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New Orleans: a neighbourhood guide

From the pretty French Quarter to the hip Marigny district, each of New Orleans’ neighbourhoods jive to their own funky beat – learn all about them with our in-the-know guide.


FRENCH QUARTER  

The charming, walkable Quarter is full of step-back in-time architecture and venerable dining institutions that speak to its status as New Orleans’ oldest neighbourhood, but it’s also home to exciting, new foodie spots…


Eat

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For more than a hundred years, Galatoire’s has been serving trout meuniere (trout with a flour-based sauce), soufflé potatoes and champagne to the New Orleans elite in its mirrored, tiled dining room. The French 75 bar at Arnaud’s, has an eccentric museum of vintage Mardi Gras costumes hidden upstairs.


Stay

Built in 1886, the Hotel Monteleone breathes old New Orleans character, from its elegant Beaux Arts architecture to its many reported ghost sightings.


Do

Preservation Hall faithfully presents traditional jazz each night, just like when it was launched in 1961, with musicians who were there when the genre was born in the early twentieth century. Expect intimate, late-night concerts with contemporary artists like Elvis Costello and Angelique Kidjo.



BYWATER/MARIGNY

Just downriver of the French Quarter, the bohemian Marigny and Bywater neighborhoods have become a centre for hip, laid-back art, music and cuisine.


Eat

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Grab a bottle at tiny, jewel-like wine shop Bacchanal, then drink it in the expansive, magically lit garden where live bands provide the soundtrack. In New Orleans, there are gigs 365 nights of the year meaning your toes will always be kept tapping.  A block from the Press Street train tracks in Bywater, the aptly named Junction features Louisana’s finest craft brews and gourmet burgers.


Stay

The cute Balcony Guest House oozes Creole charm with its pretty characterful rooms. Its eponymous balcony provides a wonderful vantage point to admire the area’s rainbow-coloured tiny ‘shotgun’ houses, and see Marigny’s creative types ambling through the streets.


Do

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At Euclid Records and the Louisiana Music Factory, stock up on sounds to remember your visit to the cradle of American music. Crescent Park runs for two miles on the edge of Marigny and Bywater, and has breathtaking river vistas, as well as running and biking paths.



WAREHOUSE DISTRICT/CBD

A few blocks uptown of the French Quarter, this neighbourhood is packed with galleries, plus stylish hotels and restaurants.


Eat

The latest from celeb chef John Besh’s team is Willa Jean, an expansive, corner space specializing in delectable bakery items, and brunch accompanied by lemony frozen rosé. Grab a seat on the raw bar at the award-winning Peche, for the best seafood in the Gulf.  In 2016, New Orleans had the most James Beard award nominees per capita over any American city, so come hungry.


Stay

The old Roosevelt Hotel epitomises grandeur, with a Guerlain spa and its historic Blue Room, where Louis Armstrong once performed.


Do

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Stop by the Ogden Museum and browse its collection of contemporary and classic Southern art. On Thursday nights, local musicians play in its soaring atrium. The National World War Two Museum houses an extraordinary multimedia collection dedicated to telling the story of the conflict that shaped the twentieth century.



UPTOWN AND THE GARDEN DISTRICT

Live oaks and magnolias provide lush natural canopies over some of the city’s most impressive architecture


Eat

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The relatively new Freret Street cultural district is home to a handful of laid-back, innovative bars and restaurants, from the home-style Southern cooking at High Hat Café to next-level cocktails at Cure. Hidden away on a residential street, Clancy’s where generations have enjoyed fried oysters with Brie and lemon icebox pie.  


Stay

The Avenue Plaza Resort, is home to locals’ favourite Mr. John’s Steakhouse which serves up prime beef just steps away from oak-lined St. Charles Avenue, where streetcars rumble by.


Do

Tipitina’s, founded in the 1970s to give rhythm-and-blues piano man Professor Longhair a place to play, brings in both major touring bands and local luminaries. Magazine Street offers brilliant shopping for miles, including handcrafted jewellery inspired by the history of South Louisiana at Mignon Faget’s 

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Written by Alison Fensterstock

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tasty vegan baked goods by theblendedvegan

theblendedvegan’s bakery items look tasty and delectable — so sweet, such a treat!! choose your favorite today.

All the NCT Subunits as bakery items
  • Ones who look like they could kill you but are actual cinnamon rolls: Taeyong, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Johnny
  • Ones who look like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Hyuck, Yuta, Jaehyun, Winwin, Chensung,
  • actual cinnamon rolls whatever they do: Dream Team, Taeil, Doyoung
  • sinnamon rolls: Lee motherfucking Taeyong...basically all of 127
After a big fight over something stupid...

Chat: *holds up deep-fried Twinkie*

Marinette: Chat…

Chat: *opens mouth*

Marinette: Don’t you dare–

Chat: *Shoves whole deep-fried Twinkie in mouth petulantly*

Marinette: I’m breaking up with you.

So I work at the bakery inside a grocery store and one job we have is to package bakery items. Well, sometimes when we’re really busy or backed up we won’t drizzle icing on things like strudel bites and turnovers and will just do it if a customer asks (because it takes time to heat up the icing and then let it cool before packaging). So one day this older woman asked me to drizzle some icing on her strudel bites and I of course say yes and ask if she wants to do some more shopping and come back for them and she was fine with that. So I iced her strudel bites and she came back and got them and she goes “I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you guys, you’re always so helpful and friendly and you’re all very good at your jobs” and then she turns to our cake decorator and starts talking about how talented she is and how beautiful all of her cakes are and it just made me so happy. Like it feels so good when you’re working a long shift and you’re tired and just want to go home but someone takes the time to show that they really appreciate how hard us retail employees work and thank us and actually mean it. This happened a couple weeks ago but it sticks out in my mind so much and I just wanted to share it.

KTDK GROCERY SHOPPING [drabble]

(written for bakugou’s birthday | prompt was given by @celestialtabris ❤ )

~*~

Izuku was in frozen foods aisle, going over the grocery list, when he received a call from Bakugou. Izuku answered the phone to hear Bakugou’s irritated voice on the other end.

“I’m at the deli. You didn’t specify what kind of cheese you want! It just says ‘quarter pound.'”

Izuku frowned. He realized that he might have forgotten to specify few details in his hurry. He had split up the grocery items into two lists according to the grocery store sections – Bakugou was to gather deli,  dairy, and bakery items while Izuku took care of frozen, canned, bagged, and fresh produce. It was Izuku’s idea to split up at the store to save time, so that afterwards they could have a night in on their only off day of the week.

“Cheddar cheese, Kacchan,” he said, taking out a bag of frozen peas from a refrigerator. He heard Bakugou tsk in frustration.

“What kind of cheddar cheese? They have mild, medium, sharp, and extra sharp.”

“Er… sharp?”

“And what about ham, do you want quarter pound or half?”

“Just… get half,” said Izuku absently, pushing the cart up the aisle, now searching for frozen meals.

“This is so stupid!” hissed Bakugou. Izuku stilled.

“How’s this any better than shopping together? I’m still wasting time calling you, aren’t I? Where the fuck are you?”

A few minutes later, a sulking Bakugou slammed his cart against Deku’s in the fresh produce section. Izuku watched him walk over to the apples and inspect each one carefully, still pouting deeply. Izuku placed the bags from Bakugou’s cart into his own and walked over to Bakugou and hugged him.

“I missed you, too,” he said softly.

Bakugou resisted weakly, nudging him away and muttering at him to shut up. Izuku grinned.

As Bakugou fervently shared the differences in production quality, economically preferred brands, and the nutrition facts, Izuku decided this was a much more pleasant way of shopping and his idea had indeed been very stupid.

~*~

Just a few Spot Conlon Headcanons

This is just a little something I decided to write to celebrate having 175 followers. (I love you guys!)

  • No joke, Spot Conlon and Katherine Pulitzer are besties. They’re pretty scary, though. If they want something the safest thing to do is to get out of their way as soon as humanly possible.
  • The only thing Spot has from his childhood is a ratty old teddy bear, which is named Spaghetti. Despite the fact that he would deny such thing even existed, he can’t sleep without it.
  • Spot loves baking. He really really loves baking, and everyone is surprised when he says he can bake. Even Race, had no idea that his boyfriend had a secret passion for baking.
  • So when Spot and Race saved up enough money, they go and start a bakery called ‘Brooklyn’s Bakery’. The bakery specializes in cupcakes and cakes, which Spot can make perfectly. Race gets Spot his supplies and delivers bakery items to the customers.
  • Despite Spot’s passion for baking, he can’t cook for his life. If it’s not Pasta(Spot is half Irish and half Italian) or a pastry Spot is making, then he will manage to mess up on it somehow.
    You have no idea how many times Race has come home to the smell of something burning when Spot has to make dinner. 
  • One day Les starts talking with Spot one day (while he’s hanging out with the Manhattan Newsies). Davey gets so scared for his little brother he almost has an aneurysm, anytime Spot so much as talks to him.
  • Spot has no reserves when it comes to pda. He has no self-control in public, whatsoever. He and Race could care less about what others think.
Poly Boys Heacanons #1

Because their parents are kind of shit, Jake, Rich and Michael essentially live at Jeremy’s place. Also Jake doesn’t really have a house anymore.

-Jeremy’s dad is super chill with everything, and catches onto their relationship in two seconds. Jeremy’s like “wHAT? nO they’re jUsT friends!!!” Rich leans over, gives him a kiss on the cheek and says “Hey babe, I’m gonna run out for gum do you want anything?”

-Rich acts really nervous and asks for permission to do almost anything at first, ranging from opening the fridge to stepping into a certain room. Mr. Heere is really confused at first but he’s like “Sure? You can go into the bathroom? Jeremy, is your boyfriend okay?”

-When they first show up, Rich and Jake are really weirded out by Jeremy’s dad but Michael just drops all of his stuff on the floor and asks if they have any brownies right now.

-If someone gets sick there’s movie nights and blanket cuddle piles

-It takes a while for Jake to get used to other people being in the house. Sometimes he forgets that there’s other people that will probably want to eat some of the food in the pantry.

-Rich actually cried when he learned that they had to throw out most of the bakery items Jeremy made because there was too much for them to eat.

My manager’s boss came into town on a super busy day shift during which we also received our truck full of inventory. Day shifts are typically slow enough for one person to handle so I’m by myself each shift. For some reason, I was slammed that day - I literally did not sit down the entire 9 ½ hour shift except 5 minutes to eat breakfast that morning. 

After I’ve just finished helping my delivery driver haul 1600+ pounds of inventory into our tiny ass freezer, and while I’m still trying to put all the dry goods away and handle deliveries, my manager is assigning time-consuming and laborious cleaning tasks. I mention how I’ve literally not had time to do anything but time-sensitive in-store tasks since I arrived that morning; she expresses understanding, and I assume she gets that I couldn’t deep clean the whole store before her and her boss arrived.

Later on in the shift, she tells me her boss chose to skip our quality service report because “you would have failed.” ME, I would have failed. I understand that I’m responsible for presentation on my shift, but like I’d mentioned before, between all of our bakery donations (400 extra bakery items I did not know about in advanced), deliveries, and inventory, I literally did not have the time to take care of cleaning.

Thing is, we only got ~6 in-store customers before The Boss arrived, definitely not enough to get handprints all over the glass, visible debris under each table, chocolate stains on the counters, coins/markers/etc under the register, the milks in complete disarray, coagulated ice cream on the ice cream freezer… The store hardly gets dirty on day shifts, and I’m very particular about keeping everything neat and tidy. My manager knows this, since she works with me every Monday.

But instead of holding her other in-shops accountable, such as the shift lead who left the store a mess the night before, or holding herself accountable since she is responsible for disciplining her staff and meeting the requirements of the quality service report, she casually brushes blame of her store being gross and disorganized entirely onto me.

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this series is called ‘good sweets’, and i bought all 10 sets in singapore. still cheaper than getting them over from overseas. im still waiting for the pierre herme ones tho’, but thats only one of the many sets i intend to collect :p im eyeing on other bakery items, donuts & sushi!

If wishes were waffles...

Okay so there I was trimming my basil plant and talking to my familiar (My Little Pink Jelly Bean kitten), when I had a sudden craving for waffles, followed by a craving for chocolate chip scones. I said to my Jelly Bean, “Oh I wish I had waffles! Or better yet, chocolate chip scones!” I sighed because I didn’t have the money to go get either of those,  nor the time to make them from scratch as I had to work overtime to cover the rent. I shrugged it off and quickly forgot about it. Cut to me at work, about to leave the break room when I hear this voice in my head say “Look to your right”. I turn my head and there on a table are a few free bakery items left over for staff to take home. And what do I find? Waffles. And chocolate chip scones :) 

I am one happy witch :) The Universe LoVeS me :) 

Deconstructing STPD: Odd Perceptual Experiences

THE POSTS SO FAR

Ideas of reference

Odd beliefs

Odd perceptual experiences (you are here)

Odd thinking/speech

Paranoia/Suspicion

Inappropriate/Constricted Affect

Odd behavior/Appearance

Lack of close friends + Extreme social anxiety

This symptom is pretty straightforward, so I won’t go into it a lot. (Side note: MASSIVE trigger warning! I go into depth about each category of perceptual illusion, so if you’re triggered by even the MENTION of it I would suggest not reading!)

Odd perceptual experiences are when your perception of reality is temporarily altered in a very strange way–like when a smooth cloth snags on a sharp object.

Perceptual experiences are like optical illusions (although they aren’t always optical.) You take a normal situation and see something in it that shouldn’t be there–like seeing a shadow in the corner of your eye. These are similar to hallucinations of any nature, but are usually very mild and short. However, they still cause a lot of distress to those who experience them.

Illusions can affect any of your senses, but we’ll focus on the basic five: sight, smell, taste, touch, and hearing.

Visual illusions can include (but are not limited to):

-seeing something out of the corner of your eye such as a shadow, moving object, or even a person

-seeing quick flashes of light (or even seeing lights turn off and on)

-visual bodily illusions, such as looking in the mirror and seeing parts of your body change or morph

Visual illusions aren’t the most common–but they are the most obvious and perhaps the most frightening. Don’t worry if you don’t experience visual illusions–you’re still valid!

Auditory illusions can include (but are not limited to):

-hearing a whisper from an unknown source, usually very close to you

-hearing disembodied yelling, usually from far away

-hearing a familiar noise (your name, the school bell ringing, etc) from a crowded or otherwise noisy area

Auditory illusions seem to be more common than visual, but if you don’t experience either, don’t worry–there’s more.

Illusions of smell/taste are usually grouped together (but not always) and can include:

-suddenly getting a bad taste in your mouth or smelling something bad, especially when you are experiencing other illusions

-smelling or tasting something good, such as bakery items or a favorite dish, when they aren’t cooking/you aren’t eating them

-smelling or tasting something you can’t describe, but vaguely remember smelling or tasting in the past

These aren’t as obvious or talked about in the community, but I find them to be the most interesting and perhaps the ones I experience the most.

Kinesthetic illusions affect your sense of feeling and can include:

-feeling something tap on your shoulder/other parts of your body

-feeling as though something is watching you/feeling a presence

-kinesthetic bodily illusions, such as feeling parts of your body ‘disappear’, feeling weightless, or feeling like you are falling. These are NOT valid at night, as those bodily illusions are caused by Alice in Wonderland Syndrome :)

Kinesthetic illusions are the most frightening and vivid for me, but that cannot be said for others! Everyone experiences this symptom differently.

Dissociation is also an odd perceptual experience, as it affects your perception of reality. However, only experiencing dissociation without any others may not be grounds for experiencing this symptom. I would talk to someone who has studied STPD in great depth before asking me :)

It’s okay if you don’t experience this symptom! Not everyone with STPD does and you’re completely valid if you don’t.

Thanks for reading :)

It Went Like This

Characters: Mostly Dean

Warning: Bad date

Word Count: 1,255

Pairing: Dean x daughter!reader

Request:  Can I just request a daddy!dean with a teen!daughter reader. Nothing too specific. But can you toss in a little father/ daughter bonding mixed with angst mixed with family fluff and hell why not through some Uncle Sam and uncle cass in their too.other than that you have full range

Fic:

    It started a little something like this:

    Your father was off in the alcohol getting the beer he would definitely not be letting you sample. Never. Your uncle was in the produce section gathering what you and your dad affectionately call ‘rabbit food’. You were twirling your hair and deciding which bakery item would magically find its way into the cart and through the checkout. He was a boy your age who was lingering too long by the cakes and none too shyly glancing your way. When you met his gaze, he grinned in the self-assured way of a boy used to getting a certain reaction from girls. In reply, you cocked a curious eyebrow and sidled over to a different table. Game on. Would he follow you?

    He would. He sauntered over in his name brand jeans and Hollister shirt intent on getting your attention again. Barely giving him a look, you pretended to read the ingredients on a box of muffins.

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west-central florida gothic

-your yard is covered in strange plants. you don’t question them. visiting relatives adore their leaves. 

-you step outside. small lizards scurry away. you fear you will step on them. there are too many to count.

-sandhill cranes are walking through the McDonalds parking lot in groups of three. no one seems to notice them.

-advertisements for Morgan & Morgan are everywhere. you begin to question who these Morgans are and what they really do. they are taking over. they are ‘for the people’.

-every local sports fan has a picture with the Raymond James Stadium pirate ship. everyone resents the pirate ship.

-you hear soft skittering footstep sounds on the wall at night. your heart pounds; the palmetto bugs are attacking.

-people are arguing over which bagel/pizza/Italian joint is the most ‘New York’. there is an angry person from Brooklyn involved in the conversation.

-it’s sunny and clear outside. you walk into Publix. you buy one of their bakery items. you sniff their fried chicken longingly. you pay and walk into the parking lot. it’s raining. you fear lightning will strike the bottlebrush trees. 

-someone says ‘the Tampa Bay Area’. no one knows where exactly the Tampa Bay area really is. you are probably living in the Tampa Bay area. 

-your neighbor has a boat in their driveway. you’ve never, ever seen the boat leave the driveway. 

-every December, six different ‘I survived the Florida winter 12/16-12/18′ posts circulate Facebook. 

-the Straz Center has advertisements for about thirty events at once. you begin to question how many theaters the Straz Center actually has. you visit the Straz Center. you are horrified at how large the Straz Center is.

-there are fruit stands every hundred yards. they all sell citrus fruits and fresh honey.

-despite being fifty yards away from a body of water at all times, you haven’t gone to the beach in a year. you go to the beach. the sand is white powder. there are sunburnt Michiganders and one three-generation British family. 

Sunday Pun Day

Originally posted by chiminichangas

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k-ish

Pairing: Jin x Reader

A/N: I may lose a lot of my followers because of this fanfic, or maybe I’ll gain more. But read at your own risk, the number of puns in here is off the charts


I decided to spend the night at Jin’s since we are having the get together at his house. I woke up to the smell of breakfast being made when a smile crept up on my face. That was always the best about staying with Jin: his cooking. I looked over to the bedside table and saw that it was 10 am. I guess Jin let me sleep in.

I got up out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

“Good morning babe.” I sang and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me sleep in.”

“Did you sleep well?” Jin asked as he was focused on cooking.

“Yeah.” I looked at the small little mess Jin had made. “What are you making?”

 “Oh, nothing much. Just some omelets.” 

I walked over to the kitchen island, hopped on it and crossed my legs; admiring the wonderful, that was Jin’s broad shoulders. I looked around and saw that there were many ingredients out: eggs, avocado, tomatoes, cheese, and many other vegetables.

 “We have a lot of things to do today Y/N,.” Jin said.

“Really? Like what?”

“Important adult business.” He replied as he was chopping onions 

“What kind of adult business?” I teased.

“Y/N! Not like that!” Jin sharply turned, mimicking his shocked face. “We have to clean, go grocery shopping, prepare for tonight’s get together.”

“Well, why can’t it be other adult business?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Because Y/N, we’ll never get things don,” Jin explained as he turned back to continue chopping onions.

“Very true.”

Although Jin and I didn’t live together entirely, we still helped out with responsibilities. I washed the dishes because he always cooks. I sweep, he mops. Our chores are consistent no matter if we’re at his house or mine. We also had a small wardrobe at each other’s house; he had clothes at my place, I had clothes at his. Living with Jin is perhaps the best thing I can ever ask for. But..there is one thing that is both a curse and living.

“Aigoo, this egg really cracks me up, ” Jin said as he cracked the egg open.

The jokes. There is never escaping the jokes. I absolutely love them, because when I’m feeling down, they brighten up my day…not matter how bad they are. I looked down too embarrassed to acknowledge the joke. But just as always, a smile slipped onto my lips.

“You know how it is Y/N. You spend the day with me, you get a day filled with laughter.” Jin noted.

“I don’t know babe. Sometimes they’re just too bad to laugh at.” I confessed.

“But you must admit that you do laugh at some.” Jin turned and gave me his signature hand kiss.

“Of course.” I smiled widely. Along with Jin’s jokes, his hand kisses are the best in the world.

“Well, there’s bread in the toaster oven, can you pull them out, so they don’t burn?”

“Sure thing babe,” I said. I jumped off the kitchen island, walked over to the toaster oven.

“Otherwise they’re toast.” Jin started laughing so hard. His semi-high pitched individual squeaks were what his laughs were like. An exchange of air always happened in the middle of the ehe ehe ehe ehe…or ah ah ah ah aha. Either way, it sounds like when I clean the mirrors with glass cleaner. I couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh at HIM laughing. It’s the cutest thing to see him turn red, gasping for air, and sometimes even cry at how funny he’s being.

As Jin finished up breakfast, I decided to set up the table. I placed our 2 floral placemats, 2 glasses, and eating utensils. The moment I finished, Jin sauntered over one plate in each of his hands. He effortlessly placed the plate full of eggs, toast, pancakes, and fruit in front of me.

“WOW!!! Looks amazing!” I praised.

“Eat Well” Jin smiled.

Within 30 minutes, we had devoured the delicious delicacy that was Jin’s pancakes. Jin picked up his plate, stood up and proceeded to take mine as well to the kitchen sink.

“Jagiya” he turned to me “do you mind sweeping up the house? I’ll wash the dishes instead.”

“Sure thing.” That’s strange. I always wash the dishes since Jin cooks, but I guess he wants to do the dishes. I headed to the large kitchen closet that held all of our cleaning supplies. I opened the door and saw that the broom was near retirement. Bristles were sticking out every which way. “Honey! I think it’s time we get a new broom.” I shouted.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!” Jin yelled, “DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEW BROOM?”

Great..what late night telecommercial did he watch now.

“APPARENTLY IT’S SWEEPING THE NATION!” Jin bursted out.

 I stopped dead in my tracks. Why…why are the jokes so bad? “I’ll give it to you, that was clever.” I noted. He obviously didn’t hear me from his high-pitched, breathy, and whale shrieking laughter. I began sweeping, and by the time I finished, Jin caught he breath and began washing a few dishes from this morning’s breakfast. “I’m done!” Jin said as he turned off the faucet. “Time to go grocery shopping.” We got dressed, grabbed our reusable bags and walked out the door. We walked over to the local market since it was 5 minutes at the most.

We walked through the automatic doors and were greeted by friendly hellos from the cashiers. “What’s on the shopping list?” I asked Jin.

“I don’t know, I didn’t bring one.” He began walking. I grabbed a small basket to put the items we came here to get. “What do you mean you didn’t bring one?” I eyed him.

“Uhhh..yeah exactly that. I don’t have the list. Besides, it’s just the guys and your friends…not some holiday feast.” he defended.

“Oh alright,, ” I said defeated.

We walked over to the produce section since it was the first thing we saw. I looked around for the things we needed. “Tomatoes, yes. Lettuce, yes. Potatoes, no. Onions, yes and avocado yes.” I began walking away when I saw Jin standing by the radishes. As I approached him, Jin looked over to me holding a radish. “You know Y/N when something is rad but not too rad…it’s called radish.”

“I…uhh..you know what, let’s just go get the meat for the burgers.”

“WE’RE MAKING BURGERS?!” Jin ecstatically said.

“You’re making them, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Jin chuckled.

It occurred to me that my friend Sam was visiting as well, which meant she wasn’t going to eat burgers since she’s vegetarian.

“But don’t forget babe, we also have to get turkey meat.” I reminded him.

“Why?” He inquired.

“Well, you remember Sam don’t you?”

“Oh. Do I know him?” Jin obviously didn’t remember Sam.

“SHE’s the vegetarian friend of mine,” I responded

“Clearly I haven’t met herbivore,” Jin smirked.

“OH MY GOD JIN! NOT EVEN 2 MINUTES HAS PASSED SINCE YOUR LAST JOKE!” I yelled and gave him a murderous look.

“More like 5 minutes, but your right. That joke was clearly a missed steak.” And like that, Jin ran far into the aisles of the store.

After I had grabbed the meat, I wandered around the store looking for Jin, as a mother would for her 5-year-old son. I found him in the dessert section with a pondering look on his face.

“Hey.” Jin jumped a little when he heard me whisper from behind him. “What you thinkin’ about there mister?”

“Nothing much, what are we going to have for dessert?”  He asked

I figured it was my time to crack a joke. I didn’t want Jin to have all the fun today. “Well,” I chuckled, “I figured we’d have a sunday…since you know it’s Sunday” I winked at him hoping he would laugh at my forced joke.

“Is this how Yoongi feels?” Jin mumbled to himself.

“What?” I looked at him quizzically, not knowing what he meant.

“This second-hand embarrassment.”

“Oh my god Jin, I wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, you were. Nice try though Y/N, but please, leave the jokes to me.” Jin smiled. After all, his dad jokes are one of the many things that make him unique.

We grabbed the ice cream, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries since they were all in the freezer aisle. As we headed towards the cash register, I stopped dead in my tracks. Fear settled in when I realized we missed a vital ingredient.

“Babe, we forgot the nuts.” Jin sharply turned around saw the fear on my face, and like the superhero he was, began bolting down the aisles looking for the nuts. I ran beside with him, lugging the now heavy basket on my forearm. As we ran down the bread section, Jin spotted a worker and breathlessly asked where the nuts were at.

“They should be with the bakery items, sir.” And off he went, me trying so hard to keep up. He took a quick pause to scan the items in front of him. “AH! Here they are.” He reached out and grabbed the small container of peanuts. It was a childhood rule of mine that it is not a sunday unless it had nuts. We dragged our feet back to the cashiers, tired from all the running.

“That was nuts. I can’t believe we almost forgot them.” Jin huffed.

“Did you just-”

“Hello there, hope you were able to find everything ok.” The young guy interrupted me.

As if Jin knew what I was going to ask him, all he did was wink back at me. I placed the items on the conveyor belt, and as the cashier is scanning the items, Jin is putting them in bags accordingly.

“Your total is $60.85,” the clerk said. “Are you paying cash or card?”

“Cash” Jin replied.

Jin handed the clerk the money. The young guy proceeded to push a button which I assumed opened the cash register. When it didn’t open the young guy tried again, and again, and again. “I’m so sorry Mister,laugh” the guy said flustered at his attempts.

“Ahh..that’s fine. I’ll just pay with card since it doesn’t make much CENTS to pay with cash right now.” The young kid obviously not immune to Jin’s dad jokes started laughing hysterically.

“See Y/N. I am funny” Jin gloated

All I managed was a smile. Seeing the kid smile made me realize how corny Jin was, which is why I absolutely love him. “But I will admit, that one was clever.” I mumbled.

With both of us carrying groceries, we sped walked our way back considering the bags were heavy. I began ascending our porch steps when I saw that Jin was behind me.

“Babe, come on. They’re coming in an hour” I rushed him.

“I know, but you know me I don’t trust stairs.” He pouted.

“They’re always up to something,” we said simultaneously.

 “I know, I know. Now come on.” I added.  And in that moment, I saw Jin’s pout turn into a frown.

“You couldn’t let me have that one, now could you Y/N?” Jin angrily questioned as he unlocked the door.

“Honey, you made the kid laugh back there. You’ve made at least 10 jokes at the store back there. Besides, you always tell this one.” I said.

I rushed in with Jin behind me, scurrying to put the ice cream away and preparing the bison meat for the burgers. By the time we were done, it was 6 pm.

DING DONG!

Just in time. “Jin they’re here!” I shouted. I ran over to the door, breathless since the moment we got back.

“KATHERINE! NATALIE! MAX! SAM!” I hugged each one as they stepped in.

“Wow…your house smells so goood!” Natalie praised.

“I’m so glad you found someone who cooks better than you Y/N. I was getting worried there about you and your boyfriend.” Max teased.

“Oh shut up. At least she’s not the one who puts American cheese on instant ramen” Katherine defended.

“You guys can just sit at the table outside already, the food will be out in a moment.” I held my arm out gesturing to the slider doors at our house.

I ran to the kitchen to help Jin plating the food.

DING DONG!

“I got it,” Jin said.

I began placing the tomatoes on a huge platter when I heard a loud commotion coming from the front door.

“AYYYYYE!…JIN HYUNG!” I recognized those voices anywhere, it was Jin’s famous crew. It wouldn’t be a get together without Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, and especially Taehyung.

“Turn Up!” Tae shouted, as if he actually read your thoughts. As they passed by the kitchen to walk over to the patio, I was greeted by many enthusiastic hello’s and sweet smiles. Once I was done setting up the platter full of leafy lettuce, juicy tomatoes, rings of onions, and the many necessary ingredients for the burgers, Jin and I carried the platters and walked over to the patio. When I sat the platter on the table, and took my seat next to Jin, we all began building our burgers.

“Thanks for making the veggie burger for me Jin. Thank you for remembering Y/N.” Sam said.

“But Jin hyung, what kind of meat is this? It’s a bit bigger than a beef patty.” Namjoon asked inspecting the patty that sat in between the burger he finished assembling.

“It’s bison. I figured you guys might enjoy them.” I assured Namjoon.

Once everyone finished making their burgers to their specific modifications, the room fell silent as well collectively took a bit out of our burgers. Well, almost silent. Just like his dad jokes, Jin isn’t himself unless he makes his “nom” noise after the first bite of the food he’s eating. But in my honest opinion, it’s one of the cutest noises out there in the world, right after his adorable windshield wiping, window washing laughter.

“Oh my god” Jin said, his voice muffled from the food in his mouth. “What did the buffalo say when his son went off to college?”

“Nope..” Yoongi began stuffing his mouth with even more food. Probably to prevent him from saying something mean to Jin.

“BISON!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA” Jin was laughing so hard, he almost choked on his burger. And when he suddenly fell silent, I began to get a little worried that air wasn’t passing through. “Mmm…what color is a burger?” Jin asked enthusiastically.

“BURGUNDY!” I heard Jimin say from the other side of the table. Exactly like earlier today, Jin went from a smile to a pout. Jin looked hurt. Everyone know’s that you’re not supposed to guess when Jin tells a joke, it’s the the unspoken rule of the group, but we all know it’s there. Although, occasionally we do it to tease him.

“Sorry hyung, but you’ve told that joke before, besides, laughing hurts my pride.” Jimin said softly.

“Ahhh…that’s ok, your hyung has plenty of other jokes.”

“Besides babe, you’ve made some pretty clever and not so clever ones today” I added.

“How many?” Jungkook asked.

“6? 7? Maybe 10?” I answered, each number receiving a higher pitch of my voice from the last.

“How many did you laugh at?” Yoongi looked at me coldly. I swear, he has less tolerance for Jin’s jokes than I do.

“Externally 2. Internally, all” I confessed.

“See,” Max started “this is why you two were meant for each other. You’ve always like jokes; bad, good, lame, or cool. Plus, you always made all these song references back in high school and there was no escaping them.”

“Yeah…but you always enjoyed the song references. We sang so many songs together back then!” I said, trying to defend my cheesiness.

The dinner ended around 10 pm after some much needed socialization, along with some we deserved happiness. Luckily, everyone helped with cleaning up, so Jin and I would be able to go to bed. It was an exhausting day after all.

We both crawled into bed, fatigued from our day. I turned to Jin and kissed him on the cheek “Thanks for the jokes babe.”

“I’m glad you enjoy them.” He smiled.

“I always do, no matter where I’m at, or what I’m doing. I always think about your jokes and the joy in your laughter. Good night, love you.” And with that I gave him one last kiss and we both fell asleep.

Tell Me Something That I’ll Forget.

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 11.5K+

Content: Bi!Lashton, polyamory (MFM dynamic), language, graphic content, sexual situations (anal sex, multiple partners, light spanking, orgasm denial, etc.)

A/N: I have returned and it feels so good to be back. This is something that I’ve been working on for quite some time, and it is notably different from what I’ve posted before. I had an idea of Chef Ashton and I’ve always wanted to explore polyamory within the bounds of fanfiction. This is what I came up with after about two months of messing around with it. Have an open mind if this is all new to you. Enjoy. :-)

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a/n: i did say more cafe!au was coming, so… (also i agonized over a clever title for days and this is all i got)

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