for his life. would atsumu rather face his brother’s wrath or your wrath? both of you together may be the worst combination of all, really.

“what, worried that we disappeared and left you with all this food to cook?” you cross your arms. “osamu said you were decorating, and this doesn’t look like decorating to me.”

“i was taking a break?” atsumu shrugged. that was the worst answer in the world, even he could admit that.

“just go.” osamu let out a groan. it was bad enough that atsumu used you as a way to persuade him to cook for the party, but to eavesdrop on what you two were doing? what was he trying at here? as much as osamu was curious to know, he just wanted to get back to cooking with you without any worries.

“fine…” atsumu sighed, going back to the dreadful duty of decorating all by his lonesome. the sacrifices he’s made for the sake of his brother and the girl he’s loved for years. how tragic… not.

once atsumu left, you burst into laughter. osamu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s so funny?”

“oh, just the look on his face when he got caught.” you giggle.

“yeah…” he said. it was funny, osamu could admit that, but he feared that his twin had devious plans up his sleeve. who knows if he’ll make it through the end of the day with some sort of dignity left?

•••

hours later, atsumu’s teammates from the black jackals arrived for the party. osamu was acquainted with some of them—most definitely more than acquainted with a certain pipsqueak named shoyo hinata—but he was more looking forward to seeing some of his teammates from high school, especially aran and kita. he would talk to suna, but the poor guy looked like he wanted to leave more than anything.

you seemed quite occupied at the moment, mostly due to bokuto talking your ear off about how delicious the cookies you made were. you were more than aware of his loud personality, but seeing it up close was far different than just watching him play on the court. at least you knew it wasn’t for show during matches.

osamu considered being your knight in shining armor by finding an excuse to steal you away, but he feared facing the embarrassment of his friends who wouldn’t hesitate to tease him. even if you looked at him with pleading eyes, he still hesitated. if only osamu had the guts to be a little brave for once, not standing in the shadows.

“samu…” atsumu called for him. osamu turned his attention away from watching you to see what his brother wanted, although a little annoyed.

“hm?”

“we’re out of rice. can you make more?” he asked.

osamu blinked a few times, unsure if he actually heard that correctly. “we’re… out?”

“kita ate it all up.” atsumu said.

“really?” osamu groaned. he didn’t even want to think of the logistics of his former captain eating so much rice so quickly. “grow your own rice or something, man.”

“maybe i will…” kita replied calmly, now pondering over the thought of becoming a rice farmer. it didn’t seem so bad, actually. unfortunately, the rice couldn’t just grow and magically appear already cooked. osamu wished it worked that way.

“i’ll go make more.” osamu sighed. “call for me when it’s halftime.”

once he left to head to the kitchen, you watched as he walked away, tempted to follow. maybe if you found an excuse to leave the room, like go get a drink or go to the bathroom or something. that oughta work, right?

“hey, bokuto?” you stop him mid sentence as he was still going on about your baking. “i gotta go to the bathroom. i’ll be back, okay?”

“don’t forget to give me your cookie recipe!” bokuto exclaimed as you left the living room.

atsumu raised an eyebrow upon your sudden exit, a smirk creeping up on his face soon following once he put the pieces together. “she’s not going to the bathroom…”

you find osamu already cooking, the rice cooker at work while he prepared more rice to be cooked just incase. he’d rather be safe than sorry now. osamu didn’t notice you walk in at first, but your presence became apparent soon enough once you tapped him on the shoulder.

“man, you scared me.” he chuckled, you also sharing a laugh with him. “you don’t have to help me. i’ve got this.”

“what, want some practice for when you finally open up that restaurant?” you question. osamu furrowed his eyebrows, asking “huh?” until you explained what you meant. “onigiri miya. i’ve been waiting.”

“oh, right…” osamu said, almost forgetting that little dream of his. “that.”

“well, when is it finally gonna happen?” you ask. he had talked about it for so long, and you always waited for the day it’d finally come to fruition. you probably believed in him more than he’s ever believed in himself, honestly.

“mmm, i don’t know.” he replied shyly. “next year would be nice, but there’s so many things to think about.”

“wait, really? why didn’t you tell me?!” you gasp, shocked he’d hide such an important detail from you.

“it’s just, uh, kinda scary when you admit it out loud.” osamu said. his dream of opening up his own restaurant was as scary as trying to admit the truth of his feelings. dreaming is one thing, but trying to make it a reality was another.

“samu, you know you can do it! i’ve always believed in you!” you admit, taking osamu by surprise despite how confident you always spoke about him.

“you have?”

“yes!” you say without hesitation. “from the day i met you.”

“wow, thank you…” osamu blushed. you get lost in each other’s eyes, although osamu wondered if it’s just in his imagination that you’re staring at him so intently. suddenly, the moment was ruined.

“hey, do you smell something burning?” you question as you try to sniff out the strange smell. osamu figured it out immediately, knowing it was the rice everyone was waiting on.

“the rice!” he exclaimed, rushing to the rice cooker. “i put the rice cooker on high so it’d get done faster…”

“aw, no!” you say. “is it salvageable?”

“no…” osamu sighed, looking down at the damage. “if anything, it’s a sign i shouldn’t have my own restaurant.”

to him, this was stupid. if he doesn’t do everything perfectly, then what’s the point? it seemed to silly to immediately think the worst, that this was a sign of imminent failure. osamu was good at keeping that competitive perfectionist part of him hidden to most, always making it seem like he just gets everything right the first time, but only you can see that he has flaws. at the end of the day, you continue to be his weakness, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make him feel strong.

“hey, hey, hey.” you grab his arm, a jolt coming from osamu by your sudden touch. “you overcook rice one time and all of the sudden your dream is dead? chefs mess up all the time. you’re human, you know. i think you’ve forgotten that.”

“but—”

“i mean, come on. you think i just magically knew how to make a cake one day?” you ask jokingly. even if you meant for the question to be a silly one, osamu took it quite literally.

“honestly? yeah. the first time you brought cake to school for me and sumu’s birthday was the best thing i ever tasted.” he said, recalling your first year of high school together. you hadn’t been friends with the twins for that long at that point, but you decided to surprise them with a cake for their birthday as it fell on a school day. like osamu said, it was the best thing he ever tasted. he felt like he found his future wife in that moment.

“samu, i spent all night making like five different cakes cause i kept messing them up.” you confess. it was a secret you carried for years, shocked you never said anything before, but only just now having the guts to say it. even so, osamu couldn’t believe it to be true. he always swore your skills came to you like second nature. how come he never knew before? you were very good at hiding things, it seemed.

“you did? why?” he asked.

“because…” you hesitate. might as well fess up, you suppose. “i really wanted you to like it.”

“me and tsumu?” osamu questioned. what an idiot.

you shake your head, almost tempted to laugh over how blind he was to what you were trying to say. part of you was a little frustrated, but you wouldn’t let that get to the best of you. “you really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“i guess i am…” he replied, unsure of what else to say.

you let out a sigh. should you say it? the whole truth? you didn’t know it, but you were in the same boat as osamu. you did this for each other without even realizing it. it is you, however, who will be brave enough to admit such a truth. no going back now after you’ve already admitted so much.

“i only agreed to helping with this party because atsumu knew i wanted an excuse to be close to you.” you tell him, looking away. osamu swore you looked ashamed to say those words out loud, but even so, the truth shocked him to the very core.

“he… what?”

when you grant yourself the guts to look him in the eye once more, the look on his face made you think you shouldn’t have said anything. but osamu wanted to scream, scream about how long he liked you and how he never thought he’d see this day. he didn’t know if the universe planted the seeds for this very moment, but he couldn’t let it slip away. not when you believed in him like it was breathing.

“nothing. don’t worry about it.” you shake your head. “i’ll help you restart the rice. hungry people waiting.”

“no.” osamu stopped you. you freeze in your tracks, waiting for what else he had to say. “forget the rice.”

“huh—”

“why do you think i told tsumu i’d help with this party?” he asked. you’re at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. it is usually you who stood tall, but osamu took your place, taking charge for the sake of making sure you knew the truth. “i said i would because he told me you were coming here. he knew you were the only thing that’d get me to say yes. called me a sucker and everything.”

your cheeks flush, a smile creeping up on your face as the realization of osamu’s mutuals feelings hit you. “guess i’m a sucker too.”

osamu let out a sigh of relief, overcome with joy as he couldn’t control his grin. with that look on your face, he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there. should he kiss you right now? no, osamu should ask permission first. couldn’t be too confident, right? or were you trying to say something with your eyes? god, osamu didn’t have a clue on what to do.

“can you two please just kiss already so i can get back to the party?”

you and osamu share a gasp. it was atsumu, no doubt about it. that bitch, you both think to yourselves. was he eavesdropping on that whole conservation? pause. now they both knew atsumu did all of this on purpose. he had a lot of explaining to do, that’s for sure.

without having to speak a word, you and osamu find atsumu in the hallway, both tugging him by his shirt and pulling him to the ground. your combined anger undoubtedly scared the shit out of him.

“you!” you grab the collar of atsumu’s shirt. “you set this all up!”

“i bet you don’t even like football!” osamu yelled.

“yeah!” you say in agreement without thinking.

“hey, i’m innocent, your honor! innocent!” atsumu raised his hands up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut as he anticipated one of you to start hitting him.

“no wonder you agreed to clean if i cooked!” osamu exclaimed.

“he agreed to clean?!“ you loudly gasp. funnily enough, that was the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day.

“listen to me, okay?!” atsumu forced your hand away from his collar. you take a step back and give him the chance to speak, although you were more than prepared to start swinging if need be. “i just really wanted you two to stop being wusses about your feelings. now you both know, all thanks to me.”

you and osamu soften up. even if it seemed a tad bit manipulative, neither of you could deny that it was actually kind of… sweet? all that cooking was a pain in the ass, but it brought you together and pushed you to admit your truths.

“i really do like you, osamu.” you say, looking into osamu’s eyes, not wavering for a second. there was no need for either of you to hide anymore. “since the day we met.”

“me too.” osamu replied, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“i sense a super emotional moment—” atsumu tried to say in the midst of his escape attempt. however, you grab him by the wrist, almost pulling his arm by his socket. “ow!”

“come here.” you pull him in for a hug, osamu too, practically squeezing the two to death. “you’re a pain, but thank you, atsumu.”

“can i go now?” he asked, trying his best to writhe out of your grasp. you were strong, atsumu couldn’t deny that.

“yeah, yeah. get outta here.” you scoff as you let him free.

atsumu mumbled some words over how it was “about damn time” on his way out, which sent you and osamu into a fit of giggles. once the laughter died down, reality set in. now both you knew that you liked each other, so what now? what else was there to do?

“so…”

“so..?”

“you think they’re all still waiting on that rice?” you ask awkwardly.

that was the last thing osamu cared about in this moment, truly. he waited so long for this, never thinking there ever was a chance. dare he ask you to pinch him would seem silly now. all he wanted to do now was finally kiss you without hesitating.

“oh, screw the rice.” osamu said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. your hand that clasped his rested over his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your touch. has his heart always beat this fast in your presence for all this time, you couldn’t help but wonder. it was safe to say no one was getting their rice now, but neither of you gave a damn.

meanwhile, in the living room, atsumu finally returned, although with an irritated look on his face. he sat down in between bokuto and hinata, who were both curious about the food.

“hey, how’s the rice going—” hinata began to ask before being quickly cut off by atsumu.

“just watch the stupid game.”

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyu x female reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu x female reader #osamu miya x female reader #osamu x female reader #osamu miya #miya osamu #pluto writes 📝#gif divider by cafekitsune

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ytsunodabrainrotbaybee · 9 months

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World’s Worst Cooking Show

->Listen to the Wii Sports Theme

Y/N is a twitch micro-celebrity. With a variety of content on her channel, ranging from her newer trucking simulator games to war crimes in Minecraft, and comfy study and writing streams, her favorite and most popular series is her cooking show. Each guest invited has to have never heard of her, and the only information they are given is that she cooks food from her childhood.

Yuki Tsunoda x Twitch streamer reader.

yourinstagrambaybe

yourinstagrambaybe THIS WEEK ON EATS W YN: ALPHATAURIS YUKI TSUNODA. MY CAREER HAS LEAD UP TO THIS MOMENT.

Shout out to landonorris for introducing us!

ynbiggestfan Who knew Traffic Violations in F1 would bring us to this

Yukinoo She didn’t even tag him.

yourinstagrambaybe I have him blocked on all platforms.

pierregasly it’s going to be a nightmare. I can’t wait to watch

Yuki’s voice filtered through your phone’s speakers. You bounced on your heels as you waited, giving him directions to your small city apartment. Lando shouted over him, insisting that he knows where to go.

The minutes waiting and preparing screeched to a halt once Lando let the two of them in on his own.

You hopped to, greeting them at the door. “You made it,” you said, giving Lando a hug and greeting Yuki with a handshake.

“I’ve got everything set up, Lando you can watch the camera for me.”

The three of you moved to places for the stream, quickly getting everything started after a very brief and vague explanation for Yuki. Whose concern grew with every off brand and out of place ingredient he saw. Something about bargain brand Colby jack cheese say on top of flour tortillas filled him with something wary.

“Chat we have a guest,” You said, a sharp gesture towards Yuki and nothing more.

“Hello, I’m Yuki.”

Your streams would always start tame enough. In this case, a nice garlic butter spread making for the toastiest grilled cheese made Yuki nearly swoon. Comments flooded the chat the moment he took a bite and his eyes lit up. Not looking at the sandwich, however, but towards you.

Of course, the way to any real foodie’s heart is by food.

The adoration in his eyes would become one tested by things to come. As you announced that the grilled cheese, a recipe perfected by your sweet mother, was only the beginning.

More condiments and some lunch meat for good measure made it’s way to your cutting board. Yuki’s curiosity quickly turned sour as you explained.

“Imagine with me: you’re a college student,” you leaned against your counter, engaging fully with Yuki as he listened on. “You’re broke, but still, you need to eat. You take a look in your fridge for the third time and since nothing has materialized in your fridge yet, you go on and pick something.”

You picked up the honey ham lunch meat, 1.50 at a nearby dollar store and probably processed to high heavens, and a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise.

“Lunch on the most forgettable days, wether as a broke college student, or during summer break ad a small child,” you can’t help but watch that light drain from Yuki’s eyes as he realized. The dreaded struggle meal of lunch meat, mayo, and a single too small tortilla.

A man who has never had a struggle meal to this degree, a man who is slowly being beaten down.

“Is this why you blocked me?” He asked, voice low and filled with, something, “so I couldn’t find you and see this” he struggled to search for the words appropriate to describe your various crimes against food.

You set a bowl in front of him, the smack against the counter served to interrupt his monologue, cooking in the back of his mind with the rage of ten foodstagrammers.

The off brand Colby jack made itself useful, “the lunch meat tortilla wasn’t enough, honestly”

“Can we go back to the grilled cheese?” Yuki asked, those pleading brown eyes flooded with confusion and pain. He watched as you put a handful of the shredded cheese into the bowl.

“Be a doll and put this into the microwave for me”

You didn’t spare him a look as he nearly gagged at the moral implications. His opinions of you would go through so much, change after change, the moment of pure love and adoration from that first grilled cheese pulled through mud and sweat and microwaved cheese.

The stages of grief washed over him, from thinking he had found his soulmate to his worst enemy. To holding onto the hope that it really was an elaborate prank because if you could make the perfect grilled cheese, you have to be a good cook at the end of the day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice was soft, pained almost before he dropped the bowl back into the counter. “What is wrong with you?”

The chat to your left, out of view from stream, flooded with comments fighting in Yuki’s defense. Only his first appearance and your entire following fell in love with him. Lando stood off to the side, watching, hoping to see a further breaking of his fellow driver. A hope that hung in vain.

Those big, pained, shining eyes bore into your mind, and your heart. A facade of defiance and chaos you had nursed for so long in front of your audience melted away under the passionate gaze of Yuki.

“Okay, why don’t we try something different?” You took the bowl from in front of Yuki, moved it out of frame and by the hand you led Yuki to your pantry.

There, it was stocked well. Organized to a tee, with some surprisingly high quality dry goods.

“What about pasta?” You grabbed a box of penne shells and handed them to him.

A wave of relief shadowed Yuki’s eyes, shoulders relaxed and a hesitant bit of that initial adoration crept back in. A promise of some actual good food peeked itself of the clouds of uncertainty and meat tortillas.

With that Lando excused himself, not fully enjoying the idea that he could bear witness to the worst cooking show he could have been subject to.

yourinstagrambaybe

yourinstagrambaybe I have learned a very important lesson today: yukitsunoda0511 is not the one. I would like to apologize for ever putting this angel through what I have.

landonorris I’m sorry I ever introduced the two of you.

yukitsunoda0511 I’m not. I’ve never had better food in my life.

formulawhat I never would have imagined Yuki being the one to break y/n like this.

yourinstagrambaybe It’s the eyes. They do things to you.

yourbiggestfan I could see the moment in stream when she fell in love.

ynlovely Been trying for two years, a man did it in a DAY

yukitsunoda0511

yukitsunoda0511 She actually can cook

formulawhat Is this dinner, and breakfast??

ynlovely This wasn’t on my bingo card for the year of our lord. But I’m not complaining.

yukinooo This is like some weird fanfiction trope

yourinstagrambaybe Not really.

#crimes against cooking #yuki tsunoda #yt22 #f1 x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader

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totallynuwonhere · 2 months

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2nd Gen Shawpack Pookies

I’ve had them in my notes for AGES and I’ve still yet to finish a design, but i do intend on creating little skits of them cuz of how much I’ve invested giving them all personalities and pinterest boards. (If this isn’t me exhibiting my deep love for the Redactedverse idk what is)

Some descriptions are longer than the others, I’ve obviously put more thought into certain characters

•Shaw Twins

- both children are sadly ungifted in the kitchen, despite the fact that David has made them his little helpers when since they were little. Multiple flames have been put out because of them.

-Both do share a love for nature like their father.

Gabriella Shaw (Gabby)🫶🏻

- Angel carbon copy with a dash of Gabriel’s silliness and courage, which always made David smile.

- Natural born Leader. Despite being the eldest child (4 fucking minutes) David has never burdened them with the responsibility or thought of inheriting the business. She stepped into the leadership role on her own, with more brighter approach, personality wise.

- Rollerskates, Angel started taking her to roller rinks since age 6 and she loves taking Lyss and KC with her

Callum Grey Shaw 🌱

-Yes he’s named after the sweet Caelum. David wanted to commemorate his childhood friend.

- Inherited David’s resting bitch face, if you point it out he’ll even growl like he does.

- Great Observer. Because his sister was the more outgoing one of them, he was always the listener, making him more emotionally aware, noticing things most people miss.

- Loves sitcoms. He’s probably watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine so many times he can name episodes in order. This also translates his love for the security company his dad runs. Always begging David to take him to work with him. (I think we know who inherits the company)

•Talbot Troop

-Asher is the only one I picture having multiple kids with a range of age gaps.

-No doubt the most outgoing ones of the pack.

August Talbot (Auggie) 🍕

- Foodie

- Life of the party, stealin’ hearts with his million watt smile

- DDR is his sport

Kelcee Talbot (KC/CeeCee) 🧠

- Designated driver of the group

- Straight A student. When she was young she’d share all the interesting facts she’d pick up on to her parents and it always astounded Asher, how she can command a room, especially being the SOMEWHAT, mellow one among the three.

Oliver James Talbot (OJ/Ollie) 🪲

- Very inquisitive

- Youngest of the pack (the only 7yr old in a group of 17 year olds)

- Has a special bond with Alyssa

•Greer Icon

Alyssa Marie Greer 💥

-Now while i think of Milo and SW as the D.I.N.K (dual income, no kids) couple, and i will somewhat always think that, but— this name crossed my head and I just cannot let it go. IT HONORS MARIE OK—

-Unsurprisingly is always the best dressed. Milo is very proud.

-Has a very ‘takes no bull personality’ making them the most intimidating out of group.

- Plays archery competitively

- Straightforward

-Weirdly great with babies, explains her close bond with Oliver

•Collins

Sean Riley Collins 🥐

- aka Peace Officer Collins

- The code name speaks for itself, he is very much like his old man when it comes to ensuring his friends don’t do anything stupid, and in the very common occasions they do, he of course serves them with a patented Collins lecture.

- He may be half vamp, but that doesn’t mean he has to have a mundane food pallet, this man can COOK and bake, a soft, crispy shelled sourdough being one of his specialties

•Solaire

Hugo Solaire 🎭

- theater kid

- sarcastic, confident, somewhat frivolous, despite his royal status, which gets him in trouble for

- May or may not have a thing for the alpha’s daughter.

- Like Vincent, he’s mostly only close to the Collins’ but has occasionally hanged out with the shaw pack.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fandom #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted milo #I’ve had this cooking for months it’s krazy how im now only getting it out my drafts #2nd gen pookies

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hwabang · 8 months

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in your “cake” scenario you said something about the other enha members also desiring idol!reader. can we have a scenario inspired by that? like jungwon finds out he’s not the the only one in his group who admires/has a crush on reader? and possibly has to make a move on you before the others do

Just Look At Me - Yang Jungwon

Genre: a smidgen of angst and light suggestiveness but mainly fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, idol!reader x idol!jungwon, '03 reader, friends to lovers, mentions of touching, praising, dom jungwon ig?, jungwon is flirtyyyy, jealous!jungwon, insecure!jungwon, avg height reader, self indulgent w my bias line, mention of a hand kink oop, enhypen talking ab reader being hot and kind of objectifying reader

Author’s Note: anon i love the way you think😉 guys i'm LOVING all the jungwon requests keep 'em coming! also i tried to write in a way that this can be read on it's own or as a continuation to 'Cake'. let me know what you think!

Author's Note: Sort of a continuation of 'Cake' although this can be read on its own too. And this is for those who want to watch KARD's 'Cake' Dance Practice.

(gif not mine!)

Your cover of KARD's 'Cake' with Jungwon was coming out today and you couldn't be more nervous than you were right now.

You were a good singer but definitely felt pretty self-conscious covering 'Cake', as both Somin and Jiwoo's voices are so unique and you were scared you wouldn't be able to match their energy.

Probably the biggest thing you were scared of was the reaction of fans and netizens. You had hinted at your special video about two weeks ago; during a live a fan commented asking for all of your members to give a spoiler as to what they had planned for their 2nd anniversary gift to fans, and you mentioned doing a hot dance cover with a male idol. Everyone was going crazy trying to figure out who this male idol could be but nobody had any clue which made you more nervous. You were hoping you and Jungwon didn't receive too much backlash for this.

The only part of this whole collab with Jungwon you were confident about was the dance. You're the main dancer of your group and this style of choreography is what you're best at. But even though you were positive from the beginning that you'd kill the choreo, you were constantly getting flustered and it was all because of Jungwon.

Jungwon's only condition to helping you with this collab was that you'd go on a date with him and give him a chance. He'd been pinning after you for a while at that point, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try right?

And so you did. The day after that conversation took place Jungwon had planned a very romantic date with you. First he took you to this beautiful rooftop garden cafe in the heart of Gangnam. Then, staying on the nature theme, he took you to a rose garden nearby. You two walked around for a bit and talked, enjoying this one on one time with each other. After enjoying the garden and clicking a few pictures, you two made your way into Hongdae for the night as that night there was a cultural food festival happening with street food from all around the world. Jungwon knew how much you loved learning about different cultures, and you were both foodies, so it was the perfect end to a perfect date.

After that you two didn't talk about where you'd go from there anymore. You two had gotten quite busy with this collab, as you had less than a month to learn the song, record it, then learn the dance, record it.

But Jungwon didn't make it easy for you. Grabbing your waist and hips whenever he'd walk by you, pecking your lips while resting his hand on your ass after each run through of the song, hugging you from behind as you monitored the recordings, hugging you and hiding his face in your neck when he got turned on from dancing, grazing his hand against your chest, holding your hand whenever he got the chance, and leaving sweet kisses on your cheek to encourage you. And let's not forget the nicknames and the praises he'd give you after a successful practice. "You did a good job princess", "What do you think baby, we can go one more time right?", "Wow, you do that move really well my pretty girl", "Good girl, you did well".

It was pure torture for your heart and your hormones.

So yeah the video was coming out today and you were nervous. I guess you're expecting Jungwon to be nervous too right? I mean ENGENES might go insane seeing this and he might be scared of receiving a lot of backlash.

Wrong.

Since he woke up this motherfucker had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, prancing around his dorm just counting down the minutes before the video is released.

Finally it was time so all of ENHYPEN sat around the living room, pulling the video up on their TV.

"Alright~," Jake cheered. "I'm so excited, let's go." He pressed play and all the members focused on the video.

Everyone pretty much had the same reaction as the video went out. Most of the members were pretty quiet, jaws slack except for the occasional gasps and small commentary. Sunoo's hand was over his mouth and he was the one talking the most, things like "Jungwon-ah seriously?! Wah this is too much!" leaving his mouth. Niki just kept laughing while Jungwon sat there with the proudest smirk on his face.

After it ended he paused the video. "So, what did you all think of our collab?"

Jay just shook his head with a shocked expression on his face. "Man.. I don't know how you were able to keep your cool Won-ah."

Heeseung hummed, eyes still trained on the now black TV screen. "I don't know what I'd do if I was the one in your place.. I'd probably be too nervous to even go through with it."

Jungwon wasn't stupid and he wasn't blind either. You're beautiful, you're hot, you're desirable. He knew his members thought so as well but they had never expressed it that much until today.

Jake bit his lips and rolled his eyes, slouching on the couch and almost falling off of it as he groaned. "Don't put that image in my mind Hyung! God I wish she asked me instead of Jungwon. She's so hot I would feel so honored if she asked me to do this dance with her."

"You wouldn't know what to do with her," Sunghoon teased.

"And you would?" Heeseung scoffed. "If anything, it would be me or Jay if not Jungwon."

"What about me?" Niki suggested. "I'm the best dancer out of all of you."

Sunoo glared at him and hit his shoulder. "You're still a baby."

Niki shrugged. "Still know when to appreciate a pretty girl though."

Jungwon clenched his jaw, deciding if he should step in now and use his leader card or not. Technically you two weren't official yet so he couldn't even prevent his members from fanboying over you.

"Stop it guys," Jungwon lightly scolded. "We shouldn't talk about her in that way."

"Oh you don't get a say in this," Jay defended. "You got the luckiest out of all of us, let us fanboy in peace."

"Well hurry up," he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's coming over soon and I don't want her to hear you guys objectifying her."

Jake's eyes widened at his leader's words. "Eh?! Y/N is coming here?!"

Jungwon nodded. "Yeah, we're hanging out."

Jungwon wanted to tell them that this was technically a 2nd date, but he didn't know if you wanted anyone to know you two are seeing each other yet.

Jake screamed excitedly and started hitting Heeseung's shoulder. "Hyung! Hyung! Do you think I should ask her out?"

Jungwon's eyes widened. Jake liked you??

Heeseung had his arms crossed and he just laughed amusedly at Jake. "You really think you're her type? I'm her bias!

"Actually she biases me too," Jay corrected.

"Actually she biases all three of us.." Jungwon mumbled but no one heard him.

Jake nodded. "But she said in an interview that she finds Australian accents the hottest, specifically Brisbane accents. And where am I from? Brisbane Australia, that's right baby~."

"She also likes tall guys older than her," Heeseung said. "I'm the tallest and oldest here."

"We have more things in common and our values match the best," Jay argued.

Sunghoon just crossed his arms and laughed, shaking his head at the craziness ensuing. He eyed Jungwon who was sitting there with a pout on his face and laughed even more. "Imma stay out of this one, looks like she has enough suitors after her anyways."

Of course Sunghoon thought you were pretty and would have liked to get closer to you in a romantic setting, but under different circumstances. He was one of Jungwon's roommates, Sunghoon along with Niki and Sunoo knew well Jungwon had a huge crush on you.

The three eldest continued bickering as Jungwon just sat there listening to them, his mood having been completely shifted from earlier. This went on until the doorbell rang and everyone froze.

"Shit," Jake said. "That's her isn't it? Fuck do I look good?"

"Why would you need to look good when I'm the one she needs to focus on," Heeseung retorted as he opened his phone camera to fix his hair.

"Yah someone get the door don't make her wait!" Jay yelled.

Being closest to the door Niki got up to open it for you. "Hey Noona," he greeted.

"Hi Niki!" you chirped. You walked inside and took your shoes off, seeing all the guys sat there. "Ah, you're all here, hey!"

Everyone greeted you as you placed your bag down. You expected Jungwon to be more enthusiastic seeing you but all he did was mutter a 'hello'.

"Hey Y/N!" Jake greeted. "Come sit here."

You were gonna sit next to Jungwon, but seeing there's more space near Jake you went there instead.

Completely missing how Jungwon balled his fists up.

"So we just watched your collab with Jungwon," Jay started. "You both did really well! And you looked absolutely stunning by the way."

You blushed from the pair of 8 eyes on you. "Th-thank you Oppa.."

"Yah, are we making you blush?" Heeseung asked smirking.

"N-no!" you firmly denied but your sudden red cheeks gave it away. "It's just... hot."

"It's 'cuz I'm next to you huh," Jake teased making you giggle.

Jungwon rolled his eyes and stood up abruptly, making everyone look to him but his eyes were only on you. "I'll be in my room. Let me know when you wanna hang out with me."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, exchanging weird glances before they went back to some other topic of conversation. You couldn't focus so you also got up, excusing yourself as you made your way to Jungwon's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

You walked in and saw him laying down in his bed, scrolling through his phone. "Hey Won.."

He glanced at you then went back on his phone. "What's up?"

"You okay?" You didn't want to bother him incase he was mad at you so you opted to sit on the edge Sunghoon's bed. "You just kinda up and left.. barely acknowledged me too."

Jungwon spared you another glance before he sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over so he was also on the edge of his bed. "If you're gonna come and check on me, at least don't do it while sitting on another man's bed."

You immediately realized what was wrong, getting up and sitting right next to Jungwon. You boldly grabbed his hand and caressed it. "Jungwon-ah, what's going on? I feel like you don't wanna hang out anymore."

He let out another sigh as he gathered his feelings. "Sorry Y/N I.. I just got j-jealous.."

"Jealous? Of me sitting next to Jake? I wanted to come next to you but he offered and –"

"Not just that," he interrupted. "Before you came we were watching the 'Cake' dance cover, and my Hyungs seemed to have really taken a liking towards you."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. "Is that so?"

He nodded as a pout started forming on his pink lips. "Then Jake Hyung said he wanted to ask you out."

"What?!" you said shocked. "Jake wants to ask me out??"

Jungwon glared at you. "Yah.. why do you seem so excited?"

You giggled at his reaction and shook your head. "Not excited, just surprised. I didn't think he had a thing for me."

"They all do!" he groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. "Heeseung Hyung, Jay Hyung, and Jake Hyung at least."

"So why didn't you tell them we were going on our 2nd date today?"

"I was gonna, it was on the tip of my tongue. But then I thought about you and how maybe you'd wanna keep it private so I said nothing. But then they kept talking and I realized.. maybe I'm not as good for you as I thought I was."

You tilted your head in confusion. "Jungwon what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your ideal type. You like taller and older guys; I'm barely taller than you and I'm younger than you. Heeseung Hyung is both of those. You find Australian accents very sexy; Jake Hyung has that and I can barely even speak English. Your values, your upbringings, your mentality is so mature; I think I'm mature but your maturity level matches Jay Hyung the most. You have a thing for hands.. and all three of them have such pretty hands even ENGENE go crazy over them... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.."

You were shocked at Jungwon's outburst and decided to wrap his arm around your shoulder and wrap yours around his torso as you leaned into him. Jungwon gladly accept the side hug and you two stayed there a while basking in the silence. "Jungwon-ah," you called looking up at him. "An ideal type is honestly so unrealistic. I think it's nearly impossible to find one person that'll 100% match your ideal type. I mean just take mine as an example; you just named three different people in your group that have different qualities off my ideal type list. Not one member matches everything I want."

Jungwon shrugged. "Yeah you're right.. I think that made me feel better."

"Also, why are you putting yourself down like that? You're taller than me, you speak English very well! Who cares if you don't have an Australian accent? Your voice is hot on its own. And as far as your hands go.. well, I think you have very nice hands."

Jungwon raised an eyebrow as he smirked. "Oh yeah? Tell me more about that."

You hummed as you cuddle into Jungwon more. "I think I should wait on that till we have a bit more privacy. What I feel about your hands is not exactly.. rated PG."

Jungwon's smirk was wiped off his face and replaced with a cute dimple smile when you cupped his face in your hands.

"Jungwon-ah.. I want you. Not your members but you. Haven't I made that clear enough?"

He nodded. "You did baby, you did... I'm sorry I just let jealousy control my thoughts like that. When we decide to become official then I promise I'll work on it."

You frowned. "When? Are you really gonna let such a perfect moment like this go to waste?"

Jungwon's eyes widened. "Y-you mean if I ask you now you'll say yes?"

"Well you gotta try right?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.

Jungwon giggled and pecked your lips. "My sweet sweet baby, will you officially become my girlfriend?" Your response was a long kiss in return. Once you pulled away Jungwon kissed your cheek. "You ready to go on that date now my love?"

You nodded, standing up and pulling him with you. "Yup, let's go."

"Ah before that, we gotta stop in the living room so I can brag to my members about you being my girlfriend."

#enhypen #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen imagines #jungwon imagines #jungwon #enhypen reactions

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sleepy-gee · 1 month

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☕️ stomachache - snowjanus week day 3

☕️day 3: angst ☕️ Sejanus couldn't control much in his life, so he controlled what he could– What he ate, for example.

☕️ trigger warnings: eating disorders (anorexia/bullimia), arguments, lowkey stalking lol...

☕️ a/n: the cost of being my blorbo is becoming my punching bag. sorry sej. but anyway, as ms. gray stated, hunger is a weapon in panem.. so why not explore that?

It was an awful, awful habit. Sejanus knew that. So why couldn’t he stop? That’s what he didn’t know.

Eating was a natural human right. Something that everyone should be able to do, free of charge and guilt. Hunger wasn’t meant to be used as a weapon, yet it was so effortlessly. It made him sick. Sick enough to not want to eat ever again. If others couldn’t eat, then why should he be able to? He was profiting off of that very fact alone. And he couldn’t do a single damn thing about it.

How was everyone so calm about this? Why was everyone so calm about this, too? Just because they couldn’t see it didn’t mean it didn’t exist. Their own ignorance and egos were causing thousands to starve. The Capitol was everyone’s government. It was supposed to keep everyone safe, keep everything in order. Yet they were letting their citizens starve. And they were okay with that? And the cherry on top of it all was that he was supposed to agree with this, fit in with these people and their ideals.

He couldn’t help. He couldn’t control anything about this. He was powerless

.But he could control what he ate.

It was twisted therapy. Destroy yourself for the sake of what? A little control? Making a pool of power for yourself because you’re tired of dipping your toes in others? It’s a lot easier said than done, though. Going against his own survival instincts and rewiring his own brain to deny one of the three essential things necessary to survive.

It felt good, though. Or so he kept telling himself. It was hard at first, changes like that always are. But after a few months? Food itself felt foreign.

The weight loss was just the cherry on top. Sejanus was a foodie. Everyone knew that, and it showed. If anything, it was supposed to be a good thing. It showed he was taken care of, he was able to eat. That was supposed to be a good thing, but after moving to the Capitol, he found out it wasn't. Pretty privilege existed, and it was potent. He'd found that out the hard way.

The rituals would kick in when life got stressful, and for a while, things wouldn't seem so bad.

It was wrong.. Very, very wrong.

But he had it under control.

So well under control, that no one noticed. He'd still accept meals and snacks.. Just throw them away later or save them for "later".

Or so he thought.

One head turned at his chaos, and that head belonged to Coriolanus Snow. The boy he considered his best friend. He knew his best friend was putting on a giant front most of the time, having his own issues with food– Another way of disposing his own– He didn't have enough, and that broke his heart. Even in the elite Capitol, people still went hungry.

...

Coriolanus was able to read the signs very, very easily and very well. From the way Sejanus would take deep breaths after climbing stairs to dipping his head for a moment to fight off the abyss after standing for too long.

Why was a Plinth boy of all people going hungry?

Coriolanus decided to conduct a mini investigation of his own– If the Plinth's were going hungry, then things must really be bad.

The investigation lasted around a month. The tricky part was he had to integrate the Plinth boy into his daily routine enough to observe him, and leave enough room to write him out when he got his results.

He started small, sitting with him at lunch when he didn't have plans with others. The first thing he noticed was that he did have food on his tray. It just wasn't a lot (for Sejanus' standards, at least). There was a sandwich of some kind that made his mouth water and a glass of water on the side. Sejanus would usually get up to refill the glass once or twice, focusing more on that than the sandwich.

The second thing he noticed was that he never ate the sandwich in its entirety. He'd take a bite or pick at it, but that was all. Did he not like it? Did he still have enough money to afford food, just not as much? Was it that disposable?

He'd fest that. On the day the Academy didn't provide lunch, he asked, "Mind if I have some of that sandwich? I'm afraid breakfast wasn't enough."

Sejanus simply shrugged and set the whole thing on his plate. "Knock yourself out.. Just mind the cheese. I know you can't stomach that stuff."

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of it anyway. He nearly sighed at the taste– It was a simple beef and cheese sandwich, but it was heavenly. "You know I'm lactose intolerant? I don't think I've mentioned that."

"You did." Sejanus watched him carefully as he ate. "Once.. Guess I remembered."

Huh. Odd.

That doesn't matter, though. What does is the answer to his question– He has access to food, and just refuses it. Now the next question.

Over the next few days, if he was able to get his hands on a snack of some kind, he'd offer it to Sejanus.. Who would always decline. Every single time.

"Are you sure? It's really no trouble."

Sejanus would shake his head no with a kind, tired smile. "It's alright.. I'm still stuffed from this morning."

Funny. I heard your stomach rumbling for nearly all of 2nd period.

Denying food and lying about it, plus the fatigue..

Oh.. What an interesting turn of fates.

And the cherry on top? Running off to the bathroom after encounters where he did have to eat.

Now all that was left was the confrontation– Insider information. Wrap everything in a nice bow. The question was.. How?

A gentle conversation was for the best.. Especially considering Sejanus. He looked like he wanted to cry when he was reprimanded in the slightest.

Coriolanus decided to try one day after class. "Sejanus.. Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?" He asked once everyone had filtered out of the room.

"Sure."

Coriolanus wet his lips. No point in beating around the bush. "Why do you never eat?"

Sejanus froze. ".. I do. Just not as much as I used to do."

"Really? I haven't seen you touch a crumb of food in the past month or so.. You deny it. And you look mortified when you do have to eat."

"It's.. It's nothing. Can we please just drop this?" Sejanus pleaded, already sounding agitated. He must've hit a nerve. Why not hit it again?

"No one likes a liar.. Come on, we're friends. Talk to me.. Why do this to yourself?"

“I can’t give you the answer you’re looking for.” Sejanus responded, tone uncharacteristically cold. Maybe that's what happens when someone reaches their breaking point.

Coriolanus laughed humorlessly. “Yes, you can. You just don’t want to. I’m getting bored of this tortured hero act, Sej. Stop acting like you have it so bad.”

“You really love to listen to yourself talk, don’t you?” Sejanus said with an exasperated scoff. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, so stop assuming that you do.” The tension in the air felt so thick, you could cut it with a knife. “You don’t know anything about me. And you don’t want to, so why bother?”

Coriolanus’ eyes darkened. “I know more than you think- I know a naive boy when I see one. I see a boy who so desperately wants something wrong in his life to explain why he’s feeling a certain way, when the truth is, his life is beyond perfect and he should just shut his damn mouth.”

“How is my life beyond perfect? You h-” He started.“

Oh, give me a break.” The boy cut him off, taking a few threatening steps closer as he spoke. “You can fool your Ma and your Pa with that sob story, but you can’t fool me. Look at you- Rescued from a lifetime of poverty, with everything you could want and more handed to you on a silver platter, and yet you still refuse to chew. Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Sejanus.”

Sejanus swallowed thickly. “I just think that-”

“Oh no, I’m not done.” Coriolanus interjected yet again. “No, I think it’s time you hear something along the lines of grow the hell up. You want change so bad? Go out. Change something. You have money. You have a powerful family name. Stop bitching and moaning like a wounded puppy and go do something with your life, for th-”

“I don’t have money. My father does. You think I haven’t tried?” Sejanus spat, voice wavering with emotion. “I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve tried to set up a fund for the districts, or tried to maybe set up some sort of fundraiser. I have tried everything. And it’s still not enough. So excuse me for feeling a little hopeless.”

Coriolanus laughed like he had heard the funniest joke in the world. “That’s your defense, boy? Saying you did and now you’re giving up? God, you’re not good at this.. I’m trying to help you.”

“By doing what?"

“By knocking some sense into you. The world isn’t out to get you like you think it is. It’s actually working in your favor, just not the way you want it to.”

Sejanus fell quiet for a good while. Normally, this would've meant defeat or submission, but there was no grief in his eyes. Only anger- Anger for what was, and what could've been.

“You think I'm playing the broken hero? You're the one running around and trying to fix things that don't even involve you! A month ago, you wanted me dead, I'm sure of it. But now, suddenly you're in my face? So what if I don't eat? That's my choice!” He cried, tears stinging his eyes. "What does it matter to you what I do? Wouldn't it be for the best if I weren't in your way?"

Sejanus had a point.. But he refused to admit it. They were making too much of a scene. He needed to get it under control before this became the school's latest gossip. ".. Because you are my friend. I may not always show it the best, but.. I do care. And I don't like watching my friends suffer."

".. How am I supposed to trust that? Why the sudden change of heart?"

Coriolanus placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Because I know what it's like to be hungry. And I wouldn't wish it upon anyone.."

Sejanus looked up at him, brown eyes full of tears. ".. I just don't know what else to do "

"I'll help you.. I promise." Sejanus nodded. Good. He had him back in the palm of his hand. He sealed the interaction with a hug before pulling away. "Now, let's get you back to class, hm?"

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#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosbas #thg #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coryo snow #sej plinth #sleepysnowjanusweek #snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus #coryo x sej

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cutiedwaekki · 2 months

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BADTZ-MARU

— math is the love of my life.

Bangchan x Changbin

summary : Students at SKZ High School found a great way to learn math without the knowledge of their math teacher, Mr. Seo

contain : weight gain ; sort of humiliation; stuffing; a lot ; math ; SFW

A/n : initially this came from a joke (@nana-kom you know 👀) but i hope that you will like it ♡

Honestly you can clearly see how much i love math HAHAHA

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

"Okay class, open your textbook to page 43, and we'll continue with the lesson from last time".

Professor Seo's voice echoed around the room, and he knew how to command the respect of his students, who listened carefully and with great attention.

Admittedly, talking about Neperian logarithms wasn't the most exciting thing, but teacher Seo always knew how to make the class fun and interesting. And let's be honest, the students loved watching him. Sure, he wasn't very tall, to the point where some of his students were taller than him, which hurt his ego, but he was quite imposing with his muscular build, making all the girls who saw him as the ideal man and the boys who wished they had his body squint.

How could a man with such a perfect figure love something as complex as maths? He looked like a jock but talk like a nerd !

Even some teachers wondered. His name Changbin, he aroused the curiosity of many. At just 24 years of age, he had already graduated as a full professor and was proudly teaching at SKZ high school.

Physically, he came across as cold, authoritarian and even frightening. Even the tone of his voice was hoarse. But in reality he was so bubbly, naive, almost innocent.

His former students still had the image in their minds of inviting their teacher to a karaoke party to celebrate their graduation, not expecting him to dance so energetically to popular girlgroup songs.

Changbin was a mystery in itself, a polynomial equation of the second degree;

Difficult to solve when you don't know. Hard to spot if you don't have the eye. Difficult to understand if you're not paying attention.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At lunchtime, Changbin greeted the students and left, almost skipping back to the administration office where he was a member in order to put his things on his desk.

—"You're the only one who's this jovial on a Monday" commented Chaeryeong, his colleague and friend, also a teacher but of Korean. "Clearly I don't know how you can expend so much energy and still be energetic" she said with a sigh.

—That's right, it's Monday! Which means that this lunchtime it's yachaejeon for lunch" he exclaimed proudly.

Ah yes, maths aside, Changbin was a real foodie, so every occasion was perfect for eating. He didn't just eat his food, he savored it.

—"Pff, I'm not surprised that you're still single".

Chaeryeong left the advisory board first, followed by a Changbin displeased with her words.

Clearly no one was unaware of Changbin's love of food. If the students wanted to woo him, they'd offer him chocolates so he could write his report and get a better grade.

So if you wanted to woo him ... you just had to appeal to his sweet tooth right?

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

At least that's what Chaeryeong had said, Chan had clearly noted every one of her words in hiq notebook. She had clearly said, "If you want Changbin to be interested in you, you have to either flirt with him with weird math puns or please his stomach."

So Bahng Christopher Chan, a sports teacher, had decided to try everything to attract the attention of Changbin, the popular maths teacher who had melted his heart.

It all started at the beginning of the school year, when Chan was transferred to Korea after a few years as a sports teacher in Australia. Although he had a confident build and appearance, his first day had been very stressful: he knew no one, everyone seemed busy with their own subjects and problems to come and help a teacher whose subject wasn't even seens as essential.

All except Changbin

At lunchtime, he sat down with him in the refectory, smiled broadly and told him "It's always confusing on the first day of school, even as a teacher".

That smile, that ease with socializing, that way of putting him at ease

He'd fallen straight under his spell.

Now you can understand why, on that Monday morning, when Changbin was giving a fascinating lecture on Neperian logarithm to his class, Chan had come up to Chaeryeong and begged her to give him some advice.

He would at least hope it would work, he really wanted Changbin to feel as loved as Chan felt when he came to talk to him.

.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"So what does the triangle say to the circle?"

—"....I don't know but i guess you're going to tell me."

—"You're pointless"

Clearly a normal morning for Changbin, taking a coffee break with Chaeryeong who, although annoyed by his friend's jokes, always paid attention and listened to him, showing how much the brunette meant to her despite her bored expression.

—"I've got one too", said Chan, suddenly intruding on their conversation. Chaeryeong didn't mind, knowing Chan's intention while avoiding Changbin's math joke and laugh.

—"Go ahead, but I warn you, I know all the jokes.

So Chan took a straight, serious look before clearing his throat and speaking, "Are...are you a 45-degree angle? because you're perfect".

Changbin clearly didn't expect this, he was half flattered and half confused as a blush grew on his face. "Nice one... you got me" he said before chuckling, seeming not to understand the meaning behind the joke that was so obviously a pickup line more than a joke.

But before Chan could retort, Changbin moved away, adding that it was time for him to get to class.

—"I told you, he's slow to understand, so if you really want to seduce him, seduce his stomach!" Chaeryeong exclaimed, crossing her arms before walking away towards her desk, leaving Chan and his hand full of maths pick-up lines writtend on his hand.

Maybe she was right

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"Chae' did you put that box on my desk?"

—"Yes, because I've been madly in love with you for years and I only chose to tell you now."

Changbin just chuckled at his friend's sarcastic reply, he was intrigued by the large box in front of him, a sort of basket with a whole heap of goodies, he supposed it must have been a parent who had sent it to him, as a member of the school board and a maths teacher, he was the one whose parents turned to him to help their child find a good school or even get into the best one.

There was a letter, he would just have to know.

The outside of the letter was a pretty pink color, it was so cute, the inside, on the other hand, was empty, no message of thanks, no declaration of love, just a sentence

Are you √2? 'Cause I feel irrational around you!

From : C.B

He closed the letter as quickly as it had been opened and moved away from her, blushing. Clearly he hadn't expected that and this person seemed to know a thing or two about mathematics to concoct a pick-up line for him that honestly seemed to work well.

—"You're so dramatic, just take the sweet and shut up or I'll shove it in your mouth".

Before pissing off his friend, Changbin mumbled a few apologies before sitting down on his desk, unwrapping the wrapping before starting to nibble on some sweets while he worked.

What he didn't suspect was that in the distance a certain sports teacher was staring impatiently in his direction, more than a little proud that his plan had worked, if he kept at it he'd one day be able to confess himself to him and they'd be together forever.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ.+.

—"You know, you should slow down with the sweets."

—"And throw all that free food? Impossible" Changbin didn't even seem to react to her remark and just finished eating his doughnut, his cheek covered in powdered sugar.

—"Fine , but don't complain because you've put on weight" Chaeryeong sighed, deciding to move on as her worries to his friend went unheard.

After all, gifts from this secret admirer were becoming more and more frequent? In addition to chocolates and candies, Changbin had recently been treated to pastries ranging from muffins to doughnuts. One thing was certain, these foods were always eaten by Changbin, who hated wasting. Nevertheless, all these caloric excesses meant that after several weeks without knowing this mysterious secret admirer, the maths teacher was seriously starting to put on weight.

It was nothing at first, just a swollen abdomen and plumper cheeks. Then his thighs started rubbing together, his ass making every pair of jeans hard to wear. His belly swelled relentlessly, pushing against her shirts where between each button you could see his fat.

With all these changes, you'd think Mr Seo would have decided to go on a diet and exercise more. But he always had a reason to put it off.

"I have to correct test"

"I've got to do subjects for my class".

"I have to prepare a presentation for the administration office ".

Eventually, he became accustomed to this weight, and it even became one of his charms.

At least, the students were sure they could tempt the teachers with a few sweets, but no one was surprised to see him eating such large quantities in the canteen.

And Chan ... let's just say that he discovered that he was madly in love with Changbin, he had fallen even more for his body.

Seeing him eat so happily, rubbing his belly after a meal. Worst of all, once, when they'd both stayed late at school, he walked past the board office and caught him playing with his belly, resting it on the edge of the table and then dropping it back onto his lap.

Since, his deliveries of sweets had become more frequent and in greater quantities. And if at first his pick-up lines on maths were amusing and cute, they were becoming more and more sexual in nature, like :

Baby, I wish you were x2 and I was x3/3 so I could be the area under your curve.

I know my math. And you've got one significant figure

I'd like to be your math tutor for the night: add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!

I like fractions, do you want to do some with me? I am like a numerator because I like to be on top.

At first he was afraid his words might go too far and scare Changbin, especially when he saw him hurry off, taking all the letters and some cakes and running to the toilet.

Chan was worried he'd gone too far. Luckily, it was during the holidays, so there were no students in sight.

After all, nobody but Chan needed to hear him moaning as he masturbated AND eating in the bathroom...

Changbin seemed to like this secret admirer very much indeed.

But would he still love him if he found out it was Chan?

.(・∀・).+.

—"Don't you think Mr. Seo has put on weight?"

—"Are you kidding, I feel like he's getting fatter each day!"

— "Stop it, that's not nice! Mr. Seo is a good teacher and we shouldn't make fun of him".

—"We're not making fun of him Lily, we're just noticing that the function f(x) of his weight is equal to eⁿ with its limit n when n times to infinity equal to plus infinity"

—"Who are you trying to impress with your formulas?"

- "The positive side is that at least his weight makes us study our courses"

—"Do you really want to do math from the teacher's weight?"

—"I bet you I can create a whole problem"

—"Bet? If you fail, you'll have to do my homework for 3 weeks."

—"Bet"

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Coach Bang there you are! You're in a good mood, aren't you?" commented one of the admins.

—"That's because I've got a date tonight with my crush" he said as he whistled happily, causing various whispers in the room.

—"You have a crush ? Who is she? Is it a teacher from here?"

—"I bet it's Chaeryeong, you always go to the admission office !"

Chan just chuckled and grabbed an apple from one of the fruit baskets before putting down some files. He was about to leave without saying anything, but couldn't resist adding, "I never said it was a woman", creating a huge hubbub in the room as everyone debated the lucky one.

At the same time, Changbin entered the office, handing over some files for next year's re-enrolment of his second-year class.

He smiled innocently as he waddled happily along.

—"Oh, looks like you've got a date tonight too, Mr. Seo" commented Felix, one of the secretaries.

—"How did you guess ?"

—"Mr Bahng dropped by earlier and he was just as euphoric as you."

At these words, Changbin could only blush, his phone began to vibrate, and he quickly deposited his file before claiming an emergency at the admissions office.

-"It's crazy, they're all going to have a date tonight, what a nice coincidence" commented Yerim.

—"What if it's not a coincidence ?"

.+.(・∀・).+.

It was getting late, almost everyone had left. All except Changbin, who stayed late to design his lessons for his students. He always tried to make everything fun and entertaining. Even if he was in charge of several classes, he would create each subject for each student, confronting them with their difficulties so that they could improve, but above all not compare themselves with those who had some facility in maths.

He was a very devoted teacher to his students and to his subject. So much so that he didn't feel a presence enter his office until he came up and hugged him from behind.

—"Channie! What are you doing here so late?"

Chan chuckled before pitting his lips against his lover's. "You promised me you'd be home. But you weren't when I rang the bell, so I assumed you were still there".

Changbin couldn't help blushing, he was ashamed that Chan had waited outside his house to finally come back here. But Chan seemed to notice his concern and ruffled his soft hair before adding, "I bough us something to eat!"

—"Oh, you shouldn't have Channie, I told you next time I was paying" changbin pouted before nudging his lover gently.

—"Get off work early and maybe you'll finally invite me in for dinner" he said with a sneer.

But as Chan brought out the bowls of noodles, he was surprised to count 3. He looked up at Chan, especially when he opened two bowls of noodles towards him, while he was content with just one.

Changbin was certainly naive, but not stupid, and he put his hand on his belly and rubbed it, a sort of habit he'd acquired since his belly rested on his knees.

—"Why do I get two bowls and you don't?"

Chan, who had started to eat, choked, looked up at him shyly and pretexted "it was the offer, two bought one free".

—"More like you're trying to fatten me up!

—"So what? Doesn't it work?"

—"I've had to change clothes sizes three times since the beginning of the year."

—"I'm just trying to keep you healthy", he said, grabbing one of the bowls and feeding it directly to Changbin, who didn't seem really surprised by it. In fact, he was used to it.

—"As a sports coach, wouldn't your aim be to keep me fit? I used to be an musclar".

But chan chuckle, it's true that if Changbin had put on so much weight it was mostly dut to his secret admirer who liked to send him sweets and puck up lines about maths.

—I should, but I love you more than your body. And I like to have something to hold on to, if you know what I mean".

At his words, Changbin coughed lightly and gave him a light tap on the shoulder, while Chan smiled in satisfaction.

—"So you love me like this?"

—"I love every one of your curves Binnie, I could kiss your whole body to prove it"

—"What if... I liked it too? What if I wanted more? Would you like that?"

—"You can do what you like with your body, my love, I'll be there to support you, but if you want to put on weight, I'd be delighted to help you, I love to see you eat well"

Chan underestimated the impact of his words on Changbin; he seemed to be zoning out, but in reality, he was just holding back a groan. The mix of being fed plus being worshipped by Chan was a big turn-on for him, who just continued to eat in silence while Chan fed him, commenting on how handsome he was, how cute his belly was, how his ass drove him crazy.

The evening had begun to unravel when, by the end of the second bowl of noodles, Changbin's shirt was stretched to the limit, his belly showing through the gaps in the shirt as his buttons struggled to stay in place.

As soon as his shirt ripped, the two of them looked at each other, obviously just as excited by it.

—"Do you want to do it here?" Changbin whispered.

—"The closet on the second floor is always empty, there's no surveillance camera.

—"It's ... too far"

—"Don't worry I'll carry you my sweet prince, you'll have nothing to do, just enjoy"

—"Channie I'm too big for you to carry"

But Chan didn't seem worried and complied, carrying the brunette in bridal style. "I'm training to lift weights at the gym for this moment my love"

—"You're such a cliché"

—"But you love me for it"

—"Sure, now please , show me that my body is the nicest arc length you've ever seen."

.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Don't you find that Coach Bahng often goes to the admission office ?"

—"Have you noticed it too?"

—"Yeah, but if it's not for Miss Lee or Miss Park I really don't see why."

—"Don't you know? I hear he likes men!"

—"Really? Then it would be for the interim Yang?"

—"I think so too"

Suddenly, another, deeper voice interrupted their conversation: it was Felix.

—"You know there's also Mr. Seo".

Yet they both looked at him before a face of disgust formed.

—"Not that we don't like Mr Seo, Changbin oppa is so nice and funny, but he doesn't seem the type to please a sports coach, if you know what I mean".

Felix was puzzled; he liked the gossip between secretaries, but here they were clearly belittling a teacher over his physical appearance. Just as he was about to give a speech on the importance of not judging a book by its cover, a group of students rushed in, all looking shocked as if they'd seen a ghost.

—"What's the matter, Ji-Seok?"

—"It's Mr. Bahng and Mr. Seo they're ...."

—"What's going on? Has something bad happened?" Felix asked worriedly, putting his hand on the high school student's shoulder, as if to reassure him. The boy looked so panicked that something serious must have happened!

—"My friends and I were on our way to the music club when we heard a noise in the 2nd floor closet . We wanted to see who it was and... we caught Coach Bahng and Mr. Seo having... you know ".

At this news, all jaws dropped, only Felix smirked slightly and turned to the two secretaries who were talking about Coach Bahng's love life.

—'Not the type to please a coach uh?"

All day long, the rumor of Coach Bahng and maths teacher Seo making out in a closet was spreading fast, and honestly, neither of them had tried to deny it.

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

—"Yes Gaeul?"

—"Mr. Seo is it true you're dating Coach Bahng?"

Changbin couldn't help blushing at this question, which made some students laugh as they felt they'd had their answer

—"Let's talk about the chapter please, then. To determine the directing vector of a straight line given by a Cartesian equation, you need..."

—"What do you like about him?"

—"Who made the first move?"

—"Is it true that you fucked in the establishment?"

–"I hear he's a chubby chaser!"

At exactly that moment, Changbin sighed heavily; he was definitely too close to his class

—"You know what? You clearly don't want to study, and I don't feel like teaching today" he said before taking a seat, looking far too exhausted for someone who'd been standing for 35 minutes. The students at the beginning shouted victory, as if they were going to get answers to their questions.

Unfortunately, they forgot for a moment that Changbin was still a maths teacher who loved his subject a little too much...

–"At the next class, I'll give you a test, and if everyone has more than 95, I'll answer all your questions."

With a satisfied smile, he took a chocolate bar out of his pocket and ate it as he saw all his students suddenly get down to work, as if scalar product had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

Unfortunately, Changbin was a victim of his own success: his students were so passionate that on the next test, they all got more than 95...

If only he knew that it wasn't only Chan who was passionate about his body...

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

Only if what was meant to be a joke between classmates became a real exercise, which at first spread through the class, making a few laugh.

But the exercise began to leak out to other classes.

Surprisingly, you'd think the students would laugh at Professor Seo, but he was far too proud of his body to take this sort of thing the wrong way.

How did the exercise leak out? It was Professor Seo who did it.

He had caught Jin-seok reading a piece of paper in class, and taking it, thinking it was some sweet words he was exchanging with a student, he was surprised when he read the statement.

—"We're trying to determine Professor Seo's weight. Let's consider u0 as the professor's initial weight such that u0 = 65 kg of reason 5.5 and n the number of months such that u(n+1) = u0 + n + 5.5.

Determine when it will be before Professor Seo can no longer walk through the door".

The whole class froze, sure they'd enjoyed doing the exercise, maybe it had gone too far, but they all appreciated and respected Professor Seo.

Clearly they hadn't expected to see him push up his glasses and waddle over to the blackboard, copying out the statement.

—"It's pretty well formulated for high school students , to be honest, but to make it more realistic there are several things to take into account. Moreover, it is not specified whether the sequence is arithmetical or geometrical; we simply assume it by seeing u(n+1). What's more, we don't have any data on the door's circumference, and weight isn't a really determinable criterion of whether someone can pass through a door or not. Instead of looking for when Professor Seo won't be able to get through the door to give you a superb maths lesson, let's look instead for when his chair won't fit any more, bearing in mind that the weight limit is 115 kg. So as soon as (un) is greater than or equal to 115, this superb chair will no longer be suitable for my body. Any questions?"

The class was speechless, amazed at how down to earth their teacher was.

—"You... you're not mad?"

—"Why should I be? I'm very confident in my body, and I don't mind if my weight helps my students work harder. Look, you've all got together to create an exercise based on a joke, you've understood that maths is a funny thing once you understand it, that means I've made you want to learn. Look how much progress you've made this year, clearly if you don't all have your diplomas by the end of the school year I'll be very angry".

The whole class laughed. They were lucky to have a teacher like Mr. Seo. A man who loved maths and shared his love of the subject.

—"Sir, who do you prefer between maths and coach Bahng?"

—"Know your limits".

.+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.

So guys ... when will Professor Seo outgrow his chair ? 👀

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby changbin #chubby kpop

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Could we please get some headcanons on what Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire would do to celebrate their s/o's birthday? Thanks a bunch and happy birthday!

The ol' five character hitter again. Thank god this is the only fandom where this happens. Does kinda tank quality though having to do it for a full five especially since it's not my main hyperfixation anymore.

-You better believe Ann is going all out for your special day. It's only the most appropriate thing to do for her S/O.

-There was that super nice hotel buffet she and the rest of the thieves went to after they successfully changed Kamoshida's heart. You hadn't joined the group yet so that'd be a nice place to take you to.

-Even if you aren't a foodie, there's no way you're able to turn down high class food like that, especially since Ann likely spent a pretty penny to get you two in.

-After stuffing yourselves to your heart's content (and likely getting a few extra pounds you'd definitely need to work off), she takes you to Inokashira park for a peaceful stroll under the sunset.

-Soon you two sit down a bench for a break, when she gives you a small, wrapped box. Opening it up you find an attachable charm inside. The lines and finer details are a bit uneven, suggesting this was something Ann made herself.

She quickly reveals she has another one just like it on her bag to match yours, having wanted to give you something that felt unique. It was extremely heartwarming.

(Makoto's birthday is the day right after this post goes up, which means it's the day after mine.)

-Makoto is a bit anxious. She hadn't really had a proper birthday celebration, whether doing it or receiving it ever since her father died. Sae was unfortunately too busy for any of that stuff 99 percent of the time.

-Now that you two were dating, she was hoping to change that. She can't do anything extravagant but that wasn't going to stop her.

-She keeps it relatively simple. Instead of taking you out somewhere like Ann, she makes a home cooked meal from scratch and invites you over to her place.

-She'll treat you to whatever movie you want to watch from the comfort of inside and bring out the blankets, popcorn, and any other movie treats you like. Just...don't ask for a horror movie. Please.

-Makoto doesn't really have any gift ideas she's all that confident in, so she opted to instead spend the day with you and give you the attention you deserve. She hopes that through her actions she conveys how much she loves you.

-Take Makoto's nervousness/cluelessness, and double it. Now you have an idea of what celebrating someone else's birthday is like for Futaba.

-She very easily gets in her own head about what she should and shouldn't be doing for her S/O's birthday. Her birthdays even when her mom was alive were never exactly normal due to how busy she was, let alone after she died both before and after Sojiro took her in.

-After some reassurance from both Sojiro and Joker, she decides to just let it come naturally to her and be herself.

-She invites you over to her room as she usually does for a majority of your dates to play some video games and watch some shows. It doesn't have to be anime, it can just be whatever you want. She'll go at least a little easier when you're playing games too so you can have a chance at winning.

-You've most certainly been able to share most of your interests with Futaba, she wants to know about them just as much as she wants to share hers with you. This makes it pretty easy to get you a gift you'd like.

A shirt, an action figure, maybe a music album, something relating to your interest that even you probably didn't know existed. Either because it's custom made or that Futaba just really knows her way around the internet far better than you.

-You've been at a decently comfortable point in your relationship with Haru for a while now, and she is absolutely thrilled to be able to celebrate your birthday however you want.

-One might expect someone of her social standing to treat you to the highest class date money can buy, and she absolutely can, but she would much prefer something more intimate and heartfelt.

-She invites you over to her place where she has a stack of baked goods waiting for you two to share. Some ordered, some homemade. Also to offset the sheer amount of sugar, a more healthy meal she made herself, even having grown most if not all the ingredients.

-If there was anything you expressed a want to have, no matter how expensive it is, that is now your birthday gift as well. Depending on the price, your jaw is probably going to drop as Haru presents it like it's nothing with the sweetest smile on her face.

-If your appetite rivals that of Sumire and you're still hungry she's more than happy to cook/bake together with you, playfully throwing flour or water on each other and bantering. She's more than willing to get serious and teach you how to cook if needed, she likely has enough experience to do so.

-Of course no date with Haru is ever complete with the softest, warmest cuddles of your life, under a blanket together as you drift off to sleep or watch a movie. It never fails to get your heart beating faster as her smaller body buries into yours.

-Despite her demure, sweet demeanor, Sumire can be quite the go-getter due to her athletic background. This naturally translates to celebrations of any kind.

-Your wallet is thankfully spared for today as she treats you this time. It may or may not be too much for you to swallow everything down but either way she's happy. Either for the extra food or that you enjoy everything she throws at you and that you can match her appetite.

-After that, it's time for a jog around the park to work off all those extra calories. Some form of exercise is typical when spending time with her but she's lax for today as the the point is to celebrate you and the fact that you're here today. She'll be fine with slowing down to a walk too if that's more comfortable for you as you two share leisurely conversation with each other.

-She did manage to also find a decent gift for you thanks to advice from her parents. She presents you with a special, designer made perfume/cologne. Since you're working out with her so much she figured you could use something to help with the stink of doing so, and she wanted it to be something special.

-From then on you make a point to wear it on all your dates with her. She notices this but doesn't bring it up, feeling a bit too shy to do so.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura #haru okumura x reader #sumire yoshizawa #sumire yoshizawa x reader #x reader #persona headcanons #nova birthday bash #event

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The Sims 4 Taylor Swift Eras Challenge

Dear Reader,

It’s me! Hi! Welcome!

I sometimes fancy myself as a Mastermind. I had an idea of making a new Sims 4 legacy challange based on Taylor Swift’s Eras. First things first, I googled if something like it exist. I found @gillysims “Swiftacy” challenge and it was really awesome! (Tumblrhttps://gillysims.tumblr.com › postthe sims 4: swiftacy a 10 generation swiftie legacy challenge - Gillysims) We basically had the same idea but I still wanted to make the stories in my head happen. I decided there is no harm in trying. I could still make my own. So you might find a bit of similarities in our challenges. I also combined it with a little of @lilsimsie ‘s “Not-so-Berry” challenge. (Tumblrhttps://lilsimsie.tumblr.com › postNot So Berry Legacy Challenge - lilsimsie - Tumblr) I hope I didn’t do something bad and that it’s not forbidden or something.

I cooked it up in my head. I based every generation to a Taylor Swift era and songs from the corresponding album to make a story for each sim. I have no idea if the challenges are doable in one normal sim lifespan but hey, this is me trying. 😅

If you’d like to try it out for yourself please go ahead and don’t forget to share your experience and insights to me. Or if not, I guess I’m on my own, kid. #ts4TSeraslegacy

P.S. sorry for all the Taylor Swift puns. 😅

Gen 1 - Debut Era

Matriarch: Taylor Swift

Color: Emerald

Song inspirations: Our Song, Teardrops on My Guitar, You Should Have Said No

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Romantic, Creative, Music Lover

Story: You’re from a small town and loves country music. You have always wanted to be a musician ever since you can remember so you spend every minute making your dreams come true until you meet, fall in love and marry a guy who eventually broke your heart leaving you with child. You struggle at being the best mother tou can be to your child while also fulfilling your dreams.

- [ ] Complete Musical Genius aspiration

- [ ] Join the Entertainment Career (reach level 8 musician)

- [ ] Master Guitar Skill

- [ ] Master Singing Skill

- [ ] Achieve Global Superstar Status

- [ ] Marry someone who will eventually cheat on you

- [ ] Get divorced

- [ ] Become a single mother to one kid

Gen 2 - Fearless

Color: Gold

Song inspirations: You Belong with Me, Love Story, Fearless, The Way I Loved You, The Best Day

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Traits: Romantic, Family Oriented, Good

Story: Being an only child raised by a superstar single mother, you have spent your childhood mostly alone and you have always longed for a big happy household. You meet the love of your life as a teen but your parent hates him so you’d always sneak around. You help your boyfriend and mother patch things up and you marry him right after graduation. You become an ever loving partner and a super parent.

- [ ] Complete Big Happy Family aspiration

- [ ] Marry your teenage sweetheart

- [ ] Become a stay at home mother

- [ ] Have 6 kids

- [ ] Become best friends with your heir

- [ ] Be good friends with all your children

- [ ] Master Parenting Skill

Gen 3 - Speak Now

Color: Purple and Lavander

Song Inspirations: Dear John, Enchanted, Mine

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Romantic, Perfectionist, Foodie

Story: You have always loved food and would always cook with your parent, your best friend. You dream of being a chef someday. You’re parents had a perfect relationship and you have always wanted to find what they have. As a teen, you become good friends with a young adult whom you develop feelings for. When you come of age, you move with him to the city. He strings you along only to break your heart and ask you to just be friends. He marries another and move out. You’re heartbroken but you kept going until you meet the right person and spend the rest of your life together.

- [ ] Become best friends with your mom

- [ ] Cook together with mom all the time

- [ ] Move to the city

- [ ] Reach Level 9 of Culinary Career

- [ ] Master Cooking skill

- [ ] Master Gourmet Cooking skill

- [ ] Be married to a sims you are extremely attracted to

- [ ] Complete soulmate Aspiration

Gen 4 - Red

Color: Red

Song Inspirations: 22, I Knew You Were Trouble, We are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Everything has Changed, Begin Again

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Ambitious, Outgoing

Story: You have never found it hard to make friends. You are always surrounded by your good friends bur most of all you can always count on your childhood best friend. You strive to be a best selling author and you best friend have always supported you in everything. You marry a person who turned out to be insecure of your ambition and drive. As an adult, you caught him cheating with one of your good friends. You divorce him and turn to your best friend for comfort. You discover you are in love with your best friend and get married to them.

- [ ] Complete best selling author aspiration

- [ ] Master Writing skill

- [ ] Reach Level 9 of the writer career

- [ ] Have at least 3 good friends

- [ ] Have a childhood best friend

- [ ] Get married to the wrong person

- [ ] Have child/children

- [ ] Get a divorce

- [ ] Marry your best friend

Gen 5 - 1989

Color: Baby blue and white

Song inspirations: Welcome to New York, Blank Space

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Traits: Non-Comital, Hates Children, Snob

Story: You are a Style Influencer who moves to the city to pursue the high brow crowd. At a young age, you learn that love is fleeting so you get out of every relationship you ever had. You never wanted a family but a one night stand has gone wrong and you reluctantly became a single parent. You never liked children so you hire nannies regularly and you could focus on your career. A relationship with your heir is basically non-existent

- [ ] Complete Villainous Valentine aspiration

- [ ] Reach Level 10 of Style Influencer Career

- [ ] Master Charisma

- [ ] Master Painting

- [ ] Level 9 Writing

- [ ] Become a single parent

- [ ] Hire nanny regularly

- [ ] Have little relationship with your heir

- [ ] Become a Proper Celebrity

Gen 6 - Reputation

Color: Black

Song inspirations: Getaway Car, I Did Something Bad

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Evil, Slob, Materialistic

Story: You were neglected by your parent so you act out and chose a bad path. You had a relationship with a co-worker but you leave them at the altar not knowing you were pregnant. You raise your kid alone but realized that the criminal career is not working for you anymore because you wanted to be there for your child and be a good example so you changed careers to a mixologist because you have always liked a good drink.

- [ ] Complete Public Enemy Aspiration

- [ ] Become a minor crime lord

- [ ] Have a bad reputation

- [ ] Master Mischief skill

- [ ] Master Parenting skill

- [ ] Master mixology skill

- [ ] Change career to mixologist

- [ ] Leave someone at the altar

Gen 7 - Lover

Color: Pink and blue

Song Inspirations: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, Paper Rings

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: active, geek, cheerful

Story: You couldn’t shake of your parent’s bad reputation but your teenage sweetheart knows the real you. You are very indecisive so you enter different careers. You are fascinated about fitness, technology and space but ultimately decided that your ultimate dream is to explore space.

- [ ] Complete renaissance sim aspiration

- [ ] Marry your first love

- [ ] Enter the athlete career (Level 3)

- [ ] Enter tech guru career (Level 3)

- [ ] Enter astronaut career

- [ ] Master fitness skill

- [ ] Master Logic skill

Gen 8 - Folklore

Color: White and gray

Song inspirations: August, Illicit Affairs

Aspiration: Botanist

Traits: Romantic, Loves Outdoors, Vegetarian

Story: You have always dreamed of a simple life out in the country, growing your own vegetables and keeping the perfect garden. You plan to move to the and make your dreams come true but you fall in love with someone who ended up being married. You had an affair but when you found out you were pregnant he freaked out and said he can’t leave his family and that he loves his partner. So you move away to fulfill you dreams while raising your kid.

- [ ] Complete botanist aspiration

- [ ] Master Gardening skill

- [ ] Master Piano skill

- [ ] Have a cow plant

- [ ] Have an affair with someone married

- [ ] Have a kid

- [ ] Move to the country (simple living lot trait)

- [ ] Live off the land

Gen 9 - Evermore

Color: Brown and orange

Song inspirations: Tolerate it, Willow

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Traits: Creative, Art Lover, Family Oriented

Story: At a young age you have always known you love art. You start a career as a Painter as a young adult but you me someone and have whirlwind romance. You elope and get married and start a family together. You leave behind your career to raise your children and support your partner in their political career but you continue selling your art. The stress of being a politician gets to them and you get taken for granted by them. More and more you and your partner became less romantic but you are determined not to give up so you do everything to bring back the spark. Ultimately, the two of you fix things because you learned you are meant for each other.

- [ ] Complete painter extraordinaire aspiration

- [ ] Join the painter career and quit after marriage

- [ ] Marry a politician

- [ ] Have 3 children

- [ ] Master painting skill

- [ ] Master parenting skill

- [ ] Win back your partner

Gen 10 - Midnights

Color: Dark blue

Song inspirations: Maroon, Midnight Rain

Aspiration: Master Actor

Traits: Ambitious, Self-assured, perfectionist

Story: You move to the Big City to become an actress. You are driven and would do anything to make your dreams come true. Being a Global Superstar was priority number one so when you meet and fall in love with someone nice you found that it was distracting you from your dreams so you break their heart and move to Del Sol Valley. You never fall in love again and never have a family but you got what you ultimately wanted.

- [ ] Complete Master Actor Aspiration

- [ ] Move to the city

- [ ] Become an actress

- [ ] Break someone’s heart

- [ ] Move to Del Sol Valley

- [ ] Master Acting Skill

- [ ] Master Charisma Skill

- [ ] Master Fitness Skill

- [ ] Become a global superstar

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 challenge #ts4 simblr #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4TSeraslegacy #ts4 story #the sims community

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