In His Dorm, In His Room

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: The inner-workings of your relationship with a dance partner, friend, and crush, Jeon Jungkook.

{credit to original photo} [Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5]

The adrenaline still ran through your veins as your dance instructor permitted you guys to “disperse” from the atrium. Your dance group, along with all the others, had a ‘pow wow’ where you performed the pieces you would dance at the showcase only just a month away. Your mind drowned in the hoots and hollers of the other performers as they watched your group perform, it was a well-needed confidence boost.

Jungkook was at your side in an instant as you gathered your belongings, putting on your sweater.

“So, you were pretty amazing today,” he complimented shyly. You smirked.

“Really, for which group?” Both you and Jungkook belonged to one dance group, Dance From Motion (DFM), while Jungkook belonged to Tertiary Movement and you also danced for Evolution of Dance (EoD).

He gathered his backpack, following you though he should have been the one leading the way. “Both, idiot. You’re an incredible dancer.”

You heart warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. You were pretty amazing, too.”

His smile fell and you instantly thought of what you could have said wrong. “Really? I wasn’t feeling the set for Tertiary.” You nodded instantly, having an idea of what he meant.

“You look a little bit uncomfortable when the couple dances of the set come in.”

He shrugged while nodding at your critique. “Maybe it’s because I’d rather have someone else all up on me for those parts of the set.” He bent towards you, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively as you rolled your eyes. It was no guess that he liked you, and you liked him back. You had already had that conversation with him, but neither of you said anything about it after your confessions. You guys had, what you believed, a healthy flirtationship.

“Either way,” you countered, “you need to get into it. It’s not like I can take the girl’s place just cause you want me in there.” His silence only made you think he was actually considering that as a possibility, so you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going back to your dorm?”

Jungkook nodded as you walked outside to the fresh, cool autumn air. “Jin is making dinner tonight. You wanna come over? Or will it be too late for you?” You were a commuter on campus, meaning you didn’t live there but came to class from home everyday. It was only 8pm, not too late. You gave a confirmation that coming over wouldn’t hinder you at all.

You got to the dorm building in less than 10 minutes; the trek there has gotten easier since the first time, seeing you’ve frequented Jungkook’s dorm countless times. You’d already met his other six roommates, and they’ve grown accustomed to your company.

“[Y/n]!” You heard Seokjin exclaim as you followed Jungkook inside. The other boys were in the living room, as well, playing video games and conversing with one another. The others greeted you as you did them, and Seokjin called you over to their small kitchen.

“I already baked the cornbread muffins,” he said with a low tone, as if it was a secret. Before you could either decline or accept, he slipped the muffin into your hands, staring at the guys in the living room to make sure none of them were looking.

“So, what’s wrong with my face, exactly?” Jungkook asked, stealing a bite from the small muffin as you dropped your stuff into the corner of his room. It was rather expansive, meant to fit two beds, but there was an odd number of boys, and he lucked out as the last addition to their roommate arrangement.

You plopped into the seat by his desk as he pulled another chair from by his bed. “You just weren’t convincing me, y’know?” He shook his head, silently saying he didn’t know.

“The song, the dance, it’s all sensual,” you explained. “It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face.”

He sat quietly, letting your words marinate properly, before he finally looked with a grin. “You maybe want to demonstrate what you mean?”

You shrugged, getting up to go to your bookbag and retrieve your phone, already scrolling through the songs.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Jungkook questioned, watching as you placed your phone on his desk and you stood in front of him.

“Lapdance,” you answered nonchalantly. “Lap dances are all about the tease. They’re very powerful.” You waited patiently, watching as he measured how serious you were. Seeing your sincere, leveled expression, he nodded.

“There’s only one rule: no touching,” you state, shuffling from foot to foot as the music slowly builds. The beginning is on the longer side, and fortunately so, since your rule ignites curiosity out of Jungkook.

“Is that, like, an actual rule?” His head cocked to the side, eyes trained on yours and attentive on getting answers. “How do you know that? Who else have you given lap dances to?” His genuine wonder made you smirked before giving a heavy sigh of exasperation before focusing again.

“Are you jealous? Do you not want me to continue?” He shifted in his seat at your threat of stopping before you even started. You allowed the music, amplified by the hard surface of his wooden desk, to take over once again, your swaying becoming more pronounced with every beat.

It starts off as an act - the sensual swing of your hips, the arch in your back, the way your hands fell limp as they slid down your neck and lightly down your chest - all of it was just to get into the mood, more focused on the way the music controls your movements. Your eyes had closed when your act started, the spotlight you imagined shining down on you all behind your closed eyelids. But as you open and meet the fire burning in his brown eyes, it’s simply not an act anymore.

Soon your hands are burning a trail that his eyes ignite, a fire that flickers to life in your stomach as your movements become more purposeful, exact. He’s guiding you to drag your feet forward with the longing in his expression, but you’re the one still in control, the one on top. You slide your knee to the chair, grateful it’s big enough so you can maneuver without having to touch him so excessively. You’re there, knees digging into the plush cushion of the chair as you straddle him, hovering over him and holding his intense gaze. Your hands rest at his shoulders, moving the small distance to settle at the crook of his neck. You see his hands twitch on his lap, and you’re quick to remind him, “No touching.”

“But you’re touching me,” he argues with the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.

“Keep your hands to yourself unless I say so. That’s how this works in the real world,” you pause, moving your hips back and forth and letting your head fall to the side with a heavy breath, “so this is how it’ll work in here.”

He pouts, his eyes unable to keep from roaming over your motions, begging for more. “You’re really no fun, [y/n].”

Even with his complaining in the beginning, soon you’ve gotten his full attention, entranced with the way your thighs lowered you ever so slightly, just a hair away from grazing his lap. You could forgive the burn in your thighs from all the work when you saw his jaw slackened from awe, staring intensely with a hitch in his breath every time your hips went down. You let one of your hands move down his chest, his skin burning through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your eyes followed your hand, glancing up through your lashes to see he did so as well. He was still in the palm of your hands, right where you needed him.

His throat bobbed with the heavy gulp as you took his hand in yours, placing it firmly on your hip, his palm damp from heat. Almost unconsciously, his thumb slid under the hem of your shirt, aching for more contact than he was allowed. You stilled, a glare burning your gaze before you yanked at the collar of his shirt until it pulled over his head and threw it to the side. You weren’t sure how long you could keep up this act, what with the rise and fall of his chest giving away his desire as much as his tensing muscles as you continued to caress softly at his torso.

Your skin began to prickle with heat and sweat under your efforts; you took both his hands, placing them on his hips before letting your arms wrap around his neck, your mouth moving to his neck, nipping at the skin before whispering, “Do you what you want,” before dropping into his lap, sharing a groan as you ground heavily against his hard member through both layers of clothing.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter as you continued your grind, while the other moved over your skin, sliding up your thigh, making its way up your torso, your skin jumping under his blazing touch. He grabbed at your breast as he bucked upwards, sending a jolt through your core that brought a moan to your lips, muffled by the burning skin of his neck. He twisted his face, catching your lips with his as he ground against you. The song had ended, you noticed through the lust-filled fog of your brain, and the room grew quiet safe for the smack of your lips, the heavy breathing as you both tried to grab onto air without breaking apart.

Your grip on his neck grew tighter as you slid your body against the hard planes of his, trying to get as much friction out of your current position. Nothing was enough, and a whine escaped between the sloppy kisses. His hand slid back down your waist, hand pushing at the hem of your shirt and you leaned back just a tad so he could keep his hands moving up and up-

“Yo, it got way too quiet in here!” Taehyung bellowed, bursting through the door with a huge grin on his face before his eyes bugged at the sight before him. You jerked away, losing your balance and falling to the floor with a dull thump against the hard carpet. Taehyung’s eyes flashed between you and Jungkook, before laughing, doubling over from where he was half inside the room. “I can’t believe I actually walked in on something, holy shit!” He continued his laugh before shaking his head and leaving the room, closing the door.

You and Jungkook shared a sigh, thinking the interruption was finally gone. But, alas, there was a yell right outside the door.

“Whenever you get your shirt on, dinner is ready!”

You huffed out a laugh, more amused by your initial embarrassment than anything else. You finally meet Jungkook’s gaze and your eyes trail down his body until you see the hard-on showing so visibly in his tight jeans and you deflate because there’s no way you can do anything now.

“I should probably go.” You find your voice to be rather low and small since it fills the room so easily. When your statement receives only silence, you nod and stand up, stretching out your legs and not letting yourself walk as if your knees were bent for too long. You grab your sweater and book bag, heading to the door when Jungkook finally reacts, standing in front of the door before you can reach the handle.

“You don’t...have to go,” he says, his voice wavering with his still heavy breathing. You lick at your lips to hide the smirk, watching his bare chest move and the way he shifts from foot to foot faintly with his body still reacting to your makeout session.

You used your finger to push him aside, enjoying how easily he let you pass. “Just use what I did,” you said as you opened the door. “It’s not just the moves, it’s the facials. I hope you were paying attention.”

The light clicked in his head as he watched the way your teeth grazed your lip. “Yeah, I’m a fast learner,” he said. You waved your goodbyes to the guys sitting in the living room as you walked towards the door, not showing how obvious their stares were as they watched a shirtless Jungkook escort you to the door.

He opened the door for you. “I promise to show you what I learned tomorrow in practice,” he paused, gnawing at the inside of his cheek, “and maybe afterwards?” The hope in his eyes was too childlike for you not to giggle at. Goodness, what had this boy done to you?

“I’ll see you at practice, Kookie,” you cooed, walking towards the elevator.

Jungkook sighed as he watched you enter the elevator, closing the door and tugging at his pants again to try and relieve some pressure from his still ever-so-present issue. Taehyung poked his head from the  the corner of the living room before sashaying to his position against the door. He presented Jungkook with a bottle of water.

“You want this? You look a bit thirsty.” He barely got the joke out before he laughed out, doubling over again. Jungkook only cursed under his breath before heading back to his room. Your words echoed in his head: It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face. The only thing that filled his head as he headed to the bathroom was the run of your tongue against your lips as your hand trailed down his chest.

“You gonna take care of something, Kookie?” Jimin called out, followed by a howl of laughter from the rest of the guys as he pushed on the bathroom door and slammed it shut. You’d played the tease until the very end and one day he’d pay you back.

*A/N: Since this is a repost, Part 2 will be coming soon ^-^*

So my grandmother and I went into town today to hit up the Walmart for corn meal. She warned me that a lot of brands mix a little wheat flour in, so we’d have to check the ingredients. Since Deacon doesn’t have any experience with corn meal, I figured I’d give him a little test and have him check the bags before we looked at the ingredients. He alerted to every bag on the shelf.

My grandmother thought this was the Best. Thing. Ever. She was so delighted to have him alert and then she’d look at the bag and say “yes! he’s right! check the next one!” (video is him checking the second to last one on the shelf). Because of this we gathered quite a crowd of spectators, one of which was a store employee, who ran a few aisles over and brought back a bag of gluten-free cornbread muffin mix for him to check. He said it was safe, at which point everyone watching collectively lost their shit. You would have thought we’d just won the Stanley cup. Strangers were hugging. It was unreal.

So afterward I held an impromptu Q&A session since none of them had ever seen a service dog before, and then a police officer who was watching told me all about the Malinois their force had, and even got choked up talking about the dog’s passing last year.

Since getting home, my grandmother has proudly told this story to every single person that called the house this afternoon (she’s a very popular lady), whether it be family members, quilting friends, or the preacher, one of which responded, delighted, that her daughter had already heard the story from her husband who was doing the grocery shopping that morning.

Small town life, ya’ll.

Family Gathering

Prompt: It’s the 4th of July and it’s Emilys & Ali’s first 4th of July with the twins. They are gonna try and make it very speical. 

Ali suggested I get some more ice for later. So, this morning I headed to the store but also grab a few other things for later. It’s our first 4th of July with the twins. And Ali wants today to be memorable. Which is totally understandable but- “Babe?!!” Ali yelled from outside.

“In the kitchen,” I responded

She came trudging into the kitchen, “Where’s the ice?!” She asked looking pissed and I smiled. “What’s so funny??”

“Babe, it’s in the freezer.” Her face softened up

“Oh..” I stopped what I was doing and walking over to her, “..I’m sorry-”

I gently grabbed both sides of her face, “Don’t be,“ and leaned in to kiss her. She smiled a little, “I know you need today to be perfect. But Ali, having you and the twins in my life is all I’ll ever need.

“You always know what to say.”

I smirked at her, “Hm, I have my ways.” She chuckled a little, “Alright, let me get back to assembling these chicken kabobs.”

A few hours go by and it’s about time to eat, but a few things are still cooking. I was standing by the grill and I turned around to just smile. I was admiring my life and how lucky I got.

The love of my life with our beautiful kids, my mom, and my friends. Well, only Spence and Toby are here. Because Han is with Caleb visiting her mom. And Aria is with her family. 

Ali looked up at me and smiled, I returned the smile and mouthed ‘I love you’ and she mouthed back ‘I love you too’

I took the last few things off the grill, “Alright, time to eat!” I announced to everyone. And we all made our way to the picnic table. Ali and Spence put the twins in their high chairs next to the table.

“Mmm, what do we have here?” Toby asked hungrily

We all chuckled, “Well, okay. We made potato salad, corn on the cob, chicken kabobs, barbecue grilled chicken, cajun rice, hot dogs, brats, homemade macaroni and cheese, greens, cornbread muffins, and spaghetti.”

I looked up to see everyone staring at me, “What?” I asked confused

“You’s guys went all out didn’t you?” My mom said while smiling and I nodded my head.

“Let’s eat!” Toby shouted and everyone just dug in.

Everyone was done eating and just socializing. I could see the sun was starting to set. Spencer & Toby talking. Ali was rocking Grace back and forth, she looked to be falling asleep. And my mom was playing with Lily. I went to go grab something I had picked up earlier.

“Alright, everyone.” I said, “Gather around.”

“Babe, what’s that?” Ali asked what I was holding

I looked around at everyone, “I thought it would be cool to capture all this, so I bought a Polaroid camera. No phones just something casual and fun.”

They all seemed to look at each other nod their heads in agreement, “Okay then,” I positioned the camera upwards and everyone stood close. “Everyone say, Family on the count of three.”

I counted down on my hands and we all said ‘Famliy’ in unison.


Meal prep! Made turkey chili w/cornbread muffins and buffalo chicken. The turkey chili will be around 6 servings and the buffalo chicken will probably be more. It’s my first time making it, but I’ve had it before and it’s gooooood. It’ll get shredded once it’s done cooking. This is literally my first time cooking in 5 weeks 😂.

Gonna eat and then head to the gym. 💪🏻

discorded-noodle-popcorn  asked:

HC: (totally unrelated but I wanted to send it) Whenever Rich is sad, stressed, or trying to make someone feel better he bakes. Not like ligit baking more like those add milk and bake things. His favorites are: cornbread, multiberry muffins, chocolate anything, BROWNIES FOREVER, and ( if your lucky ) he will make a loaf of Funfetti cake bread.

Jake walks into a kitchen and everything is just covered in flour and there are tons of baking sheets with goodies on then, “…bad day?”

Rich just shrugs and pulls out another batch of cookies, “I don’t have to say anything without a lawyer present” but the tension in his hands says it all

Jake sighs and sits down at the bar stool by the counter and grabs a brownie, “guess we have a lot of eating to do…”

Topp Dogg as Muffins
  • P-Goon: Whey Protein Muffin
  • Jenissi: Lightly Buttered English Muffin
  • Seogoong: Jalapeño Chedder Muffin
  • Gohn: Banana Nut Muffin
  • Hojoon: Bran Muffin
  • Kidoh: White Chocolate Pineapple Muffin
  • Sangdo: Your Grandmother's Blueberry Muffins
  • Nakta: Dry Cornbread Muffin
  • Hansol: Cupcake
  • B-Joo: Chocolate Chip Mini Muffins
  • Xero: Pumpkin Spice Muffin
  • A-Tom: Carrot Walnut Muffin
  • Yano: Spinach Muffin
The New Agent of Overwatch, Genji (Ch. 2)

About: Jesse was intrigued by the rumors of an injured boy to become a new agent of Overwatch. What he didn’t know was how much that boy would affect him.

“’What’s it feel like then?’ Jesse asked.

‘Intense,’ he wrote before scribbling it out and writing, ‘Inhuman. I hate it. I hate all of this.’ This wasn’t so much as a surprise to Jesse as he’s had many friends become more cynical when stressed, but it made him wonder. What was Genji like before any of this happened? Was he happy? Jesse figured that he probably was and pictured Genji’s face from when he was laughing before. Jesse made it his goal for Genji to be able to laugh like that all the time.”

Ship: McGenji

Rating: G

A/N: I wrote this from like 12 to 4 am, so it’s probably not as good of quality as the last chapter, but it gets better I promise. Chapter 3 is already almost done, so stick around. I’ve only slept two hours out of the past 34 hours and all I had to eat yesterday was a cornbread muffin and three McDonald’s french fries lol. It’s better today, so I’m working on that next chapter. The tone in this chapter is kind of all over the place, don’t worry about it.

Chapter 2

Another day and there was nothing on the schedule. All agents were informed that they had a day off, but with the local Shimada clan being on edge, they were advised not to go into the city. Under no circumstances could the Shimada clan know that Overwatch was in Hanamura. That said, Jesse had no intention on going out at all anyway. Not when he had someone to apologize to.

Going from the cafeteria to the medical ward, Jesse made his way down corridors and through doors until he reached his destination. He breathed in then out before opening the door. There he saw Genji with Dr. Ziegler, apparently discussing something, but she stopped talking as she noticed Jesse walk in. She smiled at him. Genji waved.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Dr. Ziegler said as she walked to the door and out of the room. McCree awkwardly walked over to the bed.

Now in the daylight, he could see the reality of the situation. All of Genji’s bandages were replaced so there was no blood, but there were stitches on every fleshy part left of Genji’s body. Everything else was a sleek silver metal. It covered his lower torso, shoulders, upper chest, and neck like oil on water. Smooth and flat. Genji was no longer strapped to the bed, but he looked like he was more on edge than before. The visible parts of his torso were colored like a painting with bruises.

“How ya doin’?” McCree asked tentatively, still inspecting Genji. He could his face growing warm, thinking about how everything that happened the day before was his fault. He could feel the boy’s eyes on his skin as if he was being put up for trial.

Genji quickly scribbled down, “Don’t look at me.”

“Uh okay sure thing,” Jesse stammered, looking down at his feet before getting to the point of coming here. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn’t meanta freak you out or anything.”

Genji wrote again. “Yeah I heard you blubbering to Dr. Ziegler yesterday. She said it was a severe stress induced panic attack.” Genji pushed it to the end of the bed where it would be in Jesse’s view. If Jesse didn’t feel embarrassed enough before, he did now. Was the boy getting enjoyment out of embarrassing him?

“Well, that’s all I came here for, so I guess I’ll be on my way,” he said and turned quickly, walking away.

There was no time for Genji to write anything to him, and the man was moving fast out of the room. Genji looked around for a way to get his attention, but couldn’t see anything. He wrote, “come back!” on the board before swiftly throwing it at him and hitting him in the head. The force knocked Jesse’s hat off and made him stumble a bit, making Genji cover his mouth with his hands in shock. He certainly did not mean to throw it that hard.

Jesse was bewildered. There’s no way that boy could have thrown anything in his state that far with such strength, and yet his hat was laying on the floor in front of him, his hands were gripping at the new bruise on the back of his head, and there was a whiteboard with the words “come back!” written on it behind him.

“Dear lord, did you do that?” he asked in amazement. He looked back to the boy in the hospital bed who was now silently snickering with both hands still over his mouth. Jesse could see his cheeks raised and the laughter lines appear around his eyes. At first he was slightly perturbed, but seeing him laugh so carefree… It made him feel proud almost. The little trouble-maker. He chuckled a bit himself before walking back to the bed, sitting on the edge, and handing the whiteboard back.

“Well if I had known you wanted me that bad, I’d’ve stayed longer, darlin’,” Jesse flirted, tone light and cheery after making someone he thought surely hated him laugh. After taking some time to try to figure out what “I’d’ve” meant, he realized that Jesse was flirting with him! This time, it was the boy’s turn to turn red. Genji had flirted with plenty of people before, but he’s never had someone come on to him, it was always the other way around. Especially so forward like that, surely the practice was American. And especially when he looked the way he did. Jesse must be a fool.

Genji wrote on the newly returned board, “Please don’t look at me.”

“I don’t get it, why not?” Jesse asked, purely curious, but looked away anyway. Genji wrote on the board once more.

“I’m disgusting,” written in small letters. That was a shock to Jesse. Surely he didn’t really think so, and even if he did, why would he tell him something so personal so soon after meeting? I guess the only other person he had to talk to was Mercy, and he couldn’t tell her what he really thought because she was the one doing it to him and she was only doing what had to be done to keep him alive. And since he’s joined Overwatch, he doesn’t know anyone else here, so Jesse was really his only friend.

“What? Why do you think that?” Genji snatched the board and began again.

“Do you not see me? I’m not even human anymore. Everything feels different, like it’s not real.” Jesse read the words slowly, then over again to try to really get the meaning, but he just couldn’t relate.

“You seem fine enough to me,” Jesse said. This time, Genji leaned forward and shifted around on his bed so that he was turned all the way around, careful not to accidently disconnect any wires or tubes or anything.

“I can’t see it, but I can feel it’s different,” Genji wrote and slid it back to Jesse. He was right. Jesse looked over the sheets of metal plated on Genji’s back. They were stacked and trailed down his spine. Jesse had the urge to touch them. He reached out his hand and slowly ran a finger down one plate before he stopped when Genji jumped and stiffened.

“Can you feel that?” Jesse asked. Genji nodded.

“Do ya want me to stop?” he asked. Genji paused a moment before nodding. Jesse gently retracted his hand.

“Sorry,” Jesse muttered, slightly embarrassed again from doing something so awkward. Genji turned back around and settled back into the bed. He wrote on the board.

“There’s something else.”

Jesse remained quiet while Genji slowly removed the sheets covering his legs. Other than the heavy bruises and multiple cuts scattered around his legs, they seemed fine until Genji grabbed on to his leg a twisted to where Jesse could see the underside. There was a horrid straight gash down the back of his leg like a river of red. The wound was stitched, but it didn’t keep Jesse from gasping.

“What happened here? Genji, what is this?” he demanded. Genji was caught off guard by first and sudden use of his name. Genji looked at the cowboy as if to say “be patient” and starting writing.

“They replaced the bone here with something stronger, the cybernetics,” he wrote. He erased before continuing, “It’s like this in multiple places. I’ve lost some feeling in a lot of those places.” Jesse felt like this was personal and was a little honored that Genji trusted him like this.

Genji wrote more, “There is feeling on the metal though. I don’t understand how it works, but it doesn’t feel like normal touch.”

“What’s it feel like then?” Jesse asked.

“Intense,” he wrote before scribbling it out and writing, “Inhuman. I hate it. I hate all of this.” This wasn’t so much as a surprise to Jesse as he’s had many friends become more cynical when stressed, but it made him wonder. What was Genji like before any of this happened? Was he happy? Jesse figured that he probably was and pictured Genji’s face from when he was laughing before. Jesse made it his goal for Genji to be able to laugh like that all the time.

They talked on about simple things for about an hour. Genji would sometimes stop in the middle of a conversation and stare at his wounds or touch the metal plating on his body for a minute before continuing. Jesse was patient and tried not to stare. Once or twice Jesse was able to get him to laugh. That made it a lot more difficult not to stare, and he found himself looking despite himself. Genji was so pretty, it confused Jesse why he couldn’t see it.

At that moment, Dr. Ziegler walked into the room, interrupting Jesse’s thoughts.

“Genji, I have some news for you,” she said pausing, looking at Jesse, “Is it okay if he is in here? This is pretty personal information.” Once again the green-haired boy took a moment to think. He nodded once.

“Okay, whatever you’re comfortable with. We are going to be finished with the rest of your cybernetic suit tomorrow morning,” she cheered. Jesse looked at Genji who smiled faintly and went back to frowning again.

“Not only that, but the voice box correction unit we installed should have healed enough for you to use by tomorrow,” she said. This time, Genji looked surprised, as if to say, “Really?”

Since it was around two o’clock by then, Jesse decided to go back to the cafeteria and have lunch. It was strange to him how quickly he became attached to the injured, green-haired boy, but he didn’t think too much on it. Instead he just ordered his meal and waited.

Genji was feeling tired finally after not sleeping for a few days so he asked Dr. Ziegler to tell McCree that he was going to rest and wait for tomorrow morning for the doctors to put the rest of the cybernetics together. He asked her to tell Jesse to come visit after then.

Jesse wasn’t happy about not being able to see Genji, but he understood that he needed to rest. When going to bed that night, he found that resting wasn’t easy when someone was occupying your mind the entire time. Genji found that out too. 

So much for rest.

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In Another Life. AU.

Summary: In another life, what would have happened differently if Val had known Zendaya since the moment she was born? What if instead of Oakland, Zendaya grew up in Brooklyn? In the townhouse next to the recently migrated Chmerkovskiy’s no less. 

The story of valdaya told in small snippets of time. 

Author’s Note: This will basically be a timeline of drabbles starting from Claire being pregnant with Zendaya to either present day or the future (haven’t decided yet). This is just something I’d like to play with and hopefully y’all enjoy it. So without further ado, part one!: 

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Apple Chili

I know, I know, the idea of apples in chili probably seems strange, but this chili is amazing, and it’s an excellent way to get some fruit in your diet in a more unconventional way. (Plus, apples are fairly inexpensive as far as fruit goes, and you don’t need good ones for this recipe - cheap red apples will do. If you’re in the UK, I usually get the £1.50 6-pack of British apples at Tesco, and those work just fine for this.)


  • 2 red apples, diced (don’t worry about peeling them, the peels soften as they cook)
  • 1 medium yellow onion (or 1 cup frozen pre-chopped onion)
  • 1 can white beans, drained and rinsed (I usually use butter beans, but cannelli beans or any other white beans work just as well)
  • 2 cloves garlic, chopped (or ¼ tsp garlic powder)
  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 400 ml broth (chicken or vegetable, depending on if you want to keep it vegetarian)
  • ½ cup plain yogurt (or sour cream)
  • ½ tsp cumin
  • ½ tsp thyme (optional)
  • chili powder to taste (I usually use 1-2 tbsp)
  • pepper to taste
  • shredded cheddar cheese (optional)


1. Melt the butter in a saucepan over medium heat. Add in the onion and garlic and heat until the onion is a bit translucent.

2. Dump in the beans and apples, and add in the spices. Stir to coat.

3. Add in the broth - feel free to use less if you like your chili a bit on the thicker side. Stir in the yogurt.

4. Allow to simmer until the apples are soft. Depending on how small you diced your apples, the time for this will vary. It’s very hard to OVERcook this (the longer it cooks the more the flavors sort of come together), so really you could just throw a lid on the pot and go do something else while it cooks, so long as you don’t forget about it!

5. Serve with cheese sprinkled over the top, if desired.

Notes: I usually have enough leftovers of this to have another couple of bowls (but it depends how much you eat in one sitting, I suppose!). This goes really well with cornbread/corn muffins. Additionally, you could add in some chopped/shredded chicken or ground turkey if you’re not vegetarian and want to stretch it a bit farther.

Also, if you happen to have a crockpot, you can just dump everything except the cheese into the crockpot and let it all cook that way for a few hours. I’ve made it both ways. :)


So Natural Organic Restaurant & Market
Alright guys this is my parents restaurant. It’s a all natural/organic, black owned, and veteran owned restaurant in Harker Heights, Texas. So if y'all are in the Central Texas or just visiting Texas be sure to check us out! We cater to gluten free, vegan, vegetarian and paleo diets. If you have celiac disease you can feel comfortable enough to eat in our restaurant we have a strict cleaning protocol when a customer comes in and tells us they have celiac. Just some of the things we offer gluten free is our mac and cheese, cornbread muffins, pizza and any of our sandwiches you can get on gluten free bread! We make everything from scratch with the exception of our hamburger buns, rice tortillas, and gluten free tortillas. All of our salad dressing are vegan, and the base of most of our dressing is our homemade vegan mayo. We also provide juices and smoothies! Our smoothies have coconut sugar(which is low on the glycemic index) if you’re diabetic you can drink our smoothies and not worry about your blood sugar fluctuating. We try our best to accommodate everyone we can. With that being said we have vegan, gluten free, and paleo desserts! Picture #5 is our gluten free/vegan/paleo pecan pie! Picture #8 is our lemon vegan cheesecake!(best seller) We also try to support local as much as possible any beef you eat here is from our farmer out in Belton Dr.Baker. Our kombucha is straight out of Austin. Our honey is from Rogers which is great with people who has allergies! Take a teaspoon of local honey a day and it keeps the allergies away! My parents are also making history(especially my mom)! We are the first allnatural/organic in the area! Picture #1 is a screen shot of the website we were voted 10 of the best restaurants in bell county with only a year and half in business! Picture #2 is my parents at a local new station advertising the restaurant and some delicious food! Picture #3 is our chicken ceasar salad!(homemade gluten free croutons, organic chicken) Picture #4 and 5 is my mom the first black/Muslim women on the cover of Tex Appeal! Ok guys two more things we offer juice detoxes, and get fit meals, which are pre portioned and pre packaged meals! We offer breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. In closing if you guys have any questions about anything feel free to message me! Call the restaurant or just come and pay us a visit! Our number is 254-245-8571 and our address is 706 G Edwards Drive Harker Heights, Texas.